“Slowly raising his hand, he gently ran his long fingers over the witch's cheek, wet with tears.
The contrast of their skin looked mesmerizing.
Her skin was so warm and tender. The blush turned her a deep pink. The witch squeezed her big eyes shut. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw her loosen her grip on the sheets.
Just as slowly, so as not to scare her off, Malfoy bent down to her disheveled hair and inhaled the delicate fragrance. She smelled like a newly opened rose. Charming, attractive, gentle and a little sweet.
"Tell me your name," he whispered into her hair.
Quietly, but firmly, the witch replied: "Hermione."
My previous art (dark dramione vampire au) has been expanded! This is part 2
the darkest side (artfic) by (me!😱) Dara_Art published on AO3, link in bio 🖤
Summary: One night. That's what Noah and Reader agreed to. No questions, no second thoughts, and no regrets. But will one night be enough to fill the hunger they both craved?
Authors Note: so, this was originally going to be a one-shot, but it got to be really long. I decided to make it into a two, maybe three-parter. If anyone wants to be tagged in part two, let me know!
The loud bass echoed off the black peeling walls as Britt dragged me along through the dark hallways of the club, the heels of my shoes not wanting to move. This was a bad idea, right? There was no way we were allowed to come back here let alone walk the back hallways. We were going to get caught and thrown out and I yet again let that be known to my best friend.
“Britt, are you sure we’re allowed to be back here? The security guard barley let us through,” I sighed.
The blonde in front of me let out her own sigh before turning to face me, her grip on my hand faltering.
“I already told you, Y/N. They invited us tonight.”
Immediately I shook my head. “No, they invited you not me.”
My best friend rolled her eyes. “They won’t care that you tagged along. Maybe I can convince Nick to tattoo you as well.”
I snorted. “I doubt your friend would be willing to tattoo someone who tagged along.”
“Oh, for fuck's sake, Y/N,” Britt pinched her eyes. “For once in your life, stop worrying about the rules and let go. Have some fun.”
The mischievous light behind her eyes called to the dark side of me, one that I rarely let out afraid of the consequences but when her bottom lip pouted in a frown, I let out a deep breath and nodded.
With a squeal, Britt grasped my hand and began dragging me down the hallway once again.
“Where are we going, anyway?” I asked.
“Nick told me to meet him in the green room.”
I raised a brow. “And why can't he tattoo you in his shop?”
Earlier today, Britt had called me asking if I would tag along with her to get a tattoo and I agreed. But that was only because I thought we were going to a shop, not a rundown building.
We turned a corner and came to a halt in front of a door, muffled voices sounded on the other end of it. There were atleast three different voices, but I wasn’t able to hear what they were saying.
“Nick has been tattooing me for years but he doesn’t have his own shop because he’s on the road a lot,” Britt informed me.
“Doing?” I pressed.
“Geez, what’s with the twenty questions?” Britt chuckled.
I shrugged. “If I’m going to get murdered, I’d like to know who is murdering me.”
“Look,” she grabbed both of my hands and gave them a light squeeze. “I know the last few months haven’t been exactly easy for you.”
My feet shifted uncomfortably with her words and my heart rate quicken as I felt the all too familiar rush of anger course through me.
Britt continued. “What kind of friend would I be if I let you sit home in your apartment and rot away all because Jacob broke your heart?”
“He didn’t break my heart,” I stated through gritted teeth.
The voices behind the door had quieted, almost to silence as Britt spoke again.
“Jacob was an asshole who cheated on you, multiple times. I said it from the start I never trusted him.”
“I know,” I nodded. “I should have listened to you. If I had, I wouldn’t have wasted two years on that prick.”
With a final squeeze of our hands, Britt dropped them before motioning to the door behind her. “You need this night out more than I do. For me, it’s just another tattoo but for you? It’s a way to spread your wings and fly into someone else’s embrace.”
A loud, thunderous, laugh erupted from my chest and I hand to clutch my stomach as the muscles constricted from how hard I was laughing. Britt simply looked at me amused.
“Yeah, I know. It wasn’t my best advice, but it’s what I could come up with on the fly,” she waved me off.
Suddenly the door behind Britt opened and both of us locked us with a pair of dark, almost hazel eyes. The intense gaze stared at us underneath the brim of his hat and I wondered if he could hear how loud my heart was pounding against my chest as fear filled me. Had they had caught us? Were we about to be thrown out?
“I thought I heard you,” the man broke out into a smile before wrapping his arms around Britt.
He had long hair that was pulled back into a low bun underneath the hat and the tattoo’s that peaked from underneath the material of his shirt gave me a slight idea who this was.
“Hey Nick, sorry I’m late. Someone was dragging their feet,” Britt said after pulling away from the hug and motioned towards me. “This is Y/N.”
The man, Nick, gave me a warm smile in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
I returned the smile. “You too.”
“Alright, I’m almost set up. Come on in,” Nick motioned for us to follow.
While Britt followed eagerly, I hung back aways, nerves still wrecking throughout my body.
“How much time do we have until you guys go on?” Britt asked.
When she noticed I was still hanging out in the hallway, she yanked me inside before shutting the door behind us.
“Stop being weird,” she mouthed to me.
The only response I gave her was my middle finger.
“We just finished soundcheck so we’ve got a few hours,” Nick said.
