Hi Could I Request A Smutty Romantic Story Based On Noel Gallagher And The Reader Being On There Wedding

Hi thanks so much for writing my request love it. I was going to request another 2

Is present day Noel comforting his son after a fight about someone who is not a fan of his dad ( I get from interviews that Donovan is very much " daddy's boy ") I just the way Noel softens when he talks about his kids

90's Noel finding out he's going to be a dad for the first time. Irl they found out about Anais in the south of France then went to Italy for 2 weeks because Oasis were at the height of fame. Always sounded glamorous. ( I have older siblings who collected magazines in the 90's so this is how I no )

I'll leave you be now

Thus so far I’ll write the first story and the second request will be in the making, and obviously this will be in Noel’s perspective.

“A fathers comfort”

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It had been a long day at the studio, by now his two sons should be back from school.

Turning the key and getting inside his home and admittedly sensing something was wrong, it was too quiet in here…way too quiet.

Usually the boys would be running around and causing chaos but now it felt odd.

Shrugging his jacket off, leaving it hanging on the leather chaise he made his way to Donovan’s room first.

Knowing that the quietness started off with him, knocking softly on the wooden door a few times he peeked inside.

He found Donovan curled up in his bed with his arms crossed.

“Alright Dono?” He asked, stepping further inside the room.

Hearing a heavy sigh fall from his son’s lips he knew something really was wrong.

“Not really..”

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his lap for a few moments before adverting his gaze to his sulking son.

“Got into a fight in school” Donovan muttered.

“A fight?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly thinking that his beloved son got into some fist fight.

Sensing his father’s unease Donovan quickly clarified.

“Not like that dad-“ he groaned, “just…some lad was blabbering about you—saying you’re overrated. That your music is just noise, and you’re—“ he paused “washed up.”

He exhaled a chuckle “well, that’s original coming from a 9 year old kid.”

“Dad.”

“Sorry—sorry” he quickly apologized with a small smile on his face “listen, people are always gonna have something to say. Specially about me, I’ve been pissing people off before you were even born.”

“Right, but it’s not fair” Donovan mumbled, “they don’t even know you”

His chest tightened, this kid—this kid was out here defending his old man like if he was some kind of hero.

“You don’t have to fight my battles” he spoke softly “I know who I am, and you know who I am. That’s all that matters”

“But—“

“Just let it go yeah?” He cut off “Tell you what—next time someone chattin’ bollocks just ask ‘em what their dad’s ever achieved. That’ll shut ‘em right up.”

Donovan shook his head, the fight dimmed into his little mind and was replaced by something more soft and sense of relief.

“C’mon then.” He stood up from the bed “let’s put some proper music and forget about them idiots yeah?”

A small smile plastered onto Donovan’s face, nodding and following his dad out of the room.

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A/N: A little short I know, I’ll be in the making of longer stories I promise.

“I wanted you.”

Summary: being childhood friends had led to stronger bonds, but with you and Liam it ended up being a trope between feelings and fear. (This is the year 2008, because Liam was AND IS so fit. FYI I might make this into a mini-series)

Part 2

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You still remembered the first time you’ve met Liam, it had been at the age of 9.

Right away you became great friends with the problematic boy.

By age 10 you were hanging out with his other mates, and had shared a kiss on account of a game of truth and dare.

Till this day, at 35 it had been a memory that you will never ever forget.

It was the month of December—the chilly mornings, the warm jumpers, barely going out.

Just as you were enjoying a hot cup of tea, three loud knocks on the hard wooden door were heard throughout your flat.

Grumbling to yourself you got up and answered the door—seeing the same baby blue eyes you were used to seeing for years.

“Let me in?” He didn’t tear his gaze away from you at all.

You gave him a small nod and moving out of the way pushing the door wider for him to come in, his hands deep into his parka pockets—he’s got small droplets of rain stuck to it.

“Sorry for comin’ unannounced and whatnot but—er…I didn’t know where to go”

you assumed it had been that gossip magazine that just announced that Liam had broken up with his years long girlfriend.

Obviously he’s still devastated and that’s why he finds himself standing in front of you soaked in rain water.

“‘S alright…some tea?” You asked tilting your head a bit.

He didn’t say anything but nodded.

“Still milk with two sugars?” You added.

