Insanely Obsessive {Zayn&Harry} -Bwwm

Three:

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       I look up at Mr. Ma-Zayn, "What do you suppose we do? " He takes my hand, "Come with me. " He leads me upstairs into a big room with a giant bed and a mirror on the ceiling right above it. He brings me to a dresser with a mirror on it. He stands behind me and places me in front of the mirror. "Take off your shirt. " I look at him in the mirror. He looks very serious. "Mr. Malik- " "Zayn. " I take a deep breath, "Zayn, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this. " He smiles, "That's alright. You can leave any time you want. Good luck on the test tomorrow and good luck admitting yourself to Harry. " Crap, can I really do this? I mean Harry cheated on me, but we were 'broken up', however it wasn't an actual break up. If I do this I'll pass my test and get rid of my problem. But how will I live with myself?... Then again it would kill Harry more to know he cheated on me than that I cheated on him... I think. But Harry is so close to Zayn. Zayn is from Bradford England so maybe it won't be so weird if I just think of the accent. What am I saying? That didn't even make sense. Ok, ok, "Harry won't find out? " Zayn shakes his head, "Nope, " he kisses my neck and I feel my pulse pounding against his lips. "And my 'Harry problem' disappears? " He kisses just below my ear and a tingle travels down my body and I gasp a little. "Yep, all gone. " I watch him kissing my body waiting still weighing the options. "And I'll pass the test? " He looks up at me in the mirror, "Yes. Now, I can't take it anymore. Shirt, off, now. "

      I peel of my shirt and stand there awkwardly while he looks at me with the most lustful look in his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes. I think I can do this. He takes off his shirt and there are a few tattoos scattered across his body and then a colorful sleeve going down his arm explaining why he always wears long sleeved shirts at school. "Do you want me to undress you? " I bite my lip nervously and nod my head slowly, I don't exactly know how to undress in a sexy way. He reaches around me gently grazing my skin on the way to the front. He grabs the front of my jeans and unbuttons them. He puts his finger through just under the button and above the zipper touching me in a place that I haven't even let Harry get this close to. He unzips the jeans by dragging his finger down, I can feel him getting hard against me. My breath starts to get heavier as he pulls my pants off of me. From there Zayn takes me away from the mirror and lays me down on the bed just a few feet away. "Toni, you're so, perfect, " he reaches up and grabs my bra. It has five hooks in the front. He unhooks each one by one stopping momentarily between each one. With each one my breathing becomes more and more unsteady. Harry hasn't even seen me in this little clothing before. When he finally takes my bra off I automatically cover myself. "Ah ah ah, I need to see everything. " He takes my arms and moves them away from me. He kisses my waist and then just below my naval. I look up at myself in the ceiling mirror, I barely even recognize myself. Lastly he rolls of the single piece of clothing I have left (after I already took off my socks and shoes). "I'm going to kiss you now, ok? " Before I respond I'm intoxicated by the taste of his lips. He parts my lips with his and I can feel his warm skin graze against mine. He opens my legs and puts them around his waist. I can feel him pressing against me down there and it feels so good. I can feel his boxers bulging and a quiet moan slips out of my mouth. My entire body is starting to feel warm, "Toni, you are absolutely soaking my bed. " I can feel his boxers getting wet against me, but I can't believe I'm doing that. He kisses my nose and I suddenly get a really guilty knot in the pit of my stomach.

       Here comes the part that I'm not looking forward to (by now he's also undressed). Zayn smiles at me, "I'm sorry, this is going to be very painful for you. If you need to release any of the pressure of pain just feel free. " I nod, "Just how would I do that? " He touches my wrist, "You have nails, and I like the pain. Just go for it. " He takes my leg and pushes it out and up to my chest. He holds it there and pulls the covers up over us. He forces his lips against mine roughly and I feel a really strange pressure going inside me followed by a really intense pain. I cringe and the pain increases. This really hurts, I'm starting to second guess this, "Ow, stop, please stop. " He doesn't stop he just kisses me again and pushes in more. The pain gets worse and I try pushing him off of me but he won't budge, "Stop, it hurts. You're hurting me. " I look at him and he puts my arms around him, and I gently put my nails to his back. He pushes in more and I impulsively dig my nails into his skin. He bites my lip and I scratch again because the pain is getting worse. "Ow, ow. Aah!! " I bury my fingers into his skin and drag them down his arms. I feel a pop and a rip inside me, he moans, tears come out of my eyes and I squeal. He pulls out and goes back in a second time which hurts but less than what just happened. He goes again and again, in and out. Each stroke hurts less and the pain starts being replaced with pleasure. I can feel Zayn's heavy breath on me and I can feel his hot body pulsing against me. I grab his hair and pull it moaning loudly. He grabs my chest and the feelings build up and out of me, it slowly feels better and better. I can feel him inside me and my heart races like I'm about to explode...