Ziam oneshots ✔️

Wanna Jump Real Hard (With Someone Like You)

Liam Payne groaned as his back smacked up against the door, hands slamming into his shoulders and holding him firmly against the wood, pinning the brunette there.

Liam's cock throbbed.

Zayn Malik shifted so one hand curved around Liam's hip, gripping him firmly, palm so close to where Liam's erection was pressing, and it made the him whine, trying to thrust his hips forward.

He's not sure what Zayn had planned for the night when he had decided to go to the party at Louis Tomlinson's flat, but he kind of doubted that it was hooking up with Liam—especially when Liam had barely been unable to string an entire sentence together in the whole time they had known each other—but he was going along with it so fucking perfectly, ever since Liam had stormed into the place and practically dragged him out by the hand without a word.

"Undress for me, baby," Zayn panted, pulling back a few inches, breath hot against Liam's face, a little like beer and a lot like weed in a surprisingly arousing combination.

That spoke to how horny Liam was right now.

Or maybe just how horny Liam was for Zayn.

"Come on," Zayn murmured, sounding as though he was getting his breathing under control quickly as he leaned forward and popped one of the buttons on the silk blouse that Liam was wearing. "Been dreaming about having you like this for years. Please let me see you?"

And...It wasn't just a line, that was the thing.

Zayn's eyes just glowed with sincerity, hazel eyes bright from where they were surrounded by dark eyeliner.

And Liam knew Zayn—he had for years—and even if he had found it damn near impossible to talk to him because of the most ridiculous crush that had pretty much blossomed the minute they met, that seemed fated to never go away, he knew that Zayn was one of the most achingly sincere people he had ever come across in his life.

Liam's fingers were shaky as he began to pull at the buttons on his Gucci blouse, trying to focus on just what he was doing, but he couldn't help the way his eyes kept darting back up to look at Zayn, who was watching him, gaze unwavering.

Liam's heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he could feel it in his ears.

He finally managed to get his shirt open and Zayn's eyes raked over his chest before he reached out to help push it over Liam's shoulders, letting it puddle to the ground around the boots that he was wearing, fingertips grazing Liam's pale skin.

Liam wanted to suck those fingertips.

Lick the tattooed fingers and the suck them into his mouth, past the many rings that Zayn always wore and down to the knuckle.

"You're the prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen, Liam," Zayn breathed suddenly and Liam's own breathing hiccupped.

No one had ever called him pretty before.

Not ever.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he let it fall back against the door behind him.

"Daddy..." he whimpered out as he felt warmth against one of his nipples and there was a pause. One where Liam's stomach suddenly clenched a little because he realized the word that had just come out, completely unprompted and unnegotiated, before suddenly Zayn's lips were closing around the nipple and sucking hard, and Zayn's big hands were working at the button and zipper of his jeans, nimble between their bodies.

"Daddy's got you," Zayn replied softly as he moved to the other nipple and began pushing down Liam's jeans and briefs, and the words flowed over Liam like a gentle wave.