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When did your heart let me go? [rd]

Author’s note: this is sad, Rúben acts like a douchebag, you might hate him or me (or both) after you read this

Warnings: mentions of cheating, slapping and a premature birth in this ‼️

wc: 2418 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

You feel a tear running down your cheek as you feel your baby kick, almost like it’s trying to calm you down and distract you from what’s in front of your eyes.

A picture of your husband kissing another woman in a nightclub in Portugal - not just any random woman, but one of his closest childhood friends. Rúben wanted you to travel with him on vacation, but you weren’t allowed due to being so far ahead in your pregnant state already.

You thought it was a bit weird that he still decided to go on vacation with his friends, even if you weren’t able to go with him, but you decided to let him have some rest from the season - your friends and family were near you if you needed something.

And on his first week of vacation, you’re already being gifted with pictures and videos of your husband publicly making out with his “best friend”.

In between your tears, you let out an ironic chuckle when you realise the reason why he insisted so much for your daughter to have the same name as his friend - Sofia. Something switches inside of you now, your mind connecting all the dots, making you assume that this thing between the two of them, has been happening for a while now. Maybe that’s why she keeps calling his phone when he’s with you, and he insists on going to a different room so he can talk to her. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t let his phone near you anymore, and that’s probably why he doesn’t shut up about her - always mentioning everything about her life, about how great she is, how good her ideas are, how beautiful she looks all the time, making you feel a bit turned out in a way, since the pregnancy has took a toll on your self esteem.

Your skin collects all the tears that are falling from your eyes, letting them sink as your baby kicks slow down - maybe she can feel that something is wrong, her heart beating in sync with yours might feel as tight as yours does now. Your hand slowly moves through your belly, looking down at your bump, silently apologising to your daughter for what her father is putting both of you through.

The days pass by and Rúben keeps enjoying his days off - no concerns, zero worries as he doesn’t even bother calling you anymore. During the day, your phone only buzzes once with a “all good?” text from him. You take a deep breath before replying a short “yes”, locking your phone again because you know damn well that he won’t bother to double text you.

Your hands move on their own as you pick up a pen to sign the papers in front of you, deciding to put a stop to this. Now, it doesn’t hurt like it used to - you’ve spent the last days crying your heart out to this, the picture of their lips connecting as his hands traveled through her hips doesn’t seemed to leave your mind. Secretly, you recollect the moments where you were the one feeling his touch, being the one who he desired. It’s been a while since he has touched you, and now you know why: he was too busy touching somebody else.

The more you think about it, the more you realise that you didn’t lost only his physical touch, you lost his soul. It’s been months since Rúben has looked at you with that same sparkle that he had in his eyes on your wedding day, two years ago. His fingers weren’t as soft on your skin, his words weren’t as gentle. You remember seeing some of that sparkle when you broke him the news of being pregnant - given the fact that he wanted to be a dad so badly. Now, he doesn’t talk to your baby as much, he doesn’t video call to see your bump when he’s away. He has definitely distanced himself from you and your baby, and now it’s your time to move on with life without him.

Your friends help you pack your belongings, and Rúben is taken by surprise when he comes back home and he sees your shelves empty. Your beauty products aren’t in the bathroom, your clothes aren’t in the closet, and your bedside table is clear. He searches for you through the house, finding you sitting on a chair in your backyard. You sip on your tea, looking up at him without saying a word.

“Where is all your stuff?” - he bluntly asks, looking you straight in the eyes with a serious expression.

“Have you seen the papers that are on the kitchen table?” - you ask him back, still keeping your composure.

He sprints inside, and you patiently stroll behind him to see his reaction once he got his hands on the papers that were waiting for him.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he reads the first lines on the document. “You’re divorcing me?!” - he spats, raising his voice a little more than he intended.

You remain silent for a few seconds, taking in the sweet flavour of his reaction to your decision.

“So, you really thought that a video of you cheating on me wasn’t enough for me to file the papers?” - you ironically question, your tone mocking him, making his blood boil more by the second.

He stops in his tracks, speechless as the realisation hits him. You know what he did, there’s no way he can run from it now. Still, he gulps as his minds tries to find a way to demove you from divorcing him.

“You can’t do this, you can’t leave me” - he says, pleading with a slightly threatening tone. “You can’t take my daughter away from me. How are you going to raise a baby all by yourself? You can’t do it alone” - Rúben tries to play with your mind, bringing your child to the topic, messing with your feelings.

“You should’ve thought about that before, Rúben. We’re done, and don’t bring my child into this. You didn’t seem to care about this baby when you were out partying night after night, so don’t even try to play the dad card now, because you didn’t acted like one during these last months! Thankfully, I have a lot of people who care about me and love me and my daughter, and I’m moving on with my life without having you in it” - you answer him, your voice raising as your heart starts beating faster in your chest, your body trembling with anger.

He’s the one chuckling now, smirking ironically as he looks down at you with a dark look, making you feel pathetic and small. “You really think that another guy will help you and love you after this? You got knocked up by another man” - he laughs at your situation, making your blood boil, only for your hand to land on his cheek, slapping him hard.

He looks at you with a shocked expression, never expecting you to actually hit him.

“I hate you, I hate you so fucking much. Don’t you dare come find me or my daughter because I will haunt you down if you do-“ - you shout at him, interrupting yourself as you feel a sharp pain through your bump, making your entire body contort. You feel yourself getting wet, and as you look down, you realise your waters just broke.

“Shit, no no no, this can’t be happening, you’re supposed to stay there for two more months” - you say to your belly, now completely forgetting about Rúben and the entire situation, focusing completely on your baby.

“I’ll drive you to the hospital” - Rúben tells you, trying to get at your side to help you walk.

“The fuck you won’t” - you spit, managing to distance yourself from him, calling your mom who was waiting to hear from you.

Your mom rushes you to the hospital, with Rúben following behind the two of you, trying to see his daughter being brought to this world.

He runs to you as a nurse takes you inside. “I’m the father, it’s my right to be here” - he informs as you look at him with a dead look, your contractions getting worse by the minute.

The nurse notices your altered reaction, squeezing your hand as she helps you sit on a wheelchair, being way to hard for you to stand on your feet now. Your mom stays behind, as you are rushed to the delivery room, the doctor letting you know that you would have to go through an urgent birth, since the baby was losing oxygen due to being premature, feeling the consequences of all your distress.

Your mind rushes with a million thoughts per second, anxiety taking over you as you pray to god to save your baby, she’s everything you have now.

“Do you want anyone here with you? Maybe the father of the baby?” - the nurse asks as you enter the room, your body lying in the gurney, ready to deliver your baby as Rúben is near the door.

“Yeah, not him. Please, let my mom in” - you plead, as the nurse asks Rúben to leave the room, waiting outside, so he could still see you giving birth through the window leading to the room next door, destined for family members who can’t be by your side, inside the delivery room.

Shortly, your mom comes in, positioning herself by your side and grabbing your hand, whispering motivational words to you, helping in any way she can.

On the other end, Rúben gets lost in his thoughts as he sees you lying there, about to give birth to his daughter - the thing he begged the most for in his entire life. He wanted to be a dad so much, he was really looking forward to have a family with you. He replays all the happy moments you’ve lived together like a movie in his head, but he doesn’t feel butterflies anymore.

He doesn’t feel as excited to be a dad anymore, as he used to dream of before. He doesn’t feel the need to meet his daughter right now, holding her doesn’t make sense to him - she’s half of you, and you don’t make sense to him anymore.

He doesn’t know what happened for him to feel this way, he really doesn’t - he thinks the fire just isn’t there anymore.

He used to be able to find answers to his every question in your eyes, but now your eyes seem empty to him, not being what he’s looking for anymore.

He feels weak, he feels the weight of being a failure on his bones now. But maybe it’s time for him to move on, in search of what makes him happy now - the thrill of having something new, a newfound relationship that excites him, that he desires every second of the day, next to someone that he knows so well, but yet, he still has so much to uncover.

If he could turn back time, he would take away all the mean words he said to you earlier today. But he’s struggling with his feelings as well. He doesn’t feel ready for the commitment of having a whole family now. He has struggled to deal with you while you were pregnant, because his mind was always somewhere else, his heart already belonged to someone else.

It’s hard for him to admit that his brain doesn’t think about anything else when he’s with Sofia - that’s how he realised that you weren’t the one anymore. Time stopped when they were together and she was the only thing he could focus on - something that didn’t happened anymore when he was with you.

And it’s not fair for you to hang on to something that’s just not there, waiting for things - feelings, that he can’t give you anymore. And he definitely doesn’t want to disappoint his child like that.

His head hung low, as he turns his back to you, leaving the hospital with a heavy heart, but a sparkle in his eyes as he sees Sofia’s name on his phone, calling him.

And while he goes off to meet his newfound love, you feel every inch of your body aching to bring your daughter into this world. Every push feels like you’re getting rid of every ounce of anger that Rúben has put you through, and when you listen to your daughter’s cry, your eyes fill with tears.

Your mind plays a short film from the last few weeks while they take your baby from you to check on her.

You lost your husband, being left with an empty heart, questions filling your mind as you wonder what happened, what led you to this. When did his heart let you go?

Rúben used to be your safe haven, your rock, the reason to your safety and security. The one who understood you, who loved you no matter what.

But now, you have a new reason - one that will stick with you forever. Your daughter, the little human that seems to glue all your pieces back together as soon as you are able to cradle her in your chest. And as you look at him and admire her features, you realise that you would do anything in this world for her.

Some tears swim in your eyes as you feel like she completes you already, curing your bleeding heart, silently promising her that you’ll spend every second of your life keeping her safe - like she was able to, somehow, save you through this dark period. Her little kicks on your belly distracted you, showed you that she was there, glued to you, never leaving your side. You depend on her as much as she depends on you now - and she will bring joy to your life, putting a stop to all of those tears filled days.

And this newfound love is the most pure, intense and strong feeling you’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling. She’s the sun ray to your dark days, the light of your life. She’s the reason for everything now.

