There's No Such Thing As Too Young

I grinned as I crawled up the bed to straddle Zayn's lower back, rubbing his shoulders as I kissed the back of his neck.

I was clad in his tank top and some panties, having thrown them on when I woke up.

Zayn was fast asleep, with his mouth slightly open, laying on his tummy with his arm outstretched to where I'd previously been lay.

"Wake up, birthday boy." I whispered in his ear, continuing to kiss any bit of skin I could reach.

It helped that that he was naked, with the sheet covering his bum and legs.

He purred and moaned.

"Okay, you're definitely awake now." I spoke, biting the cartilage on his ear before climbing off him.

Zayn groaned again as he rolled over, rubbing his eyes and scratching his tummy.

He opened his eyes slightly, turning on his side and looking at me.

"Hi." I murmured, touching his cheek.

"You're up before me again." He pointed out.

"Yeah, and not for the reason you think."

"Good."

He gave me a dopey grin.

"It's my birthday." He stated, and I laughed.

"It is indeed, so get up. I'm going to make you breakfast and I have presents!"

"I'm not getting up until you give me a birthday kiss." He denied, shaking his head.

I rolled my eyes, leaning down to peck his lips.

He grabbed my waist, pulling me on top of him so I was straddling his narrow hips.

Zayn deepened the kiss and I responded.

His curious hands wondered to my bum, giving it a firm squeeze.

I giggled into his mouth and he smiled into the kiss.

His hands then moved under the tank I was wearing, quickly cupping my boobs.

I pulled away and sat back, shaking my head.

"Babe! It's my birthday, at least finish what you started!" Zayn exclaimed, flopping back into the pillows and pouting dramatically.

"We spent Three hours finishing what we started last night."

"So? I'm a man, I have needs!"

"I don't care! Shut up and let me get your presents." I bent over the side of the bed, right over Zayn, and obviously he spanked me as I did so.

I glared at him as I sat back up, with four packages in my arms.

"You actually hid them under the bed? More specifically...my side of the bed?" Zayn questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah and obviously you were too dumb to look, so shut the hell up, smartass." I cussed, pinching his thigh under the sheet and of course avoiding his morning wood.

He yelped.

Once you start him up, you just have to finish him off.

That was definitely not happening this morning.

"Stop being mean to me on my birthday!"

"Stop being silly! Now open your presents!" I urged, handing him one.

He sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard.

He took the bow off and placed it on my forehead, grinning widely.

I rolled my eyes with a smile, removing the bow.

Zayn gasped when he opened the first one, a large grin forming.

I'd gotten him a new snapback, it was black with white detailing.

"I love it, baby!" He exclaimed, leaning to kiss me.

I smiled and handed him the other Three.

He tore open the gift wrapping.

I'd also gotten him a new pair of ray ban sunglasses, because he'd worn the other ones out from wearing them so often, he also got some new shirts and cologne.

"You didn't need to buy me anything, beautiful. I hate you spending money on me, you shouldn't have." Zayn told me, pulling me to him.

"I like making you happy." I murmured, stroking his lower stomach.

"You make me very happy anyway, Drella." He assured me, kissing my forehead.

"I'm glad."

"How did you get them?"

"I shopped online..." I whispered sheepishly.

Zayn chuckled.

Zayn moved his gifts to the floor, and then proceeded to roll on top of me.

He started kissing me and somehow managed to get me under the sheets with him.

"Zayn, I need to go and make you breakfast." I said between kisses.

"You are my breakfast." He replied, moving from my lips to kiss my neck.

"Zayn." I groaned, looping my arms around his neck.

"Shh."

I decided to stop fighting him and give in, which I always ended up doing anyway.

Since Zayn was already nude, I didn't have to do much work apart from lift my hips for him to pull my panties off, and arch my back for him to pull my shirt off.

He was gentle with my body as he caressed me, not touching my cuts.

I was learning to be more confident with showing him body.

He kissed down my chest and to the valley between my breasts, continuing to go lower.

Wait, this isn't about me.

"Stop." I begged, pulling him up to me.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, looking into my eyes.

"I want to give you pleasure." I blushed, looking away.

"You do give me pleasure."

"No, a different kind." I replied, hoping he'd catch on.

"What do you mean?" He asked, still puzzled.

I sighed and sat up, pulling on my top causing Zayn to groan.

I laughed and pushed him down, forcing his legs open slightly as I kneeled between them, keeping the sheets up to my lower back.

I kissed Zayn's lips, moving under his jaw and down his chest, right down to his navel.

Zayn's breath caught in his throat as he realized where I was going with this.

I sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves and then focused my eyes on the prize...

Well, in this case, the penis.

Zayn was already partly hard from our heated make out session before and partly aroused because he'd just woken up.

Zayn tangled his fingers in my hair as I grasped his length in my hand, pumping him.

I was eye level with his erection.

To say I was nervous was an understatement.

I'd never done this before.

I swallowed and leaned forward to press a single kiss to his swollen tip.

Zayn reacted and gasped.

He moved my hair out of my face.

I secured my lips around the tip, sucking.

The taste was something I wasn't sure of.

I couldn't even describe it.

I took more of him into my mouth, doing what felt natural.

Zayn seemed to be enjoying himself.

His stomach was tensing and his thighs were trembling.

