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Babypink -z.k

His long legs dangled off of your bathroom counter, feet clad with odd socks gently tapping the cabinets every time he swung them back and forth. He sat there perfectly still with his dreads pulled up into a pineapple on top of his head, watching your face twist in concentration. With an old make up brush you gently painted Zion’s face with the baby pink clay mask you’d bought yourself earlier that week, taking extra care not to get it in the bushy eyebrows that adorned his face.

Zion had been busy everyday that week doing different things for the EP. You had been busy every evening that week working night shifts at the restaurant. That led to 9am FaceTime calls, the only time Zion was free. Each day that week, during FaceTime, your face had been covered by the baby pink mask that stiffened your squishy cheeks and worked wonders for your skin. Whilst stuffing your mouth with your lucky charms Zion watched the crinkles of the face mask every time you ate, his eyes following the occasional pink flake fall from your cheeks to the table when you sipped your coffee.

“I want that mask” he’d blurted out

“Zion babe what, you want it ? Tough luck it’s mine” you managed to giggle out whilst chewing your cereal

“No baby I mean like I want to try it, you know I keep breaking out and your skin so clear like damn, should’ve shared your secrets sooner”.

That led to your situation now. In between his legs in your bathroom trying to ‘share your secrets’ as he’d put it. Gently, you stroked the clay clad brush along his cheek bones and around the rest of his perfect, soft face. When you got to the end of his nose he’d started to let out adorable pockets of laughter, not being able to control his bodies reaction to the bristles of the brush tickling some of his most sensitive features.

You both looked at each other in the mirror, smiling at how adorable the other looked. Zion towered over you with his hands around your waist, his hands accidentally scrunching up his fortnite top that hung off of your curves perfectly.

“You suit baby pink you know, always thought it was your best colour”

“Z I suit it when it’s my top or skirt, not when it’s my skin”

“Nuh-uh you lying, you suit everything”

“ight bet, I’ll use my green face mask tomorrow then we’ll see what you think”

“We both know you’ll look just as sexy as an alien”

Sat on your couch you both waited for the clay to dry, seemingly taking longer for you than normal after you’d let Zion put it on you after he bugged and bugged till you let him get his way, which he always did. Even though now half the face mask was in your hair and on your shirt, you loved this small simple evening with Zion. Being so domestic with each-other, without a care in the world for anything going on outside of your apartment. It gave you a warm feeling that only time with Z could bring.

After all his apologising for creating an absolute mess, his only conclusion of the night was “you’d be so fucking sexy with baby pink hair just hear me out ma...”

Self-love - z.k

He’d spent months trying, trying to feel better about himself and build up his confidence. You’d been there the whole time encouraging him, telling him how great he looked. You were waiting for him the second he came off stage, desperate to shower him with praises.

A smile crept onto his lips at your compliments, resulting in a sloppy kiss and a sweaty hug. He was thankful for everything you did to make him feel good, how you praised his mind and body and let him know the effect he had on you, even though it was obvious what he did to you. Zion always noticed the clenching of your thighs whenever he took his top off, how you licked your lips whenever his biceps tensed, how your gaze never left his when he was explaining something to you and how your eyes filled with admiration and lust whenever he was in your presence.

It was your reactions and reassurance he was trying to remind himself of as he read the comments that lit up his screen. His eyes should’ve been heavy with jet lag but they were being forced open by the hurtful words under ‘fan account’ posts. It was at times like this when he really hated his fame. He was told that fans were the ones who supported you and made you feel on top of the world but right now they were pushing him down, halting all the progress he’d made in himself the past few months.

When you walked into his room you knew something was wrong, the way his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth down-turned. The closer you got to him you could see the tears crawling closer to the surface, ready to spill over. Cupping his face in your small hands, you wiped away the few tears that had escaped. He looked up at you through his thick, damp lashes whilst your eyes searched his face to figure out what was wrong. His phone slipped out of his grasp as he held onto your hips like his life depended on it. You caught a glimpse of his screen, seeing comments about his weight, telling him to put his top back on and that he was too chubby. Softly wiping away his tears you pulled his head into your chest, letting his tears make puddles on your shirt.

