Holy Mountain: Interlude II
IMPORTANT: this is the Interlude II of the Holy Mountain series, following Volume V. Please, read the previous Volumes before reading this!!
pairing: dilf!noel gallagher x f!younger reader
wc: smut; age gap; unprotected sex; cheating; gaslighting; power imbalance; angst; oral sex; object insertion; anal play; cum play; daddy kink; degrading + praising kink; angst
summary: the fallout of Noel's return
author's note: I really needed to expand on what exactly happens after Noel goes to the bakery, so... here you go. I don't know if I should apologise for the level of filth this has, but oh well, this was all very self-indulgent. hope you like it and, as always, lmk your thoughts!!
your face is still pressed against the counter, tears wetting the cool surface as you feel light kisses being peppered on the sweaty nape of your neck. he’s not answered you, not telling you what he’s looking for coming back like this, his strong body still pressed against yours and holding you in an attempt to keep you together. you hate it and are grateful at the same time, thinking you’re going to break into tiny little pieces as soon as he leaves you.
but that doesn’t happen. he pulls out softly, still drawing a disgruntled groan from you, and is quick to find some paper towels to clean your thighs a little bit, before he adjusts your underwear back in place and lifts your slacks up your tired legs. you let him, a passive participant in this whole nightmare of a charade. he’s probably going to leave again anyway.
you straighten yourself up slowly, cleaning the tears streaks from your face and trying to be as dignified as you can in this less than pleasant situation. “let me… let me open the door for you,” you muster tiredly, legs still shaking and not wanting to face him, really, looking anywhere but at him, busy right now adjusting his jeans back into place.
“wha’?” Noel is puzzled by your behaviour, “what d’ ya mean, love?”
“just… this is it, right? let’s, let’s not try and make this something bigger than it is. you got what you wanted, Noel.” you are so tired of his mind games. you look for the keys in your apron pocket and head towards the closed door, eager to usher him out of the place.
Noel trails behind you quickly, grabbing you by your arm and turning you around so that you come face to face. he lifts your head by your chin and forces you to make eye contact with him: “the fuck you on about? you think i came here for a quick shag? that i wanted to get me dick wet? i just told you i love you!”
your eyes swell with tears again. you feel his cum dripping into your knickers and can’t believe you got into this situation again. “i… i don’t know what i think anymore, Noel. i just want it to stop hurting.”
he takes you into his arms, strong hands gripping your hair tightly as he pushes you against his chest and kisses your head. he’s done this to you. he’s the reason why you cannot accept a gesture of love. “i… please, take me back. i don’t deserve it, god knows i know i don’t deserve you. but… i’m too selfish, love. i need you,” his voice breaks down and he buries his face in your hair, unable to continue. you cry into his shirt, feeling soft sniffles leave him even if he tries to hide them. he’s crying too.
you let him. you stay like that, in silence, for several minutes, until you drop your arms and find his face, all red, and teary eyes.
“are you… are you still married?”
he sighs at that and closes his eyes. you already know the answer, of course.
he denies frantically. “no, no! love. hear me out, please! ‘m not leaving. i… i am still married. but… it’s bad, ‘s not working. it hasn’t worked… for years, now. you just made it more evident. the fact that i was able to… that i could… that i fell in love with someone else… that i am in love with you, that speaks for itself. i just… i just need time. to sort everything. just a bit of time. but please, don’t cast me away. can’t… can’t bear being apart from you.” he’s begging. idle tears ricocheting down his face, eyes with those soft wrinkles you’d learned to love so much. you want to believe him so badly.
“i… i don’t know, Noel. you hurt me. so much. …you took so much advantage of knowing how much i loved you.” you’ve seated in one of the chairs and put your head in your hands. you don’t know how to deal with this. it’s all too much. but he’s ready to make it worse.
he falls to his knees and places his hands on your lap, desperate to convince you, “i know… i… there’s no words for how i treated you. i just… i know how much of a bastard i am. i don’t have a right to ask anything of you. but, please, don’t speak about us in past tense. i am begging you. i know you still feel something for me. i feel it. i felt it right now when i made love to you. please.”
you are crying again and take his hands in yours. you’ve never seen him like this. desperate, lost, ashamed. you cannot lie to him.
“i… i love you too,” it’s shy, soft, almost reluctant.
his eyes light up at your admittance. “i know. i love you so much,” he’s still on his knees when his lips tentatively look for yours, pressing them softly against your wet mouth without pushing. it’s a weak promise. and you’re even weaker.
“… do you… do you want to go back to mine? we can continue to talk there,” you mumble against his lips. he smiles into your mouth before he withdraws and kisses the corner of it. “i’ll help you close out.”
he does. taking his dirty mug and plate back to the kitchen sink and cleaning his table as you close the register and pick up your purse after hanging your apron.
“it really is a lovely place,” he comments. “it’s like a candy cabin from a fairytale. i felt like you wanted to fatten me up before tossing me into a cauldron,” he jokes tentatively, trying to lighten the mood.
“you’re back for five minutes and calling me a witch, already?” you play along, faking indignation.
“does that mean you’re taking me back?” his hopeful eyes are glinting in the dark. he will take whatever he can.
“go ahead, dickhead. take a cab and i will wait five minutes before i leave the shop. d’you remember where the spare key is?”
