JAAN :: ZAYN

the pleasure

•zayn•

He was in the middle of sketching when she wanted him.

Like, wanted him, wanted him.

Part of being pregnant was the hormonal change in a woman's body, which involved more than one mood and sexual desire to ensue. Zayn didn't know how to feel about that, but if she needed it, he'd do anything to satisfy her. And maybe, most likely, he'd enjoy it also.

She pushed his open shirt aside and attached her lips to his almost instantly. They were in his bed, because whatever was most comfortable for her was what he wanted.

Her kisses were out of this world, soft and warm, filled with so much lust it felt like this was Zayn's first time.

He hummed at that thought, holding Chiara's hips and guiding them on top of his. She moaned, leaning down and biting at his neck.

"You look so hot today,"she breathed against his skin, making him shiver, "we'll, everyday."

Zayn chuckled then grunted when she grinded down on him. "Fuck, Chi."

She took off her t-shirt and threw it to the side. Zayn couldn't help but bring her closer and kiss her even harder than before. He felt his pants being shuffled off along with his boxers. His hand ran down her torso until he gripped her panties and pushed them to her ankles.

Chi's tongue collided with his and it was over, so over after that. That night was better than their one night stand.

Or any one night stands Zayn ever had

•zayn•

"That's so embarrassing," she groaned, rolling over so her breasts were fully visible to him.

"It's a part of your journey," he chuckled, tracing small circles on her tattoos, "nothing wrong with that."

"Of course you don't think so," she rolled her eyes.

Zayn grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I mean, I did just speak facts, though."

"Facts," she agreed, pulling the blanket up to cover her chest. Zayn pouted. "That's crazy, though. All the hormones making me want to do that."

"Just getting ready for the baby," he smiled, his hand cupping the almost nonexistent bump on her stomach.

Chiara hummed, slipping her fingers in his. Her stomach growled and she smiled shyly.

"What do you want?"

"Lemons and cereal. Please?"

"Alright, I'll be back," he kissed the top of her head and got up, slipping on a pair of boxers and heading to the kitchen.

He looked for a few lemons and got out her favorite cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, pouring some into the bowl. He grinned when he felt arms wrap around his waist.

"Yes?"

"Why are you so hot?" she mumbled, "like..oh my goodness."

Zayn set the box of cereal down and took a breath. Last night, they went at least eight or nine rounds because she wanted more and more and more. He didn't sleep, because he wasn't tired per se, but he was so hungry afterwards so he stayed up longer.

"I'm sorry," Chiara rambled, "but, I like, I just really need you and I know we're not, like, together, but--"

He put a finger to her lips, shushing her. Zayn didn't like her pointing out the disappointing obvious, so he did what he only thought he could.

He kissed her.

Kissed her until his mouth was numb against hers and his hands started creeping up her -- well, his -- shirt and pulling it off again. Zayn gripped her thighs and carried her to the bedroom again, setting her in the bed and starting another round.

•zayn•

For once, Zayn was tired.

Him and Chiara definitely had enough sex in one day that was equivalent to a newlywed's first year married. It was so much, enjoyable at the most. But Zayn needed to recharge, so sleep had been the answer.

And then he woke up to a tugging at his boxers.

It was the best thing to wake up to, but...

Never mind, he lost all train of thought when he felt her tongue swirl around him.

So now, Zayn was trying to sleep, but he couldn't. He stared at the girl that drove him crazy. She was sleeping soundly with a slight smile on her face. Her lips were dark and her eyelashes casted shadows on her cheeks. Her hair was a sweaty mess and her skin was warm, hence why Zayn was cuddled up to her and rubbing her belly to soothe the ache she was complaining about earlier.

Chiara opened her eyes, slowly, trying to focus on Zayn's but failing miserably. "What are you doing up, Zayn?"

"Can't sleep," he whispered softly, touching her bottom lip.

"Try," she cleared her throat, moving so her head was under his chin, "I'm sorry if I kept you up."

"You did," he chuckled, moving to rub her back now, "but I'm okay. As long as you're okay."

"I'm fine," she hummed, "this pregnant thing is overrated. Hurts like hell."

"What hurts?"

"My boobs," she whimpered.

Zayn smiled softly, resting both of his hands on her tender breasts. Her eyes closed when Zayn began to massage, a small yawn escaping her lips. "Still tired?"

"No, no," she replied with a small smile, "Zayn. You have to sleep."

"I'm fine," he said, focusing on her own emotions, such as, how good this felt. He licked his bottom lip when she moaned, clutching his bare arms.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure," he snickered while she shook her head at him, "come on, I'm the best."

"The best, most definitely."

•zayn•

hi babiessssss I hope this was okay

okay bye