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One Night: Noah's POV-four[END]

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: lots of smut(mask play, spit play, bondage, anal, fingering, oral(m/f receiving), choking, unprotected sex), swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: Noah's POV of his one night with Reader.

Authors Note: OMG IM CRYING! I cannot believe this is the end to the very first Noah fic I wrote! I know it's supposed to be in Noah's POV but I had to throw in the readers pov a few times.

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READ/COMMENTED. MEANS SO MUCH.

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NOAH

Turning over in my bunk with a sigh, I reached for the warm body that usually would be there but touched cold, empty space. I raised my head from the pillow, half-lidded eyes searching for her then looked at the time on my phone.

2:32 a.m.

Running my hand over my tired face, I rolled out of my bunk with a groan as my long limbs stretched. Almost three weeks into the tour my body was screaming at me to sleep in an actual bed rather than the small bunk that before would barely fit me. However, with Y/N on the road with me, it was a tight squeeze for both of us. The first night, she offered to sleep in her own bunk so I could have as much space as I could but immediately I declined. I wanted her to be as close to me as possible. While none of us said it, both of us were worried about what would happen to our relationship when this tour ended. Although we both agreed to work on it even though we lived in different states; we would put in the same amount of effort.

Craning my neck to the side, bones popping, I walked to the front area of the bus, knowing exactly where she was and what she was doing. Y/N sat on one of the couches with her legs crossed, laptop perched in her lap. The lights were off, only a blue light emanating from her screen illuminated her face; glasses resting on her nose. She wore my yellow hoodie, her drowning in it as the skin of her legs peaked through the bottom of it. I hummed to myself at the sight, enjoying how she looked. This was the first time in weeks that I saw her wearing glasses.

“Angel,” I muttered quietly while rubbing my bare chest. “Do you know what time it is?”

She glanced up at me with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry. I know I said I was coming to bed like three hours ago but I got a surge of inspiration. I only meant to write for a little bit but before I knew it, I finished two chapters.”

I fell onto the couch next to her and left a soft kiss on the side of her head. “How’s the book coming?”

“If I’m being honest, I didn’t expect it to be so easy to write a novel while traveling. I thought with all the excitement of tour life, I wouldn’t be able to find time to write but it's been the opposite of that.”

I hummed. “Well, it helps that you’re writing about our night together.”

Y/N shifted next to me. “Does that bother you?”

I raised a brow at her. “Why would it?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I only want to make sure you’re comfortable with it. I didn’t use our names and I created two different characters. But everything else is the same as what happened that night. I mean, the guy is a rockstar and kind of resembles you. Maybe I should scrap the idea.”

Y/N was rambling on and I knew what this was; she was beginning to doubt her novel, something she did a few times now while with me.

“Hey.” I lifted her chin so I could force her to look at me. “Stop doubting yourself, alright? I’ve read what you have so far and it’s amazing, angel. I don’t care that you’re using something that happened between us. It inspired you to write a book, use that. Create a world from that one night.”

She bit her bottom lip and I internally groaned at the sight of her; glasses and wearing my sweater. Truly in this darkness of the bus as it moved along to our next destination, Y/N looked like an angel.

“Thank you for supporting me, Noah. I know we haven’t been together long but your support means a lot to me.”

I left a chaste kiss on her lips and then on her nose. “I’ll always support you. Even if you start writing fanfiction about me.”

“You know,” she started while going back to typing away on her laptop. “It’s kind of cool that it doesn't bother you that people write about you.”

I shrugged. “It was weird seeing it at first but I realized it helps people escape the reality world for a bit to create this entire universe, all because of our band. It’s pretty special if you think about it.”

We sat in silence for a little while as I lounged next to her, watching her fingers type furiously against the keys of her laptop. My gaze flicked upwards at her face, drinking in the sight of her and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I was afraid she could hear it.

“You’re staring,” she muttered with a smile, not taking her eyes off the screen.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Oh, these old things,” Y/N adjusted them on her nose. “I don’t usually but I think I’ve been staring at my screen too much because my eyes have been feeling a bit strained.”

“You look cute,” I mused while resting my head against her shoulder and peering down at her laptop again, stifling a yawn behind my hand.

Y/N brushed her lips over my forehead. “You should go back to sleep, Noah. It was a long night and you’ve got a big day later.”

Our show tonight was filled with problem after problem it seemed. My voice wasn’t up to par, even though everyone reassured me I sounded fine. Our tech wasn’t working which made things incredibly hard for Matt. Then not to mention the constant fights happening in the crowd tonight. We were all so upset that we ended up skipping two songs tonight only because having to stop the show a few different times for the tech issues and fights, the time we were allowed to play was stretched thin.

Later today, we were taking a break from our normal tour schedule to play a festival in Missouri. But before that, I had two solo interviews and one with the guys lined up before our set.

“Only if you come with me,” I poked Y/N’s side before looking up at her through my lashes.

“Alright,” she sighed with a playful roll of her eyes.

As she began clicking out of her tabs, one immediately caught my attention and I placed my hand over hers to stop her.

“Inspiration, huh?” I smirked and pointed to the picture on the screen.

Her cheeks flushed red and Y/N pursed her lips. “Can you blame me? You look fucking hot in that mask.”

On her screen was a picture of me sporting a Bad Omens sweater and a yellow mask.

A low noise rumbled in my throat as I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her bright eyes shined in the darkness and my heart stopped in my chest.

“Do you want me to wear the yellow one, angel?”

Y/N swallowed thickly before slowly nodding. “Please.”

My cock twitched in my joggers at hearing her beg. We had a quick fuck in the bathroom of the green room before the show but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be able to taste her on my lips later today.

I peered over her shoulder to the front of the bus, noticing the door that led to where Jake, our driver, was shut. Then I looked over my own shoulder to see if anyone was up, moving around in the back.

All clear.

I then took her laptop from her, setting it on the kitchenette table behind me, and motioned for her to lie back.

“Noah,” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “What if someone hears us?”

I gently pushed her to lie down on the couch. “Then you’ll have to be quiet, angel.”

Adjusting myself so I was kneeling on the couch in front of her, I slid my fingers underneath the bottom of her sweater; my sweater. When I continued to touch her skin and not the fabric of her shorts, I raised a brow.

“Were you sitting out here in nothing but my sweater, Y/N?” My voice was low.

She grinned. “I have panties on.”

I hooked fingers in the waistband of said panties and slowly slid them down her legs until they hung around her ankle. I spread her wider for me, mouth salivating at the sight of her slickness, with one leg up against the back of the couch and the other foot perched on the floor.

“Noah,” she whined while arching her back.

My tongue rolled over my bottom lip. “Can you be quiet for me, angel?”

Y/N quickly nodded before going to take off her sweater.

“No,” I held her hand. “Leave my sweater on. You look heavenly in yellow.”

With a flick of my tongue, I licked up her arousal with a hum of delight. She always tasted so fucking good. Y/N had her own specific taste and scent, and it drove me absolutely mad. My teeth grazed over her sensitive clit and the noises that fell from her lips made my cock throb.

Her nails raked through my hair, scraping along my scalp, and I shivered under her touch. I sucked hard on her clit, earning a loud moan from Y/N, so I smacked the inside of her thigh.

“Shit, Noah,” she hissed in pleasure when I slipped one finger between her folds.

I pumped in and out of her in fast strokes as my tongue flicked over his clit, then added another finger, spearing the two inside of her.

“Fuck!” Y/N panted as she gripped my hair tighter. “Shit. ‘M so close.”

“Cum for me, angel,” I ordered, removing my lips from her only for a second then went back to tasting her arousal.

Her body shook underneath me as she screamed out her release and I reached up, smacking a hand over her mouth. Her cries were now muffled as I licked her through the aftershocks.

“Good girl,” I praised while leaving a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh.

I helped Y/N to a sitting position and wrapped my hand around the back of her head, pulling her into a heated kiss. She moaned as she tasted herself on my tongue and folded into me, hands resting on my chest.

“I’m so sleepy now,” Y/N sighed while adjusting the glasses on her nose.

“Let's go to sleep, angel.” I reached for his discarded panties and pocketed them.

“Hey!”

She tried to reach for them but I threw her over my shoulder as I stood to my feet. Thankfully her sweater covered her bare ass as I began walking back toward our bunk.

“You don’t need them,” I said.

“Noah,” she giggled. “I can’t sleep without underwear.”

Gently, I tossed her into our bunk and looked around at the others, making sure her cries of pleasure hadn’t woken anyone up.

“I need to make sure I have all of you when I wake up,” I winked while crawling into bed with her, pulling the curtain closed tight.

“Such a perv,” Y/N joked while smacking my chest.

I wrapped her into my embrace by lifting her leg over my hips as she rested her head against my chest. We lay there for a little while, just basking in the solace that we created ourselves.

“Noah,” Y/N spoke quietly while running a finger over the tattoos on my chest.

I hummed, enjoying the way she felt against me.

“Do you honestly think my novel is good enough?”

I shifted us a bit so I could gaze down at her with a frown pulling at my lips. However, Y/N refused to look at me.

“Y/N, why are you doubting yourself?” I questioned.

She was quiet for a long moment, simply dragging a finger over the tattoos on my stomach now.

