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New bird

Masterlist

AN: So this took a long time to write. It was one of those "gonna write a lil scene" and suddenly turning into a longer enemies to lovers story. Enjoy 🥰

Pairing: Roadie Noel x older fem! reader

Warnings/tags: (18+) Do not read if you’re not into reverse age gap, enemies to lovers, sex, self-love, mutual masturbation, oral

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so apologies for spelling mistakes or bad punctuation

Word count: 7k

You were really excited when you climbed onboard the tour bus. 3 weeks on the road with the Inspiral Carpets. You’d bagged a job as assistant to the tour manager after a friend who worked at their management had recommended you.

You were 33 and fresh out of a relationship with what had turned out to be a proper fuckwit going nowhere deadbeat. Now that it was over you couldn’t believe that you had spent so long under his grip. Every little comment and every way he’d made you doubt yourself had sucked the life right out of you. It was only after you moved back to your mum’s with your wee boy that you were seeing clearly for the first time in a long time just how much damage he’d done to you.

Your friend had encouraged you to get back out there, but your faith in men had taken a huge blow thanks to that bastard. So had your self esteem. Now you just wanted to prove to yourself that you could do it, that you were capable of doing a good job and stand on your own two feet again.

When you entered the bus and saw him sprawled out on the sofa you instantly knew that you were in for a long three weeks. Your friend had prepared you as best as she could with descriptions of the various people you would be travelling with, what to look out for and likely scenarios. You tried to recall her stories to see who this might be.

One of the first people she mentioned apart from the band was ‘The Chief’. "Look out for him," she said. "He’s really lazy and always very keen to load his work onto others so he can sit back and smoke and do fuck all while on the clock. But the band loves him so he mostly does as he pleases." You took a second look and yep! That sounded exactly like the bloke in front of you.

He was skinny and pale with light blue eyes and a mop of dark brown hair on his head. At further inspection your friend’s description of him sounded fully plausible.

He looked you up and down, raised his brow before smirking "So.. you the new bird then?" You could unwillingly feel your blood boil already. You may have been new, but you had at least 10 years on him and you would not take any cheek from a roadie.

"That’s assistant tour manager to you, Gallagher." You could hear low whistles from the back of the bus and you knew you might have overdone it, but something inside you said that you had to make a statement with this one.

He stood up and you noticed that what he lacked in size he made up for in bravado. He walked up to you and stopped a few inches from your face and grinned mockingly while looking into your eyes, "So you’ve asked about me already, knowing my fuckin’ name and that?"

"Yeah, I was warned about a lad with an ego the size of greater Manchester. Figured that might be you." You held his gaze.

"Spot on," you heard the others laugh.

“So you were warned about me..” he said softly but you could hear that edge very clearly. “What else they say then?”

“That I should ignore you unless I want a major fuckin’ headache.” He stepped closer, the distance between you turning into a tiny sliver of air stretched taught with tension.

“So let me get this straight..” he murmured, “you were warned against me and yet you came straight for me.”

"I wanted a seat." You stood your ground. "Fair enough, there’s always room on my lap," he smirked and took a step back to look at you and then to the rest of the bus. "Eh, lads?" The others gave no sound.

You were seething inside now. "I’ll sit on my own fuckin’ seat thank you very much," you tried to talk as calmly and clearly as you could. "One more thing: If you call me 'bird' again I’ll make you fuckin’ regret it. I’m not your bird."

"You’ll make me regret it, will ya?" his eyes flickered amusedly. "And exactly how will that happen?"

You leaned in and lowered your voice, "I’ve got all the details for this tour in my folder, so if you keep this up there might just be some changes in your tasks."

"Yer gonna put me on tea duty?" he grinned.

"Keep pushing and you’ll be on the early shift from here to Glasgow.." You saw how his jaw tensed.

"Fine.. Assistant tour manager.." he said a tad deflated and stepped back. You instantly felt at ease having drawn a line. No boy would get the better of you. You put your bag on the seat and sat down, but you could feel his eyes on you as the bus started to pull out of the car park.

Noel was still confused as to what had just happened when she sat down. How did she win so easily? Had he lost his touch? He thought she’d back off when he responded as people always did around him. He needed to be sharper.

Nobody talked to him, the chief, that way. She seemed so infuriatingly calm too. No smug smirk or unsettled nervousness, just calm and focused on her notes.

~~

You’d stayed out of Noel’s way the next few days. You really couldn’t be arsed with any drama, so you’d kept your head down and focused on your work. The other people in the crew had obviously learned from Noel’s mistake, because nobody gave you any trouble at all. In fact it was all a little too easy.

Even Noel didn’t act up. He stayed out of your way too. When he was being loud it was never aimed at you. To you he was all quiet and professional. But you could sense him keeping an eye on you.

~~

"Oi! Assistant tour manager," you heard a familiar voice behind you. You sighed. Not this. And he was pissed.

It was the first night off after a couple of days of non-stop working, and the crew was out drinking at the local pub. You’d agreed to come out for one drink.

"Why won’t you party with us?" he slurred, grabbing your arm as you passed him. He sounded like a whiny toddler. "Gotta be up early tomorrow to work out the schedules for.." you started, but he wasn’t listening.

"Fuckin’ schedules," he mocked, and swayed a little on his feet. "Do you ever talk about anything else?" He moved his hand to get a tighter grip on your arm.

"Let go of me," you said evenly. He didn’t. He just leaned in closer to your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "You’ve been avoiding me," he said. The whiny mocking tone was entirely gone, and there was a clear edge in his voice. He wanted something.

"I’ve been working," you replied calmly. "Funny how your work hasn’t had us crossing paths.. You bein’ in charge of the schedule and all.." he breathed and moved his hand to your waist, squeezing lightly. You could feel yourself tense uncomfortably by his touch, suddenly reminded of a different yet eerily similar situation.

From experience you’d learned not to let your discomfort show, so you straightened your back and made yourself as tall as possible. "Don’t make this awkward for yourself, Gallagher," you said a little louder than necessary. He leaned back and looked at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. He suddenly looked sober and wanting to say something but he didn’t, he just turned and walked away.

Noel made his way through the crowd. Fuck. He’d become that guy. The sleazy one that sometimes appeared when he’d had a few too many. The one that grabbed and grinned too wide and pushed a bit too far. He never meant anything by it and he was usually just shoved away by the bird, and laughed at, but not with her.

He could clearly sense her go rigid and there was a tiny look of fear in her eyes when he’d gotten a better look at her. He knew that look. It was only small, but he had seen it before. At home. The whole memory made his stomach turn. And now it had been on her face. Because of him. He felt sick.

~~

A few days later you were out drinking with the crew. Or you’d agreed to come out for one drink, but Clint had obviously taken it upon himself to change this as he kept trying to buy you drinks. And of course with Clint being Clint, he succeeded. By the third drink your rule about being sensible had gone out the window. You were having fun too, loosening up a bit and getting to know both band and crew a bit better.

You were standing by the bar when an acquaintance of the band who you’d briefly met earlier that night came up by your side.

"They didn’t tell me their new tour manager was this fit.." he grinned and leaned in. You immediately sobered up a bit. "Assistant tour manager," you corrected, trying to be polite and not invite to any further talk.

"Bet the lads love having you around," he said moving closer and letting his gaze linger on your chest in a way that made your skin crawl. "Excuse me" you said, moving to get another drink.

"Don’t be like that," he laughed and moved after you and reaching for your arm.

"You have trouble hearing, mate.. She said excuse me.." Noel had suddenly moved in between you and the guy, his arm resting casually on the bar, shielding you.

The guy looked at Noel, "Relax, we were just chatting." He looked irritated.

"You were bothering her," Noel stated firmly, turning down his challenge. The guy scoffed. “Didn’t realise she had a fuckin’ bodyguard.” Noel’s voice didn’t change.

“Well, you do now, so you’d better fuck off," he said evenly.

The guy scowled at Noel and at you and shrugged a "Whatever," and disappeared into the crowd. Noel made sure that he had gone before he turned to you. "You alright?"

You nodded, though the room spun slightly when you did. "I’m.. drunk," you admitted. "Yeah," he smirked. "I noticed that. Is it alright if I.." He slid an arm around your shoulders and guided you toward the door. You were instantly steadied by the warmth of his body against yours. "Let’s get you back to the bus. The others will be here for a little while yet."

You made it outside without falling over. The night air sobered you up a bit, but you were still quite spinny when you reached the bus. Noel guided you up the steps with a careful hand on your lower back.

He got a coke from the fridge and found some paracetamol in the medic kit before walking you to your bunk. "For tomorrow," he said as he gave them to you. "Get some sleep, yeah.." he said as his hand touched your arm lightly.

You looked at him and smiled shyly "Thanks for earlier.." He looked down almost embarrassed by the attention. "No problem. He was being a fuckin’ prick. You didn’t deserve that."

His eyes lifted and met yours and you were struck by how concerned he looked. Like he genuinely cared about you being ok. Your chest tightened a bit. "You didn’t have to step in, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself," you searched his face, but he looked away. "I just saw that you didn’t like him talking to you that way," he said quietly.

