the battle of britpop tapes (d.a. + l.g.) [18+]
everyone knows about the battle of britpop. but nobody knows about the secret tapes that made it so intense between liam gallagher and damon albarn.
damon albarn x reader x liam gallagher word count: 4.6k warnings: smut (minors dni), not one but TWO sex tapes, cheating (?), cumming on panties, dacryphilia, degradation, unprotected p-in-v
a/n: request! this took me FOREVER but as you can see...there's a reason why. i hope everyone likes it cause i had fun writing it!!! this is also my longest fic SORRY
Although you were seeing Damon, Liam was someone you kept on the side.
You were too good at sneaking around with him, nobody would have had any idea that was going on, especially during the height of the Battle of Britpop.
It all started when you attended the 1996 Brit Awards with Damon. You planned on remaining by his side only, but other plans came up.
Liam Gallagher came around, talking all cocky in your ear, making fun of Damon and taunting Blur every chance he got.
"Must be exhausting trying to pretend your boyfriend's music is any good, eh?" He said when he finally got you alone.
You narrowed your eyes at him, completely unimpressed. "Excuse me?"
"Just sayin'," He smirks, taking a sip from his beer. "If you fancy needin' an upgrade from those wankers, you know where to find me."
You rolled your eyes at the wink he gave afterwards, trying your best to ignore him for the rest of the night, no matter how much he kept coming around.
Liam couldn't keep it to himself, going to tell Noel almost right away. "Have you seen Albarn's girl? She's proper fit."
Noel wasn't exactly impressed. "Yeah? What's that got to do with us?"
A smug smirk grows on his face. "Think she'll go for me?"
"Whatever you do, don't involve me in it." His brother rolls his eyes.
Blur ended up taking no awards home that night, while Oasis left with three, making sure to rub it in their faces with the Shitelife line.
Going to the after-party wasn't much fun, at least on your end. Oasis and Blur were on different sides of the room, one celebrating their win, the other sulking in their loss.
You stuck by Damon's side for the night, continuing to stay loyal in your allegiance to him and the rest of the band.
Liam didn't make things easy, though. For as loud and cocky as he was being, he always managed to look across the room and meet your gaze.
He knew you were watching, winking at you as he took a sip from his beer when you looked over. You rolled your eyes and turned away.
He wasn't going to talk to you in front of Damon, he wasn't that stupid. But the minute you were alone, that's when he made his move.
"How's it feel bein' on the losin' side?" Liam smirked, coming beside you as you waited for a drink at the bar. "Dermot's not lookin' too happy."
"Yeah, you seem very interested since you keep looking over." You snap, looking at him.
"Just interested in you," He comes closer, looking you up and down. "You look bored. If you wanna see what winnin' looks like, you can always come over."
He was so annoyingly charming, and as much as you tried to ignore him, he always found a way to try and slither back into your view.
"No, thank you." You say politely, taking your drink and turning your back to get away from him.
"I'm just sayin'," Liam gently catches your wrist before you could fully walk away. "If Damon's still being a cunt, call me."
That's when you felt him tuck a small piece of paper in your hand, letting you walk back to Damon as if nothing happened.
You didn't dare look back, but your heart was pounding with the possibility of seeing him after the after party.
Your mind was telling you this wasn't a good idea, but the temptation was a little too hard to resist. ✰ ✰ ✰
You didn't go back with Damon when you left the after-party. Some excuse about wanting to hang back with an old friend was convincing enough.
But really, you went to the nearest phone and dialed the number Liam gave you, still wondering if this was a good idea.
Before you could back out and hang up, he answered. "Miss me already, love?" He says, like he immediately knew who was calling.
"Shut up," You sigh before talking again. "Are you still up?"
"Yeah," He replies, his voice a little less cocky this time. "The hotel's five minutes away if you wanna come by."
That was how you ended up in Liam's hotel room, past midnight, heart pounding as you watched him step closer to you, his gaze full of hunger.
"Damon's got it good," He mutters under his breath, doing that shameless look up and down he was doing all night. "Kinda jealous he's got you all to himself."
"You're hard to resist." You whisper against his lips, inches away from yours. He was waiting for you to make the first move and fall into his trap.
