wrote this for @cinnamoncunt, its kind of sort but its fluffy !! hope you enjoy
You drifted in and out of your sleepy consensus, you blinked the crust out of your eyes and streached. The lazy sunlight of the morning drifted into the bedroom and you took in your surroundings. You looked over to the bed, seeing your girlfriend cuddled up to your chest.
You turned so you were fully facing her, she looked so calm and peaceful. Her breathing was slow and steady, her lashes dusted over her cheeks, her curly hair laid spewed all her face and the pillow.
As if she could tell you were staring, Zendaya started to stir and shift.
“mhmm, baby?” Zendaya mumbled, she rubbled at her eyes, groaning as she cuddled closer to you.
“what’re doing, z?” you moved the hair out of her face so you could see it.
“tryna get close to you mama” she mumbled as she tucked her head in your neck.
you bit her lip at the sound of her voice, it was raspy and deep from sleep. you scratched her scalp, “but you’re already close to me”
Zendaya shook her head, “yeah but I wanna be closer to you, wanna be in your skin” she rasped.
She snuggled into the dip of your neck and slowly drifted back off into sleep.
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Zendaya/Reader
Summary: Sometimes it pays off to be able to understand people so well, especially when they don't know themselves yet. Zendaya meets reader through her best friend and instantly knows there is something more under the surface to that perfect life she lives. She's the only who can crack reader right open. WC: 6.3K WORDS.
Content: 3rd POV. Strangers to lovers (kinda), a lot of questioning of sexuality, infidelity, mutual pining, teasing, kissing, oral sex (reader receiving), finger (reader receiving).
A/N: A story from patreon. Happy New Year :)
Zendaya prided herself on being able to read people, even going as far as to brag about it to friends who playfully rolled her eyes. She said it was a serious and important skill to have. It came off as cocky at times, especially since her accuracy wasn't the best, but she was right about one thing; one particular woman.
She's met her fair share of people due to her social butterfly of a best friend. Whether they were people she knew from college, bartenders, club goers, people in the park, or even some random people from a vacation, the contacts in her list got longer simply from being friends with the woman who is friends with everyone. She can't say she hated it too much because she has met some truly interesting people along the way. Y/n was one of them.
Y/n was actually a co-worker of Zendaya's best friend, and she's surprised she hadn't met her sooner. They met two years ago at her best friend's birthday party. To the average passerby, there was nothing too remarkable about Y/n. You could pass her up by on the street everyday and not remember a single thing about her. It wasn't that unfitting seeing as they lived in this huge city with millions of people frequenting the streets everyday. She was just another office worker in New York City, but something about her kept setting off the alarm bells in Zendaya's head. Something so compelling that Zendaya always found herself gravitating towards her. Even her best friend was surprised when Zendaya agreed to go out to dinner as a trio. She had never done that before, being adverse to trying to make friends through her existing friends, feeling like that was a recipe for disaster, but it was different when it came to Y/n.
They didn't become best friends or anything, but they became something a little more than acquaintances. If they saw each other outside of their mutual friend's presence, they were more than comfortable to make small talk with each other and wish each other a good day. Zendaya and Y/n even exchanged numbers. But they never texted each other because there was no need to. Zendaya's finger often hovered over Y/n's name in her contact list. She thought about starting a conversation many times where she could figure Y/n out a little bit. It took her a while to read her, but when she finally did Zendaya felt like she cracked the code why Y/n came off as meek and demure with all these loud personalities around her. It was because she was hiding something about herself. Zendaya's friend would chastise her for her assumption, but in her heart she knew that girl was gay. She says it in the way Y/n would relax a little when their friend went to the bathroom and it was just her and Zendaya alone. It could've been the fact that they were co-workers hanging outside while Zendaya was someone unaffiliated with her professional life.
As months went by, the full picture began to reveal herself. It was the night that Zendaya met Mark. Y/n had been with Mark for years, but their relationship was at the one year mark when Zendaya met him. Despite her not really being invested in Y/n's personal life like that, her best friend would not stop fawning over Mark whenever Y/n and his relationship became a topic. He was amazing on paper; attractive, tall, great job, an apartment with a gorgeous view of the city, and looking to settle down. To everyone around them who were stuck in the cycle of first dates and texts saying 'hey, this isn't going to work out', Y/n was the lucky one. She smiled with him, posed for photos, and let him show affection in front of others. But Zendaya noticed the way Y/n tensed up when his hand came to rest on her lower back and dangerously close to her ass. This wasn't just some guy she had been seeing for a few weeks being too touchy, it was her boyfriend of a year and yet Y/n looked like she wasn't fully comfortable. That wasn't a dead giveaway, but it was a sign.
It was the spa day that let Zendaya know her intuition was on the right path. She was somehow roped into going with her best friend and Y/n. They spent the day getting massages, pampered, and treated like royalty all because her friend dropped a huge amount of money on a spa package. A sauna session was included too. Zendaya and her best friend relaxed against the wooden bench, letting the steam hit their skin and the sweat to seep out. What should've been a serene experience was like a nightmare for Y/n. Zendaya couldn't help but notice that Y/n kept her eyes down the entire time, like she was scared or something. In her head Zendaya assumed that there were two options for Y/n's body language; either she was more conservative than she thought, or she was feeling like a horny teenager surrounded by half-naked and fully naked women. The somewhat delusional thoughts in Zendaya's head made her believe the latter was true. This was the second instance she had a feeling about Y/n not being 'honest' about herself, but of course she didn't say anything.
