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Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian Teaser

Remember how I said I'm a mood writer and I'm constantly jumping between my works in progress? Yeah, here's a perfect example of that. This is going to be a one shot, not super long(right, like I can write a short one shot). I'm going to try and get it posted later on tonight but no promises. A snippet is posted below the cut!

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I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS GOING TO BE A VERY DARK FIC. SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.

I stood blanketed in darkness, the only light emanating from the salt lamp which rested on the end table. It bathed her face in a faint orange glow and my cock twitched beneath my pants. For weeks my thoughts had been plagued by her and the soft moans that fell from her lips. I was desperate for her, I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock, milking it.

I was late getting here tonight because I was caught up with work so I only had been here for a few moments, watching her sleep.

As my dark eyes dragged down her exposed back, it was then that I noticed she was naked underneath her red sheets and rage filled me. This was a first for her, sleeping naked. I would know because I'd been watching her sleep for the last few days and she always wore an oversized shirt and cotton underwear.

A soft click sounded over her snores and my eyes snapped over to the ensuite bathroom and now the rage was all-consuming as I watched some random man walk out wearing absolutely nothing as he slipped back into bed; her bed.

My girl's bed.

I grasped the handle of the blade that was hiding in my pocket and ever so quietly, tip-toed towards the man's side of the bed, ready to rid yet another obstacle in our path.

You will be mine, angel. Whether you want it or not.

Heyyy ignore if you're not taking requests but I'd you are then could you do one where Matt and reader have been growing closer and it's super obvious and irritating to the others so they hatch a plan to set them up unbeknownst to them that they've already started being a bit couply, like maybe some stolen kisses and stuff so the set up makes them realise how into each other they really are?

Hey 😊 I’m not writing at the moment however I’m hoping this will give me the incentive to start so I will keep this request! I’m in work for the next few days so I’ll start on it as soon as I can 🙏

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.

Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author's Note:

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

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

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

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

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

WC: 4.7K

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

End of Author's Note

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

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

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

But that was all coming to an end tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey handsome”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re insufferable” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another spin. Folio to you.

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

“Truth”

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

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

“Noah” 

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

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

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

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

“Dare”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there someone in a hurry?”

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

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

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

“You are so fucking beautiful”

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

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

“Fucking kiss me, Noah”

“Thought you’d never ask”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking amazing”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You taste so fucking good”

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

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

Yet Noah didn’t stop.

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

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

“Oh my fuck N-Noah…” 

“Fuck my face babe” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do” 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now eyes on me” 

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

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

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

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum” 

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

“Noah oh my…” 

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

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

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

Help Again 🥺

Okay so there’s another one shot I can’t for the life of me remember what it’s called, Reader works with the band and they are all celebrating finishing tour she tells Noah she’s leaving to go back to her country he gets all possessive?!?

Please help 😊

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.

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! 🥹

the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K

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

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

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

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

Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint and twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work. Noah sat across from him on the couch, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.

Ruffilo sat next to Noah, the two sharing a bag of chips and rambling about their prior super smash bros session.

“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Nicholas kicked his ass as Ganondorf.

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

Noah sent him a glare in response, before eyeing Folio.

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

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

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

All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats.

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

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

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

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

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

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

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

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

His name echoed between each of the members, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl that drove them all mad, made them question his motives.

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

Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly.

Noah shrugged, eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

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

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

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

Anything to distract himself from the tension.

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

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

Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold, not afraid to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire. If only you asked them to.

And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your alluring, lascivious touch one night three months ago? The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noah and Jolly nodded along.

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

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

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

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

“See? Point proved,” He said, passing the blunt to Jolly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does one win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.

Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, “first to do anything sexual wins.”

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

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

Nicholas sat back on the couch, shrugging his shoulders at his suggestion, “Dibs?”

A stare-down commenced before Jolly leaned forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Nick joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Nicholas followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.

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

“Bet.”

=

You were completely oblivious to the deal behind the door as you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the door to open. Their talking quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.

Folio’s eyes remained fixated as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him, walking past and into the room. The immediate silence from the members as you headed to the counter made your chest tighten, nerves running to the ends of your fingertips.

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

Flashing them a small smile you hid your overthinking thoughts. Maybe they didn’t want you here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

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

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

“Oh-” was all you could say, before allowing his hands to grab your hips, pulling you down onto him.

