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okokok so i was never a super super big fan of the freshman/the sophomore/the junior/the senior series buuuuuuut i just finished my first semester of college and felt super nostalgic for this book so!!! here’s a group picture (taken by chris thats why hes not in the picture ehehe totally not bc i forgot abt him) of the entire group
10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face” for zig please !!! love u so much mwah !!!
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he hides a smirk behind his coffee mug as erica tears eagerly through the wrapping paper, hands gliding over the enormous box in front of her. “is it that kitchen set i wanted?” she asks, even as her nails scramble to peel the lid off of the box, “i bet it’s the -- oh.”
her brow furrows as she finds what’s inside, a second, smaller box, wrapped in the same cheerful red snowman paper. she glances up at him curiously, going for the corners of the paper again. “seriously?”
“just open it,” he directs, biting down on the inside of his cheek to stifle a broader grin when she does and finds yet another box waiting for her.
“zig,” she huffs, impatience and irritation starting to bleed into her voice in equal measures. “you can’t be serious.”
“i am, though.” he crosses his ankles where he’s leaning against the couch, looking down at erica who’s sitting in front of it, the slightly smaller box now pulled into her lap. he nudges her playfully with his shin. “you have to keep going.”
erica glares at him, lifting the box and giving it a violent shake. inside, there’s only the sound of the next box sliding around in the limited space he’d given it before sizing down again, though he spares a thought for the very last box at the center with a wince, hoping that what’s inside is protected against the way she’s jostling the package.
her annoyance worsens as she gets through a few more boxes, wrapping paper starting to pile up around her. “this is ridiculous,” she groans, finally giving in and reaching for his keys to help cut through some of the tape, “when did you even have the time to do this?”
“i worked on it every day while you were at work,” he answers proudly, doing his best to stifle his grin. seeing how pleased he is at some joke he thinks is funny that she’s decided is very much not only ever makes erica more pissed off at him. still -- he can’t wait to see her fucking face when she finally gets to the smallest box at the center.
“that’s a lot of effort just to watch me suffer,” she mutters, frowning down at the box as she yanks harder at one of the smaller sizes, tearing quickly through the paper. his heart pounds; she’s getting close. any minute now...
“it wasn’t only for that,” zig returns cryptically, thinking about how relieving it was just to have the ring in one place she could never stumble upon it; it’d been exhausting constantly double-checking his nightstand for it, moving it from the closet to his backpack and back again. “come on, erica, put your back into it.”
“shut up,” she half-laughs, half-scowls, finally working her way down to the last box, the one that’s got the case from the jewelry store inside. she sighs as she tosses the cardboard lid away, lifting the black velvet into her hands. “seriously, zig, all this for some necklace? you’re so...”
she trails off as she pops the ring box open, gaping straight into the face of the diamond that’s been waiting for her. he sinks to his knees on the carpet beside erica’s body.
“erica,” he starts gently, reaching for her free hand, “from the moment i met you, i knew you were going to change my life.”
“oh my god,” she interjects numbly, turning her open-mouthed look of wonder onto him. she shakes the box in her right hand like he somehow doesn’t know what he’d put inside it. “zig, this is an engagement ring.”
he smiles indulgently at her, nodding. “it’s yours, if you want it. i love you, erica. will you marry me?”
the look on her face is worth every paper cut he’d given himself wrapping box after box, every time the guy at the post office shook his head at him when he stopped by on his way home from work to pick up more supplies. it’s worth every last dollar he spent on that overpriced sparkler in her hands and it’s something he knows he’ll never forget, not for the rest of his life.
her eyes glitter. still seemingly in shock, she nods exuberantly at him. “yes, of course. of course i will, zig! jesus.”
he plucks the box from her hands to slide the ring onto her finger, grinning as soon as it’s in place, perfectly at home on her left hand. it looks like she was always meant to be wearing it, and he beams at her as she holds her hand outstretched, staring even as he gathers her into his arms and presses a kiss to the top of her head.
“i can’t believe this. and you with all those fucking boxes, oh my god --”
“yeah, but -- your face, babe.” he laughs, tipping his forehead against hers. “can you blame me?”
“i could kill you,” she sighs, just before their lips finally meet, her kiss saying something else entirely. the world seems to still, around them, the rightness of it all thrumming through his body until his skin is singing and his heart is pounding in his ears.
“you wouldn’t,” he returns breathlessly, errant wrapping paper crunching under his knees as he shuffles closer.
“no,” she agrees, left hand curving into his shirt collar and tugging it out of place until he can feel the cool press of the gold band against his skin. “but, still. don’t get too comfortable.”