“It’s my first one. I’ve written a few things online for years but this is an actual story that's going to be published for people to buy. What if it fails?” She finished with a shaky breath.

I rolled us over so I was peering down at her while she was on her back. Y/N’s usual bright eyes were dulled and I took off her glasses, safely setting them in the far corner of the bunk.

“Why do you think it will fail?” I asked.

When she tried to look away, I cupped her cheek so she couldn’t. “Don’t hide from me, angel.”

“I-shit-,” her bottom lip quivered. “Writing is all I have, ya know? If this book fails, I don't know what I’m going to do.”

I left a soft kiss on her nose. “There’s going to be negativity with it, there's no way around that. But from what I’ve personally dealt with, you need to focus on all the positives. I don’t want to see you get in your own head, angel.”

She nodded in my grasp. “I’m my own biggest critic. Now that I’m so close to finishing it, doubt is settling in about if it’ll be good enough. What if no publishing company wants to pick it up?”

I brushed some hair out of her face and propped myself up on my other elbow.

“Have you thought about self-publishing?” I suggested.

Y/N scoffed. “I looked into it and the cheapest route is almost a grand. I don’t have that amount of money to invest in something that might fail. The cost of living in Las Vegas is killing me to begin with, I can’t put all my savings into something that might fail.”

My lips parted to speak but she quickly pressed a finger over them, hushing me. “No, don’t. I do not need your money for this, Noah. I cannot ask you for that.”

I kissed her finger before removing it from my mouth. “I just want to take care of you, Y/N.”

She grabbed my hand and left a kiss on the inside of my palm. “I know. But I can’t ask that from you. I’ll figure it out.”

“Well,” I tapped her nose. “Writing isn't the only thing you have. You have me and I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N grinned up at me. “Good because I’m not letting you go.”

I dipped low to leave a kiss on her lips, letting my tongue slip inside to taste every inch of her mouth. Faintly I could still taste her arousal on her tongue and I groaned, rutting my hips into her.

Y/N’s nails left red marks down my chest and stomach then she reached for my joggers, pulling at them.

“What do you want, angel?” I asked breathless from the kiss.

Her bottom lip jutted out and I immediately attacked it with my teeth.

“Fuck,” she hissed while bringing her fingers to her lips, faint crimson painting them. “I’m bleeding.”

Our lips met again in a fiery, teeth-smacking kiss, and Y/N’s hand slipped beneath my joggers, palming my hard cock. I groaned into the kiss and ground my cock against her hand as Y/N began palming it.

“Noah,” she mewled against my lips. “I need it.”

“Use your words,” I teased while leaving a mark in the crook of her neck.

Y/N squeezed my cock and I hissed in pleasure as my head fell to her chest. Her hand began to pump up and down then when her thumb grazed over the head, I nearly came in her hand.

“Angel,” I breathed against her neck. “Please don’t stop.”

She did, only briefly to help me shimmy out of my joggers then I stripped her off her sweater, eyes turning dark when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Quickly I guided her hand back to my aching cock and Y/N started pumping me fast and hard.

“Shit. Please,” I held myself up on my elbows as I gazed down at her through half-lidded eyes. “Keep going.”

Her eyes were locked on the space between us, almost focusing on her actions.

“I love hearing you beg,” Y/N gazed up at me, a playful smirk on her lips.

“Don’t.” I panted. “Stop.”

Suddenly, she was patting my hip with her free hand. “Get on your back.”

I groaned when she stopped. “Angel-.”

“Get on your back, Noah. Now.”

Something burned low in my belly hearing the demanding tone in her voice so with a hastily nod, I did what she asked and watched as she climbed on top of me. It was a tight fit with the small space of the bunk and she couldn’t sit completely upright. Instead, she leaned half of her body over me as she held my cock with one hand, the other resting over my heart.

I internally smiled at the small gesture.

My head fell back onto the pillow when Y/N slowly inched herself down on my cock, the tightness of her walls gripping around me harder than her hand did.

“Fuck,” she cursed. “I didn't think this through. Not much space here.”

I grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist to lock her into place. “We need an actual fucking bed.”

As her hips moved, a spew of curses fell from my lips along with her name, it sounded like a prayer in the small confines of what we called our bedroom the last two weeks. It still didn’t feel real sometimes that she was here with me. Y/N chose to leave her life behind to follow me and my band across the States for a month. Not many people did that, especially for someone they barely knew.

But we weren’t those people. Our relationship wasn’t typical, it had been different since the start.

The last two weeks have been perfect. Y/N fit in great with everyone in our crew, she and Nicholas bonded over Britt. Same with her and Folio. Y/N and Jolly had a mutual show they watched together some nights after our shows when she wasn’t working on her novel.

Hell, Y/N and Matt even bonded over their love for raccoons.

Gazing up into her bright eyes, I cupped her cheek to force our gazes to lock.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

A red hue brushed across the soft features of her face as she continued to ride me. “Hm, no. Not recently.”

“Well,” I pulled her flush against me. “You’re fucking beautiful, angel. And mine.”

“Yours,” she cried out when I began to fuck up into her, my cock slamming with no remorse.

The bunk beneath us creaked, giving away to everyone on the bus what we were doing, but I didn’t care. Y/N’s head fell to my shoulder, my name muffled by my skin, and when she clenched harder around me I knew she was close.

I yanked her head back with my free hand, the other still wrapped around her tight and exposed her face and neck to me.

“I want to watch you fall apart on my cock,” I said through gritted teeth.

Her tits bounced with each hard thrust and I briefly took one of her nipples in my mouth, biting and teasing it with my tongue.

“Noah,” Y/N choked out. “‘M gonna.”

My head snapped up so I could watch her as the coil in my stomach began to snap, a burning rush shooting through my entire body as my release washed over me without warning.

Both of us moaned each other's names in tangent as Y/N came apart all over my cock, her arousal coating my cock and hips. She fell to my body in a heap of exhaustion and I quickly covered us with the blanket, not bothering to clean us up or get dressed.

“Goodnight, Noah,” Y/N pressed a kiss to my cheek before snuggling closer to me.

I grinned, heart beating wildly in my chest, and wrapped myself tighter around her. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

READER

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I exclaimed while staring down at the email on my laptop.

Dear Y/N,

We hope this email finds you well. But we wanted to let you know that beginning in two months, we will not be renewing your lease. We appreciate your understanding in this matter.

From,

The leasing office.

“Everything alright?” Noah asked as he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, steam following him.

I bit my lip at the sight of him. The towel hung loosely around his hips, his hair was slicked back, and droplets of water trailed down his warm skin still red from his shower.

I blinked. “Sorry, did you say something?”

He smirked. “Distracted, are we?”

“Well, you walk out like this,” I motioned to him from head to toe. “And you expect me NOT to listen to a word you just said?”

“If I didn’t already bend you over the bathroom sink to fuck you, I would. But I have to be at the venue soon,” Noah left a kiss on my forehead.

My cheeks burned at the memory of earlier when Noah had me bent over the bathroom counter, fucking me without an ounce of falter. He slammed me so hard into the granite counter top, I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning. Noah’s long fingers were hooked in my mouth to hold me upright and I shivered when I remembered how my body reacted during my orgasm.

“Are you sure you don’t mind if I stay here tonight?” I asked, biting my lip as I watched him walk around the room naked.

Shit, his ass was perfect.

“Angel,” he sighed while stepping into a pair of black briefs. “You’ve watched every single show on this tour so far. I’m not going to be mad or upset if you miss this one.”

I pouted. “I know but I feel terrible.”

“You’re so close to finishing your book, Y/N. You need some quiet time to focus. Take advantage of the fact we are staying in a hotel for the next two nights. Enjoy the quiet tonight and tomorrow we can spend our last day off sightseeing,” Noah said.

It was the start of the last week of the tour and while the fear of what would happen afterward started to weigh heavy on my shoulders, I did my best not to dwell on it because I didn’t want to ruin the time we had left. It was clear that we would continue our relationship but it wouldn’t be easy since we lived in different states.

“I can’t believe there are only four shows left,” I noted while setting my laptop on the table in front of me. “How do you feel about it?”

Noah fell onto the couch next to me with a breath. “It’s always bittersweet. While I love performing on stage in front of sold-out crows, I miss the comfort and solace of my house.”

I hummed in agreement, resting my hand on the back of his neck to play with the wet strands of his hair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had that feeling about the place I’ve lived in,” I admitted.

“Really?” He raised a brow.

“I’ve tried to make my apartment feel like a home but it always feels like something was missing. But it doesn't even matter anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

With a long sigh, I turned my laptop towards him so he could read the email, a slight frown pulling on his lips.

“So, this means what?” Noah asked, even though I was pretty sure he already knew.

“I have sixty days to find a new place to live,” I shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge deal.

Although, it was. My heart sunk low to the depths of my stomach knowing that I had to spend the rest of my time on the road with Noah by looking for places to live.

“Do you want to stay in Las Vegas?” He asked while rubbing my back.

“I guess before I never thought of moving anywhere else but now-,” the words trailed off.

I didn’t want to say something if Noah didn’t feel the same.

