Good boy. | 18+ LL30 x Reader
Pairings: Liam Lawson x Reader (Gender unspecified)
Notes: IM SORRY IF THIS IS RUSHED OR THERES ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS OR MISSPELLINGS. this is my first f1 fic and i HAD to get this out. also… might take requests if people are interested so hit my ask box with that!! NSFW!! MDNI
Word Count: 1.7k
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The first time you called Liam “good boy”, it was an innocent joke. You had seen his reaction on the VCARB instagram, the way the gears turned in his head as he processed those two words. You could’ve sworn there was the faintest hint of blush seeping into his face, a nervous laugh escaping him as the video ended. You had filed that incident under the “further investigation needed” folder in your brain - Liam had always been cagey about what he liked in the bedroom, wanting to focus on you, solely on you. But this? This was the perfect ammunition to open up a conversation. Underneath his bashfulness, he always preened under praise and compliments. You had a hunch, and admin had fueled the fire.
It was a nice, relaxing day off for the both of you - there was a week between races, so you had decided to binge your favorite TV series. You’d already seen it three times over, but Liam only caught bits and pieces, so a rainy day was perfect for staying in and snuggling on the couch. Your legs were draped over his lap, scrolling on your phone while he watched your show of choice. As you scrolled, that video popped up once again, the faintest of smirks encroaching on your face.
“What’s that about? See something funny?” Liam muses, a hand gently rubbing your calf as he lazes about.
“Mmm, you could say that.” Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow, head leaned against the back of the couch as he examines you.
“Well, no need to be tightlipped about it, then.”
“You sure you wanna know?”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Oh, god, it’s not one of the VCARB shorts, is it?”
“You’re moving in the right direction.”
“Which one?” He laughed, passing a hand over his face. They were always making him do stupid shit.
“The one where they call you… good boy.”
“Oh, Christ-” He immediately squirms a bit, shaking his head and struggling to appear nonchalant. “Yeah, that was dumb.”
“Was it? Are you so sure about that?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you liked it. Do you like being called a good boy?”
“N- no, shut up!” Liam moved to get up, but you were faster. Before either of you could process anything, you were straddling his lap, looking down at him with a near-evil grin. “Babe-“
“What? C’mon, your reaction told me something different. I think you like being called a good boy.” The protest he was forming dies on his lips, and you feel him melt ever so slightly under you. You leaned forward, capturing his lips in your own, a hand threading through his hair and tugging gently. This earned a gasp from him, causing you to pull back with a smirk.
“What’s that? Does my good boy like having his hair pulled?” A breathy whine escapes your boyfriend, and you tug again, punctuated with a roll of your hips against him. He was already getting hard.
“Oh, sweet boy. Use your words.”
“Christ-“ He barely chokes out, face flushed beautifully. The next words you could only faintly hear.
“Speak up, baby. Don’t go mumbling on me here.”
“Wanna… be your… good boy,” the last two words fell from his lips, and you were in heaven. That was all you needed. Your hands dropped to his lap and began fumbling with his shorts, relishing in the gasp escaping your boyfriend as your warm hand met his cock.
“What’re-“ You leaned in and captured his lips in your own, sloppily making out with him as you gave him a light squeeze. However, as soon as his hands touched you, you pulled back.
“Ah, none of that. Hands to yourself.”
“What?!”
“I’m taking care of you,” you leaned in closer to nip at his earlobe. “So be a good boy, and keep those hands next to you, or I’ll have to tie you up.” Oh, the way his cock twitched so deliciously almost made you feral.
“Jesus, babe, I-“ His face was beautifully flushed, lips parted and pupils blown wide as he looked up at you. God, he’s beautiful. Your free hand trails up his torso to rest lightly on his jaw while you loosely, slowly jerk him off, feeling him slowly getting harder by the second. His hands flex beside him, fingers digging into the soft cushions.
“Mmm? Feels good?” Liam struggles to hold back a groan, your eyes narrowing. Your hand grips his jaw lightly, your thumb brushing against his lips. They parted almost immediately, eyes fluttering. “Don’t want to answer? Guess I’ll have to otherwise occupy this mouth, then. But be a good boy, and keep your eyes on me. If you can’t do that, well…” You trail off, pushing your digit past his full lips, feeling his mouth eagerly wrap around you. “I’ll have to take matters further into my own hands.” A whine tears itself out from Liam’s chest, his beautiful blue eyes locking with yours, a simple look of desperation decorating his face. His hips buck up into your hand, and you push down on his tongue, gripping him tighter as you force your finger deeper into his mouth.
