(A/n: i tried :) lemme know if its good, NOT A SHIP FIC OF ZENDAYA AND JAAFAR, y/n's outfit is inspired by Z)
Part 1, Part 2
The hotel door barely clicked shut before Jaafar had me pinned against it.
No more polite smiles. No more holding back. The hunger he had been hiding all night on the carpet came rushing out.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad” he growled, cupping my face with both hands and crashing his lips onto mine.
The First Kiss was deep and desperate. His tongue immediately slipped into my mouth, tasting me like he had been starving for hours. He kissed me like he owned me slow at first, then rougher, sucking on my bottom lip and biting it gently. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, pressing his hard body against mine so I could feel exactly how turned on he was.
When he finally pulled back for air, his forehead rested against mine. “That blue dress… the way it pushed your tits up I was hard the whole first half of the night.”
Before I could reply, he kissed me again the second kiss was filthier. He pushed me harder against the door, one hand sliding down to grip my ass while the other tangled in my hair. This kiss was wet, messy, and full of tongue. He sucked on my tongue, bit my lip harder, then moved down to my neck, sucking marks onto my skin like he wanted everyone to know I was his.
“You have no idea how much I was suffering on that carpet” he whispered hotly against my neck, grinding his hips into me. “Every time you touched my chest, every time you looked at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes… I wanted to drag you somewhere and bury my dick inside you.”
He spun me around so my front was pressed against the door. His hands reached around and squeezed my breasts through the black satin dress. “This second dress though… fuck. Your tits look so good in this corset top. I wanted to pull it down and suck on them in front of everyone.”
Jaafar unzipped my gown slowly, teasing me. The heavy black fabric slid down my body and pooled at my feet. I was left in nothing but a tiny black thong. He groaned at the sight, hands roaming over my bare ass and thighs.
“Turn around” he ordered softly.
I turned and he dropped to his knees immediately. He pulled my thong down and buried his face between my legs. His tongue licked long stripes up my pussy before focusing on my clit, sucking it into his mouth while pushing two fingers inside me.
“Oh my god, Jaafar…” I moaned, gripping his curls tightly.
He ate me like a man possessed messy, hungry, and determined to make me cum. His fingers curled inside me while his tongue flicked my clit fast. My legs started shaking. Within minutes I was cumming hard on his tongue, moaning his name loudly as pleasure crashed through me.
Jaafar stood up, lips shiny with my wetness, and kissed me again so I could taste myself on him. I pushed his velvet jacket off, then his vest. My hands explored his toned chest as I unbuttoned his shirt. Once he was shirtless, I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down.
His dick sprang out, thick, hard, and leaking. I looked up at him and took him into my mouth without hesitation. Jaafar groaned loudly, one hand gently holding my head as I sucked him.
“Shit, baby… your mouth feels so good,” he moaned, watching me with dark eyes. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”
I took him deeper, bobbing my head and using my hand on the part I couldn’t fit. Jaafar’s breathing got heavier, his hips moving slightly as he fucked my mouth gently.
After a few minutes he pulled me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me on my back and spread my legs wide. He rubbed his dick against my wet pussy, teasing me.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said, voice low and raspy.
“I want you so bad,” I begged. “Fuck me, Jaafar. Please.”
He pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both moaned loudly. He felt so big and perfect. Jaafar started fucking me with long, hard strokes, his hips slamming against mine. The sound of skin slapping filled the room.
“This pussy is mine,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss me messily. “Been thinking about it all night in that blue dress… then in that black one with your tits out… fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
He fucked me harder, one hand pinning my wrist above my head. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back. He felt incredible deep, rough, and passionate.
After a while he flipped me onto all fours, pulled my hips up, and slammed back inside. He fucked me from behind like an animal, one hand in my hair, the other slapping my ass.
“You looked so fucking sexy tonight,” he panted. “Both dresses had me going crazy. I wanted to fuck you on the carpet.”
I came again hard, moaning his name as my body shook. Jaafar followed right after, burying himself deep and cumming inside me with a loud groan.
We collapsed on the bed, sweaty and breathing hard. Jaafar pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead sweetly, his bunny smile coming back.