You studied him for a moment. The messy soft looking dark hair framing his face, the beautiful blue eyes, the way he suddenly looked very unsure of what to do with his hands. Like he was embarrassed about what he’d just said. “You’re not so bad, you know,” you teased him gently. “Just don’t let the others know", he grinned.

You moved toward your bunk, ducking inside before you could change your mind “Goodnight, Noel,” you said. “Night,” he said, looking at you a beat too long.

Sleep came quickly, but you kept twisting and turning. His blue eyes kept popping up in your dream searching yours. His hand had been so warm on your back steadying you getting into the bus.

In your dream you turned and looked at him, his hand settling at your waist "I’ve been waiting for this.." he whispered and leaned in to kiss you, his hands moving to your waistband, opening your jeans and letting his hand inside as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned softly as his fingers found your entrance and gathered slick to glide over your clit. "Please just let me make you feel good.." he breathed against your lips. You were already throbbing for him. You could feel the heat building in your core as you started moving your hips against his fingers chasing the pleasure.

"Oi, Clint!" You woke up suddenly and very confused hearing the crew returning. You could still feel dream-Noel’s touch. It had felt so real and you were still warm and buzzy from it. You automatically slid your hand down to your knickers and under the soft fabric and you could feel how wet you were. From a dream about him. This infuriatingly cocky boy who had obviously managed to get into your brain. And now also under your skin. Your hot and aching skin. Fine. You gave in. "This means nothing," you told yourself.

You pressed a finger against your clit and you nearly moaned out loud from the pleasure. You bit it back, but continued to move your fingers over it, feeling the pleasure building again as you recalled his body and how good it felt pressed against yours. How he was so close. Touching you. It was his fingers giving you pleasure as he whispered in your ear "That’s it.. I want you.."

Your eyes rolled back and your whole body tensed as you came imagining how his hard cock felt against your hand rubbing it through his jeans, feeling how thick it was. You exhaled as quietly as you could coming back to reality. And then it hit you. You’d just come to the fantasy of a coworker. Adding to that, a much younger coworker. You fell into a restless sleep feeling a mix of shame and frustration, because as wrong as it might have been, it had also felt so right.

~~

A couple of nights later you awoke to the soft sound of guitar strumming. Still a bit fuzzy from sleep you got on some shorts and a T-shirt and climbed out of your bunk to follow the sound. The bus was dark and the rest of the crew were asleep or in their bunks.

You made your way to the front of the bus only to find him sitting with his guitar playing. He was sitting at the small table, one foot propped on the seat opposite, guitar resting against his thigh. His head was bent and his fingers moving with more care than you’d ever seen from him during load-in. He was lost in thought and music and didn’t hear you come in before you sat down across from him.

He looked at you and continued the strumming again singing softly "Do you ever see the light, do you feel alive tonight... do you ever.." He continued humming and playing the verse before coming to the chorus "Fun.. fun.."

"Sounds good.." you said while looking at his focused blue eyes when he’d finished playing. He squinted at you slightly. “Yeah?” "Yeah," you said and held his gaze long enough for the words to sink in.

"Didn’t know you played," you said curiously. He stopped for a bit and looked at you almost shyly. "I’ve played for a few years. I’ve written some songs too. Maybe one day I’ll play them on a stage," he said looking out in the air past you.

"That your dream then?" you asked him quietly. He looked up at you and said "Being a roadie’s amazin’,” he said. “Seein' the world, being close to the action every night.” He glanced out the window at the dark moving by outside. “But I’m not meant to be loading other people’s gear forever. I know I’ve got something. I just need a chance."

"You’ll get it," you said. "Yeah?" he looked you in the eyes. "You played me thirty seconds of an unfinished song and it’s still in my head. So yeah."

"What about you, what’s your dream?" He put the guitar away and grabbed a beer standing on the table and moving one over to you. You took it and had a sip. It instantly relaxed you. "My litlle lad," you said, smiling as you thought of him. "I want to be there when he finds his thing. Doesn’t matter what it is really. I just want him to be happy in what he ends up doing."

"Got any dreams for yourself?" The question caught you a bit off guard. You hadn’t thought about your own dreams in years.

"That’s a bit deep for two beers in.." you smirked. "It’s a simple question.." he leaned back assessing you. You took another sip. "It’s not. But right now I’m happy being back in the game."

"He really did a number on ya didn’t he.." he said looking out of the window again. "Yeah he did. And I let him. For ages." you said in a low voice. Noel held out his beer in a toast. "Good fuckin’ riddance," he proclaimed. "All the bastards out there can get fucked." You felt the corner of your mouth lift. "To dreams," you said holding his gaze. He smiled and clinked his bottle against yours and drank.

You sat in silence for a while looking at each other. You suddenly had a flashback to your hot dream and blushed. "What.." he grinned. "Nothing.." you could feel your ears and cheeks heat up. "Your whole face has gone red." His grin was almost wolfish. “It hasn’t.”

"Oh, but it has. Ears and everything." He leaned forward slightly, positively delighted. "Go on.. tell me."

"You’re alright, Gallagher," you smirked trying to deflect. "Ooh praise.." he grinned, wiggling his thick eyebrows. "And from the assistant tour manager herself.." "Don’t.." you warned. "I’m fuckin’ honoured.. truly, I’m.."

You picked up a sweater laying close by and threw it at him. He caught it before it hit, laughing so that his sparkling blue eyes disappearing in his face. He was adorable and you felt your heart flutter as you laughed too.

"To dreams," he toasted again and smiled at you and for a second you could have sworn you’d seen his eyes dip down to your chest. Shit, you were suddenly very aware that you had forgotten to put your bra back on under your top, but your flutter came back and spread further down as you noticed how his fingers caressed his beer bottle.

Noel was hooked. He couldn’t believe that he was sitting here with her. And she was gorgeous. With her hair loose and with only a thin T-shirt and some sleeping shorts on.. He’d tried not to look but it was impossible not to notice her curves. He silently thanked her for the sweater she’d thrown that was now resting in his lap, as he felt the blood flow to his groin by the look of her bare legs.

He brought the guitar back to its case. "Guess it’s time to go to bed.." he said getting up. You stumbled your way down the narrow corridor to the bunks and was on your way to open the curtains to yours when you felt him coming up behind you.

"That’s mine. Your bunk is over there." he whispered. You turned. You could see him smirking and pointing to another bunk. "So you’re not in complete control then?" You felt your ears heat up. You kept your hand on the curtain of his bunk not wanting to move as you didn’t want him to see how unsteady you were.

Right then the bus came into a sudden bend in the road and you lost your footing and was flung into him.

He caught you and his hands instantly tightened around your waist. You realised that you were entirely too close to him. You were caught off guard by the heat of his lean body and exactly how blue his eyes were up close and you instantly felt like leaning in. You swallowed, just realising your hands had braced against his chest. You could see him searching your face for a second before letting you go, as if to check that you were ok, but there was also interest.

His hands dropped from your waist and he stepped back a bit just to get some space between you. "Careful.. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself." He said in a low voice, raising his hand to touch your arm, but stopping himself halfway. You steadied yourself as best as you could, pulse hammering still. "You know you really shouldn’t be lurking behind people in narrow corridors like that."

"Lurking am I?" he smirked. "You were," you answered. His eyes dropped for a second before returning to meet yours. "That’s still my bunk," he claimed but you could still hear a challenge in his tone. "You could join me if you’d like, I’m good at taking care of people.." He looked at you through his lashes.

"And what people might that be then..?" You asked, stepping in and lightly touching his arm. "People I like.." he said looking at you as if he’d decided that you ought to know. The words made something twist unexpectedly in your chest.

"You know I’m 10 years older than you, we shouldn’t.." you started carefully, trying not to sound dismissive. He was so beautiful and innocent looking and even if he wanted to come off as grown and tough you had seen his sensitive side and now you couldn’t let it go.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest while looking into your eyes with a surprising firmness. "You don’t get to overthink this. I’m old enough and I want this. Don’t use my age to let yourself off the hook. That’s not fair on either of us and you know it.” His gaze held yours, completely serious now. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to would I.."

Ten years suddenly felt very abstract.

"No," you said quietly. "I guess you wouldn’t."

You were about to pull back a bit when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer while cupping your jaw with his other hand. He dipped his head and gently brushed his lips against yours. You let out a surprised sound and you felt him tightening his grip around you as he deepened the kiss.

You leaned into him. He felt so good against you. You fit perfectly into his arms and he held you so tightly you could feel your chest tighten from the pure feeling of connection. It had been so long. You let your fingers run through his soft hair and tug at bit at the nape of his neck. He let out a soft moan into your mouth.

"We’ll get caught out here.." he whispered while trailing his lips just below your ear. You barely heard his words. You were focused on the warm press of his mouth against your skin and trying to remember how to think.

"Wanna go into my bunk..?" You knew how easily sound travelled in the sleeping compartment of the bus, but his bunk was a bit sheltered as there were no one in the ones close by. You recalled hearing him snoring on earlier nights and figured that it may be the reason why.

"Are you sure?" you whispered. He took your hand and slid it to the now very noticeable bulge in his joggers. "What do you think.." he grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

You both got into the bunk. It was tight with the small space, but as long as he held you close there was more than enough room to move. It was like the space had been designed for this. For being there with him. Close and snug and intimate.

