and another one for my baby pookie prima @highflyingcami that made me want to kms bc……….. we all know how much hardcore effected me…………. anyways……… TEARS went into this 💔💔 #justiceforhardcoreepilogue
be forwarned i have not made an edit since my 1D wattpad phase but…. for my beloved @highflyingcami and our 59483847 one direction/ her fics analogies……. the where do broken hearts go to the rivalry alt epilogue pipeline was too good to not give it a try 🫠 so this is my gift and all my bearings before i break and make 50 more so long as this one doesn’t get me shunned <3
okay march bday twin… since mine is march 18th i have a proposal….. you get noel… i get liam… then when they both have been reduced to just sweet little piles of mush we trade 🫰🥰
MY PERSONAL DIVA THAT SHARES A BDAY MONTH WITH ME !!!!!!!! that sounds like a totally fair trade but i must warn you there might be no noel left at all actually…. i’ll get birthday sexed so hard i will reduce him into dust im afraid 💔💔💔💔
writing isn’t cutting it anymore i need to have toe curling leg wrapping hips scratching back sloppy kissing moaning inside mouth nipple sucking face holding hair grabbing moaning and whispering dirty talk in ear i love you missionary sex with noel gallagher
♰ ; synopsis: liam gallagher is the iconic frontman of the band you've been setting up for backstage. after a multitude of exchanged glances, and small interactions that linger heavily in the air, liam sets his sights on you. after "accidentally" noticing you being harassed by some random guy backstage, he becomes a little too territorial...
♰ ; pairing: 90's era werewolf!liam x stage handler fem!reader
♰ ; wordcount: 2.6k
⸸ ; warnings: werewolf au, fluff, swearing, implied harassment, jealousy, territorial liam, werewolf characteristics, smoking, mentions of cocaine, unresolved sexual tension, etc!
⌖ ; a/n: hi this is the first chapter of my werewolf!liam series! requests are open in general but also for this specific series, so feel free to send me ask! the lore might be incorrect, but this is just for fun! dedicating this to @soerikacanwait bc she is amazing and provided some ideas in this series!! and @oasisyearner bc they are the biggest werewolf!liam supporters, pls go check out their fics abt werewolf!liam as well!!! lmk if u guys want a tag list.
ps. think of this a the first chapter of a series 𑣲 | mlist
everyone knew that liam gallagher was a force to be reckoned with; gaining the nickname 'the wolf of britpop' in the tabloids, known for always skulking around parties, snarling at anyone who dared to mouth off at him, and his notorious bar fights that always ended with him getting dragged out by his older brother. he was never one for the quiet life, his face always appearing in a new headline day by day — although, he was always polite at first, just seemingly had a short fuse when it came to the people he loved.
the last few weeks it seemed to be more targeted towards groupies — pushing them off with his iconic snarl, cigarette always held between his index and middle finger, head feverishly surveying the room like had his eyes on someone particular. nevertheless, he'd slag off to a reporter, clearly in a daze and head preoccupied with other thoughts as he mouthed off about how 'nah, she's gonna go f'me.'
his older brother always seemed unimpressed and was a little less intense in the public eye — even though he was just as, if not more, chaotic and cocky. after all, birds of a feather flock together. not to mention seeing them parade about backstage, sneaking off into corners to bicker about something that was so obviously secretive it was painful.
naturally, you lingered in the background organising the venue's equipment while accidentally catching their hushed whispers. you didn't exactly mean anything by it, it was something to pass the time. plus, who wouldn't be dying to hear the gossip hanging around two famous rockstars. you figured it was technically a rite of passage.
"c'mon, mate...i hate sayin' that! it's absolute shit, that's what it is," liam whined like a petulant child, obviously a little louder than his brother would've liked as a sharp 'shh!' sliced through the air. "what?! it's fuckin'...fuckin' bobbin's sayin' allat out there 'bout those birds out there."
"mate, how many times do i gotta tell 'ya? just do as i say and we'll be fine, alright?" noel sighed, clearly exasperated, though a small hint of concern was present in his hushed-whisper "and stop fuckin' smoking before gigs! y'know it ruins yer' voice, you idiot."
"oi, that's my fuckin' shit—!" liam let out another whine as noel plucked the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it onto the ground, scuffing it out with his sole. "can't help it, it hurts and y'know bloody well know that!"
"not until after the gig," noel lectured, pointing a finger in his face. you pressed yourself harder against the wall, throat tensing as you tried to quieten your breathing, not wanting to be caught out of fear of being accused of snooping. and god, you needed this job. "and y'look a mess, man, get yer' shit together."
a small, muffled grumble echoed off the walls as noel walked off. your muscles slowly untensed until they reached a state of relaxation, a heavy breath falling from your mouth. you peeked your head back around the corner to look at liam, finding him sat on a small tray case.
he looks a mess — he's restless, leg bouncing feverishly as his hands comb through his sweaty hair before sliding down his flushed neck, fingers rubbing his collarbones. he tilts his head upwards, eyelids fluttering shut for a second, nose twitching as if he caught whiff of something. suddenly, his head snaps towards you, eyes immediately locking onto yours. his mouth drops open slightly, eyes narrowing inwards as he stares directly at you.
you duck your head back behind the corner before rushing off towards a nearby tray case, awkwardly positioning yourself behind it in a weak attempt to pretend like you were moving stuff around backstage. you can feel his heavy gaze burning through you, the tap of his foot bouncing against the floor increasing in speed.
