DIGGIN' ON YOU :: ZAYN✔️[𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚]

-hickies

SHMONEY

Zayn and Sari sat on the large blanket on the grass, their legs crossed and a cute wooden basket between them.

"This was a good idea, Bear," Zayn smiled as he opened the basket and got the food out, "a movie in the park. Maybe this time we'll actually watch a movie and not Gianna Michaels fucking two black guys."

"Right," Sari giggled, taking out a small bag of cheese puffs and opening it, "but when is she not sucking dick?"

"True, true," he chuckled and leaned back on his elbows, "what movie is it, baby?"

"I'm not sure but it's one of those independent movies," she replied, popping a few cheese puffs in her mouth.

"Ooh, so there might be nudity."

"Or emotional and mental distress. Your pick."

"I need to get comfy," he scooted towards her and pried her legs open, nestling his body between her thighs. Sari just rolled her eyes, both her small hands caressing his face.

"You're a big baby, I swear," Sari hummed happily, feeding him cheese puffs.

"Mmm," he hummed, his head resting on her chest and his eyes closing. Utterly adorable. "Tell me when it starts."

"Okay," because they were kind of early but still managed to be seated further back than they thought. There weren't a lot of people there but they didn't want to be clustered with anyone.

"Did I tell you I made permanent today?" Zayn spoke softly, his eyes still closed.

"No, you didn't. Congrats, babe!"

"Thank you, thank you," he grinned, "I mean, I deserved it, ya know? Felt like I was the only guy in my field doing their job. Well, me and this other guy, Niall."

"So, you're officially a computer geek?"

"Sar."

"Kidding," she said, leaning down to kiss his lips, "I'm very happy for you."

"Thank you," Zayn opened his eyes and puckered his lips again, "this movie is so on time. Note the sarcasm."

"Says the man who's late to almost every lunch date we plan."

"I've got to look my best for you, Bear."

"You look your best when you're not trying, man."

Zayn huffed. "Alright, real reason? I hit snooze like three times on the weekends and at work I'm usually in the break room playing paper football with Niall."

Sari giggled, swiping at his thick eyebrows. "I gotta meet Niall. He seems cool."

"He's actually a pale golf dweeb," Zayn confirmed with a grin, "oh, the movie's starting."

And their undivided attention was now on the big screen. Throughout the whole thing, Sari was confused as to what exactly was happening. It was one of those road trip movies that were supposed to be deep and meaningful but actually made no sense whatsoever. At one point one of he guys ended up naked in the backseat, narrating their trip to Iowa of all places to his grandmother's funeral.

"This sucks," Zayn spoke up a bit too loudly, causing people to turn to them and laugh.

"Baby, shh," Sari smiled, leaning down to hide in his neck.

"Sari, are we really gonna sit through the next hour of this movie?"

"Yes, 'cause it's a date. We're not leaving in the middle of something like this again. Remember the opera?"

"The opera was actually really good, I just had to take a shit and that guy beside us was looking at you weird," he scuffed, his hands cupping underneath her knees, "boy was about to catch a beat down."

"By you, twiggy?"

"Yup."

SHMONEY

"You're sleeping over at mine?"

"Yes, that's why I have my hoe bag," she made a face as they walked up the steps to his apartment, "plus, I'm about to move so a lot of my stuff is in boxes."

"You're moving? Where?"

"On the upper east side," she cheered, "I got my money up and I've been waiting for this for almost two years. I'm actually buying a house, man."

"I'm proud of you, Sar," he grinned down at her, unlocking the door to his apartment and walking in, "so is it nice?"

"Yeah, like, it's three bedrooms but it's like, I can't explain it," she threw her bag near the door and sat on the couch, "it's just right. Not too big, not too small. Just right."

"I'm glad then, 'cause chasing you around that apartment was restricting. I'm still sorry about that elephant statue."

"Should be," she hummed, straddling his lap now and playing the the collar of his shirt, "but I forgive you and whatnot."

"Thank you," he kissed her lips and his hands gripped her backside, making her moan. Sari's nails dug into Zayn's skin, causing his jaw to slack and a hitched breath escape his lips.

"So, I was thinking," she pulled away briefly to see his eyes closed.

"Thinking what?" he bit his bottom lip and slipped his hands under her shirt.

"That I could do a little something for you," she went back to kissing his jaw, nipping at several spots on his skin to produce hickies.

"And...God, what might that be?"

Sari didn't answer, instead, she trailed her hand down his stomach, unbuttoning his jeans. She kept her lips on his neck and lightly stroked him. Zayn groaned, holding her hips in place and moving his head so their lips met again. He was already hard by the feel and the length of his taut skin, so she kneeled in front of him, her tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

And he cursed, tensing a little before relaxing while she wrapped her lips around him and moved her head back and forth. She felt his hand on the back of her head and she made small slurping noises to turn him on even more. Zayn cursed too many times to count and it became worse when she took him all the way in and pulled away fully, repeating the action several times before she noticed his legs shaking.

And it was tough, because Zayn didn't come until almost fifteen minutes later, Sari's mouth just on the tip and swallowing every last one of his children. She felt it in her throat and almost grimaced, but she knew Zayn was happy by the looks of it.

He was leaning back in the couch, the neckline of his shirt over his face so one couldn't spot him. His hands were balled up behind his head and his breathing was shallow.

"Shit," he cursed and it was probably the sexiest thing he'd said all day.

Sari just stood, tucking his dick away and walking into the kitchen for something to drink.

"I hate you, Bear."

"For what?"

"For making me nut so quick."

Sari just hummed, drinking from the Ginger Ale bottle and closing the cap. Zayn's pants were on now, and he just lazily lied on the couch, watching Botched By Nature. "How ya holding up?"

"My knees weak, arms spaghetti," he admitted with a tired laugh. She sat beside him and his head moved to her lap. He curled up, hugging himself and closing his eyes. "Thank you, and goodnight."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. Honestly, ever since she met Zayn she had wanted to suck his dick and now that wish had come true, so. She wanted more.

And it was crazy, but. Who cares?

SHMONEY

LMFAO IM GRYIGN AT MYSELF

welp....

idk if I wanna include the birthday chapter or not we'll see