Two producers comes to Brown University to start a reality tv date show after the school won the raffle for the #SaveTheChildren Project in the start of the school year.
Zayn Malik has a crush on Harry Styles.
Harry has a crush on his best friend, N...
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Warning: Mild Smut 🤛🍆
Chapter 20: He Succeed? (Part 2)
My heart skipped a beat the minute Harry's rosy lips touched mine. My insides were melting away and so were all of my nerves. All my stored up anger I had for him faded, all the confusion faded, all focus was on this kiss.
Harry moaned as he moved us closer and closer to his bed. He gently pushed me down on his sheets and climbed on top of me, both of his legs resting on either side of my closed one's.
He pressed a lingering kiss on my lips repeatedly like he was making sure it was me he was kissing. I grabbed his face and pulled him to me to deepen the kiss. I wanted to feel his tongue dancing with mine. I wanted to feel his body heat on top of me. I just wanted to feel...him.
I licked his lips, he gasped, causing me to stick my tongue in his mouth. I gentle sucked on his tongue and moaned at how warm and nice it felt.
I felt my dick twitch the minute he began to suck on my tongue. We were now fighting for dominance. He won obviously and pulled away from me. He tap kissed me repeatedly then sucked on my bottom lip.
I groaned when I felt him run his hands up and down my sides. He pulled away from the heated lip lock and smiled at me. "Someone has a tongue sucking kink, huh?"
I blushed. "Shut up and kiss me again before I regret all of this." He kissed me and started to trace his hand down my shirt. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it up. He put his hand under it and started rubbing my nipples in circles. "Mmmm." I moaned into the kiss.
He stopped our kiss and focused on my nipples, pulling my shirt all the way off of me. He grabbed my shirt and tossed it on the floor. He lowered his head and kissed my chest softly. He kissed all the way down to my sweats.
He looked up at me, his orbs swirling with darkness, lust and passion evident in them. "Can I touch you there?" He asked as his eyes shifted to my crotch then back to me.
"H-Harry. We're not going to have sex." I said as I watched his hands touch the hem of my sweats.
"I know. I just want to watch you cum. That's it." He said, biting his lip harshly.
My face grew red. "Umm, h-how?"
He slowly rubbed my clothed thighs. "Whatever you feel me comfortable doing."
"Umm, just do what you want to do..." I awkwardly said, not wanting to look at him anymore.
"Zayn, relax. If you don't want me to touch you then that's okay."
I shook my head. "No!" I scream abruptly. I cleared my throat. "I mean uh no. You can. I'm just use to us goofing off, this is like serious I guess."
He smirked at me. "Do you want me to make funny faces while I stroke you or?"