He sat on a long leather couch fidgeting with his tattoo gun and finished filling up little cups of bright colored ink. Britt was already covered in tattoos so I couldn’t help but wonder where and what she was getting. I, on the other hand, had a few tattoos scattered over my body.
“Soundcheck?” I questioned, still confused on who this guy was and where we were exactly.
Nick nodded with a small smile. “We’re playing here tonight.”
It was then that I noticed two other men standing in the far corner of the room, chatting amongst themselves but when their eyes landed on us, their conversations stopped.
“Hey, Britt. Nick said you were stopping by tonight.”
A man with a slight accent and long hair stepped forward and gave Britt a quick hug.
“Yea. He had some free time tonight to squeeze me in so I had to take it. You guys are always so busy with either touring or recording, I barely get time to see my cousin anymore.”
Touring? Recording? Cousin?
Three years of friendship and I realized maybe I hadn’t known my best friend as well as I thought I did.
“Nick’s your cousin?” I asked.
Britt nodded. “Yeah but since he lives in Virginia, I don’t get to see him as much.”
Another guy approached Britt and gave her a hug, one she accepted with a slight blush to her cheeks. I didn’t miss the way her breath hitched as the two of them pulled away and their eyes locked. I couldn’t stop the smug smile that pulled at the corner of my lips.
“Uh, Y/N, this is Jolly.”
Britt pointed to the man that had the accent, and I gave a small wave.
“And this is Nick,” Britt pointed to the other man, the blush now a deep crimson.
I quirked a brow. “Two Nicks?”
The latter Nick chuckled. “You can call me Folio.”
“And Mr. antisocial over there is Noah,” Britt rolled her eyes and pointed to the couch behind me.
For the first time since walking in the room, I noticed the man sitting deep into the cushions behind me and my breath caught in my throat. My heart was beating rapidly, and I felt sweat gather in my palms.
This man was gorgeous, the skin underneath his blank tank top drowning in a sea of colorful tattoos and his dark hair falling into his eyes as he leaned forward on the couch. His hands were clasped together as his eyes were trained hard on the floor beneath his feet. With every deep breath he took, the silver chain around his neck dangled and I was hit with the thought of how it would look dangling over me while this man loomed above me, dark eyes staring deep into mine.
I squeezed my thighs together, hoping that thought wouldn’t return tonight.
Realizing someone was talking to him, the man finally tore his gaze away from the floor and it fell onto Britt for a moment before shifting to me, drinking me in. I suddenly felt hot underneath it and shifted on my feet when I noticed a small fire behind them as his brown eyes locked with mine.
“Noah, this is Y/N.” Britt introduced us.
God, even his name was breathtaking.
Noah’s eyes grazed over every inch of my body from my feet to my eyes where he held my gaze for a few beats. He gave us a tight smile before focusing his gaze back on the floor.
“You’ll have to ignore him,” Jolly said coming up alongside me. “He found out yesterday that an ex of his cheated on him when they were together so he’s a bit upset.”
Trust me, I understand how he’s feeling.
Jolly began leading me to the couch across from Noah but before I could sit, I motioned to the door. Britt, however, was two steps ahead of me and gave me a light push down onto the couch then sat next to me.
“And you’ll have to excuse Y/N. She doesn’t get out of the house much since her break up so she seems to forget how to socialize.”
I glared at Britt. “Fuck you.”
The guys gave a slight chuckle and Nick turned motioned for Britt to roll up the bottom of her pants, exposing the only patch of space on her inner left leg.
As much as I loved Britt, sometimes she could be a bit much in letting people know too much about my social life. She claimed it was all from the heart but sometimes, like right now, I didn’t need four strangers to know about my personal life especially since I had no plans on seeing any of them after tonight.
“So, what time do you guys play tonight?” Britt asked over the sound of the tattoo gun.
I watched as Nick concentrated on the small design he had placed on Britt’s leg.
“We go on around nine. You two planning on staying?”
“Hell yeah,” Britt exclaimed.
My eyes snapped up to hers. “We are?”
“I haven't seen a Bad Omens show since before these guys blew up,” Britt explained.
Suddenly it all clicked into place. The building we were in, the line of people that were standing in front of said building as we drove past, and four tattooed guys hanging out in the green room. These guys were in a band, one I’ve never heard of before, but clearly they were popular. Hence the large group of people waiting outside.
“Come on, Y/N. It’s not like you have anything else planned tonight,” Britt continued with a slight wince on her face as Nick passed over a sensitive part of skin.
My lips parted to protest but when I realized she was right, I leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “Just because you’re almost always right doesn’t mean you have to throw it in my face.”
“So,” she began. “I think you need something to help you get over Jacob.”
Thankfully, Britt’s voice was hushed but even with the loud noise from the tattoo gun, I worried if the guys could hear.
“What are you thinking?” I raised a brow.
She had many ideas all the time, majority never worked out how she said. But that never stopped her from trying.
“Well they always say, in order to get over someone it’s best to get under someone new.”
I scoffed a chuckle. “Who the fuck says that?”
Britt shrugged. “Everyone.”
When both Nick’s agreed with nods, I groaned. “That is not happening.”
“Just think about it.”
Britt patted my thigh before she started up a conversation with Folio, who was sitting on the couch next to her, on her other side. I kept my attention on my phone, scrolling aimlessly through my social media, to pass the time. But every so often I would feel this intense burning on my face, almost as if someone was watching me. At first, I did my best to ignore it until I finally glanced up from my phone to the man across from me. A quiet breath fell from my lips when I realized Noah was the cause for the burning stare on my face.
