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whosjunglejim4322 · 5 years ago

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Cross The Line- Z.K (18+)

Warnings: through the clothes shenanigans, heavy kissing, oral (f and m receiving) , Z being soft

You hate parties. You always have, always will- and Zion knows that better than anyone. He can see the dejection written all over that soft, familiar face of yours, annoyance hidden between the tight furrow of your brows.

His breath is warm against your ear, and you shiver against his side as you begin to feel increasingly tempted to burrow yourself in his hoodie altogether.

“Too many people here, huh?”

“Yeah, and I’m cold.” You scowl, a chuckle falling from his plump lips as he throws a long, heavy arm around your slumped shoulders, pressing you closer to the heat of his body.

You rest your head against his shoulder, and the smell of cologne brings you comfort, along with the scent of dryer sheets- the snuggle ones specifically, he refuses to use anything else. You love him more for it.

“Finally.”

Your eyes threaten to close, just before you hear his voice, the octave low enough to send vibrations through his chest, the sensation causing a stir in your belly.

You push the wandering thought to the back of your mind as a hoard of people begin moving towards the small leather couch you and Zion are sat on, a blunt resting snugly between the fingers of the party’s host.

“C'mere mama.”

Strong hands gently grip the small of your waist, your feet moving faster than your brain as you find yourself sitting atop Zions firm thighs, his broad chest pressed against your back.

It’s not like you two have never been in this position before, its normal. You’re best friends. For three years, it’s been like this.

Still, something feels off. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but it isn’t like Zion to have his arm locked protectively around your middle in front of all these people, as if he isnt even the least bit scared of anyone seeing.

As if he wants them to see.

The blunt is passed to you before him, and you notice a slight shake to your wrist as you bring it to your lips, inhaling and allowing the smoke to enter your lungs before you turn to the side just slightly- giving it to Zion, who’s honey coloured eyes are locked onto you like this is the first time he’s ever seen you.

It’s the weed, it has to be, right?

Now it’s you who is watching him, as his eyes close ever so slowly while he takes a puff, letting the smoke billow from his mouth and into his nose.

You almost forget that it’s a party, the noise and chatter sounding as if it’s distant, further away than in the room, surrounding you both.

You take a deep breath, turning around to face away from his penetrative gaze as your fingers dig into the meat of his thighs through the material of his jeans, your hips wiggling only slightly as you attempt to get comfortable.

He hums, you feel it, and his grip on you tightens just a tiny bit, not enough for anyone else to notice, but definitely enough for you to.

In fact, that’s not the only thing you notice.

You know that he knows you know, especially when you suddenly stiffen in his arms, your heartbeat practically echoing in your ears as your pulse pounds beneath your skin.

“You alright?”

You gasp only loud enough for him to hear, chills rising across the surface of your skin as you turn in his grasp to face him at a more comfortable angle, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“You’re hard, Z.”

Fuck. You make it so damn difficult when you look at him like that. With this slight wonder, curiosity even, with a hint of shock. Yet, even so, he can feel the way you are squeezing your thighs together, attempting to relieve the building pressure between them. He twitches inside his briefs.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

Your heart skips a beat, the need to reassure him that you are far from uncomfortable, almost unbearable. You ignore his question.

“Can we go somewhere, Caleb?”

He’ll never get over how you saying his first name makes him feel. It’s silly, he usually hates it. Even so, it’s just a first name, nothing special. But you somehow turn it into something magical. He wants to hear you say it all day.

His hand nearly swallows yours whole with its size, his palms soft, fingers gentle as they wrap around your wrist. He’s fast, long legs moving through crowds of intoxicated people swiftly as you trail behind him, free hand gripping the back of his hoodie.

He fumbles horribly when trying to open the door to an empty bedroom, but he does get it open, and upon entering- your lips find his within the first three seconds.

He cups your cheeks in his wide palms, your fingers pushing his dreads out from in front of his face as his tongue skims your bottom lip. You moan into his mouth, and he grips your hips with enough force to further elicit those sweet sounds he already adores so much.

And then you stop.

You look like you’ve just run a marathon, overwhelmed and taking deep, controlled breaths that seem to have spurred from the realization that you just kissed your best friend of three years.

His heart starts to ache, stomach turning with anxiety. Say something. Anything. He thinks to himself.

“I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry Zion.”

His eyebrows furrow together, fingers clasping around your wrist as you cradle your face in your palms.

“Sorry? For what, angel?”

His voice is soft, and the anxiety that had previously been rising in your throat, settles somewhat as you look up at his soft, familiar features. You want to kiss him again.

“I- well, I kissed you.” You state, his topaz colored eyes becoming increasingly dark as he closes the space between your bodies, face held in his hands.

“Yeah, why’d you stop?” Your belly turns at his voices drop in octave, the tension in the air thick and palpable, both of you clearly hot and bothered. Your skin prickles with adrenaline and need, and judging by the way his obsidian pupils are blown out, he’s feeling the same way.

