Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant
Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only)
Chapter Word Count : 3907
Content : 18+, Smut, Angst, Choking, Power dynamics, Sadism/Masochism, Degradation, Praise kink, Risky locations, Themes of addiction & self harm.
Summary :
“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.”
She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him?
This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.
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Chapter One :
Your eyes are swallowing me
Chapter title is lyrics from "Sleepwalking"
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I'd be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed him.
So maybe I did take a little longer to get ready when I knew he'd be around. Maybe my skirt suddenly was pulled up just that little bit higher than usual, maybe I loosened a button or two. But it's not like I was delusional enough to believe I ever had a shot with the man.
I was just an assistant. I did the menial tasks that usually went unnoticed. But sometimes when I came back with food, he'd flash me the most wicked smile as he took it off me.
"Ta love", and a shiver would run through my body.
It was the night after a big set in London. An apartment style hotel room had been booked for the whole band with a shared common space. The place had clearly been picked as a bit of a party place to celebrate the tour.
It was quite posh, lavish furniture, open planning, and a great view. All the things you'd expect of an expensive hotel.
Everyone had got a bit too drunk that night and it was part of my job to make sure they got to bed to catch a flight tomorrow, so I was the only sober one there. It was also my job to make sure the alcohol kept flowing, the right guests were let in, and taxis were ordered.
Despite how busy I got I kept catching myself staring at him. I couldn't help myself. He was always such a delightful mess after a concert. Dishevelled hair, smeared eyeliner, a bit sweaty, a wonderful mix of tired and happy. Essentially he always came off the stage looking like he'd just finished having some really good sex.
I shook my head, realising I'd just been staring again.
Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.
The night went by in a blur of busy tasks and suddenly it was four in the morning and I had just finished getting everyone to bed, and all the guests out of there. I sighed deeply at the state of the place and went to start cleaning up.
That's when I saw him across the room.
The lights were dimmed low as I had strategically been turning off lights throughout the night in the hopes it would get people sleepy, so I could only make out his silhouette.
He was sitting on the sofa, legs spread, but I could tell it was Oli. His long fluffy hair is unmistakable.
"Oh fuck, Oli you scared the living shit out of me."
That was probably the longest sentence I'd ever dared say to him, as I'm usually too flustered to form proper sentences. But the sheer exhaustion from the night, and the adrenaline from surprise got the better of me.
I heard a laugh from the dark figure on the sofa, "Sorry love I didn't mean to scare ya. But I'm not ready to sleep just yet." You could hear the words had been spoken with a lazy smile.
Suddenly I was very aware of the fact that we were all alone, and he sounded... No, I didn’t even dare think it.
He's just tired and drunk, surely that's the only reason he sounds so...
"R-right. Just remember that we've got a flight tomorrow so don't stay up too long."
I could see his head tilt up and to the side like he was contemplating what I was saying, and decided he didn't give a fuck. His response came, completely ignoring my comment, "Get me another drink will ya?"
The room felt like it was shrinking and I became all too aware of my heart beating in my throat. I was nervous to say the least. I had never been alone with him before and for some reason it felt weirdly intimate despite him being across the room.
I didn't know how to respond beyond simply following his order. So I shakily turned around and walked over to the dining room table where all the drink bottles were lined up, while being entirely too aware of his gaze on me from behind. There was a rustle of fabric like he’d gotten off the sofa, followed by the sound of his footsteps behind me by the table.
I didn't dare turn around, although I didn't get a chance to properly digest what was happening before his hands were firmly gripping my hips, making me gasp. The impact threatened to have me falling forward, instead I instinctively braced myself against the table, nearly knocking over the half empty liquor bottles.
I could feel his hard cock so clearly through the fabrics between us, pressing against my ass as I was pinned to the table. One of his hands quickly moved to my throat as he didn't seem to want me bent over just yet, instead he pulled my head close to his head and the world melted away.
I was surrounded by him.
His scent, his hair falling into my view, his lips against my ear, his breath against my cheek. The hand on my throat was possessive and firm. His lips parted gently against my ear, and spoke in a tone I can only describe as carnal, "I get lonely you see, and I've noticed you.. noticing me. You want me, yeah?”
I swallowed, hard.
“Will you nod for me love if you want me.."
