One Direction Imagines (Collection 4)

Just some One Direction Imagines


17. Welcome To My Sex Room (Zayn)


“Welcome to my sex rooooom,” He crooned along with the music. I watched him with loving eyes as he moved his body to the slow beat of the Ludacris song. He looked at me, smiling. I snuggled up to him, resting my head on his incredibly warm chest, hearing his heartbeat in my ears. We didn’t need to speak when we were together. I mean, we obviously spoke when we needed too, but when we were just sitting around doing nothing, words weren’t needed. Slow music playing and our arms wrapped around each other was considered a perfect evening for us. And the sex wasn’t too bad, either. He shifted his body, making my head fall off his chest and onto the mattress beneath us. He laughed, a low, hearty laugh. His laugh was one of my favourite things about him. I loved almost everything about him, but his laugh had to be in my top five. The way the smile spread to his entire face, his eyes almost twinkling, as the low noise of his laughter filled the whole room. I swear, his laugh could make babies stop crying. It was perfect. I put my head back onto his chest, burying my face into his button up shirt, inhaling his scent. His scent had to be another one of my top five favourite things. I can’t even describe it, it’s musky and dangerous, but sweet and alluring at the same time. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me, Sex Room still playing on the dock that his iPhone was on. We moved our bodies into a sort-of spooning position, my head resting on his outstretched arm, and his other arm tracing circles on my thighs. We laid there for awhile. Climax started playing on the dock. He continued tracing shapes onto my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, basking in the glow of being Zayn Malik’s girlfriend. When Zayn and I had first started talking, after I had met him in Bradford at a Christmas party, everyone told me he was always good to his girls, that he always treated them well. They definitely underestimated that. Zayn treated me unbelievably well, every moment I spent with him was absolute bliss. Every single time I’m upset, he does whatever he can to make me happy. Every time we fight, which is almost never, he always apologizes, even if it’s not his fault. He is so perfect. “Zayn?” I asked, in the middle of our silence. “Yes, love?” He mumbled back, still absentmindedly moving his fingers all over my thighs. “I’m hungry,” I said, my voice low and trying to be seductive. “What for, babe?” I could sense him raising one eyebrow, his fingers slowing down their movement. “You.” I smirked as I said it, knowing I had already set him off. He didn’t say anything, completely stopping his fingers, moving them away from my thighs. I turned toward him, and took a look at his perfect face. His perfectly sculpted cheekbones and jaw, his adorable nose, those dreamy eyes. And those lips, the ones I hungered for at that very moment. He didn’t hesitate to pull me as close as possible, crushing his lips to mine. He kissed me passionately, our lips fit together perfectly. Right away he licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I let him in. Our tongues fought for dominance, and as always, he won. We broke the kiss only for a second, so I could pull my shirt over my head, and he could unbutton his and throw it aside. We continued the tongue battle, and again he won. “I wish,” I said between hot kisses. “that you would let me win just once.” He smiled into the kiss. “That wouldn’t be any fun for me, now would it?” We were both breathing heavily, hungrily kissing each other. I started to unbutton my jeans and push them down quickly, but he put his hand over mine to stop me. “Don’t rush. We’ve got time, baby.” He laid me down on the bed, and slowly rested himself down on me, connecting his lips to my neck. He kissed, sucked, and bit my sensitive areas all over, which was sure to leave marks. Not that I minded getting marked up by Zayn Malik. I moaned as he sucked on the sensitive skin of the little crooks in my neck. I felt a rush of wetness between my legs, and threw my head back in pleasure. He slipped a hand down between our hot bodies, and straight into my panties. He felt how wet I was as he kissed my neck, and I could feel him smile into my neck as he rubbed my clit. I shuddered with pleasure, and then he removed his hands from my underwear without warning. “I fucking hate you,” I growled, arching my back as he kissed my neck. “Mmm,” He mumbled. “I’m sure you do.” He started to kiss downwards, moving to my breasts. He traced his fingertips lightly around the fabric of my bra cups, planting small kisses on any skin that wasn’t covered by my bra. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling his hair as he kissed my soft skin. He reached around with one hand and unclasped the bra, slowly taking it off and throwing it somewhere. My breasts felt the cold air, and I instantly got goosebumps all over my body. Zayn chuckled at the sight of my goosebumps, kissing the newly exposed skin, warming it with his heavenly lips. He moved over to my nipple, kissing the very tip. He took it in his mouth, sucking and biting it, causing a moan to slip out of me. I felt his erection almost throb against my leg, I was definitely turning him on. Next, he explored the other nipple, giving it the treatment he’d given the other one. I felt myself getting more and more wet with every bite, every lick, every kiss. He started to plant small, light kisses down my body. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach, over each hipbone, and on the lace of my underwear. He slowly tugged off my jeans, my clit throbbing with want for him to touch it. Zayn kissed my lacy underwear all over, teasing me. I let out a moan, hoping he’d get the point that I wanted him to hurry this up. He chuckled, obviously understanding my sign, but continued to kiss all over, down my thighs and all around my underwear. I tried to push my underwear down, so he’d understand that I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted him to do something, but he just pushed it back into place, continuing planting his light little kisses that were almost enough to cause my orgasm. Almost. “Zaaaayn,” I whined. He smiled up at me, locking eyes with me as he said, “I’m sorry love, I got a little sidetracked. I could kiss your perfect skin forever.” I didn’t say anything. He looked away, giving my inner thigh one last kiss, and then hooked his finger into the waistband of my panties. He slowly pulled them down, and as sexy as he made it look, it was excruciatingly painful. I just wanted him between my legs already, but he, being the perfect boyfriend he is, likes to take it slow and let the both of us enjoy every second of it. In other words, he likes to torture me, and it’s not as kinky as it sounds. He finally threw my underwear across the room, and went back to work on my thighs, kissing every inch of skin on them, slowly moving up to my heated centre. When he finally arrived at my core, it was dripping with anticipation. He lightly flicked his tongue out to meet my throbbing clit, and I almost screamed in pleasure. He flicked out his tongue a few more times, driving me crazy. Then, he took my clitoris between his front teeth, stretching it out a bit before letting it go back to its original position. I moaned loud as hell, my back arching and my mind reeling. Zayn Malik knew ways to drive me crazy with his tongue that no guy I had ever been with knew, and I’ve been with my fair share of guys. I honestly can’t describe how good that man is with his tongue. I was almost there, I was about to reach my climax. Just a little bit more… “Fuck Zayn, I’m coming,” I said as calmly as possible, breathing heavily and arching my back with pleasure. I couldn’t stay still, I couldn’t stop moving. My heart was racing, my breath heavy as hell, and I couldn’t think straight for the life of me. I came, hard. He continued to work his tongue magic as I rode out my orgasm, going absolutely fucking insane. Once I came down from my high, he came up to my lips, deeply kissing me before collapsing on the bed next to me, pulling me close so I was snuggled against his chest, and pulling the blanket over the both of us. My breathing steadied, my mind relaxed, my heart began beating at a normal pace again, but I still felt like heaven. Zayn Malik clearly has that affect on the ladies. I realized, though, that he’d pulled the blanket over the both of us. But he still had his pants on. And his erection was clearly sticking up under the blanket. “Zayn?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Yes?” He said. “Why aren’t your pants off?” “Because we’re going to sleep now, babe.” “But I didn’t do anything to you,” I argued. “You don’t need to, love.” He kissed my forehead. “But Zayn, that’s not fair for you.” As he was about to say something, Sex Room started to play on the dock. His iPhone had gone through an entire playlist while he had pleasured me, and now was starting back at the beginning. Zayn smiled. “This is my Sex Room, remember? What I say goes, and I say that my girl is the only one who needs pleasuring tonight.” “Well, I disagree with that,” I replied seductively. I sat up out of his arms, and moved so I was on top of him. I went under the blanket, snaking downward, planting small kisses on his bare chest as he’d just done to mine. I finally found his erection, covered by layers of clothing. I unzipped his pants, and pushed them downward quickly, not caring if they got off his body, just caring that they were out of my way. I palmed his length through his boxers, getting a low moan from him. I shoved those down, too, seeing his huge member spring upward. I did my best not to touch it, although it was difficult. I snaked back up from under the blankets to cover Zayn’s lips with my own. This time it was me who licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. And of course, he gave it to me. I let my tongue explore his mouth, and his explored mine. Zayn kissed my neck roughly, and between kisses he whispered, “You’ve got my pants off now, what are you gonna do about it?” That set me off. I felt like I had to prove myself now. I reached down between our naked bodies and grabbed his rock hard length, giving it a little squeeze. He groaned against my neck and I positioned his member at my entrance. I slid down onto his cock slowly, until it was all the way in me. I gyrated my hips against his, and our lips came together in ecstasy. He quickly flipped us over, so he was on top. He thrust into me gently, making me throw my head back in pleasure. We made love for what seemed like forever, but it had to end eventually. I knew I was about to finish, and I sensed that Zayn was too. His breathing was heavy, and his thrusts were starting to get lazy. I hit my second orgasm of the evening, and he had his right after. We came undone together, panting and writhing in pleasure. He released himself inside me, then collapsed beside me, his breathing still unsteady. I pulled the blanket over the both of us, and snuggled right up close to him, breathing in his scent, which was the usual scent, mixed with a little bit of sweat. So fucking sexy. He held me close to him, kissed my forehead, and then we both closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep, the music on his iPhone still softly playing. addictingly  
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