He held my gaze for a long beat before it fell to my parted lips then back to my eyes. That silent action said so much and it made my body shiver with desire.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself. You’re doing that thing where you overthink everything and it’s only going to end up bad. Like it always does.
“What the hell Y/N?”
Reluctantly, I broke eye contact with Noah and noticed Britt was glaring down at my phone. With a quick glance, I noticed that my text conversation with Jacob was up with a new text from him on full display.
I miss you so much, baby. Why don’t you come over tonight and we can talk about things?
I pulled my phone to my chest hoping that Britt wasn’t able to read any other messages from Jacob.
“Please tell me you’re not texting that asshole?!” Britt seethed while trying to sit up straight until Nick grasped tightly on her ankle, her forgetting for a second that she was getting tattooed.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I shrugged.
She gasped. “You are! What the fuck. Did you not learn anything from this breakup?”
With a quick glance around the room, I noticed that all the guys were watching the two of us with curious eyes. Even Nick glanced up from the almost finished tattoo on Britt’s leg.
“Can we maybe not talk about this in front of?” I motioned to the guys.
Britt shook her head. “No, you’re not blowing this off.”
I grit my teeth together. “I’m not. I don’t want to talk about Jacob right now.”
“But you have no problem texting him?”
“I wasn’t texting him. He’s been nonstop texting me,” I informed.
The look of anger that crossed Britt’s features was enough to make me sink further into the couch. She motioned for Nick to stop for a moment; he did and turned off the gun before setting it onto the table that he had been sitting on.
“Did you forget what he did?” Britt asked.
“No-.”
“He cheated on you, Y/N. Multiple times,” she deadpanned, interrupting me.
My cheeks flushed at being scolded by Britt in front of the guys, especially Noah. I barley knew him but knowing that he was listening and watching intently only made me now sink completely into the couch. I pinched my eyes shut while letting out a shaky breath. As if realizing that I was on the verge of breaking down once again because of Jacob, Britt placed a gentle hand on my knee.
“I’m not trying to be a bitch but I refuse to sit by and let him hurt you all over again. You don’t deserve that.”
“I know,” I muttered. “It’s a never-ending cycle with him.”
“Give me your phone,” Britt extended her hand towards me.
I looked at her warily.
“I’m not going to look at your nudes, Y/N. Give me your phone,” she repeated with a bit more force in her voice.
While my face heated with embarrassment, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Noah shift in his spot on the couch across from us.
“I don’t have any nudes on there,” I stated with a slight waver to my voice.
I did, loads of them. I never sent them to anyone though, I simply liked the way I looked.
With the way Britt gave me a sideway smirk, I knew she didn’t believe a word I said.
When Britt had my phone, I watched as she scowled at Jacob’s contact before blocking him then deleting his number for an extra precaution. She handed my phone back with a proud smile.
“All done.”
The sound of the tattoo machine whirred up again, Nick continuing on with his piece.
“You blocked him?” I asked.
Britt nodded. “As you said, it’s always the same game between the two of you. Jacob cheats on you, you two break up. He comes crawling back saying it was a mistake so you take him back.”
“I don’t need the reminder,” I grumbled while crossing my arms over my chest.
With a quick flick of my gaze, my eyes locked with Noah’s briefly before he averted his down to his phone.
“That doesn’t seem healthy,” Jolly said.
Britt shook her head. “Because it’s not. Y/N wasted two years of her life with this douchebag. His dick is the only one she’s ever had.”
“Oh, for fuck's sake,” I groaned burying my face in my hands.
Not before I noticed the way Noah’s shoulders tensed at Britt’s words.
“Do you have to lay out all of my dirty laundry?” I seethed towards her.
Britt always said what was on her mind, no matter who was around or if the situation was appropriate for it. Often, I praised her for it. Just not when I was on the receiving end of it. But before Britt could respond, Nick spoke up saying that her tattoo was finished.
Silence fell in the room for a long moment and not wanting to look at anyone, I kept my gaze fixed on my hands in my lap. Embarrassment filled me and in this moment, I wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl in bed. I barley knew these guys and even if Britt had, she had no right saying all those things about my personal life in front of them.
Folio must have been able to feel the sudden tension between Britt and I because he motioned towards her.
“Want to grab something to eat?”
Britt went to nod but gave me a sideways glance. Even if I was angry at her, I could tell that she wanted to spend some alone time with him so I waved her off, muttering I would be fine until she got back. Before I could even tell her to bring me back something to drink, her and Folio were already out the door.
“Leave it to Britt to say what’s on her mind,” Nick said once he finished packing up his tattoo machine.
I couldn’t stop the light chuckle that fell from my lips. “I guess you understand her just as much as I do.”
Jolly sat up from the couch with a long sigh and patted Nick on the shoulder. “Bryan wants to get some pictures of us for Instagram.”
Nick nodded before looking at Noah. “Want to tag along?”
I had been sitting in this room for over an hour and not once did Noah mutter a single word or even sound.
“No, I’m good. Tell Bryan he can get some before we go on.”
His voice. Fuck even his voice sounded like heaven.
Jolly looked from Noah to me then back to him. “Is it alright if Y/N hangs out here?”
