summary: 94s!liam and you've been dating for a while and have done it all, almost. and even though you felt it wasn’t your thing, now you wanna learn, and who else to teach you than your sweet boyfriend?
w: 4k+
cw: oral (m. receiving), sweetness i guess. fem!reader.
a/n: hiii<3 just two important things, this is my first smut EVER ever girls, and english is not my first language, so keep that in mind if you read something that makes no sense haha. anyway, i'll use this blog to write bc i am #shy but anyway i wanna give it a try this time jajskss.
also a big thank you to highflyingcami for the tips, youre such a queen<333
hope yall like it and thank you for reading!
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the moment your knees hit the floor, fear washed over you like a summer downpour. Liam looked bigger from where he sat on the sofa, watching you with a mocking smile that said a thousand things at once. I’ve got you at last.
you slapped his knee. “I said don’t take the piss!” but that just made him burst out laughing.
“but I didn’t say anything!”
“you don’t have to,” you scolded him, already feeling your face burning with embarrassment.
you’d already slept together, and done a lot of things, which, to be honest, had been a heavenly experience for you, every time. but there was one thing you hadn’t done, and when he realised you had no intention of doing it, he didn’t press either.
giving him a blowjob.
It just… wasn’t your thing, you had told him. but later came the confession: ‘I don’t know how to do it’. it wasn’t that you were some sort of shy girl with your past partners, just never felt like doing it. tried once but felt too awkward. it was left at that and Liam didn’t bring it up again, until today.
it started as a joke to annoy you and start one of those typical playful fights that ended with you laughing your head off while Liam tickled you. you were thanking him for a big favour he had done for you, and he'd said that he deserved a kiss or something. all good up to that point, but then the suggestive comments and cheeky touching between the two of you began until we reached the moment when you told him: I want to learn.
and now, on your knees between his spread legs, with Liam staring intently at you as you unbutton his trousers, you felt like wiping that smug smirk off his face.
"you've seen it plenty of times before, remember?" his voice dripped with amusement and smugness every time he spoke, and he was met with a warning look in response to his comment.
sure, you'd seen his dick before, but it was different now!
"i can never find it."
he gave you a little tap on the head in response to your joke, making you laugh. "see, it’s not funny? stop joking then."
"right, right... I’ll shut up."
obediently, Liam shut his chatty mouth and watched as your hands, trembling with embarrassment, pulled down his trousers and underwear. as soon as his cock sprang free, your head gave a little thud against his knee, hiding the heat in your face because it was too close. too pink, too shiny with precum and too perfect. as always, but up close? christ. was it possible for a dick to be pretty like that?
his laughter only made it worse, but this time it wasn’t mocking, but tender, which made you even more embarrassed and nervous. and when his hand tenderly stroked your hair in an attempt to calm your nerves, your heart felt like it was going to explode with the urge to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. but how? you barely knew how to give a handjob, and you weren’t even entirely sure you were any good at that.
oh, but you wanted to be. you wanted to be everything for him. bastard.
“relax, love,” Liam murmured softly, his voice all sweet and gentle, because he could feel your insecurity. “it ain’ difficult at all. not one bit. but it's okay, yeah? let's just–”
the resolve that swelled within you—even as you felt, paradoxically, nervous–spoke out. “i said i wanted to learn,” you remarked firmly with your forehead still pressed against his knee.
you couldn’t see him, but he smiled, pleased and amused by the trembling confidence in your voice. determination. that was hot.
“brave girl,” he replied, his voice low and tinged with teasing. his praise bloomed in your heart, like the perfect mix of tease and sweetness to heal your broken confidence. then, you huffed a laugh and finally lifted your head to look at him.
“just teach me how, okay?”
the shyness in your voice hit right on his chest. on a normal day, you weren’t shy at all. in fact, you were loud, all smart remarks and mocking smiles. the contrast twisted in his heart. for a moment, Liam was about to insist that you could just forget this and do something else, but it had already been made clear: you wanted nothing more than to learn how to give it to him, and who was Liam to say no? so he nodded firmly, and proceeded to guide your nervous hands around his cock.
