Having fun, Romeo?

Having fun, Romeo?
Warning! Mature Content!

ROME

It may seem a little bit farfetched, but this is not the Zayn I knew: the boy who would go to great lengths to get my favorite snack, the boy who did not give a damn about my outbursts, my mood swings, or my temper.

But then, things changed over the years, and I wasn't excluded.

Growing up with an ill mother, a deadbeat father, and a cruel family, Zayn was somewhat of a comfort zone for me when we were dating, and I genuinely loved him.

We both loved each other very much, or so I thought.

It was never my intention to get involved with Zayn Sanchez again, but right now, he is lying on top of me, that annoying smirk on his face, and his hand on my obvious bulge.

I took in a deep breath, unable to pretend to be defiant.

God, I hate how easily my body responded to him in this situation.

Zayn leaned down, his breath burning against my ear. With his teeth brushing against my earlobe, he whispered, "How about we do something fun tonight?" I let out a low moan as he gave my shaft a slight squeeze.

When he saw my reaction, he giggled happily, as if he had been anticipating this moment. He leaned in again and whispered into my ears. “Don't let us fight, Muffin. Let me make you feel good.“

Muffin? I rolled my eyes in pleasure at that name, and I felt my anger dissipating very slowly.

Despite my best efforts to remain calm, I felt a shudder run through my body. Zayn's fingers started rubbing slowly and firmly over the bulge in my pants, tracing the length of my shaft through the fabric.

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves and prepare for the sensations that were certain to follow.

One of Zayn's hands relaxed its grip on my wrist. "Don't tempt me," he said, a hint of danger in his voice. "If you try to move... I will have to punish you."

He winked as he quickly unbuckled his belt with his free hand, and I swear I let out a sigh of relief.

Zayn's hand slid down from my wrists, tracing a path along my arm, down to my waistband. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned my pants, his eyes never leaving mine.

As he pushed my boxers and pants down until they gathered around my ankles, a smirk crossed his lips. He paused to enjoy the sight of me, exposed and defenseless, and then leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips.

His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue exploring every inch of mine. I could feel the heat radiating from the core of my body to my restless cock, the moisture seeping out of my tip.

Despite my belligerence, my body was reacting to him, drawn to his warm skin and his scent. His touch pierced through the rage I clung to as a barrier between us.

My eyes slid shut as I melted into the kiss, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He smiled wickedly against my lips, his fingers trailing down to the underside of my cock.

He pleasured my mouth with his tongue, while simultaneously, his fingers brushed along my seam, teasingly pressing upward and bumping against my swollen head before pulling them back down again.

Zayn slipped his hand between our bodies, curling his fingers around my cock as it pulsed in his grip, a pearl of precum already beading at the tip.

“Oh shit!" My lips quivered as I let out a breath.

He stroked me gently, sweeping his thumb over the sensitive underside and eliciting a soft moan from my lips. My hips arched slightly, chasing the pleasure as he began to pump his fist in a consistent rhythm.

He backed away from the kiss and raised his palm to my still-spread lips, slowly sliding his middle finger into his mouth.

My instant reaction was to suck, swirling my tongue around Zayn's finger, keeping eye contact. Zayn had the ideal reaction to that, and he allowed me to suck thick, longlong fingers, only moving when he noticed that I was getting wetter.

From my mouth, he dragged his moist finger over my chin, around my areola, and teasingly down my sides. He gripped my cum-slick testicles and massaged them between his fingers.

With my mouth slightly open, I let out a soft moan while he leaned in, reclaiming my mouth with his own, his tongue delving into the depth of my mouth.

Zayn groaned into the kiss as he felt my cock twitch and pulse under his grip. He pulled away, leaving me breathless, and honestly, I wanted more.

He let go of my hands, staring intently into my eyes as he traced kisses down my neck, sending shivers through my body as his exploration continued, while my hips thrust in rhythm with his stroking hand.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, looking up at Zayn through my heavy-lidded eyes and seeing the slight smile on his face as he slowly stroked my hardened cock up and down.

"Having fun, Romeo?" Zayn smirked, displaying the expression of someone who was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He slowly withdrew his hand, watching me shiver under his gaze while biting his lip softly and seductively. I looked up to him, my breath coming out in soft puffs.

I was no longer angry, and if anything, I wanted more of this bastard who knew all of my weak points and knew how to elicit various reactions from me.