“If not, I’m sure I can find Britt and crash her date,” I said, not wanting to impose on Noah.
Jolly and Nick snickered at the mention of Britt and Folio’s date.
Noah shook his head. “You can stay.”
The way he said it was as if he had some underlining meaning behind it but I didn’t dare think too much of it. My skin was tingling with an unknown sensation and I ran my hands over my thighs to stop the sweat from gathering there.
With the door to the room shut, the two of us were alone and for the first time in a long time, I felt nervous in front of a man. I barley knew Noah, only the fact that he was in a band, and I should fear him. Scared that I was alone in a room with him. But no, all I felt was nerves because the tension between us was slowly building and attaching itself inside my veins.
“Your boyfriend sounds like a real ass.”
My eyes darted over to Noah, his soft voice breaking the long few moments of silence.
“Ex.” I corrected.
The corner of his lip curled up. “Is what Britt said true?”
I shook my head not sure what he was curious about.
“About?”
My voice came out a bit wavered but Noah made no sign he heard.
“Your ex was the only one?” He asked.
Heat spread over the skin of my face, and I bit on the inside of my cheek. With my silence, Noah gave a curt nod almost displeased with my answer.
“Maybe Britt was right. I need someone to help get over him,” I muttered to myself when I thought about it.
Jacob was the only man I had ever been with, kissed and had sex with. He was all I’d known and who knows, I could miss out on someone great; relationship wise or even a one-night stand because I was too hung up on Jacob. It would be stupid of me not to spread my wings and explore my other options, right?
Maybe even the one sitting in front of me?
I quickly shook that thought from my mind. There was no way Noah would be interested in that or me.
He hummed in response to my words.
“What? You think it’s stupid.”
“I never said that,” Noah said.
My eyes almost buldged out of my head but I held back, not wanting to get my hopes up with whatever he meant to say.
“So you agree with me,” I said after a moment.
He shrugged. “Britt has said some weird shit the last few years since I’ve been around her but that doesn’t mean she’s not wrong about her advice.”
“You know from experience?” I asked, a pang of jealousy stabbing my heart.
I had no reason to be jealous if Noah and Britt hooked up but it still bothered me.
Noah let out a soft laugh, and my stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sound.
“No. Folio’s liked her for a while now, I wouldn’t do that to him. Plus, she’s not my type,” he finished with a shrug.
I licked my lips. “What is your type?”
His eyes flicked up from the floor to my face where he kept it there, silence falling between us. I shifted in my seat with the intensity of Noah’s stare and ran my hands over my thighs.
“Do I make you nervous?” He asked.
When my brows furrowed with confusion, Noah motioned to my hands that kept rubbing against my thighs so I abruptly stopped.
“No,” I lied.
His response was another hum before he leaned back against the couch, arms sprawled along the top of it. My mouth salivated at the sight of the muscles in his arms tensing with each of his movements. I drank in from afar all of his tattoos that covered almost every inch of skin.
“I’ll do it.”
I snapped away from internally drooling over Noah and shook my head with confusion. “Do what?”
Noah’s lips parted but before he could speak my phone buzzed and when I saw the unknown name appear on the screen, I answered the call with raised brows. The only problem was that the speaker on my phone was broken which made it difficult to hear conversations so I had to answer each call on speaker.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, what the fuck! Why can’t I call you?”
I froze for a moment. “Jacob?”
“What’s going on with your phone?”
Jacob’s voice was loud with anger that I nearly dropped it in slight feer. While he never raised a hand to me our entire relationship, he was still mentally and emotionally abusive. I looked over at Noah from under my lashes and noticed he was watching me intently.
“Y/N!”
I snapped my attention back to my phone. “What do you want? Why are you calling me?”
“I’ve been trying to call you for the last hour and when my call didn’t go through, I got worried so I borrowed my roommates phone.”
“I’m fine, Jacob. You didn’t need to call,” I said with an exhausted tone.
“Let me come over. We can watch a movie or fuck.”
I blinked at his outright boldness and watched as Noah’s shoulders stiffened.
“I, uh,” I licked my dry lips as I stuttered. “I’m not home.”
“Where the fuck are you?”
Noah must not have like the tone in Jacob’s voice because he raised a finger towards me and hooked it towards him, beckoning me over to him. I cocked my head to the side before shaking my head.
“Y/N, come here.” Noah said, not exactly in a hushed tone.
“Who are you with? Are you cheating on me?”
Anger filled me at his accusation. Unlike him, I was faithful when we were together. But it didn’t matter because we weren’t together anymore. Something I reminded him of yet again.
“You were the one that cheated. Many times. And every single time, I took you back like a fucking idiot,” I snapped.
“I don’t like this attitude, Y/N. You were never this mouthy. Although, I remember how great you were with that mouth in other ways.”
Internally, I cringed at his words. Now that I wasn’t dating him and the blinders were off, I noticed how vulgar and disgusting he was. Noah must have agreed with me because the scowl on his lips made me shift in my seat.
“You’re disgusting,” I said.
“There was a point that you didn’t think that. If I recall, you loved how disgusting I was.”
The word disgusting sounded just like that as if fell from his lips. But now, the anger I felt for him suddenly made me feel bold and the words lashed out before I even could stop them.
“Oh please. If I loved it so much, wouldn’t you think I would have orgasmed even once?”