“first of all, loosen up a bit f’me, yeah?,” he said gently. “c'mon, breathe slowly. you look almost scared.”
you shot him a look. “i’m not scared, just nervous.”
it amused him, that look in your eye that was nervously stubborn. “I know, I know, relax.”
how could Liam be so calm? how could he eat you out without a shred of hesitation? how could he do it so well, so easily? and boy, was he good at it…
your living room was silent; there was no one else at home but you and Liam. it was so quiet you could have sworn your thoughts were leaking out of your head, telling your boyfriend just how scared, excited and nervous you were. to relax, you started taking small breaths, trying to focus on Liam’s lovely scent—the same one he’d worn the first time you two ended up alone in a room when your best friend had arranged for the rest of the group to suspiciously have to go to the kitchen. that time, Liam had bombarded you with questions and jokes because you were suddenly acting all weird and nervous, unlike how you were with the other blokes in the group.
a smile escaped you at such a beautiful memory, causing your hands to relax around Liam, to which he smiled back and nodded.
“that’s it, love. relax, yeah? no need to be shy ‘ere, it’s just you and me, innit? and i’m ‘ere to guide ya, yeah?”
each of his sweet, gentle words caressed your nerves, slowly washing away every trace of tension from your body. Liam knew exactly what to do, what to say. he was so good, you really wanted this to be perfect.
his fingers lovingly brushed away some hairs off your face, keeping a gentle smile.
“right then… you're gonna use your hands, yeah? you’re good at that, proper talented you are, very good with those beautiful hands. let's start slow, with what ya do best.”
he really knew exactly what to say, because the praise filled your heart with pride that he enjoyed it so much when you gave him handjobs, encouraging you to go ahead and do more. you nodded and immediately spat into one of your hands to bring it to his cock and start giving him slow strokes. Liam whimpered and tapped your cheek tenderly.
"ah, very good. that’s it, keep goin’..."
the sweetest moans escaped his lips as your hand gently stroked him. he looked so, so perfect at that moment. the lids of his beautiful blue eyes drooped, almost unable to bear how good your warm hand felt around his throbbing, leaking cock, whilst his chest fell and raised heavily. Liam resisted the urge to simply push your head down and take your mouth, biting his lip, leaving it swollen and shiny as the moans became uncontrollable.
such a beautiful sight urged you to move closer to his cock, letting an involuntary sigh brush against the reddened tip, causing his hips to buck up instinctively, drawing in a deep breath. he needed it, he needed it now, and you needed to make him feel as good as you possibly could. no, even more.
“c'mon, love,” he pleaded in a faint moan, careful not to pressure you. “don’t be shy, you’ve got it.”
at such reassurance, your chest swelled with a deep breath of confidence and, despite your embarrassment and a thousand doubts (will I like it? what if I don’t like it and leave it half-done? what if i'm bad at it?), you finally leaned in and gave the tip a tentative lick, tasting the pre-cum.
that was all i took for Liam to get lost, groaning as if he’d been shot in the chest with a bullet of love and tenderness and another of heat and need in his cock. “fucking hell, look at what you’re doing to me. one little lick and i'm already losin’ it. gonna cum, fuckin’ swear it.”
he was being so ridiculous, it made your face burn and a flustered laugh escape your mouth. “you’re so dramatic.” but seeing how affected he was by your still hesitant touches was really stroking your ego.
a faint chuckle escaped him and, just to tease you, he playfully grabbed your head and pushed it towards his crotch, earning a breathy laugh of surprise, even though he was always pulling this sort of prank; of course, never before had his cock been so close to your face.
“tsk, Liam!” you exclaimed, squeezing his dick, causing a moan from him and a loud laugh.
