#zaynpreference

He lit the end of his cigarette, eyes casting heavy cloud on everything in his wake. He was tired of fighting, tired of all the fucking arguments.  He grabbed the bottle that sat beside him chugging the contents. He was pissed, his fists clenching and unclenching every time he thought about it.  He stood up blocking your exit as you tried to leave. “Sometimes I swear I can’t stand you!” you shouted, pushing past him to go back to kitchen fighting angry tears. His eyes darkened, as you turned away from him focusing on the dishes pilling up in the sink.  He came from behind so quietly it startled you, “Fuck” he mumbled “You drive me mad, you know that?” He whispered, reaching his hands down the front of your pants.  You gasped, “Zayn! What hell?” He ignored you finding your weak spot, running his fingers back and forth along your center. You gasped barely able to stand straight. You leaned against him trying to find your balance; he took full advantage of your weakness; sucking, biting, and nibbling on the soft skin just below your jaw.  You let a sharp moan as one of his fingers entered you; he added a second rapidly driving you to the edge.

“Tell me you love me” he growled, pressing into you deeper.  Your legs were shaking now, but he wasn’t letting up. “I- I l...love you” You whined. You were close now, as soon as he felt you clenching around him he pulled out. He spun you around siting you on the counter, his mouth came crashing down on yours.   His fingers tangled in your long black hair deepening the kiss, his eyes darkening with desire as he tugged on your lip with his teeth. He pulled your pants off as long with his, he was completely ready. He pulled you close pushing himself inside you; you wrapped your arms around him unable to concentrate on anything other than the way he felt inside of you. “You feel wonderful, “he said breathlessly, more to himself than to you. “ So fucking tight”. He started moving faster; because he teased you beforehand you were nearly at the point of breaking. You placed sloppy kisses down his neck digging your nails into his exposed skin. He thrusted harder hitting a spot that made you see stars, “Zayn..! Zayn..! Zayn..!” you moaned it like a mantra.

“Again. Tell me again” he demanded. This time you screamed it the words flowing melodically from your lips, “I love you! I love you”. At the sound of your voice his thrusts become harder, more chaotic as you began meeting his every thrust. You both came, body’s shaking from orgasm.

“I love you Shanice” he whispered carrying you to the bedroom you collapsed in a heap on the bed breathing heavily. There were no words. You didn’t have to say anything; you lay all tangled up completely entwined in every way.

“No more fighting” he whispered gently running his fingers down your thigh, a cigarette dangling from his lips. You nodded, utterly exhausted, “No more fighting” you peeped. 

Zayn:  Zayn is an angry drunk so when he comes home drunk normally Niall or Harry will spend the night since they were out partying together.  But tonight Zayn went out by himself and you begged him not to get drunk.  When he comes home its close to 3 am and you were watching t.v. on the couch.  "Zayn? Are you drunk?" He stumbles over and that answers your question.  You get up and help him to the guest room.  "NO! I'm sleeping in my bed!"  Zayn replies as you try to get him to lie down.  "Zayn your drunk and I'm not dealing with you pick where you sleep but then I'm sleeping in the other room."  You say back not wanting to fight with him over something stupid.  "NO!  YOUR MY GIRLFRIEND AND YOU WILL SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME DRUNK OR NOT!!" Zayn yells in your face.  You can smell the beer in his breath and you take a small step back and look at him.  "Zayn I'm not fighting with you, and I'm not sleeping next to you.  Your drunk and you know I don't like that," you reply annoyed.  Zayn, being drunk and pissed, raised his hand and slaped you across the face.  This cause's you to fall on the floor.  It takes you a minute to recover you stand up grab your bag and phone and walk out of the house.  3 doors down is Lou and El so you go there and bang on the door knowing that they are still awake cuz you we're texting El.  Lou answers the door with a baseball bat in hand and the second he see's you he calls for El and grabs your face.  "What happened?" He asked concerned.  El walks up that same moments and pulls you inside before you let out a good cry on her shoulder.  You tell her everything and she tells you to sleep in the guest bed and tells Lou that he will be having a talk with Zayn in the morning.  You walk up to bed feeling the heat of the hit on your face.  El walks in and lies down facing you.  "I wanted to make sure your ok, so I told Lou I'm sleeping in here tonight," you feel a tear trickle down your face as you remember what had happened.  You wake up and find Zayn lying next to you stroking your hair and staring at you.  You yank away from him as you get up to walk away.  "[y/n] I'm sorry please I didn't mean to! I was drunk I promise I'll get better at not drinking so much please! I love you and will never hurt you again."  With that you turn around and hug him.  In his ear you wisper "I've been knocked down before, but it hurt most from you."  You look at him and see a tear trickle from his eye.  You kiss him and say, "I love you too Zayn.  Please work on it because I won't stay next time."  Zayn stops drinking all together and never lays his hand on you again