lainey

Noel told himself time and time again he could resist your influence. Late nights spent in the studio, hearing the borderline angelic tones coming from the room literally next door to his. Head in his hands, trying to convince himself he wasn’t listening, that this wasn’t even a thing. That you weren’t a thing.

Unfortunately, you were the one thing in his life he hadn’t prepared for.

Noel’s a consistent being, especially since the breakdown of Oasis all those years ago - all he needed now was to live a life that had some form of normalcy. He woke up, kissed his wife good morning, checked if his kids were all sorted for school, then off to the studio to start creating some new songs. Songs to break from old habits with the high flying birds, now a thing living outside of his head rather than in his mind; larger than anything. Noel’s life was good - nice kids, nice house, nice wife most of all; Sara was the best thing in his life, his absolute rock. Almost 20 years married going strong.

So why now was he questioning it all?

He looks up at the ceiling, hands falling away uselessly to his side, hearing the knock on the door.

He let you in immediately.

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He still remembers the first time he saw you move in. You, some bright eyed 20 something year old, stood in an outfit that showed way too much skin for the cold October day, suckling on a lollipop whilst you watched movers grab boxes upon boxes of equipment. He’d skulked outside to see what all the commotion was about- the studio next door to his had been completely empty for a good few months, the last failing artist having shacked up his stuff, called it a day, left in the night. He was boring- never wanted a chat, never even really paid much attention.

Noel could tell you were different.

He’d felt like such a dick, that day, gawping at you as you flitted between boxes, making sure the men were being “10,000%” careful with your stuff. He’d laughed. Thought you were cute. That was just an age thing, at 44, you were allowed to think the younger generation were cute. That was, at least, until you spotted him.

“Alright?” You said, the sun beating down into your too long lashes, were they fake? Noel couldn’t tell. He wasn’t used to analysing stuff in this much detail. He also wasn’t used to people being so bold around him, “Sorry about the noise, Noel, we’ll be outta your hair soon”

You knew who he was. Of course you did, he was the best fucking thing to come out of Manchester in a long time, there was no doubt about that.

“Oh, you’re alright sweetheart,” He’d said, his voice catching in his throat a little. He swallowed, trying to get rid of some of the tension pulling at his vocal cords, “Need a hand?”

“That’d be fab, thanks”

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Noel also, regrettably, remembered the first time you’d come around. It’d been a couple of weeks since he’d seen you. But he heard you, alright. Heard the beautiful saccharine tones falling from your lips in the next room over, heard the girly bubbly tunes playing loudly from speakers as what seemed like crowds of your friends gushed all over them, the song distracting him from his own writing. But it wasn’t the song, was it.

He also heard the late night rendezvous with male partners. It’d started off quiet at first, a little giggle here and there while he strummed on his guitar, the slight knocking about of furniture. The sound of a low male rasp against your bubbly feminine tone. Were you-

His question was answered fast, faster than he wanted to. He sat there with his notebook in-front of him, face, unfortunately, blushed a sickening shade of red as he pretended not to listen to the honey sweet sighs falling from your lips, or the way they evolved into something much more pornographic as the thudding from the room got louder.

What was impossible to ignore, was the sick straining of his cock against his jeans.

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Quickly though, the two of you became friends. Hallway pals at first, a slight nod of his head, and the ridiculously sweet waves you gave him, “y’alright Noel?” slipping from your lips making him smile as he walked off, hands in his pockets, smiling too much for a man who was currently going back to a room his wife was in.

You’d spent some time together, having invited him into your studio space for his input on a song, sitting far too close to him on the couch. He could feel the way your breasts pressed against his arm, not wanting to admit to himself that he actually missed the sensation the second you pulled away, “Yeah- uh, yeah it’s good, darlin’”

“Yeah?” You’d said it in a way that made his stomach drop, a bead of sweat appearing on his forehead as he nodded.

