United/ sequel to Departed ZM

Playing and Teasing

9 PM
11 January.

" Urghh. Its too fucking late. I am feeling so sleepy." I sighed and turned in the couch yawning.

Surfing through the channels I stumbled upon F.R.I.E.N.D.S. This is definitely the best show I had ever seen.

Lying down in the couch, I watched the show to no end and eventually fall asleep.

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I feel a weight on my body as if somebody is applying pressure on it. Followed by the pressure, i feel feature light kisses being pressed down my jaw to my neck.

Am I being raped?

I abruptly open my eyes and start screaming

" Oh my god. Help me. Save me. Somebody please he-"

The person's hand clasps around my mouth and I start squirming under their grip.

" God princess, you will never learn to not scream no?"

" Well Mr. Malik you will never learn to not surprise me like that. No?" i said smirking.

" I like surprising you Mrs. Malik." he smirked back at me.

God has he gained weight or something?His body feels so heavy against mine.

" Get off off me Zayn." I squirmed a little under him pushing on his chest lightly.

" I don't want to. I feel fine like this." he winked at me.

" Oh god Zayn, what do you want?" i huffed.

" You." he simply stated.

" For once stop being naughty Zayn."

" Naughty is my middle name." he said raising his eyebrows.

" Zayn-"

I inhale deeply as he starts pressing his moist lips to my neck again. He trails his lips up to my jaw and back down to my neck. He nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck and softly bites onto the skin below my ear.

Urgh. This feels so nice.

A moan of pleasure escapes my mouth as he continues to bite harder on my skin. I am definitely going to have a mark there in the morning. I grab onto his hair and my hands get lost in his luscious locks. He bites more onto the skin and draws blood to the surface.

After he is satisfied with the mark he had made, he roams his tongue onto the area to soothe the stinging pain.

He then trails his lips up my jaw to reach my lips but before he is able to reach out to them, with all the courage inside of me, I push his face to the side with my hand.

His eyes close for a brief second and then he looks at me wide eyed.

" What the fuck babe?"

" What the fuck Zayn?" i asked mocking his tone.

" Why won't you let me kiss you?" he asked puckering his lower lip out.

" Because I am hungry Zayn. Look at the time." I said motioning towards the clock.

I pushed him off off me and he fell to the ground hitting his bum hard on the floor.

I quickly got up from the couch and ran to the kitchen before he could tackle me back again on it. I begin stirring the ingredients in the pan when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist from behind. My cold back came in contact with his hard warm chest and a cold gush of wind flowed down my spine.