Three Way Relationship

94 - Wasted

Justin's POV

After an hour or two, Niall and Zayn were completely drunk, giggling and making inappropriate jokes to each other. Some pointed at me, which made no sense.

I was tired, tucked under the blanket and still in Zayn‘s lap as he rambled to Niall about places he wanted to have sex. I rolled my eyes a few times when he'd mentioned idiotic places. 

"On top of the Eiffel Tower," Zayn slurred with a giggle, hugging me closer, "Th-That would be," hiccup, "Romantic, and I'd take you and Justin out to dinner before-"

Niall placed a hand over Zayn‘s mouth, "Sh!" Niall hushed Zayn, "Y-You gotta be spon-Spontaneous, and," Niall's voice was as slurred Zayn‘s, "A special surprise, Zaynie."

Zayn gasped, "Oh sorry!" He pouted, leaning down and peppering my face in kisses.

I groaned, scrunching up my face in distaste of the sloppy kisses over my face.

"Pretend I didn't say that." Zayn smiled lazily.

I shivered a bit, nodding my head at him as they both continued to ramble.

It was pretty cold, and dark. The car was playing some of the radio softly in the background, but it was barely audible with Zayn and Niall yacking their heads off in their drunk state.

They'd gone through nearly all the alcohol Zayn bought earlier, and I wasn't allowed to touch it.

I could feel Zayn randomly begin kissing my neck, and I knew at this point, the alcohol had set sexual tensions higher.

I swallowed, not sure whether I should tell him to stop, since he was piss drunk, or let him be, because shit, it was turning me on.

"You're so sexy, Baby..." Zayn purred in my ear, and I blushed.

Its not that I was flustered over the compliment, but the way he'd said it, I knew he wanted to talk dirty, and that's something I didn't know anything about.

Niall sat there, sipping on the vodka bottle, his eyes glued on us, and he had a smirk sitting on his lips.

It was a sexual smirk, the one you do when you're looking at someone you like, and dirty thoughts cloud your mind effortlessly.

Zayn‘s hands were now rubbing circles into my hip, his fingers slipping under the bands of the sweats and teasing the skin with a massage.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and I bit down to contain it.

"Z-Zayn, I think you should stop." I moaned softly, my cheeks reddening more and more.

"Why?" Zayn licked along my ear, "Just let Daddy take care of you."

I wasn't sure if I heard right. Did Zayn just refer to himself as 'Daddy'?

Zayn slowly grinded against me, and I let out a squeal of surprise, not sure what I was supposed to do now.

"I-I, Zayn, you're drunk..." I blushed, now fully awake.

"I know, I know," Zayn muttered in my ear, "But I promise to take care of you like I always will, just... please?" Zayn groaned softly, his hands slipping into my pants as he randomly stuck a finger inside me.

I widened my eyes comically, it stung lightly, and I gripped Zayn‘s legs roughly.

"Zayn-"

"Its okay baby." Zayn hushed me, thrusting his finger, while adding another.

That's when I knew I needed to say something, because it was hurting, since he'd used no lubrication, "Zayn! Stop!" I winced.

"What's wrong?" Zayn continued to do it, and I'd be fucked if I was going to let it continue - I really didn't intend a pun.