Ziam oneshots ✔️

The boy next door

Zayn sat back in his desk chair, hands running through his raven black hair. The prick next door had his music blasting - once again. Zayn knew what shenanigans he got up to each night. He knew that the little whore who lived on the other side of the wall brought people home and got fucked by them senseless. He knew that the curly haired little shit never had a proper relationship and he knew that he was a man of many flings. And, of course, Zayn would be lying if he said he never got turned on by Liam; even though he knew it was wrong. But it wasn't wrong.

Zayn lightly scratched his scalp as he listened to the pounding sound waves that ghosted through the walls separating their houses. Liam stood in his living room, completely naked, curls flopping down onto his forehead due to the quantity of sweat he was producing. He thought of that boy next door, how fit he was and how much fitter he'd look if he was a complete whimpering mess underneath him.

Liam's head bounced along with the music, his hand forming a pace as it slid backwards and forwards violently against his own cock. The strangled moans of Liam also travelled through the wall - straight into Zayn's home.

This was it. Zayn had to get the annual reports for all of his five businesses done and turned over by tomorrow. And, with the racket Liam was making next door, they weren't going to be completed at any time tonight; never mind tomorrow.

Deciding to give Liam a stern talking to, Zayn shoved himself out of his chair, biceps flexing as he pushed on the arms of the chair. He walked downstairs, through the landing and picked up his denim jacket to protect him from the chilly November air outside and slipped on a pair of black boots to grip on the slippy ice outside. Liam wasn't going to get let off the hook easily this time.

Arriving at the white door with '17' painted in silver at the middle of the door, below the knocker Zayn gripped the handle and swung it back and forwards.

Liam kept on going, close now, imagining the hazel eyes that would be a light shade of golden with lust piercing straight through him making him release a throaty groan. Zayn could hear a muffled sound of moaning, not sure what was being moaned but it was someone's name. Liam was moaning Zayn's name. His own name.

Zayn wasn't sure where to go from there, hearing that shit bag screaming his name made the juices in the very bottom of his stomach stir, blood rushing to his cock. Stop it Zayn, you're meant to be angry, remember?

Zayn snatched the handle of the door down, flinging the door straight open to a louder groan of his own name. "Liam fucking Payne!" Zayn snarled, stomping through into the living room. The sight made his cock twitch. Shit. Liam was standing there in all his glory, pounding away at his cock, moaning his name. The curls on his head completely leathered with sweat, the chocolate brown eyes completely dark with lust. Zayn never appreciated Liam's legs until now; long, lean and fucking hot. "Liam!" Zayn screamed, squinting his eyes shut.

All Liam could do was freeze, his tongue paralysed along with the rest of his body. "Z-Za," Liam cleared his throat, "Zayn?" He questioned as Zayn raised one eyebrow at the boy in front of him. "S-Shit, Zayn!" Liam screamed, his hand moving on his cock again, keeping eye contact with the boy in front of him.

Zayn stepped forward, his stomach churning as he slapped Liam's hand away, repulsed on the external side - completely and utterly shitting himself on the internal side of him. "Fuck off you little slut, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Wanking over your next door neighbour, shut the fuck up, Liam!" Zayn snarled directly in his face, only causing Zayn to moan even louder. "Zayn- I-I'm gonna cum, shit!" Liam screamed. Zayn grabbed the base of his cock, preventing anything of the sort. "Where's your cockring's then, Liam? I know you're a kinky bastard, where do you keep them?" Zayn warned.