My heartbeat promptly moved between my legs instead.
I do want him, oh god do I want him. My whole body feels like it's on fire.
But his request was so much more than a search for knowledge of whether I wanted him or not, it was an inquiry of approval, a probing of whether I’d allow this to happen, or if we part ways here before anything further happens.
I nod against his hand around my throat, both of us breathing quite heavily now.
I’m contorted, pinned painfully between the table and his warm body behind me as I'm being held up by his grip. I felt his lips spread into a smile against my ear in response to my nod.
"Let’s have some fun then."
I'm wearing a simple strappy mini dress so his hair falls onto my bare shoulders as he tilts his head to kiss my neck, his breath so warm against my skin. I feel like I can't control my body, my eyes shut and I start moving my hips against him, making his grip on me tighten.
"Ah you like that don't you?" I nod again, probably a bit too eagerly. He chuckles, which I felt as a puff of warm air against my skin more than heard.
His mouth returns to my ear, speaking lazily like a predator who's toying with its prey "You're so fucking desperate for me, aren't ya?" My eyes fly open.
I nod again, slower this time. I feel exposed. He had noticed after all.
Did he know I'd been daydreaming about him? How I'd touch myself at night when I'm all alone, imagining all ways I want to be fucked by him. How I had used the naughty thoughts about him as a distraction from my life, from work.. From pain.
"I bet you're soaking, I bet you have been all night." His grip on my hip relaxes, turning into a caress moving towards the hem of my dress, lifting it slightly as his fingers move closer to my pussy. His voice darkens and intensifies, "I reckon you've ruined your knickers just being near me.."
Then his hand reaches my pooling wetness and my body immediately goes electric. My knees buckle and my mouth falls open with a gasping, desperate moan as my hands mindlessly grab at his strong arm holding my neck to steady myself.
His hand that had just made my brain short circuit from a simple touch of my core, quickly retracts away to yank me back up from slumping over.
He playfully whispers, "Sh, sh, sh, you're gonna have to be quiet or you're gonna wake the guys up. Can you do that for me?"
I just wanted him back between my legs, so I spoke, in such a desperate tone that I surprised myself, "I-I'm sorry, p-please.. Please don't stop."
His grip on me loosened and pulled the skirt of my dress up to my waist, and slid my knickers down. I felt them pop over my ass and then fall to my ankles on the floor, "We don't need these anymore.." he mumbled behind me as he returned to feel my wetness, this time without the soaking fabric stopping him. I felt his forehead on my shoulder as he moved along my folds with intent, his breath coming faster.
"To be honest with you love I'm pretty fucking desperate too." Then he pushed two fingers into me and I felt like I was fighting for dear life not to moan. I gripped the table again to stay upright, willing my body to behave. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop.
I felt his mouth replacing his forehead on my shoulder, kissing me with an open mouth, biting slightly. I could feel his cock against my ass again, now only his fabrics between us, moving his hips against me, matching the motion of the fingers.
I was untethered, like I had been transported somewhere else, into some wild fantasy. This couldn't possibly be happening.
I turned my head slightly, searching, wanting to kiss him. His mouth moved to my neck, then my ear, then my cheek, leaving breathy kisses and bites where he wanted to.
Right when I thought he was gonna turn me around to kiss him, he removed the fingers and placed the now soaking hand firmly on the back of my neck, pushing me forward. I gasped in surprise and disappointment at the hand once again disappearing from my pussy, but the grip was strong and I could only obey. I pushed the bottles in front of me forward as I was bent over so they wouldn't be knocked over.
The shock of the sudden movements brought me back to reality for a moment and I started blushing. I was currently bent over a table, bare ass and pussy exposed to Oli Sykes, in the middle of a shared common room where any of the band mates could walk in at any point. This was insane..
But I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
"Fuck." he said under his breath behind me, "You're a vision.." Then I heard more fabric rustling, and suddenly something a lot warmer and bigger was at my entrance.
How was I supposed to not moan? How was I supposed to not.. and then he started pushing into me.
I bit down on my lip so hard it will probably bruise, clawing at the table. A very low moan came from behind me as he pushed deeper. He stopped there for a moment and leaned over me. I could feel his heat, his rising and falling chest with his laboured breathing, his soaking hand still possessively on the back of my neck. Then he spoke close to my ear, "You're doing great love, stay just like that, don't make a sound, yeah?"
