another first time
pairing: dilf!liam gallagher x younger!reader cw: smut, age gap, edging, oral sex, fingering, squirting, brief panic/confusion around the sensation of needing to pee, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, messy sex. wc: 1,1k author's note: second instalment of the dilf Liam x reader chronicles and their little sexual exploration era at the beginning of the relationship, back when they genuinely could not keep their hands off each other and everything felt ten times more intense. This time: trying something new, getting a little carried away, and accidentally discovering a brand new talent. Enjoy!
“I want to try something new.”
Liam lifted his head from between my thighs. His mouth was wet, his hair already ruined by my hands.
“Something new?”
“Yes.”
He looked almost offended. “Not sure there’s anything left.”
“Of course there is.”
“You let me do whatever I want to you.”
“I know.”
“I’ve tied you up, blindfolded you, watched porn with you, brought toys into bed.”
“I’m ovulating.”
“That explains the attitude.”
I kicked lightly at his shoulder. “Think.”
Liam narrowed his eyes. I had been insatiable all week. He had fucked me that morning, and I had spent the rest of the day sending him messages about doing it again. Now I was spread across his bed, already trembling after he had brought me close twice without letting me finish.
“Please,” I said. “Of all the things you know, there has to be something.”
Liam studied me for a moment. Then his expression changed. “Oh.”
“What?”
“I’ve got one.”
I tried to sit up. Liam pushed me back onto the pillows. “What is it?”
“You wanted a surprise.”
He moved down the bed again and kissed the inside of my thigh. His tongue returned to my clit before I could question him further. I gasped and grabbed his hair.
Liam licked me slowly, rebuilding everything he had already taken away twice. When I started moving against his mouth, he slid two fingers inside me. They curved upward. The pressure felt different immediately. Deeper. More concentrated.
“Oh, fuck.”
Liam glanced up at me. “There?”
“I don’t know.”
“Helpful.”
He repeated the movement, rubbing the same place with the pads of his fingers while his tongue circled my clit. My stomach tightened. The orgasm began gathering quickly.
“Liam.” He stopped. Completely. I stared down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying something new.”
“You’re just being cruel.”
“Patience.”
“I don’t have any.”
“Noticed.”
He withdrew his fingers and climbed over me. His cock was hard against my stomach. I reached for him, but Liam caught my wrist. “No.”
“Please.” He rubbed himself through my wetness, dragging the head over my clit. My hips lifted desperately. He pressed the tip inside me. Then pulled it out. “Liam.” He did it again. One shallow thrust, just enough to make my body open for him before he took himself away. “You’re a cunt.”
“You told me to think.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“No, you haven’t.”
He teased me until I was trying to drag him inside with my legs. Then he moved back down the bed. His tongue returned to me, and his fingers slid inside again. The pressure against my front wall was stronger now. Steady. His fingers curled repeatedly while his mouth stayed fixed on my clit.
I came close within seconds. Liam slowed. “Don’t stop.”
“Not yet.”
“I hate you.”
He laughed against me. The vibration made my body jerk. Then he resumed, faster this time. The sensation changed. The pleasure was still there, but beneath it came a sudden, urgent pressure that made panic flare through me.
I pushed at his head. “Wait.”
Liam stopped immediately. “What?”
“I need to pee.”
His eyes sharpened. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’m going to piss on you.”
“That’s not what I asked.” I tried to close my legs. Liam kept one hand resting on my thigh without forcing it open. “Sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “It might feel like that,” he said. “But you’re all right.”
“How do you know?”
“Strong suspicion.”
“That isn’t reassuring.”
His thumb stroked my thigh. “Do you want to carry on?”
The pressure was frightening, but my body was aching for him to touch me again. “Yes.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
Liam kissed the inside of my knee. “Then don’t fight it.”
He pushed his fingers back inside me. The first curl made me gasp. His tongue found my clit again, working in slow, deliberate circles while his fingers pressed insistently against that sensitive place.
The pressure returned immediately. “Liam.”
“I’ve got you.”
“I’m going to pee.”
“Then let go.” His fingers moved faster.
I grabbed the sheets. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
The pleasure rose until I could no longer separate it from the urgency. Liam sucked gently on my clit and curled his fingers one final time. Something inside me broke open. My body convulsed as warmth rushed out of me, soaking his hand, his face and the sheets beneath us. I cried out and tried to pull away.
Liam held my thigh and worked me through it until the last tremor passed. Then he sat back, staring at the ruined bed. “Fuckin’ hell.”
I covered my face. “I told you I was going to pee.”
“You didn’t.”
“Then what the fuck was that?”
Liam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I made you squirt.”
I lowered my hands. “You made me what?”
“Squirt.” He looked unbearably pleased.
“That was squirting?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m brilliant.”
“You had no idea whether that would work.”
“Had a theory.”
I looked down at the soaked sheets. “I’ve only seen that in films.”
Liam’s eyebrows lifted. “What films?”
“The ones we apparently don’t finish.” His grin widened.
My body was still shaking, but the release had left me feeling strangely empty. The desperate need from earlier had only intensified. I caught Liam around the waist with my legs. “What?”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Liam laughed softly. “So it felt good?”
“No.”
His amusement disappeared. “No?”
“No, because now I need something inside me.”
His expression darkened. “That’s how it works, apparently.”
“Please.”
Liam pushed inside me in one deep stroke. The relief tore a moan from my throat. “There she is.”
He fucked me fast, the wetness between us making every thrust loud and slippery. I held him tightly, still hypersensitive from what he had done with his mouth and fingers.
“Tell me what you wanted,” he said.
“This.”
“This what?”
“Your cock.”
“After calling me a cunt for teasing you?”
“Yes.”
“Greedy girl.”
His hand slipped between us. The first touch against my clit nearly made me scream. “Too much.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No.”
Liam smiled against my mouth. “Thought not.”
The second orgasm rushed through me while he was still moving, my body clenching hard around him. Liam swore and lost his rhythm.
“Inside,” I begged.
He pushed deep and came, pulsing inside me while I held him against me.
When he finally collapsed over me, we were both soaked, sticky and breathing hard. I touched the wetness covering his stomach.
“We’re disgusting.”
Liam looked at the sheets. Then at me. “It is what it is.” I started laughing. He kissed my cheek. “Still desperate for something new?”
I tightened my legs around him. “Ask me again in ten minutes.”