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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band), Zayn_Malik_(Musician)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, Hetero_Sex, Dom/sub_Undertones, i_don’t_wanna_ruin_it, but_none_of
      the_untagged_kinks_are_that_intense, so_I’m_leaving_them_untagged,
      girl!Liam_-_Freeform, Genderswap, Age_Difference
  Series:
      Part 2 of Death_Of_A_Bachelor
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-27 Words: 1228
****** Am I The Best You’ve Ever Had? ******
by somepeoplearewild
Summary
     Just a little Zayn and Liam moment I wrote from their pov.
     (A one shot based off my other fic Death Of A Bachelor, so it won’t
     make as much sense if you read it as a stand alone, but it’ll work.)
Notes
     So I have a bunch of side things I’ve written for DOB that don’t
     really fit into the chapters so I’m going to post them as one shots
     or drabbles.
See the end of the work for more notes
“God, Liam, can you just do me a little favour?”
Liam pauses in her movement, cocking her head at the nervous crack in his
voice. He has a funny voice. Sometimes it’s all low and grumbly but other
times, such as now when she’s sitting on his dick, it gets kind of high pitched
and scratchy.
“Could you like... slap me a little?”
“Slap you?” Liam repeats in astonishment, chocolate brown eyes like saucers.
“Slap you where?”
“I dunno,” Zayn blushes, obviously a little uncomfortable, as he should be
asking a sixteen year old girl to dominate him, but they’ve been going at it
for about a month, and he’s comfortable enough with her now to reveal certain
things that he’s into. “Wherever you want— except my balls— but like just while
we’re fucking don’t be afraid to, y’know.... hurt me a little.”
“Can I choke you?” Liam asks with an excited yet mischievous smile, suddenly
delighted.
Zayn nods eagerly, a little taken by surprise by her sudden shift in attitude.
“Yeah, I mean, go for it.”
Liam grins to herself, unknowingly looking a little like the devil, as she
traces her hand up his torso and runs her fingers over his throat. She can feel
his breath catch and the pulse of excitement that instantly makes him fully
hard inside her again. Liam slowly lifts up then slides back down, still
teasing her fingers around his throat. Her core muscles and quads are in
excellent condition so she doesn’t need her hands to balance, leaving her the
option to choke him and slap him at the same time if she wanted. She doesn’t
know if he’d like that though, so she just sticks to gently wrapping her hand
around his throat, pressing down ever so slightly. She waits for the exact
moment he opens his mouth to say something sassy like ‘feel free to actually
choke me’, waits until she sees that look in his eyes like he’s seconds from
patronising her, then she clamps her hand around his throat, momentarily
cutting off his airflow.
His eyes go wide as he legit chokes. He knows sometimes Liam forgets her own
strength, but that seemed really intentional.
It was definitely intentional as she speeds up on his dick, throwing her head
back in a cackle, pressing a little more gently on his throat. She always
seemed like such an angel until he got to know her.
Now, she’s still such a sweetheart, but every now and then she has these little
flashes of boldness, like her inner demon is just clawing to be released.
Before, she was always timid and shy, always with stars in her eyes not like
the other girls looked at him like a celebrity but like she was seeing the man
who put the moon in the sky. He’s always known she had a thing for him, but it
just didn’t seem right to act on it when she was younger. At least sixteen is
arguably more acceptable. At least it’s the age of consent in some places.
Not like he could’ve waited much longer with the way she’s changed from an
awkward, tall-for-her-age preteen into an actual sports illustrated model. Her
body is unreal. She has actual abs, like almost a six pack, and thighs like you
wouldn’t believe. And there are these dark freckles sprinkled randomly all over
her body, her stomach and back in particular, that get him all worked up for
some reason. He never thought freckles were a thing for him until he saw her in
a bikini for the first time that summer. Everything about Liam screams goddess.
She exists on a plane so far above everyone else and she doesn’t even realise
it.
“Sorry,” she says a beat later, punctuating it with a particularly deep stroke.
She still manages to sound sincere even after that impish laugh. Her light
brown hair is in an impromptu ponytail, the little wisps of baby hair floating
around her glowing face as she continues to fuck him without taking a break.
She swears to god she’d never ridden anyone before him, but the way she works
him is better than some of the people Zayn’s been fucking since junior high.
Liam looks at the dreamy look on Zayn’s face as he stares at her, and she does
really feel sort of bad about what’s she’s about to do, but he did ask for it.
Liam hesitates before pulling her hand up and slapping him across the face.
Instead of crying out in pain as she’d expected, his eyes just roll to the back
of his head as he releases a guttural moan and pushes his hips up into hers.
Liam takes that as a good sign and roughly pinches his nipples, something about
him she’d figured out on her own.
“Ah, fuck,” he whines breathlessly, and Liam thinks she’s caught on now. He
doesn’t have a slapping kink. He has a pain kink or something, which is fine.
Liam thinks to herself that if he liked all that, he probably would like it if
she pulled his hair. Liam carefully watches Zayn’s expression as she cards her
fingers into his silky black hair before tightening her grip around the dark
strands. She forces his head back down into the pillow, using her other hand to
push down on his chest and keep him there. The new leverage allows her to fuck
faster than before, genuinely enjoying the position herself.
“I’m gonna-“
Liam doesn’t wait for him to finish, pulling off of him and assuming her place
on her hands and knees in front of him. He gets up right behind her and not
even seconds later she hears him grunt loudly before warm splashes cover her
back.
She’s not sure why he likes to do it there, but apparently he finds something
about her back really sexy.
Liam’s not too upset she didn’t get to cum on his dick like last time because
he’s had her in his room since school let out and she’s already had hers three
times now.
“God, Liam,” he sighs happily as he gets off her to find something to clean her
with, which ends up being his t shirt from earlier. “You’re, like, so amazing,”
he praises as he wipes her down. She knows he just means sexually, but she
can’t help the blush that spreads across her cheeks.
“Adorable too,” he jokes, pinching her cheek causing her face to redden even
further. Liam’s like... kind of full on in love with him.
“Are you hungry?” he asks a second later, turning on the tv in his room.
“When am I not?” Liam tries to joke back casually, but her voice cracks
awkwardly.
“I can reheat pasta or we can eat pb&j’s, or fruit. I can probably get away
with stealing a box of V’s macaroni. Or popcorn. Or ice cream.” Zayn notices
he’s rambling and cuts himself off. “Whatever you want.”
Liam really wants to say all of it because she’s sick of her athletic diet and
also Harry’s rabbit food. “Did you say ice cream?”
Zayn nods and starts listing the flavours and toppings they have, insisting
that he bring it back upstairs to her and let her eat in bed, like a fucking
princess. Liam could take him all over again.
End Notes
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