My Savior «Zustin Mieber» DD/lb

Ten

Justin Point of View

I wake up with Zayn still on my chest and Ginger next to me. I smile, observing how lucky I am. "Daddy," Zee murmurs against my neck.

"Shh, go back to sleep, peanut." I kiss his cheek.

"You's still sicky?"

I nod, "a little bit, babe. Go back to sleep."

He sits up on my waist. "You's hungy, Daddy? I's make you some food," he offers.

I smirk, "yeah, can you get me some sort of meat?"

A shade of red takes over his cheeks. "Stop it," he whines, wiggling around a bit.

I hold his hips still. "Okay, I'm sorry," I pout playfully. "Daddy can get it himself, little one. Just let me up," I tap his butt gently.

He shakes his head. "I-I's can do it! Let me do it for you!" He yells adorably. I watch as he stands up and runs to the kitchen. I follow him and sit on the counter. "Y-You want turkey o-or peanut butter?"

"Whatever is easier for you, Ma Chéri," I smile at him.

He blushes, turning to the fridge. "I's gon' make you some soupy, okay, Daddy?" I bite my lip as he wiggles around to get the can from the cupboard. "You's okay?"

I nod, placing my hand on my growing hard-on. "I have to use the bathroom. Be careful," I quickly scamper to the bathroom off the hallway. My hand grips my hard member tightly, moving up and down at a quick pace. A slow, timid knock on the door makes me groan. "Just a second," I breathe heavily.

"You's food is ready," Zayn's beautiful voice calls.

I moan at this. "Say Daddy," I demand.

"What? Is you otay, Daddy?"

I cum just as the name leaves his lips. "Fuck yes," I smirk. "Yeah, baby! I'm okay! I'll be out in a second."

I clean up my privates with toilet paper and flush it down the toilet. I wash my hands. "Dada," Zayn grins as I open the door.

"What, peanut?" I chuckle.

"I's made you soupy!"

I smile at him, lifting him up onto my hip. "Oh, why thank you!" I say dramatically, causing him to giggle. "My little Prince is so amazing!" I cry.

He nuzzles his face against me. "If you's too sicky, I's can be big boy," he whispers with his legs holding me tighter.

"I'm okay, baby," I set him on a chair next to me. "I love taking care of you."

"Daddy," he giggles.

"What?" I laugh back. He makes a serious face. "What?" I repeat.

He just stares into my eyes as I eat a spoonful of soup. "I love you, Daddy," he whispers.

I grin, setting my spoon down. "Come here," I pull him into my lap. "I love you too, my special little peanut," I kiss his forehead.

Zayn wraps his arms around my neck. "My special Daddy," he kisses my lips.

I shake my head and pull away. "No kisses until I'm all better."

"I like your kisses," he cups my face, his voice suddenly becoming deeper.

I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him flush against my chest. He moves so his legs are on either side of me. "I like giving them. But I don't want you getting sick," I breathe out

"I just really–," he kisses the corner of my mouth. "I really need your kiss right now."

I don't waste anytime pressing out lips together. He pulls at the ends of my hair, making me groan. I hold my breath to try and stop the hard-on.

He pulls away, shaking his head. "Let it," he whispers, "I love you and I want all of you."