‧ ₊❝ SUGAR, SUGAR BABY ⭑.ᐟ
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis; after your old, shitty budget studio shuts down. you're lucky enough to receive an offer for a new contract at the most well-known, high end studio instead! you're a little nervous after being considered “inexperienced” and “amateur” at best. but don’t worry, your agent has secured your first video to be with the liam gallagher. he’s been in the industry for years, let alone your muse for the last few years as you’ve slowly climbed your way up the ranks. little did you know he’s been keeping an eye on you, watching all ur cute little videos with those men he knows can’t satisfy you properly. he can see it in ur face while you’re getting “fucked” in those cheapskate videos, and god he just wants to show you how it really is on the other side.
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing; 2000's pornstar!liam gallagher x fem pornstar!reader warnings; 18+, nsfw, pornstar au, hair pulling, praise, oral (m! + f!receiving), multiple orgasms but not overstim, filming during sex, kinda rough sex, cum play, degradation, liam is pretty soft with you for the most part, reader calls liam sir/mr. gallagher, petnames, vaginal fingering, panty stuffing, crying, etc! word count; 6.8k
a/n; i had one thought and couldn't stop myself. i hope you guys enjoy all of it!
“this is the last one,” your new manager gives you half a smile as he slides a document covered in legalese, clauses and words you've never seen before. you tap your pen against your cheek, looking up at him with a little bit of confusion. “it's a form consenting to everything and verifying that everything you've signed off on is true.”
you read through the contract, a little nervous especially with your last studio's scandal dragging behind you. but it never came up. not in the phone call, not in the interview, and not even once since you began filling out the paperwork. your last studio was nothing “glamorous.” it was old and shitty, everything a budget porn studio could be without being illegal. but it was a job.
you had been competing with your now new studio, and honestly, it was unfair that you hadn't been offered a contract here sooner. you suppose you had a lack of experience at this new studio, and they seemed to take professionalism a lot more seriously than your last one. you had heard about them through your other co-stars, specifically a name.
liam gallagher.
you were no fool, you knew exactly who he was. you had shamefully watched his videos a little more than you'd like to admit, but how could you resist? every girl he'd been with always looked like they had the time of his life — it didn't even look like acting. it looked like something so real, like they were actually enjoying themselves. and honestly, you weren't sure if you longed for him or just longed to be fucked like the girls.
black ink glides across the paper, smooth and formal. your manager tucks the paper into your file before extending his hand. your palm presses against his in a firm handshake and fixes you with a meaningful look.
“welcome,” he says before opening the door for you and leading you out of the small room. “ready for your first shoot?”
“ready as i'll ever be.” you respond automatically, a smile making its way across your face as he nods.
“perfect, follow me.”
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before you can overthink too much, you're already at the door with your manager in front of you. you can hear the chatter of voices inside, mainly the relaxed tones of conversation, and a familiar, loud mancunian floating through the thin walls. your manager opens the door, and all heads turn towards you.
“there's our lady of the hour!”
your entire body locks up as none other than the liam gallagher is standing in front of you, shaking your hand like it was the most casual thing in the world. you're a little gobsmacked and taken aback, unable to stop yourself from blinking incredulously a few times.
“name's liam,” he announces with a humble jerk of his thumb like he isn't the biggest star in the industry currently. his voice trails off, something about the camera crew standing to the side, but you don't really hear it — you're more focused on just how big he is. he's a lot taller than you, and his energy is smooth and yet uncontained and ecstatic at the same time. the corner of his lips tug into a sleazy, disarming smile and you can feel your inner thighs quiver. “—there's bit more improv in this one, but yer' manager seemed to know i was the right guy for the job, guess he thought ya' would need someone a little more... experienced.”
he's standing in front of you, his beefy arms now crossed over his chest with a friendly smile on his face, his tone dripping with smugness as he talks. he knows how good he looks, and you can't help but succumb to the heat beginning to burn through your cunt.