“But what?” He urged with a gentle tone.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should think about moving somewhere new; a fresh start,” I said after some hesitation.

Noah hummed. “I heard Los Angeles is a great place to start fresh.”

My head snapped up towards him, the words stumbling over my tongue.

“Wh-what?

My heart hammered so loud in my chest that I could hear it in my ears and I began rubbing my palms on my thighs. Noah immediately picked up on my nerves and gently grabbed my hands and brought them to his chest.

“I’m not asking you to move in with me, angel. You said it yourself though that you’re looking for a fresh start. Los Angeles has a lot of opportunities and there’s quite a few different places for rent around my area,” Noah explained.

I chewed on my bottom lip. “Well, if I’m being honest. There’s really nothing for me in Las Vegas anymore. Britt was bouncing back and forth between there and Virgina to see Folio so I barely saw her to begin with.”

Noah’s thumb brushed over the back of my hand, his brown eyes sparkling with so much hope.

“It will make things easier for us,” I turned towards him. “But I don’t want to uproot my entire life if you’re not willing to work on us.”

“Angel,” he brought my hands to his lips, leaving a vast variety of kisses. “I’m one hundred percent into this relationship. You know that I’m not going to force you into anything. But I’ve had you this close to me the last few weeks, I don’t think I can handle you living hours away from me after this.”

Tears burned in the corners of my eyes and I blew out a shaky breath to keep them at bay.

“Can I think about it?” I asked after a few beats of silence.

Noah’s face fell slightly but he quickly recovered. “Of course, angel.”

There was a knock on the door of our hotel room and after a quick kiss to my forehead, Noah tossed on a shirt before answering the door. On the other side stood Jolly with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Ready?”

Noah peered over his shoulder to me, a frown on his lips. “I’ll miss you.”

I giggled while jutting out my bottom lip. “I’ll miss you too, Pookie Bear.”

Jolly rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room, waiting for Noah to finish packing up his things.

“You’re not coming tonight?” He asked.

I shook my head while motioning towards my laptop. “I have to finish up the last few things of my novel. I plan to self-publish in the next month or so.”

“Oh, fuck. That’s great, Y/N!” Jolly smiled wide.

“It’s a bit scary, though. I’m putting everything I have into this and if it fails, I don’t know what I’ll do,” I admitted with a sigh.

Noah snuck up behind me on the couch and placed his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him upside down and he bent low to leave a firm but soft kiss on my lips.

“It won’t fail, Y/N. I’ve read it and this is my unbiased opinion. You wrote an amazing, beautiful story. People will love it,” he reassured me with a squeeze to my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I mused while tapping his arm.

With one final kiss, Noah sneaking his tongue past my lips, I moaned quietly into his mouth as my hand snaked behind his neck.

“I’ll miss you,” he muttered against my lips.

“I’ll do my best to stay awake to wait for you,” I said.

Noah slung his back over his shoulder and winked. “I’ll wake you up if you’re asleep.”

As he and Jolly began to walk out of the room, I called after them.

“Jolly!”

“Yeah?” He poked his head back into the room just before Noah shut the door.

“Tomorrow night! Season finale. Bring the pizza, I’ll have the drinks!” I pointed a finger at him.

With a two-finger salute, Jolly nodded with Noah pushing him out of the room. He quickly turned to look back at me.

“See you later, angel,” Noah blew a kiss.

“Kick ass tonight!” I returned it.

Finally, in the solace of the hotel room, I blew out a shaky breath and rested my laptop on my lap once again, ignoring the email from my leasing office. Even though I asked Noah for time to think about my final decision, I already knew what I was going to do.

It was the truth when I said there was nothing for me left in Las Vegas and I wanted a fresh start. Although, I didn’t expect Noah to throw out the idea of moving to Los Angeles. But the thought of being close to him made my heart flutter in the best fucking way. We got so used to being around each other all day, every day the last few weeks so the thought of being separated once the tour ended on Friday didn’t sound appealing.

With a crack of my fingers, I set to work for the next few hours focusing on my novel as I worked out the last few kinks and polishing it to perfection. By the time I felt comfortable with everything, reading it from start to finish, I couldn’t stop the large smile that spread on my face.

“Shit, Noah was right. This is good,” I muttered to myself.

Quickly checking the time on my phone, I noticed that it was almost time for Bad Omens to go on stage so I hastily typed out a message to Noah.

Me: It’s finished 😁

Almost instantly, he responded.

Noah🧜: I’m so fucking proud of you, angel. We’ll celebrate later tonight when I’m back.

With a slight uncurl of my lips, I responded.

Me: Would this maybe include the yellow mask?

After a few minutes of no response, I chalked it up to Noah being pulled away to go on stage. So I spent the rest of the night tidying up the hotel room every so often checking my phone for any Bad Omens content from tonight. Even though it was sparse, I couldn’t help but feel that twinge of jealousy that I didn’t go tonight.

It’s one night, Y/N. You have four more shows to watch before the end.

Just before I went to lock my phone, a new text from Noah popped up.

“Must be the break,” I muttered with a smile.

Noah🧜: Don’t tempt me, Y/N. Because now that’s all I’m thinking about before going back out on stage.

Of course, I did want to tempt him so with a sinister smirk, I quickly stepped out of my clothes and lounged on the bed. I went through a few different positions until I found the best one and snapped a few pictures. I had an arm over my bare breasts with my bright yellow lace panties. With the picture attached, I replied to Noah.

Me: Is this temptation enough?

Setting my phone on the bed, I got dressed once again then ordered myself some room service with a few extra things for Noah when he returned tonight. I did some more research on how to self-publish and although the doubt was still there, I couldn’t help but feel excited that soon my book would be out there for everyone to read.

I tapped my chin and mulled over this thought for a few seconds, I decided to spend the time while I ate to look up different apartments for rent in Los Angeles.

“What the fuck,” I grumbled when I realized how expensive some of the apartments were. “There’s no way I can afford any of these.”

I shut my laptop with a bit of force and left it on the coffee table. I decided to ease away my worries and doubts by taking a long soak in the tub. Briefly checking my phone, I noticed Noah still hadn’t responded but I knew that it was the end of the show and he’d be back soon enough anyway.

Almost thirty minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom with the towel loosely around me only to be pushed up against the wall by a large, warm body.

“Someone’s been naughty while I’m gone.”

I was frozen in fear until the familiar voice breathed in my ear and immediately I relaxed in his embrace. His arms were posted on either side of my head, hands sprawled against the wall as his hips locked me in place. I drank in the sight of his tattoos and eased into his chest.

“I missed you,” I breathed while resting my head on his shoulder.

It was then that I noticed something yellow covering Noah’s face and I sucked in a breath. But before I could turn to look at him completely, he forced my face into the wall again. A slick warmth spread between my legs as a fire buzzed in my lower spine.

“Meet me in the hotel pool in ten minutes,” his teeth grazed over the shell of my ear.

“W-what?”

Suddenly Noah’s warmth was gone followed by the door to the room shutting. I swallowed thickly while staring at the empty room. My heart felt giddy with the wonder and excitement of what Noah had planned but my stomach flipped with nerves as I quickly threw on some clothes.

NOAH

Thankfully the pool was empty since it was late evening so I didn’t have to worry about anyone other than Y/N walking in. I sat on the edge of the pool in my pair of black swim trunks and the yellow mask covering my face. From the second I saw that picture of Y/N, all I could think about was this moment which made it difficult to focus on finishing my set tonight.

The door to the pool room opened and my eyes snapped away from my legs wadding in the water to drink in the sight of Y/N sheepishly walking in. My pupils dilated when I noticed she was wearing my white Death Note shirt and nothing else.

I felt her burning gaze over every inch of me, lingering on my face, and even from our distance, I could see the breath catch in her throat.

“What if someone walks in on us?” She asked while shifting on her feet.

I pointed to the door behind her. “Lock it.”

Her eyes widened. “Noah, we can't!”

I titled my head to the side. “Angel, are you afraid?”

“No,” Y/N scoffed with a shaky voice. “I just don’t-.”

“Lock. The. Door.”

I never took my eyes off of her as I watched her shuffle her feet back to the door and when the click of the lock echoed in the large space, I hooked my finger at her.

“Get in the pool,” I demanded.

Y/N swallowed thickly. “Uh, I didn’t wear my swimsuit.”

My feet kept wading through the water as I bit my lip. “Are you telling me that’s all you’re wearing?”

When she nodded, I absent-mindedly ran a hand over my chest, a hum vibrating against my palm. I had two options: I could have her strip naked and get in the pool or have her get in the pool while still wearing my shirt.

Deciding on the second option, I jumped into the pool still wearing the mask, and swam to the other end of the pool where she stood. I reached my hand out towards her but quickly picked up on the hesitation on her face.

“Are you alright?” I asked, my facade dropping slightly.

“Um, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of nervous about what you have planned,” she rubbed her hands on her thighs. “I trust you, Noah. I do.”

“Safe word?” I reminded her.

Y/N nodded with a small hint of a smile. “I remember.”

“Good,” I extended my hand again. “Now get your pretty ass in this pool.”

When she went to reach for her shirt to take it off, I curly shook my head. “Leave it on.”

