Lust ~A Liam Payne Fanfic~

Lust ~Prologue/Smut~

A knock on your window woke you from your sleep, you sat up in bed and turned the lamp on. It slides open and a figure steps in, one leg, then the other. Your eyes examining every inch of his  physique. Then his head ducks under the ledge of the window and appears into your room. His familiar stubbly sculpted jawline and brown hair lightly gelled into a quiff allowed you to let your guard down.

"Liam?" You wipe your eyes and tousle your messy hair.

"Hey."  he nodes his head upwards and scans your body up and down.

"Wha.. What are you doing here it's almost 4 in the morning?" You stutter, your voice still hoarse from just waking up. He walks over slowly and sits on the side of the edge of your bed. He makes eye contact and with his eyes slightly pink, rimmed with a thin ring of red around the outside.

"I was just thinking maybe we could have some fun" his voice raspy, he rolls over to his knees and crawls to were you are sitting up. His knees strattle you and his eyes meet yours again, only this time accompanied by smirk across his lips.

"Liam, your high. I don't want to do this" you breathed, his eyes watching your lips form the words. He leans forward and your back hits the headboard of the bed, his chest skimming by yours.

"Yes, you do" He starts suckling at your neck and you throw your head back in pleasure. He knew exactly how to please you. One touch from him and you submit to the trance he sends you in. His hands explore down your torso. He lifts the hem of your shirt and slips his hand underneath, traveling back up your bare stomach.

"Liam" a moan escapes your hot mouth.  

He parts his lips and crashes them against yours, silencing your words. His tongue brushing against your bottom lip, before asking for entrance, he pushes his way into your mouth and you love the way his smooth tongue feels against your teeth. You both come apart for a moment and you reach your hands to the bottom of his grey tank top. The way his tattoos peaked out from behind the arm holes was incredibly provoking. You rip it over his head, his muscles becoming even more defined. His body still hovering over yours, he presses his lips to yours again while he slides down his pants, exposing his extremely form fitting underwear. He grabs the hem of your tshirt and slides it up your body, you  let him pull it over your  head. You roll over and switch positions, you're  now strattling his hips, your hands tracing the swirls of ink on his chest. He places his fingers at the lace trim of your panties and slowly tugs them down to your knees. You places kisses in a row from his lips to his neck, then down his chest. You find yourself at the band of his boxers. You  look up at him, your hand stroking the growing bulge.

"Jesus Christ!" His eyes screw shut and his jaw clenches.

Little beads of sweat form on his hairline. You love seeing him like this. He is never this vulnerable, unless he is with you. With that in mind, you tug his boxers down to his thighs and his manhood rises up to his stomach, you take hold of it with your slim fingers and pump slowly. You feel it tense up in your grasp and lower your head to it, your wrap your lips around the tip. Liam grabs a handful of your hair and let's out a grunt. You pump as much of him as you can in your mouth and stroke the remaining length with your hand. He bucks his hips, he is close. He pulls your head up and and grabs you by the hips, lowering yourself onto him. You feel a slight pinch, but let him take control. He grabs you by your waist and turns over so he is hovering over you again. He pumps into you faster and faster and he then spills into you, sending you both into euphoria. You revel in the sensation, and when you open your eyes again he his dressed and opening the window back up.

"What are you doing?" You prop yourself  up and start sliding your underwear back on.

"Um, leaving?" He leaned against the open window.

"You can't just bang and go, it doesn't work that way" You want to shout but you force yourself to talk low due to the time.

"Oh I can't? Watch me" He steps one foot out onto the roof.

"You prick" you mutter.

"What?" He steps back in with an eyebrow raised.

"You can be such a prick Liam! Like God, this is why no one wants you, You don't know how to care for girls" you climb out of bed and walk over to him.

"That's not true!" He counters back in your face.

"Is it now?" You raise your eyebrows.

"I know how to treat girls, I just don't have a girl" his eyes dart around the room.

"If I did, I would hug her like this" he spun you around and wrapped his arm around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder. You wanted to push him away, but his touch was so comforting. He whispered in your ear "...and kiss her like this" his lips moved from your cheek, and when the met your lips, he slipped his tongue in your mouth. He bit your lip gently as you pulled apart. "and  I would tickle her like this" he mumbled against your lips and he threw you back onto the bed while tickling your  ribs. We both broke into a giggling fit and his smile was so genuine.

"If I had a girl we would cuddle like this, because girls like cuddling" He turned so he was laying next to you and and you lay your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer. You felt so safe with him.

"Liam?" You look up into his brown eyes.

"Yeah?" He looks down at you.

"Don't let me go" you say gently and press your lips to his.

"I won't" he smiled and kissed your forehead.

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A/N: comment if you think I should make a fanfic for the rest of this, I'm not sure if I want to or not. 

Thanks for reading!(: