ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Bed Peace and Flower Crowns

Author: jesswritesthings (orphan_account)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3552959

Summary:

Ziam having sex.

Liam with curly hair wearing flower crowns and riding Zayn's dick.

Zayn stares up at the boy with the tousled, golden brown curls and the rosy cheeks in awe as he grips his fingers into the boy's hips. He pants heavily as the boy above grounds his hips in a figure eight with small whimpers and whines leave his swollen, cherry red lips.

Liam's back is arched in the most exotic way, his chest pushed out and his nipples are hard and pointy from Zayn suckling and nibbling on them earlier. His hands are on his thighs for balance as he puts a bit of a bounce in his movement, moaning out loud as he feels Zayn thrust up hitting his sweet spot.

The sensation floods his body in the most delicious way when Zayn holds him down thrusting slowly but stiff upwards, Liam's panting now, falling forward and planting his palms on the older boy's tattooed chest for support. Mouth slacking open as soundless gasps erupt from his throat as he digs his nails into Zayn's flesh; he tightens around his cock, sinking all the way down to the base making the bloke beneath him groan.

He pants, trying to regain some breath still rolling his hips but in a slow, tantalizing motion.

"Shite—" Zayn curses and starts sputtering out of nowhere and Liam's eyes flutter open, looking down at the boy under him through heavy, lidded eyes too see that some of his lilies fallen off of his flower crown and onto Zayn's damped face, on the bridge of his nose and on his mouth.

He giggles tiredly, sitting up a little and moaning loudly in the process as he dusted off the petals off his face, "sorry, babe," he chuckles breathlessly.

Zayn grabs Liam's wrist in one hand and pushes himself up on the bedpost, "it's fine, it's fine!" He protests and start to guide Liam up and down by his waist without much of a struggle. "Keep moving your hips like that—"

Liam nods his head, rising up until the tip of Zayn's cock is slipping out before he slams back down, holding the flower crown, he repeats over and over, until he feels a pool of heat in the pit of his stomach and his bounces up and down faster and sloppier with the help of Zayn's hands on his arse. His cock is throbbing as it slaps against Zayn's lower abdomen, but he refusing to touch himself as he lowers his head and attaches his mouth to the older boy's in a unchaste kiss, he licks into his mouth and the roof tasting himself faintly on Zayn's tongue from earlier when they were teasing and touching.

And Zayn pulls on the loose curls and yanks his head back but not to roughly so the crown can fall off but hard enough for Liam's throat to be strained and on display for Zayn to suck and nip big, pretty red-purplish bruises. And Liam shudders and melts into the touches as he almost forgets to keep grinding his hips. Zayn smirks around the birthmark before bitting and flicking his tongue on the skin between his teeth.

"Uh, so fucking goo—" he whimpers but soon cut off by Zayn flipping them over so Liam is sprawl out on the bed, legs wide open, cock resting heavily on his stomach leaking and his back arched.

Zayn crawls over him, a libidinous smirk playing at his lips as he holds himself up on his curled fists pushed into the mattress, he catches Liam's bottom lip in between his teeth and drags it out, a tiny gasp leaves the writhing boy. Zayn pulls back his teeth dragging along Liam's lip, making his mouth a deeper crimson colour then trails his down the younger boy's body with his hot, open mouth then he gets to his navel and swirls his tongue around the rim the way that makes Liam fall apart. He purposely skips contact with the boy's prick, trailing his tongue along the inside of his left thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin until it's bright red and Liam bucks his hips in the air.