He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 58: Halloween pt. 2

Had to re-write some of it because it got restricted idk... 

This chapter is just gross sorry... [ ;) ]

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- "Where are we going?" she groans and tries to object and walk in the opposite direction to make me let go of her. 

- "Home," I say and open the car door for her and help her step in.


- "Already?" she smiles mischievously and I give her a weird look. Ok then..? She's beyond wasted.

 - "You need to sleep. No funny business," I say, but she keeps the mischievous smile on her face. I seriously doubt I have even seen that smile before.


- "Right Zayn," she says and pronounces my name really weird and giggles but I can't help but smile. She's sort of adorable when she's drunk. Difficult, but adorable.  


- "Really. You are way too drunk," I chuckle and quickly send Liam a text, saying that Zoe and I have left and if he could please tell Louis or Harry.


- "Zehn, Zean, Zen, Zaain," she laughs as I support her weight as she walks. "It's a strange name actually," 
I give her a strange glance as I pull out on the road. Did she just insult my name?


The drive only takes 2 minutes, and I have to help her out of the car again after I park the car outside my complex, that's how drunk she is.


I practically have to carry her up the stairs and into my flat, where I gently put her on the carefully made bed before I take off our jackets and hang them on the coat hanger before returning to my room.


He dress has scooted up on her bum, revealing her black lace underwear, but she doesn't seem to notice or  pull it back down. 


- "I'm not tired," she groans. 


- "You need to rest anyway,"


I don't know whether I should undress her or not, I mean the dress doesn't look that comfortable but I'm not sure taking it off of her would be the best idea ever since she is already eating me up with her eyes.


I get her a glass of water from the kitchen before I lie down beside her, whereas she instantly presses her lip against mine her hand flat on my torso on top of my shirt as she giggles into my ear. Undressing her would definitely be a bad idea. 

Her fingers claw at my shirt as she slips her tongue into my mouth and my stomach tightens, reminding me that I really have to stand my case if I don't wanna give in to her travelling hands. 


I carefully kiss her back for a minute or so, feeling her getting more and more into it, before I pull away as her hand rake down my stomach and stop at my groin, trying to unbuckle my jeans. 


- "Woah there," slightly surprised, I prop myself up on my elbows. "No you're drunk, I can't," I mutter, but I can't help but laugh as I brush her hands that are searching for the zipper of my jeans off of my lap. 
Fuck what is she doing!?


- "No I'm not," she slurs and giggles again.


- "Yes you are, I can't do this," I laugh. She can't even sit straight.


I don't want to take advantage of her while she's drunk and I'm not, knowing that she is probably not completely sure of what she is doing because of all the liquor she has consumed. 

She drunkenly pushes me down on the bed and send me a sexy gaze as she crawls on top of me with one legs on each side of me, while I just lie there, suddenly unsure what to do. 


I notice that the left strap of her dress has fallen down her shoulder and her hair falls into her face. She looks so fucking hot, even in this state and I feel her hair tickling my skin as she leans down to kiss me. 


The kiss tastes sweet like fruit and alcohol, and her tongue slips into my mouth white both of her hands are buried into my hair, tugging at the roots. She kisses down my jawline ans she whimpers into my ear when she grinds herself against my crotch area. 
Fuck.


I try to keep my hands off of her, trying not to get too worked up and I squeeze my eyes closed, desperately trying to prevent myself from getting hard. 


Too late though. My mind might say no, but my body already starts to react to the slight friction of Zoe slightly rubbing herself against me, as I feel how I slowly grow and harden right where her she sits.
How could I not enjoy this!?


- "See, you like it!" she removes herself a bit and points at my obvious boner with a wicked grin on her face.


Well fuck yes I do! 
- "Zoe. No," I mutter qietly, realizing that I don't really want her to hear it.


And maybe she doesn't because she runs her hand down my chest, her hand briefly roaming my crotch, the arousal flooding my body as she squeezes, and I can't help but allow myself to enjoy it before she tugs at my shirt, clumsily starting to unbutton it, whereas I choose to help her or she'll end up breaking it. 


My shirt now on the floor, she palms my crotch again with a grin on her face and my breathing staggers as I feel the waves of pleasure coursing through me. 


- "Zoe.." I groan, wanting her to stop while I still have some self control, but she takes it the wrong way and eagerly starts to open my pants. I don't stop her, I can't. Seriously.


She struggles with the button, frowning her forehead, but quickly zips them down before her slender fingers start pulling them down.


I help her, as I scoot down the the end of the bed, and place my feet on the floor, looking up in the ceiling as she pulls my jeans down while sitting on the floor on her knees in front of me, and indistinctly I separate my legs slightly so that she can get access to me. Oh my god.