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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band), Zayn_Malik_(Musician), Little_Mix_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne, Perrie_Edwards/Zayn_Malik, Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik,
      Niall_Horan/Jade_Thirlwall, Liam_Payne/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne, Perrie_Edwards, Niall_Horan, Jade_Thirlwall
  Additional Tags:
      Step-siblings, Party, Genderswap, girl!Zayn, Sex, Lots_of_Sex,
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, lmfao_zayn_is_a
      slag, Cheating
  Series:
      Part 5 of you_get_off_on_me,_it's_like_cheating
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-11 Words: 3175
****** don't see a point in blaming (if i were you i'd do me) ******
by somepeoplearewild
Summary
     Zayn throws a house party, and things happen.
Notes
     So I wasn't planning on posting this so soon but I couldn't help
     myself. I love this series.
      
      
     Fetish - Selena Gomez ft Gucci Mane
Zayn might be a little fucking high as Perrie grinds in her lap on the couch in
the living room. Birthday Cake blares in the background, about a hundred of
their closest friends crowded in this one room alone. There's no telling how
many people are in her house right now. Not that she cares. She's rolling, on
cloud nine for now. She'll have violent shakes tomorrow, but the way Perrie's
mouth feels on her neck right now is probably worth it.
There's a few boys watching them. They think they're being discreet, but the
guy sitting next to them has been grabbing at the seam of his trousers far too
often for it to be just readjusting.
Louis is drunk off his fucking ass, attempting to chat up one of the jocks he
swears he's not attracted to. He'd tried so hard to give her shit about Liam
once Perrie spilled the beans, but now he has nothing to hold against her.
Harry is boring everyone in the kitchen with his spiel about craft beers as he
sips boxed wine. No one knows who brought wine to a party, but Zayn suspects it
was Harry himself.
And Liam.... he's somewhere. With Ana. He'd argued so fiercely against Zayn
throwing a party while their parents are away and the girls are at their
friends' houses, but like the in-denial, hypocrite he is, he didn't forget to
invite his girlfriend and all his mates to the party. He's so quick to reap the
benefits of Zayn's hard work while still acting all holier than thou. That's
okay, Zayn supposes to herself. She'll reap the benefits of his work later.
Perrie smells deafeningly of peaches. Her shampoo, her lotion, her hairspray,
her lipgloss, her perfume— everything is peaches with her. Except her breath,
which smells like cigarettes and the cup of Peach Amore that's in her hand. Her
arms are draped over Zayn's shoulders, her holographic hi-tops rubbing against
Zayn's thighs.
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Perrie whines loudly, earning a weird stare from Zayn.
The guy beside them goes rigid, and Zayn and Perrie burst into laughter. Zayn
tips her head back over the back of the couch just in time to see a bottle-
tanned figure approach.
"Try to control your bitch," an American accent taunts in Zayn's ear. Zayn can
just barely smell her nauseating Michael Kors perfume over Perrie's cloud of
peach. It's Kelly Reynolds, one of Ana's friends, probably one of her only
friends that Liam hasn't slept with because she's such a stank bitch.
"Who even invited you, Smelly?"
"Good one. For your information, Liam invited me," she says with this cocky
little head bobble that makes Zayn laugh in her face.
"Who?" Zayn asks with an infuriating smirk.
"Liam."
"Who?"
"Liam."
"Who?"
Kelly finally catches onto what Zayn is doing, releasing a pathetic growl.
"Listen here–"
"Kelly!" Ana snaps, coming into Zayn's line of sight. Liam is trailing behind
her like the pussy he is. "Ew, are you high?" she says to Zayn suddenly with an
upturned lip.
What tipped her off? The buckets of sweat that have Zayn's bangs plastered to
her forehead or her blownout pupils that distort every bit of visible light in
the room. "No," Zayn answers just to aggravate.
Ana whips around to face Liam. "You didn't tell me it was going to be this kind
of party."
He visibly restrains himself from rolling his eyes. "I told you this was Zayn's
party, babe."
Zayn about gags at the pet name. She hates all of that generic mushy shit.
