[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 334: Say Hello to Your In-Laws

~Zayn’s POV~

It was the most awkward, humiliating, and utterly hilarious mont of my life.

I could only hope that the connection was bad, or that they were hard of hearing. Please, let them think I was ordering socks! Or maybe that I was trying to describe a very aggressive new dish I wanted for dinner. Anything but the truth.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered in a low, wicked voice, "Say hello to your in-laws."

I pulled back just enough to look at him, letting out a nervous, breathless sigh as I shook my head frantically. "No, babe, please."

Before I could object, he spoke deliberately, his voice loud enough for the microphone to catch even if the call had been minimized again.

"Baby, I’ve put the call on full screen," he said smoothly. "You need to greet them now."

My eyes widened in disbelief. Is he serious? I stared at him, aghast, feeling my cheeks glow crimson again. He was deliberately putting through this, the absolute nace!

"Evric, I swear I’ll kill you," I mouthed silently, but he just gave a playful squeeze on my waist, silently demanding obedience.

Knowing I was defeated, and the alternative was staying locked in this embarrassing position forever, I took the plunge. I scrambled off his lap, almost tripping over my own feet.

I didn’t dare look at the laptop screen. I simply turned toward the desk, facing the cara’s general direction, bowed low at the waist like a complete fool, and mumbled an unintelligible greeting into the air.

"H-Hello, good morning! So sorry!" I stamred, keeping my eyes firmly on the floor.

As soon as the apology left my lips, I straightened up and bolted. I didn’t wait for a response, didn’t look back at Evric’s laughing face, and didn’t check to see if his parents were laughing too. I flung the door open and ran out of the bedroom, escaping back into the relative safety of the living room, collapsing onto the sofa in a state of utter, mortified relief.

I could still hear Evric’s booming laughter through the closed door. I was going to get back at him for this. Absolutely.

"Everything alright, dear?" Mom asked, looking up from the low-volu cooking show she was watching, utterly confused by my sudden, frantic appearance.

"Everything is fine, Mom," I managed to pant out, trying to appear normal while my heart hamred against my ribs.

It wasn’t long before Evric erged, unable to contain himself. He was laughing so hard he had to hold onto the sofa for support, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

Mom looked from my flushed, distressed face to Evric’s booming, uncontrollable laughter. She was completely baffled. "Evric? Is everything okay in there?"

Evric wiped a tear of laughter away. "Mom, everything is perfectly fine. Just... a slight miscommunication."

Mom just shook her head, giving us both a highly suspicious look, before turning back to her TV show, deciding we were too ridiculous to worry about.

Evric stepped closer, mischief dancing in his eyes as he gently took my hand. "Co on, baby, let’s go back inside." He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Or would you rather your mother hear exactly what you were asking for...?"

I gave him a fierce look that clearly told him not to finish that sentence, my blush deepening tenfold.

He quickly clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle another laugh, then helped up. We both walked back into the bedroom.

As soon as we were inside, I rushed straight to the bed and dove under the duvet, pulling the covers completely over my head and body.

Evric sat on the edge of the mattress, his voice still shaking with amusent. "It’s not that bad, you know," he teased, nudging the lump I made under the covers. "Why are you covering yourself? It’s not bad they heard you talk about it. At least they know we’re having sex, so why are you feeling so bad just because they heard you?"

I mumbled from beneath the duvet. "It would have sounded better if I had just told you we should have sex, but the way I said it... I sound like a slut. Too dirty and naughty."

Evric gently reached out and started pulling the duvet back just enough to see my face. He smiled tenderly. "That’s what I like, babe."

"You don’t get it," I insisted, pulling the duvet tighter around my shoulders. "Your parents will think I like... dick."

Evric threw his head back and started laughing so hard he couldn’t help it. "What did you just say?"

I repeated myself, trying to sound serious but failing miserably. "Your parents will think I like dick."

Evric leaned over , still chuckling. "Don’t you it? At least you like my dick, or don’t you like my dick?" He pulled the duvet completely down from my face, his eyes shining with affection and lust. "Don’t you like Daddy’s cock?"

I answered, my cheeks burning, eyes flicking away. "I love it... but now your parents know too. They know what I do... How are they going to look at now?"

Evric looked at and laughed again, reaching out to stroke my hair. "Are you on your period or sothing? What the fuck, you’re acting so cute."

He leaned back onto the pillow, drawing my head gently to rest against his chest, holding close. "Hey," he murmured, his voice soft and intimate, "I’m sorry. I should have told you earlier that I was on the phone... but I also didn’t expect you to say that out of nowhere."

I snuggled into his warmth. "Do you think your parents will think I’m spoiled and naughty?"

Evric chuckled softly, kissing the top of my head. "No, baby. They’ll probably think you’re a virgin who has never been touched, and that’s why you’re so excited."

I playfully pounded his chest. "Don’t tease , babe."

His hand moved down, slipping inside the band of my trousers, his voice instantly huskier. "I want you naughty..."