That fed his ego of course, coming from Damon's girlfriend herself. "What's that? Damon not satisfyin' you enough?"
"That's not it," You reply. "Like you said, I just wanted to see what winning felt like."
It was then that you pressed your lips to his, slow and hesitant at first, before it became heated and desperate, rushing to get each other's clothes off.
Liam pulled away first, eyes already blown wide with lust. "If we're gonna do this, I wanna remember it."
He reached for a small camera, holding it up between you two. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of it, looking at him. "You want to record it?"
"Yeah, it'll stay between us," He says with that smug grin, taking notice of your reaction. "Unless it bothers you. This night will still be between us without it."
If you knew that saying yes would lead to problems with you and Damon in the future, you would've left. But the thrill in the moment clouded your judgment.
"No, we can record it." You say, trying not to show how excited the thought of being recorded made you feel.
He set up the camera and started recording before you even had your clothes off, turning back to make another sly comment. "Somethin' tells me Damon's too boring to do stuff like this."
Before you could even say anything else, he kissed you again, a gasp leaving your lips as he slid his tongue into your mouth.
The camera captured everything, from the small whimper that you tried to hide, to the way your hands fisted in his clothing, desperate to take it off.
Liam made you face the camera once you were standing in your bra and panties, showing you off to the camera, hands settling on your waist from behind.
He kissed along your neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your head fell back onto his shoulder, giving him more access.
He nipped along the skin, making a point to show the camera that he was marking you as his, and you were enjoying it.
It was then that he pushed you onto the bed before getting down on his knees, making sure the camera caught every second of the action.
Liam started to kiss along your stomach, blue eyes staring up at you as he inched lower, stopping right above the waistband of your panties.
Your body felt like it was on fire, heating up with each kiss he left on your skin as he came closer to your soaked cunt.
"Liam, please…" You whine, opening your legs to him, arousal clouding your judgment. All you could think about was his mouth on you.
He let out a low groan at the sight, his fingers starting to rub your clit through the fabric. "Tell me what you want, babe."
"Your mouth," A soft gasp falls from your lips, eyes fluttering shut at the contact. "Please don't make me wait."
A devilish smirk grew on his face at your impatience, loving how he had you so needy already and he barely touched you.
Following your command, his fingers hooked the waistband of your panties, pulling them down between your legs, revealing your dripping cunt.
"Fuck me…" He groans, just getting hard knowing that he gets to have this all to himself, and not Damon.
He threw your panties to the side of the bed, still not giving in to your needs yet. He kissed along your thigh, watching as you lay there impatiently, needing his mouth on you.
You bit your bottom lip in frustration, resisting the urge to just push his face between your legs. "Please…"
Liam leaned in and licked a long, slow, delicious stripe up your clit, making your legs tremble from the contact.
"Tastes like heaven." He mumbles into your clips before taking another long stripe up your clit, getting off to the way you moaned this time.
He moves your legs over your shoulders, moaning and diving into your cunt like a man starved. Every lick and suck was making you arch into him, the pleasure becoming too much.
He looked up at you through his long lashes, smirking against your cunt when he saw how beautiful you looked with your eyes closed in pleasure.
"Does Damon eat you out like this?" He swirls his tongue along your clit, watching as your cheeks flush from both the pleasure and the question.
When you didn't answer, he pulled back to look at your face, refusing to continue unless you said something. "Come on, answer for the camera, babe."
With your cheeks burning, you answered. "No, he doesn't," You whined, head finding the back of his head. "Don't stop, please…"
"Heard that, Damon?" He smirked, going to insert a finger into your tightness. "I've gotta be the one to please your girl."
You hated how cocky he was about all of it, as if Damon were watching in that moment. He was loving just how easy it was to leave you a wreck.
He dove back into your cunt after, his tongue flicking against your cunt as he started to move his finger against your walls, making you cry out.
You tugged lightly at his scalp, pushing his face further into your cunt, nose bumping against your clit as he worked his finger against your walls, knuckle deep.
Another finger had you moaning louder, thighs trembling around his head, his nose rubbing against your clit, giving extra pleasure.
