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Just Pretend-Twenty Five

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Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.�� A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: I AM SO FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK ME ALMOST TWO MONTHS TO UPDATE. I love you all for sticking with us through this terrible lull. But I promise(well hope to) not go so long in between updates again. Hopefully, it was well worth the wait.

Also, please let me know if the tags didn't work. Tumblr has been a pain in my ass with them lately and with how many of you wanted to be tagged, I want to make sure I didn't miss any!

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We are Fallenvvitch. Goodnight.

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READER

I hummed along to the tune that played on the speakers, swaying my hips, as I moved around the room helping Matt set up the equipment.

“You don’t have to help, Y/N. You should sit and relax,” Matt said while I handed him a specific cord he was looking for to hook up to one of the speakers.

I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’ve always been a workhorse so the idea of sitting on my ass while you all are working doesn’t feel right.”

He smiled. “Have I mentioned that you and Noah are perfect for each other?”

“Once or twice,” I shrugged with a hint of a smirk.

There was a faraway look in Matt’s eyes, one I’ve recognized all too well; loneliness.

“Hey,” I nudged him with an elbow. “Everything alright?”

He let out a long breath before adjusting his hat, keeping his eyes cast down at his laptop, the program he uses for mixing the songs up on the screen.

“Promise not to tell the guys? I don’t need them giving me shit for it,” he said.

Immediately I nodded and crossed my heart so he continued. “I see what all of you guys have and sometimes, a part of me wonders if I’ll ever get anything even close to it.”

I frowned. “Matt, you will! I don’t want to sound cliche, but that person for you is out there. They’ll show up when you stop looking. Neither Noah nor I were looking for a relationship, and look where we are now. It wasn’t an easy or short road by any means but we got here.”

“It might be too late for me,” he grumbled under his breath before clicking away at his computer. Just as my lips moved to say something, Noah’s voice came through the speakers in the room.

“Angel, I love you.”

My cheeks burned as I glanced over at him with a wide smile to which he shrugged.

“I had to test if the microphones worked,” he said.

“Right,” I giggled while walking over to the area of the room that was set up for band rehearsals.

Bad Omens were going on tour in two weeks, the first one since they rebranded themselves with this new era. Everyone was nervous because they wanted to make sure everything went perfectly. Part of me felt sad and guilty that I wasn’t able to go on the first set of shows because Hollow Souls had media planned.

That may be why I kept trying to help out any way I could with the rehearsals; to show Noah and everyone else that I supported them.

However, I did plan on meeting Noah for the last three shows, which seemed to ease the sadness on his face. We’d only ever gone a few days without seeing each other since we got together, so now that we were about to go without seeing each other for nearly two weeks, my heart hurt.

Cheesy, but it was true.

Noah’s hands immediately found my hips and brought me close to him, my hands resting on his chest.

“What’s wrong with Matt?” He nodded behind me.

I played with the strings of his Hereditary sweatshirt. We just watched the movie with Jolly and Astrid last night, and my brain was still swirling with the ending.

“I think he’s starting to feel a little alone. He sees us, Jolly and Astrid, Jesse and Maxine, and starts to feel like he missed his time,” I said under my breath so others wouldn’t hear.

The corner of Noah’s mouth pulled down on a line as he kept his eyes on Matt.

“Maybe the tour will help clear his mind,” he said with a sad sigh.

“Oh, about that,” I pulled the string of his hoodie again to pull his attention to me. “Are you still upset that I'm stealing Lana from you guys?”

He chuckled before squeezing my hips. “No, angel. Hollow Souls need her more than Bad Omens do. Plus, she found a replacement for her so Bryan doesn’t have to do most of the photography. I think it’s Lana’s cousin.”

“Good because Malcolm felt like shit. But we don’t have a full-time photographer and want to get these promo shots out as soon as possible. Lana accepted before she knew about your tour-.”

Noah hushed my ramblings with a gentle kiss to my lips, one that we both smiled into.

“Y/N, it’s alright,” he muttered against my lips.

Staring up into those almond eyes I loved so much, I eventually nodded and patted his chest.

“Okay.”

Linking our fingers together, Noah led me to the other end of the room where Davis was working on filling up the boxes of merch.

“I want to show you the new look we have planned for our stage outfits,” Noah said.

My eyes widened, almost forgetting that the guys talked about changing a lot with this new era. He showed me the pants, tank top, button-up shirt, and jacket; all black. But what kept my attention was at the top of the table, Bad Omens symbols calling to me.

“Ski mask?” I questioned.

Noah smirked while putting it on, those eyes darkening when I sucked in a breath.

“What does the mask represent?” I now asked.

“My vision,” he said while adjusting it.

“Ah, yes the vision,” I emphasized while rolling my eyes playfully.

Noah pointed to his head. “It’s all in my brain.”

“You have a lot going on in there,” I chuckled but kept a careful eye on the mask, assessing it while feeling the burn ignite within.

“When you don’t occupy over 95% of it,” Noah shrugged but then narrowed his eyes. “Is the mask doing it for you, angel?”

Davis tossed down one of the shirts he was folding and began walking away, muttering something under his breath.

“Can’t they wait until I’m out of the room?”

I licked my lips, doing my best to appear not turned on by the image of Noah in the mask.

“Maybe. But I still think you’re missing one thing,” I said with a low voice.

Somehow I could tell he raised a brow. “Yeah?”

Slinking up closer to him, I raked my nails down the exposed skin of his neck while whispering over his lips.

“Those grillz I found hiding in your bathroom drawer,” I nibbled on his bottom lip before walking past him, purposely putting a little sway in my hips knowing he was watching.

For the next few hours, I watched them rehearse the new setlist they created for the tour. I stood next to Matt in his makeshift sound desk, every so often watching what he was doing, and when they started to rehearse The Death of Peace of Mind, I couldn’t help but smirk when I thought back to the memory of hearing the song for the first time.

Noah must have been as well because as he moved in place with the microphone held tight in his grasp, his eyes met mine before winking.

“I miss the way you say my name. The way you bend, the way you break. Your makeup running down your face. The way you fuck, the way you taste,” his angelic voice sang.

“Woo!” I yelled while holding up a finger.

Suddenly a warm hue crept over my face when I realized I had said that out loud and slunk farther down in the chair next to Matt.

“Woo?” He asked with a teasing grin.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged while playing with a piece of lint on my sweatpants. “It just works. Every time I listen to the song, I always add the woo.”

Noah, whose own smirk was wide and prideful, leaned against the mic stand; they had stopped playing with my embarrassing outburst.

“I like it, it’s cute,” he admitted.

“Maybe you should do it on tour,” Folio suggested to Noah with a wiggle of his brows.

Groaning, I gathered up my things before walking up to Noah and kissing him.

“I have to go. I have my appointment with Dr. Poulos. I’ll call you after.”

“Don’t forget about this weekend, angel,” Noah pointed a finger.

