I couldn’t sleep.That pretty much defines my following actions, like grabbing Zayn’s tee

I couldn’t sleep.

That pretty much defines my following actions, like grabbing Zayn’s tee and put it on while I spray a little bit of his cologne on the pillow. I miss him; there’s only three weeks left for the tour but this hotel room makes me want to run to the other side of the world and hug him tight. I take a glance at the clock. It’s only 9:04pm and I curse myself. It’s kind of early but I had the longest day ever at work, I haven’t slept in 23 hours; I should be tired. I search for my laptop and I turn it on, laying on my tummy in the bed. I begin to look for pictures or something that will bore me but I received a call on Skype.

“Zayn <3 is calling you”

I smile and immediately answer; the call opens a little window and I can see him. His beautiful brown eyes were sleepy, he hasn’t shaved but I like it; when he kisses my neck, his facial hair sends goosebumps through my body. I think he was lying in bed like me, but his body was sided towards the screen of his computer. He was biting his lower lip until he saw me; and a smile drew across his face. “Hey babe”

“Hi Zayn” I blowed him a little kiss and he chuckled. I bet he misses me too and the thought makes me smile bigger. “What time is it in Australia?”

“It’s like 8 am or something” he quickly replied rubbing his eye with his hand a little. “I think it’s still dark there in London”. God, his morning voice is making my skin burn.

“It is” I sighed “I can’t sleep”

“Why is that, love?” He frowned.

I shrugged “I miss you”

“I miss you too… Actually —he paused— I’m kinda having a problem with missing you too” I didn’t understand “I need you”

“I need you too” I half smiled. I want Zayn here right now; he’s so warm and nice. It’s like my own personal teddy bear. And besides, he’s always making me happy in every way. If he was here I would be riding him already.

“No, babe. I don’t think you understand. I really* need you” he turned the camera a few inches to his torso. I could see his shirtless muscular body, and every single one of his tattoos makes me want to kiss his skin. I finally see the huge bulge in his black Calvin Klein and I think the red flushed in my cheeks. He returned to his face, giving me a goofy smile, lifting his eyebrows. “You see why I need you so much?”

I laughed a little “Yes”

He sighed “This is the first time I don’t have you to take care of situations like this. And I can’t ask Niall to do your job”

I really laughed this time “He can’t do it as great as me”

“Nobody can, baby girl” he smirked “What are you wearing?” I could see where this was going and I liked it. I remembered I didn’t put pants on after using Zayn’s tee. I stood up and showed him my body only covered in his piece of clothing. “Damn baby” he grunted and licked his lips “Are you wearing underwear?”

“Just my red panties” I have him a cheeky smile and bit my lip.

A grunt escapes his mouth once again. “I want to bite that lip so much, (Y/N). Don’t tease me like this”.

“Then come here and do it” I sat in the bed again, and doing small circle figures in my thigh; I was getting turned on.

“I’ve never felt so tempted to take a flight to London in my life, believe me” after that I saw his mouth moving, but the sound wasn’t working.

“I’m sorry Zayn. I can’t hear you”

For the look on his face, I think he couldn’t hear me too. After thinking for a solution he grabbed his phone, and I saw him dialling. Of course my phone didn’t took long before I heard the ringtone I had for Zayn’s number.

I spoke first once I answered “I need you Daddy” I gave him my ‘good girl’ eyes. His eyes darkened immediately.

“I want you to touch yourself while I say all the ways I want to fuck you” One of his hand was holding the phone next to his ear, while the other one was palming the fabric of his boxers “And love, don’t take that tee off. You look glorious wearing my clothes” he smirked. “Be a good girl and do like I say. Can you do that for me, love?”

“Yes” I practically moaned. I wanted Zayn so badly I moved my hand to my sex.

“Lay in bed and spread those sexy legs for me”.

I pushed the laptop so I could adjust. I rest my back against some pillows and I sat there with my knees up, giving Zayn a clear view of my crotch. “So good” he moaned and I saw him tugging his member with the boxer still on “The things I want to do you like that… I would kiss your neck while my thumb makes “8”s over those panties. I love teasing you” with those words I whimper and draw the figures, following his orders. “Slower” he demanded. The friction was making me move my hips as moans came out of me. I couldn’t help but touching my breast over his tee and pinch my nipple “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so hot” Zayn stood up and adjusted the camera angle. I could see his full body from the knees up; he was so attractive. Zayn was still palming himself; but his body begged for more.

