A-N-I-M-A-L
cw: pet play; softdom!reader; praise kink; unprotected sex; creampie. // sub90s!noel – somno; oral; dacryphilia; established relationship; orgasm denial. // sub90s!liam – public-ish; cum play; face slapping; slight choking.
wn: okay so i’ve never written pet play before.. i tried to do this as realistically as i could… gulp. hope u like it! thanks to the lovely @missbeatlegrl for helping me out with the liam one <3
while noel never had any desire to conceal that he’s a cunt, he’s never been against the fact that his missus is sunshine in a fucking jar, either.
he was proud of it, really. that weird, smug flutter inside his chest only grew whenever someone would come up to you, thinking it would be easy to swipe you off your feet just because you were kind and sweet – only to watch the lad wipe the smirk right off his face the second noel’s hand found your waist, his piercing blue eyes making the man stammer before fucking right off.
the night of the party, he left the house pissed. he thinks it’s reasonable, any man wouldn’t like his pretty girlfriend walking around inside a venue looking like a playboy bunny.
you had the ears, the corset, the fluffy little tail and the boyfriend with smoke coming out of his ears. while noel was dressed as… well, himself. he couldn’t be arsed to put anything on other than what he’d normally wear on a saturday night.
it took you a while to get back in his good graces, and a few beers. at first, he held your hand despite having a scowl on his face. nearly an hour later, you pampered his cheeks with kisses, not minding him mumbling curses under his breath even though his cheeks were marked with your pink lipstick.
what really broke him was when a friend of his teased: “what are you supposed to be, noel? yourself?”
and before he could tell him to fuck off, you cut right in.
“he’s hugh hefner.” you replied sweetly, arms wrapping around his waist and chest pressing against his side, nearly spilling out of the tight corset. “and in his bunny, aren’t i, baby?” you added, leaning in and pressing a kiss on his jaw.
god, you know him too well. and he’s too fucking easy when it comes to you.
because of that night, it started as an inside joke, almost. and not the way you’d think, either.
because five minutes after that small interaction, he had already tagged down the driver, opening the door for you so you two could go home. urgently in need to sort out the neediness only growing inside his pants.
inside the car, you didn’t waste your time, you never did after a few drinks.
your thigh was over his lap, fingers were deeply tangled in his hair while you let his tongue claim yours. his palms were firm and greedy on your body, groping your tits and your ass without even caring that the driver would listen to your pretty whimpers.
his mouth shifted until it landed on your neck, greedily kissing and sucking the soft skin. you giggled, despite being breathier, needier by the second – you could feel him smirking against your neck at the sound. a silent sign of a truce.
your fingers played with his hair, chest heaving as you tugged it softly, just so you could look at his face. he looked so pretty like this, lips in a deeper shade of pink from kissing and cheeks flushed, while his eyes admired you right back even with his pupils swallowing the blue.
your hand slid down to his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. “my angry little bunny.” you purred, teasing and aroused.
he scoffed lightly, shaking his head. his reaction made you bite down a laugh, hands moving and picking up your bunny ears, placing it on his head, ignoring the silent protest.
his hand even moved to take it off, maybe toss it on the other side of the backsteat and pull you into his lap with a grunt. but you were quicker, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand closer to your mouth, pampering his knuckles with kisses until your lips were wrapped around his fingers.
as your tongue slowly lapped his fingers, your hand moved towards his clothed bulge. his lips fell further agape as you pressed your palm over it, softly mapping out his length as you sucked his fingers – showing him a little preview of he was about to get right in the backsteat of his chocolate-brown rolls royce.
a small trail of spit connected your lips to his fingers as you slowly pulled them out, free hand undoing the belt of his trousers. you smirked wider at his hips bucking in anticipation, at his head falling back into the leathered rest, the fluffy bunny ears bending softly against the seat.
you leaned in, tongue lapping his pulse point at the same time your hand slid inside his underwear, wasting no time in wrapping your palm around him and slowly stroking.
