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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      ok_yo, Underage_Niall, Older_Zayn, Rimming, Anal_Sex, Fingering, zayn
      fingers_niall_with_his_rings_still_on_idk, Light_Dom/sub, Dom_Zayn, Sub
      Niall, Daddy_Kink, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, why_do_i_always
      write_pwps_when_i'm_so_bad_with_smut, Top_Zayn, Bottom_Niall, Spanking,
      no_liam_or_harry_and_barely_and_louis_i_apologize, Riding, zayn_is
      babysitting_niall, zayn_is_twenty_five, niall_is_sixteen, sorry_im_done
      now_bye
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-15 Words: 6176
****** i'm not trying to fuck tomorrow, baby; i want you ******
by aestheticzjm
Summary
     Louis asks Zayn to babysit a kid - Niall - for him, just for a while.
     Zayn didn't know what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn't
     expecting Niall to be quite so pretty. Zayn also wasn't expecting
     Niall to be interested in him whatsoever, but he was. They end up
     fucking.
Notes
     hello. so this is a really self-indulgent fic that i felt was needed
     since there's been such a lack of ziall fics lately. idk if i like
     how it turned out, but yeah.
     also, niall is only sixteen and i thought i should warn y'all in case
     any of you have a problem with underage or whatever.
     i hope you all like it, and as always, i'd love to know what you
     think of it so you should really comment hahah ^_^
     the song is drunk in love by the weeknd btw, i definitely recommend a
     listen. x
Zayn was sat at his desk, trying his very hardest to focus on the article that
he was (attempting to) write. He had been unfocused for the longest time now,
and it wasn’t for any particular reason, just him being lazy. He rubs at his
temples while exhaling a soft sigh, leaning back against his chair. He’s
brought out of his thoughts by his phone ringing, and Zayn leans forward,
picking it up. He frowns when he sees the caller ID, contemplating whether or
not to actually pick up his phone.
It was Louis, someone that Zayn considered one of his best friends. Said best
friend was a bit of a pain in the ass however, and Zayn wasn’t sure whether or
not he was in the right state of mind to talk to him. He accepts the call
anyways, putting the phone up to his hear.
“Hello?” Zayn says into the receiver, his eyebrows knitting into a soft frown
as he hears shuffling on the other end of the line.
“Hey, Z? Listen, I need some help,” Louis says loudly, and Zayn cringes,
already knowing that he wasn’t going to like whatever Louis needed of him. “Uh,
depends on what it is,” Zayn replies warily, just because he knew that Louis
was always planning some scheme or the other at all times.
But Louis’ voice on the other end sounded pained and frantic, and Zayn’s frown
only deepened. “I promised Maura, one of my mum’s old friends that I’d babysit
her kid but something came up and I don’t think I can make it, shit,” Zayn’s
eyebrows lift at Louis’ “problem”, wondering what the fuck he was even doing
baby sitting at twenty four years old.
He decides to voice his thoughts, shaking his head a bit, despite Louis not
being able to see him. “Lou, what are you even doing? And what does this have
to do with me?” Zayn questions tiredly, not willing to deal with this right
now. He just wanted to sleep,not listen to Louis’ tale of woe that he couldn’t
give two fucks about.
“I don’t know mate, I just couldn’t say no. I got into some shit with my mum
earlier about my asshole of a dad, and she started crying and fuck, she started
talking about how everything would’ve been okay if I hadn’t dropped out of
college, and,” Zayn cuts him off there, “Alright, alright. I still don’t
understand why you need me? You could surely just cancel on Marla, or whatever
the fuck her name is,” Zayn reasons, standing up and walking over to his
kitchen to get a much needed drink.
But Louis begins blabbering again about how he doesn’t want to disappointhis
beloved mother, and how he just knewthat Zayn didn’t have any plans (which was
true, but Zayn still makes an indignant noise because he has a reputation to
maintain) and despite all this, he had still convinced Zayn to babysit this kid
for him, just for a while.
 
So that’s how Zayn found himself sat in his car, waiting outside the local
school for a kid that he didn’t even fucking know. He probably should’ve gotten
out of his car and actually made an effort to look for him, but Louis had
apparently told the kid what kind of car Zayn had anyways so it really didn’t
matter.