He felt sick, not ill, just absolutely twisted. His head held in his hands more often than he’d like these days, cursing himself for the way his dick throbbed in his jeans when he thought of you. Thinking of you with his wife asleep in the bed behind him.

He’d curse himself out, obviously, running hands down his face as he gave into it. Gave into you. Leaning over Sara to kiss her awake, fumbling with his boxers to pull them down as her sleep soft arms made their way around his neck. Sara. He reminded himself as he sunk deep into you. — Her.

But there was still the occasional time your name almost left his lips as he fucked her. Hips snapping feverishly as he shoved her head down into the pillows. It was easier to think it was you that way.

Both of you knew the tension would snap, you felt it for a while. The teasing drag of your hand over his every time you begged him for help. You were so pretty when you did that, leaning against the doorframe all soft, your hair in rollers.

“What’ve you got that shit in for?”

“Got a party later old man, need your help real quick”

He’d let himself stand behind you, one hand bracketing you in on your right side, the other idling by his side like he didn’t know what to do with it. He adjusted a knob on the mixing desk. Showed you how to do it like this was just private tutoring just for you. “Go on try it” He’d said, about to pull back. Until your hand covered his own, feeling the way the music changed in its tone as you moved the knob around. Noel had to bite on his lower lip to stop him from saying anything.

Sure he was old. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t still appreciate a pretty little thing like you. With your bright smiles, your pleases and thankyou, the way your hand slammed against the wall you knew the couch in his side of the studio was on when you were being fucked out of your mind. It was only a matter of time before the game was up.

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The divorce came quietly, but not exactly a surprise. Hell, he’d even conversed it with you.

It’d been a late night, you brought him into your studio mainly for the purpose of trying to flirt through those marital barriers. Sat on the couch - you with a cocktail can held within your perfectly manicured nails tapping against the condensing aluminum. It rocked through his mind like nails down a chalkboard — no, it wasn’t that unpleasant. The sound turned to a silent melody in no time as he turned to look at you.

“Sara and I called it off”

He held your eyes for a moment, steely blue eyes trailing down your soft face, your soft body, that velvet tracksuit you always fucking wore. It was all worse tonight, the feelings, the guilt. The need. He watched you carefully as you shuffled on the couch.

You were trying to hide a smile from your face.

“Really?”

“Really” He echoed, sitting back on the couch with a shrug like it didn't really bother him. It didn't really, he and Sara hadn't been a 'couple' in the traditional sense for years now- romance consisted mainly through the children: talks late at night in bed about how Donovan was getting on in school, was Sonny enjoying that new football team he'd joined? Was Anais coming round soon because they really hadn't seen each other in a while-

His rambling thoughts were cut off by you. You, so much younger, so much sweeter- softer. Nothing like the cold affection he'd received from his actual wife, nothing like he'd felt in months. Especially not when your hand made it's way to his knee, leaning in close like you wanted to whisper a secret, "I'm sorry..."

He swallowed. He didn't want to turn his head where it was focused on a stack of crates across the room. They were pink. Fucking pink. Who in their right mind would have pink crates and a pink studio and who the fuck would be thinking this much about a girl half his age-

He was trying to stop himself from turning towards you.

But the pull proved to be too much. Losing the internal battle- the struggle, he turned his head. Blue eyes met big expectant ones, your lips so close to one another's that if either of you wavered just the slightest bit they'd be brushing, hot breathing mingling in the space between. Too close Noel. He didn't listen to his mind. Licked his lips, trying to fight with the pull to glance down at your own, "Don't be..."

You smiled at that, hand coming up to brush against his jaw so gently as you shifted further up the couch so thighs pressed against his. You could see the way the contact made his jaw work, the way it clicked and his hand tensed on his thigh like he was putting in real effort not to grab you right now. “Don’t be” you repeated softly, thumb brushing over the height of his cheekbone. He looked absolutely torn.

