miss independent - (z.k.)
Storyline: Story about the reader and Zion dealing with him leaving soon for tour. The reader is claiming to be fine with Zion gone but Zion shows her just how wrong she is.
Author’s Note: After much debate I finally decided to post my first imagine/smut EVER! Whew… this was heated to write though it’s crazy. So open to any feedback or request from you guys. Thanks to all the accounts who convinced me to post! Much love!! <3
*Apologies for any grammatical errors I didn’t catch haha*
Warning: SMUT WARNING
Word count: 2.6k
It had been one of the most exhausting days at work yet. You couldn’t seem to get anything right and you were downright a complete mess. Emotionally, you felt on edge all day constantly finding yourself aggravated by the smallest inconvenience. Physically, you couldn’t find an ounce of energy to make it through any task. No matter how many Starbucks coffee runs you had your assistant make or how many Instagram scrolling breaks you took to take your mind off of the day, you couldn’t seem to find a fix. It wasn’t until you hopped into your white exterior, leather black interior Range Rover and began driving to you and Zion’s shared penthouse apartment that it dawned on you.
Zion was leaving for tour in the morning and as much as you refused to admit to yourself all day, it was hitting you harder than you anticipated. You and Zion had been together almost two years now. And though this wasn’t your first tour experience with him, it didn’t make you feel any less gloomy about being apart from your best friend for so long.
See, last time he toured it didn’t go so well. Coming home was so lonely, FaceTime with him only made you miss him more. And whenever you did fly to see him preform for the night, it only ended with you in tears, embraced in his arms with a tight hug at the airport the next morning. He hated seeing you like this so much last time that when talk of a new tour began amongst the boys and management eight months ago, he almost backed out. But after much convincing to him that you would be fine and too overwhelmed and busy with work to even be sad by the whole tour, he agreed to go. “I can take care of myself Z I’ll be fine” had become a repetitive phrase for you these past few months. But it wasn’t until this night drive home and a quick glance down at your watch, realizing Zion’s flight left in eight brief hours made you come to the conclusion that you’d been lying all these months. To yourself and most importantly to Zion. You really weren’t doing well with the thought of him leaving. But you knew you had to keep the act up for just a little longer. Just long enough for him to continue believing you won’t be a complete train wreck so he could board the flight. Because you knew deep down inside he would postpone the first few shows if he knew your true feelings.
You pulled up into your reserved spot in the garage of the complex, and immediately pulled yourself together trying not to seem like a thousand thoughts had been running through your head in this short twenty-five minute car ride home. On the long elevator ride up, you prepped yourself with some encouraging, but clearly untrue words. “You’re gonna be fine… he won’t even be gone that long... six months of him living on the road is nothing… you don’t “need” him here to be okay…you can take care of yourself…” you said lastly with impeccable timing as the two elevators doors opened and you stepped into the living room. You threw your black vintage Channel bag down that Zion had bought you a few months prior and immediately began scanning the apartment for him.
You ended up finding him in your shared bedroom, emptying the drawers one at a time setting the clothing into either one of his many suitcases.
“Baby… I didn’t even hear you come in” he said walking over to you as he tossed the t-shirt in his hand back into the drawer so he could hug you. He wrapped his firm arounds around your waist as your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. He placed a couple light kisses on your cheek before looking back into your eyes.
“Yeah I was pretty silent coming in” you trailed on. You must have had a rather somber tone in your voice when you spoke since it caused Zion to turn his head a little sideways in confusion. You continued talking.
“Um i’m going to take a quick shower so we can head to bed. Gotta be up super early you know.” And before he even got the chance to respond to your rather short comments, you quickly ran into the bathroom, closing the door, and turning the water on high. You let out a huge sigh in relief of having escaped the many questions you were sure Zion had about the way you were acting. Since Zion knew you better than anyone else, you were sure he knew something was up. But again, you just needed him convinced that you were okay enough for him to leave.
