Trainspotting for a Heroin Dream

8. Hey Lover (this is more than a crush)

[a/n]: this first part is pretty sexual, so buckle up, buckle up, buckle up!

*Zayn's POV*

Chelsea made it pretty clear that she was pissed at Zayn, because when they got back to her place, she made him sleep on the floor in her bedroom.
Why the floor, he wasn't so sure, but he just wanted to move past their little 20 minute disaster.

They had laid down without a single word to each other. Zayn just didn't know what else to say to Chelsea, even though he had apologized repeatedly. So, instead of thinking over it repeatedly, he shut his eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Zayn was laying down on the floor when he started to hear noises. He didn't want to wake up Chelsea, so he just stayed still. Once again, he heard shuffling noises around the room and it was creeping him out. He tried to get up and alert Chelsea that something might be wrong, but he couldn't get up because one of his hands were stuck. It felt like it was smushed between something and it was slimy and wet.

"Chelsea?" he whispered out, but he got no reply. All he heard was sounds of heavy breathing and moaning. Something was shuffling on the floor and inching closer to him. He looked up and realized that it was Chelsea on the floor, who was motioning herself up and down on her carpet.

"Oh, daddy, your hands are so big, but your fingers are just right," she moaned. It hit Zayn that his hand was between her thighs and his fingers were inside of her. She was forcefully making him pump her up.

"Chelsea, what the fuck are you doing?" Zayn whisper-yelled. When he sat up, she wasn't there anymore, almost as if she was a mirage. He started searching the room for her with his eyes when he found her in the corner. She was sitting with her legs hiked up, her hair down, and her hand rubbing over her panties. The worst part for Zayn was that she was staring dead at him, her mouth agape as she moaned seductively and licked her lips. "It feels better when you do it, daddy."

Zayn was so confused right now. It was getting to his head, and he was so turned on right now, he was willing to do anything she wanted him to do. At the same time, he wasn't too sure if this was all real or not.

He was going to say something to her when he felt something in his mouth. His tongue was wrapped around the object and it tasted smooth and pointy, but it felt so weird. He looked up to see Chelsea with her neck titled back, her back arched, and her chest in his face, meaning it was her nipple that was in his mouth.

"Oh my God, you can suck on these all you want, baby. They're not fake or anything," Chelsea said, rubbing the back of Zayn's neck while she kept repositioning herself on his lap. Then, it his Zayn that she was also riding his penis. He opened his mouth to remove her chest from his lips, but she wasn't there anymore. This time, she was on his right side, licking his cheek slowly and kissing on his neck.

"Don't you want me, daddy?" she whined, rubbing her body against his as she began to kiss his fingers and suck on them. It occurred to Zayn that she had on no bra and he was getting very confused. What the hell was going on?

He turned to ask her, but she was standing in the door way, wearing a tied up, soaking wet t-shirt and a black tutu.

"Cheksea?" he questioned. She said nothing, and from where Zayn was sitting, it looked like there was two of her.

"Come play with us, daddy, forever and ever," they cooed in unison. Zayn was just absolutely confused. Maybe the waitress spiked my water, he thought to himself. He couldn't differentiate the reality from the delusion. They got on their hands and knees and started crawling towards him, one kissing his lips while the other one sucked his dick.
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Zayn walked out of the bedroom feeling like shit. He hardly got any sleep due to last night's events. It felt so real, but it seemed like it was all a dream.