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Being Liam's twin sister meant going from tour after tour with him. I'm not complaining, as working with Lou and babysitting Lux is fun, but the best part is, I get to work closely with my crush, Liam's best friend, Zayn Malik.

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I looked myself up and down in the mirror, trying to look as decent as possible.

My brunette hair was wavy and went down to my hips. It was down and I had a silk, white headband(that I borrowed from Harry) that let two bangs lay out in front of my face, tucked underneath my long locks of hair. I had the exact same birthmarks as my brother, the one on the neck, and the one on the left cheek, but I was also born with freckles.

My tight, light pink lace sleeveless, zip-up crop top squeezed my model like body, revealing a little bit of my belly, showing my belly ring that had a heart charm on it. I wore light blue ripped jeans and a white, grey, and blush pink flannel around my hips. My shoes were light pink high tops, as well.

Liam and I shared the arrows tattoo, so that was on display as well as my bracelets and rings, all from a different kind of aesthetic, but it made my outfit look unique.

Freckles scattered all over my body, and there was a random birthmark shaped like a heart near my belly button, just underneath my abs.

And by the way, I only have this body because Liam talked me into doing physical training with him. I dreaded it at first, but now I'm used to it.

My makeup was simple, just a bit of a coverup of acne, slight contours and highlights, a small blush to make my freckles and eyes pop, mascara, and only a top lid cat's eye eyeliner. As for my lips, which were naturally plump, I wore a light pink blush matte lipstick.

I did a little spin, giggling as I really liked my outfit of the day. "You look fabulous," A male's voice said from behind me, making me jump and whip around to see Louis leaning against the door frame of the bedroom part of the hotel, arms crossed while he wore a small smirk.

"Absolutely stunning, honey!" Louis snapped his fingers in a "Z" movement, making me laugh, "Give us another three-sixty, baby! Whoo!" He teased. I did so and he pretended to faint, "Yessss!" He drawled out dramatically, falling against the doorframe.

Liam poked his head in from the door frame, "Stop flirting with my sister!" He laughed, making his way over. "Awe, c'mon, Payno, give me your blessing!" Louis joked, making us laugh harder. "No, my sister is off limits to you, Tommo!" Liam said in a mocking professional voice. Louis fell to his knees, "NOOOOOOOOOO!" He fake sobbed into his hands loudly.

Paul slammed open the door, "What's happened?!" He yelled, looking extremely worried. The three of us young adults shared a glance before dying of laughter, making Paul even more concerned and confused.

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We made our way downstairs and met up with the group. I as soon as all four remaining band mates were in my sight, I greeted them with my usual friendly kiss on the cheek.

Harry pulled me into a hug as I pressed the kiss to his cheek, making sure to squeeze me close, making me giggle before pulling back.

Niall let out a soft laugh and kissed my cheek back, sending me a brief squeeze in a side hug.

Louis dapped me up and span me around before I kissed his cheek as we shook hands and bro-hugged at the same time.

Zayn...

Zayn pulled me into a hug and kissed my temple before pulling away and letting me kiss his cheek. "Good morning, Y/n," Zayn whispered softly, making my heart pound in my chest. "'Morning," I say, pulling back, looking down and blushing deeply.

Before Louis could make a comment; I saw him in the corner of my eye with a smirk on his face, the bodyguards and Paul came from the elevator, saying for us to get ready to face the screaming fans who were pressing themselves so close to the damn windows.

The person who has to clean the windows at this hotel better get a fucking raise after this, I swear to God. The amount of makeup, spit, and sweat that's on there is almost fucking impressive.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Liam locked arms with me, sending me a nod before the doors were pushed open by the very nice receptionists. We all quickly moved forward, squeezing together in a group so we don't lose each other in the crowd. Niall grabbed my hand and squeezed, his claustrophobia getting to him. I shook my hand loose and interlocked our arms, making him turn to me and send me a quick smile and a small nod before focusing on moving forward.

"Liam! Liam! Y/n! Oh, my God, it's Y/n!" A fan screeched, making Liam and I share a glance and laugh. "Payno Twins!" Some of the fans started to chant, making us laugh even more while Niall and Louis joined in as we made our way to the black car with tinted windows that was awaiting us at the end of the crowd of people.

