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The Hands of Temptation
Oli Sykes x Reader x Noah Sebastian • smut 🔥 • 3.7k words
Hi!! This is my first time writing both Oli and Noah because I've been bloody obsessed with them since they started this tour together and I'm already working on a longer story with several chapters because I'm nowhere near done with these two!! I hope you enjoy this, comments and reblogs and asks would be lovely and soooo appreciated 💗
•••
Taking time off from work to follow a tour wasn’t exactly anything new to you. Live music had been your saving grace for years and you’d basically started travelling to see shows as soon as you’d turned old enough to rent hotel rooms. It was a lifestyle you were well adjusted to. This tour, however, still held a sense of excitement and novelty that wasn’t even remotely comparable to those you’d done in the past - mainly because this time, you were following your boyfriend’s tour.
Your train had gotten into Cardiff terribly late, leaving you to hop into a cab immediately and all but dump your suitcase in Oli’s dressing room before roaming the venue to find him. You waved to several people you’d gotten to know over the past months you’d been dating Oli until someone pointed you into a direction that seemed promising and then finally, finally the arms you’d been missing so much were wrapped around your body.
In fact, you had barely registered that you had found the right place when you were pressed agains a solid chest, strong hands keeping you in his embrace, a familiar scent infiltrating your nose. You relaxed into him immediately, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you let all tension go, holding onto the man you loved.
“Missed you so much,” he mumbled into you hair, pressing a soft short kiss to it before letting you go. You finally took all of him in.
He was prepared for the show already, dressed in his stage outfit, in all red, a cropped jacket and nothing underneath. You let your hands run over the skin on his belly, moving upwards to rest them on his chest. He smirked down at you, only reluctantly taking hold of your wrists and removing himself from your touch.
“Love, if you don’t keep your hands off me, I’ll never get on stage.”
You made a second attempt, allowing him to let go of you just for you to immediately reach for him again, but he was quicker. With a surprisingly smooth move, he had you pinned against the wall behind you, hands over your head, lingering close but not touching in any other way than to keep you still.
“Don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying this,” you teased back.
“That’s why I need to keep you at arm’s length. Because in a minute, I’ll be enjoying this too much.”
Oli pressed his lips to yours, soft and strong at the same time, and you wanted nothing more than to deepen the kiss, but as quickly as he was on you, he was gone again.
“Now be a good girl and behave. Until after the show.”
The door flying open was as unexpected as it was shocking, making you jump slightly under Oli’s grip. Both of you turned your heads toward the intruder, which turned out to be none other than Noah Sebastian, looking like a deer in the headlights. Oli didn’t even pretend to let go of you a little.
“Wrong fucking room, Noah,” Oli shouted, but not without a grin on his face. It seemed to pull Noah out of his stupor. He shook his head, clearly amused at the situation, giving you one more look before shutting the door again.
But oh, you’d seen something in his eyes.
•••
It was over halfway through Bring Me The Horizon’s set, which you were watching with awe and love from the side of the stage, hidden away from the view of everyone apart from the band itself, when Noah made his next appearance. You knew from Oli that he was going to go on stage with him for Antivist, but he was a little early and you couldn’t help but wonder if you played a part in that.
“Noah, but I think you already know that,” he said as he offered you his hand. Your eyes travelled over the tattoo there, how it made his large hand look almost delicately beautiful, before taking it. You almost jerked away when his skin touched yours, an electric current making its way through your body and ending right between your legs.
When you looked up at his face again, you knew you weren’t the only one who felt it. He quickly pulled back, as if your touch was fire to his skin. For a moment, you genuinely questioned why. Then you remembered he had seen you with Oli. He had no reason to know it was fair game still.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you were staring at each other when a stage hand appeared out of nowhere to let him know he was going to be on in a minute. All you could do was quickly tell him your name in return before he took his place, put on his mask, and seconds later, walked out onto the stage to roaring applause.
The two of them were a force to behold together. You couldn’t take your eyes off them. Their voices, their performance, their energy. You wondered how all of it would translate to an entirely different domain.
•••
For some reason, you were still backstage. The show had ended a little while ago and usually, Oli would be impatient to leave, get you to a hotel room and do everything he’d been promising to do for you for weeks, but instead, you both lingered. You were in his lap, leaning against his chest, his hands possessively tracing over your legs, and when you saw Noah take a seat opposite you, you wondered if this had been Oli’s plan all along.
Noah had buried his head in his phone, but you could easily see him glancing over the edge of the screen again and again. You noticed a movement from your boyfriend, a cough, and suddenly the backstage room was empty bar the three of you. Oli pulled you a little closer. You could feel his heartbeat against your back and you wondered if it was the same for him.
“Trust me?” he asked, as if it was any question at all. If there was one thing our whole relationship centered around it was the idea of full, unquestionable, all-enveloping trust. It had always been detrimental for you, but being in an open realtionship now, there was simply no way for it to work without it. So yes, you trusted him, fully, with your whole being. Whatever he was planning, whatever he wanted to do to you, with you, for you, he knew your limits as well as your kinks and fantasies. So you melted into his arms, ready and willing for him to take the reigns.
“Good show, Noah,” Oli turned to him. Any secret spying over the edge of his phone screen was immediately abandoned to openly stare back at your boyfriend… and you. It removed all other thoughts from your brain, your ears suddenly unable to take in the small talk they were pretending to have, as you felt yourself coming alive under Noah’s eyes.
Under Noah’s eyes and Oli’s hands. His fingers were toying with your fishnet tights, pulling at the strings and letting it snap back against your skin, the warmth of his hands seeping through, becoming bolder, moving all over. There was no break in the conversation, no sign that he was affected at all, as he put his hands on the insides of your thighs, spreading them apart, but you could feel him against you, growing harder already. Noah gulped audibly which would have gotten a chuckle out of you if Oli hadn’t chosen that moment to toy with the soft fabric of your hotpants.
Noah was apparently losing the gift of speech quickly, as his sentences made less and less sense, ridden with fillers and pauses, eyes flicking up and down your body. You were happy to indulge him. Spreading your legs a little further still, Oli chuckled into your ear, obviously amused at you being so eager, and let his fingers slip under the crotch of your shorts. It was a tight squeeze that had you gasping at the sudden intensity of his touch, even through your panties, but it had the desired effect on Noah, who stood up rather abruptly, then sat back down as the realisation dawned that his pants left nothing to the imagination anymore, a pillow thrown into his lap. You couldn’t help but sigh at the idea of getting a little closer to the very thing tenting his fabric now.
“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” Oli said, voice still fully under control as his fingers moved slightly against your heat. “Seen the way you look at my girlfriend. Were you gonna do anything about that or just go back to your room and jack off?”
Noah was back on his feet now, wincing slightly as he held the pillow closer, as if it made any difference at all, a defensive stance as he took a step back. “Listen, Oli, I’m sorry, I know she’s your girl, I wasn’t-”
Oli’s laugh stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Sit the fuck down, Noah.” In his apparent confusion, he did as told. “I love this one more than anything,” Oli said, pressing a quick kiss to your hair that added a flutter to your stomach that, for once, had nothing to do with his hand between your legs. “But you know how it is. We don’t always see each other a lot. Tour, recording, her work. So we’ve got an agreement. When we’re apart, we’re free to fuck other people. Well… we’re not apart right now, but we might try something new. Isn’t that right, love?” You could only nod, more than ready to go with whatever he was planning. “Don’t you wanna take Noah here back to our room? While I watch? Bet he can fuck you real good.”
Noah’s pillow was all but forgotten. You didn’t know him very well, but he didn’t seem like the type to be lost for words very often, but now, not a single sound managed to leave his mouth as he stared at you, Oli’s hand between your thighs, Oli’s face, back to yours, as if waiting for someone to jump up and call it all a prank.
When it didn’t come, his reaction was clear.
“I’ll call a taxi.”
•••
Hooking up with a stranger wasn’t new. Hooking up with Noah Sebastian while your boyfriend was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the hotel room watching your every move proved to be very different. His eyes seemed to be burning holes into you and if you had been any less sure that he was more than into this, it would have made you self-conscious.
But Noah was looking down at you with hunger and desire and it made your skin prickle in a way that had you anticipating his every move.
“No kissing on the mouth,” you explained. It was the one rule that you and Oli had given each other and you’d never disregarded it. As far as you knew, neither had he. “Apart from that…” You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him slightly down to you, letting your breath hit his ear as you spoke. “...do with me whatever you like.”
He didn’t wait for any further invitation. His lips were on your neck, a soft kiss turning into a bite within seconds, his arms wrapping around you, hands coming to rest on your ass. You sighed into him as your fingers tangled into his hair, but he didn’t indulge you for long. Walking you backwards, step by step, you felt him lift his head away from you, only for him to push you onto the bed with such force that the mattress bounced under your body once, twice, before settling down.
Without letting you out of his sight, Noah started undressing. Your eyes were trained on him as he took off his shirt, revealing a body that had you even more impatient for what was to come, followed by his trousers, revealing a growing hard-on. You instinctively sat up, reaching out for him, but he gave you a simple look that had you listen to every word he didn’t even need to say.
When it came to undressing you, he abandoned all thoughts of being gentle. Your shirt was all but ripped from your body before he went to work on your shorts, pulling them down along with your fishnets. A gasp left your mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, right where Oli’s had been just a little while ago.
Oli.
Your eyes wavered away from Noah as you turned your head toward your boyfriend. Oli had slid down the seat a little, eyes considerably darker than the last time you’d looked at them, mouth slightly open, palming himself over his trousers. He was a fucking vision.
“Eyes on me,” Noah barked, immediately making you turn back as he roughly pushed the cups of your bra down, not even bothering to remove the piece of clothing completely as his mouth descended on your breasts. You arched against him enthusiastically, hands back in his hair, as he flicked his tongue against your nipple, fingers massaging the other, then bit down on it with such sudden ferocity that you gasped and moaned all at once. Switching to your other tit, his movements remained unpredictable, keeping you on the edge as he varied between soft touches and harsh treatments.
“You love it, don’t you,” he mumbled against your neck as he peppered it with love bites that would surely bruise by tomorrow. “Having him watch us. Knowing I’m gonna fuck you until you scream. Knowing I get to touch all of you. That I’m gonna be the one to make you come undone. And all he can do it watch and wish it was him.”
All you could do was babble in nonsensical agreement, grasping at whatever flesh you could find, unable to focus on anything in particular, with his mouth on your neck, one of his hands still on your breast as the other started tugging at the waistband of your soaked panties, his dick hard against your leg. Your thighs wrapped around him on their own accord, you were barely aware of it, until he chuckled in your ear, calling you desperate. You knew you were. You didn’t mind. You knew Oli loved you like this, too.
“Can I eat you out?” The change in tone from Noah almost gave you whiplash. It amazed you how quickly he could switch from dominant, almost mean, to careful, attentive to you comfort. You nodded enthusiastically. Your panties were being dragged down your legs. “Spread those thighs for me, show us how wet you are.”
It was only when Noah slid down your body that you realised that Oli had not only gotten up from his seat, but had gotten rid of a majority of his clothes too, only his boxershorts remaining, one hand vanished underneath the fabric as he stroked himself, positioning his body closer to the bed to get a front-view seat of what was happening. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but having another man go down on you, touch you, kiss and bite the insides of your thighs as your boyfriend watched, so obviously turned on by the sight of it all, had you feeling close to climax long before Noah actually slipped his tongue into you.
It was unexpected. You had anticipated it on your clit, perhaps sloppily licking against you, but instead it was inside of you and fuck, he knew what he was doing.
You could have spent eternity with his head between your legs, but as good as his tongue and his fingers were against and inside and all over you, you desperately needed more. Clawing at the back of his head, you pulled him up, groaning at the sight of his chin, his mouth covered in your wetness. It almost made you want him to continue.
“Please, Noah,” you whined instead, “more, I need you.”
You didn’t know where Oli had kept the condom, but it was being handed to Noah the second he moved, as your boyfriend climbed onto the bed next to you. Leaning down to you, he put a hand on your throat, lightly enough not to choke, but with enough pressure to let you know he was there. It distracted you enough that it came as a surprise when you felt Noah’s dick push against you. Your legs fell apart once more and as soon as he started entering you, you were reduced to nothing more but a moaning mess.
“Fuck her hard.”
Noah didn’t hesitate. As soon as he filled you up, he set up a hard, punishing rhythm that had you moving up and down the bed with every thrust. He was so big inside of you that you were sure he would be able to split you in two if he tried and you loved it. His groans were spurring you on further, lost in the way he was trying to hold on as he fucked you, your boyfriend’s hand still on you, then another hand on your clit, you weren’t sure whose, it didn’t matter. You felt yourself getting closer, closer, but it wasn’t quite getting you there, so close to the edge but something was missing, your nails clawing at whatever you could find.
“Kiss her,” Oli decided.
Noah almost faltered in his rhythm, almost.
You looked up at Oli, questions filling your brain as your brows furrowed, wanting to ask if he was sure about this, if he really wanted to cross that line, making sure that he wasn’t just saying it in the heat of the moment, but he nodded and you believed what you saw in his eyes. It was all you needed to grab onto the back of Noah’s neck and pull him to you, his lips meeting yours in frenzied movements as he never ceased fucking you roughly.
It worked immediately. With his mouth on yours and his tongue still carrying your taste, he gave you a searing kiss that had you falling apart. Just like he had told you earlier, you almost screamed as you came onto his dick and he relentlessly fucked you through it until you were whimpering, begging for a break, your whole body shaking.
“Fuck, love, I’m gonna need to shag you,” Oli groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Noah pulled out of you, almost leaving you crying at the sudden emptiness, and your mind was still a whirlwind as two sets of hands started manipulating your body, pushing and pulling at you, with care but firmly, until you were in the desired position.
“Gonna suck me off while he fucks you?” Noah asked. He was sitting in front of you now, stroking his large dick, begging you to do for him what he had just done for you, as Oli pushed you on all fours, ass up toward him. You couldn’t even answer Noah before your boyfriend entered you. There was no time for you to come down or for your body to recover as Oli started fucking you, aided by the wetness Noah had caused between your thighs. You quickly nodded at the younger man, moving his hands away to envelop his dick with your mouth.
He shouldn’t have tasted that good, he really shouldn’t have, but as he started rutting up against you, all you could do was relax your throat as much as possible and take him deep, swallowing it all, enjoying the heaviness of it on your tongue. Noah’s hand in your hair pushed you down further. Oli had no qualms about taking what he needed either. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you just the way he wanted you, thrusting into you again and again to the point where you knew you’d have trouble walking tomorrow. It immediately made the fire in your belly start up again, rising to a crescendo in record time.
“You gonna come again?” Oli grunted from behind you. “You gonna suck him off and come on my dick?”
You wanted to nod, you wanted to answer him, but all you could do was hum in agreement. The vibration was enough to set Noah off as he came, low groans accompanying him coming down your throat in spurts, and you did your best to swallow it all, licking him clean when he finally let go of your head. Oli immediately doubled his efforts, fucking you faster and harder and you didn’t think it was going to get any better until he told you to touch yourself. You obeyed.
Squeezing around him was all it took for Oli to shoot his load. Holding you tightly in place, he chanted you name as he filled you up. You came again, sobbing, your arms failing to hold you up anymore, fully collapsing on the bed. He carefully pulled out, making sure you landed safely on the mattress, harsh fingertips now soft.
You knew you needed to get cleaned up, get settled properly, but exhaustion and pure satisfaction came over you in equal waves, so you stayed, lying on your front, a serene smile on your face. Oli was next to you, on his back, turning his head just enough to grin widely at you. Taking your hand, he left a sweet kiss on your palm.
There was some shuffling behind you and when you lifted your head just enough to see, you realised that Noah was halfway out the bed already. Quickly reaching out for him, you stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Hey, don’t go.”
He looked back at you and Oli. He was entirely fucked out but now that the passion was fading, he seemed almost insecure at intruding.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna-”
“Whatever my girl says goes,” Oli commented.
Noah only took one more second before dropping back into bed with the two of you, slinging an arm around your middle and hugging close to you.
“Wouldn’t have taken you for a cuddler,” you grinned as Oli mirrored his movements from the other side, effectively caging you into the safest embrace you’d ever known.
“I’m sure there’s a lot left to find out,” he chuckled.
Oli laughed from behind you. “Good thing we got the rest of tour to have fun with that.”
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Good For You
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Oli Sykes
Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI, praise kink, spit kink, spit as lube, oral, anal (unprotected)
Word Count: 1.4k
When Noah first found out that he would be performing alongside Oli Sykes, his nerves kicked into high gear. Oli was a fucking icon. A metalcore legend. Whatever he did, he did it well. Always. People had been comparing the two of them for a while. And now, Noah was getting to perform with him. The perfectionist in him took over; he couldn’t fuck this up. He would never live it down if he failed to match Oli’s energy. He would never let himself live it down. The pressure was on.
What surprised Noah however, was how natural it all felt when the time finally came. He felt comfortable. The two of them interacted on that stage like they’d been doing it for lifetimes. Noah had left that stage feeling proud and in awe… as well as a bit flustered.
Once the show ended, Noah found himself alone with Oli as they reflected on their performances from that night. Oli was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, as he spoke to Noah, who was seated in a chair not too far from where he was standing. Noah hung onto every word Oli said, staring intently with a faint flush on his face. The familiar warmth of arousal spread through Noah’s body as he took in the power of Oli’s stance, his tattoos, his sweat-dampened hair. It was almost overwhelming. “You did good, pretty boy,” Oli said, fixing his gaze on Noah.
Noah instantly felt his cheeks begin to burn as his breath hitched and he shifted in his seat. Oli picked up on it immediately, looking Noah up and down with a smirk. “Oh,” he chuckled under his breath. He straightened his stance slightly. “C’mere, pretty boy.”
Noah’s eyes went wide and his heart rate quickened. Who was he to disobey? He pushed himself out of the chair and stood in front of Oli, unable to look him in the eyes.
Oli lifted his hand to Noah’s face, gently gripping his chin and turning his head. “Look at me,” he murmured, an amused lilt to his soft voice. “What’s got you so flustered, hm?” Noah’s mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. His heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of his chest. He exhaled, his breath trembling as he stared, speechless. Oli’s long, tattooed fingers caressed Noah’s jaw with a feather light touch. “C’mon now,” he cooed. “Why don’t you use your words like the good boy I know you are?”
Noah’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head and he couldn’t stop the quiet whimper from escaping his parted lips. “You do,” he whispered, voice shaking.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it, love?” Oli smirked. Noah shook his head, his face on fire. “I got a pretty thing like you all flustered?” Oli teased, thumb stroking Noah’s cheek. Noah whimpered in response, nodding slightly. Oli tilted his head as his other hand grabbed Noah’s hip and pulled him flush against him. “Well, we should do something about that then, yeah?”
“Yes, please,” Noah breathed, melting into Oli’s touch. “Mmm, good boy,” Oli hummed, leaning in. “So polite.” He pressed his lips to Noah’s.
Noah whined as he kissed back, hands moving to rest on Oli’s shoulders. It started out slow, lips gently gliding along each other while Oli continued to gently caress Noah’s face. When Noah felt Oli’s tongue slide against his bottom lip, he groaned, allowing Oli to slip his tongue into Noah’s mouth. The hand on Noah’s hip moved to his ass, gripping harshly through his pants to push him impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. Noah couldn’t help but grind into Oli as his tongue explored his mouth.
Oli pulled away and began to kiss down Noah’s neck. He was careful to not leave any marks, despite how much he wanted to. He moved his other hand onto Noah’s ass and began to knead the flesh as Noah continued to grind into him, desperate pants leaving his lips. “Oh, sweet boy,” Oli murmured against Noah’s skin. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes sir,” Noah whined. “Please,” his voice broke slightly. He was even completely sure what he was begging for; he was already so far gone.
“Please what, love?” Oli teased, trailing his tongue up Noah's neck to his pulse point. “Use your words.”
A whine sounded from Noah’s throat. “Need you,” his breath hitched. “Need you to take care of me.”
“Yeah?” he cooed. “I’ll take good care of you, baby. But first, how about you put that pretty mouth on my cock? Make it nice and wet?”
Before Noah could even process that his body was moving, he was dropping to his knees. His trembling hands struggled to get Oli’s pants down. Oli looked down at Noah with a smirk as he quickly unfastened his own pants and took out his cock to help. Noah was nearly drooling as he took Oli’s cock into his eager mouth. Oli groaned at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth as he watched him take more and more. He threw his head back as Noah hollowed his cheeks around his length and traced his tongue around the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Such a perfect mouth, pretty boy.” Noah moaned around his cock at the praise, causing vibrations to shoot through Oli. His hips bucked involuntarily and he heard Noah gag. Noah didn’t let it stop him, in fact, it motivated him more. Oli knew that if Noah kept this up, he’d be coming much sooner than he’d like to.
Oli eased Noah’s mouth off of his cock before he could make him cum. “Stand up,” he demanded. Noah didn’t hesitate. Oli made quick work of getting Noah’s pants off. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall, love.” Again, Noah didn’t hesitate. He made sure to arch his back and push his ass out, eager to please and be taken care of.
Oli groaned as he pulled Noah’s cheeks apart to see his fluttering, pink hole. He tapped the head of his spit soaked cock on Noah’s hole, reveling in the needy whimpers coming from him. He then began to rub the head along the puckering muscle, “Are you ready?”
“Please,” Noah whined. “Need it. Fuck. Need you.”
With that, Oli slowly began to push into Noah. He let out a long groan at the tightness around his cock, forcing himself to go slow so as to not hurt Noah, who was already trembling with his head dropped between his shoulders. Once Oli was fully inside, he stayed still for a moment, rubbing the soft skin of Noah’s ass. “You’re doing such a good job for me, sweet boy,” he breathed. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move, yeah?”
Noah’s breathing was heavy and shaky as he whimpered out an incoherent response. About a minute passed before Noah started to beg. “P-Please, Oli. Please move.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, holding Noah’s hips with a death grip. Noah let out a series of high pitched, whiny moans as Oli fucked into him like it was the last thing he would ever do. “Taking me so well,” Oli grunted, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that had Noah trembling. Noah’s moans got increasingly loud and high, his hole was clenching and fluttering uncontrollably around Oli’s cock. “You gettin’ close, love?” Oli grunted.
“Mhm,” Noah whined, nearly sobbing. “S’close.”
“Stroke that pretty cock for me, love,” Oli instructed, not letting up on his pace.
Noah took one hand off the wall and grabbed his weeping cock, shuddering as he began to jerk himself off. Not even a minute later, Noah was exploding into his hand, tears streaming down his face as he moaned. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” he sobbed, spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled onto his hand, the floor, and the wall.