“I- well I didn’t know you wanted me to kiss you.”

He laughs, a genuine, jovial sound filling the space between you as his thumb tenderly swipes the apple of your cheek.

“How could you ever think that?”

He sounds breathless, his plush, tempting mouth only inches away from yours as your noses meet, grazing each other in the pursuit of something more.

Without inhibition, Zion kisses you this time, both of you still and absorbing the impact of such a delicate, yet fever inducing kiss that causes you both to hum in satisfaction.

Not an inch is left between you, it seems like, when you two are body to body, hands feeling all the places that you’ve never gotten to touch, but have always admired.

Your clothes suddenly feel too tight, especially when every nerve in your body is telling you that you to be touched. Not just by anyone though, by him.

His tongue is soft and wet against the roof of your mouth, your fingers locked around the nape of his neck as he places you onto the soft mattress by the back of your thighs.

“Can I please-mmm- taste you?”

He speaks between slow, drawn out kisses, and you feel a pool of wetness gathering between your legs, no doubt evident through your underwear, if he were to look.

You want him to look.

You know that this is most definitely what you want, you’re aching for it by now, but the weed still makes you bolder than you actually are, which isn’t so bad right about now. Sober you would be overthinking to the point of physical tears, especially since this is Zion, your Zion, going down on you.

But you take one look at him, into those gentle eyes that sometimes seem warmer than the sun, and you know that you’d trust him with your life. He is home in so many ways.

“Yes, Caleb. Yes.”

He feels himself harden to an uncomfortable point inside his jeans, that are suddenly suffocating him. All he can think about is you. How you taste, how you feel, how you’re gonna sound when he’s in between your legs. Fuck. It feels surreal.

He lavishes your skin in sloppy, sweet kisses from the curve of your jaw, to the dip of your shoulder, too eager to finally to taste you to worry about stripping you of your clothes completely- however, he still savors the way your breasts feel in his large palms as he slips his hands underneath your sweater.

Of course you aren’t wearing a bra.

While your chest misses the warmth of his touch, your belly fills with heat as you feel his long dexterous fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your bottoms, as well as your underwear.

You are bare in front of him with not even a second to process it before you feel him gripping your calves, lifting them onto his broad shoulders as he pulls you to the edge of the bed.

You are shocked, for one, at the fact that your bestfriend has his head between your legs, eating you like you’re his last meal- but most of all, you’re shocked at how good he is at it.

Of course you know he isn’t a virgin, in most categories, which strangely causes you great discomfort to even think about- but the point is that of course Zion is good at giving head, he’s Zion, but you didn’t expect to be holding back an orgasm so soon.

Your fingers find his hair as his tongue laps at the wetness leaking from you, his plush lips wrapping around your swollen clit. You are so far gone already that you know you won’t last long, and a little part of Zion gets off on way you’re whimpering for him.

“Oh-Oh fuck, feels s-so good Z.”

This spurs him on further, his hunger only increasing as you attempt to clamp your thighs shut- and suddenly, you feel two of his thick fingers curving up inside of you, massaging your sweet spot.

“You’re so pretty baby.” He professes between self indulgent licks.

He doesn’t even realize he’s bucking his hips into the mattress until he has to stop to prevent himself from cumming too soon, both of you clearly overwhelmed and just as worked up as the other. You taste better than he could have ever anticipated.

And when you do finally let go, he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever gotten to see.

Your body stiffens, back arching up and off of the bed as a silent cry falls from your lips, your fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he continues to flick his soft tongue against your clit.

He works you through your high like this, but the oversensitivity is almost unbearably blissful, and you know that you won’t be able to handle it right now.

You pull him to your mouth before he can think about trying to give you another orgasm, because this is the same Zion who ended up binge watching three whole seasons of Grey’s Anatomy in two nights simply because you bet him he couldn’t, and you are visibly eager to finally touch him too.

You taste yourself on his lips, and the eroticism of it all makes your skin burn even hotter than it already is.

“Your turn.”

Your voice is soft, and he happily complies as your small hands push at his chest, thighs straddling his trim waist as you climb on top of him.

He lets his head fall back against the soft pile of pillows, eyes threatening to close shut as you kiss the curve of his jaw and across his throat, before he feels your fingers undoing the button of his jeans, your eyes hooded with lust- lips pink from how many times you’ve bitten them.

He watches as you pull his bottoms off, the way your entire expression seems to light up with shock and unbridled desire, his dick bobbing in the air as precum leaks from his throbbing, rosy tip.

The moment your hand wraps around him, he twitches. It’s not like he’s never felt a hand on his dick before that isn’t his own. But it’s your hand, small in comparison to his large ones, soft and gentle.

“I don’t think I can fit you, Z.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“It’s okay mamas, you don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

His throat is dry but he still manages to speak, thumb stroking your cheek. You swear you feel your entire universe shift as you look up at him from between his thighs, an unbridled need to make him feel good, consuming you completely.

