#prettymuch preference

BRANDON (I would like to wear this shirt thanks):

“I think she miss me, she goin undercover just so she can kiss me-”

“Ma, that is the only song you’ve listened to since the EP came out.” You turned to look at your boyfriend as you sat at the kitchen island with a shy smile.

“It’s my favorite, babe. You sound so good on the track too!” You reached out to press your hand against his cheek. He grabbed that hand and pressed it against his lips.

“Thank you, my honey.” He deliberately winked at you, making your jaw drop, and him giggling in response.

“Brandon, you know I didn’t mean to right?” He placed his hands on your waist now as he towered over you.

“I know I’m glad you did, you looked so pretty, and tasted so sweet, my honey.” His hands moved down to squeeze your thighs and you were now under his spell.

“When you talk to me like that, I think of Corpus Christi. It’s sensual and...naughty.” You whispered to your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip and pulled you onto your feet.

“Oh, you like being naughty, princess?” His lips went to nip on your neck and you were long gone.

“Only for you.” You said with a dazed grin as your hands latched onto his arms.

“For who, honey?”

“For daddy.” His hand shot straight to cup your core through your sleep shorts. His finger began rubbing and created a sweet friction for your clit.

“Should Daddy make you squirt that sweet honey in your shorts?” He groaned into your ear and you bucked your hips up.

“Yes. Please Daddy, please make me a mess.” His unoccupied hand moved itself to grip you by the back of your neck. His busy hand busied its way to your wet bare lower lips.

“You already are, my honey.” You moaned with a satisfied smile at his words and his touch.

“I want you to ruin me.” You whispered against his lips and he responded with a harsh kiss. His hands pushed your ass against the island and began removing your clothing. You shivered with delight as the cold air met your heated body.

“I love you.” Brandon proclaimed, as he slowly descended to his knees. Your thighs twitched with excitement as he spread them apart.

“I love you too baby.” Brandon wasn’t one to tease. Which you recognized as a true blessing when his wet lips met your wetter ones. His hands remained, pressing you by your hips against the counter. You sighed in heavenly bliss with his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. You began huffing and puffing, which Brandon noticed.

“Barely even touched on you, honey.” He broke away from your heat to look up at you with those wide eyed brown eyes. You whined and ran your hand through your hair.

“I know! I get too worked up.” This admission made Brandon smirk mischievously.

“Guess I’ll just have to make you cum…more than once.” He tapped on your sensitive clit, making your thighs shake at not only his words, but his movements as well.

“Brandon, I can’t take-”

“You’re about to take me down your throat if you don’t correct yourself.” He rose to his full height with a hand wrapped around your neck. You gasped at his switch in demeanor. His other hand stayed toying with your clit while your noses touched.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, but that takes so much out of me.” You pleaded with Brandon. His lips encaptured yours in a sinfully sweet kiss. His tongue found yours and simultaneously sped up his ministrations on your pussy. His hand left your throat and found its own place cradling your lower back. He welcomed your moans into his mouth to silence your climax. You squeezed on his biceps as your body became undone in his embrace. “Fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit and proceeded to submerge two fingers inside of you.

“Cum one more time, honey.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You couldn’t respond in a full sentence, so you hoped your gasps and whimpers sufficed. You felt Brandon’s joggers rubbing up against your thigh, well, more of what was inside of those joggers. You forced a shaky hand to reach into the front of his joggers to jerk him off.

“So, fucking, big.” You cooed to your boyfriend.

“All for you, my honey. Isn’t that right?” It was his turn to shake, it was all in his voice from the pleasure he was receiving.

“Yes, daddy, just how I like it.” You placed a kiss to his jaw and raised your hips in time with his fingers moving quicker in your heat.

“Pull them down, m’gonna cum.” He grunted in your ear. You could only nod as you were going to do the exact same thing. You lazily tugged down the waistband of his joggers, but it was enough for his cock to find its way out.

“Fucking hell! I’m cumming!” You cried, throwing your head back.

“Right behind you.” Brandon’s lips landed on your exposed neck, sucking harshly against your skin. You felt a flood of wetness in between your thighs as you basked in your orgasm. Your hands fell back from Brandon’s body to support yourself against the island. “Look…honey.” Brandon’s soft coo ushered you out of your daze. Your gaze fell down to your lower half to find you splattered with not only Brandon’s cum, but your cascading release moving down to your knees as well.

“Brandon…I cannot even move right now, let alone admire cum.”

AUSTIN: (IMAGINE BEING A FAWTHA)

“Y/N, I said we could try, I just don’t know if I’ll succeed. And then I’ll feel bad.” Austin whined as your hot kisses spread onto his naked chest.

“Worst case scenario, we’ll both still cum. I won’t be upset, baby. Please! I believe in your abilities to make me weak in the knees like jello.” You winked up at him from your place on his chest. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Well, I’m gonna need you to switch your position, lemme sit up and you sit between my legs...on your knees.” You made an ‘o’ with your lips and quickly did as told. You felt Austin’s soft fingertips slide your nightie straps down your shoulders and his lips proceeded to take their place on your skin. His fingers then traveled to hike the lower half up over your thighs. Your breasts on full display but your heat partially hidden.

“Austin, it’s so chilly.” You teased, tracing your breasts with your manicured nails. His hands immediately encompassed your heaving nipples, anxious for attention.

“The heat’s just kicking on.” He whispered as he began rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. Your hands gripped his thighs as he continued his sweet torture on your body.

“Austin, please.” You begged, pleading for attention to your core.

“You want me to touch this?” One hand left your breast and a single finger slid up your slick slit. You shivered in response and nodded.

“Mhmm. Please baby.” You whimpered as his finger repeated the motion.

“This pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it baby?” You whined and nodded.

