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Pure Seduction

Zayn Malik

You didn’t mean to be so damn nervous, but you couldn’t help it.
Tonight was the mark of three wonderful, but sexless, months with him. The two of you had met each other when you were both not sure what you wanted; you had just returned home from over a year abroad studying and trying to get back on your feet, and Zayn was still recovering from a very rough and very public breakup with Perrie. When you met him, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, with his jet black hair, flawless honeyed skin, and easy smile, you were convinced he was a figment of your imagination.

But he had introduced himself to you, proving himself to be a very real and interesting person, and before you knew it it was the end of your fourth date with him and he was leaning over the center console of his car to kiss you. Breathlessly, you stopped him, and though his eyes were dilated and he was staring at your lips while biting at his own, he agreed with you when you said you thought that you should wait. Neither of you wanted to rush into anything and mess things up.
And wait you did, even as time went on and the two of you got closer, even as the sexual tension grew stronger day by day. Zayn never pushed or pressured you, and in fact was the one that often pulled your hands from him, kissed them with a breathless laugh and said goodnight.
But that was going to end tonight, if everything went your way. Or rather, if you could stop spazzing out long enough to do it.


"You okay, babe?" Zayn’s eyes flicker worriedly towards you for probably the fourth time as he slowed the car to a stop in front of your building. He lets it idle while he watches you with concerned eyes.
“I swear, I’m fine, Zayn.” You try your best to give him a reassuring smile, and he gives you one of his own, sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. “So, um, did you…did you want to come up?” You immediately sense Zayn’s uncertainty and hesitation; he blinks slowly at you, sucking in his lips, and you can assume he’s trying to figure out your meaning. You’d been careful not to give him any indication that you were planning this, so it makes sense for him to look as taken off guard as he does.
“You sure you want me to? You don’t have to.” Oh Zayn, always so sweet and unexpecting. You lean in and give him a sweet kiss, already feeling some of your nerves melt away when his warm, lightly calloused palm cups your cheek.
“I’m sure.”
A short while later, leaning comfortably up against Zayn’s side on your couch with a bit of wine in your system, his fingers in your hair and his low voice in your ear, it’s much easier for you to turn in his arms and press your lips to his without your earlier shyness.
As relaxed as he is, he kisses you back eagerly, accepting your wine flavored lips with a sigh and holding you tighter to him. When you pull away, Zayn’s eyes are already open and watching you with something warm and unexplainable in them, and without thinking you turn to face him fully, crawling over his body until you’re straddling him where he leans against the armrest. His hands immediately come to your waist, skimming the curve where your hips flare with his palms, and when his fingers find just the smallest bit of skin from your shirt riding up, the touch burns after so many months without intimacy, so many months of wanting him. You moan wantonly into his mouth and press yourself forward, your chest meeting his, both of your hips aligning, trying to make him understand how much you’re yearning for him.

He seems to understand; he responds in kind to the fervor of your kisses, holds you to him with sure and greedy hands that splay over your back and knead your hips. He seems to be just as hungry for you as you are for him. You pull away from him enough to hold yourself over him and gaze down into his dark, molten eyes, and you let your fingers graze over his coarse and ink-black stubble. As your thumb grows close to his mouth, he turns his head just slightly towards your touch and without breaking eye contact his lips, damp and fattened from kissing you, connect with your thumb and slide down towards your wrist. You bite your lip hard against a whimper when his pink tongue comes out to join the mix, caressing the pad of your thumb and turning you on so spectacularly that you can’t help the way your hips roll down into his.