"hey, do you need help?"
you swung around to find another young man standing behind you. an unfamiliar face. a saving grace.
"oh, um, sure! thanks."
liam suddenly becomes still, eyes still narrowed and locked onto the sight unfolding right in front of him. he can feel his lips curl into a small scowl as the man's bitter scent hits him directly in the face, overpowering your own intriguing, sweet smell. a shiver slowly crawls up his spine, the ghostly feeling caressing each vertebrae before dissipating into small sparks of electricity as it reaches the top of his spine. his hands clench into fists, his overgrown fingernails digging so hard into the soft flesh of his palm it leaves indents.
he watches, body completely still and seething with frustration as the man strikes up a conversation with you, ogling at you like you were a prize to claim. liam can see the way your body physically recoils despite the polite smile on your face, eyes widening and body tensing just enough that liam just knows. liam can't seem to pull himself away, despite the sickly waves of nausea rolling through his stomach at his own behaviour, his heels planted firmly against the floor.
the guy inches closer, his sickly smile growing wider as a small flicker of fear glimmers in your eyes.
but liam's hand is already pressing firmly against the guy's broad chest, shoving him off you before any of you can process his actions — especially liam himself. liam's wedged between the two of you, his back pressed firmly against your chest, his larger figure towering over the both of you as he glares down at the guy. you can feel the muscles in liam's back ripple, tensing violently as if he was shocked before they fall into a calmer tension, shoulder blades dropping down as he tilts his chin upwards ever so slowly.
"problem?" his tone is eerily calm, something dangerous...something dark lurking beneath the surface of the octave. you blink a few times, eyes wide and doe-like as your thighs clench at the sight of the sweaty fabric clinging to his back, sculpting his tensed back muscles in all their glory.
"....no," the man breathes out, eyes just as wide as yours, although they're filled with fear. he shakes his head feverishly, blinking a few times like he saw something he shouldn't have. "i was just...just leaving now."
liam just nods affirmatively, the motion self-assured and firm. he continues to stand tall in front of you, shielding you behind him as he slowly turns his head, watching the guy pathetically retreat, not even daring to turn back. liam waits until he can no longer smell him before turning around, shoulders sagging back downwards, eyes widening yet still droopy, his hands unclenching.
"you right?"
"um," you begin, still a little frazzled by it all. you blink harshly, swallowing the lump in your throat before smiling gently and nodding affirmatively. "yeah...yeah, yes! um, thank you, liam."
"good," he purses his lips, nodding firmly, face completely deadpan. "the hell were you thinkin' lettin' him treat 'ya like that?"
"excuse me?" you shoot back immediately, neck tensing as you tilted it back slightly, offended by his sudden hostility. liam freezes for a second — something you hardly notice, except for the way he looks like a deer caught in headlights. he shuffles his feet awkwardly, dropping his head as his palm rubs over the back of his neck, fingers stretching up to scratch his nape.
"sorry, promise i ain't mean nothin' by that," he admits sheepishly, carefully looking back up at you like a wounded puppy with its tail between its legs. "just meant 'ya should stand up for yerself, d'ya know what i mean? don't like seein' pretty girls getting harassed like that."
"you think i'm pretty?" you joke, expecting one of those smooth, self-assured lines to fall from his big mouth. rather, he freezes again, eyes shooting open wider like a kid caught stealing something. the sight forces you to burst into a small fit of giggles, and god, liam just can't stop staring at your pretty little face.
they slowly fade out as liam's warm breath fans over your exposed skin, brushing across your temple as he raises his head back up. the warmth of his body radiates off him and warms the quiet chill settling into your bones as the damp air seeps in from a cracked door somewhere down the hall. you can hear him inhale sharply every so often — although, you figure it's probably from him being a little keyed up; his pupils are blown wide, the blue hue barely visible as his eyes constantly flicker across your face, his tongue sliding over his lips.
and right now, he's no longer the liam gallagher you're used to. no longer the cocky frontman of oasis who's sleezy words are enough to charm any woman into his arm. he's just himself; completely unguarded in front of you, looking like at you like a lost puppy, hand rubbing over his neck nervously. your heart flutters at the sight, a giddy smile making it's way across your face as he clears his throat, pulling himself back in from whatever daze he was in.
"you smoke?" he asks, sheepish and reserved. you nod silently, pulling a half-empty pack of smokes from the inner pocket of your jacket. "sound. can't resist smokin' with a pretty bird like yerself, d'ya know what i mean?"
"are you sure you should be smoking when you're due on in ten?"
"i saved yer' life, woman!" he cries enthusiastically, a toothy grin spread over his rosy cheeks. "c'mon, just one, pretty please?"
you sigh dramatically, rolling your eyes playfully before flicking the pack open with a quiet 'loser' tumbling from your mouth. liam pays it no mind, rather, the banter has his grin stretching wider across his cheeks.
