One Direction Imagines (Collection 2)

Just some One Direction Imagines

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15. The Work Here Is Done (Zayn)

 

I walked downstairs into the kitchen and looked into the refridgerator. Pulling a bottle of apple juice out, I heard a dark voice behind me. “Hey.” I jumped, almost dropping the juice on the floor. “What the hell? How did you get in here?” Zayn dangled a set of keys in front of me. “You gave these to me yesterday, remember?” “Oh. Yeah, yeah.” I heard people on the TV chattering and the sounds of busy traffic outside. Looking out the window, I saw that it was dark out, lit by city lights. The clock on my apartment wall read 2:00am. “Come here.” He was sitting in the couch in the room in front of me. I walked over and stood in front of him, grabbing his hands. “Well, this isn’t the warm welcoming I expected.” I laughed. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you.” He laughed, pulling me down onto him. He kissed me softly on my nose. I found his lips with mine and kissed him back, teasing him by gently nibbling on his bottom lip. “Stop it.” He let out in a short breath, but I didn’t. I kept teasing him, pulling his body closer to mine. He untangled his fingers with mine and moved them down to my panties. He pulled them off and tossed them on the floor before bending me over his knee. “Zayn, what are you doing,” I giggled. “You won’t stop teasing me,” he said. “You’re always teasing me.” His laid his hands on my bum and rubbed it, kind of firmly, heating my skin. Arse touching has always been a major turn on of mine, and he knew that. He lifted his hand and in a second, swung it back down. “Zayn, what are you-” I started. “Shh.” He kept spanking me over and over again. I twisted myself, trying to break away from his grip, but he had me pinned down with just one strong arm. “Can you please be a bit more gentle!” I shouted at him. He chuckled. “Bad girls shouldn’t go unpunished.” He kept spanking me. I could feel myself growing red, but with the sharp pain also came a bit of pleasure. I let myself relax on him. He cupped my arse in his hand and squeezed it firmly; I was becoming more and more wet by the second. He rubbed my bum again, warming my skin, and then bam - another spanking. “Zayn…” I moaned. He began rubbing my bum again, and then, unexpectedly, he slid two fingers into my center. I arched myself upward so he could have better acess, but he only pushed me back down. Pumping his fingers into me, he curved them, hitting my g-spot. “Oh, fuck Zayn!” I moaned, somewhat squeeling. I closed my eye, fading in and out of conciousness; imagining what Zayn’s face probably looked like: more than likely, he was smirking. He kept pumping his fingers into me, hitting my g-spot perfectly each time. His grip on me tightened, but not too long after, loosened. He used his hand to prance up and down my back, stroking it gently, before using it to lift my body so he could rub my clit. He rolled it between his fingers while still pumping his fingers from his opposite hand into me. I tried to suppress my moans because I knew my neighbors would probably wake up if I screamed like I wanted to. I moaned his name over and over again in a whisper. He started rubbing my clit more roughly, and his finger-thrusts became filled with more determination and passion. He leaned down, nibbling on my back gently, and I lost it. “Oh, Zayn!” I yelled. I felt myself clench around him, growing closer to the edge than before. “Zayn. Oh my dear lord!” I started screaming out profanities, while Zayn pumped his skilled fingers more forcefully into me. I felt myself release onto his fingers and, like a light, I was out. I woke up a few hours later. The sun was up and I was still laying on the couch, but I didn’t see Zayn anywhere. I stood up, and there was a little pain in my bum so I walked to the mirror only to find red places on my back and small bruises on my arse. I laughed a bit before heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I saw a note on the refridgerator door. “Sorry I had to leave so early, had some work in the studio to finish up! If it hurts too much to sit down, my work here is done ;) See ya tonight! Love you x -Zayn”  
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