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11. this chapter is just -Zustin-. {drama] im excited. --Oh and smut. (how could i forget)

"R-right there..yes!" Zayn möaned, as Justin smirked cockily curling his three fingers that are embedded deep into Zayn.

After such a hectic day, this is what Zayn needed. Zayn need Justin to make him forget, and oh my- Justin was succeeding perfectly.

Zayn was a sweating, moäning, panting mess sprawled out with his knees bent on the king size bed clawing harshly at the sheets as Justin thrusts his fingers into Zayn grazing his pröstate in the process.

"Please Jay, i need you", Zayn möaned moving his head up so he could look at Justin. Justin loved it when Zayn called his Jay.

"Okay baby, just hold on", Justin said, pulling his three fingers out of Zayn, making Zayn whimper at the empty feeling. Justin took a couple seconds to admire the way Zayn's tan hole clenches and unclenches waiting to be filled and pounded endlessly emitting unforbidding pleasure.

Justin quickly leaned over and grabbed some lube, squeezing the cold gel onto his member and the excess gel around Zayn's hole.

He leaned up and captured Zayn in a sweet kiss wiping away the pleasure tears dangling from his jaw.

He slowly pushed in and Zayn disconnected the kiss throwing his head back möaning loudly. Justin let out a grunt as he pulled back slamming right back in again.

Justin thrusts into Zayn at a steady pace, Justin proceeded to pick up speed as he change positions so he was on his knee's and holding Zayn's left leg up. He stared down at Zayn who was holding the top of the headboard tightly, the tip of his head hitting it too as Justin pounded into him. His head was also back a little too, his mouth gaped right open producing countless moäns and groans. His back arched at different points as Justin hit his prostāte. A thin layer of sweat glazed across Zayn, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead making his usual perfect quiffed hair, stick to his forehead.

"shīt Jay, keep g-going", Zayn moāned, biting his lip.

Justin chuckled breathlessly,"Not planning on stopping".

Zayn smiled, but it immediately turned into a 'o' as Justin started to hit his prōstate dead on every single time.

Justin relentlessly pounded into the withering mess of a boy beneath him endlessly assaulting his pröstate. Zayn was screaming out Justin's name with every thrust, within minutes Justin had collapsed next to Zayn panting heavily, with cūm spluttered on his and Zayn's chest. Cūm was leaking out of Zayn's hole onto the mattress beneath them.

Zayn turned his head so he was looking at Justin, taking in all of his beauty. Justin had his eyes shut still not over his ōrgasm. Justin could feel Zayn staring at him, so he opened his eyes and turned his head so now him and Zayn were staring into each others eyes.

"I love you, Zayn".

"I love you too, Jay".

They smiled at each other leaning in to kiss, but were interrupted when they heard clapping. They both shot up with wide eyes, staring at a man who was stood at the doorway.

He was Pakistani looking- like Zayn, bald, he had a stubble that looked as ruff as sand paper, a sneaky perverted smile plastered on his face with his yellow stained teeth and a gold tooth. He was wearing a white tee and a leather jacket and dirty grey jeans on with white Reebok trainers.

"If only little Zaynie was the responsive when i fücked his brains out", he chuckled.

Zayn was frozen, he couldn't breath properly, he was breathing out in short breaths, nearly chocking every time. He just couldn't believe that the man who he though he finally managed to get away from forever was stood right there, in his and Justin's home.

Zayn felt numb, the only thing he could feel was the bile arising in his throat.

Justin on the other hand was seeing pure red. He wanted to kill the man. Justin slowing went to pick up Zayn and his own boxers but the man quickly cocked a gun from his side and pointed it at where Justin's hand was.

"Hey, hey calm down, I'm just getting some boxers", Justin calmly reassured. Zayn was still stiff as ever, he didn't even flinch when his uncle pulled the gun out. His eyes were locked onto his uncle.

"No funny business", Zayn's uncle spat viciously.

Justin slowly bent over again picking up their boxers, he slowly put his on and turned to Zayn, gasping as he did so. He stared at his sub, Zayn was as pale as a ghost, silent tears falling down his cheeks, his mouth agape, his eyes wide, and he was really cold.

"Its amazing, the effect i have on him", his uncle remarked cockily.

"Yeah, absolutely brilliant", Justin spat back, making his uncle smirk.

Justin put the boxers on for Zayn, he had to literally lift him up so he could get them on properly.

He turned to Zayn's uncle who was still stood in the same spot. "Should'nt you be in prison?" Justin asked.

The man scoffed,"Got out".

"How?"

The man laughed loudly, "You think security is good nowadays? You're having a right laugh mate".

Justin tensed,"I'm not your fûcking mate".

Zayn's uncle cocked the gun up aiming it right at Justin, "Don't get cocky wi-"

"Please, no more", a tiny voice sounded. Both Justin and the uncle's head turned to look at Zayn. Zayn was finally back, out of the immediate shock. He grabbed onto Justin's hand and squeezed tightly.

"Hello, Zaynie", Zayn's uncle cooed with a little wave.

"Get Out!" Zayn shouted. Zayn's uncle just laughed,"I didn't come just to leave again, you stupid little bītch".

"Hey! Talk to him like that again and i sw-", Justin threatened but was cut off.

"You what, huh? You'll shoot me? Because last time i checked i was the one with a gun", His uncle mocked.

"Fūck you", Justin growled.

The man chuckled,"hmm, I already fūcked him, nice, hard and g-".

The man didn't even have time to register as Zayn flung himself at his own uncle, throwing punch after punch after punch. The force that Zayn flung himself at his uncle made him knock the gun out of his hand.

"ZAYN!" Justin shouted, racing over to where Zayn and his uncle were fighting. Justin managed to pull Zayn off, but he made sure that Zayn's uncle couldn't get up so he held his foot down on Zayn's uncle's neck.

"Fūcking move and i'll press me foot harder", Justin threatened.

Zayn's uncles face was bloody, his eyebrow had a cut, his lip was popped his nose was bleeding and his right cheek was due to swell any minute. Justin smirked because it was seriously hot as fūck that his submissive could fight like that.

"Jay, i've got the gun", Zayn whispered holding out the gun to Justin. Justin looked at Zayn and noticed a small bruise on the side of his neck. He obviously took a few blows as well.

Justin could feel Zayn's uncle squirming and pressed his foot harder, making it harder for the man to breath.

"Fucking stop, god dammit!" Justin shouted, the man instantly eased up.

Justin snatched the gun from Zayn, instantly regretting it as he saw Zayn flinch but brushed it aside pointing the gun down at Zayns uncle.

"Babe, go call the guards and police", Justin told Zayn.

"Already on it", Zayn said, Justin looked up to see Zayn already speaking into the phone, Zayn looked at him and Justin made kissy faces at Zayn, making his smile and blush.

"You're lucky that i don't shoot you right between your eyes after everything you did to Zayn", Justin threatened.

"Why don't you? I mean, c'mon do it.. think of all the times i fūcked him", the uncle taunted.

"Shut up", Justin said, jaw clenched.

"All those times i made him shout a scream".

"SHUT UP!" Justin shouted.

"Them plea's he made constantly for me to stop-"

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Justin shouted.

"Do it", Zayn's uncle whispered.

*BANG*

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The door flung open as groups of men ran through the bedroom door. They immediately stopped and stared.

Justin stood on top of a lifeless body, and Zayn stood next to him with a gun in his hands.

Zayn shot his uncle dead.

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soo, d'ya like it?

i really don't know if this was good, was this a plot twist? I'm naaat suree

oh and i'll explain properly what happened next chapter.

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