'Long As You Know Who You Belong To
Another night, another club.
The ride there had been very handsy, with Zayn unable tokeep his hands off you. You’d liked when he felt a little freer, a little less quiet and he would forget about all the other people, about the disapproving stares of the tube’s passengers. He took your face in his hands when you were speaking in undertones to one another, laughing at something he’d said he wanted to do to you later when you felt his lips against yours, hot and heavy smack in the middle of a crowded train car.
But that was Zayn. Sometimes quiet, his smoldering stare the only thing that would give away his thoughts, if any at all. And other times, not so much.
Even walking the short few blocks to the club, his arm was thrown protectively over your shoulder, his lips near your ear as you kept yourself as close as possible. His arm and his leather jacket he’d given to you when he noticed you shivering kept you warm as you went and you found yourself desperate for a deeper warmth, unable to help yourself when you paused in the middle of the sidewalk to plant a hot, deep kiss to his lips, your tongue sliding against his.
“Take it inside!” someone exclaims as they pass you by and you giggle against Zayn’s lips, opening your eyes just in time to see him flip his middle finger up at the stranger.
“C’mon,” you urge him, pulling him behind you and eventually settling into the line of club goers waiting to get inside.
Your tendencies to publicly display your affection die down a little as you wait in line, staying wrapped in each other’s arms for warmth. He lights a smoke, blowing away from you and you admire him as he does, tantalized by the way his lips wrap around the cigarette and the way his eyelids seem to get heavy as the smoke relaxes him a little. You make it inside after about half an hour in the cold and you immediately lead Zayn to the crowded dance floor, smiling bigger when he shakes his head at you, his eyes narrowed in a playfully mean expression.
“C’mon, come dance with me,” you plead, tugging his hand gently.
“Let’s at least get drinks first,” he offers, raising one eyebrow at you.
“Fine,” you mumble, rolling your eyes, but smiling when he pulls you back into his arms, his hand on your waist as he leads you to the bar.
He nods and taps his hand on the bar’s surface twice to get the bartender’s attention, smiling sweetly.
“Two beers, bud light lime!” he calls out and leans beside you, bumping his hip into yours.
The guy behind the counter passes you the uncapped drinks and Zayn pulls out some cash, dropping it onto the counter. He lifts his bottle into the air and taps it against yours, watching you take a sip as you watch him do the same. You don’t break eye contact when you poke your tongue out to swipe a bit of spilled alcohol off the rim of the bottle, giggling when he pulls you forcefully against him, shaking his head at you.
“Tease,” he says into your neck and you laugh, placing your hand flat against his chest and rubbing upwards, pressing your fingers into the back of his neck and guiding him to lower his face a bit.
“Only for you,” you whisper against his lips.
He bites his and you simply smile, knowing very well the effect you have on him. But he knows just as well what he does to you, what his hand on your bottom does to you and how his breath near your neck makes you feel.
“Let’s go,” you say before he can distract you too much, directing him to the dance floor again. You catch him rolling his eyes and you glare at him.
“You said after we got drinks.”
“That was just to put it off,” he replies nonchalantly.
“Fine,” you say, shrugging off his jacket and passing it to him, taking a swig from your bottle. “I’ll go dance.”
He narrows his eyes at you and you mirror his bitter expression as you take a few steps backward away from him, turning away as you get closer to the mass of moving bodies. You look over your shoulder at him as you disappear into the crowd, the flashing lights and packed bodies making it hard to see. You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around, your gaze working up to meet the eyes of a young man. You raise your eyebrows at him and he leans down, his body coming a bit closer to yours.
“Hi,” he says, his voice near your ear so he can be heard over the music.
You nod in response, saying hi, but not loud enough. He watches your mouth form the word and he asks you to dance when you don’t immediately walk away and you shrug apologetically at him.
“I’m here with someone,” you say, leaning up so he can hear you this time.
His hand catches your hip, if only just to keep you steady.
“I don’t see anyone,” he observes, tilting his head and smiling playfully.
He swings his hips a bit, pulling you with him and you laugh at his lack of rhythm, endeared by his boyish flirting. He moves a little closer and you let your hips swing along, moving to the catchy beat. His fingers press into your hip and he tries to pull you closer, but you stop him, waving your free hand in the air.
“I told you, I’m with someone.”
