God, he is so beautiful.
You bite your bottom lip hard as you watch the screen, Zayn's long fingers are rubbing over the bulge in his boxers, gripping the thick ridge of his cock as his gives a breathy sigh, the touch obviously feeling good.
It's the first time you've seen him in a week, the tour schedule so packed that he hadn't had time to sit down and get on his laptop. You'd barely said hello before he had licks his lips, scrubbing his hand over the neat scruff on his jaw, and spoken in the husky tone you know so well.
"Babe, I need you, yeah." He looks around his hotel room as though he's expecting one of his bandmates to pop up; you don't blame him, it wouldn't be the first time they'd interrupted. "I'm so hard." He was being honest, his dick had already been straining at the material containing it when he aimed the camera down.
"Haven't done this all week." He mumbles, "Strip off baby, I want to see you when I do this."
You force yourself to focus, wriggling out of the thin pyjama vest and shorts you were wearing when the call came in. You push your laptop right back so that he can see all of you before you part your thighs, your hand sliding down your stomach and cupping your pussy. "Good girl." He groans, pulling the flap of his boxers open and pushing his dick and balls through the gap.
You force down the whimper the tries to escape your throat, the sight of him bared to you just making you remember what you're missing. You can fantasise about the way he feels in your hand, your mouth, your pussy, but it doesn't making the longing go away, especially when you look at him like this, rock hard with that desperately lusty expression on his face.
You're not really touching yourself for your benefit, just putting on a show to turn him on. You're not interested in coming yet, you just love watching the way his eyes scrunch and his teeth pinch his bottom lip each time a wave of pleasure rushes through him. His hips jerk up into his hand and his balls pull up towards his body the closer he gets to coming.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good." he groans and you know he's imagining that you're there with him each time he closes his eyes. He strokes his cock quickly, twisting his fist around the tip, his other hand tugging at his balls every now and then as he watches your fingers rub tight circles over your clit and sink deep into your pussy.
"God yes, fuck."
"Shitshitshit."
"Baby, I...I'm..."
His voice gets huskier, more broken up, the closer he gets and he can barely say a thing by the time his cock spills ribbons of white all over his t-shirt. He paints it right up to his pecs and you can't help but giggle as he ruins his top. He'd probably have to bin it after this but you know he won't care.
"Fuck babe." he groans, blowing out a long breath, "Fuck I needed that. I'm missing you bad, yeah." he sighs, looking down at his chest and scrunching his nose up.
"I'm miss you too, so much." you say, going to sit up but he shakes his head.
"No, no, keep touching yourself." he demands, "We're not done."
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Hiiii okay so I'm sorry I've been super super busy and I'm sorry but hey Zayn imagine!!! Too soon? Probably. I hope you guys enjoyed it I Love you! And thank you so much for 7.39K!😇-Whorrific