Noel didn't even know what to say, didn't know how to behave. The pull he felt was too strong, too much for him to handle, your thumb dusting across his cheek just pushing him. Pushing him over the edge.

And that's when he kissed you. Warm, soft lips met yours, so soft and gentle the contact felt barely there. His hand made its way to your thigh, warm against the soft fabric of your comfy joggers, gripping tighter as he deepened the kiss. The other made it's way to the base of your hair, tugging slightly as his lips made gape to shove his tongue into your mouth-

Fuck.

He pulled away with a sharp gasp. The memories flooding back in of his wife waiting at home, always so dutiful despite the years of cold affection passed between them. His kids in bed, waiting for the stories dad would come home and tell them of his time in the studio, what he was working on. What was he doing? He couldn't even think properly with the slick little line of spit connecting both of your lips, the warm atmosphere of your fucking girly little studio causing his head to spin, the sweet smell of the soft perfume you always - always wore, the one he always noticed, the one he couldn't get out of bed when he was at home by himself trying not to fuck his fist at the scent of you somehow lingering on his shirt-

But, as always, you cut him off again.

This time with soft lips hitting his harder than before, teeth clashing as you clambered into his lap. "Don't think about it" You breathed against his lips, seated yourself so perfectly over his half hard dick bulging against the seam of his jeans, "Don't think about them". He groaned as you pushed yourself back against him, hands instinctively flying to your thighs to tug you jarder against his growing erection, a slight moan leaving his open lips as he let your tongue invade, hands gripping you impossibly tighter as your tongues fought between your mouths.

"Fuck" He almost growled, pulling away once more - not to stop whatever was going on now - no. He made himself clear, "You're always in my fuckin' head aren't you" Pushing you back by your shoulders until your back rested against the comfy cushions of the couch, already propping himself over you. The hand that had been clenched in the back of your hair now flying down to your throat. Not to squeeze, just to hold, quiet dominance in a way he knew his wife would never let him. Never wanted. But here you were - some pretty ;little thing half his age, the thing he could never get out of his head, finally under his control. The thought made him dizzy. "You've been fucking gagging to get between me and my wife"

He leant down, practically growling the words out against you lips as one thick, calloused hand shoved your thighs open, lowering his hips to press his growing bulge against your core. He wanted you to feel bad - god, he knew it was fucking twisted, knew it was wrong what he was saying. But as his hardness met your core, already hot even through the sweats, he couldn't help but groan, hand squeezing your throat tighter. Head dropping down to your collarbone like he couldn't bear looking at you, "All I can think about is you" His voice sounded strained, Mancunian accent turning even thicker as his lips brushed against your neck. "Y-yeah?" You muttered, the tension of his hand wrapped around your neck causing your voice to strain in a way that made his dick jump in his pants. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Yeah"

One word. Breathed against your neck. Before he was flipping you. Thick hands tugged your pants down, spreading your ass crudely with one hand as the other slipped around your neck to hold your head up. "N-noel- what?" You tried to stammer out. But secretly, you could hardly believe your luck, months spent pushing him, teasing him in a way that wasn't obvious. But was clear enough to get him to break. "Shh- shush pet" He muttered, holding your head back so it strained, his forehead knocking down against the crown of your head. "I know darlin'" He breathed softly, trying to calm himself, forehead creasing as his brows furrowed, trying to stop himself form completely losing it. "I know" He sighed once more, hand spreading your ass now kneading into the plush flesh, swallowing, "D'ya want this?" He muttered, fingers brushing almost so close to your already throbbing wetness, stopping themself just close enough to hear it, "Tell me- g'on, use your words".

He felt your head try to raise even more, the room now thick with an almost palpable tension. He let up his grip on your chin, hands now slowly making their way to either side of your head, clenching them into the thick couch cushions as he swallowed. And he almost fully lost his breath at your expression. The slight lazy smirk you wore, the glint in your eyes despite the compromising position as you turned to look up into his. You bit your lip. Your eyes darted up and down his frame, eyes glinting with a kind of desperation he hadn't seen since his flings in the 90s.

