You couldn’t believe it. How it all happened made no sense. You and Z had been over for about 6 weeks when you’d gotten a call that he’d been an accident.
He was “fine” but kinda banged up. Your break up was hard. You loved him, but you both fought like crazy and he was just as insecure as you. The last fight you had was for sure the worst.
It started over a girl at the store flirting with him in front of you. You wanted him to make some sort of gesture to show he wasn’t interested and he didn’t. He actually flirted back. You’d been fighting for an hour. A few of the boys tried to come in and defuse the situation, but failed. In a moment of anger he told you that you were right and should be scared, cause he could do better.
After that you just couldn’t get over it. You broke things off and cut all communication. He texted you telling you he was sorry, that what he said wasn’t true and he’d never meant it. You knew he wasn’t lying, but also there was truth to it. He could find someone better. So you thought the most fair thing to do was let him.
But here you were standing at his door. Knocking at 2 in the afternoon after leaving work. You needed to make sure he was ok with your own eyes.
When he opened the door the look on his face was unreadable.
“I um, I heard about an accident and I just wanted to make sure you were ok. You look fine and your car does too so, I’m um- I’m gonna just go.”
“No, wait... I was in an accident. I wasn’t driving, but gotta little banged up.” He stretched out his arm showing you the black cast around his arm. You reached out touching it gently.
“Oh Z, did it hurt? Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I’m alright, really sore. Need a massage but ain’t no way I’m letting these guys do it.”
“Well I mean, I can do it. If you really need it.”
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
“Zi, it’s fine. You know I like taking care- well I mean I used to. I used to like taking care of you and stuff. It’s not a big deal.”
You volunteered before you could even think twice. Mentally cursing yourself the further into the house you got. When you go to his room he sat on the end of the bed. You slipped off your shoes walking up to stand between his legs. Reaching for his shirt pulling it over his head. Once it was over his head he looked up at you. His brown eyes searching yours for some sort of answer to all your problems.
You looked away and walked towards his bathroom grabbing lotion. You put some on your hands and rubbed them together to warm them before taking your place in from of him again and rubbing your hands over his shoulders. You started to massage out the tension his head falling forward to rest on your chest, small moans leaving his mouth. After a minute or two he rested his hands on your waist and slowly pulled you closer to his body.
“Feels really really good mamas.”
You could feel him slowly feeling his way up your body and sliding his hands under your shirt. First running your hips, then slowly sliding his hands up. As his touch rose up you could feel your shirt rising with it and he started leaving small kisses on your exposed skin.
You knew you should have stopped him, but you couldn’t. You missed his touch. Your hands traveled up his neck and to his face pulling it away from your skin to look at you. You could never say no to his eyes, they got you every damn time. As you leaned down he reached up kissing you slowly going from your lips to your neck.
“Thank you for coming to check on me baby.”
He pulled you down onto the bed. Falling back into his sheets as he hovered over you kissing any skin he could find.
“ I want you so bad baby. Do you still want me?”
You quickly nodded your head yes. “Can you tell me? Tell me you want me baby.”
“I do Z, I really do. I want you still.”
“Let’s get you out of these clothes then.”
With every piece of clothing shed you silenced the voice inside telling you this was a mistake. How could he be a mistake? You were snapped out of your thoughts by his touch. He kissed your shoulder and forehead as he laid you back parting your thighs settling between them. He moaned into your mouth as he slid into you.
“Jesus baby, always feel so good. Always look so beautiful.”
That was all you had to say. He knew what you wanted and needed from him. He shifted up sitting back on his knees and slightly slid you up to him. Pinning your hips to the mattress he snapped his hips hard and deep until you were so lost in pleasure you were screaming his name.
You could feel him hitting places deep in you that you weren’t sure he ever had. Loud strangled moans flowed out of your mouth as you tried to grab hold of anything and everything all at once.
“Stop squirming baby, just enjoy it. I can tell your feeling good.”
“God Z, it’s just so good. You’re so good. I can’t take much more baby.”
You felt him pull out, relief flooding you. Until you felt him pulling your thighs over his shoulders and then his mouth on you. Your hand immediately tangling into his dreads.
“Fuck Z. I told you I can’t, I can’t take it.”
You could feel him smiling against you. The one thing you always did right together was this. It was the only time you were on the same page.
“Damn it mamas, always taste so good. Gonna be a good girl for me? Gonna ride me like you used to?”
You nodded slowly sitting up and crawling over to where he sat against the headboard. You slowly sunk down and slowly moved your hips. His grip tightened around you as he put his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He leaned into you as he whispered his warning
“Don’t play with me baby, move that little ass faster before I turn you over and take you as hard as I really want to.”
You immediately sped up your pace knowing he wouldn’t hesitate too. You had to keep some sort of control in the situation. You couldn’t take much more then he’d already given you.
You eventually ended up exactly how he’d warned. Turning your head you realized you could see him, watch his every move, he realized the mirror on his dresser gave you a perfect view. He snapped his hips harder and quicker.
“Look at you baby, look at yourself. Look how good you take it.” Your moans were loud and never ending as you both came moments later. He tried to pull you closer to his body once he settled beside you, but he could tell you were hesitant to come closer to him.
When you finally sat up a few minutes later he watched you intently as you put your clothes on.
“I meant what I said, you look really beautiful.”
“Thanks, I’ve been working out pretty hard. Lost some weight, that’s probably why.”
“No mamas, you’ve always been beautiful. I’ve always told you that.”
“Well you also told me you could get someone better too so, yeah.”
“I was an asshole. I’m sorry.”
“Its ok, I um- I should go. I’m glad you’re ok though.”
“It’s not ok, let me make it up to you please. You could stay here.”
“I don’t know Z. This, we- we weren’t supposed to do this. I just came to see if you were ok.”
“But maybe, just maybe this is what was supposed to happen. You know I been missin you.”
“I’ve missed you too. But I don’t miss the fights and the hurtful words. I don’t miss the insecurities on both our parts.”
“I need time to think about it. Okay?”
“I guess let me walk you out then.”
He got up throwing on some shorts and took you rhand in his as he led you through the house. Approaching the living room a red flush hit your cheeks as you saw all 4 boys sitting in the living room.
“Told you it was her” Brandon let out a little laugh.
“Cut the shit bro.” Z snapped quickly.
“Zion were just teasing, happy to see you working shit out is all.”
“Yeah well shit ain’t changed so, just chill.”
“Whatchu mean, you sure as hell sounded like you were getting along a few minutes ago.” Nick let out with a huge laugh.
You literally wanted the world to open up swallow you as you walked through the living room.
“Bro can y’all just stop, you’re not making this any better.”
A sorry came out all in unison.
You knew they meant well, they were just fucking with you. But you could tell Zion was tense, you were tense. You both had so much to think about. Would it actually be any different, could you honestly walk out of the house and drive away from him.
“I was thinking maybe um, maybe I could stay?”
His head turning to look back at you. The sweet smile on your face was all he needed to see to make the tension melt away.
“Yeah that’s cool. Let’s get you into something more comfortable then baby.”
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