“were you needy, bunny? hm?… that’s why you were mad?” you whispered in his ear, feeling his hips bucking into your hand at the same time his arm wrapped tighter around your shoulder, his free hand gripping the door until his knuckles whitened.
you kissed his cheek, gentle despite the condescending tone that got his tip leaking inside his trousers. “gonna make you feel good… no need to be mad, love…” muffled against his jaw, your fingers curled into the waistband of his trousers, tugging it down at the same time his lips lifted.
in the backseat of his far too expensive car, grumpy noel gallagher wore fuzzy white and pink bunny ears as you sucked him off. not even managing to gain his cockiness back, only breathing out broken little words as his hips sloppily thrusted inside your mouth.
since then, calling noel “bunny” became an inside thing. he wouldn’t call it a joke, exactly. other jokes didn’t make blood rush to his cheeks – or his cock, that would pathetically throb every time the nickname sweetly slipped out of your mouth.
one day, noel had arrived home after the shittiest day of his year so far. liam had been on his ass all day and bonehead only egged him on, making nothing good come out of his frustrated tired brain. an entire day wasted in the studio.
every second that passed, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to go home. all he wanted was to bury himself inside his sweet girl so badly his head ached.
the second he pushed the door of your home open, his eyes began to look for any sign of you. but it was too late for you to be in the living room watching the telly, or in the kitchen preparing something for him.
he sighed, kicking his shoes off and immediately padding towards the bedroom. he found you there, with steady breathing and so cozy inside the blankets he could die at the sight.
his brows were softly furrowed as he got rid of his shirt, eyes dragging over the outline of your body underneath the duvet. then, his hands got rid of his trousers, feeling his neediness only grow at the sight he’s been dreaming about all day.
he laid down, slipping underneath the blanket and fitting beside you like a puzzle. he told himself all he needed was to feel you, inhale your scent and feel your warmth.
he leaned in until his nose was buried inside your hair, hips pressing closer to your ass and chest glued to your back. then, his hand moved, at first sprawling his fingers on the curve of your waist, just to pull you impossibly closer.
with a shaky exhale, his hand shifted upwards, kneading your tits over the thin fabric of your top – his mouth immediately parting against the curve of your shoulder, leaving a damp spot as he breathed out, warm and shaky.
he realized it wasn’t enough, placing a kiss there before pulling the cover off your body, swallowing gruffly as he shifted between your legs.
your thighs were bare, the only thing barely covering your cotton knickers being the hem of his large shirt you wore. he leaned in with a quiet whimper, placing a soft kiss on your covered clit – letting his lips linger while slowly rutting his hips into the mattress.
his nose pressed down on your soft clothes mound, parting his lips with a soft exhale as your scent filled his nostrils. his fingers were shaky as they hooked into the fabric, feeling the natural dampness underneath his touch as he tugged it to the side.
he breathed in deeply as he saw the most intimate part of you – and yet, one that fully belonged to him. his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, stroking your folds with one long, wet lick. his brows furrowed in pleasure at your taste, breath hitching as he wrapped his lips around your clit.
his breath hitched as he slowly kissed your clit, head tilting as he let his tongue drag lazily over you. his free hand settled on your hip, softly squeezing it as he kissed your cunt.
his mouth didn’t work on you the way it did whenever determined to get you off, you weren’t really awake, were you? besides, his brain was far too hazy to focus on the spots that always got you cumming right over his tongue.
he moaned quietly against you, hand gripping your hip harder as he started to slowly loose himself in it. noel’s head tilted softly to the side, his hair softly brushing the top of your thigh.
he pulled away with an unsteady breath, lips pink and slick with you as he guided his fingers towards your lips – softly spreading them, taking a deep breath at the sight.
noel leaned in once more, greedier now. his mouth was messy, borderline desperate. so starving for you he allowed his drool to gather up, sucking and licking every drop of it, pressing his mouth even firmer as it mixed with your own arousal.
his hand softly squeezed your hip once he felt you stirr, a small line forming between his brows and eyes getting glassier as you sleepily grinded over his tongue. noel thrusted again into the mattress as he heard your sleepy mumbles, far too gone to even be apologetic about it.
your fingers sliding inside his hair pulled an involuntary moan out of him. tangling into the messy brown locks, gently but firmly pulling his head back just enough to force him to pause.