“Yeah, but you’re already dancing.”
You open your mouth to speak, but he starts again.
“And I still don’t see this someone.”
You startle a bit when you feel someone press up behind you, your eyes widening when you see the familiar sleeve of tattoos wrap around your waist, pulling you away from the guy.
“You put your hands on her.”
“Listen, bro, we’re cool okay?”
“Not until you fuck off,” Zayn growls and you turn around, pressing your free hand to his chest and pushing him gently back, away from the guy and from the floor.
You wait for him to look down at you, but his gaze doesn’t leave the man till he’s out of sight. Only then do his eyes burn into yours, his arm tightening around you.
“We’re leaving,” he states quietly, his voice firm, his lips in a straight line, slightly pursed.
“Would you relax?” you ask through gritted teeth, trying to stop him from pulling you so hard.
He doesn’t say a word, just pulls you behind him out of the club, away from the noise and the smell of alcohol.
“Zayn, we just got here!”
“Let’s just go,” he commands, glaring at you with such intensity in his eyes, it shuts you up immediately.
You step up to the curb and Zayn shoves his jacket at you, knowing you’re probably already cold in that little outfit, but he doesn’t look over at you. Instead, he focuses on hailing a passing cab, climbing in behind you after one has finally stopped. He gives the driver his address and spends the ride in silence, glancing over at you as you sit opposite him. The only acknowledgement you get is the gentle skim of his fingers on your thigh, but the touch is more for him than it is for you. He’s reminding himself that you’re there with him, that you’re going home with him, and that you are his and only his.
“Have a good night,” the driver calls from his seat and Zayn nods at him, putting his and up in thanks.
He gestures for you to step in front of him so you do, walking ahead of him into his flat after he’s opened the door.
“Danced,” you repeat, shaking your head at him. “It’s not like I did anything with the guy.”
“He touched you. I didn’t like it.”
You soften a little at the words and watch him kick off his shoes, doing the same and then following him into the bedroom.
“I hate seeing anyone else touch you like that,” he says, tossing his jacket that you’d just taken off and given back to him into the closet. “You’re nobody else’s to be touched by.”
He circles you, like predator and prey, his fingers grazing your lower back.
He stops in front of you, taking your chin in between his thumb and forefinger and guiding you to meet his eyes.
You swallow your nerves, squeezing your thighs together as you feel the warmth pooling in your belly. His gaze sets your veins on fire, and he notices how your cheeks have become flushed, how your lip stays tucked behind your teeth and your thighs tense as you keep them squeezed tightly together.
He rests his hand on your neck, his thumb swiping gently at your jawline. He takes a step closer and you can just barely feel his body against yours. His lips brush against yours and you breathe in the faint taste of him, of cigarettes and fruity beer and you long for more. He gives in to your desires and kisses you, hard and warm, his free hand on your lower back. Your arms wrap around his neck and he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together and your lips warm, open, tasting one another.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he pushes you back onto the bed, forcing you to lie back as he kneels above you.
You let him peel off your dress, everything disappearing from view for a moment as he lifts it over your head, tossing it onto the floor. He gazes at you, leaning down to nip softly at your breasts that are almost spilling out of your bra, working his way up to kiss your lips again. His mouth moves languidly against yours, pausing for a moment to suck on your bottom lip before he pays full attention to your mouth, your tongues sliding together and your noses bumping softly with every slight tilt of your heads. You rub your hands down his sides, sliding them under his shirt and moving the fabric upwards. He sits up and you follow, watching as he raises his arms so you can rid him of the shirt. You admire his thin, lean body, leaning forward and kissing just a few of the many tattoos that adorn his skin. He pushes you back onto the bed, kissing your mouth and jaw and neck, unable to get enough of you on his lips.
“Want you,” he mumbles in between kisses as he works his way lower, his lips parting slightly when he reaches just below your breasts. “So bad.”