"I say..." You whisper, leaning up even more so your bare ass brushed against his dick. You smiled even more as his steely blue eyes fluttered shut, jaw ticking with the obvious effort it took for him to just slam your head back down into the couch. You blinked, just once dragging out the obvious tension in the room, "I say... you've wanted this longer than you wanted to let on"

"Yeah" His voice was shaky, swallowing so thickly it almost caught in his throat, hand moving back to your ass, slipping around to tug you up so your knees rested on the couch, basically on all fours. And you let him. You wanted - no, you needed this. Just as much as him, clearly. "Your wife won't have ever made you feel as good as I can"

He let himself laugh at that, admittedly - his cheeks heated up slightly as he dropped his head between your shoulder blades, hands now sliding up from your ass to press you back down onto your front. He chuckled lazily, hands sliding down your torso in a way which raised goosebumps across the slightly exposed skin from where your shirt had rolled up, "Nasty fuckin' thing" He muttered, shuffling down the couch. Resting himself on his stomach, "Pretty" Is all he muttered as his thumbs pulled your plush cheeks apart, hot breath fanning across your already dripping centre, "Can tell you've wanted this" His voice was rough, harsh in a way that told he didn't feel like soft, but wanted to, just for now. Until he worked himself up to it.

His tongue made contact with your core. A sharp gasp escaping your lips as warm hands tugged you closer to his head, nose nudging against your entrance as his tongue snaked down to your clit. "God, you taste so fucking good pet" He muttered, hands gripping your thighs so tight they might leave bruises. He could hardly believe himself, just 20 minutes ago he was fretting about how his life was completely falling apart, now he was tasting your sweetness on his tongue. His eyes fluttered shut as he let himself immerse himself in you.

Decidedly, however, he couldn't stay calm for long. The soft skin of your thighs, the primal scent of you, the taste of your wetness set something completely different off in him, hands gripping your thighs pushing you up further, causing your back to arch crudely. "N-noel..." You whimpered into the couch, trying to turn to look at him. But one hand pushed your head back into the couch, overcome with the feel of your wetness dripping onto his tongue as he pushed it further into your core, revelling in the sound of your wetness. And you laughed. You fucking laughed - a sound that made his eyes snap open, pulling back from you - not even bothering to wipe the dripping slick on his slightly stubbled chin, "G'on" He muttered hoarsely, hand trailing up the back of your thigh to push two fingers into your core, a sharp huff of laughter blowing from his nose at the way your laughter stopped, "Said you gotta talk to me baby, need to hear ya"

You huffed in embarrassment as two thick fingers scissored you open, voice coming out all shaky as you pushed yourself up, "You gone senile, old man?" You teased. Noel's eyes narrowed, fingers pushing further into your cunt, pressing down hard against your g-spot to elicit a crude little whimper from you, "Fucks that means to mean?"

You grinned, pressing your lips together to prevent the hopeless whimpers from tumbling from your lips, pushing your hips back into his hand. Fucking yourself on his fingers. Noel felt like he was going absolutely insane.

"Means I think you can go harder"

"No wonder your wife wanted to leave, can't have been giving her dick good enough"

"You fucking little-" Noel cut himself off as his jaw clenched, tugging his fingers out of your hole as he grabbed you by the shoulders, picking you up with almost impossible strength to drag you across his lap, splayed in a way that should've embarrassed you but instead made you even wetter in a shameful dance. Neither of you quite knew what this way, but Noel knew he'd heard enough of you being a brat. his hand smoothed across your ass as you lay there helpless in his lap, free hand tugging your head up so he could meet your eyes, "Want you to fuckin' count" he muttered, thumb tugging on your lower lip so he could shove it to the back of your throat, chuckling as you tried not to gag, watching with a little coo as your eyes welled up in tears, "Think you can do that before you go all dumb on me?"

