A/N: Okay, bear with me guys. completely unedited, long as fuck, but its all smut. Idk if i even best my personal record for sex scenes. don't know, don't care. i mostly finished this chapter just to finish it. will i go back and edit it? maybe someday.


Addison wakes up the next morning with a strong arm wrapped around her bare torso, pulling her close and keeping her trapped in bed, and a loving ache between her legs. Both of those things make her smile in the early hours of the morning—however early it actually is, she doesn't know.

Even after screwing in his dressing room, they went back to her hotel room and fucked in the shower, then in the bed, then some teasing touches in their second shower, all followed by sweet post-coital cuddles while they drifted off to sleep.

She wants to turn around to look at his sleeping face, admire him for a little while before trying to fall back asleep. The fear of accidentally waking him in the process lingers but is small compared to her need to be as close and cuddly as possible.

Before she can, though, someone knocks at their room door. Addison is very tempted to feign sleeping until Eliza's voice drifts in the room. "Addison? Zed? Are you guys in there?"

Addison groans. She and Zed probably have a ton of unseen messages on their phones—all from their concerned friends. She doesn't even know where her phone is. Hopefully not in the Uber, at least.

And if Eliza keeps screaming, she might even wake Zed, and ruin their first morning together even more. So Addison quietly and carefully slips out of Zed's embrace, making sure he doesn't notice her absence before walking over to the door. She plucks one of Zed's button-downs from his duffel bag and makes sure she's decently covered before opening the door.

Eliza's eyes widen when she sees Addison, her grey cheeks tinting the slightest bit pink. "Oh my God," she mutters.

Addison just raises her eyebrows. "What's up?"

"I—uh—you know you're very naked? Like…beginning of a porno level."

Addison laughs, shaking her head. "Thanks, I think," she says. "I do wanna get back to my 'porno,' so what's up?"

"Oh! Uh, we were just worried. You guys weren't answering your phones, wanted to make sure you guys were alive and…alright." Eliza clears her throat, looking up at the ceiling. "'Cause Willa says you were really upset yesterday and—well we all really care about you—both of you—and just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Addison smiles. No matter how embarrassed she felt for breaking down like that in front of all of her friends, it made her feel a lot better knowing they were all worried for her.

"I'm okay. A lot better."

Eliza looks back at her, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Addison grins. "Yeah."

"Good. I hate seeing you all upset, Princess." She flashes her a teasing smile. "Enjoy your gross porno shit. And make sure you guys eat some food. I don't think Zed's had a proper meal since lunch yesterday."

Addison blinks, stunned. "Uh, okay."

"See you tomorrow." Eliza gives her a wave and heads down the hall, barely waiting for Addison's reply.

She closes the door, frowning. If Zed hadn't eaten since lunch…and the two of them definitely didn't get dinner last night. He was probably starving! She'd kept him from food for so long…too long.

She immediately goes to the desk, searching it for the room service card. Hopefully the food would get there before he woke up. Then he could have something to eat (finally).

She speaks quietly over the phone, hoping not to wake Zed. She nearly makes it through the whole call, but then she hears Zed groan from the bed. "Addy? Baby?" he asks sleepily.

She glances over at him, worry creasing her brows. It takes a few more seconds for the confirmation of their food before she puts the phone down and gets up, rushing over to the bed.

She sits and Zed turns into his side, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Hey, sorry, Eliza came to check on us."

He frowns, reaching out and pulling on the shirt she's wearing. "Come back to bed. We need lots more cuddles. And lose the shirt."

Addison giggles, unbuttoning the shirt. "You're so whiny this morning."

Zed pouts. Addison finishes undressing and slides back into bed, letting him pull her into his chest. He even goes as far as nuzzling his face in her neck, planting affectionate kisses along her skin.

She giggles at his attack. "Good morning."

"Good morning, baby," he mumbles. "What'd Eliza want?"

"Make sure we were alive."

"Ah."

"We have nice friends."

Zed nods. "The best, love those guys." He kisses her jaw and adds, "I love you more, though. And I have you all to myself. Finally." He gives her a playful growl that makes her laugh but also excites her.

"And what are you gonna do now that you finally have me all to yourself?"

"Well, as the resident zombie, I'm going to eat you, obviously."

He rolls until he's hovering over her, grinning at her mischievously. She giggles, feeling the effects of his teasing already starting. She's even sure that if she turned her head, she'd be able to see his hardening member.

"Before you eat me, big scary zombie man—" He bites at the air jokingly, making her roll her eyes and chuckle, "you should know that I ordered us some actual food. So you should either eat me fast, or wait until after breakfast."

Zed thinks about it for a minute. "Hmm, bet I can make you cum before breakfast gets here."

She rolls her eyes but easily agrees, never one to back down from a fun challenge.

Zed pinched her nipples, giving them a playful tug before he heads down between her legs. She squeals. He pushes her legs apart, running a finger through her slick folds.

"Are you just permanently horny?" he teases.

