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it was obvious liam had been avoiding you.

ever since that night, he had no longer passed through your running trail like he usually did, wasn't spending any long nights with your father, no shared looks through your window. nothing. nothing but deliberate avoidance — at least in your eyes.

you were mainly nervous if he would ever see you the same way again — it was clear this was the first step of avoidance. anxiety swelled in your chest, making your fingers twitch as you tugged at your bottom lip. any sick desires you previously had were gone, and maybe afterall, it was just your washing machine stealing all the underwear.

you knew this should somehow give you the peace of mind you needed; that it was all some perverted thought of your own that you had played into. it should be easy to forget, to just play it off as some “weird banter” between the two of you.

you knew that.

and yet, you sat on the edge of your bed, guilt and regret swirling through your stomach as you stared out the window, wondering if you had pushed it too far. the last thing you wanted was to drive liam away from you, especially if he thought you were some weird younger girl fawning over him.

you never wanted him to be uncomfortable.

and suddenly, your phone buzzes.

unknown number:

hey kid

who is this?

liam.

your heart stammers, pulse both quickening and thrumming under the surface of your skin. your head is already spinning, shocked at how bold he was getting.

how’d u get my number?

ur dad you need me to get backstage don’t u?

oh, right, sorry. thought i did smth to scare you off

what? were u thinkin i was just ignoring ya?

sort of

was busy being a manager kid, remember? read at 7:52pm.

oh.

you suddenly feel a little dumb thinking he was worried about you. why would he be? he's older — he has other responsibilities. you bite your lip, thumbs hovering the keyboard as you think of what else to say. everything is just too confusing right now and you don't even know what to think.

you there? or did i scare u off

u couldnt scare me off mr gallagher

mr gallagher, huh? still rolling w that lil facade like you weren't gagging for it when i came over last we both know you like it, kid.

there's a beat. a sliver of hesitance.

what?

dont act all clueless you thought u had me all found out didnt ya

oh idk if we should be speaking like this liam

ohh now it's liam, huh? you like it tho dont you? teasing...acting like ur all innocent

this is inappropirate.

uh uh just answer me do you like it?

you know you should shut off your phone, or hell even throw it away from you. you should something other than respond to him. and yet, your thumbs swipe over the keyboard slowly. hesitant.

i do.

there's a beat.

a lot.

there's another beat, stretching onto a few more seconds until another 'whoosh' comes through your phone.

bet you're drippin rn arent u?

your breath hitches, eyes widening. whatever doubt you had left in your mind has been completely swept away, replaced with burning, hot arousal that nestles between your legs. your heart is thumping against your chest, head whipping over towards your locked door, making sure no one was around.

you bite your lip a little harder, thumbs hesitating over the little green send button as you stare at your typed out message. it's suddenly all too real; with all your previous doubts confirmed, you're wondering if it's all gone too far.

and yet, with caution in the wind, you press 'send'.

come find out. read at 7:58pm

you watch as the little three dots disappear as quickly as they appeared before you, adrenaline and arousal coiled tight within your chest. you adjust yourself up against your headboard, reading back through your thread of messages as you wait for his response.

suddenly, his name flashes against your screen, your phone buzzing in your hand. you swallow harshly, knowing this whole situation was now pushing past whatever boundaries you should have. you both know it's wrong.

and yet, against your better judgement, you answer.

“hello?”

“hey, kid,” liam’s gravelly voice drawls through the speaker, the wet sound of his tongue sliding over his top lip making you shiver. you let out a shaky breath, your thighs instinctively squeezing together. “don’t be all shy, c’mon now. said you like it, didn’t ‘cha?”

“liam…” you breathe out, trying to be a voice of reason despite the burning heart between your legs. “i don’t know if…we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“mhm,” liam simply hums in response, and you swear you can hear something wet in the background following his words. “so…why’d you pick up then, love?”

your jaw opens to respond, yet, your brain falls quiet, almost dumbfounded. why did you pick up? you knew it was wrong.

“i’ll tell you why,” liam continues, his deep voice only making your clit throb impatiently. “because you want it as bad as i do, don’t you?”

you freeze, a quiet, hesitant breath escaping your lips.

