Rosy

Pairing: Zendaya/Reader

Summary: After coming home from an event, Zendaya can't help but be between Reader's legs.

Content: established relationship, some fluff, oral sex (reader receiving).

A/N: Slowly trying to get back into posting once a week, so I'll be starting out with biweekly posts 💞 The next fic will be another part of the Brutal series that yall voted for!

 Zendaya felt full from love, and fuzzy from alcohol. She takes off the heavy necklace on her neck just to relax a little bit. The bed becomes more comfortable for her despite still wearing her clothes from the night. She closes her eyes; she's tired, but not sleepy. She’s almost in a complete state of bliss – wholly satisfied with how the night went.

"Ugh, tonight was so much fun."

Y/n comes back into the room from the bathroom and she feels the same way Zendaya does, however she's still buzzing. She takes out her earrings and places them on her bedside table. She hadn't gone out to an event with Zendaya in months. She missed the frenzy of getting dressed and all dolled up. She also wanted to show off the new ring on her finger.

"Jake was on my ass all night! He wouldn't stop flirting! You should've seen the look on his face when he saw the ring," she says coyly. Sometimes Y/n teases Zendaya telling her that she's not possessive enough. She doesn't care who flirts with Y/n though, she's beautiful, of course someone is going to want a chance with her. No matter who it is that flirts with her, Zendaya doesn't worry, Y/n knows who she belongs to.

Y/n has never been one to be a showboat, but she was showing off tonight. She felt so gorgeous and having Zendaya by her side made her feel even better. Her hand was always resting on Y/n’s back, her touch feeling almost ghost-like. The reminder that she was always there gave her an unspoken confidence. Even when she couldn't see her, Zendaya's presence was largely felt. Y/n looks over at her now on the bed and she looks like she's ruminating over the night. Events can be overwhelming no matter how good of a poker face she has. Zendaya can charm the room, but afterwards she just wants to rest.

Y/n walks over to the bed and crawls over to her fiancée. Zendaya keeps her eyes closed until she feels Y/n push a stray hair away from her face. She tucks the strand behind her ear and Zendaya finally opens her eyes as Y/n’s fingers brush against her skin. She moves her hand to rest it on her cheek, stroking it with her thumb. Y/n looks at her with a sympathetic look at seeing how tired she is. She's staring at her face as if she’s studying the details of a marble sculpture. Zendaya wonders what goes through her mind when she sees her. Y/n is no stranger to vocalizing it, but sometimes Zendaya wishes she could be inside of that head of hers. 

Y/n smiles at her. That warmth and fuzziness she feels inside swells and becomes contagious.

"How are you?" She asks as if she doesn't already know that answer.

"Tired, but I'm happy."

Zendaya’s hand comes to rest on top of hers, making Y/n's smile grow wider before she leans in to kiss her. She can still taste the champagne on her lips.

"You know what I've been thinking about all night?"

"What honey?"

"Eating your pussy."

Y/n is taken by surprise for a few seconds and then she laughs. There's something about going out that gets Zendaya so riled up. They always come home (or on the occasion one of them can’t control themselves, they either find themselves alone in a random bathroom or the back of the car) and someone is being ravished. Y/n doesn’t complain though -- she is usually the one on the receiving end.

"Well, nobody is stopping you."

Zendaya didn't care how expensive Y/n’s dress might be, she's so close to ripping it off of Y/n's body. She pulls down the cups of her dress and quickly takes her nipple into her mouth, wrapping her soft lips around her and sucking hard. Y/n sinks into the bed as she presses her weight against her. Y/n throws her head back and moans. The bud hardens in Zendaya’s mouth as the seconds pass. Y/n rakes her fingers through her hair, her nails scratching a sensitive spot on the back of her head.

"Zee," she whines.

Zendaya switches from one nipple to another. Her full weight on her is not as suffocating as the pleasure she feels. While she sucks one nipple, Zendaya's hands brush against her sides. Her light touch turns Y/n on more than anything. It's the way she touches her that makes her want to cry out in pleasure.

Zendaya draws back for a second to look up at her. "You looked so pretty all night." She kisses the space between her breasts before peeling off the rest of the layers covering her body. As she exposes more inches of her skin, Zendaya leaves a trail of searing kisses, and Y/n's body reacts to every little touch.

"Just wanted to be between these pretty thighs."

