pairing: early 2000s! noel gallagher x reader
wc: angst; miscommunication; discussion of domestic violence; discussion of kink; boundaries; smut; unprotected sex; oral sex; situations of dubious consent
summary: a glimpse into Noel's new relationship in the 2000s. Him and his girl share a great chemistry but... are they communicating everything they're feeling? What seems to be an isolated event further escalates, so... let's find out! Please, read the wc as the content may be triggering
author's note: this is different from what I've written so far, but I wanted to give a little bit of angst a try. Ironically, I think this imaginary Noel comes closer to the actual Noel than how I usually picture him to be like. But oh well, I guess we'll never know! This came to me because I think this man really really, but like... REALLY, needs therapy. And also because talking is healthy! If you're in a relationship, don't be afraid to speak up and share your feelings and wants with your loved one! Ok I'll stop now as I didn't major in Psychology, thank you all love you all thanks so much for reading!!
you really needed this day off work. life had been pretty hectic lately - crazy deadlines, intolerant clients, too many family birthdays - and on top of that your blooming relationship. that wasn’t a hardship on itself, no, not at all, it actually brought you so much joy, but your boyfriend came with… baggage. that was the polite way to put it. though you couldn’t really expect anything different. you decided to date Noel fucking Gallagher of all people.
global rock and roll star, infamously known for uttering the most controversial opinions whenever a mic was put on his face, a coke head, groupie-fucker and irreverent troublemaker, paired with his little brother they were an unstoppable force. well, at least that’s how the tabloids presented him. but he’d really calmed down in the last couple of years. newly-divorced, father to a two-year old, freshly off opioids and with a renewed drive to make music, that’s when you met him.
in a fucking dentist waiting room of all places. there was nothing less sensual than that. but hey, you both had a few pieces that needed to be patched up. you coincided in two appointments, he made polite small talk, on the third one he asked you out for a pint. it had all been so… domestic. you don’t meet a rock star like that. but there you go. six months of casual meet-ups, nonchalant “hey, y’ up? c’mon over, i’ll send you a car”, and a handful of quickies in his studio when you were on your lunch break, all led to you being his official girlfriend.
and he has been fucking great. not at all what you’d pictured him to be like after years of seeing his face splashed on tv shows and hearing him address interviewers with a guarded contempt. he really toned it down since he quit drugs - at least this is what you’ve gathered after hearing oh so many anecdotes about his wild days. you’re yet to see him play live, since when you met oasis had just wrapped up a world tour and he’s been scooped in the studio for the last few months, working on their new project.
he’s oddly sweet with you, something you hadn’t anticipated when you started hooking up. not in an overt, buy-you-flowers-and-gift-you-expensive-jewellery sort of way, but he showed it in little things. how he remembered your favourite ben & jerry’s and always brought a pint for you whenever he was in for dinner. how he paid attention when you told him about your favourite vacation as a child - brighton beach with your parents and brother - and he whisked you away for an impromptu gateway weekend there, just the two of you. how he would smoke outside even if he was “fucking freezing his bollocks off” because he knew you hated the smell in your house. how he looked at you and kissed your forehead when he saw you braiding his daughter’s golden locks the first time he took her to meet you. yes, Noel Gallagher, notorious rockstar, was an amazing boyfriend.
well, he was most of days. today was not one of them. you had been making the most out of your free time - finished a half-read book, cleaned up the entire house, organised your drawers, cooked a full home-made meal to treat him tonight - you really were a busy bee. you were working through a pile of dirty clothes and loading the washing machine when you heard the keys and the front door closing loudly. excited about seeing him, you smile to yourself and, feeling naughty and frisky, you take off the pair of knickers you’re wearing and toss them in the machine before closing the door. you are wearing an oversized jumper of his that goes down to your knees, so you’re entirely covered.
you skip through the sitting room expecting to see him there, ready to greet you, but it’s empty. confused, you turn around and then you hear the distant sound of the fridge being closed and a faint mumbling coming from the kitchen. you pad your way there and find Noel curved over the counter, clicking the beer open against it with his hand over the little cap- you hate it when he does that, use a bottle opener, you caveman! - still talking to himself in angry whispers.
“well, hello mr grumpy, no ‘honey, i’m home!’ for me today?” you jokingly grab him by his waist and kiss his shoulder blade over his jacket. he turns in your arms, sneaking his own around you as he still keeps the beer in one hand, softly kissing your head as he grunts “hey love, really needed a drink.”
you look up to him and gaze into his tired eyes as he takes a swig of the lager. “what happened? we were looking forward to spending the afternoon together,” you pout at him.
his hand swifts through your back before he leans back up from the counter and moves you over to the side. “fucking tosser getting to the studio three hours late and then wasting me bloody time missing the key in every tune ‘cause he was too fucking hangover-“ he rambles grouchily as he heads directly into the sitting room and makes his way over to the sofa, not paying you any mind as you drag your feet behind him. liam. of bloody course. you could trust your rowdy brother-in-law to ruin a perfectly well planned stay at home day. you breathe in deeply.
“… and he made me stay over to re-record the voice-overs cause he said I sounded weird, can ye fuckin believe that? he needs his fuckin’ ears checked. me! sounding weird! and made me miss almost the entire city match cause he cannot tell the time to be punctual, not even to save his sorry arse! move over, love, not made of glass now, are ye? got in just in time to watch the last five minutes.”
he moves you - softly, but still moves you - because you happen to be standing right in front of the tv. he’s too busy drinking his stupid lager, getting his jacket and trainers off and unbuttoning his worn out jeans before slumping into the sofa, turning the tv on to see the end of that stupid football match. he picks his bensons from the coffee table and lights one on, not even bothering to take an ashtray from the shelf. you feel smoke starting to come out of your ears, your face heating up, but you stay calm.