"slow down, bunny…" you murmured, your voice thick and honey-sweet with sleep.
his breath hitched at the nickname, chest heaving as he tried to swallow down a sob of pure relief. "sorry... 'm sorry…" noel mumbled against your skin, muffled. he sounded so small it made your heart melt.
your fingers stroked through his hair, your palm velvet smooth as it slid down his temple, then his cheek – gentle stroking with your thumb, brushing his cheekbone and underneath his eye. "bad day?…” you asked softly.
he nodded. you nodded back, petting his hair – a silent, comforting “i know.”
then, your hand gently cupped the back of his head, legs slowly parting wider as you pulled him closer. he closed the distance again with a soft moan, vibrating through your body as his wet mouth wrapped around you again. slower this time.
you hummed softly, head tilting as you watched him through sleepy eyes. fingers still petting his hair, “just wanted a taste, didn’t you…”
he pulled away, barely a millimeter, rasping out a shaky and needy “yeah, yeah” against your folds. so quiet you nearly couldn’t make it out, muffled with the wet sounds of his mouth kissing your clit, whimpering against you.
you hummed. “course you did… you’re so good to me…” tone quiet and so gentle it made his eyes squeeze tighter shut, a small tear forming in the corner from how badly he’s been needing to hear it.
“such a good bunny...” you praised, voice still hushed from sleep.
a soft, pathetic sob immediately caught on his throat at your words. “mhm… i know…” you cooed him, nodding softly, like you expected that exact reaction. “come up here,” you instructed in a whisper, as soft as your fingers running through his hair.
his body shook as he crawled up yours, aching with desperation. his fingers were clumsy as he tugged the waistband of his underwear down, a trail of pre cum connecting his tip to the fabric, invisible in the darkness of the room.
he didn’t push the fabric all the way down, not when your palm rested on the curve of his waist, caressing over the small gather of skin. not when his face buried on the side of your neck. especially not when your legs parted, your free hand taking his leaking cock and guiding until his tip was pressed against your entrance.
his cock stretched you out with a pathetic ease, his mouth falling agape immediately and a small whimper slipping past his lips – as sweet as the quiet squelching sounds of your cunt taking his length.
“thank you… fuck, t-thank you…” he babbled, hips moving slowly and deeply inside you. his hands scramble to find yours, slotting his fingers through yours like a lifeline. “love you… god, i love you so much,” his voice was thick with a desperation that was almost painful. he kissed your jaw, your cheek, his breath hot and damp against your skin.
“i love you too, noel,” you whispered, heart melting as you wrapped your legs around his waist. your free hand came up to stroke his face, wiping at the dampness catching in his lashes. “so much. you’re so good to me...”
a choked sob left his throat at the praise. his bottom lip trembled, the muscles of his ass clenching softly with every shaky thrust, still too slow.
“can i… can i go a bit harder? please, love?” he stammered, leaning closer until his forehead pressed against yours. his eyes so glassy that if he blinked too hard a tear might fall on your warm skin. “wanna c-cum so bad, love. please, please, please…”
your tongue clicked softly, sweet and condescending all at once. your hand dragged down his back, unhurriedly feeling the curve of his spine until it reached the curve of his ass.
“slow, bunny. don’t rush it…” you coaxed. as if the gentle tone wasn’t enough, your hand softly grabbed the flesh of his ass, guiding as you pushed him close, then further back – inevitably pulsing around him at the broken gasp the friction pulled out of him. “you woke me up for this, i wanna look at you now…”
“fuck, don’t… d-don’t be mean, darlin’… please, s—fuck, please… please, please let me.” he begged with a broken cry.
“you sound so pretty when you’re being good, noelly…” you whispered, head still foggy with sleep, but hands still focused. forcing his hips into agonizingly slow and deep thrusts.
he whimpered, “please, love… just… let me— fuck, ’m your bunny. ‘m so good for you… let me fuck you… please…” rambling with a broken voice. his mouth was warm and damp against your lips, hips bucking weakly into you.
your head tipped back with a moan, hand squeezing his flesh harder, pulling him with a deeper drag at the needy words coming out of his mouth. “yeah? want it that bad?”
he whined, pressing his mouth on the side of your neck to muffle the pathetic sound he couldn’t hold in. “y-yes… want it so bad. want you so bad.”