"atta girl," liam praises before ruffling your hair up with his hand, petting it with a small, cocky smirk while the other plucks a cigarette from the pack. "alright then, c'mon, gotta get 'cha past the rest of these creeps safely, yeah?"
"you're my escort or something?"
"if you're into male escorts, then sure, i'll be yer' escort," he replies cheekily. "what? you don't think i'm good lookin' enough? the raw sex appeal isn't enough to convince 'ya?"
ah, back to his normal self, you think to yourself with a small smile. his hand grabs your own, his thick, manly fingers interlaced with your own firmly, his grip enough to drag you behind him forcibly, but not enough to hurt. he leads you along with a newfound urgency, and you manage to catch the slight tremble in his fingers like he's physically restraining himself...or maybe it's just the coke.
the cool air hits you harder than you expect, the previous chill from before coming back in full force. though this time, liam's warmth is just out of reach. he leans against the wall, pulling out a lighter and plucking two cigarettes from the pack.
"greedy." you joke, just for him to scoff as he pops the cigarette into the corner of your mouth, catching you off guard. you fall silent, watching intently as he covers the end, lighting it with perfected ease before popping the other cigarette into his mouth and leaning towards, lighting his own cigarette with yours.
"what?" he asks, turning his head to blow a small cloud of smoke at your starstruck expression. "savin' my fluid for after the gig, y'know?"
you let out a small giggle at his sly words with a playful roll of your eyes. as he turns back to face you, you notice the light shade of pink dusted over his pale cheeks, the pale moonlight amplifying the glimmer in his eyes as he stares back at you. liam leans his head closer, just enough for the warm ambers of his cigarette to warm the skin on your jaw.
his eyes drop towards your lips, his tongue peeking out to roll across his top lip as his cigarette idly burns lower. your stomach lurches, heart fluttering as he looks back up at your eyes, his expression unreadable. you suck in a harsh breath, anticipation flooding through your veins the longer you await his next move.
"so," he breaks the silence, suddenly pulling his head back — much to your disappoint. "i'll see you at our next gig, yeah? i'd be proper sad if i didn't see 'ya there."
"well...duh liam i'm a stage handler..."
"i know that!" he cries, mouth dropping open in faux offense. "meant in the crowd! i'll buy 'ya a ticket and shit, don't worry 'bout that."
"liam—"
"don't worry 'bout yer' pay either, i'll figure it out." he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence, his mouth still open to fill the silence. "and don't complain or tell me some weak shit, yer' doin' it and it's final. want 'ya there."
after a short, stunned silence, liam looks back over at you, awaiting an answer.
"...okay, liam," you smile, letting out a small laugh as he immediately lightens up, a big beaming, toothy grin plastered on his face. and you knew if he had a tail, it'd be wagging around excitedly. "i'll be there. in the crowd."
"sound," he said, his infliction pitched with excitement. he flicks the butt of his cigarette onto the ground, scuffing it out with the heel of his foot before turning back to you. "c'mon, let's get 'cha back inside where you're warm."
"oh, i—"
"nah, c'mon," he persists, grabbing your hand for no real reason. you roll your eyes before dropping your half-burnt cigarette before letting him take you back inside, picking up his parka on the way through. he sits you down right next to the stage exit, handing you a small bottle of water while simultaneously ignoring noel's grumbles that slowly increase the longer liam ignores him. you flush as he places the jacket over your shoulders, patting your shoulders affectionately before smiling. "see 'ya at the afterparty, yeah?"
you open your mouth to protest, only for the words to die out as liam's lips stick out into a small pout. you let out a heavy sigh shaking your head before shrugging hopelessly and nodding, letting out a small giggle at the way he jumps back up in excitement.
"wa-hey!" he cheers, sticking his arms out with a toothy grin before turning back around to face his brother. "yer' mad fer' it already, hm? sit tight, i'll come find 'ya."
you let out a chuckle, shaking your head at his antics as he bounds over to his brother, immediately smothering him like the little brother he is. you watch on from the side-lines, a fond smile spread across your face as noel briefly looks over at you, voice dropping into a hushed whisper. you furrow your eyebrows, trying to listen in a little harder as liam shoves his brother gently, whining again.
"told 'ya...away...her!"