“Noel, baby, we’d say we’d spend the afternoon together, remember? with me taking the day off work and all…”
“yeah yeah, just shut it for a bit and then i’ll be right with you.” his stupid face is staring at the tv screen, completely ignoring you as he takes a drag of the cig and starts his cursing again, now not directed to liam but rather to a city football player that just lost the ball.
you try to remember that he’s usually a sweetheart. that you have an amazing time with him. he’s always so caring. but it’s proving to be very difficult as you see how he ignores you completely, letting cigarette ashes fall into your very much clean and recently vacuumed floor. you clench your teeth before talking again to him, sugarcoated words but really wanting to strangle him as you insist “but i had a few things in mind for us, was really excited to see y-“
“fuckin tosser, that’s bloody foul! where’s the red card? tottenham‘s fucking bought this ref off, let me tell you! and those bloody wankers who can’t get three passes right…”
he’s completely absorbed in his little man-bubble as he swears to the screen, ignoring his partially dressed gorgeous girlfriend in favour of eleven awful players. you really don’t get men’s minds. but you won’t let him ruin the day, the match is almost finished now. you do want him to suffer a bit though, for disturbing your peace because of his stupid brother and his stupid match.
you go to the kitchen and grab a beer for yourself, opening it with the magnet opener like a civilised person does, and make your way back to the living room, taking a seat in the settee that’s next to the sofa where Noel’s currently splayed, still cussing at the ref. you take a swig of the beer as you watch him intently. it bothers you that he’s so fucking good-looking even when you’re mad at him and he’s acting like a right knobhead. you see his happy trail peeking from his opened trousers, his black shirt slightly ridden, pale skin catching your eye. you scan up into his recently cut hair - that cut makes him look so fucking handsome. short, rugged. fuck him.
you pick up your new book from the coffee table and start reading it, as you hear the match coming to an end and his irritated ramble “this is why i rushed for? to see two clear chances missed? they fuckin need to get a grip…” he’s back to talking to himself as if he were the team’s coach.
you keep reading in indolence as he sighs exasperated and turns the tv off. he guzzles the end of his lager and lays back on the cushions closing his eyes and stretching his arms, butt of the cigarette burning on his lips. he turns to his side to stare at you, wearing a “here i am, talk to me” look that you blatantly ignore.
“match’s over,” he mumbles as he puts the cig out. you continue to give him the cold shoulder as you turn to the next page, completely focused on the book.
“hiya, love, ‘m here for you,” at least he’s sounding a bit sheepish, acknowledging he’s been acting as a fucking tosser since he walked in.
you turn your attention back to him as you coldly utter “‘s okay, it seems you have a lot going on,” before you go back to the book.
he moves closer to the end of the couch, laying his stupid pretty face on the armrest and making eyes at you: “was a bit stressed… sorry about that. can i say hi properly now?”
“no, baby, i’m busy now. we’ll have to postpone our plans.”
he knows he fucked up. you had cleared your schedule to spend some quality time with him and he’s been a prick. he sulks as his hand slowly goes to caress your thigh, legs folded under yourself, all guilty “c’mon, love… i’m all yours. what did you have in mind?”
you pat his hand away swiftly as you snap your book shut and unfold your legs slowly - with his head laying over his hand on the armrest he has a perfect view of your lap - and you make sure to open your legs wide and stretch your arms above your head, the jumper you’re wearing ridding up and showing him your very much naked cunt on the settee.
his head almost falls off the couch and he snaps as if burnt by something. you have been bare beneath your clothes this whole time? and he’s been ranting about fuckin liam?? “fuck’s sake love, you were waiting for me like this?” he chokes as he straightens back up and tries to grab your leg. you slap him away as you get up from the settee, indifferent as you lay the book on the table “you’re in a bad mood and i’ve got things to do now.” and you go your way out.
he is quick to follow you like a lost puppy as you put away some dishes in the kitchen, “c’mon doll, you’re not telling me you’re gonna do chores now?”
“yes, Noel. go watch your stupid football and leave me alone,” you’re not giving him an inch.
“but… but you took your knickers off! c'mon, don’t be daft. i’m here. want to be with you.”
you are enjoying playing hard to get. he came here with all this bad juju, you’re gonna make him work for it. you don’t answer as you move past him and go to the small laundry room where the washing machine is still going.
you start organising the cleaning products cupboard and you feel him trailing behind you. “love. give me a break. i know y’ want me here, asked me to come, why would you wait for me like this then if you don’t?”
you turn to look at him, and you notice he’s a bit frustrated about the situation already. he was in a bad mood to start with, after all. you are driving some sick pleasure in denying him. “you didn’t want it, Noel. so now you can’t get it.”
“just because i watched the last five minutes of the match?” he scoffs now, “and whatcha gonna do? you’re seriously telling me you’re gonna stay standing in here until the fucking laundry is done?”
“got nothing better to do,” you dismiss him offhandedly as you turn your back on him and bend down to pick up a stray clothes peg. you snicker silently as you feel the air hit your bare pussy, fully on display for him.
“fuck you,” that’s all you hear before you feel him come up behind you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you up. he makes you drop the clothes peg and the bottle of detergent you were holding in your other hand on the floor as he roughly moves you and bends you over the working washing machine.
“Noel! the fuck are you do-aaahh” you try to push against him but you choke on a moan as you’re bent and feel him drag your jumper up, hand going immediately to your cunt.
“ye sayin’?” oh boy, he’s pissed. he’s pissed and arrogant. “all that talk and moody face and you’re walking ‘round all wet?” he’s dragging two fingers over your lips, spreading the slick you’ve been concealing from him since you heard him start begging. he’s parting your folds and circling your hole, not going in nor up to touch your clit, teasing you as he keeps you down with the other hand.
“you didn’t want me, so get off me, you arsehole!” you try to stand up just to piss him off but he firmly pushes you back, making you arch your spine as he keeps taunting you with his finger pads.
