#zooey kern kodachrome

[therunawaykind]

Sweet Release

Pairing: Zooey Kern x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/MINORS DNI. Swearing, fingering, bottom!reader, top!Zooey, strap use (r receiving), praise, cheating, alcohol consumption, slight age gap but legal!

A/N: So this is the rather rushed oneshot that I wanted to get out today because as you may have seen already today is my birthday! This WIP has also been sitting in my WIP list for months so it's about time I wrote it. So I wanted to give you all a little present from me to you....even though it really should be the other way around 🤨 but anywho. I apologise in advance if there are mistakes regarding typos and grammar and just purely if my writing isn't up to standard as I said I did ever so slightly rush it a bit I feel. But nevertheless, I do hope you all enjoy the birthday gift from me to you.

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Ms Zooey Kern, The nurse, the carer, is probably one of the most attractive young women you’ve ever laid your eyes on who also happens to be your brother’s fiancee. It was a double-edged sword your liking to the woman. Not only was she kind and considerate to your brother whenever you were around, but she was also so fucking attentive all the time. Making sure to include you in conversation and catch up with you regarding college or literally anything going on in your life. 

From what you knew and saw between the couple everything was happy and smooth sailing between the two of them. But that may not exactly be the case. 

You were hoping tonight would help you in some way to get over this infatuation you had with Zooey. After all, tonight was your 21st supposed to be the age where you have your very first drink but let’s be completely honest here…you’ve dabbled in drinking some alcoholic beverages here and there before whether your family knew it or not. Talking about family your parents decided to go away for a week to celebrate your 21st earlier knowing you’d probably prefer a party in the comfort of your own home with all your friends without your parents being around. Which was appreciated hugely by you and promised them when they came home everything would be exactly the same considering you didn’t exactly have a massive friend group. They got on too well with your parents to even think about damaging or breaking something, that was a wrath they never wanted to have to deal with or encounter.  

So here you are pouring a drink of yourself listening to the music in the background and the ever so slightly muffled conversations amongst all of your friends. Earlier in the day you and text and had a call with your brother where he was unsure if he would be able to make it due to work….or so he was saying. He did mention however there was a huge possibility that Zooey could make an appearance that she had a card and present from the both of them and something just from her which she refused to tell him what it was. You didn’t dwell on it too much thinking it was just her being extra nice by it being a milestone birthday of yours. 

As you were sat in between your friends on the sofa you all heard the faint knocking on the door. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as all your friend furrow there's “were you expecting anybody else Y/N/N?” 

“Eh not that I’m aware of my brother was unsure if he was gonna make it, he did mention the possibility of Zooey making an appearance though.” Your voice grew faint as you walked away from your friends towards the door. As you heard the knocking again “I’m coming, I’m coming.” When you pulled the door open to your surprise you saw both your brother and Zooey, “well this is a surprise. I thought you said you couldn’t make it and that it’d just be Zooey?” 

He rolls his eyes as he ruffles your hair “alright sis at least act like you’re happy to see me huh?” 

“No no I am, I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

He smiles softly down at you and gives you a hug just as your attempting to fix the hair that he messed up. “I know sis, I just wanted it to be a surprise I know we haven’t seen each other a lot recently. But Happy Birthday and I want you to know that I am super freaking proud of you and everything you’re doing in college.” 

You nod slowly and clear your throat in an attempt to clear your eyes of any tears. As he walks away and into the house he pats you on the back which leaves you with Zooey and you not knowing if she is gonna go in for a hug or a handshake. Instinctively you put out your hand Zooey scoffs playfully as she grabs your hand and pulls you over to her and embraces you in a long hug. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” 

As you place your arms around Zooey’s waist you mumble quietly “Thanks Zooey and it means a lot that you came you didn’t have to.” 

“Oh stop it, of course, I had to Y/N, you’re special to me and you mean a lot to me.” 

You nod sheepishly at her response, only now realising there is no space between the both of your bodies in this hug. You pull back from her rather nervously and cough “I guess I should leave you to get back to my brother.” As your eyes uneasily scan around the room you miss the fact that Zooey takes this moment to run her eyes up and down your body checking you out and biting her lip subtly. She clears her throat as she approaches you and whispers “I’ll tell you this because your brother forgot but he did invite a few of his friends to join so there would be others here he could talk to rather than bugging your friends with stupid talk they probably don’t wanna listen to.”

Your eyes scan her face as she talks as you try your hardest and absolute best to not linger on her lips, going unnoticed by you is Zooey’s hand running around your waist and down your side, she moves it back subtly and lets her hand rest on your ass. Not helping herself in any way but groans internally. 

“Thank you for telling me Zooey, it’s probably better off for you two anyway. You don’t have to sit around and probably listen to our stupid talk.” Zooey nods hastily as she hands you a bag which includes what you can only assume are your brother and Zooey’s card and present. “Again thank you Zooey much appreciated, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Nonsense Y/N, you mean a lot to both of us we had to get you something to celebrate this milestone. Besides, I have my own gift to give you but you’ll get that later.” As Zooey walks off she places small little taps on your ass, unbeknownst to yourself your eyes move up and down her body and stay glued to her waist, hips and ass she saunters off smirking to yourself knowing she’s swaying her hips more and rather exaggerating her movements. 

Zooey was playing a very dangerous game and she knew that. But what could she do, she couldn’t help it if things were rapidly going to shit with your brother. Well, she could help, but….maybe she just didn’t want to. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you were happily buzzed right now. Not overly and sloppily drunk where you wouldn’t remember anything. Just the right amount of tipsy. As you scanned the room you saw Zooey and your brother in a group talking to his friends that joined earlier and all of your friends were talking with each other. Once you knew everyone had drinks and was busy you decided to go upstairs and use the bathroom in your room. Unknown to you as you started ascending the stairs it was like a sense that Zooey had that told her you were on the move as she saw you go upstairs.

Zooey placed her hand on your brother’s forearm softly as she muttered “I’m just going to use the bathroom.” He nodded in response and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head before she quickly yet subtly went up the stairs after you. Her eyes darted to every door along the hallway looking for any indication of what room you went into. She cheered slightly as she saw the door to your room slightly ajar, slipping in between the gap closing the door softly and locking it. Zooey laid her head against the door as she took a deep breath. 

At the sound of your bathroom door closing, Zooey jumped and cursed under her breath. As you turned around you stopped your movements “Oh hey Zooey what are you doing in here?”  You watch as she turns around slowly shoving her hands into her back pockets as she swallows dryly “I thought it would be a good time for you to get your birthday present specifically from me.” 

You chuckle nervously “and that needs to be done alone just the two of us?” The rate at which your heart rate picked up was alarming it felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest. Zooey nodded slowly but confidently “yes, yes it did.” You wet your lips slightly with your tongue as you see Zooey start to approach grabbing your hands slowly and pulling you over nearer your bed. “Have I ever told you just how cute you are and look in this skirt tonight?” You shake your head slowly in retaliation.

“Oh, that’s a shame I should’ve done that sweetie.” 

If you couldn’t guess what this gift was that was specifically from her before you most certainly could now. “Well maybe cute isn’t the right word….maybe more so hot….dare I say even sexy?” she questions as her voice drops down low. It was as if you were stuck in a trance you couldn’t move as you felt her hands roam around your body. It was easily noticeable to you and Zooey that your breathing changed instantly. 

You couldn’t help but gulp as you felt her hands move down your sides and down onto your thighs. Your eyes darted around the room as you heard her humming to herself “Y’know you have very soft skin Y/N.” You clear your throat and nod hesitantly “Thank you? I guess?” As you hear a chuckle pass Zooey’s lips you clench your eyes shut. Zooey feels you tense up as her hands land on the back of your thighs just underneath your ass as her fingers start to draw random shapes and tapping randomly against the skin that isn’t being hidden by your underwear. Zooey slowly starts tugging on the hem of your underwear “y’know it’s been very hard for me to keep my hands to myself and not act flirty towards such an attractive young woman.” 

A shaky breath passes your lips “Zooey what is this, what are you doing?” 

She smirks up at you as she leaves her hands placed on your ass “I’m doing exactly what I said I would. I’m giving you the birthday present, especially from me.”  

“Zooey…b-but what about my brother?” 

She can’t help but gulp at the mention of your brother…her fiancee. “That’s nothing you have to worry about Y/N. I’ll deal with it.” You stare at her and take a deep breath nodding hesitantly and saying pretty much inaudibly “okay.” 

“But I do need you to do one thing for me Y/N.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Consent. So are you okay with this happening right now and are you sober for this to happen?” 

You nod as soon as you hear her finish, but quickly know what you have to do as soon as you see Zooey arch her eyebrow. “Yes I am okay with this happening right now, and I’m pretty sure the second I saw you in my room I sobered right up due to my shock.” Hearing Zooey laugh at that statement you can’t help but chuckle slightly in return. 

“Good, that’s all I needed to know.” As soon as those words leave her mouth she leans in as close as possible placing her lips against yours. The instant her lips were on yours it felt like you had melted into a puddle with how soft her lips were and how delicately she was kissing you. Zooey can’t help but smile into the kiss as you place your hands over her shoulder holding onto the back of her neck and shirt in an attempt to keep yourself standing. 

Removing one of her hands from your ass she places it on your stomach and gently pushes you backwards in a bid to get you lying down on your bed. Zooey inhales deeply as she starts to lie on top of you though being mindful to not place all of her weight on top of you. As you drape your arms over her shoulders again as she situates yourself, you can’t help but raise your eyebrows in surprise when you feel something press against the top of your thigh. You take a deep breath as you clear your throat nervously “Ehhh Zooey…..did I just feel….what I think it is?” 

