a/n: I’m bringing these two back for Valentines Day for no reason other than I finished this two weeks before it, enjoy!
Summed up: Zion picks Meliae up and helps take the stress of the week away and get her out of her head for a little bit.
Warnings: the birds & the bees minus a condom wrap it before you tap it ladies & gents, it’s a lot
Word count: 5.5k shesh
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After a day of radio silence from Meliae, Zion received an emoji that to anyone else seemed silly but to the two of them meant everything. When his phone screen lit up with her contact name, he paused his game with hopes of seeing her. However, when he saw what she’d sent, he was halfway out the house before he could even reply.
This idea of a secret code had been born during an unexpected visit from the Kuwonu tribe. Meeting parents was already a daunting event, but when it’s sprung on you out of nowhere, it’s a guessing game at best on how your anxiety would react.
With hopes of easing the stress and anxiety Meliae was visibly experiencing, Zion promised her that he’d get her out of anything if it became too much. They’d agreed on the word lightbulb or the emoji if it was too hard to speak. It was a quick and easy way to communicate and became the go-to when either of them needed the other.
Zion was hit with a way he knew would help Meliae right as he got into his car and flicked her a text, instructing her to be ready to go out when he arrived. He thought it over again as he waited for a reply and assured himself that he knew her. No matter what her problem was, he was sure it would help, even if it was only enough to distract her for now.
Sitting on the couch waiting for the boys to finish up another late night in the studio. They finally all come in one by one, rubbing their eyes and dragging their feet on the way to their rooms. “Nice work tonight boys” Brandon yawns and starts heading down the hall to his room “Ed that verse is gonna be killer, we should run it again tomorrow after you rest your voice.” Edwin nods and tries unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. “Mhm yeah sounds good bro.” You quietly clear your throat, a subtle request for his attention. He looks over to you, his tired eyes lighting up as they meet yours. “Hey there sleepy.” “Hey mami, you’re still up?” He responds softly. You nod and pat the pillow in your lap, he smiles sleepily and walks toward you. Once he reaches you he settles into your lap, lying on his stomach, cradling the pillow in his arms. You slip the beanie off his head and begin to gently run your nails across his scalp. He hums appreciatively, his eyes closed in contentment. “So how’d it go bub?” “Really good, the beat Brandon made is crazy. Can’t wait for you to hear it.” “I’m more excited to hear your verse, it’s a good one right?” He doesn’t answer immediately so you stop scratching his head. “Eddy?” He groans “Mmm why’d you stop? Keep doing that baby.” You resume your actions and laugh softly. “Sorry baby, how’s your verse though?” “Really good...” he mumbles “Yeah? Like how good? Scale of 1-10?” Silence follows your question and based on the rhythmic movement of his chest against your thigh, you know he’s fallen asleep. You smile and lean down, pressing your lips to the moth wings inked on the back of his neck. “Night sleepyhead.”
author’s note: hello i haven’t written this year at all so here’s something for @justsimplypretty it’s very short please don’t yell at me. basically a blurb? idk! this was written to the tune of khalid’s eleven
warning: alludes to mature content
ending up in the last row in the movie theater with her cardigan unbuttoned and zion’s hand up her skirt is exactly where eulalia wanted to end up when she asked him to see It Happened One Night with her. the cute theater just a couple of blocks from her was having their oldies night that people rarely went to, and she knew it’d be the perfect place to live out her salacious fantasy of getting handsy at the cinema. zion was far more disciplined than her when it came to the when and where of their sexual escapades, but he couldn’t resist drowning out the black and white rom-com with the smack of his lips on hers. she was just too irresistible with the way she purposely hiked up her powder pink skirt and reapplied the sticky cherry cola lip gloss that always made his lips tingle after they kissed. and the way the supple pads of her fingers drew circular motions on his knee in faux innocence, her mascara framed doe eyes locked on the big screen. he kind of loved the way she pretended to be annoyed when he turned to her mid-film, lips glazed from being licked at for the past few minutes, a lopsided smirk on his face as he asked, “wanna makeout?” with her the roll of her eyes she shrugged, trying her best not to trip over herself as she climbed onto his lap with no qualms about what security guard could walk in and see. “wait, baby, i—“ zion all choked up was a rare sight but eulalia relished in the moments he appeared. she bit softly on his lower lip to shut him up before kissing him, his tongue racing for a taste of her mixed with lip smackers. even though it was exactly what she wanted, she couldn’t help being a bit surprised with how quickly his hands were kneading her ass and pulling her panties to the side. “you gotta stay quiet or else imma have to stop, okay?” all the while the frank capra film is long forgotten.
inspired by that one video that had me fucked up for a week.