"How could I not be when your dick was poking my ass all night long," she fires back.

"Always my fault, huh?" he asks jokingly. "Just say that I'm irresistible. How could you control yourself when I'm around."

"You're very cocky today."

He hums. Addison cranes her neck, looking down and watching him suck two of his fingers. It was always so hot when he did that, and when he made her suck his fingers. Or when he'd suck hers…did she have a finger fetish?

He pops his fingers out of his mouth. "You love it." She almost forgets what she had said merely seconds before, and before she can think of a witty comeback, he plunges two fingers deep in her cunt.

Addison squeals, arching off the bed in shock and pleasure.

Zed laughs. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her juicy snatch. "What's wrong?" he asks innocently.

She can only manage a moan in response. He was cheating, which was so not fair. His long, nimble fingers, rough and calloused from years of playing guitar, were the perfect fit for making her cum fast.

Of course, he never went straight to finger fucking. He usually liked to tease her with his perfect lips and perfect tongue, eating her out like there's no tomorrow. This time, though, it's just straight finger fucking that drives her absolutely wild. Each stroke gets faster and deeper as time ticks away.

"Ah, Zed!" she moans.

He curls his fingers, thrusting harder into her cunt.

"I'm not even going to use my mouth," he says. His voice was low, the tenor making her shudder. She loves his dirty talk voice so much. "You're so horny just my fingers can get you off. I can feel it, Adds. So horny, your pussy just sucking me in."

He moves faster and harder. His fingers curling, twisting, scissoring. She cries out, feeling herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're so sexy," he compliments. "Beautiful, sexy, angel." He punctuates each word with a hard thrust of his fingers.

"Oh god, oh yes, oh fuck!"

"Almost there baby?"

She feels herself clench around his fingers, feels the oh-so-wonderful spasms of the beginnings of an orgasm building within.

"Yes yes yes!"

He chuckles. Then, the pad of his thumb presses roughly against her swollen clit. She cries out, arching off the bed. The absolute cherry on the cake, the shove over the ledge and into the throws of orgasm comes when he presses and pushes, fiddling with her clit like it's a tiny little joystick.

"Ah-Ah! Yes! Cumming. Cumming!"

Zed surges forward, wrapping his free arms around her twitching hips to hold her in place. He replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking and teasing her sensitive numb with his tongue.

She grabs at the sheets, overwhelmed by the growing amount of pleasure. His tongue makes her cum harder.

She can barely handle it. Zed knows all the right moves, all the different ways to make her orgasm, and it's always breathtaking.

It's not until she's starting to come down from the super amazing, spectacular, mind-blowing high that he withdraws his fingers, moving his mouth down to lap at her cunt. She whines, loving and hating the feel on her sensitive lips.

It takes a few minutes for her orgasm to calm down enough for her to reach down, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Oh," she moans. He might make her cum again before the food gets there. Even if he doesn't, she wouldn't feel too bad about losing out on one orgasm. She's had a lot in the past several hours.

This one builds much faster, definitely because she's still reeling from the previous, and Zed is amazing at eating her out. She likes to joke that it's 'cause he's a zombie. Zombies are experts at eating things (usually brains, but pussy was Zed's specialty).

Her nails scratch at his scalp as she cums for the second time that morning. Zed slows his tongue, letting out sweet, soft moans as he laps up her juices.

She pushes him away before he can try to give her a third.

He peppers kisses along the inside of her thigh, then sits up, a content smile on his face, hand lazily stroking his hard dick. "I win,'' he says cheekily.

Addison blinks, slightly frazzled. "What?"

"I win. The bet. Made you cum. Twice, actually, so double win."

"That was a real bet?"

Zed nods. "Now that I think about it I also made you cum without using my mouth the first time so I triple win."

Addison props herself up on her elbows, scooching back until she's resting on the pillows. "Well, what do you want?"

Zed grins maniacally. If he wasn't so predictable, she'd be worried. But she knows it'll be something sex or her related, or both. Or something sweet and mushy.

"I have everything I want," he says, in the same sweet, mushy tone she loves, the cutest of smiles on his face. She was expecting it, but it didn't make it any less adorable.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He crawls up the bed, planting a soft, sweet kiss to her cheek. He moves to kiss her lips, pausing at the sharp knocking against the door. "Room service!"

"I'd be mad, but I'm starving."

Addison giggles. She pecks his lips, then moves to get out of bed. Zed stops her, pulling her back into him.

"What are you…"

"Ssh." He pulls the blanket back over their naked bodies, then shouts a "Come in!" to the door.

Addison giggles, snuggling into Zed. They can hear the person using their master access to get inside their room.

A shiver runs down her spine—mostly because of Zed's erection pressing into her butt, but also because they are both butt-ass naked with a stranger in their room.

Zed talks to the hotel staffer, something about how Addison is still asleep and to be quick and quiet, but in that nice, charming way he says things.

