One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Staying Over - Zouis Threesome

Y/N's POV

"Zayn? Louis?" I call out to my two friends as I enter their flat.

Zayn and Louis decided that we should have a sleepover and I couldn't say no to that, because they're the two funniest guys ever. And a night with them would be awesome.

"Guys?" I take my shoes off and head upstairs to Zayn's room. His door is left a crack open as I peek in. My eyes widen at the sight of him.

Zayn's laying on his bed, his legs spread a bit as he jerks himself off. His eyes are squeezed shut as he runs his thumb over his tip, shuddering as he bucks himself into his hand.

His free hand goes to his hair, tugging as he moans loudly, signaling that it's a turn on for him as he continues to pump himself.

I haven't even noticed that my hand has gone in my shorts, teasing my c.lit as I watch him.

"F.uck," he mutters under his breath, spitting in his hand as he lubricates his c.ock.

"H-Holy s.hit y/n just like that," he jerks himself at a fast rate.

Did he just call my name while he's wanking off?

"F.uck, y/n," He licks his bottom lip before sinking his teeth in.

Oh my god he's thinking about me.

I can't help but let out a tiny whimper, pushing aside my panties before inserting two fingers inside me. My legs shake as my eyes widen at how wet I am. Pumping my fingers in and out, I tease myself as I rub my c.lit with my thumb.

"Y/n," Zayn moans, his eyes still squeezed shut as his jerking gets sloppy. Spurts of his c.um land on his bed and hand, causing him to curse as he grabs a tissue. I step aside, my fingers still inside me as I rush to the bathroom.

I close the door lean over the bathroom counter, fingerf.ucking myself as my legs shake.

"Zayn," I moan softly, feeling my orgasm approach as I curl my fingers.

I can't help but let out a scream, c.umming onto my fingers as my body shakes. Pulling my fingers out, I suck on them, tasting myself as my legs shake again.

After a few minutes of collecting myself, I leave my bag of clothes that I brought and I sigh before heading out, seeing Zayn burst out of his room wearing a pair of joggers.

"Y/n?" Zayn looks at me, surprised. "What happened?"

"I-I saw a spider," I lie, almost moaning as I notice his length peeking through.

"You're such a girl," he chuckles, walking over to me as he wraps his arms around me.

I don't know if he feels it, but his length rubs up against my front, causing me to shudder.

He pulls away and looks at me with concern.

"You okay love?" He asks.

"I'm fine," I brush off. "Where's Louis?" I try and change the subject, which works.

"Went to grab some food for tonight." He says. I nod as we both head downstairs, sitting down on the couch as I flip on the Tv.

"Oh c.rap," he mutters under his breath as I slightly gasp.

The Tv starts playing a pornographic movie, and I turn away from it, feeling weird with Zayn here.

"S-Sorry," he stutters, grabbing the remote to change the channel.

"It's okay," I say softly, feeling the tension between my legs.

"What the f.uck," he mutters frustratedly, hitting the remote with his hand as he presses the button.