“Yes, it belongs to you! Please daddy!” You leaned your head back against his chest so you could see his reaction.

“If I didn’t promise that I’d make you squirt, I would literally pin you down and rail you into this bed.” He whispered harshly which made you wetter.

“Daddy...please touch your pussy.” You begged once more. His finger quickly went to work on your clit. You bucked your hips quickly against his hand.

“You’re so wet, I barely have to move, and my finger is slipping so well.” He submerged two fingers inside of you and let his thumb take charge on your sensitive bud. You grabbed his cheek with one hand and pressed your forehead against the side of his face.

“Fuck! Just like that!” You cried in bliss, loving how he touched you and talked to you. You gasped as he added a third finger to your greedy core.

“Wide open for daddy, huh?” You could feel his erection digging into your spine and it turned you on more than anything.

“I’m gonna fuckin cum!” You cried out like a pornstar, but it seemed to push Austin to go faster.

“Cum then baby, lemme see you cum.” He whispered darkly to you. Your hand slapped over the one buried inside you as you came. But Austin knew his duty for the night.

“I can’t, Austin.” You shakily whined as his fingers pushed against your resistance. His free hand pressed against your throat.

“Aww, what about, ‘Daddy, make me squirt tonight?’, now you can’t take it baby?” He teased you as his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, despite his grip on your neck.

“After this, I’m gonna cum inside you, Y/N. Because you’ll be so wet, I won’t be able to pull out.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you quite literally humped his fingers.

“Daddy, I-I-” Austin’s fingers retracted from you and he quickly flipped your body over.

“Be good for Daddy and cum.” His hand curled firmly around your throat and his other palm began harshly rubbing against your clit. You cried out quite loudly as you climaxed for the final time that evening. It was the final time because all you saw was white, but you felt the wetness raining upon your skin, and undoubtedly Austin’s as well.

“Holy shit.” You gasped as waves of pleasure overtook every nerve you could feel in your body.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay.” Austin’s soft tone followed the removal of his hand from your wetness. You felt him press his lips around your tummy as your breathing was accelerated. “Open your eyes, baby.” His voice held nothing but kindness and innocence, despite what just occurred on the very same bed.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You whispered, opening your eyes to see your wet thighs and lower lips pressed together. Austin chuckled as he licked his hand.

“No, I can’t believe you just did that, baby.”

ZION:

“I’m…a little fucked up.” You giggled as Zion pressed a kiss to your forehead. The haze in the room supported your statement. You and Zion we’re enjoying a good old smoke sesh and hotboxing your bedroom.

“And that’s just fine baby.” His singular kiss turned to a kiss on your cheek, your neck, behind your ear, and one long one to your lips. “I am a little fucked up too.” He chuckled at his own imitation of you. You playfully swatted at his naked chest.

“Baby?” You perked up as you got an idea. Zion looked at you…well it looked like he was trying to through his heavy eyes.

“Yes?” His fingers began playing with yours, an odd fascination he always had with you. Especially when under the influence.

“I have a little request.” You held up your thumb and your pointer finger close together as you giggled once more. Zion sighed and pressed his forehead to your shoulder.

“What does the queen request?” You stifled your laughter so you could speak clearly.

“Can I be on top tonight?” Zion pulled away from your shoulder to look at you with devilish eyes.

“Ohhh, so there’s a tonight?” He licked his lips, while he stared into your eyes, and you wanted to bust.

“Only if I can be on top.” You said in a sing-song tone. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and awaited his answer with a timid smile. You were both sat on your knees, facing each other on your bed, while purple LED’s and throwback R&B were filling your background.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, princess.” Zion held out his hand in a shaking stance. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ohhh, so I’m princess tonight?” You imitated Zion back. He laughed right along with you at that one.

“If I have to sacrifice my position, I need a little motivation.” You nodded and shook his hand, sealing the deal…or your doom.

“Move it then.” You pushed his shoulders so that he would fall down against the bed. His eyes were wide, as he didn’t expect the change to occur so quickly.

“You been practicing or something, princess?” Zion’s hands began tracing circles on your boxer laced hips. You giggled, courtesy of Mary Jane, and began massaging his collarbone and chest area.

“Nope, just been ready to play with you, Daddy.” You stated with pride. Zion’s hands quickly intertwined themselves behind his head and he nodded towards you.

“Then be my guest, princess.” You pressed your hands against his chest, to not only gain balance, but to make sure he didn’t move. You began grinding your clothed privates against each other.

“Daddy…you’re so big.” You moaned out, feeling the whole outline of him spread against you as you moved.

“Bet I’d feel bigger if you let me inside, princess.” He groaned in slight frustration. But Zion knew better. When he allowed you to be on top, you did not appreciate him dominating you. Even if he did disobey once or twice.

“Testing the limits, huh?” You challenged him, making him inhale sharply.

“I’m just makin a suggestion, princess.” You smirked at his response and ceased your grinding. He let out a noise of discontent, but you were quick to shush him. You pulled down his boxers to allow the beast to be unleashed.

“You’re just lucky I want you inside of me just as bad.” You pushed down on your matching boxers to his and flung them off of the bed. You leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to his lips. “Gonna fill me up good, Daddy?” You questioned him. He quickly nodded and you brushed his dreads back off of his hot forehead.

“So good, princess. Take this dick.” He whispered to you, to which you responded with submerging him inside of you. You threw your head back and went to the races on him. You felt his hips thrust up to meet yours, but his hands stayed put clenched together.

“Touch me, Zion.” You commanded him by his name, so he knew you weren’t joking. His hot hands found your bare skin within seconds. One slipped under your bralette and the other gripped your waist.

“Princess, thank you.” He inhaled sharply as your skin began slapping against his. Your jaw dropped when he hit your g-spot and you couldn’t help yourself.