All you did was listen to him, listen to him whilst he made himself completely vulnerable to you. You two hadn’t shared a moment so pure with each other. Lying on his bed, staring at the tapestry on his ceiling with Simba’s head perched comfortably on his stomach, you shared with each other your deepest insecurities. Each time an insecurity was revealed the other would throw back a compliment, giving each other proof as to why you were both worthy of self-love.

Fortnite - z.k

His head rested perfectly on your belly whilst he nestled comfortably in between your legs. You used his head as a rest for your book to lean on whilst your eyes scanned the page, it occasionally being moved by Zion shaking his head when nick needed reviving again.

His constant jolting kept disturbing your ‘meant to be’ peaceful reading time, which he’d interrupted hours ago to play his game as you called it, his talent and back-up profession as he called it. Placing your book down next to you, marking the page with the stupid fortnite bookmark he’d bought you as a joke a year ago, your fingers found themselves messing with his dreads, twisting them around your finger and pulling them up into multiple hair styles.

The room was silent apart from the constant clicking of his PS4 buttons and his occasional shouts at the screen. He was quite calm which was unusual, normally he was screaming at his screen as multiple guns fired at him.

Even more time passed and Zion’s hair had become boring to you, which you never thought you’d say. You grabbed your phone mindlessly scrolling until Zion’s shouts became more frequent, ruining the silence you were enjoying. Without thinking you pulled up your Instagram ready to film yet another outburst of his. Just as your phone started recording he jumped to his feet, his dreads bouncing up and down on his head, his cheeks red with frustration and his mouth shouting ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ every second, his fingers feverishly working the controller to kill his final opponent. He thought he’d won until his screen came up with 2nd place, causing his face to drop in disappointment and his usual tantrum whenever he lost fortnite to emerge. Chucking his controller onto his bed he was shouting down the headpiece as if nick was till there, even tho he’d been gone for at least an hour, done with being screamed at by Zion for ‘how fucking shit you are bro’. He was pacing round the room with his chest heaving getting all the adrenaline out of his system whilst you recorded, mouth close to the microphone you muttered ‘Bub lost so he’s a lil heated now’. All your comment did was earn you a death glare from Zion and even more approval from the fans who adored you for the amount of content you provided. The words ‘but it’s just a game baby’ escaped from your lips before you could stop them, causing zions mouth to drop open with utter shock. Your video ended with him stomping out of the room with you a giggling mess in his bed, knowing he’d be back in 10 minutes to beg for cuddles and a duo round of fortnite.

A/N: based on me and @darkrosekuwonu obsessing over Zion and fortnite

HOLY SHITTTT I WONT LIE, I CRIED WHILE READING THIS🥺♥️

You can’t leave me

“What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just been weird. Every since you went on that date or whatever.”

“I just, i don’t know Z okay. I think maybe this has run its course.”

“Whatcha mean it’s run it’s course?”

You sat up grabbing your clothes and quickly dressing.

“I mean that this, I can’t do this anymore. You don’t care about me.”

“Yes I do.”

“Zion.”

“What do you want from me? You want me to make you my girlfriend? Take you on dates or some shit. I told you before we started doing this that it’s not my thing.”

“I never asked you for that. I just didn’t want to feel so disposable to you.”

He just looked at you and that’s when you knew.

You were disposable to him. You were just someone he called when he needed something or someone. You were falling in love with him and he couldn’t care less about you.

“I’m gonna just go, please don’t call me.”

“Baby, seriously stop tripping. What do you want me to say? Don’t date other people? Okay. Don’t go on dates with other people?”

“Do you hear yourself. You clearly don’t care about me. If I knew you were seeing someone else-“

“I mean I am though, you know that.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that. You knew that.”

“No, I didn’t. Oh my god. I’m leaving. Don’t fucking call me again.”

“Seriously? Babe. You know you’re getting mad for no reason. Bring your ass back to bed. I’ll make it up to you alright. I’m sorry. Okay? I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. Zion I’m done for real.”

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks. You’d ignored every late night call and every text.

