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This one is from tumblr and the next one too all credits for writer: imjustzialling?
Summary: Niall finds Zayn's sketch book, and he doesn't expect what he finds.
Warning: Dirty Talking, smut, a lot of it, kink, Daddy kink
Enjoy!:)
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Niall was at his and Zayn's hotel room, looking through practically everything for his wallet. What kind of an internationally big super star, in one of the biggest boy bands, loses his wallet? Well, Niall Horan. He just wanted his damn wallet.
Niall found himself shuffling through clothes and junk in Zayn's suitcase, until he came across a sketchbook. 'Zayn keeps a sketch book?' Niall thought, even though he should've expected it, the lad loved to doodle and draw and was rather great at it. The material was black, but worn out so it looked grey with white pages—a vintage look given to it.
Niall found himself flipping the page, as he sat on the carpet, leaning back on the edge of the wooden bed's base. The first page had Zayn's name in graphic writing and pictures drawn saying 'Keep Out' and 'Danger'. He was going to hold this against Zayn for the rest of their lives.
Niall flipped through drawings of most random things, sunsets, to cartoon sketches, and even some random Varsity designs. Niall was about to close the book, until he flipped the page one more time and saw something he didn't expect to. His eyes widened, almost falling out of their sockets.
It was a drawing of Niall...
Naked. And Zayn was between Niall's legs, beneath him, on his knees, obviously holding his dick by the base and the tip of it in his mouth. Niall raised an eyebrow and flipped to the other page and seeing a lot more details printed on, along with speech bubbles.
Zayn was on his hands and knees, it was clearly Zayn with the dark hair in a quaff and the several tattoos on the body. Along with Niall, obviously, with his hands on Zayn's hips and it looked as if Niall were fucking Zayn.
And Niall was right because when he read the speech bubbles, his eyes popped open.
"Do you like that, Daddy?'' Read Niall's speech bubble.
"Yes baby, keep fucking me, my little whore.'' Read Zayn's.
Niall bit his lip, processing this through his thick head. Sure he'd noticed how Zayn would hold eye contact with him and then blush with that obvious pink spreading across his tan cheeks. Or when their hands would brush, Zayn would look at his feet and roll his lips between his teeth. But this, this was different, unexpected, that not only Zayn had several drawings of himself and Niall, but they were sexual and it seemed that Zayn had an extreme Daddy kink. Every bubble had something to do with Niall calling Zayn Daddy, and 'obeying' him.
"Fuck, Daddy, you're so big,'' Niall's little bubble read, as he was in an obvious riding position on Zayn's shaft.
"Fuck, be a good boy for Daddy, yeh?'' Zayn had his hands on Niall's hips, as Niall's were on Zayn's chest. The thing about Zayn's drawing was that it was clear and descriptive; you could pretty much make out everything and the entire situation.
Niall flipped the page again, feeling his pants tightening as he observed the pictures and studied them each with each line and curve; as if Zayn had memorized every line and curve, along with muscles in his body.
There was an entire page of writing, which took Niall by hell of a surprise because wow.
Things I want Niall Horan to do to me:
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– Kiss me.
– Make out with me
– French Kiss me
– Touch Me
– Touch my cock
– Suck my Cock
– Rim me/Eat me out
– Finger me
– Strip for me
– Stick a dildo/vibrator up my ass
– Finger me
– Fuck me with his cock
– Stick his cock and a dildo up my ass the same time
– Tie me up and ride me
– Rough fuck me without lube
– Cum on my face
– Make me swallow his cum
– Lick cum off my body
– Tease me until I cry
– Wear a red dress and red lipstick because fuck Red looks good on him
– Let me ride him
– Fuck me against the wall
– Fuck me in the shower
– Let me fuck him open
– Put a cock ring on me
– Break my bed
– Call me his Daddy
– FIST ME.
That was something he didn't expect, it was obvious that Zayn had wanted Niall for a long time, and Niall couldn't help but imagine Zayn underneath him as he rode the boy, sweat on their bodies, moaning each others names, coming undone everywhere.
Niall had to bit his own lip from moaning as he looked at the other page.
Other things I want to do with Niall Horan:
– Cuddle (After sex too).
– Kiss in the rain
– Hold hands
– Watch movies
– Feed each other
– Sleep in the same bed
– Hold him in my arms
– Eskimo Kisses
– Go out on dates
– Give him my jacket when he's cold
– Make him happy
– Make him laugh
– Make his day
– Be his 3 AM
– Be more than band mates or best friends
– Tell him how much I love him
– Be his boy friend, maybe even more
– Make love
