WARNING: Ok this contains very sexual scenes, references, and language. I warned you so please no hating or reporting. If you are not confortable reading it...Don't read it. If you are then enjoy my lovelies:) xoxoxoxo. Just so we are clear...I WARNED YOU!!! Enjoy.;)
You getting ready for a movie night with the hottset and sexiest man alive. He was the bad boy in your school. He was covered in tattoos and sleek black hair pulled up into a seducing quiff. All the girls desired for his attention. The look he gave you with those chocolate brown eyes just made you shudder. His name is Zayn. Zayn Malik. And he's mine. All mine.
You start by letting the warm water of the shower cleanse your body of all the days labors. You were more than eager to get to his flat. You enjoyed spending time with Zayn. He has this mysterious side to him that always kept you guessing about how he viewed you as a girlfriend.
You grab the shampoo bottle and squirted some of the strawberry scented mixture through you cherry red hair. You turn off the shower and grab a towel from the rack and wrap it around your wet body. You walk to you wardrobe and grab a grey aeropostale shirt imprinted with leopard printed spots that shows probably way too much cleavage, but I didn't mind, and a pair of grey skinny jeans to match. You grab a pair of black and blue converse and curl your hair at the ends alittle. You put on alittle of mascara and eyeshadow to bring out your medium chocolate brown eyes.
You take one overlook of yourself and approve confidently. You grab your cell and car keys from the night stand and head out the door for alone time with Zayn.
The drive normally takes 5-10 minutes giving that Zayn lived down the block. You parallel parked across the street from his flat and climbed the staricase to his door. You knock and faintly hear noise coming from the other side of the door. You wait anxiously and the door swung open to the smiling face of your badboy Zayn.
"Katie!!!" "Zayn!!"He pulls you into a bone crushing embrace and without hesitation you hug him back.
He relases you from his grip and moves aside for you to enter his flat. You turn your head from side to side observing the scenery of the place and moving in the peripherial of your eye you see movement in the living area. You recognize who it was immediately. It was Liam, the star member of the lacross team. You knew Liam from around school and such. And next to Zayn, Liam was the hottest guy in school. You've seen him shirtless and phewww....I'd love a peice of that. Even though you were with Zayn, you had sick sexual frustration toward him. Have his massive hands grip your waist and rock you with his cock. He looked at me and seemed to freeze.
LIAMS POV-
Damn Katie looked hot. More than usual actually. I've seen her around the school with Zayn and my blood just boils. She should be mine. How her red hair flows effortlessly onto her face and down her back. Her shirt showed a lot of cleavage and it just made my mouth water and my cock rise with excitment. She looked and seemed to examine me in the same manor. She bit her lip seductively and looked down below my waist and smirked. Zayn took notice of both of our actions and gave me a smirk. I returned it and looked back at her.
"Sorry Katie. Liam asked if he could stop by and talk about stuff. I know I promised we were going to be alone an-" "No it's ok. I don't mind." she answered all to quickly, eyeing my up and down and biting her lip. I want her. I sunk into the couch and slouched in my spot. She and Zayn came and sat down on the other side of the couch and snuggled in close to eachother, wrapping his arm securely around her waist.
YOUR POV-
You are snuggled into Zayn and you're right in the middle of the movie. Occasionaly I would sneak glances over at Liam and he would do the same. Everytime I moved closer to Zayn he would flinch or move rather uncomfortably in his spot. But his bulge seemed to be getter bigger and as I became wetter. You thought you'd up the anty and decided to tease him. You looked up at Zayn and swiftly straddled him.
