Just A Little Bit

I was halfway home when my Porsche made its way besides me, edging slowly along the road. The driver's window was rolled down and Zayn's arm was hanging out. Occasionally his eyes would linger on me before turning back to the road. I swear to God if he didn't turn around...

"Do you need a ride back?"

I shook my head, pushing my hair out of my eyes. Just fucking go away.

"Did you walk here last night?"

I nodded this time, tripping off the sidewalk and falling on my hands and knees. The car was stopped in an instant, a door slamming shut, and warm arms hauling me off the ground. I huffed and wiped the dirt off my legs. My hands were an ugly red and one of my knees was scraped but no blood. Good, I'd faint at the sight of it.

"You okay?" He asked, arms still around my waist. I glanced up at him enjoying the feel of him. "I'm fine." I muttered. We were close enough that if he lent forward three inches our lips would connect.

I shrugged out of his grip, pushing him back. He let go of me reluctantly and I continued walking. Guess what. The fucking car was back.

"Get in the car." Zayn ordered this time, keeping up the leisurely pace. I shook my head, crossing my arms. I could see the dorm entrance from here. Only a couple minutes walk.

"Get in the damned car before you hurt yourself."

"I'm fine Zayn!" I called louder. I sent him a sharp glare which he returned. Luckily the road swerved up ahead and led to the parking lot. He punched the horn, making me cry out and jump a foot in the air. It his were like two slits of stone and jaw was clenched.

He stopped the car before he had to drive away. I paused next to him for some stupid twisted reason. Zayn unbuckled his seatbelt, unlocked the door, and stepped out. Fuck was he going to forcefully drag me in the car. I'd call that kidnapping.

Instead of moving any closer he just leaned against the structure, arms crossed and fury dripping from him.

"Why'd you have sex with me?" He demanded, voice rough and desolate.

"Because-"

"Tell me the truth."

I was intimidated from his tense nature and unsettling eyes. He practically was pulling the truth from me and I had no other way but to answer to it. I sighed, moving from foot to foot. I sounded so selfish. But what did he care? He's Zayn Malik. Emotionless.

"I did it so we never talk again."

If possible, his demeanor got even more rogue. Fuck this shit I'm about to run away from him.

"Why?"

"You're so confusing. One minute you're telling me you like me and the next your fucking my room mate. You go from friendly to cold in a nanosecond."

"That's not true."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes it is. The time at Egg and I."

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he straightened away from the car. "That was because you were drooling over the waiter."

"His name is Stan!"

"Do you fucking understand how I feel?!"

I gasped. His eyes widened as the words were recognized. I waited holding my breath. Say something else Zayn.

"Just get in the car."

"I'm happy walking."

He groaned, turning around and getting back in, speeding off up the road. My breath came to me shortly, in breathy gasps of air. My mind reeled. Was it possible that Zayn was jealous? No, it couldn't be possible. I did know that he was bothered by me with other guys. I wasn't overly concerned with this prospect. Zayn and I needed to be as far away from each other as possible. We were a deadly mix.

The strange conversation- more like argument- we had occupied my mind until I opened the entrance doors, stopping just inside to rest. What the fuck just happened?

I trudged up the stairs and only then did it hit me that Calum wasn't able to pick me up. I mean, I guess everyone has stuff to do but it was earlier that morning when he told me he'd pick me up at the exact time I asked him to. What changed? I guess it was none of my business except that, what if I hadn't have had a ride. Then I would've be stranded until he picked me up or I go another ride.

I kicked the door open, exhausted mentally and physically from the long day. Luckily for me, Elizabeth wasn't home. I think she said she was at some friend's place for the night or two. Tomorrow would be Sunday and then classes start Monday.

Fuck me.

The lights were turned down low and I squinted through the dark over at the clock on the wall. Almost 7:45. I was starved. Whatever I'll probably get up in the middle of the night and get a snack.

I started undressing, taking off my black blazer so I was only in my button up long sleeved and pencil skirt. Wow I didn't realize how much older I looked when I was dressed professionally. I looked good. No wonder Kevin- who was three years older than me but my only friend at work- kept slapping my ass. Fuck him but it was funny at the time.

I untucked my shirt and unzipped the skirt. No matter how good I looked it was fucking uncomfortable. I wriggled out of that, taking my panties down with it, stepping out of my one inch heels at the same time. I shook my hips a little, mentally singing 'Strip' by Chris Brown. I unbuttoned my shirt in lightning speed, swinging it around my head once before dropping it next to my pile of clothes.

Fuck it I'll take a shower in the morning.

I reached behind me to my bra strap, unclipping it and letting it fall to the floor, turning to my dresser for a baggy pajama shirt.

"Thanks for the strip tease."

"Holy fuck!" I screamed, clutching the new shirt against my chest as one hand went down to cover between my legs. Jesus what the fuck was he doing in here?! How did he get in!?!

