struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 16: Dripping Gold

This was part of the last chapter, but I separated it. Not edited. This is very short sorry and I don't think I'm good on writing smuts. I tried.

By the way, The Premiere of This Is Us was amazing! Niall made me laugh and Harry kissed the camera making me melt. And, Michael Clifford followed me on Twitter :D!

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Chapter 16: Dripping Gold

"So I came to tell you this. Also, Chelsea you forgot your clothes." Louis said, giving me my folded clothes and then he looked at me, "It's kind of quiet at home. I really miss my best mate."

"Thank you, Louis." I hugged him tight and pulled away before Zayn could protest.

"I'm really happy you two are back. It was making me sick." He said and stood up, pushing his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks for taking care of her." Zayn said, standing up. "Are you already leaving?"

"Yea, Liam and I are going with Andy to the club tonight." He asserted before giving his pal a male hug. "See you two lads later?"

"Sure, see you." I followed him to the door. I opened the door and let him out, he turned around before I could close and smiled.

"You two take it slow." That made me blush, I nodded shyly, "Bye" He chuckled and turned around. I made sure he get into his car and when he does, I closed the door.

My back was hurting and now I'm fuming, I wanted to sit down. I walked back to the room but Zayn wasn't there. The telly was now playing a movie, I lift the remote and turn it off.

"Zayn!" I called. No response. I threw the remote on the sofa and walked upstairs, heading towards the bedroom.

When I stepped inside, I found him sat on the bed taking off his trousers.

"Hey, I was looking for you."

"Gonna shower," He yawned. I walked over to him and kissed his lips, "want to join me?"

"Only if we finish what we started."

I winked, turned around and peeked over my shoulder to see Zayn already smirking.

I got into the bathroom and he's following me mischievously. He grabbed my wrist and turned me around, capturing my lips with his. His hands were on my cheeks, and then he crushed me against the wall rubbing his erection on my thigh.

He interrupted our kiss, to take off my shirt. Then he unclasped my bra, it fell down my arms and hit the floor.

"Shit, take them off."

He didn't have to tell me twice, I unbutton my shorts and teasingly brought it down with my panties.

He bit his bottom lips, his eyes were darkening. I turned the shower and stepped inside, cold water ran down my body making me shake.

"Someone's cold?" Naked, he brought me close to him. Both getting soaking wet under the shower. He kissed my lips, and grabbed my butt cheeks with his large hands and the pushed me against the wall next to us, "I can make you hot in no time."

He lifted my legs from the the ground, now my legs were around his torso.

"I'm gonna take care of your body tonight."

His mouth was immediately on mine. His desperation was showing as his tongue was thrusted into my mouth, this time not taking the time for pleasantries, as he didn't ask for permission.

I was just as desperate as he was, however, as my teeth nipped at his bottom lip, pulling it back and releasing as I dipped my head to his collarbones and sinking my teeth into each one, sucking the skin and leaving my signature.

Letting out a small groan at the feel of my lips on his skin, he leaned in and attached his teeth to my neck, soothing it with his tongue and licking a trail down to my breasts.

Adrenaline was pumping through our blood. We were animalistic in the way that we moved, the things we told to each other, not bothering to keep quiet with our words of heated encouragement.

Our lips met again, I ran my fingers through his wet hair and pulled them.

"Please" I sighed between the kiss.

He didn't need to hear me twice. He entered me quickly, almost harshly, his hands gripping my hips and while I tilted my head to let him kiss the other side of my neck. He moved my hips in whichever way he pleased as he pounded into me, he now rested his head on my shoulder. Our breaths coming out in quick, short bursts of air.

He got so much deeper, to hit his favourite spot each time, his name continuously rolling up from my throat.

"Zayn, fuck" I moaned.

"Hmph"

As he moved one hand to my chest, taking a nipple between his fingers, he sucked on my other one.

He slammed into me once, twice, three times more, holding his position on the last thrust. He was buried so deep inside me, keeping the head of his c*ck against the one spot that always sent me over.

I screamed out as he whispered the dirtiest things I had ever heard into my ear, finally letting the roaring flames consume me from the inside out. He groaned above me, he reached his own climax, wrapping his lips around the dip of my shoulder and biting down as I shook violently in his arms.

His hands rubbed up and down my back, goosebumps trailing after them as I came down from my high, my head buried in his neck as the both of us tried to control our breathing. I didn't think I could move after that.

I touched the ground.

Within a couple of minutes, I leaned back to look at him. He was looking down at me with the biggest smile. His hair covering a bit of his face, water dripping down his face.

He leaned down and pecked my lips, "You're beautiful."

"You're perfect."

Zayn grabbed the soap and looked at me again, "Turn around."

I grinned and do as he say, letting him soap me up and rub me down.