Can Someone Explain To Me When I Block Someone They Still Appear?!?

Help!

Does anyone know the name of the one shot about Noah Sebastian where he gets his hair braided for every time he gave the reader an orgasm?? I can’t find it! 🥹

I’m gonna need someone to write more of this man please ✍️

Umm hello

People please be aware there is an individual on here who is now admitting to being in a relationship with Noah please block them!

Anonymous/Fragmented Masterlist

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Hello my loves! Below is the list of all parts for my fics Anonymous and the sequel Fragmented. Anonymous is completed and Fragmented is a work in progress. If you'd like to be tagged, please let me know! Rated: Explicit.

Thank you for reading!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing @malerieee @jilliemiw86 @thisbicc @xx-like-a-villian-xx @diabolicdiatonics

Anonymous

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Epilogue

Sequel

Fragmented

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Official Soundtrack

Sunburn

Warnings*** smut, language, a little angst below the cut

TAGS: @shilohrosechicken, @pathion, @philomenie

                                             Sunburn

“Shit baby, that fucking hurts!” Noah yelled at me. 

He writhed in pain as I applied the cool aloe to his shoulders that were burning red from days in direct sunlight. I told him to keep the black button-up shirt on the entire set so this wouldn't happen, but he didn’t listen. His ego was too loud and in the end he did what Noah wanted to do. Now he was suffering the consequences. I’ll admit that I did feel a bit sorry for him, especially when seeing the small sun blisters that were visible even through the ink of his tattoos, but now I'd had enough of his whining and piss-poor attitude. “Just shut-up,” I chided, nudging the side of his head with my elbow. “And quit whining. It's just aloe.” 

I squeezed more of the sticky clear stuff out of the aloe leaf and lathered Noah’s burnt skin with it. 

“God- fucking- bless, woman! Gentle!” 

Sighing, I lowered one hand and placed the back of the other one on my forehead, giving him my best death glare.

“You’re making this so freaking impossible, Noah!” 

He crossed his arms and threw his head back with closed eyes. 

“It fucking hurts, Y/N,” he seethed. 

“I know it does, baby, but that’s not my fault. I told you,”

His head flew up, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare say “I told you so”.” 

Hiding my grin, I lowered my head, closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath. 

“Whatever you say, Noah.” 

I was over this already. I was so tired, drained from all the heat, the running around, the back and forth, and the constant bickering between me and Noah in the past three days. I wanted to pass out and sleep until Christmas.

Noah pinched the bridge of his nose then took my hand, and placed  a soft kiss on the top of it. 

“I’m sorry, okay. Can you please try to be more gentle?”

His big brown eyes pleaded with me.

“That's more like it,” raising an eyebrow as I kissed his forehead. He wrapped his arms around one of my thighs and placed a soft kiss on my belly, making my insides flutter. 

“You’re too sweet to him, Y/N. I'd  lather that shit up and slap it on him,“ Jolly admitted over my shoulder as he walked by. “He’s being a fucking pussy about it.” 

“Fuck you, Jolly,” Noah barked.

“Whatever Noah,” Jolly chuckled, sitting down in the chair across from his best friend, staring heavily at him.

“You should have kept the shirt on like Y/N said. She knows these kinds of things, Noah.” 

Matt slipped his opinion in, giving me a wink. I smiled, tucking the loose hair that had fallen behind my ear.

Biting my tongue to keep myself from saying how I was really feeling, I continued to gently apply the aloe to Noah’s skin. But the more I thought about how he was acting and how he'd been making me feel the last few days, I was going to let the truth spill out. 

“You know what, it’s fine Matt.” I wiped my hands on my pants, throwing the aloe leaf in the trash.

“We all know how Noah can be a stubborn, hard headed ass sometimes. He deserves what he gets.” 

I leaned back against the counter next to the trash can and folded my arms over my chest, staring hard at the floor. I knew I crossed a line with Noah, but I didn't care anymore. I was done feeling hurt. Quickly glancing over at Noah, I found him watching me, eyes glued to my face with a look of shock. His hands, still wrapped in tape, gripped the sides of his chair and he was still as stone. 

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

I could tell what I'd said caught him off guard because the tone of his voice was sheer surprise.

“You heard me, I know you did.” 

“No, I'm sorry, no, I didn't. I'm a little hard of hearing in this ear,” he lied, pointing to his left ear and rising out of his chair. He started unwrapping his hands, balling up the tape, and tossing it in the trash as he walked over to me. He narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw so hard his cheeks hollowed. 

Noah could be very intimidating when he wanted to be, with his 6 '3, monstrously toned body, but I knew he’d never, ever hurt me. He was just in a mood; a picking, fighting mood that I was trying really hard to overlook.

With a deadpan expression, Noah and I had a stare down, waiting to see who would look away first. 

“If you don’t tell me what you said, Princess, I might just have to take you somewhere quiet and fuck that pretty mouth of yours until I get it to come out,” Noah threatened, engulfing my entire body in deep arousal that went right between my legs. His lips brushed against my jaw line, sending chills down my spine the moment he leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

“And when I fill it with my cum, making you drink every bit of me, maybe you’ll think twice before using it for something else other than me.” His eyes were dark with lust and drinking me shamelessly. Holy fuck. I was so turned on. The smug look on his face made my knees buckle and the ache between my thighs burned like a raging fire, bringing me closer to the edge. All Noah needed to do was take me to that quiet place he spoke of and do whatever he had to do to push me over. 

His long tattooed fingers wrapped around my chin forcing me to look at him. 

“Is that what you want, Y/N? You want me to make you pay for all the sass that pretty mouth of yours likes to spill? You want me in your mouth?”

His voice was low and deep, the raspiness from all the yelling and screaming on stage still present and I was quivering from his touch alone.

“Answer me,” he demanded. His penetrating gaze was slowly undressing me and I was gladly letting him do it. 

I nodded. Slowly.

His fingers gripped my chin tighter and thankfully I had enough leverage to look down and see just how turned on he was by our little exchange. He was so hard for me and just as ready as I was. 

“Fuck me,” he breathed as a wide grin spread over his lips.

I was probably going to pay for what I was about to say because it would be the force to drive Noah over the edge, but that’s what I wanted.  

“Gladly,” I whispered, watching his fixed stare melt away. 

A deep rumbling growl fell from his lips and before I knew what was happening, Noah picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, the pain and discomfort of the sunburn quickly forgotten. I squealed and kicked my feet, demanding he put me down with slaps to his back.

“I swear to God if you don’t put me down Noah, I’ll,” 

“You’ll what, Princess?” 

“I will pinch you! Everywhere my fingers can reach!”

That got his attention and he lowered me down faster than he’d picked me up.

He was breathless and I was losing my composure over how fucking hot he looked right now. All my defenses were down; he knew that.

“Why are you such an ass?” 

“Why are you such a bitch?” 

My eyebrows arched.

“You started this!”

He smirked. 

“Did I? Are you sure about that,” he questioned, making perfectly good eye contact with me. 

My brows furrowed in confusion. 

“You know you did!”

“Are you sure?” 

The way Noah's body moved closer, barely brushing against mine but making the tender flesh around my nipples and entrance tingle, pleading for him to touch me, was making me lose sight of my frustration and how irritating he'd been. 

“You sure it wasn’t you and the way you were standing off to the side of that stage, all fucking hot and sweaty, soaking wet for me between those fucking thighs of yours?” Noah cocked his head to the side, reaching over and running a finger down between my breasts, hooking its tip over the front of my shirt and pulling me closer. “Those thick, warm thighs that hold me so well and let me kiss and bite them until I can taste the sweet juices that start to drip down the second I do this.” Noah slipped his hand down the front of my leggings so fast, placing his fingers between the warmth of my folds and slid his finger inside me as he shoved me up against the wall. “Fuck Noah!” I snapped when the back of my head hit the wall. But I could no longer feel anything other than the erotic way his finger was working me up to that edge I was so desperately wanting. “Look at you panting and needy already. Look what I can do to you just by a few words,” Noah teased, inserting another finger in me, knuckle deep, and moving in and out of me faster. “You're so filthy wet for me, Princess,” pushing my legs further apart with his knee before planting sloppy nibbled kisses on my neck. His word choices made unsubtle moans fall from my lips and I threw my head back, locking eyes with Noah, watching his face as he worked to bring me to that sweet release I'd been hungry for all day. Shamelessly, I grinded on his fingers that pushed further in me each time he pulled them back and back in. And then when he found that spot I couldn't hold back the scream that filled my throat.

“Uh, fuck Noah,” clenching my teeth and hitting him in the shoulder as my one hand clamped down on his arm while the other one covered his hand that had his fingers up in me. “God I fucking hate you sometimes,” I claimed, between a cry and a moan. “No you don't, you just like to think you do, Princess,” grinning and breathing a quick laugh before sinking his lips into mine and shoving his tongue in my mouth. It was wet and sloppy, but I welcomed it. I wanted all of Noah. Every last drop. “I hate you Noah,” I said again, his name coming out more as a moan than anything. His laughter echoed off the walls of the hallway as did my cries of pleasure. “I love you, baby, every fucking part of you.” I took his face in between my hands and frantically kissed him like I was terrified he might just slip away. The muscles in my stomach began to tighten and the all too familiar heat pooling in my back and between my thighs was the only warning I needed. It never failed; Noah knew exactly how to use his fingers to make me forget ever being mad or upset with him. “Right there, baby oh fuck don't stop,” I begged him, grabbing his arms again. Noah worked me faster and harder until my orgasm hit me so hard he had to throw his hand over my mouth to keep my quiet. Noah was laughing. ‘I love how loud you get. It lets me know I'm doing my job correctly.” I was completely out of breath, and once my body relaxed, I was able to fully look at Noah. He slid his fingers  slowly out of me and brought them to his face, smelling them before slipping them into his mouth sucking. “Mmm, I fucking love how you smell, how you taste.” He pushed his body into me, pinning me between him and the wall. We slowly kissed, tongues slipping and sliding together, and fingers and hands entwined. 