"bugger off, bastard!" liam protests. "told 'ya i can handle it."
you pay it no mind, figuring it was probably just his old brother being over protective, especially considering he was "the chief." you shuffle awkwardly in your spot, hand reaching over to grip the fabric of liam's parka, the musky yet sweet smell of liam lingering in the air as the chill seeps from your bones, replaced with a warm comfort. one could argue that liam does this to every girl...but maybe you didn't mind being seduced by a rockstar like this. you were young and stuck in a shitty job, it was the least you could do to have fun.
and after all, liam gallagher was not what you expected.
werewolf!liam...all sweaty and restless...whining and chain smoking bc he's trying to stop himself from jumping ur bones....him sitting backstage trying to dry himself off with a towel, but he keeps catching whiffs of ur scent and it gets him all worked up again...sigh 🚬 werewolf!liam who has to lock himself in the bathroom and fuck his hand before a gig bc you're the only one he wants just to calm himself down before performing....him dissociating on stage bc he can see/smell you and he wants to make sure you're okay....but he's also trying to contain himself on stage... GUYS SOMEONE SEDATE ME
HI WEREWOLF LIAM ANON AGAIN just imagining him during his rut being too embarrassed to tell you the first time bc u don’t know what it is so he’s like subtly dropping hints to u but ur oblivious to it and he’s on you all the time just clinging to u as u walk around the house and as soon as ur still for two seconds hes latched on the u biting ur neck and his tail is going crazy but u dont realise until he hugs u from behind and u feel him against u and he says he’s been hard all day so when u go to the bedroom u lowkey drag it out until hes acc like sobbing and jumping the bed or ur leg or anything to get some friction and hes like pulling at hair and just babbling bc hes so far gone
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…hi werewolf anon 😈😈
first things first i have to show you this: https://x.com/liamgirlboy/status/1953242606776852726?s=20 (kat sent me this and i literallt teared up bc that’s so werewolf liam someone SEDATE ME)
and also me and @soerikacanwait reached a flow state and to add onto this…you guys have to hear me out. werewolf!liam who starts gifting you silver jewellery — waist chains, rings, necklaces, and even a pair of lace panties that have a silver LG charm embedded into the lace waistband — just so he can force some distance between the two of you when it starts getting close to his rut. it doesn’t stop him from following you like a lost puppy and he’s so infatuated and horny that the smell of the silver doesn’t even bother him because he’s just so geared up about the smell of ur cunt and he needs it so bad :(
you’re wondering why he’s acting all whiny and sulking around the house all of a sudden. he’s trying to force proximity to you: pressing his shoulder against yours, but never letting his hands stray. he hasn’t even hugged you for the last 2 or 3 days out of fear he wouldn’t be able to control himself. his tail is permanently stuck between wagging out of excitement or being stuck between his legs as he tries to drop subtle hints about how fucking horny he is.
butttt one night he just can’t control it no matter what. as soon as you take off that little necklace you’ve been wearing, he’s fucking gone. he’s latching his teeth against your neck, pressing his body against you, rutting desperately against your ass…and he’s nuzzling hjs head into your neck, pulling you against him as he dry humps you, just fucking drooling at the smell of you.
“p-please,” he gasps out, eyes blown out and mind so far gone it’s a little scary. “need it bad…hurts!!”
your first time going thru w a rut with him…would be a mess but mfgh i need him…
cw: husband!noel; couple fight; mention of alcohol and cocaine use; sub!noel; face slapping; thigh fucking; oral f. receiving; a bit of jealous reader; little bit of mommy kink.
𑣲 word count: 3,9k. ˊˎ-
wn: inspired by this ask! also i threw in this one shot a tiny sprinkle of jealous latina wife just because 😌 me projecting guys no biggie was gonna post this tomorrow but fuck it we ball!!!
it started friday, at one of his friends house. a party you didn’t even want to go to in the first place. because you know how it always goes.
he always says that he’ll just have a drink or two.
and at the end of the night he has his arm around his friends necks and is slurring – screaming – in their ears.
male friends. because he knows better, even when pissed out of his mind.
he always says that “tonight i won’t even look at coke”, since he himself said he had stopped from the moment you found out you were pregnant with anais.
but he always does it anyway. and you’re the one that looks like the nagging fucking wife that gives him a hard time when he does one ‘harmless’ line. always for ‘old times sake’.
the nagging fucking wife who has to be the one asking if he drank any water, if he ate anything – while he laughs with his mates like he’s having the best time of his life.
not so fun when he’s puking on the toilet the next morning. and guess who’s there patting his back?
not his friends. not the dealer. not the bimbos that try to flirt with him even when you’re close.
you.
it’s always you.
and that’s why you’re allowed to be mad. and mostly, because you told him so. quiet. calmly. before he kissed your hair and swore down he’d behave.
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the wife that is still mad at him even at a sunday night. even with him moping around the house all weekend like a lost puppy in attempt to make you forgive him.
even with him making sure he plays with anais even hangover in the most loving and caring way – not like he doesn’t already anyway, but now he’s making sure you’re always watching. because he knows how you get when you see him like that with your adorable offspring.
the cute, adorable, chubby little baby that got her blonde hair and blue eyes from her daddy. your husband! who you love, so so so much – his thoughts.
still, nothing. nish.
you were stone cold in a way that was, frankly, starting to creep him out. you’d let him kiss your cheek in the kitchen. you didn’t swat his hand away when it found your ass as you tanned in the pool. you didn’t make him sleep on the couch – although you scooched away when he snuggled up to you a little too much.
he was moments away from dropping to his knees and begging for forgiveness.
but he managed to pretend like he wasn’t loosing his mind that badly.
but he wasn’t subtle. you knew your dear husband very well. you even saw it coming: anais asleep, fed and bathed and tucked in, the baby monitor humming softly on the bed side table and the lights low.
you were laid down, completely ready to go to sleep: teeth brushed, fresh off the shower, incredibly comfortable wearing your silky pink sleeping gown and nothing else underneath.
the one you knew he loved. the one you knew was the reason behind his quiet groan the moment you stepped out of the suite’s bathroom.
you were reading a book while he lingered nearby like he was unsure what to do. scared he’ll even breathe wrong and make you finally snap at him. rubbing his own arms while the blankets covered his body in nothing but his underwear.
he clears his throat.