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

Nick’s eye-roll and Noah’s snarl went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Nicholas’ clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.

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

Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm to stand. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous, “I am more than sure.”

Matt picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace; but your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.

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

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

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

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

“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy.

Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.

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

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

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

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

Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. You crossed your legs in an attempt to squeeze your desire, but he knew. He knew the effect he had.

The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding.

As the boys began dragging on about Elden ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “You forgot something in your room, right?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at your growing lust. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking another quick sip and tossing the can into the bin.

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

“Where are you going?” Nicholas asked you, biting his lip to distract himself from the envy that grew in his chest. They all knew.

“I just- forgot something in my room.”

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

One more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck, “do you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile. Finally tugging down the fabric you ran your tongue along the length, swiping along the head before trailing back down.

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

“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, taking your hand to hold him, before wrapping your mouth around him. The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His encouraging words made your face warm, cock buried in your throat as you gagged along him.

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

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

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

Using your hand you stroked him as you sucked, until Jolly spoke.

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

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

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

A deep groan crawled from him as he held you along his cock, release hitting the back of your throat. Closing your eyes you swallowed all of him, sticking out your tongue

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

Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together. Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw as he kissed you once again.

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

Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am, and you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

After hours of travelling, you were exhausted, the crew pulling up to the next hotel. Things were going smoothly until checking in at reception.

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

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

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

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

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

The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot.

“Y-yeah, that’s fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”

“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked at you, unspoken words lingering in his gaze.

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

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

Heading various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “What is with you guys lately?”

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

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

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

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

He was this close to winning the bet.

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

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

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

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

Nicholas only smiled, his nervous wading back as he placed his suitcase into the room.

“I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”

=

Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse. You were tired, but also nervous as Nicholas trailed behind you.

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

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

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

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

“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt, I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you asked him to stay here. Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck?

You pushed back against him, rutting back and forth along him teasingly. The groan that left Nicholas’ chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.

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

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

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

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

His touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.

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

“I woke up with your cock pressed against me, what do you expect?” You laughed as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just the tip inside.

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

Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Nicholas taking over your body. His thrusts were quick as he held your hips, fucking you from behind as you two lay on the bed.

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

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

You sighed, fingers gripping the white sheets in desire as he thrust deeper.

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

With the scream of his name, you clenched around his body. Nicholas pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your ass, the warmth making you jolt.

The two of you lay there, chests heaving. Nicholas watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and heading into the bathroom to shower.

Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, as Nicholas sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.

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

=

“Point for this guy.” As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t say anything as you two made it outside before pulling out a small bag. Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio tauntingly held it up.

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

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow.

“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums.”

Chewing on your cheek you smiled, “Alright Folio. Bet.”

His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips.

The two of you took the edibles and you savoured the taste of the berry flavour.

“And now what?” You asked.

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

=

The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive, as Nick reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.

It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member.

It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures. You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.

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

You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, “Me and Folio took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder, Nick covering his mouth in the background, “Sorry Matty, I can’t stop laughing.”

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

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

“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding Nick against you as you pressed your face against the tank.

“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it?” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

You and Nick followed the wooden pathway to the outside enclosure, taking a seat on a bench.

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

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

“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered.

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

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

Following Nick’s direction, he turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.

His heart was pounding so fast that he almost felt scared. What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet? What if he wanted this to be real?

The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt. This was real for him.

You didn't pull away from him, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate and soft, leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.

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

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

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

“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours.

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

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

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

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

“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously. You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your laughter stopped as he loomed over you, your heart matching his pace as he kissed you again, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.

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

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

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

Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened. Three boys in the last two days? Where was all this coming from?

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

And really? You didn’t mind at all.

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

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

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

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

Folio kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder. You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.

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

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

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

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

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

You covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s so hot,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.

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

Melting into his chest you wrapped your arms around him.

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

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

Jolly and Nicholas were watching YouTube videos, as Folio sat upside down, chucking a rubber ball at the wall.

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

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

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

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

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

Noah held up his middle finger, causing Jolly to chuckle.

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

Those words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again.

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

The singer stood up, frustration evident on his face and as the ball bounced back toward Nick’s hand, Noah reached over, pushing it across the bus.

“Hey!” Nick snapped, but no one else said anything as Noah left, slamming the bus door.

You sat with Matt outside, sharing memes as you heard the door, an angry Noah storming out.

