Dirty One Direction Imagines

Dirty Zayn Malik

The way he said it made me know this was for real. The way his voice cracked a little when he said what and the way his grip tightened when he talked. I pushed myself closer to him before he continued his thrusts. Going in and out at a quicker pace each time and then slowing down as he got close to his orgasm.

“I want you to come with me.”

Placing his two long fingers he rubbed my clit in swift circles which raised my high to the maximum. I was getting close and so was he. He grabbed my breast that was hanging in my cheetah bra that we never bothered to take off and kneaded it in his palm. The high was about to burst out of me so I pushed my forehead against his. Zayn brought his nose to mine and our moans builded together before they turned to slight screams. Zayn rammed his lips against mine to signal that we needed to be quiet. I felt Zayn getting close and then pulled out of me and dropped me to the floor.

“Finish me off like you did at the interview.”

I scooped his dick in my mouth and quickly bobbed up and down before Zayn groaned and let all of him flood my mouth. I swished and swallowed then smiled up at the boy. He pulled me back to the standing position and started to get dressed. I pulled up my pants and Zayn started to put all of the articles of clothing that I tore off of him. He was fully clothed when I was still looking for my shirt. Zayn turned around and grabbed the white shirt that was hanging on a cabinet and walked over to me.

Placing the shirt over my head Zayn looked in my eyes and said

“You are a special girl and Niall is very blessed to have you.”