“‘m sorry!” he whined, squirming with a big, amused smile.
laughing, you both looked at each other. your eyes sparkling, shimmering with the kind of love that comes when you're so smitten that it oozes out of every pore. that few seconds of chuckling with your eyes locked on each other were enough to make your body relax, suddenly remembering he's just Liam. he's your love, he's someone to trust. if there's someone on this earth to teach you something, it's him. naturally, he tilted his head at the same time his warm hands cupped your cheeks so lovingly, and kissed you. the kiss was sweet, soft and full of love. his plump lips moving against yours, devouring the huff of laughter you let out. and he hummed, satisfied when your hand gave him a slow stroke.
there was no rush, even though his cock felt like it was about to explode because, oh, how could a girl be so beautiful, and her hands fit so perfectly holding his length, because Liam was so, so happy. he could be annoying at times, even at a moment as serious as this, but his heart melted with love at the simple knowledge that you were his girl and that you’d wanted to do this for him of your own accord – even though he hadn’t asked or mentioned how much he’d been longing for a blow job from you? oh, how lucky he was to be the one who could love this sweet woman.
despite his patience, you knew how much he needed relief and, honestly, curiosity was killing you. his cock was warm and hard, really hard and really warm. that little lick you gave him, the taste... could it be that Liam was so perfect that he even tasted good? bastard.
so you broke the kiss to get back to business, tilting your head to give the tip a little kiss that made Liam whimper. “you’re the sweetest girl in the world.”
you laughed at his comment and now completely (or at least almost) sure, you went for it. your lips wrapped around the head, sucking tentatively, but your hand stroked with intent around the base now. your other hand squeezed his tigh, taking out your embarrassment on him.
Liam was almost in tears; the way you were using your mouth, so shy yet so determined. he knew very well that you were going to give it your all to please him, and that turned him on even more. unable to help himself, his hands grabbed hold of your hair, finding something to distract him a little so he wouldn’t thrust it all the way into your mouth. he wanted you to explore, to take your time.
“fuck,” he moaned under his breath. “look at you… perfect. best girl in the world, yeah? the sweetest, the smartest. god.”
him choosing this moment to name all your virtues almost made you laugh, it was cute. made you wanna do it right. so, with determination, you took inch by inch into your mouth, enjoying the groans he let out so needy. his cock was warm, heavy in your tongue, and you could feel the way it throbbed inside of you. you didn't have any references, your friends’ stories hadn’t been helpful at all and the little talk you and Liam had before you dropped to your knees was brief and short because you were too embarrassed to ask all the things you actually had in mind. but you remembered his words and tried to follow them.
your cheeks hollowed as your head started bobbing, which gave you a breathy moan from him, so you knew that you’d done it right.
“yeahhh, proper good that.” he breathed out. his thick eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted. “just keep doin' exactly what you're doin’, that's very good.”
it was still hesitant and all, i mean, you had no idea what you were doing, but Liam seemed to enjoy it, and to your surprise, so were you. he was so warm, heavy, filling your mouth perfectly, and his hands gripping your hair desperately, stopping himself to thrust up the way he wanted. you could feel how desperate he was, because this was something he craved, even if he hadn’t said it out loud.
you closed your eyes, enjoying it. he was so tense, he needed relief. your mouth worked, sucking still gently while your hand stroked the base.
“fuck, fuck…”
the moment your eyes looked up, they were met with such a beautiful sight. him with his head lolled back, chest raising heavily, and his face all flushed. it gave your lower belly that tingling feeling and heat pool in your underwear. the room was suddenly too small, too hot and heavy and the only thing you could hear were Liam's filthy moans. you wanted more of that.
“god. fuckin’” he panted. each breath a curse. “perfect. so fuckin’ perfect, baby.”
the taste was new, maddening. everything felt too much and not enough at the same time, like Liam was everywhere and still you needed more. you still felt embarrassed and self-conscious, worrying about your mouth being too tense, or your tongue pressing awkwardly against the underside of his dick. so much concern made you go tense again, your head bobbing with awkwardness, as if you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. no more smoothness in the way you sucked, as if suddenly sucking required a whole technique. uncomfortable for both of you.
he felt it, saw the way your brows furrowed like when you read a book and couldn’t figure what the hell the author was saying. he knew you only needed to relax, to stop worrying about what he needed and more on what felt right for you. it might have been about getting him off, but you were trying to learn and it was important for you to take your time.
a warm hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing skin in a sweet attempt to sooth all the worrying.
