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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik, Greg_Horan
  Additional Tags:
      brief_mention_of_past_Harry_Styles/_Nick_Grimshaw, 14_year_old_Niall, 19
      year_old_Zayn, Daddy_Kink, Smut
  Series:
      Part 1 of Had_me_hanging_on_the_thrill_of_it
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-04 Words: 2501
****** I could be your daddy daddy ******
by PornyZiallFeels
Summary
     Daddy! kink Ziall, basically
Notes
     I'm not really into daddy kink at all, no judging if you are but it
     was requested by an anon and i honestly don't remember starting it
     but i woke up to it half written in my docs folder and just finished
     it for shits and giggles.
See the end of the work for more notes
Niall heard the sound of tires on gravel and knew it was Greg’s car that had
pulled into the driveway without even having to look out the window and all at
once he sucked in a breath, just great his older brother was home from school
for the weekend to celebrate a friend’s birthday that he just couldn’t miss
because ‘isn’t every day Johnny boy turns 21 ya see’ which apparently had been
enough explanation for Maura and Bobby.  Hehowever certainly wasn’t looking
forward to the next two days with his older brother back in the house, they
didn’t get along at the absolute best of times he could only imagine how much
worse Greg had grown since being up at university for the last four months.
 
With both their parents still at work and Niall only just having gotten in from
school the blonde knew it would only be a matter of time before Greg called him
downstairs for a proper greeting—it was always the same with Greg whenever he
came back from any prolonged stay away from home he always expected his return
to be some kind of big deal and maybe their parents pacified this need but
Niall would be damned if he had a part in enabling his tormentor for most of
his life.
 
Needless to say when the front door crashed open and Greg bellowed up for him
to get his ruddy arse downstairs and give his big bruh a hug Niall huffed
loudly and figured this battle would be better suited for another time and
threw on a loose American flag tank top that really did  piss poor job of
actually covering his body, even as he thought this his right nipple slipped
out with his movements as he took the stairs two at a time down to the living
room where he assumed he would find his both with his legs crossed up on the
coffee table and already munching on his bag of honey bbq Fritos
 
Instead Niall rounded the corner and came to a sudden halt as he took in the
scene Greg hanging up jackets while someone bent over at the waist sets down
two duffle bags and Niall nearly groans as he takes in the lovely sight and
feels an all too familiar stirring in his sweatpants cutoff shorts this has
never happened before not the boner, because shit he's been popping stiffies
since he was a twelve so 2 years now but it’s never been this instantaneous and
before he can think to cover it up or hide.
 
Greg's voice is booming 'ah here's the little wanker' and aren't those words
just fitting he thinks as he watches the mysterious stranger with a spectacular
ass slowly turn to face him and if Niall has been on the verge of groaning
before he might have actually groaned out loud this time only hopefully low
enough that it hadn't traveled to the other boy's ear because whoever that ass
belonged too had an even more perfect face. All sharp lines and soft eyes and
rugged scruff on his chin, the side of his cheeks and down most of his neck
that Niall would never admit it, not even to his best friend Harry who once
confessed to having fooled around with a primary school teacher from the next
town over whom he met offline Mr. Grimshaw who'd actually have his penis in his
mouth.
 
 But Niall had a thing for facial hair, dark scruff along a chiseled jaw turned
him on like nothing else, hell he'd even gotten a hard on flipping through a
Paul Bunyan story book and he couldn't even look at a Gillette razor commercial
if anyone else was in the room in fear of dying of embarrassment but this boy
that couldn't be much older than Greg he was pretty much the epitome of every
one of Niall's wet dreams.
 
“Uh yeah, Greg welcome home, what’s the craic?” What he wanted to say was who
the fuck was that and what was he doing mucking around with the likes of you?
 
“Nothing much, this here’s me mate and roomie from Uni. Zayn.” Ah, Zayn even
his name exuded sex, Niall was surely in trouble.
 
“Hello Zayn, you alright?” He managed to choke out, cheeks immediately flushing
as he did so and not for the first time in his fourteen years of life Niall
cursed his Irish heritage, namely his pale complexion and proneness to
flushing.
 
“Oh yeah more than, ta.” The olive skinned Adonis said, fixing him with a
playful smirk that literally went straight to Niall’s dick. As if on cue the
older boy’s eyes zeroed in on Niall’s crotch and Niall looked down to see his
worst nightmare, cursing his decision to wear his sweatpants cutoffs that
literally left nothing to the imagination as his erection was plain and truly
outlined for all to see.
 