She'd rather be called 'asshole' than 'baby' by the people she's with. It
suddenly makes her thankful that the two immediately go back to ignoring each
other after they fuck. No cuddling, no pillowtalk. It's strictly business. She
couldn't possibly handle actually going on a date to the cinema or on a long
drive that doesn't end in a headache from violent hair pulling.
"This is your house too! She's your sister! Get her under control!"
"Yeah, Liam," Zayn smirks in a way that lets him know exactly what she's
talking about. "Get me under control."
Panic washes over Liam's face for a millisecond, his sharp intake of air not
audible over the sound of music and teenagers. Then it settles into something
more familiar, his usual state of desire that he refuses to admit in words,
just shows her with his actions.
Perrie's not very jealous. She couldn't be if she let Zayn roam wild and free
like she does, but she doesn't seem to enjoy sharing with Liam in particular.
But Zayn's not going to dispute her jealous retaliation that comes in the form
of Perrie tilting Zayn's face back to her so she can push her tongue into her
mouth filthily.
The boring vanilla girls behind them pretend to gag, but Zayn doesn't care.
She's not wasting her high on them. She wants to feel the silky skin of
Perrie's babysoft thighs and taste the intoxication in her mouth.
Zayn doesn't check to see if they've dispersed by the time Perrie has a hand
down the front of her gray harem pants. She won't last long knowing she has an
actual audience, people that would never talk to her at school hanging onto her
moans. Less than two minutes in and Zayn is already grasping the backs of
Perrie's thighs, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible, but it's
hard when the pill she took makes the pads of Perrie's fingers feel like magic
as they just barely swipe over the edge of her clit.
The guy that was beside them is long gone, replaced by another couple that's
making out. The girl's curly caramel hair blocks both of their faces so that
all Zayn can see of the boy is his stiff-looking blonde hair. Her dark blue
pleated skirt covers both of their laps, but Zayn connects the dots between her
little bounces and the wet noises she hears from time to time.
Zayn buries her face in Perrie's shoulder with an amused smile because they're
totally fucking on her couch. She tries not to laugh but it comes out in a
moan, her hips involuntarily moving up into Perrie's hand.
"What is it, now?" Perrie giggles into her hair. The sound that ended up coming
out of Zayn's mouth was ridiculous.
"Nothi–" Zayn makes some god awful noise somewhere between a whine and a bird
call, Perrie pushing down on her clit intently and laughing evilly when Zayn
sounds like some tropical bird.
Perrie's fingers are going in hard circles now, just trying to finish her. Her
movements are a bit sloppy because of the awkward angle and also the fact that
she's plastered, but it's enough to have Zayn moaning out nonsensical praises
into the muggy air.
All it takes is a little bit of eye contact with a group of three or four wide-
eyed girls in the corner and she's cumming with her head thrown back. The only
words she can think of are "fuck" and "shit" so she just alternates them in a
slur until she comes down.
Perrie plants a sloppy kiss on her mouth then shakily pushes herself to her
feet with her free hand. She sways back and forth for a moment with an
expectant look on her face before Zayn thinks to stand up as well.
Unfortunately for Zayn, the hand she uses to push herself up off of the couch
overlaps with the guy's beside her, and they both flinch away like they've been
burned.
The girl on top of him whips her head around, her fluffy mass of hair revealing
their faces finally. She has a really huge brown eyes and the cutest nose Zayn
has ever seen in her life. She looks horrified, but it's a bit too late in the
game for her to feel embarrassed in Zayn's opinion. She was just fucking in the
middle of the living room. Did she think no one would notice?
And the boy— oh, well it's just Niall up to his usual shenanigans. When Zayn
was a cheerleader for like two seconds (at the request of her mother), they got
to know each other very well in the men's locker room. They're now what Zayn
would call acquaintances. They partner up in classes and text each other for
homework answers. His friend group doesn't really overlap with hers, so they
only talk outside of class when they bump into each other.
"It's just Zayn. Relax, Jed."
"My name is Jade."
"That's what I said."
The girl makes a face at Niall, flicking him in the forehead. "You'll stop
making fun of my accent."
"I feel you," Perrie slurs with a glassy, unfocused look to her eyes, still
swaying on her feet. She's a lot drunker than Zayn had thought. "This one loves
to take the piss."
"Are you still inside her?" Zayn blurts out before she even knows what she's
doing. Her hyper mind is bouncing from thing to thing. She just can't stop
perceiving her surroundings.
