Liam One-Shots

Bunch of Liam one-shots

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“You’re hot when you’re angry, you know that right?” That’s it.
“How dare you?! I am done with you bossing me around Liam! I’m quitting! I’m never setting foot in this gym again.” I declare, fuming as I head to the door. “Worst case scenario, I’ll be a fat hoe that―” He catches my wrist, spinning me around so I’m facing him. Not wasting a single second, he kisses me. Hard and passionate.
I pull away and slap him. “I hate you Liam!” I screech.
“So we’re in for some hate sex because right now, I hate you too.” He seethes, pinning me to wall nearby. I gasp at the impact, my hands reaching for his hair, that which had started growing back to a graspable length. I tug hard, and he responds by slamming his hips into mine harshly, before letting go of my hips and yanking my hair just as roughly as I had done.

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1. Get Worse Than What You Give

It had been a hard day at the gym today. I was sore from my previous sessions at the gym, but Liam just wouldn’t stop. Liam had been harsh, keeping me out of breath most of the time as he ordered me around, telling me what exercises I needed to do. Today, Liam wouldn’t even let me get some water.

“But Liam I am parched!” I complain morosely after a heated cardio session. I could feel my heart pulsing through my head.

“You’ll drink after the abdomen workout! You said you wanted help to lose weight, and that’s exactly what I’ll do.” He retorts.

“But I need to drink Li! It’s important to stay hydrated!” I pant. My limbs hurt everywhere. I feel like I’m gonna die, my throat as dry as the desert, my breathing ragged and uncontrolled as sweat poured out of me.

“I told you Sophie Miller! You do what I want, when I want it! I thought I was clear when you set foot in this gym! So you drink when I tell you to and when I say you drink after the exercise, we’ll you listen and drink after the exercise!”

“You said the same thing for the last three cardiovascular exercises!” I protest. “I’m tired and I can’t feel my legs!” I shout, annoyed.

“I don’t care!” He retorts, just as loud. His eyes get darker as time passes.

“But I do! I’ve been listening all week; doesn’t that count as anything Liam?! My whole body is sore and I can’t even fuckin’ drink? What is wrong with you?!” I was starting to get angry and irritated of Liam’s shit, and I was intending to put an end to it soon.

“You’re hot when you’re angry, you know that right?” That’s it.

“How dare you?! I am done with you bossing me around Liam! I’m quitting! I’m never setting foot in this gym again.” I declare, fuming as I head to the door. “Worst case scenario, I’ll be a fat hoe that―” He catches my wrist, spinning me around so I’m facing him. Not wasting a single second, he kisses me. Hard and passionate.

I pull away and slap him. “I hate you Liam!” I screech.

“So we’re in for some hate sex because right now, I hate you too.” He seethes, pinning me to wall nearby.  I gasp at the impact, my hands reaching for his hair, that which had started growing back to a graspable length. I tug hard, and he responds by slamming his hips into mine harshly, before letting go of my hips and yanking my hair just as roughly as I had done.

“You’ll get worse than what you’ll give sweet heart.” He mumbles hotly in my neck.

“Liam let me go.” I fume, pushing him weakly.  He shoves me into the wall and I flinch.

“Not a chance,” he retorts, just as angry as he tears my t-shirt of my skin, leaving me in my sports bra. “C’mon love... Show me how livid you are right now,” he taunts huskily.

“I’ll show you how livid I am. I’m gonna kick you in the balls.” I menace.

“I’d like to see you try,” Liam scoffs. You asked for it. I push Liam again, trying to distract him and give me a clear shot between his legs.

As I bring my knee up to kick him where the sun don’t shine, the older boy easily grabs under my leg and wraps it around his waist to make our crotches touch.

“I can’t believe you actually tried that, little miss feisty,” Liam gripes. I return his heated stare. “Now you’re gonna pay.” The brown-eyed boy continues, before slamming our lips together roughly.

My frustration turns into passion, and I return his kiss, just as firmly. I bite his lip, drawing blood. The stronger boy responds by thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, and groping my breasts ardently. I whine in the kiss, pulling his shirt off. My nails scrape his chest, making him hiss and thrust his hips against mine.

Liam pulls away from me, and yanks my shorts down hurriedly before pressing me back into the wall, latching our mouths back together. As arousal builds up, I start pulling at strands of his hair, my hand going up and down his back leaving nail marks. His lips leave mine, and he nuzzles into my neck. I gasp, groaning as he tears the sensitive skin and starts sucking it.

Liam hits the wall beside my head as my fingers graze his hot skin, lingering on his v-line teasingly. Carefully, I start humping him, being slow and teasing. I let out little ragged breaths after every shove of my hips. The movement clearly annoys him.

