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“New Muse”

Summary: where Noel has his new band “NGHFB” and fell into writers block—that is until he met you in a pub and took quite a liking.

Sorry for not posting as much, I always appear and disappear on here.

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The local pub, always carrying the smell of stale beer and warm cigarettes.

Being filled with the sounds of conversations and the occasional clatter of a glass hitting the Wooden tables.

Noel was sat alone by the bar, nursing a pint of Guinness that was nearly half empty—and completely forgotten.

His notebook lay open in front of him, pages blank except for a few scribbles. Frustration was gnawing at him.

Melodies seemed to hunt him just out of reach, lyrics dangling like whispers that refused to take shape.

He hadn’t written anything for his new band, after oasis broke up in 2009 this band was the only thing left for him to make it big again.

But then he heard you..

“Mind if I sit ‘ere?”

He looked up, his eyes bright with curiosity.

He gestured for the stool next to him, “go for it.” He muttered.

You slid into the seat, and quickly asked the bartender for a drink—then you glanced at him taking him in carefully.

“Rough night?” You asked.

“More like a rough month” he grumbled.

“Supposed to write songs for me band. Instead, I’m sitting ‘ere like a washed up poet.” He added.

You chuckled softly “maybe you’re just overthinking it”

“Yeah?” He arched an eyebrow and met your gaze “what do ya know ‘bout songwriting?”

“I don’t” you shrugged “but I do know people, and people love stories. You just need one to tell”

Noel leaned back a bit, intrigued. “You reckon you’ve got a story worth telling’, then?”

“Maybe” you spoke as you raised your glass and took a sip of whatever you were drinking “how long are you staying?”

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The night stretched on, the conversation flowed like a steady rhythm of a song—your words filling the spaces between his thoughts.

spoke about life, about the moments that linger in your mind long after they’ve passed—a forgotten kiss, a bittersweet goodbye, the feeling of standing alone on a crowded street.

And then, Noel’s notebook was no longer empty.

Words spilled across the papers, raw, honest, and full of feeling.

They weren’t perfect yet but he had what he needed.

“You’ve got a way with words” he said tapping the page with his pen. “Might’ve saved me album”

“I’ll take that as a ‘thank you’” you flashed a grin.

“More than that,” Noel said. His gaze lingering on you for much longer “Might’ve just found my muse.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded “yeah.”

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A day after meeting you he sat in the studio ready to make these lyrics come to life.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

At all.

He knew he should’ve gotten your number or something but yet he was in too deep to even ask.

And after he got his guitar right, stood up behind the mic one again and started to sing.

One song was born.

Yet there’s more to go, he needs her again.

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After not seeing her face again for a couple weeks, Noel and the rest of the band decide to take a trip to the pub.

And as fate intended she came in, eyes followed her around the room.

He was waiting for her to appear again, and finally she’s here.

He excused himself the the table and approached her, tapping her shoulder gently.

You turned your head, over your shoulder.

Locking eyes with him again.

Those blue eyes you thought you wouldn’t see again, because who knows how fate ends.

“Hi” you smiled softly.

“Hi.” He chuckled and sat next to you, you two sat a couple stools far from where you first met.

“Y’know didn’t get yer number, was regretting it” he admitted.

“Yeah? Me too” you glanced down at your drink.

“Y’look nice” he eyed your little outfit.

“Thank you” you had to admit that the conversation is quite awkward, like if there were tension and desires that had yet not been talked about.

Like if there was more to say but the overthinking was taking over.

“Listen—“ he started “what’d ya say, if ya come to the studio with me?”

“Right now?”

He gave you a small nod.

“Alright..” you muttered, unsure about it.

But who would say ‘no’ to him?

That same evening, he left his band behind and took you to the studio.

Walking through the many hallways to get to that specific room.

Filled with guitars, a drum set, microphones, sound table, amps.

A small wooden coffee table and a black leather couch.

The decoration of the studio is as expected, with awards and artwork being music related.

The two of you sat on the cool leather, then he reached out and grabbed his notepad.

“I needed you” he muttered roughly.

“Needed me?” Your brows furrowed.

“Yeah.” He flipped to a clean page “needed you, you’re like the only one I need right now.”

You stayed quiet, he looked kind of spooked that he had just admitted that.