“aye, sweetheart. beneath that awful plant you have on the window sill.”
he kisses you swiftly before he leaves the bakery, the soft tingling of the small bells hung behind the door being the only noise as you’re left alone in the dark salon. this can be either the worst mistake or the best decision of your life.
you are fidgeting on the cab the entire way home. are you doing the right thing? if you go by his actions, there’s nothing he’s done in the past that should make you trust him… but… he seems so sincere. he cannot fake what just happened, right?. when he told you he loved you, you first felt irrational anger. at yourself, for not having kicked him out of the bakery when he dared to come in, at him for being such a coward, at fate for making the two of you cross paths with such poor timing in your lives.
but as he thrusted into you and whispered he loved you into your neck, like a mantra he’d been repeating to himself over the last year, you just… you felt it too. he was right when he said it on his knees for you. there’s still something there. a weak flame sparking between you two that refuses to die. you’ve always known. what you didn’t know was that he felt it as well. and it seems he’s been fighting against that feeling for well over a year. until he decided he didn’t want to run away from it anymore. shouldn’t you try and… give it a shot? together? ugh. your head is a mess. you could do with calling your therapist.
however, time is not on your side again. the ride back home feels like the blink of an eye and suddenly you’re on your front door, key in hand as you know who’s already there, waiting for you on the other side. you turn the key and open the door slowly as you make your way in. it’s so hot that even if you left all the windows open before leaving this morning, you feel like you're walking into a volcano. Noel’s there, barefoot, his trainers and socks left by the side of the door where he used to leave them. he’s drinking down a tumbler of whiskey and smoking. shocker.
“sorry i didn’t wait for you, love. i just… needed this,” he smiles apologetically as he points to his drink and hands you a full tumbler for yourself. you drown it in just one go, the alcohol burning your insides and doing nothing to alleviate the turmoil inside your head, inside your body. it’s suffocating. his perfume all over your home again, the malt and tobacco surrounding him, his chubby ringed fingers gripping your whiskey bottle as if no time had passed since the last time he was here. you kick your sandals off and lay down on the couch, propping your feet over the coffee table. it’s been the longest day ever.
he pours both of you another measure of whiskey before he sits down right next to you, placing the glass on your lap and drinking from his. you’ve closed your eyes and are trying to take deep breaths. both are silent for a long time, watching how the sun hides in the horizon behind your half-closed drapes, deep red clouds slicing the sky. red clouds by sunset, another warm day tomorrow. that’s what your grandma used to say.
“so…” you hear his raspy voice next to you.
“are we… doing this? do you want to talk?” he’s oddly hesitant and insecure.
you close your eyes again, tiny drops of perspiration falling down your clavicles. “just… tired of talking,” you mutter. you don’t need to hear him again. you’ve made your bed and now you’re gonna lie in it.
he’s a bit boggled at that and doesn’t really know what to do. he’s already downed his drink. “…ok.” he places his empty tumbler on the coffee table, puts his finished cigarette out on the ashtray and stays put, nervous hands fidgeting with his bracelet and wrist watch awkwardly.
you exhale deeply before straightening up and taking off your blouse in a swift motion. before he can blink, you’ve swinged your leg and straddled him onto the couch, pressing your bottom over his lap, hands gripping his neck tightly as you bring your lips closer to his and command, in a low but firm whisper, “shut up and fuck me, Noel.”
he’s completely taken aback as he feels your mouth crash into his, tongue invading him as you push him further onto the couch. he doesn’t react at first, surprised by the turn of events, but is quick to get up to speed when he feels your teeth nipping his bottom lip harshly and drawing blood from him. he growls and his hands go to your arse, massaging it roughly as you kiss him fiercely. you both are all moans as you pull his hair, anger, relief, happiness, all pouring from you in violent waves. and he’s taking it all.
his hands rake down your body, reacquainting themselves with your skin before he breaks the kiss and lets his lips trace a ravenous path down your throat, stopping at the juncture of your neck to bite roughly before he buries his head between your breasts, quickly pulling the delicate fabric of your bra down and letting your flesh spill from its constraint. he licks the sweat off your valley, nose inhaling your scent before he alternates between kissing and nipping softly your soft skin. “i missed you so much… you’re perfect, my beautiful girl… all mine… love you,” he’s not making any sense as his mouth moves over your tits, before going further down and teasing your nipple. he runs his scruffy cheek over it before blowing a teasing puff or air on it. you shake in his arms and he chuckles slowly before doing the same to the other, hands holding your hips tightly and rocking you on top of him in smooth movements.
you look down at him expectantly and he smiles wolfishly before patting your bum and ordering you around, just as you both like it, “slacks off.” you oblige quickly, getting up and shimmying your trousers down as he does the same to his jeans and t-shirt, leaving him in just his boxers and you in your underwear. he’s tanned, a bit fuller than the last time you saw him naked, softer around the edges. he pats his lap and you eagerly obey, hopping up again and straddling him with a neediness that should be embarrassing with anybody else, but not with him.
your thighs are soaked from his previous release and you are both so sweaty, but neither of you can think straight at this moment, not even to turn the ceiling fan on. you’d never thought you’d be in this position again. what happened over the counter in the bakery was a flash, a need of assertion, a desperate cry of forgiveness, a frenzied quest to confirm what you both already knew deep inside.
but he’s going to fuck you now. he’s going to fuck you good, you can tell from his luscious stare at your semi naked figure. and you’re more than ready for it. he presses you over his crotch with one hand as the other caresses the underside of your breast, a barely-there touch that drives you barmy. a small whine leaves your lips, unable to restrain yourself.
Noel smiles cockily at you before bringing his lips closer to your tit, breathing and speaking over it to further tease you with his warm breath, never taking his eyes off you, “need something, love?”
you don’t have much patience tonight. and you don’t want gentle. you want to let go and forget the entire last year. “i don’t want to think anymore, daddy. make me cum.”
you feel him twitch and further harden beneath you as he hears you call him that, the naughty word falling from your lips like syrup feeling like a dream to him after so long. so this is how you want it.
“don’t worry, babygirl. ‘m gonna take care of it.”
he doesn’t look away before he takes his tongue out and runs it over your nipple, drawing a high moan from you and making you arch your back against him. he circles it with the tip of his tongue and feels it stiffen under him before he encloses it harshly and sucks with fruition. you are always so insanely responsive to him. his hands have now flown to the side of your hips, gripping the soft fabric of your knickers and tearing them harshly, effectively ripping them and tossing the intrusive clothes away.
“Noel!” you complain breathlessly when you feel him tearing them and the hot air hitting your insides, the mess between your legs now dripping onto his boxers.
