GallagherFics

warm morning sunlight streamed through the window, landing directly on the bed. it was a gorgeous september morning, the temperature outside just cool enough that you could keep the windows open instead of turning on a fan.

you blinked, squinting your eyes from the light shining on your face. the bedroom that was once new to you was now partially yours, shared with your boyfriend who you met exactly one year ago.

he was still sprawled out next to you, his bare chest rising and falling slowly, clinging to your waist. you turned in his arms, tracing the hard line of his jaw. you kissed him there, warm and gentle, studying his face as if you were trying to memorize every line.

his sharp features were softened in the morning light, and he seemed to almost glow. his lips, plush and soft, were slightly parted and tinged pink—his breathing steady and quiet. his lashes fluttered a bit when you ran your fingers through his hair, which was cut short and starting to grey at the temples. you cupped his face with your hand and brushed your thumb along his cheekbone, feeling the prickle of his stubble against your palm.

you shifted and turned him so he laid flat against the mattress so you could straddle him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he stirred, blinking in the bright light that poured through the sheer curtains.

"morning, liam."

liam squinted like he was trying to remember where he was—his head still cloudy from sleep. he grinned, pulling you down to kiss you back. "morning already? fuckin' hell."

you giggled, your hands pressed to his chest. he sat up a bit straighter, holding your hips, his thumb stroking your thigh. you tangled your fingers in his hair again, your gaze meeting his. "you look so handsome in the sunlight, i love when i get to wake up to you like this."

he grinned, his hands slipping under the hem of your t-shirt—one of his that you always stole to wear to bed. "oi, i always look handsome. can't be out there singin' my tunes lookin' like i crawled out of a sewer."

he smiled wider watching you laugh, his stormy blue eyes focused on yours. your thumb stroked his chest, feeling the soft hair there. "you remember what day it is?"

his face scrunched in thought, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. "dunno. thursday, i think?"

you pushed him lightly, laughing again. "our anniversary, dummy—it's been a year since we met."

he kissed your cheek, his hands cupping your face. "i didn't forget, swear down." he reached over to the bedside table and opened the middle drawer, pulling out a small box wrapped with a thin ribbon.

"for you, love. open it."

you carefully unwrapped the bow and opened the box, smiling like a kid on their birthday. you gasped softly when you saw it—a silver necklace with a delicate filigree heart dangling from the chain. you held it gingerly, like you were afraid it would fall apart in your hands. "oh, liam—this is beautiful..."

he smiled sheepishly as you put it on, his face going a bit pink. "saw it in a shop last week and thought of you. i know it's nothin' special—"

you cut his words off with a kiss, arms looped around his neck and tears stinging your eyes.

"it's perfect. thank you."

he kissed you back, holding you tight in his arms, like he was scared you'd disappear if he let go.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

liam laid you down on your back, his chest pressed to yours, still kissing you. you felt his heart beat against you—the steady thumping of his pulse behind his ribs. your breath hitched as he slowly pulled your shirt off, pressing kisses to down your chest.

his voice was syrupy and still a bit hoarse from sleep. "so fuckin' soft, my gorgeous girl." he pushed your panties down, mouth parting at the sight of you, as if this was the first time he had ever seen you like this. a soft groan escaped him, his voice catching in his throat.

"fuckin' hell—you look unreal. i'll never stop lovin' you, y'know?"

you giggled as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them off. his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, precum already beading at the tip. a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, your lips parted, still red and wet from his kisses.

"i know."

he stroked himself once before pressing his cock to your folds, slick and swollen. he eased in halfway and then pulled out, taking his time, rocking his hips forward gently. you moaned softly, the sound swallowed by his lips on yours.

he trailed kisses down your neck to your collarbone, his hands still on your hips. his breath was hot against your skin, his voice dripping with need. "y'feel like heaven, love—could stay in you all day."

your nails dug into his shoulders as he eased himself all the way in, buried to the hilt in you. he groaned at the friction, his breath hitching. "god, so fuckin' tight—made for me, yeah?" he thrust forward tenderly, panting shallowly against your neck.

liam ran his hands down your waist to your thighs, slowing his pace to a halt. you whined softly as he pulled out of you, your walls clamping down on nothing. his gaze met yours, eyes half lidded. "lift your legs a little for me, love, i wanna feel all of you."

you lifted your legs, hitching them a bit higher, your heels digging into his back. he eased back in, even gentler than before. the slow stretch of his cock pushed deep inside you made your back arch, hushed moans on your lips.