The night a group of her best friend's co-workers, including Y/n, got a little too drunk and Zendaya had to babysit all of them was both revealing and a little exfiltrating. Y/n, who often asked the very basic questions about Zendaya's life, began to pry. The alcohol opened her right up and she was just dying to no more.
"What's it like being single in this unforgiving city? How often do you hook-up with people? Who's the hottest guy you've ever fucked?"
Zendaya would've found it annoying if it was anyone else, but it was Y/n, the often tight-lipped woman who barely even cussed, who was asking her about her sex life.
"Oh, Y/n, honey. I don't fuck men, I'm a lesbian. Sy didn't tell you?"
Y/n's face fell. A mix of emotions danced on her face, making her completely unreadable to Zendaya for the first time since meeting her. She looked as if she saw a ghost of someone she knew. Zendaya felt a little bad for making the situation awkward. Everyone around them was in high spirits, gregarious and bashfully drunk, while this moment was beginning to sober Y/n right up.
She had just assumed Zendaya dressed a little more plain instead of highly feminine like she was taught to do growing up. She was also taught to never stereotype people, which is why she didn't assume she was a lesbian because of how she dressed. Of course her co-worker didn't tell her about her best friend's sexuality. Most people don't say, "hey this is my best friend, who is gay by the way!" They couldn't even get Y/n to gossip about the most annoying co-worker, she was never going to gossip about someone who is a mere acquaintance.
"Oh," is all she said. She contemplated just walking up and into the bathroom to throw up from embarrassment, but if Zendaya was straight and gave her a full rundown of her sex life, would it be awkward too? Probably not, so she didn't run away.
Her eyes went every which way but Zendaya's face. That's when Zendaya found herself having fun, leaning in with a teasing smile on her face.
"Do you still wanna know the answers to your questions? I'll be more than happy to answer them."
Goosebumps formed on Y/n's skin when she felt the warmth of Zendaya's breath on her cheek. She told herself it was just the alcohol, but in truth it was the closeness between them in such a public space. They, or anyone really, could just start making out with each other and no one would notice or bat an eye. Y/n hated that her mind went to something as lewd as that. She reminded herself that she has a loving boyfriend at home and she shook her head.
"I'm sorry I asked. I-If that was too much."
"Trust me, Y/n. You're not the first person to ask me any of those questions and you won't be the last," Zendaya paused to take a sip of her drink. "Well accept when they ask they don't ask about men, they ask about other women."
Y/n had the burning curiosity to have her questions answered that she had to swallow with strong alcohol. Getting even more drunk could make her say something she regretted, but she honestly didn't want to remember this embarrassing moment in the morning. Her cheeks felt so hot like she was going to catch on fire. She didn't know that this interaction confirmed was Zendaya thought about her.
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Another year older, another backyard garden party for Zendaya's best friend. It was her birthday and damn near everyone she knew would be there. That means Zendaya would see some people she missed, some she couldn't stand, and Y/n. Their interactions over the last year have become less frequent, opting to stay in whenever Zendaya was roped into an outing. If they saw each other on the street then she would just wave and smile. Of course most of the time she would have Mark walking by her side and she was clutching onto him as if she was going to be snatched away from him. Zendaya found the whole thing to be funny.
While Zendaya had her own thoughts and opinion about Y/n and what she was hiding about herself for the purpose of her perfect life, she never said a word to anyone. She wasn't an idiot and knew that not a single person she knew would agree with her. She never even hinted to Y/n herself what she truly thought, yet Y/n would act like she was made of glass around Zendaya.
It would be impossible to avoid Zendaya forever so she decided to just be normal and less on edge about it. Sy's birthday party would be filled with so many people that Y/n would probably only have the chance to just say hi to Zendaya and that would be it. With Mark by her side, she's sure she will be occupied in a conversation with some other couple about real estate and finances that she pretended to care about.
The backyard was decked out with yellowish Christmas lights wrapped around tree branches and balloons of the same color. This was still a New York backyard, so it wasn't huge, but somehow all the guests managed to fit inside without being on top of each other. People talked over finger foods and already opened the bottles of expensive wines given to Sy as a birthday gift. Zendaya was right there in the middle of all of it, this was her best friend's birthday party after all. Many people treated it like it was her party too seeing that she and Sy have been attached to the hip since they were elementary school kids. She was having so much fun being surrounded by friends, acquaintances, and strangers all to celebrate her best friend's special day. She hadn't thought about Y/n until her eyes scanned the backyard and Y/n's eyes just so happened to be looking in her direction at the same time. Zendaya couldn't help but smile at her, only for Y/n to just act like she was looking past her.
As the party went deeper into the night, Zendaya felt herself getting a little overwhelmed by the amount of people here. Her best friend was the social butterfly, not her.
"Hey, I'm gonna go inside for a little."
"Sure, sure, but make sure you're back in time for the cake cutting!" Zendaya nodded and promised she would be back in time before disappearing into the house.
She hadn't known that Y/n was watching her go inside. She quickly told Mark she had to use the bathroom and that she knew her way around Sy's place. He didn't give it a second thought, too engrossed in a conversation with her co-worker's husband about the instability of the stock market due to the current administration.