“don’t give a toss,” he mutters against your breast before he bites you harshly and spits on your nipple lewdly, thumb playing with it before he goes to your other tit and gives it a similar treatment. you whine and tremble on him as his tongue flicks your right nipple lusciously. his mouth has always been out of this world.
he’s quick to rearrange you on top of him, placing your wet mound on top of his hairy thigh, your open legs hunched over each side of his, soaking him with your combined fluids as you keen leisurely, pressing his head further onto your chest and asphyxiating him with your tits. “mmmmh… daddy… getting you all wet.”
he lets go of your flesh and licks your lips hungrily, making you take your tongue out and playing with one another outside your mouths, a mess of spit falling on his happy trail, “yeah, baby girl. want it. wanna feel my cum dripping from you.”
he kisses you as his hand travels down to your soaked mound, massaging it softly with his whole palm and pushing you onto him, making you ride his thigh. hot pleasure soars through your veins before a harsh slap resounds in the room, ringed fingers smacking your wetness before he goes back to petting you. “why you’re all bare down here?” he growls.
you blush profusely at that. you didn’t think he’d make any comments about it. should’ve known him better than that. “i… i…”
he spanks your bum roughly at your hesitation, massaging your supple flesh immediately after to soothe it, “speak up, doll. asked you a question.”
you can’t even look at him, you’re mortified as your hips continue moving against his thigh, wet squelches all you can hear besides your ragged breaths. “i… he likes it bare. chris,” you swallow as you feel a new wave of arousal and shame seep from you.
Noel couldn’t look more high and mighty if he tried. his tented boxers are getting wet on the side where you can see his ruddy tip pushing, thick cock straining against the fabric and leaking precum already. his hand is still teasing you down there, spreading your fat lips over his thigh and pinching your clit harshly, making you jump on top of him. “s that it?” he laughs scornfully, “posh boy scared of hair? doesn’t like it?”
your eyes are closed and you shake your head. this is humiliating and so, so hot.
“well, i do. i like your cunt hairy. a woman’s cunt. i like to pull on your hairs to make you scream when you’re sitting on me cock.”
you moan at that. you remember that feeling and how he used to handle you. his fingers are playing you like a finely tuned instrument. you’ve never regretted so much having waxed a couple of days ago. he doesn’t stop talking and you feel he’s going to make you cum just with his filthy words. a new achievement for Noel fucking Gallagher.
“… like to sniff them when i’m licking your needy cunt, like to bury me nose in them. love to cum on them and make them all dirty and creamy. love it when you don’t clean yourself and the morning after i can lick me dry cum off them when you’re all sleepy.”
“god, daddy!” how can he say such devious things? how can they arouse you so much when you hear him?
he chuckles at that and feels you wet him even more. he spits on your tit again before suckling your nipple once more, making all the hairs on your body stand. “you like that, don’t you, babygirl?”
you nod weakly, hips not obeying you anymore and humping against his thigh in a frenzy. you’re only sitting upright because he’s holding you tightly. the friction on his skin is dizzying, his fingers on your cunt a dream, his tongue on your chest a sin in the flesh. “missed… missed being your dirty whore, daddy.”
his eyes soften at that, mouth leaving your breasts with a trail of spit joining you to him, “you’re always my dirty, beautiful whore.” he presses butterfly kisses all over your tit, before he licks your plushy flesh and squeezes it harshly.
“y’ gonna grow your bush back? so i can soil you with me milk? wanna see it dripping, curls all soaked for me like always.”
“yes, daddy, miss it so bad. miss your cum on me,” you moan wantonly as you feel you’re reaching your high.
“gonna give you everything. everything you ask of me.”
you cry out and he takes your other nipple into his mouth. you lean onto him and he obliges, dropping it and holding your tit up for both of you to share. you drop a fat glob of spit on it as you keep your stare on him, his other hand pushing you harder over his wet leg. you both take your tongues out and start licking around your nipple at the same time, tongues clashing and teasing each other as your gazes don’t leave each other.
you hold on as much as you can, drooling all over your tit with him until he bites your nipple harshly and you cum on the spot, whitish arousal seeping from your needy cunt as you rub desperately over his thigh, a mix of your wetness and his old release trickling from you. your spine arches impossibly into him as he engulfs your whole tit, head thrown back in a high pitched cry that disfigures your face, the force of your orgasm hitting you like a lighting, dissolving you on top of him.
you’re jelly in his hands, body completely loose as you slowly come to a halt, the nasty sounds of your mound on him making you blush as you hide your face in his shoulder. he’s let go of your breasts and is now hugging you into him, continuing to move you on his thigh to prolong the waves of your violent orgasm. you’re trickling over him and you’ve never felt dirtier. soaked in sweat, a mess between your legs, drooling from the corner of your mouth onto his sweaty collarbone. soft words are whispered in your ears, “atta girl… came so good for daddy, got me all soaked. missed making this slutty cunny drip like this… he doesn’t make you wet like this, does he?”
you deny shyly into his neck and he laughs lowly. “knew it… only i get to see how much of a dirty whore you really are… d’ ya want more?”
“please, daddy,” you beg shyly before your mouth finds his, joining in a messy kiss that is all tongue and spit.
“clean me up, sweetheart,” he pats your arse gently. you smile into him before you sneakily get down to your knees in between his legs. oh, how you’ve missed this place. this view. he’s all sweaty, pearly drops adorning his body and trickling down his tummy. his left thigh, where you’ve just been seated, is a mess, hairs matted by your release. you smile naughtily at him before your tongue peeks out, soft kitten licks drinking your combined essence and drawing grave moans from him. his fat, red tip is peeking from his wet boxers, eager to be released.
Noel sighs deeply and drops his head on the couch, eyes closing in pleasure as you keep on cleaning him and drag his boxers down at the same time. he kicks them away distractedly as you make your way up teasingly, sneaky tongue flicking his heavy balls and making him shudder.
he looks down and takes your nest of hair in his hands to keep you in place. “you’ve got no idea how much i missed you.”
“missed my mouth, daddy?” you pout innocently.
“missed you. all of you.” he brings you up for a firm kiss on the lips and you smile into him before you part, eagerly going down and nuzzling your face into his groin.