I nodded with a pout. “Right, our super secret date that I don’t get any hints for.”

When Noah bid me goodbye with a gentle pat on my ass, Jolly’s voice stopped me before I could leave.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?” I adjusted the strap of my bag.

He scratched at the large bun of hair on top of his head. “Is your therapist seeing new patients?”

“Are you interested in therapy?” I asked with a raised brow.

“No,” Jolly shook his head with a sigh. “For Astrid. The last couple of weeks, she’s not been herself. I think with the upcoming anniversary of her father's death, she’s taking it hard but won’t talk to me about it.”

My heart sank for one of my best friends. We just hung out last night and I hadn’t noticed anything was wrong with her.

“Shit, I had no idea.”

Jolly set down his guitar. “She hides it very well. I only know bits and pieces about what happened to her father but I think she had someone else to talk about it with, it would help her.”

“Definitely,” I nodded. “I’ll grab a card from Dr. Poulos and put in a good word.”

Jolly placed a kiss on the side of my head. “Thank you.”

NOAH

The songs of birds danced around us as I held tightly on Y/N’s hands, the waves crashing at the pier below us and she clutched something tightly in her chest.

“You didn’t have to buy this for me, you know?”

Even though she tried to chastise me for spending my money on her, I knew from the smile on her face that she was happy to have a new wolf stuffed animal; one that mirrored the one I gave her back on our tour together.

The one Trey threw out of the window of their tour bus.

We spent our entire afternoon at the California Wolf Center, seeing different packs of wolves up close and learning about them. The smile that Y/N had on her face as she bent low in front of the fence to say hello to one of the wolves a few feet away from her made my heart flutter wildly in my chest.

If I didn’t already know that I loved her, I’d probably tell her for the first time at that moment.

After a long drive back into the city, we decided to walk onto the pier for some ice cream.

“I want to take care of you, angel,” I squeezed her hand as I led her towards a bench on the white sand.

We both sat and watched the waves for a few minutes while Y/N read her book. I had my arm wrapped around her, smelling the hint of vanilla in her hair and the floral scent of her perfume as it clung to her skin, and glanced over to the bench across from us. It was an older couple, the man reading a book to his wife, and I cocked my head to the left, something about them oddly familiar.

“Angel,” I rubbed her shoulder.

She hummed, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading. I glanced at the title when she pulled it out of her bag.

The Dare by Harley Laroux.

When I asked what it was about, Y/N’s face turned crimson before waving me off and muttered something about how I wouldn’t like it. But when I read a few sentences over her shoulder, I could see why she blushed.

Something about the girl being bent over the guy’s lap in a movie room and getting spanked repeatedly.

“Y/N,” I said her name this time, pulling her attention away from the book and up to me. “Haven’t we seen them before?”

She followed my gaze over to the older couple and pursed her lips, trying to think if we had.

“We have! In South Carolina. You joined me at that cafe when I went to order all of us coffee that day on tour. They were walking ahead of us.”

Suddenly the light clicked on and I nodded when that day crept into my mind. I’d been so nervous to be alone with Y/N at the time but being so close to her in line and having her scent engulf me for the first time told me that she would sink herself deep inside of me.

“What are the odds,” I muttered with a smile.

“He’s reading a book to her,” Y/N mused.

I dragged my fingers up and down her arm while gazing down at her. “Do you think he’s reading her a dirty book like the one you’re reading?”

She smacked my chest causing an uproar of laughter from me.

“Are you going to get me some ice cream or what?” She raised a brow with a playful smile.

I brushed a kiss along her forehead. “What kind?”

Y/N tapped her chin in mock thought. “I’ll take a fudgsicle, please.”

With a sweet kiss on her lips, I let her by herself with the wolf stuffed animal and book and walked over to the concession stand, noticing a long line already.

It was a cool autumn day and everyone wanted to spend the last few hours of daylight outside. I, however, needed to waste another hour until we were able to head back to my house. As the line moved up slowly, I glanced down at my phone to read the last text conversation in the group chat with my roommates.

Michael: Where are we supposed to stay tonight?

Jesse: I’m staying at Maxine’s and Jolly’s staying with Astrid.

Michael: Oh way to rub it in. I guess I’ll bunk with Malcolm and Chase.

Me: Salem misses you 😂

Michael: I swear, if that cat bites my feet again in the middle of the night, I’m going to drop him off with you guys.

Jolly: Everything is set up, Noah. We’ll be out of the house in an hour.

Jesse: I don’t want to know what you have planned tonight but all I ask is please don’t touch my strawberries. They’re from Matt’s garden.

I laughed while stuffing my phone back into the pocket of my gray sweatshirt and moved forward in line. My hood was up and pulled low over the brim of my hat, making it hard for anyone to recognize me. We’d been fortunate enough all day not to be bothered by fans but now seeing how busy the pier was, I wanted to be extra careful. Y/N and I had yet to make our relationship public and we were hoping to keep it as quiet as long as we could since we were becoming very private people.

As the line shifted again, I noticed the older gentleman was now standing in front of me. With a quick glance back over to the seating on the beach, I saw Y/N still reading her book then realized the older woman was by herself, only to realize that her husband was standing in front of me, muttering something about the prices under his breath.

“That will be $5.95,” the younger woman smiled.

“My lord, how times have changed. What do we expect in this economy?” He said.

I stifled a laugh behind my hand as I rubbed at my jaw. “You’re not kidding.”

The older man patted the pockets of his tan jacket and then his pants. “I seem to have forgotten my wallet. Here, let this young man go ahead, I think my wife has my wallet.”

While reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and waved to the worker behind the booth.

“I’ll get it. Can you add a fudgesicle and vanilla cone, please?” I asked with a smile.

As the worker went to work about getting my ice cream, the older man turned to look up at me; literally.

“Oh, my. You’re a tall fella, you must have eaten your vegetables when you were a kid,” the man adjusted his glasses.

“I’m a fan of tomatoes,” I shrugged with a laugh.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he nodded towards the concessions where the worker handed him his two vanilla cones.

“It’s not a problem,” I smiled at the worker after dropping a twenty on the counter, telling her to keep the change.

“You’ve got a name, son?” The older man asked as we both began walking back towards the beach.

“Noah,” I answered after a lick of my ice cream.

The burst of vanilla bean pleasured my taste buds and exploded in my mouth. It reminded me of something I’d like to try later.

“Well, I’ll be,” he chuckled. “That’s my name although I had it a lot longer than you, but-.”

He waved me off but then pointed to the exposed tattoos on my fingers. “So what do you do, Noah? You have those tattoos all over and a cool haircut. Let me guess. The arts?”

I nodded with a grin. “Yes, sir. You hit the nail right on the head! How about you?”

“Ah, what can I say? I know a thing or two about predicting things. And I’ve worked quite a few different jobs in my lifetime. Restored an old house and made an art studio for my sweetheart, even got myself in the paper. But now, the two of us are here on vacation.”

