One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Roomates - Liam

Y/N's POV

I was reading a book when my roommate Liam texted me.

Liam:

'I'll be back at the house a bit late.' Was all it said.

Me and Liam have a close friendship. We hangout a lot and talk about college, our courses, etc.

But in my mind, I want to f.uck him so bad.

There was a time where I passed by his room, which was left a crack open so I could see him inside. He was laying on his bed, the sheets well low on his hips as I saw the trail of hair leading to his c.ock. And his body--god his body--was well built and toned as I suppressed the urge to run inside and run my hands all over him. I grew wet at the sight, and rushed to my room.

C.rap just thinking about him makes me wet.

Placing my book beside me, I lean back and stick my hand in my shorts, feeling the wetness soaked through my panties.

"F.uck," I groan, circling my c.lit as I think of Liam.

The way he would look between my legs as he eats me out, his slight stubble rubbing at my legs. His tongue would be sucking and nibbling at my c.lit.

"Liam," I moan, putting two fingers in my p.ussy as I start curling them.

"Yes Liam," I whimper, spreading my legs wider as I lick my lips.

"F.uck, f.uck, f,uck, f.uck," I come closer to my high as I squeeze my eyes shut, squirting violently.

"Oh s.hit," I breathe out, feeling the sheets beneath me soaked in my wetness.

Positioning myself so that I'm on my hands and knees, I grab my vibrating ring and turn it on, slipping it on my index finger. I can feel it vibrate as I put my two fingers back in my p.ussy, a new position and a new sensation runs through my body as I start fingerf.ucking myself, coming shortly after. My c.um starts dripping down my thigh as I feel myself growing wet again.

I continue to think of Liam as I c.um over, and over, and over again; with my sheets getting wetter and wetter after each release.

***

After cleaning myself up, I sigh as I begin to make me and Liam dinner.

Well not really, I just ordered take out from a Chinese restaurant.

Grabbing my box of noodles, I grab a fork and sit on the couch, digging in as I watch some movie. The door opens and closes as I hear soft thuds against the wood floor.

"Hey y/n," Liam greets me as he kisses my cheek.

"Heyr Liam," I say, my mouth filled with noodles. He chuckles as he sits down next to me.

Swallowing my food, I cough a little as I turn to face him.

"Yours is on the table Li," I mention as a smile etches on his face.

"Is it-"

"Orange Chicken? Yes it is."

"You know me so well," he kisses my cheek once more and rushes to the kitchen and back with the box in his hands and a fork.

He opens it and takes a bite, groaning right after.

"What would I do without you?" He chuckles, leaning towards me as he eats.

"Probably still trying to fix the front door handle," I tell him as he fake pouts.

"Hey it was difficult you know," he defends, taking another bite of his food.