ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Mind My Wicked Words

Author: soakyourskin

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4905916

Summary:

He feels the warmth radiating off of Liam's body now and he knows that he's standing right in front of him. He smiles as he reaches out both hands, placing them on Liam's hips, and expecting to come into contact with bare skin instead of—"what the...Liam?"

Liam's thighs brush against his own as he steps forward, moving until he's in between Zayn's own. "You c'n—you, um, you can open your eyes," he says, and Zayn's almost too afraid to. Hesitant with the quiver in Liam's voice, but he does anyway and—

"Fuck."

"Keep your eyes shut 'til I say, okay?" Liam says, voice shaky as the sound of his footsteps draw nearer to where Zayn's seated. I have a surprise for you, Liam had told him earlier—when they got back from their anniversary date—pushing Zayn down on to their couch, kissing him lightly and telling him to close his eyes.

He feels the warmth radiating off of Liam's body now and he knows that he's standing right in front of him. He smiles as he reaches out both hands, placing them on Liam's hips, and expecting to come into contact with bare skin instead of—"what the...Liam?"

Liam's thighs brush against his own as he steps forward, moving until he's in between Zayn's own. "You c'n—you, um, you can open your eyes," he says, and Zayn's almost too afraid to. Hesitant with the quiver in Liam's voice, but he does anyway and—

"Fuck."

Liam squirms under his touch when Zayn's grip tightens around his waist. "D'you like it? Should I—it's weird, isn't it? I'll go take it off." He says hurriedly, all in one breath, hands moving up to remove Zayn's but he tugs on him instead, Liam falling forward with a yelp, ending up half-sprawled over his lap, legs straddling his thighs.

He's got an armful of blushing, lingerie-clad Liam and he brings a hand up to his face, pulling him down so he can kiss him, gentle at first but rougher as Liam grinds down slowly on him, the thin lace of his knickers feeling weirdly heavy on Zayn's jeans. "Fuck," he says again, breathing it out as he pulls away, lips hovering over Liam's, his words mixing with every hot puff of air. "baby, no, it's not—fucking christ, Liam. It's not weird at all. I'm so fucking hard for you babe, you've no idea."

"I might have a bit of 'n idea actually," Liam giggles as he swivels his hips, the bulge in Zayn's jeans rubbing against Liam's arse. Zayn growls low in his throat, hands moving down to cup his arse, fingers digging into the soft flesh of it, thumb catching on the suspenders clipped to Liam's knickers and stockings, making him groan out loud.

"This is one hell of a surprise, Payne," he says, trying to pull the stockings down, getting his hand slapped when Liam notices. He grins as he bucks up, watching Liam's eyes flutter as he lets out a soft moan, and—fucking hell, has he got mascara on?—moves his hips down. "but I'd really love to fuck you now."

Liam shakes his head at that, arms pushing at his shoulders until he slumps back into the soft cushion reluctantly. "Wait wait, you're distracting me, dammit. Stop being pretty, will you," he huffs out, moving off of Zayn, and going to kneel in between his legs.

"Oh, love," Zayn breathes out, fingers brushing away the soft, curly hair falling in Liam's eyes. "I'd love to fuck you up against a mirror and show you how pretty you are."

He loves the way Liam blushes when he says it, cheeks warming against the palm of his hand, face turning to kiss it softly before placing it on Zayn's lap and giving him a serious, concentrating look. He puts both his hands on the buckle of Zayn's belt as he kneels up—back arching as he does so his chest touches Zayn's crotch on the way up—pulling the leather out of the hook and loosening it up. He unbuttons Zayn's jeans after, Zayn lifting his hips and helping pull them off, sitting back down only to have Liam drags his nails down the inside of his thighs, sending shivers up his spine.