While Jacob was stunned, silence coming from his end of the phone, Noah, on the other hand, watched me with an amused expression. His brown eyes were bright until something dark filled them. Before I could comprehend what was going on, Noah was on his feet with a swift movement and I squealed as he lifted me from the couch onto his lap.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I stared down at him.
He was looking up at me though his long lashes while his hands gripped my hips. His warm breath fanned over the crook of my neck and my eyes fluttered shut, a quiet breath leaving my lips.
“You faked it?”
Jacob’s voice brought be back to our phone conversation, and I was ready to end it, not wanting anything to impede whatever Noah was doing.
“Keep talking to him,” Noah muttered into my neck.
I gave him a wild look. “What?”
“I believe he asked you a question,” he responded motioning to my phone.
“Y/N?”
“Uh,” I blinked while tearing my gaze away from Noah’s dark eyes. “Yeah, I did.”
“Even the weekend we stayed at that hotel?”
I sucked in a breath when I felt Noah’s finger trace over the front of my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I managed through shaky breaths.
“If it’s alright with you, I want to make you cum while you’re on the phone with him.”
Noah’s voice was husky, laced with lust, and whatever reservations I had about if he actually offered himself up earlier vanished when he made quick work of the button on my jeans. The thought of coming undone from another man while on the phone with Jacob made a fire burn low in my belly.
“Do you want that?” Noah asked as he lifted my chin.
“Did you fake it every time?”
Both of them asked their questions at the same time but my answer was towards Noah’s question.
“Yes,” I breathed as my eyes locked with Noah’s.
The sound of a zipper echoed in the room and when finger glided over the sheer fabric of my panties, I nearly dropped my head to his shoulder. He motioned to my phone urging me to continue talking to Jacob.
“Jacob, why are you calling me?” I asked.
“I miss you, baby.”
I wanted to groan in disgust but what came out instead was a groan of ecstasy. Noah moved my panties to the side while slipping a finger through my folds. He teased the slick length for a few strokes before settling on my clit, rubbing in slow circles.
“Don’t call me that,” I said.
Jacob sighed into the phone. “You used to love when I called you that.”
“I also loved it when you didn’t cheat on me,” I shot back.
Noah hummed into the skin of my throat. “Who would ever cheat on you?”
“Who was that? Are you with someone else?”
I felt Noah’s body shake with laughter underneath me at the jealous tone coming from Jacob.
“Why does it matter? We’re not together anymore.”
I bit my lip when a finger slid into me with ease from how wet I was and when Noah began pumping a finger in and out in fast strokes, my eyes fluttered close.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
“Did he ever make you this wet? I can feel you clenching on my finger, angel.” Noah’s teeth grazed over the skin over my exposed collarbone.
Angel.
I nearly came on his pet name for me alone. Hearing fall from his lips was heaven enough for me. Forget an orgasm, I would have been fine with that.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
I ground my hips hard into his hand from his authoritative tone and quickly shook my head.
“Never this wet,” I moaned.
“Y/N, who are you with? I’ll fucking kill him.”
The phone dropped from my hand onto the couch next to us when Noah’s thumb pressed hard onto the swollen nub of my clit while his finger continued to pump in and out of my core. The base of my spine tingled as my orgasm built. It was getting heavy with each stroke and I let my head fall back, lips parting.
“Are you going to cum?” Noah asked in a low voice.
I nodded, unable to talk, and when I felt his hard cock press into me, I almost whined.
“You want this cock, huh?”
I nodded without thinking.
Noah left a few bites along my neck and the edge of my orgasm had crested, ready to push me over the edge.
“If you’re a good girl and cum for me, maybe I’ll give you my cock.”
“Oh fuck,” my body shuddered as the start of my orgasm rocked through me.
“Y/N, where the fuck are-.”
Noah quickly ended the call before tossing my phone over to the other couch.
“He doesn’t get to hear you fall apart. It’s only for me,” Noah said.
“‘m so close, Noah.”
His name falling from my lips was exactly what I needed to finally let go, my orgasm making me yell out in pleasure riding it out against his hand.
As I came down and vision cleared, I saw Noah pull his fingers from me; the emptiness making me frown. However, when he brought his finger to his lips, tongue licking my arousal from it, I thought I would cum again just at the sight.
“Fuck, angel, you taste so good. I can’t wait to taste you for the rest of the night while I’m on stage.”
I sighed in content. “Thank you.”
“Y/N,” he tipped my chin up. “You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to help you forget that asshole for a moment.”
“Hmm, can I keep you around for the rest of the night?” I asked, joking slightly.
Noah’s face turned serious but before I could worry if I crossed the line, he shrugged. “I’ll do it if only you agree.”
Still on his lap and jeans undone, I shifted on his hard cock.
“What, spend one night with me?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he looked at the clock on the wall behind me. “It’s just after eight. Our set starts at nine and will end at 10:30. After that, we can continue where we left this. Then by 7 in the morning, we can part ways. Just one night to forget our problems.”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, mewling over his words, while his hands slid underneath my shirt and grazed over the skin of my back.
“Why would you do that for me?” I wondered.
Noah spoke just above a whisper. “You’re not the only one that needs to forget someone.”
I then remembered that Jolly had mentioned earlier that Noah had found out today that he was cheated on in a previous relationship.
“So,” I spoke slowly. “One night of sex then by the morning we say goodbye?”
Something flashed over Noah’s brown eyes but it was gone before I could decipher what it was.