Y/n doesn't know what compelled her to follow Zendaya inside the house, but she did. It was completely empty to her surprise. She expected a few stragglers to come inside and sit around for some more quiet. Instead it was just her and Zendaya, somewhere, alone in their mutual friend's place. She eventually found her in the kitchen, with her back to Y/n. She was raiding the frig like some intrusive party-goer, but Y/n is sure that she was more than allowed to do what she was doing.
"Hey."
Zendaya whipped around, a Chinese take-out box in one hand a fork in the other.
"Holy shit! You scared the shit out of me."
Y/n was the last person she expected to catch her raiding her best friend's refrigerator looking for anything more than the small bites being devoured outside.
Zendaya just kind of looked at her, like she didn't know exactly what to say to her which confused Zendaya.
"Whatever you think about me, it's not true."
Her words only led to more confusion for Zendaya. They hadn't really interacted in a year, and this is what Y/n has to say.
"Well, a nice 'how are you' would've been enough," Zendaya jokes, trying to lighten up the mood. For Y/n to follow her inside just to say that means that she's had that on her mind for some time. Has the night at the bar really been playing on her mind for that long?
There was a moment of silence that seemed to just torture Y/n. Her lowkey looked like a wreck and Zendaya began to feel guilty. Even if she's never said anything to her, she hoped she didn't say or do anything that made Y/n uncomfortable.
"Y/n, what's this about? Is it about the last time we talked?"
"The bar...that night...I..."
"That night you were drunk. I've had plenty of nights where I got drunk and put my foot in my mouth. It happens to the best of us," Zendaya moves closer to where she is standing by the kitchen island so she can put the food down. It's a move that causes Y/n to tense up since she closed the gap of distance between them. "If you're embarrassed about it, it's okay. You should know I've never told anyone about it. Not even Sy. Maybe you're not used to getting like that, but it's not out of the norm to get drunk and say something a little raunchy. It's no big deal and there's no reason to accuse me of stuff."
"I wasn't accusing you of anything! I just don't think-"
"You certainly were accusing me," Zendaya cuts her off with a laugh. She wasn't upset, but it would be dishonest for Y/n to say she wasn't coming in hot when she followed Zendaya in here and found her in the kitchen. "I don't know why either."
"I just don't think you know everyone like you always claim," she continued what she had to say. She wasn't sure what she was trying to say, but what she said kind of struck Y/n. "You don't know me, Zendaya."
"I never claimed to."
"I've seen you do it to others when we would go to dinners. You would laser focus on one of Sy's other friends and act like you know everything about them. You can't do that to me. You don't know me."
"As if you're so hard to figure out." What was once a sort of comical conversation was turning tense. Zendaya did nothing to warrant Y/n coming at her like this and yet here she is, kind of being cornered by her. "You're not that hard to figure out," Zendaya steps around the island and comes face-to-face with Y/n. She looks her up and down just to add in even more tension. "Perfect girl with the perfect life and perfect man, but you're not satisfying. You know that's what it is because it wasn't, you wouldn't have stormed in here trying to be all big and bad. You're not fooling me."
Zendaya's voice was low and steady, so much so that the sound of outside's celebration was able to cut through and remind Y/n that there is a whole different life outside. Everyone, including a man who has a ring hidden for her in his personal drawer at home, is out there living in the moment, soaking up the shared spirit of happiness, while she's inside standing in front of Zendaya. She wasn't confronting Zendaya, she was confronting herself. Zendaya was just a chance to be a mirror of what life could've looked like if she had done things differently, done them a little more truthfully. Every night she lays next to Mark her entire life flashes before her eyes, but every time the ending is a little different. Her confusion caused her this anger to simmer inside of her and she was projecting it onto Zendaya.
Y/n felt like she lost control of all her senses. The party outside began to bleed out and she could only hear a loud buzzing in her ears. It's like she lost all control of herself and something else came over her. That something found its way closer to Zendaya's body and eventually to her lips. Softness with a hint of lemon lingered on her lips. It just felt right, like their lips were created to fit together. Never has she felt this way kissing Mark or any miscellaneous boyfriend she's had before. Zendaya was something closer to a stranger than a friend at this point, but this feels right.
Zendaya found herself confused again instead of angered, but the one thing she isn't is surprised. Yes, she wasn't expecting this, but just like she always proclaimed, she can read people like a book. She knew Y/n had something bubbling deep inside her that was bound to come out at some point. She just thought it would come in a decade or two, not tonight during their friend's birthday party. The thought of her boyfriend being outside made Zendaya tense up, but she didn't stop Y/n from kissing her. This was wrong, so wrong, but Zendaya couldn't help herself. She was the first one to move their lips, her hand coming to the back of Y/n's head to hold her against her lips. A part of her expected for Y/n to realize what was going on and pull away, but that part never came. Instead she kissed Zendaya back with just as much ferocity. Out came years of pent-up desire in one searing kiss. Y/n could've hooked up anonymously with another woman, but she herself (nor does Zendaya) doesn't quite understand the depth of which she trusts Zendaya.
"Y/n, wait," Zendaya is breathless when she pulls away. She can't help but stare at the line of spit that connects their lips. It's not that she wanted to stop, but she needed to be certain that Y/n was sure about this. Y/n was about to commit the ultimate betrayal, and Zendaya was going to be aiding her in that, but Y/n didn't care.
"Please," Y/n pleads desperately. She flickers to the door and then back to Zendaya. "Please just kiss me again."