Zooey attempts her absolute best to hide the smirk as she starts placing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as she mumbles into your neck “You’ll find out soon enough hun.” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes and groan at her response, which swiftly ends up in her retaliating and biting your neck with what can only be the intent of leaving a mark. “Zooey I swear if that leaves a mark.” 

“It’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. It’s getting colder just wear something that’ll cover them…layers are also good.” Throwing your head back against the pillows as you let her continue placing delicate languid kisses against your sensitive skin. Both of you feel the rise and fall of your chest get increasingly quicker the more time she spends kissing your neck and her tongue running along the delicate skin and marks that she made. Taking note of your head thrown backwards Zooey makes sure to slowly move her hands down your body as she subtly moves them up your legs towards your underwear.

To make sure you’re distracted she moves her kisses back up along your jaw and starts kissing you insistently nipping and biting at your bottom lip and making sure to soothe any bites with her tongue. 

With your mouth slightly agape she slowly slips her tongue into your mouth humming at the lingering taste of alcohol she gets from your mouth and the subtle taste of you she can get at the same time. Zooey pulls back ever so slightly as she mumbles against your lips “as much as I would love to take my time with you as if we have all the time in the world. We do not have that pleasure at this moment in time hopefully….maybe somewhere down the line we’ll have the pleasure to take however long we want Y/N/N.” 

As she looks at you briefly to gauge your reaction she grins when she sees the small nod and a whisper of “yeah sure okay.” She leans down and places and lingering kiss against your lips and mutters “you’re the best.” Zooey taking advantage of your slight distraction with the feeling of her lips pressing against any part of your skin that was visible to her, as well as the feeling of her hands making their way up your thighs and attempting to subtly remove your underwear as you just basked in everything relating to Zooey. 

The small groan that escaped Zooey’s mouth couldn’t be stopped as soon as she felt the wet patch on your underwear as she started pulling them down your legs taking note of the goosebumps that were visible on your legs. Once she finally got your underwear off with your very little to no help she paused slightly as she was going to throw them onto the floor, she bit her bottom lip as she stared at the undergarments in her hand going through all her options. Taking a deep breath she tucked them into her back pocket messily letting quite a lot of it hang out over her pocket as she went back to focusing on you. 

Pushing up your top slightly kissing along your stomach as she bunched your skirt up around your waist. As you were just enjoying and letting Zooey do whatever she wanted, was when you realised she had froze and stopped herself the second she bunched up your skirt. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you opened your eyes, whilst slowly moving your hand down to Zooey’s hair and running your fingers through it. “Everything okay Zooey?” 

Clearing her throat, Zooey looked up at you quite sheepishly and nodded “yeah everything is fine. I’m just going, to be honest with you Y/N/N I didn’t think you were going to be as wet as you are.” She glances back down briefly after her statement fingers slightly spreading the entrance to your core as she takes note of the wetness glistening due to the light coming in from the window. Seeing you still slightly tense with her free hand she pushes you back down gently by your stomach as she places multiple pecks against the skin showing “everything is perfect Y/N, just lay back and relax.” 

Glancing at you from the corner of her eye simultaneously moves her thumb over your clit starting to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves as she pushes two of her fingers into your core. She smirks at the strangled noise that gets caught in the back of your throat at all of the sensations Zooey is spreading throughout your body. Slowing the pace of her thumb circling your clit to make sure you don’t reach your high too soon, adjusting her position slightly by propping herself up on her forearm right beside your head as she stares down at you paying close attention to all of the expressions when she hits certain points with her fingers. 

As much as she would love to hear all your whimpers and moans at your full potential she was far too aware of the group of people that were just downstairs, that could walk up the stairs at any moment and catch the both of you.

Much to her dismay not being able to savour and enjoy to her fullest potential what was occurring between you two at this moment in time. Pressing against a more sensitive part of your walls, grinning as she sees your hips writhing beneath her. Sitting back onto her knees as smoothly as she can making sure to keep the movement of her fingers constant as she situates herself. 

Feeling Zooey hit all of the right spots constantly is both amazing and complete and utter torture for you, down to the fact you both knew even if it wasn’t said you’d have to keep as quiet as physically possible due to everyone downstairs. If your lip or hands didn’t have some sort of cut or mark by the end of this night you’d be very impressed and rather shocked by it all. Grabbing on tightly to the pillows placed behind you and the bed covers underneath you at the sudden feeling of the tip of Zooey’s strap-on slowly teasing against your core as she slowly pushes it into you. Sighing softly as you feel her slide the whole length of the strap into you. 

Placing your hand over your mouth as you muffle out “fucking hell Zooey, a little heads up would’ve been nice.” She can’t help but giggle slightly at your comment as she bites her bottom lip and shrugs. “It was a surprise, if I told you about it, it would’ve ruined the whole element of what a surprise actually is.” You chuckle slightly as you look up at her and roll your eyes, grabbing her shirt and pulling her down towards you placing long intense kisses against her lips running your tongue along her lips and pressing against hers in her mouth. 

Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the feeling of Zooey’s strap moving in and out of you constantly. As if knowing Zooey’s next move as she places her hand on the top of your thigh, you wrap both of your legs around your waist ultimately trapping her. Zooey laughs slightly as she falls forward due to your movement placing her hands by the side of your head “shit Y/N.”  chuckling and panting softly into her mouth in pleasure as you feel her hips moving against the back of your thighs. Due to Zooey’s fast and rough thrusts, your body jerks up the bed getting closer to the headboard, hearing it starting to hit against the wall as you mumble out between moans “Zooey, the headboard.” Zooey glances up briefly as she wraps one of her hands on the headboard to stop it. 

Placing her head in the crook grunting softly due to the thrusts of her hips speeding up and slowing down in random intervals just to prolong your reaching your high just that bit longer. Whispering softly into your ear “you’re doing great Y/N/N being so quiet for the both of us so no one will notice.”  The only response you could muster was a small whimper from the back of your throat and your hand dragging down the length of her back and grabbing onto her shirt. Hearing faint mutterings downstairs Zooey starts thrusting faster, feeling your thighs start to tense around her waist she quickly presses her thumb onto your clit in tight and fast circles. Gripping onto Zooey’s shirt tighter as you start biting down on the fist of your free hand feeling the coil starting to tighten as your hips start to rut against Zooey and her thrusts. 

“Zooey…fuck…..yes.” Both of you trying to restrain yourselves from reaching your full volume and potential. Slowly noticing the sweat building up on certain parts of your body between the two of you, feeling tops stick on your stomach and chests. The beads of sweat slowly descending down Zooey’s forehead as she places soft delicate kisses on your neck as she feels the slight stutter of her own hips. 

The feeling of your thighs trembling and your whole body tensing and the quiet gasp that leaves your mouth at Zooey pressing down against your clit harder and thrusting in one last time as she feels her own thighs twitching. Both of your legs and the arm that’s draped around Zooey’s back fall limply on the bed as you attempt to get your breath back. Pulling the strap out of you as gently as she can.

She smiles down at you as she watches the rise and fall of your chest with your eyes closed, as she takes off the strap and throws it to the side. Leaning down closer to you and placing soft kisses all around your face and lips as she mumbles “I hate to break up this lil moment but before we go back downstairs we better clear ourselves back up.” 

You nod weakly and swallow dryly “you should go first…to clean yourself and leave first. Maybe even walk into the bathroom down the hall and come back out just so ya know….people don’t get suspicious.” 

Zooey grins down at you softly as she places a lingering kiss on your every so slightly swollen yet soft lips. “Happy Birthday Y/N/N. I hope you liked your surprise present.” 

You laugh softly at her response as you see her get up off the bed picking up the toy to sneak out to the other bathroom. Staring up at the ceiling smiling to yourself softly, realising what just happened groaning and placing both hands over your face.

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[sapphicqueen]

how am i supposed to breathe when she looks like this????

[wndaswife]

The headcanon asks with zooey kern pleeaasseee

characterization headcanons: zooey kern

character flaws

flighty, avoidant, frightened of change to the point of repeating the same routines and lifestyle to maintain comfort.

cooking habits

she definitely loves cooking a certain type of cuisine — i’m kind of thinking thai or south african. i imagine she developed a taste for it when she was travelling and picked cooking up as a hobby. her friends always look forward to her dishes when she comes over for meals.

coping mechanisms

she struggles with a habit of disappearing and shutting her problems out entirely, overindulging in material and sensory impulses, over-prioritising enjoyment and peacekeeping over confrontation.

myer-briggs personality type

esfj. definitely leads with Fe (extroverted feeling), prioritises harmony and the pursuit of peacekeeping over anything, and will sometimes do this to the point of self-sacrifice. her reasoning for sticking with ben for so long and ignoring the way he treated her repeatedly by continuing to press on with the same belief that he might change and that she needs to help him is more Si (introverted sensing) than Ni (introverted intuition). an enfj would be less resistant to change and would be more open to thinking up different paths of opportunity.

enneagram personality type

obvious 2w1. her driving goal in life is helping others and tending to them, finding her purpose in helping people see their potential and caring for those who need it (2). she does so because she strongly believes that this is the right thing to do, has a lot of moral conviction, and is more or less nothing without her sense of fairness and balance (1).

family

grew up in a quiet family; she was likely the most outgoing and empathetic of her immediate family. close with her grandparents. has cousins that are a few years younger than her and in spending time with them was always the parental figure, looking out for them and making sure they didn’t fight with each other.

guilty pleasures

talks about how much she hates modern-day consumerism but has a habit of shopping too much when she’s going through something distressing, and has ended up with a car full of shopping bags before she can even realise how much she’s bought. 

hobbies

she loves interior design and has helped a few friends flip and design their houses. she’s also a great tennis player.

humour

i imagine zooey as a huge science nerd and probably nerds out with science puns and jokes. meeting old college friends often involves an exchange of very corny science jokes. though in general, she loves anything super nerdy and cheesy.

lazy day

does yoga and stretches at home instead of going out for walks or runs and orders delivery for dinner rather than cooking or making anything. has a show she likes to binge on in the background while doing things like scrolling through her phone or talking with a friend on a call.

pets

a dog person, for sure. i think she’s one to have some kind of border collie or labrador. 

secrets

zooey was a bit of a loner until college where she met more like-minded people, so she didn’t have her first boyfriend until her very early twenties.

shopping habits

she has no idea why she does it, but whenever she goes shopping she can literally not stop herself from buying candles — and a lot of them. she gives them out to her friends and has a larger-than-average collection of them at home. and she loves shopping for clothes, especially pants, strangely.