Zed's arm wraps around her stomach. She wiggles her ass into his erection, feeling him tense behind her.

She's very tempted to reach between her legs and stick him in her. But Eliza's words ring through her brain, reminding her that they both need to eat.

Zed has other plans.

She feels him guiding his member further down between her legs. Teasing her snatch. She swallows down a moan, not wanting to get found out by the employee.

The hotel worker tells them to have a nice afternoon before slipping out.

As soon as the door clicks closed, Zed lifts her leg and slips inside her pussy, burying himself in her warm hole.

She immediately groans, feeling way too sensitive to go another round. But she's a sucker for Zed and his amazing dick, and after a few pumps forgets everything about breakfast and the previous two orgasms she's already had less than five minutes ago. She already wants more.

Zed smothers his face into her neck, kissing her skin while slowly driving his member into her.

It's not her favorite position—any position where she can't hold him or properly kiss him automatically gets bumped down the list—but as long as his dick is in her, she doesn't mind.

One of his legs slips between hers, pushing him in at a much better angle. He placed her other leg on top of his. "Oh yeah, right there," she groans.

"I love you Addy," he whispers in her ear, his voice breathless as he slowly drives in and out of her snatch. "Oh god," he groans.

He caresses her soft skin lovingly, kissing her neck, fucking her cunt. Slow, hard, loving, early morning sex.

That gets interrupted by Zed's growling stomach.

The loud rumble makes both of them pause, then laugh. "Maybe we shouldn't get too carried away," Addison says. She scoots forward and off of his dick, turning around to face him. "Gotta keep you well fed." She pats his stomach affectionately.

"I'd much rather have sex with you."

"It'll be loads more fun when you're not hungry," she assures him. "And we've got all weekend together."

He smiles, moving forward to kiss her, pausing when his stomach growls again. Addison tries (and fails) to hold in a laugh, cracking at Zed's exasperated look.

"Okay okay! I get it!" He rolls over, practically leaping out of bed.

He rushes over to the desk, where all the food is all set up.

Addison giggles. She gets out of bed at a much more relaxed pace, stopping at her suitcase to grab some socks. No matter how horny she was, there's no way she was walking across the dirty hotel carpet barefoot. And, lucky for Zed, she had both their favorite thigh-high socks at the ready—white and lacy at the tops, with pretty flowers. Sexy, and perfect for blowjobs.

Her stomach may be rumbling too, but she can wait a little longer to eat. Especially since she's still reeling from the amazing orgasms Zed gave her literal minutes ago.

Speaking of…

He's already started eating, shoveling scrambled eggs in his mouth so fast that part of her worries he might choke. She doesn't worry too much though. He's a strong eater.

She starts walking towards him, purposely swinging her hips to get his attention and appear sexy. Which isn't very hard, considering she knows how to turn him on and nothing turns him on more than Addison, a hundred percent naked, with a lust-filled swinging in her step.

"You know Zed," she says in her most sultry voice.

He looks up at her, tensing at the sight. She's definitely got him now. He even puts down his fork, giving her his undivided attention.

"I've thought of the perfect prize for your triple win."

Zed was clearly confused, but excited. A fact she could tell from his slight smile and his hard dick.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

She gets down on her knees. Sparing him a glance, she quickly notices how conflicted he is between a blowjob or breakfast. A choice he shouldn't have to make.

"Honey, you can still eat if you'd like. Just don't drop any food on me."

Zed laughs. "Yes ma'am!"

She shuffles closer, getting between his spread legs and wrapping a hand around his erection. She hears him digging into his food already, and casually strokes his dick. He can't be too distracted. He's gotta eat, after all.

Plus, she's finally getting a proper chance to worship him (well, his dick), something she hasn't been able to do since well before the tour started. He wasn't keen on showing his dick over video chat, which she didn't mind. And in the sex sessions they've had throughout the past night, she's barely even gotten to play with it!

He's spent so much time focusing on her, it was time to return the favor. Plus, well, she loves his dick. And, of course, the man attached to it, who knew exactly how to use it to make her scream and cream.

"I've missed little Zed Jr."

"No, nope," Zed says. "Don't call it that."

Addison starts laughing. They have this conversation a lot more than they should. "Should I go back to Vlad? Vlad the Impaler?"

"No!" Zed laughs.

"Trouser snake?"

"That's the worst one."

"Oh! Woody Womb Pecker!"

Zed looks down at her with a semi-serious frown. "Absolutely not. Go back to Zed Jr., at least."

She blows him a kiss but he just sticks his tongue out, going back to his breakfast. "You're so strange," he mumbles around a mouthful of food.

"Zed Jr. doesn't think so. Zed Jr. loves me."

"He loves your pussy," Zed corrects.

"And by extension, me!"

Zed laughs again. "I also love you, you know."

"Duly noted."

"So are you just gonna talk to my dick or…"

"So needy," she muses quietly. She swirls her tongue around his swollen head.

Zed groans. "Mm, that's better, Adds."

