One Direction Requested One Shots

Twerk For Me [Ziall]

A.N.: Prompt by society-hate-internet-love on tumblr but I've never seen the Louisville Q&A so I improv-ed. I feel like it's... bad? Ugh.

“I am now,” Niall announced, walking back into the living room and he stepped over Zayn’s outstretched legs to get back to his seat. “Officially a member of the twerk team.” Niall raised his phone and held it out for Zayn to see, shoving it closer when Zayn didn’t look.

Zayn jumped and looked over, brow furrowing as he took in the picture before his tongue swelled. Niall was in the picture, along with several other unknown people, one guy and two girls, but Niall was at the forefront. He had his back to the camera but was looking over his shoulder to shoot the person holding it a wide grin, tongue hanging out playfully from between his tempting lips. Niall had his hands clasped on his lower back, thighs spread wide and little ass jutting out in a pair of baggy, beige cut offs.

“Oh.” Zayn breathed, eyes glued to the screen as he licked at his lips unconsciously. “Wow,” He breathed out almost without realizing that he’d said it until Niall grinned at him proudly and he cursed himself for speaking so carelessly.

“I was thinking of doing it on stage one day. Whaddya think?” Niall asked, shoving the phone away but it was as if the image was burned onto Zayn’s eyes because, wherever he looked, it was as if it was still there.

Zayn didn’t think that was such a good idea but he wasn’t so cruel as to say it to Niall’s face so he just nodded and stared blankly at the TV screen in front where a game of Call of Duty was preloaded, ready to play. Zayn would never admit it, least of all to Niall, but he had had his share of filthy day dreams on occasion featuring the Irish lad and a number of impossible sex positions but this picture took the cake because it was real and it gave Zayn a number of new ideas for his imagination to toy with.

If he had the balls for it, Zayn could imagine himself asking Niall for a live demonstration at this moment, could imagine Niall blushing slightly but standing up defiantly to show him. Zayn would watch as Niall crouched and bent his knees, spreading his thighs before he raised his hands in the air so he could pop his ass like a pro and Zayn would watch for a moment before he stood up and wrapped his arms around Niall’s waist.

Zayn could imagine himself tugging Niall against him before he sank onto the couch again and let Niall sit on his lap. He would grip Niall’s hips tightly in his large hands before he started guiding him to grind down on Zayn’s lap in a slow circle, forcing his pert ass onto his crotch and Zayn would rock up into him slowly but stridently. He would move them together languidly until Niall finally broke and begged for him, kicking off his clothes before pressing back against Zayn, rutting into him desperately.

Zayn would chuckle but shake off his own clothes, wrapping his arms around Niall’s waist as he pressed his chest against Niall’s back. He would slide a hand between them, palming at his cock before he teased Niall with the slick head of it and, because it was his imagination, Niall’s body would just give around his cock and he would slide all the way in to the hilt, encased in warmth.

Zayn would settle back against the couch, running his hands over Niall’s chest to tweak his nipples and roll the buds under his fingers. He would slap the inside of Niall’s thighs lightly to spur him into movement, stroking his thumbs into the supple skin until Niall started bouncing on his lap, rising and falling in quick, desperate movements with short, high pitched breathes.

Zayn could imagine himself groaning for more because it wasn’t enough, wasn’t enough, wasn’t enough, and he would wrap his hands around Niall’s thighs, lifting his legs up to press his thighs against his chest before he started rocking his hips up into Niall, grinding his hips in a circle to feel more and Niall would just let his head fall back against Zayn’s shoulder as he whined through his teeth.

Zayn would thrust up into Niall, fucking louder moans out of him each time until Niall came untouched, splattering his thighs and chest and crying out Zayn’s name in abandon and his body would tighten around Zayn so much that he would grit his teeth and slam deep into Niall. Zayn would dig his nails into Niall’s thighs and thrust shallow into him, huffing over Niall’s shoulder as he too hit his climax.

Zayn would let Niall’s thighs go and push against his back instead, forcing Niall to bend so he could see himself imbedded deep as he pulsed inside before he laced his fingers in Niall’s hair and tugged him up, twisting his head around to kiss him hard on the lips and that mouth would taste like heaven. Niall would roll his hips down into Zayn as they kissed until it started to hurt because they were both so god damn sensitive and then Zayn would force Niall off his cock but keep him close, running his hands over the curve of Niall’s pert ass.

Zayn could imagine his fingers pressing into his pale skin, squeezing so that it flushed before he noticed the slight trail of come sliding down the inside of Niall’s thighs and, god, did Zayn want to taste him so he would push Niall properly off his lap but force him to bend over the coffee table. Zayn would press Niall’s his palms flat against the smooth coffee table top as he ran his hands down Niall’s lithe legs, feeling them tense from his touch. He would kneel behind Niall and run his hands back up Niall’s legs. He would cup his ass before he spread him wide, revealing his prize, letting his tongue catch a drop on his thigh before he leaned in properly. Zayn would suck at the sensitive patch of skin right underneath his pink rim just to hear Niall cry out wantonly, just to feel Niall’s knees buckle for a moment.

Zayn would lay his tongue flat against Niall’s hole, tasting him before he dug in deeper for more, tensing and curling his tongue. He would make Niall beg for release, make him pray to every god on high. He would only let him come after he had licked every trace of his own release from inside him, using his deft tongue to drive Niall to the brink of insanity and back and Niall would cry out in a voice strained and wrecked from overuse because Zayn would make him use it until his throat was raw and his thighs were stiff and sore from being tensed after he was wracked with another orgasm.

“Zayn?” Niall chirped suddenly, leaning in front of his tanned friend before he poked his cheek lightly and Zayn almost jumped out of his skin, taking a breath so fast that he choked on it. “Are…you okay?”

Zayn snapped out of his haze and looked over at Niall, wide eyed at the thought of being caught lost in his dirty imagination. “Yeah, uh,” Zayn stuttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously before he wrapped his fingers around the controller in his lap again. “‘m fine.” He shook his head and forced himself to stare at the screen ahead, working his thumbs over the joysticks slowly. “Let’s just play.”

“Okay…” Niall trailed off, starting the game and, because he wasn’t looking, Zayn pressed the controller harder on his lap and let out a short gasp at the welcome friction to his aching cock before he hissed through his teeth, turning away when Niall shot him a questioning look. He would just have to keep his thoughts to himself.

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