He glances up as he hears a knock on his car window, and Zayn pushes the button
for his window to roll down. Standing there is who he assumes to be “Niall” and
Zayn’s eyes widen slightly. This boy was supposed to be sixteen, but he looked
more like twelve, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes and crooked teeth. He was
cute, to say the very least, and Zayn certainly wasn’t expecting someone like
him to turn up. “Erm, yer’ Zayn right? Louis said ye’ were supposed to pick me
up?” and he had an Irish accent that Zayn wasn’t expecting at all, wow.
 Zayn takes a moment to collect himself before nodding and clearing his throat.
“Uh, yeah. Get in,” Zayn says, not unkindly, just shortly. Niall does as told,
and Zayn watches, just now noticing the flower petals smattered throughout his
hair. Jesus fuck, he was adorable.
“Like Louis must’ve already told you, I’m Zayn and uh, I’ll be with you until
nine. And then I think Louis is going to be back from whatever it is he’s
doing,” Zayn explains, starting up his car and beginning to drive.
He sees Niall nod from his peripheral, and Zayn bites down on his lower lip.
“How old are you, Niall?” He questions softly, already knowing the answer from
Louis but still wanting to hear it from Niall’s pretty pink lips. Shit, what
the fuck was that?
 “Just turned sixteen,” Niall answers, shooting Zayn a small smile, crooked
teeth and all. “What about ye’?” Niall asks back after a moment, and Zayn
chuckles softly, shaking his head a bit. “Me? Turning twenty five next month,”
Niall hums a response and they sit for the rest of the car ride in a
comfortable silence, and Zayn pretends that he doesn’t notice the way that
Niall keeps glancing over at him.
Zayn parks his car in front of Niall’s house, surprised by how huge it is.
“Wow, are your parents millionaires or sommat?” Zayn teases, and Niall barks
out this laugh that has Zayn feeling warm all over. This boy was just too
fucking cute for his own good.
 They both get out of the car and walk towards the house, Niall leading the
way. He unlocks the door and walks inside, and Zayn follows him in, shutting
the door behind him. Zayn had no idea how he was supposed to entertain Niall,
because he really wasn’t one that had a way with kids, or anybody for that
matter. His concern had probably showed on his face, judging by the way Niall
turns around and starts laughing at him.
“Ye’ really have no idea what ta’ do, do ye’?” Niall asks playfully, his eyes
on the older boy. Zayn returns the laugh, shrugging his shoulders with a rather
sheepish smile on his lips. “You caught me, ha,” and maybe this wasn’t going to
be so bad. Niall was cute, and he seemed nice enough, so Zayn certainly
wouldn’t mind keeping him company for a while. Cute was an understatement,
really.
This boy was just too fucking flawless, and on top of that, he was wearing a
fucking flower crownfor Christ’s sake – Zayn wanted to see how this small boy
would look beneath him, whimpers flying out of those obscene lips of his while
Zayn pounds into him, relentlessly. Dear Lord, this boy was only sixteen –
there was no way that something like that was going to happen anyways, and Zayn
knew how horrible it was of him to be thinking like that.
Zayn pushes these mildly disturbing thoughts out of his head, unaware of the
way that Niall looks over him appreciatively. “Are you hungry or anything? I
could make you something,” Zayn offers, his gaze rested on Niall. He simply
shakes his head, causing a few flowers to fall off of his head and fucking
hell. “Nah, I’ll just make your job a bit easier for you - think ‘m just gonna
lie down for a bit,” Niall replies, and Zayn shrugs his shoulders and hums a
short response, and he watches Niall saunter up the stairs.
A soft sigh escapes Zayn’s lips because he really had wanted to spend a bit
more time with Niall and maybe get to know the young lad a bit better, but this
was probably better for Zayn  – it would be illegal (and horrible) to do
anything to Niall anyways, no matter how much Zayn wanted to. The thought of
not spending any more time with Niall made him deflate a little and he settles
down on the sofa, turning on the TV.
He had been watching for about half an hour now, his eyelids beginning to droop
slightly. It wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before, but
he was going to have to wait for Louis to show up (which wasn’t for a few
hours) before he could go back home. Zayn was about to drift off, but then he
heard footsteps behind him.