“yeah i think so too,” you smile back at him despite the way you blacked out at some point while he was talking. you'd seen him on camera and had watched a countless amount of his videos before. guiltily, you would admit you had watched some of his videos before shooting with your ex, unsightly co-workers. an electric thrill sizzles through your stomach, nerves bubbling in your thought. despite your obvious nerves, you figure it would only be polite to introduce yourself to him. “nice to meet you though, liam. i'm y/n.”
“trust me babe, i know who you are,” liam clicks his tongue as the corner of his mouth stretches into a devilish smirk, the predatory glint in his eyes making you shrink underneath his gaze. “'s a pleasure to be working with 'ya.”
the nickname slides off his tongue so dangerously it makes your cunt clench, leaving a sparking hot trail to descend between your thighs. your breath hitches in your chest, cheeks heating as you stare up at him, eyelashes fluttering. the tension coils in the air, as you maintain eye-contact, his teeth teasingly sinking into his plump lower lip, eyes trailing down over your body before sliding back up to meet your gaze.
“good afternoon, y/n,” the director steps in, saving you from the thick tension now sizzling through the air with a polite handshake. “i'll just give you a brief rundown of the shoot today, if that's alright? it'll be a simple, low-key debut for your first video.”
shamefully, your eyes shift back over to where liam stands behind the director, still towering over the both of you. his arms are still crossed over his chest, the muscles in his forearms twitching as he shifts his weight between his feet, his smile knowing as he catches your eye once more. your thighs squeeze together, and his grin only grows wider. you shift, suddenly starting to feel like his prey more than anything.
“— alright, now that that's out of the way,” the director's voice pulls you back into reality, causing you to swallow harshly, relieving the dryness in your throat. “if you want to take a seat on that couch right there, we can go ahead and get started.”
you nod before turning on your heels and walking over to the couch, deliberately avoiding any more prolonged eye-contact with liam out of fear of ruining the shoot. you adjust the hem of your skirt, smoothing out the fabric and adjusting your skimpy shirt before looking back over at the director and their crew.
a few people busy themselves with angling the cameras towards you and liam, others situating the microphones and such around you. hanta situations himself in a chair behind a desk, his hands clasped together over the table, looking like he's in command of everything. the director looks through the camera a few times, lifting his head up and tilting to the side to make sure everything was in order before shooting a thumbs up.
“ok, remember guys, you can call cut at any time,” the director repeats before nodding at the two of you, waiting until both of you nod back in confirmation. “okay and...action!”
“so,” liam immediately snaps into character, his voice husky and deep, carrying that tone of confidence that makes your knees weak. “how'd you hear 'bout us? what brings a pretty thing like yerself to our label?”
“oh y'know,” your voice wavers for a second as you unintentionally focus on the multitude of cameras filming you from every angle possible. liam's gaze hardens for a second, his chin tilting upwards. and suddenly, all your attention is sitting right on him. “i've seen quite a few ads online and through magazines and stuff, but i've also heard really great things from some friends.”
“oh, is that so, darlin'?” clear and effortless, his words roll straight of his tongue, dripping with that charisma that just came so naturally off him. he leans forward, looking at you directly in the eye. your breath hitches, the twitch of your throat so miniscule that only liam sees it. “tell me, what “really good things” have ya' heard then, hm?”
“i've heard that you guys are quite...experienced,” your voice slips into something sultrier, allowing the two of you to slip into the mood a little more. your face grows warm as liam leans back in the chair, hands clasped behind his head, exuding that sleezy confidence once more. “i haven't really been in the rock and roll scene before, but i wouldn't mind given it a try!”
liam's lips curl into a devilish smirk — like the one before — and his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. it's acting. it's fake, and yet, your thighs are squeezing together as his eyes shamelessly rake down your clothed body; silently daring you.
“'ya seem nervous,” liam mentions offhandedly, swivelling around in that damn office chair like he owned the place. “am i making 'ya nervous, sweetheart?”
“....no,” you mumble, fumbling over your words for a second. you suck in a harsh breath before replying, smoothing your sweaty palms over the fabric of your skirt. “i'm just so incredibly grateful to be here, really.”
liam's eyebrows shoot upwards at your response, his smile growing wider as if he was proud of your quick recover. for someone so “inexperienced” in this industry, your acting was rather...good, if he dared so say himself. especially for a “newbie.” a quiet chuckle fell from his lips, only causing your cunt to twitch at the sound.
