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A Perfect Fit

13k words of pure ziam smut... that say a lot about me :)

To clear any confusion, Zayn is a werewolf and Liam is a veela.

"Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women/men with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine -bright. When angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; their faces elongate into sharp, cruel-beaked heads, and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders."

Both can perform a bit of magic. If anyone has any questions feel free to ask.

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Zayn was dripping with sweat, his heart pounding in a steady thrum as his feet hit the pavement in a familiar cadence.

His breathing was measured, practiced at this point as he was with distance running. He rarely felt winded anymore, even after an hour of exertion nearing his top speed.

If anything, he was still feeling too pent up with energy, even as he approached the end of his run back home. His muscles all felt tight, an itch pushing him to do more, to push harder.

Turning up his long front drive, Zayn's gait slowed into a light, loose limbed jog, before he stopped entirely in front of the door to his house. Light speckled through the trees surrounding the small cottage.

The weather was fantastic for running; cool enough to allow him to feel the sweat chilling against his overheated skin, the sun bright for the first time in ages after a weak start to Spring.

Zayn took the few short steps up towards the bright red door, using one hand to haul up the hem of his t-shirt to wipe at the sweat on his face and in his beard, before finally succumbing to the desire to just pull the garment completely off.

Heading to his bedroom to try and scavenge for some clean clothes, Zayn's eyes caught on a familiar flashing light by his bedside.

As he watched, a new text notification appeared, and then another; a rapid succession of blinking lights flashing across the small display screen.

He was tempted to ignore it, but just as his urge to run was making his muscles flex in anticipation, so too was the promise that came with those texts making his cock harden in anticipation of another outlet for his pent up energy.

He was a simple man, so he wasn't surprised when his hindbrain already had him moving to snatch up his phone.

'hey zed'

'u'll never guess what I found'

'Pretty, brunette, pillow princess. Absolute size queen. So posh it hurts'

'I got him to come to the club tonite - u gotta be there'

'Might finally be the Cinderella to ur huge cock'

'U in?'

Zayn felt his cock twitch as he scanned the series of texts. Fuck , Beckett knew him too well.

Nothing got him going more than a decadent, demanding piece of toff who needed to be reduced to a pliant mess of overstimulation. The more posh, the better, in his opinion. And he'd always loved a pillow princess; he got off on not letting his partners lift a single finger, preferring to hold them down or tie them up or strap them to a breeding bench. All the better if they preferred to just lie there and take everything he would give them.

And Beckett knew he had a thing for brunettes, ever since he had drunkenly described his burning need to fuck Liam Payne, and how he thought he'd wanted the man even back when he was 16.