When we got to the car, we realized not all of us were going to fit in a seat, so some of us sat had to sit on someone else's lap... And before I knew it, I was in Zayn's lap, his hands pressed firmly on my hips as he scooched for Niall to sit on Liam's lap and for Harry to sit in Louis'. Paul got shot gun as the security guards would drive off in a different vehicle and meet us there.

I blushed deeply as Zayn strapped the seatbelt over us before wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into my shoulder before going up to my ear, "You smell nice. Lilac, 'innt?" He whispered, making my heart nearly jump out of my chest. "Mhm," I hummed nervously, nodding my head. Zayn and I sat closest to the window on the left, so he leaned his head on my shoulder closest to the window to rest his chin on it. "I like that. It's nice and sweet like you," Zayn complimented quietly, before burying his face into my neck.

Biting my lip at the feeling of him flesh up against me and having him hold me so... Intimately, I nervously started to play with his hands; his rings, bracelets, fingers, and tracing the tattoos on his forearms. "So, Y/n, Zayn," Harry said, catching both of our attention, "When's the wedding and can I be the flower girl?" He asked, making everyone bust out laughing, "I call dibs on being the officiate!" Niall said, "And I call being the ring barer!" Louis pitched in, "I better be the best man!" Liam added with a smirk, knowing my crush on his best friend.

"Shut up, we aren't even dating, you twats!" I snapped while laughing and blushing deeply.

We all playfully bickered about this until we arrived at the venue where the we were gonna do some soundchecks and check out the stage. We were in San Siro, on Milan, Italy for the first time, so this was actually quite exciting. They had a show tomorrow night, this was just a pre-check before they did it one last time tomorrow at least three to four hours before the fans flood into the arena.

Once we arrived, we were once again swarmed by fans, so we had to once again, group up and hide from fans. But this time, Zayn had his arm around me, while the other arm shoved and shielded me. "Y/n! You're such a slut!" A "fan" screamed, making me tear up. Liam had an arm around me too and turned to the voice, as well as Zayn, making me shake my head, "Leave it, Liam!" I shouted over the crowd, tugging him forward, "You too, Zayn!" I called, making the ravenette turn to me with rage in his eyes, but they softened a couple seconds after they met mine. "Leave it," I say tugging him forward, feeling my eyes get slightly glossy from the comment even though I was used to it.

I tugged both boys forward, focusing on just getting inside the venue. Thankfully the crowd closest to the door was short and was heavily guarded by security and police, so we were ushered inside safely and as soon as the five boys, Paul, and I were inside, the main entrance doors slammed closed behind us. Paul did a quick head count of all of us before leading us towards the backstage area where the glam room, dress rooms, bathrooms, and a small game room was waiting for us, as well as the stage staff.

I stepped back and let the boys adventure the massive stage, taking in the sight from a distance, feeling a sense of pride fill and puff up my chest, knowing that my twin had come so far from being a lonely boy in Wolverhampton. He was a proper full-on celebrity.

I was snapped from my thoughts when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, and just by the expensive cologne, I knew who it was.

"Epic, 'innt?" Zayn asked, swaying with me, as he looked around. "Very," I say softly, leaning into his touch. "You okay?" He asked, turning me around so he could look down at me in the face. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, tilting my head to the side slightly. "Well, I think everyone heard that... Girl in the paparazzi on our way in," Zayn said softly, making me sulk slightly, "You looked pretty upset about it, so I wanted to make sure you were okay," My heart melted at his words. "I'm fine, I'm used to it," I shrugged, making him frown, "You shouldn't be used to it, though," Zayn said, pulling me into a hug, "You're not a slut or anything they say. You're not bad at all and it hurts to see such a lovely person get all this hate," He murmured into my shoulder, making me blush and return the hug, letting the boy hold me.

