Dirty Zayn Imagine
*Zayn’s your CEO/secret boyfriend and one night, you two have a passionate night in his office.*
I gasped loudly as I was slammed against a wall. His lips found mine in a rough act of passion. His tongue showed no room for dominance on my behalf and I submissively obeyed. My hands weaves through his short dark hair as his hands undid my dress zipper on my side. When I head the zip stop, letting me know that it was completely unzipped, I was lifted again and carried across the room.
He held me in the air, our lips still attached, as his arm threw everything off his desk. I was lain on the cool desk and his lips pulled away from mine.
Pants filled the air as I reached for his shirt and he slid my dress off. I was left in my black panties and strapless purple bra, and his eyes raked my body. I started with his belt that held up his black slacks as he attached his lips to my neck. I threw his belt to the ground and it joined my dress, his blazer, his white undershirt, and his tie on the floor. My hands stopped and slid up his bare back and into his hair. He sucked harshly, causing me to moan loudly.
He started to gently massage my breasts through my bra. I was a moaning mess, to overwhelmed in pleasure to focus on anything else. He suddenly stood with a low groan and slid his pants down. As he kicked his pants off of his ankles, his hand disappeared into my panties. My mouth opened, but no noise came out. His other hand unclasped my bra and before I had time to be jealous, his lips were wrapped around my left nipple.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
I could feel his hard erection against my thigh as his fingers worked my hardening clit. He drew figure eights as he altered nipples with his hot mouth.
He once again pulled away, making me groan in frustration. But he yanked my panties off and slammed me against his glass window. The cool glass ensured that my nipples would remain hard as my breasts were smashed against the glass. I had no time to bask in the coolness as I felt his bare erection grind against my bare ass.
He repeated the tortuous action again before lining his moist tip up with my gushing entrance. As he slowly slid in, my moan was joined with a long groan.
“Zayn please. Please…”
“(Y/N),” he moaned.
He started thrusting in and out of my tight passage and with each firm thrust I was pushed against the glass.
He leaned down and started whispering dirty things into my ear, bringing my climax closer and closer. He grabbed my hair and gently but firmly yanked me back, my head resting against his shoulder, hands against the glass window for all of the dark city to see. He quickened his pace and roughly scraped a sensitive place deep inside of me, causing me to clamp down around his hard dick. He groaned loudly and adjusted his hips so that that spot was always satisfied.
“Zayn, I-I’m so close. Zayn! Zayn please…”
“I know, (Y/N). I can feel you.”
I sucked in a harsh breath as I felt the tightness deep in my stomach become painfully tight and with two more harsh thrusts, I was pushed over the edge.
I screamed loudly as my walls nearly strangled Zayn, my body trying to keep him there to ride out my orgasm, but Zayn never stopped thrusting until he twitched the surged his seed deep into my womb. His hips jerked at awkward angles uncontrollably and his body hunched over, resting on mine. Our sweaty body, exhausted from the energy we’d just spend, rubbed against each others with every loud pant. I rested my sweaty cheek on the window, and Zayn gently rested his body on mine.
Once our breath had returned, he slowly slid out of me and started chuckling.
“What?” I asked still a little winded. He pointed out the window and there was a guy roughly jerking staring at us.
My faces heated up and I dashed to hide behind a chuckling Zayn.
•+• this sucks, it’s short, and it’s unedited. BUT, I will be posting AT LEAST one of each boy (maybe even some 5SOS) because my birthday is Tuesday and I haven’t posted all year, SUPER SORRY! Have a nice day/night/afternoon!•+•