“Take those off and I’ll take mine” I cheekily smiled at him and he did the same. I saw his hands teasing the waistband when he finally released his erection. Damn, I want him inside me. His tip was already oozing pre cum, but he was using it as lube as he began to slowly pump himself. I was caught on my daydreaming and I forgot to undress too. I quickly took my panties off and I threw them somewhere on the floor. Zayn licked his lips again, trying to contain his urges to go faster but instead he moaned.

“Oh, baby girl, I need to taste that. You know how I would eat you out” I moaned loudly and began to tease my slit, running my finger up and down. Zayn tried to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder, but instead he switched hands. His left hand was different; it was more teasing, touching Zayn in the sensitive spots of the tip of his cock. “I would grab your hips tightly and suck on your clit, then push my tongue as far as I can inside you and twirl it a bit; hitting all those places you like” his words were driving me mad, and I unconsciously rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my sex while Zayn was wrapping his fingers around his penis and caressing it “Such a pretty pussy. You’re loving this, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes Daddy” I moaned closing my eyes for a second. I felt like my climax was building up but I still wanted to finger myself. “Daddy, I want more”

“Not yet baby girl. I want to see you cum so hard I better see a fucking puddle in those bed sheets” Zayn was dripping sweat down his neck; he needed me as much as I needed him. He spit on his right hand to lube his member more, while his left hand weakly grabbed the phone now. “You want daddy to fuck you senseless?” His voice sounded like a grunt; I believe he was close.

“Yes” I gasped, placing one finger in my entrance. “I’m so wet, Zayn. Please”

Zayn moaned and his breathing was heavy “Let me see those pretty fingers fucking those pussy lips” he licked his lips, excited to see the show. I inserted one finger and began to rapidly thrust it in and out; I was a moaning mess, saying profanities and Zayn’s name. “That’s right. You’re daddy’s little slut” he grunted and I pinched my left nipple over his shirt again. That was enough to get Zayn quickly on the way to his highs. “Use another finger, baby girl” he ordered. I pushed my index and middle finger inside me and it stretched my walls. I haven’t masturbated in what seemed ages because Zayn’s always there. But since he left a few months ago for the tour, I haven’t done anything down there. I moaned and I clenched my hips and I felt a weird warm sensation in my stomach.

“I’m cumming, daddy” I almost screamed and held my phone against my collar bone as I felt like I was at the top of the hill. Zayn was going at his full speed, grunting and panting while he couldn’t help to make little thrusts motions to his hand, his muscles were tensed up and a drop of sweat of his forehead jumped to the floor; I’ve never seen Zayn so hot in my life.

“Curl those fingers, babe. Let me hear you scream my name when you cum” I almost heard the loud ‘Fuck!’ Zayn usually does when he twitches and releases, but he was holding it. I did as he told me, and I curled both of my finger, making a pressure against my g spot. “Yes! Fuck yes, Zayn!!!” I curled the tip of my toes and involuntarily stick my legs together for a few seconds. Zayn grunted a few more times before the tip of his cock turned bright red and hit his climax; shooting his load to his stomach.

My whole body was convulsing in pleasure, and the heat on my chest expanded. “Holy fuck, you squirted baby girl” Zayn quietly told me, catching his breath over the phone.

I looked down at the bed sheets; it was a wet mess. I reddened and threw my back to the bed. I was exhausted and breathing like I ran a race. “Babe” he called me.

“Hmm?”

“You made a mess here too” he chuckled. I support myself on my elbows and I saw Zayn cleaning himself up with a towel. I laughed feeling a little tired now. “I need to sleep, Zayn. That was amazing” I closed the laptop but not hanging up and laid over the pillows. “I love you so much, (Y/N)” his voice on the phone was enough to make my heart melt.

“I love you too, Zayn. Good morning”

He chuckled “Goodnight, princess”