Zayn pressed a kiss to my shoulder before pulling back, "You shouldn't be treated like this just because your brother is Liam Payne from One Direction," He said, his eyes deep and apologetic. "People suck sometimes, Zay-Zay. That's just how it is," I said, giving him a small smile, "I'm okay, though. Thanks for checking in, but it's not the first and it's not going to be the last time someone's gonna call me a slut or just say something mean and there's nothing we can do other than just ignore it and just live life. Sure, it hurts sometimes, but it's just how things are," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"You are the most wonderful person I've ever met... How do you do everything so amazing and deal with the world coming at you at all sides?" Zayn asked timidly, making me blush at his compliment, "You just gotta learn to live with it. I hear bad stuff about me everyday and it's usually stuff that's repeated, so it's just like a broken record to me," I say, softly. Zayn looked like a kicked puppy after I told him that.

I cupped his face in my hand, "I'm okay, Zayn. Promise," I say, leaning up and kissing the cheek that I hadn't held in my hand before letting go and walking off to join Liam's side.

Zayn and I always acted like that and a lot of people said it looked like we were a couple, but it was just friendly banter...

Right?

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It was time to do their usual sound check. I sat off to the side with some protective earbuds in, watching my brother and his friends sing their hearts out and do silly and stupid dances. After a few songs, my eyes wandered towards Zayn. He was more confident dancing in front of just the management and the boys, so the way his body moved to the beat...

Was fucking sexy.

Sure, he wasn't the best dancer, but thanks to a couple years of being part of One Direction, he's got pretty good rhythm... Especially with the way he can now sway his hips...

Shakira better hide hunny because Zayn's hips definitely don't lie.

Zayn danced like no one was there, singing his godly, angelic voice, and just being... Well, Zayn Javaard Malik.

To put it in short, he was being a fucking sexy king, owning that fucking stage.

The rest of the sound check, my eyes were trained on Zayn. It was like the way he moved and sang was hypnotic and I couldn't tear away my gaze because his spell was so powerful. I probably looked like an absolute simp but could you blame me? Zayn Malik is literally a sexy God, my boy.

Change my mind. I dare you.

(You can't, it's impossible)

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After the soundcheck, the boys were hungry and wanted to head to a restaurant, and we all ended up deciding on a Italian version of what Americans call a Denny's. We all sat at different booths, and the boys being boys made Zayn and I share a booth alone as if we were on a date. No matter how much we bickered about it, we ended up just doing it.

We sat across from each other, looking through the menus quietly after telling the waitress what we wanted to drink. That was until Zayn spoke up, "Are you upset with me?" He asked, making my head shoot up to face him, "What? No, why would you think that?" I asked, feeling my brows furrow in confusion.

"You were staring at me basically the whole time we were doing the sound check and you didn't say anything to me on the ride here," Zayn said softly, making me blush deeply and my facial expression soften. "I'm not upset, Zayn, it's just..." I trailed off, looking down at my lap. "Just what?" He asked softly, reaching over and taking my hand that rested on an open page on the menu in front of me.

I looked up to see his eyes full of desperation and worry, making my heart skip a beat. "You've been on my mind a lot and I guess I couldn't help myself not to stare," I admitted shyly. I couldn't bring myself to lie to him, especially not with those puppy eyes of his. Zayn blushed slightly, but it was noticable as his eyes softened a little bit, "What do you mean I've been on your mind a lot? Like, in a good or bad way?" He asked.

"A good way," I say, giving his hand a brief, gentle squeeze, "I've never thought about anything bad about you, I'm sure of it. There's nothing for you to worry about other than what you're gonna eat, mkay?" I soothed, pulling my hand away from his to turn the page of my menu.

There was a thick silence until the waitress took our orders, but after she left and took our menus, the silence returned. I fiddled with the straw of my (favorite soft drink), watching as the bubbles whirled around and some fizzy noises came from it through the transparency of the tall glass that held the beverage.

After a few moments of silence that felt more like hours, I felt something deliberately brush against my foot. I looked down to see Zayn's black high top tapping the tip of my shoes, directly above my toes. The gesture made me look up to see Zayn laying his head down in his folded arms. His eyes peaked out from behind his forearms, staring at me sadly. "What?" I asked softly, returning the favor, my foot moving from underneath his to brush his shoe.

