Ziam oneshots ✔️

Master

Pain... Pleasure

Trust... Control

Control... Dominance

Dominance... Submission

Liam's knees were beginning to ache from how long he'd been kneeling, but he didn't dare move. Liam's master had told him to kneel, and he wasn't one to break orders. Especially not orders from his master.

His master, Zayn Malik controlled his every move, and Liam didn't even try to stop it. In fact, the change from a normal, vanilla relationship to a dominant-submissive relationship had been accidental, and it hadn't even been intentional.

Liam had always been a bit more lenient, he'd never told Zayn no when it came to anything, sexual or otherwise. Liam had no problem letting his masculine boyfriend take the reins.

Zayn hadn't meant to bring out the submissive in his younger partner, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't absolutely love the control he exhibited over him. Zayn had always had a kinky streak, he'd loved it rough, but he'd come to the conclusion when he got with Liam things wouldn't be the same.

Liam was shy, a virgin when he and Zayn got together. It wasn't an invalid thought that sex would be just as inexperienced as his lover was, but Zayn didn't really mind. Zayn loved the fact that his lover was inexperienced, it gave him a sense of control, power... he'd been the only one to touch him thus far, and he'd be the only one to ever touch him if he had his way about it. 

Zayn knew that Liam being inexperienced shouldn't have been such a turn on for him, but he couldn't help the slight thrill he got every time he took Liam to completion over and over again.

Zayn made it a habit to make the young genius come out of his shell some—to try out new things, to experience new things at the hands of his more experienced lover.

Zayn and Liam were absolutely total opposites, but somehow they made things work. Zayn is 29, Liam is 23. Zayn is rather experienced, Liam is rather shy. Zayn isn't nearly as smart as Liam, but then again, who could be? Zayn's young lover is a genius.

Liam was practically dripping in anticipation. He'd lost track of time as he kneeled on the floor, being a good boy like he'd always strived to be. Liam jumped slightly as he heard the dungeon door open, excitement bubbled up in his chest, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

Liam knew that whatever it was that Zayn was going to do would ultimately make him go over the edge. He was glad that Zayn had put a cock-ring on him so he couldn't cum until he'd been allowed to. Liam could barely hold himself back when he was trying, and it'd been a while since the two had done anything like this, so it'd be rather hard to hold him back on any account, but Liam liked it.

Liam liked the lack of control... he liked knowing that it wasn't his decision when he finally gets his release, or when he gets fucked. He likes knowing that he doesn't have the control to decide what to wear, what to eat, or how to dress. He likes the complete loss of control and that was something he'd never thought would be okay with him.

However, kneeling on the cement ground of his lovers dungeon—one that he'd helped design, mind you—he couldn't help but he excited.

"Stand," Zayn said his voice strong, commanding. His young lover shivered at the heat in his voice and did as he was told, standing up gracefully from his kneeling position. Zayn took the time to admire his lover from behind. His sub, his lover was naked as he'd been commanded to be anytime he was in the dungeon, and the young man was gorgeous at any angle, but Zayn especially liked seeing his young, tight little ass on display.

Liam felt his master's eyes on his body, and felt a flush rise to his cheeks. Liam knew that Zayn was purposefully doing it; he was purposefully making him on edge, knowing that Liam would respond beautifully once he'd been taken to the brink of ecstasy and back again.