“Rub my clit, Daddy.” You looked Zion directly in his eyes and he knew you meant business. His hand abandoned your breast and he inserted his thumb in his mouth before colliding it with your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted in approval of your decision. You couldn’t respond due to the waves of pleasure you were receiving. You just knew you were close. Your eyes fell closed as you continued bouncing on Zion’s erection. “Lemme see your eyes, princess.” Your heavy eyes opened halfway at his request. But between the high and the pleasure you couldn’t do much more.

“I-I’m gonna cum, daddy.” You alerted your partner. Zion sped up his thumb at this announcement.

“Cum for me, cum all over me, princess.” You let out a high pitched scream in response to your climax, motivated by his words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Zion chanted as he looked down between your bodies. You were releasing so much liquid that it pooled beyond the base of his dick. When he came, he dug his fingernails into your side and you both watched as you pulled off of him and your cum mixed together.

“I mean, you did say cum all over.” You huffed out, pressing your hand to your beating heart. Zion chuckled and squeezed your thighs.

“Glad I said that.”

EDWIN: (WE WANT THE CURLS BACK)

You grabbed a 100 dollar bill out of your purse and handed it to your nail tech, Nani. She smiled sweetly at you in response.

“You know you’re my favorite client, Y/N.” She lifted you out of your chair by your arm gently. You giggled at her words.

“You must say that to all the girls, Nani. But, I am truly grateful for you to squeeze me in today. My boyfriend is coming back today and I don’t know when I’ll have the time next.” You explained as she helped you put your jacket on, not wanting your nails to be destroyed.

“Anytime, anytime, honey. Now, go get your man!” She shooed you out of the shop with a grin. You made your way to your car and pulled out your phone. You pulled up your snap and snapped a bounce video of your new set. You captioned it ‘dulce colored for my dulce 😋🥰’ and proceeded to tag Edwin. You turned up the radio and began your trip home.

You pulled in, surprised that Edwin’s car was already there. You were positive that you were going to beat him home and it made you salty. You huffed as you shut off the car and locked it before going inside.

“Edwin?!” You called with a small smile as you closed the door behind you. You noticed one of the bags that he took with him was by the front door, so he must not have beaten you by much time.

“In the room, baby!” You were quick to discard your purse, sandals, and jacket to make your way to him. You made it to the threshold of your room to see Edwin closing a full drawer with his clothes inside.

“Baby!” You squealed in excitement. Edwin laughed and made his way to you.

“Mi amor.” He spoke softly as he grabbed your waist. Your lips met his for a long overdue kiss. You laced your fingers behind his neck and slowly separated your mouths.

“I was going to say so much, but it’s all just, poof!” You laughed and he joined in.

“That kiss said it all, I promise you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now, show me them nails.” He commanded. You grinned and twinkled your nails in front of him. He tenderly grabbed your wrists and observed the art.

“You like ‘em?” You asked sweetly. Edwin nodded with a smile.

“I love them. I seen your snap for me too.” He linked your fingers together, accentuating the resemblance between his skin tone and the nail color. You would always show Edwin when you got a new set first, mainly because it turned him on beyond anything.

“I thought I’d be home first, so it’d be a little motivation for speed, but…you beat me to it.” You smirked and Edwin mirrored your devilish action.

“Fate knew your tricks and wouldn’t let you play me, amor.” He took your hands and pushed them up against the wall with your body pressed against his.

“No tricks, just aiming to please.” You winked and didn’t move your hands as his dragged down your figure.

“And please you did.” He muttered, unbuttoning the blouse you wore. You let down your arms so that he could remove the clothing. Your bra followed suit and Edwin allowed his preference to be spotlighted.

“I love you…and I missed you.” You spoke of his absence for the first time and this made him harshly press your mouths together as his fingers toyed with your hard nipples. Your hands found solace in his curls in the meantime.

“I missed you so much and I love you even more than that.” He whispered to you with affection. Together, you walked towards your shared bed, and Edwin spun you around so that you could lay out before him. He helped you out of your bottoms before you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re a bit too clothed for this event.” You whined, to which he laughed yet again.

“You’re not wrong, baby.” He quickly discarded his shirt and his jeans. He crawled in between your legs to kiss you again.

“Better.” You caressed his cheek, but it fell away when his face became out of reach as his lips pressed kisses down your abdomen. Your hands settled for his curls once again. He hummed right above your core against your skin, making you shiver. “Edwin, please don’t tease me.” You impatiently begged.

“What if I feel like it?” He looked up at you and winked. You rolled your eyes and tugged downwards on his hair. He scoffed with a chuckle. “A flair for the dramatics, as always.”

“Edwin, shut the-f-fuck!” He interrupted your angry burst with his lips wrapped around your beating clit. You saw that sparkle of evil in his eyes, but you didn’t care. You finally got what you wanted. His hands lifted your hips up so that his neck was more relaxed. Watching his plump lips work on you so sinfully made you moan some more.

“Always got those eyes on me.” Edwin noted teasingly before delving back into your core with his tongue. You nodded and felt your hips buck.

“I know you like it…daddy.” You tested the name and Edwin’s eyebrows raised at you. You let a small smile grace your lips. He pulled back and spit on your heat.

“Yes I do, baby.” You bit your lip at his action and let out a long moan as he kitten licked your clit.

“I’m g-gonna-“

“Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy.” He said before making eye contact with you as he sped up the speed of his tongue. You barely held eye contact with him as your body convulsed from your climax. But you saw yourself squirting onto Edwin’s tongue and that was new for you.

“Okay, wow. That was crazy good.” You breathed out heavily.

NICK: (this gif would have done well for my Red Room imagine)

“Mamas, show me.” You bit your lip as you stepped out of your en suite bathroom.