“i missed you too, daddy. but i also missed your perfect cock.” you’ve taken his hard length and are running it all over your face, sensitive tip grazing your soft cheeks and driving him insane. you slap yourself with it several times as he stares down at you in awe, wet smacks resounding in the room.
“yeah, baby?” he chokes a bit.
“so, so much,” you’ve placed it over your nose now and are flicking his underside with your tongue. his shaft is as long as your face, and you’re sniffing him and licking wherever you can, like a bitch in heat. it’s so vulgar. he loves it. “missed your taste.” you take the tip to your lips and circle it leisurely several times with your tongue before you spit on it and rub it over your mouth, your cheeks. you’re making a mess of yourself. you’re completely out of it.
“love…” his voice is a tiny whisper as he sees you engulf his entire length and go all the way down on your first try, gagging until your mouth is in contact with the base of his cock, nose buried in his pubic hair. you gag and choke on it and he tries to get you back up but you shake your head and make him press harder with his hands on your hair. you want to swallow him whole.
you stay there for like twenty seconds, gagging noises making him swear out loud before you finally run out of air and release him, cock entirely covered in your thick spit and trails of saliva joining him to your slick mouth. he’s going out of his mind. the sight of you like that, wanking him softly as your spit drips on your wet tits, spilling from your pulled down bra, is going to make him cum like a teenager.
he stops your hand’s movements and brings you up for another kiss, tasting himself on you, “my little whore… missed having me cock in your mouth?”
you nod as he drags you into his lap again, naked cunt now pressing against him, slick folds encasing him in your warmth and making you hiss, whining into his mouth, “missed choking on your cock, daddy… want to drink your cum. want it all in me mouth. on me face too.”
you’re unrestrained, all filters lost, and Noel feels he’s going to explode any minute, even if he’s fucked you once already today. only you can get him going like this, it’s absurd. he slides your slick pussy over him as you moan in his mouth. “yeah? you want it on your cunt… in your mouth… on that pretty face… so many places. you’re gonna have to choose, babygirl, ‘m not that young anymore.”
you both laugh as you take his length in your hand and place it right below you, the tip just pressing against your opening, “i’m patient, daddy… i’ll wait until you’re hard for me again.”
“naughty girl,” he pinches your tit and you squeal in his arms, chuckling as his tip grazes against you, your wetness dripping on him.
you both look down to the place where you’re about to join. “sink down a little bit, doll. just the tip,” he instructs softly.
you obey and slowly lower down a tad onto him, his tip spreading you open as your mouth widens in a silent scream. “god… daddy. such a fat cock,” you whine and try to raise back up, but he keeps you in place.
“yeah? feel it opening you wide f’ me?” he forces you to stare into his eyes with one hand as the other grips you tightly by the waist.
“so much. it hurt so much when you fucked me earlier.”
“yeah? why’s that? go down a bit more,” he’s feral, slowly pushing you so your cunt swallows about a third of him.
you moan as you descend. you love that he’s making you say it. you’ve missed him inside you so much. “ooouhh, ah, daddy, there. hurt… cause i’m so t-tight for you. didn’t… didn’t have something this b-big in me for so long,” you pout at him.
“that’s right? that tool, kirk, charles, what’s his name, had a small cock?” he’s so fucking arrogant. you’re melting.
you deny vehemently as you try to speak and moan at the same time. he’s pushing you down slowly and making you take even more of him. you’re incredibly slick but it still fucking feels like he’s splitting you open in half. “chris…” you correct him breathlessly, “… not small… but n-no, oh god, not big like you, d-daddy.”
Noel smirks ravenously before he pushes you down the last stretch, making you take his entire length inside. you let a harsh scream as you bottom down, taking deep breaths to ease the pain. he hugs you into him, calloused hands caressing your naked back and unbuckling your bra, finally releasing your breasts. you press further into him, sweat stricken skins sticking you together. he licks your neck and presses soft kisses on you, “y’ alright, babygirl?”
you meet his stare, eyes swelling with tears. it’s half pain, half devious pleasure. “i… i’m so f-full, daddy.”
he smiles and pecks your lips softly, “take all the time you need, sweetheart, just tell me when,” as his deft hand finds your clit and starts petting it expertly to get you to relax. you whine and let your head fall on his shoulder, hips starting to move slowly at his pleasant stimulus. as you start moving back and forth, you feel yourself opening up more to him, the pain quickly subsiding, having had him inside one time already and having come twice tonight. he notices it and fastens his pace on your button, softly accompanying your movements and hitting a sensitive spot inside you. his other hand is touching you everywhere: your spine, your bum, your hair, your tits. it’s like he needs to confirm you’re there, you’re real. you grip him tightly as you bite his shoulder and leave a mark, “there, daddy… fuck… f-fuck me.”
you raise back up and fasten your movements as he looks at you besottedly. his eyes raking over your naked body, hands now guiding your hips on top of him and moving you up and down. “there you go… look down, love…. how wet you’re getting me,” he sighs, incredibly aroused.
you oblige and both of you look how each time you go up his cock is glistening, soaked in your wetness. “love it, so deep in-inside me, d-daddy,” you beam at him as you lean back. your hands find his knees and you recline so you can open your legs wider and get him deeper into you in a different angle, feet firmly pressed on the couch now. the sight of your open cunt eating his cock and massaging his shaft every time you go up and down is obscene, trails of your slick visible with each movement, a white creamy ring of your arousal forming on his base. he’s unable to look away and spits where you two are joined, making more of a mess of you both as you lean further back.