“tsk, tsk… don’t buy it, love… look how ye’re opening those legs f’me… you were dying for me to touch your sloppy cunt,” he snarks as he pushes two fingers inside, groaning lowly as he feels how hot you are for him, dripping into his hand. “all soaked walking ‘round… waiting for me to come home and give it to you good, right?”
you don’t answer him, trying miserably to drown your pleasured moans so he doesn’t know how relieved you are to feel him inside. “preferred the fucking tv over me,” you spat, voice muffled as your head is pressed over the machine.
“just for five minutes, doll,” he laughs mockingly as he strokes you with his fingers, tight pussy closing around them every time he pushes out. his vigorous movements are hitting you in that perfect spot he knows how to find so well, the bastard. “don’t be a cunt now and let me fuck you… isn’t that what you planned? why you stayed home today? wanted my cock so bad that you skipped work fer it?”
“god” you’re squirming against his hand, basically fucking yourself on it, as he manages to slip his jeans and boxers low enough to take his hard cock out, slapping it over your arse.
“c’mon love, stop acting all bratty. i’ll give you what you want.”
he quickly takes his fingers out of you, but before you can complain, you feel his thick meat enter you swiftly, drawing a high moan from you. he starts thrusting up at a quick pace, not even giving you a moment to get used to his size as he usually does.
“there we go, that’s what you wanted right? all naked waiting for me to put it in. so needy for me,” he moans lowly as you clench around him and start pushing back, eager for his cock. fuck him, he’s so good, you cannot stay mad at him.
you feel him grab your waist with both hands, grounding himself on you to push harder, being much rougher than he usually is. he’s making you hit the washing machine with your lower abdomen and your mound, and the vibrations coming from the appliance are giving you a shock of pleasure you didn’t expect. Noel picks up on it and laughs cockily “you getting off on the machine? you’re being so fucking naughty today” he presses harder into you, cock never leaving your cunt and watching you tremble beneath him. “not wanting me to watch the game… then denying me your cunt while drippin’ for it.”
he suddenly withdraws from you and you cry, turning over to see why he’s stopped fucking you. “don’t fret, love,” he shushes you as he picks you up and sits you right on top of the washing machine, the vibrations hitting your soaked cunt. your eyes shut in pleasure and a silent moan leaves your open mouth, letting the feeling take over you entire body. Noel’s quick to drag you a bit closer to him, entering you again in a swift motion as he groans lowly and looks down at the two of you joined, your legs trembling as you circle them around him and he grabs your waist with a strong grip. your foreheads touch, breathing into one another with mouths ajar open as you squeeze him tight, earning a groan from him.
“cheeky girl, leaking for the washer?” he licks your lips as you grind against him, the feel of his thick cock inside so good, the machine moving beneath you and making your legs shake, his coarse hairs brushing your swollen clit.
“shut the fuck up and fuck me,” you spit, biting his lip and pushing your feet into his arse to make him drive deeper into you. god, his cock is so fuckin big you feel it everywhere. he’s quick to oblige, pushing you harder into both him and the machine, the contact drawing loud moans from you as you feel you’re being speared on his cock, stimulated in all the right places. he’s sucking and licking your neck, whispering nonsense into your ear: “that’s it love, get off on me, want to see you cum on me cock, that’s all you wanted.”
“yes Noel, please, please give it to me,” you’ve dropped your facade now, almost there, feeling your toes curl over his skin, heat spreading through your body. his frantic pace is driving you up up up, the friction making you see stars behind your closed lids.
“be good and cum on me, please love,” he pleads as you feel your cunt clench impossibly tight, your legs squeezing around him as you are struck by lightning, orgasm hitting you hard as he pounds into you.
“thaaat’s me girl, gettin’ me all wet… so hot for me,” Noel’s lost his rhythm now, bruising you as his hips bump into you even harder, “cumming for you, love, take it, take it all…” his words become unintelligible as you feel him spill into you, hot cum filling your insides in angry spurts. you moan wantonly at that. you feel so wanted every time he comes inside of you, and he loves it too. he keeps thrusting, movements slowing down as his hands relax their strong grip on you and they go up to hold your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss.
you both laugh into it, all tongues and spit, and you part with a soft sigh, taking his hand and giving it soft pecks. “you not mad at me anymore, love?” he asks smirking as he leans his face into yours, body feeling tired after the angry fuck you just had.
you laugh softly and it turns into a shameless moan when you feel him leave you, cum dripping onto the washing machine, which has also just finished its cycle, right on time. you both look down at your swollen cunt, feeling lightheaded and horny again as it leaks onto the machine. he brings his fingers to you and starts playing with the mess, softly pushing it back into you as you keen quietly and bring him closer to you “it really depends.”
“on what?” he sweetly challenges, fingers playing with your hair down there and soiling your curls with his cum.
“help me hang the wet clothes and then i’ll stop being mad. and i’ll suck your cock before dinner,” you whisper in between soft pecks over his face as you grab your softening length.
he chokes a bit as he finds your mouth again “got yourself a deal, missy.”
it had been a good week. your day off was very good after that small hiccup, done and dealt with with that incensed fuck in the laundry room. Noel helped you with a few chores and then you managed to sit him down to watch a soppy romcom - your favourite kind of movie - while he complained a little bit. you caught him sniffing a bit at the end, though, the big sap. he liked to pretend all tough guy, bad boy rockstar meanie, but he was so soft behind that armour. you kept your promise and treated him to a sloppy blowie right before dinner, and then you slept tangled in his arms. it was a perfect day.
now, you just spent the saturday out and about with him and anais, taking advantage of the odd sunny day in london. the girl is a sweetheart. you took her to hyde park to feed the swans, and then to the peter pan statue, both her and her father entranced as you all three sat down on the grass and you told the story, acting out all the parts, being pirate, fairy, and lost boys. you caught Noel with the corner of your eye, and he had the most adorable loving look for you as anais moved on his lap, excited about tinkerbell going over to the kids’ rescue. it pulled all the strings in your heart. this guy really made you feel… things. you wanted everything with him. after that, you walked around and Noel kept taking your hand in his, making you flutter all over. kept going on and on about how lovely “his girls” looked today.
