ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Collared

Author: inkedimage

Link: https://inkedimage.livejournal.com/5999.html

Summary: Zayn wants Liam to wear a collar

It starts as a joke. They're laying on the bed one night, Zayn still on top of him --too lazy to move, muscles still aching from how good the orgasm had been. Liam doesn't mind the weight, he finds it comforting almost. His hand goes to the short hairs at the back of Zayn's neck as he snuffles softly at Liam's neck.

"Mmmm," Liam moans as Zayn moves his mouth to breathe over Liam's collar bones in soft bursts of hot air.

"Mine," Zayn growls possessively. Liam can feel the vibrations in his own chest, making him squirm. "All mine," he says again before running his teeth along Liam's collarbone.

Liam's back arches as Zayn's teeth sink into the crook of his shoulder, bringing his sensitive cock in contact with Zayn's. Zayn meets Liam's half lidded gaze, looking both bemused and intrigued, before rutting his hips down against Liam's.

"You like that?" Zayn asks, running his thumb along the column of Liam's throat. Liam nods, hips thrusting up, seeking the much needed friction, but Zayn's arm stops him.

"You like being reminded that you're mine?" Zayn asks, eyes heated with want and possessiveness. Liam nods again. "Tell me."

Liam whines, hips desperately trying to cant up, but Zayn's arm holds strong.

"Zayn," he whines.

"Tell me," Zayn says instead, hot against Liam's throat, tongue moving across one extremely sensitive place on Liam's neck.

Liam pants, hips desperately trying to move, but still manages to moan out a "Yours."

"Louder," Zayn growls, directly into Liam's ear, causing him to quake and shiver.

"Yours. All yours," Liam gasps out, as Zayn begins savashly laving his neck with small bites and licks. "Zayn, please."

But Zayn just bites harder, teeth pulling the skin of Liam's neck taut before letting it go, only to repeat the action.

"Want everyone to know you're mine," he whispers against the sensitive skin. "Should just buy you a collar, then everyone would know just what a good little puppy you really are."

And Liam can't fight it anymore, the white heat behind his eyes intensifies and he's coming long and hard, white painting his chest and tummy, without even being touched. Zayn smiles against his neck.

"You like that?" he asks, leaning up on his arms in order to gaze down at Liam. Liam is flushed and red, and looks absolutely debauched when he nods, eyes meeting Zayn's.

The next day, Liam has a collar of tiny bruises across his neck, that no shirt in his wardrobe will hide. Their make-up team does their best to cover them, but Liam keeps rubbing his hand over them throughout the day, liking the tiny sting he feels when he presses in. Zayn comes up behind him before the concert that night, and places his lips right at the base of Liam's neck, breathing hot and wet against the first knob of his spine.

"Come to my room tonight," he says quietly, before they're being called out onto stage.

Liam is the last one out onto stage, having had to take a minute to collect himself before venturing out under the lights. He feels Zayn's eyes on him the entire night. He meets him in the middle of the stage during I Want, keening under the feel of Zayn's fingers against his neck.

After the show, Liam is restless and just wants to get to the hotel. Zayn keeps sending him heated stares when the others aren't looking, which make him squirm in his seat.