“relax the mouth a bit,” he indicated. the tone wasn’t demanding, but gentle, guiding you like he had said he would. it was embarrassing for you that he felt you were doing it bad, and even though you felt like stopping everything in that exact moment out of shame, you didn't. you really, really wanted to learn. wanted to make him feel as good as he did to you.
with a deep breath through your nose, you relaxed your jaw, getting your mouth all soft around the shaft.
“yeah” he rasped, his hand still cradling your cheek sweetly. “… that’s it.” the little nod soothed you, and you kept your mouth perfectly wrapped around him. “no tensin’ the jaw now.”
the moment you found the right pace again, a puff of breath slipped out of his mouth. the back of his head hit the couch, stomach tensing. “yeahhh, just like that. good, very good. keep goin’ like that. that’s it, nice an’ slow. jaw all relaxed now."
Liam remained gentle, guiding you through the work. every time you went too fast, he slowed you down with soft thumbs stroking your cheeks. feeling a bit overwhelmed by the heaviness of his cock in your mouth, you pulled back to instead swirl your tongue around the slit of his tip. his hips bucked up at the same time he groaned, gripping your hair tightly now.
“gonna… fuckin’ cum all over that pretty face.”
your cheeks flushed as you took him into your mouth again, deeper this time, trying to take it all. and when the tip brushed the back of your throat, it was impossible for him not to whimper. you didn't stop, though, couldn't. all your focus was on how pretty he was whining, so you kept sucking all of it.
“easy, love, easy. don’ have to take it all.” he groaned. your throat tight around him as you gagged once, twice. the feeling was too much for him, too good, but he didn’t want you to choke or something. his thick fingers stroked your hair. “gonna finish me off like that.”
at that moment, you couldn’t care less about his warning. you didn't even care you were gagging. you wanted him to cum. curiosity was filling your senses with the need to know how intense it would be to have him spilling down your throat. the mere thought had you all worked up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.
those thick eyebrows furrowed and his mouth fell wide open with a moan. every muscle of his abdomen tensed as heat built up there, intense and overwhelming. he was so close, you knew it, so you redoubled the efforts, going deeper and deeper, the tip grazing your throat each time. you moaned around him and the vibraciones made Liam whine, fully desperate, in need of release. so needy, he gripped harshly your hair now, thrusting up into your mouth twice. as soon as his dazed brain registered what he was doing, he stayed still and softened his grip, murmuring softs “‘m sorry, baby. sorry, got carried away”. what he wasn't expecting was you to pull back, lick from the base till the tip and whine it with the filthiest tilt.
“just fuck my mouth.”
it came out as a demand, as if you were complaining he was going soft on you.
and just like that, you wrapped those glossy lips around the flushed cock just to take it all into your mouth again. so lost in the taste you missed Liam's stunned expression. he couldn't believe it. first you say it's not your thing, and now you're devouring him? impossible. but there you were, sucking him off as if he tasted like honey.
what else could he do other than enjoy it? so he did. encouraged by your eagerness, his thick fingers gripped your locks and started pulling you onto his crotch at the same time his hips met up your mouth. not too rough, not to make your head hurt, just enough to make you just sit and take it.
usually, sex was soft, playful. cute missionary with you hugging Liam while he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, or having him between your legs as you kept him trapped there after he begged for an hour to have a taste. there wasn’t a dominant in your relationship, but the times it was implied, it was you. so having Liam fucking your mouth like that, shoving it all the way in till you gagged around it? it was so new, and way too hot. Liam was a lot of things, but a dominant wasn’t one.
and you just found out how much you liked this side of him.
his groans became louder and louder and his thrusts sloppier and desperate, the kind that indicate he was too close and too needy for release. your hands gripped his thighs because of how fast he was making your head go down, and you breathed through your nose, which brushed each time with the hair on his pelvis. the situation was simply overwhelming. every one of your senses was filled with Liam—his taste, his scent, his texture. everything was him. which left you in a daze, simply offering your mouth to whatever he wanted. if you had known how incredible it was, you would have put aside your hesitation from the start, because you had never felt as aroused as you did now. every sound, every thrust of his hips against your mouth and the desperate way he grabbed your hair had every nerve in your body on edge. by this point, your underwear was slick against your folds because of the wetness that had gathered there.