And then he started pumping, and I once again was transported to some other reality. I couldn't help it, I was moving, I felt wild, I wanted to scream, and suddenly I had lost control again and another moan escaped my lips.
As soon as it did he stopped, his hand that had been pinning me to the table wrapped around my neck, leaving my whole neck wet with my own juices, and pulled me back up against him.
His lips were back against my ear, his hair back in my vision. “What a shame, you were doing so well for me..”
The grip on me loosened, and I felt him slip out. A pang of sadness rushes over me thinking it's over, but in the same motion he turns me around, grabs me by the hips to sit me on the table before him. He spread my legs to step between them, and that's when our eyes met and time stopped.
He is gorgeous.
Dishevelled hair falling haphazardly around his face, lips slightly parted, the tattoos creeping up his neck, framing his face. His eyes were shining bright in the dim light, a bit glassy but still intense. There was so much hunger in them, yet so much sadness.
The words slipped out of me without any thought, barely a whisper “...Are you ok?”
His brows furrowed slightly as he searched my face, not quite knowing how to respond, like I'd thrown him off. You could tell he was a bit intoxicated, as I don't think he'd be this honest with me, essentially a stranger, in a sober state – nor this forward. He spoke softly “Tonight I wanted to throw everything away. Just say fuck it, does anything really matter? I'm supposed to have my fucking shit together, yet all I want to do is..” He looked away, shaking his head as he cut himself off. Silence filled the air around us for a long moment as he was lost in thought, then suddenly his eyes shot back to mine, he spoke slowly, “I've had my eye on you all night.. and you look just as wrapped up in temptation as I feel.. I just need an escape and I have a feeling you do too, don't you?”
His vagueness didn't matter, I knew what he was talking about. And I felt it too, the relentless pressure of life was crushing and there's a reason I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, why I wanted him so badly. Everyone can see there's something tortured about Oli, something passionate and wild that can barely be contained. And while I didn’t like to acknowledge it, I could relate. I also wanted to just let go, be free. Whatever that meant.
I just wanted to go there with him.
I reached out to touch his face, he flinched at the intimate gesture but didn't resist.
My mouth opened to speak, but I couldn’t find the words so I nodded instead.
His expression softens, and he nods in return. A silent understanding that neither of us fully know why the other needs this, but it doesn’t matter. We don’t need to know the intimate details about each other's pain to know we’re both desperate for some relief.
His eyes fell to my lips, “I just want to lose myself in you for a little while..”
Lose myself. Yes that’s it, a nice little escape from it all. I could feel a sombre smile spread across my face.
With the caress on his cheek I tried to guide him into a kiss, but instead he moved to my neck, tasting my juices still lingering there. He made a low rumbling noise in his chest then moved back to my ear, “You taste so sweet love, now let's see if we can keep you quiet for this next bit.”
Pulling away he met my gaze again, this time with a faint devilish smile playing on his lips as he placed his hand over my mouth to encourage me to remain silent.
I don't resist, I want nothing more than to feel him inside me again, and it hits me that I am not sure exactly where my limits are, as long as he just continues using me in these delightful ways.
Using me. That’s what it was, that’s what I craved.
I just want him to use me.
While this was news to me, I didn't want to think about this revelation now. The last thing I wanted to do right now was psychoanalyse myself. Thankfully I didn’t have to try very hard to shake the thought off, because Oli pulled me right back to the moment as his less busy hand slipped between us, guiding his cock back to me.
“I'll take things a bit slower at first, yeah? And you will stay quiet this time..”
He was nodding his head while holding my gaze steadily, clearly expecting me to nod back in return.
So I did, looking nervous as I didn’t fully trust myself.
“Fuck, don't make that face love, I just want to start pounding to watch you struggle.”
Despite his last words, he entered me slowly. His eyes darken as he pulled me closer to him. Then he was moving, that wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his eyes roamed me. When his eyes came back to meet mine I could see something wild flicker behind them, like a promise of things to come.
Yes..
He was moving faster, testing me to see if I could keep quiet. My nails were digging into his shoulders to retain control, but I was doing it. Only the slightest of noises escaped me.
“That's it, good girl..”