“now, now, bit eager, are we?” liam questions through a chuckle, leaning back against the table, his hands clasped together, knuckles resting underneath his nose. “i will say, our producers are gonna love 'ya. might even be able to get 'cha a shoot by tomorrow mornin', if i pull some strings f'ya.”
a genuine smile spreads across your face, as well as a small, surprised gasp. and fuck, you don't even realise how innocent it makes you look. and you especially don't realise how much it turns liam on. he's getting fidgety in his seat, and he leans forward even more, propping his chin up on his fist.
“really?” your voice swells as you speak, a hand finding its way to your chest. “thank you sooo much mr. gallagher! you will not regret having me on board! oh gosh, how could i ever repay you?”
oh. you even sound so excited!
“i reckon i've got a few ideas,” liam snickers sleazily, tilting his head downwards against his fist. your smile wavers, a nervous expression flickering past your face, suddenly feeling like prey under his heavy gaze. he spins his chair around to the side, resting his cheek on his propped-up fist while his other hand beckons you over with a flick of his index and middle finger. “c'mere, babe.”
you hesitate, nervously looking over at the director with a gulp, though you play it off as naturally looking around the room as if you were surveying the area. the director nods, making a “scooting” motion.
“c'mon,” liam repeats, his voice lighter and more comforting, lips pulled into a small wince as he juts his head in the same direction as where he's seated away from you in tandem with the flick of his fingers. “promise i won't bite.”
“what are you gonna make me do, mr. gallagher?” you murmur, with a pout as you walk over to him. liam almost leans his head back, a sweat beginning to break underneath his collar at just how well you're playing along with the scene; you're selling this nervous, virgin-turned slut image so fucking well that liam's cock is twitching behind the fabric of his jeans. “...didn't know this offer came with strings attached.”
“part of the industry, innit?” liam murmurs, eyes hooded with barely contained desire. you're standing in front of him on his side of the desk and he's looking at you like you're about to be his next meal. you can't help but shudder at how intense it all feels. “on yer' knees babe.”
you immediately drop onto your knees, so pliant and obedient that it almost makes liam shudder. instead, a surprised laugh is ripped from his throat as you stare up at him through your lashes, your wide doe-eyes making his knees feel a little weak.
“that easy, huh? thought 'cha was a singer, not some kinda pornstar.”
“i could be both.” you shoot back, eyes meeting his in a heated glance. liam's eyebrows shoot upward, amazed at both your confidence and immediate response. you've forgotten the director and camera crew were even there, solely focused on the man sitting in front of you, legs spread wide and his heavy cock sitting hard against his slacks.
“is that right?” liam's voice drops an octave, leaning forward until his entire hand cages the top of your head, forcing your head forwards until your face is pressed against his crotch. you let out a small yelp as you topple over, the sound muffled by the thick denim as your slightly open mouth lands on his clothed crotch. you can feel how thick and heavy is cock, and the mere thought makes your entire cunt quiver. his fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head back to allow you to position yourself a little neater between his thighs. “tch, thought you'd be better than this since you were so incredibly eager, hm?”
“'m sorry mr. gallagher,” you damn near whine, the sinful sound making liam's cock stir as you stare up at him before opening your mouth, your tongue rolling out to slide against the fabric. he gasps, the grip on your hair tightening out of surprise. you smile with your mouth open before continuing to slide your tongue over the fabric, even going as far to mouth over his clothed cock. “is this okay? just wanna show how thankful i am, sir.”
“...shit,” liam breathes out, head falling back as the soft, barely noticeable warm spreads through his abdomen. he really shouldn't be so damn excited off something as simple as this — something he's had plenty of during his time in this industry. but you just look so fucking cute, eyes wide and curious like you're genuinely wondering if you're doing good. “yeah, baby, be a bit better with the real thing though, don't 'cha reckon?”