“Welcome to the world, Elle” - you whisper to her, kissing her little cheek and holding her as close as possible. It’s the two of you. Forever.

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞

warnings - unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy) , dacryphilia ?? , dirty talk, damon films everything?? fingering, breeding kink.

As your two brothers chat, Damon with his damned blue eyes has been eye fucking you from across the pub nearly forever now. “Maybe y/n will get it” One of your brothers say causing you to tune back into the convo. “huh?” you raise your eyebrows before taking a sip of your beer. Your eldest brother chuckles “ listen to this” he jokingly shoves your other brother beside him. “ Ok listen!! “ Your brother liam holding back laughter, as he sways back and forth he clears his throat. “ I- Uh, i forgot” Liam smiles and hides his face in his hands. “I think you need to go home now “ You say while laughing. You stand off the bar stool and grab your leather coat before walking to liam. “ Cmon” You say before helping him stand up and walk to the door. Your other brother Noel pays the tab and grabs his car keys before following you two out. You open the passenger door and guide liam. “ alright get home safe!! “ You smile as you close the door and wave to your brothers through the window. you watch as they drive off. You turn around and walk back inside, looking at the table you were sitting at. You smile as you walk over, “ great! thought they would never leave” Damon says watching you walk over and take a seat in front of him. you and damon have been secretly going out for the past couple of months, you haven’t told anyone because of the so call rivalry with your brother’s band with your boyfriend’s. “ oh shut up let’s go home” you roll your eyes and he leans in to kiss you but stand up to walk to the door. “ oh wanna play hard to get ? “ he scoffs, running to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you giggle as he rubs his nose all in your hair. “gonna let me get in your pants? “ he cheeky grins as he opens the car door for you, you turn and look at him with doe eyes “maybe”. you go in for a kiss before kissing his nose and sitting down in the car. “ what am i gonna do with you “ he laughs before closing the door and running to the driver side. the car ride home is sweet and short, as you pull into the parking lot of your shared flat. you smile and go to open your door before he grabs your wrist turning you to face him. “ I have a surprise” he whispers before letting go and getting out of the car. you can’t help but blush before running out of the car.

That’s how you ended up naked on his bed with him shirtless standing above you with a camera, “ surprise love” he chuckles as he roams your body with the camera, “ such pretty tits m’love” he bites his lip as he places the camera on your bedside table before take a peck at your hardened nipples. you wince as he soothes it with his tongue, “ damon, baby please “ you whine as you watch him suck your tit. he lets go with a pop and tilts his head to the side “ yes darling?” he asks innocently acting oblivious to the fact your bucking your hips into his to feel some sort of relief from the ache in your soaking cunt. “ need more “ you mumble out as you try reaching for his belt, he tuts “ patience m’love" he smiles sinisterly, your eyebrows furrow “please damon, just want your fingers” you bite your lips as you look into his eyes. he smirks and kisses in between your breasts before circling your clit with his thumb, the sudden touch makes you gasp “ ya like that pretty girl?” he says before teasing your hole with two fingers. you nod and buck your hips for more, “ so needy” he snickers before slipping them in. you cry out his name and blush at how wet you were, “jesus m’love, so wet taking my fingers so well” damon blinks from the look on your face to him fucking you with his fingers. “oh damon..” you whimper as you feel your orgasm approaching, “ gonna cum love?” he asks before rubbing your clit with his thumb. you nod as you feel it coming closer. Just than he stops. “want you to cum on my cock sweet girl” damon slips his fingers out and grabs the camera before filming your cunt and spreading your lips. he groans “how would you like that baby ?” he asks and moves the camera to your face. you bite your lip and look into the camera, “ oh god yes, want to feel you deep in me” you say Damon’s head to fall and rest on your stomach, “ fuck love, such a dirty mouth” he says lowly before sitting up and handing you the camera. you film him unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down, his tip red and leaking with pre cum. he strikes himself a bit before taking the camera back, you open your legs as he drags his tip through your folds and down to your hole. he pushes in and inhaled deeply before pushing all the way and bottoming out, “so tight” he groans as he places the camera back on the night stand, “ so good” you moan and place your hands on his biceps. he pulls nearly out before slamming back into you, setting a breathtaking pace. your nails dig into his arm as he forces himself in over and over again stretching out your walls causing your eyes to water. it hurts so good, “gonna cry pretty girl? my cock just feels so good huh ? m’love” he teases causing you to cry out his name as tears fall down your cheeks. “ yes…fuck so.. good “ you breathe out, his finger sneaks down between your hot bodies and rubs tight circles on your clit. “ gonna fill ya up, breed our baby into ya.” he gets lightheaded thinking about how hot you would look pregnant. “oh yes please “ you whimper as your walls tighten around his cock, making him wince “like that idea don’t ya?” he lowly snickers. you nod and feel your orgasm returning, “i’m close..” you whimper and look at the camera before looking in between your bodies to see where you connect, “ right there with ya love, let go.. cum all over my cock darling” he practically groans out and holds onto your hips, slamming back into you over and over again. his words, movements was all to much. you wrap your legs around him setting you up a little accessing his cock to hit your sweet spot, he was so deep in you. he was everywhere around you. you snap and flutter your eyes shut as your orgasm washes over you beautifully, damon can’t help but watch your body shake and you moan out loudly for the neighbors to hear, just watching you come undone helped him finish. His head falls onto your shoulder and he cums deep inside you. " I love you" he says as he pulls out. you lay on his chest " i love you too" You whisper before dozing off, he follows behind after kissing your forehead.

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thats what you get for sleeping with the enemy x 90s!liam

pairing: 90s liam gallagher x reader

word count: 935

warnings: none

alright i wanted to write this concept again (wrote it on hessohigh) cause this oasis line is so fucking hot. and the prompt that liam is jealous of damon and secretly in love with you is just *chefs kiss*

i hope ill get back into writing longer better written things but lmao i hope this little fic is fine for now

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I had definitely seen Liam upset before, but it had never been directed at me. The atmosphere was as cold as the beer he had just handed me. Not a word had been spoken, not even a greeting at the door.

I let out a short laugh at his weird mood as I followed him into his kitchen.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he finally spoke and turned around abruptly, leaning against his counter as he drank from his bottle and looked away.

“Is Noel being a dick again?” I pouted excessively, trying to gain, at the very least, eye contact. It seemed a grin or a chuckle was too much to ask for at the moment.

“No,” Liam snapped and began studying his bottle in detail. I watched him twist it around in his palm and pretend to read the label with a lowered head.

“Liam, I can leave if you don’t want me here,” I chuckled again, starting to feel really odd about standing in the middle of his kitchen with an ice cold beer in my hand and an even colder Liam in front of me.

“No,” he said quietly, his neck seeming to have grown stiff in its lowered position. I stayed for a moment in silence and waited for an explanation. I figured he wasn’t going to give one, but then he spoke again.

“I know where you’ll go if you leave.”

“Liam, can you look at me?” I asked in a slightly annoyed tone. He listened to me and looked up finally. It wasn’t much help though, as his face was emotionless and impossible to read.

“I would probably go back home,” I laughed, still confused.

“You’d go to Damon’s,” Liam said at last.

A small chuckle bubbled inside me, purely at the absurdity of the situation. There were many things I couldn’t wrap my head around. How did Liam know that I had slept with Damon the other night? Why was he so upset about it? Why did he care?

I made a face that I couldn't explain the emotion of, trying to think of the right question to ask.

“How-” I finally began, and Liam cut me off immediately.

“Every single tabloid.”

I stayed quiet and Liam kept talking, as he placed the bottle on his counter and wiped his cold damp palm on his jeans.

“Fucking loads of photos of the two of you snogging in some dirty pub.”

“Okay, well-“

“You slept with him?”

It had been the first time we had met properly. Being friends, with certain benefits, with Liam meant I had run into Damon a few times. We had never had a real conversation though, until the other night. The conversation in question had quickly turned physical and I had ended up waking up on top of his sheets, and under his arm, the next morning.

Had Liam not been so obviously hostile about the subject, I would have had no problem telling him the truth. But his frown made it almost impossible to answer his question, even though we both knew the answer.

“I mean…”

“Was he any good?”

“Why do you care?” I asked back and placed the bottle down on Liam’s kitchen table. He turned silent again. He stayed leaning against the counter with his one ankle casually crossed over the other.

“I’m not your girlfriend, am I?”

The word girlfriend hung heavier in the air than any other words that had previously been spoken. It was a rhetorical question, but I found myself wanting him to answer it. Granted, I didn’t know what I wanted the answer to be.

“Fucking- I don’t know,” he cut himself off and tossed glances around the room, avoiding eye contact again.

“Well, I’m not,” I stated, a little too harshly. “You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend. You don’t seem to want me to be your girlfriend. Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

Every time I repeated it the word got heavier and bigger and Liam seemed to hate it.

“I want…” he began in a loud, upset tone. “You.”

His answer was vague, and as much as it annoyed me, it also pained me in a very different way.

He stopped leaning against the counter and in a swift movement he was standing right in front of me. His large hands held my waist firmly and one deep exhale of his fell on my nose.

“That’s not an answer to my question, Liam.”

Playfulness had made its way back into our repertoire and I realised how much I had missed his smug grin. It sat confidently on his lips and I felt it on mine as he kissed me. I knew Liam quite well, and I knew he was currently trying to cover up his emotions.

“I want you..” he echoed and tried his best to conjure up a better answer. “..to only want me.”

“In what ways?” I teased him further and tugged on his washed out Beatles tee.

“All of them. Especially the ones that make you forget about blonde little art school snobs.”

Liam’s fingertips continued to dig deeper into my sides, pushing all my right buttons. I was pushing all his buttons as well as I let my palms slide up inside his shirt slowly.

“Drama school,” I corrected, and Liam shut me up with an annoyed grunt embedded in a harsh kiss.

“Forget about him,” he demanded while our noses stayed pressing against each other.