Noah’s orgasm immediately triggered Oli’s. He buried himself deep into Noah as he came with a grunt. He slowly pulled out once he came down from his high and helped Noah to stand. “You did such a good job, pretty boy,” Oli cooed, stroking Noah’s hair as he leaned into him. “Let’s go clean you up, yeah?”
Noah nodded sleepily and allowed Oli to help him clean up. A small satisfied smile spread across Noah lips; the night went better than he could’ve ever hoped for.
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!NSFW ALPHABET! A-I {PART 1}
Pairing: Oli Sykes x Female! Reader
Rating: Mature (18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!)
Warnings: RPF (Real Person Fiction), Tooth Rotting Fluff In The Beginning / Pet Names, Detailed Smut, Voice / Hand Kink, Dumbification, Slight BDSM elements, etc.
***Authors Note*** -> I decided to make up two parts of the NSFW alphabet with Oli Sykes, just note that this is my first time writing about him so yeah I guess part 2 will be posted whenever, so stayed tuned xx - Shar?
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):
Oli's way of showing care for you is to check up on you, making sure you're treated like a princess after sex
He would place soft, warm kisses on your hands, looking you deeply into your eyes and cuddle with you all night, never leaving your side of the bed
''My love'' and ''honey bee'' are the names he would call you as he pulls you into a delicate embrace
His embrace ever so welcoming, making sure that you're protected at all costs
Oh, and him whispering sweet nothings in your ear is top tier because of his British accent
He is well known to be a gentleman behind and outside closed doors
You could listen to him talk to you all night until you fall fast to sleep
''Good night, my love''
B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners):
His favorite body on him is his hands
Oli is known to have a huge hand kink where he can simply dominate you with his hands
Holding you up against the wall with a handful of your ass underneath the palms of his calloused, tattooed hands while he kisses you with lust and desire makes you yearn for him more
Usually if he doesn't have you held against the wall, he would use his fingers on your mouth and let you suck them clean while you're on your knees in front of him
''Atta girl,'' he praises as he gently slides his fingers halfway in and out of your parted lips, his cock getting harder by the second watching you in absolute awe
His favorite body part of yours, however, is your pussy
Don't get him wrong, but Oli doesn't just care about your pussy, he also has the interest to pull on your hair
Pulling your head back while fucking you from behind with his hand clasped over your mouth and the other hand grasped in a fistful of your hair is like a sight of heaven to him
Eyes closed shut and the muffled moans you sputter out until drool covers the palm of his hand is so hot to Oli
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Speaking of cum, if you're on your knees, he'll make you suck his fingers clean of his cum
Making you reach your orgasm until you can no longer climax is his main priority during sex
If you're not satisfied, then he is not satisfied either
You and Oli will go a couple of rounds
Maybe three or four
Until you're completely fucked out and your legs are jittering
Completely out of breath and until your brain goes foggy
To the point you cannot think straight or coherent sentences of your own
Sometimes, he'll ask for your permission to cum on your face
Other times, he'll fill you up to the rim, making you tremble uncontrollably underneath him
Just depending on how tired the both of you are that day when he comes home from a long day of tour
D = Dirty secret, (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Oli doesn't like secrets
He will never keep secrets from you
He usually is up front and honest with you
That is what makes his relationship so strong with you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
He has great experience, and he would never disappoint in bed guaranteed
Knowing that he has been in bed with other women (before you, of course)
Oli in fact does know what he is doing, he is like a sex god
He will make you weak in the knees for days straight
F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)
To put it bluntly, Oli's favorite position is where he can grab you and lift you up against the wall
And take control over you
He loves being in control no matter the circumstances
He also loves where he can see his and your complexion in the mirror
Watching in front of a mirror while he ruins you and flips you inside out is his most favorite thing to see
''You're being so good for me, love.'' he states
''God... so fucked out already? don't give up on me yet, we're only getting started.''
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc)
Oli has his moments where he can be serious when it comes down to sex
It just depends on how good of a mood he is in that day
But if he is in a bad mood, he usually warns you on what he is going to do to you beforehand so you're in the know
''We're going to try something a little different tonight, and I need you to follow my every instruction that I give you. You understand me, love?''
''If you don't follow my instructions, you're going to be punished, yeah?''
He grabs something out of the front pocket of his leather jeans
Oli's inked fingers graze your jawline, then he puts a silky, black blindfold on you
Swiftly tying it behind your head, you hear him shifting out of his outfit
Next thing you knew, you were on all fours on the bed
''Ah, fuck Oli!''
All you could feel is the leather whip woosh against your prickly skin
''Such a pretty mess we have,'' you heard him chuckle darkly, placing a messy kiss on the nape of your neck
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc)
He is very much well groomed
Oli keeps himself pretty clean and well trimmed
There aren't times when he wouldn't take the time to match the drapes
He does know how to keep himself in good hygiene
Even after a long performance of a show, he makes sure to shower
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
This man has a heart of gold outside of the lust aspect
It's never always about fucking / having rough sex
He tries to switch it up every so often to keep the intimacy alive
Making romantic love besides it being lustful and completely filthy all of the time makes it much more intense and more into the feels
He holds you in place while both of your bodies passionately rock together
Sharing the same oxygen, your heavy breathing in sync with his as your foreheads meet each other
Often, you would hear his heartbeat every now and then
His deep gaze never leaving yours, my god he is heaven made material
Freshly picked rose petals laying in a shape of a heart on the king-sized bed waiting just for you makes your heart melt
During the special moments spent with your soulmate Oli, he reminds you of how much he loves you with a heavy heart
''Y/N, you're so damn gorgeous love, you sweep me off of my feet every time you walk in this room.''
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Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant
Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only)
Previous Chapters : 1-13 on Archive of Our Own
Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.
Summary :
“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.”
She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him?
This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.
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Chapter 14:
A square doesn't fit the circle
Chapter title is lyrics from "Avalanche"
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The morning came too soon.
I swear Liam’s obnoxious alarm went off right as deep sleep had claimed me. But I wasn’t the only disappointed one. Groans could be heard all around me, as well as someone yelling “Turn that fucking thing off,” from somewhere down the aisle.
A long series of awkward interactions followed as we all tried to get ready at the same time in the small, entirely too intimate space. Being the only woman on the tour – and now apparently the object of interest for everyone except the openly gay and taken man – I tried to slip away before either accidentally flashing anyone, or potentially seeing entirely too much of everyone else while getting dressed.
From there on everything was just as chaotic as I’d expected. Me and Liam scrambled to get caffeine and something edible into the band members before we got going again, and since we’d made good time yesterday we only had about an hour left before arriving at the arena.
It was such a short amount of time, but it might as well have been an eternity after everything that transpired yesterday. The bus was too cramped, too claustrophobic when I was stuck with a man I have feelings for – who I’d cried on last night, another man I apparently had a date with tonight, and two more men that appeared to be itching to get me alone in some capacity.
The fact that I was a sweats-wearing, freshly-woken mess, with no current access to a shower, didn’t seem to deter them either. I’d seen myself in the small mirror of the bus toilet, and I was not looking my best with this little sleep. Yet when I glanced in Oli’s direction all I could see was a beautiful, flawlessly dishevelled man, positively dripping of as much sex appeal as ever.
How does he do that?
I shook my head. It was a mystery how someone could be that effortlessly hot at any given moment, and there was no use trying to decipher it.
My glance only lasted a split second, but he must have caught me looking since his text followed immediately.
“Oli: You’re stunning like that. Be careful, you’re gonna drive everyone else mad too.”
“Alice: Please, I look like a rat died in my hair.”
“Oli: Your hair’s perfect, makes you look freshly fucked. But I was mostly referring to skipping the bra.”
Heat crept up my neck as I looked down. In the awkward morning rush, I appear to have completely forgotten to put one on, causing my nipples to be extremely obvious in the thin, flimsy fabric of my shirt. It didn’t help that my breasts continuously bounced with the movement of the bus.
I shot out of my seat to head upstairs and correct my very unfortunately timed wardrobe error, but Mat instantly spoke up, stopping me from leaving.
“Didn’t wanna bother you, but if you’re up can you get me some more of those crisps, love?”
“It’s never a bother.” I said trying to come across as nice as possible, despite it absolutely being a bother right now, knowing it’s literally my job description to do whatever these men ask of me.
I’ve never felt as watched in my life as I reached into the top cabinet to retrieve the snack he’d requested, but Liam had shoved the packets back into the cabinet too haphazardly this morning, causing a number of them to fall onto the floor as I attempted to just dislodge one of the crisp packs. Instantly both Mat and Oli rushed to my aid, collecting them off of the floor, with Lee having stood up as well, but sat back down once he noticed how swiftly the others had reached me.
This was ridiculous, and had me wonder if it would be easier if Oli filled everyone in about us already.
“Thank you guys.” I said sheepishly while they were stuffing the snacks back into the cabinet, having sandwiched me between them, trapping me entirely too close to them. The tension between the two men was tangible, and more guilt was added to the already large guilt collection in my chest.
“Anytime, love.” Oli said, with Mat having spoken over him in the same beat, “No problem at all.”
They were only struggling to get the cabinet sorted for a short moment, but time seemed to slow down as they continuously brushed up against me, making me want to squeeze between them to escape. But knowing my plan would require me to press my body against both men fully, I recoiled from the idea and stayed put.
Once they were done Oli casually sat back down in his seat, appearing unbothered by the event. But Mat lingered in front of me, holding his hand out, questioning eyes meeting mine.
My gaze darted between his eyes and open palm anxiously, confusion rushing over me.
“Can I have my crisps, love?”
“Oh, yes– yes, of course.”
As soon as the awkward moment was over I rushed upstairs to essentially cover myself up, cause while I was enjoying revealing more of my body in general recently, this was not the time. Thankfully the rest of the trip lacked all focus on me, instead the lads had spent most of the time in an unusually docile state, either napping or zoning out, most likely to rest up before arriving at the arena considering how hectic the day would be.
To my surprise, while everything was a flurry of moving parts and constant stress, I was done with my tasks quicker than usual as the agency had called in an abundance of helping hands for this concert, which made sense with the time frame of today’s preparations, leaving me ample time to enjoy the arena showers and get ready for the gig and the small gathering thereafter.
Deciding on an outfit was infinitely harder than other nights. I’d put aside an unusually daring number; it was a short, black silk dress that plunged deeply between my tits, which would force me to go braless for the second time today.
But I’d selected this dress for Oli’s eyes, before tonight had turned into a sort-of, kind-of date with Mat.
I slipped the dress on, and it was as vulgar as I remembered – especially considering how I wasn’t allowed to wear any underwear – so I decided to cover up with an oversized, weathered sweater. Instantly switching my look from bombshell, to a completely casual, everyday look. The woman looking back at me in the mirror caused sadness to wash over me. It felt like a complete betrayal against my personal progress to cover up in oversized clothes again, but I knew tonight called for drastic measures. Yet the sight of myself pulled me right back to how I felt before coming on this tour. Suddenly I felt so small, so dull.
I shook myself internally, not wanting this feeling to take a hold of me. So in order to retain some of my personality progress, I paired my look with a deep, velvety, purple lipstick, so dark it looked almost black, turning my look a tad bit more grunge than casual.
I stepped out of the dressing room just in time to catch a glimpse of the band members heading towards the stage area before disappearing around a corner. The opening bands were all done, and it was almost time for the headliner of the night.
I met up with Liam backstage. The poor man looked dreadful after all the driving and working the past couple of days.
“Alright I’m all done here Alice, I’m heading back to the bus so you’re alone for the show tonight I’m afraid. The crew have things under control and I’d love to get a solid 12 hours of sleep, I’m fucking knackered.”
“No problem at all, please get some well deserved rest.”
He pulled me in for a massive bear hug, and spoke quietly next to my ear so his voice wouldn’t travel, “Good luck with the lads tonight. I heard Mat talking about you with Lee earlier. He seems quite smitten.”
My heart sank. When he pulled away his expression was full of pity.
“Thanks. I need all the luck I can get.”
I positioned myself in a dark corner next to the stage as usual, trying to not be in anyone's way. For each of their live performances I witnessed during the tour, it was becoming harder and harder to not feel emotional from the lyrics, with some lines starting to take on new meanings the closer I got to the main lyricist of the band. Obviously so much of it carried a lot of personal weight to him, causing my heart to ache as he so passionately performed on stage. He sang about trust issues, about loneliness, about hopelessness, and love. And halfway through the song ‘Doomed’ I had to hold back my tears, relating entirely too much to the song’s depiction of being an utterly broken, unsalvageable mess.
Once the show was over I decided to pitch in helping the crew with packing up the equipment and general cleanup. I knew the bands were already hanging out in one of the larger dressing rooms backstage, but I simply wasn’t ready to face them yet. Sadly, with the amount of help that was hired, it only took about an hour to prepare everything for the stage to be disassembled in the morning, leaving nothing left for me to do but join the others as the arena was suddenly eerily empty. Knowing that it would be too obvious that I was ignoring them if I didn’t stop procrastinating, I took a deep breath and stepped into the dressing room.
It wasn’t as crowded as I’d expected it to be, only about 20 people total in the windowless room filled with cheap seating, light up mirrors, and plenty of equipment trunks. It also smelled of cigarette smoke, and metal music was blaring out of some speakers in the corner.
As soon as I shut the door behind me I locked eyes with Mat across the room, causing him to instantly wave me over.
Crap.
Opposite him, sitting backwards on a fold up chair was an absolutely stunning woman, appearing so confident and sexy that I suddenly felt even smaller.
“Alice, love. Meet Courtney, she’s in Spiritbox.”
“Hi, oh, y-yes, of course, you w-were great out there.” I could feel my stutter worsening before I even opened my mouth – something I’d struggled with my whole life, and always triggered by new social situations.
Mat gestured for me to sit down next to him as I spoke; he had in fact saved a seat for me like he’d promised.
“Thank you so much, Alice. Are you Mat’s girlfriend then?”
Mat laughed a bit awkwardly, “Maybe if I play my cards right.”
Both of them laughed, and I couldn’t help it, I felt myself starting to blush.
Courtney raked her eyes over me quickly, “So what do you do Alice?”
“I work f-for the touring team.”
I could see the judgement glaze over Courtney’s eyes as soon as I said it – as if I wasn’t important enough to continue talking to. I’ve seen that look on so many people the past month I knew exactly what it meant. It was mostly managers who wore the offending expression, but occasionally some opening band members did as well.
As the conversation continued – mostly between Courtney and Mat as I was feeling particularly shy tonight – I attempted to locate Oli in the crowd. I was about to conclude that he wasn’t here when I spotted him in the mirror on the wall across from me; I hadn’t seen him because he was sitting directly behind me, just a couple of feet away, facing the opposite direction. A sense of comfort hit me at the sight of his long, brown, fluffy hair in the mirror, completely tousled from the concert. He was still in the night's stage clothes, which consisted of a bright red matching set, with trousers that were tight in all the right places, and a loose, crop cut jacket that showed off a lot of his ink work when he moved.
I took note of the fact that he hadn’t said a single word since I sat down, made obvious by the fact that I would have heard him clear as day from this distance.
After a beat Courtney excused herself, leaving just me and Mat sitting together.
“So, Alice. Tell me a little about yourself, what’s your passion in life?”
I hated this question, as I was currently completely void of passions besides being choked by one of his best friends.
“I don’t really have a lot going on at the m-moment I’m afraid.” Usually being alone with Mat got rid of my stutter due to his calming nature, but knowing Oli was listening in had me on edge. I also felt like a complete loser, not just from my pathetic answer to his question, but who was I kidding, I really didn’t fit into this world where everyone was oozing with confidence, dedication, and fame.
He gave me a thoughtful look, “That’s alright, it’s nice to not have a lot going on all the time.”
I appreciated his attempt at making me feel less awkward, but I was starting to become nauseous from how out of place I felt in this room.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” I said in a barely audible voice, looking down at my hands in my lap.
He spoke up before I had a chance to leave, “Hey– I’m sorry if I’ve pushed you too much, and I was only joking with the whole girlfriend thing... Although I have to say, you’re pretty fantastic, Alice. But I promise you, there’s no pressure here.”
I dared to meet his eyes again, they were swimming with sympathy.
He took a breath and smiled, “What if we start with something a bit easier? I was born in Maltby – small town outside Sheffield. How about you?”
Mat was sweet and caring, and deserved someone who could reciprocate all his efforts. Even though I knew that wasn’t me, we ended up making smalltalk for a while. I learned about his family, his pets, and where he liked to travel in the world and why. We talked about favourite tv shows, and movies, and before I knew it the conversation flowed effortlessly, and while there were no sparks flying, it was like catching up with an old friend.
That’s when I noticed Oli stand up and take long strides towards the exit.
“I’m so sorry, I just remembered, I need to make a quick phone call.” Was all I could think of to say before I essentially ran after him.
But Oli was fast, and when I left the dressing room he was already disappearing into the stage entrance at the very end of the corridor.
“Oli, wait!” I yelled after him, knowing the loud music from the dressing room would drown out my shout.
But he didn’t stop.
I ran down the corridor, through the black backstage curtains, swerving around packed up equipment and props until I got to the steps leading to the stage itself.
That’s when I saw him.
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I'd just like to quickly apologise to all the fellow Spiritbox fans. I'm sure Courtney is lovely, I just needed someone to be a bit judgemental for the story.
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Noah Sebastian x female reader, Oliver Sykes x female reader.
Based on one of @starsomens' anon's prompts "yeah also definitely not thinking about noah and oli taking turns eating you out".
Someone should have stopped me on that one but no one did. So here it is. Now I'll leave for a spiritual retreat.
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You shouldn't have looked at Oli the way you did tonight, especially not in front of Noah. You knew you shouldn't have but you couldn't be more glad than you did. Noah freaked out. God, he hated how you looked at his co-star like he was the hottest person alive. He was reading every one of your emotions on your face and he abhorred it so much.
"What are you looking at?" He asked, joining you from behind against the balcony you were perched at, looking at Oli's check sound before the show.
Even if he tried to hide it his tone was severe and you couldn't help but shiver. You only hummed at him though, your gaze not leaving the man on the scene below.
Noah didn't like to be ignored, you knew it but that didn't prevent you from doing so. His large hand came to surround your waist, his body pressing itself against your back while his fingers grazed on your belly.
"I asked you, what are you looking at?" He whispered deeply in your ear and you finally turned your face to his, meeting his cold eyes.
"Nothing, I'm only checking on Oli's performance." You looked back to the scene to hide your trouble, your cheeks heating.
"Hm hm, of course." His grasp on your waist tightened while he stayed right beside you, reminding you of his presence and hold.
Maybe it was that moment that changed things between you, that changed the course of the events. Or maybe it was right after the show, when you all met and you couldn't help but blush when Oli smiled at you, responding to your compliments about his show.
At this very instant, Noah instantly left the couch to come back to your side, his hands travelling around your body once again to remind everybody who you were with. You weren't technically his but that didn't matter to him, he didn't like the fact that you could desire anyone else other than him or that anyone else could desire you.
Back on the couch, Noah sat you on his lap, pressing his torso against your back. His breath quickly came to your ear, fanning on it while you shivered but your gaze was still so focused on Oli that you couldn't even care about your trouble and how your body reacted to Noah's touch.
"Do you think he noticed how much you're wanting him?"
You abruptly turned back to the man behind you, blushing to the ear. "What are you talking about?" Noah laughed bitterly at your flustered state, not liking what it implied.
"Do you think he could make you come?"
You didn't answer him, your mind racing with images while he approached his lips to yours, brushing them together. "Would you like him to touch you? To eat you out?" He whispered so inaudibly that you doubted if he meant to really say it.
He pointed to Oli with his chin, inviting you to look at him and you did, your body turning only to notice how he was staring at your two bodies intertwined on the couch. "Look at him, wishing to be me, wishing to have you on his lap." He paused. "Do you think he is jealous?"
You scoffed at Noah and jumped off his lap, too embarrassed by how things were turning but little did you know, he enjoyed seeing you in such a state, to see how he could turn you on just with his words.
Later that night, when you thought you were finally alone and away from all danger in your hotel room Noah came by. It was 3 am and you didn't like what it insinuated. Nonetheless, he looked less aggressive than before and you let him in, not noticing the person behind.
When you finally turned back to face him, Oli's frame was resting by his side, eyeing you completely puzzled.
"What is he doing here?" You asked in disbelief as Noah approached you, his arms surrounding your waist to push you against his body. He didn't answer you immediately, his lips losing themselves in the crook of your neck while he held you.
"Isn't it what you wanted?" He breathed out, his mouth detaching itself from your skin for a second.
You flushed and tried to tug at his hair to force him to look at you. "What are you even saying?" That was a pitiful cop-out but it was better than nothing. You hated how Noah saw through you and how obediently he was ready to tame himself for you. It was too surreal.
You gave Oli a look and Noah groaned. "Don't look at him, only me." His mouth attacked your neck back as his teeth brushed against your soft skin. However, you didn't listen to Noah and looked at the other one, your eyes meeting for the longest seconds of your life.
Noah pushed you towards the bed, still pressing himself on you and Oli followed quietly, his gaze never leaving your face. Eventually, Noah's face rose to yours, trailing kisses up your jaw. "Are you deaf tonight? Eyes on me." His lips drew back to your neck, passing by your cleavage until he reached the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.
You tried to respond but he was already pushing your clothing up, exposing your belly and the beginning of your chest. Suddenly, shyness hit you, like you finally realised what was going on and how quickly things were slipping through your fingers. Oli's gaze was burning on your skin and it scared you. You felt like a prey in its predator grip, doomed to your loss.
Getting impatient, Noah sighed and pulled away. In a quick movement, he jumped on the bed and put himself under you. Without you realising it he got you sat between his legs, his arms surrounding you possessive as usual. His fingers back to your stomach he pushed your shirt up, caressing your skin. His nose rubbed against your hair, breathing next to your ear.
"You want him that fucking much?" He asked and you swallowed hard, mesmerized by Oli standing in front of the bed, a bulge growing in his pants. Noah's head shifted behind you, and Oli immediately moved as he started to crawl on the bed. Silently, he settled himself between Noah's legs, and more specifically between yours which were unconsciously spread.
"Hey." was all he said and you realised that you hadn't heard his voice until now. He was just here, like a voyeur, desiring you without being able to touch you, to have you, as if he wasn't even really here.
"Hey." You didn't know what to answer. You didn't know him that well. He was touring with Noah and you used to exchange pleasantries on the days you would see each other. You heard about him before obviously but that was all. And now he was in your bedroom past 3 am.
You wanted to believe that he understood your growing discomfort because he smiled at you tenderly, giving Noah a look for approval.
"How do you feel?" Noah asked softly, his lips still whispering in your ear.
