ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Having Me Your Way

Author: scottmcniceass

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/981478

Summary: 

Cockslut Liam. It's just shameless bottom Liam smut.

Zayn doesn't really have a favorite Liam. He loves Liam on stage, when he's all energy, bopping around, causing whatever kind of mischief he feels like that night because Louis has apparently corrupted him and now no one can control him (or softer Liam on stage, when he closes his eyes and gives his heart, soul, everything he has into his words). He loves Liam in the mornings when he's pouting and grumpy because Liam may be the biggest morning person out of all of them (though Harry gives him a run for his money) but he's still exhausted like the rest of them most of the time. He loves when Liam watches a movie and gets really into it, yelling at the screen, trying to give the characters advice that they never heed (which almost always leads to their deaths, and Liam just sighs and shakes his head in disappointment).

But if he did have a favorite Liam, it'd probably be this one. Spread out on the mattress, hands gripping the sheets, sweat coating his brow. With Zayn between his legs, one hand fisted around his cock, lips wrapped around it as he swirls his tongue in that way that he knows Liam loves.

Yeah, this Liam is definitely his favorite. When he looks like an angel burning in the fires of passion. Which, yeah, alright, that's a cheesy as fuck thought but whatever. He's allowed to think those kinds of things when he's got Liam's cock in his mouth.

"Zayn," Liam pants, and Zayn would smirk up at him if he could. But he can't smirk, so instead he tries his best to hum around Liam's dick while lowering his mouth until it hits the back of his throat.

Liam grunts, hips jutting off the bed, trying to get Zayn to take him farther. But Zayn lifts his head with Liam's movements, laughing inwardly at the way Liam drops his hips back down in defeat, hitting the mattress with a sigh.

A hand reaches down, wrapping around his wrist, tugging his own hand away from Liam's cock. Zayn looks up at him, a question in his eyes, and Liam bites down on his bottom lip as he guides Zayn's hand lower, lower, lower.

Zayn pulls off him with a wet sound, and Liam shakes his head fiercely, eyes closing, head falling back against the pillows. "Don't stop," he pleads. "Just, like – can you– do you think you could–?" He doesn't finish, but he guides Zayn's hand where he wants it, squeezing his wrist pointedly.

And Zayn sort of – he can't even think, is the thing. Like, fuck. Because, yeah, he's had Liam fuck him (and fuck him well, too), and he knows that Liam loves it, loves gripping Zayn's legs and driving into him, loves pulling Zayn onto his lap and pressing bruises into his hips, but –

This is unprecedented. This is something he didn't think Liam would ever want, honestly. It's not as if Liam's ever expressed an interest in it before, but now Zayn's taking his guidance, sliding the tip of his fingers between Liam's cheeks, pressing gently against him.

If there was any hesitancy in Zayn, it goes out the window the second Liam throws his head back in a moan. It's filthy, loud, and he'd think it were exaggerated if it weren't for the flush in Liam's rapidly rising chest, or his eyebrows scrunched together the way they always do just before he comes.

"'s this what you want, then?" Zayn asks. It isn't supposed to come out like that, teasing and low and cocky, but it does.

"No," Liam says breathlessly. Zayn goes to pull his hand back, but Liam grabs his wrist again, forces him to keep his hand where it is. "That's not all I want," he clarifies. He squirms on the bed a bit, a blush colouring his cheeks. Zayn's finger teasingly presses against him, threatens to slip in but it doesn't, not just yet. "Want you to fuck me."