XD though can I request 20 with zen, fluff please :D
Truly thank you for telling me, breakfast is everything
Yes, of course! What a sweet prompt for lovely Zen—I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you enjoy it!! ♡
twenty: fall in love all over again
ZenXReader, T, words: 1988
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The big analog clock on the wall tells you it’s long past sunset. In the studio, there’s no indication of day or night—there are no windows, and the high-ceilinged room is lit for mid-morning. As far as you can tell, it’s been mid-morning for over ten hours.
You slip out of the soft, low-backed chair, and wander over to the craft services table, mostly for something to do. You pour yourself some decaf coffee (because you really want to sleep tonight) and hover near the obnoxiously large snack platter, stretching your stiff arms.
A youngish man with a beard appears beside you. You shoot him a sideways glance; his badge identifies him as a PA.
“So you’re his manager, huh?” he says. You follow his gaze across the expansive room; it falls, of course, on Zen, who is resplendent in a black mock neck sweater and blazer. He’s getting his makeup touched up, perched delicately on the edge of a stool. You smile at the sight of him: he sits perfectly still, his face tilted up obediently. His hair glitters under the studio lights, like it’s been adorned with ice crystals.
“Yes, I am,” you say politely, because you don’t know this man, and what are you supposed to say? Yes, and also we sleep in the same bed?
“Lucky you,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. You sigh. Like you, he’s just looking for a way to pass the time. “He’s crazy hot. Any good stories? Drama?”
You laugh. You seem to have fallen head-first into an impossible situation. You have plenty of drama, you suppose—that morning, Zen had accidentally put berries in his yogurt before remembering that their sugar content is too high for a filming day. You doubt this is the kind of drama the PA is looking for.
Before you can say anything, a script assistant who you vaguely know from another set drifts over to the table, croissant in hand.
“You idiot, they live together!” she interrupts, face alight, evidently thrilled to drop this particular bomb. The PA gawks; the assistant speaks in a low voice, filling him in on the more public details of your relationship.
You slip away as discretely as you can, stifling a yawn. Seeing people make the connection, put together the pieces of your relationship—this was thrilling, once. Nowadays, you feel like there’s no crazy, misconstrued version of your relationship that you haven’t already heard. Today, you really just want to go home, crawl into your warm bed, and sleep for as many hours as humanly possible.
You collapse back into your chair, pulling out your phone out of habit. It’s useless—there’s no service in the studio.
You watch idly as they do a few more takes. It’s not a very exciting shot: Zen turns a corner and walks toward the camera. Then he does it again. And again. It’s boring, but you don’t really mind—you love watching him work. He’s so serious when the cameras are on and so enthusiastic between shots, bouncing on the balls of his feet with anticipation. You’d never know, from looking at him, how many hours you’ve all spent in this chilly, windowless warehouse. He’s practically radiating zeal.
Finally, finally, they wrap for the day. The director whispers to her assistant and the call is repeated, echoing throughout the huge room. Suddenly, there’s a bustle of activity. You draft a quick text to Zen’s agent and another to his publicist; they’ll go through when you get out of this cellular data dead zone.
You linger as people start to disperse. It’s chaos as the crowd moves and shifts, packing up and yelling goodbyes across the room. The first day of filming is always this way: long, boisterous, draining.
You’re drafting a longer email when he finally approaches you, his tall figure casting a shadow over your phone screen.
“Ready to go home, babe?”
He’s in full anti-paparazzi gear, a baseball hat and a mask and a giant scarf. His eyes—the only part of him that’s visible—glimmer, and he winks at you.
“Please,” you sigh, tossing your phone into your bag.
He doesn’t take your hand, because his publicist has repeatedly asked him to please stop doing that while on location. He nudges you with his shoulder, though, offering you a little bit of his warmth.
He’s tired, too—you can tell, though you’re sure no one else could. You see it in the way he walks, his strides just a shade shorter than usual—and in the way his voice sounds, a little bit deep, a little bit muted.
You’re quiet as you walk to the car; he waves goodbye to everyone, calling them all by name—the actors, the assistants, the hair stylists and set dressers and boom operators. It’s just like him to have learned all of this already, you think.
You make your way down a bafflingly long hallway and—at last—into the parking lot. It’s fully night, the moon high in the sky. You take a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of fresh air in your nostrils.