"I'm okay." You breathed out, your head tilting back to rest on Noah's shoulder. You felt his fingers wander on your chest, quickly reaching your breast to mould it to his hand.
"Give me a colour baby." At these words, he pushed his thumb on your nipple, making your stomach flip.
Baby.
"Green."
A heavy silence settled between the three of you but it was short-lived. Noah's hand continued to play with you while his mouth slightly sucked on the skin of your neck. "What do you want him to do?" He asked and all you could think about was what Noah told you earlier.
"I want him to go down on me." You breathed out, your eyes closed as if it was only you and Noah, too far gone in your own horniness. But Oli was really here and it didn't take him two seconds to crawl closer to you, his big hands caressing your thighs until he reached the side of your underwear under your shorts.
At the feeling your eyes snapped back and you looked at him, unsure. He waited until he saw a change in your eyes, completely troubled by your presence. When you gave him a nod he lowered his face, gently kissing your inner thighs while his hands drew to the top of your shorts, tugging on it to take it off.
The piece of clothing in hand he threw it away in the room, not caring about where it was about to land. His mouth attached itself back to your thigh, sucking gently on your skin as he moved closer to your -wet- panties. You couldn't stop staring at him as you analysed every single one of his moves, the unrealistic scene going on in front of you like you were away from it. Oli's lips quickly reached your panties, kissing from your groin to the wet spot right between your legs.
Noah's hold became stronger around your torso when Oli's fingers pushed your underwear to the side, his tongue licking your slit as he groaned.
He was quick to get how your body worked and how you reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing your legs to put them on his shoulders, eating you out with more fervour than before. His nose rubbing your clit made you moan, your hands immediately coming to your mouth to cover your sounds. But Noah stopped you, taking your hands in his to put them on Oli's hair, pushing his head more on you until he got another moan out of you.
"Oh my god-"
Noah didn't interfere the way you were expecting him to. He only kept peppering your face and neck with kisses as he basked in your moans and whimpers. Unconsciously, your hips started to rock on Oli's face, your body arching urgently as you drowned in all of these sensations.
You were so confused but yet so aroused that you didn’t know where to turn. It all started with you admiring Oli's body on tour, enjoying how Noah could get so jealous and now it was the two of them holding you in your bed.
Looking down all you saw was Oli's head lost between your clenched thighs surrounding his head, his hips slowly rocking into the bed. Your stomach squeezed at the view and you clenched over nothing, your hips pushed even more on his head.
Oli kept going, his lips followed every single one of your hip movements until all you were resumed to was moans, your body squirming under their hold. Immediately, Noah's hands came back to your breasts, folding them more urgently than before.
"Shit-." You cursed, tugging on Oli's hair to separate him away from you but he didn't move, eating you out until he felt you orgasm under his touch.
Out of breath, your body relaxed on Noah's one, completely limp but his caress on your chest didn't stop, stimulating you all over again. The older one straightened himself, pushing away from your intimacy as he stared back at you, your mind wandering away.
"Colour?" Noah asked once again, his voice soft and low behind you.
"Green."
Still, he didn't even let you time to think as he moved under you, flipping you over on Oli's lap in a second. When you realised what was going on it was already too late, Noah had settled himself between your legs, taking Oli's place as he exchanged roles.
Immediately, he tore your underwear off, putting the wet fabric in his pocket. Taking his time to savour the moment, he gently kissed your pelvis. "Was he good?" He asked, his fingers caressing your wet folds and you nodded. Quickly, he pinched at your sensitive clit making you moan. "Words."
You whined a semblance of a "Yes", your body going completely numb on Oli's who did his best to support you. A little venturous he gently caressed your pelvis, meeting Noah there.
"Better than me?" Noah asked once again and you didn't want to answer but this time he bit the interior of your thigh, leaving a red mark.
"Maybe." You breathed out, defying him as you looked down to meet his eyes. You saw how upset he was on his face as descended on you, licking at you in the slowest way he could. Still overwhelmed from before, it didn't ask him a lot to have you all whimpering for him. His licks were slow, gentle, tender, contrasting with Oli's ones and overwhelming you even more as he knew how to get you nice and obedient.
One of his hands came to your waist, resting on it as he continued to suck on your clit. He kept you steady under his mouth, his grasp tightening on your skin, assuring you to leave a mark after that.
Almost instinctively your hand came to the back of his head, playing with his hair as you pushed him down on you. This time you didn't even hesitate like you did with Oli. All you wanted was to push him more and more on you, begging him to speed up his pace. But Noah was too much of a teasing bitch to do that. He kept his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when you would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.
Your legs started to close on Noah, desperately moving as your hips couldn't, looking for more friction. You tried to chase your other orgasm but he wanted you to know who was in charge, forbidding you to ride his face like you did with Oli. Maybe it was his way to assure his domination, or maybe he was just an ass.
But in the end, he got you so frustrated and desperate to come that all you did was whimper his name, just like he wanted you to do. You didn't call Oli's name before, not like you did with Noah and he noted it, satisfied with himself. It was all for his ego but he liked that. He liked to know he had control over your body more than anyone you could desire. No one could replace him and he wallowed in that idea.
Quickly Noah felt you clench under him while you kept moaning, unable to move. Your free hand was resting on Oli's arm, supporting yourself on it as you tried to deal with the pleasure and he kissed the top of your head. It was small soothing pecks but it was good to make your heart melt.
But Noah groaned once again and you looked down, admiring how focused he was between your legs. Oli's kisses weren't enough of a distraction to prevent your climax from washing over you as it took you away for the second time tonight. Noah continued to eat you through it like he didn't know when he had to stop. It's only when he heard you go completely silent that he pushed away.
He exchanged another look with Oli but you were too spent to even care about it. All you did was throw your arms for Noah to come closer, his body leaning on you as he left a small kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the other man under you.
"I won." He stated, his eyes full of challenge while he stared right behind you.
"What do you mean "you won?"" You asked but Noah didn't answer you, a grin settling on his face and you heard Oli sigh as he rolled his eyes.
Completely confused you tried to turn back to look at the other one but he kept you in place, his arms still firmly pressed on you.
You knew you were missing something but maybe it was for the best. Noah's vicious mind could be pretty scary when he wanted to and you weren't sure that you wanted to know about his sinister plans, especially not when they were including you.
"I won't let you fuck her tho." He told Oli all proud and you understood that the less that you knew the better it was, at least for tonight.
#bad omens#noah sebastian#bring me the horizon#oliver sykes#oli sykes#bmth#fanfiction#fanfic#smut#fic
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FUCKING CUTIES
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@purplehazed-h @munsonology @chrrymunson i am not OKAY lord have mercy!✨
#eddie munson rockstar au#rockstar eddie munson canon#rockstar!eddie munson smut#eddie munson#oli bmth#oliver sykes#oli skyes#may this fuel Rockstar Eddie fics🙈💗
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I desperately need to be tag teamed by them
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Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — Part Two | Words: 14k
Tags & trigger warnings: threesome, p in v (protected and unprotected), oral sex (both receiving), anal sex, use of sex toys, ice play, slight bondage, blindfolding, fluff, comfort, angst, and a lil bit of drama?
Author's note: I cannot for the sake of the universe write anything short. This has been a problem of mine since I was in school lol. I'm sorry if this feels rushed at parts, tho. I didn't want to delay any longer and it's not beta read. I might do some changes in the future. Anyway, buckle up! This is going to be a wild ride! (Also, thank you to everyone for the support on this! It means a lot <3 I'm sad 'cause we're not getting any more oliver!noah content).
INTO THE ABYSS OF BAD HABITS — PART TWO
I let out a sigh as Alana kept looking at me as if my anguish amused her. It had been nine hours since I sent the text. Oliver had replied with three giant big smile emojis, while Noah had kept it as simple as per usual with a simple “good” that made my stomach swirl.
“Could you please not talk about this to anyone?” I asked Alana, my eyes casting furtive glances around the shop to make sure nobody had caught into the topic of our conversation. It appeared that of late, I was constantly evading prying eyes, as though I was orchestrating someone’s murder.
“I won’t, of course,” she assured me, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the matter. “It’s none of my business.”
“It’s somewhat…” I hesitated.
“I understand. People are still stuck up with traditional ideas and stuff. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
“It’s not a secret,” I corrected her. “But I rather keep this private. The guys have an image to maintain and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“I don’t think you should worry about that. After all, I’m pretty sure given the way they’ve been looking at you since the tour started they couldn’t care less about their image. Besides, it’s their job to manage those things. Leave it to them to sort out their image. You do you and enjoy your trip.”
I let out another sigh followed by a smile.
“Seriously, get it” Alana insisted, gesturing towards the cute lingerie set. It was certainly the cutest thing I had found in the entire mall, and I knew Noah would love it. Despite his feral demeanor in stage and in bed, he loved all things cute and adorable. It was some kind of kink —among all the others he had—, but I wanted Oliver to like it, too. I hadn’t spent enough time with him to know which things exactly turned him on and off, and this time it wasn’t just about Noah. I wanted to please them both. “It’ll drive them crazy. More than they already are. And if they weren’t joking when they discussed every thing they’ve got planned for tonight, if I was you I would take a trip down to the spa at the hotel and relax for a while.”
As the bartender in the club filled my glass, all I could think about was Noah and Oliver on that stage, the way they had moved around each other, performed in a synchronized rageful performance to deliver an ecstasy to the public. I could only think the ecstasy that was waiting for me back in the hotel room.
I handed a ten pound bill to the bartender and thanked him after grabbing the glass.
I turned around, making my way back to the dance floor where the girls were having fun. It didn’t take me long to spot Oliver not far from where I was standing.
Under the lights and the music, he looked extremely good in faded denim jeans and a black Cannibal Corpse t-shirt. He was caught up in a conversation with Lee and another guy that I remembered as their tour photographer. He was occupied, his mind somewhere else, but I couldn’t help the heat pooling down between my legs at the idea of having him all to myself that night again; that I would taste him, that I would drown in his scent as he fucked me in any way he wanted. The best part? Whenever I would look to the other side, I would find Noah, waiting for his turn.
Now that I was adamant on my decision, I was hungry for them.
I started swaying to the music, hoping it would take away some of my anticipation. I sang, and laughed, and danced, thinking that I was doing it just for fun when deep down, I couldn’t lie to myself. Every move was meant for the two men. I was dying to catch their attention, to draw their gazes toward the dancefloor where I was standing, clad in a tiny black backless dress and same color high heels.
As if sensing my thoughts, Noah entered my line of sight. Contrary to Oliver, he was standing by the bar counter on his own, facing me, leaning on an elbow, the cap he had worn during the performance with Bring Me the Horizon still on his head, and a similar turtleneck shirt covering his torso.
A lonely wolf.
His intense stare was fixed on me. He had been eyeing me the whole time, watching me with a hawk-like intensity. There was a dark tone in his eyes that I’d never seen before. It was as if he was sizing me up, preparing to pounce and consume me whole. I immediately felt a sense of inhibition, a part of me tempted to shy away, but the pulsating rhythm of the music discouraged me from doing so.
I didn’t want to back off.
I swayed gracefully, succumbing to the subtle cadence of a Måneskin song that seeped through the speakers. As the seductive beat of the music coursed through my veins, I began to move with more fervor, swaying my hips sensually to the pulsating bass. My fingers traced invisible patterns in the air, a teasing prelude to the seduction that would follow. The song, with its raw and electrifying energy characteristic of the Italian rock band, fueled my movements.
I conveyed my desire for Noah as I moved, my body a mesmerizing silhouette. As the chorus of the song reached its peak, I used every beat to accentuate my movements. I could see his restraint, a subtle tic in the muscles of his jaw beneath the shadows cast by his cap and the flickering lights of the club.
Then, he was walking towards me, confident long steps. His magnetic presence drew the attention of some of the people around. He was fucking alluring, there was no denying, but despite of it, his eyes remained solely focused on me.
I swallowed.
The air thickened around as he circled me until he was positioned right behind me, his whole body engulfing mine.
“You’re testing my patience,” he said. The softness and delicacy of his tone rivaled his emotions and intentions.
Well, that’s what you get for making me cry, I thought. Instead, I said, “I don’t want you to have any with me tonight.”
“You better watch that mouth, or you’ll get what you want,” his breath burned against my neck.
Before I could formulate a response, Noah had already walked away, leaving me yearning for his touch and his threat, my skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, the spot between my legs damp.
One day I would just tie him to the bed and have my way with him, give him a taste of his own medicine.
My expression must have amused the other man that was eyeing me, Oliver, because immediately I heard his grave laugh behind me.
“He’s got it bad,” he sang, his hands quickly finding my hips.
“You think?” I asked back, looking up at him from over my shoulder. I took another sip of my drink.
His green eyes fell on me and I suddenly felt dizzy. The dancing and the images of what could unfold tonight had me on the brink of losing myself. His gaze was piercing. I wanted to reach up to him, grab him by the neck and pull him towards my mouth, taste the drink he’d been engulfing in. The stubble on his face and his hard facial features made it really hard to resist the urge.
His thumb found my bottom lip and he pulled at it.
“I know because he’s not the only one feeling like that.”
He didn’t say it, but it was obvious that the thoughts running through his mind in that moment weren’t very holy.
“I think it’s time we get out of here,” he decided, releasing my lip. “I don’t think I can stand seeing you move like that another minute and not taking you to the restrooms and fucking you senseless.”
“Don’t hold back on my account,” I conceded, taking a step closer to press my body against his.
“Not here,” he replied, moving some wild strands of hair out of my hair and taking the glass from my hand a moment later. “Noah is waiting outside. He’s as hungry as I am, so we better go.”
It took me a few seconds to nod. He gave the half empty glass to a passing waiter carrying a tray. Taking Oliver’s hand, I trailed behind him as we stepped outside. When the exit doors opened, the crisp night air greeted me, causing me to slightly shrug my shoulders and shiver. Oliver was quick to notice, passing me his jacket. I put it on, feeling utterly small inside the large piece of clothing.
Noah was standing by a wall to the left of the brick building, one foot propped up against it, hands tucked in his sweatpants pockets. He looked terribly good, like a bad boy taken out from romance novel.
When he looked at me, I knew there was no turning back. I tightened my hold on Oliver’s hand and followed the boys into the taxi that was waiting to take us back to the hotel.
I held my breath the entire ride back home and then in the elevator. I can’t recall feeling more anguished any time in my entire life.
The hallway was empty, immersed in the quietude of the late night. The muted lights casted a warm glow around us, and the carpet underfoot absorbed the sound of our footsteps. We stopped in front of my room. I turned around, cheeks flushed and heart threatening to come out of my chest.
“Can I have a few minutes alone? I would like to… change into something a little bit more revealing.”
“More revealing than this little black dress?” Oliver questioned, eyeing me up and down.
I nodded, my eyes traveling to Noah. He hadn’t said a word since we left the club, but he had made sure to make the taxi drive back to the hotel a hell of a journey.
I had sat between both in the backseat. As soon as the vehicle started moving, Noah’s hand found my thigh. When I looked up at him, his gaze was fixed on the passing landscape beyond the window. He fingers ventured closer to the spot between my legs. I glanced panickily at the driver. Fortunately, he was too focused on driving. I wanted to protest to Noah, but, as if he could sense my words coming, he grabbed my flesh and squeezed. Not enough to hurt me but enough to warn me. Oliver, meanwhile, made his intentions clear by moving his jacket down my shoulder with his smirk and his hushed dangerous laugh. He spent his time with one arm around me, his fingers caressing my bare shoulder. Occasionally, he would press a kiss to my hair and mumble some sweet and nasty words that had me flushed from head to toe.
I was holding my breath as if I was under water during the elevator ride up to our floor. I’m not sure if it had been their intention, but they backed up at the end of the squared box and left me to stand in front of them for a whole minute. Their gazes were so hot that they got me sweating at the idea of their eyes looking me up and down and thinking of all the nasty things they were going to do to me in less than five minutes when they had me naked in the bed.
Pretending not to care and using the only courage that I could gather, when the doors slid open, I let Oliver’s jacket slid seductively down my shoulders. I swayed my hips to the sides as I walked through the hallway with purposeful strides. Then I removed the jacket completely and handed it to Oliver without uttering a word.
The look on their faces? Oh yes, they were fighting hard to keep their primal instincts in check. Good for me, they would unleash themselves in the next few minutes.
“Of course you can, doll” Oliver said then to my request.
I looked at Noah. He nodded, encouraging me to go inside. There was still something guarded about him, about the way he kept looking at me and at the same tried to avoid my gaze when it became too much.
“I’ll be quick.”
“Take your time,” Oliver replied.
I opened the door of the room and turned back to give Oliver the card key. I stole once last look at them before slipping into the room.
Alone, I stood against the door, their lustful gazes imprinted on my mind. Oliver’s eager playfulness. Noah’s hunger.
I filled my lungs with a deep breath before hurrying to the bathroom, where I had left the bag containing the lingerie set.
I changed as quickly as I could, my hands trembling and my fingers failing me when I wanted to clasp the bra because all I could think about was that I had two men waiting outside my door; two men waiting to touch me, taste me, fuck me.
I hung the dress in one of the hooks behind the door and looked at myself in the mirror, checking my face, my hair, and my body.
I had never felt too sexy, only on special occasions. It’d been hard to find someone that appreciated these things, the little details of buying something not only for yourself but to impress them.
I took one more minute to compose myself, relax. I inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.
Ready, I climbed on the bed, kneeled on the mattress, and quickly typed a text in the group chat letting them know they could come in. I tossed the phone onto the bedside table after putting it on silent and waited with my knees pressed together and my hands resting on my bare thighs.
The room was cold, but I knew the temperature was just about to increase.
The moment they came in, the heat of their bodies filled the space.
Oliver let out a whistle.
“We’re in for a treat, man,” he slapped Noah in the chest with the back of his hand as his eyes racked me up and down. He left a bag that I hadn’t seen before on top of the desk without looking away from me.
Oliver extended his arm, inviting me to him with the offer of his hand. “C’mere. Let me see you.”
I rose from my seat and stood up in front of him, feeling a mixture of self-consciousness and a newfound allure.
“Did you wear this just for us?”
I nodded, sharing that I picked it up that morning at the mall.
Oliver responded with a smirk. “You know how to spoil us, huh?”
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Do I like it?” Oliver seized my wrist and drove my hand down to his crotch. He was already semi-hard and buzzing hot. “I think that’d be an understanding. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name,” he breathed against my neck. “You look so sexy, doesn’t she, Noah?”
Noah.
I looked at him from over my shoulder, sending a kittenish smile toward him.
“She looks like a treat waiting to be devoured,” he groaned.
My pussy clamped down.
He stood motionless, assessing me like a hawk at its pray. Then he approached me, turned me around. I removed his cap and let it fall on the floor, his short brown locks falling over his face. He grabbed my jaw without too much pressure, he lifted my head and his mouth found mine. The kiss was slow but heated, a message to convey everything he wanted and more. His mouth was a warm haven. His lips were silky, and his taste; minty. He dazzled my senses as he slid his tongue inside and dominated everything he touched. I could feel Oliver’s heat emanating from his broad body at my back. Two seconds later, one of his hands caressed my hip and slid down the curves of my ass. A slow burn. He eased me against him, my back to his chest, and his erection nudging me.
I barely had time to react with hot shock and a blistering curl of desire in my belly before Noah’s fingers tangled in my hair and he dragged my gaze back to his brown eyes.
A kiss was pressed to my neck, —Oliver—, where my pulse was increasing.
This is going to go fast, I thought. They’re not going to waste any second.
Their restraints were weakening, and I felt powerful, like a goddess. Couldn’t believe I was able to do that to not only one man, but two.
“You should decide a safe word before we start,” Noah suggested, pulling away and licking his lips.
“Am I going to need it?” I asked, a hint of cockiness in my tone.
“It’s not my intention,” Noah assured me, gently touching my chin, “but you should have one.”
“Okay. Umm…”
It was hard to focus with Oliver’s mouth still peppering kisses all over my shoulders. He looked at me from the side.
“Why are you smiling like that?” He asked.
My smile widened.
Why did I feel so confident? Why did I feel that this was meant to be; that it was right where I was supposed to be?
“Can it be ‘antivist’?” I proposed.
Oliver snorted. I was trying to break the ice. Truth was, I was very nervous and a little bit scared despite my courage and the way I was managing my behavior. I had never been with two men, much less with two men like Oliver and Noah, tall, muscled tattooed guys that knew what they wanted and could get very dominant, especially Noah with whom I had had my fair share of experiences.
“This is serious,” Noah reprimanded.
“What’s wrong with it?” I questioned.
“‘Antivist’ is fine,” Oliver concluded. Here we go again, I thought. Noah striving for a cold, macho attitude while Oliver was exactly doing the opposite with his laid-back, playful vibe.
“The moment the word leaves your lips, we stop, yeah?” Oliver clarified.
I nodded.
“Get back on the bed,” Noah instructed, patting me gently on my ass cheek to encourage me.
I obeyed him. By the desk, Oliver emptied the bag he had brought in and two boxes of condoms, lube, silky rope, a black mask, and other small packages spilled on the surface. Oh, my.
“What have you planned?” I asked sweetly, settling, my moves subtle as a cat’s slow walking.
Noah’s lips quirked into a little smile. Finally.
“Tonight’s about you, but we don’t want you to spoil the surprise. You’re going to have to trust me. And Oli.”
“Alright,” I shifted on my seat, impatient, excited, my hair falling over my back and chest. Oliver moved it over my shoulders when he came to stand at my side, his fingers felt like fire on my skin.
“Why don’t you lay down for us, doll?”
I laid down on my back, tempted to bend my legs and keep my knees together. I knew that would only piss Noah so I lay still, legs flat, hair haloing around my head.
“Good girl,” Noah praised.
Oliver’s fingers traced a path in my thigh, making me get goosebumps. “So beautiful.”
It was intimidating to see them from my position. Their presence was both thrilling and overwhelming. As they loomed above me, I became acutely aware of the vulnerability of my position. Yet, there was also a sense of liberation flowing through me as I acknowledged that, for one night, I could let go of everything and enjoy every second of the pleasure that awaited me. The bed beneath me felt both a sanctuary and an arena.
Noah excused himself for a few seconds only to come back holding something in his hand that I couldn’t see. He stood on one side of the bed, leaning in.
He bent down so that his face was leveled with mine as Oliver’s fingers continued their tantalizing dance on the sensitive skin of my legs, creating a symphony of sensations.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Noah, my voice hushed. I was aware that perhaps this wasn’t the most opportune moment for such a question. Yet, there was no other time, and Oliver was already in on this ride. I just wanted to make sure Noah was truly okay with this and that he wasn’t doing it just to please me at the expense of his suffering. I wanted him to enjoy this, too.
“Yes.”
I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism obvious.
“You’re going to have to convince me,” I told him.