“wouldn’t dream of it,” zig promises, although that’s exactly what he is, for what’s probably the first time in his life.
been sitting on this one since the summer and couldn’t find the right time to post it. well, tis the season! thank you so so so much for this gorgeous piece of my all time favorite li. it’s missing zig ortega hours always
Pairing: Zig Ortega x MC (Blaire)
Rating: E.
Word Count: ~2,645
Summary: Zig is awfully proud of his girl.
Notes: this is a kinktober request for @zigtheeortega! Zig was so so so fun to write because I hadn’t written him before! This fic includes, dirty talk, praise, denial, and hairpulling. I hope you like it! (yes it is October 31st BUT here we are. there is a dearth of Zig smut so I had to make it)
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Zig watched as Blaire came back to their table, her award cradled in her arms. The palms of his hands were still bright red from the force of his applause, though she’d told him that yelling would not be permitted.
He had definitely yelled and when she returned to the table she swatted him for it.
“Embarrassing!” she hissed, but her face was split by one the biggest grins he’d ever seen, and the guests around them were clamoring for her attention. Someone popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and started pouring glasses.
This was his girl’s party, and he fully intended on letting her enjoy it. Blaire had written work and submitted work and gone back and forth and been generally glued to her laptop in the few years since they graduated and it was paying off in a big way. But before someone could steal her away, he rested his hand on her thigh, just a little too high. He let his fingers linger in a way that had her head whipping toward him, even as someone shoved a champagne flute in her hand.
34. “i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
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it’s a rare luxury, being home alone.
most of the time it seems like there’s always someone in the house with them. they hardly ever get a moment of privacy with the amount of people coming and going through the house, banging on her door to ask for advice or help with their homework or to borrow an outfit or accessory.
even when she does manage to flip the lock and shut the lights off, it’s almost impossible to set a mood in her bedroom. the walls are so thin they pretty much always hear kaitlyn’s music or chris’ tv or zach talking on the phone.
and it isn’t like they can meet up at zig’s. his situation is more or less the same, worsened by the fact that the school-issued dorms are even more cramped and loud.
so -- a roommate-less house is certainly something to celebrate. and make good use of.
which they are, if the way zig’s been going down on her for the better part of the last thirty minutes is any indication. he’s been stopping each time her hips rock up too quickly to pull away and kiss her thighs, working intermittently on sucking the world’s largest hickey into the crease by her left hip while his fingers keep her on edge.
she has an arm thrown over her face while she arches up against him, her cheeks flushed beneath it while she squirms on the bed.
old habits die hard, so -- she’s not exactly making much noise, even though she knows they’re alone. even though she could.
and zig is zig, so -- he’s watching her with every last bit of his attention, his eyes fixated on the way she’s twitching under his touch, on how her body responds to the lightest kisses and scrapes of his teeth. he seems pretty pleased with himself, actually, for how easily he’s been able to wind her up.
though that’s not anything specific to tonight. her body is always quick to go into total meltdown mode for zig and his dirty mouth and self-assured smile and that thing he can do with his hands.
“ask me for it,” he implores against the inside of her thigh, when her kicking in the sheets has grown just a touch too restless, “go on.”
“zig.” her voice is a breathless moan, her free hand slipping through his hair in an attempt to get his head lined back up where she really wants it. “please, just -- don’t stop this time.”
he laughs a little, the sound quiet and intense, sending a shiver down her spine. “erica,” he says, an edge to his words this time, “ask me for it.”
“jesus christ.” her face scrunches up, flushing red with embarrassment. still, she can feel herself tighten around his fingers as she slowly sighs and mutters, “will you please make me come?”
this time, when he laughs, she feels the ghost of his breath over her center. he’s so close it takes everything she has not to cry out, her teeth digging into her bottom lip with restraint. “what was that?” he asks, like an asshole, “i didn’t get all of it.”
“zig,” she repeats, twitching desperately in the sheets, “come on --”
“you come on,” he corrects, and without even looking at him, she can picture his grin perfectly. “i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
true, her mouth has gotten them caught plenty of times. she’s pretty much the sole reason his roommates give her weird looks when she sleeps over and her roommates bang on the walls and call out to her to shut up or ask seriously, erica? when they’re trying to enjoy some time alone.
“now’s your chance to do it,” zig goads further, his face dipping in closer and closer towards the persistent and worsening wetness between her legs, “while there’s no consequences. there’s no one home. so -- let’s hear how loud you can get, yeah?”
without warning, he shifts his hand out of the way to replace it with his mouth, his tongue delving between her legs to lick a wet stripe through her where her arousal has her soaked. his tongue flattens against her and when he moves just a touch too roughly over her clit her hips jerk forward and she groans loudly, more loudly than even he was probably hoping for.