Zayn was large and I couldn't fit more than a few inches into my mouth, so I used my hand on the left over part.

I circled his tip with my tongue and he groaned.

I continued to do this for another few minutes before he pulled me up his body.

He sat up with me in his lap, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply, not caring where my mouth had been.

If anything, he was getting more aroused.

Zayn pulled away from my mouth for a second, just to reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom.

I separated from him slightly, to allow him to rip open the wrapper.

While he was doing this, I heard the doorbell ring.

"Crap." I murmured, going to climb off the bed.

Zayn grabbed me before I could, shaking his head.

"I need to see who it is."

"They'll come back later if it's important." He said, ignoring the constant ringing.

I frowned but shrugged.

I guess he was right.

Zayn lay down with me straddling him, and it when then I realized what he wanted me to do.

"I, uh, don't know what to do." I admitted, resting my hands on his chest.

"Just do what feels natural, baby." He told me, lifting my body up and reaching between my legs to hold himself.

He rubbed himself against me for a few seconds, but guided himself into me, holding onto my hip.

I balanced myself on his chest, sinking down fully.

Zayn held his hands up, and I laced our fingers together, our palms connecting.

I started moving slowly, getting used to the feeling.

After a few seconds, I started moving faster, arching my back.

"Oh god, Drella." Zayn groaned, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Woo! Birthday sex!" Someone yelled, making me jump off Zayn and him to open his eyes in shock.

I pulled the covers over my naked lower half, Zayn too.

I looked at the culprit with a startled expression.

"Liam! Get out!" Zayn roared, throwing a pillow at him.

His best friend stood there with a shit eating grin, acting innocent.

He laughed loudly, slamming the door shut behind him.

We were quiet for a few seconds, just in shock.

I could hear numerous voices downstairs.

"How did he get in my house?"

"I think everyone is here, they must have been the people ringing the doorbell, we didn't lock the door last night." Zayn sighed, rubbing his face.

I grumbled to myself, throwing the covers off me, getting up from the bed and pulling my underwear back on.

I grabbed some pajama pants off the floor, pulling them on over my panties and grabbing one of Zayn's crewnecks.

"Why are you getting dressed? I'm not finished with you." Zayn pouted.

"Ugh, don't even start. I'm so bloody embarrassed, he's going to tell everyone."

"They don't care, they've seen it all before." He assured me, rolling the condom off and throwing it in the bin.

I tossed him some boxers, a top and shorts.

"Go and get dressed, I've already washed up. I'm going to face them and make some breakfast." I said quietly, rubbing my arm.

Zayn got off the bed, with the sheet wrapped around his waist.

He wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't be embarrassed, beautiful. You look hot when you ride me." Zayn grinned against my neck, kissing it before making his way to the bathroom.

I groaned, making my way downstairs.

I could hear laughter from the kitchen, and I put on a brave face upon entering.

It went quiet as soon as I entered, but a few snickers could be heard.

Louis, Emily, Liam, Niall and Harry were gathered around my kitchen, perched on the sides and at the counter.

They were all fighting off grins.

My cheeks heated up and I almost wanted to cry I was that humiliated.

I switched the kettle on for tea, spinning around and facing everyone.

As soon as we made eye contact, they burst out laughing.

I rolled my eyes, turning back around, grabbing Dimi off the floor where she was brushing around my legs.

"Aw! Come on, Drella! We've all been there!" Liam chuckled, hopping off the side and wondering over to me.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissing my forehead.

The contact didn't bother me that much, I knew Niall was harmless.

"I don't think I've ever been on top of Zayn." Emily giggled, making everyone burst into laughter again.

I narrowed my eyes at my best friend.

"How did you get into my house and how the hell did you manage to get out so early?" I asked her, ignoring the chuckles around me.

It was mostly Liam.

I don't think Harry was too impressed, but he chose to be mature and ignore the matter, merely studying me closely.

"Your door was unlocked and my Mom went to visit Auntie Joan with Dad, so I got out no problem." Emily shrugged, leaning into Louis's side.

"You could have ringed the doorbell." I retorted, pulling from Niall's side and going over to the boiled kettle.

"We did ring the doorbell, but you were too busy riding Zayn to answer it." Emily laughed, making me blush again.

"Leave her alone, guys." Zayn sighed as he entered the kitchen, strolling over to me and wrapping me up in his arms.

I gripped onto his shirt, burying my face in his chest, away from the taunting that was coming from our friends.

You know, it was weird referring to them as 'friends'.

I'd only ever known Emily and it was strange to have more than one friend.

"What are you all doing here?" Zayn asked, rubbing my back.

"We came to wish you happy birthday!" Louis exclaimed, cheering to himself.

"And you couldn't have waited until tonight?"

"Well, I see how it is. Obviously you don't love us anymore." Liam fake cried, hugging Harry, who laughed and punched him in the arm.

"Why am I friends with you again?" Zayn wondered.

"Because we make your life worth living." Liam answered.

"You're all idiots and I hate you for embarrassing my girlfriend, apologize."

"Sorry, Drella." They all chorused.

"I'll make everyone breakfast." I said quietly, earning cheers from everyone.

"We love you, Drella!" They all said together once again.

I rolled my eyes and pulled away from Zayn, grabbing things to make breakfast, listening to him talk to the guys about tonight.

Life was so fucking awkward.

Notes

Awkward....

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