Who was Zendaya to deny her? She pressed her lips against her again and this time both of them moved their mouths in a greedy dance. Zendaya was a little taken back by how needy Y/n was. Her hands were groping her wildly, showing that she wasn't used to being this aggressive or hands on in the bedroom. Something about her inexperience playing this role was so hot to Zendaya. At first everything was all fun and a little teasing, but right now she found herself and her whole body wanting Y/n, every single inch. Her floral perfume was overwhelming and more intoxicating than the liquor flowing outside.
This was Y/n. Not someone pretending and putting on a show for others around her. This is her. This is honesty.
"C'mon," Zendaya nods her head towards the stairs, "we're going to get caught if we stay here."
Zendaya knew exactly where to go and Y/n felt excited. She felt like a young woman in college about to go hook-up with someone. She let Zendaya hold her hand, their fingers threaded together, and guide her to Sy's guest room. The bed was perfectly made, but the two of them were going to change that.
Zendaya pushes Y/n onto the bed. She falls back with a grunt before propping herself up on her elbows, a glint of lust in her eyes.
"God you look so fucking sexy."
Y/n's heart began to race. She was always cute, pretty, and beautiful, but never sexy. Not even Mark called her sexy, and while she enjoyed the soft pet names, she longed to be sexy. In just a few words Zendaya managed to make her feel wanted. That turned her on beyond belief. She bit into her bottom lip and inched up higher on the bed to the point where her skirt bunched up and Zendaya could see a flash of her panties. Perfect white, lacy panties. She wore lace panties as if she knew she was going to get laid; Zendaya knew she had that girl in her.
Zendaya admires how Y/n looks clothed before telling her to take off that slip dress. It was easy to take off, and much to Zendaya's enjoyment, Y/n wore no bra underneath. In just a few seconds she was in just her underwear for someone who wasn't her boyfriend. The way Zendaya looked at her almost made her forget his name. The funny part is that she has no regrets for what's happening and doesn't want the moment to ever end. Her cheeks heat up seeing that animalistic look in Zendaya's eyes. She looked at her like she was ready to pounce and ravish her.
"I want to taste you," Zendaya admits, "I want you to give yourself to me completely.
Y/n wants the same thing, but she doesn't say anything. Instead she parts her legs wider, inviting Zendaya inside. Zendaya quickly crawls onto the bed and finds herself between Y/n's legs. Her fingers run along the sides of her smooth thighs and she watches her flutter from the simple touch. If that's how she reacts from being touched on the thigh, Zendaya can only imagine what she's going to be like when she eats her pussy.
"Do you want me to taste you?" Y/n nods at her, but it's not enough for a greedy Zendaya who wants to hear the words come from her mouth, "tell me what you want."
"I-I want you to eat my pussy," Y/n's voice shakes as she admits her truth. It makes Zendaya smirk at her and she feels so dirty. She never talks like that, but that only adds to the lust.
Zendaya hooks her fingers into the band of her panties and begins to pull them off. Y/n shimmies them off and she's fully exposed while Zendaya remains dressed. Her glistening pussy is on full display, dripping with a desire that has only so far existed for Zendaya. It made her a little cocky seeing how quickly Y/n folded without her having to do much, but Zendaya was also weak just from the sight of her pussy. She stared at her for entirely too long, trying to memorize the beauty of her pretty pussy. However, Y/n was growing impatient and Zendaya would never deny her.
She lays on her belly and lowers herself between Y/n's legs. She looks up at her and sees her face full of excitement.
"Does he do this often?" Maybe Zendaya shouldn't have brought up Mark while she was between his girlfriend's legs, but she was genuinely curious like Y/n had been that night at the bar. Her answer would determine how the rest of the night went. And when Y/n told her no, Zendaya couldn't help but smile like the Cheshire cat. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
Y/n’s breath caught, and she looked away, her cheeks flushing deeper. Zendaya didn’t give her time to think. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/n’s ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
Zendaya has gone down on many women before, but there was nothing quite special like this. She took her time getting to Y/n's warm sex, opting to kiss everywhere but directly on her waiting cunt. Kisses were left on her inner thighs, the edge of her pussy, and her mound. Soft curls hit her nose in the process and Zendaya could feel the heat of Y/n's pussy so dangerously close to her. It was torture for both of them but especially herself to deprive herself of such a sweet treat.
Y/n doesn't realize that she's holding her breath until she lets out a deep sigh of relief when she feels Zendaya press the entire expanse of her tongue against her pussy. It's like no other feeling in the world, someone giving your cunt all the attention it so desperately needs. She finds herself whining already without a care in the world. The party still went on as if the two of them weren't missing together. Zendaya's tongue traced a slow, teasing path along her folds. Her arousal filled Zendaya's mouth and melted her brain and all she could find herself thinking about is Y/n's pussy. She couldn't process a single thing as she began to fall in love with the taste and feeling of her folds on her tongue. The hands of a woman who already can't handle the overwhelming amount of pleasure she's experienced thread through her hair and tug every time Zendaya's tongue traced along a sensitive part of her pussy. What Y/n desperately wanted was Zendaya's tongue against her clit, but she enjoyed this nonetheless. Her body trembled and little gasps came out of her mouth.
"Holy shit Zendaya! Oh fuck!" Every swear word she could think of was ready to come out of that pristine mouth of hers. Y/n barely cussed, so dirty talk in the bedroom was not a thing from her, but what Zendaya was doing to her made her want to scream it to the world. She didn't know exactly how she felt, but she let the words come out anyway. "Please keep eating my pussy! J-Just like that Zendaya! It feels so good."
