Just a collection of nowen "smut" oneshots, cause really we could all use more of these 2 dorks :)

Note that some of these do align with my "Wig Ok Bruh" fic, but I'll make sure this can still be enjoyed as its own thing as well.

I hope you enjoy it :)


Chapter 1

"A Bite-Sized Start"


Noah looked down at Owen's stomach, arranged with a variety of scars and bites.

It wasn't like he didn't have his fair share of them either. One does not make an entire career from reality show competing without getting some injuries. Or in Noah and Owen's case, a truckload of them.

The various bites on Owen's back from Bearing the Panda-monuim. The small array of electric eel bites all over Noah's arms from Total Drama: World Tour. The scratches on Owen's face from Sharp Things Flying at Your Head. The large stitch across Noah's abdomen from…

...ok admittedly, that one was because his appendix burst, but it happened on a reality show, so it still counts.

But it still made him melancholy. So many years of TV humiliation, and all they got was some small fame and a lifetime of medical issues. But they at least had each other in the ordeal.

"You sure you're up to this buddy?"

Noah's mind was back on track to the present. To what got him looking at Owen's stomach in the first place. He nodded and fumbled with his words, which he hated.

"Yeah I'm just…"

"Nervous?", Owen finished the sentence. He knew Noah wasn't gonna outright say it. His husband mumbled, proving his point. "You know, if you don't want to-"

"No! No I want to. I want to do this."

And Noah continued down Owen's body til he got...below the stomach.

And there was Owen's chode taking his view. While there were admittedly some small scars near the tip (which Noah was not going to ask how that happened), it was the one part of Owen's body that wasn't physically battered beyond belief.

Noah awkwardly tried to get the chode into his mouth, but every time he got close, he almost instinctively backed away.

"If it'll help you can pretend it's something else", Owem's voice piped up. "Like, imagine your eating an ice cream cone. Or one of those popsicles-Yeah! A popsicle. That's gonna squirt cream after a little while of-"

"Owen?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up", Noah looked up tired. Owen quickly took the hint.

Taking a deep breath, Noah closed his eyes and quickly took the penis in his mouth. He heard his husband's moans and trying very hard to keep his teeth from clenching.

"Owh wah?", Noah's "now what?" came out muffled.

Move your head back and forth."

Noah hesitated, but did so, the dick inching closer in his throat and back away. He pauses as Owen's moaning continued. Then did so again, which led to more moans. And soon Noah got into a steady rhythm of throbbing. He must be doing it right, Owen certainly wasn't stopping him.

"Gahh….go", Owen eventually got quick words out, "Go faster."

Noah did so, throbbing faster and harder, the tip of Owen's dick occasionally hitting the back of his throat. Said dick was slippery now from Noah's saliva, and he gripped onto the base of it to keep it from slipping out of his mouth entirely. A grip the big guy seemed to like.

"N...Noah…", Owen moaned in ecstasy.

Noah couldn't help but smirk, at least as much as he could. When Owen first made this request, he was initially wary and his gut did want to say "no". But after thinking it over a few hours, he eventually agreed. And now here he was, giving it with ease. Maybe he was just overthinking this.

"The...the glaze"

"Mm-hmm", Noah mumbled as seductively as he could, acknowledging Owen's unique phrase for the big finish. Dang he was good at this. It was a little uncomfortable, sure, but not as hard as he thought it would be. A couple of head throbs, and some cum in in his mouth, and then it's be all ov-

"The glaze is coming."

…..Wait, Owen was gonna cum IN HIS MOUTH?!

And in that moment of panic, Noah's teeth clenched hard together.

CRUNCH!

Or rather they WOULD'VE, if his mouth wasn't already full.

Noah's eyes opened wide open as he realized his mistake. Slowly, he looked up at Owen, eyes also open and out of the moment, who stood blank, as if he was trying to register what was going on.

"…...AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Ok. Now it registered.


He couldn't believe it.

Noah's head was in his hands as he sat in the hospital waiting room. He just couldn't believe it.

