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Pairing: 90s!Noel x inexperienced reader
Summary: You and Noel have been best friends since childhood. You two are really close and you even learned guitar at the same time. When Noel joined Liam’s band, you supported Noel. Now Oasis has blown up. You and Noel share an apartment because you both still can’t afford a house. The two of you go out together to a pub nearby and come back drunk. Noel starts to get clingy.
cw: Smut, alcohol use, bad language, teasing, dirty talk, drunk sex, praising, bleeding from virginity being lost.
Author’s note: This my first smut and it’s a bit freaky, probably badly written and I kinda wrote it a month ago. I hope you enjoy reading it tho! 😭
Noel picked up his guitar, then stood up and played the strings messily. He began to sing sloppily. “Y/N, I love ya...uh, you’re my best mate!” He sang horribly. You laughed loudly, “You suck when you’re drunk!” You shouted out. Noel rolled his eyes at you. “You suck when you're sober.” He replied back in a sassy tone. “Fuck off, you got me there.” You both chuckled. Noel put his guitar back and sat next to you on the couch.
He put his arm around you slowly and then looked into your eyes randomly. “Why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?” “Oh nothin’, mind yer own business.” Noel replied whilst ruffling your hair. “Quit messin’ with my luscious locks.” Noel laughed. “Luscious locks? More like a total mess. Maybe if you fixed yer hair, you’d get some.” “Shut up, stop joking about that,” you replied defensively. “About what? That you’re a virgin?” You put your hand on his mouth. “Just shut up, Noely.” Noel spoke through your hand muffledly. "At least I don’t shag every bird around the corner.” You said in an annoyed tone. He removed your hand from his mouth. “Someone’s fuckin’ defensive.” He laughed. You scoffed.
“Why don’t you let me take it then?” He smirked and winked. You got flustered. “Have you gone mad!?” “Aw c’mon, it’s no big deal; it’ll be over before you know it.” He said suggestively. You were hesitant; he is your best mate. Why would you shag him? You were slowly giving in.
The whole time you were thinking, Noel was staring hungrily at your lips. He suddenly leaned in, and his lips clashed with yours roughly. Your eyes widened; the kiss was really unexpected. He shoved his tongue in your mouth. You slowly closed your eyes, enjoying it. He pulled back and looked at your flushed face with half-lidded eyes. “What do ya say?” He cupped your cheek. You paused for a second, then nodded. He smirked and picked you up.
You both started making out on the way to his bedroom. He opened the door and pushed you on the bed. He stood over you like a predator watching his prey. He gently caressed your hair. You folded completely. He unbuckled his belt, his hands shaking. You looked down at your pants nervously. You then slid your pants down. He was left only in his boxers, and you were in your underwear and bra.
He laid you down and slid down your underwear, you could see his boxers tenting up. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Noel slid down his boxers; his cock sprang out. Your eyes widened and you gasped. “S’alright, y/n. I’ll be gentle and slow.” He opened his bedside table and grabbed a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth and then put it on his long length. “It’ll hurt at first. Tell me when to stop.”
You were completely silent; you were so excited but nervous too. He teased you for a bit and entered slowly. You groaned, and he stopped. “You alright?” You shook your head to tell him to continue. He slowly entered all the way. He started to thrust slowly. You moaned softly; he kissed you softly to make you forget about the pain.
He whimpered quietly. He rested his head into your neck. His nose brushed your neck as he continued to slip in and out of you. He was slow but got faster, not too much to hurt you. “You feel so good.” He groaned. You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.
You two were close. Your eyes rolled back. Noel and you both came at the same time. He kissed your cheek. He noticed some blood dripping. He got up quickly and grabbed a wet towel and wiped you lightly. You both changed into comfortable pajamas; he held you in his arms and stroked your hair. “Thank you.” You said, smiling. “Anything for you,” he replied. “Are you still my best mate?” you asked worriedly; he chuckled. “Of course, this changes nothin’ between us, y/n.” He kissed your forehead, and you smiled.