“i—okay. yeah—yes, um. i'll do it for the, um, job.” your true persona shines through in your breathless response, and you can both feel and see the way his cock twitches in his jeans. you catch yourself as you begin to unbuckle his belt before hooking your fingers around his waistband and dragging his jeans down his thighs. “i'll do anything for the job, mr. gallagher.”
you yank his boxers right off his ankles and toss them behind you, seeming a little more eager than you wanted. liam chuckles again, the sound making your cunt clench around nothing, the desperate, annoying throb settling between your legs making your head dizzy with impatience.
liam's cock springs free, and your eyes widen as it slaps up against his lower abdomen. it looks nearly as good as you imagined — if not better. it's thick and long, the pretty pink tip glimmering with small beads of pre-cum, twitching as you stare at it with bright eyes. his chest swells with pride, and yes, he is well aware of how well-endowed he is. but seeing you stare up at him with stars in his eyes only strokes his ego. quite literally.
your hand apprehensively wraps around the base of his cock, and his spine straightens eagerly, fingers tightening around your head as your warm breath dances across the sensitive skin of his cock. you look up at him once more before your pretty pink tongue experimentally laps at the head of his cock, the salty beads of pre-cum flooding your tastebuds. it tastes musky and it's so undeniably him that it makes your head spin.
you smile up at him nervously as one of the crew members silently steps closer, holding onto a large camera. they tilt it downwards just as you tentatively open your mouth, lips wrapping around the tip and sucking ever so lightly. your tongue languidly swirls over the underside of his cock before curling around the tip. liam sucks in a harsh breath as you sliding further down towards the base, his pure girth stretching your jaw open with each bob of your head.
hips twitch forwards involuntarily, forcing his cock further into your mouth. yet, you don't falter, you just stare up at him with bright eyes, falling into a rhythm that works for you. with each bob of your head, you slowly take his cock inch by inch until your lips are kissing against the small trail of hair against his lower abdomen. a dull ache settles in the corners of your jaw as you open your mouth wider to curl your tongue around the underside of his cock, dragging your silky tongue across the prominent vein. liam's spine straightens as a harsh shiver crawls through his spine, a warm, soft pleasure spreading through his lower body and beginning to burn through his lower abdomen.
“that's it, baby, fuck, just like that,” liam murmurs, his head tilting backwards for a brief second. his voice is almost clipped, a tint of strain held deep within the octave as she speaks. “reckon yer' a natural.”
the taste of him — something earthy and subtly sweet — has your cunt clenching around nothing, a desperate pulse settling within your clit. and it's heavy on your tongue, the weight of his cock sliding even deeper with each movement of your head; tears of both strain and delight dot against the corner of your eyes, causing you to clench them shut as his tip hits the back of your throat. you gag involuntarily, and everything tightens so deliciously around him that he can't help but let out a moan, fingers winding even tighter in your hair.
“shit, baby...” his voice is breathless and airy. you moan ever so softly around his cock, your mouth stuffed so damn full that saliva begins to build up at the corners of your mouth. liam laughs, all cocky and full of himself, but so ruined while you can feel your clit throb with desperation. his free hand cups your cheek, wiping away the beads of spit away. “that desperate, are we? just fuckin' gagging fer it.”
you moan in response, struggling to breathe as his heavy cock continues to stuff your mouth full, your pace only increasing and growing a little sloppier with each bob. your free hand reaches up to caress his balls, and liam's eyes roll backwards. something salty gathers faintly in the back of your throat and he drags you off his cock, drawing his hips backwards. you look up at him with wide eyes as his hand slides over his cock, the other holding you in place right in front of him.
you instinctively open your mouth, tongue lolling out and liam's gone. warm spurts of his cum land over your cheeks and tongue, a soft, dirty moan escaping liam's lips as his hips buck forward into his fist. he's a little embarrassed that only your mouth had him cumming over your face like a damn teenager.
nobody has ever had him like this before.
you're both sitting in the shocked silence before liam remembers the cameras are rolling. his thick fingers run across your cheeks, scooping off the residue of his cum before swiping his wet fingers across your tongue. his lips curl into a smile as you eagerly swallow it without another thought, the warmth of his palm heavy against the top of your head.
