zlatan imagine/ sneak peek

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opening the door, you look at zlatan's concerned face. "zlatan, you embarrassed me out there."  

"i didn't mean to y/n- it's just i need to-"

"shut up zlatan." you angrily repled, "your stupid internet personality makes your ego seem as high as cristiano's" 

he looks down to you, pleading with his eyes, "y/n, please. i'll do anything to apologize"

"zlatan," you start moving closer to him, "i don't even know if i want to tell the public about us anymore."

you shed a few tears before zlatan bends down to you, and in return you kiss him passionately

kissing back, you two move over to a couch

as he stands over you, he pushes away, "y/n, i- " worriedly looking around the room, he remembers how you told him that you weren't willing to do that kind of stuff yet.

"i'm ready." you say, looking him in his eyes

"are you sure? i really don't want to hurt you."

you look up to him, slowly tracing your hands down his body

him, turning a shade of pink, takes off his button down shirt in response

starting to kiss again, he starts to passionately make out with you

"zlatan.. how will we tell them.." 

"they don't have to know, besides, it's just an internet personality."

zlatan crouches down to the floor, "open them." he demands

"and if i dont?" you say, trying to stay cool

he nonchalantly looks, "i'll just force them open myself." 

you gulp before he opens your legs, delicately moving his fingers under your dress to your lingerie

"it seemed like you were waiting for this." he says, giggling

he slowly took off your dress, making you beg "please zlatan, don't tease me."

listening to your words, he finishes, leaving you in just your undergarments.

"are you sure you want me to do this, y/n? i'm a little harsh for a first time."

"it's fine, let's just make a safe word then."

"how about... navy?" he says, looking at the color of your dress

you nod before he slowly moves his head in between your thighs, moving away the last piece of clothing

eagerly staring at him, he starts teasing you

he puts his hands on your waist, giving you soft kisses until just right above where you want him to go

each kiss let a little groan escape your mouth, as you grew desperate for him to finally go down

he stared for a second, before slowly moving his tongue up and down, tasting you 

....- hiding this part, wait for the actual book to come out first-...

you look back at zlatan, pressing his hard-on up next to you

"you ready to take it?"

gulping, you nod your head before he slips it in gently

he presses just the tip, leaving you groaning for more

"zlatan" "i-" "please."

astonished by your eagerness, he gently slides his length all the way it, testing if you can handle it, letting out a huge "fuck." as he enters

he starts softly rocking against you, making sure you're ok

for a guy who's 6'4, you definitely should've expected his sheer size

grasping around your waist, zlatan presses harder into you, letting out all his frustrations from his stupid fake ego for the media

"i wish i would've never said that about you, y/n. you're the most precious thing in my life and i don't know what i'd do without you."

"zlatan it's-"

"i wish i would've just stayed normal zlatan, but no, i had to get ahead of myself once again."

"zlatan- i'm gonna"

"y/n, i wish i would've just told them how i felt about you."

"fuck-" you say, losing your ability to speak for a second due to bliss

"y/n? can you speak? i'm worried i did too much-"

"ohmygod." you say, panting

moving over to a nearby wall, you moan "zlatan, please."

he walks over to you, sticking two of his fingers in you, licking the result of what he had done

"y/n, i didn't get to finish, may i?"

mumbling, you reply, "yes- pl-ease."

..hiding, again..

"y/n, use your words"

out of breath, you reply"can't- na-vy- please- no-stop."

"i'm so sorry y/n, i never should've done that to you."

before you can reply, you flop over on the bed, tired and sweaty, ready to go to sleep."