A Dirty Zayn Imagine for Taylor (It’s not exactly my best scenario but let’s just say I was under the influence of my Zayn anons tonight. I hope you like it darling. <333 xxxx):
Another night of solitude. I walked into my empty house, conscious that I would be the only person there for another two weeks. I instantly walked up to my bedroom, pulling off my clothes so that I was only dressed in my bra and panties.
When I plopped down on the bed there was a crunch underneath me. I reached down, pulling a slip of paper out. Head downstairs. I recognized the handwriting immediately, grinning at the thought of Zayn lurking somewhere in my house. I ran downstairs quickly, looking around the living room for him. He was no where to be found.
Instead a card sat on the coffee table. I sighed, realizing he was still away and was only leading me to a gift he’d had planted in my house. Just kidding. I just wanted to see how excited you got over your thoughts of me being here. Don’t frown. I love it when you smile. Just come back to the place where you left. I set down the note, moving back up the stairs slowly. He knew me so well, sure that I’d be upset when I realized he wasn’t actually here.
My head hung low as I walked back to my room but what I found changed everything. Zayn sat up in my bed, a grin on his face and only a sheet wrapped around his waist. I immediately knew he was completely naked underneath.
He held up his finger, motioning for me to come to him. I crawled into the bed, hovering over his body as he laid back, biting his lip at me. I pressed me lips to his, the familiar taste of his toothpaste and a freshly smoked cigarette on my mouth.
“Well aren’t you just a dirty girl tonight.” He said, moving his hands behind his head as I kissed him again. It seemed like it’d been so long since we’d been able to do this.
I smiled then, moving so that my face settled into the crook of his neck, my breath warm against his skin. “I’m not the one who’s lying in the bed naked.” I whispered, moving my hands under the covers and down his stomach. I pulled at the hairs around his bellybutton and he groaned.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me down so that I could feel every part of him on me. “Now you’re in for it.” He laughed, reaching up to unhook my bra in one swift motion. He took it, throwing it across the room and continued to kiss me, running his hands over my breasts and making me moan quietly in his ear.
“Can we just stop with the foreplay and just do it already?” I breathed, taking his ear into my mouth. He groaned and rolled over so that he was on top of me, still entangled in the covers.
I was able to remove both my underwear and the sheet from between us quickly, tossing them to the side of the bed and closing the gap between our centers. He forced himself into me quickly, not even allowing time for me to adjust to him. I winced from the pain, grinding my nails into his shoulders as he continued thrusting inside me.
The pain finally subsided and all I could feel was pleasure taking over every part of my body. I combed my fingers through his hair, gripping at his as he went faster inside me. The bed started to squeak beneath us, turning me on even more but I still moaned quietly, sighing his name in his ear just the way he liked.
“Taylor, I’m almost there.” He called out. As we both climaxed he grabbed the hair at the back of my head, jerking it as I arched my back. His lips were on mine and he moaned into my mouth, sending vibrations down my throat.
He fell on top of me, the sweat on both of our bodies slick. His face was tucked between my breasts. “I love you.” He said quietly tilting his head so that he was looking up at me.
I smiled, realizing I’d managed to pull a bit of his hair out and whets were already forming on his shoulders. “I love you too.” I laughed, knowing he would be in pain by morning.
“I don’t think you understand me Taylor. I like really love you.” He reminded me, running his index finger along my side, tracing the outline of my body.
Unable to keep from smiling I stared down into those hazel orbs, processing what he’d meant. Zayn was in love with me. “I know.” I replied. “My answer still remains the same. I love you too.” I giggled as he pulled himself forward on top of me to kiss me one more time.
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