[implxdingthemirage]

so true..

📽️ Kodachrome (2017).

[batllethinker]

What the song said

[maximotts]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐳. 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐧

a/n: this took me.. so long to finish for literally no reason oh my god!! anyways now I can work on other stuff finally!

warnings: 18+, minors dni; semi-public sex (under the table); fingering (r giving); pet names; dirty talk; clothed sex; slightly possessive reader, but it's all good

summary: Zooey insists on the two of you having a night out, but your mind is focused on just one thing... her. Even while you're still out at the bar

words: 2.3K

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After yet another long week of working, Zooey insisted the two of you have a night out. Nothing extreme or fancy, just one evening to have fun with one another like you did when you weren’t always so busy.

The place she picked was loud, more of a bar than a restaurant, but it was some joint one of her fellow nurses recommended to her and who else would she go out with besides you? It was a fine spot, nothing memorable.. your girlfriend’s dress however? That’d be seared into your brain for a long time to come. A short, simple dress that hit right at mid-thigh, as soon as you saw her you were trying to get her to change your plans into a night in.

“Please? I’ll make terrible mac and cheese and we can sit on the couch and then I could make you lay on me on said couch and-”

“Nope! Delightful as that sounds, I really want to go out!”

“Okay okay, but I get to hold your hand.”

“What a small price to pay..”

Annoying as it was, you were grateful to the loud music blaring through the building. It gave you an excuse to sit right next to her in your booth, facing out to the small crowd of people dancing out on the floor a bit away from you. She’d already pulled you over for enough dances to fill your quota for a year, but Zooey demanded dancing so you endured song after song of her moving animatedly in front of you, sometimes playfully grinding your hips together if the song called for it. And each touch, every brush of skin had you holding back the urge to grab her, pull her into the bathroom, and kiss her until she begged to go home.

But somehow you survived and now you were sitting, waiting for your cheese fries while you tried to hear anything Zooey said. You snaked an arm around her waist, silently possessive when you saw a few too many lingering glances in her direction, pulling her closer until your thighs were touching. “You know I’m not going to fall out of the seat, right?”

“I don’t know, one of those guys might tug you away.” You were joking of course, but still the idea of them looking at your girlfriend sparked the tiniest bit of possession in you. Even more so the need to get her out of the dress that’d been taunting you all night rose, but Zooey had insisted repeatedly she wasn’t ready to go home.

A naughty idea flew into your slightly buzzed head then and you pulled her tight against you, her right knee resting atop your left. “Stop it! You’re being annoying,” Zooey was laughing though, only playfully nudging your shoulder when you started peppering her face with kisses. You wanted to do more, grab her by her shirt and kiss her until you were both dizzy, but even with the corner booth you were in that was too risky.

Instead your fingers played along her thigh, gentle and sweet at first so she did nothing more than hum appreciatively, swaying back and forth to the music. You played it cool at first, fiddling with the utensils on your table with your free hand while you patted her leg, “I really like this dress, Zooey. You look gorgeous tonight.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her cheeks rise just a tad like they always did when she was silently taking in a compliment. Testing fingers ventured just under the hem of the loose fabric, higher than could ever have been played off as innocent, thumb swiping rhythmically over her inner thigh. She was warm, she always was somehow, but dancing had heated her even more; the small gap between her legs felt like a space heater now, “We’ll have to do this more, I think. If I can survive it, that is.” Zooey was barely listening to what you were saying; it was too loud to hear your supposedly passive mumbling, but more so she’d hyperfocused on the fingers just barely brushing her clothed center.

She tensed, but she remained silent so you chose a bolder route. Your hand dropped the fork it was holding and slid under the table, pushing her dress high enough to rest at her hip. It was dark enough no one would see anything, you’d never endanger either of you that way, but the idea still sent a shiver up Zooey’s spine. Maybe she wasn’t thinking straight, but she tried weakly pushing your hand away. “We can’t, there’s people-”

“Ah ah- it’s fine, Zo,” The underwear she’d chosen were all the more enticing, lace that did nothing to hide how hard it was for her to actually ask you to stop. But this was your fun night out; that meant you both needed to have some good fun. “Just sit still and let me do all the work, yeah?” You snapped the waistband of the thin fabric hard enough for her to jump, but your arm was firm enough around her middle that you felt more than saw it. “You trust me, don’t you, sweet girl?”

“Of course, but…” Thinking of an excuse wasn’t working, not when your fingers were pressing right where her legs met her center just to make her jerk more. It was cruel, really, you both knew it, and it was pointless to try to resist your newfound game, but it wouldn’t stop her from ‘trying.’ “Just wait, maybe?”

You let out way too dramatic of a sigh, pulling your hand out of her panties and letting it rest on her knee instead. And you didn’t miss the tiny whine Zooey couldn’t catch. Your chin met her shoulder, still keeping your arm around her, nuzzling your nose against her neck. To anyone else you just looked like a cozy couple on a Saturday night, but below the table Zooey’s thigh was twitching where you were playfully scratching the inside of her leg, just hard enough to make her want more. She never made it obvious nor was it something she talked about, but Zooey loved the feeling of being owned. Healthily of course, but just knowing you had her, that you wanted only her and wouldn’t let anyone else have her never failed to leave the blonde begging.

So, being the good girlfriend that you are, you took full advantage. “I can’t wait to get you home and have my way with you. I’d be doing it right now if I could.” Your lips found her neck, ignoring the slow exhale Zooey took to try to keep herself steady. It was only soft kisses, nothing to attract any undue attention, but they traveled up the length of her neck and stopped at her favorite spot. Zooey shuddered in your arms, breath shaky while she suffered the torment of you slowly sucking a mark right behind her ear, taking your time. She rocked her hips in the seat before she could stop herself, just barely missing your knuckles brushing her core on their upstroke.

If you’d fully pulled away, she might’ve been able to survive until later. She would’ve had to stamp down certain thoughts, but she could have still managed the rest of the night. But the teasing, she couldn’t stand it when you teased her. Zooey was unfortunately impatient; if the opportunity was there, she needed to have it and now she needed you. “What would you do right now?” It was a dangerous question, she shouldn’t have asked, but it was all she could think about.

“If I could take you right now? Just how I wanted?” The grin on your face was wide as she shifted forward just a little, a silent plea to touch her again. You ignored it. “I think I’d have you over this table, you’d look so pretty all spread out for me, don’t you think?” Gripping her thigh with a force, you hitched her leg higher on your own, giving you access to the place you now refused to touch.

Zooey was groaning now, your teeth grazing her ear lobe. You were grateful the low light let you bury your face in the crook of her neck, licking into the divet how she knew all too well from your work down below. “Please..”

“Please what, Zooey? Tell me what you want.” Tapping your fingers along her thigh in time with the music was killing her, the rhythmic motions creeping higher and higher, everywhere but where she wanted.

She gave in -she had to- and reached out for your free hand, grabbing your wrist to guide it back to her center. “Just touch me, please?” The people didn’t matter to her anymore, she trusted you to be cautious about it and honestly right now, it wouldn’t take much to sate her at least until she could drag you home.

You pulled your gaze away from her to look out onto the space around you. Everyone was absorbed in their own night, nobody should bother you. Nudging her underwear out of the way just enough to get your fingers past, you slid along her folds confidently, reveling in the full body shudder Zooey fell into. “I need you to stay silent for me, okay sweetheart? Don’t want to attract any attention now do we?”

Zooey shook her head, biting her lip when your warm fingertips met her clit, “I will, I will- talk to me..” Oh she did love it when you talked her through her orgasms; anything you said to her set another part of her ablaze until she was like your own little fire to keep control of. It was easy enough to set her off that way and you loved watching her do it.

Mischievous lips came to Zooey’s ear once more, this time set on finishing their mission, “You don’t know how hard it was for me not to pull you straight to the bathroom with me earlier with all your dancing.” Two fingers pushed into her just barely, gone as quickly as they’d come, collecting the wetness that’d begun to drip from your girlfriend to drag it back over to her sensitive nub, the small circles threatening to send Zooey into a frenzy.

“Fuck me, please, you have to-” It was dizzying, the powerful bass and your painfully slow teasing clouding her mind to anything but you.