You took the longest shower ever in hopes that Zion would be asleep when you got out. That way, you could just crawl into bed question free for the night. You threw on your go to black lace pajama set and opened the bathroom door. You walked into the bedroom to find him sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed, shirtless, scrolling on his phone. You quickly tried to crawl from the bottom of the bed to the top, in a hurry to get to sleep and avoid Zion. But he stopped you half way on your crawl up by his legs.
“Woah woah woah what’s the rush to get to bed tonight?” He said bringing your legs over so you were now sitting in-between his. “I’m just tired Z and we have to be up in a few hours that’s all” you said trying to sound as carefree as possible. “You’re sure that’s all?” he questioned. “Positive” you snapped trying to just end the conversation. “So this has nothing to do with me leaving for tour in the morning right?” he replied catching on quickly to the cause of your unfamiliar behavior. “Why would it? I told you for the millionth time I can take care of myself while you’re gone I’ll be fine” you said with a bunch of attitude, but still not feeling convinced in your own mind. You apparently didn’t sound to convincing to Zion either as he quickly raised a brow at you.
“Really? So what about when you’re bored at home alone?” he said. “Easy, I’ll just call the girls over for a movie night” you said confidently referring to the other girlfriends of Prettymuch.
“Oh yeah? And what about when you’ve had a stressful day at work?” he continued to list. “Simple, I’ll just take the next day off and book a spa appointment instead” you reassured him being proud of your two for two correct answers to Zion’s questions.
“I see… so what happens when you need to feel good?” he teased with a smirk on this face. “When what?” you said acting like you didn’t understand his question when in reality you knew all too well what he was referring to. “You heard me. When you need to feel good…” he continued as he brought your legs from in-between to around him so you were now straddling his lap. “…when it’s late at night and you’re squirming in our bed… and you’re turned on and needing me so bad you just can’t take it anymore” he said in a deeper and slower tone than he had before. “I-I’m going to take care of myself then too” you said slightly stuttering over your sentence. “Oh word? You sure about that baby?” Zion replied as he placed both hands on your ass and continued to rub lightly.
“Yes…why you don’t think I can?” you snapped while trying to avoid the feeling of his hands on your body. “I mean I’m not denying you can but I can promise you one thing…” Zion said. “And what’s that?” you replied rolling your eyes. “It won’t feel as good as having me deep inside you…” Zion whispered into your ear sending chills through your whole body.
Part of you wanted to give into him right then and there and tell him he was right. Nothing felt as good as having him inside of you. But you knew you had to keep him convinced that you’d keep it together without him around. “Oh yeah? Guess I’ll have to show you just how good I can make myself feel” you insisted as you got from on top of Zion’s lap and back in-between his legs. This time, you laid with your back against his now hard as your head rested on his toned stomach. You wiggled your way out of your shorts and began rubbing yourself from outside your laced panties. Zion watched with shocked eyes from above. He had never seen you so determined to prove him wrong. Especially with something like this. He didn’t know what to do or how to feel but what he did know is that you looked insanely sexy touching yourself in-between his legs. You continued going with light moans escaping your mouth.
You were so intent on him seeing you pleasure yourself without his need. “Take them off baby and let’s see what you really got” Zion said as he watched you slide the lace down. You went as slow as possible taking them off, turning Zion on even more than before. Once they were off, you let your fingers continue. You moved two of them in fast motions over your clit just the way Zion would normally start out on you. “Ughhh baby…” you moaned out in pleasure. “Slide your fingers in mamas just like I would do next” Zion snapped with so much lust in his voice it made you more wet with every word. You inserted both of your fingers going slowly as you adjusted around them. Your head flew back and you were immediately met with Zion’s eyes above you.
