One Direction Imagines

liam- taking control

Liam Payne. Daddy Direction. The responsible one. "He can do no wrong." No wrong could ever be done. I'm tired of being that guy. Why do I have to be labeled? Even my girlfriend, y/n, thinks that way now.

"Liam! Babe do you like this dress?" y/n called. She had been shopping all day to find a new dress to wear to the club. I turned around and saw her standing in the doorway, adjusting her dress. It was red, short, and tight. I felt myself getting excited looking at her. I cleared my throat, "mm yeah babe, looks good." I choked out. She noticed my eyes widen and she loves to tease me, so she turned around. "Does it make my ass look ok?" she asked. It looked fucking perfect. I wanted to tear the dress off of her body right there. "Babe you look gorgeous, let's go, ok?" I quickly exited the room and caught my breath. She's so gorgeous, she could have anybody in the entire world, but it's me. Everyday, she comes home to me. Maybe it was because she could trust me, because "I could do no wrong." Well, I'll tell you what's wrong, that fucking statement is wrong.

Once we got to the club I kept my arm protectively around her waist. I couldn't let her walking around like this and have guys think she was single. Fuck that. "y/n let's go to the bar, yeah?" I said into her ear. She bit her lip and smiled. "Yeah" She said. I love when she bites that damn lip. It drives me insane every time, she knows that. I ordered her her favorite drink. I still had my arm around her, rubbing circles around her waist with my thumb, nibbling on her ear, whispering sweet nothings. There's so much sexual tension I can see it building. She took a sip from her drink then her favorite song started to blare through the speakers. "Babe! let's dance!" She yelled. I shook my head, "No, you go!" I yelled. I wasn't much for dancing, but hell, I could watch y/n all day. She walked to the dancefloor. She walks like she owns the floor, with her high heels and tight dress. She was by far the best looking girl in the club. one of her girlfriends was already on the floor, y/n held her waist and moved her hips. She liked to dance with other girls, she wasn't comfortable with other guys but me. She grinded on the back of her friend, moving her hands over her head to the beat, holding eye contact with me the entire time. Between her dancing, the alcohol, and the loud club, I couldn't help but be stuck on her. She looked like a vixen out there, a sexy vixen.

I watched her for a few moments, she smirked at me. Then a guy went up behind her and held her hips. I could tell that I looked pissed, because I was. He was holding her close and possessively. Those are my hips. He brushed his lips against her shoulders. Those are my shoulders. She wasn't stopping him. He was moving his hands all along her body. That's my body. That's my body to love and hold. I made my way across the floor. Pushing everybody out of my way. "Y/n. Let's go. Now." I growled. She looked a little startled. "Whoa man!" The guy yelled. I held y/n close to me, "Fucking touch me or my girlfriend. DO IT." I shouted at him. He backed of immediately. I held y/n's hand and led her out of the club and to the car.

"What the fuck was that?!" I yelled. "I was DANCING Liam! You just stand there and watch!" she yelled at me. I was fuming. Just watch? I watch to protect her. "I stand there to keep guys like that from touching you!" I shouted. "Oh come on! You're more of a babysitter to me than a fucking boyfriend!" she yelled. That was it. I'm done with this bullshit. "If that's how you feel." I said lowly. I pulled into our driveway and she jumped out and stomped into the house. I was close behind.

She entered the bedroom. She snapped her jewelry off angrily. She looked sexy when she was angry. I grabbed her hips from behind and spun her against the wall. "Too good?" I asked. I pulled her dress off, leaving her in her bra and panties. I held her wrists above her head and kissed from her ear down to her cleavage. I'd give a nibble here and there, but when I did, they were hard. "mmm Li-" She started. "Don't talk." I growled. She smirked and shut her mouth. I lifted her and tossed her on the bed. I took off my clothes and hovered above her. She had her bra off, I held her breasts in my hand, roughly massaging them. I knew she wanted me, I could feel her legs quivering from my touch. "mmmm" she moaned. I nibbled her breast and kissed down her stomach. I pulled her panties down with my teeth to tease her. "Fuck Liam!" She moaned. I smirked. I let my tongue open her, moving in and around, I circled her clit and flicked it with my tongue. "Don't stop baby" she groaned. I felt her buck her hips up. I stopped abruptly and started to stroke my hard on.

"Fuck Liam that's not fair!" She groaned. "Not fair?" I thrusted into her deep and hard. She gasped and held the bed sheets. I knew it was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but she loved it. I thrusted in and out slowly at first, "Tell me you love it." I growled into her ear. "Mmm Li- oh god– I love it." she breathed out. I smirked and nibbled her ear as I thrusted. I moved faster and deeper. Babysitter? No. I'm in control now. I feel her walls around me, she's tight and it's making me get close to my high. "Y/n I'm close." I said. "Me too baby, keep going. Faster!" She yelled and twisted the sheets in her hands. I moved faster and felt myself getting closer and closer. "Fuck y/n!" I threw my head back in euphoria. Her hips moved up and I she moaned. "Liam, oh god!" She groaned. I released at the same time she did, I rode out the high before I fell next to her.

She turned to me after catching her breath. I was still out of it for a second. "Liam that was... not like a babysitter." She laughed. "Don't ever call me that again, got it?" I smirked at her. "Well, if it makes you take control like that, I might have to do it more often." she bit her lip. Damn this girl. She's going to drive me crazy.