One direction dirty imagines
MOVING IN WITH ZAYN MALIK
I grasp the large box in my arms and heave an irritated sigh. This is pure torture. Moving boxes. Unloading boxes. Packing boxes. Unpacking boxes. I want to jump off a cliff right now. Today is moving day.
After dating my boyfriend Zayn for about 7 months, he finally asked me to move in with him. I mean, it’s great and all. I get to see him more often, I’ll save gas and of course , easy access to the ten inch at all times of the day, but that’s not the damn point! The point it, I hate moving. Not in the, ‘oh my gosh, I might break a nail’ perspective, but in the, ‘oh my gosh, I might break an arm’ point of view. I’m not built for these situations. The strongest part of my body is my scrolling thumb.
I drop the box at the front porch and throw myself down next to it. It’s hot. I’m sweating. And I’m hungry. I’m not doing anymore moving.
“Come on, darling. We need to get these boxes inside,” Zayn says walking past me into the house.
“Bet you can’t make me,” I mutter when I feel he’s a safe distance away.
“I heard that y/n!” I roll my eyes. All of this is just unnecessary. Why couldn’t we hire some movers? Or why couldn’t he get the rest of the 1D gang over here to help? They could be doing this stuff while I sit back and macromanage. That sounds like a better set up to me.
I put my forehead to my knees and huff to myself. I’m probably going to be the worst roommate ever, at least when it comes to this stuff.
“Y/N,” Zayn says softly as he sits next to me on the porch with his back placed to the stone wall. I stare off into the front yard and watch a small blue jay dancing on the branch of our small tree. It’s really a beautiful house. I love it here.
“Yes?” I answer.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks. I smile a little bit.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how happy I am to be moving in with you,” I say leaning my head on his shoulder.
He places his hand on my knee and smiles to himself.
“I’m happy to be moving in with you, too.” We sit in a comfortable silence for a minute, but then his moment of peace gives in, and he remembers how much work we actually have to do.
“But the first part of moving in together, love, unfortunately is moving in,” Zayn says. I sigh again. Zayn stands back on his feet and hovers above me with his arms crossed. “Let’s go.”
“Help me,” I plead. Zayn shakes his head with a laugh and offers me a hand. I pull myself up and roll my eyes. I suppose the sooner we get this started, the sooner we get this done.
“Alright, I unpack boxes, you move them in.”
“Deal,” Zayn agrees. “Besides. When we get done, we can break in the new mattress.” He gives me a wink and a devious smile.
“Well, we better get going!” I yell rushing into the house.
I start in the living room unboxing all of the miscellaneous decorations. I get to a box that’s labeled ‘pictures’ and I open it excitedly. I love going through pictures. Most of them are just random pictures from both of our collections thrown into a box, but there’s one on top that catches my attention. It’s a picture of Zayn and I. It’s in a pretty white frame and I remember him giving it to me on our 6 month anniversary. I also remember what’s happening in the picture.
We’re both lying in the sand, our legs tangled together. I was sleeping but Zayn was awake to see Liam taking the picture. We had all took a trip to the beach to have a picnic. Zayn and I had been dating for about five months then.
It was a great day, but that’s not why I remember it so vividly. It’s because of what happened that night that I remember it with such fondness. The whole crew had went back to the hotel which was just a short walk from the beach. Zayn and I decided to stay though, since we thought it would be a great opportunity for some romantic alone time considering the it was pretty much deserted.
We sat in the sand, hand in hand, watching the sunset. I layed my head into his lap as he ran his fingers threw my hair, stroking soft patterns. The small waves crashed onto the sand delicately, the waters reaching out to meet our toes. It was getting dark on the beach as the sun set, but the light from nearby buildings lit the area. It was picture perfect.
“Y/N,” Zayn whispered softly.
“Zayn.”
“I love you,” he said. I immediately turned to face him, eyes wide, surprised and confused. He’d never said that to me before.
“Zayn,” I gasp.
“I mean, you don’t have to say it back, love. I understand if it’s too soon or you just don’t know if that’s how you feel yet but I w-”
“Zayn. I love you, too,” I say with a wide smile.
“Really?” I nod excitedly.
“Of course I love you…” I say kissing him repeatedly on his face. I kiss his nose, his cheeks, his jaw… And finally I reach his lips.