“Consider him forgotten,” I promised as my hands reached his chest and I planted another kiss on his lips.

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professor x 90s!damon

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Word count: 2.521

Warnings: smut (professor x adult student)

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It had all begun last week. My english professor had asked me to stay behind after his class to discuss the ever-decreasing quality in my essays over the past few weeks. I had fallen into a rant about my personal life and family relations and everything that had been distracting me. I must’ve come off as extremely unstable (and desperate to not lose my high grade in his glass), and Damon must’ve nodded understandingly and hummed quietly about a hundred times. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened between us, but it was nearing winter so the sun had begun to set while we sat in his classroom that afternoon. It had felt inappropriate to see him in that lighting. He had looked so beautiful with the last rays of sunlight laid across his face. He’d always had a soft and deep voice but I had never before heard it speak so quietly and in such an empty room.

I had had several dreams about him ever since that long talk, some less appropriate than others. I was happy I had an excuse to look at him for hours on end, seeing as he was the professor. But I realised at the end of class that I had barely taken any notes, except all the mental ones I had made about Damon’s body and its language. How he caressed his jaw with his entire hand, how he licked his lips every other minute, how he toyed with the golden ring on his left index finger when he listened to a student answer a question, and how his eyes lit up when one of his favourite authors were brought up in discussions.

He couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than me. I knew he had just graduated from uni a year prior to taking this teaching position. He was maybe 26 or 27 years old, I speculated in my head as I was packing up my textbook and closing my untouched notebook. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts about this man’s age that he had to call on me twice before I heard him. I dropped my books on my desk and looked up through attentive eyes and a tensed jaw.

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moving in with 90s!noel

you wake up early, Noel sleepily reaches out to pull you closer, but you’re not there, so he buries his nose in your pillow and falls back to sleep 

writing a lot of songs for you and he’s always a little bit nervous about your reaction, even though he’s not showing it 

yes sex with noel is mind blowing, loving and passionate, but you both don’t mind to just fall asleep holding each other close 

him comforting you when you’re anxious and oh boy he’s always know what to say 

“I hate myself”, you mutter, tired of sobbing, holding Noel’s arm and just trying to calm down

“I love you for us both, baby”, he sighs and kiss your face until you smile

you missing him so much while he’s on tour so when you finally meet you’re just sitting quietly, listening Noel talk

he insists that you don’t need to work 

you’re getting ready in the morning, looking sleepy, in one of Noel’s t-shirts. he’s passing by the room, but then he sees you, come closer and hugging you from the back, placing head on your shoulder

“I don’t think you’re really need to go”, he says and kissing your neck 

“I think I do”, you laugh when his fingers raise the hem of a t-shirt

“Nah. You’re not going anywhere”, Noel smirks and slips his fingers into your underwear

him sitting on the edge of bed and playing guitar, humming some melody he came up with just before going to bed. you’re hugging him from the back tiredly, but not asking him to go to sleep because you know that it’s not going to work 

you’re equally doing your household chores and Noel being like super chill and happy about it 

him being passive-aggressive about stuff on telly and it makes you laugh so hard 

you argue because Noel is always having an opinion about everything in the world and he’s really a straight shooter which is not always nice 

but even after an argument you two always go to sleep in one bed, no one’s ever go to sleep on a couch or going away from home 

you’re laying and talking about future, how you’re gonna name your children and when you’re going to live after this small apartment 

surprise bouquets just because he was passing by a flower shop

him being softie sometimes when he thinks how he’s not only dating the bird of his dreams, but also living with her 

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Playlist-Chapter 15: Stand by me (90s Noel Gallagher X reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Sad, very sad. Angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy loss, and death of a loved one, smut (unprotected P in V)

Words: 5211 (I got carried away this time XD)

Summary: After their son's death, Y/N and Noel's couple isn't doing fine. It's tearing them apart, there's only one way to heal.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 15, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. As I said, it's another important chapter, dealing with pregnancy loss or miscarriage. This is a topic that sometimes isnt taken seriously, or people are told they're exaggerating. It's something that we must talk about. I promise the next chapters will be happier ones ! We're almost at the end of this fanfic (I'd say 4 or 5 chapters left), so soon, I'll finally work on the requests.

Next part this weekend !

Love y'all, take care of yourselves !

Enjoy !

“Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn

So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away Times are hard when things have got no meaning I've found a key upon the floor Maybe you and I will not believe in The things we find behind the door So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know They only seem to come and go away Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be”

January 1997- London:

I was depressed. So was Noel.

None of us knew how to act with the other. We were barely talking to each other. Andrew’s death shook us.

We moved in the house that would become “Supernova Heights”. And we didn’t have a minute alone for us on the evenings because it quickly became an open nightclub.

Noel wasn’t touching me at all when we were alone, but was all touchy when others were around, and I hated this.

I felt so alone, I didn’t have anyone to talk to.

So I started drowning my sorrow in alcohol, which wasn’t helpful because I ended up crying, then throwing up, and Noel was yelling at me because I was shaming him.

And a night, I lost it.

I became friends with Kate Moss not so long before, during Knebworth, and I was so fucking wasted I wasn’t good to be around.

So, how are you doing sweet Y/N? She asked

Trying to feel good as you can see. I answered, drinking my vodka

Trying? You should feel good with the house you have.

I don’t know if I have to remind you but I’m grieving my son.

Oh I see. But he wasn’t born yet so…

I was shocked.

I was almost 7 months pregnant Kate. It already was a human being.

Y/N, stop talking about this and have fun. Noel said, smiling but squeezing my leg, indicating me I should shut up

I’m sorry for your loss Y/N, truly. But you should try to get through it… She added

And oh, she shouldn’t have.

Listen to me Kate, I really like you okay? you’re a good friend, but you’ll make this kind of comment the day you’ll be pregnant and when your baby will come out fine, because he won’t have been strangled by his own umbilical cord okay? You didn’t lose a baby; you don’t know what it is and how it feels like! I shouted at her, standing up, on the verge of tears

Wait Y/N, it’s not how you should…

Fuck you. In fact, fuck all of you, I’m out of here. I said, leaving the living room

I went to the only room no one had the right to go to, not even me. Noel’s studio. I found Noel’s whiskey bottle and started drinking. I sat on the couch, fixing the ceiling, crying.

A few minutes after, when he saw I wasn’t coming back and after he searched me in the whole house, Noel entered, I heard him closing the door.

Are ye done? He said, coming in front of me, his arms crossed

Done for what?

Moaning like a mardy…

Don’t. seriously, don’t. I interrupted him, chuckling sarcastically

Ye owe fucking apologies to Kate.

I don’t owe owt to anyone! You fucking turned our house into a fucking nightclub without even asking me If I agreed to this, If I wasn’t too depressed or too tired for this because you don’t care and all this because you just don’t want to be alone with me!

Oh stop yer fucking nonsense!

I was sobbing, my heart was in pieces.

My fucking nonsense? You barely talk to me, you don’t touch me, you don’t make love with me, you don’t kiss me except when there’s other people around! Didn’t you think that maybe I needed some time alone with you after what happened? That we need to talk about it? To what fucking happened to our son, our Andy? That I suffer and need your support? No, you just let people come around and decide for me when to talk or when to shut up!

Others don’t need to know about this! Ye think I’m not suffering?

Well if you do, you hide it very well!

I’m just not showing it because it’s not people’s concern!

No it’s ours, but you’re acting like…

Like what? Fucking say it!

Like he never happened! I yelled

A little silence settled in.

In a way he didn’t.

For fuck’s sake Noel, do you even hear yourself?! I said, breaking down even more

We’ll try again!

You think that’s what I want to hear right now?! I don’t even know if I want to try again, especially with a man who doesn’t seem to care about his son or isn’t even grieving him.

Don’t ye dare saying that!

Please, just go back to your people. I need to be alone. I need to think.

About what?

Our future.

I just… need to think.

He sighed and left the room, slamming the door.

Is this alcoholic woman was who I wanted to become? Is this grieving and depressed woman was who I was supposed to be?

No, it wasn’t me. It wasn’t like me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t be.

After drinking the whole bottle and throwing up, I fell asleep like a little shit on the sofa in Noel’s studio.

*

The next morning, the smell of tea and someone caressing my face woke me up.

Mornin’ love. Noel said as I opened my eyes

Mornin’. I answered, shitfaced

I made ye a cuppa. He answered, handing it to me

Thanks.

I took it and drank. I was dehydrated. Noel cleared his throat.

So hum… did ye think well?

I looked at him with a jaded look.

Yeah I did. But you know, you can do better to try to have a chat with me.

Yea, ye’re right, soz. It’s just that… I don’t know how to act after being such a jerk last night.

Well I understood that. And to give you a proper answer, yes, I thought a lot.

And ye’re going to break up with me and leave, don’t ye? He said, lowering his head, so I wouldn’t see his eyes fill up with tears

I grabbed his face in my hands.

No Noel, I’m not planning to. But… I think we both need some space for a few. You have an album to finish, and we both need to get better. To heal. I’m going to leave for a few. I’ll be at Liam and Patsy’s. She has a kid so I think she might understand what I’m going through, and she’ll have good advice and methods to get better. By your side you also need to work on this. I know Andy’s death shook you too and that you’re suffering but you’re trying to make it all disappear with parties and drugs and alcohol.

Yea, ye’re right. He said, tears running down his face

I kissed him.

I think it might be the solution for us. We tried to face the situation, but it was too painful for us. It’ll save us, for a better future.

Noel sighed.

How long? He asked

I don’t know. The time we need to heal.

I can’t live without ye, and I need ye to heal Y/N.

I can’t live without you neither, that’s why I’m doing this. Or it will tear us apart. I’m not letting you go again.

Neither do I. Never.

I prepared a suitcase with the stuff I needed and left, kissing Noel’s cheek.

Don’t forget that I love you. I said before leaving

I won’t. And I hope you won’t too.

I gave him a weak smile, closed the door and walked to the nearest tube station.

