this is so sick. i’m meant to be liam gallagher’s cutesy divalicious twenty-something girlfriend. i’m meant to be shotgunning my marlboro fusion purple in his mouth instead of stress smoking it while studying. this is so sick. so so so sick. who do i have to call to fix this.
pairing: innocent!liam gallagher x innocent!reader
cw: virginity loss, first-time sex, oral sex, protected penetration, awkward sexual exploration, brief discomfort, orgasm, bodily fluids, and mild crude language.
wc: ~3k
author's note: Just two inexperienced idiots trying to figure each other out. Awkward, curious and very much learning as they go.
You and Liam had been together for a few months, long enough to know exactly how to leave each other desperate and not nearly long enough to know what to do once things went any further. You were both virgins, though neither of you liked saying the word out loud.
So far, you had only managed bruising kisses, wandering hands and clumsy grinding through too many layers of clothing. Every time, you ended up balanced right at the edge of doing something more, flushed and breathless, only to stop because neither of you knew what came next or how to handle wanting it so badly.
That night Liam was already on top of you when his elbow slipped. He caught himself before crushing you, swore under his breath and immediately returned to kissing you as though nothing had happened.
You smiled against his mouth.
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were going to.”
His hand landed somewhere near your waist, then moved upward beneath your shirt with very little subtlety. His palm caught against the fabric, dragging it with him until your top was bunched beneath your arms.
Liam pulled back, breathing hard. “Take this off.”
“You take yours off.”
“Fine.”
You both sat up at once and bumped foreheads. “Fuck’s sake,” Liam muttered, rubbing the spot.
“You did that.”
“You moved.”
“So did you.”
He dragged his shirt over his head, nearly getting stuck inside it, while you removed yours. By the time Liam could see again, you were lying back in your bra. He stopped.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothin’.”
“You’re staring.”
“Course I am.”
His confidence lasted until he tried to undo your bra. Liam pulled at the clasp once, then again.
“I think you squeeze it,” you whispered.
“I know.”
“You’re pulling it apart.”
“I’m figuring it out.” You reached behind yourself and opened it for him. Liam frowned. “I nearly had it.”
“You didn’t.”
He threw the bra aside and looked down at you. The argument disappeared from his face. His hand moved over your breast, almost too firmly.
“Careful.”
“Sorry.”
He softened his touch immediately. “Like this?”
“I think so.”
“You think?”
“I’ve never had anyone else do it.”
“Right.”
That seemed to please him.
Liam bent to kiss you again, his mouth clumsy and eager. You moved beneath him, trying to pull him closer, and his hips pressed roughly between your legs. Both of you froze. Then he did it again.
“Oh,” you breathed.
“Yeah.”
Liam sounded absurdly proud for someone who was still wearing his jeans. His hand travelled down your stomach and stopped at the waistband of your skirt.
“I think I’m meant to touch you here.”
“You already are.”
“No, I mean…” His face reddened. “Properly.”
You lifted your hips so he could pull the skirt down. It caught around your thighs, and Liam tugged harder until you nearly slid off the mattress.
“Slow down!”
“It’s stuck.”
“You’re pulling my underwear too.”
“That’s the point, innit?”
You kicked both pieces of clothing away and lay back, suddenly aware of how naked you were under him. Liam stared between your legs.
“Don’t look like that.”
“Like what?”
“Terrified.”
“I’m not terrified.”
He placed his hand over your cunt. His fingers moved experimentally, nowhere near where you needed them.
“I think it’s more…” You guided his hand lower. “There.”
Liam rubbed cautiously. “Like that?”
“A little softer.”
He changed the pressure. Your breath caught. His eyes widened. “Was that good?”
“Yes.”
“Right. Knew it.”
“You absolutely didn’t.” He kissed you to silence you, continuing the movement with more confidence now.
Your own hand went to the front of his jeans. Liam stopped kissing you.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve gone stiff.”
“I was already stiff.”
You covered your face, mortified. Liam began laughing into your neck. “You know what I meant.”
“Couldn’t resist.”
You pushed at his shoulder, but he caught your hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. Your embarrassment vanished beneath curiosity.
“I should do this, shouldn’t I?”
“Probably.”
Neither of you sounded certain. You undid his belt and zipper, then slipped your hand into his underwear. Liam jerked so suddenly that his forehead struck your shoulder.
“Jesus.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
You wrapped your fingers around him carefully. “Like this?”
Liam’s face had turned completely red. “Yeah.” but then his face tightened.
“What?” you asked, immediately stopping.
“Nothin’. It just feels a bit… weird.”
“Weird bad?”
“No. Just dry, I think.”
You stared at him. “What am I supposed to do about that?”
Liam frowned in concentration, then held out his hand. “Give us your hand.”