He assumed it to be Niall, and was about to turn around and check, but Niall
was already stood in front of him.
Zayn’s throat dries and his eyes darken at the sight before him, because
fucking Christ. There Niall was, clad in nothing but a pair of boxers which
really left nothing to the imagination. There were still flower petals strewn
throughout his blond locks, and Zayn was convinced that he was going to die.
“Uh, Niall, what’re you d-doing?” Zayn stammers, watching as Niall walks
towards him and Zayn could just feelthe pure lust and wantjust radiating off of
the small boy.
Niall continues walking towards him and Zayn knows that he’s capable of
stopping him, but he doesn’t, just watches Niall, almost as if he were in a
trance. They hadn’t even known each other for more than an hour, Zayn was
definitely not supposed to be thisattracted to the young lad.
Niall continues until he’s right in front of Zayn on the couch, and Zayn can
see a flicker of apprehension on his young features but god, Zayn wants him so
fucking bad. And then Niall is straddling him and Zayn forgets everything
because there’s this gorgeous boy on his lap and Zayn is going to fuck him and
no one is going to interrupt them.
So Zayn leans forward, painfully slow, his eyes flickering from Niall’s eyes to
his lips, waiting for Niall to say anything, any indication that he wanted Zayn
to stop; but he doesn’t, so Zayn kisses him. It’s just a rough press of lips
against lips for a moment, until Niall shifts in his lap. Zayn’s hands travel
from where they were resting by his own sides, to rest gently on Niall’s waist
instead.
Zayn licks into Niall’s mouth eagerly, his fingers digging into the exposed
skin on Niall’s waist and he knew that he was being rough, but who gave a fuck?
Niall whimpers into Zayn’s mouth, pulling away for a breath of air. “Yer’ so
hot, Zayn,” Niall mumbles, and he’s blushing and Zayn is going to hell. He
leans forward and wastes no time in licking into Niall’s mouth once again,
using his grip on Niall’s waist to push him down onto Zayn’s covered cock,
causing them both to let out moans.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful Niall, fuck,” Zayn compliments after
detaching their lips and staring up at Niall in adoration. And Niall is
blushing a pretty pink again, and he looks so good, Jesus Christ. What had this
boy done to him? “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Niall,” Zayn murmurs lowly, his
voice already gone dark with lust.
Niall simply hums in agreement, ducking his head as a submissive gesture and
Zayn just wants to cry.This boy is so pliant and willing and Zayn really just
wants to cry. But he’s not going to cry, he’s going to fuck Niall into the
couch because he doesn’t care anymore.
Zayn grips Niall’s chin with one hand and roughly pulls it down, flicking his
tongue out to trace Niall’s lips before licking his way into Niall’s mouth and
brushing their tongues together sensually. Niall keeps his mouth open and
yielding for the most part, letting Zayn lead the kiss and dominate his mouth.
Zayn brings a hand up to caress Niall’s stomach, before using his thumb and
forefinger to pinch at one of Niall’s dusky brown nipples. This causes Niall to
let out a whine into Zayn’s mouth, and the sound goes straight to Zayn’s dick.
He doesn’t want to waste any more time, so he plants both of his hands on the
underside of Niall’s thighs (not without squeezing his bum first, of course)
and uses his grip on him to stand up, while still carrying him.
Zayn can tell that Niall likes being manhandled firsthand, if Niall’s whimpers
are anything to go by. Zayn carries him upstairs, continuing to suck Niall’s
tongue into his mouth. It wasn’t hard to get him upstairs, considering how
tinyNiall was. Exceptionally short for his age, not to mention his skinny
build. Zayn wasn’t overly muscular himself, but he was certainly much bigger
than Niall.
Zayn lays Niall down onto the large bed once they reached Niall’s bedroom, and
worries his lower lip in between his teeth. Niall is staring up at Zayn with
his large baby blue eyes, looking debauched already despite Zayn doing barely
anything. He can probably tell that Zayn is second guessing this whole
situation because he juts out his lower lip and begins rubbing himself through
his boxers with the heel of his hand.
Then he begins letting out these criminalnoises and thrusting his hips up to
meet his hand, all the while staring up at Zayn with clouded eyes. “C’mon, want
you, Zayn, please,” He whimpers, and rubs the slit of his cock through his
boxers and Zayn had already known this was a lost cause anyways.
