My Savior «Zustin Mieber» DD/lb

Five

warning: a small amount of smut.

Zayn's point of view

I nervously sit on the couch. Justin had explained to me that he wanted to try something. He said he would be right back down. Ginger laid in her bed just across the room. I smiled at how adorable she is.

Footsteps pull me out of my thoughts about my cat. I look to the doorway and see Justin in the kitchen. There's a small clear bottle with a red too on it sitting in front of him. He types something into his phone before setting it down. As soon as he walks into the room, I realize the bottle in his hand is lube.

I blush and look away. He sits next to me on the couch and places the lube next to him. "Come sit on my lap, baby," he touches my hip. I slowly climb onto him. "Don't be nervous, my love. I'll take care of you," he kisses my neck.

As his lips pepper soft kisses against my skin, I let out a moan. Jay unbuttons my jeans. I bite my lip, hesitantly standing up. He slides them down my legs.

"May I?" He motions to my boxers. I nod slowly. "You're so perfect," he caresses my hips. "Sit back down, babe."

I watch as Justin places the lube on his fingers and smears it along them. I bite my lip as hard as I can when I feel his finger slide into me. He slowly starts moving it, kissing my collar bones as he does so. I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Oh yeah," the man thrusts into me. "Shut the fuck up," he punches the back of my head.

I close my eyes as I sobs loudly. I count up, something that always calms me down. The sound of sirens in the distance causes the man to speed up his actions until he comes in my backend.

"Stop," I shake my head. Justin seems confused, but leaves his fingers in my bum. "Stop!" I scream at him. I push myself off of him, only to land on the floor. I quickly scoot to the corner of the room and pull my knees to my chest. "Stop," I whisper to myself.

My tear blurred eyes follow Justin's moves. He picks up my boxers and a hoodie he had thrown over a chair when we got back.

He kneels down, a few feet in front of me. Jay's hand gently reaches out. "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispers. "Take my hand, baby. You're okay." He holds the clothes out to me, "here, love." I take the articles of clothing and slowly slide them on. My body shakes with every sob that comes out. Justin nods as I sit back down. "Good job, baby," he praises, "good job." I just stare at him, trying to get my vision to focus on something. "I'm going to sit here with you, okay? When you calm down, I'll be right here," he smiles sadly.

It took me awhile, an hour and a half to be exact, but I did climb into his lap.

He now holds me in his arms, rocking me back and forth. Silent tears still slide down my face, but Justin is quick to wipe them away. "Shh, baby, shhh. I'm here, I'm going to protect you," he whispers. I take a fist full of his shirt, nuzzling my face against him. "You're okay, my little prince." He kisses my forehead.

"I'm sorry," I cry out. "So, so, sorry," I squeeze my eyes shut due to the pounding headache.

Justin shakes his head. "No, no, baby. Calm down, you're okay. Do not- under any circumstances- apologize for being uncomfortable or scared." His arms pull me up so I'm now facing him. I bury my face into his neck. "It's okay, my love. Daddy's here," he stands up. He carries me to the kitchen and sets me down on the counter. "You sit right here, okay? I'll get you some juice," he cups my face in his hands to kiss my forehead.

I watch as he moves to grab a cup from the cupboard above the sink. It's a sippy cup, I giggle quietly.

"What's so funny?" He turns around with a smile.

I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hands. "Nothing," I whisper, "just excited."

His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "For what, babe?" He turns to the fridge to get the juice.

"I's wike d'ose cuppies," I blush as soon as I realize I talked in my baby voice.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Well, Daddy will get you some more on my way home from work. Will you be alright to stay here by yourself? Do you want me to ask Alfredo or one of your friends to come over?"

I shrug as he places the top on the cup. "Can I's sweepy in you's shirt, Daddy?"

He nods, walking over to me. He hands me the cup and wraps his arms around my waist. "Of course, you can, baby. Do you want Daddy to give you a bath before he leaves?"

I bring the cup to my lips. I take a couple gulps as Justin kisses my forehead again. "You's promise no touch my prince parts?"

He chuckles but nods anyway. "I promise I won't touch your prince parts, baby. You can wash them yourself," he runs both of my biceps. "Daddy'll write down your rules when I come home so you can have them for tomorrow."

"Daddy come home?"

"Of course, I'm coming home."

"I's mean what time."

"Oh," he steps back. "Around seven. So I can lay in bed with you for a few hours."

"Otay, Daddy," I blush as I mumble.

He lifts me up so I'm sitting on his hip. "Okay, baby," he carries me upstairs with the juice still in my hand.