“what’s the magic word, hm? say it pretty baby,” – a soft kiss on his temple as you gently, meanly cooed him – “cmon…”
“i love you. love you. p–love you, let me...” he rambled, so desperate he couldn’t even properly say what you asked for.
you breathed out a laugh at the words, hand grabbing him and pulling him closer at the same torturous pace. your head was spinning with sleep and with how pretty he sounded like this, even as he stretched you out so fully. “‘please’, bunny. you’re a smart boy, come on…”
his mouth found yours again, his lip quivering as he begged in a whisper. “please, i’m sorry. please. please, i– wanna be good. please.”
with a quiet moan, you pulled him in, hand squeezing a making him thrust with a depth that quietly let him know he was finally allowed to. a broken moan escaped his lips at the silent permission. “fuck, thank you. thank you, thank you.” he babbled, tone needy and whiny – unlike the heavy slam of his hips speeding up.
it reminded you for a second of how bigger he was. how easily his frame swallowed yours in bed, or how easy it would be if he just took what he wanted – like he did with every thing else, in a way. being what the title “the chief” allows him to be.
and yet, right now, he needed your permission.
his breath caught in his throat as he buried himself to the hilt. his hips moving in sloppy thrusts that pulled out broken moans of him.
you moaned, nails softly digging into his back. “feels so good, bunny.”
he nodded desperately. “‘m your needy bunny. fuck, needed you so bad.” babbling in broken whispers, completely shameless now. a tear finally spilled over his thick lashes, hot and damp where it smeared against your cheek.
his mouth blindly searched yours, catching your lower lip and sucking on it bruisingly. “you’re so soft… so fuckin’ wet. love you… fuckin’ love you, darlin’… ‘m gonna cum, ‘m— fuck.”
you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, hands blindly moving up to grip his hair, pulling him down into another messy, spit-slick kiss. “fill me up, that’s it.” you praised, the words messy and muffled against his mouth.
his mouth fell agape against yours, tongue dumbly bumping into yours as he buried himself as deep as he could go with sloppy thrusts.
a broken sob ripped from his throat as his orgasm took over him, painting your inner walls with white ropes of his cum and still not stopping. he whimpered into your mouth, fingers clawing at the mattress on either side of your head as he panted.
even after a few minutes, he stayed buried deep inside you. his body was heavy over yours, comforting – almost sending you back into a gentle sleep, as gentle as your hands caressing his back.
you could feel the heat spreading across his cheeks, imagining it reached all the way to the tips of his ears like it normally does.
you couldn't help the fond, sleepy smile that tugged at your lips. “you’re cute.” you teased softly, hand sliding up his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart.
he buried his face right back into the crook of your neck to hide his blushing face. “stop…” he mumbled, embarrassed. his voice muffled against your skin.
you laughed quietly. hands sliding over his bare back, tracing the smooth pale skin before sliding lower to gently caress the soft curve of his ass. noel let out a long, heavy sigh. the tension finally leaving his body as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, “i love you.”
“mhm…” you hummed quietly, fingers running over his skin, mouth pressing a soft kiss on his temple. “love you too.”
liam has this energy about him that’s endearingly boyish. it’s that kind of a personality trait where it doesn’t take too much time to notice, “part of the charm” he says.
you got hired to do the artwork for the band because of guigsy. neither of you quite know how you met, but that’s the thing about manchester – everyone knows everyone, and he happened to know a girl with talented hands and an appropriate budget for a band just starting out.
you stuck around even when the band started to take off, even when designing wasn’t really necessary. that meant after-parties backstage, van trips, a privileged side stage view, and knowing every lyric to definitely maybe by heart.
you always thought liam resembled a puppy. he never stops pacing backstage or around the studio, has to let out energy while performing or getting into unnecessary rows at pubs – the ones that always forced you to grab him by the back of his jacket and drag him to the other side of the room while he was still loudly winding the other lad up.
noel said it was because he fancied you, and you always dismissed it as a joke despite it making a lot of sense – while liam has never made any effort to disguise that, either.