 “You had me pretty worked up on stage earlier. All I could think about was you and the way you fuck, the way you cum for me.” Noah slipped his hand behind my head and brought our faces closer together nudging our noses together. I ran my hands down his neck and chest, over the ink written stories his body told. 

“You really wanna fuck me, don't you,” he chuckled in between our kisses.

“Yes, I do,” mumbling while gripping his shoulders with no regards to the sunburn and if I was hurting him. 

“I want to drink you like you threatened me. I want you in my mouth,” admitting fearlessly. I gazed up at him only to find him staring as if he was ready to consume me. 

Noah lowered his forehead to mine, placing a soft kiss on my nose.

Suddenly I was being yanked down the hall and tossed to a room at the far end of the hall where Noah was sure we’d be entirely alone. He slammed the door closed and locked it, before turning to look at me. I couldn't wait for him to move. I needed him to know how badly I wanted him. Closing the gap between us, I grabbed Noah by the front of his pants and quickly undid the tie knot. “Slow down, Princess, I'm not going anywhere.” I smiled at him as his pants fell to the floor, revealing his hard cock that was ready and waiting for me to taste. My mouth was watering already from just the thought. 

“Are you ready? I have no intention fucking your mouth softly.”

The muscles in my stomach tightened as the coiling tension continued to build up. 

“I don't want you too,” I replied. I gave him a smirk as he pulled me into him, kissing me so hard that it took my breath away. My hands found the waistband of his boxer-briefs, yanking them down until his cock sprang free, revealing its beautiful self to me. I groaned the second I saw it and instantly took the long, thick, hard shaft into my hand and began to stimulate it more than it already was. 

“Oh God, Baby,” Noah moaned, sucking air through his teeth and throwing his head back. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good,” he whispered under his breath. I gripped him harder, working him up the faster I moved my hand back and forth. “Is this what my boy needed,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb over. his tip. Noah let out a loud moan, throwing his hands on my arms and squeezing them. “Fuck yeah it is,” he breathed try to keep himself together. “You want to cum already, don't you?’

Noah released a slight whine, looking down at me.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” he stated unapologetically.  

I grinned and began to lower myself, feeling the pressure of his hinds pushing me quicker to my knees.  Noah’s cock was beautiful and having it in my mouth always made me feel prideful; like I owned him. I did just like he owned me, and didn't want it any other way. 

Slowly, I dragged my tongue up his long shaft, feeling the ridges and crevices that were the culprits of my many orgasims and wrapped my mouth around the thickest part of him to satisfy the hunger I'd had for days. I could hear Noah's breathing grow louder and heavier, and when I gathered him in my hands to keep him still, his hands found the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I sucked him harder, tasting the saltiness of his precum on the tip of my tongue as he pushed my head further into him until the tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag. 

Noah, lightly laughed, pulling me back by my hair.

“That's it Princess, gag on it, let me fuck your mouth until your eyes water.”  

He moaned loudly, no longer caring who could hear as I swirled my tongue around him, letting my spit spill out all over him. 

“That's it, fuck me baby, fuck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours.” His grunts and growls grew louder as he continued to buck his hips into my mouth. It pleased me knowing I could bring this kind of pleasure to Noah. He deserved it; despite how much he whined and pouted and was a pain in my ass. I loved him and would do anything he asked me to do. 

“You suck me like a damn dream, Y/N,” he grunted. “So fucking greedy for this dick down your throat, Princess. I'm so fucking gone for you,” he moaned louder, tugging at the roots of my hair. 

I let Noah continue to fuck my mouth at an erratic speed. I gripped his thighs with as much strength as I could manage, holding him still so he wouldn't gag me anymore. I was engulfed in the sensual wet heat that was a combination of pleasure and pain, lost in the feeling of him surrounding me. 

“That's it, Princess, fuck yes, right there, use your tongue, oh god!” 

Noah’s praises fell from his lips like rain, hydrating every part of my body, my mind, even my very soul. “Look how you're fucking taking every inch of my me like a goddess, holy fuck Y/N!” Noah's voice was getting louder and his thrusts were getting sloppier. I couldn't see his expression but I imagined he had his hands up in his own hair, watching me work his cock until he came. “Shit, baby I'm close!”

Noah's breathing increased, his hips were starting to go limp, and with the consistent twitching of his cock against my tongue, I knew he was close.

“God- dammit Y/N you're making it, I fucking can't, shit baby I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm cum,” and without anymore warning, Noah let go, spilling his warm salty seed in my mouth. It hit the back of my throat like a bullet, forcing me to swallow most of it, while some spilled down my chin. 

I collapsed, my jaws sore and I was  out of breath, sitting on my knees and letting the taste and feeling of him pass before I could do anything else. Noah sat down next to me, looking just as worn out as I felt. But we weren't finished. In fact we were just getting started.

“I don't know where the hell that came from, but I feel like I should get you mad at me more often.” We looked at each other and chuckled. His sweetness was back, and it made me want to climb up in his lap and wrap my legs around him. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed him slowly.

“When are you going to stop being so mean to me?” 

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he smirked, slipping his hands under my shirt and running them up my back.

“Yeah, I figured.” I lowered my head into his chest and breathed in his scent of what smelled like the ocean and salt. 

“I'm sorry. I do get mean when I get stressed out don't I?” 

“Mmmmhmmm.”

We sat in a brief silence. 

“What can I do to make it up to you?”  His fingers had already undone the clasp to my bra, but was waiting for permission to continue.  

“You already have. I’m good now.” 

He lifted my face.

Noah’s eyes shifted to my lips, making him lean in and take my bottom one between his teeth, sucking it lightly. Then our mouths met and for a few seconds we kissed, relishing in the feeling. 

“Sugar, I've developed a taste for you, now,” he began to softly sing. 

“Are you seriously singing Sleep Token to me right now?” I laughed, pushing Noah on the chest.”

“My arms keep you in the room, barely let you move, show me what to do.” His voice rang out in my ear as he lifted my shirt and pulled off, then removed his own.  

“Do you wanna see how far it goes? Do you wanna test me now my Love?” 

Noah’s brown eyes bore into mine, releasing the feral intentions he'd been hiding. 

“Well do you,” pulling down the straps to my red laced bra and planting soft kisses on my collar bone, with his warm breath gliding over my skin. His hands ran up my neck, gently pushing my head back and his lips found their target; sucking, biting, and sliding all over. 

“I need to cum inside you Y/N. I want to see me spill out of you and down these fucking hot thighs of yours,” gripping my legs and tugging me into him until I felt his swollen cock against my entrance. 

“I want you to, too,” I breathed, running my hands through his hair and grabbing it at its end. He seethed as he reached behind me and pulled my leggings and underwear completely off. 

“Hang on.” Noah paused, sliding me off him, but staying on his knees. “I just want a taste,” he admitted, grinning up at me before forcing my legs apart and lowering his mouth to my wet core. Out of impulse, I tilted my pelvis up towards him as an invitation and heard a deep, subtle growl escape him. He swiped his finger through my wetness, coating his finger with it, and then dived in, licking and lapping up every drop he’s made me create for him. His warm breath and the feeling of his tongue and lips circling my clit made me shamelessly moan his name louder than before. 

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, and I almost came for him then, but he pulled away, leaving me empty and whimpering. 

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’m not finished yet,” Noah promised, removing his pants entirely this time then sitting back down.

“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me into his lap and lining himself up with my opening. We both looked down and watched him enter me, the feeling of immediate fullness engulfing all my senses. Noah held me as close to his chest as possible as we slowly but savagely fucked eachother, knowing this was out of pure lust and desire. 

We went faster, Noah grabbing my hips and pushing my clit down harder on his rigid cock. I could feel his pulsing veins, naked inside me, filling me to the point of making me cum again. I clenched tightly around him, digging my nails into his shoulders and biting him.  

“Not yet, Baby. I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled, moments after the noises coming out of him were so intoxicating me that I never wanted him to stop. 

He pulled out, flipping me over onto my knees, pushing my face and chest down to the floor, but lifting my ass up closer to his dick. 

“You know I love you right, Princess,” he grunted, pressing his large hand to the middle of my back. 

“Yes, Noah, I know you love me,” anxiously waiting for what he was about to do next. 

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t,” and with those words, he slammed into me, grabbing my hips and pulling me and pushing himself deeper and deeper into me with each aggressive thrust. 

“God, fucking,” I tried to catch my breath, but it was impossible. 

“Noah!” I cried the harder he fucked himself in and out of me digging nails into my hips.

“I want to ruin you, Princess,” Noah barked through gritted teeth, rutting against me at an relentless pace, stretching me with a hint of pain. “I want to damage you until all you know inside you is the shape of my dick inside the walls of your pussy that’s mine.” I didn’t hold back my screams for more or cris of how good it felt. I wanted everyone to know I was Noah’s and how well he could satisfy me and my needs. 

I wasn’t going to last much longer; I told Noah that. My knees and elbows were sore, and I was losing all composure. 

“Tighten around me then, baby, let me feel you,” Noah said, leaning down and letting his thumb find my clit. He wasn't gentle either as he encircled it, hips still thrusting in and out of me. “Cum for me Y/N. I know you want to. Cum so I can fill you up!” He hit my spot with the perfect rhythm, pulling a string of cures from me.

“Don’t fight me, Baby. Don’t fight how much you fucking want to.” Noah was right. For some reason I was fighting, but with his last words and the pressure of his hand wrapped tightly around the back of my neck, pressing me hard into the floor, I let go and almost instantly, after my legs pressed tighter around him, I came with a sharp cry, my entire body shuddering around him. Noah followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me until we were both spent and gasping for air. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Noah said, breathlessly. I collapsed to the floor, my entire body flat. I was shaking, overstimulated by what I’d just experienced and couldn’t form a functioning thought for anything. 