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

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

His eyes softened when they met yours, but he still held his own body.

He was frustrated, and for what? They all bet on this, and all agreed.

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

Standing in front of him you felt sad, he looked conflicted, and you didn’t know how to help.

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

“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. He melted into your touch, face flushing at your care.

“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. It was true.

He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down he also wanted you to be the distraction.

You looked at the time on your phone as it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”

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

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

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

Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you.

You and Noah sat in silence as the movie began, almost afraid to speak to each other.

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

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

Slowly his hands crept up and down your thigh, warmth radiating off of his skin- but you froze as the words came from his mouth.

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

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

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

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

Unsure why you followed, you did, and facing him you placed a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.

Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes before reaching your Neck.

He lightly pulled you down to his face, mouth inches from yours. His breath was warm as he spoke.

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

Shivering at his words you let him take control. His behaviour and promise alone almost pushed you to the edge, and you didn’t doubt his promise for one second.

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

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

Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body.

As he pushed his fingers deeper, thumb rutting in rhythmic circles, he held you up by your neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure.

Your body clenched around his fingers and in no time, you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.

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

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

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

You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you between his thighs, the place he’s dreamed of many nights.

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

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

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

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

Obeying him, you took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself how you knew best to Noah’s words.

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

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

Moaning at his words you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm. Knowing that the boys talked about you made your ears warm, and you were sure Noah would then be talking to them about this.

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

Noah smiled down at you with pride.

Standing up he spread his thighs, stoking himself as he made you turn around with a finger.

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

His hands guided your hips down onto his arousal, relishing in the feeling of how hard he was.

Noah’s groans were erotic as he pushed you up in down, letting you ride him.

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

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

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

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

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

Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stoked himself to his climax.

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

The two of you stood in front of each other, breathing heavily as your eyes were fixated on each other.

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

Noah held the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs.

He was silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand.

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

When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside.

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

Looking over at Noah, he ran his fingers through the onyx strands with a nervous smile.

“A bet Noah? Really?”

He nodded, and then the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.

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

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

“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed.

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

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

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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.

"Cheers!" he said to everyone before holding the tray out to them.

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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.

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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!

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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.

MEDUSA - Part Six.

This is the longest chapter so far. Finally they're letting some feelings show :')

Warnings: death threat, curse words, mentions of guns.

WC: 2.8k

Summary: Y/N is a private dancer at a Gentleman's Club called Medusa. Noah Sebastian is a crime boss. Their paths cross when one night, Noah pays for one of her dances and they can't seem to be apart from each other.

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Noah was sitting on his chair in his office when he heard three knocks on the door. Telling the person behind it to come in, he saw Jolly with an envelope on his hands.

"Hey, this was left on the front door not too long ago. No one saw who delivered it and we didn't want to open it because it's addressed to you", he said, making his way into the office and handing Noah the envelope over the table.

"Well, I don't usually receive letters", he responded, with an edge of suspicion in his voice. "I'm gonna open it. Thank you, Jolly"

The other man nodded, and said if he needed anything, they were available, leaving and closing the door behind him. Noah looked over the envelope, seeing that it was indeed addressed to him, his full name written on the front. Flipping it over, there was nothing else written on the back.

Ripping the envelope open and taking out a piece of paper, he saw it was a handwritten letter. He unfolded it and began to read.

I know what you've been doing, lover boy. To be fair, she is a pretty little thing. I wouldn't be able to let her out of my eyesight either. Is she in your eyesight now? What do you think she is doing? Well, too bad whores don't always have a happy ending. Take care, JC.

Noah was used to receiving threats, they're not uncommon in his life and he has send out a few of his own. But they were always directed at him or one of the boys. But this one was a direct message to you.

His hands were shaking and he had to take his coat off because he suddently felt like he couldn't breath. He had to stop and think about what you were doing right now. It was night and you were probably at work. He had to get there as soon as possible. He couldn't afford to think that it was too late.

Before he got the chance to stand and make his way out, his phone rang. It was you. He picked up in a haste and wasn't able to get a word out before you were talking to him.

"Noah, oh my God. He sent me a threat, here, at work. I don't know what to do", he heard the desperation in your voice and he could tell you've been crying.

"I know, I got one as well. Listen, where are you right now?", he tried to talk as quickly as he can, not wanting to waste anymore time. Already grabbing his coat and wallet, making his way out of the room.