“Tada!” You cheered lamely and did jazz hands to add more cringe. You were beginning to regret giving Nick a lingerie show…how did Rihanna do it?

“You look so sexy, Y/N.” Nick praised from his seat on your shared king size. You did a twirl and put a sassy hand on your hip.

“I’m not feeling this anymore, babes.” You said softly, feeling awkward. Nick got up and walked over to you.

“Would it make you feel better if…you weren’t the only one undressed?” He whispered in your ear as his fingers touched your showing skin. You giggled as he nibbled on your ear.

“You’re so naughty, Nick. But maybe?” Your hands went underneath his shirt and pushed upwards. He gladly assisted in the removal of his top.

“Naughty is what you like, mamas. I know that for a fact.” He continued to speak in a seductive tone and it was working. He proceeded to snap your yellow panties against your skin and you made a high pitched noise. Pain? Pleasure? Surprise? You didn’t even know yourself.

“And a tease, you’re always such a tease.” You grinned before pressing your lips against his. He hummed against your lips before parting.

“Your tease, baby.” You nudged him back towards your bed and he sat down, staring up at you. You nodded downwards.

“Pants.” He knew exactly what you meant and discarded them as slowly as he could. You straddled his lap and gave him another kiss. This time his tongue made an entrance. His hands grasped onto your ass and you followed his lead by grinding against his boxers.

“You’re already wet, mamas. Whose naughty now?” You moaned and sped up your pace. The lace was pressing just right against your clit at every movement.

“Me, baby!” Your hands grasped onto Nick’s shoulders to keep up with your pace. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he was surprised by your speed.

“You gonna cum?” He grunted as his member grew larger and harder underneath you. You nodded quickly and let your eyes fall closed. Your mouth however, was wide open. Moments later you stuttered against him and let your head fall onto his shoulder.

“F-Fuck.” You whimpered, your clit still throbbing in pleasure. Nick rubbed your back for a few moments before freeing himself out of his boxers.

“I’m gonna flip us, okay mamas?” You only nodded and held on. Once you were on your back you looked at Nick with only adoration. He always thought about your needs first when it came to intimacy. In part because that’s what got him off, but it meant everything to you.

“The buttons.” You nodded down to your underwear. Nick’s fingers rubbed up against your clit as he undid the buttons, making you jump. He chuckled and leaned over you, his chain dangling from his neck.

“Mmm, I love you mamas.” He pressed a kiss to your cleavage and pressed his member against your entrance.

“I love you too, daddy.” You responded while wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He looked at you dumbfounded and you responded with a cheeky wink. This snapped him out of it.

“Say it again.” You giggled and pulled on his hair.

“Someone’s more naughty than we thought. Fuck me, daddy, please.” You gave into his kink. He grunted at you and thrust himself deep inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement and heavy breathing continued as he didn’t slow.

“So pretty, all for daddy, hmm?” He praised you over and over. Your responses came out as ‘yes daddy’, ‘only for you daddy’, ‘right there daddy’, and Nick loved every second of it. You brought his chain between your teeth and he caught sight of it. “So naughty, you just don’t let anyone see. But I see it, I see you, Y/N.” His words spurred you on in addition to his thumb now messily rubbing your clit.

“Gonna watch me cum, daddy?” You purred as your back arched more and more by the second. Nick pulled out and held his dick in his hand.

“You bet your ass I am, mamas.” He began rubbing his dick against your clit and it made both of your jaws drop.

“Yes! Right there!” You leveled your hands against the mattress to gain support as your ground your hips back and forth.

“Say it.” His free hand held your face so you would look up at him.

“Daddy!” You cried out for him. He pinched your cheeks together and let his saliva drop into your mouth. You came undone and lost control of your body. You saw Nick stutter his hips and felt cum all over your abdomen and in between your thighs. When you finally calmed down you looked down there.

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summary: zion gets his sleeve and doesn’t forget about you ;)

warnings: the slightest smut, absolute fluff

authors note: i’m back! feels like i haven’t posted in forever. remember, my inbox is open to requests (might take me a little bit to write them but regardless). enjoy!

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i sat in hypnotic daze at the squint inducing LED display of the TV. my manicured hand reached into the polymer bag to retrieve another corn-baked snack.

the credits quickly rolled from the current episode of grey’s anatomy; netflix inquiring of my current engagement. my hand retreated in disappointment as it gave up its search through the empty reminiscence of cheese dust and polypropylene.

i reached for the remote when i caught sight of the orange dust that had seeped into the creases of my fingerprint. i mentally scolding myself at the pigsty state i had afflicted upon myself.

the cheese dust fingers. the wrappers hang daintily on the foggy glass of the coffee table. the unconscious awareness of elapsed time watching Netflix.

deciding enough was enough, i lifted my weight from the plump cushions of my couch and carried myself to the kitchen sink.

i towered over the silver faucets lining the sink and switched them on in opposite positions. i laundered my hands with the fruity soap nearby, rubbing over the small tattoos lining the length of my fingers.

i smiled to myself as i recalled the mocking tone of zion on the topic of tattoos earlier that morning.

~~~

/“mY fInGeRs taTs lOok dOpe”/

“stop! they slap bro!” i protested, playfully hitting his bicep.

“tHey SLaP brO.” zion threw his head back as he giggled at his playful derisive.

“you’re so annoying”

“i’m just joking witchu. i think your tattoos are... okay” he sided, shrugging his shoulders in comprise-able comprehension.

i let out a short scoff at his lack of impression. “you’re one to talk, flower boy” i teased, referring to the tattooed rose that stood out on the bare of zion’s forearm.

“okay talk your shit now but when i get my sleeve, it’s gonna be hard,” he rubbed his biceps in a boastful manner, “harder than your little finger tats.”