"Liam," You say his name, feeling the vibration of his moan against your clit. "I'm so close, don't stop…"
His fingers curled inside you in response, moving them faster in an attempt to get you to your orgasm. "Come for me, beautiful."
He sucked on your clit, and you instantly became undone, thighs clamping around his head as your walls clenched around his fingers.
Every sound of your sweet moans was caught on camera as Liam continued to move his fingers through your orgasm.
"That's it, love," He smirks, removing his fingers to taste you on his fingers. "Haven't even fucked you proper."
After you came down from your high, Liam went to remove his boxers before moving you onto your hands and knees.
"Face the camera, babe," Liam whispers in your ear. "Wanna see all the pretty faces you make when I fuck you."
He couldn't wait to watch the tape back, already imagining how wrecked you would look on camera, needy for his cock.
He teased his cock through your folds, listening to the way you would whimper and push back for him to take you.
"Look at this Damon," He smirked, continuing to tease your folds. "Your girl's all desperate for my cock."
Without warning, he shoved his cock into your cunt, making you gasp as your fingers gripped the sheets under you from the stretch.
Liam didn't give you any time to adjust, immediately setting a ruthless pace even though you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.
"Liam," You gasp, eyes fluttering closed as moans fall from your lips, legs trembling as he delivers each sharp thrust in search of your sweet spot.
"That's right, babe," He places his hands on your hips, driving you back against him harder. "Let Damon know how much I'm making you feel good."
You whimper at his words, body arching into him as your walls continued to stretch to the size of him.
He felt different from Damon, thicker, more controlled, determined to leave the imprint of his cock in your walls long after this night was over.
"Please don't stop." You whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as he continues to pound into your cunt without mercy.
He groans into your ear in response, grip on your hips tightening. "Does Damon fuck you like this?"
In a haze, you shook your head, crying out as you felt him hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars, walls clenching around him.
His hand found your hair, fisting it into a ponytail as he pulled back, making you arch as he fucked into you harder.
"Let me hear you say it," He whispers in your ear before looking at the camera. "Let them hear it."
Putting on a performance was his specialty, and doing so when he knew he was being recorded with you made him cockier than ever.
He could tell you were close, walls fluttering around him as he fucked you deep, unable to even think straight.
"He doesn't fuck me like you do," You gasp, tears blurring your vision. "You feel so good, I'm gonna come."
"Good girl," Liam groans in your ear, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. "Wanna feel you come on my cock."
A few more sharp thrusts, and you came undone on his cock, clenching around him as your eyes rolled back into your head, the force of your orgasm leaving you trembling.
He continued to fuck you through it, loving the way you couldn't keep quiet from both the overstimulation and the pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.
His eyes glanced over to the panties that were thrown to the side of the bed, lying there with your slick, proof of how eager you were for him.
Just the sight of it was enough to get him close, lying there pink and naughty, ready to be claimed as his.
"Fuck princess," He pants, staring at the panties as his rhythm falters. "Gonna make you mine…"
With a few more thrusts, he quickly pulled himself out, stroking himself quickly as he positioned himself over your panties.
He came with a deep groan of your name, your used panties being stained with his seed, the camera capturing every second of it.
When you turned back to look at what he did, he simply looked at you with a smirk. "Just so you can go home wearing me."
And the camera would capture you doing exactly that, taking the stained panties and putting them back on, carrying him home with you.
Liam ended the tape with one last message: "Lost the award and the girl. Hope there's no hard feelings, Damon." ✰ ✰ ✰
The night you spent with Liam was memorable, you couldn't deny that. You continued to see him in secret a few times afterward, even spending a night watching the tape back.
Things didn't last forever with Liam. Eventually, you became more serious with Damon, and he was starting to become "serious" with Patsy.
But one day, he decided to restart a rivalry that was long over, and it all started with the tape.
He wasn't going to leak it himself to the public, he wouldn't incriminate himself like that. But all that talk to Damon during the tape meant he planned on sending it to him after all.
Damon had every right to be suspicious when Liam randomly came up to him and said it was a gift for you. Why would he have a gift for you?
So when he was alone in the flat while you were out running errands, the curiosity got the best of him. He decided to put the tape into the player and see what it was.
The last thing he was expecting to see was Liam settled between your legs, eating you out like there was no tomorrow.