“back’s killing me” he says, casual in tone, but hopeful in the way he glances at you after. “slept like shit all weekend”
“poor you”, you say. flatly, not even looking up from the page.
he exhales through his nose, like he expected that. still, he moves closer to you, eyes flicking between your face and the silky fabric that doesn’t hide one bit of your nipples, hardened from the cold london breeze slipping inside the window.
“just thought…” he tries again, softer now, “maybe you could… y’know. five minutes. you’re good at it”
you finally glance up at him.
“please?…”, he asks softly. pleads, even.
you hold his gaze for a second longer than necessary. enough for him to squirm. then you sigh, slow and deliberate, and close the book. “lie down”
the relief on his face is instant. ridiculous. and he does as you say immediately, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he takes longer than a second.
you move without another word: the blanket moves out of the way and one leg is slowly thown over his hips, sitting right on top of his bum. not minding that you’re completely bare against his warmth – even when covered by only the fabric of his boxers. he’ll feel it, then. good.
your knees sink into the mattress, the silk brushing his skin as you settle over him.
he lets out a low moan the moment your hands press into his shoulders. almost obscene. ridiculously soft, needy. the kind that makes you roll your eyes because of course he would start that straight away.
“hmmm…” he breathes, head turning slightly into the pillow. “you’re so good at this, love…”
you know what he’s trying to get at. it usually starts like this – you make him feel so good that he simply melts, and then you can’t help but extend the favor.
but now, you don’t respond. not even a cheeky ‘yeah?’ that he can hear your smirk. no, your just keep thumbs working out the knots in slow and firm circles. nothing more.
his breathing changes anyway. deeper. heavier. hips shifting just a fraction beneath you, like he’s trying to test how far he can go without you stopping him.
your hands slide lower, rubbing your palms on the soft skin of his back. he moans again, quieter this time, like he’s trying not to give himself away – but it’s useless. because you simply know him that well. you know that every sound is a plea and every little shift is him trying to lure you back into what this usually becomes.
after a few minutes, your hands slowly stop. and that’s it. no lingering. no telling him to turn over with that tone. no laying your head on his chest and wrapping your hand around his length while you kiss his neck and stroke his needy cock slowly.
not tonight. you just lean back on your heels and slide off him calmly before you settle back on the pillows again.
his breath stutters. he lifts his head, confused at first – then gutted when your hands don’t come back.
“are you done?” he says, soft. hopeful.
“yeah”
a beat. and he speaks up so quietly you almost miss it.
“really?…”
“mhm”, you say calmly. turning to the side, your back facing him now.
he props himself up on one elbow, eyes desperate as they drag over you. the silk on your body and the way he can tell there’s nothing else underneath, smelling like your soap – the one that already had him half-hard before he even opened his mouth earlier.
“baby…” his voice cracks just a little. “c’mon, love…”
but you don’t turn around.
he scoots closer anyway. slow. careful. his hand hesitantly finding your waist over the soft fabric. tentative, sliding over it and grabbing it softly because he just can’t help it. he leans in slowly and presses his mouth to your neck, gentle and lingering. like he’s trying to remind you of how good he can be.
“please… please, darling…” he murmurs there, slowly and low. lips warm against your skin. “i know you’re mad. i fucked up, i’m sorry, okay?…”
his hand drifts, palm spreading over your hip, sliding over it and grabbing in a way you can tell he’s needy without even looking at his face.
“need you, love…” he whispers, taking your hand slowly and guiding it to his bulge, involuntarily bucking into your palm. “d’you feel it?… feel how hard i am?”
you sigh, closing your eyes. focus. then, you pull your hand off, slowly. “not my problem, is it?”
he let out a low whine, broken and breathy. one of his hands goes down to the hem of your sleeping gown – his fingers grabbing it softly but eagerly – while the other one goes to his growing erection over the thin fabric of his underwear, palming himself and thrusting slowly into his own hand, pressing his front even closer to your back as he does.