She laughs again. Then, finally, she leans forward and swallows his member, still slick with her cunt juices.

Zed leans back in his chair, relaxing more as she slowly sucks his dick, stroking whatever she can't fit in her mouth with her hand.

She's not in any hurry to make him finish. Sure, she would also like to eat breakfast, and the thought of leaving him hanging does entice her, but he deserves a nice blowjob, especially after how amazing he's been to her all night and morning.

She gently bobs her head up and down, slowly taking more of him in her mouth. She lets her drool run down his length, using it as lube on the parts outside her mouth.

"Oh god, Addy," he moans.

She grins to herself. The hand wrapped around his dick slides lower, softly kneading his balls. There's a clang of silverware hitting ceramic and she grins again.

"Addy, baby, I thought you wanted me to eat." He's half-joking, but the quiver and breathlessness of his voice let her know that her teasing is having the best possible effect on him.

She says, "You love it," except she purposely doesn't take his dick out of her mouth, which sends him into a stilted frenzy. He stiffens and lets out a garbled moan, trying his best to control himself.

She pulls off of his member, running her tongue down his length to get him properly coated in her saliva. She strokes his slick member, lifting it up and wrapping her tongue around his balls, giving them the same loving treatment his dick got.

His fork drops onto the plate again, this time accompanied by his fist banging into the table. "Oh fuck, Adds," he groans.

She sucks one, then the other. His hips, and cock, twitch. "God, Adds," he moans, voice strained. "You're killing me."

She sits up on her knees, pulling her mouth off his nuts. He whines in protest, sitting back. Addison looks up at him, slouching in the chair, red-faced and out of breath.

"I want you to lay down," she says.

"Huh?"

She places a hand on his thigh. "You trust me?"

"Mhm."

"I'm going to eat your ass, if that's alright with you."

His eyes widen in surprise. Not at the ass eating, she's done that before. She's guessing he's more surprised (and excited) because, well, timing. It only lasts a second, though, because he nods quickly and jumps up from his chair. They both make the short journey to the bed. Zed sits on the edge and lays back, while Addison gets back on her knees between his spread legs.

She sucks his member back in her mouth. Zed makes the sweetest, sexiest noises as she trails her mouth down his member, kissing and licking his balls before getting to her main target.

Addison loves getting dominated by Zed, she really, truly does. But there's something magical that comes alive in Zed when she doms him. When she rode him, would tie him up, "force" him to eat her out, even sit on his face or sometimes choke him if he was up for it.

The way he absolutely unravels when she eats his ass is better than anything that's ever graced the earth.

She eats his ass, licking inside, around, up and down, driving him absolutely wild. Zed moans, withering under her anal assault. Addison switches between his asshole and his balls, licking and sucking. She plans on drawing this out as long as possible, which means she can't touch his dick. She knows from experience that the combination of acts would make him explode in an instant, and as hot as that would be, the built-up orgasm would be even better.

After a few minutes of her torturous ass and ball eating, she pulls her mouth away from both with a wet suck. She wraps her right hand around his dick, jerking him, while quickly sucking the first two fingers of her left hand in her mouth.

Once they're well coated, she presses them lightly against his hole. Zed gasps, clearly surprised. She waits, slowing her jerking so he can hopefully concentrate more on his answer.

Finally, he breathes out, "Fuck yeah, baby."

She steadily slides the two fingers inside him, causing him to arch his back and let out the sexiest, high-pitched mewl. It's nearly as hot as when he growls—specifically his deep, guttural, zombie growl that makes her want to instantly cum. But when he whines and cries out from her finger banging his ass, well that's a special kind of hot that she only gets to experience on special occasions.

She sucks his dick back in her mouth, blowing him to the same rhythm as her gentle finger thrusting. He lets out a strangled, "Hrnggh," his whole body tensing, hole clenching around her fingers.

"Gezer," he moans, fingers sliding through her hair. She wracks her brain for her limited knowledge of zombie tongue, a thought process that's made slightly annoying by the intense heat coming from his overworked Z-Band and hitting her head. She brushes his hand off while also figuring he's asking—practically begging—for more.

He grabs her by her hair (with the other hand), nails scratching at her scalp, guiding her down his length in perfect time to his own hips thrusting up into her. Meanwhile, Addison curls her fingers in his ass, pumping in shallowly. He's incredibly tight, definitely because she didn't use proper lube, but Zed's still into it so she doesn't stop to go find some.

"Adds…Addiska," he moans in that deep, gravelly voice that makes her pussy wet every time she hears it.

She pushes her fingers just the tiniest bit further, hitting his prostate and sending him into a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm.

His cock swells, rope after powerful, salty rope of hot cum firing in her mouth. He screams and moans and shakes, cursing in zombie tongue, fisting her hair as she swallows his load.

She withdraws her fingers from his ass, focusing her attention on swallowing his load. With the hand that wasn't just in his ass, she lightly plays with her cunt, moaning softly around his length. It's a double win—she knows how much Zed loves when she moans on his dick, plus she's making herself feel good.

