One direction dirty imagines

I began to get ready to go home when the boss’ assistant approached me at my desk. “Mr. Malik would like to see you once you get yourself together.” I nod my head and put my jacket on as she walked away.
I grabbed my purse and made my way to his office, I knocked lightly on the door. “Come in.” He called out, I opened the door and walked in. He sat on his desk with his coat beside him.
"Good evening, Mr. Malik. Your assistant said you wanted me."
He nod his head, “I do. Have a seat, Y/N. This’ll be quick.” I took the one seat directly in front of him and put my purse down on the floor beside me. “You’ve been working here for three years-“
"Four, actually."
"Right and I’ve known you for all four years. We’ve come to have a pretty decent relationship." I nod my head, "getting to to the point, I have a business dinner with some clients from Tokyo and I was given a plus one. I’m not in a relationship with anybody, so I was wondering if you would like to be my plus one. What do you say?"
I smiled at him, “I’d love to.”
"Great. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow." I nod my head and he got off his desk and grabbed my purse. "Allow me to walk you to your car." He grabbed his coat and pulled it on.
He walked me out in the snow to the parking lot, we spoke a bit until we got to my car. He opened the door for me and I sat down with my feet in the snow.
"Do you mind giving me your number, that way I can get your address?" I nod my head and he took out his phone. I read my number out to him.
"Good night, beautiful. Drive safe." He told as he locked up his phone.
I put my feet in the car, “Good night, Mr. Malik.” He smiled at me and shut my car door.
***
Mr. Malik walked me to my door, “do you want to come in until the streets are cleaned out later?”
"I’d love to. Thank you." I unlocked the door and walked in with Mr. Malik behind me. He shut the door and locked it.
"I’m gonna run upstairs and change out of this. Make yourself at home." I told him as walked to the stairs. I opened the door to my room and began to take it all off.
I quickly put on a pair of leggings and old, frayed knit sweater. I cleaned off my makeup and went back downstairs. I slowly walked down the stairs as I spotted Mr. Malik at my bookshelf, going through an old photo album.
"Do you want anything to drink, Mr. Malik?" He closed the book at the sound of my voice and looked back at me.
"Yeah." He placed the book back in its place. "Sorry for being intrusive."
"No," I walked into the kitchen, "it’s fine. If I were in your house, I’d probably be doing the same thing. I mean, I’d want to know what you looked like when you were twelve."
Mr. Malik took off his coat and placed it on my couch before he came into the kitchen. He leaned on the counter beside me as I went through the cabinet where I kept my teas and such.
"Do you want any tea, Mr. Malik?"
"No. And call me Zayn, Mr. Malik is too formal out the office."
"Okay, Zayn, I’ve got coffee, hot chocolate and my collection of alcohol.”
"Coffee is fine. I’ve had enough alcohol to drink for the night."
I shrugged and grabbed the ground coffee beans. I turned on the brewer and put some beans in the top of the machine. I waited for it to finish and poured him a cup.
I went to the fridge to get the creamer and a bottle of water. “Do you want anything in it?” He nod his head and I placed the creamer in front of him.
I walked into the living room, taking the water with me and took a seat on the couch. “You know, I’ve never had my boss over my house before.”
"Well, aren’t I special?" He teased as he walked into the living room and sat down beside me. I moved my entire body and brought my legs up, so that I could be facing him.
"You are." I said smiling, his eyes trained on me.
He placed his hand on my knee. “You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”
I giggled, “thank you.”
He placed his mug on the coffee table, “I’m sorry, I’ve been staring at you all night. I’m probably making you uncomfortable, but you’re gorgeous and I can’t help myself.”
I placed my hand over his. “You don’t make me uncomfortable. At all.”
He licked his plump lips and smiled, “yeah?”
I confirmed, “yeah, three years is a long enough time to be comfortable around somebody.”
"Four." He corrected me.
I nod my head, “right. Four years. That’s a long time, no?”
"Too long." He mumbled before suddenly kissing me. My eyes instantly closing as our mouths moved together.
His hands held on tightly to my hips as he pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. His mouth traveled down to my neck and sucked my skin before placing tiny kisses all over. Mr. Malik pulled my sweater off and put it down on the couch.
He planted wet kisses on my breasts as he held onto my hips, moving me back and forth against his crotch. I moved back a bit on his lap and began to unfasten his belt.
I stood up and grabbed his belt, pulling him up and to follow me to my room. I walked backwards as he mindlessly followed me, his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You are so sexy." He told me, his words dripping with seduction. One of my hands went over his cock as we went up the stairs. Zayn closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment while I smirked at him.
He held my hand in his, “no, no, no. I want you to feel good first.”
I bumped into my bedroom door and turned around, he grabbed my hips and he played with the elastic band of my leggings. I opened the door and went to the bed. I got on and crawled onto the middle, Zayn grabbed my ankles, pulling me back to edge and between my legs.
He pulled down my leggings and left me in my underwear and bra. He placed his hand over my panties and rubbed, his fingers and the cloth of my underwear rubbing and against my clit.
He got down low, leveling his face with my pussy. He pulled my panties down and spread my folds apart. He licked his index finger and pushed a finger inside of me.
"Oh." I moaned out and he chuckled deeply.
"Good?" He asked me, pumping his long finger in and out.
"It feels so fucking good."
He slipped in another finger, his fingers fucking my even faster. He spread my legs wider, going in deeper and I let out a shaky sigh.
He pulled his fingers out and leaned in close. Once his tongue flicked at my clit, I sat up and grabbed his hair. I mewled softly as he moaned against me.