“I love you so much,” he says in between giving me soft sweet kisses. He looked me deep in my eyes. I pressed my lips back to his with desire.
We had never done… it before. But I loved Zayn. And he loved me too. So I decided to make love to him for the first time. It wasn’t our first times, but it was our first time. And it was the most memorable night of my life.
I smile at the picture in my hand.
“Oh, I remember that picture,” Zayn says from behind me.
“Yea, me too.” I can’t help but grin. Zayn sits next to me and looks at it also. I look to him and I can see the glint in his eye, remembering it fondly.
“That was a great night,” he whispers.
“An amazing night. Best night ever.”
“I remember everything about that night,” he says softly in my ear. It sends chills down my spine. He places his hand on my upper-thigh and my breath hitches in my throat. Since then, I’ve had sex with Zayn much more. It’s always amazing. He can always make my back arch, my toes curl, my eyes squeeze shut tight. He can make me scream. He’s the only one who has ever known my body better than I do.
“We have to unpack boxes,” I mutter unfocused as he begins to kiss my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access though and I hear the picture frame drop softly to the carpet.
“You didn’t want to unpack boxes anyways,” he whispers pleadingly.
I don’t really want to pull away, but I also want to torture him a bit for making me move all those stupid boxes.
“Well, I’ve had a change of heart. I mean, you said it yourself, hun. ‘The first part of moving in together unfortunately is moving in,’” I say feigning an English accent.
“Mocking is not nice, love,” Zayns says licking my neck.
I quickly stand up before I lose all will power. I grab the box and move it to the other side of the room and begin unpacking it. But I can’t focus. I want Zayn just as much as he wants me. I hear him moving but my back is turned to him. He walks up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I can’t look it him now. It’ll only make me weak.
“Oh, come on Y/N! You’re being mean,” he pouts. I know he’s pouting. I can hear it. I love his pout. I love his lips.
“And you’re being a baby,” I say rolling my eyes.
Suddenly, Zayn grabs my arm and whips me around to face him. I can see the devil in his eyes and now I’m hopelessly uneasy. My heart speeds up and my eyes open wide. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Wanna repeat that, love?”
“I didn’t say anything,” I say unable to look him in the eye. I secretly love when Zayn is like this. Well, maybe not so secretly. It makes me weak at the knees, and I’m sure it’s noticeable.
Zayn puts one hand on each of my arms. He begins to walk towards me slowly forcing me against the wall. He takes both of my wrists and pins them to the wall above my head. I feel completely vulnerable to him.
“You know better than to lie to me, y/n. Now I think I asked you a question. What was it that you said?” Zayn says with a seductive smirk.
“I said you were being a..a baby.”
His eyes slightly close to a point he’s peering at me. He looks me up and down and licks his bottom lip. He lets my arms down and they fall to my side. I let my nails rake against my upper-thigh and I feel jitters.
“Zayn, I’m not in the mood right now,” I lie.
He laughs at me and presses himself up against me. His left leg is between my legs and his other is beside my left. I can feel his breath on my neck and I can feel his crotch pressed against my thigh. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself because right now, with Zayn so close to me, I can barely think straight.
“It’s adorable how you think you won’t submit to me. Y/N, you want this just as much as I do. Let’s go try out the new mattress. Gotta make sure it’s stable enough,” Zayn says carelessly as if it was all just inevitable. He slips his hands up my shirt and holds them just above my hips. His hands are cold and I feel a chill.
“You’re hands are cold,” I whisper moaning as he attaches his lips to my neck. He sucks and nibbles in the exact same spot, and I know he’s going to leave a large hickey. He loves to leave his mark on me. To let everyone know I’m his.
He runs his hands up the rest of my back roaming across the canvas of my skin.
“You feel so tense, y/n. You’ve been working too hard. You need to loosen up, love,” Zayn says smoothly.
He removes his hands out from under my shirt but it stays slightly risen. He brings a hand to my face and softly traces across my jaw line. He reaches behind me and undoes my ponytail letting my hair free. He roams his fingers through the strands before bringing them back to my face. He pushes himself impossibly closer.
“Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asks teasingly. I say nothing and look down. “Of course you wouldn’t.”
