One Direction Imagines

Zayn (Gym/Fight) *Dirty*

You and Zayn were going to the gym. Usually he would box, and you would do treds and yoga. You woke up late, so You didnt have long enough to shower. You got dressed in a comfy sport bra and Gym shorts. You put on your sweater, sandals, and quickly put your hair in a messy bun. You ran downstairs to see Your wonderfull boyfriend, already ready to go. "Babe, you look so sleepy. But cute." He smiled, climbing into the car. You smiled in response and lightly kissed his cheek. You both have been living together for 2 months, and havent ever had sex. He was always up for it, but you were nervous.

Once you had finally gotten to the gym, you took your bag, zayn took his, and you ran inside. You chatted with Bowie, who worked in the little snack shack in the gym. She was a major Directioner, and always loved helping you. "Okay! Bye, hun!" You smiled walking over to the treadmills. You were keeping a steady pace as Zayn was in the boxing room, boxing with a trainer. You sped up a bit but stopped to pull off your sweater. You ran a bit longer then stopped to watch Zayn laughing with a trainer. A girl trainer. You couldnt help but feel jealous.

You rubbed yourself with your towel, then pulled out your phone. You read some tweets, texted Niall. You kept the convo going until you could see the girl walking over to use the treadmill. You texted Niall 'Kay see you later, Nialler

You were really insecure, but you were pissed. "My boyfriend, thats who!" You said, turning off your treadmill. "You mean your Pimps down on the corner? Whore." She hissed again. "Fucking Bitch.." You muttered. "Excuse me? Say it to my fucking ass." She snapped. "FUCK YOU!" You said gaining everyones attention, even Zayns. Then she did it. She slapped you. "Dont call me that, you whore!" She smirked and turned to the glaring people,"Nothing, guys. Just get back t-!!" You cut her off by punching her in the face as hard as you could. Every one gasped. Zayn grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you away.

"(Y/N) we are leaving!" He grabbed his bag and your bag and dragged you out. He threw the bags into the back and climbed into the drivers seat. You climbed into the passenger seat , holding in tears. You rubbed your fist, that was the first time you have ever punched someone. Zayn started driving, then finally broke the silence. "Why did you punch her!?" He asked, his eyes full of anger. "She started it! And she slapped me!" You cried, releasing all your tears. He parked the car and stomped inside, pulling you along. He locked the door and pushed you down onto the couch. You found yourself getting a, little turned on, but still scared.

"That really did turn me on though. So fucking much.." He growled, yanking on your hand. "See? See what you did to me?" He growled, pulling your hand and pressing it against his crotch. He was already rock hard. He gasped a litle when you pushed a bit on accident. "Fuck, babe.. Dont tease.." He said, still keeping your hand on his crotch. "Zayn.. I dont want-!" He cut you off by kissing you. "Well.. Your going to.." He breathed against your lips. Zayn liked being rough. And you tended to be loud. "Zayn Im not rea- Mfnf!" He clapped his hand across your mouth.

"Who said you could talk?" He glared at you. You couldnt help but start lightly licking the part where his thumb met his palm. You bit softly and he mummbled something bringing his hands to his belt. You tried to say for him to stop, but he slipped his finger in your mouth. "Mff.." You muffled, vibrating his index finger. Then you noticed, he wasnt taking his pants off. He had his hand in his shin high jean shorts. You loved seeing this. You loved seeing his concentrated look as he touched himself. You slid your tounge along his index finger, and lightly started sucking.

"O-Ohhh.."He moaned, rolling his eyes back slightly, as you watched his hand in his pants moving faster. You bit lightly and felt him tense ad you rolled your tounge along his finger, and he let out a loud groan and slipped his finger out of your mouth. He leaned on that arm and continued what he was doing in his pants, as if forgetting completely about you. You stared down at what he was doing, wishing he would stop. You started moving your hand lower to your shorts, but he grabbed your hand, his hand wet and slippery.

"Babe.. Take off your clothes.." He said, not angry anymore. You nodded, pulling down your shorts and peeling off your bra and panties. He smirked down at your body in pleasure. "Youre so perfect.." He said, stripping his clothes down. He got on top of you, then ut his finger in your mouth again. "Dont make any sounds!" Zayn warned you. You nodded brushing your tounge along his finger again. He positioned his tip at your entrance. He looked up at you, asking for permission. You nodded, but before you could even finish nodding, he already had you screaming his name. "OH MY FUCK, ZAYN!" You screamed until you felt like the whole world was listening. "Damn, baby, you're so fucking tight! Ugh!" he yelled back. He got his 8 inches dick inside and inside, making you felt like you were dying in paradise. "ZAYN, I CANNOT HOLD IT!!" you screamed. "YOU CAN." he made sure, as you both cummed. He got his dick out from your entrance, in his heavy sexy breath. "Oh wow.. That was r-really cool.." he sighed, smiling at you. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his forehead, "Thank you for being my first."