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Zayn Malik fanfic (long&dirty) Hopelessly Devoted


You watch your best friend Juliet snuggle up against her boyfriend, Zayn. You realize how his eyes never leave you, though. You shift a little uncomfortably, trying to avert your eyes from his gaze. He nestles his face into Juliet's hair. They look cute together, you note to yourself.
 "You look beautiful," he says, not taking his eyes off you for one second. Juliet giggles and gives Zayn a kiss on the cheek. 
You didn't understand what this was all about- the snide comment, the looks, the way you got more attention from him than his girlfriend did. Juliet had been keen on you meeting Zayn for weeks now, and you decided to all go on holiday together, along with a few other friends. You were going to spend a week at a resort in California. You finally got to meet him a few hours earlier, when you arrived at the resort. His eyes, his hair, his lips- everything about him seemed wonderful. He was gorgeous, just as Juliet always said he was. But he kept his eyes on you a little too long. 

You three are now at a café. The sun is setting and the beautiful warm colors are melting into each other. The sky is beginning to darken, and as you realize this you say, “Hey, it's starting to get late, so maybe we should all get ready and go out for dinner.”
Juliet jumps up and says, “Alright, I'm going to go get the others. I guess I'll meet you two at the restaurant?”
Both you and Zayn nod, and Juliet gives Zayn a quick peck on the lips and says, “Later, lovelies!”
She starts walking away, leaving you and Zayn alone at the table. You feel a little awkward as he stares at you again.
“I'm going to go get changed,” you say, giving Zayn a tight smile and leaving the table. You feel his eyes following you. You're beginning to get irritated; he shouldn't be doing this. You're his girlfriend's best friend.
You walk to the room you have to yourself; Zayn and Juliet are sharing one down the hall, and the other's are somewhere on the same floor. You close the door behind you and pull your shirt over your head, deciding to take a shower. Just as you're about to step into the bathroom, you hear a door opening and footsteps inside of your room.
“Hello?” you call out, thinking it's probably Juliet. Suddenly, Zayn is standing right in front of you, pressing you up against the wall. You're shocked and struggle off his body. Zayn growls and puts his arms on either side of you, his palms on the wall.
“You really think you can walk around in those skimpy shorts without me realizing?” You whimper a little under his grip; he's incredibly close to you now, too close.
“You have no idea how incredibly insane you drive me,” he says in a low voice, tickling your senses. He was so attractive.
“Zayn,” you say, turning your face away from his. “You can't do this.” Zayn moves his face closer to yours, nudging your cheek with his nose.
“Zayn,” you groan, right before his lips smash onto yours. He kisses you hungrily, nibbling on your bottom lip. His lips are soft and warm, and they feel nice. You half heartedly try to pull away, without any success. He grinds against you, causing you to moan into the kiss. He pulls away for a second and you seem to melt a little into his eyes.
“I want you, now,” he says, and starts to suck on your neck, finding your weak spot. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and jump up, putting your legs on either side of his waist.
“Zayn,” you murmur, closing your eyes from the pleasure. “Zayn we- we can't do this!”
Zayn ignores your comment and moves his lips to your collarbone, kissing you there until he's licking the other side of your neck.
“Please stop,” you beg. You that if he'd continue, you wouldn't be able to get a hold of yourself. Zayn moves you onto the single bed in the room, his body on top of yours, his weight supported by his arms on either side of you.
“Juliet,” you whisper. “We can't do this to her.” Zayn looks straight into your eyes.
“I can't help myself,” he apologizes and starts rubbing you between your legs. You moan at his touch and buck your hips, wanting more of him.
“You like that?” he asks, slipping his hand in your shorts to rub over the soft material of your underwear. Your breath gets heavier. He's pleasuring you already.
“Zayn,” you gasp. “Get inside of me now.” Zayn grins, now that he's convinced you, and starts kissing down chest. He reaches underneath you to unclasp your bra, pulling it off you. He stares at you for a moment until he says, “Beautiful.” He starts licking your breasts, slowly, not giving you the full pleasure you want. He waits a moment before letting

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