“Why?”
“Just give it.”
You placed your hand in his. Liam brought it to his mouth and slowly sucked your fingers and the palm of your hand, wetting them with his tongue before releasing you.
You stared at him. “That’s disgusting.”
“Try it now.”
Still looking horrified, you wrapped your damp hand around him again and stroked upward.
Liam’s head fell against your neck. “Oh, yeah.” His hand tightened around your wrist, encouraging the movement. “Yeah, that’s much better.”
“You could’ve warned me before putting my hand in your mouth.”
“Had to lubricate it, didn’t I?”
“You’re gross.”
But you did it again, and Liam’s eyes closed. “Keep going,” he murmured. “You can complain after.”
The fact that you could make Liam, usually so loud and smug, lose every intelligent thought made you bolder. You stroked him again while his fingers continued between your legs, each of you watching the other for signs that you were doing something right.
“Do you want to use your tongue?” you asked.
Liam stopped moving. “What?”
You glanced down between your legs. “There.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Oh. I dunno. What do I even do?”
“I don’t know either.”
“Helpful.”
You hesitated, then looked down at him. “Can I use my tongue on you?”
Liam stared at you as though you had suggested something completely insane. “What?”
“I’ve seen people do it.”
“In films!”
“Well, yes.”
“That doesn’t mean…” His voice trailed off when you shifted lower on the bed.
“I could try.”
“You’re serious?”
You nodded, although you were already beginning to regret suggesting it.
Liam helped push his jeans and underwear down, suddenly far quieter than he had been a moment before. You settled awkwardly between his legs, looking at him and then at the part of him you were apparently supposed to put in your mouth.
“This is weird,” you whispered.
“Don’t have to.”
“I know.”
You leaned down anyway. There was no technique to it. You licked him cautiously, pulled back, then tried again from a slightly different angle. Liam’s entire body went rigid.
“Is that bad?”
“No.” His hand landed on the top of your head, fingers trembling as they moved gently through your hair. “No, that’s… fuck. That’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Encouraged, you tried again, taking more of him before immediately pulling away when you nearly gagged.
Liam sat up slightly. “You alright?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t have to fit all of it.”
“I gathered that.”
He laughed breathlessly, still stroking your hair while you experimented with your mouth and hand until his hips began moving without permission. You pulled away before either of you could lose control completely. Liam stared at you, dazed.
“So,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “That’s how you do it. Understand?”
He blinked. “Not really.”
“You weren’t paying attention?”
“I was a bit distracted.”
You climbed back up beside him. “You’re supposed to check that I’m wet before we try anything. Otherwise it won’t go in.”
Liam’s expression changed from confused to deeply interested. “Right.”
“So you should probably…”
“Let me see what I can do.”
You lay back, suddenly shy again as Liam moved between your legs. He hesitated before lowering himself, glancing up at you as if waiting for permission. You nodded.
His first attempt was little more than a clumsy kiss against the inside of your thigh.
“Not there,” you whispered.
“I know. I’m getting there.”
“You don’t have to work your way up.”
“Stop bossing me about.” But his face was red when he finally leaned closer.
Liam tried with the same complete lack of skill you had shown him, touching his tongue to you cautiously and then pulling back.
“Like that?”
“A little higher.” He adjusted. “No, lower.”
“For fuck’s sake, make up your mind.” You laughed, then gasped when he tried again and found the right place by accident. Liam looked up immediately. “There?”
“Yes.”
His expression brightened with triumph. He returned to it before you could tease him further. He was still imprecise, sometimes too rough and sometimes barely touching you at all, but he listened whenever you guided him. His hands held your thighs apart while his tongue explored, learning from every sound and movement you gave him.
The embarrassment slowly melted into warmth. By the time you tugged gently at his hair, Liam was breathing nearly as hard as you were.
“I think I’m ready,” you whispered.
He lifted his head, mouth wet and hair falling into his eyes. “You sure?” You nodded. Liam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and reached for his jeans. “Right, then.” His fingers shook as he searched the pockets. “Now we just have to figure out the bloody condom.”
Liam found the condom crushed inside his wallet. You stared at it. “How long have you had that?”
“Not long.”
“Liam.”
“A few weeks.”
“You’ve been carrying it around?”
“Had to be prepared, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t even know what to do with your tongue.”
“That’s unrelated.” He tore the packet open with his teeth.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to do that.”
“It opened.”
Liam took the condom out and frowned at it. You waited. He turned it over. “I think it goes the other way,” you said.
“I know.”
“You were putting it on backwards.”
“I was checking.”
“Checking what?”
“That you knew.”
You laughed and reached for him. “Give it here.”
Between the two of you, you managed to roll it down, your fingers bumping awkwardly against his. Liam watched with such intense concentration that you almost laughed again.
