Jello | Z.K
Request: I love your writing you’re bomb af, could you do a Zion imagine where you’re real good friends and you both flirt all the time and try to make the other real jello ;) all the time and he sees you grinding on some guy and gets real mad and it ends with some smutty shit? ;*
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Slight smut I guess but it’s not well written LOL I didn’t go all out because it was already long but if you want a part 2 that’s just smutty I can MAYBE try writing it
A/n: I know I usually write these as blurbs but I wanted this one to be a little longer so I’m posting it as a “full” imagine! I like this one a lot but I’m not very good at writing full on smut so it’s more just suggestive than anything but I hope you still like it!! :)
Your friendship with Zion was probably one of the most complicated ones you’ve ever had in your life. Since you guys met each other, there was an instant connection, and the constant flirting convinced the other boys that you were going to end up together.
They would always tease Zion, saying how he’s whipped for you or how he needs to grow a pair and ask you out. On your side, you were always flirting back, with subtle teasing and smiles that drove him crazy.
The weird part was, neither of you ever said anything. Even though you knew you had feelings for Zion, you often tried to deny the fact that they were even there at all. It was a constant game of trying to talk yourself out of it. You didn’t know if it was out of fear, but it was.
With this strange friendship came along a lot of jealousy, and it was almost like an unspoken game that both of you were always making the other jealous, knowing they couldn’t really be angry. Although neither of you ever got into serious relationships, you still both felt a hint of jealousy when the other would flirt or have a fling with someone else.
Tonight there was a party at the house for Edwin’s birthday, and you were in your room getting ready before everyone started showing up.
You had finished your hair and makeup and stood by your closet, flipping through everything trying to look for something to wear. Your eyes landed on the red dress you remembered wearing a little while ago, specifically one Zion said he loved on you.
You smirked to yourself as you pulled it off the hanger, sliding it onto you and adjusting it in the mirror, feeling satisfied with how you looked.
You made your way to the boys’ house early since they wanted your help setting up and just wanted to see you early, so you happily agreed.
You turned the door handle, knowing it was unlocked and let yourself in, calling for the boys just to let them know it was you that had walked in.
“In the kitchen!” Edwin called, and you kicked off your shoes and held them in your hand as you scurried over to the kitchen, finding all of the boys surrounding the table with snacks sprawled out everywhere.
Zion looked up at you quickly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you, but he averted his gaze when he realized that you noticed.
“We’re eating good tonight I see,” you commented, walking over to them and examining the contents on the table.
“We wanna feed them the good shit,” Brandon nodded.
“I brought you a present, Ed,” you smiled, handing over the gift bag you had brought with you, “but I don’t want you to open it yet.”
“You didn’t have to get me a present,” he grinned as he walked over to you and enveloped you in a huge hug.
“I wanted to,” you smiled, ruffling his hair slightly.
You walked out to the living room, trying to move the furniture around so that it would be spacious enough for people to stand, dance and sit wherever they pleased.
“Edwin did you get decorations I wanna go all out,” you laughed, calling back to him.
As Edwin was shouting his reply, Zion walked in holding a bunch of balloons, and they surrounded him as he passed you some, asking you where you should put them.
You spread them out in the room, feeling Zion’s eyes follow you every time you moved.
“Who you trying to impress tonight?” he asked suddenly, making you turn back from where you were standing to face him, noticing a playful sparkle in his eye that he often had when he spoke to you.
“No one in particular,” you shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing as if you had forgotten.
“Oh yeah?” he teased, taking a step closer to you. You were able to smell his cologne and feel his warm breath on you because of his proximity, and your breath caught for a moment before composing yourself.
“Yeah,” you confirmed, “what? Think you’re special?”
“Not at all,” he smirked.
“Good,” you smiled, walking out of the room, smiling to yourself as you felt his eyes on you again.
The party was in full swing, almost everyone who was coming had already shown up except for a select few that decided to come super late.