A loud knock on the door startled us both, and I jolted up, running into Noah’s chest. He threw his black tank to me quickly, and I slipped it on right after slipping on my undies.

“Yeah, what is it,” Noah called out, voice raspy and dry. 

“Hey, uh if you two are done making your porno, Matt wants us all together for a quick update before we head out.” 

Noah and I could hear the amusement in Jolly’s tone and also the other two voices right outside the door. I was instantly embarrassed. Noah caressed my cheek with his finger, ensuring me he wasn’t. 

“Yeah, give us a few minutes and we’ll be out,” Noah answered, staring into my eyes before kissing me deeply. 

“Alright. Hey, how’s the sunburn now?”

“Fuck you, Jolly,” Noah yelled.”

A roar of laughter filled the outside, shaking my head as I finished dressing. 

“You sounded really good too, Y/N. At least Noah knows what he’s doing,” Jolly cackled, knowingly getting under Noah’s skin. 

“Oh my, will you all just quit already!” Noah yelled again. 

He looked at me and I shrugged, realizing there was no point in denying anything. Noah always knew what he was doing. Especially when it came to me.

Is this blog new? What fandoms do you do?

Hey 🙂 Yes this blog is new I've only had it a couple of weeks and at the moment I only do imagines..but for fandoms I do TV series such as Teen wolf, supernatural, The walking Dead, Vikings, Game of thrones and various films if I know them.

Guys, this is the 2nd part of "Not for beginners". I try to not fuck up the orthography this time. As there's a lot of going on in my mind I got so many ideas in my head but I wanted to split it up. Have fun while reading :)

18+ NSFW Contents: explicit language, sex, dirty talk, good girl, blowjob, deepthroat, fingersex, cum, hair pulling, degrading/f, unprotected p in v and a etc.

I miss the way you say my name

I had a good time in Glasgow, but I was glad to be back home. Somehow I often thought about the night with Craig and Nick. That had to stop. Determined to download Tinder and continue living out my sexual fantasies, it took a while for it to happen again. And of course it was never the same. Every man was different. And there was still the same old problem. You had sex, you wrote and then: nothing. Just ghosted. But a second time with Nick and Craig would have been the death of me. Even before I met Nick in person for the first time, I was on the verge of having a crush. I had such a crush on him. And Craig was just hot. Sexy as fuck. Actually the exact opposite of Nick with his bad boy attitude. Nick was hot too, but he was also the sweetest guy you could imagine for a relationship. The way he cared about me and always realised immediately when Craig had overstepped the boundaries a little. He gave me affection and that was what I had always missed and still missed. A message popped up on my mobile phone: "Bandsintown: Bad Omens". I opened the message immediately and looked at the tour dates. My city wasn't there. The next one was London. Never mind. Let's go. "Bad Omens are coming to London in three months. Are you coming with me?" I wrote to my friend.

"Just had a look. Unfortunately, I can't make it. It's a friend's wedding." I was already used to travelling somewhere alone or going to concerts. I didn't want to miss anything and I was never alone. I was already looking for an outfit on the internet. I wanted it to be sexy that evening. I didn't care if everyone thought I was one of the drooling Noah fans. Noah was attractive to me, nothing more. At the end of the day, I was still a fan of the music, whereas Nick was really exceptionally great in every way. He was just perfect. And immediately Craig came back into my head and I couldn't stop thinking about how well he'd fucked me. Hard and soft again. But how he also became calmer again and finally very tame. In the meantime, I saw a video of him on YouTube. He told me that he wasn't doing well. I was sorry to hear that, but I wasn't surprised either. Yes, I had prejudices, but they were so often confirmed. Guys with so many tattoos had a chip on their shoulder, but they were just as dirty as I was when it came to sex and that's why I was attracted to them. As I said, neck tattoos were my kink. It was just so sexy, I couldn't get away from it. Finding a guy like Nick was impossible in my city. A guy like Craig was also rather difficult, but not impossible. There were only asses or bores here, nothing in between. No cool musicians. Just singer-songwriter stuff or ghetto rap. Urgh, no. I wasn't happy. But I couldn't make my happiness dependent on any men. I filtered the search results by black and my dress size. Apart from a short black skirt and knee-high leather boots, I didn't find anything else. I looked in a sex store online. There we go. There were so many sexy corsets and bodysuits. I decided on a black lace top. It was a little transparent and tight, but not too much. It was just the right thing. Bad Omens my ass. Good Omens, I grinned to myself. I also had a matching necklace. A black lace choker. If that didn't bring me luck, I'd get my money's worth again that evening at the latest, but there was still time until then and the search for cute or hot tattooed guys who I liked and weren't looking for a steady relationship was proving difficult despite Tinder. So I had no choice but to keep thinking about that one night with Nick and Craig. My second threesome, but the best one I've ever had and probably would have. That was certain.

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I was still searching for myself. Who was I and why was I like this? Did I want to be like this? What did I want? It was easier and more relaxed to find out on vacation or when I wasn't in my city. I liked to escape my everyday life, even if it sometimes made me unhappy. But most of the time I had a good time when I was somewhere else. London calling. My ordered clothes finally arrived and I tried them on in front of the mirror. It looked hot. I felt comfortable, even though it was very sexy and I was otherwise rather inconspicuous. But when I went out, I enjoyed it when the occasional glance came my way. Everything fitted perfectly, even though my body didn't. I had lost a bit of weight, but the clothes gave me more curves than I actually had. I was amazed at how round and big my ass looked. This was my outfit for London. I was really looking forward to getting off the plane tomorrow, getting ready at the hotel and then going to the concert. Because I wanted to be at the front of the line, I decided to take a 7 a.m. flight. Due to the time difference, I landed in London at 7 a.m., so I still had plenty of time. London was so cool. I loved the city and the people. Everything was chaotic and hectic, but still tidy. Everything just worked. First, I had a few sandwiches for breakfast that I had bought at the supermarket. Then I showered and got ready. Fuck, I have to say, I looked good. But I also felt good. I kept my make-up natural like every day, except my eyelashes. Today is time for fake lashes. It would be dark anyway, but my eyes should be easy to see. I started queuing at the venue at lunchtime. There must have been 100 fans already in front of me, all looking forward to Noah and his band. They started singing together "I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to". Haha, I didn't want to stay away. I wanted to see Nick destroy his drum kit again. I already knew I would go crazy; as soon as he came on stage I would scream "Fuck it up Foliooo". I don't even know where that came from, but that was the battle cry when he was pounding his kit like there was no tomorrow. It was so intense every time. And it was so nice to see how he started with a t-shirt and at some point was on stage without one. How he closed his eyes from time to time, but still continued to play aggressively. How he sweated and poured water from a little bottle over his head to cool himself down.

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Nick was one of the best drummers of our time. And he was cute and sexy. I was actually glad that not too many people were noticing him that much and that more fans were focused on Noah. But since I'd already had sex with him anyway, it didn't really matter. He had chosen me because he saw something in me. Oh yes, actually it was that I wasn't sexy, but natural and wearing slightly oversized clothes. But come on, all men were the same. Everyone liked sexy women too. I was a bit overdressed and didn't really fit in with the other fans. Most of them had lots of tattoos, piercings, Bad Omes shirts or other merch. I, on the other hand, looked like I wanted to have sex with someone tonight. That was true, but I felt just comfortable and sometimes I wanted to show off a sexy side of me. It took forever to get inside the venue. I spent about 4 hours waiting on my phone. When the doors opened, a message came in on Instagram. "I miss the way you say my name..."It was a message from a group chat with Craig and Nick. WTF. Craig had obviously created a group and added Nick and me. No one else was in it. Confused by this, I found a place to stand in the 3rd row and put my phone in my shoulder bag. The first two rows were already full. They had to be the VIP ticket holders. Too bad. If a tall guy stood in front of me or someone was filming every two seconds, I wouldn't see as much of Nick as I wanted to. Suddenly someone covered my eyes from behind. Some male hands. He said nothing and moved his head closer to me. "Who have we here?" In the heat of the moment, I slapped his hands away. "Are you crazy? How dare you just touch me like that?" I turned around and it was Craig. "You always liked it when I touched you," he said. I couldn't believe my eyes. "No" I squeaked and hugged him fiercely. "What are you doing here?" "I think Bad Omens are playing here tonight. And we have a date, my girl." "Is that so, yeah?" I said seductively. "It's also Nick's birthday." "Today?" Oh god, I was such a bad fan. Craig nodded. He took my hand "You look so different." "Different? Because I dressed sexy? I want to have fun tonight." "That's what we all want" he said and looked deep into my eyes. I couldn't hold eye contact for long. "Oh, are you my shy little sexy girl?" he whispered in my ear. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and typed a message into the group chat he had created "The way you fuck, the way you taste..." I grinned and held the phone right up to his face. "How did you even find me on Instagram?" "Who knows" he said mysteriously. "What is it, are you coming backstage with me?" he said and took my right hand. It felt so good. He had beautiful hands. Just like Nick. Must be because they were drummers. I hesitated. "I don't know." "Oh, come on. I know you. I know exactly what you want." "I'm not that kind of girl." "No, you're a good girl, I know that." he said wickedly. "MY good girl. And Nick's good girl too?". His question made me blush. "God, you're so hot when you're embarrassed. You look so innocent and you know exactly how that turns me on." He walked off and just pulled me with him. It was my first time in any backstage. Everything was labeled, but there was a lot of chaos. Tens of people were running back and forth. You could hardly understand your own words because someone was always shouting something at someone else. "Can we see Nick?" "Not before the show. He needs his time at the practice pad." I nodded. Craig pulled me into the backstage restroom and sat me down on the sink facing him. "Don't ever do that again." he said. "What?" He didn't answer, just looked deep into my eyes and brushed his hands from my shoulders down to my hips.