“liam, please,” you plead pathetically, trying to ignore the overwhelming neediness coursing through each and everyone one of your veins. arousal is brewing thick inside of you, making the pulse of your clit all the more impatient and desperate. “you know we can’t—“

“are you touching yourself, sweetie?” liam ignores your pleas, suddenly sounding breathless, and there's a ruffle of sheets in the background, accompanied by a small sound that recklessly escapes his lips.

“no…i,” you hesitate, wanting to curl into yourself as the heat of embarrassment swells through your stomach. “i’ve never…”

“fuck,” liam groans, and he can’t help but grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming so damn early. he’s almost trembling from restraint, trying to stop himself from walking over to your house and jumping your bones right then and there. “that’s ok, baby, i can teach you. wouldja like that?”

“yes,” you breathe out, giving into him. you can fight it anymore, you’re just too restless and hot. “yes i’d like that, please, it kinda hurts.”

“oh, look at you,” liam coos condescendingly, the tone making your entire body shiver. “knew you were just gaggin' for it.”

you whine and it's nothing but sinful and disgusting.

“go on then, love,” his voice is heavy, whatever ounce of restraint he had left inside of him on the verge of shattering. “take your cute little pants off, be a good girl f’me.”

you immediately obey, chest heaving as the impatient, needy dull ache pulsing through your cunt only grows more persistent with each waking minute. you slide them off your legs, leaving one side looped around your ankle, your breath all trembly as you look down at yourself, ignoring the guilt trying to crawl through your body.

“...done.”

“atta girl,” liam unashamedly licks his lips, his head falling back as his free hand begins to slowly stroke his dick once more. “what panties you got on?”

“um, the ones you like,” you admit bashfully, ignoring the way you only feel more perverted and shameful. “the white ones with the bow on the front.”

“fuck…” liam groans, hips rolling forward into his slick hand. “alright, touch yourself f’me, baby. tell me how wet you are.”

you should stop — you should do anything but let your hand slip underneath your waistband. and yet you do so anyway, slow, hesitant. the soft tips of your fingers slide through your cunt to gather your slick, feeling so overwhelmed and restless.

it's already too much and you're already wanting more.

“go down further,” liam guides you, each word sweet with sick desire. “i want you to just dip your finger inside yourself, ok? can you do that f’me, baby?”

despite never doing something like this before, you're immediately following every command without a second thought. you slide your fingers down further until your cunt gives way, the tip of your finger dipping inside your tight hole. you shiver, hips rolling as your neglected clit throbs.

“you ever touch yourself like this before, babe?”

“n-no,” you admit, gasping out your confession after a sharp breath. “not like this.”

“fuck, baby,” he groans in response, almost feverish with desire. “want nothin’ more than to come over there and teach you myself.”

you let out a low hum that sounds more like a moan in response.

“alright, move back up your clit f’me,” he says, and you’re eagerly following his orders, desperate to please. “rub small little circles over it, ‘kay? imagine it’s me playin’ with your lil’ cunt, yeah?”

your breath hitches sharply, head falling back against the headboard as your wet fingers swipe over your clit, finally allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure you so desperately wanted. your other hand grips the phone for dear life, your fingers moving faster over your clit.

it's different this time; it's not that warm feeling that merely satiates you. no, it's almost debilitating — enough to almost render your mind blank. white hot pleasure thrums under your skin, boiling in your lower abdomen as quiet, whiney little breaths escape your lips.

“are you touching yourself?” you brave yourself to speak after a little, although not without the obvious tremble in your voice.

“of course, baby,” liam grits out, jaw clenched. “been doin’ it every night since the first time i fuckin’ saw ‘ya.”

“l-liam,” you gasp out, the dirty admission making your entire body shiver. electricity thrums under your skin, pulse quickening as a desperate heat burns through your lower abdomen. “‘s too much, fuck.”