"I'm in the room where I usually meet clients. The envelope was on the chair and no one saw who delivered it. How can people not see someone coming in and out, Noah?", you said in disbelief.

"I need you to stay there. Are there keys on the door for you to lock them?"

"No, they don't leave the keys here for our safety. Noah, are you coming here?", your voice was small and he felt a pang in his chest.

"Yes, I'm on my way, honey. Stay on the phone with me, I'm not hanging up until I get there", he looked around and spotted one of his security guards, demanding that they check the security footage on the front door and yard. Running out of the door and getting in his car.

You went quiet, the only indicator that you were still on the line was your heavy breathing. The sound of a car speeding filling your ears.

"Noah, he called me a whore" you broke the silence and also his heart.

"You're not a whore, he only said those things to get to you. Don't let him get to you", he wished he could teleport to you and engulf you in his arms right this moment.

"He said no one cares about whores like me. I mean, he isn't wrong. All I'm good for is shaking my ass for some cash. If I'm gone tomorrow, they're just gonna replace for another pretty girl", you couldn't help but let your thoughts roam out loud.

"Please, don't say those things about yourself. I care about you and I'm coming to get you and nothing is gonna happen, ok?", you answered softly and he heard you take a sharp intake of breath on the other side. "I'm pulling up outside. I'll be there in a minute, don't worry. Can you meet me at the back entrance?"

"Yeah, I'll get my bag and meet you there", you answered, getting up from your position on the couch.

"Can't you come straight to the back entrance? I don't want you roaming around in there anymore than you need to", he tried not to be too paranoid as to not alarm you anymore. But every second that went by with you not by his side, was another second of him wondering if you were ok.

"Noah, I'm currently wearing a bra and panties. I have to get my bag. I'll stay on the phone", he didn't like it, but agreed nonetheless and told you to be quick.

In about three minutes, he saw you leaving. You spotted his car instantly and ran to it, getting in the passenger seat. He got your bag from your hands and put it in the backseat. You could feel the tension leaving your body as soon as you were in Noah's presence, finally feeling some sense of security.

"Noah, what am I gonna do?", you asked, running your hands over your face.

"You won't have to do anything. This is on me and I'm gonna keep you safe. You won't have to worry about that", you got a good look at him and realized that he actually thought this was his fault.

"This is not on you. I texted you, telling you to come here so I could give you the information. I fell into this by myself", you tried to reason.

"And I went to your house and gave you my number", he was unwavering and you decided that it wasn't worth it arguing about whose fault it was at the moment. "I'm gonna take you to a safehouse. I'm not gonna take you to my house because I got a note delivered there as well, so it isn't 100% safe", you only nodded, trying to grasp how your life did a complete 180 in just a few hours.

As he drove, he made a few calls, informing everyone of what's happened and giving orders of things he needed done. Not too long after, you were leaving civilization behind and all you could see were trees lininig the gravel road.

Noah took a right turn, the forest getting denser now, only giving way to the car driving through the marked path. You looked up through the windshield and you could barely see the sky above the top of the trees.

Stopping at a gate, you noticed a few men around the perimeter, all carrying guns on their hands and their holsters. You tried not to think about it. Just after the gate, Noah parked the car in front of a small wood cabin. Despite all those men outside and the situation you were in, you could admit that the place was beautiful.

Noah got out of the car and you followed suit, you noticed the wind was chilly and the air was clean. You looked up once again and as the trees swished from the gusts of air, you could see the sky was littered with stars.

"It's nice out here. I wish we were here under different circumstances, but I hope you enjoy the scenery anyways", he said, your bag was in his hands and you only nodded and gave a small smile. He led the way to the entrance. The lock was automatic, it read his fingerprint and you heard it unlock. You figured this place was only simple from the outside. It is a safehouse after all.

He got in and dropped your bag on a small table by the door. You looked around and there was a living room to your right and the kitchen to your left, a dining table between the two spaces.

"The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, your room is the door on the left and mine the door on the right", he pointed forward and you could see the doors leading to the rooms and the bathroom.

"I think I'm gonna take a shower", you looked at him and saw that he was taking his coat off, a simple black tank top underneath, revealing his tattooed arms and shoulders. For a second you were distracted by the way he moved. His biceps flexing as he reached up to hang his coat. His hair getting in his face, he pushed it out of his eyes as he turned around to aknowledge you.

