A/N sorry for tricking you guys! I love you guys! I'M SOWWY! Not really though, it was funny! :D so since you guys have been waiting so long, I decided to actually post a real chapter! :D love ya's
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*not edited* *and writen on my laptop, cause my wattpad app wasnt working*
*actual chapter 8*
I turn my back to Zayn, as he begs me too forgive him.
"Niiiiiiall, please forgive me. I'll let you give me a blowjobbbbb" the offer was tempting, but I couldn't give up! He burned my god damn clothes! That bastard needs to pay!!!!!!!! Well for a little bit more, I wonder what else he'll offer. " I'll give you a blowjob?"
"nope, you burned my clothes! How do you expect me too forgive you!" I said turning to him for a second, then turning back. Ugh, he won't get me to forgive him that easily! MUAHAHHAHA!
"I'll strip for you?" I will not back down!
"I'll strip for you, and give you a lapdance?" he tries again, but no I'm not budging anything soon.
"I'll strip for you, give you a lapdance and I'll let you burn my favorite clothes?" okay, that's it I can't just not take that offer. It's just to tempting.
"FIIIINE, I FORGIVE YOU!" I turn around, to find him smiling at me victoriously. "now, STTTTRIPPPP!!"
"did I really say I'd strip for you?" he asked, him eyes wide. Muahahha!
"yes, and a lap dance, and I also get to burn your favorite outfit!" I grinned at him, oh I'm loving this.
"what have I gotten myself into" I heard him mutter quietly under his breath, little fucker! I hear him sigh before getting up and standing in front of me. "so, how do you want me to do this?"
"where you are is fine, very slowly, start with your shirt, then pants, then underwear, then come give me a lapdance" I smile at him sweetly.
*Zayn's POV*
"where you are is fine, very slowly, start with your shirt, then pants, then underwear, then come give me a lapdance" he smiled sweetly at me, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that I don't have a choice. fuck. I can't get myself out of this one.
I bring my slightly shaking hands up to my shirt, and slowly start to unbutton the first button.
"get more into it baby, shake those hips!" I hear Niall yell at me, and that's exactly what I do.
I start shaking my hips a bit, as I finish with all the buttons and, slowly, slip my shirt off. I start rubbing my chest up and down a bit, before fiddling with my pants button. I, slowly, pop it open and unzip my pants, letting them fall to the ground before stepping out of them. I start playing with the straps of my boxers, biting my lip slightly and moaning. I pull my boxers down, stepping out of those as well.
I stride up to Niall in confidence, 'cause I've been told I'm pretty big. I get on to Niall lap, and start grinding my ass on his dick, I slowly start to rub myself up and down. Soon I feel Niall's hands on me.
"eh, eh, eh, this is a lap dance. No touchy" I smirk at him, and he groans but still taking his hands off me though.
I start to get hard, as a start grinding on him harder. I slowly start kissing his neck, leaving love bites here and there. I can feel his dick throbbing underneath my ass, which makes me harder.
"Z-Zayn, I'm so close. P-Please let me touch you!" He whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my face. I nod slowly, and not even a second later, I feel Niall hands start rubbing my body. Niall climaxes there and then, but I'm soon after.
that was the best lapdance I've ever given.
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