One Direction and Zayn Mailk Preferencesツ

Harry (dirty)

“Come on baby,” Harry cooed, his lips peppering kisses along your jaw line.

A small moan escapes from your sealed lips as his hand pushed against your thigh, pressing it against the mattress and opening you wider to his exploring fingers. He was pumping furiously, and you found the noises from down there to be strangely erotic, making your nipples pebble in excitement.

He curled his fingers upward, and - ohmygodthere! You thrash your head back with a cry, your hips pushing up to meet Harry’s fingers that tapped against your g-spot.

“H-Harry,” you breathe out, your hand reaching up to grasp his flexing biceps. You felt your walls begin to clench around his long fingers, a sure sign that you were going to come soon.

You stare up into his green eyes which were dark with lust. With a small smirk, he stopped pumping and used the pad of his fingers to rub against your g-spot, immediately sending you over the edge with a small shriek.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, giving you a peck on the cheek. He watched with hooded eyes as your body trembled from your orgasm, his fingers still buried deep inside you as your walls rhythmically clenched around them.

“But can you give me one more, [Y/N]?” he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up, tucking his legs under him. He grabbed your legs and pulled you close, so that your bottom rested against his thighs.  He pulled your knees apart and pushed them against your chest, your pussy completely revealed.

“You’re glistening,” he softly whispered, taking his finger to rub up and down your slit.

Your stomach clenches, your body still sensitive from your last orgasm. Your breath hitches as his finger focuses on your clit, making your thighs clench around his hand.

“No, no, no, baby. Open up.” He ordered, slapping the sides of your thighs. He took your hands and maneuvered them so that you were pulling your knees apart. “Keep them that way, alright?” and he continues his gentle rubbing, his eyes trained on your face the whole time.

Your eyes lock, and your breathing gets heavy. Harry’s gentle rubbing against your over-sensitized clit was becoming faster and rougher, making your nails dig into your knees.

“H-Harry, I-I can’t!” you say, your voice hoarse. Your eyes slam shut, and you see nothing but white. You focus on his fingers circling your clit, his other hand reaching up to give your nipple a rub. Your pleasure was building and suddenly, you came. Your nipples tightened and warmth spread from your core to the tips of your toes.

But Harry wasn’t finished.

He pulled away from you and sealed his lips around your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth against the hard nub. He holds open your shaky thighs and you open your mouth in a silent scream. Your orgasm once more and tears escape the corner of your eyes.

Harry gave once last suck, making you whimper. He hovers over you with a shit-eating-grin on his shiny lips. “You alright, [Y/N]?” he says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “How many times did you come? Three?”

“Mmm,” you reply drowsily.                                                                                                                   

Harry chuckled and laid next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“Make sure you tell Perrie I made you come three times, yeah? Let’s see if Zayn can beat that,” was the last you thing you heard before succumbing to darkness.