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.


29. “You can't fake creativity, competence, or sexual arousal.”

“You can't fake creativity, competence, or sexual arousal.” - Doug Coupland

Zayn stepped on the gas pedal.

“So,” he said, eyes focused on the window ahead of him. “Should we just do the thing today?”

“What thing?” Noel fastened her seatbelt. The outside scenery whizzed past.

“The thing we were talking about earlier.” Zayn smiled a bit.

“I don’t follow.”

“The painting,” He turned his head towards her, eyes still on the road. “of you.” Noel felt her face get red. She touched her hot cheeks.

“Um…” she still wasn’t fully comfortable with the fact that she would be painted naked. It was all so new for her, especially for a new relationship.

“W-we don’t have to.” Zayn pulled into his block.

“I want to.”

He parked in the driveway. “Okay,” he nodded towards her, smiling. His hand grasped hers, kissing gently. “It’s just the two of us.”

“Yeah.” She felt a bit better under the soft touch of his lips.

They quickly made their way into the house. Noel found herself used to the scent of Zayn’s house; it was almost welcoming. The art room was just a few steps away, sticking out like a sore thumb. Being it had no door, it was easier to spot. The light spread throughout the room with a flick of Zayn’s finger.

“So, um,” Noel slowly moved to the center of the room, in front of the canvas. “Do I just undress?”

Zayn sat down on the stool. “Ehm, yes.” He stood up again, clasping his large hands together. “If it makes you feel any better I can take off some of my clothes.” He paused. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I love to paint with only boxers.”

Noel smiled, feeling a bit lighter. “That would be great.” She rocked back on her heels, slowly pulling off her trousers and underwear. It felt so . . . weird.  She looked up to see Zayn already in just boxers, nodding at her to continue. He bent down and shuffled in his paint box.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, pulling out a paintbrush. She let her bottom lip clasp under her teeth as she lifted up her shirt. I came sliding down her back, same with her bra. She was completely naked. Bare. Nude.


She glanced at Zayn, who had a bright smile on his face. “Every time I see you it’s like I’m falling in love all over again.” He started to paint.

“That’s sweet.” She grinned, standing straight. “Like this?”

“Yeah- dammit.” He clenched his teeth. Bringing his finger to his tongue, licking it, and setting it to the painting.


“I messed up,” he replied. He dipped the tip of the paintbrush back on the pallet. “Here, stay still.” She felt his eyes linger on her body, in all the right spots. She waited for a few minutes him to stop looking. He didn’t. It had been about three minutes.

“Zayn,” she stepped back a bit. “You’ve been staring forever.” He fluttered his eyes, like he was coming out of a daze.

“I-,” he shook his head, sitting back on the chair. He crossed his legs, shifting his position many times and staring down at his lap. “Sorry.” He looked up. “Can we paint this another time?”

“What?” Noel looked confused.

“Can we just…” He looked around. “I don’t know, cuddle?”

She smiled. Of course she wanted to cuddle. “I told you not to get too aroused, Zayn.” She suppressed a laugh.

“I can’t help it!” He got up, chuckling ever so slightly. He walked towards the bedroom as Noel put her shirt and underwear on. She was left alone in the art room, lights flickering.

“I’m going to use the restroom!” Noel called out to Zayn. She walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. Her right hand turned the faucet on, letting cold water spurt from the sink. The water felt cool against her warm skin. She was partially glad she didn’t get painted; she never liked the look of her naked body anyway. She surely didn’t want it forever permanent on a canvas for her boyfriend to see every day.

When Noel was finished washing her face, she walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway. She heard the creak of Zayn’s bed from his bedroom. The light was shining through the crack of his door.

She walked in. Zayn was sprawled on the side of his bed, a pillow resting the back of his neck. His hand was deep in his boxers, wrist moving.

“So,” Noel laughed, a large smile on her face. “It’s come to the point where we can calmly masturbate in front of another, has it?” She sat on the side of the bed and swung her legs over, lying next to Zayn, who was in obvious pleasure. His nose crunched up and his eyes where slit.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. “Hey, you’re the one that caused this.” She watched his hand move, and paused. Was that a compliment? Was he horny because of her?

“Well, I’m sorry.” She kissed his cheek, thumb traveling down his jawline. Her other hand rested on his chest, and she could feel his heart thumping. “I could make it up to you.” She couldn’t believe she was saying it, but it was the best time to say it.

He turned his head and took his hand out of his boxers. She forced her eyes to look at his face, not down at his groin. “Really?”

“Yes.” Her hand where shaky and her breath was hollow. “Is that okay with you?” She rolled onto him gently, straddling his stomach. Her hands rested at his chest. She felt his chest rise and fall with each breath.

She smiled, kissing his sternum. Her hair fell in thick strands around his chest and neck. He rested his hand on her back. “Yes,” he whispered. “It is.”

She sat back up. “I just have to warn you,” she paused. “I haven’t done anything sexually related with anyone before.”

Zayn smiled with half his mouth. “Not even yourself?”

She blushed, giggling. “Um…”

“I’m just messing with you.”

“Okay,” she laughed, bring her voice down. Suddenly it was just them two with no distractions. Like they where the only things in the room. “Let’s start.”

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