Book name: Protection
Summary: It was supposed to be a casual date between Harry and his rather feminine soon to be boyfriend Zayn, but things get a little out of hand...
(Bottom Zayn)
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(Harry's p.o.v.)
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"Orange." I commented, looking into his eyes.
Zayn smirked, stepping out of his jeans and closer to me.
"Your favourite, right?" He whispered, an innocent look on his face as he looked up at me again.
I bit my lip, nodding a little.
Just before I moved to grab him and throw him down on the bed, he turned and left the room.
I got myself together, and followed him.
As I put the movie in, Zayn relocated Isaac to the armchair, putting his shirt down for him as well.
Isaac happily curled up on Zayn's shirt, burying his face beneath his paws.
"D'you want any snacks?" I asked.
"Maybe later, I'm okay for now." Zayn nodded.
"Okay." I smiled, sitting next to him.
"Is this orange okay?" I asked, showing him the bottle of nail polish I bought.
"Matches." He smiled, lifting my- or his shirt so I could see the colour of his boxers.
"Good." I smiled, looking into his eyes after he pulled the shirt back down.
"Feet." I said, sitting back and patting my lap.
Zayn moved closer to me, bending his legs the slightest bit and putting his feet in my lap.
"Shake it first." Zayn said as I started to unscrew the lid.
"Oh, right." I said, closing it and shaking the bottle.
I glanced at his legs, becoming distracted by how smooth they looked.
I placed the bottle in my lap, sliding my hand up his leg until I reached where the shirt began.
Zayn blushed as I slowly rubbed his thigh, eventually lifting his gaze to meet mine.
"Your skin is so soft." I said quietly.
"Focus, Harry." He chuckled, nodding toward the nail polish.
"I am." I smirked, sliding my fingers to his inner thigh.
"I've been looking forward to this all day, c'mon." Zayn smiled, smacking my hand away.
"Excuse me." I scoffed, tapping his hand.
Zayn reached over and flicked my nose, and it hurt more than I expected.
I stared at him for a moment before I moved across the couch and pinned him down, chuckling at how shocked he looked.
"Don't flick me." I whispered, looking down at him.
He looked over my face, smiling little before he leant up and playfully nibbled on my nose.
"What're you doing?" I laughed, pulling back a little.
He rested his head back down against the couch, shrugging.
"Tasting you." He said softly with a smirk, his eyes sparkling.
"Can I taste you?" I asked.
He blushed a little. "Yeah." He whispered, biting his lip.
I leant down and gave him a full kiss, licking into his mouth during the next kiss.
He moaned quietly, reaching up and grabbing my curls.
"Mmm, you taste good, princess." I whispered after our lips parted, licking up his neck.
Zayn shuddered, pulling me closer.
"All this talk about tasting has made me want something to eat." He said as I worked on a love bite just below his ear.
I sat back and looked at him, getting a perfect idea.
"How d'you feel about vanilla?" I asked.
"I like the way it smells. I used to have vanilla scented lotion, and I loved it." Zayn said.
"D'you like the taste?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I have vanilla ice cream." I smiled.
"Sounds perfect." Zayn smiled back at me.
"What if...I put it on your naked body? Then licked it all off?" I asked softly, leaning back down giving him a slow kiss.
"Let's do it." He whispered after my lips left his.
I instantly got up and went into the kitchen, getting the ice cream and a spoon.
Zayn and I went into my bedroom, and I sat the ice cream aside, gladly beginning to undress him.
I kissed him firmly, gripping his boxers and pushing them down.
He stepped out of them, and all that was left was the shirt he wore.
I slowly lifted it off over his head, looking over his naked body.
"You're so perfect." I whispered, pressing my lips back to his.
"You too." He mumbled, pushing my pajama pants down.
When we were both out of our clothes, Zayn got on my bed, laying down on his back with his arms by his sides.
Figuring it would help set the mood, I turned the lights off and lit a few candles.
I got the ice cream, using the spoon to scoop a bit out, and place it on his stomach.
Zayn gasped, and I grinned at the goosebumps I saw on his skin.
"Here." I said, dipping two fingers into the ice cream carton before I brought them to his lips.
Zayn opened his mouth, bringing my fingers in and sucking the ice cream off.
I bit my lip, slowly pulling my fingers out and watching him lick his lips.
"S'good." He smiled.
I swallowed, ignoring my dirty thoughts and getting the ice cream again.
I spread what I already put on his stomach, putting some on his chest, and thighs as well.
"Feels really weird." Zayn chuckled quietly.
"D'you want some more before I start?" I smiled, offering him a spoonful.
"I'm ready for you." He said, looking into my eyes.
"Alright." I said quietly, putting the ice cream aside.
I moved over top of him, kissing him firmly before I started to move down his body.
Zayn grabbed fistfuls of my hair as I licked his chest, moaning as I flicked my tounge over his nipple.
I gently sucked on his smooth, warm skin for a moment, licking down to his stomach next.
When I'd licked his stomach clean, I moved to his thighs, taking my time there.
I left a faint love bite on each thigh, licking my lips before I placed them around his cock.
"Harry," He gasped, groaning as I started bobbing my head.
Zayn whimpered, tugging on my hair and lifting his hips slightly.
I circled my tounge around his cock, knowing I was driving him wild.
When his breathing became heavy, and I knew he was getting close, I sat back, teasingly kissing his tip.