he’d always poke your sides like a schoolboy with a crush does, always plop down the couch beside you whenever you looked far too bored, and always give you those puppy eyes with a head tilt – just because he knows that got you to play with his hair whenever you were the right amount of high.
strangely, you liked that about him. you liked how he chased after you, somehow like a dog would, holding a little chew toy between his teeth and wiggling his tail as he asked “play with me, play with me.”
eventually, he got bolder. he'd sling his arm around your shoulder and lean closer to your ear, using the pick up line that always got girls into his bed. unfortunately for him, those girls were only there to sleep with the cute frontman, so they absolutely didn't mind when his best chat up was "y'want it, girl?"
where all you did was laugh, endeared and amused. no matter how many times he tried, spicing it up occasionally with a wet kiss on your jaw or calling you “babe” instead, saying how fit you looked and how badly he wanted you.
it’s not like you wouldn’t shag him. liam is, unfortunately, stunning. but you always thought it was for the best to just avoid the mess, the inevitable chaos that sleeping with someone you worked with every day would bring into the routine.
despite being seriously tempted every time he gave you those puppy eyes and asked you so pretty, so politely and so fucking needy it got you clenching around nothing. “please, darling.” toning down all the swagger he usually carried around and asking you like a proper good boy.
imagine if you knew about one specific night back in his hotel room, where he was especially wound up. closing his eyes hard and thinking about you while balls deep inside a groupie, panting and asking her to call him a “good boy” just because her voice remotely resembled yours.
the costume party was initially your idea. you shared it in the middle of nowhere, with the band unenthusiastically agreeing, only shrugging while sprawled across the tour buses’ couches. except liam, who immediately beamed, saying it would be “fucking mega” and telling noel to not be a grumpy cunts and actually make an effort.
the night of the party arrived, and the effort noel did was wear a loose white button up shirt and carry around a plastic lightsaber. eh, that’s as good as it gets.
the rest of the band did an effort too, but no one came close to your costume. permanently obsessed with old disney animations, it was only fair you did cruella de vil justice – big white fur coat, black eye makeup and even half of your hair tinted white by a aerosol can that would most likely give you a headache to wash off the following morning.
you had seen liam around in the room, not being able to pin down what he was dressed as. that, until he found you in the balcony, cutting in the silent atmosphere that you enjoyed your cigarette.
“two proper peas in a pod, huh?” he teased, eyes dragging over your figure as he strutted closer.
your brows raised softly, a small smile forming on your lips as you blew the smoke out. “what are you supposed to be, liam?”
he snorted, leaning closer and tipping his chin up, his chubby finger pointing at the collar around his neck.
you squinted, leaning closer. immediately breathing out a laugh once you realized. “you’re a dog?”
“nah, love. well, supposed to be scooby doo.” he replied with a smirk, before attempting on his first move of the evening. “but if y’want, i can be your dog, yeah. cruella, innit. i’d let you fur coat me all you want.”
you snort, amused. “fuck off, liam.”
he laughed, placing a cigarette between his own lips and lighting it, the flame lighting the way his brows furrowed softly in concentration, before wearing that same shit eating expression again. “just sayin’…” he started, slowly blowing out the smoke. “too good of a coincidence to pass on.”
you laughed despite yourself, leaning your lower back against the railing. “did i tell you i was gonna dress as this?” you asked teasingly, arms crossing.
he breathed out a laugh, shaking his head as he took a small step just to stand in front of you, his large back shielding your frame from whoever was inside the venue. “nah, just… liked scooby doo as a kid. that’s it.”
your tongue clicked, head tilting as you pouted softly, endeared. “aw...” as you take another drag of your cigarette.
he huffed, in good spirits despite feeling the cool breeze brush his warm cheeks. “yeah, yeah. aren’t i a good boy.”
you huff softly, head tilting and eyes following your own hand, settling on his shoulder and caressing it softly. "don’t know about that…” you tease quietly, meeting his eyes already on your face, nearly glinting. “i've seen you in the studio. you don't exactly listen, do you?"
he snorts, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "nah, that’s different. rkid’s a miserable cunt.” he replied easily, taking your palm off his shoulder, guiding until the back of your hand was close to his mouth. then, leaning down and pressing a kiss over your skin. “for you? ’m an angel, me."