“I love you” he whispered, stroking my hair.
“I love you too” I said, cuddling into his chest.
But the night was far from over.
After resting for a while, his hand started sliding down my body again. He kissed my neck softly at first, then harder. I felt him getting hard against my thigh again.
“Round two?” he asked with a naughty smile.
I nodded and climbed on top of him. This time I rode him slow and deep, grinding on his dick while he watched me with hungry eyes. His hands squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples as I moved.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moaned, thrusting up to meet me. “Ride me just like that, baby.”
We went for hours switching positions, making out messily, whispering dirty things to each other. He fucked me against the wall, on the couch, and back on the bed. Every round was hotter than the last.
By the time we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sun was almost coming up.
The Met Gala had been amazing.
But nothing compared to what happened after midnight.
(A/n: Guys i did my first mini series ig yall like it lemme know please!!!)
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cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of “mommy”
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“Round 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.”
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrick’s wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrick’s cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi can’t hear him, “Fuck-you feel incredible, i’d kill for this pussy, you know that.”
“Hook your arm around their neck, good boy.” Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
“Yes, ma’am.” He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadn’t said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like it’s a nipple he’s trying to get milk out of. He licks where you’re stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
“Be a good dog and lap them up, okay? I’d hate to have to take away your toy privileges.” She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The “toy” in the equation isn't you.
You’re dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrick’s thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you can’t take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
“ ‘s so good…” Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, she’s smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesn’t give the men pleasing you. This isn’t about them, it never was.
“Patrick’s so big, Tashi-he’s unggggh-he’s gonna kill me!” You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, “Baby you know he’s not, this pussy can take a beating. I’d only give you the best toys.”
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesn’t speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. They’ll have to retire from Tashi’s “employment” eventually, and they’ll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and ‘ I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U ‘ s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but he’s convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God can’t get enough, he’d lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. You’re too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you can’t handle being away from her for too long. Maybe you’ve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasn’t like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when you’ve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
“Keep going, it’s okay- want it-want you.” You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing ‘That’s my angel, only for us.’ into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
“Shit! Stop, ‘m gonna cum!” Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussy’s not available, period.
“They’re so hungry for it, aren’t they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?” Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
“Yes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!” You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesn’t help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then you’re cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. You’re out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasn’t pulled out of your pussy but he doesn’t fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
“You need your mouth taken care of too.” Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a ‘come hither’ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
“It’s kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, don’t think too hard about it.” Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Art’s cock, longer than Patrick’s but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashi’s still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
“Doing good, baby, keep it up.”
But that’s the thing, they’re all watching you now. It’s not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. It’s never difficult to stroke the fire in someone’s ego, you’ve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didn’t work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldn’t give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, you’ll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people don’t realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
pairing: stanford!tashi duncan x fem!stanford!reader
summary: you and tashi have been keeping your relationship quiet for the past few months. then one day, you accidentally leave her dorm wearing her sweater, causing patrick and art to interrogate you.
tags: fluff, secret relationship, stanford au, mean-ish tashi, nosy patrick and art, semi-social media au (texts + insta posts), set in modern-days
word count: 1.5k+
a/n: slowly getting through editing the backlog. genuinely had so much fun writing this <3
The cold air drifting through the window forced goosebumps on your bare skin, causing you to burrow further into the heavy blanket draped over you. Tashi shifted next to you as you both lay on her tiny twin bed, accidentally bumping her leg against the dorm room wall. She sniffled slightly before falling back into her slumber.
You started sleeping in Tashi’s dorm room a few weeks ago. During your first week in Tashi’s dorm, you would sneak out of her room at 5 am and sneak back to your room down the hall before anybody could wake up and suspect anything. However, as the weeks went by, you started spending longer mornings in Tashi’s dorm, no longer fearing someone discovering your relationship.
Outside of classes, you and Tashi spent almost every waking moment together. Nobody suspected anything yet, because they assumed you were just a pair of very good best friends. You’d realized you had nothing to worry about when you’d left Tashi’s dorm at 7 am one morning, and bumped into some other students on your floor. You’d made some small talk and they’d said something about wishing that they were as studious as you and Tashi, as you were always having study sleep-overs. You almost scoffed in disbelief at the comment, but decided to go along with it to avoid explaining the real reason you slept in her dorm so often.
