Dirty Zayn Malik Imagine (( Short ))

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“Hey Malik, instead of looking at me, maybe you should pay attention to your teamates.” I laughed at Zayn as the football hit his shoulder with extreme force.

“Well maybe if you didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be looking.” He winked at me and ran back down the field where the guys were having practice.

“Okay girls, let’s try the pyramid again. This time stick it tight.” I ordered the cheerleaders. I was the captain, so everything I say goes.

Scarce mutters floated around before the girls did what they were told.

There was an hour left of practice, before it was time to go. I walked out to the parking lot to my car. Once I reached it, there he was, leaned up on the side of my car smoking a cigarette. 

“What do you want Zayn?” I walked right past him rolling my eyes, to reach the backseat of the car.

“You.” He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He cratered his head into my neck and started humming lightly. 

“Get off of me.” I pushed him aside and threw my bag in the backseat. I walked around him and got in the car. I started it up and he ran over to the passengers side.

“Get out of my car.” I spoke with an assertive, flirty tone with him.

“I’m coming with you.” He insisted, reaching over towards me and starting to rub small circles on my thighs seen as my legs were already exposed from the shorts I was practicing in earlier.

“No you’re not. Unless you wanna go get tampons together.” I laughed.

“Okay, ew. I didn’t need to hear that.” He removed his hand from me and opened the car door to get out. He closed the door and motioned for me to down the window.

“I’m gonna call you tonight.” He informed.

“And I’m gonna ignore your call like I do every night.” I leaned over and smiled at him. I really loves playing hard to get with Zayn. 

“You wait (Y/N), I’m gonna get you one day, and when I do, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t know what to do.” He smirked at me and walked away. 

All I could do was blush. 

“What do you want Malik?” I answered my phone annoyed.

“I thought you said you was gonna ignore my call.” I could tell he was smiling. “I guess you wanna take up my offer.” I loved how he kept chasing after me, it was pretty cute.

I scoffed and shook my head. “Uhm, no. I just wanted to know what you want.” I told him slickly.

“I want you.” He stated.

“Okay, well good luck with that. Buh-bye now Zaynie darling.” I said sarcastically.

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⏰ Last updated: May 29, 2013 ⏰

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