ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Kisses Like the Devil

Author: transteverogers

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6303514\

Summary:

inspired by a sinful anon "I want bad boy!zayn to split preacher's son!liam open like a coconut....but w his dick"

"Smoking is horrible for you." Liam mumbles tiredly when Zayn crawls out of their shared cocoon of warmth to smoke out of Liam's window.

Zayn chuckles lowly, taking another drag. "Gotta keep my bad boy image up some how, now that I'm dating a preacher's son." Zayn boxers are hanging low on his hips, as if God himself is tempting Liam to finally give into Zayn's offers for sex. "I mean, we were just cuddling." Zayn huffs but Liam knows him well enough at this point to know the other boy is grinning.

"Bad boy Zayn likes to cuddle, no one would believe me." Liam laughs, climbing out of bed himself to head over to Zayn. He wraps his arms around Zayn's waist and plucks the cigarette out of his fingers before putting it out.

"I wasn't finished with that." Zayn huffs, not actually annoyed. He turns around in Liam's arms and presses their lips together, kissing Liam soft and slowly. Liam sighs gently into Zayn's mouth and runs his fingers through Zayn's soft hair.

"You taste like cigarettes." Liam says, pulling back mostly because he really doesn't enjoy the taste or smell, at least not when it's as strong as it is now.

Zayn hums. "That might have to do with the fact I just had one." He rolls his eyes but he walks over to his jacket, hanging over Liam's computer chair and grabs a mint from its pocket and pops it into his mouth. Liam falls back into his bed, getting comfortable again.

"What time s'it?" He asks casually.

Zayn checks his phone before replying. "Little after 3."

Liam groans, rubbing at his face. "I have to be up in 4 hours to help my dad with the morning mass."

Zayn rolls his eyes and climbs into bed with Liam, sitting so he's straddling Liam with a cocky grin. "Skip it then."

Liam frowns. "You know I can't."

Zayn sighs, knowing that Liam would never. "I should probably go." Zayn says, glancing at the window. "Wouldn't want you falling asleep during those oh so interesting masses."

Liam frowns hard and places his hands on Zayn's hips, gripping them. It's tight enough that Zayn feels them (and Liam's ridiculous strength... what was the point of having biceps that big if Liam wasn't going to use them) but loose enough that Zayn could easily pull back if he wanted. He doesn't want to. "Stay a little longer."

Zayn smirks lazily and rolls his hips down against Liam's, loving the small gasp that comes out his mouth. "I could be... convinced." Zayn mumbles, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Liam's.

Liam may be a preacher's son but he kisses Zayn like he's the devil, all tongue and sin. Zayn moans and Liam tangles his fingers into Zayn hair, gripping tightly like he knows Zayn likes. Zayn rolls his hips again, delibritly rolling them so their clothed dicks ru against each other in a delightfully sinful way. "Can't wait to fuck you." Zayn moans, his dick already embarrassingly hard. Liam always gave him the worst case of blue balls and Zayn's sure he's going to have to leave right after his make out session so he doesn't embarrass himself.

"Why wait?" Liam finds himself saying and, if he's being honest, Liam think he's been ready for Zayn and him to have sex for a while now- he just wasn't sure how to tell Zayn. He'd been amazing about the whole thing, respecting every boundary Liam put up and never pushing.