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"Showing up somewhere so sexy. Was that your plan today? Were you going to pick someone up to have sex?" I realized how the blood immediately rushed to my face. "My sweet little slut. Why so embarrassed?" "Craig," I whimpered. "What are you wearing underneath this time? Your sexy black fuck-me underwear again?" "Why don't you find out?!" I said cheekily. "Later." He just left me sitting there and walked up to the door. "Come on, babe." I toddled after him. We went into the catering room and sat down on a couch. Noah came in, gave me a quick look, just said "Hey" or "Hi" and then disappeared again. "Is he cute?" Craig asked me. "Who?" "You know exactly who I mean. About 90% of all the women today are here just for him." "Craig, stop teasing me. You can already see that I don't really fit in here." "That's true. You're a good bad girl." he grinned as he placed his hand on the inside of my thigh. I shivered. "You'd better relax. It'll be exhausting later" he said coldly. "For you, maybe. I'll just lie there and spread my legs" I whispered in his ear and gave him a kiss on his tattooed neck. I couldn't stop. "You like neck tattoos, is that possible?" "Yes, it makes every man 10 times sexier," I said. He patted his lap with both hands.

"Jump on!" I got up, stood in front of him and slowly sat down on his lap. "I've told you before, I'm not a porn actress. You can't just use me like that." He grabbed my ass "You've lost weight, but your ass has gotten better. How is that possible?"

"You're imagining it." "I know your ass like I know my dick," he said, tugging lightly on my hair. "I don't know. Just be happy." "Your tits haven't changed." "Craaaiiggg," I said admonishingly. "Calm down. You're just hot. I'm a man." Yes, he was a man. And what a man. A macho man, but I loved the way he made me hot and gave me superficial compliments because I knew he still respected me. He just couldn't show it like Nick did. "Please don't hurt me again." "Again?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, remember the boundaries." "I'm sorry. I'm an asshole sometimes, I know." "But a sweet asshole," I said, taking his head in my hands and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. "It makes me horny when you're shy like that." "Craig, seriously now. How are you doing? I saw your video. A couple weeks ago you said you weren't feeling well mentally. Are you feeling better?"

"Well, there are ups and downs in life" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Tell me something new" I said with a sigh. "And how are you? Why are you here and alone?" "I like to get away from my everyday life. Unfortunately, my girlfriend couldn't come with me." "Is she as hot as you?" Craig asked, earning a dirty look from me. "Sorry!" he said, raising both hands apologetically.

I would never share a guy with another woman. Even if it was just for sex. I knew I would be fucked up, being jealous. All I wanted was one men or two to worship me and fuck me gentle and hard just like I needed it. Or maybe even one more man?

"Nick will be very happy about my birthday present." he grinned. "What have you got for him?". "Think carefully," he said. I giggled. He ran his hands up to my neck, as if he wanted to choke me, but he just kept his hands on my neck. "Such a beautiful necklace. Such a pretty, dainty neck." I thanked him shyly and enjoyed his dominant gesture. His right hand was still on my neck while his left hand moved further down and found its place between my thighs. I moaned softly in his ear. "What if someone sees this?" "No one will see. Chill." He wasn't very gentle when he got to the inside of my thigh and pinched once hard. I let out a short cry. "Ssshh. You have to be quiet," he said and put his index finger over my mouth.

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I got up from his lap and had left a stain on his shirt because my cunt was wet again. My thong was so soaked, wanting to feel his huge dick inside me again. I looked at the stain I left and then he noticed it too. "I knew you'd be our good girl. Already soaked as fuck" he smiled and shaked his head. "Does a good girl really leak?" I asked bitchily. "Are you going to be loud and bitchy again?" he asked harshly and grabbed my hair jerkily. "Do I have to remind you who you are again? You decide. Do you want to be a good girl or a bad girl?"

"Maybe both." "You know how bad I am at controlling myself. It's cheeky of you to mess up my shirt and not even apologize." "Awww. It's only your own fault, so please." Our delightful sexual dialog turned me on. He turned me on and I was even more turned on by the fact that I didn't know how Nick would react to me. I wondered how he would look at me, where he would look first, how I should greet him. It was just different with Nick. "What are you thinking about? Tell me." "Let me." I grinned spoiledly. "I know what you're thinking, but I want to hear it from you." I sighed. "I don't know how to greet Nick. I wonder what he'll think of my outfit. I thought he said he liked oversized shirts and all that stuff." "You really need to relax, baby," Craig said, rolling his eyes. "You don't know how to greet him. Are you serious?" he asked, raising his eyebrows dismissively. "It must be insanely exhausting being a woman. That you always have to make such a science out of everything." he continued.

I appreciated his honest nature, but I hated the fact that he obviously couldn't even think for a moment and be empathetic. It didn't occur to him that women were socialized differently. Or rather, he enjoyed precisely these advantages. The good, nodding girl. A slut in bed and generally submissive, the man dominant, above it all. I had him figured out before I had ever spoken a word to him. C. "I know our threesome was his first. He'll never forget you for that alone." His words made my heart beat faster and fireworks explode inside me. C: "And on his birthday, he only deserves the best, right?" "The good girl or the bad girl?" "That's up to him to decide. I'll let him decide today." Craig said. "Fuck me up Folio," I said quietly, my head spinning.

"Didn't you just want to spread your legs, huh? That doesn't sound like it" Craig said with a very nasty look. "What do you want me to say?" Craig let his hand wander between my thighs, pushed my thong aside and stuck his thumb in my wet pussy. I was about to enjoy it, but he pulled it right back out and stuck it in my mouth. "How does that taste, huh?" "What if someone sees this?" "Answer my question." "You know the answer." "I want to hear it from you, you little whore," he said softly. It turned me on when he called me that. "After a sweet but depraved girl," I replied sheepishly. "You're really good. A role model for all the other women." he smiled dirty. I loved his dirty smile. It made me even hotter for what was going to happen later. "It's about to start. Come on, let's enjoy the show now." he said, standing up and pulling me up with his hand. Craig's shirt hugged his muscular torso and matched well with his hair, eyes and skin tone. He pulled me easily behind him, a sign of dominance. We both knew he had his pants on and anyone else with any knowledge of human nature picked up on it immediately. You could immediately feel his dominant aura in the whole room. He decided when it was going to start, with what and when and how I felt. We stood in the front row in front of the stage. Nick was the first to come on stage. He was wearing a black T-shirt and ripped black jeans. "Isn't he cute?" Craig asked teasingly. Before Nick threw the first punch, I shouted "Fuck it up, Foliooo!" and froze shortly afterwards. It was relatively quiet at that moment. Astonished looks from the crew wandered over to me, grinning. A few shook their heads. "Please don't embarrass me," Craig pleaded. "I never would." I grinned. I was full of adrenaline. A firework display of all sorts of happiness messengers spread. Noah stormed onto the stage and kicked in. The crowd went wild. The women screamed. It was unbelievably loud. "Oh my god, Noaaaahh" I heard over and over again. My eyes only paid attention to Nick. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was an animal on the drums. The way he hit it harder and harder just turned me on. I got goose bumps. "Do you actually play like that live?" I asked Craig. "Something like that. You think it's sexy, huh?" "What a question. Look at him. The way he rapes his kit." Craig's hand went down to my ass. He pushed me aside until we were behind a pillar. "Such bad words coming out of your mouth." he shook his head. His right hand wandered under my tight, short skirt and sought its way between my ass cheeks. "I can't keep my hands off you." I enjoyed the way he was getting horny with me. "I know," I grinned.

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He kissed my neck while standing behind me and couldn't take his eyes off my round ass. His kisses became wilder and wilder. "And you smell so good again."

I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. We were almost the same height because I was wearing my new high boots. "Weren't we going to enjoy the show?" I asked, not giving him a chance to answer. I licked his lips and grabbed his crotch. "You must be close to exploding." I grinned wickedly and pulled him back to the front row in front of the pillar. For the rest of the time, Craig barely touched me and stood next to me. I know it was hard for him. I refrained from my provocations because I didn't want to get any more funny looks from the crew. "Do you want another drink? Your throat must be dry," Craig asked. "Just some water." "Water. So good. I can't believe it" he laughed, shaking his head.

He pressed the water into my hand. I drank it down quickly. "It'll be less painful for you if you drink another one." "Craig," I said angrily and banged him against his chest. He gave my hair a jerky tug. "Are you being cheeky again?" he said with a nasty look. I tried to apologize, but couldn't manage it. Wordlessly, he pulled me by my right hand back into the catering room and pressed a shot into my hand. "What's this?" "Coffee liqueur. You're unrelaxed and you don't want to be unrelaxed on Nick's birthday and embarrass me, do you?" I looked at him like a little innocent girl and shook my head. His right index finger slid across my face to my lips. "Lick it" he ordered me. I sucked on it briefly and looked him in the eye. "That's good. Be a good girl. Don't always act so innocent and then get bitchy. One more action like that and you'll be begging us to stop fucking you." "That will never happen," I replied confidently.

"I'd love to know who you would have picked up here tonight if I hadn't been here. Would you have tried to get backstage?" "How would I have tried? As if anyone would have let me in." Craig just grinned. "How?" "I don't know anything," he grinned further. "You mean I'm Noah's type of woman? Or one of the others?" I asked curiously. "If your ego gets too big, I won't like you." "Yes, of course. I'm always supposed to be your slutty little girl," I said, rolling my eyes. "Nick's at the most. But I don't have to share you with anyone else. So who would you have picked up here today?" "No one at all. I would have gotten picked up. I'm far too shy. I've never approached a guy in my life. Okay, once, but I was drunk then, so that doesn't count."

"Are you really shy or are you just pretending?" "I'm really shy. And my ego is only big because you indirectly give me lots of compliments. No one has ever said things like that to me before. And of course it's a nice feeling when you're desired and then by famous people you like yourself. That boosts the ego, of course. But that doesn't mean I become arrogant," I said seriously. "I know what it's like to be depressed. That's why sometimes I just have to get away and let myself be steered and give up control to get it back."