"Y/n, get out, get out, get out of my head, and fall in to my arms instead," Zayn sang quietly, "I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but you've got that one thing," I blushed, "Y/n, get out, get out, get out of my mind, and c'mon, come into my life, I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but you've got that one thing," He sang, reaching forward and grabbing my hand again.

Before Zayn could continue his soft serenade, Harry fell out of his diner chair, making the boys start howling with laughter while the two of us jumped at the sudden ruckus.

The curly-haired brunette was cackling of laughter on the floor while Niall was choking on his drink, Liam was laughing and helping Niall, and Louis was red in the face as he laughed and helped Harry back up to his feet.

The moment was ruined and we ate in silence after that.

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On the ride back to the hotel, Zayn sat in Harry's lap and I sat in Liam's, "You two were awfully quiet at dinner. Did something happen?" My brother asked, making me sigh and lean over and whisper in his ear, "I subtly confessed and I think he got it, but he doesn't feel the same," I whispered, making Liam scoff, "He likes you, trust me," He whispered back.

The conversation was dropped as the car came to a stop as we arrived at the hotel. We all made our way past the paparazzi who were surprisingly still awake as it was about a quarter to eleven at night, but luckily, this was the smallest crowd we'd had to deal with that day.

We all made it to the lobby swiftly and were instantly headed toward the rooms as today was a long day. Zayn seemed to stall when everyone was in the hallways, but when it was just the two of us, he caught my wrist before I got to my room. "Y/n," he said softly, making me turn to face him. "Can... Can you come with me for a while in my room? I think we need to talk," he said, making me nod and let him lead me to his room.

I sat down on the bed, waiting for him to speak. Zayn turned to face me after he closed the door. "Y/n, I... I'm not sure that I got what you were saying, but I'm praying I did, because if I didn't, I've just made the biggest damn fool of myself not only here but at the restaurant," He said, walking over and sitting next to me and taking my hands, "You're always on my mind in a good way, too," I blushed deeply shifted to face him.

We locked eyes and we couldn't break free from our intense, strong gaze even if we wanted to. And before I could even comprehend it, our lips were pressed together in a brief kiss. We both pulled back, but only enough to look each other in the eye while our lips brushed up against one another's before we both seemed to lean in and kiss once more.

It probably looked like a cliche movie thing, and it probably did, but now I understand why those scene have been created. People have been in the position where they kiss briefly before the actual longer kiss happens. It wasn't fake shit like I thought it was.

Our lips locked just like our gaze had, it seemed as if our lips were made to fit together, almost like jigsaw puzzle pieces slotting and making something beautiful. My hands left his to cup his face while his moved to my hips as he slowly crawled on top of me just as he slid his tongue past my lips.

The kiss got more and more intense, the feelings we've had pent up all these years were finally coming out through each kiss, touch, and soft sound we made.

My hands found his hair and began to massage at his scalp while gently tugging at the roots and letting my fingers rake through his hair. Zayn's roamed my body as if he were mapping out each square inch of skin his fingers could reach with all the restricting clothing.

He then broke the kiss, but his lips didn't leave my skin as they slowly made their way from the corner of my mouth, my cheek, just above my jawline, my jaw, just beneath my jaw, underneath my chin, my pulse, my jugular, the side of my neck, the crook of my neck, and to my very sensitive collarbones.

"Mmnnnhh," I hummed, my hands moving down to grab at the bottom part of Zayn's shirt. The man above me instantly got the message and sat up to quickly strip off his shirt and toss it to the side. I bit my lip and sat up as well, shuffling so I was sitting more on the bed, Zayn sitting on his knees in front if me, legs spread from straddling my hips.

Blushing deeply and keeping eye contact, I reached behind me and unzipped my lace top, letting it fall into my lap once the zipper parted at its end. My breasts were all on display for Zayn to see. "God, you're so fucking sexy," He moaned lowly before crawling forward and pressing kisses to each of my birthmarks before sucking my nipple into his mouth while the other hand grabbed and squeezed the mound of flesh, his whole hand being able to engulf my smallish chest fully.