We came to a stop right where the sand and concrete met and Noah smiled while pointing over to the bench I first noticed them.

“That’s my Allie over there. Do you have a sweetheart, young Noah?”

“I do,” I grinned. “She’s sitting right over there, the one with the book and wolf stuffed animal.”

Old Noah’s tired eyes drifted over to where Y/N was sitting, the wind blowing through her hair, and the sight of her looking so at peace made my heart swell.

“You know,” I shifted on my feet. “We’ve actually seen you and your wife before. It was a few years ago at a coffee shop in South Carolina. It’s a little place called Palmieri.”

Old Noah’s eyes widened. “Well, I’ll be. What a small world. There’s no way I’d remember a name like that.”

I licked at the chocolate ice cream that ran down my hand from Y/N’s fudgesicle and shrugged. “It’s a place that means a lot to me.”

“How funny is that?” Old Noah’s chuckle shook his whole small frame before giving me a wink. “If I learned anything over my lifetime, Noah. It’s that fate will always prevail.”

I couldn’t help but make a face at that, only because I was becoming such a private person so it shocked me that this older man could understand parts of my life without giving much away. All of the odds and chances were starting to feel very Twilight Zone. It made me feel vulnerable and shocked that things from the universe were real. Everyone had been saying it ever since I walked off the bus on the first day of the tour and shook her hand for the first time.

Y/N was my soulmate and I was hers.

Old Noah must have caught the look on my face and patted my shoulder. “Don’t go too far in your head, son. It could be hard to get out of.”

“Yeah,” I muttered under my breath.

“Well, all I’ll say is hold your sweetheart close, Noah. A woman like that is hard to come by. I promise, if the two of you treat each other right, you will live the best life together.”

I nodded with a smile. “Thank you, sir.”

Old Noah took a few slow steps before glancing back toward me. “Thank you for being so kind, Noah. You don’t see that much anymore. Have a great rest of your day.”

“You too.”

I made sure to watch as he made it back to his wife, slowly sitting down next to her and handing her the ice cream cone. There was something in the way she smiled at him; almost as if she was trying to remember something.

Then, I glanced over to Y/N, who still had her face buried in her book with a deep crimson hue covering her cheeks to the tips of her ears. Whatever she was reading in that book had her flustered in ways that made her pull at the collar of her shirt and shift in her spot on the bench. My eyes cast downward to her wrist, the metal chain catching the setting sun and I peeked down at my own. A sudden flash of a hospital bed appeared in my mind but was gone just as quickly.

Shaking it off, I reached Y/N and handed her the fudgesicle.

“Thank you, mochi,” she beamed at me after setting her book down.

We ate in silence for a few moments until I noticed a strand of hair falling into her face, nearly into the ice cream, so I brushed it away and tucked it behind her ear.

“Your hair. It was going to get sticky.”

She left a kiss on my cheek, the butterflies in my stomach having a whirlwind of a time.

“You’re always taking care of me, Noah. Are you going to get ice cream out of my hair even when we’re old and gray?” Y/N asked.

I pressed a cold kiss to her forehead. “That’s the plan.”

Old and gray.

“How do you think I’d look old and gray?” I wondered after finishing off my ice cream cone.

“Oh, handsome as ever and wearing a black cardigan. I bet you’ll still have the Levi cut,” she mockingly teased, resting her head on my shoulder.

The sounds of the waves crashing ashore and laughter from the families and variety of couples brought a weird sense of calm to my ever-racing mind and heart. I did my best to heed Old Noah’s advice to not get so far in my own mind and right now, with Y/N by my side, it made it easier. The last couple of years hadn’t been easy for either of us, especially the times we almost lost each other due to our own fucked up style of communicating. But because of therapy, we were learning and growing.

When I watched a couple, no younger than us, splash each other in the water, I was reminded of a time, long ago, when Y/N and I did the same.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?" She asked when she came to a stop in front of me.

"Well," I ran a hand over my chin to show I was thinking deeply about this question. "According to the fanbase, they see me as a duck so I guess that."

"I love that! Oh, you know what would be funny?" She grinned.

I shrugged. "No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me."

"When you scream to Dethrone, you should be funny by saying this is dethrone you quacks, instead of fucks. It'd be a way of showing the fans you read everything online," she deadpanned before falling into a fit of giggles and looking up to the darkening skies above her.

Seeing how much that small joke made her laugh made me make a mental note to say that next tour.

"What about you? What bird would you be?"

"A crow," she answered so fast, almost as if she thought about this question in depth before. "They’re mysterious, they’re misunderstood and always take care of the ones they love.”

I hummed with her answer. "I can see that. You'd make a lovely crow."

She bumped her shoulder with me as the waves crashed harder around us. "You'd make a pretty cool duck. And we'd be bird friends."

"Well," I glided my hands through the water. "If you're a bird, then I'm a bird."

“Angel,” I asked, pulling her attention away from her book.

“Hm?”

“If we were birds, would we be bird lovers? Because last time, we were bird friends,” I said.

The corners of Y/N's lips curled up in a smile as if the memory was replaying in her mind like a movie.

“We’d be the best bird lovers,” she breathed with a kiss on my lips.

Wrapping my arm around her, we let the silence fall between us again, truly enjoying this moment together. Ever since we both released new albums, our work schedule had been packed with constant media or preparing for the upcoming tour. This was a rare weekend where we all had off so neither of us was in a rush to leave.

Well, until I got a text from Jolly letting me know that the house was empty.

“I think there’s a fireworks show tonight at the pier,” Y/N said while looking at her phone.

Fireworks at the pier.

“Noah! Stop!” Y/N giggled while wrapping her arms around my neck.

“What?” I stopped spinning. “Let you go?”

She shrieked as I nearly dropped her. “No, you idiot! Don’t let me go!”

As if I had just been slapped in the face, I sat up straighter when everything clicked into the constantly moving puzzle pieces inside my mind.

“It’ll all connect, everything!” I muttered while chewing on my bottom lip.

“Conjuring magic there?”

Y/N’s giggles snapped my head towards hers as I did myself to calm my thoughts so she could understand.

“Remember at breakfast when Jolly and I were telling you our future plans for Bad Omens?”

She nodded, a pretty confused look on her face. “Yes?”

“The comics, the music videos, all of it. It’ll connect,” I rambled on my idea when she still looked at me confused.

“So, the covers would be what ifs?” Y/N asked after a moment.

I snapped my finger with an eager nod. “Yes, exactly!”

There was still hesitation on her face as she turned to face me head-on, fingers meddling with the chain around her wrist.

“Just Pretend? Don’t you think it kind of gives away the elusiveness of everything? Of us?” Y/N wondered.

“Not at all, angel. Let me explain,” I linked our fingers together and then went about spending the next couple of minutes explaining my grand idea.

READER

Oh. My. Gods.

