birds // hs

4. Gemma *

"D-Don't go over there," Zayn hiccuped as I began stumbling towards the water. "N-No, you c-can't-"

"Shh," I giggled, sighing as my feet submerged in the cool water. My head was spinning and my stomach lurched every time I looked around so I just stared at this one jellyfish floating in the water and tried to stay on my feet.

"Zayn! What the hell?!" Harry's voice boomed across the sand. I wanted to turn around but my jellyfish friend was getting closer and I didn't want to leave him alone. "Rachel, get the hell away from the water!"

"My fr-friend," hiccup "is over here, Harry. Come say hello to him."

"You idiot," Harry growled, shoving Zayn towards a taxi on the curb. "Go home and sober up. I'll get someone to cover your shift tomorrow."

He laughed and I heard Harry slam the door then it was quiet again. I hope he wasn't angry.

"Sunshine, get out of the water," he ordered firmly. "Come here, I'm not angry baby."

I turned around slowly and bit my lip. "Do I have to call you daddy?"

"Don't be a smartass, Rach. Just come with me and I'll take you to get some food, how does that sound?"

"I-I'm going to be sick," I groaned as I fell onto his hard body. "Harry, I feel so sick."

"It's okay, just breathe sweetheart."

His hands rested on my hips and rubbed in soothing circles, which helped the pain subside after only a few short seconds.

"You're easier to deal with when you're drunk," he chuckled, pressing a small kiss to my head.

"And you're a lot nicer when I'm drunk."

"Hm, noted."

He tilted my head up with his index finger and kissed me, his tongue slipping easily between my lips as I moaned softly. "God, daddy."

"Shit, say it again," he muttered, one of his hands sliding between my legs. "Say it again for me, baby girl."

"Daddy, touch me," I mewled quietly. "Touch me daddy, please."

"Good girl."

His lips stayed planted on my neck as he slipped finger inside me, making my knees go weak and my legs turn to jelly as he began pumping it furiously.

"I can't wait for you," he panted, burying another finger inside me. He was inside me all the way up to his knuckles and still curling them so I literally had tears streaming down my cheeks and I was begging for him to stop or go faster or do something.

"I want to come, daddy," I whimpered, digging my nails into his strong back. "Oh my god, I want to explode."

"You want to explode on my fingers, sweetheart? You want me to go faster and make you come all over my hand so I can taste you? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please," I nearly screamed. He chuckled and began tugging on my bottom lip gently as I curled into him, my body wracked with tremors of amazing pleasure as more tears streaked onto my neck.

"Such a good girl for daddy," he praised as he pulled his fingers out of me and fixed my romper. "Mm, and so tasty."

He pushed his fingers past his pouty lips and sucked lightly, making the most delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat as I watched, doe-eyed.

"Come on babe, let's find somewhere more private for you to suck me off."

"Who said I would suck you off?"