"mhm—oh, liam—"

he kept one hand on your leg, his thumb brushing against your inner thigh. the other was splayed across your chest, pressed right between your tits. you had your arms looped around his neck, tugging gently at his hair. he moaned softly, his voice breaking.

"fuck—god, you ruin me—"

his rhythm was slow, but steady, a contrast to the way he'd normally bend you over and fuck you deep. you liked that about him, the way he matched your needs. when you wanted it rough, he was brutal—his pace fast and raw, his palms cracking sharp against your skin. when you wanted it gentle, like he was now, he was slow and deliberate, taking his time to make love to you as tenderly as he could.

you felt heat coil low in your stomach and travel up your spine, surging through you like a wave. sunlight still beamed down on the two of you, filling the room with a warm glow that made the moment feel even more intimate and pure.

liam brushed against your ear, kissing your jaw, his lips soft against your skin. his breath was ragged and hot, sweat making his face damp to the touch. "m'gonna fill you full, love—y'look so fuckin' gorgeous with my cum in you—"

you tipped your head against the mattress, moaning as his pace quickened a bit, still rocking gently into you, the sound of sex loud and obscene in the otherwise quiet bedroom. you moaned again, digging your nails deeper into his shoulders and raking them down his back.

"oh, god—mhm—liam—"

you broke just then, your cunt clenching hard around him, making him groan. waves of pleasure and release washed over you as you came, slick running down your legs, making your thighs sticky.

he choked back a moan watching you unravel, his rhythm becoming sloppy. he thrust into you a few more times, hips jerking erratically, before spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside you. he kept grinding into you, the squelch of your cunt pumped full of his load echoing filthily.

he eased out of you slowly, cum dribbling down your thighs. he stroked your face gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead before laying down next to you, stroking your hair.

"love when i get to fuck you all gentle in the morning."

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you slumped into the mattress, spent and lovesick, your body tingling warm all over.

liam sat up, his fingers still tangled in your hair. "i'll run a bath. then we'll have tea, yeah?" you smiled and nodded, playing with the necklace he bought you. you watched him walk to the bathroom, the tap running loudly. you sighed, smiling wide and feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

you loved the life the two of you built for yourselves: his warm kisses pressed all over your body, the way he made you tea every morning, the weekends you spent hand-in-hand at the park. and, of course, the soft and gentle morning sex contrasted by the way he made you feel at night: wild, filthy, and untamed—like a completely different person.

liam poked his head out of the bathroom door and walked back to the bed, helping you up. you tripped over your own feet, both of you laughing as you clung to him.

your legs felt unsteady, shaking a bit, still sore from earlier. but all that eased away when you sunk into the warm water with him, your back pressed to his chest. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, light and tender.

"could do this with you for the rest of my life, love—just me and you."

you leaned your head against his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his. you finally felt like you found the one person who completely understood you on every level.

liam kissed the top of your head, gentle and loving, like he was afraid you'd shatter under him. you sighed, wanting this exact moment to last a lifetime.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

the two of you eventually stepped out of the bath and dried off after nearly an hour. you giggled as liam wrapped the towel around you, his lips warm against your skin as he kissed every part of your body.

"i'll put the kettle on."

he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you in the bathroom to finish drying off. you were squeezing the water out of your hair when your phone lit up, buzzing loudly on the countertop. you glanced at the screen, answering the call from amy, your best friend who took you to that party a year ago.

"hey, what are you doing later? wanna grab dinner and drinks with me?"

"um, i can't—i'm having dinner with my boyfriend."

you heard her sigh on the other end, the sound distorted but still clear enough that you could feel her frustration.