“That’s right.” He then walked towards the couch making himself comfortable.

Heading to the kitchen to prepare his cuppa, you couldn’t help but wonder if Liam was actually alright.

Maybe taking his mind off the gossips and the fame would be good for him…

Heading back to the living room of the small flat you handed him the hot cup of tea.

“Cheers” he muttered, taking a sip.

“So—why are you actually here for?” You asked.

He didn’t give you an answer right away, he actually hesitated.

“Just came to see you” he gave a nonchalant shrug.

With a small sigh you sat next to him crisscrossed.

He tilted his head back onto the couch with a dramatic groan, “I don’t even care anymore, y’know what I mean?”

Before you could muster your opinion he kept talking, “it’s just—they never got tired of talking shit ‘bout me.”

“Maybe if you stopped giving them material to write about, they’ll get bored.”

He shot you a look, no real heat behind it though. “You sound like me mam.”

You chuckled for the first time in this evening, his usual scowl softened. Moments like these reminded you of how long you’ve known this fucker.

Before the fame, before the headlines, before you saw him as this untouchable rockstar—he was just Liam, Same confident boy from Manchester who would nick biscuits from your mums kitchen.

“D’you remember when we were kids?” You grinned bringing it up to get his mind off things, “—and you made me climb a garden wall to nick apples, you had this vision or summat.”

He huffed a chuckle “yeah and you got stuck up there, like a right muppet”

“Oh, sod off” you scoffed, throwing a cushion at him. “You were the one who left me there!”

“Did not!” He laughed, catching the cushion and tossing it back. “I just took me time to get the ladder.”

“Right” you rolled your eyes.

For a moment, it was just you two like it had always been.

A long string of silence settled between.

Liam’s gaze lingered, his usual cocky confidence flickering into summat unreadable. You felt your breath hitch as he leaned forward slightly, icy blue eyes locked on yours.

“I miss that” he murmured.

“What?”

“Miss us—back when it was easy y’know?”

Your heart pounded, you knew exactly what he meant.

The space between you disappeared. One second you were sitting there, breath caught in your throat and the next, his lips were on yours—warm, insistent, desperate in a way.

Way better than the kiss you two shared at the age of 10.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, “tell me I didn’t just fuck everything up.” He murmured.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers curled into his shirt “I’d be lying.”

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Dun dun dun

Cant wait for the pregnancy request to last request for a abit - getting board of myself tbf

But I found this clip of Noel he was married to Meg at this point I like it because they rarely talked about eachother in interviews https://youtu.be/wMaIpj8FGcw?feature=shared. So could I request a smutty romantic story based on this, maybe Meg can hear the interview and decide to surprise him by dressing up nicely

Thanks for writing all my requests so quickly your a star xx

“Rare moments”

I don’t usually write about stuff with their wives/girlfriends POVs but here you go (ALSO I wrote a ton a while ago and everything got deleted so I apologize for this being a tad bad.)

Warnings: smut as requested

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She hadn’t been paying much attention at first. The telly was on in the background, some interview with Noel playing.

Knowing that all the same questions were thrown at him.

She was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, half-listening like she always did when he was on.

Then she heard him mention her, “well she’s got good taste y’know?—‘s why she’s married to me.”

Meg’s head snapped up. She blinked, then glanced toward the screen.

He looked so casual, leaned back in his chair, like he wasn’t just casually admitting to the entire world that he adored her.

He barely even talked about her!

but because that was just who he was.

Private. Guarded.

But when he did mention her, it was always like this—understated, dry, but sincere in a way

She bit her lip, watching him for a moment longer. Then, an idea sparked in her mind

She wanted to remind him why he even married her.

As the evening went by he came back home—barely had time to shut it behind him before he caught sight of her

stood there in the dim lighting of their flat, dressed in something that hugged her just right, her hair done, her makeup subtle but sharp.

“What’s this then?” He asked.

Shrugging a bit “just wanted to dress up”

“For?”

“You” she gave him a cheeky smile

His lips parted slightly, then curved into that lazy grin of his—the one that had always driven her mad. “That right?”

Meg stepped forward, running a hand along the lapel of his coat. “I heard you on the telly.”

Noel rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Christ, what’d I say now?”

