vamp z! and you driving and you pull over because he’s being a brat and spank n edge him in the back of the car
tinted windows
summary: y/n and zayn are glad their windows are tinted enough.
warnings: coarse language, smut, mentions of spanking, edging, orgasm denial
pairing: zayn malik x fem!reader
•••
“Why do you always have to be such a fucking brat, hm? Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” Y/N scoffed, looking down at Zayn’s lap as she stroked him quickly. She was sat on his thighs, keeping him still. She had been edging him for a little while now, working him up to an orgasm just to pull her hand away each time. She even spanked him a little before starting to edge him, so he squirmed under her from the feeling of his sore ass sitting on the seat.
“Wanna come, please.” He gasped out, leaning his head back against the headrest. He let out soft gasps and moans, sometimes thrusting up into her hand because he couldn’t help himself, wanting to chase the pleasure before she takes it away from him.
“Bold of you to assume you’re gonna come.” She muttered, swiping her thumb over his tip which made him groan.
“Please.” He sighed out, feeling his stomach twist with that familiar feeling swirling around inside. He clenched his hands into fists where they were at his sides, his moans turning into short gasps.
“You couldn’t even behave in the car.” She said before taking her hand away from his cock once more, making him groan in pure frustration. It was amusing to see him in this state, she couldn’t help but laugh a little at his desperation.
“I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.”
“I know you will, baby. Just think you deserve to be punished a little, don’t you think?”
vamp!z getting spanked and then punished for being bratty with y/n
so mean
summary: zayn gets a little too bratty with y/n, punishment ensues.
warnings: coarse language, smut, spanking
pairing: zayn malik x fem!reader
•••
Zayn was practically sobbing at this point.
His skin felt like it was burning—stinging. Tears were drying on his hot cheeks and some fell down onto the pillow beneath him, small sobs leaving his wet lips. His elbows and knees dug into the soft mattress, shifting a little from time to time. His cock was hard and lying in between his legs, dripping pathetically and aching to be touched. He felt hot everywhere, heat coursing through his veins.
“You’re so mean to me sometimes, Z.” Y/N sighed softly as she sat behind him, placing her hands on his hips. They traveled down to the sides of his thighs and he shivered, goosebumps rising from his skin from the gentle, feathery touch.
“I’m- I’m sorry, baby. Won’t be mean again, I promise.” He said shakily and she hummed, smiling a little. It was a sight to see, really. It was like she had him wrapped around her finger, like he was willing to do and take anything she wanted to do to him.
“You promise?” She asked him softly, reaching over to touch his tip gently, making him whine. She rubbed her palm over his tip gently and another wet sob left his lips, back arching downwards and leaning into her touch. It felt relieving to be touched after being denied and teased for so long, his mind was practically mush now and all he wanted was pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
“I promise, I promise.”
“Dunno’ if I wanna forgive you yet, though.” She sighed softly and he groaned softly, growing more and more frustrated. All he wanted was to come at this point, that was the only thing that was on his mind.
“P-please, I’m sorry.”
“I think you’re gonna have to do a little more than say sorry, baby. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with this that easily, did you? Especially when I’m always expecting you to be good.”
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Y/N sat down on the couch once she entered her new home, looking around. The place looked a bit old but it was nice anyway. The floorboards creaked whenever she took a step and the lights flickered sometimes, but it was still fine. It was her first night staying there with all her furniture finally moved in. She still kept some stuff that the previous homeowners left though since they looked quite nice. She saw the light from the kitchen flicker a couple times and ignored it, getting up and going over there anyway since she was thirsty and wanted water.
She filled a cup of water and brought the glass to her lips, taking gulps as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. The house was quite quiet, she noticed. She was feeling a bit iffy about this place though since the people who used to live there said that the home gave them a weird feeling, but she tried to push those feelings to the back of her head.
She went back over to the couch and turned the TV on, deciding to watch some reruns of a show she liked. There was a blanket beside her which she took and draped over her body because she suddenly felt cold, goosebumps having risen from her skin and shivers having run through her body. She ignored it once more and kept watching the TV, although soon getting bored, so she took out her phone and scrolled on Twitter for a little bit. She laughed and giggled a little bit, the sound coming from the TV fading away from her ears.
“You’re new.” A faint whisper said beside her ear.
