One Direction One Shots 1

Three Shots Wasted (Zayn)

The music was loud, the bass pumping through my chest. It was the third club I had been to throughout the night, and I was three shots passed drunk.

My friend Riley had already found someone on the dance floor, they were so tightly intertwined I couldn’t tell where one began and the other one ended. Walking through the mass of the people blocking my way, I ordered a drink at the bar. I looked around me, noting a dark haired guy watching me carefully.

I returned his stare, thinking about how gorgeous he was. The boy was something, with thick black hair carefully swept off his forehead, sharp cheekbones and one of the strongest jaws I had ever seen. My stomach instantly turned to mush.

Taking the last swig of my cocktail, I slammed the glass back down on to the wooden bar. I made my way back to the dance floor, swaying my hips to the beat. I raised my hands above my head, knowing exactly how good I looked. It wasn’t a minute later when I felt hands wrap around my waist. I rocked back into the person behind me.

I hoped it was the boy who had been staring at me earlier. The song changed from a quick beat to one with a slower beat, our grinding slowing down. The boy’s hand slid further down my front, resting just above my pelvis. I moved to turn around, but his hands held me tighter, one moving to lay against my neck, though not roughly.

I felt his lips against my ear before he almost yelled. “Don’t turn around. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

I smirked. “But I just wanted to see you.”

“Maybe later,” he replied, pulling me back against him. I could feel how hard he was getting, pressing into my lower back. We stayed like that for a few more songs, him getting a little handsy, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wound my fingers through his hair, smiling as I felt his lips begin to ghost against my neck.

I managed to slip around, pressing our chests together. He worked his knee between my legs pushing upwards, applying pressure to my mound. I streched up, kissing him roughly. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, sexy as hell. The boy sucked my bottom lip between his before letting it snap back into place.

“How drunk are you?” He asked, steadily working his fingers up my thighs.

“Drunk enough to not care, not drunk enough to not know what I’m doing,” I replied, feeling his fingers edging closer to the elastic of my underwear. I gasped as he pulled the lace to the side.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“Do you want it or not?” He replied, pulling his hand back.

“We’re in public!” I said, looking around.

“I don’t think anyone is paying attention,” he replied, sucking on my neck and putting his fingers back where they once were. “And I definitely think you want it. You’re practically dripping.”

I felt my walls flutter at the sound of his voice in my ear, lips attaching to my earlobe. My head lulled forward onto his shoulder as he carefully slid two long, thick fingers into me. He worked them skillfully all the while keeping with the rhythm of the song.

His thumb brushed against my clit every few seconds. I bit down onto his shoulder to keep from screaming out. Just as I was about to come, he yanked his fingers from me. Glaring at him, I pulled back.

“You’ll come later, but let’s get out of here.Now.”

He intertwined our hands, jerking me off the dance floor. The cool air wrapped around us as we hopped into an expensive-looking car. The ride was short, one of his hands locking on the steering wheel, the other tracing patterns on the inside of my thigh.

We pulled into an apartment complex, pushing each other through the halls and stairwells, our lips never detaching from each other. He quickly undid the lock of his door, before pushing me inside.

I was slammed against the door, the ridges of the wood pressing harshly into my back. I felt his teeth against my jugular as he struggled with the zip of my dress. I quickly undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt before going to kick my heels off.

He caught my wrist and pulled me back up. “Leave those on.” I nodded, pressing my lips to his tanned chest, tracing my tongue along the outline of his abs. His fingers found their way into my hair, pushing me down to my knees. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, trying to memorize this moment. His full lips were swollen from abusive kisses, a lovebite quickly forming just below his collar bone.

“You know what I want,” he said.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“Don’t play dumb. There’s a reason you’re on your knees.” I felt a gush of wetness at his forcefulness. His fingers quickly moved to undo his belt, leaving the rest for me. I undid the button quickly, ripping the zipper down.

His pants fell down around his ankles and I gulped as I got a first look at his erection straining through his navy boxers.

“Scared?” He asked, pulling them down his legs, kicking them across the floor.

“No,” I replied, wrapping my fist around him.

“Good. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to, of course.” I pressed my thighs tighter together, trying to relieve the ache I felt. My tongue darted out to caress the tip, his low moan turning me on even more than before.

I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft, before licking back up and taking him into my mouth. Thankfully I had no gag reflex so it wasn’t long before he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly as he began to pull my hair, guiding me to what felt the best.

He pulled me back with my hair, quickly yanking me up to stand. He pushed me back against the wall, lifting me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as his erection teased my slit. I tried to lower my hips, but he was holding me too tightly. “I want you to scream my name,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

“I don’t know your name,” I replied, still wriggling.

“Zayn,” he said, before letting go of my hips. I fell down on him suddenly, the intrusion a mix of pain and pleasure. He didn’t let me recover, only took my hips harder before thrusting back into me.

His fingertips were definitely going to leave bruises but I couldn’t care, the pleasure I was feeling was out of this world.

Our skin was slapping together as rotated my hips in a figure-eight motion, my cit rubbing against his pelvic bone.

“Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You,” I replied, breathless. I was so close I couldn’t think of anything.

He stopped his motions, leaving me full but unsatisfied. “I said I wanted you to scream my name.” His eyes were dark and powerful, scaring me just a little bit.

Zayn moved his hips to a new angle, reaching a new depth. It felt amazing as his fingers worked my clit.

“Shit,” I moaned out. “Zayn.” I chanted it, letting his name leave my lips over and over. It wasn’t long before I was coming around his cock, my walls clenching tightly around him.

He came shortly after me, his face cradled into the crook of my neck and shoulder. Zayn let me down gently, my knees still wobbly. Once our breathing patterns returned to normal, he smiled at me, seeming much more innocent.

“I don’t know your name,” he said quietly, sounding sleepy. “I never asked.”

“Jamie,” I said, reaching for my dress to cover myself up.

“Pretty name. But don’t put that back on. I have a t-shirt you can wear.”

He led back into his bedroom, where he threw me a green shirt before he threw on a new pair of boxers. He smiled as he motioned for me to climb in his bed, settling into a spooning position. I feel asleep feeling exhausted but happy.