She tilted her head, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “That I’ve got good taste.”

tracing a slow line down his chest. “Thought I’d prove it.”

Noel exhaled sharply, his hands finding her waist, tugging her closer. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

His fingers tightened slightly, gaze flicking between her eyes and lips. “You know, you don’t have to prove anything, Meg.”

She grinned. “Humor me.”

Noel’s smirk deepened, his nose brushing against hers. “Reckon I can do that.”

And with that, he kissed her—slow and sure, like he had all the time in the world.

Backing her against the wall, he took ahold of the hem of the dress and pulled it up.

Running his hands against the soft flesh and dipping between her thighs making a sharp gasp escape her.

“You look so beautiful” he murmured.

She blushed at his compliment.

His lips then trailed down her neck, leaving small bites here and there.

His fingers pushed her panties to the side, ran his index finger along her slit feeling just how soaked she is.

Meg arched into him, her breath quickening at the touch of his hands.

He slipped a strap of her dress down revealing her breasts to him.

Taking her strapless bra down his thumb brushed over her sensitive nipples making them pebble to his touch.

His other hand that was between her thighs stopped teasing her and he pushed two fingers into her tight channel.

Making soft moans escape her as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Fucking hell, I need to be inside you” he rasped, his mouth trailing fire down her throat

Meg moaned, tilting her head back as she ground against him. Her hands tangled in his hair.

He kept coaxing her with sweet nothings, keeping the pace of his finger steady.

“‘M so close—Noel” Meg gasped.

Being the cheeky little shit he is, he pulled his fingers out making her whine.

“I need you love, ‘m sorry” he muttered and kissed her with an urge.

Now that his hands were free they went towards his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his trousers.

He grabbed her thigh and lifted it up to his waist.

Gripping tightly.

With his free hand he pushed his boxers down, glancing up at her with his icy blue eyes.

Noel reached between them, positioning his thick cock at Meg's entrance. He thrust upwards, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

Meg cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size.

Noel's hips bucked, driving deeper into Meg's clenching heat as he savored the feeling of being fully joined with her.

He captured her mouth in another fierce kiss, swallowing her moans as he began to move, setting a relentless pace.

Meg's leg wrapped around Noel's waist, locking him in place as she met each of his powerful thrusts with her own eager ones.

“So tight” Noel panted against her lips, his grip on her hips tightening. "You feel incredible... always…fuck…so perfect for me."

Meg's nails scored down his back as she rode him harder, chasing the peak of pleasure.

Noel's fingers dug into Meg's ass, pulling her flush against him as he pistoned his hips, driving ever deeper.

“Look at me, baby," Noel commanded, his blue eyes blazing with lust as he held Meg's gaze.

“See how much I want you? How fuckin’ crazy I am for ya?” He panted.

Meg's vision blurred, her body trembling on the verge of climax.

She could feel every throbbing inch of Noel's cock stretching her, filling her completely. With a final, desperate arch of her back, Meg shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy.

“Fuckin’ love you” his lips parted, blue eyes locked on her.

“Every bit of you.”

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Hi 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼, here’s another one of these silly stories

summary: you’re invited to a party, as you roamed around you found James cowboy hat, putting it on for almost the whole night, little did you know, that has a little meaning behind it. That apparently you did not know of, if you wore a cowboys hat it indicates your attraction to them.

Warnings: cussing, smut, drinking and mentions of smoke.

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It was a random Friday night with the same cycle of partying, as I sat there on the booth I could see people drinking, couples rubbing against each other, with the stench of alcohol and smoke.

James was talking to me earlier but left to go get more beer for himself, what a shock. Although he left his precious white cowboy hat, feeling bored out of my mind I decided to put it on.

As the night went on I did talk to some people here and there, drank, and danced, though I did feel many eyes looking straight at me, it made me feel kinda insecure like if there was something wrong of me.

It wasn’t quite dirty glares but more of skeptical looks.

Whatever it was I had to check it out myself, I made my way through the hallway of this pub finding a mirror besides the two bathrooms, my eyebrows furrowed as I studied my face.

My mind was a bit fuzzy that’s until I heard James behind me “why are you wearin’ my hat?”

“I dunno I got bored” I muttered not sure what the big deal was anyway.

“Right don’t act all innocent” he chuckled, “I’m not!” I defend before continuing “seriously what’s wrong with it?”

