You Mean The World To Me (Ziall) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

This is the most awaited smut chapter. Let me tell you about something, when I'm writing this chapter, smut are the last thing I would write because first of all, I'm a horrible smut writer and bad at describing details. I think I get inspired because the day when I write this is the day when Zerrie breaks up. The ideas keeps flowing in my head until eight hours later, I finish a smut chapter.

Anyways, this is a private chapter it means, you're following me. And this is not the last smut that I'm going to write. The next one is on chapter 7 so I hope you guys would love that one as well.

This chapter is dedicated to yin-and-yang because she's been with my book ever since the beginning. Thank you for the undying support so I'm hoping you're going to like this one.
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Zayn remembered going to the bed last night at eleven and now its three o'clock, still he's wide awake. He tried every sleeping position there ever was, and yet the sleep wasn't coming onto him. With this frustration in him, he decided to get up, turning on the lamp sitting on his bedside table. The yellowish shade of light spread through the room and it took a while before he could adjust to the light.

"What do I do now?" He asked himself. Then, at corner of his eye he saw his phone blinking. After unlocking it, he saw a Twitter notification. The trending section of twitter made him curious.

"Ziall? What's this?" With it, he clicked it then a bunch of manipulated pictures of him and his assistant together. A chuckling sound escaped from his lips as he browsed pictures after pictures. "This is creative."

"Niall, look at this..." he patted the bed while he giggled looking at his phone but when he looked sideways, he saw that there's no one else in the room, realizing that Niall isn't there anymore. The glooming feeling spreading deep within was making him want to remember the way things used to be.

A flashback from months ago...

"What kind of game is this?" Niall asked in irritation as he felt his sense of vision has been taken away from him due to the blindfold pressing on top of his closed eyelids.

"Trust me." Zayn giggled.

"You better be wearing clothes." The blonde threatened but he preferred if Zayn's not wearing anything. That's a fantasy he'd want to see again.

"Of course, why would I take my clothes off?"

"N-Nothing..." The blonde blushed profusely, cursing himself internally for saying stupid things. He hoped that Zayn wouldn't put the puzzle pieces together and figuring out his secret. "Just tell me what we're doing?"

"Cool your jets, okay?" Then, Niall heard a sound that similar to utensil being placed abruptly on a plate. Not a moment later, he smelt something good. "Is that food?"

"How'd you know?" Zayn grinned. It never ceased to amaze him how the blonde's nose could pick up any scent within a split second.

"Well, you know me." Niall shrugged off then laughed.

"Okay." Zayn said. "Open your mouth."

"No." Niall disagreed. "I don't even know what you're gonna put in my mouth." But then, he became flustered as a nasty thought popped in his head. There's only one thing that Niall didn't mind if Zayn put it in his mouth. His cheeks gave a reddish pigmentation right after.

"Are you alright? Your cheeks are turning red." Zayn asked.

"I-I'm not..." Niall quickly pat his cheeks to hide the discoloration of his skin. "Let's just get this over with."

"Then open your mouth."

Niall nodded, opening his mouth. Not a moment later he felt the soft, spongy texture. He closed his mouth, chewing it. The juice extracted from it, leaving a sweet taste in his mouth. He smiled feeling the after effects.