One Direction Imagines

Zayn- After the Brit Awards (sexual)

He stood on stage at the Brit Awards, singing his part in the Red Nose charity single, One Way or Another, and stared at you. Wardrobe dressed him too well. Your mind wandered in and out of your boyfriend’s performance as you imagined his leather jacket hitting the floor of the hotel room he was staying at. The all black shirt and trousers didn’t make it hard for you to picture his fit body pressed against yours, mixing your sweat together. You core started to ache for him as you could almost feel yourself running your fingers through his newly cut hair. You try to not show the lust you’re feeling as Zayn trots on stage with the rest of the boys and the cameras capture a shot of you for the world to see. You cross your legs under the table hoping to bring yourself back to reality, at least until after the show.

            When the awards finally finish, Zayn has some interviews to attend so you decide to just meet him at the hotel. When you get in the room, you immediately strip to your panties and bra. You were not going to wait a second longer than what was needed. As the clock creeps by torturously slow, you get more and more anxious. No matter how many times you think “Y/N, just wait for Zayn” your body just won’t follow. You sit up in the bed, against the headboard, and spread your legs. Your fingers make their way to your panties and start to rub. You start to picture Zayn in his suede jacket he wore after his performance. That would be the first thing to go when he walked through those doors. Your panties start to get wet as your pressure increases.

            “Y/N!” Your eyes flash open as you hear Zayn’s voice. You quickly remove your hand and shut your legs closed. Your heart races, embarrassed from being caught masturbating by your boyfriend. “You couldn’t wait for me?” He says flashing his seductive smirk. He pulls his black suede jacket off and lifts his feet up to force his shoes off. Before you know it he’s on all fours making his way toward you on the bed. His lips forcefully crash yours and all the images you had in your mind start becoming reality. Your hands pull the hem of his shirt out his pants and start unbuttoning it. His hands feel cool on your body, giving you goose-bumps, but you don’t let that stop you from completing your mission. When you’ve unbuttoned his shirt, he finishes stripping it off as you waste no time working on his pants.

            He kicks his trousers off the bed and your hand finally roams through his hair. You tug on his locks, making him moan. “Zayn I’ve been waiting all night.” You say in between his kisses, brushing against his wet lips. “You don’t have to tell me twice babe.” He says pulling away. He pulls your panties down and you eagerly pull your legs up to speed the process. He wastes no time on teasing you with kisses on your inner thighs like he usually does. His lips on your folds give you an immediate rush and when his tongue enters your body you refuse to hold in your moans. Your hands grip the bed’s headboard, allowing you to lift your hips up, forcing more of Zayn’s face into you. His hand comes down on your body quickly, forcing you back to the bed. “Y/N you know I don’t like to get my face messy.” He says softly, licking his lips, cleaning them of your fluids. “Sorry baby.” You moan out.

            He brings himself up to kiss you and you open your mouth to tell him to continue on, but your words get caught as he presses his thumb on your clit. You let out his name repeatedly, against his lips, as he begins rubbing circles, quickening the tempo. His lips move to your neck and you feel his teeth nip at your sweet spot, no doubt marking you. Your hands let go of their grip and start to press into his neck and back. Short breaths is the only way you can get air into your lungs as his tongue starts making figure eights over the newly created sore spot. “Zayn. Now.” You order with what little breath you have. Knowing how bad you need him, Zayn quickly strips off the fabric separating you two and grabs a condom from out of his pants pocket.

You rub your clit and watch his teeth rip the wrapper easily. He rolls the condom down his shaft and secures it before coming back in between your legs. He pumps himself a few times and then removes your hand, positioning himself at your entrance. He enters you and a string of profanities escape your mouth. “Y/N you’re so tight babe. Say when.” You don’t want to wait though, “Go Zayn…go.” Zayn pulls out and enters you again; the feeling throws your hands back to the headboard. “Faster.” You command him yet again. His thrusts quicken and suddenly his tip begins to hit your g-spot. “Zayn!” your sudden shout alerts him of his finding and he lifts one of your legs to get better access. The support from the headboard allows you to meet his thrusts and your body is growing increasingly weary as he drains your energy.

“Shit Y/N!” he yells out as he feels you tighten your walls around his cock. “Make me cum Zayn. Please.” You moan out with your eyes closed and sweat beading all over your body. Zayn increases his strength as he holds your right leg against his left shoulder and your left hip to the bed. His thrusts become sloppier as you feel yourself closer to your release.  He lets go of your hip to run circles on your clit with his fingers and the added pleasure pushes you to your bliss. Your body shakes, your back arches, and shouts leave your mouth as your imagines come true. You don’t realize that Zayn reaches his release around the same time you do until you’ve come back to reality. He pulls out of you and removes the condom, tying it up and tossing it in the trash before kissing your lips and falling to your side. “What got into you tonight babe?” he asks with his arm behind his head and his eyes closed. “You did,” You say with a weary smile. “and you will again once you recover.”