“No questions, no regrets, and no second thoughts. What do you say?”
Before I could give him my answer, the door to the room opened, and I quickly scrambled off of his lap to fix myself.
Chapter warnings: language, mentions of violence, guns or blood, mafia scenario, Noah is depicted to be an asshole!
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The day was one fo your favorites. It was a bit chilly, rainy and cloudy. Perfect to stay inside all bundled up, with a good book, and a nice cup of tea. That was until one of your siblings had walked into the library of your family home. You were the second child of 5 children, your older brother, and three younger sisters. You look up from your page leaving your finger where you left off to see your brother walking towards you.
“Y/N, dad wants to speak to you” you eldest brother, Mathew poked his head into the library where you sat near the fire place.
"Really? About what?" you ask setting your book mark on the page and stood from your seat
"He didn't say but he did ask you change into something other than your lounge clothes. There's someone else in there, so probably dress a little casual" he hinted. Although he was the only son he cared very deeply about his sisters. You being his first baby sister, you held a special place in his heart, along with the fact that he would be the next "man of the house".
"Alright, I'll go and get changed, do you know who's in there?" You ask as you start to head for the door
"Not in the slightest, it's the first time dad is so vague with me. It felt strange”
You and your siblings were born into a mafia family. For a mafia family many said you were very loving, and caring. Aside from the occasional cursing over the phone, guns on your father’s desk, and more than necessary guards around your home. Once you were old enough your father told you and your brother how you all had wealth and power. Your brother was to be the heir and next in line to continue the family business as the eldest child. Now you as the second child and first daughter, your fate was to be a bit different. You walk to your bedroom and change into some jeans and a simple long sleeve tee.
You walk down the Hall and up the stairs to the last floor where business was exclusively done. Your father's office, a file room and an interrogation room. You all had free roam of the large home and his office, but never the extra two rooms. The only strict rule in your household other than how much you all as his children were involved in the business.
You knock on the double oak doors and wait for the door to be opened by security currently in his office. Typically they are outside but since there is a guest they are inside the room.
"Ah, there she is," he said turning his focus to you, setting his drink down on to his grand desk that sat in front of the large and beautiful windows. He walks to you and gives you a kiss to your forehead and guides you to the seats that were in front of his desk. In one of the deep wine red leather chairs sat a tall man. It was strange to say, but the way he sat in the seat was if he had owned the place. His presence and energy was in some way intimidating and even chilling. As you approached he turns his head and stands from his seat. His sharp onyx eyes cut straight into your vision, his large tattooed hands held the glass of alcohol by the rim setting it down on the edge of the desk.
"Y/N, this is Mr. Noah Sebastian, Sebastian this is my daughter Y/N" he reaches his hand out to you and you take it in a firm hand shake.
“A pleasure” he nods taking a Quick Look at you from head to toe
“Y/N, sit down please, we have much to discuss” your father huffs as he sits back down in his chair “as you know, I am getting old in my age. I’m not able to do my work as I used to which is why Mathew will be taking my place.” He stated
“Right, we know this dad” you chime in
“But, then there is you.” You could somehow feel a change in the room as he said that “…to put it plainly sweetheart, you’re going to be marrying Noah here to seal an agreement”
“WHAT?!” You nearly fall from your seat “you’re arranging a marriage for me?! Dad!” You had no words. You had always had a great relationship with your father. Any disagreements you had would be worked out with just a conversation. But doing something like made your heart break and sink in your chest
“Y/N, please understand-“
“Dad. You’re setting me up in a marriage to someone I don’t even know! It’ll be a loveless, cold marriage!” You could feel your palms sweat, and your heart race. You wanted to yell and cry and scream….and yet all you wanted to do was ask your father “…why dad? Why would you do this?”
He hated seeing you so hurt. His first baby girl, he wanted nothing but the world for you. Yet here he was hurting you, and for what?
“To put it simply” Noah spoke as he remained calm in his chair “your father is no longer able to afford and keep up with his contract.”
“Contract?” You ask turning to Noah and then your father again.
“That’s Right Little Princess” the man mocked you as he stood from his chair and began to pace the room “you live comfortably because of me. Your father ran out of money and resources and so he came to me. He signed a contract for wealth, protection, and business of course, only now he isn’t able to carry it out.” He stops to look out of the window as the rain began to come down harder, darkening the skies outside.
“So why can’t Mathew continue that contract?” You ask him
His head turns to look at you over his shoulder, with a stoic expression he turns his body and begins to walk in your direction
“It was started by your father, and must end with his life and his family’s.” he said as he stood in front of your seat. His mysterious dark aura encasing and dressing you in your place. His frame towers over you as he looks down upon you, as he would the dirt beneath his feet
“So, to of course avoid the route that could have ended a bloodline he chose to spare all your lives including his own. Matthew with work for me as your father did, and you will be the new contract that ensures the lives of your family” a smirk grew on his lips. One of clever fox who has finally cornered its prey.
“…..and if I refuse?” You test the waters
“Then I hope you’ve settled any troubles you’ve had in life” you hear something heavy fall on to the desk. Looking up through your lashes you see the heavy gun that laid in front of you. Was this his way of threatening you? Letting you know he won’t hesitate to carry out his plan as he rehearsed it?