He’d never had this feeling before. The feeling of wanting someone to come back. He wasn’t used to reaching to the other side of the bed for someone. Truthfully he didn’t do this with anyone else. You were the only one. He hadn’t been with anyone since you. He was just talking shit, not wanting to feel vulnerable. Truth was he hated that you’d gone on that date. Hated himself for not telling you not to or maybe not taking you on one himself.

“The fuck is wrong with me.”

He leaned his head against the shower wall, letting the water drip down his body. The more his mind raced the more stupid he felt. He wanted to call again, wanted to tell you to come back to him. He couldn’t offer you much, he didn’t know how to be, nor did he want to be someone’s boyfriend. But he could be the one to make you feel good, the one to make you feel wanted, he could make you feel beautiful. He could bring the hidden parts of you out.

Pushing off the wall he turned off the water and grabbed a towel wrapping it around his waist. His large hand coming across the mirror, the cloudy reflection was one he didn’t recognize. He closed his eyes thinking back to nights you joined him in the shower. He could almost feel you there. Feel how after you’d press your head to his back and stretch your hands against the front of his body. A list ditch effort to touch him a few minutes longer. Could he really blame you for choosing someone else?

Opening his eyes once again he shut off the lights and walked back to his room. Looking at his empty bed he reminisced of the nights you’d be there already waiting for him. You were so shy at first, but the longer you messed around the more confident you got. The more confident in his need for you, you used it against him in the end. Maybe it was his own fault, he should have seen the signs. When you asked if it was okay to go on a date. He couldn’t even look at you, too worried about his game.

“Just don’t fuck him.” You needed more from him, you needed to know he cared even if he couldn't give all that to you.

He reached for his phone, hovering over your contact like he’d done many nights before, but would you pick up this time? Would you come? You’d told him you wouldn’t, but you’d never really been able to tell him no before.

He placed the phone to his ear waiting, ring after ring. His heart beating faster.

“What Z?”

“He-Hey.”

“Why are you calling?”

“You know why.”

“I told you I was done with this Z. I needed more from you.”

“You know I can’t give you what he apparently can.”

“I didn’t even need that much from you. I just needed to know I was more then just someone you could fuck. I didn’t ask for anything else.”

“You know you were.”

“What do you really want Zion?”

“Just, i don’t know. Can I come over?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know what’s going to happen.”

“Is that really so bad?”

“We’re gonna be in the same spot tomorrow when the sun goes down.”

“I’ll call again.”

“No, you can’t. This has to be the last time. I’m not gonna mess up something that could be good.”

“Okay.”

“Are you coming here or am I coming to you?”

“I’ll come there.”

“Fine.”

The line cut out and he threw his phone down. You were a drug, he just needed another fix. Just one more time and then he could let go. He quickly dressed and grabbed his keys. The drive over was quick. This time of night the roads were basically empty.

He dragged his legs up your stairs to your apartment. He knocked lightly, when you opened the door he felt all the air leave his lungs.

He didn’t know what it was about you, but he had to be in you to feel alive. He wasted no time reaching for your face and connecting your lips. His hands reaching down to your thighs he lifted your body to him. Wrapping your legs around him he kicked the door behind him closed. Walking through your apartment like he had so many nights like these.

He laid you down pulling his hoodie and shirt up over his body. And leaning back down to kiss you. Kissing down your neck, sucking on the spot he knew drove you crazy. You started pushing his shoulders.

“No, no marks Z. Not just yours anymore, you can’t do that.”

His heart dropped. You didn’t want your new man to see. See his mark on you, you’d always be his though. You couldn’t quit him. The fact that his body was laying between your legs was proof of that.

“You fuck him yet?”

“No.”

“You planning to?”

“No, not yet.”

“Hmmm.”

He reached down sliding your sleeping shorts down your legs, leaving feather light kisses. On the way back up he latched on sucking a bruise to your thigh.”

“Zi, Ugh I told you no.”

“Guess you’ll just have keep your pants on around him for a while longer.”

He did the same thing on the other leg just lower and then on each of your hips.

He kissed up your stomach lifting up you shirt.