You laughed at that; the poor girl was so gone already. “Oh I don’t think I have to do anything,” Without warning you pushed two fingers into the blonde and you were too slow to stop the loud moan that left her mouth, “but I will. Because you look oh so pretty getting fucked in public.” She leaned back further into your hold, too weak to even pretend to be sitting up properly for the moment. You knew you were pushing it attention wise, but you couldn’t pass up the chance to fuck her roughly- just to see if she could follow instructions. “Hush now, or people will see how you like to get your desperate cunt stuffed.”

She should be patient, take you both home, but not now.. not when she was so close. Instead she gripped your wrist tighter, pressing the heel of your working palm into her clit, giving her just enough friction to subtly ride against. “Harder…”

Teeth bit her earlobe as a warning, “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to stop and you won’t get anything all night.” You saw Zooey clamp her mouth shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth as if she was holding on for dear life. She wouldn’t last long if you kept up this way- perfect.“If only you’d let us stay home, then I wouldn’t have to make you be quiet.”

Zooey whined, muffled enough to be drowned out to everyone but you so you let it slide. She wanted to speak, to beg for just a bit more so she could fall over that coveted edge, but she knew better. If she could just stay on your good side for a few minutes longer.. Your fingers were torturous, curling right where she needed you, “Finish up then and take me home.”

It was barely a whisper; you could tell how hard she was trying not to make what you were doing to her under the table obvious, it was sweet. “Oh sweetie, when I get you home I’m going to fuck you so hard you couldn’t make a sound even if you tried.” There was only a few seconds between the end of your sentence and Zooey finally reaching her peak, hips stuttering into your hand sloppily as she rode it out. As much as you wanted to hold her down and warn her that she was on the verge of making too much of a scene, you were mesmerized by her. The way her hair fell over her shoulders, shielding her face from view as she buried it into your neck, the quick rise and fall of her chest as she tried desperately to recover before anyone could sense distress in your little corner; your mind was already formulating a list of places where you could possibly manage this again with her.

When she finally stilled, you pulled your hand away, chancing a glance around you before hurriedly licking her off your digits to the sound of a tired ‘fuck’ as Zooey caught you. You needed to get out of here, the novelty of a night out having long since worn out in favor of getting your girlfriend all to yourself. Thankfully, she had the same idea, tugging weakly on your shirt sleeve with a whimper that led on how needy she still was, “That mac and cheese at home sounds really good about now… let’s go.”

[abimess]

A last-minute Christmas and some other things

Zooey Kern x Reader

Summary: Zooey works a lot and you thought she wouldn't even spend Christmas with you. Turns out she would, and you had to bring your plans forward.

Warnings: none

Pronouns: none || Word count: 1.274

Two Zooey stories on the same day, because she deserves all the love in the world haha enjoy!

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This is not going to be your best Christmas. In fact, it was very likely to be the worst.

Your family is away on a cruise during the holiday, and your girlfriend Zooey, with whom you had planned to spend the date, will have to work during the weekend. You could've accepted the invitations of some of your close neighbors, but the truth is that without Zooey there, you didn't see much to celebrate.

You still remember when you met her three Christmases ago while volunteering at one of the nursing homes in your town, how her eyes sparkled when they met yours for the first time, how your heart beat faster at her presence.

You asked her out that very same day and she said yes to all the dates that followed.

But this Christmas she would be miles away, far away from you, and out of your reach. The fact that she is missing you as much as you are missing her should comfort you, but it doesn't. The only thing that can comfort you now is the presence of your girlfriend with you.

In the blonde's absence, you put on the most comfortable set of pajamas you can find in your closet and drag yourself into the living room. Throwing yourself on the couch with a heavy huff, you turn on the TV and try not to be a total Grinch while watching all the happy couples in the Christmas movies.

An hour or two after that, you hear the doorbell ring. Grumbling in irritation, you walk to the entrance hall of the house with lazy steps. When you open the door, however, your scowl falls apart.

"Zooey?!" You ask in shock, the sight of the blonde before you almost a mirage. "Merry Christmas." She says with a broad smile, and her voice is enough to prove to you that the image is indeed real.

You move forward toward her and Zooey giggles happily as you hug her tightly around the waist and spin her around, hugging you just as tightly around the neck. When you set her down again, the blonde takes no time to hold your face and plant a loving kiss on your mouth, you smiling against her lips.

"I brought a little something." She announces as the kiss ends, holding up a bag with your favorite wine inside, and you grin from ear to ear, still stunned by your girlfriend's presence there. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, it turns out that my patient's daughter decided to give him a Christmas surprise." She tells you as you enter the house and you close the door, giving her your full attention. "With the family there, they won't need my services. I'll have to come back tomorrow afternoon, though."

"That's okay, at least I'll get to spend Christmas with you." You say reassuringly to the blonde, and her apologetic smile turns to a grateful one soon after.

"How was the trip?" you ask as you pour the wine for the two of you, and Zooey hangs her coat by the door before joining you at the kitchen counter.

"Terrible, all I could think about was getting back to you." She says as she takes one of the glasses from your hand, and you smile fondly, pulling her around the waist and kissing her again.

The two of you then set the table for dinner. You didn't prepare much, it would only be you tonight after all. But it was enough for the two of you, and you talk while eating.

It's amazing how the mere presence of the blonde can make you so happy and alive, the melancholy of a few hours ago completely forgotten by you.

With the meal done and the dirty dishes properly placed in the dishwasher, you and Zooey snuggle in front of the fireplace, her arms around your waist as yours wrap around her under the blanket, your fingers caressing the soft skin of her arm.

"I missed you so much." The blonde confesses after a while, nuzzling her face into your neck and inhaling your scent, and you giggle as you tighten your arms around her. "Me too, my love."

Depositing a soft kiss on Zooey's forehead, you widen your eyes, an idea crossing your mind.

"I have something for you." You announce, and without giving the blonde time to respond, you stand up. "What is it?" she asks curiously, watching you run down the hall toward your shared room. "No peeking!"

Zooey chuckles softly as she waits for you to return. It doesn't take long for you to do so, you walking toward her with your hands behind your back and an expression of genuine anticipation on your face. She narrows her eyes at you. "You're acting weird."

"I am weird, I told you that when we first met, you chose to be my girlfriend because you wanted to." You retort as you sit down in front of her, and the blonde giggles, shaking her head reproachfully at your playfulness.

"And it was the best decision I ever made." She says, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a simple kiss. You smile, wishing she hadn't pulled away so quickly.

Looking at her, lost in the emerald eyes fixed on yours, in the perfect smile that ends on the blonde's naturally rosy cheeks, you think of all the words you could say right now to show her how much you love her.

But she looks at you so tenderly, you sigh. She already knows. And yet you will repeat them to her all your life if you need to.

"Maybe I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore."

"What?" she asks quietly, her eyes searching yours for some explanation, but you keep smiling.

"I want you to be my wife instead." You complete as you bring the small velvet box to the front of your body, and Zooey gasps when her eyes rest on the item. In the next second, however, she delivers a slap against your arm. "You scared me, you jerk!"

You chuckle softly at her reaction, but before you can ask what her answer will be, the blonde stands up. "Wait a second." She says, making her way to her coat hanging by the door. "Wha-"

"Wait!" She interrupts you, rummaging through the pockets of the garment, and you giggle, looking at her curiously. When she turns back toward you, an ear-to-ear grin on her face, you can't help but hold your breath.

"I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore either." Zooey breaks the silence next, another velvet box in her own hands, and you let out a happy giggle, tears forming in your eyes as you see them forming in hers.

"I love you." You say as you pull her to you, your hand on her neck as you kiss her with all the love and care you have for her, and the blonde matches it with the same intensity, the smile on her lips making itself feel as they dance against yours.

"I love you so much." She whispers softly as the kiss ends, and you smile widely before placing another kiss on her lips.

You exchange rings then, Zooey putting the one she bought for you on your finger and you putting the one you bought on her finger.

Tucked under the covers now, you admire the jewelry on your hands, happy smiles on both your faces as your hearts beat contentedly together.

And lying there, cuddled up with your now-fiancée, you are sure there will never be a better Christmas than this one.

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#Day 27: The Boss's Daughter (Wanda Maximoff x Reader) - AU

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Elizabeth Olsen as Zooey Kern in Kodachrome (2017)

[aquamarinescarlet]

Broken bones, healing heart

Pairing: Zooey Kern x Reader

Word count: ~4.8k

Warnings: Car accident, injuries, angst with a happy ending

Summary: After an accident you’re bound to a wheelchair for at least two weeks, and the universe seems to be playing with you when the person who’s supposed to look after you is also the one who hates you the most.

Author’s note: Special thank you to @thesoulofbell for basically co-writting this with me!! This is an enemies to lovers, since apparently that's the only thing I can write.

“Good morning Miss Y/L/N, how’s everything going?” The receptionist greeted as you walked into the building.

“Great Helen, how about you, how are the kids?” You shot her a smile.

“A handful, as always,” you chuckled and made your way to the manager’s office, your office.

The room was neat and clean as always, your degrees exposed on the wall behind your desk, a book shelf on the side, for the purpose of decoration since you’ve never actually read any of those books.

You settled in front of your computer, ogling the stack of papers someone has left on your table for you to look over. Seriously, who even uses that many papers at a time where everything can be done with the help of technology?

Through the glass wall you could see as the other employees started to arrive for the day. With a cup of coffee in hand you went over some of the papers from the pile, reports on the patients the Home Care Agency has been working with, adding all the relevant information to the system.