"Zayn," you hardly recognize your own voice, you sound wrecked and desperate and nothing’s even happened yet. He licks his lips, eyes flickering down to your mouth and then further to the obvious cleavage your position over him allows him, and then back up at your eyes. "Please." His face tells you he’s unsure, questioning what the correct move should be, but his hands tell a different story. They trail from their place on your lower back down over the curve of your ass, where they pause to give you a brief squeeze. Your eyes slide shut, mouth parting on a soft moan, and he seems to enjoy your reaction so much that he does it again, and then takes it a step further, his hands shifting lower and cupping the backs of your thighs. He pulls them apart until your legs are spread wide and you’re straddling him, and the action brings your core into direct contact with the rising bulge in his pants through the layers of clothing. Your eyes pop open in surprise, seeing him watch you with eyes darker and more enraptured than you’ve ever seen them, and you whisper again your broken plea.
"Please…" Zayn lifts his head to press a hot, lingering kiss to your lips, reaching under your top and warming the skin of your back with his slender artist’s hands.
"You’re sure ya won’t regret anythin’? "
"I’m sure. I want this. I want you." You swallow heavily. "If….if you want this too." Quite suddenly, you’re sitting upright; you gasp in surprise when his arms lock around you and he pulls himself up, his mouth connects with yours again and as you become happily lost in the feel of his tongue on yours he shifts until he’s on the edge of the couch with you tightly straddling his lap.
"Don’t know how ya could think I don’t want ya," he breathes into your kiss. "Don’t ya feel this?" He pulls your hips towards him and the hardened line of his erection is unmistakable.
"Fuck me, Zayn." He looks into your face, mouth pulled into that little smirk that’s so devastatingly sexy.
"Gladly..."
Still wrapped around him, you find yourself carried to your bedroom. You never stop kissing him for long, only to pull off your shirt halfway down the hallway and then to guide him to the correct door that led to your room. Your back presses into your soft mattress when he lays you on it. Zayn stands at the edge of the bed, and dazed by arousal and the sudden lack of his touch, his heat, you watch glassy eyed while he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off. Your breath rushes out of you at the sight of his lean and heavily inked torso, thin but sculpted, his skin the color of sunlit amber in the dim light from your lamp. That smirk makes another appearance as he watches you watch him, and the small show of cockiness only makes you throb harder between your legs. He undoes his belt buckle, then the fly of his pants, and lets his loose jeans slide down his legs before he kicks them away. Now dressed only in tight boxer briefs, his cock cuts a strong figure through the fabric, and you almost moan at the thought of it inside you finally.
You’re jolted out of your immobility when he lifts a leg onto the bed, his knee sinking into the mattress beside your legs, and your fingers scramble to undo your own pants and catch up to him. Zayn helps you pull them down and off, and then his hands quickly replace the coarse texture of your jeans. You do moan then, when he drags his roughened palms from ankle to hip and then back down, squirming on the bed as he touches you so closely to where you’re desperate for him. Zayn’s hands settle on the inside of your knees and push gently until they part for him, and then he’s crawling over you to lie between them, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your belly and the valley of your breasts above your bra. Your chest heaves as he kisses you everywhere, lips wet and so hot on your mouth, your neck and collarbone, the swell of your breasts, just above your bellybutton. You figure out where his mission is leading him, and quietly and without meaning to you utter an enthusiastic ‘yes, yes, yes’, a mantra dedicated to every time you thought of his head between your legs late at night. Zayn chuckles against you, breath falling right over your mound through your panties, and then his heated and calculating eyes watch yours while he drags your panties away.
The first touch of his mouth is all electricity, lightning firing right from your clit to every nerve ending in your body. As he holds your trembling thighs apart he explores you with licks and flicks and teases of his tongue, he takes his time to figure you out and to savor you.
Your fingers find his hair and hold tight, back arching, releasing sounds you’d be embarrassed of at any other time, and all the while he attends to you as if you’re one of his art pieces; patient, searching, letting his experience and intuition guide him without being so prideful as to act like he knew everything. He allows your hips to buck against his mouth, sucks on your clit like it’s a rare delicacy, groans at your taste as he laps at your entrance and gathers your wetness on his tongue. Your mumbled warnings that you’re close only seem to spur him on, he first circles you with two fingers, and then slides them into you slowly. You keen at the slight stretch, at the way his fingers stroke you from the inside at the same time his tongue continues its work on your clit, and with an incoherent shout you cum powerfully, body wracking with shivering convulsions.
Zayn makes a bit of a show wiping his chin clean of you with the back of his hand, and you blink the stars out of your eyes to pounce on him. You taste yourself on his lips as you kiss him, and sucking hard on his bottom lip you press him to his back.
His fingers press into your flesh, grope at you like he’s trying to memorize you through touch, and he pulls back enough that he can peel your bra from you after he’s unbuckled it. You want him in your mouth, to taste the salt of the precum you can feel on his boxers against your thigh, but you’re momentarily waylaid by the way Zayn acts like your breasts are the first breasts he’s ever seen. He kneads and massages them, licks and sucks and presses them to his face. You gasp and stare at him in shock when he stings you with a little bite on the underside of one breast, and he only gives you a playful and certain smirk.
Even though you’re shivering with pleasure, you pull his hands from you and press them down against the mattress on either side of him as you make your descent towards the prize. Much like he did to you, you kiss and nuzzle at every patch of smooth skin you can, and although Zayn is proving to be a quiet lover, you’re encouraged by the impatient twitches of his limbs, the way his breath catches and his hips try to reach you. Faced at last with his covered cock, you lick a hot stripe over the line of it through the fabric. He lets out a choked off groan, it’s the loudest he’s been so far so you do it again, seeing out of the corner of your eye the way his hands fist in the sheets. A look at his face shows his restraint, his frustration, and you decide to spare him more torture. He lifts his hips to help you pull his underwear down, and then his cock is bare and stiff and leaking in front of you. A nice length on the far end of average, slender like the rest of him, and feeling as if both of you have waited long enough, you wrap your lips over your teeth before you slide your mouth down over him. He breathes harshly above you, his hands gathering your hair and holding it at the back of your head so he can watch himself slide in and out of your wet mouth.
You pump and twist your hand around what you can’t fit into your mouth, laving your tongue around the sensitive head of him, and you’ve just caught a good bobbing rhythm when his hands are tugging on you and pulling you off of him and up.
"Wanna be inside ya," he tells you when you give him a questioning look, and his eyes make you feel hot and hypersexual. The look on his face is downright hungry, you’re unable to deny him or yourself any longer. Zayn helps you to straddle him once more, then slips a hand between you to grab hold of himself, already slicked with your spit, and hold it in position for you. You grip his waist to steady yourself and raise your hips, shifting them back and forth so that the blunt head of his cock drags over your sex from your entrance to your sensitive clit and back down. Zayn grits his teeth and hisses quietly through them, and when you finally begin to seat yourself down onto him, his head tilts back until you can see the veins and tendons in his neck straining.
Your nails dig into his sides, you moan his name loudly as he stretches and fills you, and when you’re fully united with him both of you stay still for a moment and relish it. His length fits inside you tightly, like he was meant to, and you can’t resist leaning over for another of his toe curling kisses.
His teeth dig into your bottom lip at the same time his fingers grip your hips and encourage you to move on him, and move you do. Both of you gasp and sigh into each others mouths and you begin to ride him, your hips rolling and grinding until his hands guide you to move up and down. The friction has you moaning his name, your eyes rolling back into your head, your thighs clenching on either side of him, and his hips rise to meet yours every time you sink down on him again. You fist the pillows in your hands on either side of his head, tipping your head back when he raises up to kiss and suck at your breasts that hang over his face temptingly, his stubble rubbing your skin red as his knees raising to thrust up into you harder.