You were laying on your side looking at him. "Hi.." he whispered. "Hi.." you whispered back, giggling quietly. "You alright?" he smiled. "Yeah.." you whispered and leaned in to kiss him. His hand came up to your face and cupped your jaw as he deepened the kiss and shifted his thigh between yours.

His hand went from your jaw down to your waist. He slid it to your arse where he squeezed and pulled you against his thigh so it pressed against your heat. You let out a little gasp from the pressure and he pulled back.

"I’m gonna need you to stay quiet for me, yeah?" He whispered. You bit your lip in response to the command in his voice. You’d spent years internally flinching at being told what to do, but with him it was different. You trusted that he wanted to please you.

He continued slowly but firmly pulling your heat to his thigh and you could feel the heat pooling as your hips started moving and grinding against it.

His hand moved to your tits and you could hear him groan as he cupped one through your T-shirt. "Quiet, remember?" You snickered. He kissed you in response, so deep and firm that it almost took your breath away. Your hand moved to the nape of his neck where you threaded your fingers through his soft hair. "Been wanting to do this," you whispered as you grabbed a fistful and tugged a bit. "Fuck.." he groaned low in your ear "I want you.."

"Can I.." he’d moved his hand to the waistband of your shorts. "Yeah.." you whispered as you nodded, you couldn’t wait for his touch. He slid his hand down to your heat and let a finger inside. "You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you.." he whispered low in you ear. "I had a dream about you.." you panted as he started rubbing your clit and dipping his finger inside occasionally gathering slick. "You did?" he grinned. "Isn’t that against the rules?" "Shut it," you blushed.

He lifted his hand to your mouth and brushed his slick finger to your lips. "Taste.." you did as he asked and let his calloused finger in between your lips. You couldn’t help yourself and sucked it into your mouth letting your tongue trace the pad of his fingertip. You saw his eyes focusing on your hollowed cheeks. He pulled it out and slid it back into your knickers.

"Was this in your dream?" He had his thumb pressing steady on your clit as he pushed two fingers inside you. "Yeah," you gasped from the stretch. He held his fingers there. "What happened next?" he whispered in your ear. "You moved your fingers.. " you whispered. "Now, do you want me to do that?" he asked infuriatingly smug. "Yeah," you panted. He slowly started to move his fingers in and out of your entrance, curling them as he went.

The pleasure had you grinding against his hand. "Who’s in control now then.." he whispered. "You are.." you gasped as he pressed deeper into you.

"Touch me," he whispered in your ear. You couldn’t wait and cupped his hard cock with your hand, squeezing it a bit to familiarise yourself with the feel of him. He groaned and fucked his fingers harder into you. You bit back a gasp. "Please.. take it out.. need to feel ya.." he moaned quietly. You obliged and freed him from his joggers and boxers.

You wrapped your hand around him and did a few strokes. "Fuck that feels so good.. keep going.." he whispered and gasped. You lay on your sides facing each other for a while, him pumping his fingers into you and you stroking him in the same pace. You both got lost in the sensation and rhythm of it as your hips moved chasing the pleasure.

Every time he stretched deep, curled his fingers and hit that spot inside and your hand curled over the tip of his cock you felt synced. It was like you were one. You leaned in to kiss him and he responded immediately. You could feel him twitch in your hand as your tongues slid against each other, and he moaned into your mouth.

You opened your eyes a bit and found that his were fixed on you. They were raw and dark with want. "Eyes on me," he whispered. "I want to see you fall apart on me fingers.. can you do that..?" You shuddered from his words, you were so close. He looked wrecked and focused all at once, like nothing existed outside this bunk and the way your bodies moved together.

His thumb found your clit again and after a few tight strokes you shattered. It took all the strength you had not to moan out loud. Your eyes rolled back as your walls clenched hard around his fingers. He continued driving his fingers in you as the pleasure surged through you. "That’s it.." he gasped as his body locked tight and he shot thick ropes of come over your T-shirt.

As you both came down your hands stayed where they were with slow and soft strokes. He leaned in and kissed you. "You’re amazing.." he murmured softly. "Sorry about your T-shirt.." He took his off. "Here, have mine.."

You took yours off and wiped your skin dry. You could see something in him click and before you managed to put his T-shirt on he pulled you close to his chest. "Let’s just stay like this for a while, yeah?" His fingers caressed your bare back and you let yours play with his chest hair.

"Didn’t peg you as a guy who likes to cuddle after, Gallagher?" you grinned. He pulled you closer. "Shut it," he whispered in a little embarrassed smirk. "I told you I was good at taking care of people I like.." You giggled. "Boastful much.. So this means that you like me?" You lifted your head, looked at him and and grinned. "Shut it.." he warned again as he pulled you back down to his chest.

As you snuck back to your bunk a bit later it struck you that you were in trouble. You liked him too. This cocky yet sensitive guy with his bossiness and his embarrassed smirk and his hand pulling you back down to him when you were about to leave. You liked him a lot. You didn’t really know why he’d gone after you in the first place but you didn’t want to question it.

~~

The next week was a blur of work. You saw him often, but never alone. It was frustrating to stay away when all you really wanted to do was to be with him. And from what you could see from the way he looked at you he felt the same. So you made do with little looks and secret touches and kisses here and there. More frustrating than satisfying if you were being honest. You just wanted more time with him. The tour manager had talked about there being a change of plans and a hotel stay at the end of the tour so you thought maybe there was a way after all.

One night you were in one of the dressing rooms sorting an issue with the rider when the band was on stage. Suddenly you heard the door lock click behind you. You turned and there he was. His eyes were dark with want, he’d obviously been thinking about this. He pinned you to the wall without saying a word, just his lips on yours with a feral intensity that made you clench and gasp instantly. "I need to touch you" he breathed in your ear while shoving up your skirt in one swift motion.

His hand found your mound and he groaned as he pushed his fingers inside. "You’re soaked.." he groaned in your ear. You bit back a moan as he started curling his fingers just right. "Is it ok if I.. I wanna taste ya.." He sank to his knees and pulled your knickers down, hooked your leg over his shoulder. His hands gripped around your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he leaned in.

The first touch of his tongue was a slow, flat drag from your entrance to your clit. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle a sharp inhale. His tongue plunged deep and his nose ground at your clit. Then his lips sealed around it and he sucked down, flicking the tip of his tongue over it until you moaned out loud. Your hands went to his hair as your hips rocked against his face. You couldn’t help yourself, it was too good.

Your orgasm hit fast and brutal, you were so desperate after days of wanting him. You sagged over him and he held you up through it. When the waves subsided he stood up and kissed you slowly. He leaned back and grinned "I’ve gotta go, but come find me at the hotel tomorrow? Could finish what we started.." Then he turned and left.

You were left stunned and a bit disoriented. He’d just given you one of the best orals you’d ever had without asking for anything in return. You didn’t think you had that happening ever. It was always a transactional thing with other guys, but Noel had treated it like it was sacred, like your body needed worship and he was indeed kneeling at the altar. You were absolutely going to find him.

~~

It was the second to last day of the tour and you were staying in a hotel overnight. It was great to finally get away from the bus. And there was the added bonus of getting to be with Noel again. He’d told you the room number in passing earlier in the day and now you were outside his door.

He opened the door in his boxers. "That eager, are we?" He said with a teasing grin as he leaned against the door frame.

You blushed. "You said to come find you, so I did." He stepped aside letting you in. The room was neater than you’d expected. Didn’t scream twenty something roadie at all. You heard the door lock click behind you.

When you turned around he was already close, his hands on your hips. "I’ve waited for this," he whispered wrapping his arms around you and kissing you. You melted into him. He was so warm and his body felt so good against yours. It felt like something slotting into place. You ended up just standing in an embrace for a while, your fingers in his hair and his hands stroking your back.

He put his hands under your top and loosened your bra. "I need to feel ya.." he said while removing your top and embracing you again. No other man had made you feel anything like this. Not this easy, not this natural and never with this sense of him wanting to be there with you.

You kissed him again, and you could feel that buzzy feeling of want blooming in your belly. He kneeled in front of you and removed your skirt and knickers, leaving you bare in front of him. He kissed his way back up your thighs and your belly. "You’re so soft.." he murmured as he caressed your little belly pooch and cupped your tits with his hands. "And these.. are perfect.." he said as he stroked your nipples with his thumbs. Your knees wobbled as it felt so good. "You’re sensitive there.." he smirked and leaned in to lock his lips around your nipple and flick his tongue gently over it. You gasped at the pleasure.

You stepped away from him and sat down on the bed. "Aren’t you gonna remove your boxers?" You asked and looked at him. "Again with the eagerness.." he smirked. He pulled them down and you couldn’t help but stare. His lean body was so beautiful in the soft light of the bedside lamp, his pale and smooth skin, the defined shoulders, his strong jaw and the scattered dark hair on his chest. He seemed so unaware of the effect he had on you in that particular moment.

"You like what you see..?" he smirked, but you could detect the hint of both insecurity and want in his voice. "Yeah, you’re gorgeous.." it slipped out of you. He looked away for a second, obviously unable to handle the compliment. "Come here," you said holding your hand out.

He came over to you the bed and cupped your jaw "You’re the gorgeous one," he whispered looking down at you. He stood between your knees, and you leaned in to lick the tip of his cock.