She had said more words to Zendaya just now than she has for the entire year. Her silence and avoidance was worth even just hearing her moaning her name. The way the tone of her voice deliciously wrapped around the syllables of Zendaya's name left her delirious. She couldn't hold out anymore, no more teasing, she needed to eat her out until she came.
Y/n's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head when she felt Zendaya finally press her warm, wet tongue against her sensitive clit. She found herself letting out high pitched whimpers, a sound she's never heard from herself before. Zendaya was now licking and sucking on her clit like it was her last meal on Earth. It was at that moment Y/n realized Zendaya wasn't eating her pussy just to make her feel good, but for herself too. She would envision what it would be like to eat someone's pussy when she was knee deep in a late night scroll online of women talking about their sexual experience with other women. She would look over her shoulder to make sure Mark was still asleep and not looking at her screen. She longed to experience what they experienced which was a satisfying sexual experience, something she would not only not receive from Mark, but any man.
There was no comparing this to anything she had experienced before. Zendaya clearly knew what she was doing, but it was like she had already known Y/n's body, even before she knew her own. She hit spots that Y/n didn't know existed and she felt a pleasure that almost seemed fictional. Her legs tensed up and her toes curled from sex for the first time ever. With every lick she felt like she was about cum, but somehow it only got better, more intense.
Zendaya kept moaning into her pussy as if she was also being pleasured. It was the feeling of Y/n's pulsing clit that drove her crazy. Her fingers dug into the plush thighs of tonight's lover while her face was buried completely in a pussy she never wanted to pull out of. Y/n had always been compelling to her, but never did Zendaya think she would fold so easily for someone like this.
"Yes please just like that...I'm gonna cum Zendaya!"
She was so closely, sitting dangerously on that edge. Zendaya could tell she was too from the way Y/n was almost grinding her cunt against her mouth. If she could have her face buried in this perfect pussy forever Zendaya would absolutely choose that. The sweet moans of pleasure and the way she sighs her name is overwhelming. But as much as she's drunk off of Y/n's cunt, she didn't forget that little stunt earlier tonight and Zendaya still has some bite in her.
Reluctantly, she pulls her face away from Y/n's cunt and she's met with a look of death followed by whining. She knows she's torturing the sweet girl, but she just can't help herself, that's who she is.
"I need to know something, Y/n, before I make you cum," her declaration earned a groan, but Zendaya wasn't that unkind. Two fingers slid into Y/n's sopping cunt and slowly pumped inside of her to tide her over. "I want you to tell me how much you love this before you cum. How much you love another woman eating your pussy."
Y/n cried out and threw her arm over her face as if to hide herself. Just seconds ago she was experiencing the most pleasure in the world and now she was being forced to admit something she's never said out loud. She felt conflicted, but how conflicted can one be about enjoying this when a woman has her pussy juices dripping glistening on her face.
The silence made Zendaya pump her fingers harder until the sound of Y/n's soaking cunt squelching and sucking her fingers in deeper was the only sound in the room.
"C'mon baby. I know you don't want to cum like this. You want to cum on my tongue so I can drink your juices. Just tell me. Tell me the truth, Y/n."
Her orgasm was dangerously close, her entire body shaking. The last thing she wanted to do was betray the person who has her pleasure in her hands. Even if that meant ignoring the voice in her head that told her not to blow up her perfect life.
"I love it, Zendaya," her voice is weak and whimpers chase after her words. She wanted to be honest with herself as much as she wanted to cum. "I love having another woman eating my pussy. I don't want anyone else to eat me out! Just make me cum, Zendaya!"
It wasn't that she just attracted to woman, she was attracted to Zendaya, and there was no one else she would've wanted this experience with. It took her a long time to get to this point, but saying that out loud, no matter how lewd it is, was just as relieving as her imminent orgasm.
Zendaya was satisfied with the words that fell on her ears. She buried her face in Y/n's cunt again while her fingers were still inside of her. If Y/n thought she was overwhelmed before then this is something completely new. She had no control over the way her body bucked and spasm as she came. Never has she experienced an orgasm so intense that she found herself crying. Somewhere in the midst of the haze, a smile lingered on her lips as she was wholly satisfied as Zendaya happily licked and sucked away at her. Her pussy clenched hard around the digits inside of her that Zendaya could barely pump into her. Her walls squeezed them tightly until they were pushed out, but that didn't stop Zendaya from giving her the pleasure. She focused on her clit again, licking her hard and continuously to prolong her high. She counted the seconds of how long Y/n was able to withstand the overstimulation. 23 seconds. She lasted 23 seconds after her orgasm before she was pushing Zendaya's head away and crying that it was too much.
The room fell to a near hush, the moans stopping, and the only sound being Y/n's failing attempts to steady her breathing. She was in a state of awe that she actually experienced that. She could still somehow feel Zendaya's mouth on her and hear the filthy sounds of her mouth devouring her pussy.
"Fuck, Y/n," Zendaya lets out with a giggle. She was a little tired too, but it didn't compare to Y/n who looked completely fucked out.
Zendaya is sure they both look a hot mess and that their make-up is ruined. It didn't matter though because the taste of Zendaya lingered on her tongue and she was more than satisfied about it.
