One Direction Imagines

Love/hate ( zayn smut )

zayn is normally never angry like this - screaming, shouting - it's not like him. He's the cold, silent type. The type to sit in stony silence, grinding his teeth and trying his best to ignore whoever is pissing him off. But with you, he's different. You both push each other's buttons constantly and it's infuriating to just be around each other.
The only reason you even are in the same room right now is because you're both friends with Harry. You can't remember why you hate each other so much, all you know is that you do - and right now, you don't think you could hate him more.
"You're such an inconsiderate bastard, zayn, all you care about is yourself," you seethe, wanting to scream in frustration while he grips the edge of the windowsill in his bedroom, cracking the paint and leaving dents in the wood.
He breathes out a heartless laugh and turns around, his eyes red and his fists clenched. "As if you're any better!" he shouts, his expression livid, tossing away his previous vow to keep his composure around you. "God, how is Harry even friends with you? Honestly, if you weren't so fucking stubborn and difficult we wouldn't have any problems!" he yells, wanting to punch the wall beside him, enraged at the fact that you're even here.
"You're the one who makes me difficult! I never get this angry and you make me like this!"
"I make you like this?" he questions, rolling his eyes and contemplating giving into his urge to throw a glass lamp against the wall, just to let out some of his anger. "Look, it's not my fault that you're just being a colossal bitch."
His words stun you and you turn away, desperately trying to maintain your composure and hide the hurt look on your face.
"I'm sorry, baby, did I hurt your feelings?" he mocks, a spiteful tone rolling off his tongue, hiding his slight feelings of remorse at his hateful words, and trying to ignore the way he's suddenly noticed that you look so sexy like this - your hair down and your black lace bra hinting from beneath your t-shirt.
"You know what, zayn?" you quiver, "I think you're a selfish, hypocrital, condescending asshole, and I swear, if it wasn't for Harry I'd go on forever without ever talking to you. I'm so sick and tired of this, the only words that come out of your mouth are mean and hatefu-" your words are cut off by his lips parting your own, the intoxicating minty taste filling your senses when his tongue enters your mouth forcefully and his arms reach around your back. It's more of a desperate clashing of your lips and teeth than a kiss; violence and sexual tension swirling between you two, every move you make laced with a dangerous edge.
His hand grips the back of your head, tugging on your hair with one hand and pulling you closer to him with the other. He lets go and quickly trails his hands down your side, tugging against the hem of your shirt while pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. The quick, harsh bite makes you gasp slightly and you hiss a "Fuck you" against his lips, your words a stark contrast to the way you allow him to press your body closer to his.
You can feel of your combined pent-up hatred and loathing behind the kiss, a low growl emitting from his lips as he reaches his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up so that he's holding you up and pressing you against the wall. You legs dangle by his sides as he supports your weight, harshly biting and kissing against your neck, desperately trying to get his built up lust and sexual tension out of his system.
"Get on the bed. Now." he commands raspily, daring you to refuse him as his hot breath fans against your skin. You immediately comply and he pushes you down, lifting your shirt above your head and unhooking your tantalizing black bra before taking one breast in his hand and kneading it with his mouth still on yours. He's so angry, so fucking mad at you and the thought of fucking you against the bed, quick and rough to take the edge off is driving him insane. You whimper his name as he reaches down underneath your shorts to rub you through your panties, biting against your now-swollen and full lips.
Angry lust is thick in the air and you can feel him, hard, against your thigh, and you laugh breathlessly and roll your hips upwards, taunting him. The feeling of friction makes you moan against his mouth and he roughly pulls off your shorts and unzips his jeans, tossing them to the floor. His hands are sure to leave bruises, gripping against your thighs and wrapping them around his waist as he grinds against you, his erratic breaths hard against your mouth. "I hate you so much," he groans against the thin column of your throat, thrusting upwards, his hard member pressing against your panties.
"What do you want me to do?" he asks, wanting to hear you say it.
"Anything," you moan, frantically trying to meet your hips with his, but he's not giving you any control, grabbing your hips roughly and pushing them down into place, torturing you. He has the upper hand here.
He looks at you expectantly and you say what you want and what he wants to hear, knowing he's not letting you off so easy. "I want you t-to fuck me," you finish and he moans at the dirty words rolling off your innocent mouth, slipping off his boxers and roughly pushing down your panties. His erection strains against his stomach, so achingly hard it looks painful and he pulls a condom from his wallet, tearing it open with his teeth and slips it on, groaning at how amazing you look, completely naked on his bed, ready.
He quickly spreads your legs open and positions himself at your entrance, teasing you, wanting to hear you beg. "Please," you whimper, and it's all it takes for him to slam inside of you without warning, making your body shake with the thrust. A high-pitched noise comes from your mouth at the sheer force of the action, your toes curling with each movement as he pounds into you, kissing up and down your neck, and pulling out then bottoming back in at a merciless pace.
"Fuck, (Y/N)," he moans throatily, as you rake your nails down his back, drawing him in, both of you insane and giving in to all the sexual tension between the both of you. The sound of your hips knocking against each other echoes around the room and little hiccuped whimpers fall from your lips with each thrust, rough and quick. You're so tight and he can feel himself losing it, fucking the air out of your lungs and picking up the pace as he hits hard against your walls, gripping onto the headboard of the bed.
"zaynn," you whine, feeling a sweet pressure build up between your thighs and pit of your stomach and he leans down to put his lips on yours, picking up the pace as he chases his release. Before you know it, you're coming, seeing white and tugging on his hair as he picks up the pace, pulling out all the way before slamming back in, going so deep you don't think he can go any farther. It's not long before you hear a loud, wrecked sound come from his mouth, pushed over the edge at how your walls are clenching and unclenching around him and the filthy noises coming from your mouth as he fucks you hard against the bed. He gives one last push, pulsing deep inside you before releasing into the condom, your name and multiple expletives rushed out of his mouth in one moan.
"Shit," he whispers, before you both collapse against the bed, thoroughly fucked-out and your ragged breaths filling the room. There's a sheen of sweat along his forehead and your body is glistening as you lie against the covers, not able to believe what you just did.
You turn to him and he's the first to laugh, a dry cynical chuckle and you can't help but join in, laughing together, breathlessly and completely exhausted. This is crazy and none of it makes any sense, so you lie there in bed, a mess of tangled limbs and ragged breaths, not needing to speak to know what the other is thinking.