As you closed your lips around the head he shuddered "You don’t have to..", voice rough with restraint. You looked up at him. "I want to pay you back for the one you gave me," you said teasingly. "That’s not why I did it.." he said. "Just let me make you feel good, Noel," you whispered, and closed your lips around him again while tracing the sensitive underside with your tongue.

You grabbed the back of his thigh, slid your hand up to cup his arse cheek and pulled him into your mouth. He hissed and moaned from pleasure.

Noel was in heaven. Her mouth was heaven. Honestly he couldn’t remember any bird being this good at sucking him off. She was perfect. Made for him. He had to concentrate not to come too quickly, he wanted this to last. If he was to die here he’d die happy. With her lips around his cock. Fully content.

You’d always loved sucking cock. It was an act that you could control and it made you feel powerful when the guy fell apart from your treatment. This was no different. Noel’s little moans were your guides, you adapted to his need. His hands were in your hair caressing and stroking. You felt the heat pool in your belly and you started grinding on the mattress.

And he noticed. "Are you getting needy..?" he asked in a strained voice. "Yeah.." You blushed looking up at him. "Your mouth is amazin'," he murmured.

"I’m not sure I can take much more.. I need you inside.." You lay back and he settled on top of you. The weight of him was so comforting. As his thigh pressed against your heat the pleasure was immediate. Your breath caught in your throat. "You alright?"He murmured against your throat. "Yeah, more than.. I need you.." You were so ready for him.

"You sure?" he asked and looked at you. "Very," you smiled into his mouth. He lined himself up and pushed in in one devastating stroke. You moaned out loud. The stretch had you almost coming there and then.

"Put your legs up and back," he murmured. You pulled your knees back against your chest. He healed in between them. The shift of position had him hit that spot perfectly and you nearly screamed from how good it was.

He continued pounding into you, his cock hitting that spot time after time and when you finally came you cried out as your whole body shook from the intense pleasure. You clamped down around him and he shuddered and came soon after. He collapsed on top of you body shaking. As you returned to him, you were all beat. "That was insane.." you breathed. "That bad, eh.." he panted in your ear. "The worst.." you giggled. "Fuck.. that felt good.." he groaned. "What?" you asked. "The giggle.. you squeezed me.." He leaned back to look at you. "So sensitive.." you teased. "Shut it.." he warned.

You stayed like that just talking for a while. He felt so good softening in you. When he pulled out you you whimpered at the loss. "Want more?" he grinned. "Maybe.." you smirked. "I’ll have to clean you up first.." he got up and got a towel from the bathroom wet it and came back to make good of his promise. You stayed in his bed the rest of the night. When sleep finally took you you were all beat and fully contented.

When you woke up wrapped around him the next morning you could feel him staring at you. "Morning sleepy head," he murmured and pulled you closer. "Morning.." you croaked. "Last day today.." he said, looking out of the window.

"You ok?" you asked. "Yeah.. I’m just thinking about how good this is," he said absentmindedly. "Yeah.." you felt you had to say something, not sure if you’d get this chance again with him. "It’s been so good.. but you know this is where this ends don’t you.."

He didn’t answer. Didn’t move. "Listen Noel.. I’m not wanting to hold you back in any way. You’re going places. I heard your song.. You know it’s good. You gotta keep your eyes on your dream. I don’t want to get in the way of that."

"I’m not asking you to.." he said quietly.

You put your hand on his chest to steady him. "I know. I’m just saying this out loud so we both know that it’s ok. And you’re a good bloke, Noel. Thank you for showing me that."

You could hear him swallow knowing that he was processing. "I guess you did tell me on the day we met that you weren’t my bird.." he said and you knew that he wouldn’t finish that thought, so you did what you needed to do to save him. You trailed your hand down to his cock and cupped it. "Maybe it’s time for this one to wake up.." you said teasingly.

He groaned "You never stop do you.." "Not when it comes to this amazing cock I don’t.." You felt him stir against your palm and kept palming him until he was hardening properly. "I think he needs a little kiss good morning.." You made to shift down the bed, but Noel caught you instantly and kept you there, pulling you on top of him instead. "I want you like this.. Wanna see ya.." he said.

You looked down at him. His hair all messy. The blue eyes dark with want and completely focused on you. He just wanted to feel you.

So you guided him in and felt him surrender to you one last time.

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Munch

Masterlist

AN: SOTSOG era Noel.. You wreck me. Completely. The hair, the angst, the everything

Pairing: 1999/2000 Noel x fem!reader

Warnings: (18+) Don’t read if you’re not into oral (f. receiving). Tiny amounts of angst but mostly just smut within established relationship

Special thanks to: Hyperfocus for making me productive af these past few days. @blogbustersii for the idea. And everyone who cheer me on. Thank youuu

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so apologies for spelling mistakes or bad punctuation

Noel loved going down on you. He loved everything about it. The taste, the feel of your folds against his tongue and lips and how you reacted. Just the thought of it made him instantly hard.

And he thought about it a lot. When you couldn’t join him on tour he’d be aching for that soft sensation of you spread out on his tongue.

He’d feel you twitch and moan when he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked his tongue against it. How you’d start jutting your hips against his lips chasing the pleasure.

It had been two weeks since he’d left and he couldn’t wait for you to walk into his hotel room. It had been too long. He was frazzled from the lack of drugs and the anxiety had been gnawing at him all the time lately. He felt tired and he needed you. He was sitting on the bed waiting impatiently. He’d told the front desk staff to just send you up when you arrived.

The door lock clicked and there you were. He walked over, wrapped his arms around you and buried his nose in your neck sniffing in the scent of you. The mix of your perfume and your shampoo and the heat of your skin always made him feel calm. You grinned "Let me guess.. you missed me?" You pulled back to look at him and he looked down saying in a low voice "You know I did".

"What did you miss, then?" You were fishing shamelessly. He just looked at you with his impossibly blue eyes and you could feel the ache and desperation in him even if he didn’t want to let it show. "Please.." his voice almost cracked.

You stepped closer and took his hand. You led it under your skirt, dragging it up the inside of your thighs to your folds. You laid it flat against your mound and he instantly cupped it. You leaned in and whispered in his ear "Well, what are you waiting for.."

He pulled down your knickers before cupping your folds again, letting a finger inside and he instantly groaned. "You let it grow.." he said in a thick and low voice. "Yeah, you’ll need to help me with that.." you whispered.

His forehead came down to your shoulder as he let out a long breath. He let his finger gently work your slick to your clit and glided over it with the pad of his finger. You instantly closed your eyes and gasped from pleasure.

You stood like that for a while just holding each other while he gently rubbed his finger through your folds and your fingers threaded through the longer hair at the nape of your neck. "So fuckin' good to have you here", he exhaled. You felt his shoulders dropping as he relaxed.

"I could use a shower.." you whispered, knowing that he liked to have you clean. You found your toiletries bag and led him to the bathroom, and turning the shower on. Heid eyes were glued to you as he knew what was to happen. He gently undressed you and himself. His cock was flushed, painfully hard and already leaking, but you knew that his focus was on you now so you let it be even if you longed to have it in your mouth.

There was an anticipation in his body and eyes that made you ache. You found your shower gel, the mesh loofah, the razor and shaving cream before stepping into the steaming shower. He joined you and you stood under the warm stream of water together just holding each other for a bit before he took the loofah and shower gel.

He added a dollop to the loofah and scrunched it a bit in his hands before crouching. He stroked over your mound a bit with his hand as if to prepare both it and him for what was to come.

He scrubbed very gently with the loofah and you moaned when it grazed your clit. The sensation was rougher than his slick finger earlier, but it sent delicious sparks up your belly when you adjusted your stance to make it hit more directly.

Then he brought the shaving cream. You could see the concentration and focus in his face when he carefully spread it over your mound and the area where you let the hair grow. He closed his eyes for a bit while smoothing his fingers over your skin in the soft shaving cream. The look in his beautiful face was almost trance like.

When he brought in the razor he was all focus again. He let it glide over your skin followed by his fingers to feel the softness. He nudged your legs apart to have better access. Your knees nearly buckled from the sensation of the razor and his fingers gliding softly over your sensitive skin, and you had to hold on to him not to lose your balance. "Easy.. I’ve got you.." he said soothingly.

He rose and grabbed the shower head before crouching down again and directing it to the inside of your knee. The pressure from the warm stream of water made you shudder and gasp as he brought it higher up the inside of your thigh.

When it reached your folds you immediately gasped from the pleasure. He brought up his fingers to make sure that all the shaving cream was washed away. You almost sagged into the wall when he directed the warm shower stream directly to your clit. When he added two fingers to your entrance and pushed them in you moaned aloud from the stretch.

You were so ready for him that it only took a few moments of him pushing, pulling and dragging over your sweet spot before you collapsed in pleasure. You cried out as the orgasm surged through you. You held onto him as he worked you through it.

He rose and let you lean on him for a while as the warm water encapsulated you again. "I’ve missed you so much.." he whispered in your ear as you let your fingers run up and down his spine. "I don’t like being apart from you either," you answered. He exhaled into your cheek and you could feel some of the pressure inside him releasing.

He led you out of the shower and started drying you off with a hotel towel. When he reached your lower body he couldn’t keep his eyes from your folds. "Do you have the oil?" You knew that this was his favourite part of the process. Yours too.