“slutty girl, you’re spread so open f’me… feel it in your tummy?” he’s gripping you from one hip but his other hand goes to press softly over the taut skin right above your mound. he can feel himself hitting your inner walls each time you descend over his cock. the pleasure is so much his eyes roll to the back of his head.
you’re whining uncontrollably, the pressure of his hand precipitating your orgasm. “daddy… s-so big… gonna soak you,” you warn him in between moans as you keep moving. when your hands are about to give out, you squirt on top of him, the leaning angle making you push his cock out and leak profusely over him. the hand that was on your tummy is suddenly down on your clit, making you cry out loud and close your legs as the pleasure becomes too much and you get him all wet. he’s quick to grab you before you fall from his lap and you shake in his arms, your high incredibly explosive. only he could ever make you cum like this. he bends you in ways you don’t think of alone, he knows where to press, he knows your body better than you do.
you are so entwined that you are not even done cumming but you make an inhuman effort to spread your legs again on top of him, still trembling, opening them wide open and leaning back on his thighs, flushed and heaving, desperate for it “cum on me cunt. all over me, daddy.”
he’s stroking his cock furiously, the wet sounds filling your ears. he’s all red, sweating profusely, breathless as he asks, “want it, doll?”
you nod eagerly and stick your tongue out, “wanna be all dirty for you.”
he groans and spurts all over you, hot streams falling on your cunt lips and tummy. a few idle streaks landing on your face. he’s cum once tonight, but he always has more for you. you moan and egg him on as he empties himself, white streaks adorning your glistening skin, “yeah, daddy, want it all.”
he finishes with a tired groan before he falls back onto the couch, completely drained. you straighten yourself up, still straddling him as you rub yourself against him, making a further mess of you both. you can’t get enough of feeling his skin on yours, even now you are both sticky with him and you.
this level of primal is something you only have with Noel. you forget about yourself, about your inhibitions, about how you should behave. it’s all senses and instinct, and both of you chasing your most basic desires without worrying about judgment. nothing’s never off the table and there’s nothing more liberating than that. you have missed him so much. a key piece of you had been missing this whole time.
he’s still trying to regain his normal heart rhythm when you start massaging his cum on you, spreading it all over your mound and tummy. you take your fingers to your mouth and lick them filthily, putting on a show for him as you eat his cum, savouring the taste. he stares at you looking like he’s got one foot in the grave. you kiss him sweetly on the cheek after licking your lips clean, “thank you, daddy.”
he huffs a tired laugh, hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“you sort of deserve it,” you giggle as you pepper his scruffy face with soft kisses.
“that i do, love… that i do.”
you stay like that for god knows how long, naked bodies stricken with sweat and cum, laying on top of him in the darkness of your sitting room. he’s playing softly with your hair, untangling it as best as he can while you rest your head in the nape of his neck. you could fall asleep like this. but it’s not a time to sleep.
“… and i don’t know… i just knew. weeks kept going by and missing you was even worse. i swear, i was so close to calling you or coming here to your door so many times. just knew you wouldn’t pick up nor let me in.”
you hum distractedly, agreeing with him. “you’re right about that.”
“and it would have been perfectly fair that you hadn’t. i was such a fucking jerk to you. i sound like a broken record but you don’t know how sorry i am for what i put you through. i think i skipped my middle life crisis just to have it this year when i realised i’d left you just to realise i fucking loved you more than i think i ever loved anyone in me life.”
you raise your head at that. that’s a big statement. you straighten yourself up, still on top of him. “Noel… that’s saying a lot.”
he’s resting his head on the couch, admiring your shiny face, completely enamoured. his right hand moves the hair away from your face to get a better look at you, the metal of his rings grazing your cheekbone as he holds you. “i… i mean it. i don’t think i’ve ever felt for anyone what i feel about you.”
he’s wading into dangerous waters. you hesitate as you adjust yourself over him nervously, “you… you have children with two other women. like, you’ve actually created real little humans with them which are half you. don’t be thick. i’m not expecting you to tell me all of this, don’t try so hard.”
he sighs at your rejection. why can he convey his emotions so well when he pours them into his songs but he cannot do it now? “‘s… ‘s different. anais mum… we were high as fuck for most of it. i just wanted the family, the picture. thought it was expected of me. but we never really… when the baby was eight months old we’d already separated. and then…”
“your wife,” you mutter shamefully.
“it’s… it’s complicated… it is. she is… was… we had something, yeah, much better. but… there’s always been this… disconnect… don’t know… how to explain… you’re different. you just… get me. i can just… be. with you. i feel like calm water.”
you play with his chain necklace. he’s… telling you all you ever wanted to hear from him. that you meant to him as much as he meant to you. it would be so good for it to be truth. you’re desperate to believe him.
“isn’t it ‘cause… ‘cause I’m young and all that? like the forbidden fruit and stuff? adam and eve?” you’re putting yourself on the line. all your insecurities lying in front of him for him to stomp all over you if he wants to. he holds that power.
he denies gently with his head, both hands holding your face now, bringing your lips softly to his sweetly.
“i thought it was, that’s why i thought i could cut you off the way i did. thought i could… don’t know… go get it somewhere else,” he clears his throat uncomfortably at that and you frown, mad again when you remember he fucked other women the time you were apart, trying to find with them the rush only you could give him, “… then, i knew. ‘s all you i love. not the sex, though i won’t lie, that helps a lot. but… you’re it for me, doll.”
you massage his chest tenderly, drawing a deep breath from him, “i… i want to believe you, Noel.”
“please, do. i just… need some time.”
you kiss the corner of his mouth, a shy “‘kay,” leaving your lips. his arms circle your naked back and he presses you against his chest, your head falling on his shoulder as you kiss his neck sweetly. “i love you so much.”
“i love you more,” he whispers into your hair.
you close your eyes and are about to suggest you should go upstairs to take a much needed shower, when you’re both brought out of your warm stupor by the doorbell ringing.
“the fuck is it?” he complains tiredly.
you jump like a spring on top of him, grabbing his arm where his watch is and looking at the time.
“fuck! oh my god, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
“what is it?” he was dozing off and is now bothered by you freaking out on his lap, scrambling to get off him.
“chris was coming over tonight!! i completely forgot!!! get up, get up, get up!!!” you’re hyperventilating as you rushedly gather all the clothes scattered all around the sitting room and place them on his arms. Noel is standing naked on the spot with a clueless look on his face. it’s like his brain’s short-circuited.
