Zayn Malik (dirty)

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You were feeling very flirty and you decided to mess around a bit with Zayn.

He was laying down on the couch doing his usual thing; sleeping. He always looked so adorable when he was sleeping but you were bored - therefore you had to bug him to keep you entertained.

You grabbed a white sheet of paper and a sharpie. You wrote on it “Show me your dick….tionary.” and giggled to yourself.

“Oh Zaynnn,” you sang in a teasing tone.

He tossed on the couch a bit but didn’t wake up. You decided it was time for plan B. You kneeled down and went to the weak spot on his neck. You placed your lips gently on the exact spot and began to suck on his warm skin.

Zayn moaned softly in his sleep and you decided to nibble gently. He shot straight up and he breathed in and out loudly. He looked over at you and you grinned sheepishly.

“Why did you wake me up?” he mumbled in that sleepy, sexy voice that always gave you chills.

“I wrote you a little something-something,” you whispered seductively and teasingly into his ear.

You gave him the sheet of paper and he read it. His eyes grew wide and his expression on his face was pure amusement.

“Come on ‘Bradford Boy’, show me how you put the ‘bad’ into that little nickname,” you whispered into his ear, egging him on.

He shivered and you noticed he grew a bulge in less than five seconds - a new ultimate record!

“I don’t even say that anymore,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Well how about you do for one last time? Show me how to have fun, ‘Bradford bad boy’ style,” you smirked.

You saw the hunger and lust into his eyes. You smirked; you knew you won him over.

“Oh I will but trust me babe, you’ll be begging for more once you’ve been Bradforded,” he smirked and winked at you.

“Oh I’m so scared,” you rolled your eyes.

“You should be [Y/N],” Zayn said and grabbed your waist.

He pulled you over his shoulders like a fireman and you thought he was going to bring you to his room but instead; he brought you to the laundry room.

You were very confused as Zayn set you down on the very large washing machine and dryer that was connected.

“Um Zayn,” you asked. “What are we doing in here?”

“You asked for Bradford bad boy style and that’s what I’m giving you,” he smirked.

You were still very confused but Zayn said, “You’ll see soon enough.”

He hopped up as well and hovered over you. His lips met yours and you kissed him deeply. He tugged at your shirt and you let him take it off.

Zayn then attacked your jeans and threw them on the floor as well. You flipped so you were on top of him.

You took off his shirt and ran your fingers over his tattoos. He shivered and you traced your way down to his abs.

You stopped at the before last one and left your finger there.

“Don’t be a tease [Y/N],” he growled gently into your ear.

You were shocked; you had never heard Zayn speak in that kind of way.

He flipped you over again so he was on top. He took off his jeans and pressed his body down on yours. You felt his body warmth and you moaned softly as he began nibbling at your bottom lip.