“No bra?”

“ I knew you were coming, what’s the point?”

A smirk coming across his lips before he attached his mouth to your body again.

“You have too many clothes on still.”

“Taking my time.”

“Why?”

“You said this was the last time right?”

You nodded your head seeming unsure.

You both knowing it needed to be.

“So this guy, he takes you on dates? That’s why you picked him?”

“Z, please don’t do this.”

“Just asking mamas.”

His hands sliding into the front of your underwear.

“God baby, I’ve barely touched you.”

“It’s been two weeks Z.”

“I’m sorry baby, should have called sooner.”

“You shouldn’t have called at all.”

“You say that, but your body says otherwise.”

He leaned back to stand up, as did you. Reaching to undo his belt. Looking up at him between your lashes.

“You know what happens when you look at me like that baby. Can’t control myself.”

You leaned forward pulling at his pants, he helped you rid him of all his clothes. As he stood before you, you kissed his stomach and hips, And thighs everywhere but where he wanted.

“Please, please don’t play with me baby.”

You took him into your mouth a loud hiss followed by a moan falling from his lips. One of his hands threading into your hair while the other held your face. His thumb rubbing your cheek, making eye contact with him you continued to bob your head further and further down. His hand in your hair tightened causing you to moan around him.

“Fuck You have to stop.”

You pooped off him with a satisfied smile on your lips. He knew you loved to make him crazy and you’d quickly learned how in your time together. He loved watching you come out of your shell, watching you confidently do things he knew he’d taught you. And now you’d take those things and do them with someone else. The thought caused his chest to tighten, but still otherwise unwilling to give in.

You scooted back on to the bed and spread your legs for him to lay between them. He pushed into you in one quick motion. Your nails immediately dragging against his back. He lifted your legs around him and began thrusting it into you.

Truthfully you’d only had sex like this once. The first time. Zion was your first and so he went easy on you, kept it simple and sweet, doing everything he could to make you comfortable.

His mind racing back to that night, the way you held on to him. How quite you were.

“Louder baby, wanna hear you.”

He had to keep asking you if you were ok, if you needed him to go slower or even stop. He could remember it like it was yesterday.

Your voice snapped him back to reality.

“Faster Z please.”

His hips quickened their pace, and slammed into you harder and faster. He held you to his body closely feeling as though you’d slip away if he let go even for a second.

“You think he’s gonna make you feel this good baby?”

“N-no. Fuck, i don’t know.”

“Say it baby, say I’m the only one. Say you need me.”

“Okay okay, fuck just please please don’t stop. Fuck fuck, Zi you’re the only one, I know you are.”

“You can’t leave me mamas.”

You pulled your head back from the crook of his neck to look in his eyes. He quickly looked away realizing you heard his moment of weakness, but you reached for his face bringing it back to yours.

The look in his eyes said everything he couldn’t.

You leaned up kissing him, his hips slowing and his hands coming up to hold you face.

“Ok baby, I won’t. I won’t leave you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise Z, I swear I won’t.”

Nothing else was said. He leaned up sitting back on his knees bringing you body with him. He kissed your face and neck as he thrusted up. You tried to match his movements as he held you impossibly close. Neither of you knew what was happening. It had gone from fast and rough to soft and slow with one plea.

He was close and he knew you were too. He pushed you hair from your face while he held you close kissing your lips over and over as you came around him. He wasn’t far behind you, your exhausted body holding him close you let the words fall from your lips.

“I love you Z.”

He buried his head in your neck and let out a sting of curses, his body going rigid and still as he held you impossibly close.”

“Listen, I-“

“You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know.”

A small nod coming from his head, but he knew you could see it in his eyes.

“You wanna shower baby?”

“Yeah.”

Crawling out of his lap you walked down the hall turning on the water. He scooted off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Grabbing you body and hugging you from behind.

“I’ll be right back, go ahead and get in.”

He got in the shower, a sense of relief flooding his body. But then also worry. What if you didn’t mean it. What if you were gonna leave him. He needed to sort himself out, find a way to compromise and give you what you needed. He was lost in thought when he felt your arms snake around his body to spread across his chest and your head lean against his back. A loud sigh coming from his lips he reached down grabbing your hand bringing it to his lips.