He looked at the hand covering my mouth, the tip of his tongue playing against his teeth. The grip loosened and two fingers pushed playfully into my mouth, his breath catching slightly at the sight and he appeared positively feral. Then he thrusts into me, hard, his smile turning into a more serious expression, as if he was at some type of breaking point.
As if he was really sick of containing himself.
“Fuck it..” He said in a deep tone before removing the fingers from playing with my tongue to replace them with his lips. His arms wrapped around me, kissing me deeply, moaning into my mouth as he was thrusting harder.
Our hands are everywhere, grabbing, clinging, pulling, pushing, clawing.
I felt fingers slip into my hair to yank my head back. Then he bit my neck and I couldn't help it, I whimpered.
But he didn't care, if anything it spurred him on.
After a moment he pulled away to push me down on the table again, this time facing him.
I looked up at him. He looked dangerous, unleashed. Almost animalistic. His hair was everywhere, his mouth was open, panting heavily, and I could barely see his eyes. The energy was infectious, I am smothered in it as I writhe on the table.
Yes.. this is it. This is what I need.
He pulls the top of my dress and bra down in one swift and painful motion, then his hand grips my throat, hard.
A rush of adrenaline washes over me, a confusing yet delightful mix of fear and arousal. He must have noticed as his grip on my neck loosened slightly, but still held me painfully.
He was still in there somewhere, despite appearing almost possessed.
With that knowledge I let go. I clawed at him, wrapped my legs around him. He was so warm and solid, and I was drowning in it. Our movements became a blur of pain and pleasure.
Somewhere in the distance I heard glass bottles clanging, then one after another fell to the floor.
Again, he doesn't care.
The world had fallen away and it was only us and our ecstasy there.
His head lowered as his movements came slower, but with more intent. In a deep, nearly unrecognisable voice he murmurs “I'm close..”
Another rush of emotions washed over me.
A certainty, an almost primal need. I spoke my wishes through clenched teeth in a strangled and desperate tone. “Cum in me.”
His grip on me tightens further, this time constricting my breathing. He falls forward on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck next to the vice grip he held on my throat. My fingers dig into his hair, pulling him closer. His breath became ragged as I felt him filling me up with every thrust.
After a moment I hear some of it drip onto the floor beneath us.
The grip on my neck loosened and I inhaled sharply.
We lay like this for a minute before coming back to reality, letting our heart rates slow down.
I was bewildered, yet amazed. What had just happened? I felt like I’d unlocked a whole new part of myself, a longing that I didn’t quite understand yet, something simmering under the surface for what felt like years.
Something in me craved the danger, the fear, the pain.. to be used. Like there was some depraved form of freedom in giving my body and mind to someone and letting them have their way with me.. And not to mention; how can something make me feel this incredibly good, without having even reached orgasm from it?
In all the confusion, one thing felt completely unwavering;
I wanted more.
Thoughts were swimming around in my head when a gentle caress grazed my throat. It was a sweet gesture, the polar opposite of the aggression I’d just experienced during our shared bliss. My brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he raised himself up, our faces only inches apart. I studied his expression, he appeared worried – questioning.
A soft, almost boyish voice spoke, “Are you alright?”
Such simple words, but the question wasn’t. I could tell he wanted to know if I felt unsafe, if I was in pain, and if what transpired between us had crossed a line. If he had crossed a line.
My face blooms into a smile, “Yes. I’m a bit confused, but I’m good.”
His expression softened some but not fully, and he started searching my neck and chest for any signs of injury, but I grabbed his hands to stop him.
“Really, I’m okay. I didn’t know I could feel like this.. I-I don’t fully understand it.. “ I pause to try and find the words, “Tonight... you’ve done more for me than I could-” he cuts me off with a kiss, much more tender than our previous ones. After a moment he pulls away to speak, “Oh love, you have no idea.. I needed this.”
I continued smiling, I couldn’t stop, and his features mimicked mine. My words came sheepishly, “..Maybe we could do this again?” Right as I finished speaking another audible drop of cum was heard hitting the floor beneath us. We both exhale a small laugh, as an acknowledgement of how bizarre the situation was.
He brushes some hair away from my cheek, “How about if we have a little chat tomorrow, yeah? When we’re both a bit more clear headed.”