A gasp and a loud moan fell from my lips as my arms wrapped around him, my nails digging into his shoulder blades, falling onto my back, pulling him on top of me. Zayn's free hand slipped down and started to rub me through my trousers and panties, making me gasp once more and involuntarily buck my hips up against his large hand. "Zayn, please," I whimpered breathlessly, earning a soft groan against my breast.

Zayn pulled back, pressing a kiss to the bud, "What go you want me to do, Y/n?" He asked before attaching his lips to the other breast, his hand not stopping a beat. "Touch me, worship me, anything, please," I babbled, and before I could stop myself, "Make love to me, Zayn!"

The man above me moaned at my words before sitting up and pulling away to untie the flannel on my hips and start to pull off my trousers eagerly. I kicked off my shoes and lifted my hips for him, making it easier for him to rip off my clothing, leaving me in my damp panties.

Zayn didn't even hesitate to remove his trousers, socks, and shoes, leaving him in his black Calvin Klein boxers. I blushed at the sight in front of me, my lip getting caught between my teeth once more. The man kneeled on the bed and looked between my legs, "So wet for me, eh?" Zayn purred, his hand moving down to caress his pointer finger up and down my covered folds, making me let out a pathetic-sounding whine. He pushed my legs open with his free hand, shuffling forward on the bed.

I tried to sit up on my elbows, but Zayn pushed me down with a gentle hand, "No," He whispered, "Let me make love to you, just like you asked me to. It's all about you tonight, Angel," He finished, making me whimper and my heart to flutter along with the butterflies in my stomach.

The hand he had pushed me down with rested and remained between my breasts. Zayn kept it there as he leaned down, his other hand moving my panties to the side, keeping the lace clothing on my hips, just to reveal my wet heat for him to see. "Just when I thought you couldn't get more attractive, your pussy just proves me wrong," Zayn breathed, "You really are an Angel, baby," As soon as he finished his sentence, he pressed a kiss to my aching clit, making me jump at the feeling.

The scruff of his beard made the feeling so much better as the tiny hairs pricking my sensitive skin lovingly felt heavenly. Zayn locked his eyes with mine as he stuck his tongue out and flicked the strongest muscle in his body against the most sensitive part of my body at the moment. "Oh, fuck," I swore softly, twitching my hips unintentionally. Zayn kept his hand on my chest while the other arm shifted so my legs were over his shoulders and his arm was wrapped over my lower abdomen, pinning me down.

"Keep still, Angel," Zayn whispered, pressing another kiss to my clit. I whined and tossed my head to the side, letting him continue to wonderfully assault my aching cunt with his mouth. Zayn chuckled against my heat before his tongue started to prod my entrance while his nose brushed and massaged my clit. "Oh, my God!" I gasped my legs stiffening and buckling, pressing him closer by accident, forcing his tongue to breach the muscle of the entrance of my vagina. A loud moan left my lips at the friction, my hands gripping onto the bedsheets underneath us.

The hand that was rested on my chest moved down and slapped my thigh, making me yelp. Zayn pulled back and sent me a warning look, "This is your last warning. Keep still," He said lowly, making a blush burn into my face. "S...Sorry, I... I didn't mean to," I mumbled, making him kiss the inside of my thigh once more, "It's alright. Since this is our first time, I won't punish you, mkay? But things will be taken very seriously next time, yeah?" He whispered, pressing a kiss on my other thigh. "Yeah," I nodded, making him smile shyly before leaning down and pressing kisses to my folds.

My toes curled in pleasure as I took a deep breath before letting out a soft moan of pleasure as pressed delicate, open-mouthed kisses to my heat. Zayn echoed me, working his talented tongue and lips on me, his voice sending wonderful vibrations throughout my body, causing me to tremble.

Once Zayn was bored of just leaving sloppy, wet kisses, his head lowered and his tongue circled my entrance teasingly. "Zayn, please," I whimpered, making him let out a low, breathless chuckle as his tongue continued to trace the muscle that was slick from my natural arousal and now, Zayn's saliva. "Please, Zayn, please!" I begged, making him groan before his tongue started to slowly ease itself inside me, the muscle wiggling inside as if it was trying to dig past the tight, slick walls of my aching cunt. I gasped loudly at the feeling, my jaw falling slack as he worked miracles and performed figure eights with his strong, long tongue inside me.