Her brows furrowed and she turned her head back to look behind her, then looked around. She saw no one nor did she see anything that could have been the source of that voice. She looked at the TV and figured that it didn’t come from there either because she heard the voice right beside her ear, as if someone’s lips were right beside her face.
She bit her lower lip softly and sunk herself further into the couch, also bringing the blanket she had further over her body. She kept her phone close, scrolling quietly. She couldn’t stop thinking about that voice though. It was quiet and eerie, like the ones you’d hear in horror movies. It echoed in her head. You’re new she kept repeating in her head. What did that mean? She was new but, who cared? She kept glancing around at her surroundings, keeping her feet up from the ground, and keeping her body covered by that soft blanket she had. It was kind of pathetic to be that scared but come on, you would do the same, right?
She looked at the time on her phone and decided that it was getting late so she got up and took one last look around before turning the lights off. She made her steps quick as she walked to her bedroom, fear creeping up on her the more she walked. She sighed when she entered her room, closing it and locking it for good measure. She went over to the bathroom and brushed her teeth first, looking at herself in the mirror as she did.
She suddenly felt cold air wisp past her skin, making her shiver. Her brows furrowed because it was the same cold feeling she felt earlier when she was sitting on the couch, looking around before looking back at the mirror.
“You can’t see me.”
Now Y/N was scared. She quickly spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth with water before wiping her mouth with a small towel. She then left the bathroom and looked at the door, a weird feeling overcoming her. She shook it off and sat down on her bed with a soft sigh leaving her lips, grabbing her phone from the nightstand. She looked at the time and saw that it was 11:32 p.m. before typing her password in. She clicked on the messages app and clicked her friend’s contact, moving to lay down on the bed as she typed.
“this house is giving me the creeps 😭😭” She texted her friend.
“what?? it’s prob nothing 😭” Her friend replied.
Y/N bit her lower lip softly and figured that her friend was right. She texted her friend that she was going to bed and her friend replied saying that she was too. She turned her phone off and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed, deciding to keep the small lampshade that was there on. After feeling those shivers and hearing that voice she couldn’t bear to sleep in the dark. She pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax so she would fall asleep easier.
“Goodnight.”
•••
Sunlight peeked through the curtains, lines of light projecting onto surfaces. The sheets rustled as Y/N slowly stirred, waking up from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, brightness filling her vision. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her knuckles, letting out a deep yawn as she did. She stretched her body out under the covers, letting out soft grunts.
She reached out and grabbed her phone from her nightstand, turning it on to check the time. It was only 10:27 a.m. and she decided to stay in bed for a bit longer since she had no work that day. She scrolled on her phone in bed, checking the time ever so often. When it was about 11:30 she decided to get up, heading over to the bathroom. She did her morning routine and left her bedroom to make breakfast, yawning once more as she walked.
She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, thankful that she did groceries yesterday. She took a couple of eggs and bacon, cooking them in a pan. She ate that along with some buttered toast, since she wasn’t really feeling like making much. She ate while scrolling on her phone, trying to figure out what to do.
She then suddenly thought about last night while chewing on her toast, still finding it very odd that she felt those shivers and heard that voice. That voice wasn’t familiar either, she noticed. She didn’t seem to know anyone that sounded like that. She started to get creeped out and stopped thinking about it, finishing her breakfast and putting the dishes in the sink to wash for later.
She decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. She headed to the bathroom and took a nice shower, feeling refreshed once she came out. She did her usual skincare routine to make sure her skin was all nice and hydrated before leaving the bathroom to get dressed. She looked through her closet, deciding on just a T-shirt and comfortable pants since she was just staying home. She brushed her hair out and fixed it a little bit, looking at herself in the mirror in front of her.
“You can’t see me.” She said in her head.
She told herself to stop thinking about last night and got up, leaving her bedroom. She grabbed her earphones and plugged them into her phone, just standing there as she looked through her Spotify playlists. She picked one and put it on shuffle, although skipping a few songs before one that she liked started playing. She went back into the kitchen and decided to try making a pastry she recently failed.
She liked baking. She always had. It was always something she did for fun or either to relieve some stress. She didn’t really know what she liked about it. Maybe it was the baking itself or the reward she got in the end when she got to eat whatever she made. She made this pastry the other day and miserably failed in the end so she wanted to try making it again.
