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JR Bourne self tape audition - The After

JR Bourne's self-made audition tape for the role of Wade in the movie The After. The role went to Adrian Pasdar instead. Travesty.

I actually found it!

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

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

I miss the way you say my name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Almost as old as you."

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, mid-30s" I smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go on."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled with satisfaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What am I?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nick!" I shouted happily.

"At last. She can't wait."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

His question saved me for a brief moment.

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"3 weeks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who wants to bet that it’s Bad Omens?

MEDUSA - Part Two.

REPOSTED VERSION!!!

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

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

WC: 1.697 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the bet • bad omens

pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader

words: 8.4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noah shrugged, eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.

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

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

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

Anything to distract himself from the tension.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noah and Jolly nodded along.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bet.”

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just- forgot something in my room.”

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

One more night wouldn’t hurt, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was this close to winning the bet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You laughed, raising a brow.

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

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

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

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

“And now what?” You asked.

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And really? You didn’t mind at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melting into his chest you wrapped your arms around him.

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you fucked all my friends.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noah smiled down at you with pride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A bet Noah? Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian Teaser

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

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

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

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

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

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

My girl's bed.

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

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