Liam One Shot! (Dirty)
If you could write me a Liam smut about sex on the kitchen floor and involving nutella, I'd love you forever. My name is Alissa k
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Here you go love. I hope you like it xx
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“Liam stop it I'm trying to make dinner,” I playfully shove his shoulder. He doesn't falter and wraps his arms around my waist.
“C'mon babe... we could sneak in a little time together.” He presses his lips to the nape of my neck.
“Liammm,” I whine and try to wriggle out of his hold, “Your Mom will be here soon and I want to have everything ready for when she gets here. I don't want any distractions.”
“I'm sorry Liss... you've left me no choice...” he mumbles.
“Left me no choice for- drop it. Drop it right now...” I warn him. He is fingers deep in Nutella and stalking towards me, “Liam drop it or I swear I will-” get Nutella smeared across my cheek. “Liam!” I yell at him, “I don't want to-” get smeared with even more? He stands in front of me with a cheeky grin. Both of my cheeks have streaks of the peanut/chocolatey goodness.
“Going to battle? It sure looks like it,” He giggles.
“Ha-ha very funny. You won't be laughing for long.”
“What are you going to smear it on me? You have to get it from me first.” I grab his face and smear mine all over his. He frowns, “Unfair.” He spoons out more Nutella and I dodge it. He wipes it on my neck and just misses my shirt.
“You are not ruining my clothes,” I hiss and take my shirt and jeans off throwing them into the living room.
“Now we're getting somewhere,” he winks and spreads Nutella across my cleavage. I chase him in circles around the kitchen and he wastes more of the delicious spread on my stomach. I slip on the decorative rug and I still miss his ankle. He smothers his hand in Nutella and smacks a print onto my bum. That's it.
I quickly reach up and grab his wrist pulling him down to the floor with me. He somehow managed to take off his clothes and be in only his briefs during the 'war'. I rub my sticky body all over his and his eyes darken. I guess that wasn't a form of punishment?
He flips us over so he's on top and he pins me down. He kisses me, tracing his tongue on my lips before moving to my cheeks and licking the Nutella off of them. I bite my lip as he moves down to my neck and works his lips over my 'battle scars'. He reaches behind my back and unhinges my bra. He pulls the straps over my arms and tosses the bra across the kitchen counter before pinning my hands behind my head with a hand.
Liam brings his mouth to my breasts and flicks his tongue over my nipple. I chew on the inside of my cheek. He sucks the Nutella off my breasts. He trails his tongue down my navel and flips me onto my stomach.
“Ass up,” Liam orders and I comply. He pulls my panties down to my knees and sucks the smacked Nutella off my bum. He smacks a cheek and spreads them before stiffening his tongue and pushing it into my center. I left out a harsh breath as he starts tongue fucking me. I press my thighs tighter together pushing my wetness out of me.
Liam yanks my legs apart and plays with my clit with his tongue. I arch my back and he pushes two fingers into me pumping them quickly and curving them to hit my G-spot. I clench my hands into fists and feel myself building up to a release. He removed his touch from me leaving me in a vulnerable state. He pulled his hard length out of his underwear. He pumped his hand over it a few times before positioning himself over me.
Liam thrusts into me and doesn't give me time to adjust. He grabs my hips and pulls me back into him to meet his hips. Pushing himself deeper and deeper inside me, he gives my bum a playful smack. Moans escape my lips as I build up stronger than before.
“You cumming baby?” he groans and thrusts faster. I moan loudly in response. I grip the floor rug and throw my head back. Profanities slip Liam's lips and I feel him release his warmth into me. It sends me over edge and my orgasms brinks. I moans his name as I go over edge. Liam leans down and does a few more thrusts. He kisses down my spine before pulling out. I fall onto my back and he tucks himself back into his briefs.
“Now you may do whatever it was you were doing before,” he smirks.
“Oh why thank you Liam,” I say sarcastically.
“Good luck,” he chuckles.
“With what?” I asked.
“Cleaning up all that Nutella,” he chuckles and runs away.
“LIAM!”