"you always say that now, ever since you met that guy. you know you can invite him to come with us, right? i'm starting to feel like he doesn't actually exist."

you shifted uncomfortably in the bathroom, going completely silent. what could you even tell her?

hey, amy, my friend i've had since childhood who's so close to my family that you're basically my sister! guess what? i'm dating someone twice my age who my dad's hated for over 20 years. what do you think?"

you heard her voice ring out on the other end after a little while of saying nothing, interrupting the awkward silence hanging between the two of you.

"could you at least tell me his name? i feel like you owe me that much."

"liam."

"liam... okay, well, you have fun with liam, i guess."

she hung up, leaving you feeling insanely guilty for always cancelling on her like that. but what else could you do? she'd freak out if you told her exactly why you had to sneak around with your boyfriend. plus, she wasn't exactly the secretive type—she'd absolutely let it slip to your dad by accident, you were sure of that.

so you let the distance between the two of you grow, even though you hated that you had to keep her away. and it wasn't just between you and her, but also between you and your dad. that brought up a whole bunch of different guilty feelings—he was your dad after all, and you loved him.

but he could never know, even if that meant keeping him at a distance.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

you walked downstairs to the kitchen, half-dressed in one of liam's shirts again.

he was sitting at the island, mindlessly flipping though a magazine you left on the counter. his hair was still mussed and he was just wearing his boxers, chewing on a piece of burnt toast. you grabbed one of the mugs of tea on the counter and sipped it, sitting next to him.

"you know what time it is right now?"

he turned his head, looking at the clock on the wall.

"a few minutes past 12." he grinned, kissing your neck. "enough time to mess around again before we head out."

you rolled your eyes, flipping a few pages of the magazine. you remembered the phone call with your friend—the thought of it tying knots in your stomach. you turned to liam, who was tearing charred bits of bread off his toast.

"do you think we'll ever get married?"

he sat up straighter, looking at you confused. "are you askin' if we could get married? i don't have a ring just yet, love."

you never really expressed your anxiety about your dad finding out to him before, but the words slipped out before you could stop them. "no, i just—if we got married, then my dad would know, wouldn't he?"

"he doesn't know?"

you shook your head, feeling your face go pink with embarrassment. "i never told him. and i don't think he needs to know."

liam laughed, dumfounded by what you just said. "jesus. so we've been foolin' around in secret. god, that's fuckin' filthy."

you shoved him a bit, annoyed at his joke. "i'm serious, liam! do you know how mad he'd be at me if he knew about this—about us?"

he took a sip of his tea. "yeah, i guess. but it doesn't really matter that much, does it? so what if he's mad? he can piss off."

you stood up, the stool scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. "he's my dad! of course it matters! what if he never talks to me again when he finds out about us? then what? i'll just be fatherless?"

you stormed off into the living room, curling up on the sofa, your knees pressed to your chest and face buried in your arms. you felt tears pricking your eyes, angry and upset that your heart has to be split in two directions like this—that either way, you end up distant from your dad.

the cushions shifted as liam sat down next to you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you looked up at him, tears streaking down your cheeks. he smiled softly, pulling you close to him. "you'll still have me even if your dad gets mad. and he'll get over it eventually, yeah?" he held your face in his hands, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping the tears that pooled there.

" 's alright, love."

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hours passed and you had mostly calmed down after your friend's phone call sent you into a bit of a panic. the two of you went to a fairly nice restaurant for dinner, the change of scenery keeping your mind off of things. after about an hour, you had completely forgotten about why you were upset earlier, your mind focused only on liam.

at around 10 pm, the two of you had left the restaurant. dinner was nice of course, but you thought that it would be fun to go back to the pub where you met.

you walked through the crowd hand-in-hand with liam, who trailed behind you, his other hand firmly on your waist. you slid into a booth, his arm slipping from your waist to your leg, his fingertips brushing your inner thigh. he squeezed your leg a little before getting up to grab drinks, returning with two pints.

he sat right next to you again, his hand returning to your leg. you felt his fingers slide higher up your inner thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the top of your leg. he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, watching you slowly sip your drink.

you spread your legs a bit wider, letting his hand slip even higher up your thigh. he shifted in his seat, his grip on your leg tightening.