His eyes widened in horror, realizing what was going on instantly. But he didn't bring himself to turn it off, like it was so bad he couldn't look away.
The worst thing about it was that you weren't even around to see it, which only made the rage boil up the longer he watched.
You happened to walk in at the wrong time. At first when you stepped through the door, you thought he was just watching porn.
But when you stepped to where the sound was coming from, you saw what was really happening.
There you were, hands and knees on the bed, Liam putting on his performance of a lifetime of putting you through the mattress as you desperately moaned his name.
It was the worst time for you to feel the slight throb in your jeans, but it was the first time you had even seen some part of the tape.
Damon turned back to look at you with fire in his eyes, and that's when you came back to reality.
"What's this?" He asked, turning to look at you as the tape continued to play in the background.
"Damon, listen," You stammer, trying to find the right words. "I can explain, it's not what you think—"
Just when you were going to explain yourself further, the sound of your moan came through. "He doesn't fuck me like you do…"
He couldn't say anything, just laughed and shook his head. You, on the other hand, were ready to yell at Liam.
You knew he did it as some power move to Damon, even after the petty rivalry was long over, but that didn't make it any less frustrating.
"Is that right?" Damon stands up this time, laughing despite the anger he was feeling. "He fucks you better than I do?"
"No!" You quickly replied, panic rising as the tape continued to play. "It was just something I said in the moment, I swear—"
"When was this?" He asks, lowering the volume this time. (He couldn't hear you over the way you were moaning on the tape.)
There was no use in hiding things anymore, so you decided to be upfront about it. "The night of the Brit Awards…"
Damon closed his eyes like it was taking everything in him not to blow up right now, and a part of you was wondering how he was even managing to stay so calm, but you weren't going to push it.
"You went to fuck him that night? After you told me you were hanging out with a friend?" He asks.
"I had my reasons!" You replied, fully owning up to it now that you were caught.
He scoffed and shook his head. "And what would that be?"
"You were moping around all night after the loss," You shrugged. "It wasn't fun, and he gave me a tempting offer."
He couldn't help but laugh at that again, like he just couldn't believe this was happening right now. "Really?"
"Yeah," You replied quickly. "And he did make me feel good." You say before walking away, leaving him to deal with the truth.
Damon watched the tape all the way to the end, jaw tightening at the sight of him making a mess of your panties before signing off with his stupid message.
He would get his revenge on Liam another day. Right now, he was determined to prove you wrong. ✰ ✰ ✰
You were now on your knees on his command, Damon standing above you, reaching for the digital camera you two shared, setting it up.
"You wanna make a tape with someone else?" He stands above you, holding the camera in one hand and unbuttoning his trousers with the other. "We can make a better one."
After he finished watching the tape with you and Liam, he'd come in with this look in his eye, something between jealousy and possessiveness.
It made you a little turned on. You've never seen him like this before, so controlling and dominant.
"Since you want to be a slut," Damon says as he strokes his cock a few times before holding it to your lips. "You're going to suck my cock like one."
He pushes his cock past your pretty lips, groaning as he feels your wet mouth take him so obediently, looking at him with faux innocence.
You didn't need to be told what to do. You slowly moved your mouth on his cock, the camera capturing every second of it.
"That's it," He groans, growing harder while you take him in your mouth. "I bet this is what you wanted."
You moaned in response, the vibration causing him to slightly buck his hips, hitting the back of your throat. He moved your hair out of your face, wanting to get a better view.
You hollowed your cheeks and began to bob your head faster, never taking your eyes off of him once, looking at the camera and his reactions.
Your tongue ran along the underside of his cock, a slight whine escaping him as you started to take him deeper into your mouth.
Damon couldn't keep himself under control much longer. His grip in your hair tightened, moving to the back of your head to push you further down his cock, shoving himself down your throat.
Tears prickled at your eyes as you felt him bury himself, starting to fuck your throat without a care in the world, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth.
The camera picks up the ragged moans and curses he was letting out under his breath, cock twitching at how messy you looked.
"You're gonna take all of me when I come," He growls, watching you gag on his cock. "And you're gonna show everyone what a greedy slut you are."
