parenthood |z.malik|

2.

"I lost myself between your legs."
Jaymes Young, Habits of My Heart

2 weeks later

"Morning, beautiful." Zayn whispered in my ear as I rested on his naked chest. I lazily traced the tattoos that littered his chest. My favorite was the pair of lips and wings, I was there when he had gotten it. We were only dating for a few moths at the time and Zayn was still under the impression that he had to impress me so as he was getting it done he refused to let me hold his hand for comfort and every time the tattoo artist asked how he was doing he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Morning, babe. What time is it?" I asked attempting to sit up, only to be pulled back down by his arms.

"Stay in bed with me." He mumbled into my neck. His shirtless chest pressed against my shirtless back and his hands drew circles on my bare torso.

"I have a lot to do today, Zayn. I have to go in to work and make sure everything is running smoothly and Langston wants me to come down and help him with..." I trailed off as Zayn's hand fell between my legs and massaged my inner thigh.

"Don't worry about all that right now, baby." Zayn muttered, sucking on my neck harshly. His hands separated my thighs and he began rubbing harshly on my clit. My head fell back onto his shoulder and a small whimper left my mouth.

Zayn's hands should be illegal for how much pleasure they can cause a person.

"Does this feel good, baby?" Zayn asked, it sounded as if his voice had dropped an octave. I didn't answer, not trusting myself to do anything besides moan his name.

"If you don't answer, I'm going to stop." He said spoke firmly and I felt him begin to slow down.

"No! I mean yes! It feels amazing, baby. So fucking good." I whined. An inhuman groan left my mouth when he slipped two fingers into me and increased his pace.

"That's what I like to hear." He smiled and removed his fingers. I whimpered from the loss of pleasure only for his fingers to be replaced by his erection. The sound of skin slapping and moans and groans leaving both of our lips filled the room.

"So... Close... Baby... Don't... Stooop." My mouth fell into an 'O' shape and I arched my back as the familiar filling arose in the pit of my stomach. My toes curled and my body shook lightly as a wave of pleasure hit me like a tidal wave.

"Fuck." Zayn hissed as his own orgasm approached and dropped his head down into the crook of my neck, biting down softly. His thrust began to slow down before he eventually pulled out of me and rolled into his back.

We laid there in silence as our breaths and heart beats returned back to a normal rhythm.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." I said breaking the silence and pulled one of his t-shirts over my head.

"Can I join?" I heard him say and a small smirk graced his face.

I glared and him and shook my head. This kid should join the sex Olympics with the amount of stamina in his body.

His face fell and a frown replaced his previous smirk. "I promise to behave." He looked like a child begging to have extra dessert.