Pure Seduction

You wait until Zayn gets home from tour to tell him you got it done. Somehow the words ‘oh by the way, I got my tongue pierced’ never seemed to find a place in your infrequent and coveted conversations, and if you’re honest with yourself you’re a little nervous about how he’ll react to it. You had mentioned it in passing before, but you’ve also mentioned getting five dogs and opening up your own bakery with your pastry chef cousin; you doubted he’d taken you very seriously when you said it. Zayn has never been one to police you on what to put on or do with your body (except when you’re in bed and he’s instructing you on how to work his cock), and you’ve always considered yourself independent, yet you know you’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t like it.

So when Zayn creeps in through the door at a quarter to midnight and dumps his bags onto the floor with a weary sigh, your heart thrums a little in nervous anticipation. You’d been up and expecting him, and you jump up to meet him as soon as you heard his key in the lock. The exhaustion in his face is eclipsed by how wide he grins at you when he sees you, and, momentarily forgetting your anxiety,you let out a little squeal when he scoops you up into his wiry arms and spins you around.
His lips find yours immediately in a series of can’t-believe-you’re-finally-here, God-I-missed-you-so-fucking-much, almost-died-without-you kisses that grow in urgency and intensity until his hands are under your shirt and your teeth are nipping at his bottom lip.
You find yourself with your back pressed against the cool hardwood floor, and Zayn has you right there in the foyer, too eager to even remove more than the necessary clothing before he enters you.

You lay catching your breath afterward, scratching your fingertips soothingly over his scalp as he lays over you, head pillowed on your breasts, and suddenly he raises his head his eyes squinting a little.
"Have you got a tongue piercing?" You burst out laughing. "What?...You realize after you’d had my tongue in your mouth?”
"Well, no, I think I realized at the time but I was just…distracted." You laugh again and he lets you run your fingers over the coarse facial hair that angles down over his jawline. "So you really did it then?" In answer you stick your tongue out for him to see the shiny little stud poking from the top of your tongue, watching his eyes zero in on it. "When?"
"Like….two months ago?" At this he frowns.
"And you didn’t tell me?" You skirt your eyes away from his, biting your lip and shrugging.
"Never really came up."
Zayn allows you to leave it at that, giving you a little kiss on the nose before he finally gets up and helps you to your feet. The rest of the night is spent getting Zayn’s belly fed and doing a little catch up before you notice that his eyes can’t stay open anymore, and the two of you fall asleep together for the first time in months.
You wake up the next morning parched, and on your way back to the bedroom with an already half drunk glass of water, you can’t help but admire Zayn’s form in the warm and dewy morning sunlight. His tattoos look like exotic shadows over his torso, his lower half covered by a thin sheet that does little to conceal his semi erection. Sometimes you really just have to pinch yourself, unable to believe that this man calls you his girl and looks at you like you’re the sun and stars.
You climb carefully up onto the bed, trying not to jostle him too much, but once you’re settled you can’t resist the urge to touch him. It begins with a single fingertip running up the length of his arm, across his jutting collarbone and down the middle line of his chest. You bite your lip, fingers tracing over inked patterns and subtle musculature until you circle his bellybutton and begin to travel back upward. His stomach muscles jump a little, body shifting as he grunts a little, consciousness starting to feel its way into his mind.
"What…you doin’?" His scratchy morning voice and accent almost too thick to be understood makes you smile and splay your hand over his ribs where you know he’s sensitive and a little ticklish. Zayn squirms and his hand stops you from any further exploration, but before you can pout he guides your hand downward and underneath the sheet to where he’s straining up against it.
Eyelids still shut, long lashes dancing over his cheekbones, he lets out a long breath as your hand closes over him and stroke from base to tip and back down again.
The sight of him, chin tilting up towards the ceiling, hips beginning to rise in time with you, makes you ache for him between your legs, but there’s something you’ve been wanting to do since you walked out of that piercing shop with your tongue throbbing.
Zayn’s eyes finally slide open halfway when you shift until you can meet his lips with your own, and he accepts the kiss with languid eagerness. You deliberately drag your tongue ring over his lip, against the underside of his tongue, and he lets out a surprised groan against you. He tries to chase your mouth when you pull away, wanting more of that foreign but pleasurable feeling, but you deny him and carry on down his body. Your tongue stud makes goosebumps rise in the hollow of his throat, makes each nipple tighten, forces his abs to contract under mouth. When you push down the sheet and maneuver yourself between his legs, he props himself on his elbows and watches you with rapt attention. Hovering over him with his now fully hard cock in your hand, you glance up at his dark eyes, tiny sleepy smirk, and messy yet somehow irresistibly sexy hair, you wet your lips and press the lightest of kisses to the tip of him.
His cock twitches in your hand when you do it again, applying light, teasing suction to the sensitive underside of the head.
"A-ah, babe…" One long fingered hand finds its way into your hair. "Ya know I don’t like to be teased." Your only answer is a coy little smile, and then you let your tongue slip from your mouth, letting him glimpse the shiny metal ball before you press it to his flesh.
You drag the stud down the outline of the thick vein that runs along the underside of him, incredibly pleased by the loud hiss Zayn lets out and the shaking grasp of his hand in your hair as it tightens. You follow the same line back up, taking a moment to glance up and relish the enraptured look on his face before you engulf him in your mouth. Making sure to keep your tongue stud against him, you take slow, sucking pulls on him, bobbing your head steadily, and Zayn flops onto his back with a shudder and a strangled groan.
At intervals you pause to tease your tongue around the swollen head of him, grazing the sensitive, glistening skin with the metal until his cock is leaking precum onto your lips. You close your lips around him and slurp loudly as you pull off, knowing that he loves when he can hear your mouth working on him, and when his head raises so he can watch you with pleading, glassy eyes, you hold your tongue out to tap him against it.
“Fuck, babe, fuck…” His hips buck and he guides you insistently back onto his cock, knowing from the twitch of his thighs and the pace of his breath that he’s close. You swallow him down as far as you can, pressing your tongue against him and letting your cheeks hollow. It doesn’t long before Zayn is just about growling your name and fucking up into your mouth to shoot his cum down your throat in a few good, hot spurts, panting with one arm thrown over his eyes as you swallow and give a few more shallow bobs before backing away. “Are you fucking kidding me, yeah?”
“Hmm?” You play dumb but you can’t stop your smirk as you settle onto your side next to him, kissing his shoulder.
“You and that fuckin’ piercing.” Zayn peeks sidelong at you. “Is that why ya got it? Just to drive me bloody crazy?” You shrug.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Zayn- ah!” You yelp as he flips you onto your back and pins you there, lips pressing to your neck in hot, wet kisses and working his way downward while you whimper.

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