“Oh, trust me. I will,” his tone shifted, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “Lift your head,” he instructed. “I’m going to blindfold you.”
He showed me the mask, letting it dangle from one of his fingers just above me. My eyes must have told him that the idea was not very welcome because immediately he said in a whisper: “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You said you trust me, right? That hasn’t changed?”
“No,” I affirmed, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“I promise you’re going to enjoy this.” With that, the black mask covered my eyes. “I will, too. We’re going to have a fucking great time, kitten.”
Noah’s minty breath lingered over my lips. His tone had changed. I was familiar with that minx mixture of gentleness and danger.
“You look fucking delicious in this,” his hand found the skin on my tummy and pressed lightly as he wandered down, his fingers adding fuel to the fire burning inside of me. The sensation of his digits moving slowly over my body at the same time as Oliver’s roamed my thighs made my breath hitch. “But we’re going to take it off you in less than five minutes.”
“Hell yeah,” Oliver agreed.
That was their last promise before Noah’s fingers reached the hem of my panties and stopped there, leaving me yearning for more. I could feel him analyzing me, my expression, the way my body reacted.
He was back. The Noah I knew: my friend and my lover. He didn’t know how much our argument had affected me, but if he continued in this behavior tonight, if he played his cards right, I’d let the past behind.
Suddenly he gave a gentle slap to my pussy, and I couldn’t contain a moan.
Oliver’s laugh echoed in the room. Before I could drink in the sound, one of his hands slid from my legs to my rib cage and then straight up until he enveloped one of my breasts in his hand. He fondled it for a few seconds as I awaited Noah’s next move.
“This feels nice,” Oliver’s voice said, “but I know exactly how nicer it feels when these pretty tits are uncovered.”
A male hand slid under my back. I arched to give them access, and keeping up with the promise, in less than five seconds my bra was unclasped with a single pinch of Noah’s fingers. The straps were slowly peeled off from my shoulders, and I couldn’t tell if it had been Noah or Oliver. Maybe both. The heat of their bodies was right on top of me. The scent of their masculine perfumes surrounding me, intoxicating me.
One of them grabbed the garment from the little space between the two cups and gently pulled. I moved my arms to help the bra come off my chest. A moment later I was topples, my nipples already erect but hardening even more at the cold air.
I knew this was going to be fast, but I wasn’t prepared for Oliver’s quick pinch with his thumb and forefingers, and I screamed, desire jolting me and spreading down to the spot between my legs. He rubbed it between his fingers as I started shifting on the bed, my lips parted, drying.
“She loves having her nipples played with,” Noah told him. “She’s super sensitive there.” His fingers found my left nipple and he grazed it, a ghostly touch. “I made her come once by merely lapping at them.”
I flushed at the memory and the fact that he shared that with Oliver. I thanked the mask I was wearing, otherwise I would have covered my eyes with a hand.
Noah, always so perceptive, must have sensed my embarrassment. Maybe my whole body was flushing.
“There’s no room for shyness tonight, kitten.”
I let out a sigh, giving up. Before I finished letting it out, it transformed into a breathy cry when Oliver’s mouth covered my right breast, his vampire teeth starting to scrap the nipple ever so gently.
He continued to lavish attention at the sensitive bud with a series of slow, tantalizing licks, followed by a firm suck and a gentle bite, all while Noah circled the bed. Next thing, his hands were on the back of my knees, pulling me towards the edge of the bed.
“These gotta come off,” he declared as his fingers played with the elastic of my panties. “They’re really cute, and I hope I get to see you wearing this again soon, but now… I don’t want anything between my mouth and your pussy.”
His bold statement made me breath his name out. Oliver’s relentless torment showed no signs of slowing down, either. The intensity of the experience felt like a thrilling ride, and we were just strapping ourselves in.
Noah’s hands ventured to my belly. His fingers traced a fiery path along my ribcage before descending again. In a swift motion, he pulled my panties down and through my feet, discarding them on the floor.
One of his fingers ran along my folds, taking in the slickness that already covered me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more and I wanted it now.
“Do you want Noah’s mouth on your pussy, doll?” Oliver said to my ear. The moment he pulled away from my breast I missed the touch of his tongue, but he made sure I wasn’t left unattended as he used his fingers to keep my nipple stimulated.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes,” I said again. At this point I wasn’t sure if I had managed to utter the word or just heard it in my own head.
But Noah continued sliding his fingers up and down, avoiding my entrance. He circled my clit a couple of times, denying me of the pleasure I really wanted, until the bent down so that his lips could kiss the skin right under my navel, travel down, blow right over my clit, and then kiss it.
“Yes!”
My hips arched to him, following his touch as he retreated.
“Noah,” I cried out.
Oliver pinched my nipple, and Noah’s warning filled the room.
“Be good. You’ll get what you need. Just let me give it to you my way.”
“Take a deep breath,” Oliver’s voice was back in my ear. “He’s going to eat you out so good you’re going to forget your name, trust me.”
I hummed, suffering at the lack of Noah’s touch. Oliver kissed my cheek, my neck, then bent to trace his skilled tongue around my clamped nipples again.
“You want that, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good. Go on,” the last two words weren’t directed at me but at Noah.
His thumb found my clit. He fondled it for a few seconds. Then he slipped a finger into me. He brushed the skin inside with want, desire, and pure need. When he pulled it out and dove it back inside, I mewled, but the sound was covered by Oliver’s demanding kiss, his fingers toying now with my other nipple. Attention was brought back to my clit with Noah’s thumb.
“You’re burning, baby,” he said.
“It feels so good…” I muttered when Oliver allowed me a moment to breath.
“You want more? You want Noah to eat your pretty pussy while you suck my cock? How does that sound?”
God, yes!
“I don’t know what you’re telling her but she just got super wet,” Noah said. “Is Oliver telling nasty things to you, kitten?
Oliver’s mouth was devouring me. I wanted to answer to Noah. Instead, I fisted Oliver’s hair in my hand and pressed his mouth deeper onto mine, his tongue and mine playing a tango inside of my mouth.
Noah took that as an answer. A moment later, he began to slide his finger in and out meanwhile rubbing my clit.
It was too fucking good, and yet, my heat kept building up, reaching new highs when Noah’s breath hovered over my pussy for a second before his mouth covered my clit and I gasped. Oliver smiled against my lips.
“How close are you, angel?” Oliver murmured. “Do you want to come on Noah’s mouth?!
I hummed frantically, and the room seemed to mirror me, an electric energy filling every corner as Noah and Oliver’s coordinated efforts continued. surrendered to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped me.
“Angel,” it was Oliver again. He nibbled at my earlobe. “I know this is not the best position for this, but I want you to suck me off while Noah eats you out. Think you can do that?”
I nodded. I wanted to taste him, too, despite being so close to my own climax as Noah’s mouth sucked and lapped at my clit and his fingers kept on playing, deliberately avoiding the spot inside of me that he knew so well.
Oliver removed his clothes, and this time I cursed the mask that kept me from admiring his inked body and his taut muscles, but specially, specially his beautiful cock.
“I’m going to move you closer.”
He maneuvered my body until it was drawn to the side edge of the bed. His knees were touching the mattress, and the scent of his dick filled my nostrils as he approached it to my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
He was big and thick. As soon as he made his way in, his weight was present on my tongue. He was right though, this wasn’t the best position, but I did my best to pleasure him and restrain myself from coming as Noah continued pleasuring me. Oliver let out a curse when my lips wrapped around him. With a hand, I grabbed his length, and I started moving my head in a rhythmic motion, trying to keep my moans from ruining my good job.
“Man, fuck, she feels amazing,” he said to Noah.
“I know,” Noah growled against my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. “She tastes the same.”
To that, my walls tightened at the second finger he slid in. A second after, he prodded that sensitive spot inside of me and plied it softly but without mercy.
“I could watch you like this all day,” Oliver murmured.
His words made me clench with helpless arousal. Then Noah stimulated my clit with a long, lagging drag of his tongue. I cried out and clutched the sheets.
“The way you scream only makes me want to taste you more, kitten.”
Was that supposed to be a warning?
“Too bad that’s not the plan.”
He withdrew, standing up. Oliver got ahold of his cock and pulled it away, one hand removing the mask from my eyes. Before my eyes fell to his hard and reddened cock, I looked at both. Noah was still fully dressed and had a dangerous smile playing on his lips, which were wet. The way he licked them while keeping his gaze locked on mine told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“You did good,” Oliver said, claiming my attention again, touching my hair. He leaned in, holding himself on one hand next to my head as he kissed me. “If you’re ok to keep going, let’s see how good you ride me.”
Without giving me too much window for thought, he moved over me to lay down on the empty space on the bed next to me. As if frozen, I just followed him with my eyes as he accommodated a pillow behind his head and pumped his cock with a hand.
“Come over, angel.”
I looked at Noah. He gestured to go forward as he threw a condom packaging to Oliver.
With Noah’s approval and Oliver’s hand working the condom down his length, I got on top of him, only to hear a stern and sudden “no” coming from behind.
My brows furrowed at Noah’s word. Behind me, he ordered to turn around.
“I want you facing me while you ride him. Let him enjoy the view of that luscious ass while you give him the ride of his life.”
“Okay,” I muttered shyly.
I had never done this: riding a man’s cock while looking at another one. The idea made me dizzy.
“You okay to go on?” Noah asked, checking my face with a little line of worry on his forehead.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Rub yourself against my cock, pretty girl,” Oliver commanded, his hands finding a place on my hips to help me guide my body against his.
He felt harder than he had been in my mouth. I looked down for two seconds just to see my folds glide against his length. The image was so erotic that I could feel a new amount of slick coming out of me. How wet can a girl get?
“That’s it. If you’re planning on killing me, you’re on the right track, doll. Now, lift your hips. I can’t wait to feel how tight you are again.”
I lifted myself, holding my weight on my knees. His tip pressed against my entrance. I was wet enough to make the journey in easy as hell. Oliver moaned as my body covered his length, inch by inch. I focused on the sound, holding my own moans as Noah held my chin high, his brown eyes demanding my gaze to remain on him.
Is this what you wanted? His eyes seemed to ask. ‘Cause we’ve got more to give you.
“Take my shirt off. Touch me. Ride him.”
Noah wasn’t one to ask the easy tasks, was he? I wasn’t one to give up without trying.
I lifted my hands to the hem of his shirt, only to be welcomed by a thrust from Oliver that made me whimper. How the hell was I supposed to focus on undressing Noah when I had Oliver moving inside of me? Guess I was bound to find out.
My hands trembled as I started to lift the cotton up, shoving the clothing up Noah’s abdomen, across his inked skin. He was as beautiful as Oliver, all those designs etched on their skins forever, as if they were works of art on their own right. I sensed Noah repressing a shiver when the shirt bunched under his arms and I yanked up, which made me rise my hips given that Noah’s height was above the average.
Oliver had been waiting for that moment to thrust in again, his cock filling every inch of me. I had missed how good he felt since the moment we had sex days ago.
“Oliver!” My head fell on Noah’s chest.
His hands found my wrists and he told me to keep going.
“Slowly. It doesn’t matter how hard he fucks you. You can hold it, I know.” There was a small reassurance in his voice as I bit my lip, my hips working on their own accord with Oliver’s body.
It was a struggle to remove his shirt off, but the moment I did I felt relieved at the touch of his bare shoulders under my fingers. One look down, and I was blessed with the sight of his bulge. If he didn’t remove his pants off soon, too, he would have a permanent mark there.
“Should I…?”
“Not yet,” Noah replied. “Hold on to me if you need to. Now move.”
“Just like you did on that dancefloor,” Oliver’s voice interceded.
I pulled Noah closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started swaying my hips in and up and down, a circling dance. Oliver’s sounds were music to my ears. No need for another Måneskin song or some beat in the background. His pleasure moans were all I needed, every word he uttered telling how good I felt, how good I moved around him.
I nearly bit Noah’s shoulder when he touched my clit.
I lost track of time. It was too good to be true; being fucked and touched by the two of them, praised and adored. The realization that I was walking a blade’s edge and that I was going to get hurt soon crossed my thoughts only to be buried under the pleasure I was feeling. I was going to explode.
“I think our girl here is ready to come, Oli.”
“Yes, please!”
“Come on, babydoll. It’s all yours,” Oliver encouraged.
Ecstasy ripped the sound from my throat as light, color, sensation, and heat all rushed inside of me, detonating through every nerve in my body. I jolted with an unmeasurable force, crying out so loud, perspiration making my body damp. My muscles turned as liquid as water.
“I got her,” I heard Noah say. Bless him, ‘cause I was sure I couldn’t manage on my shaking legs.
He picked up my body; one hand beneath my butt, another one at my back. I held onto him with little strength, my hands around his neck, my body limp.
While Oliver stood up, his breathing heavy, and walked to the small bin under the desk to deposit the used condom, Noah dropped down in the single armchair in the room, keeping me settled on his lap.
“You okay, doll?” Oliver asked from the other side. He ran a hand through his tousled hair. It had grown so much since I last saw him.
“Yeah. That was incredible.”
“Better than last time, huh?”“Sure you’re okay?” Noah asked then, moving my hair away from my face. I nodded. I shifted a bit to make sure I wasn’t hurting his erection. Just looking at it made me hungry again. I was still coming down from my high, but it was clear that the night had just started, and they were not done yet.
I wasn’t, either.
Noah was just pulling away from a soft kiss he had laid on my lips when I said: “Noah, I want you.”
“You’ll have me,” he promised, kissing my lips again. “Just have a little patience.”
“You said you wouldn’t have any with me tonight.”
“And I’m trying my best not to stick to my words,” he replied with a smile and a tender look in his eyes. “I want you to enjoy this as much as possible,” he continued, tracing two fingers through my jaw and to my chin. “Let me do it my way. I won’t disappoint you.”
I bit my lips, anxiety creeping in at the memory of our fight the night before.
He was moving me a moment later so that my back was settled against his bare chest and my legs spread open over his thighs. Oliver was approaching us with a determined stride.
I was sorting out the number of unholy scenarios that could unfold in the next five seconds when Noah said: “Oli, taste her.”
He fell to his knees in front of me, his eyes leveled with my pussy. I gasped at the image we were bringing to life. In this position, I was so desperately aware that my body was totally naked, wet, and at their mercy. I was seated on Noah’s lap, spread open, which meant that he could restrain me any time, whenever he pleased, while Oliver devoured me. My heart tripped over itself, beating triple time.
I was merciless.
Noah’s hand slid up from my chest to my neck, his fingers wrapping around my skin as he pulled my head back.
“Lean on me while he enjoys the feast, kitten.”
Oliver started with the skin on my inner thighs, moving slowly toward my throbbing pussy. I was a mess because I hadn’t been cleaned, and they were making it worse.
The hand of Noah that wasn’t wrapped around my neck moved to my breasts. He massaged them as he kissed my earlobe, the skin below, and my jaw.
“So fucking hungry, mate,” I heard Oliver mumble.
His mouth set on me, and I immediately fisted Oliver’s head to me while my other arm lifted to find Noah’s back hair, which I also grabbed between my fingers and pulled at as Oliver’s mouth worked on me.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
“Feels good, kitten?” Noah whispered in my ear. “Does he eat you out as good as I do?”
“Yes. God, Oliver, please, don’t stop.”
His tongue pressed torturously slow over my clit, the tip toying with it, nearly with more friction than I could take. This was definitely better than the first time with him, and I couldn’t get enough. He pried me open with his thumbs and stroke his tongue all the way from my hole up, up, over the hard knot that my clit was. Dizziness swept over me.
This orgasm was going to burst over me in a flash like a fireball. I couldn’t believe myself, how fast I was ready to come when I had barely put my feet back on the ground after the first orgasm.
However, not even two minutes after his feast started, Oliver retreated and Noah’s hands released the hold they had on my neck and on my breasts.
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathless, lifting my head. “Why did you stop? Noah?”
I got so caught up for a couple of minutes, trying to see the look on Noah’s face over my shoulder and ignore the aching fire in my pussy that I missed the ripping of plastic coming from the desk where Oliver had moved to and where he was standing now.
“Get off of Noah’s lap,” he instructed, his voice rough, his erection back up again. “Get on your knees and face him. Unlace him and suck him. I will tell you how.”
“O-okay.”
I followed Oliver’s word without putting up a fight, but I wanted to tell him how rageful I felt at the fact that he had done the same thing as Noah. I wanted to come in their mouths, and yet, they hadn’t let me. I knew there was another orgasm waiting for me, but couldn’t it have been in their mouths? Ugh. I yearned for them.
I situated myself between Noah’s legs, sat back on my heels, and unlaced his sweatpants and pulled them down with his help. His cock sprung free, and it was oh so beautiful. Before I could speak or even touch him with my hands, Oliver gave me a nudge on the back and Noah slid his hand into my hair, luring me down, lowering me to his waiting gorgeous cock.
“Tease him,” Oliver ordered.
Noah raised an eyebrow at him.
Taking a deep breath, I skimmed my fingers up the insides of his thighs, slowly creeping my way towards his balls. Noah moaned as I fitted a hand under his testicles, lifted and cupped them. Gently rubbing my thumb across the soft surface, I licked my lips in anticipation, and I turned my attention to the stiff length of his cock.
I ran my tongue up his length, from base to crown, finding that spot on the underside that made him gasp.
“Holy fuck, kitten.”
He shifted so that his dick could go inside of my mouth, but I moved away and sent a sly look his way.
“Soon,” I taunted.
I kissed his thighs, the tattoos there. I fluttered my eyelashes at him. Seeing him so vulnerable did things to me, even though I knew it was a dangerous game.
“You do not want to play this game, kitty,” he said as he threaded his hands in my hair, grabbing a fistful.
Oliver was watching the show over my shoulder.
“Do as I say, angel,” Oliver said. “Put your mouth on him and suck him deep until I tell you to stop.”
“Yeah, suck me.”
I did so, sucking him inside my mouth, all the way to my throat.
Noah settled in with groans and whispered encouragement, head laid back. I smiled with my lips wrapped around him when a film of perspiration broke out across his chest, and he began to fuck my mouth with measured lunges of his hips.
He was just as delicious as Oliver was. What was I going to do when the night was over?
“Keep going,” Oliver commanded, setting himself behind me. “Grab onto his thighs and lift your ass, spread your legs, doll.” Not like I had much option for he was already working them open.
I was tempted to look back, but it proved to be unnecessary when Oliver kissed his way up my back and shoulder. A sex toy appeared in my line of vision as I sucked Noah. A satisfyer.
I swallowed, and Noah groaned at the tightness of my mouth.
“Have you ever used one of this?” Oliver asked.
I pulled Noah’s cock out of my mouth with a loud ‘pop’.
“Yeah,” I admitted with a strained voice, “but I don’t think I can’t take it right now. I’m too sensitive.”
“Don’t worry. Well just try. If it doesn’t feel good, we stop. You have the word.”
I nodded. Oliver disappeared behind me again, his voice reaching me in a hushed tone next. “But Noah told me you’re like a race car: once you’re heated up, you can go on for hours. And I definitely can’t say otherwise after our night together. You gave me a run for my money.”
“Shut up,” I said holding a giggle and slapping his thigh. Noah smiled through his pleasure and his expression warmed my heart. I had been so worried about the reasons why he decided to put us into this situation but seeing him as pleased as I was eased my worries.
“You have the word,” Oliver repeated, his word a whisper. “Put him back on that sweet hot mouth of yours.”
If it doesn’t feel good, we stop, Oliver had said.
Good lord, did it feel good. So. Fucking. Good. I was a mess in less than five minutes, and I was squirming under Oliver’s touch. His free hand was playing with my left nipple as his other one increased the speed of the suction every minute.
“Don’t let her come,” Noah instructed, the cadence of his voice rough and painful. The veins on his neck were tensing up as I sucked him.
“Don’t worry, mate.”
The more aroused I felt, the more voracious I got with Noah’s cock. I moaned around his thick erection, swiping my tongue across the fat head, curling my head around the base and squeezing up. I teased the underside of his balls, traced my finger around the crown.
“Damn it.” He was sweaty and speechless. Glorious.
“Angel, wanna give him some payback? Don’t let him come.”
“Oliver, bastard. This is not what we planned.”
“Stop complaining and enjoy her mouth,” he shot back at Noah as he moved the sex toy on my clit.
“I’m not complaining.”
“Guys…” I muttered at some point, when I couldn’t take the pleasure and I had to release Noah.
Both their laughs filled my ears. Their presences chilled me to the bone and heated me up until I was about to combust. That’s what they did to me.
“Okay, doll,” Oliver called out, giving me a break and kissing the dimples in my lower back. “This is how it’s going to go. You’re not going to come until Noah does. He wants to share this orgasm with you. So, the quicker you want to come, the better you’re going to have to suck him. You ready?”
I wanted to say yes to everything, but my mouth was already full with Noah’s big, heavy length again, and Oliver had placed the satisfyer right on my clit again.
“That’s it, baby. You can take me deeper. Yes, good girl. Fuck yeah.”
One minute. I knew Noah’s cock as well as my own hand.
It took me one minute to get him to trip over the edge.
“I’m going to come. Fuuuck!”
As he spilled into my mouth, my orgasm washed over me. I pulled out, swallowing quickly. I muffled my screams on Noah’s thigh. I’m sure my nails dig hard into his skin as I held onto his thighs for dear life.
After a minute, or perhaps five, I was being lifted from the floor, my knees aching despite the carpet. Oliver carried me to the bed and settled down beside me, his hands exploring every inch of my body, delivering comforting massages while his lips left a trail of kisses here and there. His soothing voice accompanying the lingering dizziness in my head.
“I’m never letting you near me with that toy again.”
“Oh, is that a complaint?” He snorted, amused.
I couldn’t hide my smile.
“If my orgasms are just going to keep getting bigger, I might pass out in the next one. Just letting you know.”
I had never experienced more than three orgasms in an hour. The credit, of course, belonged entirely to Noah. Tonight, I had the feeling that they were determined to surpass any previous record, adding it to the fact that there were four hands, two mouths, and two cocks in the game. I was flooded with a mix of both excitement and apprehension.
“That’s not going to happen,” Noah declared.
Oliver’s lips met mine, reigniting the excitement as his hands explored my body avoiding my nipples and pussy. Noah, having recovered from his own orgasm, observed us for a moment before his arousal stirred again.
The stamina of these two was something out of this world. They were glorious on stage, but naked and sweaty, hair messed up and muscles all tense? That was something else.
As Oliver planted kisses on my belly, I noticed Noah near the desk, holding a red silk rope and playing with it in his hands.
He blindfolded me again, adding an extra layer of intensity by tying my hands above my head with the rope.
“Is it too tight?” Noah inquired.
“My pussy is,” I boldly replied, biting my lip.