*

When I rang at Liam’s door, a little boy opened the door.

Hello! He said, smiling

Oh hey there, you must be James! Is your mam here?

Yes, but who are you? He asked

I’m Y/N, I’m a friend.

Mommy! Y/N’s here! He shouted

Y/N? She answered, surprised

She came out of the kitchen, flour all over her clothes, and a bit on her cheek.

Heya! I said, embarrassed

Hey, what are you doing here?

I…um…

She saw my suitcase.

Come in, we’ll have a chat. I’m preparing a cake if you want to join. It’s good therapy.

She took my suitcase, putting it in the living room, and put cartoons for James to watch while we both went to the kitchen.

You did a good job with your son. He’s so cute, polite and careful.

Yes I know. Well his father also did a great job.

He’s Jim Kerr’ son, right?

Yup. She answered, insisting on the letter P

Well you raised him well.

Thank you.

A silence settled in. Patsy saw my sad look.

What’s going on in this little head of yours darling? She asked

Well huh… I hope you and Liam will accept to let me stay here for a bit… I know I came unannounced but…

Of course you will, you’re family. Now get to the main topic and mix the vanilla with the cream please. She interrupted me, handing me a bowl

I obliged and felt tears invade my eyes immediately.

Noel and I are not doing fine.

The opposite would have surprised me.

There are always people in the house, I don’t know most of ‘em. Noel is here, partying, alcohol and drugs never miss, he’s all touchy, smiling and laughing, but during the rare occasions we’re alone, he doesn’t talk to me or touches me, it’s like he’s even avoiding me…

I see…

And what happened yesterday was too much. I just… lost it. You know during Knebworth that I befriended Kate Moss. She was there yesterday. She made me feel like a fucking mardy get because when she asked how I was doing, I told her the truth. Noel told me to shut up, and Kate added the sentence she shouldn’t have said.

Which was?

“You should try to get through it”. I answered, imitating her

Oh shit.

So like I said, I just lost it. I got… so angry. I was mean and I escaped to Noel’s studio where I’m not supposed to go, it’s his space. But it was the only room I could go to be alone. And then Noel joined me and we argued. He told me the sentence I don’t want to hear. I’m not able to hear it yet. The famous “we’ll try again”. As if Andy never existed. So I got drunker, cried, threw up, thought and thought and thought again before passing out. And when thinking, I just saw who I was becoming, and I don’t like it. I don’t want to become this bloody alcoholic, this woman drowning her sorrow in liquid. So I told Noel that we need some time for ourselves, so our couple can get better. Because I love him so much Patsy. I don’t want us to be torn apart again…

Oh I know that you love him. And I understand. But you need to be at peace with your mind and body again. You were going to have a baby, that’s who Andy was. He was already a little human still growing in you, a person, you were excited, you wanted him. And just like that, he was taken away from you. You’re grieving. You’re grieving your son, who he was going to be, you’re grieving the mother you were about to be to him. And that’s perfectly normal. It’s as if you were grieving any loss A parent, a cousin, a cat… No one has to decide for you when it has to stop. But you have the power to do it, and for it, you need time. And of course you’re not done grieving only three months after. It’s common sense. Only a mother, even when she was a mum to be and technically in her heart, already a mum can understand this kind of grief.

She said everything. I felt less crazy. My situation was beyond normal. I broke down and she took me in her arms.

Thank you… I said

For what? For saying the truth?

Yes. Everyone except my mum, Peggy and you made me feel it wasn’t normal.

But it is. And Noel is also grieving. You both tried to face it but it’s too painful and you need to take time for yourselves.

That’s what I think, yes.

And you’re goddamn right.

*

When Liam was back home, we chatted, us three. It felt good to be understood. He wasn’t happy with his brother’s behaviour.

Fucking scouse schlepper. I know I can be a pain in the ass most of the time, me. But I would never behave like that. I don’t think he really remembers what our mam has been through. I know it’s something else, but I remember the nights where we could hear her scrinkin’ ‘cause she was struggling to make ends meet, to keep a roof over our heads, to feed us, to raise us despite all the shite we were doing and problems we were bringing her. From the moment she knew she was pregnant with each of us three, she loved us and already was our mam. She was so fucking scared of losing us and that the social services would come and take us away from her.

I already know all that Li’.

I know, it’s just to say that his behaviour towards ye has been fucking rank. Sometimes I wonder if he remembers where he fucking comes from.

He’s hurt too Li’…

He maybe is. But what is it right, is that he’s being a teetotal arsehole. Anyway. Ye know ye can stay here as long as you want, ye’re me sister Y/N. But I think ye need holidays. Like in Spain or summat like that, under the sun. Somewhere where ye’ll feel godlike.

And I’ll accompany you. Patsy added

It would be great, but I don’t earn enough for that.

I’ll pay everything fer ye.

Oh come on cock, you’re not going to…

I will. Ye saved me life countless of times Y/N. Let me do the same fer ye.

*

Patsy and I left two days after, when James went back to his father’s. We went to Malaga, in the south of Spain. It was sunny and hot. We would stay there for a full month. Sat on the terrace of the rented house on the hill, I was admiring the landscapes around. I could see the mere horizon and the silhouette of the African continent that wasn’t so far.

Have you ever been to Africa? I asked

Not yet, but I hope one day I will. Patsy answered

Me too. I always imagine the Lions, elephants, zebras or giraffes and the Saharan desert like it is told to us when we’re young folks, when you learn it at school or when you see it on TV. But I think there’s so much more to see.

Oh there is! What we’re learning or are always told is that the Saharan desert is only sand, but in truth it’s mainly rocky.

I know! In fact, us Europeans don’t know much about Africa. You and I should go together one day.

With pleasure! Oh get ready! She said, looking at her watch

Ready for what?

To get pampered! We’ve got spa and massages.

Wait, what the… Did Liam also pay that?

Yeah he did.

But it must be so expensive!

He just wants you to heal and feel better.

A massage won’t heal me. It always feels good though. But I’m still going to fucking kill him.

*

Three weeks later, the owner of the rented house came to give me a package. I opened it. I was surprised to find a CD with a word. It was from Noel. I could recognize his handwriting.

“Finally finished this song, It’ll be on the album. Please, give it a go. I love you with all my being and beyond. Tenderly, your Noely.”

On the CD was written the title. “Stand by me (mustique demo)”

I first heard the song in 1994 during a soundcheck in Japan.

I went to the living room where a CD player was. I put it in and pressed on play.

Patsy heard the intro of the song and sat on the stairs.

Is that… she started

Yup, a new song. It’s an Avant premiere.

It seems to be a special one since it was Noel who sent it to you, am I wrong?

No you’re not. And indeed, I think it might be one, yeah.

“ Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day Before my heart starts to burn”

What does he mean? Patsy asked

After Noel saved me from Kenneth, he took care of me. Peggy tried to give him some advice to cook us meals to make sure we were eating properly. One day he cooked us a Sunday roast and it led to food poisoning. We vomited for two days. After that we came back to pot noodles.

Oh!

And then, the chorus.

“Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be Stand by me, nobody knows Yeah, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be” 

I started crying. Noel was really scared to lose me. He was really scared I would leave him. But I wouldn’t.

Hey, are you okay? Patsy asked, when she saw my tears

Yeah, just got a bit emotional that’s all.

Oh, come here. She said, opening her arms to me

I found refuge in them.

“If you're leaving will you take me with you? I'm tired of talking on my phone There is one thing I can never give you My heart will never be your home”

Here he’s alluding to when we were first together, when he left for tour with the Inspiral carpets. We were calling each other everyday but it wasn’t enough to save our couple. He’s also talking about the fact we’re both clawing to our independence and a certain freedom. That’s even why he doesn’t want me to hang around in his studio at home and it’s perfectly understandable. Though, he’s lying a bit too because our hearts are each other’s home.

He’s talented. He knows what he’s writing.

Well at least here, yes.

What do you mean?

I mean that cocaine and alcohol might have helped during the creation of some songs. Like for Wonderwall and Champagne Supernova for example. They are masterpieces, no one is gonna deny that, but the lyrics are nonsense. Everyone feels these songs in their heart and give them the meaning they want. But if you ask people what the lyrics mean after a dictionary, they’re going to look at you and answer “in fact, I don’t know shit”. I feel like Noel didn’t realise it yet.

You’re right. You really are. Your analysis is clever.

*

Two nights after, I was watching the movie Highlander, and I was singing out loud everytime a Queen song was coming in the movie.

At the middle of it, I heard a noise that wasn’t part of it. I paused the movie and listened closely. The noise happened again.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I said to myself

Rocks at my window. And it surely wasn’t Patsy.

I opened the window and stepped back.

Not this time me love; I saw ye open the window. He said

I approached.

What the hell are you doing here Gallagher? I asked

I… I miss ye. I wanted to see this pretty face of yers.

Jeez! I miss you too Noel, but please, respect my choices, I told you I would be coming back when I’ll be ready.

And I know ye enough to tell this day will never come. I’m actually losing ye. I can’t let that happen. Can I come in? I have two gifts for ye.

I hesitated.

No, Patsy might be sleeping. Wait for me, I’m coming to you. Just let me put on a jacket.

I couldn’t find my jacket, so I grabbed a plaid and put it on my shoulders. I went downstairs and opened the door. Here he was, standing.

Hey beautiful. He said

Hey. I answered

I took him in my arms and held him tight. I missed him too, but a part of me was still desperate because of what happened to us and because of what he told me.

Do ye… want to take a walk? I t could be good, and we could chat? He asked

Yeah, that’s a good idea. There’s a small forest in there. I said, indicating my left

I closed the front door behind me, and we started walking.

So… how are ye doing? He asked, not knowing where to start

I’m okay. Trying to get better. What about you?

I’m fine. I’m working a lot, so it doesn’t give me time to… think about it.

About him, Noel, not about it. Just say things as they are. What happened to us? Before Andy, we could communicate and say things as they were…

I didn’t mean “it” love. I just didn’t know if ye were ready to hear me say “him”.