"Depression is a fucking asshole," Craig confirmed. I nodded. The first time we'd ever talked so deeply. I rested my head on his shoulder. "But please don't hurt me. Don't be too rough on me." "I thought you were into it." "I am, but sometimes you go a step too far." "I'll make it up to you, I promise. You're my, our good girl anyway." I bit my lower lip lightly. "You love playing with me too, don't you? Fuck, you're hot and I'm sure you know it." "Yes, I feel good and yes, I think I'm hot, especially today." "I can't wait to stick my hard cock in your sweet, tight cunt again." "But Nick gets to decide everything today, you mean, don't you? It's his birthday after all. What if he doesn't want to? Will you fuck me on your own then?" "He'll want you. I know him. And yes, he gets to decide everything today. I'm so happy because I have the best gift. No one will be able to top that." grinned contentedly.

"How old are you, if you don't want to reveal your name?"

"Almost as old as you."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, mid-30s" I smiled.

"I thought you might be 2-3 years older than Nick."

"Haha, did Nick think that too? Were you still talking about me?"

Craig nodded dumbly. "Awww, how cute." I pinched his cheek and he did the same, mimicking me. "Come on, let's get back to the show up front," I said, motioning my head towards the door before picking up the handle. "Don't shake your ass so sexy. You're driving me crazy." Just before I was about to open the door completely, Craig grabbed hold of me, turned me to face him and pushed me against the door with a jerk. It slammed shut with a loud bang. "Just feel it one more time," he continued, slowly inserting his right index finger between my thighs, which immediately began to tremble. "You're such an incredibly good girl. And so horny and dirty. You'll never disappoint" he said wickedly in my ear. I licked his finger and looked him in the eyes with a depraved look. He put his hand on my neck. I enjoyed his dominance. I moaned softly. The door opened because there was someone who wanted to get inside the room. We jerked our clothes into place. Craig placed my short skirt the right way putting his left hand and slap it as we went through the door, grinning, we walked back to the stage and watched the rest of the concert. When the guys left the stage Craig pulled me into a backstage room and closed the door directly. The boys' photographer was still in there. Craig told him to bring Nick in later because he had a surprise. The boys' backstage room was a different one. Craig and I spent the time in the crew's backstage and the band in another room. There was a knock. Craig pushed me off his lap "Get behind the couch quick." I did as he said. "Yooo Craig, what's up? You got any surprises for me?" Nick came in cheerfully. I didn't dare look yet, but his voice sounded like he was still out of breath. "The best surprise imaginable" Craig grinned and tapped twice next to him. "Sit down and close your eyes." I heard him flop down on the couch. Craig tapped me and whispered in my ear, "Sit on his lap slowly so he can only see you from behind."

I smelled Nick's sweat and his perfume at the same time. He looked exhausted, but also happy. Craig guided Nick's hands to my hips. Nick continued to my ass as best he could. "A stripper?" he asked, opening his eyes. I turned around and sat facing him on his lap again. "Happy birthday, baby," I whispered in his ear. Nick froze and then hugged me. "The mysterious girl whose name I'm not allowed to know." "I'm just a stripper," I grinned. "Ha-ha. Sorry!" Nick said and laughed sheepishly. "Somehow I was hoping for a different reaction." Craig said. "Dude, I just played a show in front of 5000 people. I'm through. I can't even process this. You definitely have the best gift of all." Craig and I looked at each other and grinned with satisfaction. "Turn around again," Craig said to me. I didn't understand exactly what he wanted at first. "And stand up." Hesitant because of his instructions, I now stood in front of Nick with my back to him. "Tell me her ass has gotten hornier. Right?" "Don't make her look so cheap." Nick said. "I'm not doing that. Our good girl doesn't know yet whether she should be good or bad today. And because it's your birthday, it's up to you to decide. Look, the stain here is hers. She sat on me with her wet cunt earlier."Nick shook his head and stood up. "We'd better go to an empty room. Or you can come to the hotel, even better. But first we'll have a toast with the others. Come on," Nick took my hand. Craig went after me and had to watch how Nick would rule over me today. I know that he didn't really like that. "Don't worry about it. You'll like it. Think of my pussy." I whispered wickedly in his ear and gave him a satisfied grin. The band, as well as the rest of the crew, were about 30 people who were now still in a too-cramped room with Craig and me. We all stood in a circle around Nick. He started to make a speech of sorts, carelessly pouring a brown liquid from a large bottle over a tray of shot glasses.

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Not knowing what it was, I bumped into him and Craig again on my own. "Hey, look me in the eye. Otherwise you'll have seven years of bad sex" I grinned. I downed it. It was the coffee liqueur. The sweet liquid was sticky on my tongue and lips. I realized there was only one other woman in the room besides me. Noah held out a second shot glass to Craig and me and clinked glasses with us.

Nick was here and there. He was the center of attention, but he should be on his birthday. I noticed that the other people were reacting very cautiously to me. Hadn't I said I wouldn't have cared if everyone thought I was one of the drooling Noah fans? Well, maybe I did care after all. Craig pulled me a little further away in a moment. "Come on, let's go to the hotel. It smells like wild animals in here." "Wait." I hugged Nick once tightly and didn't want to let him go. "We'll wait for you at the hotel." Actually, the band always stayed in double rooms, but today Craig shared a room with Nick. "But you keep your hands off her until I get there," Nick warned jokingly. If only he knew what Craig had already done to me. Craig pulled me a little behind him again. "Why are you in such a hurry?" C: "I hate the way he looks at you." "What?" I asked, shocked. "What's wrong with you now? Are you jealous now because things aren't going your way today?" C: "I don't mean Nick. Nick is like a brother to me." Craig scowled. "You don't understand. You're our girl. I'm not going to let him undress you and fuck you with his eyes."

"I can't believe it. You're afraid I'm going to let Noah fuck me?" I laughed at him.

"Did he?" I asked excitedly. It was strange that I was so popular with men recently, but had never been anywhere near as desirable in my life.

Craig was silent at first. "Would you have with him?" He avoided saying fuck or sex. "Craig...Noah is attractive. I mean, look at his body. His muscles, his broad shoulders, his upper arms...And then those neck tattoos," I gushed deliberately. Craig clenched his teeth. He was angry and offended. His jaw began to crack. "But I wouldn't go with him..." I already stopped saying the word. "And you should know that. I don't know what makes you think that. I like drummers. I had kinky thoughts with you and Nick before I saw you live for the first time. I knew I wanted you both. Do you remember how you said to me that I fucked you with my eyes in the restaurant? That's how it was and that's how it is now. You are my dream men. I don't need anyone else. Well, you know what I mean."

"Go on."

"Well, we don't all live in the same country. Of course we're not going to have sex every few weeks. So of course I have fun with others, but it's never like with you. I was somehow born in the wrong country."

"That's how it feels to me, too."

But Craig also seemed to forget that I was actually a fan of Nick and of him. I'd never gotten close to Craig because to me he was just the hot, cheeky guy from the Downbeat podcast. Still, there was something between us. And between me and Nick it wasn't a fan thing anymore either, after all we'd had sex.

"You really are extremely dominant. I can hardly imagine you really letting Nick take the helm today." "Yes, it's his birthday. He gets to call the shots today. But I'll definitely get my money's worth too. And if I have to fuck you alone afterwards."

"Oh, you don't have to do anything," I grinned.

"But you want it and you need it. You need me and Nick. I know you do. You said it yourself. Because we know how to deal with a whorish girl like you." His words kept showing how dominant he was and I loved it. I trembled. I liked being called a whore, a good girl and all that stuff. I couldn't get away from him.

"You can't do without me either. You of all people couldn't be in a room with me and keep your hands off me for a second. You want me. You want my pussy."

"Yes, I could. But I can barely go a second without thinking about how you use yourself and let me do everything to you." "Not everything," I said.

"Tell me." "Oh, it doesn't matter." I waved it off. The Uber came and took us to the hotel. Craig's head rattled the whole ride. He was thinking.

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When we arrived, he opened the car door for me and held out his hand. "Lady." Flashback. "Don't call me that" I said, annoyed.

"I know, but as long as Nick isn't here, I call the shots. If you're so easily provoked, it's not my problem. Do you want the Uber driver to think I got myself a whore?"

"Do I look like one?" "I love it, but I don't want to expose you. I want everyone to think you're my girl so they don't get any stupid ideas. Do you understand?" It was the first time Craig had tried to protect me, and probably not out of jealousy. We got in the elevator and rode to the 4th floor. "But how come you're never jealous with Nick?"

"1st because he's like a brother to me. 2nd we both met you at the same time and fucked like you need it" Craig purred. "I can't be jealous when I know he's giving you something I can't give you."

"You could, but you don't want to change."

C: "What for? I like sharing you with Nick. He's good for you and he protects you from me." I didn't think Craig would be so self-reflective.

I smiled with satisfaction.

Our cell phones beeped in quick succession. We grinned at each other. Craig pulled the key card out of his wallet and opened the hotel room door. He let me go in first and walked in close behind me. "You smell so good. And damn you're so sexy." he whispered in my ear, slapping my ass. "Like I said: Not for a second." I grinned.

"Sssshhh. Sometimes you talk too much." Me too much? "Sit on the bed." he said in an affectionate tone. I had never heard his voice like that before. It unsettled me. He sat down on a chair opposite me.

"God, you're hot. You're going to be destroyed by us ftoday, you whore." He bit his lower lip.

I saved myself the trouble of wondering if I'd get paid today to keep him from exploding. Right now Craig was unpredictable. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me, how distant he was from me physically - I didn't know any of that.

He stood up and gave me a dirty kiss. He grabbed my chin. "I've never had a girl like you. You're good to me. You're smart, you listen, you learn fast." I didn't know what that was all about. "And you're so fucking hot when you're insecure. I love it. I want you to know you're special."I smiled sheepishly. "Of course I'm looking forward to your cock, but even more so if you start with your fingers right away and later Nick does whatever he wants to me. I hope you realize how valuable I am."