“I’ll just lick it until you cum in my mouth.”

He lets out a long, drawn out groan- not just at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing the head of his painfully hard dick, but also at how filthy and utterly ethereal you seem to be at the same time.

In fact, he can’t seem to remember anyone else other than you, and this moment. All he can see is you, all he can feel is you. All he wants is you.

He looks down to see the tip of his dick disappearing into the warmth of your mouth, and props himself up on his elbows so he can move your hair out from in front of your face while you work, both hands wrapped around his thick length.

He knows he’s done for when you moan around him, his eyes flickering over your figure to see one of your hands between your legs. Fuck you’re getting off to this, he can hear how wet you are.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

Your tongue circles around him, and flicks the underside of his frenulum, hand pumping the rest of what you can’t reach. Your lashes flutter against your brow bone as you peer up at him, making eye contact. He feels his whole body tremor.

You know that the way Zion looks and sounds as he releases, is going to stick with you forever. The way every muscle in his body seems to flex, veins bulging from his inked forearms, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed in a moment of bliss.

Not to mention the way your name falls from his tongue like a mantra as you swallow every drop of what he spills, his hands cupping your cheeks with him still in your mouth. Knowing you can’t take him all the way only makes coming down from such an intense orgasm, harder. No pun intended.

There’s only a few moments of silence that pass, save the pants and heavy breathing as you both cool off, before he is pulling you onto his lap and kissing you as if he might never get the chance again.

Your flavors mix together, and neither one of you complain about it as you throw your arms around his shoulders, letting yourself cherish each and every moment his lips are on yours. You almost feel tears well up in your eyes as he pulls away.

He looks breathtaking like this, flushed with a slight sheen of sweat coating his pretty face. You reach out to stroke his cheek, and the words seem to fall from his lips without a second thought.

“We can’t go back. To the way things were. I-I don’t want to. And not just sex either-I know you’ve been around for a lot and you’ve seen me do things with girls I’m not proud of but I-”

You shut him up with a kiss that makes his insides do flips, everything he has ever wanted, right here in his arms. You know him, through and through. The mistakes he’s made, the person he has grown to be in such a short time.

“Me too, Caleb.” You nearly whisper back.

You’ve always been his.

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beanzybrandon · 5 years ago

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ABSOLUTE CHAOS WITH PRETTYMUCH (PRETTYBRUNCH Ver.)

A/N: this very quickly became nothing more than a glorified food fight. enjoy, i guess pfft

