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Passion - One Direction Sexual Imagines

Chapter Four

Chapter Four - Zayn

| YOUR P.O.V. |


I finally finished the last bit of my essay and set my laptop aside, resting it on the night table. Zayn, my boyfriend of two years, always came home and sat on the couch; watching the telly. He never comes to see me, never eats dinner with me- I can’t remember the last time we even held each other. Sex isn’t even an idea in his head.

I have to resort to my own self-pleasure rather than arguing with him. He doesn’t even ask about the purchases of toys; just pretends he doesn’t even notice. I turned over and slipped my hand inside my desk, grabbing a simple trinket from within.

I started to rid myself of all clothing on my body, tossing them onto the floor.

“Hey babe have you-” Zayn rushes.
He stops in his steps and examines the scene. I instinctively hide the toy behind my back, blush heating my face.

“What’re you doing..?” He asked, confused, walking over to our bed.
“N-nothing, Zayn. Just go,” I urged.

“What is,” he murmurs, reaching behind my back and grabbing the trinket from my hand. “This?”
“It’s nothing, Zayn just get out,” I grunt, covering myself in our blankets.

“Is this what those purchases were?” He chuckles, examining the object.

I couldn’t reply, just simply avoided eye contact to hide my flushed face.

“Let me guess,” he hums, walking over to my nightstand. “The rest are in here?”“No Zayn stay out of-”

“Aha,” he chuckles, pulling out a rather embarrassing toy. “Found them.”
I groaned, “Zayn get out of there damnit!”

“Is this what you’ve been doing up here?” He asked, stilling looking at my upsetting collection. “You using this to replace me?” He chuckled.
“Zayn don’t act like that. You’re hardly around, I’m sorry if I had to find my own way.” I whispered.

Without a much needed warning, Zayn removed the blanket covering my body.

“Zayn what’re you-”
“You hush it,” he grunted. “If you felt that way you should’ve told me.”

“Babe what’re you doing?” I asked, watching him.
“Proving that I can still do you just like we used to… just… with a twist.” He smirked.

I was still really confused and really flustered, watching him. He moved onto the bed and laid out all the trinkets. He skimmed over them and picked out a rather… large toy; setting it next to me and leaning over my body.

His hand cupped my face and he dipped low, kissing me gently. My hands moved to explore his hair, tugging on the ends. Our lips moved against each other in perfect rhythm; a passionate and sensual interaction.

But to my dislike, he removed his lips from mine and a crooked grin took place. He kissed down my neck, sloppy but sensual. He moved lower and lower with his lips, leading a trail down to my stomach. I closed my eyes to just take in the feeling.

He removed his lips from my stomach and hovered over my pussy. I gasped as I felt his tongue dip into my clit, completely wetting me down. But too soon, his lips were removed and I opened my eyes in confusion.

I looked just to see him grabbing the earlier picked toy and laying it at my entrance.

“Can I?” He grunted, looking for permission.

I could only nod, I was far too embarrassed to make any words come out.

And with a slow but swift move, he pushed the toy in and left it there as torture. I gasped from the familiar feeling; slowly adjusting to the sudden action. He grinned at my reaction- quickly repeating the action. He moved at a slow pace, caressing every wall.

I gripped on the bed sheets to distract my hands; soft noises exasperating from me. But yet again he stopped moving- torturing me.

“Zayn please,” I begged.

He chuckled at my words and started at a slow pace yet again. He sped up with one hand while the other moved up to rub my clit. The feeling was overwhelming; after weeks of nothing, I felt like a princess.

“Faster,” I moaned.

He followed my request and got faster, quickly slamming in and out of me. I curved my back to intensify the pleasure, letting it touch every side of me.
I began to twitch as I felt myself nearing; the pleasure was almost too much to handle. He could sense my high and moved faster, replacing one of his hands with his mouth; teasingly sucking against my clit.

The overwhelming pleasure began and ended as he pulled the toy out, removing all contact with my body.

“What are you doing?” I breathed.
“This,” he grunted.

He undid his belt and shimmied out of his pants; his shirt and boxers following suit. He leaned back down to wet me down, making all actions easier.

He teasingly rubbed his tip against my entrance, prolonging my suffering.

“Zayn please,” I begged.
He growled at my words, “flip over- now.”

I followed his demand and flipped over, bending low to show him all of me.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he groaned.

His tip found my entrance and lined up, slowly entering. He took it inch by inch- each movement causing another scream from me. He slipped the rest in and let out a throaty moan, gasping for air.
He pulled out and slammed back in, repeating his action over and over. His dick was moving at rapid speeds, filling me over and over again.

“Oh babygirl,” he moaned. “You feel amazing.”
I could only moan in response as my high was getting close.

“Don’t you cum yet,” he grunted. “I’m not there yet.”

I did my best to hold back my climax- almost impossible with the pleasure I was feeling.

“Almost there,” he groaned deeply.

Screams of profanities spilled from our mouths as we together began our climax- the immense pleasure that he was giving me was almost too much.

He moaned loudly, “cum for me.”

Almost at cue- we both reached our high and we rode it out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my hands clawing at the bedspread. His thrusts got sloppy as he slowed to a stop; both of us panting for breath.

He soon pulled out and landed besides me, sweaty and out of air. As soon as I caught my breath, I shimmied the blankets over us, me crawling on top of his chest. I didn’t care if he wanted to get up- I was going to have this moment.

But to my surprise, his arm wrapped around me and pulled me close; kissing my forehead gently.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been distant- I’ll work on it,” he promised.
“Thank you,” I sighed. “I really missed being in your arms.”

“I love you so much (y/n),” he whispered.
“I love you too, Zayn.” I smiled.

He leaned over and shut off the bedside lamp, holding me close as we both drifted off.

Notes

Comments

So unoriginal. It's really tacky to be honest

notinuseanymore notinuseanymore
1/13/19

Stop stealing people’s stories. It’s so disgusting and shows how much of a person you are. Everyone on here knows you didn’t write this and you aren’t the original author, so just take down the damn stories and maybe try and actually write.

bubbles.s bubbles.s
1/6/19

Again really?

JasperRenee JasperRenee
1/6/19

@merissa09
Most definitely is not.

BrightStorm BrightStorm
1/6/19

@BrightStorm
yes it is

merissa09 merissa09
1/5/19