~~~

i washed over the palms of my hands once more before letting the transparent liquid seep through the slips between my fingers. the orange artificial cheese hugged the drops of water and together they slithered down the drain.

i quickly retreated to the living room with clean hands and the full intention to continue my sinful Netflix marathon.

as i plopped onto the faux fur decorative throw blanket that lined the couch, the house alarm indicated that someone had entered.

“kaliyah?” zion called out, his voice vibrating throughout the empty spaces of the house.

“i’m in the living room!”

within a few silent footsteps, zion towered over the loose-cushion back of the couch. his large palms fell to the board of my shoulders; massaging his fingertips into the slips of my scapula.

i melted into his touch, reaching to direct his hands to my most pained areas. i let out a sigh as his hands left my shoulder blades; leaning down to plant a small peck on the soft of my cheek.

“hey baby. how was your day?” he inquired.

“it was good, just catching up on grey’s” i replied, tilting my head up admirably at my boyfriend.

my eyes traced venerably over his attractive features. the curtain of platinum blond locs that hung over his dark, passionate eyes. the loose fitting graphic tee that lightly brushed against his muscle structure.

my examination travelled to his arms, my breath suddenly hitching in my throat at the recognition of the plastic wrap encasing his arm.

“um, z? what’s going on with your arm?” i inquired; eyebrow furrowed as i studied the series of cartoon characters dotting his upper and lower limb.

“oh this? i went to get some ink after work” he acknowledged, glancing down at the fresh puncture of pigment.

“some ink? z, it’s your whole arm. come here, let me see” i urged, patting the spot on the couch next to me.

zion circled around the arm of the long upholstered seating place, plopping down onto the cushion. i gently extended his arm, examining the intricate piercings of the fictional personas.

“it’s just an outline. i have to go back for some shading this week” zion protested, watching nervously as i took in the intricacy of the fictional artistry.

“why didn’t you tell me?” i inquired, my bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“why? do you not like it?”

i glanced up into his doubtful eyes. “yeah, it’s dope. for a nintendo colouring book.”

i let out a series of unrestricted giggles as zion rolled his eyes dismissively. he sheepishly bit the inside of his cheek; attempting to suppress the laugh threatening to slip past his lips.

“haha good one,” he passively brushed off,” but seriously, do you think it’s okay?”

“yeah baby, it’s hot. id fuck you”i shrugged.

“you’d fuck me huh?” zion challenged.

his large hands groped the soft of my thighs; fingers lightly dancing along the bare of my inner thigh.

“hmm” i hummed, catching onto his salacious proposal and holstering my leg over his pelvis.

zion hooked his finger underneath my chin and slowly reeled my lips onto his fleshy embodiment of love. the kiss left me lightheaded at its simplicity; zion teeth tugging at my bottom lip as he pulled away.

his lips parted to form a sentence but i quickly reunited our moment of fervent inclination. the tension from whatever he needed to say disintegrated as i shifted closer to him; deepening the kiss.

his body hitched forward; lips trying to mirror the hunger found in mine. i gently placed my hands on his chest, signalling him to stop.

“we should go to the room” i suggested, thinking about the tedious work a cum stain would leave on the couch.

i excitedly lifted myself from his lap, reaching for the remote to turn off the tv.

“kaliyah, hold on” zion pleaded, reaching toward to catch my wrist.

“what? i mean, we could do it on the floor but i mean the bed would be more comforta-“

“no, it’s not that” zion interrupted, half smiling at my enthusiasm.

“then what’s wrong?” i inquired.

“i have something to show you” he voiced, ushering me to have a seat.

“okay?” i giggled cautiously at zion’s sudden serious tone.

“don’t be mad at me okay?” zion preferenced, his smile nervously twitching.

zion proceeded to tilt his head, folding the flexible cartilage encasing his external ear. squished between the petroleum jelly and plastic rap stood a nonchalant K.

i lightly traced its swollen properties, brow furrowed at its insignificance. “this is cute.”

zion whipped around to face me, frantically batting his lashes at me in astonishment.

“just cute?” he clarified.

“yeah, i think it’s a cute family tat. kekleli and elom should get one. make it a sibling thing” i suggested innocently.

zion let out a breathy chuckle as he shook his head at my ignorance.

“what? isn’t it just your last name? k for kuwonu” i puzzled as he continued to find the situation amusing.

“that’s a good coverup but i didn’t get this as a family tattoo. i got it for you” zion declared.

i abruptly let out a sharp gasp; clasping my shaking hand over the wide of my mouth. i stared at zion in complete incredulity.

his eyes sparkled with excitement as the corners of his mouth contagiously remained upwards.

“z, you didn’t have to do this” i breathed, misty tendencies forming in my eyes.

“i know, i wanted to do this” zion paused to massage away the lone tears painting my cheeks, “you mean everything to me.”

“you’re amazing z. this is beautiful. thank you. i love you” i cooed, pressing my lips against his.

Brandon

Streams of sunlight tumbled into the cafe, filling it with warm, sugary light. The smell of citrus swept through the room, whirling around those who paid it any mind. Following it was the scent of chocolate, sweet and tantalizing. The two danced together to the beat of the traffic outside your little haven.

You sit in the corner of the cafe, your novel sheltering you from the noise of the world. Engrossed in the book, “The Great Gatsby”, it was your third time reading it. You’re chewing fervently at her bottom lip. The chocolate piece of skin damp as your tongue swiped over it every few minutes. Your glasses lie on your nose, framing your face, and behind them chocolate eyes skimmed over the page you are reading.

In walks a man, caramel latte coloured skin. His hair, dark and lustrous, had sheen like fine hardwood. The comparison Celeste came up with is not entirely fair, she realises. Hardwood does not swish gently as the wind caresses it like his hair does. A shiny varnish catches merely light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his smile.