• there's just something about being with your best friend(s) that can turn the quietest, most shy individuals into the most extroverted people to walk the earth • ‎video chatting with friends has a similar effect, especially when you haven't seen the other party for an extended amount of time • ‎what happens when you combine these two events is nothing short of absolute c h a o s • ‎in this case, the convening pals are you and the prettymuch boys. you had been out of town for a few weeks and wanted to meet up with them when you returned home. they were quick to agree and arranged for you to come over the day following your return (that way you'd have a little bit of time to yourself to relax and unpack your bags) • ‎the friends that the boys are video chatting with?? why it's none other than the beanz • ‎well, I suppose instagram lives don't really count as video chatting but you know what I meAn. it's still a viable form of communication and the absolutely adore interacting with the fandom. life's just been kind of hectic lately and they haven't had the chance to do much of anything with the beanz • ‎now that things have slowed down a bit and one of their closest friends is finally back home, why not do a live?? they all agreed it would be fun and you truly felt as if it would be a nice change of pace, too; interacting with people you love and who love you after weeks upon weeks of nothing but hecticness and disarray sounded like the perfect way to unwind • ‎ after a brief discussion, it was decided that you were to come over later in the morning (not everyone woke up at the same time and having you come over a bit later in the day ensured everyone was awake while also being well-rested) and would help them make brunch • ‎it would give you plenty of time to talk and catch up • ‎,,,, plus, they needed extra help cooking. edwin and brandon had unofficially been placed in charge of handling meals when everyone decided to sit down and eat together and sometimes it got just the teensiest bit tiring • ‎the moment you walked in the front door, though, you could see that things weren't going to be quite as laid back as you had assumed • ‎things were already lively and loud, all of the boys (except for caleb, who had answered the door when you rung the bell) having congregated in the kitchen. • ‎austin and edwin we're talking animatedly amongst each other, trying to set up the live. they were experiencing a series of technical difficulties (that really boiled down to some simple changes in the settings of the former male's phone. brandon and nick had begun to poke through the fridge, mulling over what they wanted to eat for breakfast • ‎it very quickly grew from a peaceful conversation to a loud (albeit friendly) argument over what kinds of breakfast foods were better • ‎you figured it would be best to help settle things between brandon and nick before things escalated further and became a full-blown food fight before you could even start cooking so you scurried over to them first, kicking off your sandals and dropping your bag by the door • ‎when they couldn't come to a decision after another solid minute and a half of conversation, you chose for them • ‎you had been dying for one french toast waffles. pair it with some bacon, fresh fruit, and hash rows and bAm, a whole meal • ‎pleased with your judgment, their bickering quelled • ‎at least for the time being • ‎it wasn't long before austin and edwin began the live and the six of you settled into everything • ‎you, Edwin, and brandon had moved behind the counter to start cooking, caleb was currently tending to music, and austin and nick were reading and responding to the growing stream of comments that trickled in • ‎it was pleasant enough at first. all of you were talking merrily amongst each other and answering whatever questions and comments happened to catch your eye • ‎and then caleb changed the song • ‎the action in and of itself isn't one that would bring about any unpleasant consequences • ‎it was the song itself that was the issue • ‎everyone has a hype song. this one just so happened to be a m u t u a l hype song • ‎meaning the moment everyone recognized what was playing, all hell broke loose • ‎caleb was the first to succumb to the excitement of the song. he had been pretty quiet this far, but the vibrations of the bass sank their talons into his being. he began to mouth the words, then sing along, then scream along as he gradually shifted out of his seat and began to dance • ‎nick followed suit shortly thereafter • ‎hip roll nation™ • catch half the boys jumping around and yelling 'Aye AYe aYe aYE ayE!" at the top of their lungs • it's like a frat party without the booze and loud freshmen • ‎brandon swayed along to the beat, eyes fluttering shut as he raised the whisk in his hand up to his mouth so that he could use it as a makeshift microphone • ‎which is fun, sure, but probably not the brightest thing to do when said whisk was just in a bowl of waffle batter • ‎needless to say, the front of his shirt was now caked in the liquid • ‎did he notice, though?? of course not • ‎because now he's got a whole performance going on and he's putting everything he's got into it • ‎which means he's really bustin down now. he's singing at the top of his lungs, he's hitting those runs, he's whipping around and throwing it back • ‎this also means that he has flung copious amounts of batter all over?? everyone?? • ‎this goes unnoticed by most but lordy lordy, he managed to get some in caleb's hair and that is a federal offense • ‎you k n o w the moment he feels a glob of sticky flour land in his hair he's gonna throw whatever he gets his hands-on • ‎given that there's an open container of eggs laying nearby and they fit so perfectly in the palm of his hand, it only makes sense that one is going to be airborne • he's huffin' and puffin', eyes firey as he lets out an exasperated "I know you didn't just-" and yeets the egg • ‎nothing ever works out the way they're intended, though, so it doesn't hit his initial target • ‎no, no, of course, it didn't • ‎you know who it d i d hit, though? • ‎y o u • ‎and you know what you're wearing?? • ‎a brand new shirt that is hands down the most comfortable article of clothing you own • ‎and now its sticky and wet and smells absolutely horrid • ‎and you know what you feel now?? • ‎nothing but pure, unadulterated rage. the fire of one thousand suns is blazing through your veins and you want nothing more than r e v e n g e • ‎aight, it isn't that intense but you reacted before you had the opportunity to process what had happened and develop a proper plan of action • ‎so, yeah, you started throwing food back • ‎you didn't settle for an egg or a spoonful of waffle batter • ‎you peeled open the lid of the whipped cream container that rested on the counter and sunk your hand in, scooping out as much of the sticky substance as you possibly could • ‎and, unlike some people, y o u d i d n t m i s s • ‎meaning that caleb is getting a face full of that sugary goodness • ‎by this point, no one is really paying attention to the comments on the live anymore (which were going insane, by the way. if everyone who viewed the live got a dollar every time someone said "hit edwin with the banana," they'd be rich) • ‎it wasn't long before all six of you were engaged in a battle of sustenance • ‎in layman's terms, a food fight • ‎it was?? horrible?? • ‎for a solid ten minutes, there was nothing in the air but choked cries and mushy food • ‎austin had managed to crawl onto the bar and was raining food down on everyone (quite the feat, actually, given how tall he is. if the ceiling were much lower, you were sure his head would have scraped the top of it). brandon and edwin had abandoned their positions beside you in favor of hiding behind the cabinets • ‎when their wooden shields didn't offer up enough protection, they sought out the lids of pots and pans for extra assistance • ‎caleb had armed himself in the hopes of deterring anyone from coming at him with more food • ‎his weapon of choice?? the kitchen towel, which he had wound tightly and was flicking at people whenever they got too close or looked like they were taking aim at him • ‎nick had taken up residence under the sink, hoping to wait out the fight • ‎which took an exceptional amount of time • ‎it wasn't until you had gone through about half of the food in the refrigerator that most of you came to your senses and called a truce • ‎it took a bit longer for the others to follow suit (cough cough, caleb and brandon cough cough) but they sooner calmed down as well • ‎the six of you could do nothing more than part for a while, faces flushed and hearts thumping erratically • when you cast your gaze across the room to the five men that were still strewn about like forgotten socks, you couldn't do much more than laugh • it reverberated off the walls, making everyone's bones rattle as warm grins split across their faces • it wasn't long before they, too, began to laugh • everyone but nick, that is • when the loud cries that tore themselves from everyone's throats had subsided into joyous laughter and lighthearted banter, he quietly crawled out from under the sink and stood, brushing as much food off of his clothing as possible • "hey, guys?" he'd chime, brows furrowing and lips drawing themselves into a thin line • "what are we gonna do about breakfast?" • all of you shared a look before moving toward the front door • you could shower and change later, you decided. none of you had been given the chance to eat and food was a lot more important than a few stains • no one noticed that austin's phone had been left on the counter, nor that the live stream hadn't ended.