The second her soft hand was in mine, I helped her walk down the stairs of the pool until the water stopped right under her breasts. I yanked her into my embrace, catching her lips in a passionate kiss. Her nails dug into my chest while mine gripped underneath the shirt, grazing over her bare ass.

“Angel,” I groaned against her lips while pushing her against the wall of the pool, locking her in place.

Y/N pushed me away gently so she could look into my eyes, hers darting all over my face.

“Fuck, I thought you looked hot in the black one but something about this yellow mask is making me feral,” she nipped at the skin of my neck.

I hissed in pleasure, shivering underneath the touch of her lips upon me. It was something I never got used to, no matter how many times she kissed me. I still couldn't explain this feeling that filled my heart and view whenever I was with her. It was so unknown that it scared me to follow it at first. It hindered me useless when she left me in the hotel room all those months ago.

Suddenly I realized that this was the first time we were in a hotel room together since that first night together and fear sunk my heart deep. I yanked her away from me so I could force her to look into my eyes.

“Promise you won’t leave?” I asked with a stern hold on her chin.

“Huh?”

I licked my lips. “I need you to promise me that you won’t walk out the door tonight unless it’s with me.”

Y/N’s eyes darted back and forth between mine until they finally softened, her realizing why I needed her to promise me this.

“Noah,” she cupped my cheek over the mask. “I promise to never leave you like that again. I’m here with you, for you, and I’m never leaving.”

I swallowed the burn in my throat and left a kiss on the inside of her palm. “Thank you.”

She kissed me again and this time, I didn’t hold back. I ravaged every single inch of her with my hands and mouth, needing to taste her; to feel her. With my hands on her hips, I forced her to turn around towards the wall of the pool.

“Hands on the edge,” I rasped.

Doing what I said, Y/N rested her hands on the edge of the pool while I brought her ass towards me underneath the water. My cock was straining against the confines of my tight swim trunks, it almost begging to be inside of her. Ever since she sent me that picture earlier, all I could think about was the sweetness of her pussy and the way it felt when it gripped my cock.

Once my cock was free, I pumped it a few times underwater and leaned over Y/N to whisper in her ear.

“You think you were smart sending me that picture earlier?”

My voice was dark and low, filled with my desire and mock disappointment.

“No,” she breathed.

“Anyone could have seen it, angel,” I nuzzled my mask-covered face into the crook of her neck. “What if that happened?”

One hand was wrapped tightly around my cock, poised at her entrance, while my other hand dug into the soft skin of her hip to keep her in place.

“I’m sorry,” she whined while pressing her ass farther into me.

Her whines went straight to my cock.

“I’m not going to hold back, angel,” I bit down on the sweet spot of skin underneath her ear.

“Fuck me, Noah.”

With fucking pleasure.

The water splashed as I slammed into her, completely seething myself between her folds, and her cries echoed throughout the vast room around us. Neither of us said a word as I harshly fucked it, the only thing that you could hear was the water splashing, my heavy breathing, and her cries of pleasure.

I wrapped my arm around her midsection to pull her closer to me, her shirt hiked up just underneath her breasts, and I felt the sweat gather on my forehead underneath the mask due to the humidity of the pool and our bodies intertwined.

“Shit,” I cursed when her pussy clenched around me. “I need to take the mask off.”

“No!” Y/N looked over her shoulder at me. “Please, not yet.”

Water had splashed out from the pool onto the stone floor around us and I yanked her off of me, her whines of protest sounding like music to my ears. I spun Y/N around so she could look up at me now.

“You want to see the mask?”

She nodded in her blissed-out state.

“Then eyes on me, angel,” I demanded, spearing her open with my cock yet again.

Y/N cried out my name, almost as if she was praying to me, and I lifted her leg around my back so I could reach her at a better angle; deeper. I needed to go deeper.

“Noah.”

Her eyes never left mine as I fucked her senseless, her mouth falling open. My cock twitched inside her when the fire burned at the base of my spine, my orgasm so fucking close.

“Are you close, angel?” I asked, barely hanging on as my pace became erratic and uneven.

There was a slight frown on her face and for a second, I worried I was hurting her.

“It’s hard for me to cum underwater,” Y/N admitted with a shy face.

One hand rested against my chest while her other grasped at my mask, almost holding it in place.

“It’s okay, you can cum, Noah. Cum for me, I want to watch your face underneath the mask fall apart.

A whimper crawled out of my throat, one that made Y/N’s eyes widened and pussy clench around me one final time as my hips stilled, cock spilling my arousal into her. My forehead fell to hers as my breath came out strangled.

“So beautiful,” Y/N mused while playing with the strands of hair that peaked out from underneath my mask.

“Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t cum in water,” I asked, almost breathless, now looking at her.

She shrugged. “Trust me, Noah. It still felt good; really good. But I couldn’t even if you put a vibrator against my clit. My body just can't.”

Ripping off the mask now, I let the cool air of the room brush across the heated skin of my face and took a deep breath.

“Well,” I kissed her lips and tucked myself away. “Seems like we have unfinished business then.”

Y/N raised a brow but before she could ask what I meant, I had her sitting on the edge of the pool, me following right behind her.

“Noah-.”

Her giggles carried around the room as I threw her wet body over my shoulder and began walking us out of the pool room.

“My ass is hanging out!” She cried.

I smacked it before unlocking the door. “Lucky for you, our room is only down the hall.”

It was her turn to smack my ass. “If anyone sees us, Mr. Sebastian, I swear to Hades himself.”

“Oh, Mr. Sebastian, huh? Am I your professor now?” I joked when we stepped in front of our door.

When Y/N was set down on her feet, she crossed her arms over her chest, the wet strands of her hair sticking to her face.

“Are you suggesting a new roleplay?”

She was fucking adorable with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. If she wasn’t careful, I would have pressed her up against the door and fucked her right here in the hallway.

“You like the idea of me dressing up as your professor? You’re my student coming to ask for extra credit?” I teased while leaning an arm against the wall above her.

Y/N gazed up at me through her lashes and dragged a finger down my abdomen, resting at the waistband of my swim trunks. “Only if you wear those gold round glasses.”

“Really,” I leaned away from her. “Those glasses turned you on?”

She shrugged with chattering lips. “You look fucking adorable in glasses.”

I patted her thigh. “Let’s get you inside and warm you up. Your lips are blue.”

Once the door was opened, I let her walk in first, only for Y/N to halt in place with a loud gasp leaving her lips. I stood behind her with a proud smirk on her face.

READER

I stood in place as I took in the sight in front of me with tears gathering in my eyes. Somehow while we were in the pool, Noah had someone come and decorate our hotel room with a variety of flowers, a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries, and a bottle of sparkling grape juice on the table.

“Wh-what is this?” I pointed while looking back at Noah.

He was leaning his back against the shut door, a proud smile on his face. “I told you we would celebrate you finishing your book.”

“When did you do this?”

“Jolly came and set it up while we were in the pool,” Noah said.

I felt my skin prick and burn. “You didn’t tell him why we were in the pool, did you?”

“No, angel,” he snorted while pushing himself off the door and closing the distance between us. “Do you like it?”

I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head against the cool skin of his chest.

“I love it, thank you.”

Noah placed a kiss on top of my head. “Anything for you.”

We stayed like that for a few beats until he lifted my chin with a finger and kissed me gently and slowly. The amount of passion from this simple kiss made my heart stutter in my chest and my head spin with a feeling I was so afraid of confronting. It had been lingering within me a lot the last week and I kept pushing it deeper and deeper.

But now in Noah’s embrace, I couldn’t ignore that feeling that lit a fire in my veins and made my heart spread warmth throughout my entire existence.

He walked me back towards the bed where the back of my knees hit before I fell onto it, Noah following close behind. His hand grazed over the chilled skin of my thigh before resting over my hip as his other hand palmed my cheek, keeping me in place.

My fingers wrapped around his wrist while I hooked him with my legs around his back. Noah’s tongue brushed over my lips as he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Woah,” I said breathlessly. “That was some kiss.”

His eyes burned with so much adoration as he stared down at me, thumb grazing just underneath my cheekbone.

“I have something else we can try tonight. If you’re up for it.”

I nodded, a little too eager. “Always.”

Noah climbed off of me to help me sit up, removing my cold wet shirt and tossing it to the floor. My nipples perked with the sudden chill and he motioned for me to lie back.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

I nodded again. “Always.”

“Close your eyes for me then, angel.”

Doing as he said, I listened as he moved around the room, glass clanking together, and what sounded like him rustling around in his suitcase. The bed dipped next to my head when I felt Noah grab my wrists, pinning them together, and a silk fabric was tied around them.

“What?” I opened my eyes to see him tying my wrists to the headboard of the bed.

My heart rate picked up as the slick wetness pooled between my legs.

Noah peered down at me. “I-is this alright?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he suddenly became.

“More than alright,” I reassured him with a soft kiss to the anime tattoo on his thigh.

With my reassurance, he finished tying my wrists to the bed and then slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

“If this is too much, let me know.”

Suddenly without my sense of sight or touch, my others picked up and I could hear the slight waver in Noah’s voice.

“I’m okay, Noah. I’ll use the safe word if I have to.”