"god, you're drivin' me mad, love."

a grin curled at your lips as you watched him shift in his seat. "do something about it then."

he smirked, brushing his fingers against your panties. he pressed them against the fabric, feeling the wetness that had pooled there. your breath hitched, quiet and unnoticed by everyone else but liam. you were about to tease him when you heard a familiar voice that made your heart sink into your stomach.

"is that you?"

there she was—your best friend at the same pub and walking towards your table.

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you slid down in the booth, almost as if you that would hide you from her. but it was too late, amy had already spotted you, and was standing right there, confused at the sight of you with liam.

you got up when she stopped at the table. you pushed past him and slid out of the booth, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards an empty corner. she opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off sharply.

"what are you doing here?"

"i told you i was going out for drinks. what are you doing with liam gallagher? i thought your dad hated him."

you shifted in place, lying through your teeth. "we're friends. i met him here a year ago after i left that party you dragged me to."

she stumbled over her words in disbelief. "so you lied. you lied when i called you the next day and asked where you were and you said, 'i met some guy, but i went back home to my flat'."

"technically, i did meet a guy."

she kept rambling, ignoring you completely. "and when i heard someone talking in the background and you said that was the tv, you lied to me. i can't—" she stopped herself mid sentence.

"you didn't end up going back home."

you shifted uncomfortably, looking down at the floor.

she pressed on, slowly realizing what you had done that night. "what did you do? tell me what you did." you glanced at her again, trying to hide the guilt on your face.

her eyes went wide. "oh my god. you had sex with him that night, didn't you?" her mouth fell open in horror as the truth finally hit her.

"oh my fucking god! he's your boyfriend, isn't he? that's the liam you told me about on the phone?"

her voice got louder, ringing sharp in your ear. "are you insane? your boyfriend is liam gallagher? you know he hates your dad and your dad hates him back, right? what the fuck is wrong with you?"

you snapped back. "there's nothing wrong with me, i'm in love—we're in love! this is why i didn't tell you this whole time because i knew you'd react like this!"

she went quiet, speaking after a few seconds. "i think you're making a mistake. he's twice your age, you know that, right?"

you rolled your eyes, your patience wearing thin. "so?"

she scoffed, crossing her arms. "are you serious? what'll your dad think? he's going to lose it when he finds out."

you stiffened, feeling that same panic from earlier return, trying to keep your cool. "he's not going to find out, and you can't tell him—you can't tell anyone."

"what if some major life event happens? you can't hide it from him forever. like, what if you get married or have kids one day?"

her eyes went wide again. "oh god, please don't tell me he got you pregnant—"

"what? no, he didn't. i think you're seriously overreacting about all of this."

"when your dad finds out—"

you grabbed her by the shoulders. "i'm telling you right now, you seriously can't tell my dad about me and liam—he would lose it."

she nodded slowly. "i won't, i promise. but he absolutely will find out you're dating liam gallagher at some point." she pointed at the table where liam was still sitting.

"he's talking to him right now."

⋆⭒˚.⋆

liam tapped his fingers against the table impatiently, waiting for you to come back. he kept his gaze fixed on you from across the room as he shifted in the booth, trying to ignore the growing erection in his jeans.

he reached for his drink, taking a slow sip when he heard a familiar voice ring in his ear.

"funny seeing you here."

he turned, facing damon albarn, who was standing right next to the table, his hands in his pockets. liam sat up straighter, his back stiffening. "piss off, damon."

damon didn't budge, sitting down in the seat across from liam instead. "so what are you doing here?"

liam played with the sleeve of his jacket. "dunno. 'spose i could ask you the same thing." he slouched back down again. "why are you even talkin' to me anyway?"

damon shrugged, watching the people at the bar. "don't you think our whole feud was stupid? or is stupid, i should say. that was so long ago, wasn't it? i think it's best if we just let the past be the past, yeah?"

he turned, watching liam sip his drink again. "what do you think?" he held out his hand. "truce?"

liam smirked, putting his glass down, ignoring damon's open hand. he let the words slip out of his mouth before his brain could stop him. "funny. 's not what she told me."

damon narrowed his eyes in confusion. "who told you what?"

an awkward silence filled the space between the two of them as liam shifted uncomfortably. he looked down at the table, "nothin'. forget i said that."