So he walks over, grabbing Niall’s wrist and pulling it away from where he was
touching himself. “Did I say you could touch yourself, princess?” He murmurs
huskily, and Niall whines, pushing his hips up forward for just a sliver of
satisfaction. Zayn shifts back, looking down at Niall with an arched eyebrow.
“Are you gonna be good for me, baby? You won’t get fucked unless you’re good,”
He says lowly, his tone dark and authoritative. Niall nods frantically, his
breaths coming out in little huffs. “Yes, please. I’ll be good Zayn, I needyer’
cock. Want you ta’ pound into me until I can’t breathe, Zayn, god,”Niall
groans, his tone pleading and desperate.
Zayn isn’t one to deny pretty young blond boys, especially not ones as
beautiful as Niall so he sits down on the bed, his eyes roaming over Niall’s
exposed small body. Jesus fuck, was this boy aware of how stunning he was? All
bright blonde hair and large blue eyes and pretty pink lips that Zayn would
just love to see wrapped around his cock.
Niall is staring up at Zayn with a mix of adoration and lust in his eyes, so
Zayn leans down again and attaches their lips together, this time more slowly
than their past kisses. He savors this one, and Niall melts into the kiss like
he’s giving it his all.
Zayn takes his time mapping out Niall’s mouth with his own, bringing a hand up
to cup Niall’s cheek.  This kiss is certainly more intimate and passionate than
the other ones, but Zayn just wants to fuck Niall already. So he bites down on
Niall’s lip, none too lightly, and then soothes the bite by licking over it
with his tongue.
Niall moans against Zayn’s mouth, scooting closer so he was sat on Zayn’s lap
again. But Zayn flips them over so he’s hovering over Niall instead and kisses
his lips once more before beginning to plant kisses down Niall’s jaw and neck.
Niall continues to squirm underneath Zayn until Zayn has to use one of his
hands to pin Niall down onto the bed. He stops squirming after that and goes
pliant under Zayn, and his head goes dizzy for a moment because fucking hell;
this boy was really something.
“Will you let me try something out, Niall?” Zayn murmurs softly, before sucking
on one of Niall’s nipples while pinching the other one with his free hand.
Niall groans out a fuck yes, loudly and unabashedly, his hips bucking up
involuntarily, despite Zayn’s large hand holding Niall down.
“Take off your boxers, babe,” Zayn orders, watching as Niall quickly pushes his
boxers down his bum and thighs before looking up to Zayn expectantly.
A smirk graces Zayn’s lips and he hums a short response, sucking the other
nipple into his mouth before pulling away. “Hands and knees, princess,” Zayn
orders, watching Niall scramble to get into position. He smiles endearingly,
taking a minute to just admireNiall; because, god, he was flawless.
He moves over so he was on his knees behind Niall’s bum, taking a second to
appreciate his ass too. He uses his hands to spread Niall’s cheeks apart before
leaning forward to kitten lick at Niall’s rim.
Niall obviously wasn’t expecting it because he screams,his upper half
collapsing on the bed. And he’s so fucking responsive and Zayn just knows that
he could eat him out for days. He pulls away, Niall whining at the loss.
“Relax, babe. Have you ever gotten this done to you?” “Zayn asks slowly, and
his smirk only deepens when he sees Niall shake his head.
“You’re not a virgin though, right?” Zayn questions softly after a moment,
biting down on his bottom lip. “Nah, I’ve been fucked before,” Niall answers
curtly, and Zayn resists the urge to let out a sigh of relief – he wasn’t sure
whether he was ready to take a boy’s virginity, so knowing that Niall wasn’t a
virgin really did relieve him; what he was doing was still insanely wrong
though, and he knew that it was. Zayn pushes the unnecessary thoughts out of
his head, remembering that he had a task at hand to focus on.
So he spreads Niall’s cheeks farther apart (he’s sure it hurts by the way Niall
lets out a loud cry of pain) and licks a stripe from his balls to his rim. Zayn
continues to kitten lick at Niall’s rim slowly, wanting to tease the boy until
he was crying and begging. And Niall really did seem like he was close to
begging, by the way his thighs were quivering and he kept letting out these
little whines that just got Zayn’s dick even harder.