Summed up: a recount of how two friends added benefits to their relationship
Warning: light smut, depending on what you classify as light
Word count: as always, long as fuck, 3.6k. i need a bird on my shoulder when i’m writing to tell me to shut the fuck up
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It all started at a party, like most good things. You’d always enjoyed the prettymuch house parties and that week was no different. You indulged in alcoholic beverages and danced around with friends. You and Edwin had had way more to drink than usual and were practically falling over one another when you decided to retire for the night.
It wasn’t so unusual for you and Edwin to share a bed. Over the years of your friendship, it was kind of just the norm for you both. However, Edwin didn’t usually look so good. There was something so effortlessly sexy about him that night. You’d watched him dance, the way his body moved had you feeling some type of way.
Maybe that’s why you were brave enough to kiss him when you stepped into his room. At first, he was slow to react but when you pulled away, he pulled you right back and kissed you. It didn’t take long for both of you to be naked. Giggles and sloppy kisses kept your heart happy, you both felt safe with one another, at least that was what you could remember.
Summary: Isabel’s never been one to let loose so she enlists the help of her neighbor, Zion, to help her with that. | Ft. Friends-to-lovers, smoking weed, a vague reference to kinks but not really. Also: the prompts, “Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” + “How stoned are you right now?” + “Do you mind chilling out with the weed? It’s coming through the vents and my parents are coming into town tomorrow and already have a lot to say about my life choices without thinking I’m smoking.” all requested by anons and “If you could stop laughing while I’m trying to go down on you, that’d be great,” requested by @babygirlmil
Word Count: 6.8k (…yeah, sorry)
To Isabel, cleaning her apartment had, more often than not, always been a chore that she didn’t mind. On a good day, one where she didn’t get distracted by clothing she thought was lost, stuffed into the bottom of her closet, or a dance party to her cleaning playlist, it only took about an hour or so. Even on days like those, ones where she ended up trying on half of her wardrobe before remembering what she’d initially started, she barely lost three hours. The time was well spent as doing nothing in a clean apartment always made her feel infinitely better than binging Netflix surrounded by signs of her day-to-day life. However, cleaning her apartment in preparation for a visit from her parents was a daylong commitment and always stressed her out.
Isabel’s mother expected nothing less than perfection. She’d always been the golden child, the soft daughter that made perfect grades and spent her Saturday nights with her nose buried in a book rather than going to a party. Those were things that her parents expected from her, even as a college junior, and those expectations extended to her living environment, too.
Her mother had always imparted upon her the importance of a pristine living space. Isabel remembered their home looking like a showroom, something out of a movie, and she knew that her mother expected the same of her apartment. And when her parents informed her that they’d be stopping by her apartment on their way home from a trip to visit her older brother, she started cleaning the moment she woke up and didn’t stop until nearly eight that night. She felt certain that her apartment was cleaner than it had been when it was built and, with the scent of a coconut milk and patchouli wax warmer floating around the cozy space, she declared her work finished.
you find it quite hard to get along with your new housemates, and all of their friends. it only takes one night though, and a bit of weed, to sort out your problems.
a/n: this is my entry for @solitaslut‘s 500 challenge, i’m so insanely proud of you Jay, and you mean the absolute world to me🖤hope you enjoy baby
my prompt: prblms by 6lack
warnings: oral (male), spanking, smut, recreational drug use (stay safe kiddos)
this here is for my girl @cncopmhoe and her 500 follower challenge. congrats babygirl! love you. also this is my first time writing a pm fic so pls don’t attack me
Oooo love this question because I’ve been reading so much on here lately (trying to act like I don’t have seven finals lol) Crazy talented people listed below so enjoy ✨:
@solitaslut - “no idea” - I’ve somehow already read this story twice since last night so I would definitely say it’s my new fav I just love the storyline! But my girl always kills it so no surprise there!