Ever since you got the promotion, you have hated the job. You enjoyed working with patients, their grumpiness and unwillingness to cooperate was endearing, although others could find it ennerving. Now you’d spend all day in your office, reading over the reports, contacting families, and rearranging the nurses when necessary. It was boring, but you couldn’t quit since the money was necessary.

In addition to the situation, there was Zooey Kern. The woman hated your guts, and refused to do what you told her to. It was frustrating to say the least.

A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/L/N,” your boss appeared at the door.

“Mr. Vega, how can I help you?” The short man stood nervously at the door.

“Kit had to take the day off since his wife just went into labour this morning and I need someone to fill in for him with Matt Ryder today,” his eyes kept looking at something on the end of the corridor.

“I’ll figure it out,” he let out a sigh of relief and excused himself, rapidly walking in the direction he was obsessing with before.

Shaking it off, you took the list of nurses and, unfortunately for you, stated that every single one of them was busy with some other patient. Just your luck. Mr. Ryder required constant care due to his cancer, which could cause relapses every so often, you couldn’t leave him without someone for a whole day.

Without any other option, you decided you’d take care of it yourself. It was a great excuse to get back ‘into the field’.

You reorganized everything, putting away the reports you’d already read, and separating those you still had to take a look at, before going into the supplies area and taking everything you needed.

Due to your position you had Mr. Ryder’s entire schedule, with medicines and quantities all laid out, so that wouldn’t be a problem. The address wasn’t hard to find too, and soon enough you were driving to his place.

As if on cue, Kit started to blow up your phone with messages about Mr. Ryder and all the specifics about his care. Telling you to beware of his blunt honesty, of his terrible habit of playing the drums all the time…

Your mouth was dry and your head felt dizzy. You tried to move but your muscles wouldn’t respond to your brain.

“Shh, honey, don’t move too much.” A female voice called out, hand touching yours.

Carefully you started to open your eyes, being hit with a massive white light. Blinking the initial shock away, you started to make out Helen’s figure. Taking in the full room, the plain white walls, the beeping of machines, the cast around your leg.

You were in your car driving to Mr. Ryder’s home, your phone blowing up with messages, how did you end up in the hospital? Your eyes searched Helen’s for some answers.

“You were in an accident, but you’re okay, everything will be fine.” She reassured and you could see the tears starting to pool in her eyes.

You squeezed her hand. Scared and alone. You took a second to process the whole situation. Your leg was completely immobilized, but for some reason moving the rest of your body felt like too much of an effort to bare.

Helen left your side to get you some water and you missed the touch, the comfort. Gladly you accepted the drink, sipping from the cup she brought to your mouth. The soreness on your throat didn’t leave though.

“Feeling better?” You gently nodded. “Good, you scared me,” your heart warmed at the confession.

Ever since you moved into town the woman has taken you under her wing. Living away from your entire family was exciting, but also terrifying, and Helen has always looked after you like you were one of her children. Unable to speak, you squeezed her hand, hoping to transmit to her all your gratitude with that simple gesture.

Your little moment was broken by the entrance of the doctor.

“Miss Y/L/N, I see you’re awake-”

“Good news doctor?” She interrupted him eagerly.

“Yes, you had some serious injuries,” he told you, “a broken leg and a stable spinal fracture, but you should be okay with the right care.”

Helen let out a sigh of relief, relaxing against the chair she was sitting in.

“We will be able to discharge you in two days, but you’ll need constant help on the day-to-day activities, forcing that spine fracture could lead to a spinal cord injury, and we must be sure to avoid that.” He explained.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, we can get someone from the agency to look after you, right?” She asked and you gulped.

You were always the one looking after other people, being the patient would be weird, especially if one of your employees were to be the caregiver. It would be weird, that’s for sure.

The doctor and Helen walked out of the room to discuss some specifics of your diagnosis, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You wanted to protest, the nurse side of your brain talking louder, but your vocal chords failed you.

The hospital itself wasn’t that bad. The food sucked, and you constantly found yourself alone in your room. The exams they ran were extremely painful as well. Okay maybe it was that bad, but at least you weren’t drowning in paperwork, or spending your day behind a desk.

Instead you spent your days in bed, in pain, of course, but somehow it was slightly better. Mr. Vega came to pay you a quick visit, and so did some of your colleagues. It was good company, despite lasting only a handful of minutes.

You were relieved when it finally came the day you could go home. Helen was the one who picked you up and drove you. Being in a car was frightening, even though you had no memories of the accident itself, but she was always there to comfort you.

She helped you settle on your apartment, the wheelchair really made moving around a difficult task.

“So, when is Mr. Vega sending the poor girl who’s gonna live with me for the next few weeks?” You asked, as you watched her struggle to push you around the furniture.

“Soon, I hope.” She flopped on the couch tiredly.

“Wow, already so eager to get rid of me?”

“You can be a handful,” she joked back, causing you both to chuckle. “Do you need anything?”

You rolled your eyes at her preoccupation, she’d been asking that every five minutes.

“I’m good.”

“Oh thank God.”

“Oh c’mon, I’m not that bad, but thank you Helen, really, you’ve been so much help.” She gave you a soft smile, taking your hand in hers and giving it a little squeeze.

A knock on the door caught your attention.

“That must be her,” Helen said, standing up to answer.

“Do you even know who it is?”

“Nope, Mr. Vega said he’d sent whoever was available, and since you had the accident he’s been running short on staff,” she finally found the keys, revealing the figure on the hallway.

“No,” your eyes went wide when you saw none other than Zooey Kern standing in your doorway, with a very displeased expression, “is this a joke?”

“I’m not happy about it either,” she simply stated, making her way inside, dropping the bags and supplies messily on the counter.

Helen just stared between the both of you with confusion, and some apprehension. Your feud with Zooey was very well known amongst the agency, except for Mr. Vega, apparently.

Before all this hate, you and Zooey were friends, really close friends. You’d both joined the company together and hit it off pretty quickly. You were truly inseparable, doing every and anything together.

That was until she and her - now - ex-husband started going through a divorce and you got a promotion. You’re not quite sure when, how or even why it happened, but Zooey began to hate your guts.

Asking or just striking a conversation always ended up with her yelling at you for no reason. After she said some really hurtful things you simply gave up on trying, there’s nothing you could do if she didn’t tell you what you did wrong.

“I have to go, please don’t kill each other,” Helen pitched, sending you a look of pity before heading out.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as she started to unpack. Reality hit you when she took out a few pieces of clothing, setting them down on the counter.

“What are those for?”

“You want me to spend two weeks in the same clothes?” She mocked.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be here for two weeks,” you made up your mind, “I’ll talk to Mr. Vega tomorrow first thing and ask for someone else.”

“Good luck with that, everyone is busy so it’s me or no one. And unfortunately for the both of us, you can’t be left alone.” You let out a scoff, the nerve she had.

“I can manage it fine on my own.” She was quick to dismiss that statement.

“You have a spinal fracture, plus your leg is in a cast, you can’t walk, or even stand up. If you force your back too much you could worsen the wound. Thinking about it, I might just let you…,” she gave you a smirk, an evil smirk.

That bitch. You couldn’t help the loud frustrated sigh that left your throat.

Turns out living with Zooey was bearable, for the first few hours. She kept to herself and so did you. That is, until the time came that you needed to take a shower.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She questioned as you rolled yourself towards the bathroom.

“Taking a shower,” you responded uninterested.

The wheelchair could barely fit on the small bathroom, making you irritated. Moving around to grab your stuff, such as your towel or anything inside a cabinet proved to be an even bigger challenge.

As your anger got the best of you, you pushed yourself up, leaning slightly on the sink, and used one of your hands to push the chair away. With the brace hugging your torso and the cast immobilizing any knee movement on the left leg, taking a step was almost impossible.

Taking a few deep breaths, making the brace feel even tighter than it should be, you decided to take a leap of faith. Hands away from the sink, you were about to do it when a pair of hands held you back.

“What are you doing?”

“My job,” Zooey’s voice came from behind you as her hands held you firmly by the waist, “you really think you can do this on your own?” Her cocky attitude was picking on your nerves, and you were not about to just let her give you a shower.

“I don’t need help,” you pushed her hands off of you, but they came right back.

“I’m not budging on this.”

“Why not? Wouldn’t you be happy if I just hurt myself even more?” You challenged.

“Yes, but if you did I would lose my job… and my license, so I’m gonna help you whether you like it or not.”

You huffed dramatically. She was right and you hated to admit that. And it has already been too hard to even get up on your own, how you planned on taking a whole shower like that was beyond you.

It was her job, and she was very useful, but damn she could’ve been gentler. Her hands were way too harsh on your skin, way too careless with the soap, and at some point you thought she was going to rip your hair off of your skull by how roughly she was washing it.

Nonetheless, the feeling of clean skin and a fresh pair of clothing was utterly refreshing. Zooey helped you get dressed, which almost ended with your arm being bent backwards, but you pushed your hatred away, determined to enjoy your first night back home in peace.

A movie played on the TV as Zooey prepared dinner. At that point you were warming up to the idea of having her around, especially if she was going to cook for you every meal. That thought was quickly thrown away as she handed you a plain boring sandwich. In revenge you decided to watch three more movies after that, keeping the woman from being able to sleep since she would be doing it on the couch.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she abruptly turned off the TV, “it’s already 2am and I want to sleep.”

“And I want to finish the movie,” you yanked the remote from her hands, turning the screen back on.

“You need sleep.”

“No, you need sleep, I’m totally fine.” You retorted.

Before you could do anything else, she got up from the couch, taking the remote from you, turning the screen off, and hiding it on the top shelf above the TV. You looked at her, dumbfounded.