You gave him the little bottle and sat down on a tiled ledge. He spread some oil over his fingers and started spreading it over your now hairless mound. They glided so easily over the smooth skin and you could see in his face that he ached to lean in.

He always did this. Denying himself the pleasure so it would be even greater after. But you could see that the anticipation was undoing him. His fingers massaged the oil into your skin and you could feel the pressure in your belly build again as he kept grazing your clit with his thick fingers.

"Noel, I need to dry off before we continue.." you said breathlessly. He helped you and eventually led you into the bedroom again.

"You know how I want you," he said and you laid down on the bed with your legs apart. His eyes were dark with want now and you could see that he was gearing up to something he’d been missing since he left you.

He laid down on the bed his head coming in sideways to your folds and just his glazed over look made your whole body spark up in anticipation.

He leaned in and kissed your folds like he would your lips. Open, sloppy and wet kisses. You felt his tongue gliding over your clit and you were gone. The low and broken sound he made was too much. Your chest tightened and tears pressed in your eyes. You knew that he had needed this so much lately and it felt so good to be able to finally give it to him.

You let your hand drift to the damp hair at the nape of his neck and threaded your fingers through it and pulled slightly. He groaned and it went straight to the pooling heat in your belly.

He closed his mouth over your outer lips one by one and sucked them into his mouth. You had never encountered any man who had taken the time or the effort to do this before. Most guys just went straight for the clit. But Noel craved all of it. He knew that all the little parts made a whole and that every little millimeter needed to be pampered and given attention.

And he lit a fire in you. A slow burning one fuled by his perfect slow and lazy movements. They seemed to soothe him. You knew that he liked to take his time with this and that he wasn’t going to miss out on any details now that you were finally here.

He kept sucking on the outer lips and using his tongue to lick between them. When his tongue was running up and down the length of your clit, you could feel it getting more sensitive. "Noel.. please.. it feels so good.." you moaned.

You could feel him smiling into your folds "You’re hard," he grinned. "Mission accomplished.." you laughed breathlessly.

"Is it fuck.." he said in a low voice and sucked your clit into his mouth. You moaned out loud by the pressure and was brought to the edge as he kept sucking and flicking his tongue over it.

He leaned back a bit to look at you. You were a mess. Your folds were slick and red and swollen from his treatment and your face and chest was all flushed from being on the edge for what felt like an eternity.

He was flushed too, lips all plump and luscious and his eyes dark with desire and fixed on you. "You’re so gorgeous like this.." he said, his voice cracking a bit. "I’ve been a bit lost out here, truth be told.. Just needed ya.." Your heart twinged as his words reached in. He’d been under so much pressure. "I’m here.." you whispered.

He changed his position and settled between your legs, leaving your hips free. He leaned in and licked firmly with his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit a few times before he closed his lips around it and sucked down hard. You almost screamed, it was so good.

"Please Noel, I need your nose.." he grinned and repositioned himself so that his nose pressed on your clit as he stared to fuck your entrance with his tongue. He ground his nose against your clit and you instantly started rolling your hips with his movements chasing the pleasure. "Fuck.." you moaned.. "That feels amazing.."

You could feel the bed moving as he started to grind his hips into the sheets chasing some pleasure of his own. He groaned into your folds. It was all too much and you gasped "Noel please.. I’m so close.. I can’t take any more.."

In one swift move he crawled up over you and slammed into you. You were already so wet that he pushed in with one devastating push of his hips. He pulled all the way out and slammed into your cunt again and again, picking up the pace, nailing you to the bed.

You’d been waiting for him to snap and now that he had you were a babbling mess as he pounded into you with his full weight. You were catapulted over the enge by a few last devastatingly fast thrusts. You clenched around him hard, your whole body shaking and he fucked you through it before he came, spilling into you hard and loud.

He collapsed into you and lay in your arms panting for a long while before pulling back a bit to look at you. His hair framed his face in such a beautiful way and your chest tightened. "I’m glad you arranged for me to come out," you said, trying to hold back on the emotion as you knew he didn’t like to talk about his feelings. "I missed your mouth on me.. munch.." you grinned.

"What did you just call me?" he playfully held you down as he feigned shock. "Nothing, I just know you like to.. eat.. and I appreciate your hunger.." you laughed.

"Fair enough," he replied with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I’ll have the next few courses in a sec, I just need to catch my breath first," he smirked.

He rolled over on his back and you curled up by his side when he let out a heavy sigh. "What was that?" you asked. "Nothing, I’m just glad you’re here," he said and pulled you closer.

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I want them

Masterlist

AN: It started with a headcanon about Liam’s chunky hands and fingers but turned into a fic. What can you do. I mean cock is nice, but have you ever seen those fingers of his?

Pairing: Dilf Liam (dom if you squint) x f!reader

Warnings: (18+) Don’t read if you’re not into the use of fingers. And mutual masturbation

Special thanks to: @blogbustersii for setting my thoughts alight with a picture of his hand rubbing his leg, and to insomnia for helping me finish this in record time

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so sorry for spelling mistakes and bad punctuation

You always got distracted from how Liam did everyday things. Just mundane stuff like holding his toothbrush. Putting Buttons’s collar on. Tying his shoelaces. Holding his cigarette.

He’d sometimes catch you staring at him while doing stuff, and he’d always be smirking at you when you didn’t realise you were staring. "That kind of day, is it?" He knew you. Knew about your little kink.

It was all because of his hands. You’d always had a thing for men’s hands but Liam’s were something else. You’d never seen hands like his. They were ridiculously broad and sturdy. Proper strong. With thick and chunky fingers. And they were always warm too. Whenever he laid his hands on you you’d be instantly soothed. He had this way of touching you that just immediately opened your heart and calmed you down.

But they also wound you up. The sight of them, the feel of them and the knowledge of what they were capable of. How just one little touch could send you over the edge.

And he’d fully use it to his advantage too. When he knew you were watching, he’d flaunt them by carelessly rubbing his neck a little too long, flex them and dig into his skin a bit, or worse, run them over his luscious lips for a bit making it seem like it was absentminded, but you knew that he was winding you up. And it worked. Every fucking time.

You tried to hide pressing your legs together or discretely biting your lip, but he just looked at you as if going "is that all it takes..?" ..And it actually was all it took. You were so easy when it came to him and his hands. All he had to do was beckon you over and you’d be all out of sorts.

~~

You’d already had a long shower and was applying body lotion to your legs when he came in. His favourite scenario: you naked in front of the mirror. He stood in the doorway taking you in for a moment. You could see him looking at you with that focused look in his eyes and you knew exactly what came next. You could already feel the heat starting to pool in your belly.

He grinned and rubbed his cheek as he casually walked over, coming up behind you. He wrapped his arms around you, cupped his hands over your tits and let out a low groan. "Fuck, you look so good all soft and naked for me.." He splayed his hands and kept squeezing the soft flesh while looking at you in the mirror. "It’s like they were made for my ‘ands.. they fit fuckin’ perfectly.."

He pulled away your hair from your neck and started kissing the smooth skin there while his fingers were trailing between your nipples, giving them each a little pinch. You let out a little gasp and he pinched again. You couldn’t take your eyes off his fingers. He immediately noticed your focus and started working his way down your stomach to your heat.

He glided his middle finger between your folds. You let out a moan as the pad of his fingertip passed over your clit as it felt deliciously rough against it. He went further down to your entrance and cursed under his breath. "Already fuckin’ drippin’ f’me," he groaned in your ear, while lazily spreading the slick up to your clit.

You were already too far gone just from watching what his hands were doing, and your knees almost buckled when he started rubbing your slick clit. He immediately grabbed your waist. "Easy.. I just wanna feel ya.. I know you’ve been waitin’ all day f’this.. don’t worry.. I’ll make it last.."

He moved his hand down to your entrance and gathered some slick then lifted his fingers to your lips while continuing to rub your clit with the other hand. "Open up for me," he said in a low voice. You did and you could feel the tangy taste of you own slick on your tongue. "I want ya to suck me fingers clean.. and I want ya to watch y’self doin’ it.."

He stopped his movements for a second as he knew that it was a lot for you to take in. Just his words and the visual of having his fingers between your folds and between your lips at the same time made you almost come right there on the spot.

You started licking his fingers and closing your lips around them while moaning aloud from the sensation and image of it. As he started rubbing your slick clit in lazy circles you nearly blacked out from the pleasure.

The look of those slick and chunky fingers in your mouth.. You were filled with a sudden intense desire and you started sucking them like you would his cock. You couldn’t help it. Using your tongue and hollowing your cheeks you sucked his thick fingers into your mouth, and you were right there on the edge.

He rasped in your ear "You’re doin’ so well f’me.. I’m fuckin’ rock hard just from watching’ you gettin’ off on me fingers.. I know you’re so close and you wanna come, but we’re not done yet."

He pulled back from both places and you whimpered at the loss of his touch. He led you to the bed and told you to get on your hands and knees with your feet hanging off the edge.

He moved the mirror to the side of the bed so you could see as he came up behind you and pressed his hips against your arse. You could feel his hard cock through his jeans pressing against your bare cheeks. He grabbed your hips and started grinding against you while his grip on your hips tightened. You gasped at the look of his strong hands handling you like that.