@reveriekuwonu “bossy” - I always love when the girl character is like super put together and a boss so worse thing Liv ever did was get me hooked on these two characters! When I tell you I stopped everything to read this… trust me you won’t regret it!
@sunshinekuwonu “mine for the weekend” - So obsessed with this story and how she made their relationship progress throughout it! Makes me wish I had a man for the holidays everytime I read it lol!
@afterglowcnco “slow burn i & ii” - I love when stories make me feel cute and flustered all at the same time so I was HOOKED reading this! Also the ending in part two??? Brb while I cry again thinking about it
@temperaryheart “muse” - Chan hinted that this storyline was coming and yet I STILL didn’t know how to act when it actually dropped! I love a good roommate story so if you’re into that like I am definitely check it out! So freaking good!
@baddiemuch “overachiever” - Okay this one tied both my love for super put together girl characters and college/roommate life so I was a MESS when I read this to say the least! She really killed it!
There’s like a ton of stories I’m obsessed with at the moment but this list is already so long and took forever to make so i’ll hopefully make a part two another day! 💕
about: exes stella and zion can’t resist the temptation of rekindling their romance after a night on the town
author’s note: this is for brenda’s ( @cncopmhoe ) 500 challenge!! using the “exes who rekindle their romance” trope with zion and a song that wasn’t on the list, i figured this song was especially fitting since zion loves don toliver
warning: a very cocky zion, drinking, fluff (?), mature content [a pinch of voyeurism, oral, unprotected sex (wear condoms, folks), dirty talk]
word count: 4.3k
stella had been uneasy the whole night. when her friends invited her over for dinner, saying that it was going to be the gang reconnecting after college had pulled them apart, she wasn’t expecting the present company. most of her best friends were there, along with people she hadn’t seen that often over the last few months, but more importantly, zion was there.
her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest at the sight of him, just as beautiful as ever after their five months of space. his skin was glowing under the dining room lights, hair noticeably longer and eyebrows seemingly thicker. his lips were just as plush and pink, the highlight of his face as he spoke to their mutual friends over the piping hot food. he was trying his hardest not to look at her without seeming like he was ignoring her, sending a toothless grin in her direction whenever he deemed it appropriate.
she just wanted to leave. she couldn’t take seeing him in such an intimate setting, all surrounding the table in celeste’s dining room exchanging stories and offering up nostalgia; most of which were from times she and zion were still together. all she wanted to do was leave, go back to her apartment and cry into a bowl of popcorn while watching one of her feel good movies.
summary: in which straight A student riley takes a break from her procrastinating to help pretty boy zion with more than just his homework
author’s note: @softhottie‘s submission for @temperaryheart‘s 700 follower challenge! literally posting on the last day but better late than never, right? (haven’t written for leisure in a while so fair warning)
prompt: prettymuch lyric (bolded)
warnings: mention of drugs, smut (oral, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging)
word count: 3.5k
No on-campus college experience is complete without the following things: sleepless coffee-driven nights, at least one blackout drunk party experience, and a casual hookup or two. Third year Sociology major Zion could definitely say he’s checked off all of the above (several times, he might add). He was especially well-versed in the collegiate sport of hooking up. In fact, he would probably be considered something of an MVP. He’s had his fair share of players in his game. But like with any sport, it takes strategy. There was a secret artform to finding the most opportune times for intimacy when in college. Shared rooms and thin walls don’t exactly allow for privacy, especially when the room in question is shared with a nosy Italian business major named Nick.
This is why Zion decided to make every second count when he discovered his best friend and roommate Nick would be out of their dorm room for a few hours. According to Nick, his abnormal psychology midterm was “going to be the death of him.” It was his last exam before finals week, and he knew he couldn’t afford to fail so he announced that he would be spending that entire Thursday evening in the library studying for it. Zion tried to hide his excitement at his friend’s departure.
“Damn bro, that sucks. Happy studying though,” he managed to utter on Nick’s way out, feigning concern.