after you dropped anais at her mum’s, you hit the pub to meet some of Noel’s friends. it was a raucous night, pint flowing after pint and cigarette butts piling up as you laughed and shared a good time. Noel was in a great mood, kept pulling you over to him and stealing kisses from you, nipping your neck, squeezing your bum whenever he could.
when you head back to yours, you’re all over him in the back of the cab. you had sex only three days ago, but he’s been making you crazy all day. ever since he fucked you in the laundry room, you’ve been hornier than usual. usually so kind and guarded, he had caught you off guard when he took matters into his hands so decidedly. he’d been so rough, so unrestrained in his desire for you that you feel he’s unlocked something new within you. and you long to explore that. you loved how he took what he needed from you, drawing pleasure from both of you as he followed his deeper impulses. you yearn to feel that again. he’s laughing against the back seat as you nip his neck and palm his hard bulge, aching to feel him inside you.
“easy there, love, don’t start something we can’t finish here,” he warns and steals a deep kiss from you, pulling your hand up to his chest bringing you closer to him. when you get home, you get off the car rushedly as he pays to the cabbie and trails after you, door already opened for him.
the way to your room is scattered with clothes, both of you incredibly eager to feel each other. shoes and boots are taken off, coats and belt messily discarded as he pushes you against the arch of your bedroom door, pushing your arms up as he licks down your neck and sinks his face into your cleavage, tongue caressing the top of your breasts as he fumbles with your blouse. “love your perfume, y’ get me so hard, love,” he mutters against you as he lifts the fabric and removes it from your body.
your chest heaves as you’re left in your bra and you return the favour, making him lift his own arms as you help him remove his shirt. his cross necklace dangles over his chest and you lean down to take it into your mouth as he grabs your legs and picks you up, taking you further into the room and throwing you on the bed as he covers your body with his. you join in a messy and loving kiss, tongues playing with one another as he pushes his hips into yours, the fabric of your trousers giving you a delicious friction. you moan in his open mouth and he starts kissing down your body, fingers stroking your arms slowly and lowering one strap of your bra, lips worshipping the soft skin of your breast.
he brings the lace down and his mouth is quick to encase your hardened nipple, eager tongue caressing it in hot, wet circles. “Noel, baby!” you arch your back into him in pleasure, your skin erupting in goosebumps as he looks up to you, lips opening but tongue still teasing your stiff bud. his other hand’s massaging your other tit above the lace, the rough feeling making your whole body tingle.
“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin as he goes down lower, licking your belly button and your tummy as his hands drift down. he pats your bum softly so you lift your hips up, helping him to remove your jeans. you oblige quickly, impatient to feel him back on you, but then he comes to a quick stop as he grips your hips “what is this?” his voice’s become cautious.
you sit up so you can take a look at his hands, currently moving the cotton of your panties and caressing the blemished skin. his thumbs are circling the bruises that formed on you in the last couple of days. you bring his face back up to yours as you explain offhandedly “it’s nothing, baby. i just bruised a bit after wednesday.”
“‘s this from wednesday? from when we fucked on the washing machine?” he’s gone oddly serious all of a sudden, fingers have not stopped touching you, pressing over your coloured skin.
“yeah but it’s nothing, probably because you gripped me a bit tighter for a moment. i don’t even feel them.” and it’s true. you only noticed them the morning after when you left the shower, and if you’re honest, seeing them got you wet. just that… raw mark of him on your skin. by seeing the bruises you felt his hands on you and it made you hot all over.
Noel’s not convinced. he sits down next to you in bed as he keeps moving the waist of your knickers lower, trying to gauge the damage. “they’re all over your right hip as well, love,” he worriedly presses his fingers onto the purple bruise. “’m so fuckin sorry! you should’ve stopped me, should’ve told me i was grabbing you too hard or pushing you too much onto the machine or-“
“Noel, Noel, baby!” you bring your index finger to his lips to shush him out as he starts spiralling and fussing over you “relax. i didn’t feel anything. not at the time, not after. and seeing them… actually made me sort of… raunchy.”
he looks up at you in shock “really?” he gulps.
“mmhm,” you nod and smile sweetly at him, fiddling with his chain cross absentmindedly as you look into his deep, guilt-tinted eyes. “made me so excited i actually had to take the matter into my own hands yesterday.”
“what… what did you do?” he’s completely lost for words as you push your leg over his lap and straddle him. you sit on top of his still hard cock, bumping it against your clothed core. “i was missing you so much i had to get in bed and touch myself. hadn’t done that since we started dating.”
he swallows as you start humping him slowly, whispering in his ear everything you did the day before. his hands are caressing your naked back as you bring yourself closer to him and whisper sultrily “kept thinking of how hard you fucked me… how i felt it in my tummy. how you didn’t even let me move. i had to put three fingers in. was so wet i had to change the sheets after.”
“fuckin hell,” Noel chokes as he pulls your hair and brings your lips to him, opening your mouth to invade you with his tongue. “you’re so hot, want to give you everything” he mumbles against your lips as he switches your positions and turns both of you over so you’re now lying beneath him, naked chests heaving and pressed together. he kisses you again and is quick to go down, getting his knees on the floor between your legs and bringing you closer to the edge of the bed.
you rest on your elbows so you can have a look at him. he’s got an adoring look as he stares first at you, then at your clothed core, as he whispers “so gorgeous, so soaked for me,” his thumb going to press the soggy patch that can be seen in the grey fabric. “all this for me, love?” he asks as he massages your clit over your knickers, giving you a delicious friction that earns soft moans from you. “all of it, baby, you get me so wet all the time,” your hips start humping the air so you meet his movements but he’s quick to stop you, a hand pressing softly over your tummy so you stay in bed.