"Oh, my God!" I whimpered, the urge to thrust my hips for more friction going insane, but I held still because I didn't want the euphoric feeling to end. The hand that was free and had smacked my thigh earlier wrapped around my leg so he could get to my clit. I jumped at the feeling, but instantly shot my hands down. One grabbed his hand to hold, the other took his hand's previous position and started to rub my clit for him.

Zayn moaned, his eyes momentarily rolling into the back of his head just at the sight of this. "Zayn, gonna cum, please! Please!" I cried out, making him moan again and start to roughly fuck me with his tongue, his hand squeezing mine while he locked his eyes on my face. I let out a sob of pleasure, feeling tears start to make their way down my face as my body shook, letting my orgasm hit me in waves.

When I came down from my high, Zayn hadn't pulled away. He kept moving his tongue, non-stop, making me gasp in oversensitivity. "Zayn, please," I whimpered, "Too much," I gasped out, making him stop immediately. He gave me a small smile, pressing a kiss to my slightly stretched hole before kissing his way back up, crawling back on top of me, letting my legs fall at his side, making it to my earlobe.

"Such a good, good girl, Y/n. Took my tongue so well, didn't you?" Zayn cooed, his lips and tongue toying with my ear piercings. I shivered at his words, wrapping my arms around his neck and burrowing my face in it. "Now, don't be shy, Angel. You did such a good job. And now, you'll return the favor, yeah?" He whispered, making me swallow hard before nodding. "Words, Angel," Zayn corrected. "Yeah," I said softly, making him grin before pulling away from me.

Zayn stood up and stepped back, hooking the bands of his boxers and pulling them down, revealing his large, thick, hard, precum-slicked up dick that had to be about eight or nine inches in length and maybe two or three inches in width. I gawked, feeling incredibly nervous but incredibly turned on to the point where it was almost unfair at the sight of his dick that I made rock hard.

"Awe, don't be nervous, Angel," Zayn cooed, taking my hands and pulling me to stand, "It'll fit, darling. We'll make it fit, if we have to. A man and a woman were meant to fit like this, no matter the size. But for now, kneel for me, Angel," He soothed, making me blush deeply before complying, slowly sinking down on my knees.

I looked up and slowly took his length into my hand, pumping his shaft a couple of times before kitten licking the head once and wrapping my lips around it. Zayn whimpered and took my hair into his fist, making a ponytail with his hand so I didn't get hair in my face. I took him in little by little until he was almost in my throat. Whatever didn't fit past my lips was being stroked by my hand as the other played with his balls.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Zayn groaned, his other hand coming down to gently cup my face, good thumb caressing himself through my cheek. I started to slowly move my head, picking up speed with every time I took him in again. "Oh, yes," He drawled out, his hips starting to move along with me, setting a fast and steady rhythm. My jaw started to ache after a few minutes, but Zayn didn't seem to be close yet, so I waited until the pain heightened when I started to tap his thighs desperately, making him pull out from my mouth and look down at me curiously. I held my jaw and his eyes softened.

"Oh, Angel, I'm so sorry," Zayn whispered, kneeling down with me. "I didn't mean to hurt you," He said, his eyes full of worry as his hand gently cradled my jaw. "I'm okay, I just needed a break. You didn't hurt me, I promise," I assured, leaning into his palm, "You're amazing, you know that?" Zayn whispered, pulling me to sit on his thighs, his arms draping around my hips. I nuzzled my nose against his, "Been told that once or twice," I giggled, making him smile, "By who?" He asked ghosting his lips over mine while I took his length back into my hand, gently but quickly stroking him. "A pretty boy I know," I responded. Zayn's breath started to pick up, "Who's that pretty boy?" He asked, taking a deep breath, "The love you my life," I whispered, making him moan softly, "Zayn Javaard Malik," I say, making him moan a bit louder and kiss my lips.