He slipped his two fingers into me again as his tongue toyed with my clit. His fingers curling inside of me, hitting my sweet spot.
"Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop."
He pulled out his fingers and his hands held onto my thighs, keeping them apart. His tongue curled inside of me, licking everywhere and tasting every bit of me.
I tugged at his hair and pushed him deeper into to me and closer to me.
"Fuck, Yes! I’m Coming!"
Zayn held onto my thighs, tightly, as they shook wildly. I laid back on my bed as I came. He lapped up my cum.
I caught my breath and sat up on my arms. Zayn pulled away from my pussy.
"Come here, come get on your knees for me. Gladly and willingly, I got off the bed and down on my knees in front of him. I undid the button on his dress pants.
I looked up at him as I tugged down his pants, his hair was messy and his pink lips swollen. I pulled down his boxers and cock sprang free, thick, long, and hard.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, pumping his length slowly. I took the top in my mouth, gently sucking on it. His mouth gaped open as he looked down at me. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive tip before popping him out my mouth.
I pumped his cock faster and he let out a shaky sigh, “fuck.”
I took him into my mouth, again. He played with my bun as I took him deeper into my mouth. Zayn pulled my bun out and left it in a ponytail. He wrapped my hair tightly around his hand.
I moved my head back and fourth on his cock, sucking on his length. I moved down as far as I could onto his cock and Zayn pushed me down even more. My eyes water as sat there for a few moments before pulling back.
I wrapped my hands around his balls and a hand around his cock. Simultaneously, I pumped his cock and massaged his balls.
"Fu… Fuck. Stop, stop, stop." He said softly pulling my hair. I dropped my hands down and looked up at him innocently. He placed a finger under my chin, "stand up." I stood on my two feet, "get on the bed." He said, breathlessly.
I crawled onto the bed and laid on my back. I waited for him as he kicked off his shoes & pants and unbuttoned his shirt.
Zayn crawled onto the bed, beside me and laying on his side. He pulled me close against his body and held up my leg.
He slowly slid his length inside of my pussy. His hips slowly bucked making small movement. I looked back at Zayn as he let my leg rest over his. He made bigger and faster movement into me.
I moaned out loud as he whispered in my ear, “your pussy is so fucking tight.”
I reached down and began to rub my clit. Zayn grabbed wrists and brought it up towards my chest.
"I don’t want you to touch yourself. Tell me what you want me to do."
"Go faster." I whispered before kissing him. He thrust into me even faster and harder than before. His cock hitting my gspot over and over again.
He let go of my wrist and grabbed onto my breast tightly. I pulled away from his lips as I let out a small scream.
"You’re going to make me cum, again." I told him as I began to move my hips with his.
I grabbed onto his arm, digging my nails into it as I whimpered. I could feel the warmth of my orgasm in my lower stomach.
"Rub my clit, Zayn, please." I begged him. He trailed a hand down to my clit and began to vigorously my sensitive nub.
I began mewling as I neared my second orgasm. My thighs tightened and my walls clenched around his cock.
"Yeah, right there." I moaned as came. I shut my eyes as I breathed deeply.
Zayn laid on his back and I crawled ontop of him, straddling his lap. I placed my hands over his chest and leaned down on his. My breasts pressing to his chest.
"I don’t know if I can go much further. I can barely feel my legs." I told him.
Zayn chuckled and turned us over, so he was on top. “Like I said you don’t have to do anything. I want you to relax and be completely comfortable.”
He kissed my neck before entering me again. He immediately thrusted into me with all his force.
"Fuck!" I yelled out and banged my hands against his chest. His cock slammed into me repeatedly.
I dug my nails into his chest and he buried his face into the crook of my neck.
His hips moved fast paced and forcefully as his lips kissed my neck. “You’ve been such a good girl for me.” His hand grazed down my body and straight for my clit.
My back arched off the bed, “right there. That feels so good right there.”
My legs shook as Zayn thrust into my body, his fingers gently rubbing my clit. “Faster!” I shouted out as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him down to a kiss. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he quickly thrust in and out of me and I came. My breath came out coarse and scratchy.
"Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum." Zayn moaned as he pulled out. He stroked his cock over my stomach until he shot out, spilling over my stomach.
I bit my lip as his soft fingers ran over my skin, swiping up his cum and bringing it my lips. I took his fingers into my mouth, tasting him and humming on his fingers.
Zayn pressed his forehead to mine and took his fingers from my mouth. “That was amazing.” He mumbled and kissed me. I kissed him back and intertwined my fingers with his.
"Stay." I said on his mouth and nod his head a bit.
***
I woke up, the sky was dull and grey. No sunshine to begin my day. I looked up at Zayn, he sat up wide awake with my head in his lap. He stroked my hair as he looked down at me.
"Good morning." He said softly with a gentle smile.
"Morning." I sat up in his lap, pressing my chest to his before giving him a kiss. "Are you hungry?"
He pursed his lips and nod his head. I got off his lap and off the bed. I grabbed his button up off the floor and my underwear out the drawer and put it on.
"Come help." I commanded as I threw his boxers to him. Zayn pushed the duvet off and put his boxers on. I went downstairs to the kitchen with him behind me.
I opened the fridge and pulled out the eggs & bacon and tossed it onto the counter. I took out two pans from beneath the counters and placed them on the stovetop.
Zayn wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his chin on my shoulder. “I think, I might have to come back for more.” He whispered in my ear and gently nipped it.
I couldn’t help, but smile. “Shut up and help me.” He chuckled and moved beside me and began to help me cook.

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