He smiled as you nodded, hardly able to do an anything else in the compromising position as you clenched around nothing. noel felt the tensing of your thighs, eyes sliding from yours to stare down at your plush ass hovering, practically begging for it to mark him up. his smirk turned crueler as his hand brushed against soft skin. Before

SLAP.

His hand made contact, a shark smacking sound echoing around the small studio, the sight a crude contrast to the soft space you'd built for your haunting little sirens songs - at least that's how it felt to Noel. the pull of you was impossible, he could hardly believe he had you here right now, all alone, spread out across his lap. " can't hear you, princess" He muttered, hand slapping against the skin of your ass once more, sending you forward with a slight yelp, voice muffled around his thumb plugging your mouth, "Two- that was two" You tried to sound stronger than you actually were right now, tried to pretend like him exerting his dominance over you wasn't exactly what you wanted for months.

He kept up at that for a while, repeated slaps of his hand against your ass, ruby ring on his pinky finger practically burning the hot flesh as his hand made contact again. And every single time, you were so responsive. So good for him, whimpering out your responses for just how many times he was abusing your poor ass. It was a far cry from the usually bubbly girl who'd greet him in the corridors, feeding perfectly into his sick fantasy of ruining you, ruining you until all you could think about was him.

He let a soft hum sound from the back of his throat, thumb pushing down harder on the back pf your tongue just to test how much you'd gag for him, a smile blooming across his aged features as the little sound slipped from your parted lips, "Good girl" he whispered, hand soothing against the red skin of your ass, tapping cruelly on the flushed skin just to hear you whine, smile deepening even further, "Y'like that, huh?" He whispered, slipping yet another finger into your mouth to tugbyoir mouth to the side, manhandling your face in just the way he wanted. Just to embarrass you further. God, he'd never wanted to ruin somebody like this in his life, "Like me callin' you that?"

His hands made their way to your middle, hearing the way you gasped now that full oxygen potential was returned to you. But that was short lived, of course it was. Your breath was stolen when Noel grabbed your waist, pulling you up so you were sat properly in his lap.

"Take me out then" He muttered, smiling up at the mess you'd already become, shifting yourself on his lap to not feel the sickly-sweet pain of his abuse of your ass, your perfectly applied makeup smudged by his hands and the tears which had sprung in your eyes from them pricking with tears at the stinging sensation of his hand. Yet still, you took it all like a champ, wiping the leftover drool from the corners of your lips as you shifted closer, rolling your bare core against his bulge as you smiled that horrifically sweet grin, "Take what out?" You leant closer to him so your lips brushed against his. You kissed him then, clearly distracting him from whatever he felt like doing as you reached one hand down to his lap, palming at him through his jeans. He let out a rough sigh, hips jerking up into yours to feel the friction of your hand pressing against his dick. But even that was short lived, as you pulled away, free hand swiping away the string of drool connecting you from the soft kiss, "daddy?"

Noel felt like he was going to be sick. An almost guttural groan escaped his lips as he knocked his forehead against yours, "Fuck, can't say shit like that" He whispered. You were brutal, not even five minutes ago you were choking on his fingers, whimpering like some helpless little thing as he used you in the way that he wanted. the shifting dynamics made his head spin, leaving a little nip against your jaw, he muttered, "Gonna let me fuck you now? Waited long enough haven't I?"

He lifted his head, those insanely blue eyes boring into yours as he gripped your jaw, shaking your head as he manhandled you, free Gand coming to the smalll of your back as he pushed you, causing you to lean back on his lap as the other moved from your jaw down to your cunt, calloused thumb brushing against your clit, "Gonna let daddy have you, huh baby?"

He smiled as you nodded. God you were impossible.

And Noel wasted no time.

He pushed you down, forcing you to scramble off his lap and lay splayed on the floor, staring up at him as he stood up, practically towering over you. Fuck.