“What are you doing?” You practically screamed.

“Making you listen to me, now bed.” She moved to try and transfer you to your wheelchair, which you avoided by pushing her back.

“This is my house, you don’t dictate the rules, and I said I don’t want to go to bed,” you argued.

“It won’t be your house if you die of exhaustion,” she reached for you again.

“I’m not tired.”

“Yes, you are.”

“You’re only using that as an excuse so you can go to sleep,” you challenged.

“Perhaps, or it’s because you have been picking on your nails for the past hour, and your legs haven’t stopped bouncing in a while,” instantly you stopped the movement, “you do this when you’re tired, plus your eyelids are trembling,” she pointed out.

She wasn’t wrong. You were tired. Especially since hospital beds weren’t the most comfortable which means you haven’t had a good night sleep in days. Truthfully, you just wanted to piss her off by staying up for so long, a small revenge for the shower earlier, but the idea of going to bed was seductive.

Begrudgingly you accepted her help, moving to your room, and comfortably laying in bed. This time, though, her movements weren’t as aggressive, she was surprisingly gentle. Soon enough you drifted off, already planning on calling Mr. Vega the next morning.

“Are you kidding?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but currently she’s the only one available,” Mr. Vega spoke through the phone.

“Everyone is busy? Can’t you just switch them? I’m sure Zooey would be pleased to tend for anyone else,” you pleaded one more time.

“They’ve been taking care of these patients for months, some for years, switching probably won’t be the best course of action right now, you’ll just have to figure this out,” he explained, before finishing the call, leaving you extremely frustrated.

A groan left your lips just as Zooey walked in, catching her attention, an annoying smirk plastered on her face.

“Don’t even say it,” you warned while she just enjoyed watching how bothered you were by the situation, “why aren’t you mad? Wouldn’t you prefer to be anywhere else?”

“I would, but watching you like this makes it all worth it.”

You swallowed your anger, your urge to launch yourself at her, since you wouldn’t be able to do it anyways. Instead you turned around, hiding inside your room, not bearing to spend another second in front of her.

Soon you fell into a routine. You would keep to yourself, and so would she. Zooey would help you with showers, preparing meals and doing any extra shopping you’d need, while you would let her help, let her keep track of your medicine and go to sleep at reasonable hours. You stayed out of her way and she stayed out of yours.

It was fun, you had to admit. Since moving around was very limited, you took every opportunity you could to get Zooey to do the simplest of tasks. You’d ask her to grab you a cup of water every twenty minutes, to the point when she gave you an entire bottle. You’d drop random things just so you could ask her to pick them up.

Unfortunately the fun dissipated quickly, frustration settling in. You were starting to feel useless around the house, needing Zooey for everything, from simpler things, like picking up the remote from the coffee table, to harder - and more embarrassing - tasks, such as going to the bathroom.

It was no longer amusing to watch Zooey groan as she set about doing something for you, it was equally irritating.

“Can we go out?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” She mocked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I mean go out as in, go anywhere other than this place.” You explained, not in the mood to fight anymore. “Maybe a stroll through the park.”

“I’m not pushing you around a park.”

“Oh, you’re not? Then let’s see what Mr. Vega will think about me being locked inside, y’know how he is with the patients getting fresh air,” you challenged, reaching for your phone.

“Fine,” she gave in with a loud huff.

Getting you into the car was an entirely new challenge. At least you and Zooey had already figured out the best way to move you by now.

Arriving at the park was an utterly satisfying feeling. The last time you had seen anything other than your furniture was ten days ago, you were in desperate need of a change of scenery.

Zooey pushed you for a couple of minutes, and you took the chance to enjoy the smell of freshly cut grass and the warmth of the sun on your skin. But she got bored quickly, setting you beside a bench before sitting on it.

“Happy?” She asked, voice laced with annoyance.

“Yes, actually,” you responded excitedly, only pissing her off more.

You decided not to push it any further, and just enjoyed the silence for as long as it lasted, even if it wasn’t that long.

“Y/N? Zooey?” A voice coming from the left caught your attention and you locked eyes with the brunette walking towards you.

“Marie?” You were shocked, not expecting to see her.

“What happened?” She asked, taking in the state your body was in.

“Car accident,” you shrugged it off.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I see Zooey is helping you out, that’s nice of her.”

“Why don’t you fuck off Marie?” The blonde spoke harshly, but you chose to ignore her attitude.

“I’m getting better, what about you? What are you doing in town?”

“I had a meeting, I’m leaving right after,” you gave her a frown, hoping to have a chance to catch up.

“That’s too bad, next time you come let’s go for a coffee,” you pitched.

“Of course,” she sent you a smile then glanced at her watch, “actually I’m already 5 minutes late so I better get going.”

“I’m sorry for holding you,” you both chuckled.

“No worries, it was nice seeing you, I hope you get better soon.” You thanked her and pitched your goodbyes.

When she was out of sight, your eyes fell on Zooey,

“Why the long face?” You teased.

“I don’t like her, didn’t I make it obvious?”

“Why not? She’s nothing but nice,” you argued.

Marie used to work at the agency a couple of months back. She and you used to date, but broke it off when she was offered a job in a different state. The breakup wasn’t hard on you, you were fond of her, but after some time the relationship just wasn’t… working. The excitement had died down and boredom was the only thing left.

Nonetheless you had kept a friendly status with her, wishing nothing other than the best out of the new job. Zooey clearly doesn’t see eye to eye with you on this - as well as in many others things it seems.

“Nice?” She rolled her eyes. “That woman is everything but nice.”

“You never liked her.”

“And I don’t know how you did,” you shot her a raised eyebrow, “never mind.”

She got up and started to push you back to the car, but you weren’t about to drop the topic that easily.

“Why didn’t you like her?”

“She’s a pathological liar, Y/N. I can’t even count how many times she has lied about being sick or having some sort of emergency just to skip work.”

“That’s not true.” Your voice exuded more confidence on that statement than what you actually felt.

She helped you into the car, driving you back home. The ride was silent for the most part. You were lost in your own mind, repassing your moments with Marie.

Marie was never much of a sharer. Keeping most of her thoughts to herself, not very good when it came to talking about her feelings. But you always respected that, you didn’t push her, you didn’t question anything. She had a right to her privacy, right?

“She was just a very private person,” you uttered suddenly, more to yourself than to Zooey.

“You know that’s not true.”

“Not everyone has to be an oversharer,” you countered.

“There’s a difference between sharing and actively hiding things.”

You arrived home and Zooey wheeled you inside.

“How would you even know if she was hiding something?”

“Oh, please, she was always hungover after missing a day at work due to ‘family emergencies’, her stories changed every time she told them, she talked about hundreds of friends that we never got to meet…”

“Now you’re just making assumptions.” She let out a dry laugh.

“You are so innocent, it’s endearing,” her tone was derogatory, fanning your nerves.

“What does that mean?” You raised your voice.

“You were miserable when with her.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were. You checked your phone every five minutes, you lost your focus when she didn’t show up at the agency, she took hours to text back keeping you out of it all day,” she pointed out.

“I was just worried,” you defended,” and what does this have to do with anything?” You were almost screaming at this point.

“She wasn’t good for you and you were too dumb to notice, apparently you still are.”

You gripped the armrest on the wheelchair, your knuckles gaining a white color from all the strength you were putting into it.

“Too dumb?” You growled.

“Yes, too dumb, she was obviously toxic and-” Tears were starting to pool on your eyelids due to the anger boiling inside you.

“What would you know about toxic relationships? You were the one who cheated on your husband.” You yelled and the room fell silent.

Zooey had an unreadable expression on her face. Her breathing was uneven and your heart was going a thousand miles a second. Biting back the tears, your vision cleared up enough for you to watch her turn around and leave. She walked out the door without another word, leaving you alone to collect your thoughts.

Everything felt overwhelming. Moving. Speaking. Crying. Has your relationship really been a joke for her? For Marie. Why didn’t Zooey ever tell you about it, all of it?

Maybe she did and you didn’t listen, didn’t care cause you were so blindly in love. Maybe you knew all along, just didn’t want to see it, to accept it was true.

How did this day turn so bad so quickly? You were mad at Marie, and you didn’t even know why. The relationship ended a while ago, it shouldn’t matter anymore.

You were mad at Zooey. She was your friend, at the time at least. And yet she hid the truth from you, letting you live through the anguish that the relationship had been. Now you were over it, you were happily living oblivious to all that mess but she felt the need to throw it all in your face.

The audacity she had. Calling you dumb for accepting that for so long when she got to the point of getting married to someone that didn’t make her happy. The hypocrisy. Hating someone for their toxic behaviour when she, herself had cheated on her husband instead of talking about her problems, her feelings.

Your chest was feeling tight, your body frozen in place. It had been minutes, maybe hours, since she left, you really couldn’t tell. You wanted to cry, but tears wouldn’t come out. You wanted to break something, but you were bound to this wheelchair, unable to move on your own without risk of causing more damage to your injuries.

A sudden need for water took over you, but one of the wheels got stuck on the carpet. You tried to set it free, but with all these feelings boiling inside you, it was in vain. With a mixture of impatience, frustration, anger and hurt, you threw yourself off of the chair, determined to get that water.

Standing up proved to be harder than expected, your muscles not having been used properly for the past two weeks. Crawling was worse, the effort put on your arms sending waves of pain to your spine.