He stepped back a bit while stroking your arse, splaying his hands and gripping into the flesh. You could see the red marks from his fingers when he changed his grip. You gasped from the sensation and jutted your hips toward him and spread your legs so your back arched and your cheeks parted a bit more.

He groaned "This arse is driving me mental.. So round and fuckin’ perfect.." He squeezed with both hands and you could see that his eyes were dark with desire as you knew that you with your arse up was one of his biggest turn-ons.

He dragged his fingers down the centre and you gasped when his fingers grazed your back entrance. He stayed there a bit just circling and pressing, gathered some slick from your front and kept working the tight hole with his finger.

His other hand moved on to your front entrance and dipped his middle finger inside. When he added a second finger and started dragging and curling against your sweet spot at the same time, you were gone.

The perfect stretch of his thick fingers had you babbling and moaning. It was like a current had struck up between the two points and the whole nether part of your body was molten. It was too good. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head dipped to the mattress as the tension was too much.

Just as you were almost unable to take any more, he stopped and had you turn over on your back so you could see him. He stood by the edge of the bed flushed and beautiful. You looked up at him and you could see his jaw clench and twitch as it always did when he was worked up. "I want you to touch y’self while watching’ me.."

He silently removed his clothes item by item. You felt the tension in your belly grow again watching his hands work and you couldn’t hold your fingers away any longer. You glided your them through your slick folds and moaned from the dual sensation of being so wet and turned on and watching his gorgeously chunky hands removing his boxers and wrapping around his flushed cock.

He groaned as he watched you work your slick clit and you moaned at the sight of his hand tightening and stroking his cock slowly. "Fuck, you make me so hard.. Go on.. I wanna see ya come for me.." he groaned and started picking up his pace to match yours.

It didn’t take long for you to get back to the edge, and you were already panting with your eyes glued to his moving hand when you could see his rhythm slow down. He reached his other hand forward and rasped "I wanna feel ya.." as he inserted two fingers into your slick entrance and drove them in and out a few times. "I’m so fuckin’ close.. " he moaned as he pulled them out and brought them to your mouth. "Open up," he commanded breathlessly.

The sensation of his fingers in your mouth and the visual of him pumping his cock with his hand tipped you over the edge and the orgasm surged through you like a massive wave crashing in. You gasped and moaned with no holding back of any kind. He followed and groaned loudly while thick ropes of his come covered your tits and stomach.

He landed next to you on the bed and you were both out of breath. After a while your pulse quieted and you grinned "That was.. fuck.. it was so hot.. I can’t.."

You lay back and closed your eyes for a bit.

"Yeah.. fuckin’ biblical.." you heard him say after a while. His fingers were absentmindedly gliding through the come on your chest. "This feels fuckin’ gorgeous.. so slick and smooth.."

You opened your eyes and looked at him. He looked like he’d just discovered a new theme park on your body. You couldn’t help but giggle, but as soon as you caught glimpse of his hand moving to flex and close over your nipple, you felt the heat starting to pool again. Your giggle caught in your throat as you gasped and breathed "Shower?"

[aka-nglgfics]

Dylan girl

Masterlist

AN: I was supposed to write a single scene from Noel’s studio, but then it kinda evolved to this longer slow burn rom-com thing with every trope under the sun. Anyway, I need a tour of his studio. That sofa looks so comfy and his lap even more so

Pairing: ‘Council Skies’ era Noel x younger f!reader

Warning: (18+) Don’t read if you’re not into age gap, nerdy fem!reader, nipple play, oral (m.receiving)

Special thanks: @blogbustersii, @highflyingcami and @strwbryluver for cheering me on and for inspiring me to go for more smut

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so apologies for bad spelling or punctuation

You were hiding by the flat owners record collection sifting through their vinyl when Charlotte came over with this guy you instantly recognised. ”You have to meet her, Noel. She’s almost as big a music lover as you are.”

You could see him looking you up and down amusedly. ”Is that so? Anything good in Tom and Charlotte’s record collection then?”

You’d always been a bit of a music nerd, listening to all kinds of music and reading about the bands and albums. You literally spent hours watching documentaries and live recordings just to soak up the different versions and to gain new knowledge to shed more light on the artists and their creative processes. It genuinely made your heart sing.

Your passion wasn’t always well-received by the world though. Being a female music fan was obviously some kind of flaw or a red flag. Especially if you let your enthusiasm show as more than going to a gig or two or having a Spotify list of favourites. You were used to guys excusing themselves and trailing off quietly whenever you got too animated in conversation about the music you loved.

To hide your panic about being spoken to by a true music legend you grabbed the first vinyl you could get your hands on, which was "Blood on the tracks” by Bob Dylan. Your dads favourite album and the one that had gotten you through a few break ups and ghostings.

”I love this one. Did you know that nearly half the album was re-recorded just weeks before its release?“

You inwardly groaned as it slipped out. You’d done it again. You’d obviously wanted to come off as cool in front of him, but that was just impossible when your brain and mouth plotted against you to sabotage any kind of normal conversation. Info dumping well known trivia to a rock star legend who was famously a Dylan fan? And about one of the worlds best known divorce albums? To a man who’d just come out of a messy divorce? Great fucking work there, brain.

You could see him being a bit taken aback by your opening lines and you expected him to quickly escape to find a drink somewhere. Instead he stayed as Charlotte left.

He stepped closer and chuckled as he said "I actually did know that. But did you know that it was originally supposed to be recorded with an electric backing band?"

You looked at him in a moments disbelief. Why was he still there? Didn’t he just hear you make a complete fool of yourself? Weirdly he wasn’t only there, he was actually engaging in conversation with you.

But then more slipped out before you could stop it: "Didn’t he scrap that approach as he didn’t like the feel of the New York sessions?"

You could see his eyes glimmering and a smile forming. "He did yeah, he preferred the Minneapolis sessions as he realised that he wanted something more stripped back to suit the theme of the album.."

You suddenly noticed that he had stepped closer. You looked into his impossibly blue eyes and marvelled at the cute wrinkles by his eyes as he smiled back. The party blurred into the background. What the fuck was happening.

"Why are you still.. talking to me?" You blurted out. Obviously your filter was gone.

"What do you mean?" He chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. "Shouldn’t I be? Not enough people open with Dylan trivia at parties these days. Unless they’re 50 year old fuckin’ blokes. They do that a lot. But you’re not a bloke."

"So you’re not trying to escape then?“ you asked carefully. "Listen, if I wanted to escape I wouldn’t be standing here, would I.." he grinned. You felt your stomach flutter.

He didn’t want to escape at all. The concept of leaving a beautiful younger woman who knew music and who let him waffle on about the bands that he loved? No way.

The evening went by and you were really enjoying your time with Noel. You were surprised at how normal he was. He seemed genuinely interested in your take on the various albums he picked out while you were sifting through the record collection together.

As you passed him to find the copy of The Cure’s "Kiss me kiss me kiss me" you’d seen earlier, you suddenly lost your balance and grabbed onto him to not tumble to the floor. He immediately reached out and secured your footing. With his hand on your back and his face dangerously close to yours you could feel your heart thudding in your chest. His eyes darted to your lips before going back to your eyes and you immediately thought about what it would feel like to just close that gap and kiss him. And he smelled amazing too. Fuck. He had you. Damn it.

~~

Noel was intrigued. More so than he’d been in years. He’d thought that he had birds figured out. Either they were after his money or they just wanted what they thought he was like. The rockstar part. Not the Noel part. And he was bored with it.

So when she had turned up out of nowhere at that party he was instantly drawn in. There was something about her. Something he couldn’t put his finger on. Of course she was absolutely stunning, but he also felt that he could talk to her about things that he was interested in and she would lean in, not just feign interest and wait until he was finished talking. He didn’t have to tone down for her.

Also.. there was that moment where he’d almost kissed her. It replayed in his mind over and over. Her full rosy lips and the way she had looked at him.. Like she wanted.. him. His stomach fluttered just thinking about it. He fancied her. Oh no. Not this.

~~

You had his number now. Right there in your contacts. The most absurd concept. The number of a rockstar. But also the number of this really interesting guy who didn’t instantly drift away when you had shown your true self. He’d stayed. And leaned in close. While debating Dylan sessions. Noel fucking Gallagher. From Oasis. Now in your contact list. What the actual fuck.

You were sitting in a cafe near King’s Cross staring at the screen and pondering what to do. You decided to text him, and started writing something, then deleting it. You were deep in thought when out of nowhere a guy knocked into you so your phone slid in your hand. When you grabbed it to keep it from falling, your finger touched the wrong button and suddenly you were staring at the words "Calling NG".. Oh no. No no no no.

He picked up almost immediately. "Hello, who’s this?" Oh great. He hadn’t saved your number.

"Hi.. its me.. the.. woman from the party last weekend.. You put your number in my phone.. I was gonna text you but then I.. called instead. So.. Hi."

You pressed your palm to your forehead and groaned inwardly as you heard how cringe you sounded. How did he have this effect on you. You were a grown woman. University degree. You had a well paying job. You could talk about anything. Eloquently. And yet he had you turning into this mumbling idiot.

You could hear some steps and a door opening and shutting. He was quiet for a second before letting out a low chuckle. "Dylan girl. I was wondering when you’d be in touch."

