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Zayn

He’s not coming.” She thought as she fought the tears that threatened to fall down. “He’s been gone the whole day.” Y/N was waiting for Zayn for over three hours. Three hours in which she just sat down on their couch, dressed up and ready for that dinner they planned. Or no, she planned it. Actually, she planned everything. She went out and bought this new dress in Zayn’s favorite color, new high heels, new jewelries, new perfume, new makeup, new lingerie. She even booked a table at this fancy restaurant down the street. But yet, he didn’t show up.
Why all this? Because Y/N and Zayn were supposed to be celebrating their two year anniversary. And more than that, this night was more special for Y/N than it was, probably, for Zayn. Because in this night, she was ready to give herself in and to sleep with the love of her life. She thought that Zayn deserved it, because he was nothing but sweet and caring during this whole time their relationship lasted. He never pushed her to do anything, he was always there for her. He loved her.
But with all of this, she never thought he wasn’t going to show up that night. She told him to come home because she had something to offer him, that she planned something. And with all her might, she thought he will be there.
As her tears finally fell down, Y/N got up and slowly took her shoes off then made her way to their bedroom. Turning on the lights, she silently wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath. She wasn’t going to cry. Even though it hurt like a bitch, she wasn’t going to be weak.
The fact that she actually thought to have sex with him that night was upsetting her the most. She trusted him, waited for him, but yet, he chose to go out with his friends. Not even a ‘happy anniversary’, or a text, or a call… nothing at all. Zayn left early in the morning, when they barely changed a couple of words. Then, he called to tell her he won’t be home for lunch because he is busy with band stuff. It hurt her.
Going in front of the mirror, she took her expensive earrings and pearls off as she was still fighting the tears. Taking one last glare at the mess she was, she unzipped her dress then put on one of Zayn’s old shirts.
Y/N looked at the clock again: 11 PM. Way too late. Sighing, she took the gift she bought for him, same with a small note then put them on Zayn’s pillow. Turning the lights on, she tucked herself in, not wanting to wait anymore.
She just wanted to sleep so she’ll be able to forget the fact that her own boyfriend forgot about her and about the special occasion that really meant a lot for her. Y/N closed her eyes right away, trying to ignore all the tears and the anger that were slowly forming.
In thirty minutes or so, the door of their flat was open and Zayn finally stepped in. Yes, he had no idea that today was their two year anniversary but this doesn’t mean he didn’t love her. He loved her with everything he had. She was his world, his strength, his happiness, his queen, the reason why he got up in the morning. He could do anything, absolutely anything for this girl.
“Babe?” Zayn called as he took his shoes off, his jacket following after.
“Where is she?” he mumbled as he carefully made his way through the dark flat. As he opened the door of the room they shared, he called her name one more time. Again, no answer. A smile appeared on his face as he turned on the lights and saw her laying down under the covers, peacefully sleeping.
But the smile faded away as he saw the deep red box that was resting on his pillow. Taking the note in his hand, he felt how his heart dropped. Zayn realized in that moment how much he screwed it up.
“Happy Anniversary Baby xX” the note read. Swallowing hard, he carefully took the small box and opened it, a small gasp leaving his lips as he saw the brand new watch he so badly wanted to have. Then, he remembered how she kept telling him to be home because she had a surprise. How excited she was in the morning. He couldn’t believe he forgot.
Zayn didn’t even buy her a gift, or at least a small bouquet of flowers. Or a text message. He didn’t even bother to tell her he’ll be late. He knew he hurt her, he knew he disappointed her. In that moment, he wasn’t even brave enough to wake her up and apologize. But he had to do it. Even though he definitely hated himself for what he did, Zayn slowly got up and made his way to the other side of the bed, kneeling in front of his girlfriend’s sleepy face.
Pulling a strand of her long hair away of her face, he slowly kissed her cheek, then her temple, then her nose. He kept kissing her until he felt her slightly making noises, her face moving a little to the side.
“Baby girl…” he whispered, kissing her lips then looking at her, hoping she will wake up and that she won’t be mad at him. “Baby girl wake up please.”
And finally, after many kisses, Y/N opened her eyes, keeping her gaze on Zayn as she was trying to figure out if she was dreaming or not.
“Hey.” Zayn quietly said, smiling sweetly; still hoping that she wasn’t as mad as he thought she was. But when she just stared at him and didn’t answer, he knew she was really mad. Because seeing him always made her happy, she was always smiling when he was around. Well not this time. This time, she was just staring back at him, her eyebrows furrowed, her lips not moving at all.
“I’m sorry.” Zayn said, a sigh leaving his lips. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone tonight.”