Jade hops up, leaving Niall's shrunken penis on out in his lap. "Not anymore.
Come on, let's get you fixed up," she says to Perrie as she leads her off. Zayn
doesn't question it. Jade seems pretty cool.
"Cockblock of the century, Zayn," Niall groans, rubbing his red face. Niall's
the cute kind of person that gets a sex blush from his hairline to his belly
button, and he's glowing right now. "You owe me one," he says jokingly to which
Zayn replies by standing up.
"Well, come on then," she smiles coyly, offering her hand to him.
"You're far too easy," he laughs, but he puts himself back into his shorts and
accepts her hand anyway. Zayn doesn't intend on sleeping with him. She's just
going to offer him a spliff and a lap dance.
Okay, maybe she'll sleep with him.
When they finally get to her room, Liam is busy smacking lips with Ana. Zayn
can hear how dry their lips are and it makes her cringe. She doesn't say
anything though, just pushes Niall onto her bed and crawls on top of him.
"You're really going to do that with us right here?" Ana's nasally tone rings
out.
"It's my room, so yeah."
Zayn almost laughs when Ana bumps Liam with her elbow as if prompting him to
defend her.
"Come on, Zee," he pleads although he knows Zayn won't go down without a
fight. 
Zayn doesn't listen, instead beginning to move her hips in tight circles over
Niall, grinding on him until he gets hard again. Niall snakes his hands into
the back of her pants, using this new grip on her ass to guide her movements.
Ana and Liam are clearly uncomfortable, Ana because she's not used to people
like Zayn and Liam because he's never had to deal with the reality of Zayn
fucking other guys until it's right in front of him. So Zayn, the accommodating
person she is, gets off of Niall and turns around to face the couple on the bed
opposite them. Then, with a wicked smile, she pushes her pants over her hips
and steps out of them.
Liam looks slightly pissed, Ana's mouth wide open in horror as Zayn gets back
onto Niall.
Niall isn't arguing, fine with being used to prove a point as long as he's
getting some ass out of it. Once she gets going, he does that thing that he
knows Zayn likes, where he pulls her arms behind her back and holds them there
by her wrists.
Ana scoffs, but it lacks the usual punch, almost as if she's bluffing disgust.
This lets Zayn know exactly the kind of sex Liam and Ana have. Flat on her
back, missionary style, in a bed, with the lights off, and absolutely no kink
exploration.
Boring.
"Fuck, I've missed this," Niall sighs, lidded eyes focused on Zayn's body as
she slowly fucks him.
Zayn smirks dirtily in response, lowering her voice to something subtle and
sultry. "Remember how we used to fuck?"
"Swear to god I think about it every time I go in the locker room."
Zayn chuckles at this, admiring how the blush down Niall's chest darkens.
"Could ya speed it up, sweetheart? I'd like to cum this week." Niall cracks a
cheeky grin as Zayn's mouth drops open in a shocked smile.
"You dick," she gasps, speeding up nonetheless. She's a little unsteady as the
waves continue to roll throughout her body, but she keeps going the best she
can. She wrings her wrists out of his grip and places her hands on his
shoulders to steady herself as she bounces faster. All she can hear is her
blood rushing around her head and her shallow breaths heaving from her lungs.
"STOPSTOPSTOP!" Niall shouts suddenly, forcibly yanking her off his dick as it
spurts cum across both their stomachs. It's pretty scary to play the pull out
trick with Niall because his peak always hits him out of nowhere. Not that Zayn
really has any room to judge with her cunt being Liam's personal cum bucket.
She's spent about all her allowances the past few months on plan b and
pregnancy tests.
The room is oddly quiet as the two settle for a moment. It's highly likely that
Li and Ana just slipped out at some point and no one noticed. Zayn is
surprised, however, to find the couple staring at her when she pushes herself
off the bed to look for something to wipe off the cum that's dripping down her
abs.
Ana looks wide eyed like she's just had her understanding of the universe
rewritten, while Liam looks pissed. He looks absolutely livid.
Zayn looks away from them, just grabs her underwear from the floor, using them
as a rag and tossing them at Niall before putting her pants back on sans
panties.