A part of you tried to play this very cool but it didn’t work. At all. Your heart was beating like crazy.

"So what are you up to now?" You told yourself to stay cool.

"I’m just working in my studio at the Tileyard". You’d never seen a real recording studio before and before you could stop yourself you got excited and it kind of slipped out "Can I see it?"

Fuck! You started pedalling..

"I mean not right now necessarily, I just..you said you were there and that just sort of came out and.. I’m at Kings Cross so it’s close by and..”

“Sure,” he chuckled. “Yeah?” you asked to give him one last chance at an out.

“Yeah why not, come by. I’ll text you the details.”

~~

Noel hung up. He tried to act cool as he rejoined Callum. "We’re done soon, yeah? Let’s just continue tomorrow." Callum nodded and looked at him while trying to figure out what was going on, but Noel’s face was unreadable. "You ok? You seemed a bit off earlier." Callum remarked on his way out. "Yeah I had a rough morning, but it’s all good now. See you tomorrow."

With Callum out of the way, Noel quickly tidied the studio. He was nervous. For the first time in a long time he didn’t know what to expect. She was so hard to get a read on. She didn’t flirt with him or fawn over him, she was just being herself. And it inspired him to open up slightly too. It was refreshing. But it also stressed him a bit. He didn’t really understand why, but he wanted to make a good impression.

He also trailed back to coming home from the party, not being able to stop thinking about having her close and hardening just by the thought of her warm body against his.. the bare skin against his hand where her top had ridden up.. the thought of kissing her.. the little sounds she’d make.. her lips around him..

"Get a fuckin’ grip" he muttered while dragging his hand across his face. She was coming over for a tour of the studio. A drink perhaps. Nothing else.

He grabbed his guitar to distract himself as he waited for her.

~~

The walk from King’s Cross to Tileyard felt longer than you had expected and your heart was pounding all the way. It was silly really, being that nervous about meeting someone who made you feel good about yourself. But you wanted to make a good impression. You tried to soothe your nerves by telling yourself that it was just a tour of his studio. Nothing else.

You texted him to let you know that you had arrived and a few seconds later he opened the door. "Dylan girl. You made it," he said and smiled. "Come in."

He looked unfairly good. Way better than you had remembered. He had a black fitted T-shirt on with a pendant on a gold chain. The way his eyes almost disappeared from his crooked smile made your heart beat extra fast.

You passed him a bit too close and you could feel the scent of his aftershave and the heat from his body seeping gently into your soul. It made you feel strangely at home. You felt the urge to reach out for him but you managed to resist.

He led you into the main studio space. There were lots of instruments and the lighting was low and rosy orange like the room was in draped in late afternoon sunlight. "Oh wow, this looks exactly like I had imagined it to be, only cosier. I love the little bits and bobs. Are they gifts from fans?" You had a million questions about the interior, the acoustics and the equipment.

Noel was standing in the doorway watching. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her curiosity had obviously sparked and her entire being had lit up. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of greenish blue he’d ever seen, and now they were sparkling. She was animated and interested he felt himself being drawn helplessly into her energy. His nervousness and bad morning had melted away and he couldn’t help but wanting her to stay.

"You’re really into this stuff aren’t you. The details," he smiled.

"They’re the best part. I love the tiny layers of sounds you only find in the stems. The ones that you don’t initially notice but if you take them away, the whole song collapses."

He stared at her. Exactly this was one of the main reasons why he loved studio work. The many layers of sounds that made up a whole. The architecture of the song. Something he could tinker with and build and control. He felt a sudden urge to show her what he’d been working on that day.

"I’m workin’ on a chorus for a song that I haven’t really figured out yet. Now, let’s see how good you are with details." He grabbed his guitar and adjusted the strap looking at you almost like a shy little boy about to show you something important.

The song was gorgeous. Uplifting but sentimental in a way that made your chest ache. It was raw, almost like you could feel what he felt when he wrote it.

The last note finished and he looked up at you. "Well?"

You stepped closer. "The build is beautiful. But maybe if you held back for a beat at the end of the verse? Or layer something in in that second line?"

He didn’t say anything and you suddenly became very aware of how close you were standing to him. "Sorry, here I go blurting things out again." You felt your face heat up.

“I asked,” he said. “So please don’t apologise.” His eyes were fixed on you.

“Please play it again?” you asked.

As he played it again and adjusted the parts as she had suggested, he could suddenly feel the song open up. It was like it had been waiting for her. He could see how her shoulders relaxed and that she probably felt it too. It was right. Just.. right.

He also noticed how her eyes sparkled as she watched him play. It had been a long time since he’d had let someone he cared about like that watch him play an unfinished song like that.

He suddenly heard his ex wife’s voice in his mind "It’s ok the way it is now. Just finish it already. You and your silly little songs." She’d never been particularly interested in his passion for making music. It was always mentioned as a necessary evil to be endured. He’d eventually stopped trying to show her and instead kept that part of himself separate.

So when this girl so freely gave her time and energy to him, he couldn’t help but feel that it was a bit intrusive. Like she’d stepped into a room he’d kept locked for ages. And he liked it.

"Can’t wait to continue working on that song now." He said almost shyly as he put his guitar away. The atmosphere in the room had changed. You were sure he’d felt it too. There was a closeness between you now.

"So, do you have anything else to show me" you asked quietly. "I do actually," he answered. "The mixing room is where the real studio magic happens."

He led you into a separate room with a big window into the studio space. He elevated the desk, stood by the computer and opened a session on the screen. You came in beside him to have a closer look.

He started talking about the different layers and showed you a few tracks from previous albums, and the stems from them, but you were suddenly hyperaware of how close you were standing. His arm kept brushing yours and you found it very hard to concentrate. You were sure that he could hear your pulse thudding from the warmth that radiated from him.

He suddenly turned to you to ask you something when you snapped out of the daze. He must have noticed you staring as he suddenly chuckled and asked "You still followin’ the studio tour or did you trail off?"

"I.. I’m.." you stuttered.

"You what?" He smirked for a second before turning serious when he noticed your eyes darting to his lips.

"I got distracted.." you managed to say as he leaned in a fraction as if testing the waters.

"By..?" Did he just put out a bait? Your heart hammered in your chest. So hard you were sure he could hear it loud and clear.

"You.." you whispered before you could stop yourself. He leaned back slightly before saying in a quiet voice "Yeah? You sure?"

He really didn’t want to get this wrong. He liked her and he liked how she made him feel. How she listened and how she was unpredictable. He just didn’t want to be the older guy who assumed that a younger woman would be into him just because she liked the music he played.

You leaned forward a bit and put your hand tentatively in front of his chest before landing on it. You could feel the warmth from him. "I’m sure." you said quietly looking at him.

He looked at you and asked softly "You’re not just caught up in the moment?"

"Listen, if I didn’t want be here I wouldn’t be here, alright?" You smiled. His eyes dropped down to your hand on his chest before coming back to yours. "Alright," he murmured. "Can I kiss you now?" you whispered. But he beat you to it and closed the gap between you.

His hand landed on your waist as his lips softly brushed yours. His lips were so soft and warm and you leaned into him. He deepened the kiss just a bit and your knees went weak. You let out a soft moan and grabbed onto him, curling your fingers into his T-shirt. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter, running one hand into your hair at the nape of your neck.

He leaned back a bit as you suddenly started smiling into his lips. "What?" He asked curiously. "It’s just.. this is all a bit absurd to me. Being here. In your studio. Snogging a rock star. That was definitely not on my bingo card."

His brow raised and he smirked. "Rock star is it?" You blushed. "You know what I mean."

"It’s ok if you wanna stop," he said earnestly. "I don’t want to be something you’ll regret or think back on being a daft idea. I know I might not be the best match out there for you. Being older and all." You heart twinged at that. He looked like he was ready to step back if you wanted him to.

"Noel.." you said softly. "I said it was absurd, and I needed a little moment for my brain to catch up with my body, but I certainly don’t want to stop. I like you, okay? Have done since that party."

“You have?” he looked almost hopeful.

“Yeah.” You gave a small and almost embarrassed laugh. “I’ve been replaying that almost-kiss at the party in my head for days.”

“Thought that only happened in my mind,” he admitted.

“It definitely didn’t,” you smiled and leaned closer. "Now about that kiss.."

You kissed him with more force this time just to answer his question once and for all, both your hands going to the nape of his neck. He sighed into the kiss and led you to the sofa. He sat back against the backrest and pulled you in to straddle him.

"Well, that escalated quickly.." you laughed as you leaned in and kissed his jawline. He exhaled sharply as you kissed his neck and sucked gently at his skin.

"You gonna talk throughout or just enjoy this.." He grinned pulling up your top and feeling the soft skin on your back before moving to your front and cupping your tits. "Fuckin’ perfect.." he murmured.

"You gonna talk throughout or just enjoy this.." you replied, gasping as he rubbed his thumbs over your sensitive nipples through the lace of your bra while leaning up to kiss your neck.

"Comedian are we," he murmured as you helped him pull your top off and he unclasped your bra. He removed it and leaned in to kiss and suck your nipples. Your back arched and you moaned out loud when he leaned back a bit to look at you.