Ready or not, he was our son Noel. Not just an object. I just don’t know how you function on this one.

Well I’m still coping with it, me. I knew ye never meant to sound selfish because I know ye’re not. But it shattered me too Y/N. And I didn’t know how to talk about Andy without making ye scrink, knowing it was already what ye were doing before sleeping and when waking up. It broke me heart to know our son died, and yer cries were breaking it more. He’s gone and there’s nothing more we can do.

But since it shattered you that much Noel, why did you say “we’ll try again” when you’re apparently grieving him? And why not talking about this with our supposed friends who are invading your house everyday?

Because they wouldn’t understand. Only us two know what it is and what it feels like. And I’m soz fer saying we’ll try again. It’s a sensitive topic fer us both and I want us to get through it. And we will, with time. Ye’re right we need to talk about Andy. And when I was telling ye I was starting to lose ye, I was right. Ye don’t call our home “our house” but mine. And if I didn’t come here, I’m sure you would never come back, because you’ll think we wouldn’t talk about Andy. We have lost a baby, that’s true. But I want this event to make our couple stronger. I want to marry ye, no matter what and have a family with ye.

I chuckled.

Noel, what you’re saying is beautiful, but you’re oh so blind. I answered

And why so?

You haven’t touched me in months! When we hugged a few minutes ago it was the first time since October! You haven’t kissed me. When I was scrinkin’, you were downstairs with your buds, drinking and snorting cocaine! Words are beautiful, but what about acts?

A silence settled in.

Sex isn’t what ye need when ye’ve lost…

Oh shut your cake ole. Stop finding excuses.

Ye’re right, I fucked up and I apologize. And don’t think I hold ye responsible fer Andy because it’s not yer fault. I know ye enough to know ye feel guilty. So please, don’t.

I think I needed to hear this. Because he was right. I felt guilty deep inside. And I needed him more than that. It just couldn’t and wouldn’t go like this. Not without his support.

Promise me.

Promise what?

That’s you’ll finally support me.

That’s why I’m here. And also to give ye this.

As we arrived in the dark forest, Noel took out too things of his pocket. The first was a medallion with Andy’s hand imprint. He insisted on doing it after his death. Just this should have made me understand he was in pain too. He put the necklace around my neck. Tears invaded my eyes.

Thank you. I said

He showed me his neck. He had the same.

He’s with us both.

The second gift was my engagement ring that I forgot in London.

And also this because I can’t let ye forget we’re a fucking team and I still really want to marry ye. I’ll support ye no matter what. I love ye Y/N. I fucking love ye beyond anything. We can get through it. I’ve been an arsehole and I’m so soz, because ye know this is not who I really am.

I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him. I just brought my lips to his and held him as tight as I could. He kissed me back and did the same. I started peppering his neck with kisses and he gasped. He wrapped his arms around my waist. When I stopped, I guided his body to the grass. He sat down, and I hovered him, kissing him again. I put my hands on both sides of his face, while he wrapped his arms around me again. I quickly felt him get hard under me.

Noel…

I want ye too Y/N. I need ye. Touch me… He answered

I unbuckled, unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers. I put my hand on his hard bulge and started massaging it.

He moaned lowly, before squeezing my ass and kissing my neck.

He stopped my hand and pushed me away before putting the plaid I had on my shoulders away and sliding down my nightdress off. He looked at my body.

Ye’re so goddamn beautiful. I hope ye know it.

And so are you, handsome.

I helped him get rid of his jacket and tee before dealing with his jeans and boxers.

When we were both naked, he started kissing me again, putting me on top of him again.

Tell me… He said

Tell you what?

Tell me what ye want me to do and I’ll do it.

You know what I want.

I’d like to hear it. I need to hear it.

I put my mouth near his hear.

I want you to make love to me Noely.

He took his member in his hand and guided himself inside me.

We both moaned in unison.

Are ye okay?

I haven’t felt this good in months. I answered

He started rolling his hips against mine, as I put my arms around his neck, enjoying the heat and the passion of our reunion. It as slow and tender. What we both needed.

Oh god… yes… Noel moaned

It was as if our lives depended on it. Our hands were roaming on each other’s body.

It was strong. It was powerful. Full of love.

I love you Noel. I said between moans

He went deeper with his thrusts, making me moan loudly as he touched my G-spot. I felt his arms getting tighter around me.

Our moans and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other were filling the forest and slightly echoing.

I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm as Noel’s member hit my sweet spot everytime. My walls were contracting around him, causing him to lose the rhythm of his movements.

Give it to us, love. Make us cum. Ye know we need it. Please.

I arched my back to give him a better angle, his hands on it.

He panted in my mouth, his eyes closed, his face slightly contorsioning with pleasure.

It was all I needed to be thrown over the edge. It felt so intense that tears invaded my eyes again, and sobs, sobs of pleasure mixed with moans took over.

A familiar coil exploded in my lower stomach, as I shut my eyes, tears spilling from them, my insides convulsing around Noel’s manhood.

I didn’t know it was as intense for me that it was for Noel, who cried out, sobbed, and finally groaned in pleasure, before emptying himself inside me.

My head fell in the crook of his neck, that was wet with sweat and… tears?

I looked at him. He was crying, just like me.

You scrinkin’? I asked, catching my breath

Yea… He answered

Why?

Because it was too much. And because I love ye so fucking much I would die without ye. I was so scared to lose ye again.

We’re scrinkin’ for the same thing.

Good. Means we’re connected.

He softened inside me, so I pulled out. We lay next to each other in the grass, Noel covering us with the plaid.

I really want to marry ye. Let’s do it when the occasion will let us.

I agree on that.

But let’s be clear on summat. I’m not doing or saying this to make ye me property or because I’m scared to lose ye. Ye’ll always belong to yerself. I’m doing and saying this because I love ye, I want us when the time will come again to have our family, and I want ye to stand by me.

And I will. Nobody knows the way it’s gonna be, huh?

He smiled, knowing now that I listened to the song.

No, nobody knows. But at least, we’ll be together.

[inqloriouzlauren]

[inqloriouzlauren]

Ride on me —Ruben Dias.

summary: Ruben asks you to ride his face.

warnings: YES. +18. SMUT. (face riding, f oral, spanking, p in v, unprotected sex)

words count: +2k

A sigh escaped your lips as the kisses on your neck began licking, biting and tasting your skin delicately. Ruben's hands squeezed your hips as yours sought contact on his muscular back.

The kissing session had begun with some innocence and sweetness as you cuddled in bed after dinner and ready to rest but had become wilder and more passionate as time went on. His lips bit the skin of your neck as your moans escaped your mouth, enjoying your boyfriend's touches.

Your fingers stroked the strands of his hair, combing and tousling it as you stroked his silky scalp and then did it again. Your body fully extended as his body hugged yours on top, one of your legs wrapped around his ass and back, holding him tight. His face would travel down your chest, leaving little soft touches of kisses on your skin and your hands would embrace every part of him. Ruben would caress you with his lips until he reached your breasts, where he gently caressed them, wrapping them in his palm and squeezing them until you gasped, pressing him against your body.

He was too playful tonight. Your eyes focused on his precious gaze as his mouth moved to one of your nipples and wrapped around it, licking it. You arched your back in pleasure but you couldn't because he was all over you and went back to sucking on your mound. Your crotch was on fire with Ruben's every action, so you sought some relief by moving your hips against his abs. Your boyfriend smiled mischievously.

His hands slid down your legs caressing your soft skin, feeling it tremble each time he got closer and closer to your center. A gasp escaped your mouth as his fingers made contact with your lacy panties underneath your short dress type nightgown not at all sensual (but which was comfortable for being at home). His fingers groped the area, moaning as they made contact with your wetness.

"Damn, baby" he whispered against your lips when he could tell how wet you were even without touching you directly.

"You're so wet for me" he gasped.

You bit your lip as you felt his fingers run down your panties and for this time, he did caress your hot center. He ran up and down your entire slit, up and down, getting wet with your wetness.

"And that was just a few simple kisses, baby" he teases, laughing as he strokes your clit a little.

Your back arches and you slap your chest against his, feeling your nipples rub against your clothes and his hard muscles, making you gasp loudly. You were too horny and yes, it had only been a few kisses but you can't blame yourself. It's his fault for being so damn horny. Anyone who had someone like Ruben Dias as a boyfriend would be horny all day long. Especially if he kissed you or touched you.

"I don't even have to touch you to know you're spliced to shit" you mumble teasingly too.

Although you don't touch him directly, you can feel him on your thigh as his bulge begins to grow with each rub. Your fingers stroke the beginning of his hair at the nape of his neck playfully, wanting to get his attention to kiss your lips.

"Guilty" he whispers licking his lips with a smile that melts.

He takes the opportunity to settle into your legs, spreading them with his large hands and you lift your hips, feeling his swollen crotch come into contact with yours, testing your theory. His clothed bulge caresses your clitoris and you both gasp.

His cheeky grin is the last thing you see as his lips impact yours again and kiss fiercely as his hands begin to lift your nightgown, removing it from your body along with his t-shirt, which fly somewhere across the room. Ruben removes his pants himself as you watch him with your bare chest rising and falling, licking your lips at the sight of his erect bulge in his black boxers.

When he comes back to you, his hands take the sides of your panties and he pulls them down your legs sensually, slow and torturous, kissing your thighs first, then down your legs as he watches you from below. His dark glowing gaze looks down at you and you smile up at him as you feel his body boil with heat.

"I want you to ride my face" he says as he gets on top of your body again.

At that moment your heart stops, your throat hides a gasp that makes you gag but you disguise your surprised reaction. Your stomach churns and you bite your tongue. That's a higher level. You're speechless. It's not like Ruben has never given you oral but sitting on his face is another level.

"What?" you ask confused and a little embarrassed.