“yeah, there's our cute lil' rockstar there, huh? look at 'ya...dirty lil' slut.” liam says with a wolfish smile, and you're swallowing harshly, the musky aftertaste of him still sitting heavy against your tongue. your thighs squeeze together, and his eyes flicker downwards towards your clothed cunt, his smile growing more devilish and wider.
god he just wants to fucking ruin you—
“cut!”
the camera stops rolling in the nick of time, and liam's immediately helping you up onto your feet and carefully smoothing his fingers back through your hair. with a soft sound, you push yourself upwards with the help of his hand. your eyes have glazed over with a noticeable desire for more, but the director steps forward before either of you can do anything off camera. cause lord knows, liam's struggling to contain himself with the way your legs are visibly shaking from pure need.
“that was really good, guys! are you both doing okay? i've got some water for you guys as well,” the director is immediately fretting over the two of you, and it warms your heart to realise this really might be the place for you. and if you had to do more scenes with liam...you would gladly. “also liam...haven't seen that from 'ya before.”
“what can i say? she's just fuckin mad,” liam chuckles, hardly embarrassed as he takes a bottle of water and hands it to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. he tilts his own bottle of water towards you before speaking once more. “guess i've gotta pay 'ya back now, hm?”
“oh it's okay—”
“nah, nah,” liam immediately shuts down your polite refusal after taking a sip of water before handing it back to the director. “i insist, babe. i've seen 'ya videos, and trust, yer' missing out. just want your debut video to be fuckin' sound, alright?”
you hesitate, looking between him and the director with a small smile. your thighs squeeze together, and the three of you already know the answer.
“'s alright, babe,” liam gently pats your shoulder. “i'll make it good f'ya, baby, promise. you'll be okay.”
a bundle of warmth ignites in your chest as a shy smile dawns across your face. you nod silently before he leads you back over to the couch, and he quickly looks over his shoulder at the director.
“we'll fade away to the next scene, if you'd like to undress, y/n.”
“i reckon it'd be better if we showed me undressing her, yeah?” liam suggested slyly, shooting you a quick wink before turning back over to the director. “make it more suitable for the plot, d'ya know what i mean?”
he turns back to you, a sly grin on his face.
“plus, i'd like to savour it as much as i can, yeah?”
his words make your face warm and your heart flutter. you avert your eyes with a shy smile, before standing back in front of the couch, staring at him expectantly. he winks at you again before turning back to the director and shooting him a thumbs up.
“just let us know if yer' uncomfy, 'right?” he says with a meaningful look in his eye, his hands reaching out to caress your waist. “promise i'll make 'ya feel good, 'kay?”
“and... action!”
liam makes quick work of your clothes, snapping back into his “character” once more without another word. his hands loop under the underside of your skimpy little shirt, slowly pulling it up and off your torso, but not without pressing a small kiss against your cheek. it seems a little too intimate for the scene, but it has your legs shaking, your cunt beginning to slick up the fabric of your panties once more.
“'s alright, 've got 'cha,” he whispers, almost too quiet for the nearby mic to pick up. “just gotta see if yer' really...rock star material, babe.”
he helps you shimmy your skirt off until you're left into your matching set, the lacey, baby pink fabric make his heart stutter in his chest. liam can hardly believe he finally has you, and god, he's on the verge of losing his restraint. he steps closer, his thick fingers beginning to unclasp your bra before letting it fall off your body.
liam gently shoves you down onto the couch before dropping to his knees, his hands soft and gentle as he slowly pushes your thighs apart. his fingers dance over your inner thighs, his eyes shifting downwards to look at your clothed cunt. there's a cute little wet spot beginning to form on the fabric.
the calloused pad of his fingers slides down towards your cunt, each gentle drag of his fingers over the fabric sending warm shocks up your spine. you're already shaking — your breaths coming out in short, quiet pants, thighs beginning to tremble with anticipation. he draws the scene out — mainly for your own sake — by beginning to rub small, teasing circles over the wet spot with a devilish grin on his face.