"You alright?" he asked? "More than alright, please continue.." you leaned in and tugged at his T-shirt. He removed it and you could see that he wasn’t too comfortable being that exposed in the company of someone new.

"Lean back please, I wanna see you," you said softly. He obeyed and you put your hands on his chest, feeling the chest hair scratching gently at your palms. You let your fingertip gently circle the soft skin around his nipple, and he tensed and drew in a sharp breath as you flicked the hard centre just a little before you glided your palm smoothly over his chest again. "Please just relax," you whispered as you trailed your hands down, rose and settled on your knees between his legs.

He looked at you, eyes dark with desire. You reached up and stroked the soft hair on his belly before trailing down to the waistband of his jeans. You could see that he was already hard. You stroked your hand over his firm bulge, softly at first, then with a bit more pressure. He cursed under his breath.

You looked up at him as you opened his jeans. "Is this okay?" You asked. He looked at you intently and said in a strained voice "Only if you want to, alright?" You smiled at him and said softly "I want to make you feel good, Noel."

He helped you remove his jeans and you nuzzled into him through his boxers, letting your nails gently scrape on the inside of his thigh. He hissed with excitement as you freed his cock and gasped when you wrapped your hand around it. He was gorgeous like this, blissed out, and waiting for you to move. His cock was the perfect size, all thick and girthy.

You leaned in and licked and kissed the tip gently while stroking him. His hand landed in your hair, gently holding and caressing as he looked at you taking him into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him further into your mouth, letting your tongue stroke along the sensitive underside. "Fuck, that feels so good", he moaned.

Your hand went to his chest where you found his nipple and gently pinched it. You could feel him tense and twitch in your mouth as he let out a soft grunt. It made you clench in want for him. You were so wet already and starting to ache for him.

Suddenly he cupped your jaw and looked at you and said in a low and strained voice "Please, I need you". You let go of him and removed your jeans and knickers, straddling him again. "You’re way too good at that.."

You leaned down and kissed him again. His hands caressed your thighs and arse as you deepened the kiss. You could feel him jutting his hips into you a bit chasing the pressure. You moved your hips a bit grinding into him too. The ache between your legs was getting too strong. "Can I.. I need you inside.." He grinned "Please.. go ahead.."

You reached below and lined him up before sinking down on him. His hard thickness stretched your walls perfectly and you both groaned as he bottomed out. You stayed still like that for a bit, just sitting on him. He was flushed and gorgeous, looking at you, his eyes dark with want. "Are you gonna move?" he asked in a thick voice. "No, not yet. I want you to ache and beg first", you smirked.

"You’re enjoying this way too much," he chuckled. You grinned and grabbed his hands, placing them on your tits. "Very much so. Seriously though, I’m just giving you the opportunity to pull back if you want."

"Right." he laughed. "You’ve twisted my arm here and now you’re stopping?"

You rolled your eyes in mock offence and shifted to lift yourself off him. "I’ve twisted your arm? Well if that’s the way it’s gonna be.." you huffed.

He leaned back smirking "The door is over there if you’re done."

"Oh, done, am I?" you challenged.

"You’re gonna have to think again if you’re expecting me to beg," he replied smoothly.

You lifted yourself up again, but this time his hands flew to your hips, quickly pulling you back down. You gasped with pleasure from the friction. "You don’t get to start something like this only to walk away.." he said, voice in a low strain.

"Well, I thought you liked to be careful.." you smirked, brushing your fingers lightly over his chest and raking your nails carefully over his nipples.

"I was.." he leaned up to your ear and whispered, his voice rough as he grabbed your arse and pulled you against him. ".. But you don’t get to play with me like that. I need you to move for me. Now.."

You felt yourself clenching around him, moaning at his words and the sensation of him. He leaned back as you started moving, slow and deep at first. His hands were cupping your tits but you could feel his whole body humming.

You picked up the pace and you could feel his cock hitting that spot inside. You moaned out loud as you kept grinding on him. "You feel so fuckin' good" his voice was thick with restraint.

You leaned back a bit continuing to chase the pleasure and his thumb found your clit, rubbing it gently as your thighs started to shake. "I’m so close," you moaned. He continued rubbing your clit and you could feel him jerking his hips up to meet you, sending delicious sparks in your entire body.

"Come for me," he moaned as you ground down on him faster and more aggressively.

The words tipped you over the edge you cried out as your whole body clamped down on him when the pleasure exploded. He came right after you, moaning out loud and grabbing on to you as he spilled inside you.

You stayed wrapped around each other tightly as you came down from the high. He kissed you and rested his forehead against your shoulder for a moment before he leaned back to look at you. He was flushed and his eyes were heavy and blissed out in a way that made your chest tighten.

"Fuck. I’m never gonna be able to work here in here again without reliving that every fuckin’ time," he laughed and pulled you down toward his chest. "Completely worth it though."

"I still can’t believe I just fucked a rockstar in his studio. What a tragic groupie cliché.." you groaned.

He tightened his grip around you. "But you’re not a groupie.. you’re Dylan girl.. an absolute legend and muse." You groaned and buried your face against his chest.

"You’re just saying that because you’re still in heaven after your mind-blowing orgasm," you chuckled.

"I was just showing gratitude for you saving my chorus." He grinned and tightened his arms around you.

"Well, I am a legend after all," you smirked.

"So.. Dylan girl.. are you ready to continue the studio tour now?"

"I thought this was the grand finale.. If not then no. I’m not moving," You grinned and leaned in and kissed him softly.

[aka-nglgfics]

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AN: Ngl I’m anxious af for the reception of this. Hope you enjoy it

Thanks for the inspiration: @blogbustersii @highflyingcami @celestialgallaghers @2manyeggs @daddy-issues-galore and all the other brilliant writers here

Warning: (18+) Don’t read if you’re not into dom dilf Liam, throat grips, fingering or finger sucking

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse spelling mistakes or bad punctuation

You were out with Liam and his mates having a few beers. Dan was telling a funny story from the 90s about Liam being off his head and getting into trouble on tour, and you chimed in with a story about his last bender while going just a little over board with the details when he shot you a look.

You knew that look. The one where he was feeling wronged and he was thinking of how to correct the situation. You felt yourself flush by the memory of the last time this had happened.

Dan finished his story and went to get another round. You were left with Liam, not really knowing what to say as you knew you had overstepped. He looked at you for a second and then grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall. He dragged you around a corner to a quiet area where you were alone.

He pinned you to the wall, leaning in and rasping in your ear as his hand rested heavily on your thigh. “So, you think you’re fuckin’ funny, don’t ya? Giving me cheek like that.. I’m thinkin’ you need a little reminder of who’s in charge here.”

You could hear his breath getting heavier as he dragged his hand up your thigh to your arse, squeezing it and pulling you toward him for a second so you could feel his cock straining through his jeans. You felt yourself clenching in anticipation, feeling the heat spread between your legs.

His other hand had moved to your throat, closing just enough to feel your pulse thudding under his fingers. “Answer me..” he commanded in a low voice, as he flexed his hand a little and tilted your head upwards so you had no other choice but to look into his eyes. They were stern and dark with desire. Your breath hitched as you whispered “Yes, Liam..”

“Speak up, I can barely hear ya..” he murmured and moved his hand to the front of your knickers. He pressed a finger in where you ached the most and you involuntarily let out a moan as the pressure between your thighs grew stronger.

“Ye..yes.. Liam..” you mustered, trying as best as you could to stay calm and composed, but failing miserably. He chuckled. “From where I’m standing it seems like you’re enjoyin’ this far too fuckin’ much,” he murmured as he pressed and rubbed his finger through your folds. He leaned in and whispered low in your ear "This bad girl is wet already.. Your knickers are fuckin’ soaked..“

He pushed your knickers aside and drove two fingers inside your slicked entrance as you gasped with the sudden stretch. He curled them just right a few times and your eyes fluttered closed. You instinctively moved your hips into his hand chasing the pleasure. Just as your knees started to give and you let out a louder moan, he pulled out. You whimpered with the loss and he leaned in again murmuring in a calm voice “Now, I need you to be quiet alright? Can’t be thrown out of me favourite pub just because you couldn’t fuckin’ keep it down now can we..“

He brought his slick middle finger up and pulled it gently over your lower lip. “Open up for me..“ he murmured. You let his fingertip inside your mouth “..and suck.. I want you to taste how fuckin’ wet you are..“

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked his finger into your mouth, letting the pad of his fingertip run over your tongue. You could taste the mix of his salty skin and your own slick. The sensation made you clench so hard that you shuddered and moaned. His other hand squeezed at your throat a bit and tilted to make you look into his eyes again. This time you could see that his restraint was fraying, but he didn’t let you stop.

“Touch me..“ he commanded. “I want you to feel what you’re in for when we get home later..“ You brought your hand up to the front of his jeans. You could feel that he was painfully hard. He pressed his hips forward against your hand.

“Feel that? Can’t wait to bend you over and fuck your tight little cunt until you can’t remember your own fuckin’ name when we get out of here“. The thought of him railing you into next week made you sigh into his hand as he pulled his finger from your mouth.

“Now, are you gonna behave for the rest of the night?”, he rasped as he adjusted himself.

“Yes, Liam“ you said obediently.

Silently adding “..at least until we get in the car..”