“There,” you whispered.
“Easy.”
“It took both of us.”
“Still easy.”
He moved back between your legs, and the humour faded. Liam positioned himself, missed completely and pressed against your thigh.
“Wrong place,” you murmured.
“I know that.”
“You clearly don’t.”
“Stop talkin’ and help me.”
You reached between your bodies, grabbed his cock and tease all your slit until you found your wiping hole and guided him.
Liam’s breath caught. “Ready?”
“I think so.”
“That doesn’t sound very sure.”
“I’m sure.”
He pushed forward too quickly. Pain tightened through you, sharp enough that you immediately grabbed his arm. “Wait.”
Liam froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little.”
He started to pull away. “No, don’t. Just stay there.”
His face had lost all its arrogance. “We can stop.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Just go slower.”
Liam nodded, lowering his forehead against yours. “Alright.”
He moved forward again, carefully this time, stopping whenever your body tightened around him. It still hurt, but less sharply. Beneath the discomfort was the strange, overwhelming feeling of having him closer than he had ever been before.
Liam’s breathing turned uneven. “You alright?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
He pushed the rest of the way in and went completely still. “Fuck,” Liam whispered. His eyes dropped between your bodies, his expression almost bewildered. “You’re so wet.”
“Liam!”
“What?” His face burned, but he still looked stunned. “I didn’t know it’d feel like this. You’re all warm and… fuck.”
You covered your face with one hand. “Stop describing it.”
“I can’t help it. I’m inside you.”
“Yes, I noticed.”
Liam let out a breathless laugh and lowered his forehead against yours, still refusing to move as though the slightest motion might overwhelm him completely. A ridiculous, stunned smile appeared on his face.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t look so proud.”
“I’ve just done something incredible.”
“You haven’t moved yet.”
His smile faltered. “Right. Forgot about that.”
He pulled back clumsily, then pushed forward again with more force than necessary. You winced. “Slower.”
“Sorry.”
Liam tried again, gentler this time. The rhythm was awkward. His knees kept slipping against the sheets, and neither of you knew what to do with your arms. Once, his nose bumped yours hard enough to make you laugh.
“Stop laughing,” he muttered.
“I can’t help it.”
“I’m trying to concentrate.”
“You look very serious.”
“Important work, this.”
He kissed you, still moving carefully between your legs. Gradually, the discomfort eased. Your body softened beneath him, and when you lifted your hips to meet his next thrust, Liam made a startled sound against your mouth.
“That good?”
“Yes.”
“For you or me?”
“Both, I think.”
“Brilliant.”
He moved again, trying to repeat the angle. There was no grace to it, no perfect rhythm. Only warm skin, breathless kisses and Liam asking if you were all right every few movements while pretending he was not worried.
But when you pulled him closer and whispered his name, his entire face changed. For once, he did not make a joke. He only kissed you and held on tighter.
Liam’s movements became less careful. Not painful, but quicker and rougher, as though his body had decided on a rhythm without consulting him. His fingers tightened against your hip, pulling you into every thrust.
“Liam,” you breathed.
He made a sound against your neck but did not answer. Something was building inside you too. A pressure you recognised only vaguely from touching yourself, except this felt larger, scattered through your entire body rather than contained beneath your hand. Your legs tightened around him.
“Wait,” Liam said suddenly. He lifted his head, his face tense and almost frightened.
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
His hips kept moving despite the words. “I feel…” He stopped talking and shut his eyes.
You touched his cheek. “Does it feel good?”
“Too good.”
Liam turned his face into your palm, almost hiding there. His jaw was clenched, his breathing coming in short, uneven bursts.
“I think I’m gonna…”
He could not finish. His next thrust was hard enough to push you farther up the mattress. The friction caught exactly where you needed it, sending a sharp pulse through your stomach.
“Oh.”
Liam opened his eyes. “What?”
“Don’t stop.”
That seemed to be all the permission his body needed. He moved faster, losing whatever rhythm he had managed to find. The bed creaked beneath you, his knee slipped against the sheet and his mouth landed somewhere near your jaw instead of your lips.
None of it mattered. The pressure inside you tightened until your whole body felt suspended around it. “Liam, I think I’m…”
“Yeah,” he gasped. “Me too.”
He buried his face against your shoulder. His hips jerked forward once, then again, almost desperately. His entire body went rigid above yours, and he made a broken sound into your skin as he came.
The feeling of him losing control pushed you over with him. Your back lifted from the mattress. Your legs tightened around his waist, and warmth rushed through you so suddenly that you forgot how to breathe.
For several seconds, neither of you knew what to do. Liam remained frozen above you, trembling slightly, while your body kept pulsing around him.