The sharp clink of his belt rang through the air, he kept his eyes on you the entire time, pinning you where you sat splayed on the floor with just his gaze. Once the belt was undone, however, that was th end of your redundancy.

"Have at it then" He muttered, staring you down as he held his hands out in a crude gesture, "Let me fuck that pretty throat, eh?"

You couldn't help but smile uo at him, an action mirrored by an uncharacteristically soft smile spreading across his face as you knelt, ready to stand up to make your way to situate yourself between his legs. However, as you managed to get one foot up, his eyes stopped you. Narrowing in a way that showed absolute disapproval. You froze where you were, caught by his gaze as he tilted his head. You swallowed, the confidence slowly draining as you sat back on your haunches, a soft, "What?" Escaping your lips. Noel stared at you for just a moment more, shrugging, before taking himself out. Your eyes zeroed in immediately as he let his dick slap crudely against his stomach, hard and flushed as he wrapped his hand around the base. Never taking his eyes off you. "Oh" You said softly, suddenly tamed by the sight of him working his dick in his fist slowly, tense grunts escaping from his lips as he stood in front of the couch, "So pretty" You whispered, finally looking up to meet his eyes. He chuckled at the sight of your face, clearly needy for him. Gagging for it. Cute.

"C'mere then"

It was such a simple phrase, said so softly it almost gave you whiplash from the different ways in which he was speaking to you. The casual dominance in his tone, the way he'd started to slightly fuck up into his fist, never taking his eyes off yours. You tried to stand, but his hand stopped. He was frowning. "Ah, ah ah" He stopped you. You didn't say anything, just watched as he continued, gesturing to the floor with one hand. "Nobody said you could stand, pet"

You let out a quiet whimper. Fuck. Was he really going to make you crawl to him? Surely not even Noel Gallagher could stoop that low.

Clearly, he could however. He stood there, unmoving, hand now wrapped around his dick again as he pumped it so lewdly. He smiled softly at your face, tilting his head to the side like he expected something, free hand beckoning you towards him.

And so, with a laboured sigh, and a smile which served to convey fake confidence. You obeyed. Crawling towards him on your hands and knees, slow to give the impression of something sultry. Noel let out a shaky sigh at the sight, his own eyes fluttering shut like he couldn't bear ti even watch as his hand tightened around his dick, pumping it even harder at the crude sight.

Following the embarrassment, you eventually made your way over to him, resting your hands on the side of his knees, hands clenching in the thick denim of his jeans, resting your cheek against his knee as you waited for his instruction. Noel let his eyes flutter open, ticking his jaw once as he let his eyes meet yours one more time, smiling softly down at you.

"Hi" You muttered, catching your lip between your front teeth as you stared up at him. He chuckled at that, releasing his dick as he let his hand reach down to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against the height of your cheekbone. Just like you had done before, that felt so long ago, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his thumb. And then-

SLAP.

Another sharp tap, this time against your cheek, Noel chuckled above you, catching your chin where your face had turned away from the force of his hit, "Where are you going, eh?" He said, tone so mocking it was downright sinful, gripping your chin harder, bending at the waist so he was fully making eye contact with you, "Gonna suck me off now, pet? Gonna show me what you can really do?"

But all you could do was nod, sitting up dutifully on your haunches as you waited for him. Watching him. He looked like he didn't even want to continue, just for a moment, a flash of doubt casting over your face. In that brief, apparent lapse in his judgement, he bent further at the waist. His lips sealing your in a kiss almost too soft for the situation, lips lingering warm on yours for a moment. Before he pulled back. "Be a good girl, then" He muttered.

And he wasted no time.