“Enough.” He orders, leaving my neck alone. Gripping my wrist, he jerks me over to one of the exercise equipment. The chin up bar. I gulp.

“Liam.” I shake my head, pulling away from him.

“Did you figure out what you’re gonna do?” he mocks, pulling his shorts down to reveal his tightening boxers. He steps out of them. “Grab the bar sweet thing. And don’t let go.” He instructs.

“I’m too short. I can’t reach.” I object, backing up. Liam’s fingers wrap around my wrist rapidly and he pulls me flush against his body. Our skins are practically sizzling as they contact, our rash breathing mixing.

“Then I’ll lift you up.”

“Liam I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care.” He retorts, hands circling my waist. He lifts me up, and I have no other choice but to hold on the metal bar. My arms start hurting right away.

“I hate you.”

“Feelings mutual. For now.” The brown-haired boy shrugs, advancing a bench a couple feet in front of me. He stands up on it. We’re about the same height so I try kicking him, but once again, he grabs my legs, wrapping them around his hips. He holds them in place skillfully, using only one hand.

“You never learn, don’t you love?” He cocks his eyebrow up.

I pull my tongue out, before readjusting my grip as the bar had started slipping out of my hands. Liam tugs my panties down.

“Liam I can’t hold myself. I’m gonna let gooooo.” I groan as he slides a finger inside me. I pull myself up a little, whining as Liam enters another finger. With two digits still inside me, the rest of his hand cups my neither regions, and pushes me up a little. That which results into less weight in my arms.

I sigh and he removes his hand.

“No Liam...” I moan. My knuckles start hurting and I rearrange my hands on the bar once again.

“Wait a sec.” Liam takes the remaining fabric on his body off, before positing himself at my entrance. He shoves himself in, placing his hands just underneath my breasts to stable himself.

“Oww...” I whinge. Liam was big. Too big. But at least now I had less weight into my arms, our body positions making his body lift some of my weight off. The feeling of Liam inside my pulsating walls is tolerable, until my body starts demanding more. Demanding friction. And the only way I could get it, if Liam squatted down, and stood back up.

“Liam move.” I plea, rutting my hips a little.

“No way. I’m not the one doing squats to make you happy. Your gonna be the one doing chin-ups to satisfy both of us. You’re gonna be twice as happy because you’ll have worked out, and given in to your sexual desires.” The brown-eyed boy says, a smug grin plastered on his face.

“No way.” I shake my head, trying to make him shift but failing miserably.

“Well I’m not moving then. And if you still haven’t moved in the next minute, I’m letting you off the chin up bar, and I’m fucking you anal. Ruthlessly, with no lube what so ever. And I won’t let you cum. I hate you remember.” He replies very seriously.

“Ugh Liam.” I groan.

“Time is ticking.”

“Fine. I fucking hate you. You dick.” I mutter, arranging my grip for like the tenth time. My hands were getting sweaty.

“But you love that dick right? You’re gonna impale yourself on it a couple times no?” Liam counters cockily.

“Shut up.” I say, heaving myself up. I feel his length sliding out of me, before getting back down with a very loud moan from the both of us.

“Was about time no?”

“Shut the fuck up.” I silence him, lifting myself up again, and dropping back down. I repeat the movement a couple times, making animalistic growls after each descent on his immense shaft.

A couple times later, my arms give in, completely exhausted. I couldn’t manage to orgasm. I’m on the verge of tears.

“Liam I can’t do it anymore.” I sob as he takes me in his arms, still inside me. He kisses my forehead.

“S’okay. I’ll take care of the rest.” He mumbles softly. Liam lays me on a mat nearby, and tosses a strand of hair away from my face before he starts pounding inside me passionately. “Touch yourself,” he instructs hotly in my ear.

I immediately oblige, finding myself brought to the edge rapidly.

“Oh Liammm...” I groan as he hits the perfect stop inside me. “There again.” He thrust his hips once more, at the exact same place, and I come undone. “Shit Liam... Oh my god.” I whine, dots and figures dancing before my eyes.

I feel his hot liquid filling me up seconds later, dripping down on the mat under me as an inhuman sound pours out of his mouth. He’s panting of top of me.

“Sorry I was so harsh during your work outs,” he mutters. He pulls out of me and switches us around so I’m lying on his warm chest. “It’s just that you are perfect just the way you are... You don’t need to work out.” He admits. “That’s why I was so heartless during exercises. I didn’t want you to come to the gym anymore, because you don’t need it love.”

“Thanks Liam,” I sigh, not in the mood for arguing. No what I wanted right now, was a rest.

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