“You wearing it, is what’s wrong” he crossed his arms against his chest looking down at me like if I was a child getting in trouble.

“Oh how helpful” I shot back sarcastically, “if you’re just going to start pointing something out at least tell me the reason” I scoffed.

“Wearing the cowboys hat dumbass..

Ring any bells??” I just stared at him confused out of my mind, I’m actually getting tired of this nonsense, thankfully he caught up that I indeed did not know shit.

“God…wearing my hat means you’re attracted to me among other things” he trailed off.

“What other ‘things’?” I turned my body to face him, he just chuckled “like riding the cowboy for example.”

As I heard those words coming out of his mouth I couldn’t believe it; has people known that this is James hat? This has to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve gone through.

“Are you serious?” I asked not believing I wasn’t aware of that rule.

“Clear as the sky” he smirked at me, “so, wanna play by the rules? Because I can show you a great time.”

“Do I have another choice?” My eyes flickered up to his blue ones before he answered “Nope.”

“Great..” I mumbled under my breath, looking down trying to contemplate this but he grabbed my chin making me look back up at him. “It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ sweetheart.” There it is, that pet name that gives me those stupid butterflies.

“Yes..?” I felt unsure but he took the opportunity anyway, grabbing my hand and taking me to some part of the pub I didn’t know existed, it was a small room, there was a sleek black leather couch, the only lights being blue colored, there was a zebra pattern carpet in the middle which I found incredibly cheesy.

He brought me up to the couch, sitting me down onto his lap as he caressed my sides carefully, like if he were to be a piece of art.

“You should lose these tight jeans” he murmured, obeying I slowly got off his lap, unbuttoning the front of my jeans and slowly sliding them off, revealing the black lacy panties.

He darted his tongue out to lick his bottom lip, as I finally got them off he reached out grabbing my hips and sitting me back down.

He cupped my face “you look so hot right now” he chuckled, before I knew it we both leaned in, connecting our lips together into a kiss that soon turned passionate, his other free hand trailed down to caress my upper thigh, squeezing the flesh gently.

He pulled away and admittedly started to attack my neck with sloppy kisses, gentle bites here and there, as for his hand it rested on my hip but his thumb reached down, moving it in small circles against my clothed clit.

“James..” I breathed out, he just added more pressure making sure I felt everything, making me whimper softly.

“hmm..” he hummed in approval before pulling away completely, taking the hat off my head and hooking his fingers on my shirt and taking it off for me, “I’m gonna take these off yeah?” I nodded giving him permission.

He tugged on my bra taking it off revealing my breasts to him, he groaned “fuck you’re gorgeous” I felt him hardening under me.

“James please” I whined, I needed this man I didn’t care how desperate I sounded right now.

“Patience sweetheart” grabbing the waistband of my panties, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me up enough to pull them off of me.

Once those were off I’m completely bare the only piece of clothing being his cowboy hat, slowly running his finger along my slick folds.

“Your so god damn wet.” He murmured. “gonna get you ready for me, okay baby?”

Before I could react or say anything I felt two finger enter my hot cunt, gasping at the feeling my walls clenching around his fingers perfectly.

“Shit you’re tight” he sighed and started to plunge his fingers, curling them hitting every spot he finds.

I started to squirm getting overwhelmed by how good his fingers felt inside of me, “stay still” he scoffed fastening his pace just slightly.

My hands went to his shoulders, nails digging onto his shirt as his fingers work on my pussy, letting dirty little noises fall out of my lips.

He started to be a bit more rough, getting faster as he kept his eyes on mine keeping eye contact.

As I was about to reach my orgasm he pulled his fingers out, I whined at the lost of contact of his delicious fingers.

He glanced at his fingers seeing them coated in my juices then bringing them onto his mouth licking them clean, “taste so good” he grunted.

“I need you to ride me, can you do that angel?” I nodded biting my lip lightly. He then started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans just enough to pull his painfully hard dick.

And he was big, made me feel nervous and excited at the same time.

He pumped his cock at least three times before grabbing my hips to make me hover over him, I felt him align his tip against my entrance teasing by rubbing on it a few times, rubbing his pre-cum all over my folds.