He guided his dick to your lips, watching as you dutifully opened your mouth wide, eyes flickering to watch as he slowly pushed it in, the veins, warm on either side of his shaft, throbbed just once at the feeling of your mouth. So warm. So wet. Sara hadn't given him head in years, called him 'boring'. Said it wasn't exciting enough. Yet here you were, this pretty young thing with her lips wrapping eagerly around the tip of his dick. Noel almost couldn't believe his eyes, hand coming tp stroke your hair after he finished easing the tip into your mouth, calming you. Controlling you. "That's it sweetheart, you okay?" He muttered, warm Mancunian accent wrapping around the words in a way that was simple. All you could do was nod, furrowing your brows as you focused yourself pn taking more of him, looking uo into his eyes for some form of approval.

And Noel already looked completely wrecked. His brown hair, now flecked with salt and pepper, completely messy, face slightly flushed as he stared down at you like this was everything he ever wanted. And that was true, since the moment he'd set eyes on you, this was the moment he'd been dreaming of. So, he took control of it.

The first roll of his hips against your mouth was slow, almost sinful in its pace, as if he was testing the waters. A sharp sigh left Noel's lips at the feeling of your tongue swirling around him as he pulled back slightly, just to push his dick back into your mouth, watching almost hypnotised as you took him so well, thumb coming to collect the drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. He smirked, a sharp laugh escaping his lips, a sound entwined with a half moan as he looked down at you, tapping the corner of your mouth, "Big stretch now, love" He muttered.

And then he shoved his thumb in alongside his dick.

And from then on, Noel Gallagher was unstoppable.

With one sharp movement, he thrust his dick into the back of your throat, laughing as he hooked his thumb around your lips, pulling them wide open to see the way his dick hit the soft spot at the back of your throat. Both hands then curled around your face, tugging with his fingers wrapped around our jaw to pull you back. "Old bones, eh baby?" He chuckled, slightly breathless as he sat himself down against the couch. You adjusted, barely, as you fell forward against him, arms scrambling so your hands could find purchase on his thighs, his hands gripping your face, the thumb still tucked in your mouth alongside his cock. And then, the cruel way in which his hips immediately started up an unforgiving onslaught, fucking up into your mouth with reckless abandon.

Noel stayed quiet for a moment. Just enough so that he could hear the lewd squelching of his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth, "fucking pathetic" he muttered as you began to whimper around each gag, tears that had been pricking at your waterline now beginning to shed fully at the force of his dick hitting the back of your throat. You couldn't even think, couldn't even speak, just rendered to a hole for him to use as he pleased. Months had led up to this pointe very teasing glance in the corridors, every time he fucked his wife pretending it was you. All of that tension leading up to now - Noel Gallagher laying back against the couch in your studio like he owned it, like he was the king, just using you however he wanted.

"Know you wanted this bad" He all but growled as he gripped your face harder, fucking your skull at such a pace it made you dizzy, a moan which sounded like a half whine slipping from his lips as he lifted his hips once more, fucking into your face, "Sitting in here all pretty, knowing i'm just next door"

You've never heard him sound so frustrated, never knew he could even sound like this. Everything was going too fast yet all too slow at the same time unable yo do anything except let him continue his verbal onslaught, his balls hitting heavy against your chin with each thrust of his hips, his dick throbbing almost wildly as he continued, "Y'were mine since the first secon-" he cut himself off with a guttural moan, gripping your face harder as he continued to slap his hips into your face, "Even though you knew I had a missus - I heard fucking everything you little devil, all those pathetic little lads you brought back" He chuckled slightly, catching himself with another breathy little moan as yo let out a desperate whine, trying to do anything which would bring him closer to the edge, too give you exactly what you wanted, "Bet they didn't fuck you like this"

Noel was quickly loosing it, letting out a loud, guttural "Fuck" As he pulled his hips back fully, grabbing you by the forearms, not even giving you time to adjust before he'd dragged you onto the couch with him, moving impossibly fast as he adjusted himself behind you. And then he slammed his hips into yours. He laughed at your bewildered expression, one hand pushing your head down into the cushions once again, the other catching both your hands to pin them behind your back as he immediately started thrusting into you without warning, "Aww, s'it too big for you baby?"

