donât blame me - z.k.
based on Donât Blame Me by Taylor Swift
Your love made me crazy.
He knew how he made me feel. He was the blood running through my veins.
I stared as he sauntered towards me, he caught every girls eye. He had that impact when he came into any room. A smirk rose across his face. It seized my heart, into a net like a goldfish.
âHey, beautifulâ His voice was deep and husky. He knew exactly how I liked it. How I craved it. How I yearned for it. He drew his hand towards my lips, he glazed it softly. A whimper fled through my lips.
âI need you to moan my name,â He asked, bestowing me a lustful expression.
âY/N!â Taking me out of my thoughts, I heard my friends. Zion was still there, he didnât move. I glanced behind him to see my friends waving at me.
âYou planning to leaveâ They asked. All the other girls who were watching Zion with thirsty looks, watched waiting for a reply.
âYou go ahead, Iâll meet you in a bit-â
He shook his head. âIâm not sure I would be done in a few minutes, I have to take my damn timeâ He looked me up and down. âI have to make my markâ He chuckled.
God. All the things I want that man to do to me.
âIâll meet you home tomorrowâ I quickly responded.
âSheâs gone too far this timeâ I heard my friends mutter, they thought I hadnât heard. I looked back at Zion, who smiled, clearly proud of himself. Well they arenât wrong.
Donât blame me your love made me crazy.
âLetâs go somewhere, private?â I asked him. He laughed, I tilted my head to the side and smiled softly, watching him laugh. Lord save me.
Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around his torso. I reached down to taste his lips against mine. I knew there were people watching us but I couldnât give a fuck.
Before I knew it, he threw me on to the bed.
He crawled towards me, I briskly was about to remove my dress when his hands grabbed mine to stop me.
âI want toâ He began kissing my neck, causing me to moan louder with each kiss.
I felt him begin to unzip my dress. His touch was cold against my bare skin. He carefully undid my bra, and watched it drop. His hands began to explore my bare body, and I gave in to him as if he was my drug.
I woke up to see a damn angel asleep. He was beautiful.
I stared at him, when the clock began buzzing which sent us both up. I quickly stood up, which he woke up to the movement. I was wearing a satin lingerie, he sat up to get a better look.
âAre you planning on not leaving my room?â
I spun around, âHuh?â
âIf you look like that, you arenât going to be leaving this fucking room.â He stood up from the bed, walking towards me and smiling. He knew what he wanted. He pushed me towards the wall, I let out a gasp. Suddenly I heard someone banging on the door.
âZion!! We need are going out! Are you done?â He moved away from me.
âI have to goâ he rolled his eyes.
I stood against the wall, trying to get my composure back. I didnât want him to leave.
âShould I walk you to the front door, mamas?â
He questioned. Waiting for my response. He stood there with his arms crossed. He was shirtless, with boxers. His tattoos were perfectly done. I walked towards him.
âWithout a round 4?â I pouted. He stood there, his eyes were filled with lust.
I stalked over to him. My hand started to touch his chest, going down to his boxers.
He gave a smirk and brought me up to his height.
âOh baby-â he began.