Slowly I started to sink down, his length stretching me out making me wince. “You okay?” James Being quick to ask, I nodded “yeah..” being determined to take him all I kept going ignoring the pain until I sat all the way down.

I heard him groan and grip my hips tighter, I stayed in place until I got used to his size, I rolled my hips biting my lip at the feeling.

Holding onto his shoulders still I started to move up and down, sounds of pleasure leaving the both of us, his hand started to help me move at a rhythmic pace.

His length sliding in an out of my wet cunt perfectly, my head tilting back as I kept riding off the pleasure.

“Fuck-..you feel so good” he groaned.

“James please..” I whimpered out, one of his hands trailing over my ass giving me a harsh smack, I moaned at the feeling it was so overwhelming.

“..Mm so close” I gasped, “yeah? Gonna cum for me darlin’?” He started to thrust his hips upward making him go even deeper, my mouth agape as I let him take complete control.

My nails digging onto his shoulders, it’ll definitely leave marks.

“Come on baby” he cooed trying to get me to my high.

Finally I let out a scream of ecstasy, coating his dick.

He kept going, gripping my hips and setting me down all the way as I felt his cum painting my walls.

“Fuck..you did so good for me” he groaned taking a few strands out of my face, I panted softly and smiled tiredly.

We stayed like that for a few seconds before he kissed me sweetly.

Hi! I’m back I was suffering from lack of motivation 😞

Summary: you’re babysitting his daughter, after suffering from a recent divorce he needed help to look after his kid as he’s at the studio often, though recently he’s asked you to stay longer.

Warnings: cheating, smut, hair pulling, degrading and praising

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It was a long day of babysitting his daughter Cali, though Cali was an easy child I still got a bit tired of running around and keeping the little girl entertained.

It was around 11:36PM, I had just put Cali to sleep, now having to wait until James came back, something off putting about James was that he’s been making me stay longer always trying to convince me.

Especially when he’s home too, I’m not sure what this is all about.

Thinking about it made my head spin with thoughts, then I heard the front door open then slamming the door behind him, James arrived.

Probably pissed at something hearing how heavy his footsteps were being that wasn’t a good sign.

“How was the studio?” I asked trying to make a little convo between us maybe to lighten up his mood.

“Shit.” He responded and went straight to the kitchen to grab a beer, typical.

“I mean Lars was being a dick, then I broke one of my guitars string, then I got pulled over from driving too fast!” He continued with his complaint of the day.

“That bad huh?” I chuckled

“Yeah easy for you to say, you didn’t go through this shit day” he scoffed and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to me with a soft thud.

“You’re right, my bad” I smiled and shrugged, knowing that arguing with this man wouldn’t go anywhere because of how stubborn he is.

After a moment of silence he decided to break it, “how was Cali? Gave you any trouble?” That was all he asked since seeing that his little girl wasn’t running around meant that she was asleep. mind as well ask about how she was throughout the day.

“She was good today, we went to the park and got some food together” I told him about our little day together as I kept my eyes on the TV.

I was getting really into the show that was playing, I didn’t know what it was but it was really interesting—well that stopped my thoughts as I felt his rough hand grab mine.

I didn’t say a word just looked down to see him scanning my hand.

“Who gave you this ring?” He asked looking at the silver ring on my middle finger.

“…My boyfriend Jackson gave it to me” speaking cautiously since I don’t know where this is going..

“Boyfriend huh?..” he paused his fingertips felt gentle on my skin “does he treat you well?” He glanced up at me.

“Uhm…yeah, he’s a good guy” I nodded to support my statement.

“Right…does he make you feel real good?” He suddenly asked, it caught me completely off guard—I tried to speak but words didn’t come out, I mean Jackson wasn’t a bad guy but it wasn’t like he was good enough with the sex and affection. he let out a chuckle “I take that as a ‘no’ then sweetheart”

Before I knew it he leaned in and kissed my forehead gently, lowering his lips close to my ear and he whispered to me “Y’know I can make you forget anything about him.”

Those words switched something in me I didn’t know I had—I don’t know what this man does to a person but he has me completely.

Building up the courage I kissed him—taking the hint he kissed me back his hands going to my waist to pull me under him, he wasted no time into unbuttoning my jeans.

