Give me all your lovin' ⭒˚.⋆
90s! Liam Gallagher x gn! reader
( 18+ smut, minors & ageless blogs dni )
☆ pairing — 90s! Liam Gallagher x reader
☆ summary — who knew that the loud mouthed Liam Gallagher actually whimpers when you jerk him off?
☆ content — sub! liam, handjob, cum-eating, needy! liam, praise, begging , usage of (y/n)
(a/n: i have not written smut in 3 years— hell, i haven't written fics in 3 years so please excuse my terrible punctuation, i'm incredibly rusty AND horny. terrible combination, would not wish upon my greatest enemy.. God help us all, I want to do things to Liam that will get me excommunicated and banned by the Vatican)
your flat in London was somehow perpetually cold, smelling of cigarette ash, expensive lager and the faint, lingering scent of your cloying perfume
it's a clean and organized sanctuary, which is a far cry from the man currently sprawled across your now unmade bed. Liam Gallagher, the big-mouthed rock 'n' roll star, the man who spent his afternoons hooting and hollering into microphones and picking fights with the press, looked remarkably different in the comfort of your pale sheets
he was currently stripped down to his briefs, his bulge straining painfully against the soft cotton, pale skin glowing under the dim light of a singular bedside lamp while his chest heaves heavily in anticipation
his trademark bravado was beginning to fray at the edges, replaced by a restless, twitchy energy that only you knew how to settle
“c’mon love,” he groaned, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the quiet room. He shifted his weight, his eyes—usually sharp and defiant—now blown out and clouded.
"d-don't just sit there lookin’ at me like I’m a museum piece, do summat..”
you took your time, crawling up the mattress with a deliberate slowness that made him bite the inside of his cheek harder. Oh, how you loved this version of him.. the one that didn't have to be "Liam Gallagher" here, in the comfort of your bedroom, he was no longer the king of britpop— he was just a man who was so desperately hungry for your touch
"you're awfully bossy for someone in your position, Liam," you tut, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead
he leaned into your hand, a low sound rumbles in his throat. something akin to a growl but just.. softer and more vulnerable
"i’m dyin' here," he says, his hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white
"just get on with it, touch me (y/n).."
you didn't need to be told twice. sliding his underwear down, his cock stands hard and tall, exposed to the cool air. he watches in anticipation and bated breathe as your fingers first made contact, wrapping firmly around his length, Liam’s head hit the pillow with a dull thud and a whiney groan
the transformation was instantaneous. Liam's breathe hitches when you began a slow, rhythmic stroke
as the schlick schlick clicking sound of skin hitting skin fill the room, a high, thin sound escaped him. It was a whimper— unmistakably sweet and utterly defeated.
"Did you just make that noise for me?" you teased, palm coming up to rub his tip ever so slowly
Liam squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving. "s-shut it" he managed to choke out, though there was no bite in it
"just keep goin', (y/n) .. faster"
you ignored his request— instead, you slowed your pace until you were barely moving, thumb coming to gently play with the precum pooling at his tip
"hm.. what's the magic word again, lee?" Liam could only pathetically whimper in response
"oh come on, Liam.. i've taught you better than that, haven't I?" you sigh, hand completely stopping all movement. you keep it there, softly wrapped around the base. Liam arches his back, hips stuttering upward in a desperate attempt to regain friction
"p-please" he begged, his voice cracking.
"(y/n).. I'll do anythin'.. just give it to me, touch me.." Liam whines
"Mhm, good boy.. that's much better" you murmured, and the praise seemed to hit him like a physical blow
he let out a jagged sob of a breath as he felt your hand move again. it was fascinating to see him—of all people!— reduced to this, a needy, pleading mess beneath your hands
schlick. schlick. schlick.
you began to work him in earnest, thumb catching the bead of moisture at the tip and smearing it down his shaft. the noises coming from him now were entirely un-Gallagher-like. Noel would be ashamed.
they were soft, rhythmic hitches of breath, little gasps of "fucking christ" and "j-just like that" punctuated by those high-pitched whimpers every time your palm wemt up to play with his sensitive tip. he was a creature of sensation, completely undone just from the feeling of you jerking him off
"you're doing so well for me, Liam.." you murmured, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of his neck.
"so so pretty when you beg" you say directly onto his ear, tongue darting out to softly lick the shell, resulting into him shuddering underneath you
"I'm gonna..." he couldn't even finish the sentence. his hands flew up to grab your wrist— not to pull you away— but to guide you, his fingers digging into your skin with a frantic strength.
"gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, oh fuck, please, please (y/n), fuuuuck, I'm gonna—!"
you didn't let up, you tightened your grip as your movements becomes faster and focused as you felt his hot cock twitch against your palm
Liam’s entire body went rigid, his toes curling into the duvet. he let out one final, drawn out moan that died into a breathless whimper as he finally broke
he cums violently, his body shuddering with the force of it, thick coat after thick coat spilling over your fingers and onto his own stomach
he looks completely wrecked, eyes rolled back and his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.as the high starts to subside, it leaves him limp and covered with sweat, you don't move away. instead, you looked down at your hand, slick and white
Liam was watching you now, his pupils blown wide, looking dazed and entirely spent.
you slowly bring your fingers to your plump lips and his breath hitches again. you make a show of licking his cum from your fingers slowly, holding his gaze the entire time
"mhm.. you taste real good" you said softly and wink at him, a flush that had nothing to do with sex crept up his neck and settled in his cheeks
he reaches out, his hand trembles slightly, and he hooks a shaking finger into the collar of your shirt to pull you closer towards him
"you... you're fuckin' mental, do know that?" he mumbles against your lips, voice was thick with adoration.
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