He patted my thigh softly before he got off the bed only for a few seconds before returning. A bottle popped loudly in the room and I squirmed, my squeals echoed when a cold liquid spilled over my stomach and between the valley of my breasts.

“It’s so cold,” I giggle while writhing in my binds.

Noah’s tongue licked up the liquid, starting at my navel then up between my breasts and I heard him hum in approval.

“You taste so fucking good, angel.”

His hand lifted my legs so I was perched on my feet then spread them wide. The cold liquid was then spilled over my core and when I tried to close my legs, Noah’s grip on my thighs turned bruising; in the best way.

“No hiding.”

“Shit,” I arched my back off the bed when I felt his tongue lap up the juices, my own and the one he spilled before he sucked it with a pop.

My jaw was wrenched open and although I couldn’t see, I could hear Noah taking a drink from the bottle before he hovered over my lips. Suddenly, he kissed me, spitting the juice from his mouth into mine and I groaned in ecstasy as I hungrily attacked him.

Unfortunately, he pulled away too soon and I could hear Noah set down the bottle on the bedside table but was taken aback when his lips met mine in a hungry kiss yet again. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I moaned when I tasted myself mixed with the sparkling grape juice.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” Noah mused while he kissed down my jaw and neck. “I can’t wait to be by your side as you continue to succeed.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” I joked as a happy tear fell from behind the blindfold.

He kissed it away. “You deserve all of this.”

Suddenly his warmth was gone only to be replaced with an unknown feeling being grazed over my perky nipples and then down my stomach. It was gone for a second and what sounded like Noah taking a bite of something juicy before I felt that object grazing over the same path as before only this time it was wet and sticky. His tongue followed that path and I shivered underneath the touch, still only seeing the darkness of the blindfold.

“If I had to compare you to any flavor, I think this would be it,” Noah’s voice was deep, overtaken by his own lust.

I whined. “Noah, please.”

My body felt on fire with what I guess was the strawberries, as it dragged over every inch of my torso followed by Noah’s tongue. The burn between my legs was a painful ache that I needed to touch. With me not orgasming in the pool, I felt like I was ready to explode with the simple breath of him.

I pulled at the binds. “Please, love.”

I felt Noah stiffen above me. “What?”

“Can you take the blindfold off? I want to see you.”

Suddenly I blinked wildly at the sudden brightness of the room but sucked in a breath when I realized how close Noah was to me; his pupils blown wide.

“What did you call me?”

My brows furrowed as I tried to remember what I did call him.

“Love?” I said again, only this time it was filled with doubt.

Was it too much? Too soon for a nickname like that?

“I’m sorry. It sort of slipped. If you don’t like it-.”

Noah’s hand covered my mouth, hushing my rantings. “It’s fine, angel. I like it. As long as you don’t call me some kind of frozen dessert, love is fine.”

I peered down at myself, eyes widening at the sticky mess he created. My breasts and stomach were covered with the red juice from the strawberry and the chocolate that seemed to melt.

Then resting on top of my pussy was a perfectly shaped strawberry and Noah followed my gaze by perching himself between my legs, his brown eyes peering up at me.

He took a bite of the strawberry and flicked it with his tongue. Anything I wanted to say died on my tongue as I continued to watch him devour the fruit that was still resting on my core.

“No-Noah,” his name came out choked.

“Hm?” He hummed while flicking his gaze up to me, now dragging the half-eaten fruit between my lips and I arched off the bed at the new sensation.

I pulled hard at the binds on my wrist but cursed when I realized there was no way I’d be able to break free.

“Try all you want. I’ve done extensive research in Shibari,” Noah bit gently on the inside of my thigh. “You’re not getting out of that.”

I hissed. “Shi-what?”

“Shibari,” Noah bit then licked up the entire length of my thigh. “Japanese bondage.”

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Have you been reading my private thoughts or something? You’re two for two tonight on my secret list of kinks.”

His head snapped up from between my legs. “What was the first one?”

I wanted to turn my head away in embarrassment but knew that Noah didn’t want me to hide from him.

“You spitting the juice in my mouth,” I said with only a slight waver in my voice.

Noah’s eyes darkened as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “You’re bringing out this dark side of me, angel.”

I lifted my hips towards his face. “Prove it.”

His face disappeared when he buried himself between my legs again, tongue and teeth crazing over my clit and I cried out in pleasure.

“I’d say you’re better than any fucking fruit,” Noah said before sucking on my sensitive nub and adding two fingers.

He pumped ruthlessly and I swore under my breath, stars blinding my vision.

“God Noah,” I mewelled feeling the coil in my stomach pull taunt, almost ready to spring free.

My toes curled as my legs went stiff, orgasm so fucking close.

“That’s right, you call me and I’ll make sure you cum, angel,” Noah rasped.

Finally, I let my body relax as my waves of ecstasy washed over me and I came all over Noah’s face and fingers, the noises I made undoubtedly being heard by whoever was in the room next to us.

“Shit,” I breathed, chest heaving.

Noah licked me through the aftershocks while he reached for another strawberry. The juices squirted everywhere when he sunk his teeth in deep and it was then I noticed he had stripped himself of his swim trunks, baring himself naked in front of me as he knelt between my legs. His hair was falling into his eyes in slight curls from the humidity of the pool earlier and I whined at how gorgeous he looked with the red juices of the strawberry and my arousal coating his lips and jaw.

His cock was thick and red, beads of precum spilling from the slit and I licked my lips, wanting a taste.

Noah cocked his head to the side. “Do you want to suck something, angel?”

“Please!” I begged.

Suddenly the fingers he used to finger me were stuffed in my mouth, instantly tasting myself and the strawberry on them. My tongue quickly went to work on cleaning them, humming in approval of the taste.

“That’s it, I want you to taste how heavenly you are for me, angel.”

His fingers were yanked from my mouth with a loud pop but before I could protest, I noticed Noah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, jaw falling slack. I saw his hips still and felt a warm liquid coat the inside of my thigh. His cum covered both of our thighs and the blanket beneath me.

“Shit,” Noah cursed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t think-.”

“Untie me.”

He raised a brow. “What?”

My jaw clenched as I spoke through gritted teeth. “Untie. Me. Now.”

“Yes ma'am,” Noah joked while finally freeing me from my binds.

Once freed, I managed to overpower him so that I was straddling him, a look of shock on his face. I reached for a strawberry on the plate next to the bed then once perched over his cock, semi-limp but also hard from his orgasm, I took a large bite of the strawberry so now he was covered in the juices.

I tossed the rest of the strawberry to the ground before licking up the cum from inside his thigh and then the length of Noah’s cock, reveling in the taste of his cum and strawberry. My tongue swirled over the head in fast circles and Noah’s hand grasped at my hair, holding me in place.

The noise that came from Noah’s mouth nearly made me choke on his cock.

Did he just whine?

No. There’s no way.

I grabbed the rest of his cock I couldn’t fit in my mouth and stroked in slow pumps.

Another whine echoed in the room.

Shit.

“Angel,” Noah whined, just before he spilled himself down my throat. “What the fuck!”

I was pulled off of him with a loud pop, his hips shaking from being over-sensitive.

“That’s it, Noah,” I praised with a kiss to the reaper tattoo on his stomach. “I knew you had it in you.”

As he pulled me into his warm embrace, ready to sleep the exhaustion that had suddenly overtaken us away, I didn’t miss how his eyes glistened when I praised him.

“Do you remember your promise?” Noah’s voice broke through the quiet.

I rested my chin on his chest as I glanced up at him. “I’m not leaving you, Noah. I’m right here with you as long as you have me.”

He left a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’m not letting you go, angel.”

I wrapped my leg around his stomach. “The feeling is mutual, love.”

Just before the darkness of sleep took us, I traced my finger over Noah’s chest. “I’m going to move to Los Angeles.”

Noah suddenly lifted my chin to face him, his eyes full of light and hope. “You are?”

I nodded with a wide smile. “There’s nothing for me in Las Vegas anymore. Everything I want is wherever you are, Noah.”

We shared a lazy kiss that was full of passion and I relaxed into his embrace, excited for what the future held for us.

READER

“Mother fucker,” Noah cursed as he bounded down the steps of the stage to where I was standing.

It was the final show of the tour and everything you think could have gone wrong, did.

There were fights all night.

Noah’s voice wasn’t up to par as he was dealing with some kind of sore throat but he wanted to push on.

Folio’s drum broke but that was an easy fix.

Not to mention, since this was the last show, that meant that I was flying back home tomorrow. We didn’t speak of it much only because we didn’t want the bubble we created the last few weeks to pop. I needed to go back home to pack up my apartment and figure out where the hell I was going to live. In the last few days, we spent all our free time looking up apartments only to be broken down when I realized how expensive Noah’s area was.

“Something will come up, angel,” Noah kissed the side of my head. “We can’t rush things.”

“I have less than sixty days to find something. I feel like I have to rush. But these prices are insane.”

Nick set down a cup of tea in front of me as we all lounged in the front area of the bus while it drove us to the next destination.

“Your book is set to be published at the end of the month right?” He asked.

I nodded. “It cleared out my savings so I’m hoping that it wasn’t for nothing.”

Jolly sighed. “You need to stop being so negative. While we didn’t read your book, from what Noah has said, your book will become popular. You already have a great following on your Instagram. Just give it time.”