The two of you weren’t ashamed of your relationship. You've been together for a few months now, and you love it. You were perfectly compatible, and Tashi was comfortable enough with you to be completely vulnerable. You weren’t ashamed at all. However, you decided that having to explain your relationship, especially to your friends, wouldn’t be worth the hassle.
You loved your friends, but they could be a nuisance. You knew if Art and Patrick knew of your romantic relationship with Tashi, you’d never hear the end of it. You knew Art would pry (eg. when did you two start dating, who asked who out, what are Tashi’s favourite flowers, what's been your favourite date so far, wait what was your first date?) – and Patrick would take it too far (eg. so who tops?).
So after a long talk one night before bed, you and Tashi vowed that you wouldn’t say anything until the timing felt right. Or until Art and Patrick magically matured overnight.
You were about to drift back to sleep, feeling your eyes fluttering as you snuggled into Tashi’s side. Then an incessant buzzing started to blare in your ears. You turned toward the nightstand, watching as your phone lit up with a barrage of notifications. You rubbed your eyes groggily before reaching for your phone and unlocking it.
You rolled your eyes, placing your phone back on the nightstand. You turned your attention to Tashi, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before climbing out of her bed. The freezing morning air hit you immediately. In your sleepy haze, you stood up, scouring through the pile of clothes littered on Tashi’s floor, looking for something to wear. You slipped on a cozy, white, knitted sweater before you stumbled into the bathroom and brushed your teeth.
After 5 minutes in the bathroom, you slipped on your jeans and shoes, before heading out the door and towards the dining hall.
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You walked into the dining hall with a sigh. The days were getting chillier, and you couldn’t bear it. You hugged your sweater closer to your body as you spotted Art and Patrick whispering in a corner, deep in a conversation.
“Hey, guys,” you said, slipping into the chair across from the two of them.
“You’re late,” Patrick stated bluntly.
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d slept in,” you explained.
“Aren’t you glad I woke you up?” Patrick said, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand.
“Yeah, I mean I’m starving,” you groaned.
“Don’t be in such a rush, the breakfast menu is kind of shit today,” Patrick spoke, “Besides, you should hear Art and I’s incredible theory,” Patrick smirked
“Theory?” you asked, looking between the two of them. Patrick looked smug, but Art looked nervous. This wasn’t going to be good.
“Why did you sleep in, dollface? You never sleep in. You’re an early-bird, remember?” Patrick tilted his head. At face-value, his question sounded sincere. Like a concerned friend wanting to know more about your predicament. Deep down, you knew there was more to it.
“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I was just studying really late into the night.”
“Studying… with Tashi?” Art asked. It was the first thing he’d said since you sat down.
“No?” you replied, quirking an eyebrow at the pair.
“Oh, okay. Well, where is Tashi on this fine morning?” Patrick asked, gesturing to the empty seat beside you, usually reserved for Tashi.
“Not sure,” you lied. You could feel your face heating up, contrasting the cold air you’d just walked through 5 minutes ago. You’d much rather be outside again.
“We checked your location because you were late, and we were worried about you. You know, how good friends typically are,” Patrick spoke snidely, “and believe it or not, you guys were in the exact same vicinity.”
“Yeah, because we live on the same floor,” you replied matter-of-factly.
“I guess. But your icons were very close to each other. Almost too close, and you know these things are very accurate,” Patrick continued.
“Her room is 3 doors down from mine,” you shot back, “you sound insane, Patrick.”
“Yeah, maybe she’s right, Patrick,” Art added, “their dorms are close so it’ll obviously look like they’re in the same space on maps. Besides, she just woke up, give her a break,” Art continued, looking at you in pity.
“Thank you, Art,” you smiled at him sweetly, before shooting a glare at Patrick.
“Fine,” Patrick conceded.
You relaxed in your seat, hoping to switch the topic of conversation.
