Fuck boy || Ziam

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"W-why do you call me fuck boy, when you should call me daddy instead." Liam slurred, hovering over Zayn that's pressed against the wall.

Zayn could smell the strong alcohol in Liam's breath making him slightly scrunch up his face in disgust. He was slightly drunk himself but he hated the smell of alcohol.

Zayn handed Liam a can of coke, telling him to drink this which Liam did and finished the can moments later and threw the empty can away without looking and ending up hitting someone in the back of their head.

Zayn laughed at the scene, covering his mouth as he laughed.

Liam watched him, pressing his body against Zayn's own and bit his bottom lip.

"Wanna go get a room and have some fun?" Liam asked suddenly making Zayn stop laughing and look up at him.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Liam, thinking for a moment whether he should or not.

He was thinking of that time Liam sent him a photo of his clothed dick, which he wasn't really expecting. He did enjoy the picture from Liam, it was still saved in his phone and never ever going to delete it because damn.

Zayn didn't hesitate to nod his head to Liam's request and followed Liam suit.

He wasn't going to take this down because this was probably going to be a one time thing, so why not say yes.

He stepped into the room and shut the door, locking it just incase someone walks in on them and interrupts.

Liam pulled him towards the bed and pushed him on it, slightly bouncing at the impact.

He took his shoes off quickly with his feet and propped onto his elbows, looking up at Liam innocently which drove Liam mad.

Liam slowly licked his lips and crawled towards him after taking off his shoes and smirked at him cheekily.

"You look so innocent." Liam spoke, his voice deep as hell.

"Then you don't know me that well." Zayn replied with a smirk upon his lips.

Liam chuckled and pressed his left hand on Zayn's lower cheek, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb slowly.

"Well, I'm about to. Aren't I?"

"I guess so. Show me how you make people feel good."

"Kiss me. C'mon then cmon." Zayn continued licking his lip seductively.

"You drive me insane." Liam pressed his lips on Zayn's own roughly and cupped his face with his hands.

Their lips roughly and perfectly moved with each other's own, the sound of roughness into the kiss and moans filled the whole room.

"Too much fabric." Zayn mumbled against Liam's lips as he tugs at Liam's shirt.

Liam chuckled and pulled away from the kiss, quickly taking off his shirt and kissed Zayn back again.

"Take this off too." Zayn cheekily spoke, tugging at Liam's jeans.

Zayn and Liam unzipped and slid Liam's jeans off, still lip locking their lips red and swollen together.

Liam pulled away breathlessly, he was breathing heavily from the heated make out session taking a breather.

Zayn sighed softy in content as he admires Liam's torso, he bit his bottom lip and set his left hand on Liam's torso, slowly running his hand up and down.

"Damn.." Zayn mumbled quietly, forgetting that Liam was watching him with a smirk across his face.

"You like what you see, baby boy?" Liam asked and grabbed Zayn's wrist, sliding Zayn's hand down more to where he was craving to be touched.