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angelicarreaga · 6 years ago

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Jello | Z.K

Request: I love your writing you’re bomb af, could you do a Zion imagine where you’re real good friends and you both flirt all the time and try to make the other real jello ;) all the time and he sees you grinding on some guy and gets real mad and it ends with some smutty shit? ;*

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Slight smut I guess but it’s not well written LOL I didn’t go all out because it was already long but if you want a part 2 that’s just smutty I can MAYBE try writing it

A/n: I know I usually write these as blurbs but I wanted this one to be a little longer so I’m posting it as a “full” imagine! I like this one a lot but I’m not very good at writing full on smut so it’s more just suggestive than anything but I hope you still like it!! :)

Your friendship with Zion was probably one of the most complicated ones you’ve ever had in your life. Since you guys met each other, there was an instant connection, and the constant flirting convinced the other boys that you were going to end up together.

They would always tease Zion, saying how he’s whipped for you or how he needs to grow a pair and ask you out. On your side, you were always flirting back, with subtle teasing and smiles that drove him crazy.

The weird part was, neither of you ever said anything. Even though you knew you had feelings for Zion, you often tried to deny the fact that they were even there at all. It was a constant game of trying to talk yourself out of it. You didn’t know if it was out of fear, but it was.

With this strange friendship came along a lot of jealousy, and it was almost like an unspoken game that both of you were always making the other jealous, knowing they couldn’t really be angry. Although neither of you ever got into serious relationships, you still both felt a hint of jealousy when the other would flirt or have a fling with someone else.

Tonight there was a party at the house for Edwin’s birthday, and you were in your room getting ready before everyone started showing up.

You had finished your hair and makeup and stood by your closet, flipping through everything trying to look for something to wear. Your eyes landed on the red dress you remembered wearing a little while ago, specifically one Zion said he loved on you.

You smirked to yourself as you pulled it off the hanger, sliding it onto you and adjusting it in the mirror, feeling satisfied with how you looked.

You made your way to the boys’ house early since they wanted your help setting up and just wanted to see you early, so you happily agreed.

You turned the door handle, knowing it was unlocked and let yourself in, calling for the boys just to let them know it was you that had walked in.

“In the kitchen!” Edwin called, and you kicked off your shoes and held them in your hand as you scurried over to the kitchen, finding all of the boys surrounding the table with snacks sprawled out everywhere.

Zion looked up at you quickly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you, but he averted his gaze when he realized that you noticed.

“We’re eating good tonight I see,” you commented, walking over to them and examining the contents on the table.

“We wanna feed them the good shit,” Brandon nodded.

“I brought you a present, Ed,” you smiled, handing over the gift bag you had brought with you, “but I don’t want you to open it yet.”

“You didn’t have to get me a present,” he grinned as he walked over to you and enveloped you in a huge hug.

“I wanted to,” you smiled, ruffling his hair slightly.

You walked out to the living room, trying to move the furniture around so that it would be spacious enough for people to stand, dance and sit wherever they pleased.

“Edwin did you get decorations I wanna go all out,” you laughed, calling back to him.

As Edwin was shouting his reply, Zion walked in holding a bunch of balloons, and they surrounded him as he passed you some, asking you where you should put them.

You spread them out in the room, feeling Zion’s eyes follow you every time you moved.

“Who you trying to impress tonight?” he asked suddenly, making you turn back from where you were standing to face him, noticing a playful sparkle in his eye that he often had when he spoke to you.

“No one in particular,” you shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing as if you had forgotten.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, taking a step closer to you. You were able to smell his cologne and feel his warm breath on you because of his proximity, and your breath caught for a moment before composing yourself.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “what? Think you’re special?”

“Not at all,” he smirked.

“Good,” you smiled, walking out of the room, smiling to yourself as you felt his eyes on you again.

The party was in full swing, almost everyone who was coming had already shown up except for a select few that decided to come super late.

Everyone had been drinking, and the music blared throughout the house, everyone laughing, dancing and having a good time together.

You usually weren’t one for house parties, but thankfully because Edwin was hosting, you knew most of the people who were there, which made you slightly more comfortable. You were feeling tipsy, but had not yet crossed that line, you weren’t planning on getting plastered, you knew you would have to be the mom for the night to the boys anyway.