“what you staring at?! move!! upstairs!!” you push him towards the staircase and he acquiesces before he reacts, “oh, shite!! you’re naked, doll, can’t answer the door like that!”
“don’t you think i fucking know that, old man?! go!!”
you rush towards the door and try to sound as nonchalant and breezy as you can, “yeah?” you ask behind it breathlessly.
chris is waiting outside, bottle of cheap wine on his hands, “it’s me, button! everything alright? were you sleeping?”
“yeah...” you mutter nervously, “hold on a second, be right with you!”
you rush upstairs to look for your bathrobe, hanging behind your bedroom door. Noel is already there, folding your rumpled clothes after turning on the fan to make the air circulate. it’s bloody hot. he sees you put on the robe and you’re about to head back downstairs but he stops you: “uhm, doll?”
“what?!” you ask annoyed. he’s not getting the urgency of the situation and you’re going to start spiralling any moment now.
he chokes before he points at you. he has the decency to look ashamed, “should… should wash your face before you open the door. there’s… there’s dry cum on your cheek,” he scratches the back of his head uncomfortably.
you squeal dramatically and turn beet red. you’re a fucking mess, he’s right. you push him away and rush to the bathroom, splashing your face with fresh water and trying to put a comb through the birdnest you usually call hair. you look utterly and thoroughly fucked. fuck.
you rush downstairs as you trip over yourself and throw some air freshener into the room. the whole place reeks of sex. there’s a cum stain on the couch. you put a cushion over it and you throw Noel’s trainers in the entry closet before you greet chris.
“hiii… sorry for making you wait.”
he stares at you, a bit thrown off. you give him a quick hug and avoid his kiss. something’s off. he makes his way in and he notices the whole place is a bit untidy. “… is everything ok?”
you sigh and lead him to the kitchen. you don’t want him anywhere near that couch. you’ve just seen your torn yellow knickers lying by the foot of it and you’re praying he doesn’t look around. you’re an awful person. but you’re going to be direct with him. he doesn’t deserve any of this.
“chris, i… i saw my ex.” straight to the bone.
when you started dating, you’d both shared a bit of your previous history, so he knew you’d been seeing someone married and that he had hurt you pretty badly. you feel awful about the entire situation.
he pales at your words. he really hadn’t seen that coming, even if you were acting crazy weird and looked like a train had ran over you. “when?” he asks astonished.
you don’t know what to do with yourself so you open the fridge and pour yourself a glass of water. you offer some to him but he declines, mouth closed in a thin line. “he came by the bakery when i was closing,” you slightly alter the facts without changing the story so much, “… and we… we talked… he explained some things… we…”
he cuts to the chase, impatient and clearly getting angry at you, “you slept with him?”
you take a deep breath and look into his eyes, “yes.”
“in here? you look a right mess.”
you feel your face redden under his scrutiny. he’s spot on, as usual. there’s no point in lying to him. “yes.”
he swallows before he nods repeatedly and rakes his hand through his face, “fucking great. alright, alright,” he’s muttering to himself as he turns around and goes towards the foyer, going through the sitting room at a quick pace. he’s grabbing his backpack and crossing it over his shoulder, ready to head out.
you deserve it, you’re a right cunt when he’s been nothing but a perfectly adorable boyfriend to you, but you don’t want it to end like this. it might be too late though, you’ve already fucked everything up. “chris, wait!” you trail behind him it, “i’m so so sorry! i didn’t expect this! it’s just…”
he turns to look at you, and you find not only anger but sadness in his eyes as well. you’re breaking his heart. “‘s fine. i get it. you don’t look a tiny bit sorry, though. look properly shagged, that’s what you look. guess you had some fun in the last four hours,” he spits venomously.
you further tighten your robe around your body, trying to cover yourself self-consciously. you don’t want him to see the marks on your collarbone, on your chest. but he doesn’t need to. you’ve never been left in a state like the one you’re now after having sex with him. only a blind person wouldn’t see it. “chris… ‘s not like that. i… you know i care about you, deeply. but this…”
“don’t bullshit me. you’re being incredibly daft, you know that, right?” he’s clearly upset.
“you… i… i don’t expect you to understand, it’s just…”
“no, i understand alright!” he interrupts you angrily, “you’re gonna throw everything away for that arsehole, again. jesus fucking christ, what’d he tell you this time? he’s signing divorce papers? ink’s drying as we speak?”
his cynicism is cutting right through you, but it’s so difficult to argue with him when he’s making some very good points. but you cannot rationalise it, not now. “it’s… not like that, but… things are different now, he’s… and i… i am… i lo-”
he swallows loudly, trying not to cry in front of you as he cuts you off, “i know. i know how you felt about him. just thought i’d make you get over him after all these months… guess i was wrong.”
your eyes swell with tears, “it wasn’t you… it’s me. i’m the one who’s a mess.”
he smiles at you dejectedly before grabbing the doorknob, “just… i hope he’s worth it and that he’s leaving his wife for you. or you’ll be regretting this. you. him. that fucked up thing you got going on. again.”
that’s the last thing he says before he slams the door soundly behind him, leaving you alone in your sitting room with a few tears running down your face. this was a disaster. he was so good to you and you were a cunt. but.. you’ve made your choice.
and your choice is waiting for you upstairs. probably even heard everything and all. chris didn’t exactly keep his voice down, quite the opposite. you dry your tears with the back of your hand and go back to the kitchen. you refill your glass and pour one for Noel before you head back upstairs.
once you make your entrance into the bedroom, you see him. he’s been lying in bed under the fan and he sits back once he sees you come in. you place both glasses on your night table and he reaches for one as you take your robe off and hang it again. it’s bloody one thousand degrees. it’s like nine pm, how can it still be this hot?
you lie tiredly on top of the covers and close your eyes as he finishes his glass of water. “well… that was a downer. but it’s done,” you mumble exhaustedly.
his fingers trace idle patterns over your tummy, fidgeting with your belly-button ring. “heard it all, doll. the lad really cared for you. made me feel like a fucker.”
you cover your face with your hands. “we’re horrible people, Noel.”
he continues caressing you as he pulls your hands away, “we’re not. you’re not, at least. i’ve done some pretty bad things in the past. i’ve wished people to catch aids and die, that’s worse than this.”
you snort and concede to his argument. he continues softly, “you did what you had to do. you didn’t drag him around… just feel bad for the geezer. he lost the most precious bird in the world in the blink of an eye. he had a right to be a bit sore about it.”