“Hope I didn’t speak too soon”

Your lips parted slightly before a gentle “‘S’Alright” left your lips.

“So, how ‘bout that written then?” He looked at you.

You nodded, “yeah..should do that”

“I mean it though, yer probably the best thing that has happened yet—helped me”

You couldn’t help but smile.

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Mightttt do a 2nd part for ya

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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Aw brilliant father's comfort loved that line, His chest tightened, this kid—this kid was out here defending his old man like if he was some kind of hero.

Could you do a second part to this maybe they go to eat as a family and the boy is there and he says something for a reaction and Donovan gets mad, sunny has to pull him back. Noel steps in and at home, you talk to Noel about it telling him how proud you are and how Donovan has him wrapped round his little finger. - sorry for being really detailed I have more requests but I'll give you a break

“Defensive”

1st part.

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It had been a few days after Donovan revealing to Noel about the little fight he had, but it hadn’t been as long for him to forget.

Today all four were attending a small family go-out.

Just to have some lunch together, it was a quiet restaurant.

One that Noel really appreciates—nothing too flashy, but it’s a place where you can lay back and enjoy a glass of wine.

Donovan sat next to his dad, his mind was in another planet.

He was still hung up about how that little boy talked about his dad yet masking it with exaggerated politeness.

Sonny noticing his brothers odd behavior nudged him from under the table, sharing a quick reassuring smile.

Everything was fine at first—the small talk, laughter, and Noel pulling faces at the menu like if it personally offended him.

Then like if the universe intended for this, the little boy who argued with Donovan came in with his parents.

In a flash Donovan recognized him.

The little blond boy with light green eyes passed by the table muttering a little something to Donovan “still think your dad is a legend?”

Donovan shot up before he could stop himself “yeah I do! Problem?” His voice was too loud and sharp drawing the attention from some individuals including his own family.

“Donovan.” Noel’s voice became steady and firm.

Donovan was about to stand up out of his seat but Sonny physically grabbed his arm knowing that it wasn’t worth it.

“Leave it” he muttered to his brother.

The other boy giggled to himself and walked off—Donovan had his fists clenched.

Seeing this Noel sighed, setting his drink down “oi” he got Donovan’s attention. “Don’t waste your time on people like that ‘right?”

“But he—“

“Hey none of that, not now.” Noel’s tone was the kind to leave no room for argument.

Donovan huffed and obeyed his father’s orders, you reached out and took ahold of his hand, giving a reassuring squeeze.

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Later that night, after the kids went to bed.

You had found Noel in the kitchen pouring himself a drink.

He looked up when you walked in, raising an eyebrow “mad at me?”

You shook your head and walked closer to him.

“No, proud actually”

That got a small reaction from him—a small smile on his face.

“Yeah?”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder and nodded, “you handled it well y’know?”

Noel huffed a small laugh, “kids got me wrapped around his little finger.”

“Oh, completely” a grind had formed on your face.

“Don’t think you mind” you added smugly.

He exhaled softly, his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Nah..” he admitted “not one bit.”

You stood there for a bit, holding onto each other in the dimly lit kitchen space.

No matter what the world threw at you—your family, your love. Everything will be solved in a matter of seconds.

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.

Hii!! I love your writing soo much, your last Noel fic had me literally gigling and twirling my hair 😭❤️

I wanna resquest an imagine where reader is the guitarist of a rock band that is just as big as Oasis and Noel ends up meeting her and he is totally swooned by her talent and stuff... Also, Liam having a laugh out of Noel's face whenever he goes :0 when he sees reader passing by with her guitar lollll

“You rearrange my mind”

See what I did there? Little miles Kane reference for ya

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It was so surreal, I had become the next big thing in Britain’s new music.

My band “Everlast” had gained so much attention, and among all that attention was Noel.

I had a feeling he might fancy me as in an interview he was asked about my band.

“Thoughts on ‘Everlast’?”

“‘S alright, haven’t really listened to much of their stuff but they aren’t terrible.”

“What about the frontwoman?”

Noel had paused for a moment—“don’t have a proper opinion on ‘er but she’s a pretty bird.”

That interview itself made me overthink too hard.

Maybe I was just running on pure delusion, anywho—today there was a festival being held, Everlast was lucky enough to get a spot.

It was a massive stadium, heads left and right, the roadies and backstage crew running around trying to get their job’s done perfectly.