When the door finally shut, it took him all of 30 seconds to dial up his favorite girl as of late: Riley Williams, this fiery Women’s and Gender Studies major who resided in his building on the floor above his. They had met in his 10AM sociology class about two and a half months ago. She was hard not to notice when her hand shot up for almost every question, portraying herself as someone who obviously reads over the required text after class. But unlike others, Zion actually paid more attention to her cute tendency to absentmindedly let her pen linger between her glossy lips when she found herself concentrating deeply and her seemingly never-ending collection of flattering outfits. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way her curves looked in one of her cropped cardigan and plaid mini skirt ensembles or the hypnotizing glint of her signature “B-A-B-Y” silver link necklace that adorned her collarbones so well. Despite her engagement in class and endearing mannerisms, she still came off as standoffish, working alone during paired in-class assignments and rolling her eyes at less than intelligent answers from other students in response to the professor’s questions. But, after the fourth lecture of her sitting in her unassigned assigned seat next to his, he decided to take a chance and strike up a conversation, relieved to be met with her dimpled, wide tooth smile; the rest was history.
He doesn’t really know how their current arrangement really came to be. It started off as occasional study sessions in Zion’s room since she obviously knew her material. Then, it had quickly become invitations to binge-watch Bojack Horseman, a show Riley prided herself on introducing to him, or to share a blunt with him and Nick at the end of a particularly stressful school week. But eventually, a few lines had blurred when an innocent smoke sesh (sans Nick) had a salacious end involving her on all fours and her clothes long discarded on his bedroom floor. With this new dynamic between them, he’s made a habit of calling or texting her when late night thoughts of her became too enticing to resist. He hadn’t been hitting her line lately though, the stress of studying for exams and completing assignments keeping them apart. But with midterm season coming to a close and Nick finally being out of his hair, the eager boy was aching to finally invite his favorite girl over once again.
“Hey Z. What’s up?” Riley answered on the second ring, the mellifluous sound of her voice already getting him worked up.
“Hey beautiful. So, Nick is out of the room for tonight,” Zion boasted, the smirk on his face apparent even through the phone.
She waited for him to continue, thinking there was more, but he never did.
“…Okay, and? What’s that gotta do with me? Why should I drop everything to help you get a nut? I’m in the middle of writing a paper, you know,” she replied as she flicked through Netflix titles. He didn’t need to know that her “paper writing” actually equated to television streaming. Her point still stands.
“Babyyy come on, stop playin’,” he whined, “You know, I’m never selfish. Besides, the post-nut clarity of an orgasm or two will help you focus on your paper. Just gimme an hour, please?”
“Ugh I don’t know.” Although the specificities of their current relationship (or situationship, rather) had never been fully discussed, Riley must admit his sweet delivery of “baby” really made her insides scramble. At this point, she was ready to be laid up in Zion’s bed (preferably under him), especially since she wasn’t actually doing anything productive anyway, but she was also ready to hear him beg for it.
“Please baby, it’s been weeks since I’ve had you to myself. I’ll make it worth your while. Nick’s probably gonna be gone most of the night too so when you show up, m’gonna put this time to use,” the insatiable boy persuaded, the seductive rasp of his voice prominent in his last few words.
“Welllll, when you put it like that,” she began, smiling to herself as she was almost able to hear Zion’s excitement through the phone, “I’ll be there in 20.”
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Riley stepped off the elevator and trodded down the RA-decorated hallway in her pink fuzzy slides to Zion’s dorm room door where she placed a soft knock. She barely had time to collect herself before the door swung open revealing a shirtless Zion leaning against the doorframe, his platinum-dyed dreads braided back into two cornrows and his dark gray cotton sweatpants hanging low enough to reveal almost the entirety of his happy trail. He wasted no time pulling her into the room. She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face at her observation of the atmosphere Zion had created for her. His Himalayan salt lamp lit the room up in a sensuous coral hue while Next Town Down’s Lovers Theme (Interlude) played in the background.
“Next Town Down, huh?” she teased with a quirk of her lips, knowing she put him on to the musical group.
Zion smiled down at her with a set of dimples to match her own. “Yeah I know you like them. Thought it might help put you in the mood,” he shrugged smugly with his devilish smile still present on his face.
“Oh please! I know you bump them when I’m not around,” she giggled, poking him in his chest as she made her point.
“Yeah whatever,” he chuckled, his hands falling to her hips. He slowly backed them up towards his plush loveseat in the corner of the room. Once the back of his calves touched the suede material of the couch, he plopped onto the cushion. Riley followed suit, climbing onto his lap with her knees digging into the cushion on either side of him and her freshly manicured hands finding their way wrapped behind his head.