“Stop tempting me and being so feisty. You know I’m going to fuck you. Your pussy won’t be that tight when we’re through with you.”
“Amen to that,” Oliver chimed in. He had left the bed to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He sat on the bed a few seconds later and lifted my head carefully, guiding my lips to the bottle. “We need you to stay hydrated. Drink some.”
I gladly did, welcoming the reliving liquid as it poured down my throat.
“Thank you.”
“Noah.”
He passed the bottle to him, and I heard Noah gulping down water until the bottle was emptied. He threw it into the bin where Oliver’s used condom lay at the bottom.
“I was thinking…” Oliver started to say, “of tying her to the bedposts. What do you think, Noah? Should we keep the blindfold on and tie her to the bedposts? Play with her, keep her on edge for hours until she’s begging us to fill her up?
“Not a bad idea,” Noah replied, the playfulness from Oliver’s tone missing in his.
“Don’t you dare,” I mumbled, my wrists rubbing against each other due to my restraint. I was tempted to close my legs.
It was too much, being laid totally naked and wet in a hotel bed while two hot tattooed and very naked men eyed me and devoured me with their gazes. Even if my sight was restricted by the black sleeping mask Noah had put on me moments ago, I could feel their hunger in my bones.
Then, I felt Noah’s breath on my mouth.
“Watch us, kitten.”
It was a threat that made me tremble with anticipation.
“Ohh,” Oliver wailed, opening my legs wider with a hand on my knee. “Someone likes the idea,” he said, aware of my slickness. It was embarrassing.
“It’s not funny,” I whispered.
“Says the girl who chose ‘antivist’ as a safe word,” Oliver reeled in.
Noah lightly grazed my lips with his teeth.
“I could say the same thing to you about that performance you put on the dancefloor knowing that it would get my dick hard as fuck and I could do nothing about it until we had you in this hotel bed,” Noah replied, his voice hoarse.
“He’s got a point,” Oliver agreed.
“Spread her open,” Noah commanded. “What’s the time?”
“We’re good,” Oliver replied, following Noah’s words and stretching my legs as open as he could, leaving me totally accessible for whatever he and Noah intended to do. “A couple more minutes.”
“A couple more minutes for what?”
“You don’t get to ask questions tonight, doll,” Oliver reminded me.
His hands were replaced by Noah’s, and the mattress dipped at his weight. He settled right between my legs, his skin brushing mine. I wanted to touch him, but I knew better than that, so I remained still.
A hand cupped my left breast, and it amazed me how easily I could identify that touch as Oliver’s. He massaged my flesh for a few seconds before his fingers moved to my hardened nipple. I arched toward him, needing his touch, but he moved away, leaving me and Noah alone in the bed.
“I need to have you, baby,” Noah whispered.He rubbed his cock against my folds and I gasped. Yes!
Instead of entering me, he grabbed my legs, lifting them up while warming his palms to the inside of my thighs.
“I love your thighs, you know that?”
I did, but I shrugged my shoulders as he settled my ankles on his shoulders.
“You only say it when you’re lost in the pleasure.”
“Hmm.”
I wish I could read his thoughts, see what he saw when he had me underneath him, if he thought I was beautiful or something more than that, if my body drove him crazy.
Maybe he didn’t need words to convey that, but I still needed them. If he couldn’t give them to me yet, at least I wanted his body.
“Noah, please.”
He settled right where I wanted him. In one slow thrust, he was in.
“The way you feel around me… Dear God.”
“Yesss…”
“You’re so wet. Is this what we did to you?”
I nodded frantically.
“Answer me. I want to hear you,” he said, the roughness of his voice betrayed by the soft kisses he peppered down my knees and thighs. He was moving so slowly that I was about to lose my mind.
“Yes. Yes, Noah. I’m so wet because of what you and Oliver did to me.”
“Christ,” was his reply through clenched teeth. “You have no idea how much you tempt me. All the time.”
Without warning, he spread my legs apart and his body covered mine entirely, his mouth coming down to meet mine to kiss me hard and deep. He stayed still for a second, then. When I wriggled my hips, his hand pressed down my hip to kiss me still. I was not expecting his next words, at least not that night, in that situation.
“I’m sorry for the way I treated you the other night.”
After processing the meaning of his words, I let out a long sigh, sinking into the mattress with his weight on top of mine.
Well, I thought, you’re definitely making up for it now.
“You don’t deserve an idiot like me,” he continued. His lips so close to mine, but he wasn’t kissing me. He was waiting.
“You’re not an idiot,” I told him softly. I wished my hands were free so that I could touch his cheek. “Well, maybe a little,” I continued with a little of sassiness.
He thrusted hard and I screamed.
“Clearly, huh.”
Clearly, I agreed. I clamped my pussy around him, knowing what it did to him. He growled and tried to go faster, harder, only to withdrew not even a minute later.
Shit.
“No, Noah. Why?”
“You’re going to make me lose it.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I questioned.
“Not exactly,” I wanted further explanation, but then he called to Oliver two seconds right before somebody knocked on the door.
I froze.
“Don’t worry,” Noah said, hovering over me. His naked body, his erection covered in my slick, so close to me again. “They can’t see us from here.”
He touched my cheek with his knuckles while I heard Oliver moving around and putting on some clothes.
He opened the door.
The minute it took him to come back had me dreading with questions and tempted to remove the blindfold. As he came back, his laugh filled the room and my ears.
“We’re going to have so much fun with you.”
“What is it?” I couldn’t help but ask when I felt Oliver setting something on the bedside table.
Noah lay a finger on my lips.
“No questions. Just feel, okay?”
A few seconds later, something cold and wet touched my chest and I cried out.
“Cold?” Oliver inquired, sliding the ice cube between my breasts.
“Fucker,” I muttered.
“Exactly. Noah, help yourself.”
No. Not the two of them, oh Go—“Ahh!”
Noah was on the other side of the bed, sat at my side, ice cube between his fingers as he traced a circle around my nipple. Oliver had slipped his to my navel, where a droplet of water filled the space of my belly button.
“Guys, please… Not this game,” I whimpered.
“What fun would we get if we listened to you?” Oliver questioned. I could tell by the direction of his voice that he was kneeled at my right side. He traced the shape of my navel as Noah drew an eight around my breasts.
“I can’t tell you how beautiful you look spread out like this for us, all vulnerable and wet.”
Noah’s words sent a shiver down my spine only to make me arch my back when his tongue traced the wet pat the ice had left on my skin.
“Such a sweet girl.” That was Oliver, his tongue having found my skin, too, now playing with my navel.
I was doomed.
I’m going to die.
“We’re not going to let that happen.”
Oh. I was so far gone I didn’t realize I had said that out loud. Had it been Oliver who said that? Or Noah?
Who cared, after all. They were both being a fucking dream. I wasn’t in the condition to think clearly, but a voice in the back of my head told me that I would never recover from this night. Not only from the physical imprint it would leave on my body with all their kissing, licking, and love biting as they played with the ice on my skin, down my belly, all over my legs, on my neck, but from the emotional damaged that I was bound to suffer.
I rejected those thoughts as I felt Noah’s tongue on my nipple, the piece of ice cube now small trapped in his mouth and touching my hard nipple whenever Noah’s tongue wasn’t flicking it.
Oliver’s large palm caressed my leg from my ankle to my hip, all the while kissing my lower belly, very close to my pussy. He sucked at the droplets of water that had filled my navel. When he was done, he picked another cube and traced the line where my pubic hair started growing, teasing me.
“Oliver… Please…”
“Because you sound so fuckin’ sweet.”
The ice touched my clit, then slid down my pussy. I couldn’t control my breathing anymore, and neither could I take hold of the cries coming out of my mouth. Noah left me nipples for a moment to check on me, asking me if I was okay.
I was, or I thought so. I didn’t know. I wanted Oliver to stop and at the same time I wanted more.
Noah removed the mask. I had tears in my eyes when his brown, comforting gaze fell on me.
“Can you take more, kitten? If you can’t, we’ll stop right there.”
Oliver lifted the ice cube from my skin, waiting for my response.
I looked down at him.
“I… I…” I closed my eyes. “I don’t think I can. It’s too much, too cold.”
“Alright,” Oliver concluded, getting up. “No more teasing. You want to come, doll?”
I turned my head on the pillow to send a pleading look his way.
“Please?”
“You’ve got it, princess.”
Dropping the nearly melted ice cube on the bucket, he bent down to kiss my lips. They were cold but he was more than welcome to never leave my side if he kept kissing me like that.
“Kitten,” Noah’s call.
“Yeah?” At that point, I couldn’t even recognize my voice. It was strained and weak.
“I want you to ride Oliver. This time facing him.”
I suddenly felt like I was back alone in a room with him, that the space that had been growing between us was there again. Why didn’t he want to share an orgasm with me? I wanted to come around his cock and wanted him to spill himself inside of me, with or without condom. I truly couldn’t care in my state of mind.
He must have seen my face because he said: “The best part is yet to come.”
Was that supposed to reassure me? Make me feel better?
“I want you to come,” I told him, regaining some self-control, if you could call it that…
“I will.”
“Inside of me. Now,” I lifted my hips towards him, who was now standing at the end of the mattress, his desire and torment obvious in the way his cock stood up, hard and red.
“No,” he shook his head, his stare steady. “That’s not how we planned it.”
“I don’t care. I want to come with you.”
“You’re not ready yet.”
He was really pushing my buttons. I didn’t want to end up fucking Oliver just for the sake of getting back at Noah. This wasn’t what I wanted the night to turn into.
“What game are you playing?” I asked him, pressing my thighs together, forbidding him from seeing me. Above my head, Oliver untied the rope and fred my hands.
“We’re just building you up for the biggest orgasm of your life, doll,” he added, sensing the building tension between Noah and me.
“So let us give it to you, and we will give you our release, too.”
I furrowed my brows at both of them, and glared at Noah before I let Oliver lay on the bed, my movements reluctant. Oliver cuddled me to his side and his green gaze softened until he convinced me. They were doing this for my pleasure above theirs. Whatever reason Noah had to being avoidant of coming undone with me yet would surface in a while.
“Let me make love to you again, sweet thing.”
Oliver helped me straddle him again. He was beautiful and looked all mine laying underneath him. I let all my worries and uncertainties fly away as I confidently put on the condom, thenn grabbed his cock in my hand and positioned it at my entry.
I sank down, feeling all of him, moaning in unison with him.
“You fill me up, Oliver,” I confided, letting myself go again.
Whatever unresolved feelings were there, occupying the room while the three of us fucked each other’s brains out, would be dealt with come morning. Not now.
“I know, sweetheart. You’re so tight on me. I wish I could keep doing this every fucking night. I wouldn’t get tired of it.”
All of a sudden, the mattress dipped behind me.
Noah.
He settled onto his knees, between Oliver’s spread legs, his thighs brushing mine.
Noah’s hand caressed the curve of my ass and, unexpectedly, two fingers delicately slipped between my ass cheeks, applying a cool liquid.
I tensed, bracing myself against Oliver’s hard abdomen.
“Noah?”
“I know,” his voice reassured, soft and calm. “I told you we would give you the best orgasm of your life. Here it comes. We’ll take it easy. I promise.”
Oh.
Oh.
This meant…
A threesome, in all the sense of the word.
“But we’ve never… I’ve never…”
“I know. I want to be the first one. Will you let me?”
I took a deep breath.
Let go, the voice in my head said.
I closed my eyes and gripped Oliver’s skin. His hands were on my hips, his thrumbs tracing soothing circles.
“Yes. Yes, Noah. Please.”
“When you say it like that… Damn it. You’re going to kill me.” He placed his hands above Oliver’s. His cock rubbed my left ass cheek and I trembled.
“We’ll go slow. I’m going to slide a finger in. It shouldn’t hurt. Just realx, okay? If you feel any pain, you let me know.”
“Okay.”
Breathe in, breathe out.
“There we go…” He whispered.
When his long digit slid in and I took in the feeling of it and oliver’s cook both inside of me, I moaned.
“Feels good?” Oliver asked, staying still as a statue. The veins on his neck threatening to burst if he had to wait much longer.
“Yes. It feels… strange but good. I like it.”
“Good,” Noah encouraged. “Be honest with us, okay? Your well-being is our priority, despite what you think.”
“I know,” I cried as he moved the finger in and out, increasing the speed every seconds.
Then, he let me know he was going to introduce a second one. With both in, he stretched me, taking his time to make sure I was okay, that I was getting familiar with the intrusion.
“Can you take it, doll?”
“Yes, Oliver. God, it’s… good. I want more. Please.”
Noah kissed my shoulder, obviously satisfied with my reaction and my honest answer. I loved pleasing him. Pleasing both. I couldn’t wait to have them inside of me at the same time, feel them stretch me out and have them come undone at the same time I did.
“Do you think you can take me, baby?”
I opened my eyes and swallowed. Clearly, Noah’s cock was not the size of two of his fingers. It was much bigger, and I wasn’t experienced in anal sex at all. However, I trusted him. I trusted Oliver. I had a safe word, and they had kept on reassuring me that this would end whenever I said so.
“I want to try,” I answered, finding comfort in Oliver’s green earthy gaze. “I want to feel you. I want you and Oliver inside of me.”
“That’s a fucking honest answer, kitten,” his comment made me doubt, then he added, “I can’t wait to make it real for you.”
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me,” he said, kissing my shoulders and my hair. He moved the wild strands to one side. The breeze making me shiver. “Hold still,” he indicated Oliver.
I felt him, then. Fingers out. Condom on. Noah’s hands parting my cheeks gently. “Take a deep breath, baby. Push down as I push in, yeah? We’re not going to let anything happen to you. This will feel good, I promise.”
“I trust you,” I breathed out, my mind filled with cotton.
“Thank you for that.”
One more kiss on my sweaty back and there it was, slick and hard against my entrance.
He pushed in a fraction, and his head entered me. There was pressure, but no pain, only the one igniting at the press of his fingers digging into my hips, which I didn’t mind. I forced myself to breathe.
“Push down, baby.”
I did. A sharp edge of pain sliced me. A couple of small thrusts that turned into bigger ones later and…
“Christ,” Noah’s voice shook my entire body. A contained groan. Below me, Oliver’s mouth was agape, as if he could feel it, too.
Noah shoved forward again, easing in another few inches, the last ones. I cried out.
“Damn it, this is fucking tight… Baby?”
I couldn’t speak. I was lost in the pleasure, holding myself in hands and knees, my palms pressing down on Oliver’s stomach. His breathing ragged. I imagined it was because it suddenly got tighter there, between my legs.
I felt Noah retreating and I wanted to whimper.
“Fuck. Oli, is she okay?”
“She’s better than okay, mate. You should see her face. This is… It just got so freaking tight.”
“Kitten, I need you to use your words and tell me you’re okay or I’m going to pull out.”
“No! No, don’t! I’m okay. I’m fine. Just— Can you go slow? I need to… get used to the both of you.”
I felt Noah untensing behind me, and slowly, very slowly, he started pushing back inside. As he sank his cock inside of me, his body leaned forward. He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. Another one in my shoulder. With one hand he moved my hair to one side again, the movement of his hand ever so gentle. Then, his breath was on my ear.
“You’re doing so good for us. You’re incredible.”
“Can you feel us both, doll?” Oliver’s voice mingled with Noah.
I was in cloud nine. There was pain, yes, but it had nothing to do with the waves of pleasure that were swallowing me. And we hadn’t even started moving yet.
“It’s so fucking tight.”
“Oliver, please. Noah. Move. I need it. I need you.”
“You have us, baby girl.”
“We’re all yours, princess.”
Then the friction started, and I never felt anything like it. I thought I was going to die. The first few minutes were excruciating, the burning sensation spreading through every inch of my body. The fact that I was sheltering the two of them constricted the space for each of them which made everything tighter around them and more intense for me. I had never felt so full.
“Man, I can feel your dick. This is insane.”
“I know,” Noah replied.
“Faster,” I implored.
They didn’t change the pace. When I opened my eyes, Oliver was looking at me, studying my face.
“I can take it,” I assured him, my hand sliding up his chest until my fingers found his jaw. I leaned down and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss. Noah was moving behind me. We were covered in sweat. I couldn’t contain my moans.
At some point Noah grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, my back colliding with his sweaty chest. In a second, I had one of his hands squeezing my breast, the other one sliding down until he found my pussy and his index finger and thumb found my clit.
I let out a cry and grabbed onto his thigh with one hand and onto his arm with the other.
“That’s it,” he growled against my hair. “Let us hear you. You’re clamping down on us and it’s so fucking good. You’re a goddess, baby. I should’ve told you before. I should’ve told you every single time I was buried deep to the hilt inside of you.”
“Noah!”
“Fuck, man. What are you saying to her? She’s tightening so much she’s gonna make me come in two seconds.”
“Don’t.” Noah told him, returning to his seriousness as he held me. “We’re going to come with her. We don’t come until she does. That was the plan.”
“I wasn’t expecting this. Angel, you’re… damn.”
Noah sent one last warning to Oliver.
A moment later, I bent down on Oliver’s body again because I couldn’t keep myself straight. He wrapped his arms around me, and Noah took the chance to grab my hips and guide me towards him as I fought to get Oliver in and out of me again.
“Oliver, God…!”
“No God, babe. Just me and Noah.”
I was going to die. Right there right then. This time for real. Yes.
“Touch yourself.”
I swear it was both of them speaking their voices giving the same command. I was mastered, and I didn’t want it any other way. I obeyed. I screamed as my orgasm swallowed me whole, only as another one came rolling in as Noah’s and Oliver’s wails filled the room as they came into the condoms.
We were so fucking loud, I’m still surprised no one called to let us know that the people next door had complained about the noise.
I had tears running down my cheek as I recovered from the brutal experience I had just gone through.
When Oliver and Noah retreated, I felt as empty as ever. I wasn’t able to move. It took them a while to be able to react themselves. Only when they had regained some control over their arm and legs they managed to move me to the mattress.
They cleaned me up and placed kisses on my shoulders and belly as the other whispered how good I had been and how amazing I had made them feel. Noah asked if I was okay twice, trying hard to make my eyes focus on him. But I was too gone for that. I was okay, really, but I was left with no energy. Three orgasms, or had it been four? I had lost count when both of them pounded into me in a synchronized dance that made me experience a new whole definition of the word ‘orgasm’.
Oliver’s arms wrapped around me, tucking me against his chest. I loved the smell of him, the way his skin clung to mine. I didn’t want to let go ever.
“We’re going to have shower sex in the morning if you’re not too sore,” he whispered after pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, “after we call room service and we feed you some pancakes and fruit. How does that sound?”
“Hmm. Too good to be true, honestly…” I muttered, falling into a slumber with a smile plastered on my lips.
Noah’s laugh warmed my entire body as he gently ran a cotton towel between my legs again.
“Let’s get you dressed, baby.”
I let them do. Between the two, they slipped a huge t-shirt on and put on some white cotton panties that Noah found in my suitcase. He ran a smoothing hand down my hair and kissed my forehead before he excused himself to the bathroom.
I fell asleep for a while, or maybe it was just a couple of minutes. I couldn’t know. I had lost track of time the moment we had entered the room long ago. When I opened my eyes, oliver was still by my side, propped on one elbow and looking down at me as if I was something worth to be adored.
He slowly leaned down, careful, and gently pressed his lips to mine. My hand found the spot behind his neck and I pulled him toward me with whatever ounce of energy I had regained while I slept.
We kissed for a while. I was in heaven cocooned in the safety of his big, tattooed arms.
Until I was suddenly overtaken by a wave of fear. I pulled away, startled, and looked for Noah only to find him coming towards the other side of the bed and getting under the covers, clad in his boxers.
I felt relieved. I slid to him when he laid down, looking for the comfort of his body. I couldn’t get enough with just one.
It was starting to dawn on me that I needed them both, and that was very dangerous.
Noah touched my hair and then my cheek. I crawled up his chest until I could feel his lips on mine. He was fresh and soft, regardless of how fierce he’d been with me a while ago. That’s what I loved about him. About Oliver. They were a combination of danger and safety that sated my needs perfectly.
Noah let me kiss him slowly, pouring into him my gratitude for this night. When I pulled away, we looked at each other as if this was the last sunset we would spend together, so I begged him not to go.
“Stay till morning?”
He grabbed my face in his two huge hands and brought his lips closer to mine.
“I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Oliver’s chest pressed against my back and he his lips kissed the side of my neck.
“Sleep now. Get some rest. You’re in good hands.”
I moved one arm back so that my hand could rest against Oliver’s thigh.
Feeling the skin of both Oliver and Noah under my hands, I took a deep breath, let out a small giggle, and lost consciousness.
The night was far from over, though.
I was deep in my sleep, head resting against Noah’s chest and one arm wrapped over his torso when I felt a hand sneaking down the covers to my pussy.
Oliver woke me up. When he was sure I was conscious and wet enough, he pulled me away from Noah and sat me astride on his lap. His cock already hard. He put on a condom. My panties off.
“Am I going to get enough of you?”
I was nearing my orgasm when I felt a third hand on my thigh and Noah’s hoarse voice reached my dizzy head.
“Hold it. I want you to come on my cock. Let Oliver get what he wants.”
I wasn’t sure I had the energy in me to do so, but Oliver’s release came soon and before I could realize I was being moved, I was in Noah’s lap, his thick length sliding inside of me and settling in a snug fit.
“Lay on me,” he instructed seeing how energiless I felt.
I hid my face in the croak of his neck. Beside from his perfume he smelt like Oliver, all man and sex.
“Let me know when you’re getting there. I’ll follow you,” he whispered in my ear. He bent his legs and started thrusting, a deadly cadence.
Oliver had left the bed to clean himself up and drink some water. When he returned, I was laying powerless on top of Noah, no ounce of energy left in me. Noah’s hands were roaming up and down my back, his lips kissing my hair.
I peered at Oliver from under my eyelashes. I felt so used and satisfied. No wonder whatever minutes or hours I had got of sleep felt like the best I’d had in a very long time.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be up early for soundcheck?”
“Are you in a rush?” Oliver joked.
“Why are you so concerned?” Noah asked, caressing my cheek with his tattooed knuckles.
“I can spend the whole day in bed, which I will, but you two need to get up early and… I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m guessing early?”
“Well, not every night we get a sweet thing like you in bed so,” Oliver was back in bed, and I felt full and stuffed with joy as he snuggled against me and Noah. “Don’t worry about us. How are you feeling?”
“Super sore and spent, but I’m… surprisingly happy and good.”
Noah smiled against my hair and his arms tightened around me for two seconds before he let go.
“Come here,” Oliver encouraged.
That was Noah cue to get up, remove the condom, and visit the bathroom.