Pulling them down with a swift motion, I felt his hand cupping my pussy through the thin fabric covering my sex, I moaned softly into his mouth—he pulled away and started his assault on my neck, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties slapping it on my skin later then pulling them off roughly.

The force of the friction made my skin burn a little but he didn’t seem to had noticed.

“So pretty” he murmured softly, he ran a finger through my slick folds he was being so gentle here taking his damn time.

“James please” I whined, I knew this was cheating, but I needed him I needed something.

It was embarrassing to hear how desperate I was being but I would do whatever it takes to have him..

“James—“ I started to beg again but he cut me off as he shoved two fingers inside my tight cunt—making me gasp.

He groaned at the feeling of my velvety walls clinging onto his two digits, “fuck you’re tight…so wet” he mumbled as he continued to suck and kiss my neck.

Being slow at first for me to get used to it, whimpering softly I whispered the words “faster..” which switched something in him, he almost admittedly started to plunge his fingers in me with force, taking every moan out of me, his fingers curled inside of me, years of playing guitar payed off amazingly.

He continued assaulting my pussy, his free hand lifted my shirt just enough to have access to my breasts, taking one of my sensitive buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue and biting softly against my right nipple—his fingers continued going faster.

I tried closing my legs because he was overstimulating me but he wasn’t having it, his free hand holding my thigh down to keep my legs spread.

He pulled his mouth away from my nipple and looked straight at my ecstatic face.

“Be a good girl and come for me” he cooed, not being able to hold back anymore I coated his two fingers with my sweet essence.

“That’s it…good girl” he pecked my lips, taking his fingers out of me slowly making a soft gasp leave me, he pulled those same fingers up to his mouth licking them clean.

“On fours” he demanded, I couldn’t do anything but obey him at this moment, I turned my body around on my hands and knees, the soft leather of the couch making it more comfortable for me.

I heard him belt come off first and a zipper going down—at least I thought he would’ve give me a warning but James being James—he thrusted forward, first making me take 3 inches..then 3 more until he was balls deep.

I trembled slightly “Please…” I whimpered, I knew this man had no mercy, but In this moment he did have the heart to let me get used to his size, I nodded giving him the hint that he could move, he took no time into moving his hips in a rhythmic pace.

Soft moans and whimpers leaving my mouth as each time he got faster and rougher, “taking me so well…” he praised.

“You like getting fucked by this old man huh?” He scoffed, placing a hand on my asscheek and another on my hip as he picked up the pace.

I couldn’t muster any words, the only thing leaving my mouth were my gasps and moans.

“Answer me.” Speaking strictly at me.. “y..yes” I whimpered

“Good girl.” He sighed, “fuck you feel so good…f’cking slut” he groaned.

My hands eventually gave out, I went on my elbows instead, burying my face onto the couch pillows, he grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my face back up “let me hear ya.” He panted.

“…Mm so close” I gasped out, “fuck yeah…” he whispered “cum for me baby”

“Cum all over my cock.” He fucked me deep and fast, that was enough to make me squeal and reach my orgasm.

Then suddenly feeling his hot cum coating my walls white.

“That’s my girl…” he praised, pulling out of me slowly.

He had me spent, I don’t think I would be able to get up yet.

“You should break up with him” he zipped his jeans back up, looking down at me like if he didn’t just fuck my Brains out.

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Blessing you guys with another, KIRK SPECIALTY 😋

“By The Beach”

A/N: sorry for appearing and disappearing like this chat

Summary: you and Kirk went to the beach together to spend a day with each other, as the day progressed there were some guys that flirted with you so that pissed Kirk off, and he took you out behind a rock out of spite.

Warnings: smut, public sex, Jealous Kirk.

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Kirk called me on the phone around 4:15AM today asking to go to the beach, now who would say ‘no’ to that? Bonus of staying there is that we would be able to see the beautiful sunset later.

I started to pack my beach bag carrying all of the essentials, sunscreen, extra clothes, hair products, towel, and snacks.

I waited about 15 minutes until he came by with that charming attitude of his to pick me up, “Ready to go M’love?” He gave me a goofy grin.

I nodded “yeah, let’s go” I chuckled, we both made our way into his car and off we went.

“Oh! I found this awesome place at the beach earlier” he mentioned as he parked the car, I hummed not really knowing how to answer but I did let him know that I was listening—

As the sand touched my feet I felt relaxed like nothing else mattered.

