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1. hickies - zayn malik | gxb

 Zayn laughed softly as your lips traveled down his neck, leaving small kisses. His t-shirt was off, you were wearing it.

"Babe, someone's going to barge in," he whispered, a small smirk on his face as your lips kissed his stomach. "Are you giving me a hickey?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You raised your head to look at him, a sly smile plastered on your face. "Of course not," you reassured him.

He brought your face up close to his and kissed you, the kiss getting more intense as time passed. His hands traveled to your hair, messing it up, then moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him as he sat on your bed. You tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling at some strands, making him groan with pleasure.

Lowering your head, you started to kiss his neck again, his eyes closed. His hands moved to your butt, making you moan softly as you gave him a hickey, which was followed by multiple others, although he didn't notice.

You kissed him on the lips again, his tongue entering your mouth as your nails drew patterns on his back. He ran his hands up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of having you close to him. 

Finally pulling apart to breathe, you rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, opening your eyes to find him looking at you with an expression of love. He grinned before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt with his hands. 

"Will you please give me back my shirt so we can go make some breakfast?" Zayn begged, the grin still on his face.

You laughed and took it off, his eyes never leaving your body. You then put on your clothes, staring at him with lust as he put his shirt back on. You admired the way his neck was painted with beautiful hickies, laughing silently by the fact that Zayn still had no idea. 

"Let's go grab some food," you said, getting up from the bed and grabbing his hand.

You both left your room, walking out into the mansion that you shared with the other members of the band. 

When you got to the kitchen, everybody was there, which was weird since it was still pretty early and the boys usually slept past noon. 

"Morning," you chirped to everyone as you let Zayn's hand go, walking to the fridge to get some juice. Zayn plopped down on a stool and you passed him some of the pancakes that Niall had made. Harry glanced at Zayn, a smirk brightened his features and he nudged Louis. 

"Z, what's on your neck?" He asked, the smirk present in his tone.

Zayn automatically raised his hand and placed it on his neck, trying to see if he had something on his neck. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice wavering with nerves.

You rested against the counter, a cup of steaming coffee in your hands, which you brought close to your lips to hide your smile.

"I'm pretty artsy, right?" You joked, taking a small sip of your drink. Zayn gasped and looked at you with wide eyes. 

"You said you didn't give me a hickey!" He scoffed.

"When you asked me, I hadn't," you defended, shrugging your shoulders. Everyone laughed as they stared at Zayn, whose face was burning a bright red. 

"What am I supposed to tell my mother?" He questioned. "I'm going to see her tomorrow!"

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