He was doing so well and had it all figured out, only to choke at the last second. Heck he didn't even choke, he bit down. He bit down at the worst possible time. How could he have panicked so bad?! What was gonna happen to Owen after this?

His head finally perked up from his hands as DJ walked out with a clipboard in hand.

"Owen's clear to head home now", DJ told him.

"Is he...is he alright?", Noah hesitated to ask, prepping for the worst.

"Yes. You broke a little into the skin, which is why there was some bleeding, but nothing major looks damaged. He is a little shaken up though. Just watch after him for the next few days in case anything looks unusual."

Before DJ could continue on about what "looks unusual" for that kind of injury, Owen stepped out to the waiting room. He looked a little pale in the face, but otherwise fine. Noah quickly looked away in embarrassment. It was gonna be an awkward car ride home.


And Noah was right.

Not a single word passed the whole drive. No jokes, no comments about the dogs they passed, no radio for ambience. It was stone silent.

Finally, they pulled up in the parking garage for their apartment. Owen turned the car off in their parking spot, but didn't get out. He just sat there, as if he was still processing the whole experience.

Noah didn't leave the car either, no matter how much he really wanted to. He felt like he should say something, but he couldn't think of anything. If he could, he would've said it already. He looked over at Owen's face, which was stoic and blank. He couldn't make out what Owen was thinking. Was he mad? How mad? Was he in the middle of planning the quickest route to divorce papers? Were they about to get divorced over the worst blowjob in fanfiction?

Noah looked back to the passenger window. He couldn't believe his whole marriage was about to end over his mistake.

"Snnrk!"

Noah quickly turned back to his husband (for now?), who was shaking. A few more noises pierced from Owen's lips, before he broke out into complete laughter.

"What's so funny?", Noah

"You…", Owen got out in between laughs. "You bit my dick!"

"I know I did. You don't have to rub it in", he started to look away.

"No!", Owen kept laughing. "I just... didn't think it would happen. You...you but my dick...in a blowjob."

Owen kept laughing and leaned back a little into the seat.

Noah looked on at Owen's laughing, and despite it, he just couldn't help but smile. Why was he smiling about this.

"It wasn't on purpose", he tried to remain serious about this. "It's just...you were gonna cum in my mouth-"

"You bit down..b-because I was gonna cum?", And that sent the big guy laughing even harder. "I..I can't!"

And as Owen laughed, Noah thought it over. He bit onto Owen's penis to avoid the cum in his mouth. And no two ways about it, it WAS funny.

And then there was Noah, laughing alongside his husband in their car.

"W...why didn't you ju...just take your mouth off before it?", Owen asked smiling.

"I don't know buddy", Noah responded in between his own chuckles. "It's just because I panicked."

The 2 kept laughing for a good couple of minutes, taking in the absurdity of the situation. But eventually, their laughing died down and they were left in small breathy giggles.

"Does...does it look bad?", Noah finally said, a little bit somberly.

"Not too bad. Actually, now it suits the rest of me."

Noah was confused for a moment. Catching onto this, Owen quickly unbuckled his pants to quickly flash Noah the damage.

And there it was smack in the middle of the sausage, a noticeable bitemark where Noah's teeth has jammed down on. Noah's mouth stood agape at the new scar Owen had formed.

"Owen, I am so sorry", Noah started to apologize.

"Hey, it's ok, you didn't mean to", Owen was quick to reassure. "Besides I'm sure even if you didn't, I was going to scar it somehow anyway."

Noah knew it was true, the big guy was a bit of a klutz. But still it was hard to think that he caused that. He didn't feel really assured.

"And there's no hard feelings for it. At most, I consider this belated karma for that time I scratched your clit."

"I told you to get your nails filed before that" Noah thought back to that night, but smiled fondly. Especially since the week long ain from that was over.

"I thought it would help with stimulation", Owen tried to defend himself.


I apologize for the sort of abrupt ending. I wasn't sure how else to end this.

I got a lot of ideas for other chapters too so I hope you liked it, and please review. Reviews are always appreciated :)