Our Baby (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Chapter 4

"Lovely, wake up." A voice whispers in my ear, followed by gentle kisses placed all over my face; my nose, forehead, cheeks, eyelids, and finally my lips. Without opening my eyes, I push the alpha away from me, turning on my side and burying my face in my pillow. The alpha laughs, reaching up and running his fingers through my hair. "C'mon, sweetheart." The voice says. Vaguely I recognize the alpha to be Zayn. 

"Go away, I'm sleepy." I slur out. 

"Harry, don't make me get the ice water." Zayn threatens, although I can hear the smile in his voice. 

But it's enough to make me pull my face from the pillow, blinking sleepily up at him through narrowed eyes. "If you put ice water, or any water for that matter, any where near me right now, I swear to god you will never get laid again." 

Zayn throws his hands up in surrender, a huge smile on his face. "Fine, fine. No water. But please wake up. All the other boys left, grocery shopping or some shit, and I'd really like to spend our time alone cuddled together instead of watching you sleep, no matter how adorable you look." 

I sigh, my head falling back against the pillow. "I'll get up if you make me tea and get me a muffin." I bargain. 

"Deal." Zayn grins, already climbing out of the bed and making his way out of the room. He turns around at the last second, eyes narrowed, and points at me. "You better not be asleep when I come back though, Mister." He warns. 

I roll my eyes, waving him off. "Yeah, yeah. Go get my things now." 

Zayn disappears out of sight and I allow my eyes another moments rest before I sigh again and sit up. Perfect timing apparently because right after I sit up, Zayn walks in, my tea in one hand and the blueberry muffin, my latest craving, in his other. "Here you go, darling." He says, climbing on the bed beside me and handing me the items. 

"Thank you," I tell him, planting a kiss on his cheek and taking a sip of my tea. 

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A little over an hour later, I begin getting bored of the tv show Zayn insisted we watch, and I allow myself to fall sideways until my head lands in Zayn's lap. I move my body around, Zayn not even glancing down at me, until I'm on my back, looking up. "Z, I'm bored." I whine, pouting when he looks down at me and only offers a smile, then turns back to the tv. 

"Zayn," I groan, stretching out the 'n'. He still doesn't say anything, apparently very engrossed in whether or not Plankton will find the perfect gift for his computer wife for their anniversary, so I decide to take matters in my own hands, sitting up on my knees and pushing against Zayn's chest until he lies back against the headboard, but not without sending me a confused look. I roll my eyes when his go right back to the show, suddenly thankful that we decided to stay in our pajamas and Zayn's pajamas consist literally of sweatpants. Just sweatpants. Which is very easy to move.

"Harry, love, what are you-?" Zayn cuts himself off with a hiss as I pull his cock from it's confinements, pumping it to make it grow to full hardness. 

It doesn't take long at all, just a few strokes, to have Zayn a whimpering mess. A whimpering mess that thankfully isn't focused on the show anymore. 

I lean forward, giving the tip of his cock a few teasing licks. Zayn tangles his fingers in my hair, throwing his head back and hitting the headboard, which makes a loud smack that even I wince at. But Zayn either doesn't notice or doesn't care, only whimpering out 'More, please, H.' 

I place a few more teasing licks before I open my mouth, allowing the head of his cock to slide in. I tongue the slit, pulling a loud guttural moan from Zayn, before sinking a little further down. 

"Oh my god, Harry." Zayn groans out, peering down at me, his pupils blown wide. I ease down, until my nose presses against his stomach, then I pull completely off, before repeating the process, changing the pace every now and then, until Zayn is stuttering out 'I'm about to come, H.' 

I pull off, ignoring the protests from Zayn. "Come on my face," I say, glancing up at Zayn through my lashes. 

"Fuck." Zayn says in reply, already pumping himself. It takes maybe two more times before he's releasing with a cry. I lick my lips, successfully cleaning them off. Then I scoop the rest with my finger, waiting until Zayn looks down at me to suck it off, staring into his eyes the whole time. His head falls back again with a groan and a 'Jesus, you're gonna kill me.' 

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"Honey, I'm home!" Louis yells when the rest of my Alphas walk in the front door, all of them walking through the house until they find Zayn and I cuddled on the bed still, him now paying close attention to me. "What'd we miss, darlings?" 

Well that was fun. Kind of rushed though, sorry. Vote and comment (: 
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