“Come on!” He grabbed my hand as he led us to the so called ‘spot’

There was two large rocks under this boardwalk, he grabbed my wait to make me walk faster, I rummaged through my beach bag and got the towel out, placing it gently on the sand—unbuttoning my jean shorts and pulling them down along with my shirt, I could feel Kirk’s gaze on me.

Blessing his eyes with the white bikini underneath those clothes “so pretty” he murmured and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Thank you” I smiled “I’m gonna go take a dip” I announced as I made my way towards the chilly ocean water—I could smell the saltiness of the ocean, dipping my feet first.

I got used to the feeling as I got deeper everytime—some other surfer guy started swimming towards me.

“Hey there beautiful” he greeted, I could already sense his intentions.

“Hi” I replied bluntly.

“You here alone?” I shook my head ‘no’

“Mm…shame, I would’ve taken you already” he “joked” and laughed.

That little “joke” of his pissed me off, I rolled my eyes already loosing my interest of being in the water, “whatever” I mumbled and started swimming out of there.

“Hey don’t be so boring!” He called out.

As I walked back, water dripping down on my body—I looked up to see Kirk with a pissed off expression like if I flirted back with that surfer creep.

“What?” I questioned, “who the fuck was that?” He replied, I knew it.

He made the assumption I dreaded to hear.

“Some creep, it doesn’t matter” I excused it.

“Yes it does matter.” He paused “why the fuck was he talking to you?”

“Because he was being an asshole” I grumbled already getting in a bad mood.

“Watch the attitude” he scoffed.

“I don’t have a fucking attitude” I snapped—well now I do.

He huffed and grabbed my wrist pulling me behind those same two rocks.

His hand was on my hip, fingers under the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

“You don’t talk to me like that” he corrected me, before I could say anything he forcefully bent me over, my hands going on the rocky wall.

“Kirk not here.” I grumbled, “right here, just be quiet, yeah?”

In a swift motion he brought my bottoms down to my ankles.

This might be my first time having public sex, I knew how risky this was—I knew how unsafe this was but I couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, I just let him.

It was a weak moment of mine.

His hand caressed my asscheek and up to my bare arched back.

“Next time don’t talk to me like that okay?” He spoke softer, probably felt bad from snapping like that.

“Okay” I mumbled, “can you take it right now?” He asked for permission he always did.

I nodded, letting him do whatever he needed to do—all I knew is that I was soaked already, there’s something about his rare jealous nature that turns me on.

Suddenly I felt shocks of pleasure—his tip was teasing my slick folds coating his dick with my essence.

I whimpered at the feeling, slowly pushing his tip inside of me, being a complete tease as he pulled out and went back in.

“Kirk quit it.” I whined, he chuckled not really responding, as I was gonna complain again he plunged in me balls deep making me moan loudly, he responded with covering my mouth with his free hand.

“Shut it” he whispered, he was slow at first but once he found the right pace he started to go faster.

My moans were muffled as he kept his palm on my mouth—I was keeping up with his harsh thrusts.

“That’s it..” he cooed quietly, he placed his free hand on my lower back making me arch my back more, letting his dick go deeper inside my wet gummy walls.

The faster he went louder the sounds of skin slapping skin were heard—he did try to keep it occasionally so we wouldn’t get caught.

“So good” he groaned.

I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing, I couldn’t let him know since he’s still keeping me quiet but he knew.

He always knew, he brought the hand that was on my lower back towards my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing my clit in harsh circular motion trying to make me cum faster.

His movements making me bite his hand, he still didn’t pull away, he was determined.

I could hear him panting more clearly, both of us in the brink of pleasure.

“Come on baby..” he mumbled, his thrusts grew faster and deeper; I couldn’t take it anymore before I coated his cock with my sweet juices.

He let out a guttural groan as he painted my walls white, finally taking his hand down from my mouth.

“Good girl, taking everything I give you” he kissed my neck lovingly—placing his two hands on my waist to straighten me up.

“I wasn’t too rough right?” He looked at me, I chuckled and shook my head “no”

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I could die happy if I simply sat on his lap. Just saying 😋🤭

“All hail Papa Het!” we say in unison