He sat back down on the chair opposite me. "Spread your legs, baby. Just for me." Hesitantly, I did as he said. My miniskirt hiked its way up my thighs on its own. "Lean back a little so you're half lying, half sitting." he ordered me further. "I knew it. You're wearing your fuck-me underwear again. But answer me one question..." he said quietly and came closer to my ear. "Why is it so shiny between your legs? Are you that excited about my cock?" "Why else would I be leaking, Craig?" "Eh eh. I ask the questions here. You just answer them nicely, okay?" he said gently. My phone beeped again. I moved my arm to my bag. "Don't you dare!" Craig admonished me. "So?" "You are very valuable. You slutty girl. What and who made you whorish like that?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Men."

"It's such a shame that we didn't get to know each other sooner. I would have loved to have been the one to teach you everything to make you what you are now."

"What am I?"

"You know that very well. You tell me." he said dismissively.

Whenever he spoke to me like that, I became insecure and shy because I never knew what would come next.

"I love sex with you and Nick. Am I a slut now?"

My eyes wandered between his legs. His cock was huge and hard. My cunt was getting wetter and wetter at the thought that I would soon feel him in my holes again. And then Nick's on top of that.

"Touch yourself," Craig said. "Show me how hard you are. You're looking forward to when we fuck you good again, aren't you?"

I nodded and flipped my lacy thong to the side with my right hand. "Can you hear her smacking?" I asked. Craig just looked me in the eye with a sour look. "What's the matter, don't you want to feel her?"

"Don't we have an agreement? Should I call Nick now and tell him how cheeky you are? That you're seducing me here and you're already running out?"

I was no longer ashamed of anything. Uninhibited, I stuck my finger in my cunt and sucked it off in front of Craig, looking deep into his eyes. "You're such a little whore." "So, that's exactly what you like."

I'm not complaining. I'm just stating." I smiled shyly. "Don't look so innocent. You're our whorish girl, aren't you?" I nodded and crossed my legs now. "Eh, eh." Craig stood up and pulled my hair with his right hand. "I didn't tell you to stop spreading your legs, did I? Just spread them again. I just want to have a little look at your hot, tight cunt before Nick gets here."

"And that's okay then? But you don't want to feel it? I think Nick will understand if you touch me. You're just not allowed to fuck me. And I'm not going to suck you off either as long as he's not there."

"You bitch." I stuck my index finger halfway into my wet pussy and pulled it out again. My finger was shiny. "Don't you want to taste how good I taste?" Craig shook his head. "Come on. You'll like it." "I make the rules. Or Nick does, but not you. Understand?"

"Okay, that's enough now. My legs will stay closed until Nick gets here," I said grumpily.

"It turns me on when you bitch. In the end, I get what I want anyway," he grinned smugly. Yes, he always got what he wanted. He always had me under control, even when I didn't do what he wanted. I sensed that it turned him on when I was bitchy. I'd never had this kind of attraction with a man before. We didn't actually know each other, but this sexual tension was divine, even if the sex was completely unromantic. I had less and less of a problem with doing things I wouldn't have dreamed of doing.

I let myself do it because for some reason it made me feel good the way he had power over me.

"I'll never forget the way you looked when we first met. And look at you now." He stood up and pushed me in front of the big mirror in front of the closet. "You have such a pretty, innocent face. But you're anything but that. How many men have you made happy, huh?"

I remained silent. I thought about how many people I'd been in bed with, but I couldn't remember exactly. "Do I have to guess?" I nodded. "Hmmm, probably double digits." I just grinned. I had once kept a list. It must have been around 30. "Maybe thirty." "Thirty!?!" Craig asked shocked. "Including Nick and me?" I shook my head. "But you always seemed to be missing something or you wouldn't be the way you are now."

"And you?" "That doesn't matter, little one. All you need to know is that you can't get rid of us."

"There must have been more with you, you fucker!"

"I'm a man. My job is to teach women how to behave. But as a woman, you shouldn't be involved with so many men. And don't call me 'fucker', you'll soon regret it. Just wait and see what happens when Nick gets here." He stroked my hair slowly and kissed my neck. Whenever he did that, he was tender and I was weak. So weak that I started to forget about my boundaries. I felt his hard dick pushed against my ass. I cuddled up to him. "You can cuddle with Nick later. My job is different" he said coldly.

The hotel room door beeped. I jumped into Nick's arms.

"Nick!" I shouted happily.

"At last. She can't wait."

"No? Did you miss me?" he asked with a grin and sat down on the bed. I approached him hesitantly. He patted his thighs. "Sit on my lap."

"You're happy to see me, Baby, huh?" I asked him wickedly and looked between his legs. You could see his hard dick through his pants.

"You're the best birthday present I've ever gotten. Can I unwrap you?" he asked seriously.

"Nothing better than that" I smiled. N: "Why so shy?" C: "She's just dazzling. She's not shy. She's SO whorish." Craig said crossly. "Is that true?" asked Nick, gently stroking my hair. The look on my face said it all. I bit my lower lip. "Maybe." C: "I can't take this anymore." Craig yanked my top up while Nick slowly pulled my skirt down. N: "That sexy underwear again. Have you been a good girl?"

C "Kinda. Not all the time." N: "What does he mean by that, huh?" Nick slowly guided his right index finger between my thighs. "You're already leaking." Nick said surprised. I smiled sheepishly. C: "Oh God, there's that look again. You little whore. Time to give you what you can't wait for, huh? No foreplay. That's a waste of time, isn't it?" N: "Not yet. First I want to know what you were doing here when I wasn't around. ""Uhm..."

"Uhm what? What did he mean with 'Kinda. Not all the time?'"

My cheeks turned red. Blush would have been unnecessary and I wasn't wearing it.

"He wanted to see my cunt and that I spread my legs for him" I bitched, as if I didn't like it. But the truth was different.

C: "Shhh. Aren't you our good girl? Slutty but a good girl, right?"

I nodded. "Then don't be so fucking loud or do you want the others to look at you like a whore tomorrow?" he continued.

Nick slowly inserted his left index finger into my pussy. "Fuuucckk" I screamed. I had waited so long for this moment. N: "Calm down. This is just the beginning. If you keep being so loud, we'll have to stop. And you want to get your money's worth, don't you?" I sighed exhaustedly.

I pulled Nick's finger out of my dripping cunt and put it in my mouth. N: "You have such a pretty, innocent face and then you do something like that." he said, shaking his head. "And you're not into that or what?" N: "Yes, I am, but I have other plans. He got up and ordered me to stand in front of him and put my head on the bed. N: "We'll fuck you doggy and you have to guess who's inside you. Okay, baby?" I didn't say anything. It was clear that I would like it anyway, but I was still afraid of failing, not bringe enough for them both.

My cunt was dripping, the clearest sign that I really couldn't wait any longer and was ready for them both like never before. Never in my life had I been so excited about one or two cocks. If my pussy could've been able to scream she would've done it.

N: "Keep your head down and don't look. Be a good girl"

Nick penetrated me first. I could just feel it. It felt different to Craig. Nick was much more gentle. C: "So, who's fucking you right now?"

"Nick" I moaned. N: "Good girl. I'm proud of you. Your pussy is so nice and tight and wet. You were made for us, weren't you? Can you feel that?" I moaned and nodded wildly in agreement. After Nick had fucked me gently from behind and his cock was twitching he pulled out. Craig was more ungentle and held onto my neck from behind. "And is it still Nick fucking you?" he whispered in my ear. I turned slightly to the side. He grabbed my hair. "Don't look. Who fucks you better, huh?" "I need both of you," I replied whining. C: "Good girl. You're really making us proud." Nick was now sitting down on the bed in front of me. Craig pulled me further back. "Suck his dick. He deserves it. And make an effort. Don't let him down. Remember, it's his birthday!" Craig said in a gruff tone.

N: "You won't let me down. You'll do as well as you did last time and swallow when I squirt in your sweet mouth, won't you?" I nodded. "Look how good she is." Nick said to Craig, who didn't want to let go of me. My cunt smacked loudly while he fucked me from behind. "Your perfect cunt is driving me crazy. Can you hear her crying for me?" Craig said and gently pushed my head further between Nicks thighs. "You'll have to take it a little deeper." I started to gag. "That's good. You've been really good today. Such a good, whorish girl. You like that, don't you?" N: "Look me in the eye while you suck it, baby." I did as he asked. My eyes must have been greedy. I had spit running down the corners of my mouth. My heart was racing. He gently stroked my head. "You're so good to me."

C: "And not me?" Craig grumbled. I shook my head.

C: "She was completely different just now. She's not as cute as she pretends to be."

No, I wasn't cute. I was really whorish and I liked it more and more. I could get so used to only having sex with Craig and Nick because they gave me everything I needed. Nick the softer boyfriend sex and Craig the rough and kinky sex.

But it would end up messy if I fucked them over and over again.

Craig pulled his cock out and pulled me back by my hair. "You have such beautiful hair. It invites me to pull it. I want to feel your ass on my cock, but you're doing the work. You're about to move your ass on my cock while I'm behind you, ok?" he whispered in my ear. I winced inwardly. Anal. Really? I could and should have guessed that he was into that kind of thing. I was'n,'t really, but I wanted to prove to him that he didn't need to fuck anyone else to get everything he wanted. My boundaries were no longer there.

"If I ask you something, you have to answer. Or should I just fuck you like a whore and not involve you at all?"

"Dude, why don't you be nicer to her?"

C: "Or do you want it gentle? Do you want boyfriend sex with me?"

I nodded.

His question saved me for a brief moment.

"Oh how sweet," Craig said disdainfully. "But after that I'll fuck your hot ass, and that's not a threat, it's a promise."