I came to a halt in the middle of Noah’s living room, all of my breath stolen by the bright and colorful sight in front of me. On every living room and kitchen surface were bouquets; of different sizes, colors, and kinds. On the mantle of the fireplace was a large purple bouquet of Violets. On the end table next to the couch was one of blue orchids. Spread out along the kitchen island were three large vases of pale pink peonies. Besides the flowers, candles were lit and spread out throughout the open space.

Words felt foreign on my lips as I looked at all the other array of flowers, feeling the tears well up in the corners of my eyes and my throat burned when I tried not to let out a sob.

“Noah,” I choked while turning to look at him. “What is all of this?”

He was leaning against the front door with an apprehensive look on his face. Immediately, I could tell he was nervous with how tense his shoulders were.

“We never spent Valentine’s Day together,” Noah stood up straighter and cleared his throat when it cracked.

“But it’s March,” you giggled.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know. But I wanted to give this to you. I’m trying to make up for our lost time together.”

I walked over to the bouquets of Violets on the mantel and breathed in the sweet scent. “Do each of these have a significance?”

This seemed to break Noah out of his nervous stupor because he took off his hood, shaking his hair before coming over to me.

“I’m glad you asked, angel,” he smiled. “The orchids and peonies represent love and admiration in Asia. The violets, also known as the Sumire, represent life and sincerity. Its small size and delicate nature represent deep affection for someone. These flowers are very important in Japan.”

You hummed while plucking one out of the face and twirling it between your fingers.

“Can you guess which ones are my favorite?”

When Noah shook his head, I plucked another one from the vase this time tucking it behind his ear.

“The violets because my affection for you runs deep. But I think you already knew that,” you pecked his lips.

Noah gave me a bashful smile while casting his eyes down at our feet, a crimson hue coloring his face. So I cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me, and I could feel the nervousness almost burn my palm.

“Mochi,” you breathed. “You’re more nervous now than when you showed me my art studio.”

He rubbed at his cheek before motioning to the flowers around us. “I’ve never done this before. Dates and being romantic. I guess I want everything to be perfect. You deserve it.”

I brought the flower that was held between my fingers up to his nose, brushing it over the freckles there which in turn, made Noah scrunch up his nose with a quiet chuckle.

The sight of him like this, bashful and giggling, made me weak in the knees so I kept myself up by grasping at the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“Noah, it’s just me. You don’t have to do all of this or be nervous. You know I’d be perfectly fine with a simple rose stem.”

“It’s not just you, angel. It’s all of you, everything I do now is for you. I want to make you happy,” he said while locking his hands behind my neck.

“You do make me happy, mochi,” you professed while playing with the flower behind his ear.

“I know,” he nodded assuringly. “But I-I didn’t have a chance to express how much I love you and want to take care of you. You mean so much to me and whatever I can do to prove that to you, I will.”

His smile was slanted slightly and his cheeks were still flushed as he twirled a piece of hair around his lock fingers before locking them behind my neck again; keeping me in place.

Not that I minded. I had no reason to leave.

“I know. I love you for it,” I kissed those lips that always tasted light and sweet, like honey. All I could taste now was how unbitter it all was.

There was no goodbye.

All him, all sweet.

“You’re adorable like this, mochi. Bashful every time we kiss.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before capturing my lips again. “Laugh it up you little brat. I need your lips like I need oxygen.”

Little brat.

Those two words made an inferno burn deep within my core and I let out a soft moan. Titling up my chin with slight defiance at him, I gave him a teasing wink.

“Why don’t I show you how much of a little brat I can be?”

My breath fanned over his lips, a tease to his words, then when something dark flashed across his eyes I knew that I had less than three seconds to create some distance between us. My laughter echoed through the space of Noah’s house as his loud footsteps chased after me. I ran from his living room, through the kitchen, and into his bedroom with his tall presence hot on my ass.

I wanted him on me in more ways than one.

Once inside his bedroom, I stayed on one side of the bed while Noah stood on the other, both of our chests rising and falling trying to catch our breath. His hair had become disheveled in our chase and it was falling into his face, him not making a move to brush it back. Those dark eyes stared me down through the even darker tendrils and my stomach flipped when Noah cocked his head to the side.

“I’m waiting,” he held out his hands to the side.

I raised a brow. “For what?”

“For you to show me how bratty you can be,” the speed at which his tongue snapped out to wet his lips was astonishing.

A devious smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth before I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes, letting them pool at my feet. I stood in front of Noah in nothing but a pair of crimson panties.

“Angel,” Noah’s voice rumbled deep in his chest.

“What?” I shrugged, innocently.

These were his favorite pair of panties. He always raved at how they stood out against my skin tone.

“I can smell you from here,” his nostrils flared.

“You cannot,” I scoffed while placing my hands on my hips, purposely cocking my left hip out.

Noah didn’t say anything, instead, he hooked a finger and beckoned me over to him. I shook my head with a wicked gleam in my eyes.

“I’m actually kind of tired,” I stretched my arms wide, faking a yawn. “I’m going to take a shower.”

As I stepped around the bed, Noah’s quick reflexes met me halfway causing me to scream and I jumped up on the bed to get away from him. I made it two steps on top of his bed until his strong arms wrapped around me from behind, tackling me to the bed.

“Angel,” Noah grunted while thrusting his hips into mine. “You’re such a tease.”

I bit back a moan. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Really?” His long finger grazed over the lacey material of my panties, teasing my clit.

This time I was unable to hold back the moan especially when his finger slipped underneath my panties to now gather my arousal to my clit. Noah’s teeth grazed over my collarbone, tasting me and humming in approval.

Until some noise from his computer went off and made him groan before climbing off the bed.

“What is that?” I asked while resting up on my elbows.

Noah clicked on his mouse a few times. “Orie wants me to get in a game with him.”

Suddenly, a thought came to mind and I tip-toed over to Noah, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind.

“Play a game with him,” I breathed against the shell of his ear.

He turned his head to glance at me over his shoulder, holding my hands against his chest. “Y/N, I can tell him no. It’s fine.”

I shook my head with a wink. “Play a game with him, Noah. Make sure the camera is off and strip down.”

His cheeks turned a deep shade of red, almost mirroring the color of my panties before I urged him to follow my orders with a swift pat on his ass. While he accepted the game invite from Orie, Noah stripped out of his clothes and sat in his computer chair.

“Don’t forget the headset and these,” I said while rummaging around the box underneath his bed before tossing one of the objects over at him.

I had a box of almost the same things underneath my own bed back at home.

Noah caught what I threw him mid-air, the golden lenses catching the light from the LED lights in the room.

“I haven’t worn glasses in months, Y/N. Why would I need them now?” He questioned with a slight slant on his lips while twirling the gold round glasses between his fingers.

Rolling my eyes, I stuffed the box back underneath his bed.

“Wait,” he pointed a finger. “How long has that been under there? And why were my old glasses in there?”

“Noah, please,” I semi-wined while running a hand through my hair. “Can you just-?”

With a wave of a hand to the glasses, he eventually understood why I wanted him to put them on.

