One Direction One Shots 1

Zayn

Days like these are what I enjoyed, the balcony doors slightly open and a cool breeze feeling pleasant against my skin. The city lights twinkling but it we seemed so far away.

I loved watching him.

His slim fingers bringing the cigarette to his lips, flicking the lighter on effortlessly with his thumb. The small flame illuminated his face in the dim light, dancing lightly on his skin.

I shifted slightly on his small sofa, holding up my knees as I watched him inhale his first breath.

He blew out, his lips moving delicately as if he were going to kiss me. The puff of smoke was sent up, his chin tilted upwards as he let out the smoke. Zayn was still laying down from the night before, he would always call me up when he needed me.

I loved when he lied to me, when he turned off his cold exterior and said he loved me, that he needed me. I knew it was temporary , that he just needed me physically, taking advantage of that fact i needed him emotionally.

My gaze remained fixed on his features, the strong jawline shadowed by his stubble. He closed his eyes, forgetting I was here, it seemed like he did this every morning.

He would tell me how much he loved me, but i could hear the urgency in his tone, Taking of my clothes, piece by piece.

In the mornings he would always smoke, and I would just watch in fascination. He never said a word, pretended I wasn’t there, seeing right through me. But I was used to if, zayn just fed off my weak self-esteem using me for his needs and nothing more.

I would always leave wordlessly, that was routine.

His eyes opened and he stared at me, I was used to this look. It’s like he was acknowledging my presence but demonstrating he didn’t care that I was still there.

For once he cocked and eyebrow in my direction, sending a puff of smoke out his mouth. He inhaled deeply,

“Come here”

I walked over to him gently , straddling him, sitting on his lean torso. My hands instantly found their place, tracing patterns on his bare skin; I dropped my head and kissed his stomach softly, leaving open kisses.

He looked down amused, he brought his unoccupied hand to my chin, pulling my lips close to his.

“Hmm” he murmured.

Zayn took a drag of his cigarette, holding it effortlessly; his mouth opened mine, blowing the warm air inside my throat.

I gasped and coughed, the smoke burning my throat.

He chuckled darkly, tossing his head back, running his fingers through his jet black hair.

I wanted more, it burned but I knew this entertained him, using me as his little experiment.

I rocked my hips against his, and crawled down, removing the white sheets that covered his naked body.

He didn’t react to my actions besides leaning his head on his left arm to watch me.

I peered up from my lashes, taking his cock between my hands, licking from the base to tip. He continued taking drags of his cigarette, watching, almost uninterested. I picked up the pace, moving my hand quickly and sucking harshly on his tip.

“That’s right baby”

His face now showed pleasure, his cigarette shaking in his fingers.

I took him all in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat.

“Yes I love your fucking mouth around my cock” he thrusted his hips up greedily, wanting a release.

I always pleased him, swallowing his cum like a good girl.

I slowly made my way up his torso, trailing kisses along his chest, to his cheeks. The stubble pricked my lips but it was the way he felt, and how I remember him.

“Take of your panties” he ordered.

I took them off, along with my top, letting them fall to the floor. I came back to him, straddling his hips once again.

“Get to work” 

I remained compliant, sinking myself onto his length.

My eyes fluttered from the pleasure. I began bouncing up and down on his cock, placing my hands on his chest for support.

“That’s right you love my cock” he exhaled the smoke in the air.

I breathed In heavily, smelling the cigarettes, rolling my hips With fast rhythm. He finally discarded his stick, placing both hands on mine, lifting his hips up roughly.

“Oh god ” I squealed, he hit my g-spot Instantly,He reached out and grabbed my breasts, enjoying how they moved as I rode his cock.

“Keep going” his lips were between his teeth, I held my hair in my hands, riding him faster, making sure his cock went in and out of me at a face pace.

“Oh fuck” he growled, I felt him twitch when I clenched my walls around him, causing us to release together… I lay down exhausted, the room smelling of sex and tobacco.

He quickly rolled over, his back facing me.

I sighed, why did I get my hopes up?

I began to get up, my legs dangling from his large bed.

A hand reached out to my arm.

“You don’t have to leave” he pulled me back, pulling me to his chest, stroking my hair lightly.

I curled into his side, I had to take advantage of the circumstances. When any love was given, I would always take it.