The hand pushing your head down gripped your hair, tugging, harsh. You whined at the force of it, the pain, the pace, how quickly he was moving and forcing you into all these new positions making you dizzy. But not too dizzy to bite back.

"F- Can't fucking feel it"

The hand in your hair tightened. You could practically feel the way his jaw clenched he ragged your head up, leaning his big body over yours to mutter, "Fuckin' bitch"

He slammed your head back down into the cushions, holding you there. His hips seemed to speed up, if that was even possible anymore, now long, sharp thrusts designed to completely incapacitate you, holding you down so he could fuck you how he pleased. "Where's my nice girl gone then?" He spat from above you, hiking your hips up so he could hit even deeper inside of you, every pass of his hips hitting against that spongey spot inside of you. It was almost too much at this point, held down by the absolute force of him, each drive of his hips pushing you even further into the couch, "N-Noel" That's all you could say.

And he was having none of it.

"Shh-shh, pet" he muttered, hips slowing slightly again, "Y'gonna beg?" He asked, too sweet for the way his hips began to speed up once again, "Gotta say it right next time". His hand reaches round again to grab your jaw, turning your head so its strained so you can meet his eyes, watching with bleary gaze as he nods down at you, "What do you have to say to m then?"

"Th-thankyou, daddy" He grinned at that, letting out a soft little coo as he leaned down to press his lips against yours, hips speeding up even more so, lewd slapping sounds resounding around the small studio space, hand gripping your hip to tilt it so he can dig even deeper within your warmth, "There she is" he mutters against your mouth, "Y'gonna cum baby?"

All you can do now is nod, pathetic, unstoppable whimpers drooling from your lips as you try your hardest to keep them locked to his, "What's that sweetheart?" He groans against your mouth.

"Y-yed daddy"

That's all it takes, Noel locks his mouth to yours once again, hand leaving your hips to reach around to circle your clit in a rapid frenzy, "G'na come inside, okay darlin'?" He asks, mouth hot on yours as his dick throbs hard inside of you, signifying he's close to, "We'lll do it together, okay?" He smiles as you nods, speaking for you, "Think y'mean 'yes daddy'"

And that, combined with the harsh grip on your chin, and the sharp snap of his hips into yours finally pushes you over the edge, hips shaking as your walls squeeze around him, wetness dripping down onto the couch. He groans at the feeling of you soaking both his dick and his hand, pressing harshly with two fingers against your clit as he finally spills himself inside of you with a moan that sounds all too much like his own desperate whimper, pushing his lips even harder against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut, "Fuh-fuck, soaking me- fuckin' soaking me darlin'" He moans against your mouth, looking down to see where you're joined, "Feel that? Feel me fucking your belly full of my cum?"

You hardly even have a second to register as he's already flipping you around, hands sliding down your torso as he pull out with a harsh huff of a sigh. Already sliding further down the couch so he can rest facing your core.

And as he begins to clean you up with his tongue. your hands dazily making their way ti grip at his shaggy hair, you can hardly focus on it. There's a quiet buzzing behind you. Somewhere in the daze you find it in yourself to reach back with one hand, finding the source of the noise.

A little black rectangle.

You bring it to your face, a smile crossing your lips as you register the buzzing. Text messages.

Contact - Sara: Hi Noel, I know you ended things, but I can't stop thinking about us

Contact - Sara: If you're not busy, I'd like to talk?

You don't know when, but somewhere along the way you'd learned his password. Through a brief whimper as his soft tongue brushed against your overstimulated clit, you were able to unlock the phone.

Noel: he's busy xx

And unbeknownst to Noel, his ex wife has just received a very shaky, blurry, but unmistakeable picture. Her ex husband between the thighs of the woman she'd been told countless times during the later years of their relationship to never worry about

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