Warnings: Mention of marijuana. Otherwise just fluff and too much love for Oasis and me getting emotional at a concert once again.
Summary: Your night at the Oasis concert becomes even more special when an unexpected downpour adds to the magic of it.
A/N: This was my experience last night at the concert and I am still buzzing from it. I laughed, cried, and sang my heart out until my throat was raw, and I am so grateful to be able to see this band live when I never thought I'd have the privilege. Naturally, I kept thinking what it would be like to see Oasis with Pete and had to write this little fic to help commemorate a night I'll never forget. This band will always hold such a special place in my heart, and their songs have helped inspire my series Like My Dreams on more than one occasion.
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You swore nothing could be more perfect than this.
The music cascaded through the speakers and onto the crowd at the perfect volume; still able to hear Pete singing along to every word, but loud enough it seemed to drown out everyone else around you to make you feel like you were the only two people there.
He stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your chest, holding you against his frame so you were forced to sway along with him, your fingers drawing invisible patterns on his hand to the beat of the song.
Your cheeks were already sore from smiling so much, but each time Pete would press a kiss to the side of your neck between lyrics, you swore your face would stay set in a permanent grin.
The night was cool, the breeze dancing through in bursts that made your hair whip out from where it was tucked behind your ear, the sweet smell of weed carrying through the open stadium as plumes of it were dispersed through the air.
'Little By Little' finished up, the slower tune giving Pete even more opportunity to woo you, and feeling the unmistakable cold drop of wet on the top of your head, you glanced up to the heavens above you.
The glow of the stadium created a haze against the night, the hue a curious mix of mauve and indigo, the clouds looming low enough that it looked like you could reach up and touch them from how high up you were in the bleachers.
It happened a few more times, the rain coming on irregularly enough to ignore it, but over the next two songs, the sky seemed to grow jealous of the concert happening below.
Almost as if willing it to happen as you sang the words to 'Stand By Me', the sky finally opened up, steady streams of crisp water raining down on you.
“So what’s the matter with you?
Sing me something new… Don’t you know
The cold and wind and rain don’t know
They only seem to come and go away”
Pete’s chuckle decorated the words he sang, and when you twisted your head around enough to watch him looking up at the sky, you swore you fell even more in love with him.
“If you’re leaving, will you take me with you?” he shouted into the abyss, his joy in belting the lyrics at the same time they were sung by the Gallagher’s making your heart feel like it would burst through your chest, and you couldn’t imagine anything ever being this euphoric again.
Water dripped off his long eyelashes, and his blue eyes sparkled as they reflected the stage lights, his grin pulling out the creases beside his mouth. His pink lips were already wet from the rain, the temptation to kiss them stronger than usual, and your wish came true when he looked back down and caught you staring, immediately leaning in to crash against your mouth.
Everyone was drenched within seconds, yet no one gave a toss, the rain somehow making everything feel a hundred times more special.
Pete pulled away from you slowly, the draw to keep going the same as needing to breathe, but when Noel announced into the microphone that the next song was 'Live Forever', Pete howled a cheer so loud you swore you were here watching the Hammers play to victory.
“Maybe I don’t really wanna know
How your garden grows
‘Cause I just wanna fly
Lately, did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks you to the bone?
Maybe I just wanna fly
Wanna live, I don’t wanna die
Maybe I just wanna breathe
Maybe I just don’t believe
Maybe you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever”
A tear strayed from your eye, one, and then more, mixing in with the streams of water already rolling down your face, the roar of the crowd and validity of the lyrics in this moment sparking so much emotion in you.
It was truly magical, your skin littered in goosebumps that weren’t there from your cold, wet clothes clinging to you, being able to experience this moment that many would deem as flawed something you wouldn't take for granted and knew you would remember for the rest of your life.
When the song ended, Pete glanced at you, catching the raw emotion on your face, reaching his hand up so his thumb could wipe your cheek.
“You alright, love?” he smiled, though his concern was genuine.
“Absolutely perfect,” you assured, your smile through the rain and tears growing into a laugh as the stands began to shake from everyone jumping, the riff to 'Rock ‘n’ Roll Star' tearing through the crowd.
I hate it WHEN writers (from any fandom) write the smut like your a bimbo and you can’t read, no maturity at all. Okay I get bimbofication etc like how the user dresses and talks
Fuck it let me give u a example:
gosh he was so big! Pounding your little pussy over and over again. your perky tits bouncing.
It’s like put effort and detail in to the smut. STOP babying the user. If there’s a size gap imply, if there’s a skinny reader imply. I want more diverse fan fics
This is common within the call of duty fandom. Sorry. They also stereotype female soldiers..
Like babying the reader and describing user as small and tiny and fragile. Its weird. I think it’s degrading, I have a degradation kink but like some users can be quite tall? Plus sized? Sorry for rant
Liams large hand clutched your roots, feeling each strand of your beautiful hair between your fingers. Clutching on to it like he had nothing to loose with you. His hand guiding you up and down on his large cock. No wonder the man had an ego so big, throwing himself at everyone soon as he had one shot. Starting unnecessary fights with anyone, even his own brother sometimes. With his other hand, he gripped on to his outdated phone , capturing every tear, moan and breath you took whilst he was recording.
“That’s my little slag” Liam murmured. His thrusts felt desperate, his cock clashing angrily against your throat. Bruising it with no fucks in the world. Your eyes were battered as you engulfed his hard cock, taking him in your weak little mouth. Liam sighed in pleasure. Feeling every drop of saliva coat all over his cock. Liam moaning your wetness around his cock. Liam's hand pushed down forcing you to swallow down to his heavy balls. Him watching your tongue darting out as you lick and suck on his skin. It was too much for you, Liam just adored your mascara and tears rolling down your face. All messy and dirty proving that you belonged to him.
