One Direction Imagines

Alive; Part 2: Memories

Alive; Part 2: Memories

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"Zayn." He approached me and laid my body across the sheets. His lips traveled everywhere. His eyes, everywhere. His hands...everywhere and more.

"Zayn, just please, get inside me." I begged, not being able to take it all. The heat, his body, my mind...too much.

"Okay." He slipped inside of me and I felt a sharp pain. I took sharp deep breaths, but his face was disappearing.
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"Zayn? Zayn..." I opened my eyes to see him on top of me, moving in and out at a slow pace. He was smirking and I knew exactly what happened.

"Let me make your dreams come true y/n." He whispered, his breathing on my ear as he tugged on my earlobe.

"Zayn, you're just, perfect." He chuckled as I stammered to find words to say that were just as sexy as what he was doing, back.

"You don't even have to speak y/n, and I'm turned on." He whispered, stopping, buried deep inside of me.

"Zayn..." I let my hands grip the ends of his hair and make him look into my eyes with his golden ones.

"Tell me. What does my queen desire?" I shivered at how lustful his voice was, and composed myself.

"Hard, deep, and fast." He smirked.

"My queen knows what she wants. And that's what she shall have." Zayn pulled all the way out, painfully slow, and slammed back in, and kept at a face pace, deeper and deeper for each thrust. The bedpost was hitting the wall, I was in a mess of moans, and Zayn was thrusting mercilessly.

"F.uck, Z-Zayn!" I cried, my hands gripped his flexed biceps that held him above me. The neighbors may or may not hear, but neither of us appeared to care.

"Y/N. My name, my name...just keep saying it. Say something to me." He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched in only a way I could never imagine so sexily.

"Zayn, you feel so good. Zayn, right there. Zayn, just keep hitting there." He kept hitting my sweet spot, and I finally screamed,

"Zayn!" So much pleasure and adrenaline was coarsing through our veins. I hooked my legs around his waist in order for him to come closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we smashed our lips together. His tongue slipped straight inside my mouth and explored every inch, and I let him.

I moaned against his mouth and pulled away.

"I-I-Zayn..."

"Just a little longer, love. Hold it, my queen." I bit his shoulder and clung to it as he continued to thrust. He started to twicth inside me, and his grunt signalled his release. His warmth shot inside of me, I squeezed my eyes shut.

"On three, okay?" He moaned against my ear. I nodded.

"1..." He whispered hotly.

"2..." His fingers squeezed my bum, pressing us even further together.

"3." I couldn't describe the feeling. It was all so much, I couldn't bear to open my eyes.

"Look at me." Zayn begged. I pried open my eyes and laid back against the pillows. I stared at him as he pulled out and landed next to me. He pulled me against his warm chest, his heart beating at a fast pace, gradually slowing.

"Zayn-"

"Don't say anything. Let our memories speak for it." He planted a kiss to my lips and then to my forehead. I was lulled back to sleep by his steady heartbeat.

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The short stories! This wasn't a big part, but just wait.

Be you!
MH xx