Honestly you've never had someone ask you something like this before, you weren't embarrassed about sex, much less with your boyfriend of almost two years now. You hadn't seen or heard much of this, though it was probably more normal than you expected. You had seen it in porn once, it turned you on but you never thought it could happen with you. Ruben was magnificent in every sense of the word but you were just a little surprised.

"I want to eat your pussy while you're sitting on my face, baby" he says shamelessly.

A gasp comes out of your mouth as you hear how dirty that sounded, the expression on his face is mischievous and hot. You can feel the wetness welling up in your legs with every word and you swallow saliva.

"I could crush you, Ruben" reply with a nervous chuckle. "What if it's uncomfortable...?" He denies grabbing your thighs to pull you closer to him.

"No you won't" he denies with a little pout.

You stare at him for a while biting your lip somewhat embarrassed. Ruben's wet dog look makes you want to kiss him and hug him, you know you won't be able to handle it. You're too horny and you want him to touch you, even if it's on top of his face.

"Come on baby, I promise you'll love it" he clicks his tongue in amusement.

The fire inside your chest burns and you almost have a psychological orgasm just thinking about it. Riding his face. The thought alone makes you swallow saliva. Damn. That will be something unusual and you love experimenting with Ruben. His expectant eyes watch you as his big hands rest on your belly.

"Okay" you agree with red cheeks. Ruben smiles and kisses your lips then settles back on the bed.

You rise from your spot until you sit on your bed as you fill with courage and bite your lip anxiously. When Ruben is lying on the bed, you approach him slowly, your hands caressing his chest while he smiles at you in complicity. You take the time to kiss him, softly at first, gently and delicately. Ruben's hands help you sit astride his body and when he pulls away from you, he helps you settle on his face.

Your heart is pounding, you don't know if it's from anxiety or embarrassment. You are a little afraid of what might happen but at the same time you are anxious to feel his mouth. When you are at face level, you sigh nervously, without doing anything yet. Ruben's hands encircle your thighs and he pulls you closer to his face, not quite touching you, his breath playing a little with you, blowing your inherent heat. You gasp, biting your lip.

The sound of a slap sounds in the silence as his hand stamps against your ass and you cry out moaning but hold your breath as at the same time his tongue licks your slit.

Fuck, that was pleasurable. Too pleasurable.

Ruben tastes your juices as he licks your entire slit again, while his hands draw you to him and then sucks on your swollen clit. Your hands grasp his soft head, entwining your fingers in his hair to hold you. You relax your lips sighing as you feel the heat increase, as your eyes quiver with his touch. He does it once more and you growl needily. He's toying with you, you can tell when he lets out a little giggle. Or he's trying to make you go crazy.

"Damn it, Ruben, get the fuck over with" you moan with a groan as you feel him lick you again without touching you.

"Your wish is my command" he murmurs into your core making you bristle.

And then his tongue penetrates your hole making you jerk your head back as you scream his name tearing at your throat. Then he returns to your clit and presses it, biting a bit into your skin. The touch of his beard on your inner thighs make you tingle and the friction of his nose on your pubic makes you shiver, as he continues to lunge his tongue into your cavity over and over again. He releases one hand and slaps your ass again, making you jump in a scream.

How have you never tried this before? You can't believe someone can feel this level of pleasure riding a face. It's fucking hot. You're so horny you're afraid you'll reach orgasm without passing out.

"Fuck, Ruben!" you squeal as your hips start to move on his face.

Watching him under you is so glorious that if you don't come to orgasm with his tongue, you'll come from just seeing him there. Completely at your mercy, working his tongue for your pleasure, caressing you with his big hands while you are all that matters today.

You need more, you need to feel more pleasure, you want to feel it all. And you transmit it to him as your face becomes disfigured with pleasurez your mouth opens in an 'O' and you have to hold back to hold on a little longer. Ruben catches your clit and sucks it quickly, holding you by your ass, while he squeezes it with his remaining hand, kneading it.

"Fuck, yes. There, Ruben" you murmur as his eyes meet yours.

His tongue works wonders on your body and you're going crazy as you beg for him not to stop. You don't want him to ever stop.

Your fingers keep tugging at his hair as now one of his hands penetrates you with two fingers in your hole. You gasp as you feel another finger enter you and you begin to see stars. You are so tight, so hot for him, that when he hits your G-spot, you have to let go of his hair and grab hold of the back of the bed, holding you so tight as your hips move like crazy in his face. He hits once, twice, three times and you lose count as you feel all the pleasure.

Your thighs burn and you begin to tire but you can't stop riding his face as his mouth bites and licks your clit and his fingers fuck your center. You gasp and moan and scream. You scream and scream, not caring if anyone can hear you. You can't shut up, you don't even make the attempt but you know you couldn't handle this new thing you're experiencing.

The pleasure begins to build up in your belly as Ruben keeps pounding you hard, the pressure on your legs making you want to ride harder and move like crazy. You are desperate and your back arches as your toes curl, you need to hold on because you will fall into deep limbo. Ruben knows this, because you hear another little chuckle echoing in your cavity and with his loose hand he caresses your inner thigh.

You have never felt anything so desperate. You can feel your body levitate as your thoughts escape your mind. Your throat hurts from screaming so much as you feel your orgasm approaching from the way your body is uncurling.

"I'm about to... come, Ruben" you say barely as you gasp.

The moment Ruben bites down on your clit and speeds up his fingers, reaching deep inside you cry out desperately feeling your orgasm. You close your eyes tightly and see little flashes in the darkness that make you think you might pass out. You are dazed and your vision blurs as his thighs want to clench but Ruben holds you as he continues to penetrate you hard and suck your clit roughly. Your nipples ache and burn but you can't let go to caress them because you'll fall on his face as you feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever had.

"Fuck!" you scream again as you feel your belly contract and your fluids spill over your thighs and Ruben's face.

Finally his fingers stop and you gasp at the feeling of relief, still holding onto the backrest. You gasp for air as Ruben plays with your liquids on your skin, smiling proudly.

"That was hot, baby" he murmurs as you fall to his side still dazed and off balance. "You cum all over me" he moans pulling you closer.

You're so sensitive that when he brushes against your legs you gasp again. You can't even find the words.

"You taste so good, I'd eat you every day" he whispers in your ear making you bristle.

"Damn, Ruben" you sigh laughing. "You're the best with your tongue" you teasingly praise him. You know it will feed his ego and be more fun.

"Oh I know, baby. You say that every time I fuck you" he teases laughing as he positions himself between your aching legs again.

The grimace on your tired face makes him laugh. But his intentions won't go away. His wet kisses return to your neck, leaving hot trails that make you sigh. You really don't know if you can, you're too sensitive and sore. You know that tomorrow you will have difficulty walking and you won't even be able to get out of bed after tonight. Ruben has no mercy on you and will fuck you as many times as he wants.

"I know you're tired but I need some more of you, baby" he murmurs as he removes his underwear, freeing his erection. "Show me you can take me one more time, baby" he gasps as you stroke his cock with your red, swollen lips.

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dinner with the albarns

contains smut & swearing. damon albarn x reader. young damon albarn. this one is also a bit longer than my normal one shots:) ps this hasn’t been proofread so there are probably numerous grammatical errors…soz.

now things between damon and i are complicated, to say the least.

over the past few months, after we spent the night together post the gig that we both happened to be attending that same night, we've had this friends with benefits situation.

he lives just down the road and our parents are very close friends. when i was younger i'd have to go round to theirs every so often for dinner; which i used to despise.

you see, prior to our night together, we hated each other. we were forced to be in each others company, and frankly we were very different people, which we still are.

he's the cool, laid back and cheekily attractive popular guy that everyone wants to sleep with. as for me, i'm just a shy blondie who struggles with social interactions as i'm too obsessed with either the book i'm reading or the jumper i'm crocheting.

but back in may, i decided to attend this gig alone as i thought it was time i put myself out there; and that's when everything changed.

anyway, after many years of loose contact with the albarns, my mum decided it was time to rekindle her friendship with hazel, damon's mum, and that brings us to now.

——

'y/n darling' i heard my mum call from behind the door as she knocked.

'come in' i said lazily, lead leisurely on my bed with my legs crossed and my back rested against the pillows i had stacked behind me to keep me upright, still fixating on the final words of the chapter i was reading before diverting my attention to her.

'i've just had a word with hazel and she's invited us round for dinner tonight. i would really appreciate it if you came with us' she said, still holding onto the handle of my door as she leant against the door frame.

i felt my chest tighten. oh god. not after everything between me and damon.

i sighed, feigning my annoyance as i slapped the book down onto my lap 'mum you know i don't get on with damon'

'i know sweetheart but you're both old enough now, surely you can bare each other for just one evening?'

oh i could bare him for more than that.

i shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, lifting the book back to cover my face 'fine' i huffed behind the novel.

'thank you. we'll be leaving shortly so make sure you're ready!' her voice slowly trailed off as she closed my door on her departure.

fuck sake. after all these years.

——

we both stood patiently at their front door, the old biscuit tin containing the victoria sponge mum had baked for pudding in my hands.

i didn't want anyone to know about damon and i, and i'm sure he felt the same, so i completely underdressed myself to avoid giving anything away. i threw on an old sweatshirt of my dads paired with some casual dark flared jeans.

with one swift motion, their door opened.

'hello! wow it's lovely to see you both! gosh y/n haven't you grown?' hazel exclaimed with flayed arms.

i grinned at her warm welcome before stepping into the house and hugging her with my free hand.

'it's lovely to see you too' i reciprocated politely.

'damon's just in his room but he'll be down in a minute' she said, rubbing my shoulder before i passed her by to pursue my walk to the kitchen and deposit the victoria sponge.

i briefly rinsed my hands under the tap after placing down the tin as i was startled by a familiar voice.

'hello you' he said in his trademark of a tone.

i quickly spun on my heels to be greeted with a grinning damon, who's hands were rested casually in his torn denim pockets.

'fancy seeing you here' i flirted, leaning back into the counter behind me.