"Yeah, are you hungry? I can make us something to eat", he totally caught you checking him out if the smirk on his face was any indicator.

"Sure, I'll be right back", you tried to get out of the situation as fast as possible. You just received a death threat, you did not need to have a crush on this man. Grabbing your bag, you made your way to the bathroom and locked the door.

Noah stayed in the living room, making sure everything was in it's place. He had someone come here and clean up every week, but he still wanted to check. He made his way to the bedroom you were going to be staying at. There were clean sheets and pillowcases already on the bed, so he didn't have to worry abou that.

Opening the fridge he started on the task of making you something to eat. A sub would have to suffice for now. He would get someone to pick up groceries later. He heard the bathromm door open and seconds later you came walking into the living room. You hair was wet and he could smell your perfume freshly applied. You were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, looking rather comfortable.

You sat down in one of the chairs on the dining table. "What's on the menu for tonight?", you asked, trying to make light of the situation. You felt safe here and figured there was not much you could worry about for now.

He approached the table with one plate in each hand. "I made us a sandwich, I hope that's okay? I'll get someone to buy groceries so we can eat some actual food", he set one plate in front of you and sat down across the table.

"It's perfect, thank you", you really were grateful and you hoped he knew that. After a couple of bites, you couldn't contain your curiosity any longer. "What's gonna happen now?", you asked him.

"You'll have to stay here until we can get this problem solved", he answered, and you could tell he was holding something back.

"And how are you gonna get this problem solved?", you inquired. You felt like you knew how, but you wanted him to talk to you, you needed some sense of clarity amidst all this darkness.

He sighed out loud, setting his sandwich down on his plate and preparing himself to say this to you. He didn't want you knowing anymore than necessary, but since you were already dragged into this, the least he could do is be sincere with you.

"There's this group, you could say they're our competition. They want to take over the bussiness in the city and in order to do that, they have to eliminate my friends and I", you flinched when said "eliminate", he noticed, but continued nonetheless. "When I went to Medusa the first time we met, it was a recommendation from my friend, he said I needed a scape from this situation. Some of our shipments were stolen, some came with only half of the supplies and others disappeared all together. I was kind of losing my mind"

You were paying close attention to his words, he wasn't specific and you were curious about what they shipped from overseas, but refrained from asking. "That day I went to your house, we were at the port talking to our supplier when their group attacked us. They took us off guard but we were able to get out of there with only minor injuries", you smiled, knowing he was talking about Jolly and the fact that you patched him up that night.

"We think that was a test for what's to come", he said this part lower, half hoping you weren't going to hear him or that you wouldn't question it. That was proved wrong when you asked what that means as soon as the words left his lips.

"We have a big shipment coming soon, the biggest of the year. And we think that what you heard at the club can be a reference to that. They're gonna strike again, but this time they're gonna do it for real"

Noticing you were uneasy about this information, he tried to comfort you. "Thanks to you, now we are prepared and we can anticipate what is coming our way. You really helped us." He reached across the table to take your hand in his and give it a squeeze.

You appreciated the way he always tried to take care of your emotions, and even though you were in this situation now, you decided that you did the right thing by telling him what you heard.

When he went to your house unannounced, it made you so angry that you didn't see the way he took care of people around him. He was there because he was worried about one of his best friends. And now he is here with you because he is worried about you. You felt your heart soften for him more and more.

You both finished your sandwiches in silence, but it was comfortable rather than awkward, and you missed the warmth of his hand on top of yours.

You tried to take the plates to the sink to wash them, but Noah didn't let you, telling you to go to the living room instead, and pick something for you to watch and that he'll join you in a few minutes.

You saw an array of DVD's on the shelves on both sides of the TV. You tried to steer clear of any romantic movies or horror movies, so you picked My Neighbor Totoro, one of your favorites. You heard Noah let a hum of appreciation from behind you, pleased with your choice.

You noticed he sat two blankets on the couch, one for you and one for him. The couch wasn't too big, but still, you sat on one end of it and he sat on the other.

"I wish we had popcorn now", you noted and pouted a little.

"I'll make sure to add it to the list", he chuckled a little at your disappointment towards the lack of popcorn.

You both got quiet and settled into your spots to watch the movie. Halfway through, you could feel you eyelids getting heavier, sleep seeping into your body that has finally calmed down from the events of the day.