I laid down with one of my legs on top of Oliver’s, my head on his chest, getting accustomed to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat under his skin, a lullaby I could fall asleep to.
“What am I going to do when you go back to the States?” His whisper reached my bones, making me get goosebumps. I was suddenly scared, my stomach felt empty, and my heart…
I lifted my head and put a hand over his mouth.
“Let’s not talk about it.”
As we held each other’s gaze, I knew that the conversation would have to happen sooner or later. It was not something I looked forward to, much less to the day in which I’d have to get back on a plane and cross the Atlantic Ocean.
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Before they could, Oliver seized my wrist to move it away from his mouth. His huge hands cradled my cheeks, and he brought my face to his, his mouth kissing me deeply.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled very softly against my lips.
The bathroom door opened, and Noah came back, running a hand through his brown locks. The sweet smile on his lips made the knot on my stomach tighter. I made grabby hands to him, and he gladly occupied his spot on the left side of the bed.
I had one hand on Noah’s chest and the other on Oliver’s.
Mine, a voice in my head screamed.
“Oli, can you remind Noah that he promised to be here in the morning?”
“I’m going to tie him to the bed with that silky rope he brought. He’ll be here. Don’t worry.” Our voices were a whisper in the dark silent room.
“What was that?” Noah inquired, his arm wrapping around my naked back and tracing sweet patterns on it. I desperately needed a shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed. “Did I hear somebody wants to get tied up again?”
I whined.
“I’m tired.”
“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” he said, kissing my hairline. “Otherwise, I’d get you back on all fours, push your head down the mattress, and fuck that sweet little pussy again.”
“Brute,” I mumbled.
Oliver’s laugh shook me as I rested on him.
Funny how things turn out.
I wasn’t sure what woke me up. It wasn’t the sun because it was 6am when I opened my eyes again. It was dark outside. And cold. Inside the room, however, it was warm. As I shifted, I realized I was trapped between two large male, tattooed bodies, and that a sweet pain had settled between my legs.
Maybe it was the soreness that woke me up. Or the irresistible desire and need to see their faces again. I had dreamed of them while they slept on each of my sides. What’s that they say about reality being better than dreams? Well, I got everything. A wonderful reality and then dreams about it. It couldn’t get any better than this.
Noah was sleeping on his back, his head angled towards me, partially obscured by my hair. I spent a while savoring the details of his features, his perfect nose, the slender lips, the subtle growth of stubble along his jawline and above his upper lip. He was not a kid anymore. He was all grown up and pure man. I was tempted to trace a finger on his eyebrow, but I feared waking him up. He looked so peaceful, and he definitely needed that sleep.
What mattered the most was that he hadn’t broken his promise. He was still there, laying in the same bed where we had made love, one arm wrapped around me, his expression soft and sweet.
I dared to press a light kiss to his cheek and turned to the other side, my eyes filling with joy at the sight of Oliver on his stomach, his head also angled toward me, mouth slightly open, hair falling over his eyes. He was mesmerizing even in that state. I noticed a small red spot on his jaw. I remembered biting him while him and Noah were fucking me at the same time, I just didn’t think it would leave a mark.
I kissed it better.
As I moved above him to get up from the bed, I heard my name leave his lips in a questioning tone.
“Bathroom,” I hushed back.
He let go, mumbling something and settling his head back down on the pillows.
When I stood in front of the mirror after peeing and washing my face, only clad in my cotton panties and Oliver’s Cannibal Corpse t-shirt, I noticed a similar red spot on my thigh. It wasn’t one, but too many. Red and purple splotches covering me from head to toe, love bites that, as I lifted the t-shirt, revealed themselves. They went from my thighs to my neck, some of them on my breasts and others on my hips.
I was about to smile when a ray of sunshine entered from the thin blinds in the bathroom window, illuminating my side.
A new day, a new… me?
I tiptoed out of the bathroom, insecurity clinging to me like a second skin.
Instead of crawling back to the warm spot between Noah and Oliver tempting bodies, the comfy thick bedsheets calling to me, too, I stood there, watching the men.
My boys.
What had I done?
I couldn’t contain the fear that surged within me, threatening to swallow me whole.
This wasn’t how things worked, getting fucked by the men you admired the most and then carrying on with life as if nothing happened. This wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t fix me and Noah, and it would definitely fuck Oliver and I because… Because this hadn’t just been a mind-blowing fuck. This had been much more, and I’d be lying to myself if I said it hadn’t.
Every single emotion and feeling that filled me up during the night was gone. I felt empty. I felt guilty. I had brought this upon us. I had been the one to ask for it. I had put Oliver into this crazy mess when he had made it clear the first night we slept together that we were just friends having fun. Now it was obvious we were beyond that. The way his eyes pleaded to me after he asked me what would happen when I flew back home… My heart started breaking.
Then, there was Noah, who would have never ever considered sharing his girl. I had forced him on this despite his attempt at opening up to me the night we argued. How clear his stance had been… How jealous at the thought that Oliver had had me to himself, alone in his hotel room.
And yet, I didn’t care, and he was so good, so good to me, that he had chosen my desire over anything, no matter how much it cost him.
I was in pieces. They would be too, when they opened their eyes.
Despite Noah’s promise of being by my side come morning, I was the one that failed to keep her words. I gathered an outfit from my suitcase, my boots, my phone, ignore the ache between my legs, the memory of being sat on Noah’s lap on the armchair, his hand around my neck, Oliver on his knees, his mouth on me.
I aimed toward the door.
I dared to steal one last glance at my boys from the threshold.
My gorgeous boys.
I promised myself I would never hurt them this way again. It wouldn’t matter how much I craved them, their bodies, their scents, their kisses, their hearts… It wouldn’t matter how much they tried to convince me that I was wrong. I wouldn’t hurt them again.
I wiped a tear that slid from my eye and silently left the room.
PART THREE
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Scared to Be Happier - Azriel x Reader
Scared to be Happier - Azriel x Reader
Summary: Azriel finds his mate in the Court of Nightmares and she is whisked away to Velaris to be saved. But when someone spends so long being beaten down and angry, sometimes broken is all they'll ever be.
Warnings: Angst, Smut (minors dni), Drug and Alcohol Usage
a/n: Heavily inspired by the song Happier by Yungblud/Oli Sykes. This one is for all my girlies who self-sabotage and break things because that is all they've ever known, who are scared to be happy because of the fear of the fall when it all gets taken away.
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A pounding on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You let out a sigh as your apartment came back into focus, mirthroot smoke swirling in the air along with the stench of whiskey. You stood from the couch, stretching out your limbs before moving to the door.
You had to kick a few empty wine bottles out of your path, the evidence of last night’s adventures.
When you pulled open the door, you weren’t surprised to see the shadowsinger standing there. His handsome face was unreadable, his eyes checking over you from head to toe. You smiled, lazily, his face shifting in and out of focus.
“Azriel,” you greeted. His eyes narrowed on your face.
You knew what you must look like to him. Kohl smeared under your eyes, hair in disarray, standing there in only your underwear and a large shirt whose owner you were unsure of.
You stepped back, letting him walk inside and shut the door behind him.
“You’re high again.”
His voice was deep, husky, as he peered around the mess in your apartment. You shrugged, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. It was the truth. You spent most of your days in a haze. One you sought after through the use of drugs and alcohol. Mirthroot helped numb your mind. The alcohol helped numb your feelings.
“Don’t act like you care,” you said, flatly. “Not now.”
Azriel let out a frustrated sigh, turning to face you. “I wish you’d stop saying things like that.”
“The truth?”
He stalked towards you, until he was so close you had to tilt your head up to stare at him. His hand raised, his knuckles brushing against your rosy cheeks. “It’s not the truth. And you know it.”
Your own hand climbed up his chest until it rested right over his heart, the heart that beat in rhythm with yours.
“I know what you’re here for,” you purred, ignoring his remark.
This was the game. Azriel would come here, pretend to care, if only long enough for the two of you to fall into bed together. Then you’d wake up and he’d be gone. And you wouldn’t see him again until he felt guilty enough to check-in on you again. After all, he was the reason you were here.
Azriel rested his forehead against yours, his hand cupping your check.
“I can’t stay away from you,” he breathed out. “I’m sorry, y/n.”
“You’re not sorry,” you whispered, staring into his hypnotizing hazel eyes. “You enjoy this. You enjoy being around someone as miserable as you. I know you, Azriel. Better than that family of yours does.”
“You know nothing,” he growled.
But then he surged forward and crashed his lips against yours. Like he always did when the conversation turned more personal. But you met him halfway, also not wanting to talk anymore. Not when the mirthroot kept your head so light. Not when it felt so good to have Azriel’s lips against yours.
He groaned, pushing you further against the counter, his hips digging into yours. His hand snaked into your hair, pulling your head back so he could deepen the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You needed this as much as he did.
The bond in your chest sang at his touch. Your body already reacting to him.
He lifted you onto the counter, parting your thighs with his leg so he could stand between them. His hard cock pressed against your barely covered center, causing both of you to moan. He trailed kisses down your jaw, to your throat, tracing his canines over the fragile skin.
Azriel wasted no time, yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor, revealing your bare breasts to him. He groaned at the sight, running his hands down your body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, before pushing you to lean back so he could trace kisses down your chest, taking one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. You groaned, twisting your hand in his dark hair.
His hand slid up your thigh until his fingers hooked around the seam of your underwear and swiftly pulled it off of you, leaving you entirely naked in front of him. He moaned, dropping to his knees, staring at your glistening core.
“Fuck, I need to taste you,” he growled before leaning forward and taking a single lick up the center of your folds. Your head fell back against the cabinets at the sensation.
“Please,” you begged.
That was all he needed to hear, diving his tongue into you. You writhed on the counter as he flicked his tongue against your clit, his finger circling around your entrance. Your hips bucked as you moaned, needing more.
Azriel knew your body, knew how to force you close to the edge so quickly with just his tongue. He knew the right time to finally push a finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out before adding a second one. You mewled, your first orgasm coming quickly.
Azriel cursed as he felt you fall over the edge, as you pulsed around his fingers. He stood, still pushing his fingers in and out of you as his other hand worked to untie his leathers. You helped him, pushing his shirt off and he yanked his pants down.
You stroked his dick up and down, licking your lips.
Azriel ripped your hand away with a growl. “I need to be in you. Now.”
Before you could blink, he thrusted his cock into you, hard and fast. You both groaned as he seated himself inside of you, wrapping his large arms around your waist and pulling you tight against his bare chest. You were both panting, the bond that had still not been accepted glowed at your contact.
Azriel gave you a few seconds to adjust before pulling all the way out and thrusting back into you just as hard. He growled, his head falling into the crevice of your neck as he set a punishing pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, cursing.
He pulled away, still thrusting in and out of you, to grab your chin in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his pace becoming faster, harder. “Your body was made for me. For me only.”
You fluttered around him in response to his possessive words. Words you knew meant nothing once this was all over. You groaned his name, relishing in the pain and pleasure of his hard thrusts.
“Say it,” he growled, his grip on your chin tightening. “Say your mine.”
“Gods, Azriel,” you moaned. “I’m yours.”
“Again,” he grunted, his thrusts not letting up.
“Yours,” you cried out. “I’m yours.”
His pupils were dilated, turning his hazel eyes black as he fucked you with a frenzy only a mate could. His free hand dipped between your legs, rubbing your clit. You cried out, feeling your second orgasm of the night building.
“That’s it,” Azriel grunted. “You take me so well, pretty girl. So fucking good. Mine. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” you agreed. The mirthroot made your head spin, the feeling of Azriel fucking you almost too much. You cried out again as your orgasm suddenly crashed through you like a wave.
Azriel cursed, fucking you through your orgasm, until he couldn’t hold his rhythm anymore. His thrusts became sloppy, erratic, as he chased after his own high. You reached a hand out, stroking down the soft membrane of his beautiful wing, pushing him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he growled loudly, burying himself inside of you as he exploded.
You could feel his hot seed inside of you. He pulled out a bit and pushed back in, making sure none of it was wasted. Your body was limp as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you, holding you tight against his chest.
He carried you into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. Your head was spinning now. You blinked, feeling the bond in your chest tighten at the sight of him.
“Don’t even think of falling asleep,” he commanded with a growl, climbing over you. He caged your head with his arms, his mouth attaching itself to your neck again, kissing and sucking. “I’m not done with you.”
Hours later, you watched him disappear in a flurry of shadows, only staying long enough to help clean you up after he made a mess of your body. This was how it was. He would come here, take what he needed from you and disappear. It used to hurt you more, used to tear your heart apart. Now…now you were numb to it.
You were numb to most things, angry at the rest.
But mostly, you were scared. And you knew he was too. Scared to push this any farther. Scared to dive into a territory you weren’t sure you were ready for. You didn’t belong here. You never would. You might’ve been dragged out of the Court of Nightmares but you had never truly left.
Because that place had turned you into little more than ash. It had taken everything you were and crushed it, crushed it so thoroughly that you would never be able to glue back the pieces. And the High Lord and his dogs had been naive in thinking that they had rescued you, saved you.
They had not saved you.
They had not saved you because there was nothing left of you to be saved.
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One Year Ago
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The corset you were wearing under your dress was constricting, your lungs begging for a chance to breathe. The dress that was over it was hardly much better. But the High Lord and Lady were making an appearance today and so your father had the handmaidens get you ready, making you look proper enough to be in the Throne Room alongside him.
There was a part of you that liked when the High Lord and Lady came, only because you were allowed out of your chambers for once. The chambers your father basically had you shackled in. You were his youngest daughter, finally the age to be married off, and he was worried you’d go and pull a Morrigan if you were given even a sliver of freedom.
The other part of you hated the High Lord and Lady. Hated seeing their smug faces, their pretentious attitudes. Even her stupid stuck-up sisters and the two Illyrians walked around looking down their noses at everyone who lived in Hewn City. As if you were all bottom of the barrel, the fifth under their shoes.
But your only crime in life was being born in this awful mountain.
That was enough for them, it seemed. They had no interest in helping any of the fae stuck down here that wanted out, that weren’t the awful people you were thought to be. It didn’t matter to them.
All that mattered was their perfect little city away from all the rats below. And you hated them for it. Hated all of them.
In fact, hate was all you had ever known. Bruise after bruise. Strike after strike. Torn out and stomped on after cleaning your own blood from the floor when your father was done doling out his punishments for whatever he decided you’d done wrong that day, time and time again.
There was a time you prayed to the stars for help.
But that time was over.
“Rise,” the High Lord ordered after making all of you stay on your knees for what felt like eternity.
You were quick to stand, brushing your dress down as you did. Your father was hovering right next to you, as if he were ready to snatch you away the second he deemed it fit.
Your eyes trailed over your two rulers before briefly passing over the Morrigan, Lady Death and The General, finally landing on the Shadowsinger.
He was stoic, hauntingly beautiful. But you already knew that. He was the one all the Ladies liked to pant over while their husbands were out of earshot.
As if he could feel your stare, his gaze shot to you and you went back to staring at the floor. Your father grabbed you by the upper arm, leading you towards the front of the room where the other Lords were gathering.
You spared a glance at the shadowsinger again, noticing he had moved now to the High Lord’s side and appeared to be whispering something in his ear.
You went back to acting like a pretty little doll perched next to your father. After all, beauty was the only currency females had in Hewn City. That was all your mother had taught you before she died.
Keep yourself pretty and then maybe you’d be rewarded with a husband who liked keeping you that way and would not leave bruises on your body.
Your beauty never saved you from your father’s hand though.
“Lord Thanatos,” the High Lord called out, causing the band to pause their playing and the others to go quiet. Your stomach twisted at the sound of your father’s name. “Please approach the Throne with your daughter.”
Your brows pinched in confusion as your father yanked you forward. It wasn’t the first time Rhysand had asked to speak to your father but why had he requested you to approach as well?
“My Lord,” your father said with a bow of his head. “Lady.”
He shot you a glare when you stood next to him frozen. You snapped out of your trance and gave a curtsy, keeping your eyes on the ground like an obedient and submissive female should.
“What is your name, little bird?”
“Her name is—”
“I wasn’t talking to you,” the High Lord snapped. “I was talking to your daughter.”
Your eyes flickered up, widening as the High Lord’s piercing violet ones landed on you. “M-my name is y/n, my Lord.”
You swallowed as he looked between you and your father. What could he possibly want with you?
“Okay, y/n. Tell me, do you enjoy living here?”
You glanced at your father to see his eyes narrowed at you. You nodded in answer, holding your hands behind your back to hide your shaking.
“My Lord, what is the meaning of this—”
“It is impolite to interrupt a conversation,” the High Lady sneered, holding a hand up in your father’s direction.
A muscle in his jaw clenched but he stayed quiet.
“And do you possess any power?”
You glanced at your father again, not sure how to answer. He had wanted to keep you a secret from the High Lord, worried he’d take you away once he found out what you could do, how you could benefit him. Instead, Keir and your father wanted to use you to secure a strong alliance with another court.
“A mere fraction,” your father cut in. “The girl can’t even winnow.”
You bit your lip, looking back at the floor. Your cheeks turned red at your father’s lie.
“Interrupt me one more time, Lord Thanatos, and I’ll have you escorted to a prison cell,” the High Lord growled before looking back at you. “What power do you possess, y/n? Don’t bother lying to me, little bird. I will know.”
You looked at your father again, his lips were pressed in a thin line, displeased. You looked back into the intimidating gaze of the High Lord.
“I possess the Clear Touch, my Lord,” you answered.
The power that ran in your family line. The ability to touch a person and see their memories if you were able to get past their mental barrier. The High Lord grinned.
“Good, you will pack your things and return with us to Velaris,” the High Lord declared. “I have use of you.”
Your jaw nearly dropped open and you turned to look at your father. His face was bright red with anger.
“What?!” He spat out. “You cannot just kidnap her. She is under my rule until marriage. And she already has a number of suitors, some of whom are supposed to arrive this weekend for negotiations. You can’t take her.”
Your jaw did drop open this time. You had no idea about any suitors. You quickly fixed your face back into an unreadable one when the High Lord’s gaze stayed on you.
“As far as I know, your daughter is of age now. Which means she can make her own choice,” the High Lord purred. “Which will it be y/n? Come work for me or stay here to be sold off by your father?”
The arrogance in his voice irked you. It’s like he was assuming no one would ever turn down the chance to work with him, to go to Velaris. As if he were offering you a reward. But you hated him as much as you hated your father. And you hated this court equally.
Marriage to a foreign male might be your only chance to escape from here.
You could feel your father’s heavy gaze on the side of your face. “I would like to stay with my father, my Lord.”
Shock flashed through the High Lord’s eyes for a second and your father grinned.
“Well, she’s made her choice, High Lord,” your father gloated. He wrapped his hand around your arm, right over the bruise hiding under your sleeve. You flinched slightly. “Now, if you’ll excuse—”
Suddenly, your father was yanked from you—the shadowsinger now between you and him.
“Get your fucking hands off my mate,” the shadowsinger growled lowly, his face dark and devastatingly lethal.
Mate.
Mate.
That word clanged through you like metal against steel. The shadowsinger was staring down at your father, not even looking in your direction. Not even as a sea of gasps rang out in the crowd.
Mate.
He had just claimed you in front of the entirety of Hewn City. There would be no marriage now. No escaping this court. You knew what it meant to be someone’s mate as a female. He now had rights to you. You were his.
The blood left your face, your jaw clenching in dread.
Mate.
That one word had been enough. Enough for the High Lord to have you escorted to your home, made to pack up all your things to join them on their journey back to Velaris. You did so without a single word. What could you do? Even your own father wouldn’t look at you anymore. Not with the shadowsinger breathing down his neck.
And when Azriel saw the chains in your room, the ones your father locked you up with at night to make sure you could never leave, he had grabbed hold of your father and disappeared in a flurry of shadows.
Your heart was pounding as you chucked your clothes into a trunk. Once you were all packed, two females appeared out of nowhere. The shadow wraiths. They took hold of your trunk and disappeared. Your father’s handmaidens led you out to the sitting area where you waited for your mate to come retrieve you as if you were little more than some item he had purchased.
Azriel returned, his knuckles bloody and bruised. You weren’t naive. You knew it was your father’s blood on his hands. You should’ve felt satisfied at seeing it, but you weren’t. This wasn’t a victory for you. You were merely just a trade between the two males. From your father’s ownership to your mate’s.
“Come on,” Azriel said, reaching out his hand to you. “Let’s go.”
You said nothing, taking his hand as you were meant to. Shadows engulfed the two of you until you were being pulled out of the darkness and into a new place. You quickly dropped Azriel’s hand, looking around. It was a bedroom, simple but still opulent. You glanced out the window to see you were high in the sky, overlooking a city.
“We’re at the House of Wind.” Azriel’s voice came from behind you. You whirled around to stare at him. “This is where you’ll be staying for now.”
He took a step towards you and you couldn’t fight the urge to take a step back to maintain the distance between you. He held up his hands. “I’m not…I’m not going to do anything to you.”
Your heart pounded in your chest. You didn’t know much about the shadowsinger, only how he tortured people for information and came from Illyria. You glanced at his wings.
You did know about that. How brutal Illyrian males were supposed to be. How they clipped their females and used them as nothing more than breeding stock.
“You’re Illyrian,” you finally said.
He nodded. “Yes.”
“I know how Illyrians treat their females.”
A brief flash of anger sparked behind his hazel eyes and you berated yourself in your head. Fuck. You were already forgetting all the things your mother had taught you. Things every female in Hewn City were taught from birth. Never anger a male, keep your opinions to yourself, always say yes when they demand something of you.
“I am nothing like them,” Azriel ground out between his teeth, his fist clenched.
You swallowed, taking another step back.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, already bracing yourself to be hit.
But Azriel didn’t advance forward to your surprise.
“I will leave you alone now. Dinner will be served at six if you wish to join.”
And then he was gone, melting back into his shadows.
You let out the breath you were holding, looking around the room once more. Your new cage. Slightly better than your last one, but a cage nonetheless. You sighed and began to unpack your things. Might as well accept your fate. You were the shadowsinger’s mate. There was no escaping this now.
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You showed up at dinner, scared to anger Azriel even more than you had already. But Azriel had paid you little attention since you had been out here with all of them. Instead, he sat at the opposite side of the table, next to one of the High Lady’s sisters. They seemed to be engaging in pleasant enough conversation by the looks of it.
Good. You were happy his attention was elsewhere. Though your chest ached as you watched him exchange soft smiles with the other female, completely different than how he had been with you.
It’s just the bond, you reminded yourself. The bond you hadn’t even felt snap for you.
“So, y/n, how old are you exactly?”
“Eighteen,” you answered the Morrigan, who sat across from you.
At this, Azriel’s head whipped towards you, his brows pinched. Even the female next to him looked at you, her brown eyes filled with some indiscernible emotion.