“I’m my biggest critic,” I shrugged with a sigh.

“That’s why you and Noah are perfect together,” Folio joked with a smirk.

I was brought out of the past when Noah kicked the crate next to me and I grabbed his arm.

“Noah, you need to take a breath,” I said when he turned to look at me.

The vein in his neck twitched. “This was the last show and everything kept getting fucked up.”

“I know,” I rested my hand on his cheek and could feel all the anger leave his body. “But you can’t dwell on it, alright? You can’t change things that already happened.”

He pressed a kiss on the inside of my palm. “I just hate not being able to control things.”

I nodded. “I’ve noticed. Which is why I have a surprise for you.”

Noah raised a brow while he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, guiding me towards the green room of the venue. We had plans to drive the six hours from the venue back to Noah’s place where I would take a flight out tomorrow night back home.

We had about twenty-four hours left with each other and I didn’t want to waste it with things we couldn’t change.

“Do I get a hint?” Noah waggled his eyebrows as we stepped through the doorway of the green room.

“Oh, does this have to do with you needing the back room of the bus?” Folio wondered, picking up on the last bit of our conversation.

“Yes, it does,” I stuck out my tongue playfully before I turned back to Noah. “I’m going to head to the bus to get things ready. Text me when you’re done here?”

He smiled and pecked my lips. “You have my mind swirling with ideas, angel.”

I smacked his ass on the way out of the green room. “You have no idea, love.”

Thirty minutes later, I was standing in the middle of the back room of the tour bus, shaking out my nerves. This was big and something I didn’t know how Noah would react. He could get one look at me and slam the door shut in my face. While we did explore a wide variety of kinks in our sex life, this was something different.

I pulled at the red lace over my breasts as I adjusted the lingerie set I had bought earlier today. It was tighter than I would have liked but I did feel sexy the moment I stepped into it. The material was thin, my nipples perking through, and the panties had the shape of a heart cut out on my ass, the breeze brushing across my bare ass.

I had no idea if Noah loved lingerie on his partners or if he liked what I had planned but it was something he needed. Doing my own research on Shibari, I found out that being tied up and bound helped for a variety of different reasons. One specifically: help people who feel like they’ve lost control.

A soft knock sounded on the door and I quickly brushed my hair out of my face while double-checking to make sure the blinds were drawn.

“Angel?” Noah’s soft voice called from the other side.

“It’s open!”

As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyes widened at the sight especially when his gaze fell on me. The tattoo on his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

I shifted on my feet. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he ran a hand over his jaw. “What’s all this?”

“Uh,” I pointed to the floor. “Well, we both have been complaining about how small the bunks are, and with what I have planned, we needed more space. So I pulled the mattresses from our bunk and the two empty ones to make a giant bed.”

The corner of his lips curled up but his eyes were hidden underneath his black baseball cap so I couldn’t see them. He wore a black turtleneck, cargo pants to match, his white shoes in contrast to the rest of him.

“And this?” He motioned over my body.

I suddenly felt self-conscious. “You know, this was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

As I walked past Noah, ready to put whatever I had planned behind me, his arm shot out to wrap around me and tossed me to the floor, gently landing on the makeshift bed I created. His hips locked me into place as he held both of my hands above my head with one hand. Still hidden under his baseball cap, Noah tilted his head at me.

“Did I say you could leave? Especially to walk out there like this?”

I slowly shook my head. “N-no.”

“Good girl,” he mused while leaning farther over me, his lips ghosting over mine.

“Noah,” I whined. “This was supposed to be for you.”

He hummed, fingers of his free hand touching the lace of my panties.

“Fuck, angel. You look gorgeous in red.”

“I-uh-had a feeling you liked red,” I cursed when a finger slipped underneath my panties and between my folds.

“So wet. What do you have planned for me?” Noah brushed his lips over the swell of my breasts.

“Let me show you,” I lifted my legs to wrap around him, somehow managing to get him on his back.

It might not have looked the prettiest but it got the job done as now I was the one straddling him.

“As much as I love this hat on you,” I smacked it off of him, his brown eyes now on full display. “I want to see your entire face with what I have planned.”

On the couch next to us was a bag and I rummaged through it, still sitting on Noah’s hips. He rested his hands behind his head as he watched me.

“Now, I know that you can easily overpower me but can you promise to let me do this?” I asked, pausing momentarily from looking through the bag.

Noah smirked. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Safe word?” That was my response.

His face went stone, eyes darkening as his pupils dilated. “Angel.”

Freeing the rope from the bag, I held it out in front of him. “Take off your shirt.”

Without a second thought, Noah stripped himself of his shirt, and when I stood to my feet, allowing him to kick off his shoes before shimming out of his pants, donning only a pair of black briefs.

“Hands above your head,” I ordered.

Once Noah was adjusted back on the floor with his hands above his head, I sat on his hips once again and began working on the knots I spent the last few days practicing in private.

“Shibari?” He asked.

“You know,” I started, pulling the knots around his wrist tight. “Bondage is more than just sex. It can help people deal with panic attacks or not feel like they’re in control. Their mind is solely focused on the binds and feeling as if they can't escape kind of grounds them in a way.”

“Why do you think I started reading about it?” Noah asked quietly.

I paused briefly to stare down at him, the features of his face now soft.

“I can stop-.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Keep going.”

With his reassurance, I finished up the knots around his wrists and smiled in victory. I then kissed from his jaw down to his neck, all the way down his chest and stomach. Noah’s breathing became slow and steady so when I peered up at him, I noticed his eyes were closed.

I began to pull down his briefs, his hard cock springing free and smacking against his stomach. The beads of precum begging to be tasted so that's exactly what I did.

“Shit, Y/N.”

Noah’s bound hands reached for me and I immediately pulled myself off his cock. Looking around the room, I tried to find something to tie him to so he couldn’t move his arms.

“Oh, perfect,” I muttered while taking another rope from the bag.

I looped it through a free space of knots on the binds of his wrist and there was enough slack with the new rope as I tied it to the doorknob. We were less than two feet away from it so I knew Noah wouldn’t strain his arms if he pulled on it. I also knew that the door was locked and wouldn’t open.

“You little minx,” Noah licked his lips as I positioned myself between his legs again.

“Just enjoy this, love. It’s all about you tonight.”

I grasped his cock in my hand as I lowered my mouth over it once again. My tongue brushed along the underside of it as I began bobbing my head up and down, free hand massaging his balls.

“Fuck,” Noah strangled out, pulling on his bindings.

The door rattled loudly but I didn’t care if anyone heard. As I mentioned, this was for Noah and I wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that.

I worked him upright to the brink, knowing that when his stomach muscles tightened, he was close. So I popped off of him, earning an annoyed groan from Noah.

“Fuck you,” he said with no ounce of venom behind his voice.

I tsked while smacking his thigh. “Such a filthy mouth. Maybe I need to stuff it with something?”

Noah’s eyes flashed as he pulled on his bindings. “I fucking hate I can’t touch you right now.”

I laid a soft kiss on his lips. “Soon, love. If you behave.”

Reaching behind me, I pulled out the last two things from the bag, slipped on the bright yellow mask, and looked back towards Noah.

“Oh,” his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Fuck, Y/N. Angel. I-.”

I titled my head. “Cat got your tongue, Noah?”

The door rattled even louder now as Noah yanked on his bindings. “Untie me.”

Ignoring him, I gently forced his mouth open and set the grillz on his top and bottom teeth. Noah’s tongue glided over them, huffing and puffing with anger that I wouldn’t untie him.

When he growled, the grillz shined under the light and my pussy clenched with desire.

I wonder how it would feel to have him eat me out with those in his mouth.

Hm, another time.

Noah bit his lip hard, drawing a little bit of blood and I immediately brought his face to mine, licking up the blood as I kissed him deeply. We both moaned into the kiss and I reached between us to poise his cock at my entrance. I wanted this night to drag on but suddenly, I couldn’t wait. I needed him inside of me.

Pulling away from our kiss, I pushed my panties to the side before sitting completely on his cock. Both of our moans echoed in the room as I sat there for a long moment, reveling in the way he felt between my walls.

“So good,” I praised before moving my hips.

The veins in Noah’s arms bulged as he tried to break free of his binds but I refused to let him go.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, gone in ecstasy.

I did, two fingers pressed to my clit in fast circles as I brought both Noah and me closer to our orgasms.

“Noah!” I cried out when mine hit me without warning, my arousal coating his cock and hips.

“Holy shit,” his head smacked against the floor. “ ‘M gonna fill you up, angel.”

I nodded hastily as he fucked me through the aftershocks, soon enough his warm essence filled me up, just like he promised.

Exhausted, I fell onto him in a heap, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Noah brushed a kiss into my hairline.

“Thank you for this, angel. It helped; a lot.”

I patted his cheek, eyes closed with slumber. “Of course, my love.”

Suddenly remembering he was still tied up, I clambered off of him, his cum running down my legs as I went to work untying him. Once freed, I brought his red wrists to my lips, pressing gentle kisses.

“You might have to explain to the guys where those marks came from,” I said with a grimace,

Noah rolled us over so we were laying on the makeshift bed again, covering us in the blanket.

