Zayn One-Shots

Bunch of Zayn mature One-Shots!
Exerpt: “Jesus Christ Zayn you weigh a ton get your ass off me!” I yell, ignoring what he just said.
“I take that as a yes.” The brown-eyed boy smirks, before tearing my shirt off my body. I’m overly pissed and my arms are suddenly free.
“Shit that was my favourite shirt! C’mon let go of me!” I whine, trying to push his weight off me unsuccessfully. “Zayn I have some homework to do you fucktard!” I holler, pounding my fists in his chest.
“That’s two more swears, so two more pieces of clothing go off...” Zayn skillfully removes my bra and school skirt, all while keeping me under his control. “Anymore swears?”
“Dumbass lemme go! I don’t wanna have sex with you I have a lot of homework to do Zayn!” I complain.
“I knew you’d wanna take the panties off...” He winks, hooking his fingers into the material and pulling them down my legs. As soon as it’s done, he gets off my completely to get his jeans off.

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1. Tutoring

It had been a long day at school today, and the English teacher had given us a lot of homework, most of which I had difficulty understanding. So that’s basically how I ended up on my bed with Zayn as a tutor... Job at which he really sucked at, looking over my shoulder way to often and whispering dirty things in my ear now and then.

“Ugh Zayn go away!” I complain angrily as the dark boy leans over my shoulder once again for the millionth time tonight.

“But you said you needed help with English,” He chuckles, playing with a strand of my hair. “I’m just doing what you asked me to do,”

“No because I didn’t ask you to bug me, I asked you to help me do my homework.” I exhale, taking my head in my hands as I tried to concentrate at the task at hand. The weight on the bed shifts as he goes from beside me to in front of me.

“But I can’t help you do your homework, that’d be cheating. I’m here to help you understand.” Zayn informs.

“Well either way, you aren’t doing much apart from annoying the hell out of me.” I snap, shutting my eyes. The Bradford boy decides to move back to his initial place beside me, making my crayons roll farther on the bed. Huffing I reach over and bring them back on my paper.

“You done moving? Like I said, you’re annoying me to say the least.”

“No I think I’m arousing you more than anything...” He says, trailing his finger the length of my thigh provocatively. Something tingles in my lower abdomen.

“Fuck you Zayn.” I grumble, dropping my pencil as I took my head into my hands, shutting my eyes in annoyance.

“Careful Soph... Swearing isn’t ladylike.” The Pakistani boy reprimands. “I give you three swearing strikes and if you persist, I’ll punish you...”

“Fudge you then.” I retort. I huff as he smirks at my poor attempt of being menacing. “That didn’t even sound threatening.” I whine.

“You aren’t supposed to sound threatening.”

I roll my eyes, bringing my attention back to my homework. “What did the author mean when he wrote that the curtains were blue?” I read the question slowly. ”He meant that they were fucking blue no?” I huff, shutting my eyes in irritation.

“Strike one Soph...But to answer your question... What does the colour blue represent?”

“One of the three primary colours.” I say, annoyed.

“You’re thinking inside the box... Explore the outside. When I say blue, what’s the first word that comes to your mind?”

“Blueberry.”

“Think of an emotion.” Zayn shakes his head.

“Sad.”

“See? Maybe the question has to be answered in that way... The author meant that it was a sad scene.”

“But why would the author complicate his life? I think the teacher is the problem... She sees way too much outside the box. When I write things, I don’t think of double meanings! When I write the apple is red, I mean the fucking apple is red!”

“Strike two little Sophie... Watch your mouth...” Zayn’s tone takes a dangerous tone and I realise I have to hold my tongue with extra care... Next strike, punishment...

I sigh noisily as I write my answer on the sheet. My eyes travel to the next question and I groan, not knowing the answer again.

“You’re cute when you don’t understand,” The dark boy murmurs silkily in my ear. My fists clench in anger, but I manage to restrain myself, taking deep breaths. I stay in control for a couple minutes, until he decides its okay to kiss my neck. I lose it.

“For fuck’s sake Zayn go away!” I screech.

“Three strikes, you’re getting punished love for that dirty mouth of yours,” Zayn informs before pinning me swiftly to the bed with one hand, using the other to toss my homework and pencils on the ground.  He places himself so he’s straddling my waist, immobilizing my lower body.

“Get off me fucker your no better with the dirty mouth!” I protest, fighting uselessly against his iron grip. I kick and squirm. “God damn Zayn it’s only swearing it doesn’t hurt nobody!”

“You wanna swear? I’ll get you swearing yeah? I’ll get it all out of your system.” Zayn says very seriously.

Still holding my upper body immobile with one hand around both my wrists, he manoeuvres himself out of his shirt and throws it someplace in the room.

“Here’s the thing yeah? Every time you swear, I do something to you. I’m not telling you what, but I’ll do something that’s for sure. You can’t use the same swear twice in a sentence or I spank you hard or shove my dick up your throat I haven’t decided yet. I might add rules as I go but are the basics clear?”

“Jesus Christ Zayn you weigh a ton get your ass off me!” I yell, ignoring what he just said.

“I take that as a yes.” The brown-eyed boy smirks, before tearing my shirt off my body. I’m overly pissed and my arms are suddenly free.

“Shit that was my favourite shirt! C’mon let go of me!” I whine, trying to push his weight off me unsuccessfully. “Zayn I have some homework to do you fucktard!” I holler, pounding my fists in his chest.

