can somebody do one where zayn is a drug dealer and y/n is a customer..(;
Can someone do one where y/n and Zayn get into a huge fight and y/n tells to Harry to come over for comfort and end up having sex, and Zayn walks in on them, and they all just have one big threesome. omg I need this.
First time submitting.
Twelve am (or, midnight) – an apartment
A cold breeze found its way through the window, chilling him to the bone and causing him to suck in an angry gasp of air through his teeth. His right hand combed through his hair while he stared at the girl in front of him, the girl with the huge eyes and desperate smile, the girl with the addiction. She stared back at him as if she could hear his thoughts, and her eyes narrowed suddenly as if to say, I only have one addiction, and it’s you.
But he didn’t know that.
She sat down on the mattress by his feet and nodded her head to the joint rolled between his fingertips. His eyes followed her gaze and he nodded, not speaking, and sat down beside her. The weight of his body caused a comfortable shift on the mattress. They leaned on each other unconsciously aware of their touching, too eager to get the high they both came here for.
A/N: So this is for the request with Zayn coming home late and dry humping (Y/N) in his underwear until she wakes up. I broke it into two parts, so here’s Part One, I should probably have part two up later. Enjoy!
I hated when our recording sessions ran late, but if all the boys were harmonizing perfectly and we were on a roll, we might as well take advantage of it.
“Alright boys. I think that’s enough for tonight. Dismissed.” the recording manager spoke over the intercom.
We all groaned and got up from our stools positioned in front of the microphones, stretching our backs and rubbing our fatigue-plagued eyes.
“‘Ey Zayn. You wanna come with Niall and I to go get a bite to eat?”
I turned to my curly-haired band-mate and shook my head. “Nah. (Y/N)’s probably waiting for me and I just really need to get some sleep.”
They chuckled, “Right, sleep. That’s what you’re gonna get. Well anyways see ya’ later, and give (Y/N) a kiss from us.”
I nodded as he walked out the door. “‘Kay sure thing. See you.”
I fished around in my pocket looking for my phone. I pulled it out, saw it was 3:15 a.m., and saw I had missed a few messages from (Y/N).
“Can’t wait ‘till you come home tonight. Wearing your shirt ;) xo”
“It’s getting late and I’m getting a little … excited. When are you coming home? xo”
“I’m going to bed baby. Love you. Good night <3 xo”
I groaned, partly because I was angry that I made her wait so long and because I could now feel blood flooding my lower region, causing my sweats to slowly begin to bulge as I imagined her beautiful body lying in bed, a pillow between her legs trying to wait for me. I could picture her hair ruffled from running her hand through it too much, trying to focus on the tv when she just couldn’t.
I sprinted towards my car, got in and sped home, trying to clear the pictures of (Y/N) from my head before I got too distracted.
When I reached the house I slid the key into the lock, and quietly pushed it open, desperately hoping for it not to wake my sleeping beauty. Once in, I closed the door and flicked the lock, listening to the familiar click before walking to our bedroom.
The house was warm, warm enough to make me shed my shirt within three minutes of being inside. I peered into the room to see (Y/N) in my shirt like she said, but it had been lifted to reveal her entire lower back and lower half of her. I could see a faint sheen of sweat covering her skin that was illuminated by the street lamp from across the way. My eyes traveled down her back and rested on her butt that was clad in my favorite thong, black lace with little gold accents from Victoria’s Secret; the one I bought her.
I smiled devilishly and walked to the thermostat, lowering the temperature to a chilly 65 degrees. I walked back into the room and stripped down to my underwear, my hard on finally getting some room, then patiently waited on the chair for the A/C to chill the house. When (Y/N) started dreamily searching for the sheets that I had pulled away, small whimpers and protests fell from her lips, my name among the erotic noises. I groaned and teased myself though my underwear, palming myself as she squirmed around on the bed in front of me,absolutely innocent.
Finally she gave up and curled into a ball on my side of the bed, forcing me to suppress a smile that was threatening to break across my lips. I got up and walked over to her, practically levitating into the bed behind her.
“(Y/N)…” I whispered, not receiving an answer. “I’m home, baby. Sorry I’m late.” I continued, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
I curled my body into her, wrapping my arms and legs around her protectively, trying to warm her up again. She sighed dreamily, then returned to her rhythmic sleepy breathing. As I tried to fall asleep, my eye caught a little bullet-shaped toy on my bedside table; her vibrator.
She had teased herself waiting for me. I bit his lip as I saw (Y/N) writhing on the bed alone, her hand rubbing her breast and her lips repeatedly moaning my name when I wasn’t here for her. I felt my dick grow harder, now straining against my underwear, and if I didn’t release soon, I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight.
I craned my neck to check if she was awake, satisfied that she wasn’t, and slowly rolled my hips into her perfect bum, gruffly letting out a low moan. I pulled back and rolled into her again, my lust slowly consuming me as my hips rolled into her at a more frequent pace.
Then (Y/N) started fidgeting around in my arms and I froze and rolled away from her, afraid that I had been caught. Once I rolled away, she freely shifted around so she was now lying on her back, her hair splayed across the pillow next to her.
I smiled, I am definitely having fun with her now.
I pushed up and crawled over to where she was laying, gently lowering myself so that I was pressed against her body, but lightly enough so she felt none of my weight on her. Using my knee, I nudged her legs open, settling comfortably between her legs, then pressing my hips against hers.
Watching her face, I slowly rolled my hips against her scantily-clad core, suppressing a moan that almost fell from my lips. I paused and waited for a reaction, and then repeated my action, dipping my hips to directly rub against her little clit. I did this a few times until a gentle moan slipped from her lips, so light that I barely heard it.
As my lust began to gain control of my muscles, I pulled back and slowly pulled her thong down her legs, tossing them to the floor. I pressed my hips to hers once again but it didn’t feel the same. I glanced down and saw that my Calvin’s had a little wet spot on the front and I knew it wasn’t my precum.
She got wet in her sleep. Ugh. That’s so fucking hot.
I pressed my lips lightly to her neck, my hips now gaining speed. Her dreamy moans became more frequent as well, and the friction between her wet core and my dry underwear accompanied with the delicious dream-moans that were coming from her, I could feel myself gradually approaching my high as I found myself panting her name in her ear.
I turned my head to place another kiss to her jaw but instead found her big brown eyes staring at me.
I seen a request to make a story where Y/N slept naked and is under the covers and Zayn comes early in the morning from work & tries to wake her up by laying on top of her and dry humping her. Could you please attach a picture. Sorry it’s not really that good. It’s my first time really writting one of these. Feedback is always good! :)
can someone make where y/n woke up in the middle of the night really horny and then she texted her boyfriend zayn about it, then she waited for him but niall came and then they you know?
Storyline: You’re Zayn’s fuckbuddy, and you, him and Liam come home from a wild night at Funky Buddha… Zayn puts on your favourite song and things get heated…
It had been a boozy night. And that’s a bit of an understatement. I was pretty sure Zayn, Liam and I had tasted every kind of liquor they had at the Funky Buddha, and somehow, we were still standing upright. Kind of.
“Ouch, Liam, that was my foot!” I giggled when we stumbled into Zayn’s flat, arms around each other’s shoulders and faces close.
“Sorry, Y/N” he drawled, smiling at me while we staggered into the living room. Liam plopped down on the couch while I went over to Zayn, leaning against his hunched back. He was fumbling around with the stereo.
Can someone please write a story where Y/N slept basically naked & is under the covers & Zayn comes early in the morning from work & tries to wake her up by laying on top of her and dry humping in his underwear and so on? Please? Thank you. Xx