“Please, please, fuck, Zayn, please,” Niall pleads, sounding close to tears;
and that was exactly what Zayn wanted to hear so he leans forward and really
gets to work. He squeezes Niall’s ass harshly while licking over Niall’s rim
with wide, broad licks that have Niall yelling again.
Zayn pushes the tip of his thumb to Niall’s opening, kitten licking around his
finger and just pressing.He bites down on the folds of Niall’s rim lightly,
while pressing his thumb in and Niall is literally shaking. “Fucking hell,
Zayn, yer’ so fuckin’ good at this, shit, shit, shit,” Niall babbles
incoherently, trying to grind his bum back on Zayn’s face so he could tongue
fuck him properly.
Zayn hums disapprovingly at that, bringing a hand up to spank Niall once, fast
and hard.
 But then Niall is coming, and Zayn just watches, continuing to tongue Niall,
and actually pushing his thumb in and out a few times while Niall rides out his
orgasm. Zayn pulls away once Niall stops shaking and is on the verge of
oversensitivity, and disapprovingly tuts. “You weren’t supposed to come,
Niall,” Zayn chides, before wiping at his mouth.
“I, uh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to, please don’t punish me,” and Zayn’s
eyebrows lift at that. He uses his grip on Niall to flip him over so he was on
his back instead. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t ya’, Niall? You did that
on purpose because you knew that I was going to have to spank you and then
choke you with my cock, didn’t you, Niall?” Zayn growls, and where the fuck did
that come from?
But Niall seems to like it, a whine escaping his lips merely at Zayn’s words.
“Yeah, please… daddy,”
And Zayn swears under his breath, closing his eyes for a second. He was going
to hell for this, he just knew it. But this was too good of an opportunity to
let up so Zayn simply nodded at Niall. “Okay baby, anything for my perfect
boy,” he murmurs, and there’s a rosy red dusting Niall’s cheeks now and god.
This was sweet and all, but Zayn wanted to fuck Niall now and Zayn always got
his way. He really didn’t understand how they had even gotten into this
position – they had barely spoken ten words to each other, and here Zayn was,
lips still moist from having just rimmedNiall, fucking Christ.
“Lay on your back, princess,” he murmurs, and Niall does as told, looking to
Zayn expectantly. Zayn settles between those invitingly splayed thighs of his
and presses a soft kiss to Niall’s balls. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re going
to need lube babe, do you have any?” Zayn asks lowly, continuing to press soft
kisses to Niall’s pale inner thighs.
Niall is obviously distracted by what Zayn is doing, if his flushed cheeks are
anything to go by. “Yeah, drawer on the right,” he replies easily, his chest
heaving up and down, mind still hazy from the orgasm.
Zayn stands up after planting an open-mouthed kiss to Niall’s slit (which has
him hissing from over-sensitivity) and getting the small tube of lube from
where it was in Niall’s drawer. Niall is staring up at Zayn from where he’s
sprawled on his bed, normally bright eyes blown dark with lust.
Zayn quickly returns to his earlier position, opening up the lube and slicking
his fingers up with a generous amount of it. He doesn’t waste any time in
pushing in a lube-slicked finger into Niall’s now red rim. He pushes in his
middle finger as well, not going ‘till the knuckles just yet. Niall whimpers
gently, trying to push down on Zayn’s fingers; that is, until, Niall feels
something cold and hard against his rim and lets out a confused noise.
He glances up to see Zayn smirking down at him, a dark look in his eyes. “Oops,
I must’ve forgotten to take my rings off,” Zayn says, but there’s nothing light
nor playful in his tone – he’s calm and controlling, and Niall can only keen at
the rings pressing against his rim because it hurts,but he takes it for Zayn.
Zayn continues to thrust his two fingers in and out, his eyes narrowing at the
tight heat that swallowed them and he just wanted to get on with it and fuck
Niall into the mattress already. But he also wants to take his time with it and
finger Niall until he’s screaming for it. So he does just that, adding his ring
finger in as well.
He’s not gentle with it at all, pushing his fingers in and out of Niall at a
pace that was almost too fast. His rings press into Niall on every alternate
thrust and he curls his fingers, knowing that he’s found Niall’s prostate when
a rough cry escapes his throat and his dick fires up again.