“I um, I just texted him. Told him I couldn’t see him anymore.”

Turning his body to face you, he couldn’t really read your face.

“Please don’t make me regret doing that.”

“I won’t mamas. I promise.”

i love this so much 🥺

I love a good waste of time pt.II

It’s had been about a week since your encounter with Zion. The whole way home all you could think about was the heat radiating off his body and the way his breathe felt against your face and neck. Every part of you wanted to turn around and kiss him, but you just couldn’t. You’d spent months dodging his advances out of fear, and it unfortunately had to stay that way.

It would be a bold face lie if you said every time you were at work and heard the bell it didn’t grab your immediate attention. You were secretly hoping it would be the tall beautiful boy coming in again to pester you. You’d started to wonder if he had given up, but one night you saw all five boys walk in.

You noticed quickly that Zion seemed a little off, he didn’t walk in laughing or loudly demanding attention like always. He was the last to walk in and had his head down. He didn’t look around to see if you were there. You grabbed some menus and your pad and headed over.

“Hey boys, long time no see. What can I get you to drink?”

They all gave you their orders ranging from milk shakes to sodas, except Zion. So you walked over to where he was sitting.

“And what about you sunshine? Want another milkshake.”

His head tilted up to look at you, the nickname tugged at his chest a little.

“Uh Nah maybe just some water.”

“Ok, sure. I’ll be right back.”

Every interaction with Zion that night was like that. He was quite, you could see something was bothering him. He wasn’t begging for attention with his quietness, he was genuinely just off. The most you got from him was when you dropped off the food and without looking at you he said

“Looks great, thank you.”

You missed his usual pet names, the way he’d touch your hand when you handed him something. The way he’d smile at you from across the room. You waited by the counter assuming when he came to pay you could maybe find out what was wrong. But when Brandon stood before you to pay, you realized you weren’t going to get that chance.

“Hey, so is um-is Zion Okay?”

“Z? Yeah why?”

“I don’t know just seems a little off I guess.”

“Oh, well yeah. He keeps getting turned down by this pretty girl he likes at this diner. He’s kinda in his bag about it.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “S’that so?”

“Yep. That’s what I hear.”

“Hmm, well have a good night.”

“Yeah you too.”

Brandon walked back, grabbed his jacket as everyone stacked up plates and dishes making it easier for you to breakdown. They all walked out and said goodbye as they passed you, except Zion. He gave you a small smile and a timid wave.

“Zion.”

His head popped up and looked back at you.

“I get off tomorrow at 7. I’ll give you one shot.”

A giant smile covered his face.

“That’s all I need gorgeous.”

He turned back towards the door and walked out running towards the car. You could clearly tell they were cheering and excited with him. It made your heart flutter, maybe this wouldn’t be a giant mistake after all.

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You’d combed your hair a half dozen times, in the bathroom of the diner, finally deciding on a high ponytail. You touched up your make up once more and asked one of the other waitresses for the third time if your dress looked ok. It was a pale yellow sundress, you weren’t sure what he was going to take you to do so you didn’t want to be too casual or too dressed up. Right on time, he walked in. He was a dream honestly. He was wearing a grey sweater and blue jeans ripped at the knees and a beanie.

“Hey gorgeous.”

“Hi sunshine, right on time.”

He opened the door escorting you out, hand on your lower back. Opened the car door for you and jogged to his side. He got in and started the car, and let out a huge sigh.

“Alright step three.”

“What was step one and two?”

“Huh”

“You just said step three. I was just wondering what the other two steps were.”

“Oh, uh get you to go out with me and then not be late.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Zion, don’t be nervous okay? I’m not expecting tonight to be some magical perfect dream, that isn’t reality. I just want to get to know the real you, so please just be the guy I’ve wanted to say yes to for months okay?”

“Okay. I can do that.”

You leaned over kissing his cheek as he pulled out of the diner. You’d arrived at the board walk. In all the years you’d lived here you’d never actually gone there so you were actually really excited.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I figured it’d be more fun to do this then some bougee ass restaurant. Or maybe this shit is too corny.”