“you’re perfect,” he utters before he starts mouthing at your clothed cunt, his spit getting the fabric even wetter. he wants to tease you but he’s too thirsty for you, moving the panties eagerly to the side with his nose and then sinking it in your core, sniffing soundly into you as you choke on a moan and fall back onto bed, grabbing his short hair and pushing him further into you roughly. you feel his nose parting your folds as his muffled voice goes “love your smell” before you feel his hot tongue lap at your wet cunt. he’s greedy and hungry, running over your lips and spitting into your clit before licking it all over again, getting you all messy.
“god… Noel, baby,” your hands drop from his head and you start playing with your tits, flicking your nipple as you try to move against his sinful mouth, but he’s keeping you firmly on the bed, hand over your belly as he laps at you like you are the best dessert he’s ever had. he comes up for a breather and looks at you, lips all red and tainted with your arousal “love your cunt, want to drown in it” before he dives in again, pointing his tongue and penetrating you shallowly with it as his other hand starts circling your swollen clit.
you can’t stand it, you try to be quiet but moans and cries are falling from your lips and it’s impossible to stop them, he’s making you lose your mind. no one, and you mean, no one, eats cunt like your Noel does. your dream is to smother him to death in between your legs, he’s so fucking good at it. journalists think he’s got a sharp tongue, but they don’t know how silky that tongue is when it’s stroking you. you feel him circle your opening with it before he dives back in, the bastard. your slick’s covered your inner thighs by now and he’s sticking his tongue in your hole as if there’s no tomorrow.
and his fucking fingers, oh god. calloused guitarist fingers. the way he’s pressing them against your clit, the combined efforts are making you swirl into a whirlwind of utter pleasure. your wanton mewls are getting out of control and then you feel him switch over, deft fingers moving down to your needy hole and two of them slipping right inside, hitting that spot that you love oh so much. devious mouth going up as you feel him spit again on your clit, just to take it into his mouth and suction hardly on it. your spine arches, mouth open in a silent scream as you feel his fingers fasten the pace, hitting you harder as you feel your wetness dripping from you, Noel’s eyes focused on you as he sucks your engorged clit, tickling it with his tongue.
you want to tell him you’re there but you cannot speak, both your hands taking his from over your tummy and raising your hips up to him, legs tightening harshly around his neck as he continues finger fucking you, hitting you so deep you’re leaking all over his hand, mouth and nose buried in your hairy cunt as you scream harshly and cum all over him in the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. he moans into your cunt, never stopping the pressure on you as he feels the droplets of cum hit his wrist, but he doesn’t stop the stimulus on your clit as you shake in his hands.
once the pleasure starts to subside, he’s able to open your thighs a bit further open as he continues massaging your swollen walls but at a lower pace. he’s soft with it, placing you back in bed and removing his fingers from you, slowly licking them clean before he goes down to lap up all the juices decorating your puffy, red cunt. you moan weakly, overstimulated as you feel him enclose your folds in his mouth, wanting to drink up till the very last drop, making sure to open your legs wide enough so his tongue can sweep through every crevice and not leave anything behind. he’s greedy for it, tongue out as laps everything.
when he climbs up to you, your eyes are tightly shut, knuckles white, fingers gripping the bedsheets behind you. you’re still coming down from your high as Noel licks the line of your belly, briefly detouring to bite your nipple before he starts licking your shoulder. his hand comes to caress your cheek and you open your eyes slowly, drowsily looking at him as a smug smile draws on his face.
“shut it,” you blush as he starts kissing your jaw.
“i think m’ lady enjoyed that,” he taunts you with a soft grin, fingers petting you and getting your hair out of your face.
“you’re so bloody good at that,” you bring him closer to you to share a deep kiss, licking the remnants of your arousal from his lips. Noel starts nipping your bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth as he starts to slowly move against you, his hard length pressing against your thigh.
“would spend the whole night there, love” he starts kissing down your neck again, his movements gaining speed “‘m so fuckin’ hard for you right now, y’ taste drives me mental.”
a new moan drops from your lips and your hands go to his crotch, fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans and palming his boxers, the fabric already damp.
“please, fuck me, baby. been thinking about your cock in me for days,” you really want to push him to wreck you tonight. his mouth has done nothing but wire you further.
“i’ll give it to you,” he’s quick to get rid of his remaining clothes and you feel his body heat envelope you as he lays between your legs, thick length pressing against your hot and wet centre. Noel leaves a raw moan as you get in contact “god your cunt’s so soft, prettiest cunt i’ve had,” he’s looking down as he presses the tip against you and he gathers your wetness with it. “so velvety, so open f’me, gghh” he groans as he enters you slowly, your walls enveloping and soaking his shaft as he stretches you.
he gazes up to you and has to reign himself not to cum on the spot, seeing your brow furrowed in pleasure and mouth opened in muttered whispers: “N-noel, g-ggoddd, give it to me,” hands going above your head and gripping the bedsheets shamelessly.
he loses it at that and thrusts entirely into you, bottoming up and hitting his pelvis against your clit. “all in, love,” he utters breathlessly “want me to give it to you good?”
your inhibitions are out the window as you hug him needily and scratch his back, fingers pressing around him as you beg “please, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
he obliges immediately, hips thrusting into you at a fast pace, his body leaning entirely over yours and mouths meeting for a fierce kiss. his cock is the perfect size, opening you up for him and filling you everywhere. and he gives it to you just how you like it. he breaks the kiss as he looks down at you, hands hugging you by your waist as he forces himself deeper and looks down at you reverently “y’ so beautiful f’ me. y’ drive me insane. your cunt…” he’s out of words as he feels how you drip onto him, your wetness matting both your hairs down there and creating slick, gushy sounds every time he snaps. it’s so dirty, so good. you want more.
“love how you fuck me, Noel baby. want it harder, want to feel it in my throat” you utter lewdly and Noel whimpers pathetically at your dirty words.