Your throat constricted around his cock as he continued to drive himself into your mouth, eventually spilling deep into your throat.
He didn't pull out until you swallowed every last drop of him, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop and you gasping for air.
"Good girl," He caressed your cheek, the only time he would be praising you for the night. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Damon positioned the camera in the corner of the room, making sure it would be in view of you and the bed.
He lay back down on the bed before looking at you, lazily stroking his cock, getting hard again. "Come here."
You did as you were told, meeting him on the bed and straddling him without needing him to tell you, leaning forward to meet his lips.
But he stopped you before you could kiss him, grabbing your wrist. "Don't face me, face the camera."
Confused, you pulled away and turned your back to him to face the camera, feeling him guide you onto his lap from behind, kissing your neck the same way Liam did.
A whimper escaped you at the memory, but you replaced the image of Liam with Damon now, leaning your head back.
"Want you to ride me for the camera." He whispers in your ear, leaving marks where Liam's love bites had once been.
When he pulled away, you felt his hands guide your hips above his cock, helping you to sink down onto him, the smirk on his face growing when you gasped at the feeling.
The sight in front of the camera was filthy. You facing the camera, body already trembling with need, cunt taking his cock on full display.
"Fuck," Damon groans as you take him deep. "Still so warm and tight for me."
He placed his hands on your waist, guiding you as you slowly began to rock your hips against him, soft moans falling from your lips.
You felt exposed like this, cock dragging deliciously against your walls, riding his cock with ease from how wet you were.
"Don't be shy," Damon growled into your ear, beginning to nip at the skin of your neck again. "You weren't so shy with Liam, were you?"
"No." You answered, whimpering as he began to guide you to move faster, the tip of his cock brushing against your walls in search of your sweet spot.
"Look at you," He says from behind, eyes flicking between your face and the camera, capturing every moment. "Fucking yourself on my cock like a good slut."
As you began to move faster, your tits bounced from your movements, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.
"Taking my cock so easily like the dirty whore you are." He groans against you, the grip on your hips tightening as he brings you down on him harder.
Damon's hips thrusted to meet yours, making you cry out at the feeling of him splitting you in half right in front of this camera.
"This is what happens when you decide to be a slut and make a tape with someone else," He slams into you harder, feeling your walls clench around him. "And I won't stop until you come."
The worst part about it all was that, even though he was punishing and ruthless in his pace, it only turned you on more.
Arousal dripped down his cock from how wet you were, squelching sounds mixing with your moans as he didn't let up in his pace once.
You cried out when you felt his cock brush against your sweet spot, moans turning into breathless pants as you felt the pressure building.
"Damon," You gasp. "I'm gonna come, please…" You beg, mind hazy with pleasure.
"You want to come?" He reaches over and starts to rub his thumb over your clit, making your legs tremble as you practically scream. "You gonna come for the camera?"
It was becoming too much. You were right on the edge, unable to hold back much longer as your walls fluttered around him. "Yes, Damon, please!"
"Go on then," He watches your face as he rubs your clit faster, thrusting into your sweet spot. "Let me see you come."
Your vision went white as your walls clenched hard around him, his name falling from your lips as he continued to fuck you.
His rhythm faltered as your orgasm washed over you, cock twitching against your fluttering walls as he chases his release.
"He didn't even come inside," He whispers in your ear with a devilish smirk, almost territorial. "What kind of man is he?"
And with that, Damon spilled himself hot and deep inside you, triggering another mini orgasm from you as he filled you up completely.
You stayed like that for a moment, still buried with him, head resting on his shoulder. Damon, on the other hand, had a satisfied look on his face. ✰ ✰ ✰
Damon held the tape in his hand, fully knowing what the contents of the videotape were.
He thinks about sending it to Liam as a form of payback, as a way of having the last laugh…but he decides not to.
He wasn't going to play into this little game Liam started, and sending it would only mean that he cared about you and Liam making a tape in the first place.
Instead, he laughs and sets the tape aside, saving it for a time when you and Damon would watch it together.
Liam would always keep wondering how Damon reacted.
Damon was satisfied with having the quiet victory.
And nobody else would never know about how deep the rivalry went because of the secret Battle of Britpop Tapes.