You stood with Brandon and Nick, dancing stupidly to the loud music that was playing, both of them much more drunk than you were, but you found it amusing. As you danced with them, you looked over to Zion, who was standing with a beautiful girl. Your heart sped up at the sight but you quickly looked back at the boys in front of you, knowing you had no reason or right to be jealous.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink,” you said loudly to the boys so they could hear you over the music, and you earned a thumbs up from Brandon before you started making your way back to the kitchen.

“Why is Edwin so popular,” you whispered to yourself as you slithered your way through the piles of people, passing Zion on your way there, trying not to let your eyes linger on him for too long.

You sat at the island for a moment, sighing slightly due to the relief you felt from being off your feet. The heels you had put on were starting to take a toll on you.

Your eyes scanned the room, noting everyone around you, listening in on some conversations. You mingled there for a while and once you were finished your drink, you decided to head back to where everyone was dancing.

As you were walking to Brandon and Nick someone stopped you. You took in his tan skin and full lips as you looked up at him, his smile charming. You knew you had seen him before, but you couldn’t remember a name for the life of you.

“Wanna dance?” he offered.

You were going to turn him down, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw Zion’s hands on another girls waist, you turned back with a grin, nodding your head enthusiastically.

The boy smiled sweetly at you, taking your hand and guiding you through the pile of writhing bodies, all pushing and bumping against each other as they danced and sang along to a song you didn’t recognize, but liked anyway.

You began trying to move your body to the rhythm of the music, the boy in front of you doing the same. You felt slightly self conscious, but not uncomfortable. You loved dancing, and he didn’t seem super creepy, so you were fine.

When he placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer, you didn’t decline, taking a step closer and putting a hand on his shoulder as you continued swaying your hips back and forth, just enjoying the casual moment.

He took your hand and twirled you around, making you laugh as he ended up behind you, his hands still firmly grasping your hips as you danced, words not being spoken between the two of you since the music was too loud.

You were able to see Zion now, who had his gaze fixed on you until your eyes met him, making him turn away quickly like he did earlier that day. He didn’t want to show that he cared. He didn’t want you to know he felt something burning up inside him when he saw you with another guy, his hands roaming your body.

You started grinding against him, moving your body against his as he did the same back to you, and you laughed at the moment, knowing it was nothing serious.

You still weren’t super drunk, but the room was spinning slightly, making everything more amusing than it should have been.

You made a point to grind against the guy more, occasionally glancing over at Zion to see if he was looking, which he was. For a fleeting second you felt bad for using this boy to make Zion jealous, but he was still having fun without knowing that.

The song ended and you laughed, turning back to face the boy and thanking him for the dance.

“That was fun,” you smiled to him.

“It was, maybe save me another before the end of the night?” he asked, his eyes quickly sweeping over your figure before coming back to meet your eyes.

“Maybe,” you smiled before walking away from him, approaching Zion but passing him as if you didn’t even notice he was there. You knew that always got to him.

You felt a hand grab your arm lightly, and when you turned around you saw it was Zion, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you, not saying a word for a few moments.

“What?” you asked, waiting for him to say something instead of just stare at you.

“What the hell was that?” he asked loudly, referring to what he just witnessed on the “dance floor”.

“What the hell was what?” you questioned, acting oblivious even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Grinding with some dude you don’t even know!” he exclaimed, “Y/n he could have been a creep or like try to follow you home or something.”

“I’m staying here tonight anyway,” you shrugged, ignoring the rest of his comment.

“That’s not the point!” he said, throwing his hands up, “I don’t want grimy dudes touching you like that it’s gross.”

“Why do you care, Zion?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow as you took a step closer to him, a playful smirk starting to form on your face.

“Fuck outta here,” he said, throwing his head back as he let out a laugh, not wanting to admit that he was jealous. He tried to play it off as looking out for you, but you knew the real reason he brought it up to you.

One of your favorite songs came on and you jumped excitedly, dancing subtly in front of him.

“Are you....jealous?” you said quietly.

“Not even a little,” he lied, watching you dance, admiring the way your body moved in the dress you were wearing.

“So you mean, you weren’t mad when I was doing this?” you teased, turning around and pushing your butt up to Zion, moving it around to the beat of the song that was playing.

“Not at all,” he replied, trying to be stubborn. He tried not to touch you, but eventually couldn’t help himself, his hands grazing up your body and landing on your hips, bringing them closer to him.

You smiled to yourself, knowing you had won as you continued dancing with him, eventually turning around to face him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.

“You sure you weren’t jealous?” you teased.

“Y/n you can do what you want I’m not jealous,” he persisted, his voice totally unconvincing.

You moved your hand from his shoulder down his torso, landing on his crotch as you started palming him through the jeans he was wearing, making his let out a loud gasp since he wasn’t expecting it.

“Would you be mad if I did that to someone else?” you whispered into his ear, making his hair on his neck stand up.