the alcohol is settled warm in your stomach, and the constant back-and-forth you've been playing with him for months suddenly feels like it's stretching thin.
an amused smile grows on your lips, head tilting as you feel his thumb brush your knuckles. "hmm… are you?..."
his chin tips up, like a silent challenge. “try me, babe.“
you lick your lips in attempt to fight a smirk, tapping the ash off your cigarette onto the street below. “sit,” you say quietly with a nudge of your chin.
his smirk widens as he takes a drag of his cigarette. without missing a beat, he drops down right there on the concrete balcony floor, looking up at you through his long eyelashes. "easy." he mutters, the smoke coming out between his grinning lips.
you breathe out a laugh at it despite yourself, amused. "now stand." you command gently.
he rises slowly, his frame looming over you again. "told ya."
you smile, head tilting as your hand reaches out to the back of his head. "maybe you are…" you hum, fingers sliding into his hair, scratching right behind his ears.
liam lets out a low, breathy sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he leans into your touch. you let your hand slide down from his hair, your thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw. you smile at the sight of him physically melting.
liam leans his head down with another shaky sigh, burying his face into the side of your neck. his pink lips brush your jawline as he leaves a string of small, hesitant kisses there. "please… fucking killing me over here." he whispers, like he’s nearly afraid to say it.
you let out a soft laugh, pulling your head back slightly, just enough to look at him. his cheeks are flushed, lips parted. his breathing is heavier, audibly hitching once your eyes land on his mouth.
“'s like you're a fit toy, yeah? i'd hump the fuck out of you.” he adds, smiling shyly at the sound of you laughing even harder, your hand sliding to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.
his front presses against yours, and you can’t help but click your tongue softly at the undeniable heat strained against his trousers. “aw, liam… are you hard?” you ask in a teasing whisper.
a rare flicker of shyness crosses his face before he covers it with a breathless laugh. "s-sorry, just... y'look really fit. can't help it."
you laugh softly, the sound low and knowing. sweetly condescending. "yeah?"
without breaking eye contact, your hand slides down his chest, slowly dragging down until your palm presses against his clothed erection. "god, you really are," you murmur, words as slow as your hand palming him through the fabric. you’re so close now that your nose brushes his, a smile growing on your mouth as you feel his breath, warm and shaky against your lips. "think you're just getting off on being treated like a puppy, liam..."
"m'not... 's not just that," he tries, hand settling on your waist underneath the fuzzy coat, grabbing you like he’s trying to convince you.
you laughed, “no?”
he breathed our against your mouth, shaky and warm. not a yes but not a no, either.
then, you hold out your bare palm right in front of his mouth. his eyes dart down quickly before snapping back to your face, brows softly furrowed in confusion.
“spit.”
he opens his mouth and lets a thick pooling of saliva drop right into your palm, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip after, his eyes never leaving yours.
"good boy, liam…" you praise in a whisper. it makes his knees go visibly weak.
you reach down, unbuttoning his trousers with your clean hand and tugging his zipper down.
his underwear is tight, already damp at the tip, and when you ease his length out into the cool night air, he groans out loud, the sound catching in his throat. you rub your wet palm over your fingers, coating them before fully wrapping your hand around his shaft, sliding from the base right up to his leaking tip.
his head falls forward immediately, a broken string of curses leaving his lips as his eyes close tightly shut.
"hold still... don't want anyone catching us, don't you?" you tease quietly.
liam shakes his head frantically, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as your slick hand moves around him. he picks up his head so his eyes can desperately track your face as you stroke him.
you nod softly, not breaking the eye contact. "mhm. can't be a bad boy, can you, liam..." your thumb spreading the pre cum before pulling all the way down again. "gotta stay quiet, hm?”
he nods desperately, trying to not give himself away, despite his hips are still twitching, trying to force more friction against your hand. "wanna be good…”
you smile wider, stroking him faster. “yeah?”
“fuck— yeah.” he pants quietly, nodding eagerly. “c-call me a good boy.. please, please. tell me… tell me i'm doin' it right, please, l-love..." whispering, eyes glinting and brows furrowing softly.