“he was right about everything,” you whisper.
Noel swallows before he continues. he’s heard everything and he wants to get your mind off things. he doesn’t want you asking him for any deadlines or ultimatums or anything yet. he’s just gotten you back, after all. he wants to savour you.
“you… you made the right call.”
your eyes find his, expectant, “yeah?”
he nods before his hand trails lower, tips of his fingers marking the trail of your abdomen towards your mound of venus. “it was a bit of a mindfuck.”
“what?” you hum distractedly, eyes closed and relaxing under his ministrations. the ceiling fan is a white noise above you both. there’s not a cusp of wind entering through the open window, just the sound of an idle cricket outside, the street dead silent.
“knowing you were downstairs… with him… traces of me cum all over you beneath your robe,” his fingers are now playing with your nether lips. he softly pushes your legs apart so you spread them open a bit more, to give him room to work. he’s pinching your sticky flesh delicately, still a mix of arousal and sweat down there. isn’t it a bit disgusting you both get off so much on being so dirty for one another? you cannot think straight at this moment.
“did you… did you let him cum in you?”
you sigh deeply, eyes still closed as he leans further into you, fingers finding your swollen clit again. how can you start dripping for him so quickly? you are asking yourself so many questions tonight.
“mmmhmm… no, daddy. always… oh… always wore a condom. only… only you can cum inside of me,” you answer softly. you don’t dare to look at him.
“my good girl,” he’s so pleased that he pushes a finger into you. fuck, you’ve missed this so fucking much. you arch slightly off the bed, moaning sweetly. “you came twice but me cum’s still dripping from you…” his stare is fixed on your cunt, and he settles between your legs, opening them widely and staring at it hungrily.
with his free hand he spreads your lips obscenely, adding another finger. his mouth waters at the sight of your creamy hole, fresh slickness and old cum lubricating you. he doesn’t think that’s enough, so he closes in to spit lewdly on you, pushing his saliva into you in a come-hither motion. your body is undulating sensually in a slow rhythm, following the pace he’s set. “did he eat you out?”
“Noel…” you complain softly as you cover your face, throwing your head back.
he adds a third finger, massaging you just like you like it. he doesn’t need any directions and knows the exact angle to hit your spot and make you cum in no time. his other hand is petting your clit softly, spreading your arousal over it. you’re all puffy and red for him.
“c’mon… want to know everything,” he’s so sick and arrogant.
you choke on a moan before you comply embarrassedly, “some… sometimes… i didn’t… didn’t like it much.”
he perks up at that and raises his eyebrows, fastening his pace as you drip on the covers. the wet sounds are deafening, “why’s that? you love it when i lick you.”
fucking bastard. your hips are moving against him, body on fire as he taunts you and your poor now ex boyfriend, “didn’t… didn’t do it like you, daddy! not as good,” you’re all whines and don’t even want to look at him. you’re going to cum on the spot if you do.
he chuckles smugly at that, “wow, look at that… only i know how to get you there, right? you only scream like a whore f’ me?”
you’re going to explode. his fingers are drilling you at a slow pace and you’re at the end of your tether. you squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples harshly as you cry out, “yes, daddy, please!”
he starts circling your clit and spits on you again, making a further mess as you go rigid under him and leak all over his hand. your screams can be heard outside through the open window as you arch into the air and a thin layer of sweat covers your entire body, legs closing over his hands as you orgasm stridently. you can hear his soft chuckles as he keeps petting you, now one hand keeping your thigh open so you don’t strangle him accidentally, “there you go… one more for daddy.”
when you come down he makes it a point to go back up and lie next to you, putting his wet fingers in your open mouth and choking you with them, “taste us for me, doll… taste how wet you get for me.”
you’re out of your own body. you gag on his fingers as your tongue circles them alluringly. you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes and you let him press them to the back of your throat before you choke and he laughs, taking them out just to clean them on one of your tits, getting you all wet with your own spit.
“my beautiful girl… love you so much,” he’s caressing your sweaty forehead and you open your eyes, seeing a mix of love and lust in him.
“love you, daddy… you make me cum so hard,” you mumble in between soft kisses.
“i know, babydoll… no one like me, right?”
you agree weakly with him as he softly turns you around, placing you face down on the bed and setting a pillow under your tummy.
“you gonna let me lick you, now? been dying to taste your dirty cunt,” he whispers in your ear as you moan. another? you’d forgotten how it was like to cum more than once. you’re on your fourth of the night and he wants to keep pleasuring you.
“daddy…” you whine into the sheets as you press yourself into the pillow beneath you. he’s right behind you, making you bend your knees and raise your arse up, laying in prone for him, legs wide open so he can place himself between them. he always finds the most mortifying positions for you.
he massages your butt cheeks adoringly, looking down at you. it feels so good, but you’re so wound up you’re unable to relax. he spreads you open with his hands and you hear him smirk behind you, “if he didn’t even eat cunt well, i’m guessing you didn’t let him anywhere near your arse, right?” he really is running out of questions to humiliate you tonight. he knows he owns your pleasure.
you deny into the pillows and muffle a scream when he spanks you, “speak up. i won’t tell you again.”
god. “no, daddy! ‘f course not. my arse is yours.”
he pets your wet cunt with his fingers as you turn your head around and look at him behind you. you’re being so submissive to him that he could fuck you again if he weren’t so sensitive.