“Yeah, happy anniversary to you too.” Y/N said, turning around after so her back was facing him. Sighing again, Zayn got up and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand pulling her shoulder so she was looking back at her.
“Come on, listen to me.” He said, his lips involuntary pouting. “Just get up and listen please.”
Y/N took another second to stare at him, but she gave in finally. She got up, leaned on the headboard and crossed her arms at her chest as the plush blanket was covering her lower part.
“Baby girl I’m sorry, I swear I am.” Zayn started to say, looking pleadingly at her. “I swear I didn’t mean to be late tonight, or to leave you alone on our anniversary. I have been so damn busy these, you know it too. These photoshoots, signings, concerts, promoting are driving me insane. I barely have time to breathe, baby. I know you planned something for tonight and I am so fucking sorry for just going out with the lads when the only thing I should have done was to stay home with you. I know you think I am the worst boyfriend ever and you have all the rights in the world to believe it. I’m such a dick because I forgot about our anniversary and you actually have no idea how bad I feel right now. Just please let me make it up to you.”
“I am busy too, you know.” Y/N spoke, her voice screaming disappointment. “I have Uni, exams to pass and you know the pressure people put on me because I am your girlfriend. I have a job too, because I don’t want to use your money. I’m not home most of them time, just like you. But despise this Zayn, I have never forgotten about our date or about a special day that was supposed to mean a lot for our relationship.”
“I know.” Zayn nodded, his eyes sad. “You’re the most amazing person ever and I have no words to describe how much I love and how much you mean to me. I promise you that only because I forgot about this day, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore. You know you’re the reason why I still go on with everything. Just… just tell me what I have to do to make it up to you. Do you want to travel? Or do you want that expensive necklace you saw it days ago? Just name it baby, and I’ll get it for you. Please.”
“Stop.” Y/N sternly said. “I don’t need these things to forgive you. You know I don’t like it when you do that. I don’t want you to give me things just to prove something to me. I want you to do it because you feel it.”
“Baby I beg of you, forgive me.” Zayn pleaded. “I just… I just don’t know what to say or do.”
Y/N sighed then looked down at her hands. She mumbled something incoherent, something only she knew what.
“What?” Zayn asked, frowning. “I didn’t understand.” Y/N looked up at him, biting her bottom lip in nervousness.
“I wanted to-“ she paused, thinking, as Zayn was looking confused at her. “I wanted to go all the way with you tonight. This is why I actually am disappointed. Yeah, it hurts so much that you forgot about me, but the lads are more important than I am, I guess.”
“What?” Zayn widened his eyes. “Do you even hear yourself Y/N? How can you possibly say the lads are more important than you are? I love you with everything I have, I promise you and swear you are the most important thing in my life. I don’t even know why the fuck I chose to go out tonight.”
“It’s okay, I guess.” Y/N shrugged, not wanting to fight with him. In the end, it was the first time he forgot about their date. Maybe she was just over reacting. “Let’s just sleep.”
Zayn grabbed her hand as Y/N was about to lay down again and brought her closer to him. He looked carefully at her, not letting go of her hand.
“Did you really want to give yourself to me tonight?” Zayn slowly asked her. As a response, she only nodded, looking down at their hands. “Are you still mad at me?”
“No.” Y/N shook her head, looking back up at him. “It’s the first time in three years you forget something, so I guess it doesn’t mean anything. You’re right, you were too busy.”
“No, baby that’s not true. I should never be too busy for you.” Zayn said, kissing her soft hands. “I promise you that starting with tonight, I’ll never forget something. I’ll even remember your family members’ birthdays. Just give me a second chance?”
“A second chance?” Y/N half smiled. “I didn’t break up with you. It’s fine, I told you.”
“So we’re good?”
“Yeah, we are.”
Smiling, Zayn leaned in and softly brushed his lips over hers, as she closed her eyes and cupped his right cheek, her lips moving on his.
“Thank you for the gift.” Zayn said as they pulled apart. “It’s amazing.”
Smiling, Y/N kissed him again, the smile never disappearing as their lips were moving against each other. Moaning softly, Zayn licked her bottom lip, quietly asking for permission which gladly, she offered. His tongue filled her mouth and she sucked on it, knowing this part always drove Zayn crazy.
Zayn got up on his knees and slowly pushed Y/N down on the bed, getting on top of her as the blanket pinned her down. He kissed down her jaw, biting on her sweet spot that was hiding right on top of her collarbones as she let a soft moan leave her lips.
“Zayn.” She breathed out, swallowing her nervousness. “I-I’m ready.”
He quickly stopped and looked into her eyes. He knew how much she was afraid of doing it, of the fact that it will hurt too much or that she will be disappointed after. So he never pushed her. He just waited until she said it’s safe to do it. This is why in that moment, besides doing it, he just stared at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded.