“I like your sweater by the way,” Patrick leaned forward, “although, I can’t help but notice that it seems to look exactly like Tashi’s signature autumn knitwear,” Patrick smirked, allowing himself to thumb at your sleeve. Art sat silently, stunned.
You looked down slowly, taking in the sweater you’d picked up in haste and half-awake. It was indeed the one sweater that Tashi wore at least once every other week in autumn. You couldn’t believe you’d been so careless, and you almost couldn’t believe Patrick noticed a detail like that.
“I’m gonna go get some breakfast,” you stood up abruptly, stumbling out of your seat as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and headed towards the breakfast line-up. Patrick’s laugh boomed behind you as you rushed away from the table.
You tilted your head at Tashi’s text. Extremely vague, but you trusted her. You breathed out a shaky breath as you turned your attention back to the breakfast line, getting ready to order.
A few minutes later, as you were waiting for your order to be called, you felt your phone vibrating significantly in your pocket. You reached for your phone and sucked in a harsh breath at the messages flooding in.
When Tashi said she’d “handle it,” you weren’t exactly expecting her to just outright reveal your relationship. Your order number was called, forcing you to tear your attention away from your phone. You walked up to grab your breakfast with shaky legs, dreading going back to the table that Art and Patrick were at, buzzing for your return.
You dragged your feet towards the table, breath hitching once Art and Patrick spotted you on your way back. Patrick was beaming, probably getting ready to bombard you with a thousand snooty questions, while Art held a small smile.
You sat down in silence, immediately pushing your food around with your fork.
“I’m always right,” Patrick spoke.
“You guys are cute together,” Art added.
“Thanks,” you replied, not lifting your eyes.
“So, I was just wondering-” Patrick started, but was soon cut off when he saw something behind you.
A gentle arm landed on your shoulder, drawing your attention to the person behind you. Tashi stood with a smug smile, wearing the hoodie you’d worn to her dorm the night before. Before you could say anything, she cupped your chin, tilting your head up before planting a long, salacious kiss on your lips. Art whistled lowly as Patrick whispered “hot” louder than he anticipated.
Tashi pulled away, taking a seat next to you as she watched Patrick and Art’s reactions.
“So… what were you guys talking about?” she asked.
“We were actually just talking about your relationship, Tashi,” Art said, “Congrats, you guys are perfectly matched.”
“Thank you,” Tashi nodded.
“You guys weren’t really good at hiding it though,” Patrick quipped.
“Man, I guess nothing gets past you, Patrick. By the way, you’ve got some leftover ketchup on your mouth,” Tashi retorted. Art laughed as Patrick frantically wiped his mouth.
“You guys should make it insta official,” Art suggested.
“That’s not a bad idea,” you replied, turning to Tashi with a smile.
october 31st | tashi duncan x art donaldson x fem!reader
contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, threesome, corruption/innocence kink, use of pet names (baby, good girl), vaginal sex, fingering, praise kink, porn without plot.
a/n: so...here's an entire fic instead of a drabble to finish off my first kintober. thank you everyone for the support and love you have given me for this event! i hope you all enjoyed! happy halloween!
word count: 2.2k
kinktober masterlist | main masterlist
"you're so pretty," tashi cooed as she reached behind you and unzipped the back of your dress, her words sending shivers down your spine. "so perfect." as the fabric fell away, she kissed your bare collarbone, her mouth leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to burn through to your soul. you felt your inhibitions slipping away like the garment pooling around your ankles, revealing the lacy lingerie she had gifted you.
"you're doing so well for us baby," art murmured from behind you in your ear. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his words, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. you had never been the center of attention in such a way before, but their combined desire made you feel good. art's hand softly trailed up and down the front of your thigh, his thumb caressing the delicate lace of your panties, and you gasped as tashi's fingers traced the line of your bra.
in front of you, tashi's eyes were like twin pools of desire, her pupils dilated and dark. she and art had been planning this moment since the second they met you. the two of them felt drawn to your quiet, shy demeanor and they were even more intrigued when you let it slip that you had only slept with one other person and how it was a horrible experience. they couldn't believe how someone could be so selfish when it came to you. all she and art did was spoil you with expensive gifts and occasionally matching lingerie sets which tashi somehow convinced you that close friends gift each other such things all the time. tonight was the night they was going to prove how close of friends they were to you.