We snogged until he was whimpering and whining like I was when he was eating me out. Zayn broke the kiss, "Gonna cum," He groaned, making me stop and pull myself from his lap, duck down and took him back into my mouth, making him gasp and thrust up, his tip hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. "Oh, oh, shit, oh, fuck! Y/n, oh, fuck, please! Please, Y/n, Y/n, Angel, Angel, yes!" He babbled as he came down my throat.

When he came down from his high, he pulled me off and picked me up roughly and threw me onto the bed, making me let out a squeal. Before I could comprehend it, he flipped me over onto my stomach, kissing down my spine. "Say what you called me again, please," Zayn begged. "The love of my life," I whispered, feeling him kiss back up, "God, you've got no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that. Can we... Can we bareback? I'm clean, Angel," Zayn whispered, making me blush deeply as he kissed my shoulders. "Can I give you the chance to bare my children? Raise them and make a family? Be my baby's mama?" He moaned into my ear.

I moaned in response and pushed myself back against him, feeling his hard cock brush against my ass, earning another sound of pleasure from him. "Only if you'll be my baby's daddy," I say, making him moan, "I promise, I swear to you, Angel, I swear on my life," He said breathlessly, rutting up against my ass cheeks, "As soon as I can, I'll make you Y/n (Middle name) Payne Malik, I swear," He promised, kissing my neck.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered, making him groan and push me flat on my belly, spread my legs and positioned himself to my entrance. "Ready for me to make love to you? To have my babies?" Zayn whispered into my ear huskily, making me moan again, "Yes, yes, I'm ready, I'm so ready! Fill me with your cum, make love to me, please," I begged, making him moan lowly and start to push the crown of his cock inside slowly.

"Holy shit, you're so big!" I gasped, making him chuckle lowly as he continued to push inside. "It hurts, Zay-Zay!" I whimpered, making him lay down on top of me, his chest to my back, "Shhh, I know it hurts, but it'll be so worth it, Angel," He whispered.

Never in the three years I've known this man, have I ever felt so safe and loved and I've never seen this man so gentle and so fucking sexy at the same time.

"Just put it all in and let me adjust," I whimper, "No, it'll hurt more," Zayn whispered back. "I just wanna get the pain over with," I whispered through gritted teeth as he continued to penetrate through me and stretch me to the point where it felt as if he was splitting me in half. "I know, but slow and steady makes it faster to adjust. Just take deep breaths and focus on my voice, yeah?" He soothed, kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. "Talk to me," I whispered, looking over my shoulder to look up at him. "Okay, Angel, I'll talk to you," He soothed kissing my cheek, still keeping his hips moving forward at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"As soon as I'm fully in you, you're mine, understand? I own that wet pussy of yours," He growled, nipping my earlobe. I whined, "I understand," I whispered, making him grin. "That's a good girl, Y/n. Such a good, good girl for me, taking my cock, gonna bare my baby, gonna take me like a fucking good girl," He moaned, his hands running up and down my sides soothingly. "Never thought you'd have a breeding kink," I giggled softly, "I'm not complaining, it's hot," I quickly added, making the man snicker. "You're hot, Angel. So fucking gorgeous for me," He praised, making me shudder with love and adoration, lust sending goosebumps to stab at my skin. "We're gonna have the most beautiful babies in the bloody world, darling. Just because they'll have your sexy genes, baby. Can't wait to impregnate you, make you my baby's mama, be your baby's daddy," He continued to dirtily into my ear. "Halfway there," He murmured, kissing the shell of my ear.

I was stunned at all the things he spoke. And by his tone, he was sincere. "Zayn, just go, I can take it, please!" I begged, shifting my hips back roughly, taking a few inches more inside, making us both gasp at the feeling. "You're sure?" He whispered, "I'm sure! I've never been so sure in my life! Fuck me! Don't hold back, please!" I let out in a sob of frustration. "As you wish, my love," Zayn growled, pulling out until just his tip was inside before quickly slamming back down, setting a rough, ruthless pace.