Your phone buzzes repeatedly as a day’s worth of texts come in. You ignore them and shoot a quick text to the driver. Zen throws his arms up over his head and breathes deeply.
It’s routine, you think, as the car pulls up, as Zen tosses another goodbye over his shoulder at a departing electrician. All of it: waking up together, going to work together. Leaving work together, riding back home.
As soon as the door is closed, Zen slumps against you, his head on your shoulder. You lay a hand on his knee.
“How do you think today went?” you ask him. He can be tired, now that he’s alone with you. He’s always acting when he’s at work, even when he’s not on camera.
“Mmmm,” he mumbles into your neck. “I’m not sure. I didn’t even say any lines yet.”
You giggle. “Yeah. It was mostly you walking back and forth, huh.”
He laughs his sweet, breathy, sleepy laugh—the one that never fails to give you butterflies, even after all this time.
You fall into silence. You feel the tiredness in your bones: the hours of sitting have made your butt a little numb, and your eyes burn from the studio lights. You remember, vaguely, the way you felt the very first time you came to a shoot with him—like the world was unfurling before you. You wish you could rekindle just a little of that naïve enthusiasm.
You almost don’t notice the car pulling up in front of the apartment. Zen lifts his head off your shoulder and presses a feather-light kiss to your cheek.
“We’re home, my love.”
You thank the driver and follow Zen—out of the car, down the steps, through the door.
“Okay.” He turns to you, tossing off his hat, his mask hanging from one ear. He’s grinning like he has a secret. “Please wait in the living room, darling.”
“Why?” He shakes his head and kisses you swiftly on the lips, darting away before you have time to respond.
Puzzled, you hang your jacket and flop onto the couch, finally catching up on the messages you missed all day. Almost everyone is in the RFA chatroom; you check in, tell them about the filming. They are amused that Zen was just being filmed walking around all day; there’s more to his character than that! you want to yell at them.
Just then, you notice an unexpected flowery scent drifting into the room—roses and lavender. You sit up, sniffing the air. What on earth could he be doing right now?
As if on cue, Zen appears in the doorway in a cloud of perfumed air. His hair’s untied, splayed artfully over his shoulders. He holds out an arm for you and you scramble to your feet. He laughs gleefully—it’s a beautiful sight to behold; he’s all sparkles and unbridled joy.
“Where are we going?” you ask, laughing as he dramatically sweeps you down the short hallway. It’s not a big apartment—there isn’t really much of anywhere to go.
“Ta-da!” He opens the bathroom door with a flourish.
You inhale sharply.
The overhead light is off and he’s lit every candle in the house—they’re on the sink, on the floor, on the edges of the tub. Through the warm, flickering light, you see light, faintly colored steam rising—you peer down and see that he’s filled the tub with hot water and bubbles in numerous pastel colors. There are rose petals and tiny sprigs of lavender floating on the surface.
“Zen!”
He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it ever-so-gently.
“You gave me nearly twelve hours of your precious time today,” he says, and his voice comes out a little too fast, the way it does when he gets excited and his mouth can’t keep up with his mind. “I know how exhausting it is sitting in the studio. I can’t bear thinking about you feeling cold and tired and sore, all for my sake.” He pauses; caresses your cheek with one long finger. “You’re my whole world. I just want you to feel warm.”
You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him enthusiastically; he stumbles a little, caught off guard, and then catches himself against the doorframe, kissing you back with surprising energy.
You pull away just slightly, your lips centimeters from his. His breath tickles your nose.
“You’re the sweetest, kindest man to ever live,” you say.
“And the most beautiful,” he reminds you, lips just grazing yours, making the bottoms of your feet tingle. “But in this case, all I’ve done is fill up the bathtub. I can do a lot more.”
Your breath catches in your throat. His large hand is at the small of your back.
“C-can I tell you something?” you stammer, before you’re completely swept off your feet.
“Anything, my love.”
“Do you ever feel…hmmm.” You pull back and he lets you, swiping a hand through his perfect silver hair. “Do you ever feel like we’ve sort of fallen into a routine? Like we live together and work together and…do you know what I mean?”
He tilts his head to the side, as if considering it for the first time.