“No,” he lied, and at this point he knew that you knew he was lying, he was just keeping it up for show. He tried not to show that he liked what you were doing, but when he let out a slight moan, he knew you wouldn’t let that down.

“Wanna go to your room?” you asked, moving your hand away, taking his large hand in yours.

“Yeah let’s do that,” he nodded, “to talk?”

“To talk,” you winked, walking to the staircase that led to his bedroom. You heard Brandon hollering behind you, making you roll your eyes as you continued.

You shut the door behind you, pushing Zion towards his bed where he sat down, looking up at you as you stood in front of him. His eyes scanned your face and body again, admiring how good you looked.

You hands found his shoulders again as you straddled him, your hands going down his torso as you grinded against him slightly, making his breathing heavier.

“You look so good in that dress,” he said, his hands going up and down your body, eventually resting on your thighs that he gripped tightly. “But I think you would look better with it off.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, your lips making their way to his neck, lingering there before moving up to his jaw, making his head fall back.

His hand reached behind you, fiddling with the zipper of your dress before pulling it down, making you smile at him.

You played with the bottom of his shirt, putting your hands under it momentarily before pulling it off him, your eyes lingering on his body.

“Like what you see?” he asked, kissing your collarbones as he gently moved the dress of your shoulder, starting to pull it down.

“Maybe,” you teased, moving down to his pants.

You both stood up, him removing his jeans as you kicked off the dress that was still resting on your bottom half.

Zion laid you on the bed, hovering over you as he kissed down your body, making you shiver slightly. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I really want to kiss you,” he muttered as he looked at your lips.

“So do it,” you urged, pulling him down closer as you attached your lips to his, his mouth immediately opening, your mouths and tongues moving together as you felt the heat of his body against yours.

He pulled away from you, grinning at you as he continued kissing down your body, nipping slightly at your boobs and then your inner thighs, making you gasp unexpectedly.

As his lips moved down your hips, his finger lightly touched you over your panties, and you looked down at him as he smiled suggestively.

He moved his finger in circles on your clit, making you moan slightly at the feeling of friction. Your hips bucked up, wanting more as he chuckled at how you finally melted into his fingertips, something he never thought would happen.

He finally pulled down your underwear, and you felt his warm breath as he didn’t touch you, making you want him even more.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he said to you, his hands running down your bare legs.

“Give me all you got, Kuwonu,” you smirked, “but I don’t know how much longer I can wait so hurry.”

He laughed at you before finally giving you what you were ready to beg for.

#zion kuwonu #zion kuwonu imagine #zion kuwonu smut #zion kuwonu x reader #zion x reader #prettymuch #prettymuch imagine #pm #pm imagine #pretty much #brandon arreaga #edwin honoret #nick mara #austin porter #beanz #imagine #blissfulbrandon

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austinp0rt3r · 6 years ago

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Haircut • Austin Porter (Drabble)

PLOT: Austin decides to cut his hair on his own. Y/N knew it was a bad idea.

Warnings: cussing ? once ?

One more strand and I'm done.

No matter how many times Austin repeated that to himself, he never felt as if his hair was short enough. His fingers were already getting tired of holding the scissors up and his arm couldn't hold itself up anymore. He still had to cut half of it.

The idea of cutting his hair had been running around his mind for a while now, but he never got himself to do it. Today was the day, and it would have been fine if he had just gone to a barber's shop as everyone does, or at least had called a friend to do it. But no, Austin thought he was capable of "using scissors on himself" (he totally was not, by the way.), and now he was regretting his stupid choice of doing it alone.

He was listening to one of his songs, Teacher, while he tried to fix what he had done. And when the "I can make you feel like Tinashe" part came on, he snarkly said that he did not feel like Tinashe at all. Which was a hundred percent understandable.

Once he realised he wouldn't be able to finish cutting his hair on his own, he decided to call his girlfriend for help.

Around twenty minutes later, Y/N arrived to his house with two hamburguers and a smile on her face, which immediately faded when she saw her boyfriend.

"What the fuck happened to you?" She asked with a disgusted expression on her face.

Austin felt really bad when he saw how she looked at him, so he looked down to the floor. As soon as Y/N realised that the boy was about to cry, she quickly got a hold of the instruments she needed to fix that boy's hair, and got to work.

When she was done, she handed over a mirror to Austin and waited for a reaction. He timidly raised the plastic thing and grinned after he saw his reflection. His hair was normal-looking and he couldn't be more thankful.

"I don't know what I'd do without you" Austin commented while kissing Y/N.

"You'd probably have no hair."

"Oh, shut up!"

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bessonsunset · 6 years ago

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Can you write something about your friend dragging you to see pm ( they aren’t that big and are just playing in a cafe place ish ) and you don’t know much about them but you go with her anyway just for the company and enjoy music and Brandon spots you and can’t stop looking at you and you ask your friend which one is he and towards the end of the night you keep flirting and eye contact and whatever and then when you leave to the bathroom he follows and things happen

val’s side note: YETH OMG THIS- wow. hot.🥵 i swear i am a child of god.

