One Direction One Shots 3

Smokey Desires (Part 1) (Zarry Threesome)

The chilly air surrounded the crowd gathering outside the club. I stood in line listening to the muffled thumping music through the brick walls of some club my friend recommended. My eyes wandered to the burgundy velvet rope blocking my only entrance into the club, I am only five people away from getting in. I was mentally kicking myself for choosing to wear this dress instead of my skinny jeans.

A sudden burst of music erupted as the doors opened momentarily to let one patron outside. He stood tall and lean, wearing a nicely fitted black suit jacket with a white striped button up peeking through. He wore dark wash skinny jeans that framed his slender frame nicely. His hair was carelessly swept up and to the side, a few highlights of gold present. Long fingers dipped in his pocket, pulling out a white and gold foil box, he flips open the top and pulls out a long cigarette, placing it between his luscious lips. His jaw forms a crisp line, only broken up by his dark rough stubble. In his other pocket, he produces a sleek black lighter. His neck bows before he cups his hand around the lighter, setting the cigarette on fire. Quickly, his cheeks hallow as he inhales, using his fingers to clamp the stick away from his mouth. He holds it in for a moment before he releases the smoke. I can’t help but stare at the creature before me, completely captivated. Continually, I watch him bring the cancer stick to his lips again and again, something about him is indescribably sexy. Assuming he feels my stare, he casts his gaze towards me and I am frozen, unable to look away. His hand flicks the dead ash on the end of his cigarette before he brings it to his mouth once again. His dark eyes burned into me as his lips clamped around the stick. He drew in the velvet smoke before parting his lips. A deep luscious cloud slowly funneled out, engulfing his surroundings, whispering a sensual pattern. He is drenched in sex. I bit my lip, unable to contain the heat that was now rushing through my body, the heat his movement and his eyes were sending me.

His eyes break away from me and he turns towards the bouncer at the door, whispering something in his ear. With that, he drops his half-finished cigarette and walks back into the club, throwing me back into reality, I am freezing. My teeth chatter and I am startled when someone behind me taps on my shoulder. The line is moving, finally letting people into the club.

I hear the thumping music as the doors are flung open.

Shuffling quickly inside, the bouncer ropes off right behind me. I meet his gaze accompanied by a slight nod, I do the same. I can now see why it took so long to get in, the club is packed, wall to wall with people. I mentally curse, getting a drink is going to be difficult. I reach the bar and just getting to the counter is difficult. Walking around, I find a nearly deserted corner of the bar. Leaning up against the counter, I try and flag down a bartender. I slump shortly after, failing to get his attention.

"Hi." A thick accent purrs, a thick manly smell engulfing my senses. As I turn my head, I recognize it as the smoker from outside. “What’s your name?" He questions, his voice dripping with a full ego.

‘Great, another man who’s full of himself.’ I think to myself. I want to resist telling him my name, hoping he will just leave me alone. But, it’s no matter, his golden haloed eyes are pulling me in.

"And if I give you my name, what would you do with it?" I ask coyly.

His hand finds a place on my hip, he bites his lip before bringing them to my ear. “I’ll be moaning it later." His hot breath trails down my neck, giving me tingles. My eyes close at the sensation I my hand instinctively grabs around his arm, keeping him close to me. I gulp down his next words, “and um." I hear the sex in his voice, “I’m Zayn…. you’ll need to know what to scream later." My eyes open and he is gone.

"What the fuck just happened?" I whisper to myself.

After a long while, I give up on trying to a drink. I turn slumping my back on the bar as I gaze at the crowd on the dance floor before me. My eyes scan the crowd, secretly hoping to find a certain someone, and I do. He’s up in a VIP booth, sipping on his drink as he stares me down like I’m his prey. I bite my lip again.