The sounds of the party and outside world began to fill their ears again. It brought Zendaya back to reality a little bit. She walked over to the window that overlooked the backyard and peaked outside. The cake was still intact, thank God, or else Sy would've killed her if she missed it.
"We need to go back," Zendaya says bluntly.
There wasn't much discussion about what happened, which left Y/n confused about where to go from here. Zendaya would leave this room and go back to the life she always lived, but what about Y/n? She can't just go downstairs and back into Mark's arms as if she loves him.
"Okay," Y/n sounds defeated as she speaks. She dresses herself and tries to make herself look presentable again. She's not going to look the same because she's not the same. If Mark asks her what's wrong she'll just tell him she was feeling a little sick and overwhelmed in the bathroom. She has never lied to him before, but a little white lie compared to the lie of her life is nothing.
If she were to just let Zendaya walk out of the door and let them both act like nothing happened, she would be devastated.
"Zendaya, wait!"
She stops dead in her tracks, an unreadable look in eyes as she looks back at Y/n. At this moment Y/n wishes she was as good at reading people as Zendaya is.
"You can't tell anyone about this. Ever."
Zendaya offers her a soft small. 'As if I haven't heard that before', she thinks to herself, but the words she says to Y/n are different.
"Of course. This is between us. Everything we do is between us."
There was no further conversation. She left the room and went back to join the party outside. Y/n held her head in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn't confused about what would happen to her and Mark, nor was she torn up about cheating on him. Instead she was caught up about the last thing Zendaya said to her.
'Everything we do is between us.'
Y/n joined the party just five minutes after Zendaya and went on like nothing had happened, just like she always does. Mark didn't even question her absence, which was such a blow. It wasn't like she loved him in the way true lovers do, but she was just a piece of a perfect life, not the half of a whole.
They said their goodbyes, left together, and were on their way home. Mark talked about some of the conversations he had throughout the night while Y/n undressed and prepared herself for a shower. The pleasure still stirred deep in her hips and she still felt sensitive. She had to act as if nothing was wrong, but Mark wasn't paying attention anyway. They carried on about their night routine as usual with it ending with Y/n and Mark laying side by side in bed.
"Goodnight, love," he kissed her forehead and that was it.
He was out in seconds as Y/n was left there to lay and contemplate her entire life by herself. She had no one to talk to this about and that's what was killing her. None of her friends would understand, possibly not even Sy who always sang Mark's praises. The one person who could help her figure out whatever the fuck this is had disappeared after giving her the best experience of her life.
Request - Zendaya x male reader who is her boyfriend and is kidnapped and she gets a message from the kidnappers saying that she has 24 hours to give them 1 million or they will kill the reader and for every hour that goes by they send Zendaya videos of him being tortured ends with reader being saved and him and zendaya reuniting
Zendaya is in the kitchen making her smoothie. You walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind, you kissed her shoulder
“Morning, beautiful” You smiled
She turns around and she put her arms around your shoulders.
“Someone is in a cheerful mood” Zendaya smiled
“It’s our first year together,” You said
“Is it?” Zendaya smiled
“I know you didn't forget. How about we go out and have fun” You said
“Maybe to the beach?” Zendaya asked
“Yeah, why not. Long as we get to spend time together then I don't care what we do. Plus today we are not busy so let's enjoy it” You said
She starts to kiss you and you start to smile back. She pulled you closer and your hands go under her tank top.
“Get ready and I will go to the store to pick up snacks for us,” You said
“Sounds good,” Zendaya said
You grabbed the keys then you leave the house. Zendaya starts to drink her smoothie and you drive to the store. She starts to think which bikini to wear to the beach then she heads to her bedroom to look.
You went to the supermarket and got everything you needed. While walking to your car you see a group of guys around your car.
“Get away from my car,” You said
“Or what?” he laughed
“Just get away” You said
“Your girlfriend Zendaya. How she is doing?”
“Who the fuck are you?” You asked
“Losef Tarasov and you should be afraid. I haven't seen her in a long time” Losef said
“Just stay away from her and I don't care who you are,” You said
He stands close to you and you drop the bags, then you push him away from you. Losef was going to punch you but you dodged his punch. Then his friends joined in and they start to beat you up, but you use your arms to block their attacks then Losef punched you in the stomach. He pushed you to the ground and they kicked you. They grabbed you and throw you into the back of the van. They drive away and Losef grabs your phone, and forces you to unlock it.
Zendaya keeps looking at the time and you haven't arrived home. You don't live with Zendaya but you stay at her place now and then. She sends you a text but no reply then she gets a face time call and she answered it.
“Hi, Z” Losef smiled
Her face went blank, and her past caught up to her.
“Losef,” Zendaya said
“It has been a long time” Losef said
“Where is Y/N?!” Zendaya yelled
“Your boyfriend is tied up now, he can't talk” Losef smirked
He points the camera at you. In horror she watches his goons punch you with brass knuckles
“Stop!” Losef yelled
They stopped then she started to cry.
“This is payback, bitch. You have twenty-four hours to give me one million dollars or he will die” Losef said
“Don’t kill him!” Zendaya begged
“We will have fun breaking him apart. This is your fault!” Losef screamed
He ends the call and she starts to cry hard.
Losef punched you in the face.
“I can't believe you are the fucking loser she left me for,” He said angrily
He punched you in the face twice, your head dropped.
“Who the fuck are you,” You said breathing extremely hard.
“I don't get what she sees in you,” Losef said
He grabbed the bat and he hit your right leg, he started to laugh. But you screamed in pain and they were just laughing at you.