Zion made sure the dainty girl was comfortable in his lap before his large hands snaked up her luscious thighs, rubbing her up and down before finding their place on her derrière with a squeeze.
“Mmm I missed you baby.”
“Oh really? How much?” she whispered in his ear, sending chills up his spine.
“Don’t worry, imma show you.” And with that, he started his determined campaign on her neck, kissing up the area of exposed flesh even going as far as to flick his tongue out as he reached her jawline. She pulled away for a moment to slip her cropped sweatshirt over her head, fluffing out the resultant curls of her day old twist out once it passed over her head. She was left with nothing covering her upper half as she had made the deliberate decision not to wear bra to come over.
She couldn’t contain the soft moans and content sighs that escaped her lips. As he sponged wet kisses to the sensitive spot under her earlobe and his nimble fingers worked her hardening nipples, she instinctively ground her hips into his for some added friction between them.
“Need these off you too ma,” Zion whispered, snapping the waistband of her sweat shorts. And with no hesitation she complied, getting up briefly to slide them down her supple legs. She silently thanked herself for her lingerie selection; the pink and navy blue lace of her panties graciously highlighted the warm bronze undertones of her golden brown skin as well as the generous curve of her ass.
She sunk back down onto his lap, hands carefully placed on his shoulders as she returned to grinding against Zion’s ever hardening member with a little more fervor. Before the boy could utter another word, Riley pressed her lips against his in a feverish kiss.
Zion reciprocated with the same amount of enthusiasm, accepting every sloppy collision of their tongues and sensuous bite of his bottom lip with a gratified squeeze of her thigh with one hand and a rub of her lower back with the other. She quickly began her descent down his neck. Nipping, licking, sucking from his jawline to his collarbone.
A lazy smile crept upon Zion’s face as a chuckle passed his lips. “For someone who ain’t even wanna come over here, you sure are eager, huh?”
“Shut up,” she smiled against his skin, “Listen, you promised me ‘an orgasm or two’ and I intend on getting it.”
“And I’m a man of my word baby girl.” And with that challenge, Zion hooked his strong hands under Riley’s thick thighs and hoisted her from the couch, allowing her to lock her legs around his torso. Without pulling their lips away from each other, Zion walked them to his extra large twin sized bed.
He lowered her onto the bed so that her legs dangled off the end. He slinked between her legs before dropping to his knees in front of her. Riley rose off the bed slightly to lean back on her elbows; she watched as he ran his soft hands up her awaiting thighs, never losing eye contact as he did so. His nimble fingers stopped at the elastic waistband of her panties. He smirked as he mentally took note of the ever-growing wet spot in its crotch area before deftly slipping the cloth barrier down her legs and onto the carpeted floor.
“Mmm so wet for me baby,” he wasted no time hooking her legs onto his shoulders.
“Just for you,” she breathed out as a shuddered moan while Zion left lingering kisses up her inner thigh until he reached her throbbing center. He hovered there for a bit, blowing lightly against her folds. She hissed at the sudden cold air hitting her soaking cunt.
“God Zion, do something,” she whined, absentmindedly pushing his head further toward the area she needed him most.
Her wish was his command as he kissed and sucked on her folds before dipping his tongue in between them to lick a stripe at her opening. He took this time to admire her and take note of how cute she looked laying there with her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. That’s when his eager tongue found her sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking figure eights into it before sucking.
“Ahh feels so good,” Riley moaned in a whisper, grabbing at his blond locs as he lapped at her bud. Her hips began instinctively lifting slightly off the mattress as she was nearing her peak. Zion’s large hands took hold of them to anchor her and continue his gluttonous feast.
It wasn’t long before she was met with the all too familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach as she gushed into Zion’s awaiting mouth. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth fell open allowing a loud stream of obscenities to flow from it.
Once her thighs stopped trembling, Zion released their hold from around his neck and rose from his place on his knees. Riley backed up toward the headboard so her entire body could spread across the bed and she could watch Zion’s every move. In two swift motions, Zion’s sweats were removed from his body to reveal that he was wearing nothing else underneath. He crawled on top of her and placed a wet, needy kiss to her lips. He licked into her mouth sloppily, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.