“so worked up already darlin',” he murmurs, voice airy while his other hand begins to rub small circles over the skin of your hip. he leans down, continuing his ministrations while pressing a delicate, chaste kiss across your lower stomach. he feels you tense, a quiet shaky breath falling from your lips. “calm down, haven't even given 'ya the job yet.”
your face burns with embarrassment, the tip of your ears growing warm as you swivel your head away, avoiding his intense gaze. his fingers finally move away to hook around the side of the fabric stretched over your cunt, silently asking for permission. you nod eagerly, shifting your hips side to side as the cool air hits your bare cunt.
he lets a small chuckle slip from his lips before lowering his head, eyes continuing to linger on your own. you suck in a quick breath, tilting your head forward to watch him. it wasn't like you hadn't done it before — but this time was different. you were about to let the liam gallagher have you — all of you. arousal brewed under your skin, burning low and hungry in the depths of your abdomen, your neglected clit beginning to pulse with hungry desperation.
“fuuuck, look at you,” he coos, voice doting and sweet but also holding a slight strain. “all spread out 'n' cute, fuckin' perfect f'me.”
his warm breath billows across your cunt, eyes falling shut as he places a soft, longing kiss directly atop your puffy clit. you shudder at the warm feeling, immediately growing desperate and hungry for more. he chuckles before flattening his thick tongue against your cunt, dragging upwards until the tip of his tongue curls over your clit. his hands find their way to your hips, gripping so tightly like he's worried to lose you.
you taste exactly like he expected — all sweet and easy on his tongue. and fuck you're so responsive that you're already rolling your hips up into his mouth, forcing his tongue to roll over your swollen clit, each flick of his tongue making a sigh of pleasure escape you. liam remembers all your cheap little videos he watched, watching you screw your face up into faux pleasure as your useless co-stars spent little time between your legs, not even bothering to make you really cum beforehand. but he'd fix that for you, wouldn't he?
your body is burning, warm heat spreading all throughout your body as you gasp, hands gripping his hair as his lips wrap around you, only amplifying the waves of pleasure rolling through you. your thighs are clenching, quivering around his head. each and every movement of his is perfectly calculated precise, and it only makes you incredibly overwhelmed. you've never felt like this before, too used to sloppy, uncalculated movements from all the men before. it's overwhelming and just enough at the same time — he knows exactly what you like, what you need. he knows everything, and yet, there's still more to give.
your hips buck sharply against his mouth as a rough pad of his finger gently circles around your entrance, collecting your abundance of slick dripping out of you. his lips curl into a smirk as you clench before he's gently pressing his finger inside of you, eyelids fluttering open to look up at you. he moans against you as your expression morphs into something sinful but real.
you let out a little whimper as he pulls his mouth away from your drenched cunt, his plump lips covered in a mixture of saliva and slick, and his chin already beginning to glisten. you're beginning to whine as he curls his finger up inside of you, hitting that little spot inside of you that makes you gasp.
“o-oh shit.” you moan before your mind falls completely and utterly blank, causing liam to chuckle. it feels so good that a pathetic plea leaves your lips, the words leaving your mouth despite knowing what you're actually begging for.
“atta girl,” he praises, slowly dragging his fingers against your walls, hitting every little spot you need. “takin' me so easily already. yer' my dirty lil' girl, aren't cha, sweetie?”
“ah! yeah—yes!” you cry out as he increases the pace of his finger inside of you, his head dropping back down on your clit just as quick as it left. his tongue laps up each and every drop of arousal leaking from your clenching hole before sloppily sliding his tongue back over your needy, throbbing clit. “just f'you—oh fuck!”
your mind is filled with a thick, hazy desire that begins to cloud your conscious, rendering you completely insatiable as his tongue flicks over your messy cunt, his finger ruthlessly pressing inside of your cunt, fucking you so hard you can already feel your orgasm beginning to brew within you. once your thighs begin to tremble, muscles clenching and unclenching rhythmically like your body doesn't know what to do with itself, liam's pressing another finger inside you.
it burns through you so deliciously, your spine curling as another pathetic plea leaves your lips. it curls inside of you, the calloused pads of his fingers pressing that little spot inside of you with every intention of ruining you for every other man. liam's tongue lashes over your clit, the tip of his continuously sliding around your clenching hole, desperate to collect every last drop of your syrupy slick like he'll never have you again.