Her head bopped as she listened to the music going through her ears, preparing the ingredients she needed. She danced a little and sang along, grabbing bowls from cupboards and spoons from drawers. She looked up a good recipe and followed it, being careful with the measurements and making sure there weren’t any eggshells in her mixtures.
“There must have been an angel by my side.” She sang under her breath as she placed the tray in her hand into the oven. She closed it and crouched down to watch the pastries for a little bit, murmuring the lyrics of “Kiss of Life” by Sade. She eventually got up and walked over to the couch, plopping down onto it as she waited. She closed her eyes and sang along to the song, singing without a care in the world.
“You gave me the kiss of life,”
“Kiss of life,”
“You gave me the kiss that’s like,”
“Kiss of life,”
•••
“I did it!” Y/N said excitedly to herself when she saw that her pastries turned out amazing, a big smile on her face as she took out the tray from the oven with an oven mitt on her hand. She closed the oven and placed the tray down onto the kitchen counter, smiling to herself. She took the oven mitt off and gently touched the pastry, taking her hand away once she realized it was too hot to eat.
She then waited for the pastries to cool before taking one and taking a bite, moaning softly when the taste hit her tongue. They tasted exactly how she wanted them to taste, her lips curving into a smile as she chewed. She ate a few and left the rest there, going over to the couch to just relax. She laid her head down onto the armrest and put a blanket over herself, opening up the book she had been reading recently. She flipped to the page she last left off at, getting comfortable before reading the chapter.
She read quietly for a little while, sometimes humming a song as she flipped the pages.
She started to really enjoy the book after a couple of chapters. It didn’t start off that well and she was glad it eventually got better. She couldn’t stop reading it because she was invested in the things happening now, practically unable to get up from her comfortable spot on the couch.
“Goodnight.” She said in her head, also in the exact same voice she heard last night before she fell asleep. She folded her lips into a line as she kept reading, trying not to think about that right now. But, she couldn’t stop thinking about… it being in her bedroom. With her. She didn’t even know where that voice came from. It could’ve been from some ghost of someone that previously lived there.
Oh.
She tried to push that thought to the back of her head and sat up, putting a bookmark in the page she last left off at before getting up. She walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water since she was thirsty, grabbing a glass from the cupboard above her. She turned around and her brows furrowed when she saw a pastry from the tray she placed down onto the kitchen counter earlier gone. There were three earlier and now there were only two. Well, one of them had a bite taken out of it.
She looked around, squeezing the glass in her hand a little from nervousness. She felt a weird feeling rush to her heart from anxiety as she looked around, trying to find who or what ate those pastries. The bite taken out of that pastry didn’t look like a rat ate it or anything, so she was confused.
She saw a figure from her peripheral vision and quickly turned to look directly there, her heart starting to beat faster.
“Hello?” She said out loud, her voice a bit shaky.
“Hello.”
Her eyes widened in terror when she heard that same voice beside her ear. She slowly turned her head to look behind her and immediately took a few steps back when she saw a man standing right there. She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter as she looked at him, her hands trembling in fear.
“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” The man chuckled softly, amused by her reaction.
He looked… pale? Unusually pale. That was the only thing weird about him though. The rest of him looked as if he was a normal person. His clothes looked fine, nothing out of the ordinary. His hair was a little messy but it was styled. His eyes looked a dark brown, almost looking black from where she could see him.
“W-who are you? Why are you in my home?” She stuttered out, the words in her head getting jumbled up.
“This is my home, actually.” His brows furrowed.
“Get out. I’ll- I’ll call the cops!” She said and his lips tugged up at the corners.
“I don’t think they’d be able to get me.”
•••
“So… you’re a vampire? That doesn’t make sense. Vampires aren’t real.” Y/N said confusedly as she took a bite out of the pastry she made earlier. The man sat across from her shrugged, putting the last piece of pastry he had in his hand into his mouth.
“I guess I’m a figment of your imagination then.” He said and shot her a quick smile. He got up and walked past her, his arm brushing her shoulder.
“What? Wait!” She said and quickly turned around, only to see no one there. Her brows furrowed and she looked around, seeing absolutely no one in her sight. Where did he go? He was just right there. She even felt his skin against hers for a second. There’s no way he could have disappeared that fast. She looked around worriedly, trying to figure out how he disappeared that quickly.