"no, tell me. who are you talking about?"

liam kept his mouth shut, staring vacantly across the table, which only wore out damon's patience. "i'm not joking—you better fuckin' tell me, gallagher."

"why? no one's forcin' you to talk to me. i don't have to tell you nowt."

"because i want to know, you prick! you clearly know something i don't, and you're just keeping it from me because of some stupid hatred you have for me!"

liam got up and pointed at you, snarling at your dad. "her. she told me. said i couldn't be around her because you'd blow your lid if i even just breathed near her—all 'cos you think she's so fragile and innocent. well i don't give a fuck about what you think 'cos i've had your little angel spread out on my bed screamin' my name every night for the past year, dickhead."

he left damon speechless and crossed the room, grabbing your arm just as you started to walk back to the table. the two of you left the pub, passing the table where your dad was sitting. you briefly caught the look on his face—just complete horror.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

the cool air outside nipped at your face, stinging your cheeks. the wind was sharper than it was before, making you shiver.

liam pulled a cigarette from his pocket as you both walked down the street, stopping as he hailed a cab. "you alright, love?"

you spoke slowly and quietly after a second of silence. "what did you say to my dad?" liam took a drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke fill the air and blow away in the wind.

"it doesn't matter."

"yes it does. what did you say to him?"

he put out his cigarette and got into a cab that stopped, giving directions to his flat to the driver. you got into the car with him, still shivering from the cool air outside. "liam—"

he cut your sentence off, pulling you close to him, his fingers digging into your waist. "you really wanna know what i told him?" you nodded. he leaned into you, his lips brushing your ear. "i told him that i've had you spread for me every night for the past year."

your mouth fell open and your face went red. you were about to yell at him for telling your dad that, but nothing came out.

the ride was dead quiet the rest of the way. liam stared out the window, leaning against his hand. his cock still pressed against the seam of his jeans, making him more frustrated than he already was.

the cab eventually pulled to a halt in front of the flat, the street dark and eerily silent. liam paid the driver, and got out, walking up the steps and unlocking the door.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

you walked into the flat, flipping the light switch.

liam took his jacket off and tossed it onto a chair, turning to face you. "i shouldn't have said anything to him."

your brain barely registered what he had said, your mind completely lost in thought. "what?" he repeated himself. "i shouldn't have said that to you dad."

he laughed, sounding a bit tired. "he's probably pissed at us now." you lsmiled, putting your bag down. "yeah, he probably is. he'll get over it though."

"you sure? i thought he was gonna fight me or summat."

you laughed, feeling weirdly relieved now that the secret was out. you walked over, wrapping your arms around his neck. "and then i'd get to take care of you when you'd get all bruised, right?"

"oi, i wouldn't lose that fight. your dad can't throw a punch to save his life."

he kissed your cheek, his lips warm against your skin. you clung to him tighter, running your fingers through his hair. he was exceptionally good looking that night, reminding you why you fell in love with him in the first place.

your mouth crashed against his, hungry and desperate to feel him. he kissed you back, tasting like the lager you two drank earlier. his hand moved up the hem of your dress, feeling your panties again, still soaked. your cunt pulsed in response to his touch, and you moaned into his mouth. he broke away from you, his other hand sliding down to your hip.

"want my cock, don't you, love?"

you nodded, biting back another moan as he pressed his fingers against your cunt again.

"fuck—yes, please, liam—"

he grabbed your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

liam walked with you up the stairs, the whole flat cast in shadow. he pushed the bedroom door open, pulling it shut again when you stepped inside. the room was dark, lit only by the faint streetlights outside the window.

he laid you down on the bed, already peeling his clothes off. "you want it a bit rough, don't you? want me to fuck you stupid, yeah?"

you nodded, whimpering as he unbuckled his belt, pulling himself free. he was unbearably hard—his cock thick and red, precum leaking down the shaft. you spread your legs wider at the sight of him, your voice dripping with need. "please, liam—"

he stood there, watching you writhe on the mattress. he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly. "i wanna see you ruin yourself—need you to beg for me first."

you pulled your dress off, pushing your panties down afterwards. you pressed your fingers to your cunt, dragging them through your slick. you pushed one in, gasping as your finger sank deeper inside of you.

liam watched you intensely, his eyes wild. he stroked himself faster, biting back moans. his hand was wet with precum as he pumped his cock, his gaze fixed on the sight of you touching yourself.

