Love Drought | z.m ✔️

9*; keep quiet.

✨Touch'n you, Been thinking bout you all day, Touch'n you, touch'n you, Still can't get my mind off your body. ✨

•HER POV•

"You two been here since ages, get out and have some fresh air, lazy arses." I raise my voice at Zayn and Omar, they just keep on playing whatever stupid game there's on that stupid Xbox. It's 5 pm and they've new here the whole day, as I said, lazy arses.

"God, it smells like a farm here." I cringe as I head towards the curtains to open them. I'm grateful for the whiff of fresh air that hit me, and for the sunlight too. Though, Zayn and Omar groans and cover their eyes to prevent the strong sunlight from reaching to them too.

"Can you just leave us alone? We were having fun." Zayn glares at me.

"No, pretty boy. Both of you get up now, have a shower and freshen you, I can literally smell you both." I scrunch my face in disgust, they didn't really smell but they do look like they haven't showered for ages.

"Aight, whatever you say, though, I'm getting right back here after I shower and eat something, you too Zayn, yeah?" Omar stands up, stumbling a bit since he lost his balance stretching.

"Yes man, definitely. I said that this will be my favorite room when I first came in this house, and it really is." He does spend most of his time here; in the games room, too many unproductive days.

"Just go shower, both of you, I feel like I'm babysitting you when really, you both are older." They just grin at me, kids.

"I'm going, mom." Omar says as he gets out of the room.

"And you? What are you waiting for exactly?" I raise an eyebrow at Zayn, seeing that he didn't get out yet.

He comes closer to me and pulls me to him, he wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his head in the crock of my neck, he smells like weed and cologne, a mix that I shouldn't find hot, but since it's Zayn, it's definitely hot.

"Ew, get off me, you smell like weed. plus you stink." I push him away slightly.

"But I miss you." He bushes a strand of my curly hair behind my ear and starts to kiss my neck.

I resist the argue to enjoy his soft lips and push away again, "We haven't been even separated, you're just clingy I guess," he pouts, so fucking cute. "I know what you mean though, and I miss our intercourses more." I trail my lips on his jaw as I speak, when I reach his ear I whisper
, "but, I have a surprise for you after Omar leave, will make it up to you." I gently bite down on his sweet spot and he groans.

"I can't wait to see what is it baby. God, look what you've done." I look down to see his semi hard on visible.

"well, you can have fun in the shower and wank." I chuckle, he just groans and fixes his pants.

"Or, you could let me have a quickie with you on the billiard table." He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I scoff, "keep dreaming, now get out before I make you clean the room with me."

"I think the fuck not." And he's out. I laugh softly at his dorkness, he acts like a teenage boy most of the time, but he also has his moments when he's purely daddy as fuck.

***

"How about we go out to eat." Omar suggests. We've been deciding what to cook for diner for like half an hour now, they don't know what they want exactly. I feel like a mom with a dozen of children with different opinions.