“I want to hold you till we're frozen,” Noah nuzzled his nose in the back of my neck.

With a yawn, I rested my back against his chest, letting the noises of the bus gliding along the road and the guys moving around the front of the bus lull me to sleep.

“Angel?”

I was so exhausted that I could only hum in response to Noah.

“I hope you know that I’m coming with you to Vegas to help you pack.”

This had me turning over in his arms so I could face him. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat so I brushed it away.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said.

He left a kiss on my nose causing me to giggle. “I know but I want to. We can keep looking for places in the meantime.”

I raised a playful brow. “You’re really not letting me go, huh?”

“You’re stuck with me,” Noah kissed my lips.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

NOAH

Carrying the box down the long hallway, I let my mind wander to how I got here; how we got here.

I never thought all those months ago when Y/N first stepped into that green room behind Britt that my life would change the way it had. I never expected one night of sex would turn into a full-blown relationship for me. But the moment those bright eyes pulled me in that very first night, I knew that Y/N was it for me. She was the only one I wanted.

Y/N was apprehensive at first to follow me on the road, but I didn’t blame her. She was worried all we would do was fight but contrary to that, we only fought once and that was a few weeks ago when we had to spend some time apart.

I had to fly back to Los Angeles for some podcast interviews and Y/N needed to remain in Vegas to finish packing up her place. She still couldn’t find a new place, one that she could afford even though her book sales were flourishing. A week after the tour ended, her book was finally released and was slowly climbing the ladder towards a best seller. It wasn’t there yet but just as I predicted, it was popular. It sold out in a variety of stores around the States.

Even though it was a small fight, it still weighed heavy on my heart. It was almost two weeks apart from each other and our calls were far in between; both of us were busy. Needless to say, we were getting frustrated.

“I don’t understand what you want me to do, Noah. I’m just as busy as you.”

I pinched my nose with one hand while the other held the phone to my ear as I paced my room.

“Yeah I get it but, I want to hear your voice. Sorry for bothering you over it.”

“I never said that!”

I knew it was wrong to snap at her but my anger got the best of me. I hated being so far from her. She told me prior she was thinking of renting a place thirty minutes from me.

“It’s just how it felt! The way you answered.” I sighed into the phone.

“Noah! Come on! If we want this to work, we can’t do this.”

I scoffed. “Do what?”

“This petty blaming shit. Who misses whose calls first or what not? Come on.”

“How do you expect me to react, Y/N? You told me you’re renting a place that’s too far,” I fell onto the edge of my bed.

“Thirty minutes isn’t too far, Noah! And I never said I was renting it. I was thinking about it. There’s nothing else closer. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Just let me find a place, alright? I know something will show up,” I urged her. “Don’t jump into the first place you find without actually thinking it through.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Look, this is a bit too much for me right now. I’m already stressed out as it is, the last thing I need from you is you pushing me.”

I shook my head. “I’m not pushing you-.”

“I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

Once she hung up, I stared at the screen of my phone for less than two minutes as my knee bounced in agitation.

Fuck that. I’m not leaving it like this.

“What, Noah?” Y/N sighed as she answered the phone.

“I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to start a fight. I just miss you, that’s all,” I apologized while running a hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry too, love. It was wrong of me to take my stress and anger about the situation out on you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to find anything close to you.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “We will, I promise.”

She did find an affordable place that was close to me and she signed the lease this morning, us spending all day moving in her things. The guys helped out but once evening came, Y/N rushed them out of the apartment. They spent all day working with us, they needed to rest.

“Here’s the last box from the truck,” I spoke while setting it down on the kitchen island.

Y/N smiled up at me from her spot on the floor, newspapers scattered around her.

“Thank you, love. Is Jolly still taking the truck back?”

I nodded. “You know, I love my house. It’s comfortable. I’ve got a great couch and I go out on my porch every morning to drink my coffee in the sunlight. But I can definitely see myself being comfortable and finding a home here too. Wherever you are is home.”

Y/N rose to her feet and walked into my embrace; my arms immediately encircling around her. We faced the large windows of her apartment as we gazed down to the row of houses that their backyards faced her complex; one sticking out like a needle in a haystack.

“I love that, and I’m very happy you feel safe with me. You’re home to me too, Noah.”

Y/N then pointed to the one house I was already staring at. “Is that the porch you have your morning coffee on?”

I chuckled. “Damn straight. I’ll be able to wave to you every morning.”

These apartment complexes went up across the street from my house about a year or so ago so when one finally went up for rent, I sent the listing to Y/N immediately and she agreed right away; affordable and close by. Within walking distance.

We spent the next few hours unpacking everything, joking about things here and there, as music played softly in the background. I helped put away some of the wine glasses, taking them out of the bubble wrap and carefully placing them in the cabinets.

“They’re all even. Nice!” I muttered to myself, admiring my work.

I turned to get some more when I saw her. Y/N was sitting on the floor fiddling with an object she unpacked herself. She was so beautiful, serene, so sweet.

That’s when it hit me. We have never been closer in this time of love, nor communicated more profoundly with one another, than when she would brush silent lips against my shoulder or when I touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

All this time, I fucking knew.

I wanted to hide what was pushing out of my mouth, what was about to roll off my tongue- I wanted so badly to keep quiet because of the fear of the unknown.

What if she didn’t feel the same? I couldn’t handle that. Not after everything.

However, before I knew it, it flew out of my mouth like a crow who was easily disturbed and needed to get to its next destination

“I love you.”

Y/N nearly dropped the stack of books in her hands when she rose to her feet, ready to set them on her bookshelf.

“What did you say?” She set the book on the kitchen island between us.

I ran my hand through my hair, a wide smile on my face. “Well, it’s just that I didn’t think this part of my life was ever going to be a thing. I accepted this part of my life would be over or just a series of random hookups until I met you. Everything that happened from the moment our eyes locked in that green room to now just proved to me what I’ve always known. I love you.”

Y/N jumped onto the counter and slid herself over to me and I stumbled to catch her in time as her lips met mine in a heated kiss, teeth and tongue clashing.

“I love you too,” she admitted against my lips.

My heart soared into my throat and I cupped her face. “Fuck, you do?”

She nodded. “I’ve known for a while now but was too afraid to admit it. But now that I’m here with you, creating these two different homes with you, I know I can't hide those feelings anymore.”

I lifted her from the counter, my arms resting underneath the swell of her ass, and began leading her towards the bedroom.

“I love you, Y/N.” I nipped at her bottom lip.

She moaned, scratching her nails against the skin behind my neck. “I love you too, angel.”

With a wink, I tossed her onto the bed. “I like your bed. How about we break it in?”

I kicked the door shut with my foot, the sounds of our love echoing through the new space, creating a home here for the two of us.

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how i think characters would react

if you got (very) hurt: adventure time edition.

tw/cw : angst, fluff, blood, violence, gore?, terrible story building, implied romance, fionna and cake spoilers, a lot of cringe, self-indulgence, character hcs, etc...

[a/n: this is very sloppy and rush as i made this between classes so it's half edited half not and not at all proof read. forgive me. thank you for the love on my last posts!! i wasn't expecting my adventure time hcs to get the attention it did, thank you so much!! i have finished fionna and cake(twice) so, my hcs might slightly shift a bit. at the moment. thinking of cross posting on ao3. reader is usually always gender neutral in all my posts unless stated otherwise. that's all! i'm open to requests and my dms/pms are open. thank you! new additions as well!! this is all i have, i'm sorry. a few more are in the drafts. please tell me if i missed anything tag and cw/tw wise! thank you.]

[holy shit, fionna and cake's finn. honka honka. i don't deserve a platform.]

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|| it all happened so fast. you could barely recall what happened. one moment you're up-right, after the next you're trying to pick yourself off the ground. your breathing grew more labored at every attempt, and the smell of iron hung heavy in the air. the warm liquid on your hands was a stark contrast to cold that began to wrack your body. it wasn't long 'til your vision faded to black, leaving only questions behind into your last fleeting thoughts. ||

finn.

(the favorite. my favorite.)

-the both of you were exploring an old cave. deep, dark, and damp. it was said to hold treasure far back into the cave, and out of curiosity you both went to explore. what you didn't know was that many people sought out that treasure. many dangerous people.

-going deeper into the cave, you and finn found the treasure, though nothing cool to take back except for a few cool rings. turning on your way out, with your back to the entrance, a sharp pain was felt through your body. looking down you saw the bloodied blade of a sword. you had no time to react as you were shoved off the blade and onto the ground. from there, it was a blur.

-finn would (violently) remove anyone involved. while brutal, he makes sure to end it quick--he doesn't have time for them when you're bleeding out on the ground.

-finn never stopped talking to you, even if you're asleep. it's always optimistic-- he talks about; new things he's found, friends he talked to recently, any new news, old and new stories, the next date he'll take you on, etc... he rambled hours on end in a one-sided conversation. it's how he copes.

-finn's trying to be uplifting. but, by himself he's a mess. he rarely stays at the treehouse because he's too restless. he feels weak, and unable to do anything. when finn's not at your side he's fighting through his feelings. finn had learned it wasn't healthy to use violence as his only outlet, but it makes him feel something that isn't the heavy stone in his chest when he sees you.