“What next baby?” he uttered breathily between messy kisses. She placed her hand on his chest to signal for him to pull away for a moment. He complied looking down at her flushed face and swollen lips.
“Can I sit on it?” she said softly in the most innocent tone possible. The sight of her plump lips pulled into a pout and her doe eyes peering up at him through her cascading lashes were enough to make his dick twitch.
“Course baby,” he punctuated his confirmation with a kiss to her lips before climbing off of her and landing on his back. He laid comfortably against his pillow, waiting for her to make her next move.
Riley sat up and swung her leg over his body. She hovered over his length before Zion helped her sink down onto it. She winced at the initial stretch but released a satisfied sigh once she finally bottomed out.
After taking a moment to adjust to his size, she began to rock her hips back and forth. Once she found her rhythm, Zion got comfortable, hands clasped behind his head watching her titties bounce as she moved above him. She placed her palms on his chest to steady herself and give herself more leverage to bounce on him more quickly.
“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good,” she drawled out with each swivel of her hips. She praised herself internally at the coy slip of the pet name, knowing how much it riled him up during their last rendezvous. As she expected, the sweet phrase flicked a switch for the boy whose large hands found themselves grabbing at her sides hungrily. It was always a surprise to him when she was vulgar during sex as she was usually prim and proper in any other scenario, but his surprise was most certainly not a complaint.
“Say that shit again,” he growled, beginning to thrust up into her.
“You f-feel so good insi-ide me, Daddy,” she moaned, falling forward in response to a particularly forceful slap to her ass. Zion took this opportunity to capture one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around her erect little bud.
Riley began to fall apart above him, the sinful sound of their skin slapping against each other and the full feeling of him thrusting into her so deeply were taking their toll on her. She could barely form a coherent sentence through her incessant whimpers.
“So cl- close,” she stuttered, digging her nails into his shoulders as she prepared herself for a second orgasm, the buildup much more intense than the last. She loudly cried out a chant of “Yes daddy”s, uncontrollably clenching around him while he continued to rail into her from below. She rode out her high, the longest she’d had in a while. Before long, she fell forward onto her lover’s chest in exhaustion with a drawn-out exaggerated sigh.
Just as she was ready to roll off of him and call it a night, Zion reached up and grabbed her by the throat, whispering in her ear, “You ready for number 3 baby?”
Her eyes widened as she weakly replied, catching her breath, “You said one or two. I already came twice.”
With a mischievous smirk, Zion eyed her naked body with the same hunger he had when she first walked through the door. “Yeah well I also said I’d make it worth your while. What can I say? I’m an overachiever,” he chuckled darkly, easing her off of his length. She winced at the newfound emptiness.
“All fours for me baby,” he rasped, sitting up and allowing her to spread out on her hands and knees in front of him.
“Yes daddy,” she did as she was told. Her glistening core and the remarkable roundedness of her rump on full display. He palmed a large handful of her ass, earning a sharp inhale from her.
“So good for me baby,” Zion whispered, palming more of her flesh into his hand before winding it back for another good slap across her right buttcheek. She moaned loudly in response, falling forward on her elbows from the impact.
He lined himself up, teasing her entrance. The tickle of his squishy head rubbing against her opening was becoming unbearable as she was aching to be filled up for a second time. At the sound of Riley whimpering with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, Zion pushed into her slowly, egged on by her surprised gasp. Just as he was about to fill her to her hilt, he took a moment to admire how he seemed to fit inside her so perfectly, almost as if he was the sword to her sheath.
He started off slow to allow Riley to adjust and to ensure that he didn’t bust immediately. He’d been holding off from his release to make sure his girl had gotten multiple. So, needless to say, he was at risk of busting very soon.
His slow thrusts eventually stilled to a complete halt. Before she could open her mouth to complain, his hand came down to spank her bottom once again. He kneaded the area he just slapped as he grumbled to her, “Throw that shit back for me, mama.” And without skipping a beat, Riley began to rock herself back and forth, allowing her ass to crash against him continuously. The sound of her cheeks clapping against his front and her strangled moans at the feeling of getting herself off on him was like music to his ears.
“Who’s making you feel this good baby?” Zion questioned with yet another smack to her rear.
“You daddy, only you,” she drawled on, speeding up slightly out of an eagerness to please him.