Noah looked over at you and saw your eyes closed, soft breaths leaving through your nose. He admired you for a few seconds, looking so soft bundled up under your blanket, so different from the tough woman that greeted him on your doorstep just a couple of days ago.

Het let you nap for a while, not wanting to disturb you, but as he started feeling tired himself, he decided it was smart to move to the bedroom. He tried to shake you awake, calling your name softly, but you stirred a little and went right back to sleep. He smiled to himself.

Decided to not leave you on the couch and risk you waking up with a stiff neck, he grabbed your legs and waist from under the cover, lifting you up with ease and carrying you to the bedroom. You arms instinctively went around his neck and you head rested on his shoulder. He shivered a little from your touch, but tried to not think about it.

You were under so much stress and he didn't want to feel inappropriate around you. You were beautiful and he couldn't deny his attraction towards you. But now wasn't the time to act on it. Maybe when this was all over, you would let him take you out on a date.

Setting you on the bed and covering you from head to toe, he smoothed you hair from your face. He closed the curtains so you wouldn't wake up with the sun in your eyes. Taking one last look at you, he softly closed the door behind him and went to his own room to rest for the night.

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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.

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Part 4

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Part 9

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MEDUSA - Part Two.

REPOSTED VERSION!!!

This begins with the events of Part 1 seen through Noah's eyes.

Warnings: guns, talks of student loans, Y/N being a little sad about her life.

WC: 1.697 words.

Noah never really came to places like this. He guesses his friends had had enough of his behavior as of lately, and nearly forced (which is a strong word, Noah Sebastian never really does anything he doesn't want to do) him to go out and have some "fun".

One of his gun shipments got stolen that week, which is not something that has never happened before, but coupled with the fact that there is a rival group trying to take his place, his attention and stress was at an all time high.

He didn't know what he expected when he stepped into the club. He didn't arrive a minute before scheduled time, but he could notice the plush seats and the expensive golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Jolly has spoken really highly of this place, and he trusted Jolly, so he could say he was somewhat comfortable.

Nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen in the next 20 minutes though. He was in entranced as soon as you stepped through the door. Your robe falling loosely on the tops of your thighs and your elegant heels clicking on the ground. He could not keep his eyes off of you even if he tried.

He was done for by the time you sat on his lap, he was hyper aware of every sensation. Your weight on top of him, the contours of your body. He couldn't help himself, he knew he wasn't allowed to, but his hands had a mind of their own when he tried to reach out and touch you.

He was a little shocked and lot turned on when you whipped his hand away. This is so much better than anything he could've hoped for. And suddently he wished he had paid for an hour of this, instead of just 20 minutes.

When you reached for his lapels, a sign that you wanted it off, he suddently felt the weight of his gun that was tucked into his waist. Like an everyday accesory to him now, he completely forgot it was even there. He guesses they truly trust the patrons here, because he sure as hell wasn't searched before coming in to the room. Or maybe it was an unspoken rule only he wasn't aware of.

Even covered by the mask, he could tell you were a little taken aback by the hardware he was carrying. No words were shared between the two of you up until that point, but he suddently wanted to reassure you, tell you that he means no harm, that he truly forgot to leave it at the door, that he didn't mean to be an intimidating prick. But he had no time for that, because the timer went off, signaling that your time together was over.

He watches as you gather your things, spare him one last glance and shut the door behind you. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and runs the palms of his hands over his face. He now felt more stressed then when he came in to the club.

He doesn't know why he cares so much. He's shot people with intent before, he's held a pistol to many people's heads, never without the intentions of pulling the trigger, he's ordered his man to kill people before. Why does he care if a girl he's never met before feels scared of him? feels unsafe around him?

He thinks he really doesn't need this. He came here looking for a good time, and now he has your gaze burned in his irises and in his mind.

You, on the other hand, had no other clients for the night, so you decided to not stick around, because if you did, you knew that Ava would give you some meaningless task to keep you occupied. And you really needed some time to think about what has just happened.

His beautiful, almond eyes didn't leave your mind as you changed into the clothes you arrived in earlier in the day. You decided you were going to take your make up off at home, while taking a warm shower. You grab your bag, say goodbye to the girls and make your way to the back door reserved for staff only.