"fuck—keep goin', love—don't stop—"

your breath hitched as you pushed another finger in, slow and steady. your other hand slid down, your fingers finding your clit. you rubbed tight circles that made you moan loudly, your back arching off the bed.

pressure built fast in you, rising like a wave. you felt heat travelling up your spine as you curled your fingers inside of your cunt. your head sank into the mattress, your thighs sticky from your slick.

liam groaned, his eyes dark and hungry, unable to restrain himself for much longer. he climbed on top of you, his mouth crashing against yours, messy and wild—all teeth and tongue. you whined, the sound swallowed by his kiss. your hands slid up to his neck, tugging on his hair.

"liam—fuck me, please—"

he slapped your thigh hard enough to sting, grabbing his belt. "so fuckin' needy, aren't ya?" his fingers ghosted the soft skin of your arms. he lifted them up and bound your wrists together with his belt. the leather bit into your skin, making you squirm under him.

his palm cracked against your thigh again, sharp and loud. " 's what you get for being so needy—have your wrists tied up while i fuck you senseless and stuff you full."

you whimpered, your cunt still soaked and throbbing. you were begging now, your voice cracking on every syllable. "please, liam—please—"

he pressed a kiss to your neck, his cock pressed against your inner thigh. you moaned, shifting so the tip teased your entrance. he pinned you down, his hands planted firmly on your waist.

"not yet, love. i need to hear you screamin'—beggin' me to stuff my cock in you."

he kissed your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave a mark there the next day. he trailed kisses down your chest and stomach, stopping when he reached your thighs. he licked a stripe up your cunt, from your entrance to your clit, making you moan.

"oh god—"

he buried his face in you, your back arching again. he sucked on your clit, pushing his fingers inside of you. your nails dug into your palms, your hands still bound above your head, the belt digging into your wrists.

his fingers curled inside your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit mercilessly now. you bit your lip as he continued to work you with his fingers, an orgasm building fast in you again.

you broke, moaning as you came—your cunt clenching around his fingers, slick soaking his hand. he pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean. it was filthy and perverted, making you groan.

he buried his face in your neck, sucking on the skin there. "want my cock now, don't you?"

you nodded, desperate to feel him inside you even though you were still trembling from your orgasm.

"yes—please, liam—"

⋆⭒˚.⋆

liam turned you onto your stomach, angling your hips up. he squeezed your thighs, soaking up the view in front of him.

"could just keep you here and look at this all day."

he spanked you, your skin stinging where his palm hit it. you whined, mumbling into the sheets as he squeezed your ass. "mhm—again—do it again—"

he leaned down, kissing your shoulder, biting just a little. "what was that? use your words, love." you lifted your head off the bed, your voice catching in your throat as you spoke.

"please—spank me—"

he smirked, running his hands down your sides. "that's what i thought." he spanked you again, his palm cracking sharp against your skin, the sting of it shooting down your thighs. you groaned, burying your face in the mattress. liam grinned wildly at the broken sound you made and the way your legs buckled, smacking your ass one more time.

"god, i fuckin' love that sound."

he pressed against your hips and you instinctively pushed back onto him, feeling his cock, hard and thick, against you. he laughed, low and filthy. "fuckin' hell, look at you—so fuckin' desperate for my cock. want me to fill you with my cum, don't you?"

you whined, nodding your head, your voice muffled by the bedsheets. "god, yes—yes, need you, need your cum—"

he ran his hands along the curve of your thighs, squeezing hard again. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your spine. his voice was hushed and syrupy now, his breath hot against your skin. "m'gonna fuck you now, love—stuff you full of me."

he lined himself up to your entrance, dragging the tip through your slick folds. you bit back a gasp as he pushed in slowly, stretching your cunt open. he gripped your hips tight, hissing at the resistance when you clenched around him.

"jesus—so fuckin' tight—"

you whined loud and broken as he pressed his cock in some more, the stretch making you dizzy. he pulled back a bit, his palm cracking against your ass again. the sting of his hand on your skin made you whimper into the sheets, your wrists straining against the belt.

