girl direction fic fest

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When he moves on top Liam lets him pull her legs up around his waist, fitting their hips together, and holds her breath as she feels him slide against her and then inside, slow and gentle. It hurts a little, but not like Liam had expected - more of a stretch, an ache. Zayn's watching her carefully, one hand stroking up and down her side. "Okay?"

"Yeah." Liam takes a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm just - it's a lot."

"Do you like it?"

Liam nods. "Could you just, like, do you think you could kiss me again?"

Zayn leans down and kisses her slow and sweet, his hips rocking gently against her. His weight on top of her is comforting somehow and she lets her hands slide down to the dimples in his back, feeling his muscles flex as he rolls his hips forward. Her voice is almost a whisper when she asks, "Is it good?"

"The best I've ever had," Zayn tells her, and Liam would accuse him of flattery except for the way his voice is sort of quiet and serious when he says it. It's a little embarrassing, maybe, for her to do it, but she hitches her knees up and pulls them back toward her shoulders like she's seen in porn, and it makes Zayn moan the way she'd hoped it would but it's fucking fantastic on her end too, his hips rubbing hard against her clit as he grinds into her. Zayn puts his mouth on her neck and keeps it there, and Liam skims her nails down his back. "Don't judge me," Zayn mumbles, "but I'm pretty close."

"So'm I," Liam tells him, and it's true: she was sensitive already, after coming once, and feeling Zayn against her - inside her - is overwhelming in the best way.

Zayn leans back and pulls her hips up with him. "You can touch yourself," he offers, and he sounds so hopeful that Liam does, slides her hands down her stomach to circle her clit, and the way Zayn tilts his head down to watch how she does it makes her arch into him. Zayn fucks her until she comes and then until he does, his lip between his teeth and her legs around his waist.

It's a long few minutes before Zayn finally untangles himself from Liam and gets off the bed to throw away the condom, waving away her offer to help. She lays back and watches him do it, feeling sleepy and satisfied, and when Zayn comes back he curls up around her so he can tuck his head into the crook of her neck. "Was it what you were expecting?"

"Better." Liam strokes her fingers down Zayn's forearm where it's draped over her waist.

Zayn clears his throat and says, "Do you think, um...would you want to do it again?"

Liam bites her lip and shoves her face into the pillow because she's got this really stupid grin on and it's embarrassing, but she mumbles out, "Yeah, um. Definitely." Zayn's lips curve against her neck and he presses a kiss to her birthmark as his arm tightens around her waist. It's horribly cliché, all of it, and Liam couldn't have asked for better.