"What're you doing?" He whispered, looking at me.
In the candle light, I could see that he was blushing deeply, and his eyes were clouded with lust.
"Just relax." I smiled as I got the lube.
"I'm aching for you." I heard him say quietly, making my insides twist with heat.
"Please," He breathed.
"I want you so bad."
I bit my lip as I slicked up my fingers, pushing his legs apart.
"I'll take care of you, princess." I said softly as I loosened him up.
He moaned, clenching around my fingers and lifting his hips again.
"C'mon." Zayn huffed, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
I swallowed, pulling my fingers out of him and getting a condom.
I certainly wasn't a virgin, but I was feeling a little nervous.
I cared about Zayn a lot, and I didn't want to mess anything up. I wanted this to be perfect for him.
Zayn suddenly took the condom from me, ripping the packaging open with his teeth before he pushed it back into my hand.
"Don't hold back, okay?" He asked as I put it on.
"A-Are you sure?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to hurt him.
"Positive." He said.
I bit my lower lip, easing into him at first.
Zayn moaned, reaching up and grabbing my hair again.
"You're so big." He whispered breathily.
I pushed all the way into him, a louder moan breaking through his lips.
I groaned, moving my hips and greatly appreciating how tight he was.
His smooth thighs brushed against my sides as I started thrusting into him, chasing that good feeling.
"Fuck, right there." He moaned loudly when I hit his prostate.
I then sped up, getting rougher with him.
I pounded into him, groaning deeply at the heat that began to spread through me.
Zayn sank his nails into my skin, dragging them down my back and pulling our bodies even closer together.
"H-Harry," He whimpered, clawing down my back again and biting my shoulder.
"I'm close." I huffed, able to feel the skin on my back stinging.
I loved it.
All of it.
"Me too." Zayn breathed, burying his face in my neck.
With a few more rough thrusts, I came, weakening instantly.
After the waves of intense heat passed through me, I began to feel almost numb with pleasure.
Zayn's breathing hitched, and he moaned into my neck as he came on both of us.
I pulled out and sank down on top of him, leaving sloppy kisses along his neck.
"That was amazing." Zayn panted.
I smirked, kissing his neck one last time before I rolled off of him, laying beside him so I could catch my breath.
I pushed my tangled hair away from my face, staring at the ceiling.
"Still up for watching a movie?" I asked breathlessly.
"I'd like to shower first." He said softly, looking at me.
I smiled slightly. "I'll join you."
Zayn agreed to let me wash his hair for him once we were in the shower, and I enjoyed it.
"Don't ever cut your hair." I said to him as I rinsed it.
"What, you want me to let it get as long as yours?" He smirked.
"I do, actually." I said, kissing his jaw.
He moved out from beneath the water, pressing his lips against mine.
After our lips parted, I watched Zayn's eyes drift downward.
"M'sorry." He said.
"Why?" I frowned.
"I left bite marks." He said, touching my shoulder.
"It's alright." I smiled.
"No it isn't, Harry." Zayn said, staring at them.
"They're already fading, don't worry about it. I think it's hot." I smirked.
"Can I see your back?" Zayn asked.
I turned around, listening to him gasp.
"It doesn't hurt, I promise." I chuckled, turning back around to look at him.
"But, Harry-"
"Listen, I wouldn't care if you left love bites and scratches all over my body. I really like you, I don't mind. I think it's sexy." I told him.
"You're sure?" He asked, looking up at me.
I nodded, resting my hands on his hips and kissing his forehead.
"I still feel like I should apologize." He said softly, kissing my lips.
He left warm kisses down my neck, moving closer and resting his hand on my chest.
"Apologize and....make you feel good." Zayn whispered, kissing my collarbone.
I licked my lips, my hair falling in my face as I looked down at him, watching him lower himself to his knees.
"Zayn...." I trailed off, stopping when he fluttered those lashes, looking up at me.
"I want to." He said, taking my cock into his hand.
Zayn leant forward, flicking his tounge over my tip before he started pumping his hand.
I hummed with pleasure, parting my lips to exhale.
When he wrapped his sinfully pretty lips around my cock, I had to rest my hand against the shower wall to stay standing.
"Fuck." I huffed as he swirled his tounge around my cock, taking more into his mouth.
I reached down and took and fistful of his hair, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
I moaned as he started bobbing his head, making my legs feel like they were made of jelly.
Zayn continued, and I bit my lip, feeling myself getting close already.
I'd never gotten head like this before.
"So good, princess." I breathed, gripping his hair even tighter.
I hummed, moaning loudly as I came in his mouth.
Zayn swallowed, finishing me off before he sat back, looking up at me and seductively licking over his upper lip.
I felt myself blush, watching him stand up.
He smiled at me, and I chuckled. "That, um, was really nice."
"Good." He smiled, reaching up and playing with my hair as he gazed at me.
"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." I said, gripping his hips and slowly pulling our bodies together.
"Yeah?" He asked softly, resting his hands on my chest.
"D'you want to....make things official?" I asked him.
"I really must've been good." He smiled.
"No, I've wanted to ask you to be mine since I met you, actually." I said, smirking as he blushed and his smile faded.
"Really?" Zayn asked.
"Absolutely, babe." I said, gently moving his hair away from his face.
"Okay." He smiled, looking into my eyes.
"Good. Let's get washed up, then I'll paint your toenails like I said I would." I smiled.
Zayn chuckled. "Alright."