“Fine, well fuck you, Zayn!” I yelled at him.
“For the one thousandth fucking time, it was just for show for the damn interview!” He yelled back at me.
“And it was really necessary to be that flirty? What about the way you kept checking her out?” I screamed, furious with him.
“It didn’t mean anything! Babe, you need to stop over-reacting about everything!”
“Well it’s hard when I’m already so damn insecure, and every fucking girl wants you!” I said, determined not to cry.
He looked at me for a minute before he walked right up to me and pushed me against the wall, and he pinned my arms above me and he kissed me roughly. I tried to fight him off while I still could, but I loved the rough side of him and it was turning me on, even though I was still mad at him.
“Stop being so insecure.” He said as he kissed my jawbone and neck. He rubbed his hand down my body, and he finally let my arms go as he roughly grabbed at my thighs, and he lifted my legs up and he wrapped them around his waist. He pinned me hard against the wall and he kissed me roughly again, and I was kissing him back just as hard. I ran my fingers roughly through his hair, grabbing at his neck.
“I’m still mad at you,” I said seriously as he carried me off to the bedroom.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember anything but my name,” he growled in my ear, turning me on so much.
We got to the room, and by that point we both had our shirts off. He threw me down on the bed and he started roughly trailing hard kisses down my body. I remembered how mad I was, so I flipped him over so I was on top. I kissed and sucked hard at a spot on his neck that everyone would see for the next week.
“Fuck, babe,” he moaned, obviously turned on by how rough I was being.
“Let’s see someone try to get in your pants when you have marks I left all over your body,” I said, leaving more marks on his chest and shoulder. I undid his belt and pulled his pants down, and I palmed him a few times through his boxers. I tried to ignore how turned on I was. Right now, he was going to pay. I snapped his waistband, earning a moan from him, before I slid it down. I licked the tip of his dick, before I pumped it in my hands a few times, making sure he was as hard as he could get.
“Fuck please, babe,” he panted. I smirked, and licked the tip again, and took his slowly in my mouth less than half way. He moaned in frustration as I took him out and licked him again. I took him about half way, and sucked hard, before I fully took him in my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue around him. I felt him twitch and grunt, and I abruptly stopped, leaving him hard as a rock.
“Ugh, fuck you,” he panted.
“Mmm, sounds like a good idea,” I said. “Make me feel good, babe,” I said.
He flipped me over, his eyes dark and taken over with lust. He unclipped my bra as he trailed wet and soft kisses down my body, making me shiver. He slipped off my pants and underwear, knowing not to tease me right now. He rubbed my entrance with his fingers before he slipped one inside of me.
“Mmm, Zayn,” I moaned, and he added a second finger. My hips bucked when he trailed his kisses down to my clit, and he added a third finger, pumping fast in me. “Fuck,” I panted, feeling myself getting close. He licked my clit again, before he slipped his fingers out and he replaced them with the tip of his hard dick. He thrusted fully in me, making me scream out in pain from how hard he was and the lack of time he gave me to adjust. He kept thrusting, not waiting for me to adjust. “Ugh, fuck you Zayn,” I panted, waiting to adjust while he slid in and out of me. He laughed darkly, and he grabbed my hips and angled them up.
Moments passed and the pain turned into pleasure as he was slamming his hips into mine. “Fuck, Zayn, faster,” I begged.
“Fuck, I don’t know haw hard you want me to go,” he panted, but he somehow went faster than he was before. He pulled out and slammed into me again, making me grab a fist full of sheets. He rolled his hips into mine and sweat was dripping down both of our bodies. Both of us were so close, but we were holding it in. I was going to make him come first. I thrusted my hips up into his, and I felt his lower stomach tighten as his thrusts got sloppy, and he released inside of me with a moan of ecstasy.
I held it in, making him go longer. “Fuck, babe,” he panted, and I knew he was over sensitive and in pain, but he kept going. I screamed as he hit my g-spot over again, and I could only think of the amazing feeling of his full length inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, Zayn…Zayn!” I screamed again as he used his thumb and he rubbed my clit, finally sending me over the edge, and he pulled out and collapsed down on the bed next to me.
“Fuck, babe,” he panted. I just lay there, coming down from my bliss. He turned over and looked at me. “I’m sorry I upset you before. I love you, and only you.”
I nodded and rested my head on his chest. “I love you too.”
