After a few comments and some positive feedback from a previous one shot, here's your request to continue that one!
-_Vengeance_6661_
Day eight in the studio. One week, one day. Approximately 192 hours of work give or take. You haven't gotten to see your boyfriend besides the morning stops before work to drop off some coffee or breakfast for him. By the time he came home, he was passed out on the couch. Leaving the space next to you in your bed vacant and cold, for he didn't want to wake you up, even though you wished he had.
Today, you took the day off to spend it with him.
Leaning down, you kissed Zack's neck.
Running your hands through his hair, doing the usual things that turn him on.
Your lips grazed his neck, and you let out a soft moan. It's been a hot minute since the two of you had time to yourselves, let alone time to have a little fun.
You wanted him.
Bad.
You continued to run your hands over his body, kissing along his jawline, tangling your hands in his hair once again.
He swatted you away.
You sat back and crossed your arms pouting.
"Zee, come on." You whined.
"Sweetheart, I love you, but I've got to get this done. I have to record this verse so Matt can finish the last song for the album. This is the last one, then it can be released."
"But you've been procrastinating-"
Zack sighed, pushing his glasses up a bit, "That's my point. I've been procrastinating, I need to get this done."
"Please."
"No, baby."
You leaned against him, "Please."
"Honey, no."
"Pleaseeeeeee."
Zack gently nudged you away, "No."
"Plea-"
"The final answer is no." He said in a stern voice.
You were taken aback by his tone, and kind of found it sexy.
You felt a smirk spread across your face, "Bet."
Zack's eyes shot up immediately and squinted at you.
"What."
"I bet you can't finish recording this before I can get you to come."
"You're playing with fire sweetheart." He chuckled.
You threw your head back and laughed, "Oh honey, I just brought the gasoline."
"Y/n, I'm being seri-"
Your hands found themselves at the fly of his pants, pulling the zipper down to reveal his length which you craved with every very essence of your being.
You worked his boxers down and began stroking him.
Zack let out a soft moan, immediately relaxing and giving into your touch.