Zayn softly presses his lips against mines and my eyes flutter closed. No. No I don’t mind at all. I spread my lips slightly and Zayn slips his tongue into my mouth. He slides his tongue across mine slowly, and I ache for him in my bones. He removes his soft tongue and begins to suck on my bottom lip. I move my mouth with his in harmony and feel the whole world melt away beneath me as I take a step away from the wall.
“Still want to go unpack those boxes?” he mutters in between a kiss.
“Asshole.”
I see a dangerous glint in his eyes and I know I’ve pushed him in just the right direction. He places a hand on the back each of my thighs and raises me onto the wall. He slams his mouth against mine and this time I feel the temptation and heat behind it. It isn’t sweet. It’s hot and it’s lustful.
“You love pushing me, don’t you?” Before I can answer Zayn’s mouth attacks mine. It sends a current rushing through me. I don’t care about boxes. Hell, I can’t even think about boxes. All I can think about is Zayn’s lips on mine. His hand running up my thigh. My shirt rising, exposing me to the coolness of the room. My arms wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to me. My fingers tangling in his hair; all movements becoming urgent.
“Take me to our bedroom,” I say breathlessly. He nods once before picking me up and carrying me bridal style out of the room. I moves me easily up the stairs and we walk down the hallway to our master bedroom.
“Open the door,” he whispers.
I reach my hand out to turn the doorknob and Zayn kicks it open. We haven’t gotten to this room yet, so there’s just the dresser and the mattress. It doesn’t have the sheets or comforter on it, just a large extra blanket and a couple pillows. Zayn holds me in his arms and places his lips on mine again.
“I love you so much,” he whispers sweetly.
“I love you too.” He walks me over towards the bed and drops me onto it. He looks me deep in my eyes while crawling over top of me. I lift myself a bit as I reach to remove my shirt. He lays on top of me and tangles his hands in my hair.
“I’m gonna love living with you, so much. Lying next to you, waking up to you. Making love to you,” he says nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I kiss him softly on the cheek and I can feel him grinding his crotch into my enter. I feel him growing harder and I feel myself getting wetter.
Zayn slips his hands under me to unclasp my bra. He lets it drop to the carpeted bedroom floor. He cups my breast in his hands and kisses each of them several times. I tug on his t-shirt, wanting him to take it off and he does. I rub my hands over his toned body and sigh to myself.
“I love your body,” I say more to myself.
“I love yours too.”
He moves slowly down my abdomen, kissing down my neck, my chest, my stomach, my waist. He pulls my shorts down slightly and bites the skin of my right hip.
“Oh,” I moan.
He nips and sucks on the same spot. He presses his tongue gently to it and blows on the wet patch. Another hickey. I reach down to my shorts to pull them off but Zayn stops me.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take care of you.”
His fingers work on the button and pops them open. He tugs them down to my ankles and I kick them off.
He runs his hands up my legs and positions himself above my pussy. He kisses my core through the fabric of my panties. I raise my hands above my hand I press my face against my left arm.
He drags the fabric down agonizingly slowly and returns to my core. Zayn presses a kiss right to the center and begins to suck on my clit. He flicks it back and forth and uses his tongue to taste all of my juices. He flicks his tongue back and forth repeatedly and I arch my back.
He slowly licks up my folds and spreads them apart. He brings his finger and rubs them quickly around my twat. He circles my clit with his thumb and I squeeze my eyes shut. I pant and moan loudly as I feel myself approaching my climax. I bite my lip harshly.
Zayn hums slowly. I arch my back and squirm a bit. Zayn grabs my thighs tightly and holds me in my place as he continues working his tongue in my pussy. I can’t breath.
“I’m going to cum, Zayn. Oh my god, I have to cum!” I scream.
“Say my name, Y/N. Scream my name.”
“Zayn!” I scream as his tongue pushes me over the edge. I continue panting as Zayn stands to pull his pants down. His boner is prominent in his boxers, and I can only imagine the things he wants to do to me.
“That was so hot,” he breathes as he approaches me. I gather my strength to sit up. Zayn crawls onto the bed and sits on his knees. .I sit up to meet him and I kiss him on his lips. “Your tongue is heaven,” I say still out of breath.