He cums hard for a long minute. She cleans his mostly spent length with her tongue, making sure to lick up any stray cum off his dick.

Before she knows it, Zed is pulling her off his cock and up onto the bed. She squeals, seconds before he kisses her roughly. His tongue forces its way into her mouth, something she doesn't mind, letting him ravage her with his fiery hot kisses.

Addison, still managing to think a little clearer, pulls away from him before she can get too carried away, like earlier.

Zed whines (and growls) in protest, saying something in zombie tongue that's too fast for her to understand.

"Zeddy, I can't understand you," she says with a little laugh.

He opens his mouth to say something, but ultimately decides against it, pouting up at her.

Addison kisses his nose affectionately. "Let's give your Z-Band a few minutes to cool down, okay? I'm gonna go wash my hands really quick."

He grins and kisses her, muttering, "Za."

Addison climbs off of his lap. His eyes burn against her backside as she walks to the bathroom, sending delicious heat throughout her body. She does a little dance as she goes, a little wiggle of her hips and bounce in her step, and revels in the low growl that rumbles in his throat because of her.

She quickly washes her hands, humming to herself. And dancing still, shaking her ass to the song stuck in her head, which she soon realizes is one of Zed's. Specifically, one of the songs about her. Aka, one of her favorites.

"You want to go through the week, now you can't let go," she sings softly, both for herself and for Zed to hear. "Let me take your shakin' hands, till the tremblin' slows."

She hears him take in a sharp breath. Her heart flutters in his chest. His music is raw and beautiful, nothing but pure emotion. It's why their fans love them so much. Why she loves it—the band and their music, all of it, even if it means she can't see him as much as she would like.

Zed had a habit of selling himself short. No matter how many albums or tickets they sold, no matter how frequently they had a packed house or how many times he got random DMs from crazy fans, he still couldn't believe people liked his music. He always got all mushy and soft and sweet anytime he'd hear Addison singing—as if she wasn't his number one fan.

"I will hold you through the panic attacks." She shuts off the faucet, bending down to dry her hands on the towel that hangs off the cabinet below the sink. "And I'll be gentle, when your heart feels like glass."

She leaves the bathroom, getting a little lost in the song and the memories of Zed performing last night. "And I'll love you, when your voice starts to crack."

Zed isn't on the bed when she gets out, something she dwells on for less than a second. Then she finds him. Or more precisely, he grabs her around her waist and lifts her off the ground, making her squeal in surprise.

Unfazed, he sings in her ear, "When your heart feels like glass. When your heart feels like glass."

Addison giggles, letting him carry her over to the bed. They sing the last bite of the chorus together. "I'll be gentle with you, I'll be gentle…"

Zed drops her unceremoniously on the mattress, turning her over so she's on her back before crawling between her spread legs.

"I won't actually be gentle," he jokes.

Addison grins, pulling him down for a slow, passionate kiss. He slowly makes his way inside the warm confines of her cunt, both of them moaning as he does.

Zed pulls his lips away, readjusting to get in a proper, more comfortable position. He moves one of her legs up onto his shoulder. The muscles in her thighs and ass stretch in a delicious way, plus the shift allows him to get deeper, making her moan more.

"Zed, oh, oh yes, baby," she moans, her hips thrusting back to meet his own. Her arms hang around his neck, keeping him close to her chest and her body stretched and spread.

He presses a delicate kiss to her ankle. "You're so beautiful, Addy," he says in a low voice. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much too." She gasps when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh god, Zed."

He ignores most of what she says, continuing with his praise that accompanies his slow but powerful pace. "You're so perfect. So fucking perfect. How'd I get so—fuck—so fucking lucky?"

Addison moans again. She can hardly concentrate on what he's saying, barely able to formulate a proper response to his words.

"And these fucking socks." He lets out a little scoff. "You're killing me, babe. You know that?"

"Mhm," she whines. Her nails scratch at his shoulders. Her pleasure builds within, snowballing deep in her core.

"I bet you bought the whole set with you," he whispers.

"J-just for you," she stammers.

Zed moans in response. "You're perfect, my love."

She whimpers. His sweet, sappy words fill her chest with warmth. He slips a hand between their bodies, thumbing her clit lightly.

Addison cries out, back arching off the bed. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling at the green locks. Her cunt spazzes around his invading member. His fingers squeeze her hip and thigh so tightly he'll leave bruises—even more than she already had.

Her pussy tightens and flutters around his length. Stars dance in the corner of her eyes, her orgasm spiraling until it's all too much, too good, too everything.

She cries out, and Zed covers her mouth with his, sloppily kissing her. His hips stutter before he's cumming too.

Her legs tighten around his waist. He drops his face in her neck, grunting and moaning against her skin.

Addison slumps against the bed, thoroughly satisfied. Her pussy is full of dick and cum, her heart exploding with all the love she feels for Zed. Everything, all of it, completely encapsulates her.