“zig,” she moans, her hand tightening his hair, her squirming in the sheets renewed, “oh, god. oh, fuck --”
he doesn’t let up. each brush of his mouth is relentless, and she can feel herself rapidly approaching that edge again, until it’s all too much and there’s no holding it back.
zig doesn’t stop this time -- thank god. he only gets sloppier with his movements, his strong hands holding her thighs open to give him room to work. each swipe of his tongue is more pointed than the last, as he uses everything he’s learned about her body in all the time they’ve been dating to drive her completely out of her mind with pleasure, until she’s shaking apart with a whine so loud her roommates probably can hear it, wherever they are tonight.
he kisses up her body quickly, pausing to nuzzle his face first between her breasts, and then into the side of her neck. “you’re so sexy when you say my name, babe.”
her vision’s slowly returning to her, along with the realization that she had screamed his name, somewhere in there, intermixed with all the swear words and demanding sighs and sharp groans. “ugh.”
zig’s laugh winds up swallowed by her as their mouths meet for a kiss, a shiver tripping down her spine as soon as she tastes herself on his tongue. his cock is still hard where it’s pressed against her, and she shifts against him encouragingly, letting her legs fall open again where they’d clamped shut tightly around his face mere moments ago.
they’re lucky no one’s home, because the way he starts fucking her feels too good to keep quiet, and she knows she’d be teased relentlessly for the way she’s gasping with every thrust, clinging to zig’s broad shoulders so tightly she’s probably hurting him.
but each movement is heightened by the way he doesn’t stop looking at her, not even for one second. their eyes stay locked as he grips her hips and pushes forward relentlessly, his perfect hair flopping into his equally as gorgeous eyes and framing out his handsome face when he mumbles, “fuck, erica. you feel so fucking good.”
“you, too,” she moans, flushing deeper under the weight of his gaze and the intensity in his touch. part of her feels so overwhelmed, but she couldn’t turn away even if she wanted to, she’s pinned so securely under his hands and the wild look in his eyes. “zig.”
“that’s it, baby, say my name,” he encourages, just as the headboard starts to bang into the wall behind her. each rhythmic slide against the hardwood floor is a reminder that they’re blessedly alone, for once, and that she doesn’t have to hide a thing; she wraps her legs around his waist just as his hands hold onto the bed behind her for purchase so he can move faster against her, until everything feels dizzyingly perfect and her vision starts to blur at the edges, her cunt pulsing around him.
“zig,” she gasps obligingly, “zig, zig, zig, please, i’m going to --”
“go ahead. let me see that pretty face --” his own voice breaks halfway through the word, a gratifying shudder wracking his frame. “-- fuck, erica. you’re so beautiful. you’re so -- you’re perfect, i swear to god.”
that’s all it takes. her eyes finally snap shut and squeeze tight when zig swings his hips forward forcefully, pushing her up the bed and slamming the frame into the wall; her vision whites out as everything around her fades away, all thoughts of the empty house and her roommates disappearing from her mind in favor of zig, zig, zig, the weight and shape of him above her the only anchor she has to keep her from falling apart completely.
she’s so lost in her own pleasure that she’s only distantly aware of him following her over the edge and subsequently gathering her into his arms, his hands shifting to smooth her hair off her face while his soft lips press gentle kisses to her pink cheeks and bare shoulders to help her calm down.
when she finally speaks, she realizes her voice is hoarse from screaming, and blinks in surprise -- she’d been so out of it she hadn’t even realized how loud she’d gotten. “that was amazing.” she licks her lips, then clarifies, “you’re amazing.”
“only because i’m always trying to impress you,” he answers, so that she can feel the shape of his grin against her collarbone. another flurry of sweet kisses rain down against her skin. “is it working?”
“i’ll let you know when i feel up to standing again,” she mutters, warmed by the answering sound of zig’s warm laughter.
his hands slide over her body soothingly, pulling her in as close as she can get. the sound of the both of them still working to catch their breath is loud in the stillness of her bedroom, but not loud enough to cover the commotion that comes when the front door jangles open abruptly downstairs, her roommates’ voices and laughter floating up and under her closed door.
“we brought pizza!” kaitlyn calls out, and though her stomach rumbles almost immediately, she can’t stop herself from turning her face into zig’s chest with a groan of discontent.
there’s no telling when they’ll get the chance to enjoy the quiet again.
they share the same sentiment with just a look, zig’s smile turning sympathetic as he presses one last kiss to her forehead.
then, his eyebrow quirks, and he drops his voice low. in a whisper, he suggests, “we could always pretend like we’re not here.”
his lips spread into a smirk. “if you think you can be quiet, that is.”
