The reader being a porn star in the 90s and Liam recognizing them and him telling them he’s their biggest fan AND THEN he tells them his favorite one of their films and the reader decides to recreate them with him AUHHHHHH 👅👅😝😝💦💦😝💦💦💦😛😛😛😫😫😫😫
that gif was literally me reading this. you are too powerful, you need to be stopped!!
obviously you guys have to meet at a party, theres no other scenario. liam is standing at the edge of the party, fighting with himself as he wonders if it’s actually you. he kicks himself, telkom himself that theres no possible way that’s actually you. he’s just imaging things. right? he’s itching to get closer to you, to see if you’re really the y/n. the one he finds himself jerking off too most nights, the one that’s been plastered in playboy magazines and more. surely, you’re not that y/n, right?
after a bit of dancing around (and a few more drinks for confidence), liam walks up to you, striking up a conversation. he almost tries to gloss over the fact that you’re a pornstar — tries to act like you’re the one that makes him all desperate and needy in the late hours of the night. but, he just can’t help yourself.
“you’re…you’re y/n, right? like the y/n?” liam stumbles over his words, eyes shifting around nervously as you giggle. your cheeks are a little warm at the fact that such a handsome man knows who you are.
“what’s it to you, big boy?” your reply is nothing short of coy, holding a weight to it as liam’s breath stutters for a second. he brushes it off, shooting you a half-sleazy smile before taking another sip of the drink in his hand.
“nothin’, just wanted to tell you what a fan i am of your…work.” liam trails off after shooting you a quick wink, his cock stirring in his pants at the way your gaze shifts into something hungrier. you giggle, brushing the hair out of your face before taking another sip sip of your own drink. “nah, swear down, best i’ve ever seen. and i don’t tell just anyone that, d’ya know what i mean?”
“right,” you smile, charmed by him. your voice drops an octave as you lean closer to him, whispering against the shell of his ear. “what’s your favourite?”
liam hesitates for a second before grinning at you, cocky and mischievous despite the shade of pink flushing against his cheeks. your voice suppose you could blame it on the alcohol, though you both know it’d be a lie. he hardly ponders for a second before the title of his favourite film falls from his mouth. smooth.
“oh, really?” your raise your eyebrows, unable to stop yourself from smiling. liam nods enthusiastically, the alcohol clearly severing the filter from his brain.
“oh fuck yea, it’s amazing. you look so bloody hot when you’re takin’ it from behind. that one is easily my favourite, i mean, just amazin’, innit?” liam rambles, nodding his head enthusiastically as your eyebrows raise higher. his words sent a small thrum of heat through your abdomen, your panties beginning to grow damper by the second. you cut him off by pulling him closer until your lips are brushing against his ear, you teasingly nip at his love before whispering.
“wanna come back to mine and try it out yourself?”
and you swear you’ve never seen a man move faster.