“good…” he’s thoughtful as he puts two fingers in your wet pussy again. “so… you’ve not had anything inside you in a full year? arse must be so tight f’ me.”
you flush at his words and deny with your head as best as you can in the position you’re in, but you cannot maintain eye contact. “i… not, not really… i, i played with myself, daddy,” you confess shyly, blushing deeply.
he’s pleasantly surprised at that, “oh! my naughty girl played with her arse? what did you do? poor posh professor had his hands full with you… didn’t know how to tame this wild little thing,” he chuckles smugly.
he’s still fucking you with his fingers and spreads your cheeks with the other hand to let a glob of spit fall on your rosebud. the feeling of it trickling down into your slit is heavenly.
you sink your face into the pillow, “played w-with the plugs you’d gifted me… my d-dildo… other things,” you mumble.
you are going to kill him. Noel leans over your sweaty back, still playing with you as he asks in your ear, extremely interested, “what things? don’t be shy and tell daddy.”
you moan whorishly and hide yourself. “i… i… the b-bedframe knob. a couple of nights.”
he swears loudly and gets off you quickly, turning you around and kissing you messily. you’re dizzy in his arms and he’s pushing you towards the end of the bed. “show me.”
he’s looking at you as if he could eat you right now. your blushed cheeks are bright, eyes hazy with pleasure. “Noel, i can’t. i… i need to prep a bit, you know that.”
his cock is hard and it looks painful. he’s not even touching it as he makes you stand at the foot of the bed, feral after what you’ve just told him. “i know, i know… just, fuck yourself on it, don’t care, just need to see it.”
you cannot say no to that. you cannot say no to anything he asks of you, really. you hesitate a bit but his eyes are encouraging, letting you know you’re safe with him. you approach the right end of the bedframe. it’s made of painted white iron, the end bar crowned by a thick knob that’s the perfect size. that’s why you tried it out in the first place, on a desperate and lonely night. “i… i used to put lube on it first,” you whisper timidly when you look up to him, grabbing the knob in your tiny hand and standing right next to it.
Noel is sitting on the bed, licking his lips, “don’t need it now, doll. you’re all soaked, you’ll sink right down.”
you nod nervously and prop one foot on the bed, squatting over the iron frame and the knob. he encourages you softly as you lower yourself over it, slick walls opening for it and swallowing the entire knob on the first try. he was right. it’s so fucking thick you let out a loud moan.
“fuck me, my cock hurts,” Noel grumbles lustily as he grabs the base of his dick to relieve himself, not going anywhere near his tip. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve seen in my whole life. i love you so much. ride it f’ me, babygirl.”
he’s speechless as you obey and start undulating your hips up and down. he sees your cunt stretched by the knob every time you raise up, the iron soaked in your arousal as you drop down again slowly. “daddy… it feels so fucking good.”
“yeah? did you fuck the bedframe when you missed me?”, he’s out of breath already.
you nod eagerly as you fasten your pace. “put it… i-in my cunt… m-my arse if i was too horny. ‘s thicker than my toy,” your eyes are filled with tears of pleasure. you want to get off on it for him.
“whore. you’re so filthy. putting anything you can up your holes. remember when i fucked you with a bottle?”
you whine pitifully and massage your tit with one hand, “god, yes. felt so good inside me.”
“you’ll just use anything to get off. bitch in heat. ‘m gonna fuck you with whatever’s handy next time. a fucking cucumber. or a microphone,” he’s rambling, completely entranced, “what d’ya think?”
his words are making you spiral. you spit on your tit and lift it to twirl your tongue around your nipple, getting goosebumps all over. the bedframe is soaked, slick running down the white bar end every time the knob leaves your hot cunt. “please, daddy. fuck all my holes however you want.”
“jesus fucking christ. look at how you’re swallowing it. you gonna cum on it? your cunt’s all swollen.”
you bring your fingers to your clit and massage harshly as you keep riding the knob, a low moan leaving your body as pleasure hits you suddenly and you let little squirts of cum soak the bed. you manage to move quickly and fall on the mattress face down before your legs give up, still massaging your clit, eager to prolong your orgasm.
you’re still cumming, mind completely blank as you expect to come down, but Noel’s already pushed you further into bed and raised your arse to lick you entirely. you scream as you feel his tongue finally in contact with your cunt after so fucking long. you’re still trembling and he holds you tight, spreading your legs to go up to your bum and lick around it, tongue teasing you before dipping into you. “god, daddy! lick me, please, please, please!”
he doesn’t answer, tongue slurping as he collects all the fluids and makes a further mess of you. he stays in your arsehole for a few minutes, alternating between circling and fucking it with his tongue. you are about to explode again and he notices it, and the bastard decides to edge you. he dives down into your cunt again, one hand pinching your clit as the other parts your lips and he collects the arousal from your puffy lips. he bites them softly, nipping them from behind and focusing more on your left one, as he knows you’re most sensitive there.
your face is smashed against the mattress and you’re drooling over the covers, unable to move under his ministrations, just whimpering pitifully. he licks you thoroughly, fat slurps over your entire cunt before he sticks his tongue inside you and drinks your arousal, penetrating you shallowly. it’s all too much and you reach your high once more, ecstatic to feel him down there again, sucking your dirty cunt hungrily and getting you overstimulated.
you muffle your screams into the bed and, once you feel you can’t take it anymore, you turn around trembling, grabbing his grey locks tightly and bringing him back up. half his face is soaked and you lick his cheek before melting into a needy kiss. “no more, daddy, please… i’m gonna pass out.”
he laughs into your mouth and deepens the kiss but he acquiesces, hugging your waist and turning you both to your sides as you come face to face, legs entwined and breathing into each other’s mouths.
you feel his hard cock pressing against your tummy and your hand descends, eager to help him out even if you can barely move. but he stops you quickly, “i’m going to go into cardiac arrest if you touch me. i’m hard as fuck but that’s just because you are so bloody hot. there’s no way i’m cumming again tonight, i’m too bloody sensitive.”
you laugh into his lips. “have i finally wore you out, daddy?”
he rests on his back and hugs you with one arm, bringing your head into his sweaty chest as you both close your eyes, the fan still turning on the ceiling.
“i think you have,” he sighs tiredly, a pleased smile drawing on his face.
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