“want it harder, love? feel me now?” his pace increases as his hands fly from your waist up to your breasts, squeezing them hard while he looks at you captivated.
“yes baby, m-more! there!” you arch into him as you scream in pleasure, his cock consuming you entirely. you want him to own you, to tear you apart. you take his hands from your tits up to your neck, hinting at him to choke you. but he doesn’t press, he just lays his hands over you as his enamoured look rakes over your body. his thrusting doesn’t stop and you feel your pleasure escalating, spreading from your core to the rest of your body. you push insistently against his hands over your neck, eyes closed in ecstasy. “Noel, baby, choke me.”
“wha’?” his pace is relentless but he asks again, he doesn’t think he heard you right, you’re both making too much noise.
“baby, choke me, slap me. slap me on the face, ‘m all yours,” you beg wantonly, filter completely lost.
“what?” he falters and his rhythm slows down, but you’re feeling out of your body “slap me, Noelly!” you scream, begging as you thrust your own hips up to him.
and then everything changes. “‘m not fuckin doin tha’.” you feel a sudden cold as he takes his hands off you and swiftly takes his cock out, laying to your side on the bed. “the fuck you on about?”
you’ve got whiplash. you were so fucking close to orgasm, your brain hasn’t caught up with what’s happening. one second his cock is giving you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever received and now he’s right next to you, staring at you with a disoriented and hurt face.
“w-what happened?” you ask dizzily, trying to make sense of the situation as you both sit up. Noel’s glare doesn’t move from you.
“you tell me what happened. we’re making love one minute and then you’re asking me to hit you? the fuck that came from? you think that shit turns me on?” his tone is becoming angrier.
you feel tears flooding your eyes all of a sudden and you realise you’re very much naked. you feel the sudden need to cover yourself up, which is so odd. this is Noel. “i… i… i’m sorry, i don’t know what i was saying,” you try to explain. how did you fuck this up? “i… the other day… i thought… i-” you’re stammering now.
“you thought i wanted to hurt you? i didnt mean to bruise you, for fuck’s sake!” Noel’s eyes are strangely shiny now as well. he’s right next to you and your legs are still touching but you feel so far away from him. he’s staring down at you as if he doesn’t know you anymore.
“no, of course not, it’s not that,” you’re rambling, you don’t even know how to put how you feel, how you’ve been feeling for the last couple of days, into words “it’s just that i enjoyed the other day so much and, and i thought, i… i don’t kn-”
“what do you mean you don’t know? you’ve just asked me to fuckin choke you and hit you on the face. i felt like a fuckin cunt when i saw your bruises on your hips and now you want me to do that? you think that’s why i came the other day? cause you were in pain?”
“no baby, of course not” you’re trying to explain but your brain’s still fuzzy and Noel’s accusatory and infuriated words are not helping you make sense. you notice the tears you’ve been trying to contain have treacherously started falling down, slumping through your lashes and streaking your sweaty cheekbones.
you aim to take his hand in yours to bring him closer but he’s getting up from bed, slipping up his boxers quickly as he interrupts you “‘m not fuckin' hitting someone i love. don’t know where you got that but you’re dead out of your fuckin' mind if y’ think that’s what i want” he doesn’t stop spitting his hurt and seething words as he picks up his jeans from the floor.
“baby… what are you doing? why’re you putting your clothes on?” your face is entirely wet now, you’ve started full on crying.
“can’t stay, need to go home.” his tone is clipped as he puts his socks on and stands up without looking at you, breathless and as disturbed as you are.
you are crushed. you bring your legs up to your chest, trying to cover yourself up as you beg “Noel baby, please stay, it’s one am in the morning, let’s talk about this, let m-”
he’s quick to cut you off again, voice as icy as his eyes “i really need to go. we’ll talk later.” he puts his head through his shirt before he leaves the bedroom, without even turning to give you a final glance. you hear his steps and the rambling of keys before the front door is shut loudly, leaving an eerie silence behind him. you stay in bed, naked, sobbing, alone, still not understanding what the hell just happened.
it’s been two days. two days and you are going up the walls because you haven’t heard from him. you spent the entire sunday in bed, idly watching the tv, crying from time to time. you tried calling him twice to his place and no answer. you even tried his mobile phone number - you know he hates to use it but now he takes it with him in case his ex wife needs to call him about something related to his daughter - but it went straight to voicemail.
you are trying not to think too much of him falling into old habits; but the whole situation is now getting to your nerves. this is not only your first fight, but also a huge fight. you fucked up, big time, and you’ve not heard a peep from him in two days. is he leaving you? has he slept with someone else already? you’ve seen how girls throw themselves at him, we wouldn’t even need to try. has he snorted an industrial amount of coke? has he overdosed and is that why he's not picking up the phone?
you still don’t fully understand what happened, but you clearly triggered something in him, something dark. you don’t understand how you couldn’t pick up he was in a wavelength completely different from yours in that moment, you’ve always had such an amazing chemistry, such a strong connection. if he’d had only let you explain, but for the relatively short time you’ve been dating, you know Noel doesn’t do talking. he sulks, he withdraws, he deflects with cynicism. he doesn’t get in contact with emotions unless he’s pouring them into a song. he only loses control with his brother. but on saturday you pushed a button the wrong way. and now you don’t know how to fix it. he won’t let you fix it.
work was a nightmare today. you navigated through meetings and appointments like a zombie, a few coworkers reaching out and asking if everything was ok. you brushed them off and now you where back at yours, fresh out of the shower, wet hair dripping on the floor as you go again to check if there’s any messages left in the answering machine. nothing, again.
you drag yourself to the kitchen and uncork a bottle of wine. you’re pouring yourself a glass when the doorbell rings. it’s fucking 10 pm, who is it? you pick up the intercom and utter a dry “what?” really wanting to be left alone to sulk and drown in your anxious thoughts. no one answers and you’re about to hang up after asking twice, but then you hear a muttered “‘s me.”
god, it’s him. you go to the front door quickly and open up, finding a wrecked Noel at your doorstep. he looks like he hasn’t slept since saturday. he reeks of alcohol.
you quickly dry a tear that’s falling down your cheek and you adjust the tie of your fluffy bed robe, moving to the side and making a gesture for him to come in, asking softly “you don’t have the key i gave you?”
he walks past you and makes his way inside, hands nervously raking through his short hair, forgetting he doesn’t have long locks to pull at anymore “didn’t know if you’d want t’ see me” he sounds defeated, tired, just… sad.
you look at him perplexed, quickly shutting the door before going over to him, but not too close. he’s jumpy, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, like he’s not sure what to do with himself. “what?” you’re incredulous, “why wouldn’t i want to see you, Noel? are you… are you drunk?”
