Zayn Centric Oneshots [BxB]

marriage counselor [ziall] ✨

Warnings: smutty chapter (hence the emoji), I warn you now! Along with forced marriages, slut shaming and an age gap that's not really mentioned.

Extra notes: I hate the fact that people can actually buy others and force them into marriage and this was kind of sparked by that idea but like oh well- also this is like my first ever smut so feedback will be much appreciated :D thank you and enjoy!

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Zayn didn't know how he found himself wound up as a husband. He wasn't drunk or anything, no.

Instead he was invited to a wedding by his uncle, but he didn't see a groom in sight. That's when he realized he was the groom.

Anya had offered his family lots of money, probably bags, to marry Zayn. And she wanted this marriage. She claimed to love him so dearly but keeps him locked up in her penthouse all day.

Something to keep in mind was that Anya Hansen never lets her prized possessions go. And Zayn? He was just one among many.

Despite Zayn resisting all attempts to make the marriage official, she would not stop. Anya had this strange delusion that Zayn loved her and wanted their first time to be special. But when their anniversary passed, Anya knew Zayn had played her for a fool.

So she forced him to go to a marriage counselor. So as he's sat on the plush maroon seats of Dr. Horan's office, he can't help but ogle at the man.

They were waiting for Anya to return from the washroom and in the mean time, all Dr. Horan did was rake his eyes over Zayn in a manner that made him squirm. The man didn't bother introducing himself and nor did he ask for Zayn's introduction.

"Alright, I believe we may start," Dr. Horan said, his eyes still trained on Zayn even though Anya had just entered the room. "I'm Dr. Horan, your marriage counselor and I believe the both of you are Zayn Malik and Anya Hansen."

Zayn detected a bit of an accent in Dr. Horan's voice, maybe he was Irish.

"Yes, we are." Anya answered promptly.

"So what brings you here?" He asks, intertwining his fingers and setting his hands on top of his clipboard.

Anya seemed to be troubled by this question as she furrowed her eyebrows, "we seem to be having difficulties seeing eye to eye a lot of the time,"

That was a false statement (according to Zayn). He always agreed to whatever Anya asked him to do, except for sex.

"Care to give me a little example?"

"Well, for one, Zayn doesn't seem to treat this marriage like it means anything to him. He treats me like I don't mean anything to him."

'Because you don't.' Zayn's voice repeated in his head over and over.

"Why have you come to this conclusion?" Dr. Horan was beginning to get annoyed at her lack of detail.

"He doesn't seem to want to touch me physically and is equally repulsed if I touch him." Dr. Horan raises an eyebrow at that.

It seems like this almost amuses him, "Zayn, do you have haphephobia?"

Anya answers for him, ticking Dr. Horan off, "No, he doesn't. If he did I would know."

"Apologies, Mrs. Hansen, I believe I asked Zayn that question."

"No, I don't." Zayn's answer was short but his voice was so timid yet so clear at the same time, Dr. Horan didn't know why he found Zayn so appealing.

"Alright, how did you two meet?"

"Oh! I saw him on the train one day and I just knew I had to have him!" Anya squealed in delight, remembering the first moments she saw Zayn.