Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 13.

This chapter is dedicated to:
-_-NBH1D

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Before I know it, we're in my room making out on the bed. I was stripped down to my boxers and Zayn was still wearing the sweatpants and boxers. I kept whining about how it wasn't fair that he had sweatpants on but he wouldn't listen. Whenever I put my hands on the waistband of the sweatpants, he would slap them away so I wouldn't pull them off. I was growing more and more frustrated with him but I didn't give up.

How do I do this? Although I've had sex with him, how many times now, twice? I still had no idea what to do and I had to figure it out. Just calm down Harry, just think and focus... I try to think back on the other times, trying to remember some things that Zayn has done to me so I could try it out. I really suck at this sex thing... Memories flood back in my head and since we were having an intimate moment, it made me hard.

"You're so hard for me baby.." he coo's, that stupid smirk on his face

I blush and flash an innocent smile. God dammit, he got to me before I could even decide what I wanted to do with him. His hands go on the elastic part of my boxers and I get an idea. I grip his wrists tightly, holding them in place for a second, then I move them away from my boxers. "No no, if you don't take off your sweatpants then my boxers are not coming off" I smirk, attempting to be dominant for a change.

"Fine then, I'm not taking them off" he teases

I send a glare his way then I pull his head down so my mouth is by his ear. "Then I'll find a way to get them off myself" I whisper slowly and seductively. While he's taking in what I've just said, I slither my hand down to his crotch rubbing slowly. Maybe a little bit too slow.

Moans escape his lips and I smirk, watching him become more vulnerable under my touch. I try to look at his face but it's basically buried in the pillow right now. I start to move my hand faster against him, rubbing him over the fabric covering his body. "From now on I'm in charge, got it?" I tell him, my voice sounding husky.

I think that's what made his snap out of his vulnerable state. His hand stops my hand from rubbing agaisnt him and he lifts his head, looking me in the eyes. "When you're dominant, gotta admit it's really sexy babe, but there is no way you're in charge. I'm always in charge, got it curly?" he smirks, biting his lip. Curly?

"You're not the one in charge, there's no way." I huff

Zayn moves my arm back so he can pin both of my arms down on the bed. "Trust me babe, in a few minutes, I'm going to have you begging for me to be inside of you" his voice was smoky and raspy. I practically melt right there but I also get the chills.

His lips connect with mine again but this time, it was a soft and gentle kiss. I try to move my arms so I could wrap them around his waist but they're still being held down by Zayn. Zayn only tightens his grip, making me wince. "Do you have some rope or one of your bandana's laying around? Wanna try something with you." he has a mischievous smirk on his face and I don't know whether I should be scared or excited. I didn't know what he needed a bandana or rope for until he added, "Maybe if you end up being into it, I can get some actual handcuffs and blindfolds."

I gasp and my cheeks turn to a dark shade of red. Was he talking about... what was it called... bondage? All I knew is that it had something to do with covering my eyes so I couldn't see what he was doing and tying me up so I had no control. I may seemed innocent but trust me, I know all about this stuff.

"Y-yeah. Got some by my hats and stuff on the shelf." I say more quietly

He smirks and gets up from bed walking towards one of the shelves in my room that had my hats, like snapbacks and beanies, resting on it. He reaches up, snatching one of the plain black bandana's and walking back right away. I watch him, looking his body up and down. I didn't even think of what I wanted to do, I just did whatever my body wanted too. I lick my lips, waiting impatiently for Zayn to come get back in bed. He sets the bandana down on the nightstand that was besides my bed and gets back to business right away.