“That’s just the beginning of it,” he says before kissing me harder and deeper. He massages my tongue with his and I pull him onto of me as I fall to the bed.
“Make love to me, Zayn,” I whimper as his boner presses against my center.
“Tell me you want it,” he says grinding into me.
“I want it. I want it so bad, baby,” I say. I reach down to his boxers and begin to pull them down. He gives me a smirk and pulls them completely off and throws them off the bed. I bite my lip imagining it inside of me. I need it so bad.
I push Zayn down onto the bed and get on top of him. I grind my pussy on his dick and he groans. I don’t put it all the way in but I continue to move my hips.
“Don’t tease,” he groans.
“Tell me you want it,” I pant lustful for all of him.
“I want it,” he says. I ease myself completely onto his shaft and start circling my hips. I move in a steady tempo and he meets my hips with small thrusts.
“You’re so amazing, y/n.” He reaches up to grab my chest and massages them. I lean over to give him better access and he begins sucking on my nipples. I suck on his neck and kiss him repeatedly.
I bounce on him faster and moan his name loudly.
“I’m gonna cum again,” I whimper. Zayn quickly flips us over without losing connection. He begins moving in and out of me and I clench around his dick.
“Do that again, y/n. Please do it again, love,” Zayn groans.
I clench on his shaft again and kiss his chest. He begins pounding into me incredibly faster and I can barely breath. He reaches his arm above my head and places his hand on the wall. I grab onto his bicep and moan loudly.
I feel the myself going over the edge and I arch my back and my toes curl.
“I’m coming, Zayn,” I moan.
“Go ahead, love,” he says barely getting the words out.
I let myself unwind under Zayn and I bite my lip harshly.
“Look at me, y/n,” Zayn says and I look him in the eye as I reach my end. Zayn continues to push himself inside of me and I look him in the eyes. I bite my lips as I watch him as he moves inside of me and he roughly presses his lips to mine.
His mouth drops open when he cums about a minute or two later. He lays on top of me panting and nuzzles his face into my breasts. I stroke his hair softly and watch him as he gives them small kisses.
Zayn then pulls out of me and I whine at the loss. He wraps us up in the blanket and I cuddle into his side.
“I love you.”
“I love you, more,” I whisper.
“Impossible.”
After dating my boyfriend Zayn for about 7 months, he finally asked me to move in with him. I mean, it’s great and all. I get to see him more often, I’ll save gas and of course , easy access to the ten inch at all times of the day, but that’s not the damn point! The point it, I hate moving. Not in the, ‘oh my gosh, I might break a nail’ perspective, but in the, ‘oh my gosh, I might break an arm’ point of view. I’m not built for these situations. The strongest part of my body is my scrolling thumb.
I drop the box at the front porch and throw myself down next to it. It’s hot. I’m sweating. And I’m hungry. I’m not doing anymore moving.
“Come on, darling. We need to get these boxes inside,” Zayn says walking past me into the house.
“Bet you can’t make me,” I mutter when I feel he’s a safe distance away.
“I heard that y/n!” I roll my eyes. All of this is just unnecessary. Why couldn’t we hire some movers? Or why couldn’t he get the rest of the 1D gang over here to help? They could be doing this stuff while I sit back and macromanage. That sounds like a better set up to me.
I put my forehead to my knees and huff to myself. I’m probably going to be the worst roommate ever, at least when it comes to this stuff.
“Y/N,” Zayn says softly as he sits next to me on the porch with his back placed to the stone wall. I stare off into the front yard and watch a small blue jay dancing on the branch of our small tree. It’s really a beautiful house. I love it here.
“Yes?” I answer.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks. I smile a little bit.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how happy I am to be moving in with you,” I say leaning my head on his shoulder.
He places his hand on my knee and smiles to himself.
“I’m happy to be moving in with you, too.” We sit in a comfortable silence for a minute, but then his moment of peace gives in, and he remembers how much work we actually have to do.
“But the first part of moving in together, love, unfortunately is moving in,” Zayn says. I sigh again. Zayn stands back on his feet and hovers above me with his arms crossed. “Let’s go.”
“Help me,” I plead. Zayn shakes his head with a laugh and offers me a hand. I pull myself up and roll my eyes. I suppose the sooner we get this started, the sooner we get this done.