She stretches up, kissing the side of his face. "Gar garziga."

"Gar garziga."

Addison traces her fingers over the skin on his shoulder. "We should go finish breakfast…"

Zed laughs. He lifts his face from her shoulder to look at her. "Absolutely not," he argues. "We can eat it later. Right now, I'm having mind-blowing sex with my amazing girlfriend whom I looooove."

Addison rolls her eyes playfully. "Mind-blowing is a bit of a stretch…"

"Liar," he grumbles. "If you're hungry, we can go…"

She shakes her head before he can finish his sentence. "I'd much rather stay in bed with you." She kisses the corner of his lips, and he smiles in return.

"That's good, because I have many plans for you this fine morning and," He moves swiftly, pulling out and flipping her into her stomach and stuffing his length back in, barely giving her time to properly react. He leans over her back, lips barely inches from her ear. His next words are low, sending shivers down her spine. "They're going to be mind-blowing."


After several hours, many, many orgasms and positions and cuddles and naps and some snacks, an order of burgers and fries, more orgasms, and a few more naps that somehow always ended with a dick being sucked or ridden, Zed and Addison find themselves both hopping out of a very long and very steamy shower, thoroughly exhausted and almost completely fucked out. Almost.

Her pussy is sore, her ass is sore, legs weak from the intense workout, knees all wobbly, mind still in a wonderful daze.

She starts toweling off, the lingering feel of Zed's hands on her body, running through her hair, palming her tits, slapping her ass. Like, actually smacking her ass. In a playful way. God, and the lingering feeling of his dick filling her up. And poking her ass.

Always hard, and willing and ready to blow her mind, rock her world, and then some. Zed doesn't mind. He sits back, relaxing, letting her feed him while playing with her ass (one of his favorite assets). He's only gone soft fully once, which was right before and the reason they decided to order some burgers. Which makes Addison all the more glad she had a zombie boyfriend. She doesn't try to understand the science and biology because it's insanely confusing, she just knows that zombies have much longer-lasting erections than regular humans, something she only knows after talking sex with her college friends and Bree. She also learned a lot about Bree's sex life that she doesn't want to repeat.

Addison glances at Zed through the mirror. He wraps his hands around her waist, dropping his chin onto her shoulder. He smiles, his wet green hair sticking to his forehead and his cheek dimpling, combining to make the most adorable version of Zed she could ever imagine. It almost felt sinful how insatiable she was today, fucking him when he could look so sweet and innocent. Almost, though.

"I fucking love you baby," he says, kissing the side of her face.

She giggles, leaning her head onto his. "I love you too."

"You wanna get more food?"

She raises an eyebrow at him through the mirror. "Are you hungry?"

He raises an eyebrow in turn. "Are you hungry?"

She shrugs.

"Well, we could go back to the bed…"

"Mm, I need a little break, Zeddy," she says. "I'm so sore. I feel like I'm getting phantom fucked."

Zed's eyes widen, sparkling with amusement. "What does that mean?"

"Phantom fucked! Like—I've got a permanent impression of your dick in my vagina!"

He cackles, whole body shaking with laughter. "You're too much, Addy."

She rolls her eyes. She turns in his arms, leaning against the sink counter. "Well, I'm not hungry," she says. "I've been pumped full of food and dick, so."

"Not how eating works."

Addison ignores him. "So if you want food, order me a little bit but I'm not dying right now."

Zed hums. He drops a kiss to her nose. "Maybe later. I could use a fresh and clean cuddle."

Addison scoffs. "On those sheets?"

"True." He drops his forehead against her, letting their noses bump together. They both smile softly at each other. She loves him so much.

"Let's go cuddle on those dirty sheets," he whispers.

She giggles. "Only if I get to lay on top of you. I don't wanna be in your cum stains."

"We should really use some condoms."

Addison pouts up at him. "But I like going raw. And cream pies. And when you eat cream pies…"

Zed hums, grinning to himself. "You make the cutest noises when I eat you out."

"It's 'cause of your magic tongue, baby."

Zed hums again. He pecks her lips. "Come on. I need my Addy cuddles."

He pulls her away from the counter, grabbing her under her butt and lifting her up. Addison squeals, locking her ankles around his back. Their towels fall to the ground, completely forgotten. He carried her out of the bathroom, peppering kisses all over her neck and face.

The second they step out in the room, someone knocks on their door. Actually, they're banging on the door like an annoying, insistent bitch, interrupting cuddle time.

"Open the door!"

Zed and Addison make eye contact. "Eliza?" Zed calls.

"Yes, now open the damn door!"

Zed sets Addison down. They both rush to get decent—decent enough to open the door, at least. Zed pulling on a pair of boxers, while tossing Addison one of his tee shirts for her to pull on. Zed runs across the room, opening the door before Eliza can get them kicked out of the hotel. He's pretty sure they're already on thin ice with all the fucking and screaming going on.