You arch against him, sighing when you feel his tongue dip out to wet your skin. He looks up at you from underneath those beautifully long eyelashes when the breath leaves your lips and you feel his gaze on you. You look down at him as he kisses you over your underwear, his hand pressed against your thigh as he squeezes gently, rubbing his hand to your bottom where he squeezes a bit rougher. He rubs his and back up your body and cups your breast, squeezing there as well. He kisses his way back to your chest, nipping at your skin as his fingers fumble with your bra clasp. You prop yourself up on your elbows to make it easier and he smirks up at you, licking his lips as he gets the clasp undone. He pulls the straps off your shoulders, admiring your breasts as you lie down again and spread your legs so he can settle in between them. You hook one leg around him and his lips touch your skin again, his tongue flicking over the peak of your right breast, then repeating the slow motion on your left. His lips move back up to your shoulder and he bites gently, flicking his tongue over your skin before coming back to your neck. He nuzzles you with his nose, earning a breathless giggle from you, one that fades when he presses his crotch against yours and kisses your neck.
“You know you’re mine,” he says, more of a statement than a question, the words spreading like fire against your neck.
You barely manage a gentle hum of agreement, your breath catching in your throat when his lips part, his teeth grazing your skin as he marks your neck. You whimper when he grinds his hips into yours again, the bulge in his jeans growing as he emits little sounds of pain and pleasure from your lips. He brushes his lips softly over your skin, painted now with the colors of rough kisses and parted lips. Zayn trails his lips back to yours, his mouth slow and warm as he moves it against your own and your bodies stay pressed tightly together. Your bare chests rise and fall together as your breathing falls In sync, stealing the breaths from each other’s lips in kisses. He pulls away and your lips stay parted, your eyes heavy when you open them to see that he’s climbed off of you, only to go digging through his bedside table drawer. You smile when he turns back to you with a condom package in between his fingers and he lowers himself to you, biting your lip and pulling softly. He comes back up for a moment to unbutton his jeans and you just lie beneath him and watch, your eyes following his happy trail as he pulls his jeans a little lower, his underwear coming smoothly with them as his hardened length springs upward. You bite your lip and you barely catch the little smirk that he tries to hide by turning his head slightly away from you. He rips the little package open with his teeth and rolls on the rubber, finding his way back to your neck and then your lips. He rubs his hand down your body, squeezing softly when his palm moves over your breast, and then continuing to move lower. He traces his index finger over the skin just above your underwear and the feeling sends a pleasurable chill through you. You arch backwards, your head tilted back when you feel him slip his hand under the fabric, his fingers sliding over you, causing your breath to leave your lips in the softest of moans.
“You’re soaked,” he breathes against your neck, the words coming out in a soft, teasing chuckle.
He presses his fingers against you again, rubbing, teasing, his lips moving softly against your neck as he does. His name leaves your lips in a pleading moan and he removes himself from your neck to look at you, a smug smirk on his face.
You just look at him, watch him as he kisses down your body, his eyes not once leaving yours.
“Yes,” you breathe, gritting your teeth when he nips at your skin.
He plants open mouthed kisses to your body, moving lower with each kiss till his lips brush against your underwear. He takes the fabric in between his teeth and pulls, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips when you lift your bottom off the bed, his gaze still focused intently on your own.
“Tell me,” he commands, pausing for a moment before continuing to drag your underwear down.
“Just from me, right, love?”
“Because you’re mine, right?”
You kick the fabric off your ankles, letting it drop to the floor. Zayn kisses back up your body, forcing the words to leave you breathlessly when he settles against you, his length pressed against your thigh.
“I’m yours,” you breathe.
He hums his approval of your words and you hold his face in your hands when his lips come back to yours after peppering your neck and chest with kisses.
‘What are you waiting for?” you ask, pressing a warm, wet kiss to his lips.
He rubs his hands down your body, grabbing at your thighs to guide you to part your legs further and wrap them around him. You feel him adjust himself, holding his length and pushing into you with a low groan. Your teeth dig into your lower lip and you feel your body loosen as he quickly finds a rhythm, his hips rolling against yours. You arch against him, your chest thrust upwards and he dips his head down to kiss and suck your breasts. You tilt your head a bit when you feel his lips moving higher, moaning when he sucks at the already sore spot as he thrusts into you. He finds your mouth and kisses you sloppily as your bodies move together, the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans and the smack of sweaty skin on skin the only sounds in the room. His name leaves your lips when he hits a little harder, moving your leg so he can go deeper. You reach for him and press your hands against the back of his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, further in on his next thrust. He slows down, hitting hard, and you drag your nails down his back as he moves with you.