“Alright, I unpack boxes, you move them in.”
“Deal,” Zayn agrees. “Besides. When we get done, we can break in the new mattress.” He gives me a wink and a devious smile.
“Well, we better get going!” I yell rushing into the house.
I start in the living room unboxing all of the miscellaneous decorations. I get to a box that’s labeled ‘pictures’ and I open it excitedly. I love going through pictures. Most of them are just random pictures from both of our collections thrown into a box, but there’s one on top that catches my attention. It’s a picture of Zayn and I. It’s in a pretty white frame and I remember him giving it to me on our 6 month anniversary. I also remember what’s happening in the picture.
We’re both lying in the sand, our legs tangled together. I was sleeping but Zayn was awake to see Liam taking the picture. We had all took a trip to the beach to have a picnic. Zayn and I had been dating for about five months then.
It was a great day, but that’s not why I remember it so vividly. It’s because of what happened that night that I remember it with such fondness. The whole crew had went back to the hotel which was just a short walk from the beach. Zayn and I decided to stay though, since we thought it would be a great opportunity for some romantic alone time considering the it was pretty much deserted.
We sat in the sand, hand in hand, watching the sunset. I layed my head into his lap as he ran his fingers threw my hair, stroking soft patterns. The small waves crashed onto the sand delicately, the waters reaching out to meet our toes. It was getting dark on the beach as the sun set, but the light from nearby buildings lit the area. It was picture perfect.
“Y/N,” Zayn whispered softly.
“Zayn.”
“I love you,” he said. I immediately turned to face him, eyes wide, surprised and confused. He’d never said that to me before.
“Zayn,” I gasp.
“I mean, you don’t have to say it back, love. I understand if it’s too soon or you just don’t know if that’s how you feel yet but I w-”
“Zayn. I love you, too,” I say with a wide smile.
“Really?” I nod excitedly.
“Of course I love you…” I say kissing him repeatedly on his face. I kiss his nose, his cheeks, his jaw… And finally I reach his lips.
“I love you so much,” he says in between giving me soft sweet kisses. He looked me deep in my eyes. I pressed my lips back to his with desire.
We had never done… it before. But I loved Zayn. And he loved me too. So I decided to make love to him for the first time. It wasn’t our first times, but it was our first time. And it was the most memorable night of my life.
I smile at the picture in my hand.
“Oh, I remember that picture,” Zayn says from behind me.
“Yea, me too.” I can’t help but grin. Zayn sits next to me and looks at it also. I look to him and I can see the glint in his eye, remembering it fondly.
“That was a great night,” he whispers.
“An amazing night. Best night ever.”
“I remember everything about that night,” he says softly in my ear. It sends chills down my spine. He places his hand on my upper-thigh and my breath hitches in my throat. Since then, I’ve had sex with Zayn much more. It’s always amazing. He can always make my back arch, my toes curl, my eyes squeeze shut tight. He can make me scream. He’s the only one who has ever known my body better than I do.
“We have to unpack boxes,” I mutter unfocused as he begins to kiss my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access though and I hear the picture frame drop softly to the carpet.
“You didn’t want to unpack boxes anyways,” he whispers pleadingly.
I don’t really want to pull away, but I also want to torture him a bit for making me move all those stupid boxes.
“Well, I’ve had a change of heart. I mean, you said it yourself, hun. ‘The first part of moving in together unfortunately is moving in,’” I say feigning an English accent.
“Mocking is not nice, love,” Zayns says licking my neck.
I quickly stand up before I lose all will power. I grab the box and move it to the other side of the room and begin unpacking it. But I can’t focus. I want Zayn just as much as he wants me. I hear him moving but my back is turned to him. He walks up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I can’t look it him now. It’ll only make me weak.
“Oh, come on Y/N! You’re being mean,” he pouts. I know he’s pouting. I can hear it. I love his pout. I love his lips.
“And you’re being a baby,” I say rolling my eyes.
Suddenly, Zayn grabs my arm and whips me around to face him. I can see the devil in his eyes and now I’m hopelessly uneasy. My heart speeds up and my eyes open wide. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Wanna repeat that, love?”