Addison doesn't get a chance to find any underwear, Eliza barging in past Zed. She grabs the closest pant-like thing next to her, which happens to be another pair of Zed's boxers (why are his boxers all over the room? No idea). She quickly jumps into them, pulling them over her ass a second before Eliza spots her.

The zombie freezes, her face twisting in disgust. "Have you guys seriously been fucking all day!"

Zed laughs, crossing the room to sit at the desk. "Nice to see you too, Eliza."

She glares at him. "It's bad enough when I overhear your gross phone sex on the bus, but this—this—" She gestures to the whole room, an explosion of clothes and messy sheets, which probably reeked of sex and sweet, "is disgusting!"

Addison raises an eyebrow. "What have you and Willa been up to all day?"

Eliza spins around, blushing furiously. "We went to lunch with Wyatt and Wynter!"

"Is that all you did?"

"Shut up!"

Addison and Zed both laugh, glad to have her cornered.

"Anyway!" Eliza says, redirecting herself. "Where are your fucking phones?"

Addison frowns, as does Zed. She wasn't even sure if she brought her phone with her after the concert last night. There were more important things than her phone, after all.

"Uh, probably somewhere on the floor," Zed says.

Eliza groans. She whips out her phone, tapping away quickly. Then does the same on her Z-Band. Almost simultaneously, they hear the buzzing of their phones which they'd apparently put on silent.

Addison finds Zed's phone almost under the bed, sitting underneath the pile of clothes they had been wearing last night. Eliza finds Addison's phone, somewhere in the depths of her suitcase. Addison doesn't care. What she does care about is the hundreds of notifications on Zed's phone.

Missed calls and texts from his sister and dad (and Eliza, but those were irrelevant). He had at least fifty texts from Addison's dad, which was weird in and of itself because she didn't know he texted her dad. And there were about twenty just from Bucky. And a ton from Dave the human as well, but nobody cared much for those.

"Babe, why do you text my dad?"

"What?" Zed stands up, taking Addison's phone from Eliza as he crosses the room. "I don't text your dad. I keep his number in case there's an emergency, but…"

"Bucky and Zoey and Zevon have been trying to contact you two all day," Eliza states. "So they've been calling me. All. Day. Answer your fucking phones or get a personal assistant!"

She huffs. "Now if you excuse me, I am going to have uninterrupted sex with my girlfriend, and if either of your families call me again I will cut off your dick." She points an accusatory finger at Zed, who cowers behind Addison.

She goes to storm out, but stops, her anger fading with a smirk. "I'm still mad but Addison holy hell you look pretty hot in Zed's clothes."

Addison laughs, though Zed wraps his arms around Addison's middle protective. "Don't flirt with my girlfriend!"

"I'm telling one of my bestie's she looks hot," Eliza says innocently. "It's a girl thing, you wouldn't get it."

"You wouldn't," Addison adds.

Eliza laughs. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She growls, then storms out, leaving Addison in fits of laughter. She loves her friends.

"You do look pretty hot," Zed says. "Gimme my phone so I can take pictures."

They swap devices. "And also call your family back," she points out.

"Pictures first."

Addison pouts. "Nope! I'ma FaceTime my parents before I worry them any more than I already have. Pictures later."

"Fine," he complains.

He sits on the bed, pulling her down with him. They both get situated against the headboard, Addison leaning on his chest while he goes through his messages. She calls her mom, knowing she'll answer for sure.

It does slip her mind that it's currently nine o'clock in Seattle, which means it's midnight in Seabrook.

She talks with her mother for a few minutes, a simple check-in because Addison did interrupt their sleep and she'd rather not talk to her mother for too long. After she hangs up with her mom, she goes through her messages from Bucky and Zoey, responding when needed.

When she finishes with the important texts, she bugs Zed. Pokes his side, pinches him, the whole nine yards. "Gimme attention," she complains.

Zed looks at her. He extends his arm, snapping a selfie with her. She smiles, then watches him send it off to someone.

"Who's that for?"

"Your dad."

Addison gasps, sitting up. "Why are you texting my dad? Why are you sending my dad pictures of me?"

Zed chuckles. "He was asking me about you and your well-being."

"So you send him a selfie?"

Zed shrugs. "Easier than talking to him. I don't like your dad very much."

"Who does."

Zed snorts. "Don't forget who's paying for your classes."

Addison rolls her eyes. As much as she dislikes her parents, she does love it when they pay for her things. It makes her life much easier, and school isn't something they can hold over her head.

"Are you almost done? I need cuddles. You got me all hyper."

Zed makes a disgruntled noise. He turns, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her over his body. Addison squeals excitedly. She latches onto him like a sloth.

"Comfy?" Zed asks with an amused smile.

Addison nods in his chest.

"Good." He rests his phone on top of her head.

"No more phone," she whines.

"Dave the human wants me to post on my Instagram story. I'm looking for some old pictures of us to post."

"Why?"

