nsfw | jealous - Zayn Malik

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

Zayn and Y/n dance at the club, Yeah! by Usher playing over the speakers. Y/n goes over to the bar and smiles at the bartender. "Tequila shots please." She smiles.

"You are getting drunker by the minute, Y/n." The bartender says making her laugh.

"What can I say? It's a Saturday night." The girl shrugs. The man behind the bar gets her two tequila shots and watches her take them.

"You look good tonight." He smiles making Y/n blush. She looks behind her to see Zayn dancing with girls all around him. She looks back at the bartender and smiles.

"Thanks. I'm just happy that someone thinks so." She emphasizes the 'someone' making the man chuckle. Then, she feels and arm snake around her waist.

"Hey, mate. How's it going?" Zayn asks the bartender. Y/n rolls her eyes.

"Good. Can I get you anything?" The bartender asks, his eyebrows raised.

"Uh, yeah, tequila and maybe you could stop flirting with my girl." Zayn says.

"Zayn-" Y/n tries to intervene, however it doesn't work.

"I wouldn't be flirting with her if her boyfriend paid attention to his girlfriend." The man says. Y/n chuckles and Zayn pulls his wallet out, slamming a fifty onto the counter. He grabs Y/n's hand and leads her out of the club.

"What is your problem?" Y/n asks. Zayn lets go of her hand and chuckles darkly.

"Do you think it's ok to flirt with other guys with me in the same fucking room?" He asks. Y/n scoffs.

"Maybe I wouldn't be flirting with him if you were dancing with me and not those girls." She speaks.

"I wasn't dancing with them, Y/n. They were trying to dance with me, and I was trying to find you." Zayn reassures.

"Oh, yeah you were trying so fucking hard, weren't you. I bet the bartender could make me feel good. Better than you can." Y/n spits. She doesn't know why she says it, but she does. And Zayn does not like that.

"The fuck did you just say?" He growls, moving closer to her.

"I said, he can make me feel better than you can." Y/n says. Zayn grabs the back of her neck and pulls her close to his body.

"Get into the fucking car." Zayn growls. He lets go of Y/n's neck and she walks to the car and gets into the passenger seat. Zayn gets into the driver's seat and grasps Y/n's thigh. He drives all the way back to the two's shared house and when they get inside, Zayn looks at Y/n.

"Go upstairs. I'll be there in a minute." Y/n nods and does as she's told. She knows better than to test Zayn when he's like this. She gets up to their bedroom and sits down on the bed. After a few minutes, Zayn enters the room.

He sits down next to Y/n. "Over my lap, darling." Zayn says. Y/n does as Zayn tells her and she feels his hand on her ass. "How many do you think you should get?"

"I don't know." Y/n says quietly.

"How about ten?" Zayn asks. Y/n nods and feels a slap on her ass making her gasp. Nine more later, Zayn gets Y/n up and moves her so she's straddling him. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

Y/n nods. "Use your words, darling." Zayn says.

"Yes sir." Y/n says making Zayn chuckle.

"Y'wanna ride my cock?" Zayn asks making Y/n nod. She and Zayn help each other undress and then, she lines herself up with his cock. She sinks down on it, moaning loudly. Zayn's grip is firm on her hips as she rides him. "That's it, baby. Just like that."

"Zayn-" Y/n moans. "Oh, God, Zayn!"

"You close love?" Zayn asks. Just hearing him call her 'love' makes her clench around him. "I feel you clenching around me, darling. You gonna let go?"

Y/n nods. "Words, darling."

"Yes, oh fuck yes, I'm so close." Y/n says. Then, after a few moments, she releases just before Zayn releases inside of her. Zayn lifts her up so she's not sitting on his cock anymore and they hug each other. "I should make you jealous more often." Y/n giggles earning a slap on her ass.

"Don't." Zayn says.

A/n: My first smut, I'm so sorry if I fucked it up


You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net