Zayn smirks cockily, continuing to thrust his fingers lazily into that bundle
of nerves. “You like that, princess? Like getting finger fucked like the little
dirty whore you are?”  Zayn growls roughly, unforgivingly hitting his prostate
on every thrust of his fingers – coupled along with the rings, it was almost
overwhelming.
Niall is screaming and writhing on the bed now, torn between pushing back on
Zayn’s fingers or away from them. Zayn simply watches him, an eyebrow arched.
He wasn’t going to fuck Niall until he started begging again, so he just
continued pushing his fingers in and out.
“Ah, ah. Please daddy, need you to fuck me now, daddy, please. Want yer’ cock
to split me in half, fuck me until I can’t breathe, please,” Niall very nearly
screams, and Zayn hums approvingly. “That’s more like it, princess.” he
murmurs, removing his fingers and wiping them on the comforter.
Zayn just then notices the come Niall still had smeared on his stomach from his
orgasm and he snickers softly, amazed at how fucking innocent Niall looked
despite being covered in come. Zayn leans forward, flicking his tongue out to
lick at the come because he just really wants to taste Niall.
Niall groans, throwing an arm over his own eyes as he thrusts his hips up.
“Please Zee, I can’t, ugh,” he complains, and Zayn knows,he just knows that
Niall is close again. So he licks at Niall’s come once more, before pulling
away.
“Condoms are in the same drawer as the lube was,” Niall mutters, his arm still
thrown over his eyes. Zayn raises his eyebrows again, wondering what exactly
this boy got up to in his free time, but he decides not to question it, getting
up and grabbing a condom packet.
He tears the packet open with his teeth, pondering how he had managed to stay
fully clothed during this while Niall was already completely ruined. He quickly
rids himself of his shirt, skinny jeans and boxers, fully aware of Niall
watching him hungrily.
Zayn knows that he’s got nothing to be ashamed of, with his tan lean skin and
countless tattoos. He could only imagine how they would look against Niall’s
creamy unblemished skin and he groans at the thought, tugging at his cock a few
times to get it fully hard.
Niall just watches, entranced by how hot Zayn was. Zayn however, was entranced
by Niall.So small and fucking coy on the whole, yet still so fucking filthy.
Zayn quickly rolls the condom on and watches Niall, tugging his lower lip
between his teeth.
“How do you want me, daddy?” Niall asks, his voice sugary sweet. Zayn groans,
walking over to where Niall was sprawled on the bed. “On my lap, princess,”
Zayn murmurs, voice rough. Niall nods, waiting for Zayn to sit down on the bed.
Zayn gets into position, leaning against the headboard.
Niall walks over to him, throwing a leg over Zayn’s. “C’mon, take as much as
time as you need baby,” Zayn murmurs, staring up at Niall, eyes dark with both
lust and pure want. Zayn takes his own cock and holds it up for Niall, his gaze
resting on him.
Niall lowers himself down on Zayn’s cock slowly, his eyebrows knitted together
in concentration and his chin wobbling. Zayn just watches, unable to do
anything else, really. Niall was already beautiful, but watching him like this
was just breathtaking,at the very least. Niall took his time with it, his face
scrunching up in pain until he’s fully seated on Zayn’s cock.
Zayn gives him a moment, wanting nothing more than to hammer his hips up into
Niall until he couldn’t breathe,but he didn’t – he didn’t want to hurt Niall
more than needed, and fuck, Zayn was already so gone for this boy.
Niall nods, teeth gritted, and Zayn would’ve missed it if he wasn’t staring so
intently at Niall. He assumes it’s his cue to move and he doesn’t bother asking
twice, sitting up a bit, and thrusting his hips up into Niall. Niall screams,
his head falling back and Zayn grips onto Niall’s waist none too lightly.
He’s sure his fingers are leaving bruises onto Niall’s milky white skin but he
can’t bring himself to care, especially not after Niall grinds down onto Zayn’s
dick. “Daddy, please fuck me, please. I’ve been bad, please. I need you to fuck
me, please, please,” Niall begs, and there’s actual tears in his eyes this
time.