“liam—” you cry out, breathless as your hips try and arch off the couch. you know you probably shouldn't be calling him that in the scene, but you're so fucked out you can't even bring yourself to care even a little. his free hand grips tighter around your thigh, pulling your back down while staring up at you through half-lidded eyes. he's afraid to miss it, but he's glad they're filming because he'll be watching this video over and over again until he has another chance to ruin you.
he's panting into your wet cunt, his mind thick with haze, and he's losing himself in the taste of you, needing you. needing more. he sucks your clit back into his warm mouth, tongue flicking relentless over it with quick, ruthless strokes. your moans fall into something higher-pitched, and needier. and he knows he's got you.
“c'mon, babe,” he hums low in his throat, voice muffled by your messy cunt. “show me how cute 'cha look when 'ya cum 'round my fingers.”
"liam—fuck!" you whine, voice pitched with a sense of urgency as your orgasm began to burn throughout your stomach. his words unravel you completely, your body curling inwards as you press the warmth of his body harder against you, craving his contact. your cunt clenches around him, clit throbbing and twitching as he presses a soft kiss over it, only extending the length of your orgasm. small after-shocks ebb through you, your body unwinding as you fall back against the mattress, breathing in as much air as you can.
you're spread out against the couch, skin burning warm and covered in a thin layer of sweat with one arm slung over your eyes, toes still curling as you come down from your high. you've never felt like that before, your aftershocks still twitching through you as liam caresses your waist.
“you okay, love?”
“cut!”
“nah, nah,” liam calls out, not even bothering to look over at the director. “let's finish the scene now, yer' okay with that right?”
you nod with a dazed smile, your cute little stunned expression only making his cock throb harder. liam doesn't wait to hear the director out before he's smashing his lips against yours, hungry and desperate. one hand reaches up to cup your cheek, guiding your jaw in tandem with his own rhythm, his other hand sliding up over your body, gripping at whatever he can. he pulls away, hands finding their way to your bare chest and squeezes your tits lightly before sliding his hands back down to your hips.
before you can gather your thoughts, liam's turning you around and bending you over the couch, his warm palms sliding over your bare ass to give the crew enough time to reposition their cameras to film you. your cunt swipes against his cock as you adjust yourself, lifting your hips a little higher. his fingers dig into your hips and anticipation bubbles in your chest, only fuelling the heavy tension and desperation held thick in the air.
you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, bambi-eyed and nervous as you instinctively spread your legs open wider. liam lets out a heavy sigh, leaning his head back, overwhelmed and honestly, a little light-headed by the sight of you bent over for him, ready to give him all of you. your pulse thrums under your skin, adrenaline and anticipation coursing thick through your veins as liam spits on his hand before giving himself a few preparatory strokes.
your breath hitches as the wet tip of his cock presses against your entrance, the pressure suddenly incredibly real and daunting. he looks back up at you with a small smirk, and you don't even have to say anything before he's sinking his thick cock inside of you. it's a tight fit and an even tighter stretch —each inch punches a gasp out of your lungs and leaves you breathless, shaking against him.
he leans forward over your small frame, his free hand sneaking underneath you to begin rubbing small, tight circles over your sensitive clit. you gasp, cunt clenching down against his thick length. your entire body warms before liam pulls back until only the tip is left inside before slamming the rest of his length inside of you.
“fuck!” you gasp out, fighting the urge to keep your eyes from rolling backwards as the sharp pleasure cuts clean through you. liam snickers before grinding his cock deep inside of you, continuing to rub small circles over your puffy bundle of nerves, planning on fucking you so hard you forget it's all being filmed.
incoherent mumbles and whines begin to slip out of your mouth, nothing that he can understand, but he just leans over you to press a chaste kiss against the nape of your neck before looking to his left, and then his right. he reaches for your discarded panties and offers them up to your mouth. he's planning to make you scream, and this is a better chance of preventing your desperate little sounds from being picked up as background noise on the other videos being filmed nearby.