“not anymore,” he looks around the place as if he’s expecting for the room to have changed since he left so abruptly two days ago. “drank a whole bottle of whisky when i left the other night, and yesterday one of gin… but ‘m alright now.”
“…… oookay” you answer cautiously, not really knowing what to do or say. you both stare anywhere but at each other, arms crossed over your chests. you swallow gravely before starting “listen, Noel, i-”
“i’m sorry, love. ‘m so fuckin sorry” - he’s looking at you in pain, eyes shiny with timid tears he’s trying to hide - “i snapped. i shouldn’t ave left you like tha’, should’ve stayed, should’ve -“
“no baby, i’m sorry!” you approach him, hands trembling with the need you feel to wrap them around him to bring him into you, but you restrain yourself “i should’ve talked to you, should’ve asked first, i got carried away-”
he’s also come closer to you, but you’re still not touching. “i… i… this’s difficult for me, love. caught me off guard but i… what you asked… and seeing your bruises just minutes before… i just wanted to make it better, make you feel better, i… i just-”
you’re full on weeping now. seeing him struggle with words so much, so anguished with the whole situation. his hands are fidgety, playing with a thread of his shirt. he’s breaking your heart. “Noel, baby. it was just a game. you never hurt me. i got too into my own feelings at the whole situation, should’ve realised you weren’t into it and i’m sorry for that.”
he sighs loudly and looks to the side, closing his eyes rapidly and trying to blink the threatening tears away. he’s looking at the window as he struggles with his next words “i… doll. the way i grew up. what i saw. ‘ve seen my mam hurt. i… i’d kill meself before doing that t’you,” he’s sniffling, tearful eyes looking at you now. it sounds like a confession. a feeling, a thought he’s not shared with anyone before. you can almost touch his pain and it’s shattering you on the spot.
you finally go up to him and you take his face in your hands, angry eyes looking at you. not angry at you, but rather containing an anger, a pain, suppressed for decades. “baby, i didn’t know. i’m so sorry you and your mum had to go through that. i had no idea” you’re caressing his face tenderly as a few traitorous tears fall from his eyes.
he dries them quickly, trying to shrug them off “ye didn’t need to know. and it doesn’t get to me, it’s not like i’m traumatised or anything. but just the thought of hurting you… laying a hand on you that way… marking you…” he looks to the side again before shaking his head strongly “can’t bear it.”
you hug him and cry into his chest, snot and tears wetting his shirt. his arms squeeze you hard and tight against him. “don’t cry, love… just, i just needed to explain. instead i lashed out and left you. ‘m so sorry.”
you part from his embrace and you look up to him “don’t apologise, Noel. i’m so sorry, we should’ve discussed it first. i’m sorry for bringing those memories back, for putting you through a situation like that.”
“‘s okay,” he shrugs “y’ didn’t know. i’m sorry i can’t be what you need.”
you stare at him incredulously “what? what do you mean?”
Noel is back to being uncomfortable, taking a step back from you, “well. you clearly think i’m too… don’t know… i can’t… ‘m not pleasing you in the way you want me to…” he’s rambling now and you cannot believe what you’re hearing.
“do you think you don’t please me? is that what you’re getting from this whole mess?”
“the other night nothing, Noel. it was something stupid of me to bring it up without discussing it with you first, not when we were both so vulnerable,” you’re getting mad now, “but for you to think that you don’t satisfy me sexually just because of that… are you out of your goddamn mind?”
Noel is staggered. it seems he came over clearly thinking you were going to break up with him because he didn’t want to flog you with a whip or something freakish like that.
“Noel Thomas David Gallagher” you reach over to him again and grab him by his shirt, coming face to face, lips almost touching, “no one, and I mean, no one, has ever made me cum harder than you do. and that’s not because you are or aren’t rough with me, you stupid man, it’s because you fuck me like you love me!”
Noel is getting cross too, hands gripping your arms tightly, “i don’t fuck you like i love you, you cunt, i fuckin’ love you!”
everything snaps and you crash your lips together, teeth clashing, tongues fiercely fighting one another as tears streak down both your cheeks. it’s a kiss that says everything you’ve not been able to say to each other because you don’t know how. you part, breathless, lips still touching and you utter “you told me you loved me for the first time on saturday when we were fighting.”
he leans his forehead on yours, “i know… i’m so sorry for that. i’ve been meaning to say it for a while and it came out like that. it was awful” he kisses you again, softly, lips pressing over yours over and over. “i love you. love you so much i don’t know what to do with it.”
a few tears hanging from your eyelashes fall to your lips and he licks them away. “i love you so much, Noel… and i don’t need you to be rough with me if you don’t like it. just your hands on me set me on fire. sorry for making you feel like you don’t do it for me. i love everything you do to me. and the other day, when you bruised me, i liked it cause those marks reminded me of you. and i told you those things on saturday because sometimes i feel you’re too cautious, and i want you to know that you don’t need to be like that with me. i want you whole, the good and the bad. i can take it. but i don’t need anything else, baby. i don’t want anyone else.” you are kissing his cheeks softly, trying to convey your love for him, trying to reassure him.
he’s still insecure, you can see it in him. his hands are massaging your hips over the fluffy texture of your robe, bringing you closer to him.