“Don’t be a bitch” Losef laughed.
She wiped her tears away then she sends a text and she happy that he replied and he was in town. She blames herself for getting her boyfriend hurt and kidnapped.
Zendaya rushed to the door when she heard the knock. She let him inside and he hugged her.
“It's been a while. But what do you need” John Wick said
“It’s Losef. He kidnapped my boyfriend and he sent me videos of him being tortured. I need you to save him, please. You know the cops won't do much” Zendaya said
“Losef is trying to prove to everyone that he is ruthless like his father. But we both know he is an idiot” John said
“I will pay whatever price you want just save him, please. I can't lose him, he means so much to me” Zendaya cried
He hugged and gently rubbed her back.
“I don't care about the money. I promise i will save him. Let me see your phone” John said
She gave John her phone. She gets a new text and they watch the video together, Losef punched you in the face then you start spitting out blood. Before you fall to the ground, then he hit you with a baseball bat in the chest. you cough up more blood. Zendaya watched in horror
“Time is wasting” Losef said then he smiled
John knows Losef is an idiot and didn't hide his location. Zendaya always had location tracked of her boyfriend. John used that to track the phone and quickly found the location.
“I will be back,” John said
John left her house and quickly got in his car. Zendaya can't stop crying and she wipes her tears away, she blames herself for her boyfriend getting hurt and not telling him the truth.
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John arrived at the abandoned building. He gets his guns ready and goes through the alley. The back door is open and he goes inside, he waits for a few seconds and he hears Losef laughing. Slowly he starts to go upstairs and he follows the voices. Before John goes into the room, he peaks into the room to see how many guys there are. Then he sees Zendaya’s boyfriend on the ground passed out. He aimed his gun at the first guy, then John pulled the trigger and the bullet went to his head.
Now John runs inside and starts to shoot. Losef hides for cover, then he takes out his gun. John grabbed one of Losef’s bodyguards and used him as a shield. They are out of bullets, then John runs towards them and starts to fight them. Losef see the baseball bat and runs towards John. But John, grabbed the bat then kicked him in the knee. John takes the bat away and hits Losef in the face. Then hits the other guys in the head with the bat. John takes out his knife and starts to stab each one then he goes after Losef
“Please” Losef begged
John slit his throat. Then he goes to pick up Zendaya’s boyfriend, and takes him to the car. While driving he called Zendaya and told her to meet him at the hospital. Zendaya runs to the car and starts to drive fast. When Zednaya rushed inside the hospital, she sees John and runs towards him.
“Where is he?” Zendaya asked
“He is okay. He is in surgery now, just wait” John said
“Thank you so much, John” Zendaya cried
“You saved Daisy and this is my way of paying you back. The doctor said, it will take him a while to recover. They broke his leg and he will be in a cast for a while” John said
“Thank you, that's all I can say,” Zendaya said
“Just call when you need my help. I have to go” John said
John hugged her then he left the hospital. Zendaya waits in the waiting room. She is happy that her boyfriend is alive and the doctors will help him. As time went on, she doesn't know how long she has been waiting for. She didn't get anything to eat or drink, she is just waiting for the doctors to come get her.
She heads to the front desk and asked for a doctor.
“Did Y/N come out of surgery?” Zendaya asked
“Yes. I was about to come get you. But you can see him but give him time to wake up” Doctor said
“How did the surgery go?” Zendaya asked
“Good. He had to get stitches on his leg, chest and eyebrow. He needed surgery to slow down the bleeding, he was brought here just in time or he would have bled to death. He will be in a cast for a while, his bones where broken into three different places. After he is done with the cast, he will need physical therapy to rebuild his muscles” Doctor said
“Thank you for saving him,” Zendaya said
“Follow me to his room,” Doctor said
She followed the doctor to your room, then the doctor left. Zendaya stands by your side and she kissed his forehead then she sits down on the chair while holding his hand.
“Y/N, I am so sorry about this. I can't lose you, i will always want you in my life. I know we haven't been together for so long, but it has been the best year of my life. I like everything about you, I just want to keep getting to know you. Please forgive me, Y/N” Zendaya cried
Slowly you start to open your eyes.
“Zendaya?”
You said in a low voice then she stood up and started to smile.
“I’m right here. Don’t sit up, just lie down and rest” Zendaya said
“How did I get here?” You asked
“What do you remember?” Zendaya asked
“Some thug, was by my car and he knew you. Then we started to fight then he started to torture me then I blacked out” You said
“It’s over, he will never bother you again,” Zendaya said
You don't say anything but you don't tell her to leave. You keep holding her hand and she kisses your forehead.
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Zendaya begged you to live with her and you said yes. She wants to help you to recover and it will be a long road, she is doing everything to help you.
“Babe?” Zendaya said
“Yeah?”
You are sitting on the couch and she sits next to you.
“How about we go out for a walk? Since the hospital you haven't been out in public. And you have been home almost three weeks now” Zendaya said
“I rather stay here,” You said
“You can't hide in here forever,” Zendaya said
“I said I rather stay here!”
You yelled and that startled her. You grabbed your crutches and start to walk away. She stands up and goes after you then she stands in front of you.
“You are scared because of what he did. Don't let fear take control of your life, Y/N. You are not alone, I will be by your side” Zendaya said
You sighed heavily.