Craig turned me onto my back and slowly penetrated me. He was really gentle by his standards this time. "She really does have such a sweet, tight cunt, doesn't she?" asked Nick. "Divine. I've never had such a hot pussy. You really are made for us." He thrust it in even deeper. "Can you feel that? It's such a perfect fit." I moaned loudly. "Sssshhh. Not so loud," Craig said crossly. "Do you want Noah to realize how whorish you are we Bothe fucking you and that he wants to fuck you too?" I shook my head. But I couldn't help but moan and scream. Nick sat behind me and massaged my breasts, but at the same time looked a little puzzled at Craig's mention of Noah. "You have such beautiful fair skin and such cute little tits."

He kissed me so that I could stop moaning so loudly.

C: "I love having you under control. If you scream again, I'll cover your mouth. What are you looking at me like that again? You want it, don't you?"

I nodded.

I freed myself from Craig and pushed Nick down on the bed and sat on his thick, hard cock. He looked so handsome and proof that I was doing my job well.

"You're such a good girl." he said as he took my head in both his hands and pulled my head down to kiss me. Craig looked into my eyes as I bobbed up and down on Nick's cock. C: "Look at yourself in the mirror. It looks so hot the way your sweet tits are jiggling." He knelt behind Nick and ordered me to push my breasts together and up, but Nick was quicker. He took over the part. Craig thrust his cock into my mouth. "I know you like this. I want to cum on your face so bad right now." I hated it. Maybe that was the one thing he would never get. "So my makeup would be ruined afterward?"

"You'd look so pretty with my cum all over your innocent face. And don't always start arguing with me. Especially not when you've got my dick in your mouth," he said and grabbed my neck roughly with his hand. I tried to look at Nick, but I couldn't.

"Eh, eh. Look at me when you're sucking it. I want to see how you like it. You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

I just didn't say anything more and did what he wanted, but he wasn't allowed to cover my face with his cum. If he did, I would give him a good slap in the face.

Nick signaled for Craig to pull his cock out and turned my head towards him. He whispered softly in my ear "Let me know if it gets too much for you, ok?"

I broke down inside. Why did he have to be like this? Why did it feel good when Craig humiliated me like that? And why did it feel good that I could always trust Nick 100%? He looked out for me and was always so sweet to me.

"You're driving me crazy," I moaned exhaustedly.

C: "You do this too. Have you ever had such good whorish girl in bed?" -N: "No, never."

N: "Fuck her!" Nick said as he looked at Craig.

Craig didn't need to be asked twice and stood behind me. "I wanted to fuck your hot ass ever since I saw you in your short black skirt. Are you ready? I can't guarantee I'll be careful, but you'll love it."

He penetrated my wet, dripping cunt first and then my ass.

"Look at her sexy ass," he said to Nick, who was sitting in front of me, pleasuring himself and looking me in the eye. He looked briefly to the side in the mirror and moaned "Fuuucckk".

"When you come, please cum in my mouth" I begged.

"You'll get everything you deserve, baby. Don't worry about it."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and continued to look into my eyes as Craig's thrusts became more intense. It hurt, but it was this beautiful kind of pain. "Why aren't you moaning anymore, huh? Doesn't it feel good as I fuck you hard and intense in your hot, round ass? If only you could see how it wiggles. How sexy you look from behind..."

N: "Yes, you can moan. Let it out, sweetie."

I moaned and screamed without restraint. I forgot everything around me except Nick and Craig. I didn't care what others would think of me. I was having the best sex of my life with the two best men I could ever imagine.

N: "Why are you like this?" He stroked me gently on the head, looked deep into my eyes and continued to wank his cock. When he jerked and stopped for a moment, I greedily put my mouth over his cock until it was in my throat and swallowed his cum.

"Good girl. You're doing so well." Nick praised me. Craig didn't want to get out of my ass. "Yeah, she can be really good. The way she offered herself to me straight away was very obliging." He kissed my neck and held onto it. "Ooohh god fuck!" I screamed. I satisfied myself. Juice was running out of my cunt down my inner thighs. Craig pulled my hair. "When I fuck you, you have to keep your hands off yourself. Only our cocks will bring you to orgasm. Understand?"

I didn't listen to him. N: "Leave her alone. I love the sound of her pussy. She smacks so loud. How long has it been since you've had a cock?"

"3 weeks."

"Only three weeks and then you're so horny again?"

Nick slid under me and pulled me onto his cock by my hips while Craig continued to fuck my ass from behind.

"You do it to yourself every day on tour if you don't take a groupie bitch to your hotel room!" I bitched. The idea alone really pissed me off.

"You're better than any groupie bitch you could wish for," Craig moaned.

"I have to. You're not always there." Nick said, knowing how much that would piss me off.

My eyes darkened. C: "Can I squirt you in the face right now?" "No" I said, shaking my head and looking Nick in the eye. He kissed me and pulled me closer to him so that our foreheads were stuck together. "Good, then I'll shoot it all up your ass right now. Your choice." Craig said wickedly. He emptied himself a short time later and clung to my neck, choking me slightly. "Choke me, baby." C: "Only hookers beg as depraved as you. What guy taught you that? Not me!" Craig moaned loudly before pulling his cock back out, but left it twitching in my ass for some time after his orgasm. "You're so fucked up. Just let me fuck your hot ass…Unbelievable." I whispered in Nick's ear for him to cum on my face. "Really?" I nodded self-consciously.

I wanted to provoke Craig. He would explode if I allowed Nick to, but had previously denied him. "Show me how much you enjoy my cunt. Reward me, baby." I said, looking Nick in the eye with a depraved look. He was about to cum. I could feel it. His breathing quickened again and I could hear his heart beating faster. He clenched his teeth. It was exactly the same look as when he was beating his drums. He knelt on the bed and I lay down under his cock, which he stroked a few more times with pressure before he squirted all the rest of his cum into my face. As if that wasn't enough, I opened my mouth. I licked my lips in front of Craig and swallowed it. With a devilish grin, I went into the bathroom. I was about to turn on the faucet when I suddenly saw a muscular arm in front of me. C: "What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" C "You know exactly what I mean. He slapped my ass hard. I winced, but I liked it. "It's his birthday." "You think I'm stupid too, don't you? That was clearly a revenge move on your part." I turned on the tap and washed Nick's cum off me. "I'm far from finished with you. You wait and see!" "You wait and see!" Nick came into the bathroom just as Craig was leaving. "Are you okay?" he asked skeptically.

"Sure. Look at me. I'm pretty again." I grinned contentedly and went back to bed. I was about to snuggle up to Craig, but he pushed me away and slipped away. "Can I have one?" I asked, holding the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table under his nose. He rolled his eyes. "Okay, thanks." I said and went out into the courtyard for a smoke, exhausted but in a good mood. I spotted Noah sitting on a bench. Obviously he needed nicotine too. I wasn't wearing anything, just threw my bathrobe on quickly. I sat down a little further away on another bench opposite. He came over to me. "Hey, didn't we toast Nick's birthday together earlier?" I nodded. He sat down next to me. "It was pretty loud with you guys just now." "Sorry." I didn't know what else to say. My face immediately flushed. Suddenly I was shy again and felt something like shame. "How do you know each other?" "Um, I was on a short trip to Glasgow. That's where I met Nick and Craig." I nervously nibbled at my cuticles and looked at the floor. "Ah, he told me about that." "What?" I asked, surprised and shocked at the same time. "He just said it drove him crazy that he didn't know your name." WTF. Nick had been talking about me? I so hoped he hadn't told me that he'd hooked up with me and fucked Craig. "Anything else?"

Noah shook his head and blew out the smoke. To bridge the silence, I asked Noah how painful the tattoos on his hands were from 1-10. "Here like 2/10" he pointed to the back of his hand. "And here 8-9/10" he let me know and pointed to his finger tattoos. "Why do you ask?" "I like them." Noah was visibly pleased with the compliment. "Do you have any tattoos?" I turned my left wrist towards him and he reached for it. "Nice," he said gently and let go of my wrist. I stubbed out my cigarette and said goodbye to him with a smile. He came with me and walked beside me to the elevator. He was huge compared to me. I noticed his muscular tattooed arms. He had such a nice yet strong charisma, but there was no sign that he liked me in the way Craig said he did. We went up to the 4th floor together. One room before Craig and Nick's, he opened the door and waited until Nick opened the door for me after I had knocked twice. He wished me a good night and I nodded to him.

THE RAIN (Matt Dierkes One-Shot)

Pairing: Matt Dierkes x Reader

Authors Note: Alright. This took a little longer to write than I anticipated. Let me know what yall think! Enjoy!

Tags: @thefallennightmare @lma1986 @burning-outx @arkiliastuff @cncohshit @exitwoundsx

Inspired by this video:

When you went to leave the hotel after checkout, you were greeted by a torrential downpour of rain. Luckily one of the other crew guys had offered to load your stuff, but now the bus was parked on the side of the building ready to leave with no cover from the elements in sight.

You loved the rain. How it smelled. How it felt. How it sounded. It was natures white noise that soothed and cooled the warm summer air while replenishing the earth and healing the soul.

The muffled sounds of your favorite Spotify playlist blasted from your phone in your pocket, a soundtrack to the moment.

A moment where your body gave in to impulsive thoughts and had you stepping out into the deluge.

You tilted your head back and let the drops wash over your face, slowly soaking your hair and clothes.

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice yelled from behind you.

You turned to see Matt standing there smiling back at you in disbelief. He stood just inside the doorway, having just settled the hotel bill with the front desk.

“What does it look like Matthew?” You replied, before tilting your head back again, arms stretched out by your side.

“I’m gonna get wet running to the bus anyway so I’m gonna at least take a moment to enjoy it.”

“You’re gonna get sick!” He stated, shaking his head.

“Oh shut up and live a little” you yelled, kicking your foot through the puddling water in his direction.

The force of the kick sent a stream of water up hitting his face and upper body.

He stood there with a shocked expression, making you laugh and kick the puddle again.

More water pelted his body, his black t-shirt now starting to cling to his chest.

“Stop, Y/N” he warned, face now etched with a more serious expression than before.

“Come out here and make me, Dierkes.” You taunted.

You kicked at the water again, hitting your target.

“That’s it!” He yelled, before charging after you.