“No, this is great. As long as you buy me cotton candy.”

“I can definitely do that.”

You got out of the car and walked around little bit mostly laughing and talking. You’d decided to go for the full experience so you grabbed a few corn dogs and sat on the bench. Turns out you both enjoyed people watching. You’d make up little back stories to all the people as they walked by and pick out names for them all.

“Those two look like a Bob and Jen.”

“Yeah, they’re on their first date like us. But unlike me he’s bombing.”

“It’s not his fault Jen isn’t as easy going as me.”

When you finished your food you walked around a bit, you could tell he was nervous so you reached out and grabbed his hand lacing it with yours.

His smile made his eyes light up.

You walked the board walk and rode the Ferris wheel which was your favorite part.

Watching your smile light up when you got to the top was Zion’s favorite part too.

“It’s beautiful up here.”

“Yeah I guess it is.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like heights sunshine?”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Your smile. It reminds me of the sun. I can be having the worst day and you guys all come in laughing and you smile at me and it’s like actual sunshine on my face.”

“Why wouldn’t you go out with me then?”

“I don’t know, I guess I was just scared.”

He leaned in putting his arm around you and kissed your temple.

When you got off the ride he grabbed your hand and continued to walk to board walk and bought your cotton candy.

“I’m so good at this game. Come on I’m finna be all romantic and win you a stuffed animal or some shit.”

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“I’m really sorry I couldn’t win that shit. I swear I’m good at it.”

“It’s ok, you bought me this cotton candy what more could a girl ask for?”

“I had a lot of fun tonight. Are you glad you came?”

“I am. So what are we doing next?”

“Umm I don’t know, I figured it’s almost 10 so probably just take you home, cause you wouldn’t wanna be out too late.”

“Hmmm no party tonight?”

“There is, but I wasn’t planning on taking you there. Doesn’t seem like it’d be your thing.”

“I wanna go. Wanna see your world.”

“It’s not really my world, just a part of it. But I’ll take you if you want.”

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You pulled up to the house and were surprised by the level of noise on the outside. How the neighbors didn’t complain was beyond you. Zion came around and opened your door and held your hand inside. He was nervous, he knew undoubtedly there was gonna be girls he’d hooked up with here, girls that were trying to hook up with him still and he was afraid of what you’d say. It took him forever to get you to go out with him and he didn’t want someone who didn’t matter to him to ruin it.

“Do you want a drink?”

He yelled over the music. The bass was thumping, the bodies were pushed into each other and the neon lights were bright. You couldn’t think straight, he was right. This wasn’t your thing. You didn’t really want to come to a party, you just wanted to be with him a little longer.

“Baby? Do you want a drink?” This time he leaned down and whispered it in your ear. You shook your head no and reached your hand around his neck pulling his ear to your mouth.

“Can we just go to your room?”

He leaned down kissing your forehead and shook his head. He shielded your body with his as you made it past the sea of bodies and to the protection of his room. He opened the door and pushed you in first turning on the light and closing the door. You were kind of surprised how clean his room was, his bed was made the only thing out of order was a few pair of shoes scattered along the floor. You looked back at him as your hand caressed his sheets as you walked along his bed.

“I’m sorry, it’s just really loud and there was so many people.”

He was leaned against the door with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“It’s fine mamas, I knew you weren’t gonna like it.

He could tell you were still a bit shocked from the scene just outside his door. He felt bad, maybe he was right. He shouldn’t have brought you here. You took a seat on his bed, you looked so beautiful he felt like his head was spinning. He wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh. He hopped on his bed dramatically pulling you into his lap and attacking your sides with his hands. Just like he’d hoped your laughter boomed through the room as you wiggled out of his lap. He pushed you on to your back and crawled over your body still tickling you with his free hand. You wiggled below him beginning for him to stop as you both laughed. He eventually pulled his hand back resting it on your neck. You reached up pushing the dreads from his eyes. He leaned down kissing you softly.