“That’s two more swears, so two more pieces of clothing go off...” Zayn skillfully removes my bra and school skirt, all while keeping me under his control. “Anymore swears?”

“Dumbass lemme go! I don’t wanna have sex with you I have a lot of homework to do Zayn!” I complain.

“I knew you’d wanna take the panties off...” He winks, hooking his fingers into the material and pulling them down my legs. As soon as it’s done, he gets off my completely to get his jeans off.

I take advantage of my freedom to snuggle into my sheets and use them as clothing instead. Once I’m all covered, I shut my eyes, clutching the material tightly between my fingertips, hoping it’ll keep him from touching me for a while longer.

“Cute... but totally useless,” Zayn chuckles, tearing my covers with a sharp movement. I reflexively curl myself into a ball, trying to hide all my lady bits.

“Zayn!” I whine, taking a careful peek at what’s left of my comfy bed sheets. “You completely destroyed my sheets!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he shrugs, before proceeding to pry my limbs apart. Not surprisingly, he succeeds to place himself back into our initial position, except I’m completely naked and exposed and he’s in his boxers.

“Are you calm now sweet cheeks or do you still have a couple swears you want to get out?”

“Zayn fucking Malik I’m done with your fucking games!” I yell as I bring my arm to push him away. My hand collides with his torso and I put as much power into my push as possible, trying to make him tumble off me. I succeed by taking him by surprise. He falls and I end up being the one straddling him. “Now who gets to choose the game now hmm?” I taunt.

His hand slaps my behind harshly, leaving a painful sting. I yelp.

“Oww!” I grimace, looking at him confusedly.

“You said the same swear twice,” He chuckles, before easily toppling me back under him. I cross my arms over my chest, pouting.

“Why can’t I be on top?” I complain as he holds himself up with his arms on each side of my head.

“Because you are not in control today and I decided you’d be under me and not over...” The Pakistani boy explains, one of his indexes tracing circles on the top of my chest.

I faintly remark the muscles in his other arm flexing as it worked to support his weight. I blink a couple of times in wonder.

 “I’m the one tutoring you, not the other way around.” Zayn ends, making me look back into his golden eyes. Slowly, he starts rocking his hips against mine, rubbing our crotches together. I feel him hardening under the material of his boxers, just as heat starts pooling in my lower regions. Zayn continues his slow rhythm, doing absolutely nothing to satisfy me a little more.

“Aren’t you gonna do something to me?” I whinge.

“Nope. I told you I’d only do something to you if you kept swearing.” He shakes his head, increasing my arousal as his back and forth action keeps steady, rolling his hips into mine provocatively.

“But I’m done swearing! I thought you wanted me to stop and that’s what I’m doing now!”

“You wanted to swear earlier, so keep swearing. I warned you I’d get it all out of your system.”

I whimper, trying to thrust upwards to meet his movements but his hands rapidly stop my hips. He makes a disapproving grunt, halting his rhythm all together.

“For fuck’s sake Zayn!” I groan, squirming.

Just like that he restarts his pace. “See?” He says between small thrusts. “I’ll make you swear until you’re out of breath. Until you’re out of voice. Maybe next time you’ll know not to swear in front of me.”

“Zayn just... Just get into me now I don’t wanna swear anymore!” I shut my eyes.

“Nope.”

“For God damn’s sake.” I moan.

“Yeah that’ll do.” He fully stops.

“But I swore! You should continue!”

“You’re desperate aren’t you?” He smirks as he stands up to remove his boxers.

“Yes!” I agree.

“So you won’t mind if I go hard?” He cocks his eyebrow upwards.

“No just fucking fuck me hard until I walk funny tomorrow!”

He rapidly bends down and turns me around, before spanking me hard. “Fuck and fucking are too similar.”

“Gahh Zayn are you trying to freaking kill me!”

“Nope. I’m trying to fuck you hard enough so you’ll know not to swear in my presence anymore. I’m teaching you a lesson little one.”The dark-haired boy informs, placing himself in between my legs. His finger ghosts my lower lady parts and I shiver.

“Zayn...”

“How badly do you want it?”

“So fucking badly,” I say breathlessly.

“Mmhmm perfect.”  He hums in appreciation, placing rubbing his tip over my lower lips teasingly. My eyes suddenly clench shut as Zayn shoves his length deep inside me.

“Fucking Christ Zayn!” I moan loudly, clutching one half of the torn sheets underneath me.

“Soph what are you talking about I’m not even touching you.”

I frown, blinking a few times as I look around. I’m completely confused as I realize Zayn and I are still in our clothes, and my bed sheets are perfectly fine.

“What?”

“I think you were daydreaming Sophie.” The Bradford boy shakes his head, chuckling. “And clearly it seemed to interest you more than my explanations on the question...”

“Question?” I shoot him an inquiring look.

“Why did the author mean when he wrote the curtains were blue? You read the question slowly and then you just shut your eyes and not long after you were whining. Oh and by the way, your ‘Fucking Christ Zayn’ is your strike one, even though you weren’t fully conscious when you said it.”

“Wait so we weren’t about to have sex?” I run through, still bewildered.

“No Sophie, we were doing some homework.”

“Shit I think I just had a wet daydream about you...” I gasp, horrified at my mind and its twisted ideas.

“That’s a strike two Sophieboo. Wanna get to strike three?” he taunts.

“I fucking do.”

 

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