Ever since Would You Mind came out, your friend became obsessed with PRETTYMUCH, you ended up learning all their songs due to her repeating them almost everyday. You knew they were all cute boys who knew how to dance and sing, but you weren’t that much into them.

Your friend tells you about this little gig that they’re doing and she doesn’t want to go alone, so you gladly agree to join her, cause why not. Once you were there, you were in the front, as your friend wanted to be there super early to get the best spots. The little cafe starts filling up with fans and you can feel the hype start rushing through your friend and you. Popular songs that they like blasting through the speakers, everyone cheering and screaming, great vibes. If you were being honest, you don’t understand why you’re excited too but you don’t mind, it’s as if your gut’s telling you that this night might be exciting.

The boys come out and as soon as they do, your eyes are instantly glued on one of them. You had always found him the most attractive but didn’t pay that much attention, but right now, it was all you could focus on. ‘Holy crap, who’s that?’ You ask your friend giddily, pointing him out as he was dancing. ‘Ohhh, him? That’s Brandon. Wait… OH. MY. GOD. Are you into him??’ Your friend shouts as she notices how the blush starts creeping through your cheeks and you smile like a fool. ‘I mean… I might be’ You say as you’re checking him out and you swore that he was too.

Damn, was the boy hot. The rest of the concert you keep on exchanging glances with him, you danced to their songs and sang them loud enough to make sure that you were getting his attention. ‘Okay, this is getting weird now. Please tell me that I’m not going insane, cause I could swear that Brandon was looking at you the entire show’ Your friend says after they finish their last song and get off the stage. ‘Well, we were pretty close to them and I was practically eye-fucking him. So, there might be a possibility’ Rush flowing through your veins.

You decide to go the bathroom to wash your face, you could feel that someone was following you. You turn around and there he was, Brandon Arreaga was following you to the bathroom, what a good story to tell your friend. Although you were excited to see him there, the question was floating in your head, what was he doing there?.

‘Um.. Hi, I’m Brandon’ He scratches his head, blushing a little. ‘Hi Brandon, I’m Y/N’ You smile shyly at him, waiting for him to continue. ‘I don’t know if you noticed, but I couldn’t get my eyes off you during the show and I thought you were doing the same. So, I thought maybe I could get your number… Of course, if you want to’ He rambles and your heart’s pounding against your chest. ‘Absolutely, I wouldn’t mind at all, and yeah… I was checking you out too, I find you really attractive actually’ You couldn’t believe your own words, but you were glad you got it off your chest cause next thing you knew, his lips were crashing against yours.

You didn’t know what you were getting into, but whatever this was, you were enjoying it. His hands were grabbing your waist, while his lips hungrily kissed yours. Your hands running wild through his hair. Both of you break the kiss to catch a breath, but he wasn’t letting go that easy and neither were you. Brandon opens the bathroom door, you both get inside and he locks it. Kissing again, you start rubbing your hand against his crotch, the bulge growing in his pants made you want even more. You bend on your knees, he starts unzipping his pants as he lets his d*ck all to you. You don’t hesitate and took him in your mouth as your hands pumped what was left of him. Your movements become sloppier as you could feel how he was close to his release, his hands are on your hair, making you go further. ‘Babe, I...’ His breath hitched and he came, you swallowed and licked your lips proudly. He helps you stand up, brushing your hair slightly, face blushed, swollen lips and tangled hair, that’s what you call a view.

‘I guess I’ll give you my number now’ You giggle slightly as you try to fix your hair a little. ‘Yeah, that would be lovely-’ Before he gets to say anything else, you hear a knock on the door. ‘Y/N, are you there? You okay?’ Your friend calls from outside, and you could see Brandon was starting to get nervous. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got this, just go with the flow’ He nods. ‘Yes, I’m fine! Give me a minute and I’ll see you outside, okay?’ You shout to your friend. ‘Fine. But don’t take too long cause I’m starving!’ She says and with that, she’s gone. ‘As I was saying,’ Brandon unlocks his phone and hands it to you so you could add your number ‘it would be amazing to actually get to know each other. I’m into you, Y/N’. You finish typing your number and smile at him, ‘Perhaps we should Brandon, and maybe you could help me and let my friend meet Zion, as a thank you gift?’ You say as you unlock the bathroom door and head outside, Brandon following your steps. ‘If it wasn't for her, this wouldn’t have happened’ You say as you think of your friend and how you couldn’t be more thankful that she dragged you here. ‘If that means I’ll get to see you again, then you bet’ He winks and pecks you goodbye. Eventful day if you may say so yourself.

#val.writes #WELL #HAHAHAHAH #hope you like it #concepts #asks #brandon #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga imagine #brandon arreaga x reader #brandon arreaga smut #prettymuch

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