DIGGIN' ON YOU :: ZAYN✔️[𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚]

-daddy

SHMONEY

"This is actual fire," Sari muttered while staring down at the stage.

"I'm so confused," she looked to see Zayn making a face at the play.

"It's about love and tragedy," she whispered, "like Romeo and Juliette but modernized and not stupid."

"Then it's nothing like Romeo and Juliette, Bear--"

"Oh shush," she slapped him and continued to watch. They finally got tickets to a play they had wanted to make fun of, it included a cast of mediocre actors and their friends. Non-profit, just to get their names out there or whatever. Either way, Sari and Zayn only wanted to make fun of them.

"This is terrible," his arm dropped from around her seat and he rested his hands on his thighs. "Is this almost over -- what is she doing?"

The woman was holding a knife and coming up behind her husband with it, a sneaky smile on her face.

"What the fuck--"

"Oh my God," Sari covered her eyes and hid away from the scene. She heard the man holler and Zayn laughed, covering his mouth and snorting, "how is that funny?"

"You had to see his face," Zayn was red, even in this dim light, "oh God. This is so funny."

"Disrespectful," Sari looked down and noticed the man was now fake bleeding out on the ground and the wife was sloppily wiping up her mess, "she can't even kill right. You're supposed to be prepared for this -- there go the cops."

"Cops respond so fast to white people, sheesh."

"Facts."

"But when my sister was beating my ex girlfriend, where were they--"

"Faaaaacts, B."

"Shut up," he pushed her away and she just came back, hugging his side.

"You love me."

"Okay," he looked around at the half empty balcony and licked his lip, "Ay."

Sari made a face then blushed furiously when she realized what he was getting at. "I'm not sucking your dick, Zayn."

"I wasn't even going to ask that," his large hand hooked on the inside of her thigh and she got the point, "I mean, we went to dinner and you ate all the cheesecake. I didn't even get half the slice."

"How many times do I have to apologize? I was starving."

"Forgiven," he shrugged, "anyway."

"Zayn," she held his wrist as his hand traveled down her skirt and past her underwear, "if I'm too loud--"

"Then I'll stop, but shut up, Bear."

"Zayn--"

"It's fine, just let it happen."

Cesaria gulped, feeling two of Zayn's fingers cup her gently and circle around her center. She opened her legs a little wider and squeezed his wrist in anticipation.

"How wet are you?"

"Stop it," she looked down and a rush of heat ran to her face again because he was staring also. Sari took a deep breath and lightly bucked her hips at his fingers.

"I said, how wet are you?" he repeated again, this time harsher than before. He stopped his movements and Sari let out a small whine, "Sari."

"Very, very, very wet, Zayn," his middle finger was inside first and she bit her lip, "please."

"Please what, Bear?"

"I'm not doing this with--" she covered her mouth when he pushed the second finger in, her insides were going crazy and the warmness started to build up in her tummy. The stage below showed the woman talking to the police like she didn't just kill her husband. Sari wanted to kill Zayn.

"Do your thing," he raised his brows and pulled her skirt down just a little, exposing her hips to him.

"Zayn, we gotta go," Sari moaned lowly as she felt how slippery her thighs got and the warm feeling of Zayn's hand against her skin.

"Come on," he pulled away fully and looked at his hand, glistening with creamy juices from Sari's insides. He licked his fingers and she was so done, getting up and rushing in front of him out of the theater.

She really needed him right now.

SHMONEY

Instead of going home to have sex, Sari and Zayn found a bathroom in the back of the theater that was surprisingly clean and didn't smell terrible. The door was locked and she sat on the sturdy sink, her blouse opened and her skirt pulled down to her ankles.

Zayn was already hard, his pants tight and his own shirt unbuttoned. He kissed her hard, his hands skimming under her thighs and pulling them closer. She felt him thrust in and moaned loudly, her hands on his shoulders and her chest moving with every hit.

"Oh my God," Sari braced herself on the sink, her hands clawing at the porcelain and her legs spreading farther around his waist, "fuck, Zayn."

"Yeah?" his hand cupped around her neck and he kissed her again, his tongue moving in her mouth and their breaths mixing along with the heat of the room.

"Go faster."

"Go faster what?" he egged on, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her response.

"Zayn, I'm not--"

"I can't hear you--"

"Daddy," she moaned finally, giving up and trying not to cry at how good this felt, "go faster, daddy."

"Louder."

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she chanted uncontrollably, feeling her thick thighs shake and her wetness spread all over.

"Fuck," Zayn groaned loudly with one last thrust, his seed filling into her and a loud sigh releasing from his lips, "Sari."

She hummed, her back arching a little as he pulled out. She grabbed a paper towel and wiped him off seductively, watching him harden again and grinning wickedly.

"Bear, stop," he laughed nervously but his pupils were still dilated, "fuck."

Sari got up, pushing Zayn down on the closed lid of the toilet, she got on top of him, her hips grinding on his. He moaned, his face stuffing in her chest and his tongue attaching to her skin. She grinded and bounced on him some more before she felt the knots in her stomach again, making her sweat and go faster since she was close.

"Don't stop, don't stop, baby," Zayn urged, the veins in his neck popping as he watched himself go in and out of her. Sari started to shake again and clawed at his arms, the scratches showing up against the tattoos. She stopped when she came, her breathing erratic and her hands resting on his chest.

"You're disgusting," he breathed out a laugh and kissed her again, "I love you, Sari."

"I love you more, Zayn," she got up and tucked the blouse back in her skirt, "we have to go, oh my God."

"To finish what we started," he buckled his pants and straightened his tie in the mirror, "because I'm definitely not finished with you, baby."

"Oh god," her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she walked away and opened the door to the bathroom, peeking out to find no one in sight. "Come on, Zayn."

"Okay, okay," they both left the bathroom and Zayn wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "there was as a small little puddle in your seat when we left the bal--"

"Shut up, I swear to God," she blushed and they exited the theater.

SHMONEY

happy sunday 😘😈