As soon as they were all in Velaris, it was like a completely different group of people. The menacing stares, the cold voices, the disdain. All of it was gone and replaced with something warmer. Though they still watched you with suspicious eyes.
It only annoyed you further. Hewn City was something they could wipe from their hands and escape from, with no regard for those stuck there.
“Hey, Feyre, you’re not the baby anymore!” The General laughed.
“You must be relieved to finally be away from that place,” Feyre chirped.
Your grip on your fork tightened. If they all recognized how horrible that place was, then why did they insist on doing nothing to fix it? You weren’t the only one who suffered there.
You heard your mother’s voice in your head now, Always be agreeable. Say what they want you to. Don’t put up a fight or they’ll only hit you harder. Be gracious. Look happy.
You glanced at Azriel to see he was still watching you.
“Yes,” you agreed, like you were supposed to.
Yes. It was the only word you had said since being here at this table. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.
After dinner was over, they had Azriel escort you back to your room. You followed behind him, staring at his large beautiful wings. You supposed things could be worse. You could be mated to some ugly, rotten looking male. At least your new prisoner guard was handsome.
You stepped inside of your room, expecting Azriel to follow. Is this when he’d force you to have sex with him? You mentally went through all the steps your mother had told you about sex. About how much it would hurt, how it was just something you would need to suffer through in order to keep a male happy.
To your surprise, Azriel did not enter the room. But he didn’t leave either, lingering in the doorframe.
“You know, you don’t have to keep saying yes to everything,” he said. “You’re not in Hewn City anymore. You’re allowed to say no. Allowed to voice your own opinions.”
“Okay,” you replied, stoically. Was this some sort of test?
He let out a sigh. “You don’t want to be here, do you?”
You only blinked in response. He ran a hand through his hair, his beautiful face unreadable. “I’m sorry for claiming you in front of the court like that. But it was the only way your father would let us take you out of there. You don’t have to be scared anymore. No one here is going to hurt you.”
“I didn’t want to leave,” you said back. “I told the High Lord I wished to stay with my father.”
Azriel seemed confused by your remark. “Your father isn’t here, y/n. You don’t have to continue to lie. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“I am not lying,” you replied.
“You…you wish to stay in Hewn City? You wish to stay with your father?”
You shook your head. Because no, that wasn’t what you wanted. But you knew you didn’t want this either. You didn’t want to be in the Night Court at all. You wanted to be whisked away somewhere else. No one cared for you here. That wasn’t how the Night Court worked.
“So you did want to come here?”
“No,” you whispered. “I do not wish to be here either.”
A muscle in Azriel’s jaw clenched. “So what do you want?”
Your brows pinched together. “I-I don’t know.”
You’d never been allowed to want for anything. You had no clue what was even out in the world beyond this court. You’d lived in Hewn City all your life. Had never been educated on much of anything. Not beyond typical things the females were allowed to learn.
Azriel’s fists tightened and then he disappeared.
You didn’t see him again until two days later. He showed up knocking on your door, telling you to pack your things. You did as he said without argument. Perhaps he was finally taking you home now to do whatever it is mates did with each other.
But to your surprise, Azriel brought you to an apartment that was nearly empty besides the necessities. He placed your trunk in the bedroom before turning to look at you, his face blank.
“You will live here now. I will not bother you, nor will anyone else from the court. If you wish to speak to any of us, you can reach out whenever,” he said, his voice ice cold. “I set up an account under your name that you can use to buy whatever you need.”
He was just…dumping you here?
“I’m meant to live here?” You questioned. “Alone?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” The disdain in his voice had you folding into yourself. “So yes. You will live here. Since I’m the reason you’re in this situation, I will cover the cost.”
All of the gentleness and patience he had shown that other female was gone, nowhere to be found.
“Okay,” you said, flatly.
He peered at you once more, searching. You kept your face neutral, not wanting to show the fear you now felt. Alone in a city. You didn’t know a single person who lived here. What would you do? What could you do?
“You know where to find me if you wish,” Azriel said and then disappeared into his shadows, leaving you standing alone in an empty apartment.
You spent the next month in a haze. Only leaving the apartment for food. Otherwise you just sat and watched people from your window.
Sometimes you’d see Azriel walking through the streets with the High Lady’s sister, exchanging soft glances, laughing, brushing up against each other.
You seethed at the sight. He had claimed you, dragged you to this city away from everything and everyone you’d ever known, and dumped you here alone just to parade around with another female.
Why had he taken you if he didn’t want you?
Why had he said anything?
It wasn’t like you could return to Hewn City. Your father would have trouble finding you suitors now that everyone knew you were the shadowsinger’s mate. Without having a use for you, you were sure your father would only treat you worse.
You were truly alone. You’d always been, of course. But though you held no love for your father, at least he had you taken care of.
Now you were on your own.
Abandoned by your own mate.
Maybe you should feel relieved that he didn’t want you. Seemed more invested in the High Lady’s sister. But it didn’t feel good either way.
Were you not good enough for him? Were you not worth the effort of courting? You’d always known your life would never be filled with soft, sweet romance. Not if you were meant to be sold off.
But to find out you had a mate, a mate clearly capable of being gentle and kind with females…just not you.
You were Court of Nightmare scum. A female meant to be used and broken and ruined at the hands of males. Not good enough for the High Lord’s brother apparently. Not good enough for sweet smiles or flowers.
Just something to claim and discard.
Something inside of you broke.
All the emotions you had been holding in were suddenly flooding out. So you finally let yourself cry.
And cry.
And cry.
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Months went by. You were sure how many.
You had been stumbling around late one night, trying to learn the city streets when some male had approached you. He was charming, handsome. Said he could tell you were lost and asked if you’d like him to show you around.
You said yes. After all, your own mate hardly cared about you. He never sought you out after dumping you in the apartment. Never checked in on how you were adjusting…if you even were.
You weren’t.
You hated this city and all it represented. Hated all the fae here who had never had to suffer at the hands of their own ruler.
The male had done more than show you around. He introduced you to a whole other world, one that was hidden in the underbelly of this city. Something that felt a little more like the home you knew.
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Present Day
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You were woken up by the sheets being yanked off your body. You sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes. You groaned, lifting a hand to your pounding head. Your vision finally came into focus, narrowing in on a seething Azriel standing at the foot of your bed.
Gasps came from around you and it took you a second to realize you were not only naked, but in the middle of several other naked bodies—two females and one male. You quickly pulled the sheets back over yourself.
“Get out,” Azriel growled at them. “Now.”
No one moved, too startled.
“Now!” Azriel roared. “Before I rip out your throats!”
That had all of them moving. But you stayed frozen on the bed, staring at Azriel. Silence rang in your apartment until they were all gone, leaving the two of you alone. Azriel tossed you a robe and you quickly shrugged it on, standing up from the bed.
“I thought this would be over by now, y/n,” Azriel snarled, moving out of your bedroom back to the living area. He grabbed the kitchen trash can and started stalking through your apartment. It took you a second to realize what he was doing before you cried out, rushing to stop him.
“What are you doing?!”
“This is done, y/n,” Azriel snapped, brushing you off him. “I’m done giving you access to my accounts if all you’re going to do is buy drugs and get fucked up every day.”
He grabbed a bag of mirthroot and tossed it into the trash can. You shouted at him to stop, trying to rip the trash out of his hands.
Didn’t he understand?!
You needed that. You needed the drugs, needed the alcohol. You needed it to shut your mind off, to keep the empty and depressing thoughts away. You would die without them.
“Azriel, stop!”
“No,” he snarled back at you. “This has to stop, y/n.”
“Why are you so concerned about this now?” you shouted, tossing your hands in the air. “You’ve never cared before. Why now?”
You stalked after him, trying to grab the trash from his hands but he easily pushed you away. You felt desperate tears line your eyes.
“I’ve always cared!” Azriel yelled. “I have always cared about you, y/n. But I thought you would phase out of this. I thought you just needed to explore your new freedom and get it out of your system. But you haven’t stopped and you’re out of control!”
You fisted the back of his shirt, forcing him to stop. “You have never cared for me! Just fucking leave, Azriel. This is my life. I will live it how I want to.”
“Not while I’m the one funding it!”
He glared down at you and you crossed your arms over your chest. “Then don’t! I don’t need your money. I don’t need you. I can find someone else. I can go somewhere else.”
“Really? You’d just fuck off with some other male?!” Azriel shouted. “After everything I’ve done for you?!”
You scoffed. “What the fuck have you ever done for me, Azriel?! You dragged me from my home, forced me here, and then treated me like I was nothing to you!”
“I was giving you the space you wanted!”
“No, you were busy fucking the High Lady’s sister,” you snapped. “Why don’t you go back to her if this is too much for you? I didn’t ask for this! I didn’t want this!”
“Keep Elain out of this! She’s done nothing to you,” Azriel growled, making you see red. “Elain is my friend. She sure as hell cares about me more than you do.”
“You know what? Fuck you, Azriel,” you said, pushing him away from you. “Fuck you. Fuck your High Lord and Lady. Fuck her stupid sisters. Fuck your whole stupid family! You’re right! You’ve all done nothing! Nothing! Just let us all suffer in that city while you all got to be happy here!”
“And what are you doing to help anyone, y/n? What are you doing besides getting drunk and high every single night?” Azriel tossed the trash at your feet, as if to prove his point. “All you’ve done is become a burden!”
Your breath caught in your throat and you took a step away from him. A burden? You were a burden to him? He was the one who took you! The one who brought you here!
“Then get out,” you whispered. “Get out and leave and never fucking come back.”
Azriel let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that. You know I didn’t.”
You glared up at him. “No, Azriel, I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck you want from me! You come here, fuck me and leave! How am I supposed to know what you mean?!”
“You think any of this is easy for me? You think I was overjoyed to find out my mate had been suffering in Hewn City the whole time I was living here? Do you know how much I prayed to the Mother for a mate? How much I wanted this? And now I have it. Now I have you and fuck, I don’t know what to do! I don’t know how to help you!”
“Well, you might as well give up now! I don’t want your help, Azriel. I can’t be helped! I’m not broken!”
“Then explain all of this!” Azriel shouted, gesturing at the mess in your apartment. The empty bottles, the drugs on the table. “I gave you a year, y/n. I gave you a year to adjust, to build a life here in Velaris for yourself!”
“Have you considered that I don’t want to?! I don’t belong here, Azriel. I don’t belong in this city, in this place!”
If I could tell you how I feel, I know that you’re still hurting too. No, I’m not broken. I’m just scared to belong here, scared to be happier.
You wiped at the tears pouring down your face now. Your head was still pounding, your throat hoarse from the screaming. It was too much. It was all too much.
“You know what I think? I think you’re scared,” Azriel snarled. “I think you’re scared to give all of this up. I think you’re scared to get better. I think you’re scared to let yourself be happy for once!”
“You’re one to talk,” you snapped back. “You’re just as scared as I am, Azriel, you just hide it better. But I’m your mate and I know how you feel. I can see it.”
“And what do you think I see when I look at you?” His voice was ice cold. “I see someone broken. I see someone so broken they don’t even know how to be happy. You never have, have you?”
“Have you?” you shot back at him. “Have you ever felt happy, Azriel? Of course I’m not happy! Why the fuck would I be happy here?”
The apartment fell silent as you both glared at each other, so many emotions swirling in your eyes. You hated him, hated what he had done to you, hated that you needed him, hated that you felt like you would die without him. And you knew he felt that way too, could see the anguish on his face.
Azriel whispered your name so quietly, you would’ve thought you imagined it if you hadn’t seen his lips move. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his wings drooping to the floor. Your eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face against your stomach. You felt his tears wet your silk robe.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know how to help you. I don’t know how to do this. You think I don’t care about you, but you are all I care about. This whole world could burn to the ground and it’d still be you I looked for in the ash.”
“I am already nothing but ash,” you whispered. “I might not have your scars, Azriel, but I have been burned too. Everything has been taken from me. Everything. Of course I’m scared to love you. Of course I’m scared to be happy. I can give you nothing because so little of me exists now.”
“That’s not true,” he muttered against your stomach. “That’s not true at all, y/n. I don’t need anything from you. I just need you to let me help you. Please. Let me help you put yourself back together. Let me help you take away the pain. Let me give you a better life. Give me that chance. That's all I ask for.”
“I can’t.” Your voice cracked as he gripped you harder. “You’re right. I am scared. I’m a coward. I can’t…I-I can’t let myself be happy. I can’t let myself feel anything. It hurts too much.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Azriel whispered. “So let me help you. Let me in. Let me make you feel something. I can feel your anger, I can feel your rage inside. Take it out on me if you have to. But stop shutting me out. I’m sorry for how things started. I didn’t know what to do. I was overwhelmed, scared, hurt. But please give me the chance to make it up to you. Please, baby, let me help you. I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself.”
You fell to your knees in front of him, mirroring his position. His hazel eyes bore into yours, every single emotion he felt poured down the bond between the two of you. For once you let yourself show him how you felt. You undid the binds on your heart, cracked the barrier you had put up between the two of you. You let it all loose. Everything. Every single emotion you felt.
Azriel cradled your face in his hands. Kohl had made black trails down your face with your tears, your robe had slipped off one shoulder, your hair had half fallen out of your braid, but you had never looked more beautiful to him than in this moment. Because he was finally seeing you. The person you hid behind the drugs and alcohol. The person you hid between the sheets.
You were scarred, hurt, and broken. You had a darkness swelling in you that matched his own. You were the first sight of blood emerging from a wound, the torn pages of a book, the flame of an almost melted candle, the fog obscuring the woods. You were made of everything he was. You were his equal, his love, his mate.
You were scared and he was too. But as he pressed his lips against yours desperately, you saw a world where that fear might not exist. A world where you were happy and loved and whole again. You weren’t there now. You wouldn’t be there tomorrow.
But perhaps in the end, that’s where you’d find yourself.
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MASTERLIST
Hey y’all! It’s been a minute since I’ve made one of these and I wanted to wait until I had a good amount of content to really fill one of these up. So here’s all the writing I’ve done since I started this blog back in 2020.
This will be updated as often as I can, so no promises new/recent writing will be on here immediately. Also if a link doesn’t work please let me know!!
Hope y’all enjoy!
GUIDE:
Angst - 🕷
Fluff - 𓆩♡𓆪
Smut/NSFW - ☓
Neutral - ✸
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀
Kingdom AU ✸
School AU ✸
School AU pt.2 ✸
High At School - School AU
Cheerleader S/O - School AU
Songs that remind me of the creeps ✸
Tim + Brian poly headcannons ☓ 𓆩♡𓆪
Scene S/O headcannons 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸
Finding you dead 🕷
Threatening suicide 🕷
Coming home to you singing/dancing 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸
Breaking up 🕷
Age regressing S/O ✸
S/O Who Loves Hello Kitty 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸
With A French S/O ✸
𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬:
Matchup 1 ✸
Matchup 2 ✸
Matchup 3 ✸
Matchup 4 ✸
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬:
Proxies Receiving Nudes ☓
Poly Proxies ☓
Poly Proxies pt.2 ☓
Hunted by the proxies ☓
Jealous proxies ☓🕷
Proxies x Final Girl 🕷
Sitting on the proxies lap 𓆩♡𓆪☓
𝐭𝐢𝐦/𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲:
Father figure Tim ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪
Father figure Tim pt.2 ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪
Father figure Tim pt.3 ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪
Cowboy father figure Tim ✸ 𓆩♡𓆪
Cowboy Tim ✸
NSFW alphabet ☓
Werewolf Tim ✸
Kinktober Day 10: Praise ☓
𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧/𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞:
NSFW alphabet ☓
Woods ☓
"𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢" 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐲:
Dark Headcannons ☓✸
Blood ☓
Subby Dom Toby ☓
Dating Toby ✸
Don't leave! 🕷
S/O With BPD ✸
Kinktober Day 7: Virginity ☓
𝐱-𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬:
General Headcannons ✸
NSFW Headcannons ☓
𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝:
Historical dressed S/O ✸
𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤:
Somnophilia ☓
First Meal ☓
Two Faced S/O ✸
Make it Better ☓ 🕷
Soft Dom ☓
Underwear fetish ☓
Fluff 𓆩♡𓆪
Father EJ 𓆩♡𓆪
Kinktober Day 8: Breeding ☓
𝐣𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫:
Kinktober Day 6: Dubcon ☓
Kinktober Day 6: Dubcon pt.2 ☓
𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤:
NSFW Headcannons ☓
NSFW Alphabet ☓
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑':
Day 6: Dubcon - Jeff The Killer ☓
Day 7: Virginity - "Ticci" Toby ☓
Day 8: Breeding - Eyeless Jack ☓
Day 10: Praise - Tim/Masky ☓
𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄
Dating MIW ✸
𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫:
Drive Thru 🕷 𓆩♡𓆪
Oh Shit- ✸
Photoshoot 𓆩♡𓆪
Firsts 𓆩♡𓆪 ☓
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬:
In the End 🕷🕷🕷
Slip and Fall ✸
Sick 𓆩♡𓆪
First Snow 𓆩♡𓆪
Punishment 𓆩♡𓆪
Boring Right? 𓆩♡𓆪 ✸
𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨:
Sinner in Church ☓
Skating 𓆩♡𓆪 ☓
Birthday Surprise 🕷
Not you too... 🕷
Easy Mornings 𓆩♡𓆪
Beg ☓
𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰:
Hold on Tight 🕷
Decorations 𓆩♡𓆪
𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐤𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐤𝐢:
Strawberries and sundresses 𓆩♡𓆪
Santa's workshop 𓆩♡𓆪
Go home... 🕷
Enlistment 🕷
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
Dinner Table - Oli Sykes 🕷
Just Drive! - Oli Sykes ✸
Dating Oli Sykes ✸
About me
About me pt.2
ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!
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Blood of Eden an Urban Fantasy AU feat. Noah Sebastian, Jolly Karlsson, and Oli Sykes (master list)
Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.
CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.
This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.
Taglist(click to be added): @ladyveronikawrites @mysticdoodlez @poisongirl616 @shilohrosechicken @cookiesupplier @meliferafaerie @concreteemo @itsafullmoon @letmeadoreyoux @transparentwitchnightmare @spicywhenspeaking @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @darling-millicent-aubrey @badomensls @somebodyels3 @jakeygvf21 @badomensls
BTS: @ladyveronikawrites and I had a brainworm about an Oli and Noah photo that molded into a beautiful work of art. I am forever grateful for the encouragement, ideas, and research provided to help get this story off the ground. Not to mention the beautiful photos on this post. Oodles and oodles of respect and admiration for you my dear!
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20
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Come Sink Into Me (And Let Me Breathe You In)
Pairing: Oli Sykes x Female! Reader
Synopsis: While on tour with Fall Out Boy and Bring Me The Horizon, you end up being stuck in a broken down elevator with your boyfriend Oli Sykes, making the boys wonder where you two are at.
Rating: Mature (18+ Only) Minors Do Not Interact!
Warnings: smut, voice kink, rpf (real person fiction), use of pet names (love, baby doll, good girl), slight daddy kink (reader calls Oli daddy once or twice), unprotected / semi-public sex (in an elevator on a table), pussy slapping, m! receiving, angst at the very end.
Word Count: 2.2k+
The boys of Bring Me The Horizon had recently gone on tour with Fall Out Boy during the summer. Your boyfriend, Oli Sykes, who you had been in a relationship with since 2015 had you tag along with him for the remainder of the tour. Oli knew how lonely you get when he’s away, so he decided it would be a good idea to bring you with him. You and him were helping move a few things for Fall Out Boy’s tour bus while Mat, Vegan, Jordan, and Lee were elsewhere getting everything together for their set.
‘’You sure you can lift that all by yourself, love?’’ Oli asked, watching you struggle with trying to lift a table across the lot. ‘’Here, let me help you with that.’’
Your boyfriend ran to your aid, grabbed one of the ends of the table while you had helped him carry it into the elevator.
‘’Good job.’’ he flashed a charming smile at you, then proceeded to press the down level on the elevator button.
He rested the flat of his hand on the table, you and him patiently waited for the elevator to let you out so the both of you could set it inside of Fall Out Boy’s tour bus and move onto the next step.
A few moments after waiting for it to let the two of you off, you glanced up at the sign, realizing that it wasn’t moving.
‘’Oli, we have a problem.’’ you announced, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
He glanced up from his phone.
‘’Bloody hell, now we’re stuck. We need to get this table down to their tour bus or we are going to be late for the set!’’
He let out a frustrated sigh, kicking the door.
‘’It’s okay babe, we are going to figure this out one way or the other,’’ you told him, rubbing his shoulder.
‘’What else could go wrong today? First having to carry heavy ass furniture so that Fall Out Boy could refurnish their tour bus, now we’re stuck on the damn elevator with no way out.’’
‘’I know what might get your frustration out,’’ you said aloud, a small smirk appearing upon your lips.
‘’What is it, love?’’ the tone in Oli’s voice sounded so unenthusiastic, but you knew exactly how to get his enthusiasm back.
You gently pressed his backside against the cold elevator wall, grabbing the hem of his shirt and kissed him. He followed up by switching sides with you so your back was pressed up on the wall, his large hands resting on either side of your waist. His tongue begged for entrance, you melted into the kiss as if this was your first time kissing a man like Oli. Your tongues danced around each other in dominance as he hoisted one of your legs up to align with his waist so you could wrap your legs around him.
‘’Fuck… you realize there is cameras in this elevator, right?’’ you muttered against his lips dumbfoundedly.
‘’Don’t worry about the camera footage, if we get arrested for having sex, then so be it.’’ he replied, a small laugh escalated out of him.
‘’Okay,’’ you trusted your gut about all of this, soonly after your shyness of being on camera slowly went away.
Your legs were now secured around Oli’s waist, he laid you down on the table on your back. His eyes fixated on your clothed body, t’sking.
‘’Let’s get these clothes off of you, yeah?’’ he peeled your black leather skirt right off of you until they hit the center of the flooring.
Your cheeks flushed into this pink fleshy color, your eyes never leaving his tattooed hands exploring your body. Thousands of goosebumps had formed on your prickly skin, writhing under his delicate touch.
‘’Oli…’’ you breathed out, biting the bottom of your lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood.
‘’Eyes up at me, love.’’ the pad of his thumb lifted your chin up so you could gaze directly into his mesmerizing eyes.
Your chest bellowed up and down and your breathing got a bit heavier than it was before. Within a decimeter away from your heated sex, he kneeled down in between your quivering legs, using his teeth to rip off the thin material of your laced panties. You gasped, softly whimpering while your hot middle aged rockstar boyfriend swiped his finger up your slick folds.
‘’Fucking hell, wet already? I barely even touched you baby doll.’’ he had gotten up from his knees, leaning in close to your face, but not too close.