Eyes wide and blushing all over Niall turned and fled to the safety of his room
without another word. He immediately dove face first onto his bed and honestly
gave suffocation a go but of course in the end he turned his head and gasped
for breath after only a few minutes. He lay there stewing in his own
humiliation for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than twenty
minutes or so when there was a soft wrapping of knuckles at his door and
without moving he called for the person on the other side of the door to get
bent and leave him the hell alone. Thinking it were his nosey ass brother who
never did know how to leave well enough alone.
 
He really should’ve known better though because since when did Greg ever knock?
When the door opened slowly despite his protests Niall whirled around sitting
up in the process to glare samurai sword type daggers at his brother and accuse
him of being impodent when the words got caught in his throat at the sight he
was faced with not his brother stood in his doorway but Zayn, wearing that
bloody infuriating smirk from earlier.
 
“Sorry to interrupt your teenage girl melt down but.”
 
“Wasn’t…” Zayn rolled his eyes.
 
“Alright, well just thought you ought to know Greg’s gone to market to fetch
some proper booze, because apparently the brew your folks keep in the house is
for pussies?”
 
“Damn right it is, ain’t even worth trying to sneak it out to get sloshed with
me mates down by the creek, don’t know how Bobby drinks that piss.”
 
“Hmm, well just wanted you to know it’s just you and me in the house at the
moment.”
 
“Yeah? Alright thanks?” Zayn rolled his eyes again, smiling with amusement as
he entered the room without asking and kicked the door shut behind him for good
measure. Niall watched with wide confused eyes tracking the older lad’s every
movement.
 
“I thought you'd like to know...so you wouldn't have any reservations about
screaming my name.”
 
“Huh?”  Before Niall could ask anything more Zayn had one knee on the end of
the bed the second joining it soon after and the blonde watched, mouth dry as
the Sahara as the darker boy crawled up the bed much like a panther, all sleek
and predatory eyeing Niall’s body like it were his next meal.
 
“Saw how hard you were downstairs, was that for me Niall, did I do this to
you?” He rasped, bringing a palm up to rub against the younger boy’s still semi
hard cock, Niall hissed in a gulp of breath, nodding slowly.
 
“Is this how you welcome all your brothers’ guests?” Niall shook his head
without hesitation, watching as the older boy walked his fingers up to the
waistband of his shorts, pausing for less than a beat to meet Niall’s wide blue
eyes before they were dipping in and fishing Niall’s erection out.
 
“N-no.” Niall gasped as the cool air of the room hit his pulsing dick, flushed
and already drooling.
 
“Good, because this is mine, you’re mine now yeah?” This time Niall nodded more
frantically, his neck resembling a damn bobble dolly in his eagerness and
before he knew what was happening Zayn surged forward and captured his lips in
a kiss—his first. But when he opened his mouth to warn Zayn that he may not be
very good at it, the older boy was licking his tongue into his mouth massaging
their tongues together before he could utter a sound and Niall figured if he
completely sucked he’d know soon enough and decided to just go with it, let his
body’s urges override his thoughts and just did what felt right.
 
They kissed for a good while, long enough for Niall’s inexperienced lips to
feel used and swollen while Zayn continued to work him at a languid pace. When
the older boy finally pulled away with one last final nip to the blonde’s plump
bottom lip, Niall mewled at the loss.
 
“Say it, I need to hear you say it.” The darker boy snarled, his eyes gone
almost black now with lust. Niall gulped a few times to try and catch his
breath, he’s never been so turned on in his entire life and he’d gone a little
lightheaded to be honest.
 
“Yours, oh god please.” Niall whimpered, his hips nearly rising up off the
mattress as Zayn rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over his sensitive slit.
Zayn, who had since latched onto his neck, sucking and biting on the soft
sensitive skin there, snuffled his nose breathing in Niall’s scent.
 
“Shh babe, it’s alright let daddy take care of you.” Niall nods wordlessly and
the blonde could actually feel the smile unfurl on the older boy’s lips against
his skin.
 
“Fuck, Zayn please.” With the hand not curled around Niall’s dick, Zayn brought
a shaky finger to Niall’s lips.
 