'bizarre isn't it?' he replied, raising his eyebrows in a sarcastic manner.

'now look. they can NOT know about us. got it?' i said sternly, pointing my finger aggressively in his direction.

'so you want me to act as if i haven't fucked you senseless almost every week for the past 4 months?' he said, unnecessarily loud.

'shhhh' i bolted over to him, desperately coving his mouth with my hand. 'they might hear'

i felt him smile against my palm so i removed my hand to see his delicious lips. he raised his eyebrows in a cocky manner, looking down on me through his droopy eyes.

'but yes. that's exactly what i want you to do' i followed up.

'got it.' he winked at me before following me carefully with his eyes as i retreated back to my spot against the counter across the kitchen.

'damon i'm being serious' i repeated, resting my elbow on the worktop.

'damon! how lovely to see you again.' my mum bursted into the room, interrupting abruptly and outstretching her arms to offer an embrace.

'thanks carol. you look lovely by the way' damon flirted casually, as always, pulling away from the embrace and smiling at her sweetly. flirting was second nature to him.

'stop it you' she slapped his shoulder playfully 'don't be cheeky'

'i'm not being cheeky! i'm just complimenting you' he said with a twinkle in his eye and that conceited grin of his.

'now what's this in here?' hazel bounded through the door, eyeing up the cake across the room as we all stood awkwardly in their cramped kitchen.

'victoria sponge, hazel. freshly baked this afternoon' mum boasted with pursed lips.

'oh goody. i hadn't prepared anything for pudding'

——

we were all sat down amicably at their table which was delicately decorated with various vintage ornaments and a colourful tapestry for the table cloth.

with damon sat directly opposite me, a tense atmosphere began to build as we ate our meals, not a single word spoken between us.

'and what's going on with you then, y/n? how's college going?' hazel asked, resting her wrists onto the edge of the table as she held her cutlery in her hands.

i had only just taken a bite of my food as she said this, so i gestured for her to hold on as i hurriedly swallowed the partially chewed food in my mouth down.

'not bad actually thanks' i responded quietly, cutting up the broccoli on my plate.

'and what about you damon, how's college treating you?' my mum asked.

'yeah alright, thanks.' he responded with a hint of cockney in his accent as he leant back into his chair, slightly lifting his crotch up to adjust his position.

i glanced subtly down to his crotch, which he noticed.

i cleared my throat awkwardly before placing down my cutlery. 'i'm going to get a glass of water. would anyone like anything?' i announced.

a 'yes please' in different variations was grumbled from all members of the table as i stood up.

'what would everyone like?' i asked as i wondered over to the kitchen.

'just water for me, please' hazel requested politely, followed up by my mum nodding and pointing at herself with a mouthful of food, implying she wanted the same.

'i'll come help you' damon stood up abruptly, clumsily knocking the table as he did so, causing the chinaware to clatter loudly.

'damon! be more careful' his mum complained.

'sorry' he mumbled as he followed me into the kitchen.

——

i reached up onto my tippy toes in order to gain access to the cupboard containing the glassware, before feeling a large hand gracefully cup my waist.

'too short' he goaded as he reached over me and retrieved the glasses himself, still holding onto my waist.

'i'm not that short' i huffed through furrowed eyebrows, turning to face him so he was stood between my legs.

'yeah yeah' he arrogantly mocked me, leaning in to place a kiss on my lips, which he was unsuccessful at doing as i pushed my hands against his sturdy chest, knocking him back slightly.

'not here!' i shouted in a whisper.

'okay okay' he held up his hands defensively, one of which was holding 4 glasses between his long fingers. 'here go fill these up' he handed me the glasses.

i took the glasses from his hand and padded over to the sink to fill the cups with tap water.

'your bum looks good today' he observed from across the room.

i looked over my shoulder to see him staring overtly as he leant casually against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. i sent him a smile of appreciation.

'not that it doesn't always look good, by the way. but it looks exceptionally good today, you know, with the flares' he trailed off after getting carried away as i pushed two full glasses of water in front of him.

'thanks damon. now shush before they hear' i left the room, damon following close behind with the other glasses.

i perched down on my seat and placed the glasses of water in their respective places before picking up my cutlery and continuing with my meal.

'not sure why that needed two of you' my mum joked, raising her eyebrows as she placed her food-filled fork into her mouth.

'yeah well, y/n didn't know where the glasses were' damon covered for me.

'i see' hazel eyed up damon before taking a sip of her water.

i sat in silence, acting as normal as i could in an attempt to remember how things were before myself and damon got ourselves into the situation we are now in.

i noticed damon shuffle slightly in his seat, slumping so his bottom edged down the wood, i thought nothing of it so continued to fill my mouth with food.

i suddenly jolted in my seat and almost choked on my food as i felt his foot slip slowly between my legs. my eyes widened as i looked up at damon, only to find him eating as normal and not batting an eye in my direction what so ever.

i cleared my throat yet again, shuffling in my seat to express my discomfort.

'what's the matter darling?' mum asked, leaning into me as she placed her hand on my forearm.

'oh. um. nothing. just had an itch' i choked out, feeling a rush of pink flush to my cheeks.

i heard damon scoff proudly across the table, causing me to send him devilish looks as if to say what the fuck do you think you're doing?

i filled my mouth with the remnants of my meal before gently placing my cutlery onto the plate.

'you eat quickly' hazel commented.

'yeah i suppose i do' i got out stiffly as i felt damon's foot creep dangerously close to my core.

'even beat me' damon said, looking at my eyes intently.

'yes and damon's usually the quickest!' his mum followed up chirpily, where i broke the eye contact between myself and damon to send her an insincere expression of interest.

upon realising damon wasn't going to budge, i decided to make the most of it and tuck my chair in a bit more so his foot could get closer to my core.

his socks gently rubbed against my thigh as i tried my hardest not to expose my pleasure with facial expressions.

slowly but surely, his foot inched up so his toe rubbed against my clit through my jeans.

unable to keep a straight face for any longer, i bolted up from my seat and announced i was going to the toilet.

what is this man doing to me? i mean his foot? really??? he just can't contain himself can he.

——

'now look i've told our mums i'm showing you my record collection so this buys us some time'

'jesus fucking christ damon why do you have to do your amazing jump-scare act every time i see you'

he looked at me, puzzled.

'you scared the shit out of me' i said bluntly, drying my hands with the towel beside the sink. 'how the fuck did you get in here anyway?'

'love, we don't have locks in our bathrooms in this house' he commented condescendingly, glaring at me with eyes full of lust from across the room.

'ah yes. i did notice that actually' i mumbled, awkwardly fiddling with my hands before biting my lip.

'anyway.' his hands rested beside his side where i could see the veins of his forearms poke through.

'anyway.' i copied before the silence in the room lingered. 'fuck it'

we embraced passionately in the middle, his hands roaming desperately beneath my sweater, grabbing any skin he could get his hands on. 'take this off' he tugged at my sweater.

and with ease, i pulled it over my head, revealing my topless body and laced bra for his eyes to revel upon.

of course i came prepared with sexy lingerie; you always have to be prepared when it comes to damon.

'fuck me i'll never get tired of your body' he pulled away, gawking at my partial nudity before aggressively planting his lips back onto mine.

his hand trailed down my torso where it was met with the button of my jeans, which he easily undid with one hand, the other claiming a fistful of my tit.

with a firm clench of my tit, his other hand slipped beneath my pants and began to pleasure my bundle of nerves. 'oh so it worked then?' i could feel him smile between our kiss.

'what worked?' i breathlessly asked, running my hands through his trimmed hair.

'my foot. you're soaking love' he dipped a finger between my folds.

'ah-' i was cut off by a wave of pleasure that took over my body, making me weak in the knees. 'ah yes- that d-did work' i managed to get out.

i heard him hum contently, his tongue roaming aimlessly in my mouth, before following up with a second finger into my drenched core.

my mouth opened in pleasure against his, providing him with the opportunity to nip my bottom lip, tugging it slightly as i panted against his face.

damon applied more pressure onto my boob, kneading it gently between his slender fingers as he slowly pushed me back into the sink counter.

my back harshly collided with the surface and he grunted with the force, his fingers rapidly pleasuring my core.

i removed my hands from his soft hair, placing them onto the counter behind me and hoisting myself up, causing him to remove his fingers from between my legs.

i pulled him in eagerly by his blue shirt, my forehead pressing against his before my hands trailed down to his belt to undo the leather strap. 'fuck me damon' i requested seductively, my eyes staring directly into his, mere centimetres away as i pulled the swollen skin of my lips between my teeth.

he raised his eyebrows smuggly, an arrogant grin governing his lips. 'someone's eager' he said in his low, arousing tone before continuing to pull out his length as i shimmied my jeans off my legs.

he aligned his tip with my entrance, our foreheads rested against each other as he harshly slid himself into me, pressuring my cervix.

i lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist so he could go deeper, pulling at his hair hungrily as he pounded into me; the sound of our bodies smashing into each other filling the room.

his lustful eyes maintained their glare into mine; this wasn't just sex, this was sex fuelled with desperation and secrets. this was our little secret.

his hands tightly grasped my waist for stability as he slid his length in and out of me 'fuck love. what have you done to me?' he asked rhetorically.

his hand crept up my torso to hold my neck with force, pushing my head back so it was pressed against the mirror behind me.

'damon?' hazel called from downstairs.

'shit. fuck. quick' he panicked, hurriedly packing his hardened dick back into his jeans as i scrambled down from the counter to put my jeans back on ineptly. 'yeah i'll be down in a sec mum' he called out.

'fuck damon what are we going to do?' i asked with a whisper as i lubberly slid my legs into my jeans, hopping on one foot as i did so.

'not a fucking clue' he replied, adjusting his hair in the mirror and grabbing his crotch 'still got a fukin hard on'

i sniggered at his comment before padding over to the door to open the handle apprehensively, fumbling with my hair and sweatshirt as i did so.

'shall i go?' i looked over my shoulder to damon who was stood looking slightly unnerved.

