One Direction One Shots 2

Zayn and Ammani (Zayn)

“God, you looked so beautiful tonight.” Zayn purred into my ear, planting a trail of damp kisses from the skin behind my ear to my collar bone.

I inhaled deeply as I tilted my neck back, making my sensitive skin more accessible to his wandering tongue. The scent of his aftershave filled my head as I closed my eyes; his fingers swiftly dragging the zip off my dress down my spine. I shrugged my shoulders slightly and let it slip to the floor; Zayn’s hands now kneading the silk red lace bra that I was wearing. I reached my hands behind and unclasped the unnecessary boundary between his touch and my hungry skin; his hands now fondling my newly exposed breasts. He groaned as I backed into him slightly, grinding my hips backwards into his crotch. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he walked me backwards to the bed, twisting me over and pulling me down on top of him as he slumped onto the soft duvet behind. His eyes were dark and lusting as they shifted frantically over my body; his fingers entwining with mine as he pulled me towards him. His lips were soft as they met mine, his tongue running gently along my lower lip as he begged for entrance. I parted my lips slightly, the taste of his mouth sweet and familiar. Tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, I hauled it over his head, revealing his toned torso. I let me hands explore the warm bare skin as I kissed him again; this time more urgently. I rested one hand beneath the band of his boxers and pinged at the elastic, his breathing now shallow. Grabbing my wrists, he flipped me over so his body was now craning over mine; dominating me. His fingers quickly found their way beneath my lace thong and rubbed my clit firmly; my body already ready for him.

“Does that feel good?” Zayn growled into my ear, nipping lightly at the lobe.

I sighed and nodded, letting my hands tangle through his hair.

“And how about this?” he was now sucking gently on the sensitive skin of my neck, as he inserted a finger inside of me.

My hips bucked towards him instinctively as I lost my breath; his touch skilled and accurate. I felt him smirk into my skin as he continued to work his fingers, my hands now trailing down his body and to the buckle of his belt. I fumbled with the buckle for a few seconds before sliding it from the band of his trousers, then quickly flicked the buttons open and kicked his trousers to his knees. He hissed as I palmed his erection through his boxers, his mouth pressing desperately to mine as we continued to get each other worked up.

“Fuck, I need you now.” Zayn groaned into my mouth, briskly sliding his boxers to the floor. I brought my arms around his neck as he positioned himself, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly as he began pushing himself into me. I gasped as his whole length entered me, his tongue lapping furiously at my parted lips. He paused for a moment as I adjusted, waiting for me to give him a sign to continue.

“Fuck me, Zayn.” I nipped at his bottom lip, pulling it back slightly as I leant back.

With that, he began moving inside of me; his thrusts deep and deliberate, my whole body shuddering as he rubbed incessantly across my g-spot. Locking his fingers with mine, he pinned my arms above me head and increased his speed; my breathing now jagged and moans strangled. His eyes never broke contact from mine as he watched my face intently, occasionally crashing his lips to mine to stifle any particularly loud moans that his parents might hear. Grabbing my ankles, he hooked them over his shoulder; the new angle proving useless in keeping me quiet.

“Baby, you need to be quiet” Zayn smirked, pressing his finger to my lips.

I swirled my tongue around his finger as he continued driving himself into me, my lips wrapping around it and sucking mercilessly as I used every ounce of effort to suppress my moans. Pushing my legs closer to my chest, Zayn pressed his lips to mine; my tongue massaging his roughly as my body completely succumbed to his. I dug my fingers into his biceps that were either side of my head as my body neared the finish line; my skin hot and tingling.

“Come for me.” Zayn purred into my ear, making sure his thrusts remained deep.

I didn’t need encouraging; I was thrown into my orgasm with such force that I forgot where I was. My body writhed beneath his dominating frame and toes curled; my mouth pressed firmly against the taut skin of his chest as I desperately tried to keep quiet. The unmerciful sucking soon sent Zayn to the finish line as he quivered above me, breathlessly groaning my name amongst profanities.

Zayn’s body collapsed on to mine as I ran my hand through his hair; his fingers brushing against my jaw lightly. He grinned at me as his lips met mine, before removing himself and grabbing some joggers.

“I’d give you some, but I’m quite enjoying seeing you naked” he laughed, winking at me.

“Cheeky!” I laughed back, jesting with my head that he come here.

Zayn crawled along the bed and up my body, kissing me gently as he pulled the duvet up.

“Round 2?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me as he poked at my ribs, causing me to jump and squeal.

I smirked at him, before pulling the covers over our head and getting lost in the night.