-he's a patient man, he knows you'll wake up soon. he just had to be patient. but after around a few days he doesn't want to be "patient" anymore. he wants you to wake up now. finn knows he can't make that happen, but it was a selfish want to keep himself going.

-when you did wake up, he was all over you. there wasn't a time when he wasn't with you, or at least in the same vicinity as you.

-good luck trying to pry yourself away from his arms. this man has fought monsters thrice his size for fun. even your prettiest please wasn't going to work, not this time. you almost died. you could've died and he couldn't do anything about it. those memories never left his brain basket, even when your recovery was going smoothly.

-very anxious about letting you tag along, but knows you'll probably go off on your own if he refuses to take you along. he feels it's safer to allow you to come along, rather than go off on your own. with him, he knows that at least this time he could do better. he won't ever have a repeat of last time.

-finn keeps you close during each adventure, even losing sleep watching the surroundings to be sure no one sneaks up on you. he will refuse to sleep, so you'd have to force him. please give this man all the reassurance, he really needs it. it won't stop his anxiety, or his fear of it happening again, but it puts him at ease. even if it's just a little bit, it helps, nonetheless.

fern.

-the green knight has plenty of enemies. of course, fern could protect himself, and you could do the same. however, even if you could protect yourself, there wasn't any chance to protect yourself getting jumped, and a dirty stab to the back. the most dishonorable way to lose to a foe. the amount of ever growing disrespect.

-he loses his shit. sure, he gets mad quickly, but if you were awake to see him like this: holy shit. he grows plentiful thorns, and poison flowers all over himself subconsciously. (he's actually very pretty like this.)

-he's livid, and you're not conscious to do anything about it. and that's just it, you're unconscious, bleeding out on the ground. fern couldn't quite process it just yet. normally you'd stop him from going too far, but you can't right now. that's supposed to never happen. he's confused and angry, and you're not waking up. you're not moving. so, he cuts down anyone involved in a quick motion. he doesn't care how brutal, as long as it's quick. fern wastes no time in picking you up (after managing the thorns and flowers) and taking you to doctor princess.

-fern can't stand seeing you like this. laying weakly on that hospital bed.

-if you think finn's not good at coping, fern is much worse. he doesn't even cope. he's just...there.

-he's so confused, and just shuts down a bit. like he's still there, he's still the green knight-- fern. but, he's just distant. not quite himself-- off.

-fern is unable to wrap his head around what happened to you, but he goes about his 'normal' life. he tries to just go about his casual life without you there, and he's just confused. it doesn't take long before he grows upset, allowing the rage to boil.

-'they used to do that.' 'this was their favorite color.' 'they were supposed to fix that.' 'they like bird houses.' everything reminds him of you. it's impossible to go a single day without a reminder that you're still unconscious.

-i think it gets more apparent when he's out and about as the green knight. he's more violent. but, he doesn't mean to be. it just...happens.

-he's likely not there when you first wake, but when he gets there fern's complaining about everything under his breath. but when he sees you up, that bed isn't just for you anymore.

-he's holding you close, with a firm hold and refusing to let go. he's scolding you for not waking up sooner, and complaining about how life without you was too different. he tried to be casual, but he missed you a bit too much.

-there is also no prying fern off of you-- a common thing between all of them. once you're up, there is no separating you both for a few hours at the least.

-fern is also hesitant about letting you rejoin him on the adventures, but as long as you stay close, and keep weapon on you at all times, he'll agree. but, all of your wounds-- every. single. one.-- had to be medically evaluated as ok, and no threat to your health before anything.

farmworld!finn.

(post crown -- pre fionna and cake.)

-he's in shock, not moving for a few moments. he knew why he'd be hated, or hunted down, killed even, but why you? why did they have to drag you into this?

-someone in the many gangs around the parts found you somewhere in the clearing waiting for finn. you both had previously planned a picnic out in a nice clearing in the woods. he was running late. but, once he found you bleeding out and onto grass, he's thrown way off guard.

-finn is quickly trying to pick you off the grass, trying to get you out of there, and dragging you back to his cabin. finn manages to tend to each of your wounds. though, the moment he's done, and you're in a stable condition-- he's leaving the cabin for a few hours.

-he finds whoever did this to you, and doing what he couldn't earlier. finn is driving in the same injuries they gave to you over and over again. he doesn't let up until he's in tears. finn knows that this changes nothing. he knows this won't make him feel better, but he needed to do something. anything. even if it's for his own sadistic pleasure to see the regret on their faces-- to see them like this. pathetically clawing at the dirt in an attempt to ground themselves through the pain-- trying to crawl away from his bloodied hands.

-(robot hand included.)

-finn leaves them with their lives(barely), and a warning before disappearing into the woods.

-he is struggling to cope. finn hold your hand in his abnormally cold one running his thumb over your knuckles. he's constantly checking in on you, and rarely leaving your side. sleeping, and eating could wait. after all that's happened with the crown, you're all he has left. he can't lose you too.

-he stays by your side as much as he can. finn knows he should probably take his mind off of...your condition and stay productive but it's difficult. the only reason the cabin is warm is because if it got too cold you'd start to shake. he makes food only because if you wake up you might be hungry.

-he doesn't know what to do for the most part, just waiting and hoping that you'll be better in no time. a fear lingers deep inside him that you'll worsen the moment he closes his eyes. so, finn stays up. there are times when he has passed out around the house, and when he wakes up he's absolutely terrified; running to check on you, checking to make sure your wounds haven't reopened, making sure you're alive.

-a deep seeded fear the you'll wilt away in his arms. it keeps him up at night-- it eats at him day by day.

-you're finally awake, but even then the fear doesn't fade. he's at you're every call so much that it begins to worry you.

-you'll have to force him, and i mean force him to sleep. you're ok, he's ok-- everything is ok. he can finally rest.

-he's just happy you're still there with him.

prismo.

-you? hurt? nope. not on his time watch. prismo has you out of the situation in seconds, without a scratch. he refuses to ever see you in any pain.

-though, hypothetically, if there's ever a time where you do get hurt, and your wounds cannot be fixed with his wish master magic, and he's "too late", he's not so well.

-you're on a comfy little bed in the wishing room, laying on top of him. your wounds are bandaged up, and cleaned, with your breathing finally stable.

-he never leaves you side once. (sensing a pattern in everyone.) it's either him, or a copy of him. when he's granting wishes to whoever manages to make it to his wishing room, he keeps you in the cube with a copy of himself to watch over you.

-tries to make small talk with your unconscious self...it doesn't go well. the owl visits more often only to lay it's eyes upon the slum prismo is in.

-the cosmic owl tries to ease the depression, though fails miserably. if jake is still alive; his visits, brings gifts, barber sessions, the whole mile for his other best bud. it does kinda help, even if it was just a bit-- but, he's greatful nonetheless.

-while he could be doing better, prismo is doing the best out of everyone to be honest(if jake is around). jake's visits have been more than helpful to this guy, and honestly without jake, he'd be worse than just a mess.

-when you wake up he doesn't believe it at first but he's ecstatic. there is never a time where he's not with you, talking your ear off on how horrible it was without you. and while prismo wants to contuine talking you to your grave, he can't deny hearing your voice after so long does wonders to him.

-bonus if jake's around and prismo's like "and i like...really miss her. y'know? like she's right there but she's not..." "no, dude, i get it..." "i'd kill just to hear her voice just once..." "...prismo..." "ah, shit now i'm hallucinating!!" "no prismo, behind you." "jake, don't play into my delusions!" "god dammit prismo." "YOU'RE AWAKE!? FINALLY."

scarab.

-this man is already insane. he already needs therapy. the anger issues on this psychotic man are insane.

-he loses all sense of morality(that he had left) but surprisingly holds off and tends to you first. by sending you back to headquarters for someone to tend to your injuries while scarab spends the next few hours tearing their molecules apart.

-honestly the worst out everyone. like, if he has a chance to off someone, they're going to die but in the most unconventional, painful, most gruesome way possible. he's....coping?

-at this point it's hard to tell with him, one moment he's rambling under his breath about annoyances, the next....he's offically lost it!!

-sadly he can't be at you're side at all times even if he really wants to, but with his job and all that. when given any chance he's right there next to you. he excuses this behavior as protecting you against anyone who might try anything, but in reality: it's just hard to stay away when you're like this. he wants to stay close even if he can't sometimes.

-scarab has difficulties with intimacy, so he finds it difficult to express his concern the "right" way. others see him as uneffected, and taking it too easy, but he is genuinely scared. he's scared that he loses the one person who can see him for what he is. an emotionally fucked up person who can't stand rule breakers.(joking).

-he finds holding your hand a way to ease the tension.

-when you wake up, he just sitting there, holding your hand.

-he's never letting you go anywhere without a weapon three times your size. of course he teaches you how to use it, but just because he wants you to protect yourself when he cannot. scarab views your injuries as him failing as a partner in more ways than one. he should've made sure you could protect yourself even when he couldn't.

-later on after your wounds have healed you're allowed with him on his missions. he denies being scared. reassure him anyways, he really needs it.

e/n: sorry prismo's and scarab's are short! first time writing them :')

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