"Can you all give Zayn and me a moment?" Liam asks through gritted teeth. Niall
leaves obediently, having already gotten what he wanted. Ana, on the other
hand, protests a bit, asking Liam to just focus on her and forget about Zayn.
"Ana." Liam states with an ugly look in his eyes that causes her to retreat
from the room with her eyes low.
And then there were two.
"What's your problem now?" Zayn sighs, not in the mood for his bullshit.
"You just fucked my friend in front of me, and you don't know what the problem
is?"
"Oh, because it's not a problem. Perrie doesn't mind, and he's single... I
think," Zayn adds, remembering Jade. God, she sure hopes Niall was single. She
actually likes Jade. Fuck, she hopes Jade's single. She hopes Jade's gay. She'd
love to get a piece of that action.
Zayn startles as Liam claps in front of her face, bringing her back into the
moment.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Nope," Zayn smiles, popping the p. She's still kind of horny as a result of
Niall not actually making her cum, so her mind is bound to wander.
Her eyes sweep over Liam's angry face, wandering down his neck and torso until
they finally come to rest on his crotch. If she hadn't been expertly trained up
to this point, she wouldn't be able to make out the semi he's sporting under
his dark denim jeans.
Zayn meets his eyes, smirking evilly.
The angry look on his face drops off for a second before it's back with less
intensity than before. "No, we aren't doing this right now."
"C'mon, Li, please," Zayn begs, pushing herself against him like a bitch in
heat. She think she sees his resolve wavering, but he answers her, tone cold.
"No."
"Fine, then," Zayn bites, pushing him away from her, and starting to march to
the door. "I'll just go find Pez. She'll fuck me."
Zayn gasps in shock as she's suddenly yanked back by her elbow. The force of it
sends her directly to the floor, a hiss of pain sounding quietly as she lands
awkwardly on her wrist.
She doesn't have time to deliberate on if she's hurt anything as Liam is on top
of her in seconds, holding her with his hands on her shoulders.
Zayn doesn't have the good sense in her to feel afraid, just a little annoyed
that he yanked her like that. He doesn't look that mad right now anyway. Mostly
terrified as he shakes her and asks if she's okay.
"I'm fine," Zayn replies curtly, ignoring the slight tightness in her wrist as
it begins to throb gently. It's just bruised.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pull you that hard. I thought you'd at least
resist," Liam explains, brown eyes wide and still panicking.
"I'm fine, Liam."
"Are you sure?"
Zayn's blown out pupils stare up into Liam's sincere eyes, and she feels
something weird like a little tugging behind her sternum. It's warm and
uncomfortable and she hates the way the drugs make it feel. She just nods, eyes
widening in alarm when Liam hugs her tight. He's not supposed to touch her like
this.
He pulls back then, eyes travelling all over her face before he leans in and
kisses her. And Zayn, as much as her head is trying to scream at her, can't
help herself, moving into the kiss as if shifting into place.
"Is this a fucking joke?"
Liam propels himself away from Zayn who scrambles to sit up.
Ana is standing with the door wide open, furiously glaring down at Zayn.
Luckily, nobody behind her gives a fuck what's going on. "You really think
you're gonna steal my fucking boyfriend?"
"I don't want him," Zayn scoffs, picking herself up from the floor.
"Just admit it already. You want everything I have, Zayn. You're so fucking
pathetic!" the blonde screams, drawing the attention of a few passersby.
Zayn is not about to stay here and be yelled at while Liam just stands there
silently. She's not going to let people stare at her like she's the bad guy,
when everything with Liam up to this point has been mutual. She stalks toward
Ana with a deadly look until the girl is backed against the wall in fear. Zayn
leans in, until their noses touch and she can hear Ana's shallow breaths.
"If I wanted what you have, it would be mine." Zayn's lips curl into a twisted
grin before she closes the short distance between their lips. To her surprise,
Ana returns the gentle kiss, her lidded eyes widening in horror when Zayn pulls
away and Ana realises what she's done.
Zayn doesn't stay to hear the aftermath of her actions, closing the door behind
her as Liam and Ana remain silent. She traipses down the stairs, sighing in
relief at the familiarity she feels when two pale arms wrap around her waist
from behind and the scent of peaches invades the air around her.
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