1D smut book

zayn - pillowtalk

credits: me (wattpad)
warnings: smut, dom/sub, touching, teasing
word count: ~991

You and Zayn have been a couple for over a year now and have just reached the stage where everything isn't perfect anymore. You fight. A lot. Nearly everyday. But you always make up and have sex. That's the way it goes lately. Fuck, fight, fuck, fight and repeat. It's slowly but surely weakening you.

You stand in the kitchen, waiting for Zayn to come home. His new song is out and he was out celebrating with few friends. He invited you to come, but you said no, said that you rather spend the day at home. You excepted him to stay, like he used to when you first got together, but instead Zayn went out. 'Pillow Talk' is playing in repeat in every room. Zayn never admitted it, but the song is about your relationship.

"I'm home!" You hear him groaning from the hallway.

"Kitchen!" You yell back and wait for him to come, but he doesn't. So you take a deep breath and go to your bedroom. There he is, taking his shirt off. You breath out loudly and he turns around to face you. You look at him for a second and then walk straight pass him to the bathroom. Zayn follows you and watches you turn the water of the shower on. You slowly take off your jeans, aware that he's watching. You try to ignore him, but as soon as your shit touches the floor, Zayn presses you against the wall. He spins you around and the water comes splashing down on you two. Zayn takes your hands and pins them above your head. He's breathing heavily and smells like alcohol. You look at him, take a deep breath and then look to the side. Zayn chuckles quietly and kisses your neck. A mean escapes your lips and you look back at him. He smirks and bites his lip, starring at you before he attaches his lips to yours and kisses you passionately. You are both wet from the water, but don't care. Zayn lifts you up and you wrap your legs and arms around him. He carries you out of the bathroom and to your bed. You don't break lip contact until he lays you down on your bed. Zayn takes your shirt off and then his pants. Neither of you talk as he pulls down your underwear. You sit up and pull his boxers down, freeing his erection. He unclasps your bra and throw it behind him, before he pushes his cock into you without warning. Sharp pain rushes through your veins before getting replaced with pleasure. Zayn starts to thrust in and out of you. His hands are on your waist, squeezing your skin as both of you breath heavily.

"I hate you." You gasp before he kisses you again.

"You love me." Zayn groans and gives you one hard and long thrust.

"I love you." You moan and hold onto his shoulders.

"That's right princess." He mumbles against your lips and you start to make out. Zayn fucks you hard and passionate in the same rhythm as his song. He starts to become slower, pulling every second into infinity as he pushes in and out of you. You feel every inch of him in you and his lips on yours. Your heart is racing and when Zayn's lips leave your, you start to moan loudly. He attaches his lips to your neck and start to suck, making you scream his name. Zayn gives you a hickey and then moves down to your collarbone, leaving another one of there.

"Zayn!" whimper and when he hits your g-spot. Zayn chuckles against your skin and then gives you another hickey on your boob. "Ahh fuck." You moan, shutting your eyes as he hits your g-spot over and over again.

"Louder." He demands and you obey. You don't have another choice anyway. Zayn starts to speed up, but his thrusts stay hard and passionate.

"I can't hear you." Zayn groans.

"ZAYN!" You gasp loudly and scream his name.

"Tell me how good I'm fucking you." He demands and squeezes into your boobs.

"Fuck Zayn! You fuck me so good!" You scream. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"Good girl." He smiles and you start to make out again. Zayn quickens his pace and start to shake your bodies through until you and him cum at the same time. Everything is black in front of your eyes and your walls tighten around his dick as he cums in you. Zayn fucks out your orgasms and then collapses on you. You put your arms around him and play with the hair on the back of his head as you both try to catch your breath.

"Is that your heart?" Zayn asks and then you realize a knocking.

"No." You say and Zayn gets off you. Ha takes a deep breath and quickly pulls his boxers on. You take his shirt and pull it on before you follow him to the front door. Zayn opens the door slightly and there he is, your neighbour.

"I'm very close to call the police." He says. You hold your laugh and Zayn quickly turns around and winks at you. "Nearly every day I hear yelling and screaming from his house." Your neighbour continues, clearly pissed.

"Just that?" Zayn asks smirking.

"It's enough! Just because you're young, doesn't mean that you can yell and fuck every day!" Your old neighbour yells and then rushes away. Zayn closes the door and comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I'm still mad at you." You say and put his arms away from him.

"You can't be serious!" Zayn rolls his eyes and follows you back to the bedroom, where you start to fight and yell again, before Zayn pins you down on the bed for a second round.