"Don't curse." He said stern. I noticed his figure before me too late, and he had my wrists pulled away from my body and locked in his steady grip. "Fuck." I whispered. Zayn chuckled warmly against my ear, sending chills down my spine and heat to gather in my stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked shakily and angry at the same time. I just want to fucking sleep my heart out and forget about him, but no... He had other filthy plans. He dragged me to my bed, flipping me over on my stomach and latching my wrists together so tight I could hardly move. My ankles were next, pulled down to the small bedposts at the end of the bed, spread far apart, and cuffed.

Great now I couldn't move to save my life.

"Sh, sh," Zayn murmured lightly, trailing a finger down my spine. I felt the bed dip and one of his hands was wrapped tightly in my hair, firmly tugging once to lift my head off the mattress. "Good." He said smugly but voice thick with lust. I turned my head so I could catch a glimpse of him, but he was quick to snap my head back.

I moaned at his dominance. His hand left my hair momentarily and I heard his ragged breaths. I took a risk and glanced over at him. Zayn's hands were running up and down on his long shaft, slow and steady, with his head thrown back and lips parted.

I struggled to get my hands on him. He looked so hot right now. But I was still so fucking mad at him. He can't just scream at me then expect me to have sex with him. Okay, he doesn't expect me too, he's forcing me too. Either way!

His eyes snapped to mine, stopping his movements with one final move over his tip. I moaned at the sight and he smirked, moving out of my line of vision. I fucking needed to get out of these cuffs.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked, though it didn't quite work because I was breathless. The bed dipped again, this time I felt his knees on the inside of my thighs, one hand winding its way in my hair again. He shifted me so I had no idea what was happening.

"I'm Zayn Malik. I fuck girls and then ditch them before the night is over." He said matter-of-factly. I squirmed as one hand kneaded my ass cheeks before moving lower and stoking my wet center. I moaned and he pushed me farther into the pillow.

"No sound from you, understood." I nodded and he tugged slightly on my hair, causing me to pull away and wince.

"I'm so fucking done with you and other guys. So fucking mad at you." I heard him say under his breath, leaning forward so his chest was against my back.

I could feel his tip at my entrance, pushing himself in with one hard thrust. I hissed at the immediate stretching, not quite used to him being so big. Fuck.

His free hand came down on my ass, stinging the skin. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes and he thrusted again, hard and long, deeper than before. Rougher. Angrier.

Oh my God I was having angry sex with Zayn.

He continued and anytime I let out an extra strangled breath I ended up with a smack on my ass. My face was ground in the pillow, hands constantly trying to slip out but failing. He was riding me from behind, each time going deeper and harder and stretching me impossibly.

As much as I wanted to hit him for this, I also wanted to kiss him. That was the only contact we had: his dick in my pussy and his hands either in my hair or slapping my ass. It was teasing and fucking wonderful at the same time.

I clenched and he groaned, pulling out harder and swifter then before and plunging back in. Holy shit.

"I'm close." He said with strangled breath. I held my breath, clenching again. "You are too, baby girl. Come for me. Nobody else. Come for me." He picked up speed to the point where I was shaking.

"Zayn!" His name came out in equally breathless moans and small cries. I was quaking on the mattress, every muscle tight and clinging to my release. He still pounded in me, riding out my high and then filling me with his liquids. He stopped.

For a split second there was no sound- no skin slapping skin, no groans from him. Nothing. He shifted away and I breathed deeply. Good thing my best friend put me on birth control before she moved away a couple months ago. Never thought I'd need it but guess what? I'm now the fuckee.

The locks around my ankles and wrists were released and I sat up instantly to rub my red skin. Zayn was at my side in an instant, wrapping a small ice bandage around my wrists. Our eyes met and I could see sex also did him well. His skin was glowing, refreshed. He had no clothes on still, gloriously naked in front of me.

His eyes fell away from mine and he turned so his back was facing me. I looked down at my bandaged wrists. So thoughtful and planned out.

"I'm sorry. I should have controlled my anger better." His voice was a mere whisper and I sighed.

"I think I enjoyed it more than I would've liked to."

"That's more my style. Not love making."

"But you're good at that too." I whispered. He turned and sat next to me and I scooted over so he had more room. "You look good after sex." He said lightly, fingers skimming over my shoulder down my arm. He took in a sharp breath and I looked up at him. He smiled small, suddenly closed off and calm.

"That was unexpected."

"You make me so mad sometimes."

"Did you plan that?" I asked, ignoring his statement and pointing to my wrists. He bit his lip and glanced away. I giggled. Wow. I actually fucking giggled. "Wow."

He chucked my shoulder and then sighed heavily.

"I understand why you don't want to interact with me. I'm so..." He searched the dark air for a word and I waited patiently. He sighed again, tracing my skin with an unknown pattern. "So emotionless sometimes."

I didn't say anything, just lay down. "I'm so fucking tired thanks to you." He chuckled and awkwardly sat. I wanted him to just lay down and spoon me or some ridiculous shit.

"You're with Calum, right?"

I shrugged. "He hasn't asked me out officially. But we're...together."

He inhaled through his nostrils before stiffly lying on his back next to me. Without thinking I cuddled up to his side, already closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

"I want you as mine." I think I heard him say. Who cares I'm pretty much asleep anyways. He could've said something completely different.

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