Prompt: “Oh! I have a request & it’s sorta based off of Finn & Noam’s 4th of July antics (I have a feeling, like I’m almost 99.9% for some reason that Noam was the one to take the picture of Finn’s ass!) but could you possibly do a smutty fluffy 4th of July Imagine where the Reader & her boyfriend(s) Noam & Finn (Poly relationship, if you’re not comfortable, then it’s fine and just choose one!) are celebrating with friends, drink, swim & shoot fireworks & etc! I can send more detail in if I need too! 💕”
Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N) (Just Noam, sorry. I’m not ready to write a threesome… yet.)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, FLUFF, fireworks and so many smutty firework puns (sorry, not sorry)
Word Count: 1160
Note: I have no problem with writing a poly relationship. Right now, smut-wise, that’s too many limbs than what I want to handle at the moment. I might revisit this prompt later though and rewrite it to the full request. This is the last WWE fic for the week, but I have several more requests to answer and I will, soon. If you’ve got an idea of your own, my requests are still open. If you don’t have your own idea just yet, but don’t want to miss a fic about your favorites, my tag lists are open as well. Reblogs and comments are really appreciated if you enjoyed what you read. Happy reading!
“Are you both going to Finn Freeze?” you giggled. Finn snapped into his pose, while Noam took a quick look before following. “Perfect.” Noam rushed up and stole your phone.
“Now we ‘ave to get a picture of Finny’s red, white, and blue ass.” You both laughed as your friend quickly turned and pulled his shorts low enough to show off his bruise. As much fun as you were having now when you had first seen it you’d almost went after Baron yourself. Lucky for him, today’s excitement was the perfect distraction.
“Come on, love,” Finn said, “time for Noam to see you in that bathin’ suit I helped pick out.” He threw his arm over your shoulder and Noam wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Hey!” you squealed. You eyed both of your boys trying to figure out which one had snapped your top string. When neither was forthcoming with a guilty face, your reached around and snapped the front of their swimming trunks. Then before they could catch you, you ran towards the pool dropping cover shirt and towel as you went. The water rescued you for a bit, then betrayed you as Finn and Noam cannonballed in just as you resurfaced.
Several hours and springboard flips later, the sky was dark enough for the main event. And there was enough of it for several more hours.
You and Noam set up the next array of fireworks, spread out enough for safety. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and started filming Finn setting them off. Getting antsy, you shifted your weight. The fuses were taking so long to take, and they were starting to go off before Finn could finish the line. He rushed to stand to the side as they shot to the sky, rattling you all with their concussive blasts.
Noam looked over at you, watching the colors reflect in your eyes. You caught him and smiled. He slid up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips pressed into the side of your neck, then he rested his chin on your shoulder.
With each boom, you shivered. It was amazing how a little gunpowder and some elements could create such bright colors. Copper to make blue. Iron and carbon to make gold. Strontium to make red. Add fire to a fuse, and up they went, to explode and fill the sky with their brilliance. It made you breathless.
Your feet were brought back to the ground by a hard object pressing into your backside.
“Noam, darling, what are you doing?” You squeaked as he rolled his hips in time with the explosions.
“I’m warming you up for your fourth of July fuck.”
As much as that made you clamp your thighs together, you checked your phone. “Sounds nice, but it’s rolled over to the fifth.”
“Fourth or Fifth, I’m still gonna ravage ya.” He nipped at your neck and pulled you back towards the house. Nobody seemed to notice, not that it would have stopped you if they did.
The wall he pinned you to vibrated with the celebration happening in the backyard. You couldn’t breathe because Noam was dominating your mouth. Your fingers wove into his hair while his trespassed under your swim-cover. His nails dug lightly across your lower back, making you gasp. With your head thus tilted back, he kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck. You bit your lip with a moan as he slid down your swimming bottoms and gripped tightly at the globes of your ass. His clothed length rubbed over your front with desperate frequency until you were begging for anything.
‘Anything’ began with his fingers. They scissored you open and worked you up to a dripping mess. Noam chuckled into the valley of your breasts each time you jolted under his touch. Your clit was well tended too, though he kept you just out of reach of release.
“Please Noam. Everyone’s going to be coming in soon.”
“And?” He laughed and latched onto your lips. His fingers curled into that spot that made your knees weak but it still wasn’t enough.
“Noam,” you whined, “stop teasing. I thought you said you were going to ravage me?”
He pulled back with a smirk. “I di’ say that didn’ I?”
Your face broke into a wide smile as he dropped his trunks to the floor and pulled your thigh over his hip. Your head fell back into the wall with a thud covered up with the blasts. Noam worked into you, grunting and heaving until he was fully inside you. You gripped at is shoulders, grounding yourself from floating away. When you were mostly under control, you clamped your walls around him.
That first slow thrust was like the first firework on the fourth. Breathtaking and sparkling. It made you breathless and inspired. You did your best to meet his thrusts. It was too hot, so you shed your shirt. Noam freed your breasts from their cups and caught them in turn in his mouth to suck and moan around them. You keened loudly for more, for him.
And he gave it to you.
Noam twisted you around from the wall to lean you over a reading chair. He thrust hard back into you, making you cry out. His hand splayed wide over your spine, pinning you down even as you arched. He sped up. You couldn’t hear your skin snapping together, but you could feel it. You were both panting. Needy and desperate. And so close.
“Noam,” you moaned.
“I’m right be’ind ya. You feel so good, Y/N. Clampin’ d’wn on my cock. Everyone jus’ outside. My dirty girl. My girl. My… come on, Y/N. Cum for me.”
Your nails dug into the fabric of the chair, and you lost traction on the floor as your toes curled. Noam pushed on you harder, tipping you forward as he chased his finish. His cock swelled, and his cum filled you up, sending you into another spiral that blinded you.
His hands massaged up and down your back until your legs stopped shaking. He retrieved your shirt and bottoms, guiding your legs into them as you sat on the arm of the chair. You pulled him down for another kiss. One that was exhausted and soft.
“We should prob’ly get back out there,” he muttered against your lips. You sighed in agreement. Noam chuckled as he helped you to your feet.
You made it back outside just in time for the grand finale. Some of the more practiced practitioners had rigged together a system to set off the rest of the fireworks in a faster and safer manner. The spectacular display filled the sky, setting your heart to thudding. Noam took your hand and gave it a squeeze for each of the receding fireworks.
When you went to bed, other homes were still setting theirs off, and Noam gave you a spectacular finish to those too.
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