You hear him murmur the word mine under his breath when he kisses your lips again. His kiss then is warm, messy, trying to be smooth and sexy even though your bodies are bumping together and stopping your lips from reaching one another’s. You laugh against his lips and he just smiles, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw, and finally your neck again. You rub your hands back up to his shoulders and he stops you, guiding you to rest your arms outstretched above your head. He locks his fingers with yours then, his forehead resting on your own as his pace grows a little faster, pounding into you till your name is leaving his lips in higher pitched moans and your body is pressed against his in an arc off the bed. He breathes you in, stealing the breaths from your lips in almost kisses as he continues to work both your bodies. You feel yourself start to tense up, the tingling warmth inside of you building with every thrust he gives into you. Your grip on his hands tightens and his pace quickens, his hips smacking against yours as he pounds into you. You curse under your breath and he bites his lip at the pleasured sound.
“C’mon, baby,” he urges against your lips, his voice low and gravelly as your skin continues to smack together. “Come for me.”
The words fall from his lips to yours and you arch against him again, the words coming from his curled lips sending a chill through you that you feel in between your legs. Your muscles tense again and you can tell your close. You squeeze his hands tighter and call his name out, desperate for your climax. He moves faster, harder, his lip tucked back behind his teeth as he watches you come undone underneath him. It washes over you in a wave of ecstasy, the pleasure overwhelming your body as your legs quiver around him and every muscle in your body tightens. Moans leave your lips as well as his name and you pant underneath him as he slows down, pulling away from you reluctantly.
“Zayn,” you call out breathlessly and he returns to you, his body covering yours.
“Lie down,” you command softly and he raises his eyebrows, but simply does as he’s told after disregarding his condom.
You climb on top of him, kissing his lips and slowly working your way down, fixing yourself so you’re knelt in between his legs. You let your tongue dip out and run through his happy trail and you hear a low hum of pleasure rumble in his chest.
He gasps when he feels your mouth a little lower, licking the base of his cock and dragging your tongue slowly to the tip. “What are you doing?”
You don’t answer, simply looking up at him as you wrap your lips around his tip and take him in. He curses and bites his lip, watching as you add your hand, pumping him slowly. Your fist follows the motions of your mouth and you can quickly feel his thigh quivering under your free hand. You go a little faster and take him in a little deeper, a soft gagging sound coming from your throat that emits a low moan from his lips.
“Fuck,” he breathes, dragging out the word. “I- fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, but you simply pull away for a moment to nod, eyeing him until he gets it. You return your attention to his length and swirl your tongue around the tip before taking him in again. You pump your hand and bob your head until one of his fists is curled into the sheets around him, the other in your hair, holding it away from your face. You hear him curse again and within seconds, feel him writhing as his climax takes over him and the taste of him is filling your mouth. He peels his eyes open to admire you, the remnants of his orgasm dripping down your chin, spattered on your cheek. He sits up and disappears into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in hand. He pats you down and runs his finger along your lip to get the last bit off. You stop him before he can wipe it away and wrap your lips around the tip of his thumb, your gaze focused on his eyes. He licks his lips and drops the damp towel, propping his knee up on the mattress beside you and forcing you to lie back down.
He kisses your neck and moves slowly to your lips, relaxing against you, still recovering from his orgasm. You card your fingers through his hair as he rests his head on your chest, his arm stretched over you and your limbs entwined. His breath relaxes and you look down at him, smiling when he looks up at you from under his long, dark eyelashes.
“You look sleepy,” you observe and he nods once, nuzzling against your chest.
“You look beautiful,” he says, almost interrupted by a yawn.
You giggle to yourself as you watch his eyes flutter. So many sides to this one young man, and you love every single one so much. You fix yourself so you can pull the blankets over your bodies and you watch as he follows your lead, rolling off of you and pulling you close to him again, your head on his chest this time.
“I’m as much yours as you are mine, you know.”
You look up at him, smiling when you see that his eyes are closed.
“I know, Zayn,” you say softly, kissing his chest before settling beside him and tangling your legs with his.
“Night,” he says quietly, mumbling “I love you,” as he tightens his arm around you, his head tilting so he’s leaning closer to you.
“I love you,” you reply softly, scratching his arm gently until his breathing falls into the rhythm of sleep and you join him, warm and safe in his arms.
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