Everyone had been drinking, and the music blared throughout the house, everyone laughing, dancing and having a good time together.
You usually weren’t one for house parties, but thankfully because Edwin was hosting, you knew most of the people who were there, which made you slightly more comfortable. You were feeling tipsy, but had not yet crossed that line, you weren’t planning on getting plastered, you knew you would have to be the mom for the night to the boys anyway.
You stood with Brandon and Nick, dancing stupidly to the loud music that was playing, both of them much more drunk than you were, but you found it amusing. As you danced with them, you looked over to Zion, who was standing with a beautiful girl. Your heart sped up at the sight but you quickly looked back at the boys in front of you, knowing you had no reason or right to be jealous.
“I’m gonna go grab another drink,” you said loudly to the boys so they could hear you over the music, and you earned a thumbs up from Brandon before you started making your way back to the kitchen.
“Why is Edwin so popular,” you whispered to yourself as you slithered your way through the piles of people, passing Zion on your way there, trying not to let your eyes linger on him for too long.
You sat at the island for a moment, sighing slightly due to the relief you felt from being off your feet. The heels you had put on were starting to take a toll on you.
Your eyes scanned the room, noting everyone around you, listening in on some conversations. You mingled there for a while and once you were finished your drink, you decided to head back to where everyone was dancing.
As you were walking to Brandon and Nick someone stopped you. You took in his tan skin and full lips as you looked up at him, his smile charming. You knew you had seen him before, but you couldn’t remember a name for the life of you.
“Wanna dance?” he offered.
You were going to turn him down, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw Zion’s hands on another girls waist, you turned back with a grin, nodding your head enthusiastically.
The boy smiled sweetly at you, taking your hand and guiding you through the pile of writhing bodies, all pushing and bumping against each other as they danced and sang along to a song you didn’t recognize, but liked anyway.
You began trying to move your body to the rhythm of the music, the boy in front of you doing the same. You felt slightly self conscious, but not uncomfortable. You loved dancing, and he didn’t seem super creepy, so you were fine.
When he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer, you didn’t decline, taking a step closer and putting a hand on his shoulder as you continued swaying your hips back and forth, just enjoying the casual moment.
He took your hand and twirled you around, making you laugh as he ended up behind you, his hands still firmly grasping your hips as you danced, words not being spoken between the two of you since the music was too loud.
You were able to see Zion now, who had his gaze fixed on you until your eyes met him, making him turn away quickly like he did earlier that day. He didn’t want to show that he cared. He didn’t want you to know he felt something burning up inside him when he saw you with another guy, his hands roaming your body.
You started grinding against him, moving your body against his as he did the same back to you, and you laughed at the moment, knowing it was nothing serious.
You still weren’t super drunk, but the room was spinning slightly, making everything more amusing than it should have been.
You made a point to grind against the guy more, occasionally glancing over at Zion to see if he was looking, which he was. For a fleeting second you felt bad for using this boy to make Zion jealous, but he was still having fun without knowing that.
The song ended and you laughed, turning back to face the boy and thanking him for the dance.
“That was fun,” you smiled to him.
“It was, maybe save me another before the end of the night?” he asked, his eyes quickly sweeping over your figure before coming back to meet your eyes.
“Maybe,” you smiled before walking away from him, approaching Zion but passing him as if you didn’t even notice he was there. You knew that always got to him.
You felt a hand grab your arm lightly, and when you turned around you saw it was Zion, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you, not saying a word for a few moments.
“What?” you asked, waiting for him to say something instead of just stare at you.
“What the hell was that?” he asked loudly, referring to what he just witnessed on the “dance floor”.
“What the hell was what?” you questioned, acting oblivious even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Grinding with some dude you don’t even know!” he exclaimed, “Y/n he could have been a creep or like try to follow you home or something.”
“I’m staying here tonight anyway,” you shrugged, ignoring the rest of his comment.
