Roomies || z.m. #MissionDesi

16. Yours

Mature content up ahead...

Deepika's hands instinctively grabbed onto Zayn's arms to steady herself because she couldn't possibly resist him when he was moving his lips against hers like that. She used every bit of her strength to keep from giving into him but when his hands fell to her waist and he pulled her against him, she broke.

Zayn was getting frustrated since she wouldn't kiss him back and when her mouth fell open to let out a gasp he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

It was still pouring out and Zayn could taste the water that fell onto both of their mouths. He pulled back, shaking his head with a laugh.

"You talk too much. You know that?" he asked.

Deepika hadn't heard a word he had said, she was too focused on the way Zayn's lips were slightly swollen.

"Let's get out of this rain." he suggested and took ahold of her hand.

Deepika's heart began to beat incredibly fast with each step they took towards their room. She was trying to figure out how she went from being irritated with him to this.

Zayn shut the door behind him and when he turned he swore he couldn't breathe.

Deepika was looking up at him through her eyelashes, lower lip caught between her teeth. Her clothes were soaking and clinging to body, clearly showing every one of her curves. He didn't know why, but he liked seeing her mad. He liked knowing she was jealous. It stirred something inside of him.

He took the few steps needed to close the distance between them and he tucked a stray strand of Deepika's hair behind her ear.

"Beautiful." he whispered.

Her lips parted, shaky breaths leaving her mouth. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she looked away from his gaze.

He brought his lips to hers, hands caressing her face.

Deepika was surprised by the amount of emotion in his kiss. The way his lips moved with hers and their tongues tangled together. Deepika couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. They had kissed multiple times already but never like this. She liked this. Her fingers somehow ended up in Zayn's hair and he sighed into her mouth, hands falling to her waist.

Zayn and Deepika. Deepika and Zayn. He loved them. It scared him how no one had ever made him feel this way before. He never wanted to be with someone or care for someone before Deepika.

He felt stupid because he'd hurt her. He'd caused her so much pain when they were younger and he hated himself for making her cry. He never wants to see her cry. He never wants to see her doubt herself.

Zayn's lips moved from Deepika's mouth, to her jaw, and down the side of her neck. He trailed light kissed along her skin, trying to tell her how sorry he was.

What started off as innocent turned into something else, something more. Deepika's heart pounded against her ribcage as she struggled to control her breathing.

"Z-Zayn...." her eyes fluttered, voice trembling as his teeth nipped harshly at the skin near her collarbone. Deepika dug her teeth into her lower lip to keep from making any noises.

Every inch of her felt like it had been ignited. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt Zayn's fingers creep under her shirt and up the skin of her stomach.

Zayn could feel the goosebumps forming upon her skin and he couldn't help smiling at the reaction he was getting out of her.

"Lay down." he whispered in her ear.