My sobs of frustration turned into sobs of pleasure. "Take it," Zayn growled, "Take my cock like the good girl you are," he spoke dirty to me even more, and just to apply more pleasure to me, he slid one hand between me and the mattress and started to rub my clit. "Oh, my God!" I gasped, a loud moan following my sharp intake of air. "Zayn, holy fuck! I... I... Oh, my God!" I sobbed out in pure ecstasy, hearing the mattress squeak and the headboard bang against the wall with Zayn's strong thrusts. "Slower!" I cried, making Zayn instantly do as commanded.

"Did I hurt you?" He whispered, kissing my shoulder. "No, I just wanna... Oh, fuck... I just wanna feel you... Remember it..." I panted, "Wanna face you," I pout making him softly chuckle before pulling out and helping me turn to lie down on my back with my head to the pillows. Zayn instantly slid the head of his cock inside, waiting for a further command. "You have the reins, love, tell me when. It's your night, remember? I make love to you," He whispered, taking one of my hands before gently kissing the back of it. I blushed at his words, smiling shyly, "I love you, Zay-Zay," I whispered, making him smile sweetly before leaning down and capturing my lips in a slow, gentle kiss. "I love you, more, Angel," He whispered, his free hand coming up to caress my jawline.

"Slow, nice, and easy, love," I whispered against his lips. "As you wish," He said softly with a groan, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he started to slowly push in more and more before he began to thrust. Quiet moans left our lips, the fiery lust simmering down a bit to give a more gentle vibe than the rough, dominating the submissive one that happened only moments ago.

I broke the kiss to nuzzle my face into his neck, "Love you," I whispered into his ear, making him moan, "Love you more than anything in the world, baby, oh sweet Jesus, you feel fucking amazing. Oh, Y/n, love you, love you so much," Zayn babbled out in pleasure, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder. I whimpered and started to cry at his words, "I love you so much," I sobbed out, making Zayn pull back and look down at me.

The man didn't stop his hips a beat as he cupped my face in his hands sweetly, "Don't cry, Angel," He cooed, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. "Zayn," I smiled through the tears and wrapped my arms around his neck. Zayn looked up at the sound of his name, and once he saw me smile, he couldn't stop one from coming to his face. "Make me feel so good," I praised, kissing his cheek, making his smile widen.

"Gonna cum soon and fill you up. You ready?" Zayn asked a few moments later. "Knock me up," I whispered, making him moan and slam his lips against mine as he started to drill his hips forward, making me cry out and cling onto him. And before I could even comprehend it, my own orgasm slammed through my body, causing my muffled moans turn into muffled screams. Zayn let out a pornographic shout as he broke the kiss, sloppily slamming his hips into mine aggressively one last time and I feel his hot, sticky, liquidy cum burst through my body. "Yes, yes, yes! Take it! Take it all!" He sobbed out in pure ecstasy, thrusting a couple of times, fucking his cum deep inside me, "Take my cum and make our baby, Angel! Take it!" He basically wailed, thrusting one last time roughly before collapsing on top of me, crying.

Concerned, I wrapped my arms around him, "Hey, what's the matter?" I cooed breathlessly, one hand massaging his scalp and taking through his hair as the other one stroked his back lovingly. "Never cum that hard before... And I'm having my dreams I've had for over three years come true... It's all just hit me when I came inside of you, I'm sorry," Zayn chuckled breathlessly, wiping his tears and smiling through the tears. I smiled and moved to cup his face, tears coming from my own eyes, "You're my dream come true," I whispered, making him let out a shaky laugh before pecking my lips.

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It's been a year exactly since that night and here I am, laying in bed with a baby in my arms, an engagement ring on my left ring finger, in the arms of my fiance, Zayn Javaard Malik, in our own home. "Y/n?" Zayn whispered, breaking our peaceful silence. I looked up from our sleeping baby to face him, "Hm?" I hummed, showing he had my attention.

Zayn just smiled and took my hand with the ring on it, kissing the gem and my knuckles. "I love you," He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I love you, more," I whispered. "Not possible," He whispered back lovingly, kissing my cheek. "Possible," I giggled. Zayn smiled and sealed our loving banter with a kiss on the lips.

And we lived Happily Ever After.

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