“baby… please… don’t do this, cmon…”, he breathes out, lips brushing your neck as he whispers in between slow and pleading kisses. you let out a small breath when you feel his hands drift to the curve of your ass under the fabric, fingers trembling and clumsy as he lifts hem further up. “i’ll… i’ll make you feel so good, love… please…“
you don’t respond, just shift slightly on the bed, silently letting him hover but still not fully giving in. he lets of a shaky huff, only taking his eyes from your neck and the side of your face to look down at his hand pulling the waistband of his boxers down, making him moan lowly at the feeling, almost whining. wrapping his hand around his leaking length and moving closer so he can rubbing his wet tip on the warmth of the back your thighs while he strokes himself. getting closer just to slide his throbbing cock between your thighs – all hesitation fading away when he feels how warm it is, tight. sliding in too easily given your own wetness that smeared over your inner thighs.
his hand finds your hip, pulling you closer to him, slowly, at the same time he pushes his hips foward. the feeling of his cock sliding between your folds and his sensitive tip bumping on your clit getting a low and broken moan out of him.
he groans, hips moving slowly, his head drops to the side of your neck. hands twitching over your hip while he rubs himself insistently over your folds, slowly, ridiculously needy. his eyebrows furrow at the faint wet sounds caused by his cock sliding between your slickness over and over, his mouth agape and small choked up moans coming out.
you turn your head towards him, and your voice almost snaps him out of it: his eyes darting open at your question. your calm and nearly teasing tone successfully disguises that you’re loving this, getting a needy whine out of him. “are you actually doing that, noel?”.
he lets out a soft moan, eyebrows furrowing together as a plea and his mouth chasing yours. pathetic. “please… baby… please… let me put it in…” he rasps, voice cracking, eyes glassy and his tongue slowly darting out in search for yours. you let him taste your lips, sure. but you don’t kiss him back. and as torturous as it is, he lets out a tiny moan, pushing his hips forward once more, his hand on your hip squeezing it tighter from the overwhelming feeling of how good all of this feels. but he still begs: “miss your cunt so bad, love… please… i’ll be good, baby… i’ll do it really good… just the way you want… please…”
“yeah? y’think you deserve it?”
he groans, whiny, undone, every sound wrecked with how wet and warm you feel, hips shuddering as he grinds against you. “but you’re wet, baby… please… please…” he murmurs, nose and lips rubbing from your cheek all the way to your neck, moving his hips more foward again at your scent. “i’ll make you feel so good, love… i swear…”
you shake your head slowly, whispering, slow and deliberate. “look fucking pathetic right now”, you say quietly. and he nods, eagerly. while still moving his hips, you can even feel his cock twitching against your folds, noticing the way he moans differently when the tip presses into your entrance. clenching around nothing too. but you’re not giving in, although you’re pressing your thighs even tighter together just to see him fully break. you lean closer, voice low, sultry, teasing. “gonna cum like this?”
he lets out a desperate whine, eyes half-lidded, lost in sensation, needy, whiny. “please… baby… wanna cum so bad, want it so bad, baby. please”
the tension is thick, both ridiculously turned on. you shake your head slowly. and he lets out a small cry, moan, whine. all together. his hand grips you tighter, sliding from your hip to your stomach and pulling you even closer. and he doesn’t stop. holding onto the fact that you didn’t tell him to. and you won’t.
“please… love… please… can’t hold it in… feels so fucking good…” he moans out, hips stuttering forward. his throbbing length and the sensitive leaking slit of his cock dragging along cunt makes you bite your lips while you watch him so close to loosing it. arching to him even more, letting out a small scoff and smirking when he lets out a small cry at the feeling. his head tipping back while his grip on you twitches, eyes are half-lidded and glinting when he finally manages to open them again, leaning his face closer to yours, breathing out against your lips. and before he can start rambling again, you cut in.
you lean your head back slightly so you can watch him better. voice teasing. “should see yourself right now, noel…”, brushing your fingers lightly along his jaw, nails dragging across his skin slowly, just to make him shiver.
he groans, hips trembling, the sounds of his cock sliding in and out between your thighs and rubbing up and down on your cunt getting wetter, louder and filthier. “let me put it in love… please… let me cum… just a little, baby… please…”, he begged barely above a whisper.
you leaned in even closer, whispering close to his mouth, “no. you’re gonna cum like this. needy. fucking whiny… so you don’t forget it”
he shakes his head, nearly sobbing from the need, hands gripping your thighs, your ass. his hips shaking and stuttering as they meet your skin. “i… i can’t… i… please… just… baby…”
“gonna cum like this or not cum at all. you’re in no place to take the shots today”, you said firmly and low.
he lets out a loud moan, desperate, every inch of him straining against your thighs. and he’s nearly done for: hips jerk forward faster, sounds of his crotch meeting your skin becoming a little louder, his sensitive cock dragging over your cunt in a shaky and sloppy pace.
“ask nice, go on”, you order. taunting.
“please… c-can i cum? p-please, love…” he moans, voice breaking and whining. almost sobbing, desperate to let go.
you let out a soft huff, moving your hand until it’s on his cheek, sliding down and caressing his skin tenderly. like you’re not almost killing him in the best way possible right now. “can do better than that, can’t you?”
