Zouis One Shots

Mad As Rabbits

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/chapters/1851208

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Zayn’s hands tighten on Louis’ hips, his own pounding in with increasing vehemence as he felt the tightening in his abdomen. Louis was crying out, his hands holding the headboard tight, though doing nothing to stop the way his body was being driven up the bed with the force of Zayn’s thrusts.

“Fuck- Zayn- Harder, yeah- fuck, there,” he stuttered out, his voice hoarse from the blow-job that he’d given Zayn earlier, head thrown back against his shoulder. “D-Don’t fucking stop.”

Zayn groaned, grabbing hold of Louis’ hair as he fucked him into the mattress hard, feeling Louis tighten around him before crying out heavily and coming. Moaning, Zayn picked up his pace until he finished a few seconds later.

Once he’d ridden out his orgasm, he slumped down onto Louis, kissing at his neck softly as he caught his breath. “Fuck you’re incredible,” he mumbled into his hair, slipping out of him slowly.

Louis hummed softly, wriggling for Zayn to get off, which he did, turning to face--

“Fuck! Kierran, why are you up?” He yelled, dragging the sheets up to cover himself and Louis, who had shot up into a sitting position as soon as he’d heard the mention of his son’s name.

“I couldn’t sleep,” their son murmured from the doorway, eyes wide, “all I could hear was Daddy yelling. It looked like you were hurting him, Za.”

Louis’ eyes widened, and Zayn bit back a laugh at both Louis’ mortification and the dumb nickname his son had invented for him because it was cooler than calling him ‘Pa’, before he remembered how serious this situation was. “How long have you been standing there, little man?”

Kierran shrugged, frowning softly. “Daddy, are you hurt?”

“No! No, I’m perfectly fine, buddy boy. Your Za and I were just... play-fighting.”

Zayn turned to give Louis A Look, cocking his eyebrow. “Yeah, Kierran,” he agreed somewhat hesitantly, “I was just showing your daddy a new move I learnt.”

“Can I learn it?” Kierran asked, his eyes lighting up.

Louis spluttered beside him, “It’s a special move for daddies. You might learn it when you get older, yeah?”

Their son frowned, crossing his pudgy little arms and poking out his bottom lip. “Why are you and Za naked?”

“Um,” Zayn started, sharing a look with Louis. “We got too rough and tore each other’s clothes off, which was very, very naughty of us.”

“So why does daddy’s voice sound like that, then? Are you sick daddy?” Kierran looked worried for a minute, and Zayn sighed.

Louis made a rasping noise beside him as he fought for words. “I- yeah! Sick,” he coughed twice, very unbelievably, “very, very ill. You should probably go back to bed, lest you come down with it too.”

Kierran bit his lip, “Are you sure, daddy?”

Louis nodded vigorously, feigning more coughs. “I don’t want you to get ill, little man.”

“Okay daddy. Night Za, take care of daddy for me!” He grinned widely, showing off the gaps in his teeth he was so proud of.

Once the door clicked shut, Louis rolled back onto his front, burying his face in the pillow with a blush that Zayn could see despite the dark. “Our fucking son just saw you shagging the daylights out of me.”

Zayn let out a small laugh, rubbing his hand down his back slowly. “I don’t think he saw much, love. He’s only six, I doubt he’ll even remember in a few days.”

“He heard me,” Louis whined, taking Zayn’s pillow and covering the back of his head with it. “Leave me alone to die.”

“C’mon. It’s not that bad, we had the sheets on us.”

Louis groaned, throwing Zayn’s pillow across the room as he gave him an unamused look. Zayn looked longingly at where his pillow was now in a crumpled heap by their wardrobe. “I probably deserved that.”

“You bet you did. Come to think of it, you know what else you deserve?”

Zayn cocked an eyebrow, slipping out of bed and making his way to where his pillow lay in a heap. He was mildly surprised Louis hadn’t gone spread eagle on the bed yet to kick him out of it. “What is that, Lou?”

“You’re the one that’s giving him the sex talk. All of it.”

Zayn sighed, walking back over to the bed. As he was about to lie down, Louis rolled onto Zayn’s side, making himself comfortable.

“You also deserve the wet patch.”