“A little role play?” He teased while putting them on.

I sucked in a breath at the vision of him in front of me. I’d seen streams and pictures of him wearing these glasses with his long hair and I thought he was breathtaking in them.

Now with his short Levi haircut and all of his tattoos on full display for me, Noah somehow managed to be even more gorgeous.

With the headset on, he fell onto the computer chair and spoke into the microphone. “Hey, Orie. Yeah, I got a little bit to play a round.”

Once I slipped out of my panties and tossed them on Noah’s pillow, I held the black rose sex toy in one hand and when I reached the corner of the bedroom where Noah had his computer set up, I froze in place. His cock was thick, almost standing straight up with how he was sitting and I bit my lip when I watched precum ooze out of the slit.

I noticed he was already in some game with Orie, his fingers working fast on the keys and mouse, so I pressed a finger to my lips.

“Be quiet now, Noah. We don’t need to let Orie know what we’re doing,” I whispered while straddling him on his chair so he was able to see the computer monitor.

“Y/N,” Noah warned.

Ignoring him, I ripped open the condom and slowly rolled it over his cock which made him let out a low noise from his chest.

“Shh,” I hushed while clamping a hand over his mouth. “Not so loud.”

My stomach burned with arousal, igniting a part of me I never knew existed. My sex life had improved with Noah and I was able to find out new kinks. What we were about to do, sex with someone possibly hearing was new. I knew that Noah wouldn’t let Orie hear anything but even the thought of him hearing something turned me on.

“Is that Y/N?” Orie’s voice sounded from Noah’s headset.

I winked as Noah’s eyes darted from the computer monitor to me. “She’s yelling at Salem. We have him here tonight and I guess he’s being too loud or something.”

“Wow,” I mouthed, proud of how well he came up with that lie.

With his hands preoccupied, I adjusted myself over his cock and locked eyes with him as I sunk deep on to him. My groan caught in my throat at the fullness of Noah’s cock in my pussy. It felt fresh and new every time.

I cringed a little from the pain due to my endometriosis but as soon as I started moving up and down, the pain began to subside. Noah’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried his best to keep his attention on his computer while I rode him, slow at first.

“Angel,” he let out quietly through gritted teeth.

Ignoring him, I flipped on the black rose, the vibrations sounding loud in the quiet room and when I touched my clit with it I wasn’t able to keep that moan quiet.

“Fuck,” I dragged out while leaning my head back.

“What’s that?” Orie’s voice asked through Noah’s headset again.

“It's so good,” my body writhed against Noah’s.

He quickly said goodbye to Orie before exiting the game and ripping off the headset. My squeals bounced off the walls when one of Noah’s hands snaked around my throat, using his thumb to hold my chin straight.

“Such a fucking brat,” he hissed when I rolled my hips over his cock. “What if he heard you? No one is allowed to hear those pretty little moans. Just me.”

I whined when he pulled the rose away from my clit, immediately missing the friction.

“I didn’t-,” I was unable to finish my words because Noah wrapped his other arm around my back to pull me closer to his chest, the head of his cock hitting that spot.

He bit down on my breast, right above my nipple, and I cried out in pleasure.

“I should punish you,” he rasped, voice gone with lust, and began pulling his cock out.

“No, no. I’m sorry,” I shook my head and desperately tried to stop him.

Noah raised a brow while tightening his grip around my throat and pushed his cock in deeper. “You’re sorry?”

I did my best to nod in his grasp. “Y-yes. Please, I need you to move again.”

He hummed and buried his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. His pace didn’t increase, instead, it was even slower than before. It was as if he wasn’t even moving and I let out a groan of frustration.

“Do you know how long I wanted to fuck you in this chair, Y/N?”

Noah flicked his tongue over my nipple. “I’ve sat in this chair and thought of you so many times. My hand wrapped around my cock and pictures of you up on my screen.”

My stomach flipped at his words, the image he painted beautifully on the canvas of my mind.

“Were you wearing these glasses?” I motioned to them with a raise of my brows.

“This doing it for you, angel? My glasses?” He chuckled before moving over to the other nipple, mimicking the same actions as before with his tongue.

Every one of my senses was burned alive. It was like this every time Noah and I were connected; our souls becoming one.

My nails scraped along his scalp as I pulled on his hair, yanking his head back so he could gaze up at me, our pace always in sync.

“You could wear a mask and it would still do it for me,” I moaned while rolling my hips against him.

“I can make that happen,” he promised before crashing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss.

It was one of pure adrenaline, his tongue fighting mine for dominance and his teeth sunk deep into my bottom lip. I shook in his embrace when I felt the vibrations of the black rose against my clit again.

“No-Noah,” I cried in ecstasy when the familiar heat spread to my core.

“Good girl,” he praised in between devouring my mouth. “Say my name again.”

“Noah,” I sang when my orgasm was on the crest, begging me to let go.

His cock was fucking into me with absolutley no remorse. The chair beneath us was creaking and I was sure we’d break it at any given moment. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest and the sharp metal of his chain digging into my skin added more blissful pain. My body was pulled tight with tension, knowing any moment I would snap.

“You know what to do, angel,” Noah spoke huskily as his cock twitched inside of me when he smacked my ass. “Don’t make me fucking ask.”

Locking eyes with him, I cried out my orgasm as my body writhed in his tight grasp, and Noah created some space between us to glance down where our bodies connected. It was wet, more than usual, and his eyes snapped away from the soaked condom and lap.

“Angel,” his voice was deep, dropping an octave. “Did you just squirt?”

I couldn’t speak; my orgasm took every single ounce of energy out of me. Instead, I nodded while resting my forehead against his chest and smacked away the vibrator that was still held against my clit. The aftershocks were too much and I was afraid of crumbling in his embrace.

“So,” Noah grunted with a thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Hot.” He growled out his release, spilling into the condom, and held me tighter against him.

Gentle fingers grazed up and down my spine, as we both came down from our highs and I hummed in delight when Noah’s lips pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I don’t think I could ever sit in this chair again without thinking of you,” he mused with a light chuckle.

Sitting up straighter, I tapped his cheek. He was still wearing those glasses and it made my pussy clench over his slightly limp cock.

“I wonder what else we can fuck on in your house to make you think of me,” I joked before climbing off of him.

Noah’s fingers gripped tighter into the flesh of my hips to keep me in place and he winked. “Let’s find out.”

The next morning, I woke to gentle kisses down my spine and I smiled in my sleep haze.

“Mm, good morning,” I grumbled into the pillow as I tucked it deep under my chin.

“How’d you sleep?”

Noah’s gruff and sleep-filled voice made my stomach twinge but then I internally groaned when the pain from last night started to creep back into my bones.

“I’m still sore after last night,” I sighed while turning over in bed to face him. He was freshly showered, with water droplets clinging to his hair, and wore clean clothes.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked while brushing away the mess of hair from my face.

I shook my head with a lazy smile. “Not at all. I wanted all of that.”