And we can’t forget the stuck up musicians cruising around like they own the place.

It had then been time for my band to go up, taking ahold of my guitar as I made my way backstage I stumble across the infamous Noel Gallagher.

“‘S that yours?” He asked me gesturing to the wine red strat in my hands.

“That’s right” I nodded.

He didn’t say anything just scanned every little detail about me, his blue eyes making sure to memorize everything.

“You’re up right now?”

“Uh huh—I kind of need to go..” I confirmed, quickly making my way out of that awkward exchange.

My bandmate Dave had seen what happened and had a smirk plastered onto his face “A Gallagher huh?”

“What? Fuck no.” I shook my head, stepping up on stage, my eyes settled on the screaming crowd of people right in front of me.

Strumming the first strings to a song, Everlast filled the festival with their music.

Little did I know, Noel was watching the band play from backstage.

His eyes haven’t left me at all he was smitten.

As Liam saw his brother not moving at all just staring at the band playing, made a bee line towards him.

He didn’t speak until he followed his gaze and saw exactly what he was looking at.

Letting out a teasing chuckle he spoke up “her?…never thought the day would come”

“Fuck off”

“Nah..nah, this is class—our kid letting a pretty bird get to him” he teased his older brother more.

“You don’t even know ‘er mate.” He added.

“I need to get to know ‘er.” Noel muttered.

“Yeah? Gonna charm her by starin’?”

“No you cunt, I’ll ask her out when she’s done.”

“Like hell you are.” Liam snorted.

“I am, just—fuck off”

“right, just let me know when she rejects you” he grinned and legged off.

As the hour passed, I got off of stage, letting the guitar roadie take my equipment.

Then grabbing an ice cold water that was offered to all four of us.

People kept getting my attention, my mouth just running about responding to questions and small talks.

Among that small chaos I feel a tap on my shoulder, turning my head around I see Noel again.

“Hi love—er…was wondering if I can talk to ya?”

“Uhm..yeah what about?” I asked cautiously.

“Just wanted to talk that ‘s all” he shrugged.

Who would say ‘no’ to this guy? So I walked around with him to do the so-called ‘talking’.

He seemed nervous, her kept twisting the golden ring on his finger.

Taking a lot of sips of the bottle of beer he held.

He probably noticed that I was growing bored of just walking in silence, so in a panic he spoke up.

“You were great up there” he blurted out.

Getting a compliment from Noel Gallagher isn’t an every day achievement so I took it at heart.

“You think so?”

He gave me a small nod “proper good with the guitar.”

A smile casted onto my face—“thank you Noel, means a lot”

“Yeah…hey erm…I got a question for ya” he turned to me, finally he stopped walking which was my cue to stop walking as well.

“What is it?”

“Fuck..listen—are you free tomorrow?” Finally his blue eyes found mine.

I hesitated an answer, but finally I nodded.

“Yeah I’m free.”

“Fancy gettin’ a drink with me?” His hands tugged on his jumper.

“That’ll be nice” I smiled

“Yeah..?”

“Mhm” I confirmed.

And as a rare sight he smiled.

We stood in comfortable silence as it got interrupted by a very loud accent.

“Our kid! You tell her you fancy her then?” He practically yelled getting attention from some individuals.

Obviously embarrassing Noel—gosh hurts the arrogant ego.

“Fuckin’ hell” Noel whispered under his breath, looking back at me.

“Sorry love, see you tomorrow yeah? Gotta deal with him” taking my hand and kissing the back of it, with a grin on his face he made his way out.

Like I said…surreal.

Not only am I getting more and more famous each day, but the Noel Gallagher had asked me out on a date.

Since when could I do that?

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Hi could I request a smutty romantic story based on Noel Gallagher and the reader being on there wedding night in Vegas ( so 90's Noel ) and Noel having gifts laid out for her maybe a custom jacket and shoes or perfume for her ( I would like to imagine a rich person's wardrobe 😊) and it leads to a romantic night

Warnings: smut & sweetheart Noel because we need him like that

I haven’t written smut in a hot while, so I apologize if it’s literal shit.

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It had been perfectly planned, from the small white chapel to the reception site.

It was so surreal—hours ago I had walked into a chapel as two people in love, and now I’m finally his.

Mrs.Gallagher

As for now being midnight we had arrived to our posh hotel, the neon lights of Vegas casting a soft glow over us.

