some smuts

zayn malik (rip)

"Zayn! Come on we're late! We were suppose to be there twenty minutes ago!" I yelled upstairs to my boyfriend, Zayn who was STILL getting ready.

"I'm putting on aftershave!" He yelled back. "I need to make an impression." He sang while jumping down the stairs.

"You look and smell fine like always, Zayn. My parents will love you." I finished talking when he stopped in front of me. My jaw dropped. He looked absolutely stunning. Slicked back hair, black suit and tie, perfectly shaven. I think I just drooled.

"Wow, you look beautiful." He breathed out. "I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna be hard to keep my hands off you in that dress."

"I'm sure you can handle yourself just fine, Malik. Just wait until we get back." I pulled my coat on, flung my purse over my shoulder, and tossed my keys to Zayn. "Can you drive? I'm really nervous."

He easily caught the keys and opened the door for me, locking it as we walked out. "Why are you nervous? You just said your parents would love me." He laughed.

"I know.. I know.. But my parents can be really picky. I mean REALLY picky." I got into the passenger seat and buckled in.

He hummed to himself and got in. "Well, is there anything specific I need to do?" He turned on the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

"You know.." I thought. "The basics, call them Mr. And Mrs. And shake my fathers hand, and blah blah blah. I'm sure it'll go well."

*at dinner*

"Well, Mrs.Y/L/N, this Chicken Alfredo is supreme. You must give me the recipe." Zayn spoke sweetly.

I looked at him and smiled. He was doing so well.

"Oh but Y/N already knows how to make it." My mother admitted and pointed her fork at me.

"Oh does she now?" Zayn smirked at me.

"Yeah!" I jumped when I felt Zayn place his hand on my thigh. "I actually do."

"Are you alright?" My father asked.

"Uhm, yeah I'm perfectly fine." I felt Zayn move his hand higher to the band of my panties. I looked over at Zayn and he gave me a "confused" look as if he had no idea what was going on.

"So, Zayn," my father began, "what do you do for a living?"

Zayn pushed my panties to the side and placed his fingers on my clit, making me jump.

"Sweetie, are you sure you're alright?" My mom asked.

I nodded. "Positively."

My father raised an eyebrow and continued to converse with Zayn. "Well, son?"

"I'm an artist, sir."

My father hummed. "Oh, like our little girl here."

I laughed. "Oh please, I'm no where near as good as Zayn. He should show you his work sometime. It's beautiful."

Zayn began to slowly circle his fingers around making me squirm a bit in my seat. I took a bite of my food to cover up the small moan that left my mouth.

"Well, it's getting late and I have work in the morning. It was nice to finally meet you, Zayn." My father stood up from the table and shook his hand. "Please drive safe, you two." He disappeared into the living room.

"Dinner was lovely." I spoke to my mother. I stood up, making sure to glare at Zayn before I placed my dish in the sink.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs.Y/L/N. We'll try and stop by again." Zayn stood up and gave my mom a quick hug and peck on the cheek.

I hugged her and told her I love her and to take care of herself.

"I love you more. Good night. Drive safe." She called out as Zayn and I walked out the door.

When we got into the car I immediately smacked Zayn on the arm. "What the fuck, Zayn?"

He laughed. "What?"

"We were with my parents! You know how sick that is?"

He began driving. "Oh please, you seemed to be enjoying it. And don't lie to me, you knew that was pretty hot."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I admitted.

"I just want you so bad it hurts." Zayn whined.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I licked my lips.

I notice him bite down on his lip. "Just wait until we get home."

*at home*

He ran his tongue up my neck and sucked on my bottom lip causing me to gasp. He fingers ran between my legs and over my panties. "You're so wet for me, baby." He groaned. He pulled down my dress with my soaked panties.

"Just fuck me, Zayn..." I growled and ripped his shirt open and yanked it off, revealing his beautifully inked skin. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist as we fell onto the bed.

He pulled my blouse over my head and attached his lips to my neck again as he massaged my chest. "Please, Zayn. No foreplay."

He sat up and pulled off his pants along with his boxers. I drooled at the sight as his hardened length shot straight up. "Ugh, I must be the luckiest girl in the world." I whispered.

He chuckled and crawled back up to me. "No, no. I'm the luckiest man in the world." He pressed his lips to mine.

"Alright alright, just get inside me." I cried.

"Eager... I like it." He lined himself up and began to push in.

"Shit shit shit." I squirmed beneath him.

A low, deep groan left his lips until he was all the way in. "Fuck..." He whispered.

"Move.." I moaned.

He easily slid in and out, picking up his pace with every thrust.

The sound of slapping skin and moans mixed with profanities could be heard throughout the entire house.

Zayn added to my pleasure when he placed his thumb onto my clit and pressed down, pulling me closer to my orgasm.

"Zayn!" I screamed in ecstasy.

"Come for me, baby girl." He gasped and pounded me deeper.

I felt my body fail on me as I gently spazzed out in bliss when I hit my high.

"Ssshhhhiiiiiiiitt..." He groaned out as he orgasmed above me.

Not going to lie, he looked so angelic.

He slowly pulled out of me and rolled onto his back next to me.

I turned over and kissed his chest right above his heart. "I love you so much, Zayn. You're my everything."

He smiled that one smile where his eyes just sparkle and his tongue shows through his teeth a bit. That one that makes you melt.

"You're my world. I love you more than you know."

I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, listening to his heart beat calm down as we fell asleep.