Ziam oneshots ✔️

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Author: BulletproofLove 

Source: Archiveofourown

Summary:

Liam wants attention. Maybe he wants it too much because he flirts with anyone he can just to make Zayn jealous and he succeeds, resulting in him, handcuffed to the bed and Zayn, teasing him without mercy.

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He didn't mean to make Zayn so jealous. He just flirted with Louis and Niall on stage and ok, maybe he blew a kiss to someone in the audience, but Zayn had no reason to be this jealous, right? 

Ok, maybe he did. But Liam didn't actually plan this, and didn't think of the consequences. So when he found himself laying down on his back, his hands cuffed to the bed, he was a bit surprised. But nonetheless happy, because hey, Zayn was giving him attention. That's what he wanted in the first place.

He was shirtless, meanwhile Zayn was completely dressed and it was frustrating because he wanted to at least see his body, if he couldn't touch. Where did Zayn take those handcuffs from, anyway? That thought was immediately pushed out of his head as Zayn started kissing him once again.

It wasn't sweet or gentle, it was pure passion and lust and something Liam couldn't quite tell. Maybe anger. Jealousy. Dominance. Whatever it was, it made his head spin and his pants get even tighter and he wanted to take them off.

"Mm, Zayn..." he mumbled against his lips, unable to say more because suddenly, Zayn bit his bottom lip and he knew that it made Liam complete jelly in his arms. Damn Zayn for knowing how to shut him up! Then Zayn pulled back from the kiss and sat up, straddling his lap.

"No talking, pretty boy! You'll do what I say, and what I want, ok? You belong to me!" he spoke harshly, the anger burning in his eyes. And Liam certainly didn't plan that...

He nodded, staring at Zayn with wide eyes, watching as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, leaving him only in his boxers. He wanted Zayn to touch him, so, so bad. He was desperate.

Zayn started pressing kisses above the waistband of his boxers, rubbing his thighs, completely avoiding the place where he wanted to be touched. Zayn seemed to know that because he continued to torture him, kissing and touching everywhere but where he needed it most.

"Zayn, baby...." he whined, and Zayn stopped everything, looking up at him.

"Did I say you could speak?" he asked, his voice slow and firm.

Liam could only shake his head, biting his lip. This side of Zayn was new but it turned him on so bad. He was possessive and demanding and jealous and Liam loved it.

"Good."

That was all that Zayn said before Liam's boxers were off and thrown on the floor. When Liam thought that he would finally give him what he craved, the dark haired boy sat up from the bed. He actually sat up and walked out of the room. Liam was out of words and a bit hurt. Zayn, just leaving him like this? He was about to call his name before he was back, holding a bottle of lube and a silver ring.

No. No, no, no! He wouldn't do that, right? He couldn't torture Liam that bad. Oh, but he could, and he did. He slipped the ring on Liam's length, smirking and Liam wanted to beg him to take it off, but he knew it was better for him if he didn't speak. Without saying a word, Zayn climbed back on the bed, between Liam's legs, spreading them, leaving Liam completely exposed in front of him.

"Lift your hips, Liam." Zayn demanded, and Liam obeyed, lifting his hips high enough so Zayn could lay a pillow under his bum, then the dark haired boy pushed Liam down again, holding his hips tightly with both hands.