he threw his head back against the couch, just to look back down at you, because he couldn't help but admire how your lips stretched around his dick. how perfectly you were taking it, not even complaining at how hard he was fucking your mouth, but enjoying it as well. “look at you, takin’ it so pretty. gagging on it. lookin’ all pretty.”
each drag of his cock against your tongue became faster, just him chasing the release that was building tightly in his lower belly. he thrusted once, twice.
and then, he stopped, his cock hitting the back of your throat as his body jerked, griding in slow circles as warmth filled your mouth. his head was tipped back, mouth letting out whiny praises. you were wide-eyed, processing the moment, the feeling of his cum heavy on your tongue.
“fuck” he slurred. “don't have to swallow it, love. spit it out, ‘s not a nice taste”
Liam was being nice, of course he was, making sure you didn't feel like you had to do something you might not like. but you wanted the whole experience, all of it, so when you pulled back, you looked at him dead in the eye and swallowed every single drop. his blue ones were droppy, like he was once lick to pass away, and they stared at you stunned as you didn't even hesitate.
your body was burning, arousal and embarrassment all mixed. it had been hotter than you had expected, so much better. your skin felt too sensitive and you hadn’t even been the one getting off, but you felt like it. meanwhile, Liam looked gone. sweat had his fringe stuck on his forehead and his cheeks were red as he kept trying to come down his high with rapid breaths. his head had lolled back against the couch. everything remained silent for a moment, no words, just heavy breathing. you leaned in and rested your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him with warm, curious eyes. now that the heat was gone, your chest was tight with the uncertainty of whether he had liked it or not. it hadn’t been perfect at all and most of the time you weren’t even doing it right, you thought. that’s when he finally looked down, and a smile bloomed in his face, followed by a soft, breathy laugh.
“liar… you really knew what you were doin’, didn’t ya?”
that comment, so him, made you laugh, flustered and content at his teasing. yeah, he definitely was so stupid sometimes, even in this moment he couldn't help but take the piss. oh, you loved him.
his knuckles caressed your cheek, the little smile never fading away. the gesture was so delicate, pouring out the warmth he was feeling at how beautiful you looked with your head resting against his thigh. his eyes sparkled with affection and he swore yours had hearts on them.
“you're so beautiful, have i told you that?”
a tender smile curved the corner of your mouth, bathed in his sweet murmurs.
“you always do”
“its never enough. christ, look at you.” the way he shook his head, as if he couldn't believe you weren't one of his wet dreams, said it all. “you took it so well, like you were made for it. reckon you are, don't you think?”
you rolled your eyes, not at his comment, but at how stupid you were by getting flustered at his words. it wasn’t easy, though, he really was good with his mouth.
in every sense.
without any warning, his hands lifted you up the floor to make you lie down against the cushions. eagerly, Liam pushed your legs apart and shoved your soaked underwear aside, not minding your amused laughter.
but he did make an excuse. “my girl deserves a reward.”
“i'm not a pet.”
“i'm glad.” he teased. “c'mon, pup, c'mere” he tugged your legs to pull you closer to his mouth, better access.
a sound of disgust was the answer to the petname. he just loved to say things like that to annoy you. “Liam, c'mon” but all he did was laugh.
“you're so easy to annoy.”
after his laughter faded, he let out a warm sigh that brushed your wet folds, making you squirm. one hand had your knickers aside, the other kept your leg out of the way, and he nuzzled against the flesh there.
“c'mon, i just wanna… give it a taste. bet you're all soaked.”
without more waiting, he leaned down and licked from your entrance to your clit, finding you exactly the way he expected, all soaked for him. savouring the slick, a whiny moan spilled out of his mouth at the taste, and he hummed as he pressed his tongue flat against your cunt, sucking it lightly.
a sharp gasp from you cut through the silence, your hands pushing his face right into your cunt.
after what you lovingly had given to him, Liam had to give it back with the same effort, didn’t he?