Rock Me: One Direction Dirty Imagines

You & I (Zayn)

It was your birthday today and all you wanted was to spend it with your boyfriend Zayn.

You sigh as you think of all the things you could do....

Eat....

Drink.....

Fuck.....

The possibilities were endless really.

Just as your mind starts to wander, Zayn barges in through the front door and in his hand he has a magazine.

His usually perfect quiff is a mess of hair on his head, obvious signs he has been running his hands through it.

You walk over to him who's in a panic.

"Zayn? Babe? Are you okay?" You ask cautiously.

He looks towards you and takes deep breaths.

"W-where's your phone!?" He asks hurriedly.

"In my pocket, why?" You ask confusedly while you reach for it.

In two strides he has you pressed up against the counter.

"Don't." He growls suddenly.

You look into his gorgeous eyes and attempt to match his steely glare.

He smirks and slams his lips against yours, grinding your hips together.

You moan as he sets you on the counter and rubs in between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're already wet babe..." he remarks suggestively as he continues to rub you.

He, torturously slow, slides off your spandex to reveal your red lace panties.

You tangle your hands in his hair as he spreads your legs and licks you through your underwear.

"Zayn....shit...." You whimper.

He chuckles darkly and slides off your last layer.

He licks all the way up to your clit and starts sucking on it.

Your hands grip his hair desperately as he enters two fingers inside you.

He pumps in and out and you buck your hips.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them.

You slide off the damp counter and unbuckle his pants.

His prominent hard on stares you right in the face, daring you to suck it.

You pull his knickers down and take the tip between your lips.

His head falls back in pleasure, turning you on even more.

You lick a trail from his balls to his tip before taking him all the way in until he hits the back of your throat.

"Aaaaah fuck!" Zayn yells, gripping your hair as you bob your head up and down.

You swirl your tongue around his head a couple more times then stand up.

Zayn sets you back on the counter and spreads your legs.

Wasting no time, he slams into you, making you yell his name.

He thrusts mercilessly, hard and fast, just how you like it.

You whisper dirty things in his ear as he moans into your neck.

He continues to fuck you while you moan and whimper and scream his name.

He lets go of your legs and laces your hands together, feeling that the end is about to come for both of you.

He thrusts deeper than you ever thought possible and hits that spot that pushes you over the edge.

You release all over his dick, yelling his name.

Not 1 second later, he cums inside you.

"Fuck Y/N....." he pants.

You smirk and hop off the counter.

"Now....wanna tell me what all that fuss was about?" You ask deviously, wrapping your hands around his waist.

He shakes his head.

"Doesn't matter babe. I have everything I need." He replies.

You decide to let it slide and enjoy this moment.

"You and I...?" He starts.

"'Til the end of time." You whisper back.