“Good girl for me , for daddy, eh?.”
Liam groaned, loving every second of it. His other hand still capturing every pathetic moan you made for ‘daddy’. Liam thrusted his hips in to your mouth, grunting loudly out of your skills. Suddenly he pushed down on your head, making you savour every length of his fat cock. Reaching all the way down his balls. Stopping his thrusts. Liams piercing blue eyes glared in to yours, focusing on your pretty face being ruined by ‘daddy’ Watching you choke and whine, him refusing to let you breathe.
It fuelled his sadism seeing you choking on his erection. Watching your head twitch. Finally, Liam pulled your head back letting you take a few breaths before he pulled you back in. Going back to his rough pace of abusing and using your wet mouth. Grabbing your roots tighter as you try so hard to swallow all of his cock.
“Fuck me, dollie, making daddy feel good aren’t you?” His voice curls, rumbling in to a pleasure moan. Liams hand pushed your head forward on to his cock again. Making you feel every sensation of him fucking your throat. Watching you roll your eyes back out of pleasure and see stares as he used you for his needs. Liam pushed your head outwards, letting you take a tiny breather again. The man slapping his cock all over your tongue, groaning loudly at the stimulation. You whined at him, babbling random words as he fucked your throat so bad until you were sore.
Liams hand pushed you back on to his cock, your hands stroking the base of his cock for extra stimulation for Liam. Recording every bit of your activity for him to replay and replay over and over again whenever he’s on tour. Your hand found a rhythm with your mouth, stroking and sucking his cock matching perfectly together like a duo intertwine in a performance.
Liam thrusted his hips into your mouth bruising your throat once again without giving a fuck in the whole world “Fuck- Fuck.- Ah-“ Liam rolled his head back. Liam admitted you were the best woman in his entire career to give him a blowjob. His hand gripped your roots harder. Forcing you to swallow of his sweet nectar in. Watching you choke and cough all over his fat cock.
The next morning Liam took a train all the way to London for a press briefing about the oasis renunion. You were a mess, makeup stained all over the bed. Your hair all knotty. But you heard your phone buzz, checking the notification to see a text from Liam with the recording of you sucking his cock.
Liams large hand clutched your roots, feeling each strand of your beautiful hair between your fingers. Clutching on to it like he had nothing to loose with you. His hand guiding you up and down on his large cock. No wonder the man had an ego so big, throwing himself at everyone soon as he had one shot. Starting unnecessary fights with anyone, even his own brother sometimes. With his other hand, he gripped on to his outdated phone , capturing every tear, moan and breath you took whilst he was recording.
“That’s my little slag” Liam murmured. His thrusts felt desperate, his cock clashing angrily against your throat. Bruising it with no fucks in the world. Your eyes were battered as you engulfed his hard cock, taking him in your weak little mouth. Liam sighed in pleasure. Feeling every drop of saliva coat all over his cock. Liam moaning your wetness around his cock. Liam's hand pushed down forcing you to swallow down to his heavy balls. Him watching your tongue darting out as you lick and suck on his skin. It was too much for you, Liam just adored your mascara and tears rolling down your face. All messy and dirty proving that you belonged to him.
“Good girl for me , for daddy, eh?.”
Liam groaned, loving every second of it. His other hand still capturing every pathetic moan you made for ‘daddy’. Liam thrusted his hips in to your mouth, grunting loudly out of your skills. Suddenly he pushed down on your head, making you savour every length of his fat cock. Reaching all the way down his balls. Stopping his thrusts. Liams piercing blue eyes glared in to yours, focusing on your pretty face being ruined by ‘daddy’ Watching you choke and whine, him refusing to let you breathe.
It fuelled his sadism seeing you choking on his erection. Watching your head twitch. Finally, Liam pulled your head back letting you take a few breaths before he pulled you back in. Going back to his rough pace of abusing and using your wet mouth. Grabbing your roots tighter as you try so hard to swallow all of his cock.
“Fuck me, dollie, making daddy feel good aren’t you?” His voice curls, rumbling in to a pleasure moan. Liams hand pushed your head forward on to his cock again. Making you feel every sensation of him fucking your throat. Watching you roll your eyes back out of pleasure and see stares as he used you for his needs. Liam pushed your head outwards, letting you take a tiny breather again. The man slapping his cock all over your tongue, groaning loudly at the stimulation. You whined at him, babbling random words as he fucked your throat so bad until you were sore.
Liams hand pushed you back on to his cock, your hands stroking the base of his cock for extra stimulation for Liam. Recording every bit of your activity for him to replay and replay over and over again whenever he’s on tour. Your hand found a rhythm with your mouth, stroking and sucking his cock matching perfectly together like a duo intertwine in a performance.
Liam thrusted his hips into your mouth bruising your throat once again without giving a fuck in the whole world “Fuck- Fuck.- Ah-“ Liam rolled his head back. Liam admitted you were the best woman in his entire career to give him a blowjob. His hand gripped your roots harder. Forcing you to swallow of his sweet nectar in. Watching you choke and cough all over his fat cock.
The next morning Liam took a train all the way to London for a press briefing about the oasis renunion. You were a mess, makeup stained all over the bed. Your hair all knotty. But you heard your phone buzz, checking the notification to see a text from Liam with the recording of you sucking his cock.
IM BACK BUT WHERE THE FUCK. IS THE OASIS FANFICS. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SMUT. COME ON GUYS WAKE THE FLIP UP THE RENUION IS BACK. COME ON THE FANDOM ISNT DEAD ON DISCORD OR TIKTOK
