Poetry - Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Zayn Malik. He's sweet and caring. Never would he hurt a soul. That's his cover. His dirty past is built of lies and destruction. He finds a girl, a girl by the name of Noel. What keeps them sane? Poetry.


14. "If you feel good, you stand up a bit straighter."

"If you feel good, you stand up a bit straighter." – Rachel Roy

The ride home was short, and definitely quite. As the car sped through the busy streets, only the whizz of cars by the open windows could be heard. Anxious fidgeting was happening quite frequently between the couple as they sat in the car seats, strapped in the fabric seatbelts. Seconds ticked by, and finally, they arrived at Zayn’s house.

Their feet walked the familiar path to Zayn’s room, swiftly and eagerly. He shut the door, even though there was nobody home, it felt more personal.

“Okay, honey,” Zayn whispered into Noel’s ear, bending down. “We’re here.”

Her voice came out light and questionable. “How far are we taking this?” He rested his hand against the small of her back, leading her to the bed.

“As far as you want.” She nodded, sitting on the side of the bed with him. Her flats where easy to slip off, making her giggle when she saw Zayn fiddling with a hard know in his shoe laces.

“Dammit,” he hissed, finally yanking the knot out. Noel laughed again, lying down on the bed. He soon followed her, lying down next to her. Their eyes met, pupils widening. Zayn started the heat, bringing his lips to Noel’s, pressing down fiercely. She kissed back, harder and more aggressively. She found herself rolling on top of him, followed by biting his lower lip. She sucked where she bit, then licked the newly made mark on the pink skin.

“Wow,” Zayn chucked, wetting his bottom, throbbing lip. “What was that for?”

She shrugged, kissing his neck apologetically. “Just wanted to let you know you’re mine.” He laughed seductively, sitting up on his elbows. He nibbled her earlobe, leaving kisses down her neck, and down to her collarbone. He stopped, his thumb and index finger rubbing her shirt fabric.

“Take off your shirt.”

She shifted on him, processing what he said. She never was in a successful relationship, and never got to the point she was at now. So, she was never shirtless in front of a boy, even with just a bra.

“Only if you take off yours.”

Zayn smirked, cocking his head and raising and eyebrow. Soon enough, his shirt was being lifted up over his shoulders, and Noel’s taken off too, tossed to the side. He sat up, looking up and down at her tan body, eyes lingering on the black lace bra.

“You’re beautiful.”

Zayn turned her over forcefully, hands on either side on her, legs sprawled apart over her. Noel found herself exploring his torso, noticing specific things. The way his muscles moved under the skin, as it stayed in one place. The way his clavicle extended out into his smooth shoulders. Her fingers traced patterns into his hard chest, soon dipping into under the abs. Her index finger traced the V of his hips, pressing into the heart-shaped tattoo. He hummed, liking the feel of her smooth skin against his. She touched the button of his jeans, looking up into his eyes, as if it was a look saying, ‘Is this okay?’

Zayn nodded, allowing Noel to remove his trousers. She carefully slid the button through the hole, allowing the zipper to glide down. His jeans pooled around his knees. He kicked them off, making them fly off the bed.

Noel smiled, her eyes looking at his slim body. The underwear lay low on his waste, showing a line of hair under the belly-button. The fabric hugged high on his thighs. He gently pushed Noel on her back, nodding before extending his arms, lying on top of her.

He pressed his chest against hers; followed by his stomach, then waste. Slowly, he rolled his hips into her, making her breath get hitched in her throat.

“You okay babe?” He lifted his hips off of her. She nodded quickly, wanting to feel him again. Her hands clutched fistfuls of the sheets, squeezing hard. He lowered his hips again, pressing his groin against her shorts. She shut her eyes as he gradually got faster, smoothly rolling himself against her, each time a bit harder. She whimpered, bringing her lips to his in a hot kiss, hands moving to his warm back. She arched her hips up, a pleasing request coming from her mouth:


He listened, forcefully pressing his hard groin against the thin material of her shorts. Her fingernails raked his back, a sign of approval. He repeated the action, making Noel out of breath.

Noel,” Zayn breathed, arms shaking. “I-I can’t… I’m done.” Moisture pooled in his underwear as he collapsed beside her, taking big breaths.

Noel shifted in her damp shorts. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he hummed, grasping her hand. “Did I hurt you?”


After minutes of heated breathing and shifting, they feel asleep together, peacefully, and happily. 

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