“We don’t have to do it Y/N. Not if you are not ready yet. I don’t want you to regret it later.” Zayn said, honest.
“I want it.” Y/N said, feeling confident for the first time about it. “I want you to be my first.”
Zayn didn’t move at all. As much as he wanted her, he wasn’t going to do that move if he felt a tiny little seed of distrust. A smile spread on his face as he felt she was one hundred per cent sure of it.
“I’ll be your last too.” He said, softly pecking her lips. That peck though, turned quickly into a heated make out session. They were forcefully kissing now, their tongues fighting for dominance.
Pushing the blanket away off her body, Zayn kissed down her jaw again, biting, sucking and licking every inch of skin he could get to. He barely did anything and Y/N was a moaning mess already.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt she was wearing, he looked into her eyes as he pulled it over her head. His eyes snapped open as he saw the matching lingerie she was wearing. That purple lace that covered and hugged her curves perfectly.
“Fuck.” He moaned, his eyes scanning her body. “Is this new?”
“Yeah.” Y/N shyly nodded.
“I love it.” Zayn smirked, kissing her neck again. This time he went downer, his wet and warm lips kissing between her breasts, then going downer on her stomach. He kissed her skin, smirking as he felt how shivers ran through her body. He kissed her hips, her panties line then up again, kissing around her belly button, under her still covered breasts.
He grind his hips on hers as he cupped her both breasts, groaning as he felt them for the first time in three years. Looking up at her, Zayn kissed them over the lace, wetting her nipples, grinning as they got hard under the purple cloth. With his eyes boring into hers, Zayn pulled down a cup of her bra, taking the nipple in his mouth as Y/N closed her eyes and shakily breathed out. He ran his tongue over the small nipple, gently biting it, his hips still grinding on her hips.
Y/N raised her chest up in pleasure and Zayn took that as an opportunity and unclasped her bra, took it off and threw it over his shoulder. He rested on his palms as he just stared down at her breasts, biting his lip.
“God, I love those.” He said, kissing her left breast as his hand was massaging the other one. Y/N could feel herself getting wetter as Zayn was working his magic on her. His hips circling on hers, his lips playing with her breasts. She was in heaven already and she wondered if she was going to be able to take the pleasure she knew Zayn was going to offer her.
Zayn’s right hand went down as he stopped grinding his hips, cupping her through her panties. His palm rubbed her clit as she raised her hips up, grinding against his hand. He smirked then raised her hips up, pulling off her panties. He didn’t take them off though, her tights stick to each other as he kept her up by the back of her knees. Zayn kissed her arse cheek, around her heat, then up her tights until he finally took her panties off and spread her legs wide open.
He stared down at her in awe as she closed her legs, feeling ashamed.
“Why is he staring like that?” she questioned herself.
“Don’t.” Zayn said, looking into her eyes as he spread her legs open. “You’re beautiful. So damn beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
Y/N blushed deeply as Zayn got on his stomach, facing her wet pussy. He looked straight at her as he licked between her folds, two of his fingers spreading her open for him.
Immediately, Y/N moaned, her hands flying to his hair, grabbing it tight. She touched herself before but nothing from what she tried felt like this. Zayn took her clit into his mouth, licking it and making figures eight on it.
“God, Zayn!” Y/N moaned, not being able to stop her hips from grinding against his lips.
Slowly, he pushed one finger in and her eyes went wide open. She looked down at him and met his eyes as he waited for her to adjust. Zayn pulled it out almost the whole way then back inside, curling it. Her knees shook as Zayn kept sucking on her clit and pumping his finger in and out of her, hitting that special spot inside her over and over again.
“Z-Zayn, I-I think I’m close.” Y/N moaned, gripping his hair tighter as she fought the urge not to close her legs around his head.
Zayn pumped his finger faster, sucked harder and hummed against her, wanting to bring her over the edge. It didn’t take long until she was coming all over his finger, her loud moans echoing through the room. He moaned too, rubbing himself against the sheet, desperately needing friction.
Zayn got up and licked his lips, then took his finger out and looked at it. Smirking and looking into her eyes, he put it inside his mouth and cleaned it.
Y/N took Zayn’s shit off, then kissed his stomach as he was staying up on his knees in front of her. She took his belt off, cupping his hard dick that was begging for attention. Zayn moaned as she squeezed it, but grabbed her hand and pulled it away, making her look up at him in confusion.
“Tonight is about you.” Zayn said, hovering over her again. “You and only you.”
Y/N smiled as Zayn was taking off his pants and boxers at the same time. She widened her eyes as she saw his dick slapping his stomach. He was huge, thick and long. Swallowing hard, she was thinking if she could take him all.