A scream mixed with laughter escaped your throat as Matt began chasing you across the parking lot.

As you neared the corner of the building and closer to the where the bus was parked. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet, spinning you around.

When he set you down you turned toward him, grabbing his arms to steady yourself. Laughter and the sound heavy breaths from running mixed with the soft sounds of the music still playing in your pocket.

His hands settled on either side of your waist and he gently pulled you closer to him.

His face held a serious expression mixed with a hint of conflict as his brown hazel eyes scanned your face, taking in the sight before him as water droplets rippled off the now waterlogged brim of his hat.

He reached up with his right hand and gently pushed away a few strands of hair that had become plastered to the side of your face.

As he moved, you couldn’t help but notice the elvish script that encircled his wrist marking the bottom of his Lord of the Rings sleeve. It was the exact same script that ran down the length of your spine.

You felt his hand on your cheek and your attention was drawn back to his face. You took notice of his brown eyes, his straight nose, and his pink lips as the pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheek.

He signed and whispered, “Fuck it.”

His lips collided with yours, arm snaking its away around your back pulling you flush against him. You frozen for a moment before your brain registered what was happening and you felt yourself melt into him with a sigh. His lips were warm and firm, but gentle as they slotted against yours. You slid your hands up his arms and over his chest, gripping the wet fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer.

He pulled back a moment later and the two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity as the rain continued to pour. Your ears picked up the faint sound of the phone somehow still playing music in your pocket. The two of you swayed back and forth as the tune eventually came to a close.

“We should probably get to the bus.” He said, breath shaky.

You nodded. But before you could let go, he briefly captured your lips again in one more sweet kiss.

The two of you smiled as you ran toward the rest of the distance to the bus.

What you didn’t know until later was that everyone on the bus saw what had happened and one of the crew guys had recorded your time in the rain. Sending the full video to the both of you to keep.

When they posted it on Twitter later, they had edited out the beginning. So on playback all you could see was the two of you running across the parking lot to the door of the bus and various dialogue from the members inside.

“That’s Dierkes and Y/N!”

“Yeah, that’s Matt and Y/N.”

“That’s even better!”

“Oh. My. God.”

Upon reaching the door, Matt had punched in the access code and let out a loud “AGH!” as the door swung open we climbed inside. As we reached the top of the starts he let out another “AGH” toward the camera before the video ended.

Laughter and joking erupted from the front lounge as the guys began to give their usually serious tour manager flack for being a secret romantic. The two of you simply shared a smile as the jokes continued before rushing off the change and prepare for the journey to the next stop of the tour.

Braids

(Ok, let's see if I remember how to do this fanfic thing.)

Plot: Inspired by this post and the comments. Noah and reader have a little tradition after sex. Nick and the others find out, but teasing Noah backfires on them.

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Word count: 1571

Tags: fluff, smut, oral (both female and male receiving), profanity, p in v.

It started almost as a joke. One day, after sex, Noah’s mane was so messy you asked if he wanted you to brush it. Surprisingly, he said yes, so you grabbed your paddle brush and untangled his dark locks. Next time, you bought a brush specifically for him and had it ready on your nightstand. He sat still and let you run the brush through his hair, occasionally letting out soft moans.

“This is so relaxing,” he said.

It was for you, too, so you did it every time after you had sex from then on. The first time you braided his hair, you were joking about giving him a gold star for every orgasm he had given you (and it had been a busy night). You didn’t have gold star stickers, but you wanted to give him a little extra something. While brushing his hair, your eyes wandered over your vanity, landing on the little plastic box of hair ties you had bought the day before. You sectioned the pertinent hair and braided four little braids on the side of his head.

“Now you got your medals,” you said, half joking.

But he didn’t take it as a joke, not at all. He demanded his recognition every time you had sex from then on (he also liked the feeling of your nimble fingers working his hair, but he wouldn’t tell you that).

Then he went on tour and you missed him. A lot. It was usually hard to sleep without him next to you on the bed, when he was on tour it was extra hard. Fortunately, you were going to be able to join them for the stop closest to your home. You talked on the phone the previous day, before the show, all excited to finally be able to sleep in the same bed again and smother each other in affection.

“I can't wait to be with you again, hug you and kiss you,” you said.

“Yeah, me too,” he responded. “I dreamed of you yesterday,” he told you.

“Yeah? Was it a nice dream?” you wanted to know.

“It was. We had sex all day, and you gave me a lot of braids,” he laughed.

“Well, maybe we can make it come true,” you replied, playfully.

“I can’t wait. See you tomorrow, babe.”

Little did you two know that Folio was listening (he didn’t mean to snoop, it just happened!), and he ran to the others.

“Guys, I have finally solved the mystery!” he announced.

“What mystery?” Jolly asked absentmindedly, focused on his guitar.

“Noah’s braids!”

“I thought they were just braids,” Nick chimed in. “You know, that he was experimenting with new hairstyles and such.”

“They’re not just braids!” Folio announced. “Y/N gives them to him after sex.”

“How does that make them ‘not just braids’?” Jolly asked.

“Knowing Noah, they’re fucking medals” Nick.

Jolly chuckled at the pun, but he agreed. The number of braids never followed a pattern, at least not one he could see. The braids being visual representations of how much he had been ‘loving’ his girlfriend were as good an explanation as any.

The boys got their confirmation the day after the concert. You had been to the show the night before, hanging out and partying with them after, so they all slept in; not you and Noah, though. He woke you up at eight with a bountiful breakfast and after a while of cuddling and relaxing together, watching TV, he began kissing your neck and slipping his hands in your underwear, and you felt him getting hard against your ass.

“Shall we go back to the bed?” you asked.

“Nah. Let me finger you first,” he said.

“But you’re so hard,” you protested while he ran his fingers through your wet folds.

“And you’re so wet, and I barely touched you,” he chuckled. “Let me please you in all the other ways I can before getting inside you,” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded as his fingers penetrated you, moving deliciously in and out, curling and massaging your G-spot, eliciting a moan from you.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how much you like it,” he said, voice low with desire.

He finger-fucked you, rubbing your clit with his free hand, until you came undone. You were still recovering from that when he slipped out from behind you and knelt on the floor before you. Maintaining eye contact, he hooked his fingers on the elastic of your pajama shorts and yanked them along with your panties. You hissed as the cold air hit your core, still sensitive from his ministrations.

“Babe, are you sure you want to…?” you began, but before you could finish the question, he was already between your legs, lazily lapping at your arousal. “OhGodNoah!” you gasped.

He laughed but kept on eating you out, his licks soon getting very purposeful and not lazy at all. He was a man on a mission (making you come again), and he fully intended to accomplish it. You allowed yourself to be more vocal this time; not that you didn’t enjoy it when he finger-fucked you, but Noah was a pro with his lips and tongue, and he loved to make you come. Soon your second orgasm was going through you like a tidal wave, so intense that you saw white for a moment, toes curling, eyelids fluttering. You moaned his name, a hand gripping at his hair, the other digging into the couch. He smiled at you, still licking at your clit, riding you through your orgasm.

When he got up, the mere vision of him (the lower half of his face still glistening with your juices, his hard cock straining against his sweatpants, tattoos in full display) was enough to turn you into a feral creature. You lowered his sweatpants in a swift motion, freeing his erection. You curled your hand around his shaft, pumping him slowly. Maintaining eye contact, you licked a stripe over the sensitive head, tasting the pre-cum leaking. He moaned.

“Babe, as much as I love when you blow me, I need to be inside you,” he said, reluctantly pushing you away.

You guys went back to the bed. Noah grabbed a condom from the box on his nightstand, opening it up and rolling it over his length. He wasted no time, fucking you fast and hard against the mattress.

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Did I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly worried.

“Did I tell you to stop while we were at it?” you asked.

“No”

“Then don’t be an idiot, I’m fine,” you assured him.

You cuddled. Then fucked again. Then cuddled some more. Then you rode him like a cowboy going into the sunset. Then you took a shower together and had lunch. By the time you joined the boys in the spa of the hotel, Noah had almost half of his hair in braids, and you were not walking straight. Folio elbowed Nick, attracting his attention over Noah and you, and Nick tapped Jolly’s shoulder. They looked at each other, knowingly, but said nothing.

“The poor thing must be so raw,” Jolly whispered to the other two, watching you two at the hot part of the pool. Folio and Nick stifled a laugh.

You were sad to part ways with Noah the next day but, to be honest, your vagina needed some days off after what you did.

“See you in a couple of weeks,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek and then his lips.

“I already miss you,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours.

You hugged him one last time before he got on the bus.

“I’mma put my coochie on ice as soon as I get home,” you jokingly texted him after you waved the bus goodbye.

“Should’ve eaten you out more,” he replied.

“Maybe. But I was there, and I enthusiastically participated. Don’t be sorry for what we both enjoyed.”

You saw him again for the second last show at the end of the tour, going straight to the hotel room after the concert. He made sweet love to you that night, very intimate and passionate. You loudly moaned his name as you came, back arching off the bed, inner muscles contracting around him, dragging him over the edge with you.

“I love you,” he said with a soft voice and hooded eyes.

“I love you too,” you replied, caressing his cheek.

He almost fell asleep while you were brushing and braiding his hair. He also let you be the big spoon, which didn’t happen often.

The next day, when he arrived at the sound check, the boys were surprised to see him with only one braid.

“Slow night yesterday?” asked Jolly.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Noah asked, confused.

“Looks like you were too tired after the concert for round two,” replied Jolly, pointing at his hair.

Noah blushed violently.

“You guys know about that?” he asked, mortified.

“You and Y/N are not very subtle, to be honest,” said Nick.

“It’s surprising, though, you always have at least two braids,” Jolly reflected.

“What can I say, that’s just how she likes it,” Noah said, shrugging while smiling, very full of himself.

“Dude, next time he meets Y/N to ‘hang out’ and he returns with braids, he won’t be able to fit his ego through the door,” Nick joked.