Sex with benefit (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 30- Sex

Emma's P.O.V

"Jake" I cried as he threw me over his shoulder. He chuckled.

I was currently as Zayns football practice. "Put me down" I shrieked clutching on to him as he began running across the field. "Seriously Jake- I don't feel good" I immediately felt like throwing up. "Shit shit sorry" he muttered setting me down.

I ran over to the trash can throwing up into it. Feelings Jake's big hand rub my back.

"Is that because of the coma?" he asked handing me a stick of gum. I nodded. "Damn Emma, I'm sorry I forgot you get nauseas" he apologized. "It's fine" I sent him a small smile.

"Alright babe, I'm ready, lets go" Zayn walked up to me. "Okay, see you tomorrow Jake" I smiled he nodded.

"Are you okay babe? I saw you throw up" Zayn rubbed my back as we walked to his car. "I'm fine" I assured him. He nodded kissing my temple as he opened the passenger door for me. Thanking him quietly I slipped in. "So, you get your cast off tomorrow huh" Zayn smiled I nodded. "You know what's happening on Wednesday ?" I asked. "Our 3 month anniversary" he grinned I nodded giving him a light peck on his lips.

"God my muscles feel sore" he grunted. "I need to go to the gym more" he scratched the back of his neck.

"I can give you a massage if you'd like?" I asked. "I can wait till tomorrow, I think you'd be comfortable doing it with both your hands" he placed his hand on my inner thigh. I nodded.

"I wanna get a new tattoo" I told him. "Really? What do you wanna get?" he asked. "I'm not to sure, I wanna think it through" I said he nodded parking into the driveway.

Grabbing the mail from the mail box I giggled.

Zen Malik

Walking into the house I spotted Zayn in the kitchen "Zen Malik!" I called he furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" he asked. "Zen Malik?" I questioned handing him the electricity bill. He groaned.

"I've corrected them so many times it's not even worth it anymore"

Rummaging through the mail I handed him what was his. Kissing his cheek softly I walked up to the bathroom.

Turning the shower water on I wrapped a bag around my cast. Stripping out of my clothes I stepped in the water.

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Wrapping a towel around my body and throwing the bag away I walked to my drawers. Slipping on a pair of white regular undergarments I walked over to Zayns drawers.

Opening up the 3rd drawer I grabbed his black button up shirt. Slipping it on Zayn walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his lower waist.

I looked at his chest frowning. He had about 9 tattoos removed. "What's wrong?" he asked as I buttoned up the last button on the shirt.

"I miss your tattoos" I wrapped my arms around his neck. He chuckled kissing my lips softly.

"I know baby, I miss them to" he caressed my cheek softly.

"Just 11 more removed then it'll be done" he kissed my cheek. I nodded. He walked over to his drawers dropping the towel to the floor. I whistled grabbing my phone.

He burst out laughing slipping on his boxers. I giggled. His laugh was so adorable how his tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth. His nose slightly scrunched. "You have a seriously nice ass" I complimented.

"Not as nice as yours" he winked. I chuckled walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

Walking to the fridge I grabbed all the things I needed to make a sandwich