"Baby, that’s too much…" you mumble, staring at the chocolate syrup pooled in your belly button. Zayn’s eyes sparkled, then darkened, as the excess amounts began to flow down the sides of your stomach.

"Never too much, honey," he replied, and dipped forward to catch the syrup before it hit your cornflower blue tablecloth. His tongue traveled all the way back up to your belly button and back to the other side to repeat the action. You squirmed under him as he swirled his masterful tongue in and around it, gathering up every ounce of the sweet syrup.
You never had much of a sweet tooth but Zayn, despite his bad boy persona, had the biggest one you had ever come across. Even his nickname for you was sweet. When he first came to you with a mischievous glint in his eye and something hidden behind his back, you weren’t surprised to find his favorite brand of chocolate topping.
You hissed as he left a trail of it from between your breasts and down to your pelvis. Zayn always kept the syrup chilled for these kinds of situations. You bit your lip as he topped you off with a small circle of syrup surrounding each of your nipples. The goosebumps on your skin were already innumerable but increased when his mouth covered one of those nipples. The warmth from his mouth paired with the frigid temperature of the chocolate made you whimper, the pleasure of the combination rolling up your spine.
As his tongue made quick work of that peak, he switched to the other side and you felt his fingers ghost up the inside of your thighs. At the same time your body wanted to keep your knees together because of the cold, you could never deny Zayn’s hand. His mouth sucking on your nipple made the feather light touches of his fingers unbearable and you had to let out a moan.
"Don’t tease..ah!"
Zayn cut you off by clamping down on your nipple with his teeth and easily sliding a finger into your core. Without him having to even touch you once prior to it, you were already dripping and you knew it.
"You were saying?" he growls into your chest, and you can feel his smirk imprinting into your skin.
Your hand flies up to grip at his thick hair, your back arching into his lips, but he chuckles and maneuvers himself southward. As his middle finger gently massages your sex — dipping inside, then rubbing circles into your clit — his tongue licks the chocolate from right on top of it and to the valley between your breasts. He makes sure to clean you off with open-mouthed kisses, nipping at you wherever he seems necessary.
"Zayn—!"
He cuts you off again, his lips capturing yours. The sheen of sweat from your skin, the chocolate syrup, and Zayn’s own signature flavor all mix together to create a concoction that leaves you light headed. His tongue means to dominate yours and though you like to put up a fight, this time you let him win and he breathes you into him before beginning to pump two fingers into you at a steady pace. Your whines are muffled by his greedy kisses. He wants you, and he wants every bit of you he can have.
He breaks away from you and a loud moan rips from your throat as his fingers increase even more in speed. He stands up straight and lets his eyes roam over your naked, exposed body spread out on the dining table for him. A guttural groan escapes him and just as you’re about to come, he stops.
You’re about to express your agitation when Zayn grabs the syrup bottle and drips the cold sweetness over your heat. You squeal on contact and your thighs try to clamp closed by instinct, but he steps between your legs and holds them open with his arms. You squirm beneath him, the cold almost burning you, but how he’s looking at you turns you on just the same.
When Zayn kneels down in front of your spread legs, it’s almost enough to send you over the edge. He knows how to toy with you, how to wind you up until you beg for it, if that’s what he wanted to hear. He knew the anticipation is what always kills you. So, with the syrup dripping down onto the hard wood floor, he took his sweet time by planting kisses on your thighs, branding you as his. His tongue would dart out to sooth the painful marks, leaving more patches of moisture for the cool air to latch onto.
"Tell me what you want me to do," Zayn instructed, rubbing his lips against the smooth skin of your thigh. You sighed in frustration and gripped at the already wrinkled tablecloth.
"I…I want you on me."
"Want what on you, hm?" he crooned. He ran his tongue along your skin once more.
"Ugh, your mouth,” you groaned. He was so close you could feel his breath on your center. “I want your damn mouth, Zayn.”
"Oh, you want me to make you come with my mouth, yeah?" The inflection in his voice got you even closer to the precious release you were searching for.
“Fuck, yes," you replied, and you heard Zayn chuckle in satisfaction before he pressed his lips to your chocolate-drizzled ones.
His expert tongue lapped up every bit of syrup and you came hard in a heartbeat. He licked from the bottom, took his tongue all the way to your clit, swirled around that little nub, and went back down again. And when licking could no longer get the job done, he began to suck at your clit, his tongue managing to massage it at the same time. He devoured you like his favorite dessert — the satisfied growls from his mouth vibrating throughout your core, his stubble scraping against your now horribly sensitive skin.
"So good, baby," he groaned, standing up and planting kisses up the plane of your stomach. He left a scant trail of chocolate in his wake. "So fucking sweet.”
You could only hum with your mind in such a hazy state, but you raised your legs to draw his hips closer to yours. Zayn smirked and took the hint, remnants of the syrup still around his mouth. While you were stark naked, he was still fully dressed. He slipped the T-shirt over his head and took his time unbuckling his belt, smirking down at you, his pants dropping and getting kicked to the side. After giving you a deep kiss, he stands up straight and lines himself up with you, rubbing your swollen folds with the swollen head of his cock, before diving fully into you.
He takes you hard and fast and you swear the table’s going to break underneath you. You wouldn’t mind, just as long as Zayn didn’t stop. You were holding onto the edge of the table for dear life and he had his arms hooked under your knees, fingers digging into your thighs as he rammed into you without even taking a breath. A string of profanities fell from your mouth and a small part of your brain wondered if the neighbors could hear, but would it really matter anyway? Zayn’s thick girth stretched you so good you didn’t care who knew it. And you didn’t care who knew how many times that girth could make you come.
Towards the end, Zayn pulls you forward so your ass is partially hung over the edge of the table, and leans onto the table, his elbows resting on the wood. Your legs wrap around his slim waist and he continues to pummel you into the table as you capture his lips in a frenzied kiss. You lick the chocolate from around his mouth and bite his lips, sink your fingernails into his back — and that only drives him crazy.
“Fuck,” he groans loudly into your neck, his orgasm hitting him hard. He thrusts deep into you a few more times before emptying himself inside you.
It takes a few minutes for either of you to say anything. Zayn has good reason to be tired and you’re scared you were permanently fucked into that position. A few seconds later Zayn’s face turns to yours, a sweet grin on his features. You shoot him a smile back and his eyes quickly skim over you before settling on the center of your face. He chuckles and you ask him “What’s wrong?”
"Don’t know how it got there, but it looks like I missed a spot."

And he quickly licks the tip of your nose clean.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a while I had some issues to deal with in my family I'll try to update more