One Direction Smut

Zayn

You stand in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes as you talk to your friend on the phone. She’s on speaker and tells you about her day when Zayn comes into the kitchen. He smirks at you and wraps his arms around you from behind. You tilt your head to the side, giving access to your neck. He places a kiss on your shoulder and on your neck as his hands move up to your boobs. He squeezes them and you can’t help it but giggle. “Are you still listening?” Your friend asks.

“Yes, continue.” You tell her as Zayn holds one boob with his hand while his other hand moves down. He places his hand between your legs and presses two fingers against your clit. You gasp and turn around. Your friend is still talking while you and Zayn tease each other. You rub his cock through his sweatpants, feeling how harder and harder it gets. Zayn puts his hand behind your neck and pulls you to him as his other hand is still on your clit and rubs it softly.

“(Y/N)?” Your friend asks and you remember that you’re still on the phone with her.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You ask her back and take your phone. You put it on normal and hold it to your ear. She continues her story as Zayn continues to tease you. He starts to rub harder and you start to get wetter. A moan escapes your lips as you rub Zayn’s cock through his boxers and it’s already very hard.

“What are you doing?” Your friend asks and you blush bright red.

“Zayn… he um… he’s distracting me.” You explain to her and shut your eyes when Zayn presses harder.

“Not the way I think he is… right?” Your friend asks and you take a deep breath. Zayn chuckles and kisses your neck.

“I… um I’ll call you later, alright?” You say and hang up, not giving her time to answer. You put your phone down and pull Zayn’s sweatpants down. “You’re such a tease.” You tell him as he pushes you against the kitchen counter. Instead of answering you, he just flips you around and presses you against the kitchen island. Zayn puts his hands on your waist and lifts you up, placing you on kitchen island. He pulls your jeans down as you pull your shirt up. You throw it onto the floor and wrap your hands back around Zayn’s neck. He pulls your jeans off completely with your panties before taking his own shirt off. You pull him closer to you as he pulls his boxers down. Zayn spreads your legs apart and pushes his dick into your already wet pussy. You gasp and lay down on the cold kitchen island. Zayn puts his hand on your boob and the other one on your clit. He’s already close and you know that. He speeds up his thrusts and squeezes your boob. A loud moan escapes your lips and you sit up again. You put your arms around Zayn and dig your nails into his back.

“Fuck.” You gasp and take a deep breath before starting to moan. Zayn pushes in and out of you over and over again, fast and hard. He starts to hit your g-spot and you shut your eyes as you take in the pleasure. He rubs your clit hard and fast, driving you crazy. “Fuck Zayn.” You moan and rest your head on his chest.

“You’re so fucking hot when I fuck you.” Zayn groans and pulls you closer to him. “Look at me.” He mumbles and you look up. You put one hand around his neck and bury your hand into his hair. Zayn rests his forehead on yours and you look each other directly into the eyes. Zayn curses quietly and sweat pearls roll down his forehead. He puts one arm around your waist as he places the other one on your ass. He squeezes your skin and you let out a quiet scream.

“Shit.” Zayn groans and fucks you even faster.

“Fuck Zayn… Fuck.” You moan and shut your eyes. “fu-fucking shit.” You gasp as he hit your g-spot over and over again until you come. “Ahh!” You scream and feel him cum in you. His warm cum fills you as he fucks out your orgasms. You and him moan loudly as your hearts are racing. Zayn pulls out of your again and rests his head on your boobs. You put your hands on his head and kiss his forehead.

“I fucking love you.” Zayn tells you and wraps his arms around you. “So much.” He mumbles as you wrap your legs around his hips.

“I love you too, Zayn.” You whisper as he lifts you up from the kitchen counter. He carries you to the bedroom and places you down on the bed, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Rest, before I fuck you again.” Zayn smirks, making you giggle