Zayn Tattoos Novels & Stories

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

I protested, clinging on the lingerie a second longer. “Oh...my little bunny, you know I can always have time for you.” He took off his jacket, the masculine cologne hit my nostrils, I inhaled it shamelessly. Because it always made me feel intense, it always drew me closer to him than I expected. He tossed the jacket on the bed, his gentle hands carefully unbuttoned his white shirt. I swallowed hard when my gaze landed on his chest, “You got a tattoo of my name and baby Zayn?” I blinked, I tried rubbing my eyes hoping it was an illusion.

Oh, Zayne was waiting. When I stepped outside, he was leaning against his bike, a lazy smirk playing at his lips. The red shirt he wore almost matched mine. The sleeves were rolled up, showing the tattoos crawling down his arms. The top few buttons were undone, revealing the tip of the arrow tattoo that peeked over his chest. His hair was brushed back, a few strands rebelliously falling forward. Zayne Greyson was undeniably hot. And for a fleeting second, a wild thought crossed my mind — ‘if tonight went well, I might just end up sitting on his dick.’

We had not gotten used to that yet. I quickly put on one of the loose shorts and shirt and breathed in the scent with the waves of chocolate hitting me to euphoria. Yep, this clothes were my mate's. My ears perked up at the scrunching of leaves and I jumped out from the back to see Zayn wearing a loose shorts with no shirt. His black ink spread along his sculptured torso making me look at him in awe. Moon goddess, this man was beautiful.

He stepped back over to me, his frame towering over mine. Standing flush in front of me, he leaned down and pressed the wet bristles against my skin, stroking a series of precise, elegant lines across my collarbone. I closed my eyes, my head rolling back as a delicious shiver raced through my nerves, the cool glide of the paint sending a thrill through my pulse. The moment the brush lifted, I opened my eyes and looked down into the studio mirror. In beautiful, sweeping calligraphy, his name was written clearly across my skin: Zayn.

she mused, watching him carefully, “you should tell me now.” Zayn hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think for a moment before finally nodding. “As a kid,” he said casually, “This might be shocking for you to hear, but...I had an unhealthy obsession with Britney Spears and Alicia Keys.” Katherine blinked once before rolling her eyes. Zayn chuckled at her reaction, amusement flickering across his features as he stretched his legs slightly. Katherine let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Really, Zayn? This is the secret you choose to reveal?”

As the leader and artist responsible for Zacharias, he felt excessively nervous. “Yeah, I did.” “It was so simple that I didn't think it was your work, man!” “Zach said that he will add more details after he publicizes his marriage.” Taylor hummed. “Okay, tomorrow we will post a clarification statement. Do you have temporary tattoos that you can use?” "Yeah, I have a temporary ink. Why?” “Use that on your member's left ring finger as well. We will use this opportunity to slowly spoil your comeback. Can you think of a design?” asked Taylor.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

But then I remembered that Zayn does not work yet. "Yeah. Finally, I have a moment to breathe and I can work on my designs freely." I let out a sigh of massive relief. He nodded, "Great." "Can you customize a ring for me?" Zayn suddenly chimed in, and Ryan lifted his head to glare at his brother. "You want to propose to someone?" I cheerfully asked. "No, I am not even dating." He sighed, "Can you believe a man as handsome as me is available in the market?" He pursed his lips as this situation was unbelievable to him.

Zayn howled loudly and his fingers thickened into claws, his form grew causing cracks in his clothing and his red luminous eyes were now visible. He pulled away quickly into the field and the men followed after him. Quickly he made a sharp turn confusing them but one wasn't as he plugged towards him, just what he wanted. Zayn dodged his attack and direct a punch straight to his throat damaging his vocal. He gagged painfully dropping to his feet and Zayn took off as the other returned for him.