He was smiling at you.

mark my words 😌

Austin: I watched the clock tick slowly, I wanted out of this classroom. It seemed as if time stood still for the last moments of the class. Finally, the bell rang and we were all leaving the classroom. I made my way to my locker and put my books in and shut the door. I wouldn’t need them for a few weeks because it was finally summer break. Austin came up behind me wrapping his arms around me. Picking me off the ground spinning us around, I laughed as I held onto his arms. He placed me back onto the ground and turned me around so I was facing him. I smiled up at him, leaning upon my tippy toes kissing him softly. He smiled against my lips wrapping his arms around my waist. Pulling me closer to him as he kept the kiss between us. “Get a room” my friend said as she walked past us. “summer break” I smiled. I grabbed Austin’s hand intertwining our fingers together. I walked with him to his car, he opened the door for me. I got into his car he leaned over kissing my cheek before closing the door. He got on the other side of the car, we drove off from the school parking lot. It was official we were free from school for three months. For the first few days we didn’t do much, just hang out at each others house. “Let’s go down to the beach” he suggested one morning. “Sounds fun,” I said. He went back to his house to get a few things as I got my things together. I waited for him to return and then we were off. I turned the radio on, rolling down the windows. The wind blowing with good music going, it was good vibes. He reached over grabbing my hand as he focused on the road. I smiled as I looked at him leaning over the seats kissing his cheek softly. I placed my feet up on the dashboard, my hand against the back of his neck. Singing at the top of our lungs as we made it to the beach. We finally got to the beach, we sat up a place to put our stuff down. I sat down on the towel and looked up at him, wondering what he was about to do. “You are not going to lay out in the sun all day,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “Because we are going to have fun,” he said. “Like what?” I looked at him. “They are teaching people how to surf,” he said. “Can you surf?” I questioned. “That’s why we are going to learn” he smirked, grabbing my hand. I got up from my spot and followed him, I couldn’t wait to see him eat the water. He put on the wet suit and choose a board. He started going out into the water, I stood back and watched him. He tried to catch his first wave but crashed down, I tried my best not to laugh but it was hilarious. He finally gave up and came out of the water, I watched him as he made his way back to where I was at. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t think surfing is my thing” he chuckled slightly. “I see that,” I said as I looked at him. He took off his wet suit and sat next to me. “I’m sure if you wanted to surf you could do it” I said. “Probably,” he said as he rested his arms on his knees. He got up from his spot, I thought he was going to get food. I was wrong as he picked me up and started running towards the water. I screamed for him to put me down but he crashed into the water with me. The waves started crashing over us, he pulled me close to him. I wrapped my arm around his neck and kept him close, leaning up slightly kissing him softly. We played around in the water, splashing each other and seeing who can hold their breath the longest. We finally got out of the water when the sun started to set. I wrapped a towel around me and sat down, he sat behind me so that I was in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me as we watched the sunset. “Perfect ending to today,” I said as I played with his hand. “Perfect” he smiled as he kissed my cheek. I didn’t have much I wanted to do on summer break, I just wanted to spend time with him.

Nick: I was counting down the days until we left to head to California. It was something my family did every summer but this time my boyfriend was coming. We had everything planned out including getting tickets to Coachella.  I knew my parents didn’t like it because the trip was meant to be a family vacation. It was just a weekend out of three months in California so I’m sure my parents would be ok. “Ready?” Nick as he placed his bag in the car. “The real question is are you?” I questioned. “Of course” he smiled slightly. “Three months with my family” I looked at him. “Yea but that includes you too” he wrapped his arms around me. “Yea, only thing that’s keeping me sane” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Ok you two, let’s go,” my mom said as she pulled us apart. We got into the van and we were on our way to California. It was going to be a three-day drive but the sights we saw were well worth it. We finally got to our hotel, I didn’t even realize since I had fallen asleep against Nick. “Baby” he nudged me slightly. “Uh?” I sat up. “We are here” he rubbed my back. “Good because I’m so over this van,” I said as I got out of the van. I grabbed my bag and made my way into the hotel. I got my hotel key and finally found my room. Nick wasn’t too far behind with his bags. I opened the door and placed my bag down before laying down in the bed. “Are you that tired?” he asked as he got over top of me. “Yes I am, the last drive was the longest” I looked up at him. “True” he leaned down and kissed me softly. “Cuddles?” I asked. “Of course,” he said as he stood up. I got up and got ready for bed as he did as well. I laid down turning the light off as he made his way into the bed. We cuddled together and it wasn’t long before we both were fast asleep. In the morning I snuggled closer to him, not wanting to get out of bed. “Morning,” he said in his raspy voice. “Morning” I traced patterns on his chest. “You wanna go grab some breakfast?” he asked. “We could or we could just cuddle” I snuggled closer to him. “We need to eat then we need to figure out where we need to be,” he said. “Yea I know” I sighed slightly as I sat up. He got up from the bed and got dressed, I got dressed as well. We made our way down to the lobby to meet my parents. We went to get breakfast and talked about the plans for the day. We ended up taking a tour of Los Angeles, sightseeing mainly doing the tourist things. After we got back to the hotel we just relaxed for the rest of the day. Nick and I were excited for the Coachella weekend that we had planned all of our outfits. “These are all so cute and matching” I smiled. “ill match you any day” he wrapped his arms around me. In the morning we got up early so we could start the drive. Our hotel wasn’t too far but we didn’t know how traffic would be. We finally parked and got into the venue. We got our wrist bracelets, grabbed a few drinks as we started to walk around. “Where to first?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter to me” I smiled as I grabbed his hand. We decided on a random stage and laid down the towel. I sat down with my drink as he sat behind me, placing his arm around me. I leaned back against him just enjoying the music. After a while we deiced to go get food and just walk around, he kept his arm around me. Once we finished eating we made our way down to another artist set. “Come on,” I said as I grabbed his hand. “What?” he chuckled as he followed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started dancing with him. He placed his hands against my hips. He leaned down and kissed me softly, I smiled against his lips. “Should I even ask if you’re having fun?” he whispered in my ear. “I’m always having fun when I’m with you” I whispered into his ear. I laid my head down against his shoulder as we moved to the music. We left pretty late and got to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. We crashed as soon as we hit the bed, and just to think we had another day. I snuggled to his chest as I could hear my phone going on. I ignored it and rolled back to snuggle to him. “let’s skip today” he groaned. “Sounds like a plan” I whispered. We skipped Coachella day 2 and just relaxed at the hotel, having dinner with my family. The rest of our L.A. trip was full of laughter and fun, it was nice to have him around. My family loved him and so did I.