“I didn’t say anything,” I say unable to look him in the eye. I secretly love when Zayn is like this. Well, maybe not so secretly. It makes me weak at the knees, and I’m sure it’s noticeable.
Zayn puts one hand on each of my arms. He begins to walk towards me slowly forcing me against the wall. He takes both of my wrists and pins them to the wall above my head. I feel completely vulnerable to him.
“You know better than to lie to me, y/n. Now I think I asked you a question. What was it that you said?” Zayn says with a seductive smirk.
“I said you were being a..a baby.”
His eyes slightly close to a point he’s peering at me. He looks me up and down and licks his bottom lip. He lets my arms down and they fall to my side. I let my nails rake against my upper-thigh and I feel jitters.
“Zayn, I’m not in the mood right now,” I lie.
He laughs at me and presses himself up against me. His left leg is between my legs and his other is beside my left. I can feel his breath on my neck and I can feel his crotch pressed against my thigh. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself because right now, with Zayn so close to me, I can barely think straight.
“It’s adorable how you think you won’t submit to me. Y/N, you want this just as much as I do. Let’s go try out the new mattress. Gotta make sure it’s stable enough,” Zayn says carelessly as if it was all just inevitable. He slips his hands up my shirt and holds them just above my hips. His hands are cold and I feel a chill.
“You’re hands are cold,” I whisper moaning as he attaches his lips to my neck. He sucks and nibbles in the exact same spot, and I know he’s going to leave a large hickey. He loves to leave his mark on me. To let everyone know I’m his.
He runs his hands up the rest of my back roaming across the canvas of my skin.
“You feel so tense, y/n. You’ve been working too hard. You need to loosen up, love,” Zayn says smoothly.
He removes his hands out from under my shirt but it stays slightly risen. He brings a hand to my face and softly traces across my jaw line. He reaches behind me and undoes my ponytail letting my hair free. He roams his fingers through the strands before bringing them back to my face. He pushes himself impossibly closer.
“Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asks teasingly. I say nothing and look down. “Of course you wouldn’t.”
Zayn softly presses his lips against mines and my eyes flutter closed. No. No I don’t mind at all. I spread my lips slightly and Zayn slips his tongue into my mouth. He slides his tongue across mine slowly, and I ache for him in my bones. He removes his soft tongue and begins to suck on my bottom lip. I move my mouth with his in harmony and feel the whole world melt away beneath me as I take a step away from the wall.
“Still want to go unpack those boxes?” he mutters in between a kiss.
“Asshole.”
I see a dangerous glint in his eyes and I know I’ve pushed him in just the right direction. He places a hand on the back each of my thighs and raises me onto the wall. He slams his mouth against mine and this time I feel the temptation and heat behind it. It isn’t sweet. It’s hot and it’s lustful.
“You love pushing me, don’t you?” Before I can answer Zayn’s mouth attacks mine. It sends a current rushing through me. I don’t care about boxes. Hell, I can’t even think about boxes. All I can think about is Zayn’s lips on mine. His hand running up my thigh. My shirt rising, exposing me to the coolness of the room. My arms wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to me. My fingers tangling in his hair; all movements becoming urgent.
“Take me to our bedroom,” I say breathlessly. He nods once before picking me up and carrying me bridal style out of the room. I moves me easily up the stairs and we walk down the hallway to our master bedroom.
“Open the door,” he whispers.
I reach my hand out to turn the doorknob and Zayn kicks it open. We haven’t gotten to this room yet, so there’s just the dresser and the mattress. It doesn’t have the sheets or comforter on it, just a large extra blanket and a couple pillows. Zayn holds me in his arms and places his lips on mine again.
“I love you so much,” he whispers sweetly.
“I love you too.” He walks me over towards the bed and drops me onto it. He looks me deep in my eyes while crawling over top of me. I lift myself a bit as I reach to remove my shirt. He lays on top of me and tangles his hands in my hair.
“I’m gonna love living with you, so much. Lying next to you, waking up to you. Making love to you,” he says nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I kiss him softly on the cheek and I can feel him grinding his crotch into my enter. I feel him growing harder and I feel myself getting wetter.
Zayn slips his hands under me to unclasp my bra. He lets it drop to the carpeted bedroom floor. He cups my breast in his hands and kisses each of them several times. I tug on his t-shirt, wanting him to take it off and he does. I rub my hands over his toned body and sigh to myself.
