Zayn
Kissing Stella was not a part of my plan, rather seeing her at the lot so early was a surprise. But then again she's Stella- the queen of fucking virtue. Being early is something she would carry out often.
After having the taste of Stella's lips I couldn't be more sure that I wanted to taste all of her. She is a poison. Surging in my veins is the longing for her touch and my heart being completely rendered is intoxicated by her. Feeling this hellbent need is fucking miserable. I can't focus on shit. My life revolves around Stella, that is.
I step into the shower as thoughts of Stella naked pressed against the wall of the shower start piling up- which only makes me fucking hard. It's now that I free myself of any exasperation and let my fantasies come alive. I imagine Stella's perfect body fall in front of me, on her knees, her mouth lined up before my cock. My hand shoots for my bugling buddy and I start pumping as Stella's beautiful lips wrap around me delivering pure bliss. She takes me in whole and my hand is forced to increase its pace. Her fingers glide across my abdomen and latch onto my balls. Fuck.
I envision her hair tightly wrapped around my fist as she blows harder by the second bringing me closer to my release. I drive my hand faster chasing the feeling of the actual Stella on me. A groan escapes my throat as I come all but thinking of fucking Stella.
***
It's a usual weekday for me- driving around the city and consuming more alcohol than necessary. I check my phone for the time, it's 3:30 in the evening as I pull over outside around the corner, a cafe the group likes to hangout at after school.
I'm getting out of my car when I spot long brunette hair hanging over a perky ass in the opposite direction. Stella was walking away with a girl beside her. Fuck. God really does love playing shitty games with me, coincidences happen but not at the rate of me and Stella bumping into each other every other day.
Before I can actually make sense of the situation a paper flies out of a file in her arm. I bolt towards it to catch it but before I can get my hands on it, a guy cuts my way and picks up the paper. "Hey!" He calls, "You dropped this." Anger boils inside, I was going to smash this motherfucker this instant. I snatch the paper from his hand, "Stella!"
The guy pins me with a stare having no idea who he is fucking with. My hand shoots up to grab his collar, "Stay the fuck away from her or choose to die." Every words spills out of my mouth like venom, slowly and deadly. He shakes his head with disdain in eyes before I set I his collar free and he walks away for his own good.
Stella's head spins around just in time before she could witness how I could kill a guy if he so much so as breathed the same air as her. A laugh escapes her as she sees me.
The girl beside her looks horrified, gaping back and forth between me and Stella with her mouth wide open. She looks like she could stuff ten fucking dicks with how wide her mouth opens. Stella shoos her off and comes walking toward me.
"Just the person I was looking for!" She smiles at me as a mock gesture. I return an as saccharine upturn of my mouth to her. Her eyes linger at me expectantly before she asks, "What are you doing here?"
"You dropped this." I advance the sheet towards her. "Oh why thank you! I didn't think you had it in you to be sweet enough to fetch a peice of paper for anyone, let alone me." Her tone is calm but lethal, keeping in mind all the people around us.
"Only for you," I wink.
She gets lost in her train of thought, "I think it's in our best interest to stay away from each other." Her abrupt words don't make sense to me.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because we hate each other," she states obviously.
"Really?"
"No. I can't stop thinking about you and your presence is too overwhelming. I can't sleep or eat. You're on my mind every single second." Fuck knows my stomach flips, my heart is out of it's place doing a series of continuous somersaults. I never imagined in my wildest fucking dream how much those words would turn me on.
"There is nothing to get happy about!" Her eyes shoot arrows at the smirk displayed on face I didn't even knew had appeared. "I'm playing with you."
"Haha. Very funny. So am I." My voice comes out flat and annoyed. She rolls her eyes and turns around, walking away not knowing how much her joke fucking hurt.
"Such an asshole." I hear her whisper to her friend.
"I hate you too." I shout, at which she scoffs and turns around halfway while walking to give me a laugh. That goddamn laugh got my heart to race faster than a fucking cheetah. I almost smile in return but it's not physically possible for me to smile so I just frown.
After Stella disappears from my sight, I make my way to the cafe where everyone is already seated on a table in the corner. I take a chair next to Dan without a word or greeting to anyone.
"Hello to you too." Sicily says without sparing a glance my way, her eyes attached to her fucking phone that has bright pink cover on which makes me want to throw up as she sips on her coffee and types something away on her screen. I ignore her comment and retrieve my own phone from my pocket.
The group slips into a casual conversation that I don't even bother listening to. My thumbs swipes from one image to another, my eyes focused on the naked girls showing on my screen. It used to be fun recieving the most nudes of girls in the whole college and getting to choose which one I wanted to fuck but none of these girls appear even slightly hot or attractive to me anymore. There's only one person I wish I could see naked, not even naked, just see. Stella.
Before I could dive into my ocean of thoughts about Stella, a waiter appears with the everyone's order. He places a cup each in front of everyone. "The usuals" he says and leaves.
The staff here knows us well here since we've been visiting this place for everyday meet-ups for years now. They even have a shit spot in the corner resevered for us anytime we come. The amount of bullshit and fights we've pulled here are innumerous but we're the ones who practically run this place for them so they don't ever kick us out. If not for us this shithole would've been closed a long time ago.
Brain lights up a cigarette and passes it to me. I suck in a hard gush, the familiar smooth feeling of scratchyness in my throat and something other than air filling up my lungs hits me. I sigh closing my eyes relishing the soothing burn my in my throat and lungs.
"Ooops! I've got the wrong one. Zayn I think you might wanna exchange..." Nat clears her throat winking, "your drink." Her shrieky voice makes my ears bleed. A sudden urge to fucking kill her and decompose her skank of a body with acid takes over me. She's such an annoying whore I could cut that mouth of her face.
She reaches over the table, displaying all of her cleavage in line with my sight purposely for me to acknowledge but all I feel is fucking disgusted. Her stick-like fingers trade the cups as she fits her pathetic ass back in her chair.
I roll my eyes at which she smiles and makes me want to choke that breath right out of her.
"So who was that girl you ran after outside? Some whore you fucked? It looked like something fishy though. You were grinning like a kid with chocolate." Fucking wench. As soon as my mind comprehends those words shocks of pure rage are sent through my body. The fucking audacity. Only if she knew what she had just done.
"Not all girls are sluts like you!" I stand on my feet with so much force that the chair goes flying away behind me. My palms slap the wooden table causing everyone to jump, the sound echoes in the whole cafe catching attention, ask me if I give fucks about attention. "Mind your own fucking business or I swear you'll regret every breath you take." With that I storm out leaving everyone gaping.
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