" 's only the tip and you're already fuckin' whinin'—needy thing, aren't ya?"

he pushed in more, easing his cock in inch by inch until he bottomed out completely, buried to the hilt in you. you moaned into the mattress, your legs shaking a bit. "mhm—oh, god—liam—"

he held your hips tight, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin. " 's all of me, love. every inch stretchin' you open."

he started thrusting into you, his rhythm fast and brutal. you clenched around him, making him groan. he spanked you again, his other hand slipping down and rubbing your clit. you gasped as he rubbed tight circles, heat surging through you. he

his pace quickened, the sound of skin on skin absolutely filthy in the bedroom. you could feel yourself reaching a breaking point, pleasure building inside of you as he thrust hard and rough.

liam dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you back onto him, making you cry out, his cock buried deep in you.

"oh, fuck! 's too much—"

he pulled out, still rubbing your clit. you gasped for air, your breathing shaky and uneven. your cunt was still throbbing, aching to feel him in you again. he smirked, satisfied with himself. "you love it, don't ya? filthy slut, so needy for my cock."

⋆⭒˚.⋆

liam spanked you one more time, watching your skin bloom red again, a filthy grin plastered across his face.

he turned you onto your back, his mouth crashing against yours, rough and claiming. he kissed your jaw and neck, his teeth grazing your skin. his hands palmed your tits, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. you let out a soft moan, and he slid his hands down to your thighs, squeezing them.

he spread your legs wider, hooking them over his hips. your heels dug into his back, your nails digging into your palms. he slicked himself with his spit before easing his cock back into you, groaning as he pushed in.

"fuck, you feel unreal, love—just fuckin' milkin' me—"

he braced your hips, slamming hard and deep into you in one quick thrust. you gasped, the sudden stretch making your whole body tense. he picked his rhythm back up again, rocking into you fast and rough.

you moaned, gasping between words. "mhm—god, liam—" your arms ached above you as liam kept thrusting, each snap of his hips harder and more brutal than the last. he groaned as he rocked his hips forward, your walls fluttering around him.

he eased his cock out just then, slipping his fingers back in. he pushed them in deep, curling just right inside of you. your back arched off the bed, your thighs shaking. moans spilled from your lips as he worked your cunt, rubbing your clit with absolute precision. he rutted against you instinctively, his cock soaked in precum and your slick.

your heels dug into his back harder as you squirmed under his weight. the leather of his belt bit into your wrists the more you writhed, your arms pinned helplessly above you. you whined loud and high, your whole body feeling like a live wire.

he pulled his fingers out, shoving them in your mouth. he grinned filthily again, dragging his cock through your slick, teasing you.

"gag on them, love."

he pushed his fingers further down your throat, making you choke around them. he kept them there as he pushed the tip back into you, slow and cruel, before slamming all the way in all at once.

you moaned around his fingers, tasting yourself on him. he pulled them out of your mouth, bracing your hips again. he thrust mercilessly into you, his pace more brutal than before.

his mouth met your neck again, his lips sucking on the skin there. he groaned when he spoke again, forcing the words out through his teeth, his voice cracking on every word. "tight cunt, all for me, yeah? i fuckin' love seein' you like this—spread out and soaked, beggin' to be filled full of my cum—"

your whole body was electric—pleasure surging through you like a wave as liam rocked into you. he hitched your legs higher and spread you wider, the angle knocking the breath out of your lungs as you finally reached an orgasm. your whole body tensed when you broke, your cunt clenching hard around him.

his pace became uneven and sloppy, his fingers digging hard into your skin. he moaned as he came, spilling hot and deep inside of you. "fuck—you feel so fuckin'—mhm—"

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liam collapsed on top of you, panting and damp with sweat. his breathing was ragged and hot against your skin, his chest heaving. he undid the belt around your wrists after catching his breath, kissing the red marks left behind.

"you alright, love?"

you nodded, dazed and aching a bit. "yeah, i'm okay." you rolled him onto his back, straddling his leg. you nuzzled your face in his chest hair, kissing his collarbones—the taste of salt and sweat on your tongue. you were still throbbing for him, even after being fucked-out, and liam could sense it. he smirked, his fingers digging into your hips, his eyes hungry.