“good girl,” liam hisses out through gritted teeth, his voice low and quiet, quiet enough for the microphones to not pick up what he's saying. “keep your eyes on the lens babe, want all of this on camera, yeah?”
you nod feverishly in response, barely able to keep your head up as he rams his cock inside of you, stuffing you so full to the brim that you swear you can almost feel him in your chest. he bullies his cock deep inside of you, stretching your cunt out in a way that renders you absolutely speechless. a graceless, whiny sob tears out of your throat, just barely muffled by your wet panties, and it only spurs liam on even more.
you can feel yourself getting all worked up all to quickly; your cunt is clenching uncontrollably as liam grinds his hips against yours, your eyes rolling backwards as each rough thrust sends your body forward, slamming you against the raggedy old couch. your cunt swallows him whole, slicking dripping down your thighs as your entire body moulds to him, stretching you open like you were made for it. made for him.
“o-oh, oh shit!” your mouth falls open in a sob as the tip of his cock kisses that same spot inside of you, causing tears of pleasure to bubble against your waterline. stars shoot across your vision, small sparks of electricity coursing through you as he fucks you into oblivion. he's panting behind you, ragged breaths hot and balmy. “right there—oh god—right fucking there, don't stop, fuck, please don't stop!”
“shh, babe, 've got 'cha,” he murmurs through clenched teeth. “takin' it so fuckin' well.”
slick pours from your soaked, stuffed cunt and makes the slide of skin against skin all the more filthy. his cock is thick and curved, lodged in all of those places you could possibly want it; each nudge of the tip just grazing your cervix is controlled. just barely. but you can feel the strain of restraint behind his thrusts.
god, just the thought of him destroying your cunt this much — ruining you for every other man — while also still holding back is enough to push the tears over your lash line. liam chokes out a groan, his grip on your hips beginning to throw you back into his thrusts, only making your audible sobs louder and needier.
“fuck—fuck! i can't, i'm gonna—i'm so close!” you sob. you've stopped making sense, and liam can almost make out what you're babbling through your wet panties; each word is broken and choked, thanks to him knocking the air from your lungs with each thrust. your head is falling forwards, teeth clenching around the panties and impending euphoria surges through you, burning and coiling so tight inside of your stomach you fear you're going to burst. spurred on by your words, he drives his hips harder into you, pulling you back into his cock; each thrust hits so much harder than it did before. “p-please, liam, 'm gonna cum—you're gonna make me cum—!”
liam grins, wicked and vicious. you can hardly focus on anything with the way his fingers slide messily over your clit. the burning pleasure cuts through you, your mind falling blank as liam brings you to the edge. that's right. he's going to make you cum.
“that's it, babe,” liam moans, no longer caring if it's picked up on the video or not. “tell 'em. tell everyone who's fucking you this good.”
your breath escapes you in a vicious sob of his name again, hands scrambling at the tattered fabric of the couch, trying to cling onto something to keep yourself stable. but you're so fucking gone, it's just too much. you can hardly breathe — you can't think, can't move, just forced into submission underneath him. and you fucking love it. your cunt struggles to take his length, constantly fluttering and clenching as he bullies it inside of you, and your body just...takes it.
“i wanna hear 'ya cum all over me, yeah? fuck i—”
your eyes roll back as white-hot pleasure snaps through you, your legs shaking and almost falling inwards as your orgasm crashed over you. his fingers continue to rub over your puffy cunt, trying to draw everything out of you. you cum all over him with a loud, noisy cry of his name, riding your orgasm out as you throw your hips against him. his name is the only thing on your tongue as you ride it out. liam follows shortly afterwards, spilling hot and thick inside of your ruined cunt with a weak, slutty moan of your name.
you both lay there in the warm silence, and liam wishes he could spend all day with you and keep stuffing your cunt full and to fuck you like you really deserve. but the director stands behind the camera with his thumbs up before zooming in towards the two of you. liam steps off to the side, his thick fingers forming a 'v' shape and spreading your messy lips open for the camera to showcase the mess between them.
if he had it his way, he'd be fucking his tongue inside of you, pushing his cum back inside of you with his fingers before flipping you over and fucking you into a state of overstimulation. he knows what you need — what your pussy needs.
but yet, he stares at the camera with a cocky little smirk and a small click of his tongue.
“welcome to the label, sweetheart.”
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