tashi leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin, and kissed you. it was unlike any kiss you had ever felt, full of passion and promise. her tongue slid against yours, exploring, and you responded instinctively, eager to learn the dance. your hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.
art watched the two of you, his eyes dark with arousal. he murmured something in your ear that you couldn't quite make out, but it didn't matter. his hand slid up your inner thigh, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of your panties, and you knew exactly what he wanted. your heart raced as he gently tugged the material aside, revealing your soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. his middle and ring fingers circled your clit, light and teasing, and you moaned into tashi's mouth, your body leaning back into his touch.
tashi broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming. she leaned down and kissed along your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as art's fingers continued to work their magic. "you're so wet for us," art whispered, his voice husky with desire. tashi's hands cupped your clothed tits, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive buds. "so beautiful," she murmured, her gaze lingering on your body as she took a step back.
you felt vulnerable, and exposed, but the way art and tashi looked at you made you feel anything but. their eyes roved over your body, full of appreciation and hunger. tashi reached out and took your hand, her grip firm but gentle. "are you going to be good for us?" she asked, her tone both a question and a command. you nodded, your voice a breathless whisper.
art stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you as he slid his hand around your waist. "let's go to the bed," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. you let him lead you to the large, inviting bed that was the centerpiece of the room. the sheets were a soft white, and the pillows looked like they had been fluffed just for the occasion. your heart raced as he guided you onto the edge of the mattress, his hand never leaving your waist.
tashi sat next to you, her dress slipping off her shoulders to reveal her own lingerie set. she was just as beautiful as you had imagined, her skin a warm caramel against the fabric. "are you going to let art fuck you?" she asked, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down your spine. her question was direct, but it didn't feel harsh or demanding. it was a gentle push, a nudge into the unknown that you had been craving without even realizing it.
you looked up at art, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that made your stomach flip. you bit your bottom lip, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. "y-yes," you whispered, your voice shaky but determined. the word was barely out of your mouth when he stepped closer, his hand sliding into your hair to tip your head back. his mouth crashed down on yours, his kiss urgent and demanding. your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, letting him take the lead.
his tongue explored your mouth, tasting you as if he was memorizing every inch of you. you moaned, your innocence giving way to the thrill of the moment. tashi's hand slid up your leg, her nails lightly scratching your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
art broke the kiss, his eyes full of adoration. "you're doing so good, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. "so fucking good." he kissed you again, deeper, harder, as if to emphasize his words. you felt yourself getting wetter, your body begging for more. art's praise was like a drug, making you want to give him everything, to be the good girl they both desired.
tashi took your hand and led you to the center of the bed, the plush white comforter looked like a cloud, inviting and welcoming. you sat down, your legs shaking slightly as you felt the coolness of the sheets against your skin. art leaned over you, his body hovering, and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth with an urgency that made your toes curl. you could taste the excitement on his lips, and it sent a thrill through you.
you tugged at his shirt, whining softly as you felt the need growing inside you, the need for more contact, more of him. art chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest that sent vibrations through you. "patience, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. but he didn't make you wait long. with one swift movement, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. your eyes widened at the sight of his muscles and broad shoulders.
his pants followed next, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. the sight of it made your heart race even faster, but instead of fear, you felt a strange mix of excitement and curiosity. tashi noticed your gaze and took over, sliding his boxers down his legs to free his cock. it was large and thick, and you felt your thighs quiver in anticipation. "aren't you going to touch it?" she asked, her voice a tease.
art guided your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. it was warm and hard, and the sensation was both foreign and thrilling. your hand moved tentatively at first, but as you felt his approval in the way his hips bucked slightly, you grew bolder. you began to stroke him, the smooth skin moving over the solid length. his breathing grew heavier, and his eyes never left yours, as if watching you was just as much a part of his pleasure as the physical sensation.
tashi took advantage of the moment. she reached behind you and unclasped your bra, the fabric falling away to expose your breasts to the cool air. her eyes took in the sight of you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned in to kiss you again. this kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if she was savoring every moment. her thumbs brushed against your nipples, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.
