Drabble/OS Prompts - #22 up FEB 26 (Index for all prompts on page 1) - Page 10

amazing...kids were so adorable!!!
write more soon

i have a prompt!!!
i was reading nervous system...so it propped up in my mind!!!
make asad a depression patient ( maybe because he has lost all his family) zoya will be his psychiatrist...bringing colors in his life...making him understand the importance of life...
wish u could write it!!!

Heyy
I jst read "sick Asad"...it ws awsm...so beutifully written yr
D bst part ws
"You can leave, Mrs. Rashid Khan. I don't want faux care from Janab Rashid's wife, but if you see my Ammi anywhere, tell her that her son needs her." 😭

I just love these prompt ideas !

Very cute update... Please keep writing n pmsing me 😳😳😳😳.

Thanks for the pm.

sick asad:
so touchy!!! poor asad...the last line...just awesome!!!

third os...
awee ...so cute!!! zain ...nice name!!!
write more soon

Hi! Here is the next request in line.

OS request by Monica (mochhug)

Prompt: "Kids are with Dilshad for the day, and Asad and Zoya get some time to themselves, to do, well you know"

Warning: Mature content. Reader discretion advised.

"Be good for Dadi, okay? No asking for ice-cream and toys. And please neither of you come home hurt, get it?" Zoya schooled her kids as they squirmed impatiently, eager to start their day.

Dilshad had offered to take the kids out for the day which would inevitably include ice-cream and toys. Asad and Zoya had jumped on the opportunity to spend some time together. Having two kids under the age of nine left the parents with little or no energy and time to spend with each other.

"They'll they fine, Zoya. I did have kids of my own remember?" Dilshad teased her daughter-in-law.

While Zoya laughed and bent down to kiss her babies, Asad gave his mother a stern look, "Ammi, don't give into their every whim. They will bring the wounded puppy look. Don't spoil them, please?"

Dilshad patted her son' cheek and said, "I am a grandma, it's my duty to spoil my grandkids. Now, let's go!" she called out to the kids and they scrambled after their Dadi.

As the door closed, Asad came behind Zoya and circled his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

"Mmm, you don't waste any time, do you, Jahanpanah?" Zoya teased him.

His wormed his arms tighter and said, "With the amount of time we have had recently? Nope. I certainly do not believe in wasting precious time."

Zoya turned around in his arms and looped her hands around his neck, moving closer to him, "And what, may I ask, are you planning on doing in this precious time?"

Yanking her into him, he leaned down and whispered, "When the kids are away, the parents shall play." His hoarse voice sent delicious tingles down Zoya's back and she let out a whimper.

Asad brought his right hand and gently traced the apple of her left cheek.

"Have I told you recently how beautiful you look, Zoya?"

Zoya closed her eyes and relished in his touch, "All the time, Asad. You make me feel beautiful."

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers, "Because I love you."

"Show me." she whispered.

That was all the invitation he needed. Encasing a hand in her hair, he tilted her face while leaning down and closed the gap between their lips. Sighing into the kiss, he brought her lower lip between his and sucked, leaving his upper one for her to feast on. Wrapping their arms around each other, they lost themselves in the kiss.

Soon the gentle kiss gave way to passion, hunger and desire. Asad's hands found their way to her back and slammed her to his body. Taking leverage of his hands, Zoya wrapped her legs around his waist and grinded their throbbing bodies.

"Z-Zoya!"

He grabbed her butt and held her in place and moved them towards their room. He kicked the bedroom door shut and walked all the way to the bed, all the while they kept their lips fused. He placed Zoya on the bed and crawled to situate him on top of her.

"Hello, my wife." He smiled at her, "I have missed you." He brought his hands to cup her hip bones and draw her lower body closer to him.

"I've missed you too, my husband."

They were always parents to their children, siblings to their siblings and friends to their friends, but got so little chances of being a husband and a wife - Asad and Zoya Khan.

They resumed their love-fest with roaming hands and lingering kisses and grinding bodies. Soon, their before clean room was a mess of flying clothes and thrown pillows and kicked off duvet.

When her shirt and bra was finally off and resting on the floor between the couch and coffee table Asad's large hands covered the newly exposed supple skin and Zoya arched into his touch with a pleasurable sigh.

A kiss against each pebbled nipple, was followed by a trail of wet caresses up her neck, until their finds each other again. Their tongues glided across one another's languidly as Asad's hands explore her top half. The fabric of her jeans dug into his stomach.

One of Zoya's hands gripped the hair on the back of his neck and when he had to pull away for air, she didn't let him go far. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs to find a pair of little pink panties with stars that match her abandoned bra.

For some reason this made him chuckle and she glared.

"Cute," Asad said.

"Jerk," she huffed.

He covered her with his body and kissed the scowl from her lips.

"Please," Zoya whined as he sucked on the skin behind her ear. "Please. Oh... please."

"Please."

"Don't beg, honey. It does not become you," he teased, and bit her top lip

"I'll show you begging if you don't move this sexy body of yours" she almost growled at Asad. She was silenced as his fingers came in contact with her aching parts. Instead of complaining,

She cried against as he pressed against her most intimate nerve.

She called out his name when she came undone around his fingers.

He watched as Zoya's chest rose and fell as he continue to work her, prolonging the pleasure he'd given her..

Grinning at her, he divested himself of his last remaining clothes. Bleary, lust-filled eyes followed his every move. It's not until his boxer briefs hit the floor, that she slid her panties off and flung them away. Her arms opened, silently calling Asad to her.

He covered her mouth with his own for a peck as he adjusted himself until he was pressed at against her heat. Their eyes met and he entered her warmth with a loud moan. Her eyes rolled, a whimper passed through her lips and her head dug into the cushion underneath her.

His name left her lips almost silently as he picked up a rhythm.

Her nails scratched his back.

Her hips rose to meet his thrusts with vigor.

Her lips caressed his softly one second and then roughly the next.

Zoya whispered his name into his ear and bit his ear lobe Asad wrapped his arms around her back and held her against himself as their pace quickens. Her cries grew louder and more frequent.

"Asad. So. Close," she panted.

He nipped at her lips and tried to hold off for as long as he could. And then as she fluttered around him and convulsed under him, with a long moan he fell over the edge right behind her.

"Oh!"

Their movement slowed down and kisses grew more languid until they merely lay next to each other, and caressed each other' moist and heated skin with feather light touches.

"That was..." she trailed off as Asad lapped at her sweet lips."Just..."

"Perfect."

"Mmhmm," Zoya hummed, tiredly nodding against his chest. Asad pulled the blanket they had kicked away around them. Her legs tangled with his and he rested his head against her chest, and listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal.

Both of them were almost at the brink of sleep when Zoya shot up in bed.

"What is it?" Asad asked, worried. "Are you okay? Was I rough?"

"No. I am fine, but let's..." trailed as she shook her head and got off the bed. She picked up their clothes and handed him his. "...dress before we nod off. If the kids are home early, we don't want them to get a visual of how they came to be!"

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OMG! Monica you naughty child. 😆 Beautiful & HOT update Simi :D