To reassure Noah, I kissed his lips tenderly; my essence still lingered.

“Hungry?” He asked after pulling away.

“Starved! Someone kept me up all night,” I exaggerated while sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet to my naked body. “I’m going to shower quickly.”

Ten minutes later, I stepped into the kitchen just in time to see Noah. I could see the blood rushing to his soft and full cheeks, as he continued talking with the guys who had gotten home. The mortification of knowledge was evident.

Jolly, Michael, and Jesse.

“What’s going on?” I asked while stuffing my hands in my hoodie pocket.

Taking a closer look at Jolly, a bright red material that was hanging loosely on his shoulder caught my attention and I stifled my gasp behind my hand.

“Why was your swimsuit top hanging from the ceiling fan?” He questioned.

My eyes darted to Noah. “I thought you said you cleaned up!”

“I might have missed a few things,” he held up his hands in defense.

I ran inside, giggles bouncing off the walls, as Noah chased me and nearly slipped on the kitchen floor due to his wet feet.

“We can’t fuck in the Jacuzzi, Noah! The guys use it too,” I stood on the other side of the large kitchen island with my hands on my hips.

Noah wore a wicked smirk. “They won’t know, angel.”

I untied my swimsuit top and threw it up in the air, catching it on the ceiling fan in the kitchen.

“If you catch me, you can fuck me where ever you want.”

Michael came down the stairs with a troubled look in his eyes. “Why is there a folder on the computer in the studio labeled Y/N private?”

“Oi vey,” I pinched my eyes shut while Noah rubbed my back.

“You didn’t open it did you?” He asked.

“No,” Michael shook his head but then his shoulders dropped. “Do I even want to know?”

“Louder! Say it louder, angel!”

Noah grunted as he thrusted his cock into my pussy with such force, I screamed into the microphone.

“Noah! Don’t stop. Please!”

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded to know, sinking his teeth deep into my shoulder.

“YOU!” I cried out with my orgasm.

Jolly sighed while falling onto the couch and rubbed a hand over his tired eyes.

“Everything alright?” I questioned while sitting next to him.

He gave a half shrug. “Last night was rough for Astrid. She kept waking up with nightmares.”

My heart dropped, knowing that her father's death was bothering her more than she would admit to anyone; even Jolly.

“Has she talked with Dr. Poulos?”

“No,” he ran his hands over his long thighs. “She told me she’ll reach out when she’s ready.”

I patted his shoulder. “I’ll stop by Fika today and chat with her. I’m sure she’d like that.”

Jolly smiled. “Thanks, Y/N.”

The sound of rummaging around the fridge and a loud gasp made me turn my attention towards Jesse, who was holding up an empty crate.

“My strawberries!” He exasperated while running a hand through his curls. “These were from Matt’s garden. Did you guys have to eat all of them?”

Noah and I shared a look. “Sorry, man. They were delicious.”

“Noah,” I breathed while pulling on my bindings.

The cool granite beneath my warm skin brought shills to my body. I was laid spread out wide for him on the kitchen counter, blindfolded, and hands tied up above my head.

I couldn’t see him but felt when he bit into the fruit, its juices spilling over my clit, then his warm tongue was there to clean it up.

“Fucking divine,” Noah groaned.

Jesse tossed the empty container in the trash before grumbling something under his breath while sitting on the couch opposite Jolly and I. Noah was finishing breakfast. When Jolly shifted in his spot next to me, my heart leaped in my throat when I saw what he had in his hand.

“The mask, huh?” He smirked. “Didn’t think you’d be into the yellow one.”

“NOAH SEBASTIAN!” I bellowed. “Did you just stuff the mask in the cushion hoping no one would find it?”

He didn’t respond, simply humming along to the tune in his head.

Michael began cleaning up the scattered mess on the coffee table when something fell out of the small black bag in his hand.

A set of shiny grillz.

“So good,” I murmured while running my hands through Noah’s hair as I lay on the coffee table.

His dark almond eyes looked up at me as he continued the onslaught on my pussy with his tongue. The richness of his eyes stood out against the stark contrast of the yellow mask he wore. When he grazed his teeth over my clit, I hissed in slight pain.

“Shit, mochi!”

“Sorry, angel,” he whipped at his mouth, the shiny grillz on his teeth catching the light overhead.

The slight pain turned to arousal at the sight of him and I pushed his head back towards my clit. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Are those,” Jolly leaned closer to Michael. “Are those your show grillz?”

“Fuck, they still look wet!” Michael dropped them to the table.

I groaned while sinking further into the couch, hiding my face behind my hands.

“Alright,” Noah sighed while setting down the spatula and I noticed his ears were beet red. “You guys are embarrassing Y/N! So I missed a few things, sue me.”

“I’d like to,” Jesse grumbled while crossing his arms. “Ate all my strawberries.”

“It’s alright,” I reassured them with a smile. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

Micahel stomped up the stairs. “I need to take a shower to scrub out the images of you and Y/N fucking all over the house.”

Standing up from the couch, I walked over to Noah and laid a soft kiss on his warm cheeks. “I think after breakfast we should head to the farmers market. Buy Jesse some replacement strawberries.”

“Might as well invite Matt,” Noah suggested.

I shook my phone in my hand. “Already on it.”

As I helped Noah set up the table with the breakfast spread he cooked, neither of us heard the conversation between Jolly and Jesse; who were watching us with a smile.

“You do know that when she moves in, it’s going to be like this all the time right?” Jesse chuckled.

“Yeah, but look how happy Noah is. He deserves this,” Jolly said.

NOAH

I bounced on the soles of my feet with excitement as I waited in the lobby, hoping to find that familiar face in the crowd of people. Y/N was joining me on the road for the last week of the tour and after being away from her for two weeks, my soul was yearning to feel complete again. This was the longest we’d gone without seeing each other and all of our Facetime calls paled in comparison to actually seeing her beautiful face.

Throughout the crowd, a spot of aquamarine hair rushed past, only to stop when she recognized it was me.

“Hey, Bryan said you were handing out the key cards?” The woman adjusted the camera bag over her shoulder while gripping her suitcase with her free hand.

Our photographer fill-in for Lana.

She tried to give me a small smile but knowing what she’d gone through the last two weeks, outside of work, I couldn’t help but feel a small pang of guilt for what I was about to do. It’d been a plan of mine and the guy's since the other day, hoping it would fix the issue that had been plaguing her.

“Yeah,” I pulled out a familiar keycard, one I had just handed to Matt moments ago, and gave it to her. “We’re thinking of dinner and karaoke tonight if you’re interested.”

She tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “Y/N’s coming, right?”

I couldn’t stop the goofy smile that spread to my lips. “Yeah, she should be here any minute.”

“Cool, count me in. No offense but I’m sick of all the testosterone,” she giggled before giving me a wave and heading over to the elevators.

“If this plan doesn’t work, I’m going to lock them up in a closet to resolve whatever they have going on,” I muttered under my breath.

