Start: May 2024
A texting/irl book about non famous Justin, and famous Zayn.
Justin is a 21 year old openly gay man man who lives in a small town working at a cafe. One day the love of his life, Zayn Malik, who doesn't until then know Justin exists...
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@zayn: Happy birthday baby, no one better than you. You've blessed this world for 25 years, and every single second you've made it a better place. I'll never be able to love anyone the way I love you. Nothing in my life made sense until you stepped in and completely changed my whole world. You are my forever Justin. _________________________________
@zaynszluts: 🥹🥹🥹🥹 he's so beautiful, you're absolutely the cutest couple there is.
@miastarling: das my best friend
@justinbieber: older and wiser but still dumb enough to be with you. jk I love you baby :)
@zayn: thank you love xx @zaynszluts
@louistomlinson: Happy birthday! Take well care of him Zee. X
@gabriellamiller: God so fucking beautiful I love and miss you @justinbieber
@justinbieber: omfgggggggg I love you let me carry your children @louistomlinson GOD IM GONNA DIE
@billiejones: wait a minute 🤔 he is only 25? And you're 31? Damn that's quite the difference
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I wake up with the softest touch. Zayn's lips brushes over my skin, his kisses light as feathers at first, trailing from my forehead down to my neck, my shoulders, collarbones and finally my chest where he lets his tongue play with my nipples, still softly.
My eyes flutters open and I meet his warm, affectionate gaze. "Happy birthday baby." He whispers, his voice like a melody that makes my heart skip several beats.
I really can't help but grin. "This is a very pleasant way to wake up."
Now his kisses grows more urgent, more passionate as he works his way down my body. Every touch is electric, sending shivers through my me. He knows exactly how to ignite that sparkle between us, that undeniable connection. When his lips reaches my hips he moves a little to pull off my boxers. His kisses turns into biting and sucking, leaving marks in the places only he'll see. He moves further down, letting his bite marks work their way down to my inner thighs. I'm already breathless, I'm already hard.
Zayn reaches for the lube that he apparently already had prepared next to himself, he rubs it around his fingers before letting in one finger, then two, then three. He takes his time, works his way in and out slowly and gentle. When it's done he lays on his back, he guides me to sit on top of of him, one leg on each side of his torso. He places his hands on my hips and lifts me up, and then slowly pushes me down onto his dick. He lets out a low, satisfied moan that send a wave of heat through my whole body.
We move together in a slow, intimate rhythm, our bodies in perfect sync. Each thrust, each kiss is so powerful that I can barley keep myself up. It feels like the time has stopped, like the universe has paused and we are the only ones left. His hands roam over my body, caressing and gripping hard, making me feel like I am the most precious thing in the world to him.