“so… you don’t want me to tie you up or burn you with wax and those crazy things?”
you laugh softly into his chest before looking up. “no, Noel, i just want you. and to me, a little slap on my arse or my face, or a bit of pressure on my neck is just another way of me trusting you, of me surrendering to you in a loving way. it’s just another way you could show me how much you care, how you know how far to go, how you know how to take care of me. it’s got nothing to do with you being violent with me, because it’d be something i'd want. Something i'd ask for. it’d be a game between us. but you should never do something you’re not comfortable with. and i should’ve asked first.”
he’s staring at you, listening attentively to every word falling from your lips. “‘f am honest, i’d never thought of it like that. and you caught me so off guard, love. it’s something i’ve not done before. not even when on coke. i’m a lazy bastard, but you get me going differently. i don’t know if i’d enjoy it, but i love seeing you in pleasure so much. maybe we could try, don’t know…” he's rambling again.
you smile and lean in to kiss him, cutting him off. “baby steps, Noel. i love you so much. we’ll see how we feel starting with little things, if you ever want to explore. and if you don’t, i won’t love you any less for it.”
he hugs you again, breathing in your damp, tangled hair. “missed you so much these last two days, love” you hear his muffled voice on the top of your head.
you squeeze his waist, never wanting to let go of him. “i missed you more, baby. i was going crazy.”
“sorry for not picking up the phone” he smiles and kisses you again.
“i deserved it. you’re forgiven,” you nip his bottom lip as his hands travel from your hips to your arse.
“missed your body. feel like a right tosser for how i left you hard and dry on saturday and didn’t get you off proper,” he whispers against your mouth.
your heart skips a bit at the feeling of his hands on your bum, “but you can remedy that now. can’t you, baby?” you pout at him as he picks you up and you lock your legs around his waist.
“of course, love.” he’s quick to move you both, getting to the surface that’s nearer to you, which happens to be the dining table on the corner of the room. he drops you unceremoniously on it and places himself between your open legs. you are at perfect level for him. as soon as your arse touches the wooden table, you swiftly untie your robe and let it fall from your shoulders, opening it for him. you were so depressed you hadn’t even put your pijamas on, so you’re just in a pair of knickers. Noel curses out loud and you giggle before bringing his lips over to yours again in an eager kiss.
you moan into his mouth as he doesn’t waste any time, moving your underwear to the side and petting your slit with one finger. his forehead rests on yours as he whispers “you’re always so ready for me,” eyes looking down to your cunt, arousal seeping from you steadily as he adds another finger and enters you with both of them, earning a soft moan from you. with his other hand he’s lowering the zip of his jeans, quickly whipping his hard cock out and stroking himself. you lean over and spit onto his length as he mutters a drained “fuck me”, his movements with both hands not stopping. you take over from him and swat his hand away from his cock, using yours to spread your saliva over him as you make him look into his eyes, “you want to fuck me, baby?”
“so bad,” utters Noel, voiced strained with pleasure as his dick keeps growing in your expert hand.
“please, put it in me,” you beg lustfully, “i’m so, so wet for you.”
he obliges, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his thick cock instead, watching how your folds open to take him in, your slick dampening your knickers that are pulled to the side. once he’s fully in, you both exhale loudly and kiss hungrily, spit falling from your lips as he starts stroking slowly. you’re both holding each other by your necks, your hips softly lifting from the table to meet his thrusts, feeling him deep inside from the get go. you’re so drenched for him the sound is obscene.
“i love you so much,” you whisper tearfully as you stare into his blue, desperate eyes. Noel closes his eyes in an attempt to blink his own tears away, unsuccessfully. he kisses the side of your mouth, once, twice, as he pulls you closer to him, gripping tightly the hairs at the nape of your neck. “you’re my love. my girl,” he thrusts harder into you now, “i love you. you’re all mine.”
“all yours baby. just want to be yours,” tears have started trickling down your cheeks again as he gains more speed and hits your spot perfectly. he licks your face and drinks your tears as your fingers rake through his back. you need him closer. your open legs close around him and he groans loudly, burying your face into his clothed chest with the sheer force of his hug as he penetrates you deeper.
your whimpers are muffled as you tremble in pleasure, feeling a deep warmth in your lower tummy unfold. he’s not frantic, but rather firm and steady as he drives his perfect cock into you, his clothed belly hitting your clit perfectly and giving you a rough friction. his voice is coarse and breathless as he grips you tight, “want to be inside you all the time. inside this hot cunt. you’re squeezing me so hard, love,” he brings your face back to his to kiss you again.
you cry hard as he slightly changes the angle, your robe falling fully from your body and leaving you almost naked, and he starts hitting a spot that’s making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, “g-god, Noel! only you, n-no one fucked me like you. please. love you.”
“right, love? no one like me? you’re made for me. take it, just like this.”
his pace quickens and you’re eye to eye, breathing each other's air as you push him deeper with your heels and beg him “please, baby. cum in me. want it all. want to feel it deep.”
he moans loudly and you feel him harden inside you before he starts cumming, unable to stop himself, warm spurts filling you completely and overflowing, dripping on the table below you. that triggers your own orgasm as you cry into his mouth and he swallows your screams, one hand holding you from the back and the other gripping your thigh as you shake in tremors, toes curling on his back.
you lean back onto the table as you come down from it, his body going over yours, both unwilling to part anytime soon. he rests his head on your chest, both trying to bring your breathing back to a normal rhythm. you feel him laugh on your breast and your hands go to pet his hair and scratch his head idly as you tiredly ask “what’s so funny?”
he looks up to you, that naughty glint you love so much back in his eyes. “best make-up sex ever,” he winks, softly kissing your nose. you laugh before you drop your head onto the table again.
you are utterly, completely, helplessly in love with him.
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