He crawled back towards the headboard and spread his legs wide ushering for you to join him, you tilted your head and gave him a small smile.”

“Promise I won’t bite.”

You slowly moved forward crawling towards him, when you got close you kissed his lips twice, the second time a little deeper. His hand came up to your neck to pull you closer, but you pulled away turned your body so your back was laying flat against his front.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

You’d watched about half the movie when he shuffled down a bit and started leaving little kisses on your check and shoulder.

“Someone needs some attention I see.”

“Just a little, can’t not kiss you if I got you here.”

“Suppose that’s true.”

You turned your body so you were laying on him chest to chest, and he leaned forward and kissed you again. You let him take it as far as he wanted, his hands caressed up and down your back, and just above the swell of your ass. You knew he wanted to, you wanted him to. So you reached back and drug his hand to land on your ass. He’s kept kissing you and he gently squeezed and brought his other hand down as well. You could feel him against you, he was getting hard. He quickly flipped you over towering above you, as he looked in your eyes.

“Well don’t stop now sunshine, we were just getting to the good part.”

That wicked smile he displayed the night at the diner appeared on his face yet again.

“You’re so fucking sexy you know that.”

You slid you hands down his chest and palmed him, the sexiest noise you’d ever heard fell from his lips. This wasnt you. You didn’t do things like this, but Zion brought out a more confident and daring version of you. You worked your hands back up to start lifting his shirt. He’d started kissing down your neck and nipping at your skin every few inches or so. His hands were wandering and dragging up your legs as he wiggled his way between them and started pressing against you.

“You see what you do to me baby.”

All you could do was moan in response as his hands slid between your thighs and up to where you’d been begging for him to touch you.

You pushed at him causing him to sit up quickly, he was worried he’d done something wrong. This wasn’t in anyway how he thought this night was going to turn out. Truth was he was nervous, and he hadn’t met anyone in a long time that made him feel that way. You sat up lifted your dress off, and unhooked your bra. Zion was in complete awe. He still couldn’t figure out what it was about you that drove him so crazy, but in this moment he didn’t care.

He took his pants off in record time and dove into the bed literally causing you to burst out in an fit of laughter.

“You’re so pretty baby, you drive me crazy. I feel like I forget everything when you’re around. Don’t even know what to do next mamas. You got me losing it. ”

“I got you baby.”

You climbed into his lap slowly, his hands pulled you in and rubbed you back up and down as you lowered down.

“Fuck baby, you’re- oh my god.”

You’d leaned your head forward, lip trembling. The stretch burned but felt heavenly all at the same time. You slowly started to rock your hips, all you could hear was the music from the other side of the door and the sound of your own heart beating. You’d tried to pick up the pace, but your legs couldn’t stop shaking, you were overwhelmed and on the verge already. Zion could tell you were close already so he hugged you close, pulled you close to his chest planted his feet and thrusted into you fast and hard. Your head fell into the crook of his neck where you moaned and did your best to kiss his skin and tell him how good he felt, but the sentences didn’t make sense. He reassured you though, he knew what you were feeling.

“I know baby, me too. Fuck.”

When you both came down from you high he released his grip and kissed your shoulder. A lazy smile on his lips, he kissed your shoulders and lips as you climbed out of his lap.

“Where you going?”

“I have to get going, I gotta be at class early tomorrow. It’s nearly midnight.”

“You can stay here and I’ll take you in the morning.”

“I can’t I really have to go. But I had a lot of fun.”

“I did too. Let me just throw on some clothes and I’ll take you home.”

“You don’t have to I can call an Uber.”

“What? No.”

“Zion it’s fine really. Look, already on the way. Just umm relax and have a good night. I’ll see you around.”

He’d never been left like that before. He felt like maybe he’d done something wrong. Maybe he’d been too rough, maybe she felt like he was just trying to sleep with her and that’s the only reason he took her out, he couldn’t figure it out.

“Bro, I don’t know what I did. We had a great time. Like I did everything I could think of to be a gentleman cause I thought that’s what she wanted. Then she came back here and treated me like a one night stand. Like I don’t get it bro. I tried to call her, she won’t call me back.” It’s been four days.”