Nick: Today was the big day. After months of secrecy, hiding from fans, paparazzi and even some close friends, Nick had finally received approval from management. You two would finally be going public and you couldn't be happier. 

It had all been planned out. Today, the boys would appear on TRL again, to perform and promote their new single and upcoming album. During the interview part, the usual questions would be asked, including the one which was all about what "kind" of girls they liked, what they would do on the first date and if they had girlfriends. Now, usually, Nick would be forced to say no, even though you had been holding special spots in each other's lives for months. You knew the secrecy was part of the contract and partly caused by the whole media attention around them. Management was also worried about losing half their fan base. You knew the reasons very well, yet you couldn't help but feel disappointed and offended by it all. No matter how well you knew that some of the fans could get extremely protective over the boys, you did not like hiding your relationship with Nick. It made you feel as if you were not regarded as a serious match for him by anyone, not even the other Pretty Much members. 

But it would all change today.

Nick had left early this morning to run a couple of things by management, to train, practice and spend time with his band. You were used to it by now and knew how to be independent, so you went on to doing your own thing. You were busy with your studies and there was an essay due in about a week, so you were spending most of the day gathering evidence and building up a certain structure. In reality, though, you were busier counting down the hours until the live broadcast on MTV would begin. 

You were incredibly anxious about the replies you would receive, but that feeling was overshadowed by the pure joy of finally being "official" and "management approved". It felt like a big step in your relationship, as if this was an extended version of meeting his family.

The hours passed by. By the time you moved over from your desk to the couch, the file which contained your essay was left largely untouched. You sighed deeply and turned on the TV. This was it. You but your nails nervously, but smiled a little seeing how cute Nick looked. You barely heard the words of the interviewer, about their albums and tours. You just wanted to hear the words... Yes I have a girlfriend... You longed for those words to come out of Nick's mouth and finally be released from the secrecy. After about 5 minutes, the question finally arose.

"So, girlfriends..." The interviewer smirked. "Nick, let's start with you today. Do you have a special girl in your life?"

Nick smiled at the camera, looked away, then gulped. He was taking longer than you had expected. "A special girl... I mean, other than my family members?" He chuckled nervously. "I'm afraid not..."

At first, you couldn't even begin to understand what your boyfriend was saying. It barely got through to you. Yet again, your entire existence was being denied. You felt all sorts of emotions at once. Anger, because he had promised they would break the news today. Sadness, because you felt disposable. Like you meant nothing to him. The way he had said it, chuckling, with a little smile, had shattered your heart in a million pieces. You quickly turned off the TV and started crying. At this point, you were wondering what was wrong with you. Why were you not good enough for Nick to go public with? Did Nick not love you as much as you loved him? The emotions were overwhelming. You wanted to run away, far away, from Nick and the harm he had caused today, but you couldn't get yourself to move. Instead, you lied down on your side, facing away from the TV. You allowed yourself to cry a little more, but then forced yourself to pull yourself together. You prepared for a heavy conversation with Nick for the rest of the afternoon, playing scenarios in your head over and over again.

About 5 hours later, you heard the front door. You hadn't moved from your spot on the couch. You had been too busy worrying, grieving over what felt like a battle lost. You sat up slowly, hearing his footsteps in the hallway.

"Y/N?" He said softly, as he opened the door. "Are you sleeping?"

"No," you said as he walked in, facing him now. You could feel the tension in the air. He opened his mouth to say something a couple of times, but the words wouldn't come out.

"I don't know anymore, Nick," you sighed. "That was perhaps the most painful thing ever. No one special." You said, mockingly. "Why would you do that! I don't understand. We went over this like 500 times. Am I not good enough or what?"

"What do you mean?" He shook his head. "Of course you are the best, don't say things like that..."

"Yeah? Funny you can say that to me, but not to anyone else."

"I understand you're upset, Y/N," he pouted now.

"Aren't you?" You started getting angry, raising your voice. "I guess not. Because you don't love me as much as I love you. I never wanted to hide you. But you want to hide me from the world, so I must shut up. Because that's how we do things in this  relationship apparently."

"What?!" Your anger started annoying Nick. You could tell. "You're being completely unreasonable here. It's such a childish thing of you to say. You know I don't even have a say in the content of the interviews, right?"

"We went over this!" You repeated, "You went over this with your management, even!"

Nick slowly walked over to you, shaking his head as he sat down next to you on the couch. "Y/N. What can I do? There was some bad press the past week. They didn't think it was the right time."

"Not the right time? We've been waiting for months, Nick! Months!"

"I know," he sighed, grabbing your hand. "But it's unfair of you to get angry at me for this. I don't have much of a say in this, babe."

"You should've just said it. To hell with your stupid guidelines," you sulked.

"You're being childish," Nick groaned in annoyance. "I can't just do that. I could get a huge fine, for starters, and God knows what else."

"Next interview you have to say it!" You yelled in frustration. "I feel like you don't care at all!"