“When you go to sleep, I don't fall asleep. I mostly stay up all night watching movies or something. When I close my eyes all I remember is being tortured by him” You said
She put her hand on your cheek.
“We will get through this, I promise. If you want I can go to therapy with you” Zendaya said
“I guess”
You lean in and kiss her on the lips. She put her hands behind your neck and she starts to kiss you back. She didn't force you to go out, instead you watch a new show with her. But during the show, you and Zendaya started kissing each other.
Warnings : reader being productive (well ATLEAST tried), fluff, Z can't do nothing.
You should’ve known miss coleman couldn’t sit still for long.
The two of you had been lounging on the couch all morning, tangled together under a thick blanket, flipping through random Netflix shows neither of you really cared about. It was supposed to be a chill day—no work, no schedules, no stress. But of course, Zendaya couldn’t handle that for too long.
“I feel like I’m wasting my day,” she groaned, shifting beside you. “I need to do something productive.”
You raised an eyebrow at her. “Z, you work non-stop. You deserve to do nothing.”
She exhaled dramatically and sat up, determination glinting in her eyes. That was never a good sign. “Let’s go do something. Something creative. Something... hands-on.”
You squinted at her, already wary. “Like what?”
She grinned. “Pottery.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Yeah! Pottery! You know, like that scene in Ghost but without the tragic love story,” she said, already grabbing her phone to look up nearby studios. “I’ve always wanted to try it—well outside of filming, and today’s the perfect day.”
You groaned, throwing yourself back onto the couch. “Z, we’re gonna be so bad at it.”
“So what?” She nudged you. “C’mon, babe. It'll be fun.”
That’s how you found yourself standing in a small, artsy pottery studio thirty minutes later, wearing an apron that was two sizes too big while a very excited Zendaya listened intently to the instructor. You, on the other hand, were already dreading whatever monstrosity you were about to create.
The instructor guided you both to a wheel and demonstrated how to shape the clay, making it look so effortless. Then it was your turn.
Within five minutes, Zendaya had clay all over her hands, her apron, and somehow even her cheek. You weren’t much better—your supposed ‘bowl’ looked more like a misshapen blob, and every attempt to fix it only made things worse.
Zendaya snorted, looking at your mess. “Babe, what is that?”
“I have no idea,” you admitted, trying (and failing) to smooth out the wobbly edges. “What about yours?”
She glanced at her own creation, which had started as a mug but had collapsed into something resembling a sad lump of clay. “Okay, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think I’m a natural at this.”
You burst out laughing. “You don’t say?”
She pouted but laughed with you, reaching out to playfully smudge clay on your nose. You gasped. “Zendaya!”
“What?” she grinned. “It’s war now.”
Before you could retaliate, the instructor gave you both a pointed look, clearly used to couples turning the studio into a mess. “Please try to keep the clay on the wheel.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing, and Zendaya gave you a sheepish smile before returning to her deformed creation, determined to at least make something that didn’t look like an accident.
By the end of the session, your hands were sore, your apron was ruined, and you had somehow grown weirdly attached to your terrible little clay disaster. Zendaya, despite all her confidence, had also accepted defeat.
“So,” she said as you both washed your hands, wiping away the last remnants of clay. “Maybe pottery isn’t our thing.”
“Maybe,” you agreed, drying your hands. “But I had fun.”
She smiled, pulling you in by the waist. “Me too.”
Then, with a smirk, she whispered, “But next time, I’m dragging you to a painting class.”
Heyyy! Can I request 1 and/or 12 for Z?? I can picture her so clearly doing 1 😭🤍
ugh yessss 🤍🤍 i wrote 1 because yes she’d totally be the one 😭 enjoy
1. Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead
it’d been a long day of shooting. she was exhausted, she ran her fingers through her hair after putting down her tight pony tail. she tried her best to be silent because she knew you’d be asleep by now. you were usually the first to fall asleep and with her being out late working, you were probably already cuddled in bed.
to her surprise, she heard voices from the living room. she furrowed her brows dragging her feet following the sounds. the tv was on, you’d been watching KC Undercover and she couldn’t help but smile to herself as she crossed her arms looking at you lovingly. you had your favorite blanket wrapped around your body and nuzzled under your chin, your head on a cushion, mouth slightly open breathing softly.
zendaya walked up to you running a finger down the side of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“hey sleepy head, let’s go to bed” she whispered and you stirred making a noise. “come here,” she pulled the blanket slightly off and you reached your arms out. she carried you to the best of her ability as your eyes were still heavy with sleep and your limbs limp.
“my sleepy girl,” she whispered kissing your temple.
Hello, could you write about Zendaya dating with a girl that doesn't accept completely her sexuality? Or with Rue Bennett, the one that is better for you.
zendaya gets it. she was there once too. when the thoughts haunted her and she knew she liked girls, it took a while for her to fully accept it.
so a stolen kiss later and dates that you thought were normal for two girls who secretly feelings for each other, the two of you talked a lot. zendaya didn't pressure you. not at all. she was so sweet and gentle with you.
what would the public think? what would your parents think? what would your friends think? zendaya rubbed your arm holding you close as you vented. she kissed the top of your head and rubbed circles on your back assuring you everyone would still love you because she once had those thoughts too.
then she'd kiss you like you'd never been kissed before and you'd forgot about it because nothing was sweeter than her lips on yours. nothing felt better than your hands in her hair and her knees brushing on yours or her soft skin on your fingertips.
