slut ; zayn malik

06; Anger

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I'm a dom. Always have been, always will be. I can't help my dominance in the bedroom. Especially when the people I sleep with are all high school boys. High school boys are quite selfish when it comes to s ex. They want to get off, but don't care whether you do. I could give a boy the most mind blowing o rgasm, but he wouldn't give two shits whether I got the same or not. Sometimes I'm just like, hey, I just put your p enis in my mouth, could you be a bit more appreciative?

But Zayn was different. When we first met, I was sure he would be submissive and I'd dominate him easily. I was indeed proven wrong.

I'm not sure what it was, but there was something about the way his lips roamed my skin and his hands pinned me down to  the bed that set my hormones on fire. His words echoed in my ear and aroused me to no end.

"Are you sure you're a v irgin?" I panted as he took off my dress with little effort, my keys and phone falling out of my bra. I quickly placed them on the nightstand.

"I guess I'm just a natural. Also, why were your phone and keys in your bra?" He chuckled before kissing down my stomach and reaching right above my panties.

"I'll never forget them if they're in there," I whispered as he stopped his movements.

"I-I've never done this before..." He trailed off, his dominance faltering.

"Don't worry, baby, it's fine," I whispered, simply wanting to be touched. He muttered something along the lines of here we go before placing a soft kiss through the fabric. I gasped before he slipped them down and attached his mouth.

"F uck," I muttered as he worked his mouth against me. "Zayn!" I gasped. His tongue-game was too strong.

"You like that, princess?" He mumbled against me. I moaned at the new name and at the feeling of his tongue brushing my center. I felt my high approaching as Zayn pleasured me. A loud groan escaped my lips as I felt the absence of his mouth.

"What the f uck, Zayn?" I snapped as I rested on my elbows.

"Now, that's no way to talk to me, princess,"He purred, "You can't disrespect me unless you want more punishment."

"I-I'm sorry, sir," I stuttered as he grabbed my arms and held them together above my head.

"I don't have anything to tie you with, so you're going to have to refrain yourself from touching me on your own. Is that okay, princess?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes, what?" He demanded.

"Yes, sir," I whispered.

He lifted his tank top from his body slowly as I clamped my thighs together, my wetness very prominent. His toned torso was exposed along with many other tattoos that adorned it. It was hard to keep my hands where they were when all I wanted to do was ravish his body. His shirt was thrown across the room as he went back down to my area.

"S hit," I cursed as he moved his tongue around, making it harder to keep my arms in place. I could feel myself getting closer and closer as Zayn clawed his nails down my thighs and his mouth kept working. With my mind clouded, I moved my hands to his hair and pushed him further against me.

He chuckled before removing himself, denying me yet another o rgasm. I was practically shaking at this point.

"Did you just disobey me, pri-" His words were cut short as the door swung open revealing a very angry Liam. Liam's eyes widened before he let out a sort of angered yell.