princess diaries

twenty-seven

harry barely gave zayn time to unlock the hotel door when he kisses him passionately. zayn groans before turning and grabbing the key card. he unlocks the door and steps inside. once the door was closed harry takes his sweater off and throws it on the floor.

zayn grunts as harry jumps into his arms. "fuck, baby. i told you. i'm not in my twenties anymore." he states.

"shut up and fuck your husband." harry demands. he was tipsy. when harry gets tipsy he gets horny, and when he gets horny he gets bratty, and when he gets bratty zayn goes into his dominate headspace.

zayn growls as he turns and throws harry on the bed. he unzips and unbuttons his jeans.

"gonna fuck you back in your place, yeah?" he takes his shirt off and throws it. zayn then kisses harry passionately as the younger of the two moans.

"please?" harry begs.

zayn didn't waste anymore time. he takes off harry closed and the rest of his before grabbing a condom and slowly sinking into his husband.

"fuck! ass always so goddamn tight." he states. he gives harry time to adjust before he taps his shoulders and zayn starts to move.

zayn slowly pulls out of his husband before fucking back into him roughly.

"fuck, zaynie."

"yeah? like that baby? like it when i manhandle you? tell me how good im making you feel, baby."

harry couldn't speak. his brain feeling all fuzzed out as zayn wraps his hand around his neck softly. he squeezes the base of it as his eyes roll in the back of his head.

"shit. look at you, baby. you look so spent already, hmm? ready to throw in the towel already, hmm?"

harry mouth was a gap as he looks into his husbands eyes. zayn lifts one of harry's legs up and puts it on his shoulder. at this point harry was in tears.

"fuck! my pretty little wife, hmm? look at you. fuck. so pretty and sweaty and all fucking mine—shit—feels so fucking good baby. so fucking good." zayn grunts as he picks up the pace.

"so full baby."

"yeah? look at that," zayn puts his hand on his tummy as he feels and sees himself fucking into his husband. "my cock feel good baby? tell me it feels good, hmm?"

"so good, zaynie. so fucking good. please don't stop."

"wasn't planning on it baby, fuck. this ass is too perfect for me to stop. god, i wish i could just put another little baby inside you, hmm? would you like that."

"Yes. So much, baby. I want another one. Please?"

Zayn smirks as he shakes his head. "Sorry, baby. You're on a tour right now. Can't have to round with our baby can we?"

Harry whines as he slowly starts fucking himself back onto his husband. "Oh, yeah? Wanna try and take some control back, baby hmm?" Zayn teases.

"Yes." Harry whines.

Zayn's grip on his husbands neck tightens a little more. He bends down and whispers in his ear. "Too fucking bad. Lay there and take me like a good boy, hmm?" Zayn grunts.

Harry whines as Zayn pulls in and out of him like an animal. Harry head lolls back. "Gonna come, Zaynie. Please?"

"You close, baby? Fuck!"

"Yes. Please right...Holy fuck yes! Right there. I'm...Baby I'm so...Fuck." Harry moans out as he comes in between him and his husband.

Zayn grunts at the sight. That alone made him spill into the condom. After he rides out their high, Zayn collapsed on top of his husband.

"Fuck, baby." Zayn smirks.

"Yeah?" Harry runs his hands up and down Zayn's tattooed back.

"Mhm. You did so good, baby. But you look exhausted now. Get some sleep, okay?" Zayn kisses his shoulder.

"Kay." Harry hums. "I love you, Zaynie."

"I love you too, Harry."