Ziam oneshots ✔️

Puppy

When I first met my little puppy, he was hardly docile. He was a brat, pure and simple. If he didn't get his way, he'd whine, holler, and complain for hours. He lived with his father and sucked the money out of his accounts one by one. I absolutely hated him.

He would come into his fathers office and flirt with every person in the building with a cock. I'm ninety percent positive that he'd fucked most of them. And he was only eighteen.

When I was hired on, he immediately became fascinated with me. I've no idea why. I never treated him nicely. Half of the time I merely rolled my eyes and ignored the obvious flirtation.

But he was a persistent little shit.

And because he was my bosses son, I had to at least be cordial with him. That didn't mean I fucking wanted to though. I thought he was a snotty little brat, after all. But I'd be lying if I said he wasn't the most adorable little fucker I had ever seen.

He is still the most adorable little fucker I've ever seen and he's nearly twenty one now.

My little puppy, with his adorable chocolate brown eyes, curly brown hair that nearly kisses his chin when he moves his head and makes his pale skin appear even more luminescent, and a slim, tiny little body that he could move in ways that couldn't possibly be legal.

It had taken him a full year of persistence before I finally realized why he was the way he is. A couple months after he and I got together, he confessed to me that he had a plan, and the night that I found myself seeing the real, unedited and unfiltered Liam Payne had been something he had not planned out.

I knew that though. There was no way that my little puppy could've possibly known that I'd be on my way to pick up papers for someone else when he'd had a breakdown in the bathroom. He couldn't have planned that I'd walk in and see him bent over the sink, crying his eyes out, because I never walked that way. I never used that bathroom.

That was the day that the annoying, snobby, bratty, whorish Liam Payne stopped being a nuisance. That was the day I stopped judging him based on what he did and more on who he was inside of the snobby little head of his.

And on the inside, he wasn't nearly as horrible as he pretended to be. His bratty exterior was a boy who needed to be led, guided and cared for.

It took us about three months after that before I had the beautiful little thing in my bed. He was nothing short of perfection. He was docile, submissive almost as he let me completely own every goddamned inch of his perfect body.

It didn't take me long to realize why he desired me so much. I figured it out the third time we had sex, or rather after, when we were talking. He had said I wanted you so much because you exerted the power, the control that I had never had but desired so fervently.

I understood it immediately. He was so desperate to find someone who could give him what he needed, he would do anything.

And so, he became my little puppy.

The little puppy that I couldn't wait to get home to every night. The little puppy I fucked like an animal at least once a night. The little puppy who looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes that stared deep into my own as I moved inside of him.

That thought was what broke me completely out of my thoughts. I can't wait to be inside of him again. I can't wait to get home so I can hold him in my arms, to feel rather than know of his submission to me.

I found myself pushing the gas pedal just a little harder, hoping that I'd get home quicker. My little puppy hates when I'm late because I have to work all day.

My little puppy waits at home for me every day, and I get home to him as quickly as I can. When I get home, he'll have dinner done, and he'll be kneeling at the door, his soft blue collar hanging around his neck proudly.