As soon as you came out into the open area, you see a black Escalade parked just a little to your left. It wasn't unsual, because there was also a back door reserved for patrons. Seconds later you see him stepping out. His suit jacket is back on, and as there was a magnetic pull, his eyes instantly land on your.

Even though you had your mask on the entire time you were with him, you knew he could tell who you were. You decide to just make your way to your car and hope that this guy isn't some freak. You knew he was definetly important, because he was cruising around in a Escalade. But just how important that he had to be carrying a gun all the time? You didn't stay to find out.

As you sit at the table eating your dinner, you contemplate about your life. You often do that. You don't hate your job, you're good at it and it pays you well, but sometimes you wish you worked somewhere more dignified. You wish you could tell people you meet or love interests what you do for a living.

You wish you had a dating life, you wish you were on Tinder and you wish you didn't find it so hard to be with a man who thinks it is okay for his girlfriend to be a stripper. But you know you're not going to have that. Your nursing diploma stares back at you as if it is laughing at you, mocking you.

You could've been working the night shift, complaining about your work hours and how the lunch at the hospital tastes stale. You could be taking care of people and feeling like you're making a difference in the world. But you're not, you're making a living dancing for powerful man, and if you're destined to do this for the rest of your life, you'll have to find a way to make peace with it.

Noah knew he shoudn't do this, knew he shouldn't dig himself a bigger hole, but he just can't help it. He knew it was you leaving the club at the same time he stepped out. The somber look on your face told him everything he needed to know, but he wanted more.

"Folio, I need you to do a background check on someone", he said as he approached his friend who was sitting at the table, laptop in front of him. Folio could look like a big Golden Retriever sometimes, but he was his best man when it comes to technology.

"Okay, what is their name?", he looked at Noah, slightly unintested, after all, he did this almost every other day.

"That is the thing, I don't have her name", he scratched the back of his head, actually looking a little flustered. He didn't catch your name, and you're sure the club just wouldn't divulge this information if he asked out of the blue. He could threaten them, but he tried not to be like that if he could help it.

"Oh. So it's a woman?", Folio looked surprised. "Do you think she has affiliations with the group that stole our guns?", he looked a little apprehensive.

"I don't know, that is why I was asking for that background check", Noah said as if it was the most obvious information ever. "She works at that Medusa club, I'm sure you've been there. She is a private dancer and mostly works backstage. I'm sure they have some kind of electronic system to keep track of customers, or even to pay their girls. See if you can find anything on that"

So he got to work. He tracked their billing information from the credit card Noah used to pay for your work, after that he could track the bank account the money was deposited to, and in les than 10 minutes he had your full name, adress and any other valuable information.

"Seems like her name is Y/N. She's been working there for a few years. She actually has an affiliation with NYU, she graduated there as a nurse before she started working at Medusa", Folio kept looking at your information, growing more curious by the second. Finally, he asked what he wanted to know "Noah, why are we after a nurse? You know we don't", he stuttered a bit, but kept going "you know we don't do women like, right?"

Noah looked at him, a bit offended by the implication, but responded anyways "I know that, dumbass. What? You think I'm going to kill her? Obviously not. I just needed some information and that is it. Send this to my phone, please" He turned to walk away and heard Folio muttering a "you're welcome, by the way", he laughed to himself, but didn't respond.

Minutes later, as he was walking up the stairs to his room, his phone pinged with all the information Folio could get on you. He laid on his bed and unlocked his phone, reading everything.

You graduated nursing school as one of the top students in your class. It seems like you never practised as a nurse though, because you started working at Medusa almost as soon as you graduated. He wondered why. You seemed like a bright person and extremely smart, so why not pursue the career you chose?

The next information gave him his answer. Your student debt was still not paid and it seems like it amounts to almost 150 thousand dollars. He suddently felt a pit in his stomach. Thinking about you having to do what you do to pay off student loans.

After sighing out loud and rubbing his eyes, he decided it was enough digging done for the day, and finally locked his phone, turned around and tried to sleep.

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What would happen if it was Blake that ruled the Sanctuary instead of Negan with her bat ‘Lucas’? And what would happen when a sweet and caring guy named Negan shows up with his abusive fiance Rachel…

Based on Chapter 2 of my Peaches fic.

It been three hours since, with not even a word from either of the men holding him, Negan was shoved roughly forwards, back into the dank and gloomy cell, the door clanging shut behind him.

And since then he had sat here, cold, alone and thirsty…wondering if he would ever get out.

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