“please… love… please, let me cum…” he rasps, his tip bumping insistently against your clit, sloppier. “so wet… feel… feels so good, love please… please let me cum…”
you bite down a smirk, then nod slowly, whisper softly, “mhm… that’s better…”
the moment your words hit him, his thrusts become harder, desperate and stuttering, cock sliding greedily between your thighs and your folds as he moans loudly, ragged. his words rambled and breathy, completely undone. “fuck… thank you… thank you… oh fuck… thank you, love… i…”. his mouth is agape, eyebrows furrowed and eyes tightly shut, hands gripping your ass like he’ll never let go, dragging your hips back so they meet his. what’s happening between your legs getting wetter at every passing second – and he’s feeling all of it, sensitive and throbbing as he lets go with a needy moan.
and as he cums, he keeps thrusting, the hot spurs coming out making everything filthier, messier and completely obscene. but adding to the feeling, warm and sticky against his still sensitive cock – rubbing and gliding between your cunt as he gasps out broken moans, getting the bedsheets and your skin all covered in his cum while rambling “thank you“ and your name. over and over, like it’s the only thing left in his brain.
he feels limp after, collapsing even deeper on the matress and hands shaking, still gripping and letting go as his fingers twitch. his breath is warm against your skin as he pants, warm and heavy huffs on your shoulder as he buries his face further on the side of your neck.
you shift slightly, his cock throbbing between your legs and overly sensitive making him hiss softly when you move your hips. “look at the mess you made, hm?”, you say, softly. sweet.
he nods, panting and eyes still closed. only opening them when you shift completely – laying your back on the matress and your head turning towards his. your hand finds his cheek again, caressing it. “gonna clean it up, aren’t you?”
he swallows, nodding slowly and eyes droopy taking in your expression. and slowly, you shift slightly and spread your legs wider, giving him better access. his lips part, cock still twitching as he shifts slowly on top of you. his head in front of yours and your hand still on his face.
“gonna clean it all up, baby?” you murmur, sweet, teasing, hand brushing the side of his cheek. he whispers out a weak and soft “yes”.
you nod, slowly, mocking. and your palm meets his cheek sharply. “are you sorry?”, you ask calmly, your hand holding his cheeks.
“yes. fuck, yes… i’m so fucking sorry, love… please…” he whispers, needy, trembling, pupils blown.
you breathe out a soft “yeah?”. taunting, your hand still brushing against his cheek soothingly before you leave another slap on it – smirking to yourself when he moans at it, feeling his cock throb just over the silky fabric over your lower belly. “say it again. like you mean it”
“so… so sorry, baby… please…” he rasps, voice whiny and desperate.
you hand slide up to his hair, caressing it. “gonna be a good boy, then?”
and he’s nods eagerly, visibly straining to contain himself while he leans down. muttering out “g-gonna be a good boy” as he settles between your legs, looking up at you.
you prop yourself on your elbows as you watch him pant against the silk fabric and your skin as he leans further down. “gonna clean mommy up, hm?”
at your words, he lets out a jagged moan. his mouth closing around your cunt eagerly and moaning softly against it, like he’s been starving for your wet folds against his tongue. trembling with desire and guilt all at once. ridiculously turned on by being told what to do, by your taste mixed with his from the mess he left behind. by the punishment and affection. so desperate to please that every lick of his tongue over you makes him moan, low and needy.
he gets lost in your taste – the feeling of your slick cunt over his tongue, the way his mouth is making loud and sloppy wet sounds as he eats you out, because you’re so fucking wet and he’s so fucking eager to make you fully forgive him. so lost that the room is only being filled only by the sounds of his greedy tongue moving up and down your slit mixed with your and his moans.
his mouth closes around your clit with a wet sloppy sound, while his two fingers slide in and curling inside you, immediately finding the most perfect spot and making you throw your head back in pleasure and arche your body into his touch. and no shift from your body makes him stop.
he’s completely consumed, every flick of his tongue and every press of his lips is desperate, worshipful. his free hand grips your thigh – steadying himself and keeping you nice and spread for him so he can keep working his mouth works tirelessly.
your hands tangle in his hair, tugging and holding him in place, and he responds: moving faster. careful but urgent, his hips twitch instinctively at your moans, his sensitive cock pressing into the matress making his tongue work even harder against you. his nose bumping against your clit from the eagerness and his chin now glistening with your arousal and his own spit.
he shifts slightly, his hand gripping your thigh harder and spreading you even wider to taste more of you, silently following your guidance with every tug on his hair. and his fingers are eager inside you, every movement desperate to please you, to obey. and the feeling of them filling you up perfectly – like they always do – combined with his eager and wet tongue, tip you over in no time.
your hand on his hair tightens as you let out a quiet and broken moan, hips twitching against his mouth and his head moving so the distance is remains nonexistent. his mouth kissing and licking you through your orgasm, moaning at the feeling of you throbbing against his tongue and clenching hard around his fingers.
and his mouth lingers on your cunt as your breathing goes back to a normal pace. and when you open your eyes, you notice he’s already looking at you: his head resting on your thigh and his mouth pressing soft kisses on your sensitive core – just warm, present. intimate. yours. you let out a tired sigh and close your eyes, breathing out quietly: “come here”
he finally pulls back, slow and careful. his nose immediately finds the side of your neck, laying on top of you and not even minding that you’re probably being squashed down right now. he just needs to be close. but you don’t mind, either. your arms wrap around him slowly, feeling him let out a small sigh against your neck before he presses a kiss there. “i’m sorry”, he mutters out, muffled by your skin.
you let out a small huff, fingers threading through his hair. saying softly: “don’t do it again, you prick”
he lets out a small breath, lips finally curving up and his face pulling away from your neck so he can look at you, properly. he shakes his head slowly, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “won’t. my wife is a firecracker”, he mutters in between slow kisses and chuckles quietly after you start laughing first – shaking your head and sliding your hand up his back until it rests on the back of his neck.