He walks behind your seat and his hands land on the arms of the seat. You can feel him lower himself to your height, right next to your ear to whisper
“Tik tok, you’ve got lives on the line, flower” his whisper sent a shiver down your spine. One of fear, disgust and anger. Your hand moves towards the pen that laid on the stack of papers in the center of the desk. The line that read ‘signature______’ seemed to have mocked you. The second you sign, you sign away your life to this monster who stood in the room with you.
You look at your father one last time. He kept his gaze towards the desk, not daring to meet your gaze. Consumed by grief and guilt of what he had done and gotten you into. You hand shakes as the side of your palm makes contact with the paper to sign. Your grip on the pen slips as sweat coats your hands. Even if you were to disagree, it still wouldn't benefit you, neither would signing these papers. But you couldn't wait forever, and you couldn't leave it blank
Your hand was heavy and your heart had fallen into your stomach as you sign your name. The shaky signature now permanent on the marriage contract. The paper is take from your view and tucked away into a file by Noah
"Perfect. I'll be seeing you tomorrow night Mrs. Sebastian" he smirks at you and turns to your father "Pleasure doing business with you sir." and with that he took his leave. You sat silently in the chair as a new atmosphere now hung between you and your father.
"Mi amor, please understand I did this for you-" he broke the silence
"No! You did this for you! You knew I would never agree to something like this!" your eye well with tears as you look up at your father "..I....I have to marry him now. A complete stranger, a monster!"
"I...I have no excuse. Please understand that if I did not agree, you, your siblings and your mother...you would have all been in danger or worse." you could see this was really eating at your father. You couldn't blame him, he wasn't given many choices for the lifestyle he chose.
"It's...okay dad. There's nothing we can do now" you stand from your seat and turn to leave his office without another thought
"Y/N, sweetheart wait," no matter what he said to call you back, you left and sped walked back to your room. You locked your door and sulk over to your bed and throw yourself on to the plush bed. This may be the last time you sleep in it, by your own choice, in your home. You bring your knees up and curl into a ball, and close your eyes. Hoping, praying and begging that when you wake up it would just be a horrible dream.
A terrible nightmare...
An ugly lie...
just maybe....
Sure enough the next morning you woke up to knocking at your door. You stumble out of bed with a pounding headache and groggy eyes. You crack it open only to find your sisters outside of your door.
"what is it guys?" you asked
"..mom said to come and get you, we need to go out before tonight" Lauren spoke up, the third chld in your family. She was a lot like you mother and sometimes you wondered if she was the older one here
"So it wasn't just a nightmare huh?" you ask fully opening your door and allowing them in your space. You walk into the bathroom that was within you room as you sister still spoke to you
“We’re gonna miss you Y/N….” Emily, the 4th child spoke “…daddy told us what was going on and I….im sorry you probably don’t want to talk about it” she was mature for her age but also very considerate of others
“Well it’s happening today apparently so, there really isn’t a reason to avoid it” you answer from behind the door as you freshen up. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Mom said that we’re picking up your dress. Just have to make sure it fits” Lauren answers. You open the door seeming more pissed than you were before
“Wow, can’t pick my own husband or my own dress, it just keep getting better huh?”
In less than an hour you were on your way to boutique. The dress was picked for you, and had nearly perfect measurements. It fit you perfectly. This should be the part where you cried over finding your wedding dress, yet here you tear up at the soon to be loss of your life.
The dress was beautiful, you’d be a lot happier if you didn’t mean, you’d be marrying complete stranger. There was no use in crying over milk that has been spilled was there?
After the dress fitting and some quick altercations the dress was ready for tonight. In the way back, the car ride was quiet as if everyone could hear each others thoughts
“Why did I have to married the very next day? I already signed the paper, why do I need a ceremony?” You asked out loud
“Well…” your mother started “…they need proof of something that’s isn’t simply a contract. To show there is a legitimate marriage-“
“This is a contract mom. There is no marriage. No relationship! No proposal! I’m being signed off as a business transaction!” You blurt out “ now my life is over, I’m going to be trapped in loveless marriage, and I won’t see any of you again and…a-and…” burst into shaky tears. You were putting on a tough act before, but now it is fully hitting you as to what will become of you tonight. If he didn’t hesitate to threaten your family before, you could only imagine what he was capable of. Your sisters hug you and rub out your back. Your mother trying to hide her own tears having to be strong for you. It’s not getting any better as the night went on. Once you were home you go up to your room and take a long hot shower. Letting the water run down your face hoping to melt away the dread you felt in the pit of your stomach. You sat in front of your vanity as your mother fixed your hair and you sisters helped with your make up.
You looked the mirror and puttied the girl who stared back at you. After slipping into the sleek white dress you were helped down stairs to where your father and brother were waiting in their suits. Your father had tears welled in his eyes.
“Mi…precious…you look beautiful. Like an angel” he said bringing you into a hug
“Dad I…..” you felt something growing your chest as you thought carefully about the next words you were about to say “ I love you and mom so much….. I’m not going to like this, but I’ll do what I have to do means you will be safe…”
You had come to terms with what was going to happen. You were not happy about it. It’s not what you want. But in the end, what other choice did you have. And what cost would it be? You see father’s eyes widen at your statement.
“No please… I won’t be able to live with myself, knowing that you accepted this as your life you’re so much more than a contract. Please believe me.” His eyes pleaded for you to seemingly forgive him.