Zendaya grips her soft, plush thigh as she praises them. Y/n gets goosebumps on her skin when she feels her hand move further between her legs. It's not long before it’s Zendaya’s face between her legs instead of her hand. Zendaya comes face to face with her but a layer of cotton deprives her of the bare, sweet pussy she loves.

"Panties?"

Zendaya’s disappointment makes her laugh. Y/n lightly bumps her head with her inner thigh.

"This dress is too short for no panties."

"Oh baby, no dress is too short for you to not wear panties."

Zendaya starts clawing at the elastic band of her underwear to get what she wants. Seeing her act so eager is what excites Y/n the most. She’s looking right at her pussy as if it’s her last meal on Earth. She always does this; savors the sight of her arousal. There isn’t a need to be outwardly possessive when this is all for her.

“Zendaya,” she whines when she takes too long admiring her. Y/n was impatiently waiting to be deserved.

She looks up at Y/n once more before she dips her head lower and finally places her warm mouth onto her pussy. Pleasure shot through her like a bullet. Y/n wanted to whine, scream, and cry all because of Zendaya. She moves her tongue vertically against Y/n’s pussy. She moans against her pussy as if to tell her how sweet it tastes.

Zendaya begins to feel desperate to get more of her into her mouth. She moves her hands under Y/n’s ass and lifts her off the bed. Y/n initially lets out a yelp that turns into a moan when Zendaya starts licking her pussy again.

“Oh god baby!” She whines as she grabs a fistful of her hair. She’s on the verge of just straight grinding against her face.

Zendaya devours her, taking all the time in the world to kiss, lick, and suck every part of her sweet pussy. Her tongue flicks against Y/n’s slit before pushing into her. A gush of arousal flows onto her tongue like sweet sap. She was making such a sticky mess between her legs that she began to drip onto the bed. Zendaya liked for things to get a little sloppy no matter how much it embarrassed Y/n.

She pulls back with a groan and takes in a deep breath. She gazes upon her work before going back in. It’s a miracle that she’s still able to hold Y/n up by her ass because she’s shaking so much from pleasure. Her tongue was sliding over her clit again, but this time everything felt much more intense. Y/n was getting close; Zendaya could tell by the way her moans were growing louder. She wanted to get her fingers in her to push her to that edge faster, but Zendaya can’t bring herself to pull her mouth away from Y/n’s pussy for even one second. She was desperate, starved for it.

Y/n keeps pushing away the hair that keeps falling over her face. Zendaya looks up at her and right into Y/n’s eyes. She should be used to her seeing her like this, but sometimes it's too overwhelming and she gets embarrassed. “Baby,” she whimpers as she turns her head to the side to break eye contact. She closes her eyes and feels every single sensation. Zendaya’s wet, warm tongue is turning her into a puddle of bliss. Then when she wraps her soft lips around her clit and Y/n whimpers again, this time her voice sounds sweeter. Getting another word to come out seems nearly impossible.

The sudden rush of feelings renders her stupid, her grip on her hair weakening as she cums against her mouth. Zendaya loves the mess; licking to collect the flow of cum seeping out of her. Holding her up is what's keeping her still or else Y/n’s bucking hips would've knocked her off of her pussy already. She knows just how sensitive Y/n gets after she cums, but selfishly she doesn't want to pull away until she was being pushed away.

"Okay baby, okay baby," she whimpers feverishly. There's a slight laugh on her lips because of how ridiculous Zendaya acts when she gets between her legs. She acts like a starved animal and Y/n finds it amusing just as much as it fills her with pleasure.

The taste of herself on her lips makes Y/n's heart feel like it's going to burst into confetti. She closes her eyes and kisses Zendaya back deeply, savoring the taste. There was something much more erotic and intimate about them making out after she got her pussy eaten than her actually eating her pussy.

"Did that tire you out?" Zendaya whispers against her lips. It was too much fun not to tease her.

"I guess so. Maybe we need to go again so you can really put me to sleep hmm."

Zendaya laughs at Y/n’s attempt to get her to spoil her all over again. You'd think that orgasm would knock her on her ass.

"The faster you fall asleep, the closer you are to me fucking you when you wake up."

Y/n wouldn't be able to muster up the energy for another round even if she tried. Zendaya kissed her neck and then pulled her into her. The two laid there tangled together, still in the party clothes.