‘’Fucking tease,’’ you mentally thought.
Silence had broken between the two of you momentarily, sharing the same air you consumed was enough to keep the love alive. But Oli and you had other intentions for each other, more like lust and not only just having the most toe curling, shaking until you can’t stand or think straight sex, but this love was truly real.
‘’N-need you,’’ you plead, your brain all fuzzed out with lustfulness and your cunt throbbing from the sexual tension.
‘’Need me for what, love? Can’t fulfill your request unless you use your words.’’
‘’I need you to use me.’’
‘’Gotta be a little more specific.’’
Fuck.
‘’Need your cock, I-I need you to be inside me, please use me daddy, want to be your little flesh light.’’
‘’Mmm, I like when you call me that.’’ he purred, ‘’You want it? You got it. Besides, I think you have been a very good girl for daddy, don’t you agree?’’
The words that rolled off of his tongue made you whimper and nod your head in response, you could listen to his thick British accent all day. It instantly puts you in a trance every single time. Your legs were now sprawled out in front of Oli, each of your hands gripped onto the edges of the table until your knuckles turned pearl white. He took a step forward, unbuckling his belt and getting his outfit completely off of him. Drool practically trickled down the side of your chin, admiring his tattooed frame. It was so difficult to take your eyes off of the rockstar, you could tell he has been hitting the gym and taking much better care of himself compared to the first time you met him.
Oli pulled you in fast closer to him, which made you slightly yelp.
‘’I got you baby doll, I won’t let you fall.’’ he soothingly said to you.
Without an expectation, he centered himself to the beginning of your dripping entrance, then made his way inside of you, letting you feel him inch by inch.
‘’Ah, fuck!’’ you bellowed, biting your lip once more.
‘’You are so fuckin’ wet for me, it’s pathetic.’’ he sighed in pleasure, thrusting his hips forward at a steady pace. The sounds of skin slapping against skin had filled the solid elevator walls, loud moans and groans came from the two of you, especially Oli.
‘’Pathetic needy little thing, couldn’t wait until we got to the tour bus after my concert was over.’’ he spat, fucking you into oblivion.
‘’Tell me who makes you feel this way?’’
‘’You! You make me feel this way Oli!’’ you yelled, almost stumbling over your words.
‘’Good fuckin’ girl. And who else can make you feel this damn good?’’ he challenged you.
‘’N-no one else but you, sir! I a-am all yours!’’
A smirk had played upon his lips, the palm of his hand roughly slapping your pussy.
‘’Fuck!’’ a loud cry had escalated out of your tight chest, reaching down to apply more pressure to your clit to try to overstimulate yourself.
‘’Ah ah,’’ he smacked your hand away, ‘’no touching yourself unless I say so.’’
A frustrated, gurgled groan bubbled out of you. Oli continued to pound in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, the head of his cock finally finding your g spot. Burying himself deep inside of you, his head fell into your chest and sweat rolled down the side of his flushed face.
‘’Where can I cum, love? On your pretty little face or inside of your already ruined pussy?’’
‘’Inside of me, I am o-on the pill,’’ you felt your toes beginning to curl, you saw stars flash before your very own eyes.
‘’S-so close…’’ you heard him say, quickening his pace at a much faster speed.
‘’Gonna cum, oh my god!’’ he let out a dramatic moan, painting your walls with his seed.
He pulled out of you and held you up in his arms to get you down off the table to support your balance.
‘’Such a good girl.’’ he praised, letting you get down on your knees.
‘’You know what to do from here.’’
You looked up at the 36 year old man, taking his throbbing length into your hands, pumping him. Oli threw his head back, moaning in pleasure. You mentally pictured him sticking his fingers into his mouth, just like he did that one time at one of his concerts which drove you crazy. His inked hands gently grasped onto strands of your hairs, cursing out.
‘’Ah fuck.. Such a pretty sight. My little flesh light,’’ he chuckled, his breathing progressively getting heavy.
‘’Want to ruin that pretty makeup that’s on your face next,’’
He bucked his hips as you sucked on his base, now taking him all the way into your mouth.
You quickly bobbed your head hard onto his dick, moaning at the taste. Your eyes narrowed up at your boyfriend, who seemed to be overstimulating himself. Gagging down on the end of his length, your eyes began to water and black mascara streamed down your cheeks.
‘’Doing s-so good, holy fuck!’’ he praised you again, a pornographic moan had escaped past his lips, now cumming in your mouth.
Quickly pulling away, you managed to swallow his seed. Leaning up against the wall in exhaustion, he lended out a hand to you. Pulling you straight off the floor, Oli hugged you tightly into a generous embrace.
‘’Was I too rough..?’’ he asked in concern, grabbing a handkerchief from out of his pants pocket and wiping your smeared makeup off of your stinging cheeks.
‘’No, you were amazing.’’ you smiled big, planting a soft kiss onto his wet lips.
He heard his phone buzz suddenly. He picked his clothes up along with his phone to read the message.
Mat N: Where are you guys? Are you okay?
Oli: We’re on our way back, thank you for the concern.
‘’Who texted?’’
‘’Mat, of course. No need to worry, we’ll figure out a way to get out of here.‘’
***TIME SKIP***
‘’Hey Y/N, where were you?’’ Jordan asked, approaching you.
‘’Long story short, but Oli and I were stuck in the elevator.’’ you replied, ‘’Not sure for how long, but we managed to get out.’’
‘’We were worried sick about you, including Pete, Patrick, Joe, and Andy. We all were. But I am glad you guys are okay.’’ he said.
‘’Thank you Jordan, means a lot.’’
‘’Ready to go on stage, Jordan?’’ Lee called out with Vegan by his side waiting.
‘’Ready when you guys are, let’s rock their fuckin’ world. I’ll see you later Y/N, take care.’’ The two of you exchanged goodbyes before separating ways.
Oli was already on stage, doing his own thing. You were backstage, watching your rockstar boyfriend in awe.
‘’So tell all your friends
This is the end of everything
Too late to repent
The wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify (rise, my brethren)
Purify (purge out the sin)
Rejoice in their sorrow and sing
All hail next gen (all hail next gen)
Can I get an amen?’’
You sang along to the words, cheering on for him and his band mates. Everything was going out well right until you received a phone call.
Who is calling me? You thought.
Private number.
You swiped up to answer and held the phone close to your ear.
‘’Hello?’’
‘’Remember me, Y/N?’’
‘’How the ever fuck did you get my number, Jack?’’ You gritted your teeth not amused at your ex boyfriend first coming up to you and Oli’s place, threatening to embarrass you and reveal your secrets, then calling you from out of nowhere.
‘’Chill out. No need to get your panties in a bind. Besides, I hope you’re much happier with that sick ass British out of touch man you’re with now.’’
‘’Excuse me…?’’ you bit your tongue, not trying to make a huge scene.
‘’Yeah, that’s right. Didn’t stutter. You heard me loud and clear. I will never forget what the fuck you did to me. I will ruin your life, until next time, bitch.’’
Your ex hung up the other line of the phone, leaving you speechless.
You fought back tears, Oli took a quick glance over at you,
‘’Y/N?’’ he mouthed, looking very concerned.
You signaled a thumbs up sign to him, pretending you were okay, but in reality you really weren't. You were hurting inside. You wanted to get rid of your ex for good.
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Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant
Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only)
Previous Chapters : 1-12 on Archive of Our Own
Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.
Summary :
“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.”
She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him?
This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.
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Chapter 13:
Everything is so fucked
Chapter title is lyrics from "Teardrops"
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If there was ever a time for the ground to open up beneath my feet and put me out of my misery, it would be now.
Suddenly it was like the band members were taking turns trying to charm me, coming up with any excuse to get my attention, with Mat – the drummer of the group – coming on the strongest by a longshot, having effectively gotten me alone within a couple of hours after getting back on the bus.
We were both down on our knees, rummaging through some luggage next to his bunk as the bus gently swayed from driving along the straight desert motorway. He proclaimed he’d lost his best pair of earplugs that was necessary for the night due to Lee’s obnoxious snoring, which in turn had resulted in a heated argument about who snores the most. Once that settled down he’d casually yelled after me to help him look for them as he was already stalking up the stairs.
I really wasn’t used to this type of attention from men. Besides Oli, I’d only been approached maybe a handful of times – and that includes the creep at last night's party. I always just assumed men didn’t find me too attractive, but now I’m starting to think that maybe it had more to do with how I presented myself to the world. Being as chronically shy as I am, I mostly tried to hide myself, attempting to get as little attention as possible with my wardrobe choices. But since joining the tour – since everything that happened with my ex, and since trying to get out of my shell a bit more, I’ve essentially worn less and less each week, revealing more of my body than I had ever done before.
I knew it had successfully gotten Oli’s attention, but it turns out the others had apparently enjoyed the view as well. And while I was actually quite flattered, I was having enough of a hard time juggling Oli and all the confusing things he was making me feel. The last thing I needed right now was Mat having me go on a wild goose chase for some earplugs I wasn’t sure were missing in the first place.
After a couple minutes looking through the luggage with him, I fished out the second pair of earplugs I’d found, “What about these?”
His eyes lit up, and the warmest smile I’d ever seen on him emerged on his face.
“Bloody brilliant, love. We’d be lost without you.” He said in a low voice, his eyes meeting mine as he took them off of me. I noticed the lust lingering there, despite it being very subdued. Much like Oli, it turns out Mat was also a charmer, just a completely different flavour. Where Oli was passionate and deep, like an ocean and its all-consuming and unpredictable waves, Mat carried an earthy warmth to him. He seemed solid, reliable, in a way that made you feel like you’d known him your whole life.
I gave him a bashful smile before I started packing his luggage back up, but the bus swayed unexpectedly and I fell straight into his lap with a yelp, knocking him into the bunk opposite us from the impact. I held onto him, trying to prevent us from sliding further down the walkway, but he immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me off of him.
“Bloody hell, you alright?” He asked, looking genuinely worried while helping us both back onto our knees – as if falling on him could have somehow injured me, then removed his hands from me completely.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I just knocked you over.” I said with a laugh.
He laughed, “I don’t want to be too forward with you, love.”
Realisation hit; he thought being so physically close to me, having touched me or accidentally felt my body against his, might have been inappropriate in some way – despite it not even having been his fault.
It was both endearing and ironic, considering he’d just made up losing his earplugs to get me alone. I couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“Not too forward? You’ve worked awfully hard to get me alone you know.”
My words slipped out of me before I had a chance to think about what I was saying – or how I was saying it. The flirtatious mood I’d just been in while texting Oli had clearly not worn off yet, and in combination with how relaxed I felt in Mat’s down to earth presence, I had let my guard down entirely, causing me to speak without my usual filter; causing me to sound incredibly flirty.
Panic set in as I saw Mat’s face shift to reveal more of the subdued lust that was emitting off of him, “That obvious, huh?”
Kicking myself mentally, I fumbled for words, not sure how to get myself out of the situation I had so foolishly put myself in. When I failed to produce a response, Mat pulled himself up, holding onto the top bunk as the bus continued to sway gently, then offered me a helping hand. Stunned, I simply took it and let him help me up.
But to my surprise he didn’t let go of my hand once I was standing.
I swallowed, my panic growing further, having me contemplate awkwardly making a run for the stairs, but Mat spoke before my brain had a chance to get itself out of the stunlock.
“You like Meg Myers, right?”
Another wave of shock washed over me; my first day on the tour Mat had asked me what music I was into, I’d blurted out Meg Myers in a rush as I was busy attempting to check off everything on Liam’s tasklist.
I couldn’t believe he remembered.
“Y-yes.” I answered, as it was the only response I could find while my fingers still rested in Mat’s warm and calloused hand.
“Well I know tomorrow’s schedule is unusually chaotic, but we’ve planned to spend some time with the opening bands after the gig. Just backstage of course, so about as informal as it gets,” He started, his sunny smile reappearing on his lips, this time laced with a suggestiveness that made me feel a blush creep up my face, “Would be lovely to spend some time with you then… Cause I gave Meg Myers a listen and I have to say I’m really enjoying what I’ve heard so far, both lyrically and musically she’s pretty impressive. Maybe we could talk about other music you like, or just get to know each other a little better in general.”
As he watched me with questioning eyes, having essentially just asked me out on a date, I was struggling to not visibly hyperventilate. Not only was I the reason he didn’t know what was going on between me and Oli, but I had also just unintentionally led him on by very obviously flirting with him.
It felt incredibly cruel to turn him down now, but I knew I had to.
I opened my mouth to speak, to let him down as gently as I possibly could, but he brought my hand up to his lips and gave it a chaste kiss, “I’ll save a seat next to me, love.”
Throwing me one last smile, he let go of my hand and began taking strides towards the stairs. I wanted to tell him to stop, to let him know I wasn’t up for anything he was suggesting, but he had disappeared before my tangled mind had sorted itself out.
Shit.
I was left standing in front of Mat’s open luggage, wondering how today had turned itself so completely upside down, so very quickly.
Trying not to cry out of frustration, I put away Mat’s luggage in a rush and started descending the stairs.
I couldn’t even make eye contact with Oli as I made a bee-line for the front of the bus; I decided that it was best if I spent the rest of the evening up front with Liam, where, hopefully, no one else would attempt to ask me out on a date.
As soon as I collapsed into the seat next to him he flooded me with apologies,
“Listen, Alice. I’m so sorry for asking about the nap thing at the diner, I had no clue it would spark such questions, but it was entirely too risky of me regardless.”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault – they apparently already knew.” I said, feeling a nearly hysterical laughter trying to push its way up my throat.
“Wait, seriously?”
“Oh and Mat just asked me on a date.”
“What!?” Liam’s eyes went wide as saucers.
As I filled him in on all the details I was struck with such an overwhelming sense of dread that for a short moment I considered simply quitting this job and flying back home to England on the next available flight. The thought of spiralling down into suicidal misery and rotting in bed all day somehow felt more appealing than the prospect of these lies and broken hearts.
But as soon as I finished talking, Liam said something that snapped me out of it enough to at least consider my options further before throwing in the towel on the mess I’d created.
“Fucking hell, Alice... At least your life isn’t boring.”
While he had said it with pity in his heart, I couldn’t help but feel some hope. Because while my life was a complete disaster at the moment, I had, at the very least, managed to break free from the zombie-like state I’d been trapped in for the past 11 years.
When Liam parked up for the night I waited up front until everyone had gone upstairs. It wasn’t until the noises died down that I readied myself for bed and gingerly made my way up the steps to the second floor.
As soon as I pulled the privacy curtain on my bunk shut, I picked up my phone, knowing I had to fill Oli in on the events.
“Alice: Mat asked me to hangout with him tomorrow after the concert.”
I cringed as I had intentionally avoided the word ‘date’, but I knew the same point still came across.
His response came quickly.
“Oli: What did you say?”
“Alice: He didn’t give me a chance to respond.”
“Oli: Are you interested in him?”
Another quick response, followed up by an immediate reminder of the deal we struck earlier.
“Oli: Remember, no lying.”
His question made me feel uneasy, because the truth is someone like Mat used to be the exact type of guy I would find attractive. I would easily get crushes on guys that were charming in similar ways, or came across as laid back and down to earth. It didn’t help that he was the spitting image of a guy I used to have a work crush a couple of years ago.
It also didn’t help that he reminded me a fair bit of my ex. Or at least who he was in the beginning of our relationship, before things started to go down hill – before he changed. So I can’t help but feel like I could have enjoyed spending time with Mat, if it wasn’t for a certain someone who had taken me by storm, making me question what my type is at all anymore.
I took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to respond while both being honest, and trying to cause as little unnecessary jealousy as possible.
“Alice: I’m not sure he’s my type anymore.”
There was a longer pause between responses this time, causing me to tense up.
“Oli: Is your type by any chance a 3.8, singer from Sheffield?”
The tension left my body. Despite the knot in my stomach feeling like I was leading him on, some light-hearted flirting was a nice change of pace to our previously serious conversation. Plus it was hard to fight the urge to flirt with him, it just came so naturally.
“Alice: You know you’re a 10.”
“Oli: Is that so? We should go together perfectly then.”
I internally kicked myself as I felt the panic starting to grow again. It was just light-hearted flirting after all – something I had welcomed with open arms, and so willingly joined in on just a second ago. Yet the overwhelming sense of pressure I felt at his words was undeniable.
I knew I had to take some time to search within myself, to at least attempt to organise the chaos inside me and figure out what I need to do going forward with Oli. So I shoved the phone under my pillow, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
Some time passed as I tried to centre myself, and the sounds of soft snoring could be heard all around me alongside the wind from the outside.
As I laid there trying to imagine different outcomes with Oli, and how they all made me feel, I continuously felt myself reaching for the mark on my wrist that he had so lovely kissed earlier today. The more times it happened, the more pressure was building inside me. I could feel a lump grow in my throat filled with trapped emotions that I didn’t know how to draw out without falling apart.
A vibration sounded from beneath my pillow.
“Oli: Night, love.”
It was such a short message, nothing special at all really, yet the emotions that rushed through my body at the sight of it left me with an intense urge to have him here with me in my bunk, holding me as I slept.
I have feelings for him.
My heart began to race at the thought. I didn’t want to allow myself to slip back into panic and run away from my emotions again, instead I gently touched the idea, allowing myself to warm up to the thought, knowing I don’t have time to run away anymore.
But all I could feel was deep, deep discomfort.
Sure, I was terrified, but it was more than that. Something a lot larger and complicated that yanked me in so many different directions I thought my limbs would be torn straight off.
Oli had stirred up so much in me, made me question things about myself, but there was one thing he had instilled in me with complete certainty; there are islands of undiscovered territory within my mind, soul, and heart – I feel incomplete, floating somewhere in the void, not quite tangible or actualized.
Should I really be with anyone at all when I understand this little about myself?
The thought of pursuing something – anything beyond what we were currently doing, made me feel a similar dread to the notion of never talking to him again. So what do you even do with that knowledge? How am I supposed to do anything but suspend myself in this state forever, to simply let myself enjoy him as long as I could before reaching whatever breaking point that was necessary to push me out of it.
I felt the sting of unshed tears behind my eyes.
I have feelings for him.
The shaking took hold of me as the floodgates opened involuntarily, sobbing as quietly as I could, hoping the sounds around me would drown me out as I wept, and I wouldn’t wake anyone.
Another vibration.
“Oli: Do you want me to come lay with you?”
I couldn’t help it, the tears came stronger at his thoughtful message, causing more shaking, and more subtle sounds to escape me.
I guess I hadn’t been as quiet as I’d hoped.
Suddenly I could hear the rustle of fabrics, and the subtle sounds of footsteps coming towards me. Then the curtain of my bunk was silently, ever so gently, pulled back to reveal the silhouette of a kneeling man, the man I apparently had feelings for, only the moonlight spilling in from the skylight letting me see hints of his sympathetic features. Wordlessly he leaned in, reaching out to wipe away some of my tears, caressing my cheek with such tenderness it threatened to unleash the restraints I had put on my crying, and made the lump in my throat grow infinitely more painful as I had to work overtime to push it down. Regardless of the pain, I couldn’t help but lean into his caress, the gesture filling me with such comfort despite coming from the reason I was crying in the first place.
My acceptance of his touch was all it took, he gestured for me to move over so he could slip in next to me. As soon as I did he carefully nestled me into his chest, holding me tight as I silently wept into his t-shirt in the cramped space of the bunk.
The longer I bathed in his scent, in his warmth, and the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat beneath my head, the more consumed with guilt I became.
I felt horrible for accepting his comfort. It wasn’t right, not with the realisations I just had.
One of the hands that had been holding onto me, let go in order to pull the curtain shut, making it seem like he intended to stay.
“You shouldn’t sleep here.” I whispered as softly as I could.
“I won’t. I’ll leave in a bit.” He replied, the whisper barely audible, his breath tickling the hair on top of my head.
The tears continued to stream from my eyes, soaking his shirt. I should tell him to leave now, I shouldn’t allow myself to steal this moment. But my heart wanted him to stay so desperately I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of him.
All I could do was apologise.
“I’m sorry.”
He didn’t respond, he just held me tighter, causing me to feel both infinitely better and worse all at once. I was so fed up with crying, I’d been crying more the past week than I had in years.
Some time passed and my tears finally came to a stop. I was so worn out from all the emotions, from all the guilt, that I just let myself relish the sensation of his hands on me, caressing me slowly, holding me close. How his body so effortlessly, so perfectly moulded to mine... I didn’t want the night to end.
But all things come to an end.
I must have nodded off, because before I knew it I was startled awake by the source of my comfort moving; Oli had opened the curtain and was attempting to untangle himself from me.
Without thinking I grabbed for him, not wanting him to leave, not wanting the emptiness to replace him.
My vision must have adjusted to the darkness because I could make out his features so much clearer now. He wore a similar expression to the one that had caused me to run away in fear in the storage room that night in the arena; filled to the brim with deep sadness and longing – an expression that clearly only surfaced when shrouded in darkness.
But I felt no fear this time.
“Stay.” I mouthed against my better judgement.
The confusion on him was obvious.
He studied my face for a long, thoughtful moment, then shook his head. I was hit with a pang of disappointment, but I wasn’t about to push him, especially when I didn’t know his reasons for wanting to leave. He gave my forehead a soft kiss, then slipped away.
The emptiness that followed was as hollow and cold as I’d expected it to be, leaving my night full of broken sleep and anxious thoughts of tomorrow.
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in love with the mess
noah sebastian x reader x oli sykes
content : smut, fluff, and a dash of angst
summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?
Let me know if you want to be tagged in this, I'm hopefully gonna get the first chapter out this weekend and I can't wait to share it with you guys, I hope you like it, at least a little bit 💗💗, likes/reblogs/comments/asks go far to keep my motivation up 🥰
Little teaser under the cut!!
#noah sebastian#oli sykes#noah sebastian fic#oli sykes fic#noah sebastian x reader#oli sykes x reader#in love with the mess
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xxrainstorm’s masterlist
I’m gonna apologize in advance I’m pretty new to this I have zero idea what I’m doing and I hope this works they way that I want it to but I see a bunch of people post and pin their masterlists so I figured ifd I would give it a shot as well. I am very new to writing fan fiction (well at least posting it) Right now it’s mostly Bad Omens but I will probably get around to some Will Ramos and Oli Sykes shit too as I adore them as well. I will always do my best to put content warnings in the description. If the title has an asterisk* next to it then the story contains smut. Criticism is always greatly appreciated just please don’t be too mean. Thank y’all for the reads. I love y’all 💛💛💛
18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
BAD OMENS
Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson
Raring*
Restless*
Nicholas Ruffilo
Nick Folio
Noah Sebastian
Crossovers
Afraid of the Dark* (Nick R + Noah x fem reader)
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