“Mm, nuh uh babe call me daddy yeah?” Niall felt the words more than heard them
as the Zayn spoke into his skin.
 
“What why”
 
“Wantchooto.”  Zayn murmured working his way down to the blonde’s collarbone.
Niall thought about this and really what was the harm in it, Zayn was older
than him after all, it kind of made sense in away.
 
“Um ok, erm daddy.” He tested how it felt rolling off his tongue but wasn’t at
all prepared for the shiver that passed through him.
 
“That’s it baby, let daddy make you feel good.” Zayn grunted, flicking a nipple
with his tongue between words as he made his way down Niall’s chest and
abdomen.
 
“Oh god yes, please daddy, I need…” Just as he thought this Zayn ducked down to
drag the head of his cock along his bristly unshaved jaw, making Niall keen
with pleasure.
 
“I got you babe, daddy knows what you need, always.” Niall made an
unintelligible noise, throwing his head back against his head board with a loud
moan. He completely missed the mischievous glint in the older boy’s eyes as he
ducked down and without further preamble took the head of Niall’s cock between
his lips.
 
Niall’s eyes flew open as he peeked down to where Zayn had his lips wrapped
around him and nearly came right then and there at the dark hooded eyes staring
back up at him. Zayn sucked deeply, hallowing out his cheeks before inching
further down Niall’s shaft, working his tongue expertly as he did and making
the blonde’s toes curl with every inch that disappeared down the other boy’s
throat.
 
When Zayn had all of Niall in his mouth, nose nestled in the golden hairs at
the very base he wasted no time in working his way back up to the tip again,
finding a feverish pace he started to bob on it, not caring about skill or
finesse, he didn’t mind that he wasn’t being neat or pretty as a bit of drool
escaped out the corner of his mouth. All he was focused on were the cries and
moans the blonde couldn’t have repressed if he tried, which he wasn’t.
 
He couldn’t, he’d never had his dick in another boy’s—hell in anyone else’s
mouth before and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last for much longer if the
familiar bubble of heat that was beginning to grow in his belly were any
indication.
 
“Shit daddy, I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me…” Zayn hummed in response but
didn’t back off, sucking even harder if it were possible and that coupled with
the vibrations around his dick Niall barked out a cry and nearly knocked his
head clear through his headboard as he banged the back of his head into it and
came.
 
With a final slurp Zayn let Niall’s spent dick fall from his lips, grinning
toothily up at the pure mess that lay before him. The younger boy sprawled
bonelessly on the bed, his lips red and raw bitten, hair sticking up in total
disarray eyes wide and guileless, trying and failing to focus on him as he
still made little breathy noises as his body continued to quake slightly with
after shakes.  
 
His smile widening slightly with pride, Zayn moved further up the bed to
straddle Niall’s shoulders, causing the blonde to go nearly cross-eyed staring
at the straining bulge of Zayn’s skin tight jeans.
 
“Think it’s time for you to take care of daddy now yeah?” Niall licked his
lips, chest still heaving from his powerful orgasm and nodded, bringing his
hands up behind Zayn to grip his ass through his jeans and bringing his crotch
forward so that he could mouth at the erection hidden beneath rough denim
causing a wet spot to form. He didn’t have the faintest idea what he was doing,
just knew he wanted it, bad.
 
Zayn moaned in encouragement, caressing Niall’s cheeks as if to say ‘good boy’
when the door slamming suddenly downstairs jolted both of them, making them
jump, eyes wide as Greg’s voice boomed up at them from the doorway.
 
“Hey Zayn, where’d you fuck off to? Left our bags still in the foyer and
everything, the fuck man?” Groaning softly at the interruption, Zayn frowned
down at the blonde contrite.
 
“Guess we’ll have to finish this another time then?”  A regretful noise bubbled
from the back of Niall’s throat as he nodded releasing his hold on Zayn’s ass
with a final squeeze. Zayn made a similar noise of protest as he rolled off the
side of the bed to stand. Making a show of adjusting himself he hurried to the
door with one last look over his shoulder that had Niall’s dick stirring once
more.
 
“Don’t let me find out you were in here touching yourself without me, from now
on only I’m allowed to touch you, mine.” With that final warning he was gone
leaving Niall breathless and almost completely hard again because he rather
liked the thought of belonging to Zayn, of being his.
End Notes
     Wasn't was bad to write as a thought but its still not my thing lol.
     <3 Jen
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