“That’s not the point!” he said, throwing his hands up, “I don’t want grimy dudes touching you like that it’s gross.”
“Why do you care, Zion?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him, a playful smirk starting to form on your face.
“Fuck outta here,” he said, throwing his head back as he let out a laugh, not wanting to admit that he was jealous. He tried to play it off as looking out for you, but you knew the real reason he brought it up to you.
One of your favorite songs came on and you jumped excitedly, dancing subtly in front of him.
“Are you....jealous?” you said quietly.
“Not even a little,” he lied, watching you dance, admiring the way your body moved in the dress you were wearing.
“So you mean, you weren’t mad when I was doing this?” you teased, turning around and pushing your butt up to Zion, moving it around to the beat of the song that was playing.
“Not at all,” he replied, trying to be stubborn. He tried not to touch you, but eventually couldn’t help himself, his hands grazing up your body and landing on your hips, bringing them closer to him.
You smiled to yourself, knowing you had won as you continued dancing with him, eventually turning around to face him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.
“You sure you weren’t jealous?” you teased.
“Y/n you can do what you want I’m not jealous,” he persisted, his voice totally unconvincing.
You moved your hand from his shoulder down his torso, landing on his crotch as you started palming him through the jeans he was wearing, making his let out a loud gasp since he wasn’t expecting it.
“Would you be mad if I did that to someone else?” you whispered into his ear, making his hair on his neck stand up.
“No,” he lied, and at this point he knew that you knew he was lying, he was just keeping it up for show. He tried not to show that he liked what you were doing, but when he let out a slight moan, he knew you wouldn’t let that down.
“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, moving your hand away, taking his large hand in yours.
“Yeah let’s do that,” he nodded, “to talk?”
“To talk,” you winked, walking to the staircase that led to his bedroom. You heard Brandon hollering behind you, making you roll your eyes as you continued.
You shut the door behind you, pushing Zion towards his bed where he sat down, looking up at you as you stood in front of him. His eyes scanned your face and body again, admiring how good you looked.
You hands found his shoulders again as you straddled him, your hands going down his torso as you grinded against him slightly, making his breathing heavier.
“You look so good in that dress,” he said, his hands going up and down your body, eventually resting on your thighs that he gripped tightly. “But I think you would look better with it off.”
“Oh yeah?” you teased, your lips making their way to his neck, lingering there before moving up to his jaw, making his head fall back.
His hand reached behind you, fiddling with the zipper of your dress before pulling it down, making you smile at him.
You played with the bottom of his shirt, putting your hands under it momentarily before pulling it off him, your eyes lingering on his body.
“Like what you see?” he asked, kissing your collarbones as he gently moved the dress of your shoulder, starting to pull it down.
“Maybe,” you teased, moving down to his pants.
You both stood up, him removing his jeans as you kicked off the dress that was still resting on your bottom half.
Zion laid you on the bed, hovering over you as he kissed down your body, making you shiver slightly. You couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I really want to kiss you,” he muttered as he looked at your lips.
“So do it,” you urged, pulling him down closer as you attached your lips to his, his mouth immediately opening, your mouths and tongues moving together as you felt the heat of his body against yours.
He pulled away from you, grinning at you as he continued kissing down your body, nipping slightly at your boobs and then your inner thighs, making you gasp unexpectedly.
As his lips moved down your hips, his finger lightly touched you over your panties, and you looked down at him as he smiled suggestively.
He moved his finger in circles on your clit, making you moan slightly at the feeling of friction. Your hips bucked up, wanting more as he chuckled at how you finally melted into his fingertips, something he never thought would happen.
He finally pulled down your underwear, and you felt his warm breath as he didn’t touch you, making you want him even more.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he said to you, his hands running down your bare legs.
“Give me all you got, Kuwonu,” you smirked, “but I don’t know how much longer I can wait so hurry.”
He laughed at you before finally giving you what you were ready to beg for.