Zayn nods frantically, searing their lips together into a bruising kiss as he
pushes his hips up and fucks into Niall properly. Niall’s moans are silenced by
Zayn’s tongue licking into his mouth, and he thrusts up into Niall roughly, his
hands not leaving Niall’s waist. Zayn detaches their lips, wanting to hear him
scream.
“Scream for me, princess. I want to hear you moan for me like the little slut
you are,” Zayn groans, the speed of his hips not deterring. Niall does as told,
animalistic groans leaving his lips as he bounces on Zayn’s cock rapidly.
“Zayn, daddy, fuck, I need,” Niall pants out, unable to speak, unable to
breathe, really because of all consuming this was. Zayn nods, knowing exactly
what he meant. “Okay princess, I know what you need. Daddy always knows what
you need,” he groans out, flipping them over easily.
It wasn’t difficult at all, and Niall was so pliant and open and ready to do
whatever Zayn asked of him, and Zayn was literally dying.
Niall was now on his back, legs splayed wide with Zayn still buried inside of
him from where he was in between Niall’s thighs. Zayn fucks into him, hard and
fast, bringing one hand up to spank Niall’s ass harshly. Niall keens,a loud cry
escaping his parted lips.
Zayn uses his other hand to tap at Niall’s cheek with one of his fingers,
gesturing for him to open his mouth. Niall obliges, and Zayn instantly slips
two of his fingers into Niall’s mouth. He keeps fucking into him and Niall
keeps letting out these desperate whimpers around Zayn’s fingers and it just
makes Zayn fuck him harder.
Zayn suddenly spreads his fingers in Niall’s mouth and Niall chokes around
them, and Zayn feels like he’s two seconds away from coming now. So he slows
the pace down, beginning to grindagainst Niall, keeping his strokes deep and
slow. He removes his fingers from Niall’s mouth to trail them down his chest
and pinch his nipples, and Niall screams, begs for more.
 Zayn doesn’t think that he’s ever been with someone so… responsivebefore, but
he’s certainly not complaining.
Zayn continues thrusting into Niall, leaning down to fuck his tongue into his
mouth, still spanking him. Niall keeps his mouth open for Zayn, sloppily
returning the kiss. Zayn couldn’t,quite literally couldn’t because he had been
on edge the moment that he had laid eyes on Niall. But here Zayn was, now
hammering into Niall’s tight heat while fucking spanking him, and he had
already known that he wasn’t going to last very long.
But Zayn needed Niall to come first, because Niall’s pleasure was far more
important than his own. He buries himself deep into Niall, before spanking him
hard,his rings digging into Niall’s ass.
And then Niall is coming for the second time, hard, letting out a strangled cry
of daddy and Zayn is coming too, before Niall is even finished. Zayn pushes
into him a few more times, riding out his orgasm before pulling out due to
Niall’s hiss of oversensitivity.
Zayn tugs off the condom which was now sagging with his come, and ties it off
before tossing it in the trashcan. He avoids looking at Niall as he collapses
down next to him on the bed, because seriously, what the fuck had he just done?
Zayn had just had sex with a fucking sixteen year old boy,what was he thinking?
“Z-Zayn? Are ye’ okay?” Niall asks tentatively after a short moment, and Zayn
melts as soon as he meets Niall’s gaze. “Yeah, ‘m fine.” Zayn answers shortly,
resisting the urge to chuckle because it really should have been Zayn asking
Niall whether he was okay, not the other way around; Zayn could already see the
bruises forming all over Niall and his lip was bleeding as well, and Zayn was
genuinely worried about whether or not he had been too rough.
“Listen, you can’t, uh, tell anyone we just did that, Niall,” Zayn says slowly,
sitting up and looking down to the ground. He continues when Niall doesn’t
reply, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth: “it was just a spur of the
moment thing, and I really don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry,” he
rambles, silently freaking the fuck out.
Niall sits up too, “I won’t tell anyone, Zee. I promise, and I was the one who
came on to ya’ anyways,” he mumbles and Zayn looks to him, eyebrows knitted
into a frown. He’s unable to stop himself from leaning forwards and capturing
Niall’s lips in a soft kiss, reaching a hand up to cup his jaw.