The hotel room is massive, marbled floors, velvet drapes, king sized bed in the middle.

But among all of that stood my now husband Noel.

A cigarette dangling from his lips as he took my hand to lead me further into the room.

There was a row of beautifully wrapped gifts across a sleek leather chaise “Go on then.” Noel sent the green light to open them all up.

I carefully approached and took ahold of one of the smaller ones, inside was a diamond delicate bracelet.

Taking another gift out; a custom leather jacket, smooth to the touch with my new initials embroidered on the inside.

“Figured you might need something to match mine” he muttered, taking the cigarette out and flicking it on the ash tray.

“I love it” I grinned before taking the next gift, in there was a pair of saint laurent heels, the black finish shimmering under the light.

The last box contained a bottle of Maison Francis parfum.

He approached and wrapped his hands around my waist “like it?” He murmured, his breath warm against my neck.

I turned to face him to speak properly “Noel—this is…”

But Noel being Noel, he silenced me with a kiss, slow and deep, fingers tangling in my hair.

The weight of the night drifting away, the laughter, the way he looked at me when the words “I do” slipped out of him.

All of it settled between us.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. "Best night of our lives, yeah?"

I nodded, my eyes wide as his icy ones were filled with love and affection.

With a wicked smirk he scooped me up effortlessly towards the king sized bed, The city outside pulsed with energy, but this moment.

The one with Noel and I inside this suite was all that mattered.

His rough hands slid the straps of my white silk dress helping me out of it, his lips attached to my neck leaving soft kisses.

My hands tangled in his dark hair, tugging at it occasionally.

His fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties, sliding then down—he pulled away from my neck and took me in.

“Proper beautiful you are..” he murmured softly, he ran a finger down my slick folds making me break a whine.

He pulled away and started to unbutton his shirt, throwing it down somewhere around the room and kneeling himself in front of me—kissing my thighs softly teasing me.

He reached my core, his hot breath against me.

“Noel please—“ I whined softly, in response he chuckled and kissed my wetness later then attaching his mouth onto me.

Swirling his tongue around my sensitive bundle of nerves

Soft moans spilling out of me, each one encouraging Noel.

Slowly he pushed in two fingers inside my tight channel knocking a sharp gasp from me.

“Shit…” he whispered before he started to move his fingers curling them perfectly

He kept using his mouth on me, making sure to drive me down the road of ecstasy.

Each time his fingers got faster, he was going down on me like a mad man.

As I got closer to the edge I started to squirm, he had noticed that I was moving too much so he used his free hand to hold my lower body down onto the bed.

“Stay still” he grunted out.

“Noel—‘m so close, please..” I gasped out

“Come for me love..c’mon on” he cooed

With a final whine I coated his digits with my juices.

“That’s it…” he whispered helping me ride down my orgasm, standing up back again he pulled his digits out and licked them clean making me watch him.

He leaned back towards me, kissing my forehead softly.

“Take this off yeah?” He gestured to the white bra that covered my breasts.

I nodded and took it off, as I did that he worked on his belt.

Sliding his trousers down and stepping out of them.

His hand trailed down to the waistband of his boxers taking his painful hard-on out of its confines.

Leaking of pre-cum, he ran his tip along my slit.

“Don’t tease” I muster out quietly

His icy blue eyes were watching my every move.

Before I could beg him again he pushed in making my words choke.

“Fucking hell” he sighed staying in his position for a while until he made sure I was okay.

Then his hips started to move, every thrust driving both of us mad.

He started to pick up the pace, picking the perfect rhythm, a hand went to my waist while the other on my hip.

Every little noise I made encouraged him to be rougher and faster.

His breathing became raged, “fuck..you feel so good..”

“Please..” I could barely think clearly, his rough finger tips trailed down from my stomach towards my clit.

Making quick small circles against it—completely making me get closer to the edge.

“Gosh—’m so fuckin’ close” I whined letting soft pants out.

“I know darlin’..just a little more, you can do it”

He fucked me deep and fast, that was enough to make me squeal and reach my orgasm.

Then suddenly feeling his hot seed coating my walls white.

“That’s my girl” he praised, stayed in his position and kissed me tenderly—“I love you”

“I love you too” I sighed contently.

I’m so glad I’m his…

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