"Because baby, I can't just post us being naked in bed all day. And my followers love you."

"Just post that selfie you sent my dad. Caption it something like 'Day with my girl' or something."

"No filter?"

"Aren't I always hot to you?"

Zed chuckles. "Of course you are. I'm still gonna find something old for my story though. Make it look like we went outside. Plus hopefully, Bucky doesn't come for me for the bruises on your neck."

Addison giggles. "Maybe try and airbrush those first. But I don't care much either way."

Zed nods. "Might fuck around and post some nudes on accident. Lucky you put that password on that folder."

"If you post my nudes I'll kill you."

Zed laughs, but Addison fixes him with a frown. "I'm serious, Zed. I'll cut off your dick and stuff it down your throat until you choke and die."

Zed's eyes widen. She won't actually be that violent, but if he purposely posts her nudes, he will be facing her wrath at full force. Accidentally, well she'll still be pissed, but not as pissed.

"Message received."

Addison smiles, dropping a kiss to his chest. "Good. Now make sure it's a cute pic of me!"

Zed lets out a strained chuckle. "You're insane, Addison."

"You know I wouldn't actually kill you." She traces her fingers over the tattoos on his chest. "You're too cute to kill."

"How comforting."

Addison giggles. "I won't. I could never hurt you."

"Yes, but you have a lot of influential people in your family, all of whom I'm very scared of."

Addison rolls her eyes. "I can't control what they do, but I won't let them hurt you."

"How sweet." He clicks his phone off. "Still keeping them silenced?"

Addison hums, thinking. They should probably turn their sound on, especially since tomorrow Zed had a show. Plus she was a little scared of Eliza.

"We should turn them back on. Just in case."

"I hate adulting."

Addison nods. His job required him to be active on social media, which was the worst sometimes. Mostly when they just wanted to spend quality time together. At least one of the harder parts of his job was posting pictures. She was trying to get her master's classes while finding a decent internship and working at that god-awful diner so she can make rent.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she sighs.

"But naked."

Addison giggles. "Horny."

"I just love you a lot," he simply says. "And sex. I know I've only had sex with you, but I know sleeping with someone else will be…definitely not as great as it is with you."

Addison smiles softly. "Making love," she sings out. "And the raunchy stuff."

"Oh I love the raunchy stuff." To prove his point, he slaps her ass, then grabs it, giving it a firm shake that makes her squeal and laugh all at once. "But I just meant, like, you're it for me, Addy. And I love showing you how much I love you. And sex is a pretty good way to do it."

Addison smiles brightly. "I agree. Though, you don't need to show me you love me. I know you do. And I love you too. So much."

"I love you so much."

She stretches up, giving him a soft kiss. Zed hums, holding her close to his body. She giggles when their noses bump together. Addison places her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself up to hopefully avoid bumping noses again.

"Yeah, c'mere cutie," Zed mumbles.

Addison giggles. She peppers sweet kisses over his lips, sending butterflies throughout his gut. She's unbearably cute, especially for someone who's had such a huge, insatiable sexual appetite lately.

"Gar garziga," she says against his lips.

Zed grins. "Gar garziga forever."

Addison giggles, kissing him again. She ends up hitting the corner of his mouth, though, Zed yawning right in her face. Lucky for him, she loves him, and finds his yawn even more adorable than usual.

"Are you sleepy, Z?"

Zed hums, thinking, then shakes his head. "Only a little. What's up?"

"Well, I can't seem to get enough of you today." She runs her hands over his chest. "Wanted to know if you'd be down for more sex?"

He perks up, both in the face and down there. "I'm always down for another round, babe."

Addison squeals excitedly. She properly sits up, straddling him.

"I kinda wish I was wearing more, so I could strip for you."

Zed laughs. "As much as I love a game of stripping, could we…" He waves his hand around, and Addison giggles and nods, knowing what he wants without actual words.

"Strip me, baby!" She exclaims, throwing her arms up in the air.

Zed laughs, grabbing the end of her shirt, which is actually his, and pulls it over her head. He tosses it on the end of the bed and immediately cups her boobs. She leans forward, pulling down the boxers she's got on one leg at a time until she's completely naked.

She lazily wraps her arms around his neck. Her hips move against his covered member while his hands generously palm her breasts. Zed groans at the dry-humping, minus the dry of course.

"I love you, Addy," he groans.

A soft, almost breathless smile graces her lips. She lifts off his lap, reaching into his pants and pulling out his hard member. "I love you," she repeats, before slowly sinking onto his cock. "So…so much."

Zed reaches up, fingers tangling in her white locks, and pulls her down to his lips. Addison sighs against his lips, rolling her hips to the rhythm of their tongues, a slow, tantalizing dance they've both memorized over the years.

They move, pushing each other to another countless release. Savoring the time spent together, trading breathless kisses and soft 'I love you's. They finally fall asleep for the night in a tangle of limbs, hearts pressed together, softly drumming to the same beat.