Niall returns the kiss, bringing up his hands to tangle in Zayn’s hair, and
they continue to kiss for a few more minutes. Zayn breaks the kiss regretfully,
already feeling a lot better because Niall just had that effect on him.
“Get dressed princess, ‘m sure Lou will be here in a bit,” Zayn says gently,
the pet name unintentionally slipping past his lips. Niall nods, heading to the
bathroom to get dressed, and Zayn just sits there, taking his head in his
hands. He knew that there was no point regretting what had already happened, so
he just tugs his boxers on and puts his graphic tee and skinny jeans back on.
 
He quickly heads downstairs, unsure of whether or not he wanted to face Niall
once he came out. He picks up his phone from where he had left it on the
kitchen counter. Zayn quickly dials Louis’ number, bringing the phone up to his
ear. “Hello, Lou? Could you, uhm, please hurry up? Really need to get home and
finish an article,” Zayn says lowly into the receiver, just needing to get the
fuck out of the house as soon as possible.
Louis tells him that he’ll be there in fifteen minutes and Zayn ends the call,
leaning against the kitchen counter while rubbing at his temples. He glances up
when he hears Niall come down, his arms wrapped around himself, looking rather
distressed.
“Are you hungry now? I could heat up some food for you,” Zayn offers, trying
his best not to let his voice waver. Niall looks at Zayn with raised eyebrows,
and he shakes his head. “Cut the shit, Zayn. You fucked me, running away from
it isn’t going to help anyone,” Niall replies bluntly, crossing his arms in
front of his chest.
A breath escapes Zayn’s lips at how straightforward Niall was when he says it,
and Zayn nods, shaking his head a bit. “I know, ‘m sorry, Niall. I’m being a
dick for no reason at all, and I know that I can’t turn back what just
happened, and I’m sorry,”
“The thing is though, I don’t want to turn it back, Zayn. I wanted it, and ye’
know it. Stop acting like yer’ the victim here when I came onto you like that.”
Niall says slowly, and Zayn is surprised by how mature Niall is despite only
being sixteen years old. Then again, they had literally just had sex so it
really wasn’t that strange.
“Give me yer’ number Zayn, please. I really wanna talk to you again,” Niall
murmurs, and Zayn really can’t say no his pretty pink cheeks and baby blue eyes
so of course, he gives Niall his number. Niall notes it down, looking almost
surprised, as if he wasn’t actually expecting Zayn to actually give it to him.
Zayn watches Niall for a moment, still taken away with how fucking stunning he
was. Looked like an angel, in all honesty – he obviously wasn’t an angel
though, he was filthy and Zayn was sort of glad that he got to experience it
firsthand.
They both continue just staring at each other, brought out of their spell by
the doorbell ringing. The staring wasn’t even weird and Zayn didn’t feel
uncomfortable at all, being with Niall just felt right.“That’s probably Louis,”
Zayn murmurs, and Niall nods, biting down on his lip. Niall leans forward
shyly, stepping on the tips of his toes to plant a soft kiss to Zayn’s lips
before pulling away with a soft blush dusting his cheeks.
A half smile curves at Zayn’s lips and he’s still internally freaking out but
Niall’s presence just calms him down.
Zayn makes his way to the front door, unlocking it, and he had never been so
relieved to see Louis in his life. Of course he wanted to spend more time with
Niall, but he really just needed some time to himself to figure out exactly
what the fuck had just happened. “Hey Lou,” Zayn greets, forcing a small smile
at him.  An easy grin graces Louis’ lips and he returns the greeting, his eyes
flickering over to Niall standing by the kitchen counter awkwardly.
“I’ll take it from here Zee, thank you so much,” Louis says gratefully, pulling
Zayn into a one-harmed hug. Zayn simply nods, turning around to give Niall a
wave. “Bye, Niall,” he says casually, not wanting Louis to suspect anything –
it would obviously look strange if Zayn just left without saying anything.
Niall returns the wave, shooting Zayn a crooked smile. He hears one more thing
from Niall before shutting the door behind him: “Bye, Zee!” and Zayn wasc
onvinced that would be the last thing he’d ever hear from Niall’s lips.
 
 
Oh, if only Zayn had known that that certainly wasn’t the last of Niall that
he’d be seeing; not by a long shot.
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