STAY HIGH | Zion Kuwonu

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a/n: didn't post this in time for valentines but it is in the spirit 😽

I was expected the party bus to be a scene from David Dobrik's vlogs but wasnt suprised when it was almost the opposite. Other than the party bus being huge with tons of flashing colors and alcohol lined up, everyone was practically chilling by then. Too drunk, too high, or too tired, people sat around and playing beats with other jumping in on the freestyle. Water bottles were passed around and everyone just enjoyed eachothers company.

Now, everyone was sitting in the living room of the prettymuch household. I was whipping up some quesedillas in the kitchen with Zion hugging me from behind. Nick was going Sherlock Holmes on the fridge before finding what he wanted and making his way back to the living room.

"Which one do you want?" I gestured between the 4 cheese mexican blend and the mozzarella and cheddar blend.

"That one." He lazily pointed to the mexican cheese and buried his face into my neck peppering kisses.

"You smell so good," he mumbled, attached to my neck.

"You kind of smell like alcohol and cologne," I deadpan and his head shot up making me laugh. He just rolled his eyes while I snorted, laughing even more.

"Am I wrong?" I chuckled, "you were chugging like it was water estupido." I shook my head smiling and flipped the quesedilla.

He was quiet for a moment before slowly replying, "But you still love me tho." He joked but there was a caution to it, almost like he was scared/nervous to say it.

A smile was threatening to slip past my lips but I just suppressed it. Unenthusiastically I lightly shrug my shoulders and stay quiet but a laugh was at the brink of exposure.

Zion grabbed my hips and turned me around, pressing me to the counter next to the stove with him leaning close to me. A playful frown and pout lay on his features and my smile finally broke loose but I stayed quiet.

"I love you." He said, his voice deep and low, his arms trapped on either side of me.

"I love you, Kuwonu." My arm reached up, my thumb brushing against his eyebrow and trailing down to cup his face slowly. His body started to lean forward so I met him half way and pressed my lips against him. Slowly moving in sync, then gradually gaining speed. His hand slid from my hips to cupping my ass and surprised me when he lifted me up and set me on the counter before stepping between my legs and pressing against me.

Due to me now sitting, his hand slide up from my hips to my waist tracing my body. They slow and stop when they get to my upper torso and he started tracing under my boobs with his thumbs, his palms still wrapped around the sides.

This is where his kissing started to slow down. I felt his tongue lightly trace my lower lip before slowly sucking on it. Feeling hot, one of my hands sat on the back of his neck lightly scratching where his fade starts. 

Hearing a noise next to us made me separate from him and I look over to see a hungover Edwin. He was squinting his eyes, which had dark circles, and was slightly hunched over. He was flipping the quesadilla that had some charcoal marks.

He slowly double took us, "oh no, sorry keep going. It just smelled like something was burning and I saw this but continue!" he waved his hand lazily and I gave Zion a side eye as if to tell him 'Is he for real?'.

We just watched Edwin take the quesadilla to put on a plate with the others ones to take to the living room.

"Eddy, wait!" I quickly said and stepped down from the counter. He stopped and I grabbed a non burnt quesadilla, dropping a 'Thank you!' and went back to Zion while Edwin went to the living room.

Smiling cutely, I presented it to Zion and held it up for him to take a bite. He smiled back with his pearly whites and tried it.

"What do you think Mister?" I asked playfully and held up my fist like a microphone. He took a second like he was thinking but the whole time he was looking into my eyes and at my big smile.

He leaned forward into my 'microphone', "9/10, great technique with the flipping and cheese blend BUT it could use some cayenne." he raised his eyebrow in suggestion.

I rolled my eyes and jokingly sighed loudly, walking over to the spice cabinet, grabbing the cayenne and gave it to him. He sprinkled some on and took a bite again and kissed his fingers like he was Italian.

"10/10 the service is great and the view is even better, thank you baby." he puckered his lips and closed his eyes to which I pecked his lips quickly and he went back to finishing it. I rinsed my hands and began to clean up the counters I was using.