“‘M close,” he groans against your skin, right against the side of your left breast, and you ride him faster, slide down onto him harder, wanting to feel him explode inside you. You’re not far from another climax yourself, and the way your walls tighten around him must give him a clue.
Quickly, Zayn flips the two of you over with a grunt and you find yourself looking up at him once more. He’s quick to resume the pace you’d had before, and he takes the opportunity to raise your leg up over his shoulder.
The change in angle and depth makes you cry out, your nails digging helplessly into the skin of his shoulders as he thrusts fast and deep into you. one of his hands finds your clit, he pushes right up against the sweetest spot inside you, and you’re done for. Your climax is almost simultaneous to Zayn’s, you moan and gasp and shudder at the same time that his thrusts grow uneven and desperate. His cock stiffens further inside you just before you feel the hot, wet rush of his cum coating you on the inside, and as he falls limp to the mattress beside your equally spent body, you can feel leak slowly out of you.
The next several minutes are full of soft kisses and your fingers intimately tangled with his. You play with his hair as he kisses your hand, and when he gazes at you, it’s with something in his eyes that makes your heart race.
"C’mere." His arms open wide and you happily scoot into them, shutting your eyes when he kisses your forehead.
After a moment he says, "I hope we can do more of that in the future." You can’t help giggling a little, right before you fight back a yawn.
"We’ll definitely be doing more of that, but sleep first."

Notes

SYN ROZE
**Sorry for the M.I.A. lol but hopefully this pretty long helps!

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HOW THE HELL DO YOU VOTE

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT FOR WEEKS NOW! I CAN SUBSCRIBE, RATE AND COMMENT BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRICKIN VOTE!!!!! ARGH!

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL!

Great Sequal!!! XD

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10/11/17

Plz do a foursome with all the guys

Please write some more soon. Your a great writer

@Anon
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