"No, Y/N." He shook his head once more, looking at you. "I won't."

"So you don't care," you huffed. "Okay, cool. Good to know."

"Stop!" He let go of your hand, frowning. "Why the fuck do you care so much about the publicity all of a sudden?"

You blinked, surprised by his sudden outburst. "Publicity?"

"Yes, the publicity," he punched the couch in frustration. "Why can't you, for once, just one time, understand that I love you. And I don't fucking care who knows about us and who doesn't. In the end, I'm sure of my feelings for you. Quite frankly, I'm beginning to doubt whether you're in it for me or for the fame. Considering your eagerness to be out in the open!"

You blinked a couple of times, then frowned. "What are you talking about? You know that's not true!"

"That's how it feels to me right now, Y/N! But guess what. The publicity has to wait. Because we're not telling the fans yet. And if you can't deal with that, you know where to find the exit." He looked away, noticeable annoyed, close to upset. This time, you took his hand, slowly realising how your emotions and your actions had appeared to him. The way he said it, made you consider things differently. In the end, the truth was that you just wanted to be with him. Everything else could wait. The idea of losing him over something like this made your heart drop to your stomach. The threat had never fealt realer, as you realised he wasn't joking.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out after a large moment of silence. "I love you for who you are, you're right. I know it was a lot to ask and I'm sorry I attacked you over something that is not your fault..."

"Even if it was, Y/N," he stroked your hand with his thumb. "Even if it was, I don't understand why just being together isn't enough. Why do you need people to know? You'll get hate. You'll be followed everywhere you go. I don't understand how you want that..."

"Well, I don't want that, necessarily. It just feels like I'm illegitimate sometimes. Like some mistress you need to hide from your wife." You shrugged. He laughed at the comparisons.

"But you're not. I love you a lot. That's all you need to know. That I love you and that I want this. The time will come that we break the news publicly, but until that, let's just enjoy what we have. Please. Please let's not ruin what we have because of this," he pouted, pulling you into his lap.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I love being with you," you put your head on his chest. "I'm a little needy and annoying sometimes, am I not," you sighed.

"Sometimes, a little," he chuckled, cupping your face. "But even that, I love about you..."

You smiled and couldn't help but think that you truly had the best boyfriend in the world.

drabble, in which brandons particularly affectionate best friend visits, and he convinces a love struck austin to cuddle with her

“Just go man, I’ve know Y/n all my life and I promise you, it’s not gonna be weird.”

“See this is why I don’t tell you about my crushes. I tell you I have a crush on one girl and you’re insisting I go randomly cuddle with her while she’s in the middle of a nap.”

Austin took another weary look at the pretty girl resting on the couch. She was snuggled up in a plush pink blanket she had brought from home, sweet snores emitting from her strawberry lips. That girl could melt his heart, this he was sure of. She did it on a daily basis and slowly but surely, Austin Dale Porter was losing his mind over her.

Brandon continued on with their hushed conversation, careful not to wake her, “Austin I’m telling you. The girl is the softest angel-sweetheart-princess whatever! She loves cuddling, she asks me to cuddle all the time, she won’t be freaked out if you cuddle her. I know it seems weird but Y/n’s just a girl that loves that kind of affection, even if its platonic. Which is exactly why she wont automatically assume that you have this mammoth crush on her, she’ll just think you’re trying to help her feel at home or something.” He continued to urge the nervous boy. Austin adored you, sure, but he wasn’t the most confident of men. He didn’t think he was the most attractive, or funny, or even the nicest.

Austin had had a crush on you since Brandon introduced you to the group in the bands early days. You were just so kind and funny, and there was never any drama around you. Everything was just good times and positive vibes. He loved it, being around you made him feel good. Not to mention you both shared a lot of the same interests.

A couple of weeks after tour had ended, Brandon annouced that you were coming to stay with the boys for a week or two. This was surprising to Austin but he quickly became ecstatic. Lurking on your instagram didn’t do much to satisy the crush he had on you, he longed to see you in person.

And here you were now, taking a quiet nap on the couch while Brandon tried to convince him that you’d be fine with some random guy cuddling you in your sleep.

“Austin your not just some random guy to her, she’s known you for awhile now too. I promise you dude, this is the perfect way to get things started with her. Her waking up to you is more than likely going to get her to start seeing you in that way if you know what I mean.”

The fake blonde inhaled slowly, eyes trained on you. Should he take Brandon’s advice? He did know you better than anyone, and as much as Austin’s insecurities loved to sabotage him, he did know that you were a very affection person by nature. You probably wouldn’t be that alarmed to find one of your friends cuddling with you.

His voice was quiet as a mouse, mainly due to the fact that he was losing motivation to go through with this ever since he decided to go through with this eight seconds ago, but if anyone asked he would just tell them it was because he didn’t wanna wake you. “Ok, ok. You’re right. I wanna be with her, and I have to get her eyes on me somehow.”

Brandon smiled a smile adorned with pride. “That’s right! Go get ‘em, Porter!”

Even his steps were shy and meek as he traveled towards you. Upon reaching the couch he turned back in hopes of receiving more encouragement from Brandon, only to find him already gone. Again, his drive withered, but still he kept his eyes on the prize. That prize being you. He couldn’t help but smile in fondness at watching you sleep up close. He was sure he sounded like a stalker but he couldn’t help it. You were the cutest thing God had ever blessed this earth with. A cheesy, shy grin split his face.

Austin quietly pressed himself onto the couch next to you, moving himself under the blankets to get comfortable. Immediately, your scent bombarded him. Vanilla and honey, an intoxicating combination. Fitting for the intoxicating girl that laid before him.

He was reserved with the idea of actually touching you, thinking that he’d rather play it safe so he didn’t scare you away. But then, you did something that swelled his heart.