“Talking to yourself, mochi?”

Swirling on my heels, I gazed down at Y/N who was smiling and wearing the communal gray Chief sweater.

“Hi, angel,” I quickly wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her familiar scent.

Y/N buried her face in my chest and her hands dug at the back of my shirt. “I’ve missed you.”

Tilting her chin up, I left a deep kiss on her lips, not caring if anyone around us saw.

“I missed you too,” I brushed my nose along hers, and with my arm wrapped around her, I began leading her toward the elevators.

“You dyed your hair?” I asked as we stopped in front of the closed doors.

She wrapped her arms around my midsection and squeezed. “My roots were coming in and I needed it to look fresh for the photos. But speaking of hair colors. The girl you were talking to, was that-?”

I nodded with a sigh. “Yep. They’re still not talking though.”

As we stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed behind us, I held onto Y/N’s suitcase as she looked up at me, still wrapped in my free arm.

“Did you do what I suggested?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, they’re sharing a room right now. So if we hear yelling they’re most likely working things out,” I said while stepping off the elevator and heading towards the hotel room.

“YOU’RE INSUFFERABLE!”

“REALLY? LAST TIME I CHECKED, YOU LOVED IT WHEN MY LIPS WERE ON YOURS!”

Y/N came to a stop in front of our door and pointed to the room next to ours. “I’m guessing that’s Matt’s room?”

“Yep,” I popped the ‘P’ as the door clicked open.

Once we were inside, I let Y/N get settled with unpacking her things as I lounged on the bed to watch with a loving gaze. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that after everything we’d gone through to get to this point, Y/N still wanted me.

I fucked up; a lot.

I made mistakes but those mistakes didn’t make me.

I fought with myself, with her, with others, to finally get here. To finally have Y/N as mine and secretly in that moment, I vowed to continue to prove to her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me.

A buzzing on the bed pulled my gaze away from Y/N’s beauty and saw her phone lit up with a message.

“Can you check it for me?” She asked before stepping into the bathroom.

Mom: Y/N, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the last week. Call me. I have something important to talk to you about. You can’t be busy with this job of yours so call me back.

“It’s your mom,” I informed with furrowed brows. “She’s been trying to get in touch with you?”

Y/N sighed while plopping down on the bed next to me. “Yeah. It’s probably she got a new job or met some new guy that she's going to get bored with after a week. It’s nothing important.”

I’d known Y/N for years now and I also knew when she was keeping something from me.

I brushed away the hair that fell loose from her bun. “Is there something else going on? You know you can talk to me, angel.”

Her eyes shone as she gazed up at me, laying a soft kiss on my palm. “I know, mochi. I know. I just don’t feel like getting lectured right now. I’m finally here with you, I don’t want her to ruin it.”

“Alright,” I eventually nodded, and for the time being ignored the way her face fell when she deleted the text message from her mom.

Y/N motioned to the wall opposite of us, where Matt’s room was.

“Do you think they’ll hook up?”

I snorted a laugh. “What’s with you setting up our friends?”

She shrugged. “I just want him to be happy. I want our friends to have what we have.”

“So you’re saying you’re happy?” I rested my forehead against hers, breathing in the familiar scent of her peach body wash.

“I am very happy,” she breathed before kissing my lips. “What about you?”

“Very,” a kiss to her lips.

“Very.”

Another kiss.

“Happy.”

Another kiss.

When her giggles filled the room, my heart stuttered in my chest. “I love you, Y/N.”

She twirled a strand of my hair around her finger. “I love you too, Noah.”

I laid there with her in my arms for a long time, the never-ending silence becoming a bit of comfort to us. We could lay next to each other for hours, not saying a word to each other, but we both knew how much we loved each other.

“Oh before I forget,” Y/N removed herself from my tight grasp, and her voice carried from the bathroom. “I brought some facemasks. I thought we could stay in and relax. I know you have a long day of rehearsals and the show tomorrow.”

Facemasks.

Hotel room.

Suddenly there was a vice grip around my throat, caging in the oxygen I was desperate to take back. Its large claws dug into my jugular, making the room tilt on its axis. I couldn’t center on my breathing, I couldn’t focus on anything in front of me.

“I didn’t bring any nail polish this time,” Y/N’s giggle barely broke through the haze. “And I can’t braid your hair.”

Nearly stumbling over the suitcases on the ground, I rushed past Y/N just as she stepped out of the bathroom and let the door to the hotel room slam behind me. The air in the hallway of the hotel was thicker, nearly making it impossible to catch my breath. The tight grip around my lungs and heart would not let up.

"I know what I feel. It’s not you, it’s me, Noah."

I shook my head furiously when the past began to creep in.

"No. Fuck, angel! Stop! The future hasn't even happened yet. Please, don't-what do you need to happen?"

Y/N’s bottom lip trembled as a broken sob clawed its way through her throat. "I-I think we need to remain friends right now. I can't-I can't get lost in you, Noah. It's so fucking easy to. I think we need space."

How she looked that night, moments before leaving me, continued to haunt me.

"I-I don't fucking want that, Y/N. I just want you!” My voice bellowed.

"Noah, please understand where I'm coming from," she begged.

"Angel-I. Please, just-," I eventually sighed in defeat.

Her broken eyes shined with her tears. "I'm going to head out."

I dug my palms into my eyes as I stood in the middle of the hallway, trying to stop letting my mind fall back into the past. All it took was two fucking words and I was back to that shell of a man I used to be.

Face masks.

I immediately flooded to where I was before all this. I felt like a scolded child with aging wounds.

Embarrassing.

Why did I just do that? Why did I leave the room for air? When the air I needed was back in the room? The emotional hurricane was in full force today. On the surface, it’s joking and light, but then it wants to pull me into the vortex. With each jibe, I feel the winds clipping wings of my own. I can’t allow it.

I refused.

I won’t circle the fucking drain. I began to feel my body relax and my voice flowed out calmly, instead of me being pulled in.

I decided I needed to inhale the air I could never survive without.

“Keaton,” I cried softly while rubbing at the ache in my chest. “I need you, man. Please tell me everything will be alright.”

With the feeling of someone holding me upright, a soft breeze blew through my hair in the middle of the hotel hallway. A door down the hall opened, catching my attention immediately was a man wearing an all too familiar band t-shirt.

Too Close To Touch.

Along with the soft touch encasing me, I let out a quiet hum as a haunting flow of lyrics poured out of me.

“If you still want to sing, fill in the blanks we need. You can do it through me while you're gone.”

Then as quickly as those arms wrapped around me, they were gone and I felt alone in the hallway. But not before a soft voice whispered in my ear.

It’s okay.

Knocking on the hotel room door, realizing I didn’t have my key, I saw Y/N’s dark eyes staring daggers into me. All that inner rage inside those beautiful eyes made the guilt for walking away from her eat away at me even further; I deserved it.