Tears burned on your eyes at any attempt you made to reach the kitchen. Rage fueled you. Rage towards the whole situation. Towards the accident. Towards Marie. Towards Zooey. Towards yourself. Towards the fact that you became so useless you couldn’t even perform the simplest of tasks.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” Zooey’s voice echoed once she found you.

“No,” you screamed, “I don’t need your help!”

“Really? Look at you,” she said exasperatedly.

“I said no,” you tried to push her away in vain.

“Stop being so stubborn and just let me help or you’re gonna hurt yourself,” she managed to break through your fight, helping you to stand up.

“Don’t act like you care.”

“I do care.”

“No, you don’t! You have hated me for weeks and I don’t even know why!”

“Because you took the promotion that was supposed to be mine!”

“I never wanted the promotion, I just wanted you,” you blared to her face, breathing unevenly, eyes meeting hers. “All I wanted… was you,” you whispered in the dead silent room, “but at the time you were going through a divorce, you stopped talking to me, and I just needed the distraction, and the extra cash since my brother is starting college soon.”

“I didn’t cheat on him,” she admitted and you frowned, “my ex husband, I didn’t cheat on him.”

To say you were confused was an understatement. You remember it, when she told you everything, about the man she slept with, about the divorce, it was during your first fight. She noticed your questioning look.

“We had talked about the divorce already,” she explained, “before that party. I was going to tell you about it there actually, but then I saw you kissing that girl and something- something just- it just didn’t sit right with me. So… yeah… I did it to get back at you.”

“I- I- I don’t get it,” so many things were going through your mind, you couldn’t focus on anything properly, “that’s why you yelled at me the next day?”

“Kinda, the jealousy mixed up with the anger from you taking that promotion was too much and I just exploded.”

Your breathing was uneven, your face faintly red from the tears earlier. Zooey still held your body close to hers, keeping you from falling or straining your injuries. The feeling of her hand on your torso, her eyes watching yours deeply, made thinking that much more difficult.

“So what you’re saying is-”

“Just kiss me already.”

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[therunawaykind]

There's a first time for everything

Pairing: Zooey Kern x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff, broken nose, curses, blood, established relationship

The Request: I saw your holiday request post! can I request "going skiing together, something I’ve never done before, and I fall on my face, but neither of us can help but laugh as you take care of my bleeding nose" with Wanda or Zooey??? thank you!

Authors Note: Just another holiday request for you all! again longer than anticipated

I'm also still accepting any holiday requests you may have you got until the end of the month! the post for the requests can be found here Holiday Requests

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You and Zooey were adventurous you could say that much. With just how demanding her job is it is quite difficult to find time off to do things for the both of you. Both of your free time was either spent travelling across the country, travelling to different countries or simply trying a range of different sports ranging from snowboarding, rock climbing and different water sports you get the idea. Due to it being near enough to the holidays you both had a nice bit of time off which you were both so thankful for. Unlike your previous years of travelling to extreme measures and going across the country. You both decided to just stay in the comfort of your own home this year. Which you were both very much appreciative of, maybe it was a sign of getting older wanting to just do nothing for a few weeks. But you had a feeling this idea of doing nothing wasn’t going to last very long.

You both were cuddled up on the floor in front of the fire, your backs against the couch with a blanket thrown over the two of you. The television was on however you couldn’t for the life of you recall what was on because you and Zooey had started giving each other endless kisses and affection because you both didn’t realise how much you both missed each other. Sure you saw each other after work and at weekends most of the time but this time was different. You adored this moment in time with her you adored her. As you tried to slow down the kiss, you felt Zooey’s hand grab the front of your shirt and pull you closer to her and mumble “uh-uh come back to me.”

You smirked as you placed your hands on her cheeks and deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but grin when you heard a small sigh and whimper fall from her lips. When you finally get the chance you pull away from her and peck her lips multiple times. As you actually look at her face her eyes are still closed and her lips pursed with a silly smile on her face. “I love you Zooey.

A slight chuckle escapes her mouth “I love you too Y/N. God, I’ve missed just being able to hand out with you doing literally nothing.”

“Me Too, Me too.”

When you finally turn to look at the television again you saw people skiing on screen. “That looks like such a fun sport I never got the chance to ski which is funny considering I’ve gone snowboarding so much.”

“Skiing is actually fun ya know.”

You tilt your head slightly and look down at Zooey who’s leaning against your shoulder “you’ve gone skiing before?”

“Oh, yea I’ve gone on a few trips with friends just for purely skiing purposes. Although at one stage during one of the trips when I was at the top of the mountain over the sun and me being stupid didn’t have my goggles on so one of my eyes was so bloodshot. Not one of my finest moments.” you bit your lip in thought as you stared at the screen “What do you think of going skiing sometime preferably soon. I mean I can’t be terrible at it I snowboard it has to be similar.”

Zooey hummed in thought “I mean it is slightly similar yet different. I mean I prefer skiing but I have a feeling you might prefer snowboarding since you were and still are a skateboarder honey. But do you mean like going to a different country to ski or what? Because getting flights around now is gonna be hard.”

“Nooo not going to a different country to ski, at this time of the year? It’ll be crazy trying to do that. So I mean there has to be an indoor skiing place in this massive country.”So after many hours of researching and planning, you both finally decided to go skiing. You couldn’t lie out of all the sports you and Zooey have tried for some odd reason this sport was the one you were the most nervous and apprehensive about. Like you shouldn’t be, right? You can snowboard both are on snow so really what is the worst that could happen? You both approached the receptionist showing them your booking as you went to the changing rooms to start putting on your gear and selecting the skis you wanted. Since you were so in your head, you didn’t realise Zooey noticed just how slowly you were putting on your gear. “Y/N honey, you know we don’t have to go and do this if you don’t want to?”

Your head shot up to her and you immediately shook your head “no-no. I do want to do this I wouldn’t have put the idea out there if I didn’t wanna do it. But I can’t seem to understand why I’m so nervous about this. I mean we’ve done things like this before.”

Zooey took a deep breath “I…I think I know why you are just so nervous and apprehensive about this. I went through this before with some of the sports you did. I mean hell Y/N I was nervous about going swimming with you. You trained and entered competitions for swimming, hell from what I’ve seen from your history of swimming you could’ve gone to the Olympics. But I was terrified because you were so good and I thought I was gonna embarrass myself because I’m not as good as you. So as for you now, You’re nervous because I have gone on trips before where all I did was ski, so you’re freaking out internally right now because you have no experience in this and I do. But I promise you Y/N you will get the hang of this quickly you’re good at picking stuff like this up. And I will be with you the whole way through this thing even though I know you won’t need it.”

Whilst Zooey was rambling you were admiring her, of course, you were listening to her little pep talk as well. When she finished talking she saw you looking at her softly and with all the love in the world. “What?”

“I love you.”

She blushes slightly and looks down at her feet “I love you too. Now come on and let’s get this show on the road.” after that little prep talk you were more than ready to experience everything skiing had to offer. And well if anything went wrong Zooey was a nurse she’d know how to help you. You were in safe hands.

Okay, you couldn’t lie the first time you put on the skis you were terrible. You couldn’t stand up straight and you were so wobbly. Zooey couldn’t wrap around in her head how you were struggling so much. Yet she was doing her best to conceal her laugh whenever you’d fall on your butt. Slowly but surely after a while, after Zooey gave you multiple tips and tricks you started to get the hang of it. She knew you would do well at some stage, but she could see on your face that skiing wasn’t your sport. You always preferred having some sort of board whether that was a snowboard, skateboard or even a surfboard. But it warmed her heart to think you were sticking it out for Zooey because she enjoyed this more than anything.

However, you started getting a little too confident and started going down ramps at a speed Zooey wouldn’t even go. She did slowly start to see a grin on your face something in her gut was telling her something was about to go wrong so she slowed down and stood still watching you. That’s when she saw you go over the ramp she held her breath as she saw you land it which you did. Though the next second, you fell flat on your face. Her face dropped as she rushed over towards you and helped you to sit up. She looked at you and saw the start of blood running down your nose. “Okay, Y/N honey you were doing so well. I’m so proud of you but as of right now I wanna hit you because your nose is bleeding.” she helped you up and dragged you over to the side as she kneeled down and pushed the goggles up to the top of your head. You looked up at her with soft, sad eyes and mumbled an “I’m sorry.”

Zooey looked as if you were gone mad “You idiot you don’t need to say sorry. I just need to see how bad it is meaning if you broke it or not.” You nodded slowly as she started checking your nose as softly as she could with her fingers, as she got to a certain point you heard her mutter fuck. Your eyes shot up at her “what deserves a fuck coming from your mouth?”

She cleared her throat “Um Y/N Sweetie you broke your nose.”

You raised your eyebrows and nodded slowly “okay that’s great so we go to a hospital and sort it out due to my idiocy.”

She gazed at you as she bit her lip “well you see before we go there I’m gonna have to put it back into place.” You stared at her mouth agape and closed your eyes “this is gonna hurt so much isn’t it?” Zooey nods hesitantly as you mumbled, “fuck me and my idiocy.”

Zooey couldn’t help but start giggling as she rubbed your cheek “I’m so sorry sweetie but it has to be done.”

“Just give me a run-through of what you’re gonna do so I can prepare”

“Okay well first of all I'm gonna have to take off our skis and I’ll have to straddle your lap. I’ll countdown like 3,2,1 go then I’ll do it. That sound good?”

As you started to remove the skis “well it isn’t great but it has to be done, also how does straddling my lap help?”

Zooey pondered for a second as she got onto your lap “it doesn’t really I just wanna be closer to you when I have to do it and besides that way, you can grip onto my waist when it hurts.”