“Maybe she’s just busy.”

“Maybe. Maybe we should go eat, will you come with me?”

“Where y’all going?” Brandon yelled form the couch.

“Zion got ghosted by diner girl, so we’re going to “eat”.”

“Edwin, why you gotta say it like that bro?”

“Ayyy I’ll go. She asked me what was up with you last time so maybe she’ll tell me why she’s ghosting you.”

When he walked in he spotted you quickly, he took a seat at the counter while the other two boys sat at a table.

“Hey.”

“Zion, hey. What are you doing here?”

“Came to eat, and check on you. Haven’t heard back from you and I don’t know I just felt like maybe you were avoiding me.”

“I’m really busy right now, can we do this later?”

“No. I need to know what I did wrong.”

“Nothing Okay, I Just- look let’s just talk about it later.”

You grabbed menus and walked away from him. He stood up frustrated and walked over to the table where you dropped menus and drinks to the other boys.

“She still won’t talk to me.”

“There’s definitely some tension. What the fuck did you do bro?”

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.”

You felt bad, you didn’t intend on pushing him away. But you were scared, you were scared of how you felt about him. You were scared of how much he pulled you out of your shell without even trying. You figured he was going to ghost you, so it was better to do it first. But here he was basically hunting you down.

“Can i talk to you for a sec? Please.”

He slid up from his seat and followed you outside. You took a seat on the bench and looked down at your feet.

“I’m sorry Okay? I had a really great time the other night. But I’m not that girl, I don’t do stuff like that. You make me crazy, you make me someone I’m not or at least I don’t think I am. I just got scared that you weren’t going to call or show up again and I thought maybe I should just-“

“Ignore me before I did it to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why can’t you just accept that I actually like you.”

“Because guys like you, don’t like girls like me.”

“Well you say that I make you someone different, maybe you make me someone different too.”

“Maybe.”

“I really want to take you out again, even if it doesn’t end the same way. Not that I’d mind that.”

“My shift ends in an hour. Walk me home?”

“Hell yeah.”

You leaned over kissing his cheek.

“Thanks sunshine.”

“I got you”

“So much for a relaxing weekend” you winced as another pain shot through your body. You were supposed to be spending the afternoon with Zion after he finished up at the studio but here you were, lying in bed curled into a ball wishing for even the slightest bit of relief from the pain. “I should probably call Z & tell him not to come over”. Almost as if on queue you heard keys at your front door followed by it opening & slamming shut. “Babe? Where you at?” Too late now. “In my room” you call back weakly. You hear him start to whistle as he walks up the hall to your room. “I texted you earlier asking what you wanna do today but you didn’t ans-” He stops mid sentence when he sees your curled up form lying in bed. “What’s wrong baby? He walks to the side of your bed & kneels in front of you, brows furrowed with concern. “Oh you know just my uterus try-” You wince as another stabbing pain floods your body. You take a deep breath “Its just my uterus trying to kill me, no big deal.” “No big deal my ass! Why didn’t you text me & let me know? I woulda come over sooner.” “I didn’t wanna bother you or interrupt you at the studio.” “Babygirl you are never a bother or an interruption. Have you eaten or taken any meds yet?” “No....I’ve been in bed all day.” He stands up & walks towards the door “bro what the fuck aight hang on ma give me like 5 minutes.” True to his word he was back in 5 minutes with his hands full of supplies for you. “Aight so we got medicine, heating pad, water, a sandwich annnnd...” he reaches into his back pocket & pulls out your favorite candy bar. “This, figured you might want it later. Now anything you wanna say?” “Thanks for taking care of me and you’re the best? He crosses his arms over his chest & raises his eyebrows giving you an expectant look. “Thats always good but anything else??” You roll your eyes “And sorry I was a dumbass and didn’t call you earlier.” He smiles & leans forward to kiss your forehead. “It’s alright just make sure you call me next time, You’re my dumbass & I wanna take care of you alright? I got you mamas, always.” You smile & nod at him “okay I promise.” He smiles again & presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “Good, now scoot over so I can cuddle the fuck outta you.”