I couldn’t tell if he just wanted a way out, or if he wanted to make sure I was really okay with what had happened tonight. So I just nodded.
“Alright, let’s get you sorted then shall we?” He helped me into a sitting position and attempted to adjust my clothes a bit, as if I wasn’t the picture of freshly fucked. One of my dress straps had torn, my hair was completely messed up, with equally messy makeup, and of course – literally dripping cum. I had to stifle another laugh.
He pulled away, adjusting his own clothes, and shot me one last smile before slipping back to his room.
I sat there for some time, taking in the mess all around me. Almost all the bottles were on the floor, one of them had even shattered.
How had I not noticed?
There wasn’t a chance everyone in the band hadn’t heard us.
This will be awkward tomorrow.
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Noah Sebastian x female reader, Oliver Sykes x female reader.
Based on one of @starsomens' anon's prompts "yeah also definitely not thinking about noah and oli taking turns eating you out".
Someone should have stopped me on that one but no one did. So here it is. Now I'll leave for a spiritual retreat.
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You shouldn't have looked at Oli the way you did tonight, especially not in front of Noah. You knew you shouldn't have but you couldn't be more glad than you did. Noah freaked out. God, he hated how you looked at his co-star like he was the hottest person alive. He was reading every one of your emotions on your face and he abhorred it so much.
"What are you looking at?" He asked, joining you from behind against the balcony you were perched at, looking at Oli's check sound before the show.
Even if he tried to hide it his tone was severe and you couldn't help but shiver. You only hummed at him though, your gaze not leaving the man on the scene below.
Noah didn't like to be ignored, you knew it but that didn't prevent you from doing so. His large hand came to surround your waist, his body pressing itself against your back while his fingers grazed on your belly.
"I asked you, what are you looking at?" He whispered deeply in your ear and you finally turned your face to his, meeting his cold eyes.
"Nothing, I'm only checking on Oli's performance." You looked back to the scene to hide your trouble, your cheeks heating.
"Hm hm, of course." His grasp on your waist tightened while he stayed right beside you, reminding you of his presence and hold.
Maybe it was that moment that changed things between you, that changed the course of the events. Or maybe it was right after the show, when you all met and you couldn't help but blush when Oli smiled at you, responding to your compliments about his show.
At this very instant, Noah instantly left the couch to come back to your side, his hands travelling around your body once again to remind everybody who you were with. You weren't technically his but that didn't matter to him, he didn't like the fact that you could desire anyone else other than him or that anyone else could desire you.
Back on the couch, Noah sat you on his lap, pressing his torso against your back. His breath quickly came to your ear, fanning on it while you shivered but your gaze was still so focused on Oli that you couldn't even care about your trouble and how your body reacted to Noah's touch.
"Do you think he noticed how much you're wanting him?"
You abruptly turned back to the man behind you, blushing to the ear. "What are you talking about?" Noah laughed bitterly at your flustered state, not liking what it implied.
"Do you think he could make you come?"
You didn't answer him, your mind racing with images while he approached his lips to yours, brushing them together. "Would you like him to touch you? To eat you out?" He whispered so inaudibly that you doubted if he meant to really say it.
He pointed to Oli with his chin, inviting you to look at him and you did, your body turning only to notice how he was staring at your two bodies intertwined on the couch. "Look at him, wishing to be me, wishing to have you on his lap." He paused. "Do you think he is jealous?"
You scoffed at Noah and jumped off his lap, too embarrassed by how things were turning but little did you know, he enjoyed seeing you in such a state, to see how he could turn you on just with his words.
Later that night, when you thought you were finally alone and away from all danger in your hotel room Noah came by. It was 3 am and you didn't like what it insinuated. Nonetheless, he looked less aggressive than before and you let him in, not noticing the person behind.
When you finally turned back to face him, Oli's frame was resting by his side, eyeing you completely puzzled.
"What is he doing here?" You asked in disbelief as Noah approached you, his arms surrounding your waist to push you against his body. He didn't answer you immediately, his lips losing themselves in the crook of your neck while he held you.
"Isn't it what you wanted?" He breathed out, his mouth detaching itself from your skin for a second.
You flushed and tried to tug at his hair to force him to look at you. "What are you even saying?" That was a pitiful cop-out but it was better than nothing. You hated how Noah saw through you and how obediently he was ready to tame himself for you. It was too surreal.