“Don’t worry.” Zayn sweetly smiled as he was kissing her throat. “You’ll be able to take it, I promise.”
Nodding, Y/N spread her legs open as Zayn got between them again and kissed her lips. He took her hands and brought them over her head, moaning as his tips barely touched her still wet pussy. Putting his right hand between them, Zayn grabbed the base of his dick and rubbed the head on her clit, gaining moans from both him and Y/N.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” he asked her again.
“Yes, definitely.” Y/N nodded, feeling her heat beating faster.
“This is going to hurt, but I promise you it will go away quickly.” He told her. “I’m gonna go all the way in. Tell me if you can’t take it and I’ll stop, okay?”
Again, Y/N just nodded, looking at him. She was nervous, of course she was. But she trusted Zayn and she knew he wasn’t capable of hurting her, no matter what.
“Okay?” Zayn asked again, needing her to use her words.
“Yes. I promise I will tell you to stop if I can’t take it.”
Nodding, Zayn pushed himself in carefully, as slow as he could. He looked down at her as Y/N squeezed her eyes shut in pain. She felt like thousandths of knives were cutting her at the same time. Tears formed into her eyes as Zayn was still pushing in. She felt her innocence run down her tight as she was biting her cheek.
“Baby girl look at me.” He whispered. “Baby I’m all the way in, look at me please.”
Y/N opened her eyes, the tears blurring her vision. Zayn wiped them away, then looked at her sadly.
“I’m sorry.” He said, kissing her throat.
“No.” she swallowed hard, breathing deeply. “Just give me a second, I’ll handle it.”
He nodded and licked his thumb, pressing it against her clit. Kissing her throat, he rubbed circles on her clit, trying to make the pain disappear quicker. And it worked, because as soon as Zayn sped up his thumb, Y/N moaned out, in pleasure.
“M-Move.” She said, exhaling deeply.
Zayn stopped kissing her throat and looked at her as he slowly pulled out then went back inside, as slow as he could. It still hurt her, but he was gentle enough. She could take it. And after one minute, the pain slowly started to fade away, drops of pleasure taking its place.
Y/N was moaning, holding onto her boyfriend’s shoulders as Zayn was trying to keep himself from slamming hard into her. The tightness was driving him crazy, he didn’t have sex in three years and for a guy, that’s a long time.
“Faster.” Y/N moaned as she felt only pleasure now. Kissing her lips and pressing his chest on hers, Zayn picked up his speed, still being careful. His hips were moving faster, moan after moan leaving his lips.
“God, you feel so damn good.” He moaned. “So fucking tight, warm and wet. Just perfect.”
“F-Fuck!” Y/N moaned loudly as Zayn took her into his arms and rolled over. He sat on his bum on the bed and held Y/N on his lap, still buried deep inside her.
Y/N got the point and raised herself up then slammed herself down onto his dick, holding onto Zayn’s shoulders as he was desperately kissing her. Both were a moaning mess, panting and calling each other’s name.
Zayn grabbed her hips and helped her move as he felt she got tired.
“Do you like it?” he moaned, looking at her, biting his lip. “Hmm? Say it baby, tell me how good it feels.”
“So fucking good, Zayn!” Y/N moaned, throwing her head back as Zayn moved her faster. “God you’re so deep! “
“You feel so good around my dick.” He moaned loudly, holding his girlfriend closer. “Fuck!”
“I-I’m close.” Y/N breathed out as Zayn rubbed her clit again, feeling how something warm was forming down into her stomach.
“Let it go baby girl. Cum all over me, come on.”
Y/N moaned loudly, her eyes shut, her skin wet, her knees shaking. She came all over Zayn and her eyes went open as she felt pressure inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Zayn groaned as he came, filling her with his warm seed. He called her name over and over again as he lazily helped her move, finally stopping after he rode out their orgasms.
Zayn held her close to his chest still, kissing her collarbones as she was fighting to gain her breath back. They were both tired, sweat covering their naked bodies.
“How was that?” Zayn asked her, biting the inside of his cheek.
“It was amazing.” Y/N answered, kissing his lips. “Thank you.”
“Shut up.” He mumbled, kissing her back.
“I think you should change the sheets.” Y/N blushed, looking away.
“Let’s shower first.” Zayn chuckled, getting up with Y/N in his arms. She locked her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders as he held her up by her arse.
“We’re going to Venice tomorrow evening.” Zayn said as he was making his way to the bathroom. “I still need to make it up to you like I should.”
Y/N smiled big, kissing all over his throat as her boyfriend chuckled.
“I love you.” She told him smiling.
“I love you too baby girl.” He answered, closing the door of the bathroom.

Notes

A zayn one for my girls! and boys
Nikki Rozaye-- short and sweet
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Comments

OMG!!! I LOVE THIS GIRL YOU THE BEST :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE HEMMINGS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE HEMMINGS

@KayLovesNiall
Thanks unfortunately I got walked out my old account. But I might be starting a new book with this user name.

Mixedthoughtz Mixedthoughtz
6/6/16

I think the threesomes are super fun and different so you should do more of those

KayLovesNiall KayLovesNiall
6/6/16