filthy bottom liam smut

all full up with your love♡

author: likecharity

summary: basically, Liam is sad after he and Danielle break up and Louis decides to fix it with sex. "Is no one going to say it? I feel like someone should say it," says Harry thoughtfully, and then adds, "we're gonna gangbang you, Liam.

pairing: bottom!liam, top!harry,louis,zayn,niall

contains: humiliation, degradation, gangbangs, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, anal fingering, anal sex, rough, slight manipulation, begging, verbal humiliation, doggy style, kissing, breeding, spanks, oversensitive, praise, mentions of double pen, aftercare

Liam is stressed lately. Like, really stressed. More than they've ever seen him before, Louis thinks. He's been like this ever since he and Danielle broke up a few weeks ago, and the combination of relentless recordings and shows and interviews is getting to be too much for him. He's not sleeping properly, can't relax, stuck in his own head. It's even stressing Niall out by extension, and Niall isn't easily stressed. But Liam is just so tense, and so quiet—occasionally he'll lose it and snap at someone, and then apologise and disappear off somewhere to mope, and it's getting to the point where everyone is really worried, because Liam's been in funks before but never like this.

They all try different tactics to get him out of it.

Niall just tries to get him to chill out, shows up at his door with his arms full of pizza boxes and Friends DVDs, because he thinks maybe Liam just needs to take his brain off the hook and do something familiar and mindless. But Liam can't relax into it, too distant, not laughing even at his favourite episodes, just sort of chewing absently on a slice of pizza and staring into space. He's really apologetic about it, like it's his own fault, saying over and over that he's sorry he's no fun lately. Niall says it's no problem and keeps coming round, trying different types of takeaway and different comedy shows, but the result is the same every time.

Zayn says what Liam needs is to get away from everything, just distract himself, so he takes him to movies Liam's been wanting to see, restaurants he's been wanting to try, anything Liam's expressed even a tiny bit of interest in. But it's like Liam's just not there, like he can't focus on anything enough to enjoy it, and Zayn always comes back looking drained from the effort of trying to get Liam to enjoy himself, sinks down beside Louis so they can talk into the early hours about how worried they are about him.

Harry alternates between sympathy and impatience. The most fun he ever has with Liam is when he can bug him and get Liam all flustered, and at the moment it's like Liam just doesn't have the energy for him—his only response to Harry's pranks nowadays is a little sigh or a weak smile. Sometimes Harry just gets fed up about that, but for the most part it just makes him sad. He tries taking him to the gym because that's something the two of them have always enjoyed doing together, and he's pleased to find that it works a little bit, if only because Liam ends up so focused on working out that he's not really thinking about anything else, and so exhausted after that he does actually manage to sleep a little.

Louis tries a combination of everything, copying everyone else's ideas and attempting a few of his own, refusing to give up even when the others are beginning to lose hope. It becomes a daily mission to make Liam laugh and he keeps getting into trouble for messing around during interviews because he can't stop acting like an idiot, desperate to see a smile across Liam's face even if it's just for a second. He tries to make sure Liam's getting enough cuddles, too, pouncing and not letting go if he suddenly realises an hour has passed without any of them touching him. Liam seems to feel a bit smothered by it, and Louis tries to back off, but it's hard when he sees the way he's drifting, when he sees that distant sad expression on his face, when he just wants to do absolutely everything in his power to make Liam feel better.

One day Liam shows up to work with a shaved head, and Louis decides things have gotten really serious, and goes as far as dragging Liam out to a bar for a drink. He must be right in thinking Liam's reaching the end of his tether, because he's willing to give it a go at that point, drinks a whole beer without even needing much persuasion. They're only gone a little while, though—Harry hasn't even started getting ready for bed yet, still up on his laptop when Louis returns. He glances up questioningly as Louis comes in.

"Worked a bit," Louis says with a shrug, shutting the door heavily behind him and flopping down onto the bed beside Harry. "Alcohol kinda forced him to chill out I think. Got him out of his head for half an hour."

Harry wrinkles his nose. "You should've hooked him up with someone," he says, "he probably just needs to get laid."

"Liam can go ages without sex," Louis counters, "he's like a sex camel." But he lifts his head and looks at Harry thoughtfully, considering.

"Yeah I know, but," Harry shrugs. "I dunno. Sex relaxes people, right?"

"You, maybe," teases Louis. "You always pass out right after I fuck you."

"Maybe you should fuck Liam then," Harry retorts. "Maybe your dick has magical relaxation properties."

It's like an actual lightbulb pings on above Louis's head. Louis figures this has a very visible effect on his face, because when Harry glances up from his laptop again he looks faintly alarmed.

"Oh, god," Harry groans. "You can't be serious."

"It was your idea," Louis replies lightly, bouncing up onto his knees. "It makes sense, doesn't it? I don't know why we didn't think of it before. He just needs someone to like, fuck the stress right out of him."

"You're not going to fuck Liam, Louis," Harry says flatly. "I mean, yeah, maybe if he got pounded into the mattress every once in a while he'd be more fun, but—"

"Yesss," Louis hisses. "This is so perfect. No wait, listen a second, just think about it okay? It's purely hypothetical."

Harry rolls his eyes, but shuts his laptop and acquiesces, leaning back against the headboard.

"He's so uptight lately, right? And he just needs to let go, like, hand the control over to somebody else. I think that's why the alcohol helped. He doesn't like giving up control but it's what he needs."

Harry squints uncertainly. Louis goes on. He goes on for quite a while, actually, mostly about control some more, but also about trust, and how Liam always refuses to let anybody properly take care of him even when he really needs it. Harry's doubtful expression slowly turns reluctantly intrigued.

Louis knows he's onto something here. The thing is, he's really good at reading Liam. He's good at reading all of them. He might come off like the crazy one who doesn't really use his brain a whole lot, but when it comes to the others, he pays attention, sees things that other people don't. He probably knows them all better than they know themselves, honestly, and sometimes they talk about him taking things too far but he never actually does, he knows exactly how far he can push each one of them, understands where the limits are.

"Okay," says Harry eventually. "Yeah. You might have a point." Louis beams at him."But I don't like how excited you are about this," Harry adds, suspiciously.

"Oh come on, it's not like that," Louis says, because it's really not. "It's more like, a favour for a friend. Or a mission. Operation Get Liam To Relax."

"Operation Replace The Stick Up Liam's Ass With Your Dick," Harry amends, raising an eyebrow at him. "Listen, are you actually asking me for permission to try and fuck him? I'm not even sure it's worth discussing because there is no way on earth that Liam would ever agree to that, but—"

"Thanks," Louis interjects sarcastically.

"Not because you're you, because he's Liam. Just tell me if this is still hypothetical."

"Well, what if it wasn't?" asks Louis. "You know, hypothetically, what if I was serious."

"I don't think you understand what 'hypothetical' means," Harry replies, but then he turns serious again, silent for a bit, really thinking about it. Louis knows that the thought of him being with anyone else generally makes Harry's skin itch, but this is different, and he thinks Harry recognises that. This isn't about them, it's about Liam and making things better for him. Better for the whole band.

It's for the greater good, really.

"Well," says Harry slowly, "I'd want you to tell me all about it after, because the thought of Liam getting fucked is actually hilarious."

Louis grins at him. "And?" he prompts, sensing there's going to be more than one condition.

"And then...then I'd want you to fuck me too, after, and tell me how much better I am."

"But of course," Louis chuckles, ruffling Harry's curls.