You gave Oli a look and Noah groaned. "Don't look at him, only me." His mouth attacked your neck back as his teeth brushed against your soft skin. However, you didn't listen to Noah and looked at the other one, your eyes meeting for the longest seconds of your life.
Noah pushed you towards the bed, still pressing himself on you and Oli followed quietly, his gaze never leaving your face. Eventually, Noah's face rose to yours, trailing kisses up your jaw. "Are you deaf tonight? Eyes on me." His lips drew back to your neck, passing by your cleavage until he reached the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.
You tried to respond but he was already pushing your clothing up, exposing your belly and the beginning of your chest. Suddenly, shyness hit you, like you finally realised what was going on and how quickly things were slipping through your fingers. Oli's gaze was burning on your skin and it scared you. You felt like a prey in its predator grip, doomed to your loss.
Getting impatient, Noah sighed and pulled away. In a quick movement, he jumped on the bed and put himself under you. Without you realising it he got you sat between his legs, his arms surrounding you possessive as usual. His fingers back to your stomach he pushed your shirt up, caressing your skin. His nose rubbed against your hair, breathing next to your ear.
"You want him that fucking much?" He asked and you swallowed hard, mesmerized by Oli standing in front of the bed, a bulge growing in his pants. Noah's head shifted behind you, and Oli immediately moved as he started to crawl on the bed. Silently, he settled himself between Noah's legs, and more specifically between yours which were unconsciously spread.
"Hey." was all he said and you realised that you hadn't heard his voice until now. He was just here, like a voyeur, desiring you without being able to touch you, to have you, as if he wasn't even really here.
"Hey." You didn't know what to answer. You didn't know him that well. He was touring with Noah and you used to exchange pleasantries on the days you would see each other. You heard about him before obviously but that was all. And now he was in your bedroom past 3 am.
You wanted to believe that he understood your growing discomfort because he smiled at you tenderly, giving Noah a look for approval.
"How do you feel?" Noah asked softly, his lips still whispering in your ear.
"I'm okay." You breathed out, your head tilting back to rest on Noah's shoulder. You felt his fingers wander on your chest, quickly reaching your breast to mould it to his hand.
"Give me a colour baby." At these words, he pushed his thumb on your nipple, making your stomach flip.
Baby.
"Green."
A heavy silence settled between the three of you but it was short-lived. Noah's hand continued to play with you while his mouth slightly sucked on the skin of your neck. "What do you want him to do?" He asked and all you could think about was what Noah told you earlier.
"I want him to go down on me." You breathed out, your eyes closed as if it was only you and Noah, too far gone in your own horniness. But Oli was really here and it didn't take him two seconds to crawl closer to you, his big hands caressing your thighs until he reached the side of your underwear under your shorts.
At the feeling your eyes snapped back and you looked at him, unsure. He waited until he saw a change in your eyes, completely troubled by your presence. When you gave him a nod he lowered his face, gently kissing your inner thighs while his hands drew to the top of your shorts, tugging on it to take it off.
The piece of clothing in hand he threw it away in the room, not caring about where it was about to land. His mouth attached itself back to your thigh, sucking gently on your skin as he moved closer to your -wet- panties. You couldn't stop staring at him as you analysed every single one of his moves, the unrealistic scene going on in front of you like you were away from it. Oli's lips quickly reached your panties, kissing from your groin to the wet spot right between your legs.
Noah's hold became stronger around your torso when Oli's fingers pushed your underwear to the side, his tongue licking your slit as he groaned.
He was quick to get how your body worked and how you reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing your legs to put them on his shoulders, eating you out with more fervour than before. His nose rubbing your clit made you moan, your hands immediately coming to your mouth to cover your sounds. But Noah stopped you, taking your hands in his to put them on Oli's hair, pushing his head more on you until he got another moan out of you.
"Oh my god-"
Noah didn't interfere the way you were expecting him to. He only kept peppering your face and neck with kisses as he basked in your moans and whimpers. Unconsciously, your hips started to rock on Oli's face, your body arching urgently as you drowned in all of these sensations.
You were so confused but yet so aroused that you didn’t know where to turn. It all started with you admiring Oli's body on tour, enjoying how Noah could get so jealous and now it was the two of them holding you in your bed.
Looking down all you saw was Oli's head lost between your clenched thighs surrounding his head, his hips slowly rocking into the bed. Your stomach squeezed at the view and you clenched over nothing, your hips pushed even more on his head.
Oli kept going, his lips followed every single one of your hip movements until all you were resumed to was moans, your body squirming under their hold. Immediately, Noah's hands came back to your breasts, folding them more urgently than before.
"Shit-." You cursed, tugging on Oli's hair to separate him away from you but he didn't move, eating you out until he felt you orgasm under his touch.
Out of breath, your body relaxed on Noah's one, completely limp but his caress on your chest didn't stop, stimulating you all over again. The older one straightened himself, pushing away from your intimacy as he stared back at you, your mind wandering away.
"Colour?" Noah asked once again, his voice soft and low behind you.
"Green."
Still, he didn't even let you time to think as he moved under you, flipping you over on Oli's lap in a second. When you realised what was going on it was already too late, Noah had settled himself between your legs, taking Oli's place as he exchanged roles.
Immediately, he tore your underwear off, putting the wet fabric in his pocket. Taking his time to savour the moment, he gently kissed your pelvis. "Was he good?" He asked, his fingers caressing your wet folds and you nodded. Quickly, he pinched at your sensitive clit making you moan. "Words."
You whined a semblance of a "Yes", your body going completely numb on Oli's who did his best to support you. A little venturous he gently caressed your pelvis, meeting Noah there.
"Better than me?" Noah asked once again and you didn't want to answer but this time he bit the interior of your thigh, leaving a red mark.
"Maybe." You breathed out, defying him as you looked down to meet his eyes. You saw how upset he was on his face as descended on you, licking at you in the slowest way he could. Still overwhelmed from before, it didn't ask him a lot to have you all whimpering for him. His licks were slow, gentle, tender, contrasting with Oli's ones and overwhelming you even more as he knew how to get you nice and obedient.
One of his hands came to your waist, resting on it as he continued to suck on your clit. He kept you steady under his mouth, his grasp tightening on your skin, assuring you to leave a mark after that.
Almost instinctively your hand came to the back of his head, playing with his hair as you pushed him down on you. This time you didn't even hesitate like you did with Oli. All you wanted was to push him more and more on you, begging him to speed up his pace. But Noah was too much of a teasing bitch to do that. He kept his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when you would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.
Your legs started to close on Noah, desperately moving as your hips couldn't, looking for more friction. You tried to chase your other orgasm but he wanted you to know who was in charge, forbidding you to ride his face like you did with Oli. Maybe it was his way to assure his domination, or maybe he was just an ass.
But in the end, he got you so frustrated and desperate to come that all you did was whimper his name, just like he wanted you to do. You didn't call Oli's name before, not like you did with Noah and he noted it, satisfied with himself. It was all for his ego but he liked that. He liked to know he had control over your body more than anyone you could desire. No one could replace him and he wallowed in that idea.
Quickly Noah felt you clench under him while you kept moaning, unable to move. Your free hand was resting on Oli's arm, supporting yourself on it as you tried to deal with the pleasure and he kissed the top of your head. It was small soothing pecks but it was good to make your heart melt.
But Noah groaned once again and you looked down, admiring how focused he was between your legs. Oli's kisses weren't enough of a distraction to prevent your climax from washing over you as it took you away for the second time tonight. Noah continued to eat you through it like he didn't know when he had to stop. It's only when he heard you go completely silent that he pushed away.
He exchanged another look with Oli but you were too spent to even care about it. All you did was throw your arms for Noah to come closer, his body leaning on you as he left a small kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the other man under you.
"I won." He stated, his eyes full of challenge while he stared right behind you.
"What do you mean "you won?"" You asked but Noah didn't answer you, a grin settling on his face and you heard Oli sigh as he rolled his eyes.
Completely confused you tried to turn back to look at the other one but he kept you in place, his arms still firmly pressed on you.
You knew you were missing something but maybe it was for the best. Noah's vicious mind could be pretty scary when he wanted to and you weren't sure that you wanted to know about his sinister plans, especially not when they were including you.
"I won't let you fuck her tho." He told Oli all proud and you understood that the less that you knew the better it was, at least for tonight.
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