One Direction Imagines (Collection 1)

Just some One Direction Imagines


6. One More Night (Zayn)


Zayn slammed the door behind himself, then glanced at me. I was glaring at him as well.  

“What was that at the restaurant,” he asked, almost scarily.. What Zayn was talking about was me going to hug an old boyfriend I had seen.  

Our relationship was already on the rocks, having to do with trust issues and common differences.  

“Why do you wanna know? It’s none of your business.” I stated, simply. In a matter of three seconds, he flipped his shit.  He slammed his fist on the counter, and then looked at me.

 “I should know what’s going on with my girlfriend! Of course I’d question you if you were hugging some mysterious guy!”  

“It was nothing! I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of it,” I said, growing angry.  

“For all I know, you could be fucking him..” He said, almost too quietly. He then turned his back to me, walking to open the cabinet full of glass cups.  

Now, it was my turn to flip out.    

“Who the FUCK do you think you are?! He is engaged! I don’t want him, and he doesn’t want me. You’re the one who cheated on me, so don’t you think it’s not right for you to be a hypocrite,” I yelled, looking down at my hands. I had never yelled at him before.  

The cup that he took out was shattered once I said that. He had a look as if he could kill. Taking three long strides, Zayn was in front of me. I was frozen, beginning to be apologetic.  

He took a deep breath, keeping his hands planted to his sides. “WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY (Y/N)! I’ve said ‘I’m so sorry’ so many times, it’s starting to sound like a song to write. I’m so sick of you bringing this up! It happened a year ago!” He looked me straight in the eyes, filled with anger and also tension. Not the normal kind of tension..some other kind.    

I took a deep breath like him, and then, not controlling myself, I extended my arm. The echo of the sound the slap across Zayn made was almost haunting.  

His face was turned from me. “Drunkenly sleeping with a sober girl that knew damn well you had a girlfriend is not a mistake. Let alone being the second time it happened.” I said, my voice quivering.  

Zayn then shot up, grabbing my arms, backing me up against the nearest wall. He pinned my arms there. Looking me straight in the eyes with no more emotion. I kept struggling, kicking legs and all, banging against the wall.  

I kept shouting. “Let GO of me! I don’t wanna do this anymore!” He loosened the grip, and I slid out, easily. I turned my back for one second, and I felt rough hands on my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. “Do what anymore,” he growled in my ear.  

You and I go hard at each other like we’re going to war. You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the doors. You and I get so damn dysfunctional, start keeping score. You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can’t do this no more.  

I had no idea what to say. Zayn bit my neck, very hard. I yelped, him soon loosening the grip on my hair, turning me around to ravage my mouth. Just from kissing me, he could make me lose my stance. Moaning into the kiss, I almost gave in. But I just can’t. I have to stand my ground just like him. ‘Be agressive, (Y/N).’  

With my hands free, I grabbed hold of his wild hair, kissing him equally, if not more aggressive. Biting his bottom lip, I heard him groan. I then smirked at how I could make him do that.  

Lowering my hand to the opening of his pants, I began to unbutton his pants, feeling him get hard. One of his hands instantly let go of my hair, swatting my hand away. Zayn lifted me by my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. He carried me to the bedroom, not kissing me, just looking at me. And it was almost nerve-wracking. We hadn’t had sex in a month, so I knew I was already in too deep by adding on to the frustration.  

We had made it to the bed, with him dropping me on it. Taking off his dress shirt (I must say, very sexily), he slid over me, watching my eyes intently. I then wrapped my legs back around him, making him stay. I love him too much and I’m too fed up to stop now.  

But baby, there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.   Zayn took my hands, holding them above my head, while he flicked off the buttons of my blouse. He kissed down after each button he flicked off, like a trail. Then, he reached my skirt zipper, which he pulled down, oh so slowly. Too slow for my patience.  

“Zayn..babe, please..” I begged, ashamed at my own lust. He then, raised an eyebrow, smirking at my reaction.  

Roughly, he pulled down my skirt AND underwear, exposing me. Quickly being embarrassed, I unwrapped my legs, closing them tightly. “Oh now, know you’re beautiful. No need to hide that beautiful part of you,” Zayn said, winking at me, beginning to rub my thighs. They inched wider and wider each time he went up and down.    

“That’s more like it.” He got up, and I frowned and began to look worried. “W-wait, where are you going..”I said, sitting up and thinking he was just going to leave me there. He chuckled lowly.  

“I’m just taking off my pants..we kinda need this,” he said, pointing at his erection,”to make it work.”  “Oh.” Well, duh. He looked at me with immense lust, and took off his pants quicker than expected. I looked down at his impressive cock, and blushed, looking away. Zayn then pushed me back down on the bed.  

His hands parted my thighs wider and just slammed into me. “Oh!” I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Zayn hissed from the feeling. His pace started out going very, very slow, teasing me. He was even half-smiling down at me, while I moaned, refusing to ask him to go faster. All thoughts from my mind went away, as slow as he was going. It felt wonderful.  

I stop using my head, using my head, let it all go.  

He began to pick up the pace, as he marveled at my body like a kid in a candy store. He had sat me up for no more than five seconds, unsnapping my bra, and ripping off the rest of my blouse. I flopped back down, as he bent down, sucking my nipples. I bit my lip, trying not moan out again.  

Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo. And now I’m feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.  

He kept looking up at me as he was fucking me at a moderate pace. He moved his lips up to my lips, pillaging it with his tounge. When he moved away, a thin line of spit, coming from both ends of our mouths. He thrust faster, groaning sexily. “Come on, darling..let me hear your moans. How good I’m making you feel,” Zayn said, in a deep voice full of love and lust.  

I rose my head higher, moaning at a very high pitch. “Yes, oh my god..!” I gripped on to his hips, my nails digging into him. The sounds must have encouraged him..He began to groan louder, along with fucking me at lighting speed.  

So I cross my heart and I hope to die…  

One hand moved from his hip, to the bed sheet, gripping on for dear life. A great sensation of vibrations flowing through my body. I felt myself tightening around him.  

“Ugh! I fucking love you (Y/N)!” Zayn shouted in complete desire.  

That I’ll only stay with you one more night..   I could feel myself about to finish. My toes began to curl and shut my eyes tighter, panting, while I felt his breath on me. “Yes, yes, yes, mmm..! I’m about to cum!” I hissed, through my teeth.  

And I know I’ve said it a million times..  

“Cum for me baby,” Zayn whispered in my ear, his throat sounding strained. He went even deeper, sitting up and raising one of my legs on his shoulder. The angle had changed and that’s when I finished.  

“Oh my goooooood..” I said, through a small, clenched voice, arching my back, and letting go.  

Him following behind saying the same phrase. “Oh my fucking god..! Ughhhh..” he made those noises, and it made me go insane. He released himself inside of me, and it just felt like I would be satisfied for a thousand years.  

Zayn fell on me, shifting his weight so it wouldn’t all be on me. He was panting, trying to catch his breath.  

After he had caught his breath, he slipped out of me, and rolled to the side, pulling me in a cuddle position. Then, after a few minutes of him circling my collarbones, and rubbing my stomach, he asked me a question.  

“I love you..will you stay?” He whispered, and it felt like I could shatter into a million pieces. It sounded like so much love and promise in his voice.  

I laid there, very still, almost hesitating.  

“I love you too…I’ll stay.” And he just wrapped his arms around me tighter.    

But I’ll only stay with you one more night.  

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