“i know, baby,” liam’s voice is gentle, caring, enough to make you want even more. “just keep goin’ f’me, ok? it’ll feel good, promise.”

you whine and liam almost sees fucking stars. you sound so cute — too overwhelmed with all the new sensations rolling through your body. he can only imagine you look right now, writhing and shaking in your cute, little bed, fingers sloppily rubbing over your cunt, not quite sure what your body likes yet.

liams just waiting until he can do it himself — old enough to know what your body needs. and old enough to do it well.

“keep your mouth near the speaker, baby, i wanna hear everything,” liam speaks up once noticing you’ve gone quieter. he hears a few ruffles before you’re quietly whimpering baxk into the receiver. “atta girl.”

you’re both silent for a moment, too breathless and consumed by your own desperate need to snap back into reality. you can feel yourself getting wetter with each sloppy swipe of your fingers, only making you feel all the more pathetic.

“am i the first guy to talk to you like this?”

“yes,” you respond simply, swallowing harshly to try and rid the dryness in your throat. “just you—only you.”

“mhm, i thought so,” he muses, his hips beginning to buck up into his hand. “not gonna get ‘cha to finger yourself today, baby, want that pleasure all to myself.”

“l-liam—“

“you’d like that wouldn’t you, dirty girl?” liam doesn’t let up, seizing the opportunity to feed into his sick desires. “just gaggin’ for a man more than twice your age to stretch your tight lil’ cunt out, is that right is it?”

“yes liam,” you moan out, that dull heat beginning to climb higher and higher. “just want you—only you.”

“i know, baby, i know,” he repeats, almost spitting the words out like it was hard for him to admit. “so much i wanna fuckin’ do t’ya in person, babe.”

“yeah?” you breathe out, gasping for a breath as electricity jolts through your spine. “tell me.”

“treat you so fuckin’ good,” liam groans out, his hand moving faster over his slick cock. “can’t wait to get my mouth on your lil’ cunt, been wantin’ to taste it since i fuckin’ smelt it.”

and finally, the truth comes spilling out just like you wanted, and it’s only ramping you up higher.

“wanna feel your legs wrap around my head while you’re trying to push me off,” liam admits, each fantasy bringing him closer to the edge. “i’d teach you everything, baby, have you begging f’me, i know it.”

your breaths are harsh and scattered, pitiful little whines and moans of his name being the only thing you can respond with. liam doesn’t mind at all — no, he loves having you crumbling just from his voice. only makes him want you more.

“you’d take my cock so well, wouldn’t you, babe?” he asks with a shit eating grin in his tone. “i know you could take it, you’re my good girl after all, arent ‘cha?”

“l-liam,” you pant out urgently, chest heaving as the heat builds and builds. “i think i’m cumming—oh my god.”

a white hot pleasure rolls through your entire body, your eyes falling shir and threatening to fall into the back of your skull as your entire body arches. you don’t even remember what you babble out as your orgasm washes over you, but it has liam unravelling just as quickly as you.

“shit, baby.” liam groans out, his grunts and moans more reserved so he can listen to your sweet little sounds as you cum all over your own fingers, wishing they were his own.

your entire body is trembling from the come down, a quiet wave of fatigue nestling deep within your bones as liam’s pants float through the speaker. a small smile cracks through your lips, and you quietly giggle to yourself.

“what? that bad was it?” liam jokes breathlessly, a smile stretching over his own lips.

“no, no, of course not,” you giggle, wiping your hand on your bedshirt before rubbing your forehead. “just can’t believe we just did that.”

“mhm,” liam hums in response, looking down at the mess all over his lower stomach. “got a bit of mess to clean up, me.”

“shame i’m not there to help.”

“easyyy,” liam drawls with a small snicker. “careful, might think you like me or something.”

“dunno what would give you that impression.” you joke back, everything feeling a little lighter between the two of you.

“yeah, it’s a real mystery,” liam responds as he sits up on his bed, careful to not spread his own mess on his bedsheets. “i suggest you better get yourself ready for bed missy, and i’ll send you that address, okay?”

“yes, mr. gallagher.”

“goodnight, kid.”

“night, liam.”

liam.

here’s the address for the venue [attachment] see you friday night love x read at 8:42pm.

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