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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Original_Female_Character(s), Liam_Payne/Original_Female
      Character(s), Louis_Tomlinson/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne, Niall_Horan, Harry_Styles,
      Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Spanking, Rough_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-07 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1744
****** While She's Away ******
by pesy
Summary
     Claire is a stereotypical good girl; she maintains her status in the
     top ten percent of her class, has never had a boyfriend and babysits
     in nearly all her spare time. By everyone's standards, Zayn is a
     fantastic father. He spends time with his kids whenever he isn't
     working, keeps photos of them on his desk when he is and portrays the
     image of a perfect family to the outside world even when his marriage
     is falling apart at the seams. To Claire, the father of the children
     she babysits is perfect, with his classic good lucks and sweet
     disposition and to him Claire is the epitome of youth and beauty,
     with her bright red hair and tight body. When Zayn's wife leaves, he
     finds refuge in Claire and they continue to see each other.
"Claire, wake up," he murmured, rubbing her shoulder as he coaxed her awake. As
her eyes fluttered open, she gasped at how close her face was to his. "Are you
okay, Claire?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
"Yes, Mr. Malik. You just startled me."
He laughed. "How many times have I told you, you can call me Zayn."
"Sorry," she mumbled again.
"It's not a problem. So, How much do I owe you tonight?"
She looked at the clock and furrowed her eyebrows. "Not much; I've only been
here two hours. I thought you weren't supposed to be home until 1."
He pulled out his wallet and sifted through. Sighing as he pulled out the
money. "Well, my wife decided that I was, in her words, a 'selfish, immature
bastard' and that she would be staying at her parents for the next week."
He handed her the money and she swallowed. "Do you want me to work more hours
this week then? I don't have a last period class so if you need me to pick up
the kids from school, I can."
He smiled. "You could do that? I feel awful asking-"
"You didn't ask, I offered. They go to Northridge, right?"
He nodded. "Let me write you a note to give to their teachers then."
He gestured for her to follow as he walked down the hallway and into his
office. He sat behind his desk and took a piece of paper from a notebook lying
on the surface. He looked up to see her standing in the door. "You can sit
down, you know," he laughed.
She walked over and took a seat as he scribbled a permission slip and handed it
to her. "Do you need a ride home? I can call you a cab."
She shook her head. "My friends are actually picking me up at 1. I didn't think
you'd be back early."
"Well, you're welcome to stay until then. Do you want some coffee while you
wait?"
She smiled and nodded. "Sure."
As they walked out of the office, the sound of feet padding down the stairs and
quiet whispering filled their ears. The oldest girl peaked her head from around
the corner. "Daddy!" she said, jumping into his arms. The other three kids all
ran towards him as well, hugging his legs.
He kneeled down and smiled as they all recounted eating dinner and bedtime
stories with Claire. Finally, one of the boys asked, "Where's mommy?"
"She decided to go away for a few days, but she'll be back soon."
The other boy asked, "Can Claire be our mommy while she's gone?"
He laughed. "I dunno. Can you Claire?"
She laughed and nodded. "Of course!"
"But it's almost 9:30 and it's time for bed. If you ask really nicely, I bet
you can get Claire to help tuck you in."
"Please, Claire," the youngest girl asked, pouting.
"I don't know," Claire said, feigning uncertainty.
"Please," all the kids chorused.
"Oh, alright. Now go upstairs, I'll be there in a minute."
As they ran up the stairs, Claire turned to their father. "I'll be back in a
minute."
He nodded and smiled as she climbed the stairs after them.
After she finished tucking them in, she came downstairs to see Zayn with a
bottle of wine, sitting on the couch.
She sat next to him and he asked, "Would you like a glass?"
"Sure," she said.
"Wait, he paused mid-pour. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," she mumbled.
"Then don't tell anyone about this. One drink never hurt anyone, though. Did
it?"
"No, Mr. Malik." He raised an eyebrow. "Zayn. Sorry."
"It's alright," he said, handing her a glass and taking a sip of his himself.
His jaw flexed as the drink touched his lips and Claire's heart beat faster as
she realized how attractive he was.
As she stared at him, dazed, he asked, "Claire? Are you okay?"
She had never seen someone more attractive. His defined jawline was covered in
stubble and his lips were full and more than anything she wanted to kiss him.
Feigning seeing a spot on his shirt, she moved closer. "Is that wine?" she
asked, moving so her face was inches from his chest. "No. I must be seeing
things," she murmured, lifting her head so that their noses brushed.
Neither of the two spoke, but instead seemed to be weighing each other's
actions. Zayn was the first to give in, exhaling as he closed the gap between
their mouths, their lips moving together fervently. Her hands cradled his jaw
as she straddled his waist, grinding into his lap in attempts to gain some
friction.