"shh… such a loud little pup." you whisper, your warm breath brushing his lips. his mouth falls agape with another quiet moan, his eyes getting glassier.
a whimper catches on his throat. "i'll be quiet, i—just... fuck, you're so warm," his thick fingers digging into the fabric of your dress so hard his knuckles are white. "please... call me it... please, please… need… need to hear it..."
you watch him, your own lips parting like you could get off at the sight alone – his blue eyes squeezed shut, his brows needily furrowed, jaw clenched and bottom lip an ever prettier shade of pink from biting.
he’s being so good, and he looks so pretty when doing so.
you open your mouth to give him what he wants, but before the words can even form, liam lets out a needy sob, his hips bucking violently into your hand as he comes undone without any warning.
hot spurs of his cum coat your palm and your fingers. his body is still shaking, breath coming in shallow gasps as he slumps slightly against you, his forehead resting against your shoulder, completely spent.
you look down at your hand, covered in his heat, and let out a soft, amused sigh. "oh, liam… look at the mess you made, pup." you coo softly, though there's a amused and aroused smirk on your lips.
liam stays close, panting and breathing out embarrassed, small curses and “i’m sorry…” over and over. shaking his head like he desperately doesn’t want you to change your mind.
your eyes land on your own hand, tilting it slightly, letting him see the white over your skin.
his cheeks burn as his eyes catch a glimpse of your slick hand between your bodies. he looks down, then up at your eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“i’m sorry…” he breathes out. and before you can even say anything, he takes your wrist with surprising gentleness, guiding your hand up to his mouth.
he licks your fingers first, tongue warm as he picks up drops of himself off your skin. your lips part slowly, a shaky exhale coming out of you in surprise and awe at the same time. his eyes stay locked onto yours the entire time, eyebrows softly furrowing as his tongue drags over your knuckles.
“‘m sorry…”
you pull your hand away slowly, nearly shaky. then, it cups the back of his neck, pulling him down into a slow kiss. you can taste himself on his own tongue, making you moan inside his mouth.
you pull back, just an inch. enough to tip your head in the direction of the door you’re walking towards. "come," you say quietly.
he tucks himself away and follows without a word.
on the way to the bathroom, it seems like he gained some of his usual bravado back, the greediness. maybe that’s why his hands were already pulling you into him a millisecond after your fingers locked the door behind you with a soft click.
you kissed him back just as greedily, threading your fingers still slick with his spit inside his messy hair, sitting onto the edge of the sink.
liam pressed his entire body between your thighs instantly, forcing you to part them wider with his thick fingers gripping your thighs. his mouth latched on your neck, kissing eagerly, desperately. leaving a damp trail on your skin as his mouth moved down toward your collarbone.
"liam." you say, voice firm as you grip his shoulders. despite your breath getting shakier with every damp stroke of his tongue on your pulse point, sucking harshly enough to leave a purple mark.
his hands left you to free himself once again, clumsy but easy enough since he hadn’t even zipped himself up properly in the balcony.
your palm reached down between your bodies and clumsily wrapping around his cock. the touch made his mouth search for yours again, kissing you harder, a rough moan muffled against your skin.
“fuck, wanna… please, fuckin’— please.” he babbled, dampening the corner of your mouth as he quietly whimpered.
your hand grabbed his cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh and physically restraining him – he’d fucking faint otherwise, seems like.
“quiet.” you whispered, slowly wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer, nudging the fabric of your knickers to the side with the sensitive, leaking tip of his cock – pulling a pathetic whimper out of him, one that immediately morphed into a broken moan as he slipped inside your wet entrance.
“there are people out there, y’need to be quieter.” you added, despite your chest arching into him and your legs wrapping around him, slow but firm enough until he bottomed in.
he immediately started moving, kissing you with a force that nearly shoved your back against the wall’s mirror, knocking a shaky breath out of your chest at the depth of his cock inside you.
the skin slapping sounds were too loud to pass as something innocent. he certainly didn’t help, either. "wanna eat your cunt after, please. please, please," he begged against your mouth, whiny. "please… i'll go all night. wanna make… fuck— wanna make y’feel good.”