"bet you'd look fuckin' gorgeous ridin' me right now."

you grinned, rocking your hips against his thigh, your hands planted firmly on his chest. you were sensitive and a bit sore, but you didn't care. his grip on you tightened as you ground against him, his cock already getting hard again.

you wrapped your hand around his growing erection, stroking him lazily. he groaned, tipping his head back against the pillows, gripping your hips tighter. you grinned cheekily, spreading precum down the shaft, teasing him. "can't get it up again, liam?"

he shifted, sitting up, his hands sliding down to your thighs. "oi, you're gonna regret sayin' that later."

you giggled, clinging tight to his shoulders as you rutted against him. he picked you up, sliding you onto his lap, his cock pressed right up against your entrance. you guided him into your cunt, still dripping with slick and cum, sliding down onto him slowly. your eyes fluttered shut, your head tipped back as you stretched open around him again.

"mhm—so thick—"

you started rocking your hips, slow at first, trying to get your rhythm just right. he groaned, low and broken, his head thudding against the headboard. "god—fuck, love—"

you picked up your pace, grinding against him faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot. you clawed at his shoulders and neck, trying to anchor yourself, gasping between moans.

"liam—mhm—"

you felt another orgasm quickly building in you as you continued to rock against him, your legs shaking. liam held you steady, groaning with every movement of your hips. his hands slid all over your body, palming your tits. he brushed his thumbs over your nipples, making you choke back a whine.

you started to lose your rhythm, your whole body tired from earlier. you clung to him, your arms looped around his neck as you slowed down. " 's too much—"

liam held your hips firmly, holding you in place. he thrust up, his cock buried deep in you. you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he moaned when your cunt clamped down around him, his pace uneven but still brutal.

"wanna be filled up again, don't you, love? want my cum, yeah?"

you nodded your head, gasping with every thrust. "yes, fuck—yes, i want you—want your cum, liam—"

he fucked up into you harder, his hand gripping you hard enough to leave marks. "knew it, fuckin' knew it—you're my little slut, aren't ya?"

you came, tears pricking your eyes as the pleasure surged through your body, your cunt clenching hard. you buried your face in his neck as he kept snapping his hips up into you, your whole body overstimulated and sore now.

he came quickly afterwards, spilling ropes of cum into you again, thick and hot. he slumped down onto the bed, pulling you with him—his cock still buried in you.

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liam pulled out of you, turning you so you laid on your back. your chest was heaving, your breath ragged.

cum dribbled down your legs, your thighs sticky from his seed and your slick. he sat up and grabbed a cloth from the bathroom, wiping the mess between your legs as carefully as he could.

he pressed kisses from your cheek down to the valley between your tits, warm and gentle. you rolled over, pulling him closer to you, burying your face in his chest. he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"i love you, i really do. happy anniversary, love."

you sighed, smiling, sleep finally pulling you under.

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you woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone's ringtone. you rolled over in bed, trying to ignore it and fall back asleep. your leg brushed the spot where liam was last night—you noticed that it was empty now.

your phone kept ringing loudly, buzzing until you finally picked it up. it was your dad. you answered the phone after hesitating for a second. "hello?"

there was silence on the other end for a moment.

"i wish you told me sooner."

you tensed, ready to argue with him. "dad, i—"

he interrupted you, continuing as if he didn't hear you speak at all. "i remember being in love at your age. it's easy to fall in love, isn't it?"

you sighed. "yeah, i guess. you're mad, aren't you?"

"i'm not mad. well, maybe i am. but he makes you happy—at least i hope he does. and, i dunno, i just want you to be happy."

there was another pause before he spoke again. "i've known about you two for a while."

"what? how?"

"you're not that good at keeping secrets. plus, i just felt like something was up. and i was right—dad instinct, i guess."

you laughed, hearing your dad laugh too on the other end.

"just make sure he treats you well."

liam walked into the bedroom just then, leaning against the doorframe. his hair was mussed after waking up, and he still smelled faintly like sex. he smiled at you, and you smiled back.

"yeah, i will."