You nodded at her and put your head in a position so it made it easier for Zooey. “Okay Y/N take deep breaths for me and place your hands here.” she grabs them and places them on her waist. “Again it’s gonna be 3 2 1 go then it’s done.”

“3”

“2”

Your hands start to tighten around Zooey’s waist as she smirks lightly. “1”

You close your eyes and inhale deeply “GO!”

As she puts your nose back in place you exclaim “Ow you motherfuc-” Zooey looks at you and runs her hands all over your face.

“Babe you good?” you nod slowly when you finally open your eyes to look at Zooey both of you look at each other and start giggling like little children. “Well, this will be a funny story for the future.”

“Yeah now come on let’s go and see if everything is back where it should be and it’s all done correctly.” as she gets up off of you and walks away with her skis.

You sit there dumbfounded for a few seconds as you register what she just said as you yell “ZOOEY WHAT DO YOU MEAN IF YOU DID EVERYTHING CORRECT ZOOEY! YOU’RE A NURSE IT HAS TO BE CORRECT. ZOOEY! IF YOU FUCKED UP MY NOSE EVEN MORE I SWEAR!”

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[wndaswife]

ooooh can u do nsfw alphabet w zooey kern pls 🫶💗

ily and congrats on 1k 💗💗💗

thank you so much doll and ilyt BUT i haven't seen kodachrome yet im sorry 😫😫

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Kodachrome (2017) dir. Mark Raso Jason Sudeikis as Matt Ryder & Elizabeth Olsen as Zooey Kern

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𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 || 𝐳. 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐧

pairing: Zooey Kern/f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni; smut; car sex; fingering (r receiving); pet names (baby, good girl, sweetheart, baby girl)

summary: You've been touch starved and moody, but unwilling to say anything. Thankfully Zooey always knows how to take care of you best.

words: 1.7K

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You loved your evening drives with Zooey. Every once in a while you two liked to ride aimlessly, just to hear the sounds of the town and see new sights, but mostly to enjoy the gentleness of each other’s presence. Zooey was intuitive; even without you speaking a word she knew you’d been down today so she’d been extra kind, holding your hand while you walked or letting you watch your favorite shows.

Still, your smile had yet to reach your eyes, brushing off any of her concern with a passive ‘I’m fine,’ but she knew better. Somehow she’d convinced you to take a drive with her, claiming it was more for her sake than yours. Moody as you were, you’d never say no to Zooey. And so here you sat, slouched in the passenger seat while she drove.

Your view could’ve been on the charming town you two had settled in, but instead your gaze was set firmly on her, taking in her calm posture, the way she gripped the steering wheel just enough to keep control...her other hand resting in her lap that you wished was in yours instead.

Your mood was fully because of how touch starved you felt, worsened because you felt frustrated with how terrible you were at expressing that struggle. A part of you knew Zooey would never deny you; she was always willing to fall into your arms for a cuddle or brush her lips over the side of your neck whenever you pulled her in for a hug. But there was something about asking her straight out; it felt weak, pathetic. You cursed your brain for feeling so much, turning away from her with a low grumble.

“Baby? What’s going on with you tonight, hmm? You’re never this quiet,” Zooey spoke up softly, causing your cheeks to heat up, a blush forming across them out of embarrassment and pent up nervousness and sexual frustration.

What was wrong was you were desperate for your girlfriend’s touch, but didn’t want to beg for it. You wanted her to tell you over and over again just how much she loved you, only you, and always would...but you didn’t want to come off as clingy or needy. You craved her touch and her validating words, but didn’t dare say a word about it.

“Huh? Nothing, babe. I’m fi-” “Don’t you dare lie to me, Y/N. You’re not fine. I know you’re not fine. Talk to me, my love. Please?” Zooey gave you a quick glance when she made it to a red light, her right hand leaving the wheel and moving to your bare thigh instead.

When the blonde woman saw the way your body reacted to her touch, the way your face softened and your eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, sweetheart. Is that what’s wrong?” Zooey cooed and slowly inched her hand further up your thigh, earning a stifled moan from you.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m going to give you what you want, okay? Gonna make my pretty girl feel so good.” You started to protest when Zooey began drawing circles onto your thigh with her gentle fingertips. “Zooey…”

She hushed you, continuing with her actions as the light turned green and she began to drive again. She continued to make unnecessary turns and stops as she caressed your skin softly, weak moans passing through your parted lips as you felt your arousal pooling between your thighs.

Finally you hit another stoplight, one you’d be stuck at for a while with how much evening traffic was at the intersection. Her hand started on its treacherous path again, but this time it went higher...higher…until her fingers were slipping under the hem of your shorts. You thought she might give up, the belt securing your pants to your body and keeping them firm against you, but she wasn’t one to give up.

Somehow, one handed, she managed to work your belt open, pretending to be focused on the slow moving traffic ahead. And then she had them open, popping the button easily and sliding her hand between rough denim and your soft skin. “Zooey, no you don’t have to-”

She pinched the thin flesh over your hip until you whined. “Behave. Be my good girl, okay?” You nodded, looking back and forth between the car windows anxiously, but still you slid down further, parting your legs ever so slightly for her.

The sudden jerk forward of the car had you stuttering and then you were moving along again. At first you were glad to be momentarily free of the other cars, but then Zooey’s hand wasn’t moving, long fingers placed delicately over your mound as if you weren’t not-so-secretly aching for her touch.

After a string of green lights you were convinced was just the universe’s way of torturing you, the feel of her just there so close, but not doing anything, made you impatient. There was a bump in the road you tried to disguise the subtle grind of your hips with, but it was too strong, giving you away to the mischievous woman next to you. “Oh? Did you need something?”

The car slowed to a stop, finally a red light, and her fingertips rubbed over where you were clothed but wet, embarrassingly close to soaking your underwear. You were too needy to endure her torment today. “Please, the car stopped?” You couldn’t bear to look at her when you asked, suddenly the dashboard clock had become fascinating.

“Oh, so it did,” she was far too passive for how she traced circles over you and it irked you to no end. Zooey lived for teasing you, but had no intentions of doing so for too long at that moment. Not when she saw how needy you were, nor how desperately you craved her touch.

When you felt her fingers press down on your sensitive bundle of nerves over the thin material of your underwear, you whimpered. “Z-Zooey, please…” Your girlfriend chuckled as she maneuvered her hand past the flimsy material, now giving you the skin to skin contact your body was aching for.

“You’re already so wet, baby, and I’ve barely touched you. You should’ve just told me what you needed, sweetheart. You know how much I love to touch this pretty little pussy of yours,” Zooey smirked as she teased your wet folds with her middle finger while pinching your clit in between her thumb and pointer.

You gasped loudly and bucked your hips against her hand, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend. “Look at you, baby girl. Just needed me to touch you, was that it? My pretty girl just wanted some love, hmm?” You moaned and nodded at her words, your own hands moving to clutch your breasts through your shirt. “P-Please…”

To anyone else you might just look like you were suffering from the evening heat, cheeks flushed and head falling back against the car seat. But Zooey took smug satisfaction knowing it was her that had done this, only she could work you up like this when you were being so moody.

The cool metal of her rings dragged through your fold as she ventured to where you were dripping, making you jerk up in a way that if you weren’t so needy you’d be embarrassed. “Someone likes my rings, huh?” You really did. You tried not to let on, but any time she grabbed your wrist or raked her hands over your goosebumped skin, you shivered.

It wasn’t fair just how much she affected you. Sometimes Zooey took her rings off, not wanting to hurt you, but today they were simple flat bands so you were in luck. “My sweet baby likes how they feel against her hot pussy, is that right?”

“Fuck-” Zooey’s fingers just barely dipped into your entrance when the light changed, pulling out for just long enough to make you bite your lip, before she pushed them back. It felt full, the edge of her rings just barely grazing your skin now with her buried in you, but as much as you tried, she stayed still. Your seatbelt kept you flush against your seat, helpful for Zooey who couldn’t hold you down while she drove. “Move, come on, don’t be mean.”

Zooey’s eyes shifted upwards, a smug smirk tugging its way onto her lips as she pulled her fingers away only to slam them back inside of you as she hit the breaks, curling her long digits inside of you as the stoplight went from yellow to red within seconds. “Fuck! Z-Zooey, please!”

Zooey hummed and guided her fingers in and out of you, curling them as she rubbed your clit with her thumb. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you, baby? You wanna cum, don’t you?” You moaned eagerly and nodded, grinding down on her fingers and hand. “Ah ah ah, good girls have to ask permission, baby.”

“Please- please, can I-” It was hard to get the words out, so overcome with arousal that all you could focus on was just how good her fingers felt. This was what you needed, just a reprieve, a reminder you were desired especially by the person you cared most for.

“Can I cum?” Whenever she made you ask, you regretted it, she held it over you with a shit-eating grin that left you grimacing for hours after. It was worth it though, Zooey never failed to deliver, giving exactly what you needed like the excellent caregiver she was.

“Go ahead, baby, make a mess on my fingers right here in the car.” Her hand twisted, fingers curling in the perfect spot at the exact moment the heel of her palm ground into your clit and you had no choice but to fall apart. Your back arched against the rough fabric of the seat, reaching for her wrist to keep her grounded against the movement of your hips.

She felt you clench around her and gripped the steering wheel tight, wishing she could watch you with more than just side glances. Later, she’d have you again, softly the second time, falling against your shared bed and reminding you over and over how dearly loved you are by her, but for now this would do. Just having you groan under her touch was enough for the moment.