One Direction: Imagines and Short Story: Clean and Dirty..!

Dirty Zayn Imagine for Marianne

You did not want to be here. That fact you stated over and over while your eccentric yet loving best friends dragged you out into the nightlife. "Guys, I have work. I have to study! These a-levels aren't going to pass themselves!" Your friends just shrugged. You felt crowded and uncomfortable in the club, your tight black dress was suffocating, and the club was to o hot. Staying by the sides, you were content. Your friend Alex was dancing with a blonde guy, and they were obviously enjoying themselves. "His name's Niall." A husky voice said from next to you. You turned, surprised, and saw a gorgeous boy staring at you. "I really... really don't care." "Zayn Malik. You are?" "Leaving." "Oh, don't be like that. Is it that you'd rather have Niall?" "I'd actually rather have no one. I don't even want to be here." Zayn took a step closer to you. "Why is that?"

"I'm stressed and busy." He was right. Beside you now, his eyes probing yours. "Well then, let's go." "Umm, where?" "I'm taking you home." Quicker than a snake, his arms reached towards you and wrapped around your waist. You were going to mumble something, or scream, or fight him, but he was so damn gorgeous. His eyes were searching yours, trying to find any sign of protest. You looked out on the dance floor and your frinds were nowhere in sight.

You turned back to Zayn. "Are you going to tuck me in too?" On the inside, you were shocked. You had never acted like this before. Zayn's wolfike smile grew even larger. "Of course. We all know you're such a good girl." You started feeling very, very, hot. His hands felt like heaven, and this close you could smell the Gucci radiating off him. So, just to solidify the good girl status, you reached over until you could find his chest in the dimness. You heard his breath catch as you slowly made your way down, lingering long enough for him to whimper, but short enough for you to stop going crazy. You reached the hem of his jeans, and could feel his hard on. You smirked at him. Then you were up against the wall, Zayn's strong body lingering over you, hot and intense. His tounge ran all over your neck, and his hands trailed their way to your breasts, fondling them and toying with you. You let out a yelp as he undid your zipper, and licked down your chest swiftly. His tounge lingered all over your nipples until you grabbed his head and looked him in the eyes. "I thought we were going somewhere with this?" You said breathlessly. "Not anymore." He swiftly pushed you onto the floor, and in your current state you didn't care where, and pulled your dress down to your ankles. He straddled your hips, and licked up your stomach, tickling you and making you so wet. His eyes sparkled as he licked lower and lower until he finally reached your opening. He breathed there for some time, lightly licking, making you curse him. Then his hard member slid into you quick and deep. You moaned, and Zayn smiled, leaning forward to give you a long kiss. He continued thrusting into you, getting faster and faster until you orgasmed all over his hard member. He kept going, and you helped him reach his high by rubbing him deeply. He pulled out and helped you get your dress back up, and rearranged himself. "We should do that again." He said as you guys walked back towards the center of the club. "Nope. I don't do that very often." You shook your head. "Well, then, how about we do it the right way?" "The right way?" "You want a drink?"