art's hand slid down to your panties, and he slipped them down your legs with a gentle tug. you were now bare and exposed to the open air, and you felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power as art gazed at you. you watched as tashi leaned over to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth as your hand continued to stroke him. her hand joined yours, and together you both worked his shaft, feeling the veins pulse and thicken under your combined touch.
tashi broke away from art and turned her attention back to you. her eyes were full of fire as she leaned down and whispered, "now let him fuck you, baby." the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted it. art positioned himself between your legs, you felt his tip graze against you, and you gasped, your body instinctively arching up to meet him.
art's hand found your chin, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need. you nodded again, your eyes never leaving his, and he pushed in, slow and steady. your body stretched around him, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt. you moaned, a sound that was half pleasure and half shock, as he filled you completely. art moaned pathetically above you, his eyes screwed shut tightly, as if the feeling was too much to handle.
tashi watched from the side, her own arousal palpable in the air. "see, baby?" she murmured, her voice sweet and soothing. "art feels so good, doesn't he?" she reached out and stroked your cheek, her touch a stark contrast to the intense pressure building inside you. you nodded, unable to speak, as art began to move. his thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but as he felt your body adjust to him, he picked up the pace.
the moans grew louder from both of you, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. your nails dug into the bed as he filled you completely, the sensation of being claimed by him both terrifying and exhilarating. tashi leaned in and whispered into your ear, "you're doing so good, honey." her words only spurred you on, making you want to give them everything they desired.
art's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. the pressure grew, your body tightening around him. tashi watched with rapt attention, her own hand sliding down to her cunt, her fingers teasing her clit in the same pattern. "you're so close, baby," art murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "cum for us. let us hear you."
his words were the final push you needed. with a keening cry, you felt yourself come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. your muscles clamped down around him, your body shaking with the force of your release. tashi's eyes never left yours, her own hand moving faster as she watched your face contort in pleasure. "that's it," she encouraged, her voice a gentle coo that only added to the intensity of the moment.
as the waves of pleasure began to recede, you felt art's own climax approaching. his hips stuttered against you, his grip on your body tightening as he held back, waiting for your signal. "please," you whispered, the word barely audible. "cum inside me." the request seemed to break the last of his control, and he drove into you one final time, burying himself deep as he filled you with his seed. you felt the warmth spread through you, and the thought of it made your toes curl with pleasure.
tashi watched with hungry eyes, her own hand working her clit in a frenzied motion. you reached out, your hand trembling slightly with the aftershocks of your own orgasm, and took over. your fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and swollen cunt. she gasped as you began to rub her in earnest, the same way art had done for you moments ago. your touch was tentative at first, unsure of what she liked, but her moans of pleasure were all the guidance you needed.
art's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftermath of his release. his thumb had moved to your clit, idly teasing it as he watched the intimate scene unfold between you and tashi. "you're doing so good," he murmured again, his voice a gentle encouragement that sent thrills through your body. you leaned into his touch, your eyes locked on tashi's as you brought her closer to the edge.
her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in time with your hand. "yes, baby," she panted, her voice strained with need. "just like that." you felt a strange sense of power, knowing that you could give her this pleasure, that you could be the one to send her over the edge. your movements grew more confident, more deliberate, as you felt her body tense beneath your touch.
and then she was there, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of ecstasy. her nails dug into the bed, her back arching as she screamed your name. art's eyes were on you, watching with approval as you brought his wife to climax. you felt a strange pride, knowing that you were the one who had done this to her, who had made her feel so good.
tashi's body went slack, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. art kissed you, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was both a thank you and a promise for more. "you're perfect," he murmured against your lips, "so fucking perfect."
pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)
synopsis: requested by this ask!
⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.
notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo
“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.
The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.
Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.
“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”
“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”
“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up.
Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.”
A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness .
“Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”
Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.
Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.
Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.
This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.
The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"
"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.
"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"
Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"
"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.
Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.
"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.
"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.
"I had to!"
"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.
"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.
Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."
"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.
"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.
The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."
"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.
"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.
Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.
Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.
Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.
Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"
You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.
"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.
Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"
"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.
Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"
"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.
"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.
"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.
"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.
And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"
There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.
The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"
It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"
"I'm doing good!"
"Going great!"
The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.
Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.
"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.
"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.
The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"
"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.
"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.
Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."
As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.
"I am pretty good at flirting,"
"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.
"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.
"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"
It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.
"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.
"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"
"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"
"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.
Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.
Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.
Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.
✧ You Came Out of the Blue Like That.. ⋆ you start to realize that maybe just maybe you're too far into this that you're falling for gracie, hard. fluff
✧ Pink Ribbon ⋆ you comfort Gracie before her show, giving her a ribbon for good luck. fluff
✧ Think i really want this... ⋆ Gracie has a crush on u, and she's going crazy. fluff, implied smut
✧ All yours, baby. ⋆ you and Gracie go to Taylors party only for one of Kelce's friend to flirt with you. Let's just say Gracie isn't too happy about it. u, and she's going crazy. fluff
✧ Letting it happen ⋆ Gracie is always the one being physical with you, you decide that you'd surprise her by you doing it first, and you don't let go. fluff
✧ Spongebob ⋆ Gracie's watching SpongeBob but you're watching her fluff
✧ Good hands ⋆ you're on your period, and instead of Gracie teasing you she takes care of you. fluff
✧ Hottest person alive ⋆ gracie reminds you she's the hottest person you laid eyes on or atleast who knows u exist fluff
✧ Soo scary ⋆ you try to argue that you're the dominant one in the relationship, but are you tho? (Ur not) fluff, implied smut
✧ keep walking ⋆ you and Gracie go on a walk, paparazzi flourishes and along the way you get hurt fluff
✧ You're it ⋆ camp trip with friends, while you and Gracie decided you need some time alone. fluff
✧ Just say yes ⋆ blurbs of how yours and Gracie's relationship has evolved. fluff
✧ Delicate ⋆ Gracie is sick during tour, and you're taking care of her. fluff
✧ Us. ⋆ you and Gracie go on a date, expect no one knows its actually a date, not except the both of you. fluff
✧ Lucky ⋆ cooking dinner together for your friends that are soon to arrive. creating a mess. fluff
✧ Silk Chiffon ⋆ Gracie takes you somewhere she's discovered where no one is, and. it. is. breathtaking. fluff
✧ Flickering lights ⋆ you're an F1 racer and crash your car during a race because of a wrong turn another racer made, you start a fight. fluff
✧ Left Out..? ⋆ you're feeling left out when hanging out with Gracie and her best friend Audrey. fluff, slight angst
✧ Spiralling Is Miserable ⋆ you feel like shit because of your studies, Gracie comes over. fluff, slight angst
✧ Good Riddance ⋆ gracie finds herself spiraling when writing good riddance, reader comforts her. fluff, slight angst
✧ Maroon ⋆ could you be the one? Or could it be just a mistake, an accident? angst
✧ 15 minutes ⋆ Gracie has 15 minutes before her festival set, yet she bets she can do you in less. smut
✧ Obsessed ⋆ Gracie's pixie will be the death of you smut
✧ I Did That Once or Twice ⋆ you and Gracie broke up a while ago and she sees you at a party with some dude and gets jealous. implied smut
✧ Shotgun ⋆ you get jealous when you find Gracie giving another person more attention than she should. implied smut
✧ Distraction ⋆ Gracie talks about getting you pregnant. implied smut
ariana grande
✧ Glow ⋆ you are almost always there for ari when shes filming any REM video of sorts, always behind behind the camera, but you cave in this time for ari to 'use' you as her model. fluff
tate mcrae
✧ My Superstar ⋆ Tates filming one of her music videos and even tho she has people to look after her you decide that you would do it better. fluff
zendaya
✧ Pottery ⋆ you and Zendaya go on a pottery date. fluff
Other Requests
✧ if you have requests about any other celeb lmk i might write it!
❝ In my head You're in the car and You're coming to me and You get to my door and You can't even speak but I think that it's sweet Yeah, I think that you're sweet ❞
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.
-
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.