“Keep those hips still. I know it’s hard, sweet boy, but be good for me, okay?” You cooed, gripping his dick ever so slightly tighter as you sped up the pace. He moans at your words, muscled arms trembling with the effort it takes to keep him from grabbing at your body, your clothes, anything to keep him anchored as you continue to pleasure him. You can’t help but let out a soft moan of your own, feeling yourself grind your own hips down against his lap. He sucked so obediently on your thumb as you gripped his jaw, feeling his stubble rub against your palm. His hips twitched involuntarily, eyes pleading with you not to stop as he fought to keep control over his body while you jerked him off, twisting your hand with every stroke.
“Aw, look at those desperate eyes, baby boy. You like when I take care of you?” He barely manages a nod, a whine escaping him when you remove your thumb from his mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you two. “Go ahead, use your words.”
“Fuck,” he pants, head dropping back against the headrest. “Please, babe, god…”
“C’mon, I know you can do better than that,” You punctuated your words by moving a bit quicker again, relishing in the heavy throb from his cock.
“Please, please, makin’ me feel so good, want more, want you, please let me touch you, please baby, please…”
“Aww, look at that, what a good boy for me! You’re doing so well, keeping so still even though you want to fuck up into my hand. I suppose I could be nice and let you touch me,” you hummed, watching his hands twitch and lift from the couch slightly at the thought. “Go ahead, baby.” Liam did not delay, his hands flying to your hips and gripping tightly, a low moan escaping him as he pulled you closer. His lips found yours and trapped you in an eager, passionate kiss, his head positively swimming with pleasure. Breathy pleas escaped him between your lips, desperately clinging to you as he grew ever closer. As his desperation mounted, you smiled against him, timing yourself perfectly.
“Babe- I… fuck, please, gettin’ close, gonna-” And with that, you pulled your hand back, letting his cock smack against his stomach as his eyes flew open, a pathetic whine spilling from him. “Wh- nononono, please, please, oh my god!”
“Ah ah, I told you I’m taking care of you. I’m not ready for you to come yet. Relax, sweetheart,” you lean forwards, kissing his neck as you feel his hips buck, desperate for friction as his orgasm fades, Liam letting out breathy whimpers as he squeezes his eyes shut. You vaguely register the steel grip he has on your hips - that was definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow morning. You can feel his control wavering, desperation begging to override his want to be good for you.
“Please,” he whispers the word hoarsely, like a prayer, chest heaving with desire. It almost makes you moan, seeing him like this, heat shooting right to your core.
“Oh, god, how can I deny you?” You mumble against his neck, hand returning to his member as you resume pumping him in your fist, desperate to make him cum now. “So pretty, so good for me, such a good boy…”
Liam jolts as you start again, mouth practically hanging open as his head swims with pleasure, one hand dropping to squeeze at the meat of your thigh, the other pushing under your shirt to splay across the small of your back, pulling you ever closer to him. His hips buck shamelessly now, drawing moans out of you as it builds friction in your jeans.
“G-God, fuck, please baby, please…”
“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, “Oh, God, please, please let me cum for you, wanna be good for you!”
“Go ahead, then. Let me take care of you. Be good for me. Cum.” That’s all it takes, his breath quickening as his fingertips dig into you, feeling his cock pulse in your grip as he plummets from the edge, wanton groans escaping him that the neighbors will definitely hear. You feel the warmth of his cum spill over your fingers as you continue stroking him through his orgasm, unable to help yourself as you bite down on the crook of his neck, grinding your hips down against him. Slowly but surely, he comes down from his high, jerking a bit as you give him a few final pumps of his overly sensitive head, his eyes fluttering as he struggles to catch his breath. You hum against him, pressing gentle kisses against the red mark you left on his neck.
“Hah… fuck…” He manages out a weak chuckle, hands moving to rub soothing circles against your skin, as if in apology for gripping you too tightly. “Shit.”
“You okay, baby?”
“Am I okay?” Liam asks incredulously, a grin on his face as he laughs again, gently pushing you back so you can look at him. “Fuck, babe, I’m more than okay.” You giggle, pushing a few sweaty strands of hair out of his face.
“Good. I knew you were a good boy.” He can’t help but to roll his eyes, the smallest noise of protest escaping him. “Oh, you can’t hide it from me anymore!”
“Maybe not. But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe you’ll let your good boy take care of you now?”