He was so blown away by her ability to take him so well. But he was not surprised when her movements eventually lost their rhythm, knowing she was probably close to her peak. So in an attempt to regain control, he roughly locked his hands at her hips before ramming into her at a relentless pace.
“Oh my god Zion!” she shouted, leaving her mouth hanging wide open. Her strained cries became louder with every snap of his hips.
If this assault on her insides wasn’t enough, not only did Zion dig his knees further into the sheets, allowing himself to lean back and pound into her at a deliciously pleasurable new angle, but he also skimmed his fingers down her front to ferociously rub circles into her pearl. The sensation was almost too much to bear, especially considering the two orgasms she already had under her belt. Her eyes flew shut as she hit her forearm against the bed repeatedly in a motion that most wrestlers would recognize as a “tap out.”
“Ah fuck, m’not gonna last daddy!” she screamed, legs beginning to quiver.
“Me either baby,” he grunted shortly before she pulsed around him so deliciously, milking him for every hot spurt he had in him.
They languidly rode out their climaxes together until Zion gently pulled out of Riley allowing them both to lay back against his satin pillowcases. She clung to his side nuzzling her face into his chest, appreciative of the post-orgasm high he provided her.
“Okay, ‘Mr. Overachiever’,” Riley sighed, still a bit out of breath as she looked up at him with her bright eyes and lazy smile.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he hummed, smacking an obnoxious smooch to her cheek, “Where’s your phone? I’m changing my name in your contacts to that right now.”
He eyed her brightly colored, flower pressed phone case from across the room and attempted to climb off the bed to retrieve the girl’s smartphone from the couch where, until that moment, it had been forgotten.
“No, stoppp,” she giggled, slinging her leg across his torso and pushing his shoulders into the mattress before he could even make a move. He playfully grabbed at her waist, tickling her sides to try to overpower her. She squirmed under his grasp.
“Nah, I’m changing that shit. Maybe people will see it and think I’m tutoring you for once. Whatchu think?” he joked, his hearty laugh combining with her pleading giggles.
Their tickle fight continued until it devolved into a soft, comfortably silent cuddle between them, thoughts of paper deadlines or interfering roommates being long forgotten, and Zion wouldn’t have it any other way.
First off, I wanted to say thank you to all 700+ of you that support this blog. I opened this account with a one-shot I had wrote on a whim, having not written anything non-academic in years. I have received so much love since then it’s kinda overwhelming. So as a gift to the PRETTYMUCH fandom, I want to propose a challenge for all my fellow writers.
Rules:
You do not have to follow me to participate.
You do not have to run a writing blog to participate. If you want to try putting content out for the first time, or if you’ve never posted an imagine before you are welcome!
You must send an ask message, with the PM boy(s) + your prompt number of choice.
Only one dialogue prompt can be claimed per blog. Once a prompt has been claimed, I will place a strikethrough over it. Refer back to this post before requesting.
Any one blog can submit as many challenges as they like by the deadline.
You have to upload the piece on your own account, and tag me, @temperaryheart w/ #chan’s 700 challenge on the post.
Any genre (fluff, smut, angst) of writing is accepted.
The use of an original character in place of Y/N is also accepted.
The deadline is November 31st, 2019 You have until this date (in your respective time zones) to request and post your writings.
Prompts:
Dialogue:
“Just admit it. You can’t get enough of me.”
“I hate you!”
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Right there.”
“Tell the whole world why don’t you!”
“Who’s your daddy?”
“Baby, I think I want a baby.”
“You drive me crazy, do you know that?”
*Insert PrettyMuch song lyric here*
“Come here.”
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“So tell me, what do you really look for in a guy?”
“Would you mind unzipping me?”
“I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry.”
“Where’s that pretty smile?”
“It’s 3 a.m. What the hell are you doing at my house?!”
“That’s the spirit!”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Everyone swears we’re together, I mean, look at the comments.”
Setting:
House Party
Restaurant
Department Store
Family Home
____’s Bedroom
Vacation Home
Carnival/Fair
Concert
Hotel
Rehearsal
Tropes:
Domestic - i.e. PM as fathers and/or husbands
University - includes but is not limited to fratboy!much
Friends to Lovers
Roommates
OC/Reader Works for Him
I look forward to your entries! Message me any questions you may have. Good luck <3
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