'yeh yeh you go and i'll come out after' he hurried me with hand gestures.

'ok' i cautiously opened the door handle before peering my head around the frame to not see anyone. i briefly looked back at damon before exiting, giving him a thumbs up as if to say 'the coast is clear'

——

after leaving the albarns with a successful attempt of not getting caught, despite being desperately close, mum and i strolled down the street with a somewhat stiff atmosphere between us, as if she knew something. maybe i was over thinking it.

i immediately went to my bedroom and flopped onto my bed, feeling a slight lump in my back pocket.

i partially hoisted myself up using my elbow in order to gain access to my back pocket upon which i slid my hand into to reveal a crumpled piece of paper.

i pulled it out and flattened it so the writing on it could be legible. the brief scribbled writing read:

i'll be at your window at midnight. we have some unfinished business. d x

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new reaction meme just dropped

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the daddiest daddy to daddy

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ok hear me out…. i know it’s asking to much but i think i (we🙂‍↕️) need this, one shots of sergio and fernando being boxers like i know it’s 2 separate one shots but pleaseeeeee they are my top crushes and i had this idea but idk how to write and like them being overprotective of the girl likeeee

babe you had me remember a plot line I had in my mind, where an underground boxer purposefully gets punched so the girl (the doctor/neighbor) he likes helps him with his cuts, two one shots with these babes being like that … oof

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babysitter

quiteeee a big age gap but reader can be any age you want her to be. i was thinking around 23??? as always, dom damon & smut.

'y/n when's daddy home?' the adorable 6 year old asked you for the 4th time, her ponytail bunched up against the headrest of the sofa as she gazed up at you through thick eyelashes and beady eyes.

you turned your head towards the window once you noticed the motion sensor light of the driveway flash on.

'now - by the looks of it' you said, smiling at her as you ran your hand through her silky hair. 'so come on, quickly run up to bed before he finds out i let you stay up so late' you patted her arm gently.

she darted up from her former cosy position in the softness of your hoodie 'okay. please can you tell daddy to give me a kiss good night'

you chuckled at her cuteness before saying 'of course' with a warm smile. 'goodnight you. i'll see you soon'

'night y/n' she shouted back as she hurried up the stairs on all fours.

only a few moments later you heard the key slip into the lock from the other side, followed by a disheveled, stumbling damon.

'hiya' you greeted him, standing up from the sofa.

'hey y/n. sorry i'm late. how was she?' damon replied, slipping off his shoes in the process.

'perfect, as always. good night?' you asked.

he shuffled through to the front room where he casually leant against the door frame 'erm yeah..i suppose. could've been better'

'why's that?'

'well...i-im really sorry y/n.. i know it sounds ridiculous but my whole wallet was stolen so i have no way of paying you tonight. i'm trying to sort it out but i will pay you as soon as i possibly can' he said with sad eyes and a sincere apologetic tone.

his hand ran briefly through his damp hair as he waited for a response.

'that's okay. how did that happen?' you said with a hint of disappointment in your tone. he knew you almost entirely relied upon him to fund your living expenses. with your lack of job experience and simply just living in london, his weekly cash was the only thing keeping you going.

'i-i really an sorry y/n i shouldn't have been so careless but i think it was nicked when i went to take a piss at the pub, not realising i had left my wallet at the bar'

'it's okay damon. don't apologise, it wasn't your fault'

the room grew awkward as we stood opposite each other, the coffee table between us.

'have you eaten?' he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets - a clear expression of concern across his face.

'n-no i haven't. but it's okay i'll pick something up on my way home'

'do you have a ride?'

'no. but i can walk...it's not far'

'i'm not sure that's a great idea now it's dark. i'll cook you something then i'll walk you home after' he said assertively, making his way into the kitchen.

'damon you don't have to do that. honestly, it's fine. i'll be on my way and just pay me as soon as you can. i'll see you soon' you headed to the door to collect your house keys from the adjacent tray, but before you could lay your hand upon the brass handle, damon's palm firmly grasped your wrist.

'please? let me cook for you.' he said through desperate, sad eyes.

you looked down towards your hands before he slowly loosened his grip.

'uh. okay' you chucked, suddenly rushed with embarrassment. 'if you insist'

'what would you like?' he was suddenly so close to you that you were concerned he could hear the thumping of your chest.

'um i'll eat anything - i'm not fussy' you stuttered out.

'i'll cook us a paella. do you like prawns?'

'i love prawns. thank you damon, really.' you tucked your hair behind ear, ducking your head to avoid his intense glare.

'my pleasure.' his deep, unintentionally seductive tone ignited something within you - something that had never even crossed your mind before.

he turned around and made his way to the kitchen, yourself nervously following behind.

——

'would you like something to drink?' damon offered, setting down the tray of paella at the centre of the table, yourself keeping busy by setting said table - placing down the final fork beside your placemat.

'you got a beer by any chance? i haven't been drinking recently due to the extortionate prices in london' you chuckled, sitting down onto your chair.

'wow. beer drinker. didn't expect that..i've got some peroni's if you'd like?' he swaggered over to the fridge, turning his head for an answer.

'a peroni would be perfect, thank you'

he made his way back across the kitchen before placing the dewy beer in front of you. 'my pleasure' - he held his glare intently before sitting himself down opposite you. 'shall i put some music on?' his hand dug into his pocket, with the help of a shifted crotch, to retrieve his battered iphone 5 (classy as ever).

'go for it' you said, beginning to serve him a spoonful of paella onto his plate.

'jazz?' his eyes perked up from his phone, the bracket crease in the corner of his mouth making an appearance.

'sounds good to me. this enough for you?' you gestured to the lump some of paella on this plate.

'that'll do yeah'

the conversation was stilted at first, creating a rather stiff atmosphere between the two of you as you finished up your food, the music proving to only heighten this - until your current favourite song, Brani Maniguá by Ibrahim Ferrer came on, upon which you quickly recognised with the distinct violin melody at the start.

'i love this song' you spoke out, lifting your eyes to meet his, which were already trained on you.

damon brought his elbows up, resting them on the table before interlocking his fingers and suspending his chin on his hands above his now empty plate. 'good taste' his eyebrows raised. he was clearly impressed.

you didn't respond, you simply ducked your head at his compliment until a sudden urge of confidence came over you. 'do you dance?' you lifted yourself off the chair apprehensively, pressing your palms onto the table as you did so as damon's eyes darted down towards your long fingers, before lifting back up and meeting yours.

'do i dance?' his hands slipped onto his lap, his posture now slumped in the wooden chair and his eyes followed you, progressing your way over to him.

you offered a dainty hand, upon which he took but slighted tugged towards him. his charming smirk was all you could seem to take note of.

you took this opportunity to straddle him, damon's legs pushing against the floor for the chair to slide back in order for you to have room to mount him.

your arms rested over his shoulder as you swung a leg over his crotch, his tender hand resting on your thigh as you lowered yourself onto him.

'yes, i dance' he hushed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before caressing your innocent cheek.

'show me then'

he gently bucked his crotch up into yours, the strained denim pressing firmly against your legging-clad thigh before pulling the back of your neck towards him for you to share a brief kiss.

he pulled away, running his palm up the sides of your thigh until the reached under your oversized hoodie, which, to his surprise, had nothing beneath it.

his lustful eyes lifted upon this realisation, with his mouth brackets reappearing yet again. 'so you come to my house...' his delicate hand drifted further up your torso 'to babysit my daughter...' you began to tremble under his touch, the hairs on your arms perking up 'with a hoodie that appears to have nothing beneath it?' his fingers finally reached your nipple, gently tracing over the sensitive skin.

'it's comfier' you responded shakily.

'is it comfier?' he paused 'or is it just naughty?'

he began to kneed your nipples between his calloused fingers, placing kisses upon your neck as his hips bucked into you some more. 'hmm?' he hummed against your neck, his light stubble slightly scratching your skin.

'i-i don't know' you ran your fingers through the back of his mop, firmly pressing your groin into him with desperation.

'i think you're just naughty' he followed up, beginning to lift himself from his chair with yourself wrapped around his waist. he moved his plate out of the way before gently placing you down onto the table, his thumb slipping into the band of your leggings 'what do you think?'.

'y-yes. i'm naughty'

he chuckled incredulously before diverting his eyes towards his thumb that looped under your waistband 'i was actually referring to this...but i like your honesty' he pressed his grinning lips against yours.

'so?'

'i think..yes' you grinned, pulling him in again for a further embrace.

his fingers dug deeper into your soaking knickers, before dipping into your pool briefly - your mouth opening against his at the sensation.

—-

'fuck- fuck damon wait i completely forg-' your statement was muffled by his hand covering your mouth, his other hand clenched around your neck as he pounded into you some more.

'save it' he said, smirking down at you as you felt his hold around your neck tighten to the point that you struggled to breathe - proving to be the best technique for the most amazing orgasm.

your cries were silenced by his large hand as your orgasm flushed through you. he lent over to remove his hand in order to place his dry lips onto yours, muffling your screams some more.

'wanna finish me off?' his eyes lit up between the kiss, his mouth curling at the thought of your reddening lips around his aching tip.

you nodded meekly, slipping your bottom off the edge of the table and down onto your knees, placing the base of his cock in your trembling palm.

you pumped up and down a few times, his fingers laced within your locks before he pressured your head towards where he needed it. 'c'mon now. make me cum, luv'

your lips opened around the tip of his throbbing length, before you began to bob your head forwards and backwards, twisting your hand around his base (the area you couldn't quite reach with just your mouth).

'nearly there, baby, nearly there' his voice was even deeper, the vibrations from his throat travelling all the way down towards his thigh - upon which your palm was firmly holding.

'fuckk-'

you glared up at him through innocent eyes, continuing to pump him with an open mouth before he came all over your tongue.

utterly lost in the moment, you both failed to hear the approach of the reason you were here in the first place.

'daddy?’ a voice came from behind. ‘i didn't get my kiss goodnight’.