When the frustration builds and I think I might explode, I have to remember to take a deep breath. So many times I’ve wanted to say things, or say anything. It was a long process with learning how to deal with it.

Her nostrils flared as I gently walked past her into the hotel room. Y/N needed to hear my explanation. I was ready to move forward. Reaching for a life I so badly yearned for with her. Here she was, in front of me. She was mine and she loved me.

Say something, you idiot!

“Angel-.” I began.

“What the fuck was that?” She whipped her head back at the door.

Oh shit, she’s mad.

The voice in my head didn’t sound like mine. Instead, it sounded like an old friend.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. It’s just when you mentioned face masks and braids, my mind went back to a place, a darker place,” my hands shook as I stuffed them in my sweater pocket.

The anger in Y/N’s eyes vanished when it clicked for her what moment I was talking about.

“Mochi,” her voice wavered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to go back to that night. I know how hard it was for you, for both of us. I just thought we could recreate that night, the positives, and make up for the negatives.”

I linked our hands together to pull her into my chest, laying a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I’m ready to create many positive memories with you, angel.”

“Good,” she gave a small nod. “But next time something like this bothers you, please talk to me. Because you can't just run from sadness when it gets too hard to stay.”

“Really?” I snorted. “You’re using my lyrics on me?”

“Did it work?”

I wanted to kiss that hopeful smile off her face.

Instead, I winked and then pressed my hips into her, my cock brushing along her pussy. “You tell me.”

“You know,” her fingers danced through my hair. “I do miss a few things about that night.”

I cocked a brow. “Yeah?”

Y/N stood on her tiptoes to brush her lips across mine. “I missed how I rode your cock while pulling on your braids.”

I shook my hair in her face. “You can still pull, angel.”

With one quick scoop, I had her in the air for a few moments before her body fluttered to the bed like the angel she was; her giggles bouncing off the walls. I was on her in a flash, attacking her lips with mine. Ravishing them like a man starved, wanting to lick up every last drop of the meal put out in front of him. Her tongue always molded perfectly with mine and Y/N hummed in delight when she tasted me.

“Shit, mochi,” she moaned while arching her neck back as I attacked the sweet spot between her shoulder and neck.

My cock twitched underneath my sweats and I rutted into her thigh. “Angel, I missed you.”

She reciprocated the feelings by kissing me again and slipping her hands underneath my sweater to drag her nails down the tattoos on my stomach. I shivered under the touch, loving the feeling of the burn her nails left behind, and I stripped her of her clothes, me following suit—all the while our lips never left each other.

Her skin on mine felt like the wings of an angel; soft and almost incandescent.

Her lips were like honey, sweet and sticky with gloss.

The arousal that I gathered with my fingers and sucked clean had a lingering tangy taste, something I found myself wanting more of.

A scent and taste that was distinctively Y/N.

“I love you,” I vowed in between kisses while I pumped my fingers in and out of her, using my other hand to lock her hands above her head.

“I love you,” she keened when my knuckle brushed over that spot.

The last time we shared a hotel bed, it ended with two broken souls, desperate to be molded back together. They spent months yearning to find each other again and now that they were connected again, we both refused to let something so minuscule as face masks ruin it.

READER

“Noah, stop!” I giggled when his lips brushed along the shell of my ear.

“Please, angel,” his gruff voice begged as his arms wrapped around me from behind.

I turned in his embrace, linking my fingers behind his neck, and marveled at those almond eyes I adored so much.

“No, Folio and Michelle are going to be here any minute,” I reminded him.

Noah adjusted the glasses on his nose with a pout. He woke up this morning with irritated eyes and not wanting to make it worse with contacts, he opted to wear his glasses.

Not that I minded, it reminded me of the time in his computer chair.

The tour ended a few days ago and now that all of us were back home, we decided to meet up at the local aquarium so Folio could finally introduce us to his girlfriend. But Noah, however, had other plans; ones that involved us sneaking into the backseat of his SUV so he could fuck my throat.

Tempting.

“He’s been talking about introducing us to Michelle for two months now, are we sure today is the day?” Noah asked.

I shrugged while pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I think so. Look how nervous he looks!”

Both of us gazed over to the other end of the lobby of the aquarium where Folio stood alone, hands shaking at his sides. We could practically see his heart jumping out of his chest due to his nerves.

“He’s never been this nervous before,” Noah murmured.

“Can you blame him? Look what she’s about to walk into,” I waved a hand at our large group.

Chase and Malcolm were looking at the large tank in the lobby that housed a variety of fish. Chase had his hand on Malcolm's lower back as he whispered something in his ear.

Jolly and Astrid stood a few feet away from us, a small smile pulling at her lips when he braided her long white hair for her.

Jesse and Maxxine stood with Davis, Michael, and Matt, conversing about something we couldn’t hear. But I watched with careful eyes as Matt’s gaze kept darting back to one certain area in the lobby; where a blue-haired girl was currently talking with Bryan.

Most likely about cameras.

When Matt’s eyes locked with mine, I motioned with a finger over to the girl but he rolled his eyes playfully before going back to talking with Michael.

Nicholas had sauntered up to Folio, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

There were a lot of us in our group but we were family. All of us.

“Folio! How did you and Michelle meet?” Davis questioned when all of us met in the middle of the lobby.

“At the Harley shop,” he chuckled, his earring shaking with the rumble of his body. “She wore her Motley Crue shirt and these cheetah flare suede pants. Her lips were red as fuck, I’ll remember those lips anywhere.”

All of us could hear the dreamy tone in his voice when he spoke about her and how the first thing that caught his attention was how she stood up to the man behind the counter who almost refused her service because he thought she didn’t know anything about bikes.

“I thought she was going to kick this guy's ass until I stepped in. We hit it off right away and she asked if I wanted to visit this Mexican ice cream shop around the block,” Folio smiled.

Just then someone walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, and I could see all the nerves slip out of his fingers.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips with a kiss.

Michelle smiled, showcasing off those red lips. “Hi, cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon? Really?” Matt teased when Folio’s cheeks turned a deep crimson.

“Everyone, this is Michelle. My girlfriend,” he said with a proud smile.

While all the introductions happened, I gave her a big welcoming hug, I left Noah with a quick kiss on his lips.

“Where are you going?” He pouted while reaching for my hips again.

I giggled and playfully smacked his hands away. “I’m going to talk to Matt quickly.”

Immediately Noah understood and dismissed me with a gentle pat on my ass. I found Matt standing a few feet away from the group of girls, his own dreamy smile on his face as he watched her carefully.

“Hey,” I tipped the rim of his hat. “It’s rude to stare.”

“Like you’re the one to talk,” he playfully shoved me. “With all the staring you and Noah did before you got together.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Very funny, Dierkes. I just came over to see how things are going with a certain fairy?”

Suddenly as if she heard me speak of her, that familiar airy laughter reached Matt, who clutched at his heart.

“I’m so fucked,” he admitted with a slight lift of his lips.

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