1D smut book

zarry - "rock me i'm legal"

credits: littlebitofharry (tumblr)
warnings: smut, dom/sub, threesome
word count: ~ 3k

"Harry and Zayn - Rock Me, I'm Legal!" I made the sign as a joke, really; I never thought that any of the boys would actually take notice of my poster in the crowd, or that Harry would end up pointing it out to Zayn on stage.

I didn't think for a second that Zayn would look past the sign to see me holding it and that he would stop in his tracks and stare, his hazel eyes drinking me in like a tall glass of water from my prime second row seats.

I also didn't expect for a security guard to approach me towards the end of the show and ask me if I wanted to go backstage for a private meet and greet. But most of all, I never anticipated what happened next.

I haven't been waiting in a room off of the stage by myself for long when I hear someone clear their throat from the doorway.

"Cute dress, but it seems a bit slaggy for a family-friendly show, eh Legal?" I turn around at the familiar Cheshire accent and nearly squeal with delight upon seeing Harry stepping into the room with Zayn following closely behind him. While they are even more breathtaking up close and in person than in any photograph I've ever seen, it isn't Harry's tanned biceps or Zayn's sly smile that makes me freeze on the spot - it's the way Zayn is shamelessly eyeing my exposed legs while Harry shuts the door with his foot without taking his green eyes off of me.

"H-hi," I stammer as the boys draw closer to me, my voice coming out barely above a squeak. "My name isn't really Legal though, it's-"

"I don't give a fuck what your name is. Neither does he, do you, Harry?" Zayn questions as he pauses in front of me, his eyes darting down to take in my accentuated chest as it rises and falls rapidly.

"Nope," Harry says slowly as he circles behind me, and I jump as I feel a hand lightly brush a tendril of hair from my shoulder.

"But I would love to know if her carpet matches the drapes. Or maybe there's nothing there at all," Harry's breath hits my neck and I shiver at the sensation and close my eyes tightly, praying this isn't all a dream; it seems too sudden, too surreal to be anything but a figment of my imagination.

"Why are you shaking, love? I thought you wanted us to, what did your sign say, 'rock you'? That is why you're dressed like a whore with your cunt hanging out and perfect tits teasing us, isn't it?" Zayn asks in an innocent voice, but his intentions and words are anything but. I'm still in shock and unable to respond so I open my eyes and nod meekly, in awe of how different Harry and Zayn are now compared to the smiling and cheery singers on stage.

These are not two nice boys who are quiet and polite, these are men; men who are on the prowl, and have chosen me to be their prey.

"Well, Yes. No. I mean, I've been a huge fan for years and I just think that's a great song and you are all really talented," my rambling trails off as Harry chuckles in my ear, leaning himself into my back while Zayn's hand grazes the hem of my dress, effectively leaving me breathless...and very wet.

"That long, yeah? I'm curious, how many times have you touched yourself over those years and pictured my hand there instead? Of Harry's tongue between these soft thighs?" Zayn asks barely above a whisper as his fingers skim the top of my thigh where my red dress meets skin, his hypnotic gaze silently asking for permission he knows he already has.

Zayn's hand continues its dance across my leg as he waits for my answer, but it's when I feel Harry's plump lips caress the top of my shoulder that something awakens within me. The confident woman sleeping inside of me finally emerges in full force, shoving through my shock and putting air back into my lungs.