“Liam.”
“I know.”
“You know what?”
“I don’t know.”
You laughed breathlessly, though you were still trying to understand what had just happened. Liam finally lifted his head. His cheeks were bright red, and he refused to look directly at you.
“Was that…”
“Yes.”
“Did you?”
“I think so.”
He glanced at you then. “You think?”
“My legs are shaking.”
Liam looked down between your bodies as though he might find an explanation there. “Mine too.”
He lowered himself carefully, resting his forehead against yours. For once, there was no smug comment waiting behind his smile. He only looked dazed, embarrassed and impossibly young.
“That was mental,” he whispered.
You ran your fingers through his damp hair. “Good mental?”
Liam nodded, then hid his face against your neck again. “The best.”
He stayed on top of you until his arms began to shake. “You’re heavy,” you whispered.
“Give us a minute.”
“You’re crushing me.”
“I’ve just had a life-changing experience.”
“So have I, and I still need to breathe.”
Liam held the base carefully and pulled out of you, both of you wincing at the strange sensation. He rolled onto his side with a groan, then immediately looked down between his legs. “Wait. What do I do with this?”
“You take it off.”
“I know that.”
He removed the condom with intense concentration, pinching the end as if it might explode. Then he stared at it. “Jesus Christ.”
You lifted your head. “What?”
“There’s loads.”
“Liam!”
“What? There is.”
“You don’t have to announce it.”
He looked absurdly pleased with himself. “Didn’t know I had all that in me.”
“That might be the least romantic thing anyone’s ever said.”
Liam tied a clumsy knot in the condom, climbed out of bed and dropped it into the bin. It missed. You watched it land on the floor. “Very graceful.”
“Shut up.”
He picked it up, threw it away properly and returned with a damp flannel from the bathroom. “What’s that for?”
“You.”
He sat beside you and tried to clean between your legs with all the delicacy of someone scrubbing mud from a shoe. “Ow. Liam, softer.”
“Sorry.” His touch gentled immediately. “Are you hurt?”
“A little sore.”
His expression tightened. “I told you we could’ve stopped.”
“I didn’t want to stop.”
“Still.”
You took the flannel from him and finished cleaning yourself while Liam hovered beside you, watching anxiously.
“I’m all right,” you said.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He pulled the blanket over you both and lay down, stiff at first, clearly uncertain what was supposed to happen now. Then you moved closer. Liam wrapped an arm around you and tucked your head beneath his chin.
For a while, neither of you spoke. “Was it good?” he finally asked.
“You already asked.”
“Answer again.”
“Yes. Was it good for you?”
Liam snorted. “Did you not see the condom?” You slapped his chest. He laughed, caught your hand and kissed your fingers. Then his voice softened. “It was better than good.” You rested your cheek against him, listening to his heart gradually slow beneath your ear. Liam pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We can do better next time.”
“Next time.”
“Yeah.” His arm tightened around you. “Got loads to practise, haven’t we?”
white mustang memes i made hahaha, have to make more but these are so specific and were in my mind rn, one who gets it gets it and @celestialgallaghers is a legend xx
Yknow how Liam and Patsy used to watch porn together, do we think dilf Liam is showing his younger girlfriend his old arse dvds or is she helping him figure out incognito mode on his phone?
i just had to grip my counter the internet really is a beautiful place how lucky am i to... now listen anon i think both!! BUTTT i think reader introduces him to the world of filming sex tapes heheheh ... i dont think he wouldve made one in the 90s cos it was way too easy to clone dvds but i imagine ok walk woth me ... imagine dilf liam eating you out and he just looks SO GOOD between ur thighs that u HAVVEE to record him.... and he looks up and he looks so prettyyyehehheh chin glistening like a small diamond and hes smiling and pushing his hair back, "the fuck are y'doin'" and ofc he has a toonnnn of questions "is nobody gonna see? what are u gonna do with it" so after u have to wait so patiently while u teach him how to save it to a folder on his phone and dare i go even more perverse and say when youve made the folder he goes through his camera roll and reveals all the pervy upskirt photos or photos of ur cleavage from above and asks u to move them all and hes just like 👀 "i can take pics of my girl" and u hit him and say he cant just have them rolling around his camera roll siiiighhhhhhhhhuhhghhjjjjjjjjnvjnlfd... ok sorry i got off topic i think for porn vids hed be more into the 90s stuff? me saying this like ive ever interacted with him and know him like cmon kat wtf ........... cos i think a lot of the porn nowadays is like lowkey pedophilic but u didnt hear that from me ........ wait i just got hit with a zap of inspiration imagine he puts a vid on ur big ass tv screen and sits u between his thighs and fingers u to the beat of the guy fucking the girl on screen someone confiscate my devices