As he groaned, realization washed over him. "Claire, this is wrong," he said as
her hips continued to gyrate against his lap. "I'm married," he gasped as hit a
particularly good spot. "The kids are upstairs."
She kept moving. "Please," she said.
"No." He shook his head and grabbed her hips, trying to stall them.
She gasped, feeling his fingers digging into her sides. She knew that there
would be ten fingertip sized bruises on her hipbones tomorrow to remind her of
what happened. "I like it when you're rough," she moaned as she tried to
continue her hips movements.
"Claire, I can't," he said, resolve failing.
"I want to cum."
"Claire-"
"Please, daddy."
He paused. "What did you say?"
"Daddy," she whimpered.
He mumbled a string of profanities under his breath as his hands cupped her ass
and he stood up, her legs still wrapped around his hips.
He carried her to his room, throwing her on his bed then locking the door.
"These walls are practically soundproof Claire. You can make as much noise as
you want," he said, pulling his jacket off as he undid the buttons on his
shirt.
She imitated his movements, pulling her shirt over her head and tugging her
shorts off.
She stared at him as he undid his belt, hands working quickly. He tossed it on
the ground next to the bed before moving onto the bed, hovering above Claire.
He cupped her face with one hand while the other slipped behind her arched back
to unclasp her bra. His lips found hers for seconds before moving down her
neck, leaving harsh red marks as he kissed down her breasts, her fingers
knotted in his hair.
His mouth trailed down her stomach as he finally looped his fingers in her
panties and pulled them to her knees. He looked up at her hungrily as he began
to lap at her folds. She draped her legs on his shoulders as he found her clit
and began to suck on it.
Quiet moans and slight gasps were falling from her lips as her back arched and
pressure began to form in her stomach. Her head tipped back and she screamed as
she came.
It was different than any of the few orgasms she had before, seeming as they
were all self inflicted. She had only slept with one boy who was her age and,
unfortunately, most seventeen year old boys don't specialize in getting girls
off.
This was more intense than anything shed ever felt. Stars clouded her vision as
his hands worked her mercilessly.
He drew his hand away from her core, resting them on her hips and dragging her
towards the edge of the bed. He sat up and pulled her into his lap on her
stomach. Before she could ask what he was doing, he leaned down. Tucking her
hair behind her ear, he whispered, "I didn't say you could cum."
She didn't know how to respond, so she stayed silent. "I'm going to make sure
you never cum without asking me again."
He brought his hand down on her ass and she squealed in surprise. He did the
same to the other cheek, this time harder. After a few more hits, she had
buried her face in the mattress, muffling the moans coming from her lips.
He touched her more gently now, fingers tracing along the red marks his hand
left. As his thumb and index finger slid up her thigh, he asked, "You want me
to touch you?"
She whimpered. "Beg for it," he said, teasing her entrance.
"Please," she murmured desperately.
"You can do better than that," he taunted.
"Daddy, please," she moaned. "I want you inside me. Fuck me, daddy. Please."
His fingers slid into her and she moaned in response, burying her face in the
mattress and thrusting back on him.
Pulling her face from the mattress, she gasped, "Daddy, please. I'm going to
cum."
To her displeasure, he removed his fingers from her core. She heard him moving,
but stayed still. The sound of foil being torn was followed by his fingers
spreading her open. He crouched over her, so that his lips were brushing her
ear and the tip of his cock was at her entrance. "You want daddy's cock?" he
asked.
"Please, daddy," she whimpered.
He began to push himself in slowly, her breath hitching as he filled her. After
she was completely filled, he drew himself almost all the out before thrusting
back in forcefully. She gasped and he knotted one hand in the roots of her hair
as he repeated his actions.
"I fucking love red hair," he growled over the slapping of skin against skin
and her moans. His other hand traveled the length of her body, tweaking her
nipples and rubbing her clit in between groping at her curves.
His fingers eventually made their way to her mouth, where she sucked on them
until the knot in the depths of her stomach grew unbearable. "Daddy, can I
please cum!" she moaned, her voice muffled by his hand.
"Cum, princess," he grunted. Her back arched and toes curled as she opened her
mouth noiselessly, as if she was incapable of making a sound. As the initial
shock settled and she began to contract around him, she bit down on his
fingers, her nails raking down the sheets.
She crumpled as he kept fucking her, her face and chest buried in the mattress
as she shook uncontrollably. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he screamed, pulling out. She
felt him release at the base of her spine before he let go of her and she fell
completely, her body still trembling as he wiped his cum off her back. "You're
fantastic princess," he whispered before beginning to dress himself.
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