“I know your body all to well baby…” he said as he begin to whisper into your ear. “…and you’re going to have to go much faster than that if you want to make yourself cum” he continued causing you to pick up your speed. After a few minutes and more encouraging words from Zion, you were a mess laying against him. Moaning and screaming from pleasure. His eyes never left you as if he had never seen something so beautiful yet so sexy in his life. You could feel the effect you were having on him with how hard he was all pressed against your back. At this point you knew, if Zion was the one pleasuring you, he’d stop right here and begin fucking you senseless until you came for him. And that was all you could think about. Him sliding so easily inside of you, stretching you out to this unexplainable yet overly pleasurable feeling. And suddenly, before you knew it, your fingers were no longer filling you up the way you knew only he could. And as much as you didn’t want to and completely refused to do earlier you felt it was only right to finally admit.
“Z baby…” you moaned still fingering yourself getting little to no pleasure.
“Yes angel? What is it?” Zion said as he lowered his face to meet yours. “I-I fucking need you” you surrendered to him.
The smirk that came over Zion was one of complete satisfaction. Zion knew you were a very independent person. You had been long before you met him. It was one of the many things that he adored most about you. You didn’t need him for financial boost, social boost, or even confidence boost. And he knew this all too well. You had all three on your own. But something about you needing him sexually. You being so needy for his pleasure. And you being so willing to do whatever to receive it… drove him crazy.
“Tell me what you need from me (Y/N)” he replied. “I n-need you to f-fuck me please” you continued your stuttering with quick breathes. “Oh but I thought you could take care of yourself babygirl?” Zion teased. “I-I just can’t baby please I’m begging you I need you” you yelled. “Gosh just fuck me Zion” you continued still trying to find the slightest amount of pleasure in your own fingers. That was the last thing Zion needed to hear before he flipped you over, pulled your shirt from over your head, and placed you on all fours.
He got off the bed and quickly removed his pants and Calvin Klein boxers in one quick motion. He then dragged you by your weak legs over to the edge of the bed where he stood, slowing inserting his tip into you. He teased for a little before you lost it. “No teasing daddy ple-“ you tried to say before being interrupted by him slamming into you. He gave you no time to adjust to how big he was. You were a total screaming mess. Profanities flying across the room from both of you as your wetness trickled down your legs. The legs you were certain wouldn’t allow you to walk tomorrow. But you didn’t care. All you could think about was how good your boyfriend was making you feel right now. Going faster and faster as the minutes went on.
“Keep throwing it back for me mamas…” Zion said with breathy moans. You did as you were told and kept it going back for him. He slapped your ass every so often which only made you want to go faster for him. “Gosh you’re such a good girl for me baby you’re t-taking me so damn well… f-fuck” Zion said stuttering from the immense pleasure he was feeling of you being wrapped around him. You knew you’d get a few complaints in the morning from neighbors about how loud you two were being, but neither of you cared.
“Who makes you feel this good baby tell me” Zion demanded as he grabbed a hand full of your hair causing your back to arch. You couldn’t handle the sensations flowing through your body. You couldn’t even form words at this point. “Tell me baby or I’m going to stop and let you take care of yourself” Zion emphasized, mocking your earlier remarks of being able to make yourself feel this good. “Only you Z only y-you.. fuck I’m cumming..” you screamed. “Let it out for me angel... let me feel you cum for me” he ordered. Your climax hit you harder than ever before as Zion followed quickly after feeling you clench around him.
You fell onto the bed, weak legs and all, still gasping for air. Zion giggled as he went over to his suitcase grabbing a t-shirt and shorts, then placing the large graphic tee over your head and the shorts on himself. He crawled into bed with you swiftly facing you towards him and placing a kiss on your head. “How am I suppose to leave you in a few hours after that? You need me baby” he said with a little sadness in his voice. For the first time all night, you were finally honest with Zion when you said “I need you more than ever…” with so much love in your eyes. “…so looks like I’ll be joining you more on tour than we had originally planned” you continued with a smile. Zion followed you with a smile appearing across his face also. “Sounds perfect to me” he said pulling you into him.
“I love you so much Z” you said. “You’re everything to me baby I love you” was the last thing you remember him saying before your eyelids became heavy and you fell into a deep sleep, feeling at ease with the upcoming tour for the first time tonight.
