Ziam oneshots ✔️

Distraction in red

"Like what you see?"

Liam's voice is sultry as he stands on the threshold of the study room, unblemished milky full on display except for the red lace panties that barelycovers his crotch. The maroon heels he's wearing make his long legs appear longer as he rests his hands on his hips, brown eyes fixated on the brunette in the room.

Zayn puts on an impassive face, putting down the quill he was writing with and leaning back into the chair to simply stare at the boy in front of him. His back hurt from having remained in the same position for so long, endless amount of paperwork that came as a part of being an Auror.

He knows how much Liam hates him bringing work to home, at home your one and only attention must be me, but if this is what he would get, he's more than happy to do it because Liam looks like an absolute feast.

The lack of response makes the brunette purse his lips, but nonetheless he steps into the room, the click clack of heels against the floor coming to a halt right in front of Zayn.

"I got all dressed up for you, Zayn. Don't you like it?" Zayn raises a finger and moves it into a circle, and brown eyes simply blink at him before Liam understands, and he turns around.

Zayn's mouth waters at the sight of Liam's arse and before he can help it, he's reaching out and pulling him back until he's eye level with the lace covered hole, landing a smack to one of the cheeks and relishing in the low moan it elicites from the brunette. "Trying to distract me from work, are you?"

"Yes," he breathes out, pressing into Zayn's hands. "Are you gonna punish me for it?"

Zayn snorts. "Bend over, sweetheart." Liam does so, taking hold of the parchment covered desk and sighing when he feels Zayn fingers rubbing over his covered hole. "Got all dolled up for me, did you, baby?"

"Yes." Liam hisses when Zayn pushes the panties to the side, revealing the puckered hole and almost sobs when Zayn leans forward and licks. "Please."

"Gonna eat you out," Zayn growls into his skin, alternating between licking, sucking and biting and loves the way Liam's legs quiver, moans and pleas filling the room. "And then fuck you, right here on this desk. You'd love that, wouldn't you, babe?"

"Merlin, Zayn, please." His thigh muscles clench, a tell-tale he's close, and Zayn pulls away, wiping the spit off his chin and stands up. He turns Liam around and connects their lips in a heated kiss, all tongues and teeth and pushes Liam against the desk.

Hands under his thighs, Zayn lifts Liam up after a wandless spell to clear the desk and places him on it. Liam runs his hands through his mess of hair before moving downward and tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Off." He demands.

They part for a moment, Zayn unbuttons quickly and slips out of the white shirt while Liam's fingers make quick work of his belt, fingers brushing over the obvious bulge in his trousers making Zayn hiss.

Zayn steps out of his pants and trousers but puts a hand on Liam's as he makes to remove his. Licking his lips, he says, "I wanna shag you in them."

Pupils blown wide, Liam only nods, "Yes, Zayn." He shudders, feeling himself get lubed up as Zayn mutters the all-too-familiar spell and spreads his legs further when the brunette settles between them.

Slicking up his cock, Zayn lines himself to Liam's entrance and slowly inches in. Liam closes his eyes, mouth forming an 'o' as Zayn pushes in. Liam's heel clad feet cross behind his back as he bottoms out, chest rising and falling in quick pants.

Zayn trails kisses along his jawline, biting and sucking as Liam throws his heads back and allows him further access. His fingers dig into the brunette's hips when he hears him gasp out, "M-Move."

He starts with slow, steady thrusts but the next thing he knows the desk is practically on the verge of toppling over as he pounds into the brunette at an erratic pace. Liam's skin is covered with a sheen of sweat and he's chanting Zayn, Zayn, Zayn,  as if it's some sort of prayer. One of his hands reaches down to free his cock from the thin material of his panties before wrapping around his cock and fisting, "Can I-?"

"Yes, Liam," Zayn breathes out, "Come for me."

And he does, crying out as he spills over his hand, smearing some on Zayn's abdomen. He clenches around Zayn's cock and a wave of ecstasy washes over Zayn before he follows suite, grunting as he comes. He lands a few deep thrusts before stilling, leaning forward and resting his sweaty forehead on Liam's equally sweaty collarbone.

"You ruined my panties, you brute." He hears Liam say, although it lacked the usual snark, and smiles against his skin. "My feet hurt."

"Tragic." Zayn says, pulling out his softening cock as gently as he could. He places both hands on either sides of Liam's hips and leans forward so they're centimetres apart. "Want me to carry you to bed, princess?"

"It's Queen to you. And you will, peasant."

Zayn rolls his eyes and he can't help the fond smile on his face at his boyfriend's dramatics. At the impatient huff that follows, he casts a quick Cleaning Charm and scoops him up, one arm under his knees and another around his middle while he wraps his arms around his neck- the very picture of the hero carrying the damsel in distress after saving her from the villain.

Although Zayn would never dare to say that out loud, positive that Liam would cut off his dick in his sleep if he does so.

"What more do you desire, Your Highness?" Zayn puts extra emphasis on the last two words as he lowers the brunette onto the bed and Liam simply sighs and nuzzles deeper into his neck, pulling Zayn along.

His eyelids are already drooping from sleep when he sleepily mumbles. "Cuddles."

And that's how they wake up in the morning; in each other's arms, safe and content.