“liam—“
"fucking mad for you. dreaming about you—“ he rambled, hands sliding up under your skirt against your bare thighs, grabbing them harshly as his cock slammed inside you.
with a broken moan, your hand reached to the back of his neck, fingers shaky as they wrapping around the leather collar still fastened around him. you tugged on it firmly, enough for him to stop moving with a slow exhale – his brows furrowed at the material slightly choking him, but his cock twitched inside you in a way he couldn’t possibly deny how badly he liked it.
"slow down," you command, tone dropping. "don't be greedy, puppy... c'mon. slow."
liam let out a tortured groan, hips freezing in place and his whole body shivering from the forced restraint.
"fuck... thank you, thank you...” he rambles in a whisper, eyes rolling back before falling tightly shut, head shaking softly like he can’t believe you’re letting him be inside you. he moves slower now, like he can’t stand the thought of having to stop. “fuck, you're so tight. you’re so fucking wet."
“that’s better.” you praised quietly. one of your hand still restrained him by the collar, while your free one slid down his side, settling on his hip and slowly shifting further away… then back in. your lips parted at the slow feeling of his cock sliding in and out. “good boy, baby…”
his hands fly to the sink, gripping it so harshly his knuckles turn white. his lips are slick with spit and parted as he watches your face, his hips moving in shaky, slow thrusts.
you pull him closer, grip still tight around his neck – cutting off the right amount of oxygen from his brain enough to make him forget his name. he can only think of you, you and you. like a dog completely devoted to his owner.
“does it feel good?” you whisper, teasing. still guiding his hips in slow thrusts.
“f-fuck, yeah… so… fuck— wanna fill y’up. please, love, let me cum inside ya. so wet, so… fuck,” he babbles quietly, taking in a shaky inhale like he’s about to cry. "slap me. do whatever you want to me, just— fuck, let me. tell me i'm good, please... tell me 'm your good boy. please."
you bite down a smirk, eyebrows softly raising. “yeah?” as your hand left his hip, meeting his cheek with a sharp slap. eh, fuck whoever’s outside now. “that’s what you want, liam?”
his lip quivers, thrusts going even deeper from how needy he is. “y-yeah. fuck, yeah.”
“yeah?” you mock, tenderly, before leaving another sharp slap on his face, while your busy hand shifts to the front of his collar, pulling his face even closer to yours. “you wanna be treated like a bad dog, liam?”
“b-fuck. wanna do whatever you want, whatever you want. i’ll be whatever you want.”
you hum. “you’re being so good, though…” whispering, your hand tugs down his collar until his head tilts down, a moan escaping his lips at the sight of his slick cock dissapearing between your legs. you press a kiss to his forehead, “look how good you’re fucking me, pup.”
“y-yeah," he gasps out, his tone in a whisper as he thrusts deep into you. “'m a good dog. 'm your good boy, aren't i?"
your free hand slides up, fingers shoving past his parted lips – watching his tongue lap your digits without any hesitation, feeling him softly moan around them while your other one keeps the grip tight around his neck. “mhm… such a good boy, baby.”
he whimpers at the praise, hands shaking where they're braced against the sink on either side of your hips, while yours travel down. your head tips back as your fingers, slick with his spit, start to draw circles around your clit. the pleasure starts to build, making you have to stifle down a needy moan. "gonna cum again, puppy? make another mess?" you ask, tone breathier now.
“fuck, please. let me, please, please. wanna cum so bad.” he chokes out. his blue eyes are watering, it makes your skin burn with how intensely he’s looking at you, begging. his lips look are tainted in a prettier shade of pink now, from kissing and biting, glistening with his own spit and yours.
you pull him closer by the collar, uncontrollably pulsing around his cock and messily crashing your lips into his as your orgasm washes through embarrassingly quick. his lips part, brows furrowing in pleasure and tongue dumbly searching for yours even though he can’t really kiss you back.
he mumbles “thank you” over and over, hips sloppily thrusting into you and muscles clenching as he comes undone.
for a minute, the only sounds in the bathroom are your heavy breaths, his body warm against yours, shaking from the intensity. he cuts in the silence with a soft and muffled laugh against your skin, his lips brushing your cheek.
"see? told ya 'm an angel."