“your wife is fucking crazy, noel. this was nothing”, you joke. but deep down you mean it – just so he stays in line.
he laughs, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek. “nah, this was fucking something, eh?”
you chuckle, pinching his arm and laughing harder when he lets out a small and exaggerated ‘owww!’. “you’re lucky no woman came up to you with funny business”, you teased.
“would’ve fucking choked me during the masssage, probably”, he said lightly.
you laugh, rubbing your nose on his neck and biting it softly, getting a small moan out of him. making him bite down a smirk when you tease in his ear, whispering: “bet you would’ve liked it, huh?”
he let out a soft snort, breath warm on your neck as he left soft kisses there again, smiling lazy and fond while muttering: “don’t get ideas”. he pulled his arm up, elbow on the matress as his hand went to your face, his eyes following his fingers sliding through your hair, moving it out of the way. “you can be scary sometimes, you know”, he says quietly, nose brushing your temple. not complaining, never – deep down he loves it. makes him feel smug, the fact you’re as crazy about him as he is about you.
you laugh, eyes closing. then you hum softly, playful. “good”. he lets out a soft laugh at your cheekiness, leaning in to press a kiss into your hair, lingering there like he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
“i really am sorry, love. got carried away, as always” he says again, gentler this time. no dramatics. just honest.
you sigh, softly and tired. but your fingers trace his back anyway. “i know”
he relaxes fully at that, like the last bit of tension finally drains out of him. forehead resting against yours now, eyes heavy but warm. “i love you” he murmurs, almost shy about it.
you open one eye, smirking faintly. “yeah, yeah… i love you too”
he laughs at your tone, tilting his head as he looks at you. leaning in and muttering against your lips, his tone cheeky. “you’re the only drug i need, anyway”
you groan jokingly, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. and he chases your face with his lips as he laughs, the corner of his eyes crinkling. “cheesy!”, you say in a clearly fake annoyed tone, scrunching your nose when he kisses the tip of it, muttering a small ‘yeah, yeah…’, because he doesn’t mind being cheesy with you.
you kiss him back, smiling against his lips and your eyebrows raising. “trying to get in my pants or what, hm, gallagher?”
he raises his eyebrows right back, lips curling up in a cheeky and fond smile. “is it working?”
you laugh, smiling against his lips and whispering, your legs slowly wrapping around his hips: “what do you think?…”
he exhales a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. his hands sliding to your thighs and holding you there like that’s exactly where you belong, his tone fond:
holy shit i was re reading boy next door for the millionth time and i genuinely cannot believe your brain like you are not real making me go insane actually because what #needthat and yes i am flattering u bc its actually not even real 😜
erika i’m literally going to make out with you. you are flattering me and hyping me up and thank you so much. i love you. i’m literally speechless. but YES i loveeeeddddddd boy next door and i’m so sad it’s finished UGHHH
i saw this picture and drooled a little bit 😔 #lockherup #nurseshesoutagain
well then my dear erikacanwait i have a concept for this ☝🏻 because for me it’s giving noel with his younger gf sending her a “are you fucking kidding me rn” look 💜 and on that matter.. his younger gf coming out of the bathroom with a dress that makes her look TEWWW good for his liking, especially given the fact that’s she’s a lot younger than him so of course he knows the fact she looks like THAT will draw even more attention (meaning = he’s jealous) and they have a little fight about him wanting her to change and it ends up with her on all fours and him taking it all out on her but☝🏻he’s not mean. at least not explicitly, he’s a bit condescending and at the same time praising, gluing his chest to your back and whispering in your ear “think i’d let my missus go out like that? look how fucking good you look. not daft, love, cmon..” while he’s balls deep and smirking on your ear when you can’t even anwswer just babbling and rambling and calling him daddy and he’s possessive and tender at the same time like “yeah? that’s why you put this slutty dress on, hm? so daddy could fuck you just like this?”
Liam in the middle 😛😛😛😛😛😛 sigh thinking about the hardcore beach trip ughhhhhhhhhh I wish I had a free bag of chippsssssssss
OH MY TUCKING GOD HE IS SO FINE HOLY AHITTTJRJRHANHANAHAN WOOF WOOF WOOF GROWL GROWL BARK ABRKKKK i’m so fucking omg he’s so buff and fine i need him so bad holy shit this is so
Actually need those big ass hands wrapped around me so bad it’s really not funny anymore
I SAE THIS PHOTO AND NEARLY COMBUSTED ITS SOOOOOOO NOT FUNNY I NEVER NOTICED HOW BIG HIS HANDS WERE I ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS SMALL ALL OVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i need him so bad i have a headache now oh my god i need to lay down.
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