“I love your body,” I say more to myself.
“I love yours too.”
He moves slowly down my abdomen, kissing down my neck, my chest, my stomach, my waist. He pulls my shorts down slightly and bites the skin of my right hip.
“Oh,” I moan.
He nips and sucks on the same spot. He presses his tongue gently to it and blows on the wet patch. Another hickey. I reach down to my shorts to pull them off but Zayn stops me.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take care of you.”
His fingers work on the button and pops them open. He tugs them down to my ankles and I kick them off.
He runs his hands up my legs and positions himself above my pussy. He kisses my core through the fabric of my panties. I raise my hands above my hand I press my face against my left arm.
He drags the fabric down agonizingly slowly and returns to my core. Zayn presses a kiss right to the center and begins to suck on my clit. He flicks it back and forth and uses his tongue to taste all of my juices. He flicks his tongue back and forth repeatedly and I arch my back.
He slowly licks up my folds and spreads them apart. He brings his finger and rubs them quickly around my twat. He circles my clit with his thumb and I squeeze my eyes shut. I pant and moan loudly as I feel myself approaching my climax. I bite my lip harshly.
Zayn hums slowly. I arch my back and squirm a bit. Zayn grabs my thighs tightly and holds me in my place as he continues working his tongue in my pussy. I can’t breath.
“I’m going to cum, Zayn. Oh my god, I have to cum!” I scream.
“Say my name, Y/N. Scream my name.”
“Zayn!” I scream as his tongue pushes me over the edge. I continue panting as Zayn stands to pull his pants down. His boner is prominent in his boxers, and I can only imagine the things he wants to do to me.
“That was so hot,” he breathes as he approaches me. I gather my strength to sit up. Zayn crawls onto the bed and sits on his knees. .I sit up to meet him and I kiss him on his lips. “Your tongue is heaven,” I say still out of breath.
“That’s just the beginning of it,” he says before kissing me harder and deeper. He massages my tongue with his and I pull him onto of me as I fall to the bed.
“Make love to me, Zayn,” I whimper as his boner presses against my center.
“Tell me you want it,” he says grinding into me.
“I want it. I want it so bad, baby,” I say. I reach down to his boxers and begin to pull them down. He gives me a smirk and pulls them completely off and throws them off the bed. I bite my lip imagining it inside of me. I need it so bad.
I push Zayn down onto the bed and get on top of him. I grind my pussy on his dick and he groans. I don’t put it all the way in but I continue to move my hips.
“Don’t tease,” he groans.
“Tell me you want it,” I pant lustful for all of him.
“I want it,” he says. I ease myself completely onto his shaft and start circling my hips. I move in a steady tempo and he meets my hips with small thrusts.
“You’re so amazing, y/n.” He reaches up to grab my chest and massages them. I lean over to give him better access and he begins sucking on my nipples. I suck on his neck and kiss him repeatedly.
I bounce on him faster and moan his name loudly.
“I’m gonna cum again,” I whimper. Zayn quickly flips us over without losing connection. He begins moving in and out of me and I clench around his dick.
“Do that again, y/n. Please do it again, love,” Zayn groans.
I clench on his shaft again and kiss his chest. He begins pounding into me incredibly faster and I can barely breath. He reaches his arm above my head and places his hand on the wall. I grab onto his bicep and moan loudly.
I feel the myself going over the edge and I arch my back and my toes curl.
“I’m coming, Zayn,” I moan.
“Go ahead, love,” he says barely getting the words out.
I let myself unwind under Zayn and I bite my lip harshly.
“Look at me, y/n,” Zayn says and I look him in the eye as I reach my end. Zayn continues to push himself inside of me and I look him in the eyes. I bite my lips as I watch him as he moves inside of me and he roughly presses his lips to mine.
His mouth drops open when he cums about a minute or two later. He lays on top of me panting and nuzzles his face into my breasts. I stroke his hair softly and watch him as he gives them small kisses.
Zayn then pulls out of me and I whine at the loss. He wraps us up in the blanket and I cuddle into his side.
“I love you.”
“I love you, more,” I whisper.
“Impossible.”
These are amazing!!!
9/25/16