“ father, you need to know that I am doing this because I want to and I want to help you and sometimes helping those you love comes with a big sacrifice” give him a tight, smile
He gave you a tired chuckle,“ that was always like you you know. Always the fighter.”
You rode in the backseat with your father as you approach the chapel near your home. You get out of the car and stand in front of the grand doors. Knowing once they were open you’d be walking into a new and unknown world.
“How long could we last on the run from this guy?” You ask trying to make yourself feel something to her than dread
“Maybe about a week knowing how many food stops you’d wanna make” your brother responded. All three of you chuckle as your loops your arms into your fathers and brothers. The doors open and there at the alter awaited your future. Each step towards Noah was another step towards the beginning of a deep cave. Once with no light…hope…or signs of rescue. The ceremony carried on like any other. Your family on one side, and what you assumed to be his guests and friends on his half. Most of the words had gone in one ear out the other. Trapped in your head, thinking of scenarios and ideas to still find a way out…
You were only snapped out of your head when it was time to exchange rings. You were handed a wedding band and he held your ring.
“With this ring I take Y/N as my wife” Noah says as he slides the cool jewelry onto your ring finger.
Now it was your turn “with this ring…I take Noah as..my husband” you do the same slide his band in to his large tattooed finger.
“Nervous are we?” He whispered to you
“No….” Was all you answered
“We’ll be out of here in no time” he answers quickly before the priest continues
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife”
Oh god. No! How could I forget this part!-
“…you may kiss the bride”
His hands drag yours towards his body to bring you closer “with pleasure” he smirks and he bends down to capture yours lips. His large hands cup your face and hold you in the kiss. You didn’t fight back, nor did you really get into it. You could feel his tongue poke at your lips and break through into your mouth. Such a kiss wasn’t necessary for a small ceremony, but Noah did it to rub it in your father’s face. He pulls away leaving you breathless, he takes your hand and places it in the crook of his arm to lead you down the aisle.
The small amount of claps were split. Some of congratulations and others of pity. You walk to the end without a word and he leads you to his car. The driver opening the door for you to climb into. After you came Noah then the driver into his seat
“Where to sir?”
“Take us home please.” He said crossing his legs. You move yourself to the opposite end of the backseat, keeping distance from Noah
“Why so far? I thought you enjoyed that kiss back there” he scans you over and his chin rests on his hand, his elbow resting on the door. The passing street light creating a darker aura and giving him a dangerous presence in the small space
“I didn’t” you state “it was part of the ceremony and I let you kiss me. That’s all” you defend yourself
He chuckled with a smirk “whatever you say flower” Great a nickname, that’s the last thing you need “now this is Alfred (hehehe) if you need to go anywhere, he’ll be able to. Of course you’ll be limited as to where you can go and at what time”
“What?! Just who are you my father? Not even he restricted me that much” you cross your arms “I’m my own persona and can go wherever I please”
“Not anymore” he answers back
“Oh whatever, I’ll leave anyway”
“Not unless you want to be a target” he says as a matter of fact “now that’s we’re married, word will get around quickly and become more of a target then when we were not. That’s just how this works flower. Don’t hate me, hate the game” the car come to a stop and you simply just stare into his dark seemingly empty eyes
“The bitch you are” it was just anger that was completely boiling over
He scoots closer to you, coming impossibly close. His hand catches your jaw and holds you to look at him
“Look at me. Now.” He demands. You reluctantly stare into his eyes “if you want to get yourself killed go on ahead and do whatever the fuck you want. All I’ve done is what is meant to keep you and your pathetic little family alive. But you’ll watch your time with me, got that?” His voice was deep, and rumbled with authority. It honestly shook you. You give him a. Nod and he lets go
“Once we’re there you’ll have your own room. You may hate me but I won’t force you to sleep in my bed.” He says watching out of the window as the car passes people and buildings in the city. You do the same in your side trying to hold back the tears and sniffles that claw at your throat to escape.
It had only been 10 minutes and this is all you’ve experienced so far. From this point on there was no hope in your future. This was a dead end, no escape. You were a deer lost in a dark Forrest with a beast on the loose. Unfortunately for you, the beast had claim you as his own, and it was only a matter of time…
look, idk if anyone’s talked about this or what, but i’ve wanted to touch on this so bad.
bad omens playing “how are we’ve come” by matchbox twenty at the end of each concrete forever show is one of the most beautiful things i’ve witnessed in a very long time. and to add onto that, playing it over the slideshow of photos and so many different memories to showcase just how far they’ve come has been tugging at my heartstrings for weeks.
that song must hold such an important meaning to them. and personally, i don’t want to know that meaning. i want them to keep that song and its significance to/for themselves.
i love that song soso much and when i saw bad omens, it was the first time i’d heard it in a good handful of years. so getting to hear it play as the boys were smiling and giving out their picks and drumsticks was honestly a magical feeling. i’ll be honest: in that moment, i felt more connected to bad omens (or any band for that matter) than i ever have or ever will.
again, idk if anyone has even talked about this. i haven’t seen any discussion on it at least. but it is now one of my favorite concert moments forever.
If you're okay with reposting old comics, there was this one panel you did with two (fox?)girls where one was really bratty to bait the other into topping her. I don't quite remember the dialogue, but the other girl said something along the lines of 'you brats always talk so much shit until my cock is in your mouth'. I saw it on your Twitter ages ago and haven't been able to find it since and it's kind of lived in the back of my mind since 😩