“Do you think I’m real?” She heard his voice beside her ear. She quickly turned around and yet again, saw no one there. She gulped quietly and kept looking around, panicking quietly.
“Are you scared of me?” He said in her ear again, but he wasn’t even near her.
“Can you find me?” He said, although his voice was quieter this time. Y/N was in a pure state of panic, her palms starting to sweat, her heart rate picking up, and sweat building up under her clothes out of nervousness. She slowly walked around, hating how the floorboards creaked with every step she took. Her footsteps were light but every creak was still so loud. She looked around, noticing that her mouth had suddenly gone dry when she gulped.
“Fucking christ.” She murmured under her breath and he chuckled softly. Her head whipped to the direction she heard him from and she saw him again, letting out a relieved sigh.
“You’re too slow.” He said amusedly and she looked at him confusedly.
Was he real? Was he a figment of her imagination? Has she gone crazy? Was she actually seeing him? Who even was he? Did he know her?
“A-are you real? Get out, please.” She said shakily.
“got you something.” y/n said as she sat down beside zayn on the couch, placing a bag on his lap. he furrowed his brows and took the bag, not even taking a glance at what was inside, before giving it back to her. he was watching some christmas movie on the tv, his cat watching with him beside his thigh.
“c’mon, take it. i got it for you.” she chuckled softly, placing it back on his lap.
“i told you not to get me a gift.”
“come on! i couldn’t help myself. just take it.”
he looked at her with an annoyed look on his face. she only smiled back, placing the bag back on his lap. she mouthed “open it” and he gave in with a roll of his eyes, opening the bag, the crinkling sound scaring his cat a bit. he rubbed the underside of her chin as he took out what was in the bag, holding a nice gray sweater.
“i made it.” she smiled brightly, “it’s nothing special, i know, but i made it in my free time.” she shrugged, watching him touch the yarn she used, avoiding her gaze. she turned her head a bit to see his face, seeing glossy eyes, lips parting.
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“you said you wouldn’t do anything else.” y/n sounded a little breathy as she ran her fingers through zayn’s hair that he had been growing out a little more recently, tightening her fingers in his hair a bit. she felt a little hazy since he was feeding directly from her neck, feeling the gentle rumble of his soft moans against her.
“sorry.” he mumbled and y/n could practically hear the smile in his voice, “i’ll be good, yeah?” he licked over the bite wound on her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist before looking up at her.
she was looking back down at him skeptically, eyes narrowed as if she didn’t believe him.
“i’ll be good.” he mumbled, leaning up to kiss her.
y/n was humming the song she had stuck in her head as she put her keys into the door, twisting the doorknob and walking in as she pulled the keys back out. she turned around and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks when she saw some random man that was definitely not zayn in the kitchen, probably looking for something to eat. she looked around, looking for zayn, but he was nowhere to be found.
“…hello?”
the man jumped and immediately turned around, eyes as wide as saucers as they landed on the lady standing at the front door. he stared for a few more seconds before sighing, placing his hand on his chest in relief.
“jesus christ, you didn’t have to scare me like that.” he said before turning back around, continuing to look for something to nibble on.
“who, er, who are you?”
he furrowed his brows, turning back around. “what, zayn didn’t tell you about me?” he scoffed, mumbling something under his breath that y/n didn’t hear. “i’m just his best mate, niall.”
“oh.” she said, nodding. “are you, like…”
“yep. i could eat you right now, actually, i’m starving. i just got here, haven’t eaten all day, and you guys don’t have any food in this goddamn house.”
“just- just do something already.” zayn huffed out, opening his eyes to look at y/n, who only had a smug smile on her face. he narrowed his eyes at her and she let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his thigh with her thumb soothingly. his patience was starting to thin at this point and he was ready to beg any second now.
“ask nicely.”
“just fuck me, please.”
she hummed, moving a little which made him perk up because he thought she was going to fuck him now, only for his hopes to die when she stayed in the exact same spot in between his legs.
“no, not unless you stop being a fucking brat for once.” she said with a firmer tone now, “or do you want me to fuck the attitude out of you?”
“thank you.” zayn mumbled against y/n’s neck softly, licking over the bite wound he left gently. she hummed softly and sat up in his lap, leaning in to press her lips to his in a quick kiss, licking away the leftover blood on his lower lip.
“you’re so needy sometimes.” she murmured and he rubbed his nose against her cheek, smiling.