“I suppose that’s true,” he says. “We are together a lot. Which is the only thing I’ve dreamed of since the day I met you, by the way.”
You laugh. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I was just thinking…our lives feel so normal nowadays. You know? But then you go and do something sweet for me like this and…”
“You fall in love with me again?” He winks at you, his red eyes glittering. “That’s exactly what I was just thinking. Sometimes when I’m feeling tired or out of it I look over at you and I just fall head over heels. So much I can’t even bear it.”
“You’re not already head over heels for me?”
He throws out an arm and catches himself on the doorframe just above you, pressing you body into his chest, leaning over you. You’re wrapped up in the intoxicating, fresh scent of him.
“I am crazy about you,” he says. “I am crazy about you today and I’ll be crazy about you tomorrow and I’ll be crazy about you in one hundred years.”
You breathe in deeply. He still makes your head spin.
“I love you,” you tell him.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” he sings, his voice high and sweet. “Now go take a bath while the water’s still warm, my darling. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”
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You sat quietly at the plastic tables in the cafeteria of the production studio. You were on a fifteen-minute break and hoping that the time would pass slowly. To say you were tired was an understatement. Since the budget cuts in the film industry, you were doing the jobs of three people, including your own. Normally, you were in wardrobe, but now you were in charge of ensuring the needs of the talent was met, that they get the correct makeup for the correct scenes, and ensuring that they have the right costumes. It was tiring, and it didn't help that you had twelve actors under your care and a limited amount of time due to the minimum for them, For the most part, they were very understanding, except for a certain individual named Zen.
You don't know what it was about him, but he always went out of his way to make your job harder. While all of the female employees dawned over him, you were cursing his existence for putting you through such hell. Of course, you'd never let him know he bothered you as much as he did, even if it was obvious that he knew. You weren't one to admit things to anyone, let alone an actor who would be gone as soon as the production for Zorro had finished.
Your quiet thoughts and relaxation were interrupted by one of your coworkers who looked just as run down as you did.
"Y/N, could you help me a moment?"
You wanted to say no, but you couldn't, you knew exactly how tired this girl was, and you didn't want to make her suffer any more than she already has. The budget cuts were hard on everyone, and you wanted to make things easier for your coworkers.
You looked at her, a smile crinkling in the corners of your lids. "Sure, whatever you need I got you."
The sigh of relief from your coworker is what made your heart sink, you know how hard this girl is working, it's evident in the bags under her eyes and the frizz that layered her once neatly combed hair. She looked to you tiredly, flipping through pages of a notebook you hadn't even noticed when she approached. "I just need you to take care of Zen. He isn't being the easiest when it's coming to his wardrobe, he's argued with me and a few others about what he wants to wear as opposed to what's required for his role. You're in charge of us, so if you could just explain to him what we tried to explain, that would help."
You weren't surprised by this, and you knew from experience how picky and argumentative Zen could get when it came to how he was to appear to an audience. You sighed and nodded.
"I got this, don't worry." At this you stood and started making your way toward the dressing rooms, leaving your things on the table, knowing well no one would want a half-eaten bagel and a cup of coffee. You would be back later for it, but for now, you were to handle the mess of an actor who called himself Zen.
You approached the various doors that led to each dressing room and stopped before the door farthest to the left of the hall once you heard muttering. It was evident that Zen was in there, you knew his voice more than you wanted to, and he sounded pissed.
"I don't think you understand that this doesn't compliment me. And everything usually does so I don't see the problem with your costumes!"
"I-I-"
You opened the door before your coworker could respond and glared at Zen. You attempted to compose yourself, but your eyes conveyed the anger. You were fed up with the way Zen was treating your coworkers, but you were also in a tough situation considering he was the reason the studio was even getting money. You blinked a few times, releasing the glare from the white-haired actor and softening your gaze toward your coworker.
"It's okay, I can take care of this you go on break okay?" It didn't take much more for your coworker to sprint out of the room, the door closing briskly behind him.
You and Zen stood in silence for a moment, each of you seeming to bask in the emotions of the other. You were angry, and he was amused. This made you irate that he would even find something like this funny. You had never dealt with an actor as stubborn as him, and it was nerve-wracking. He was unpredictable and you hated it.
"Y/N, I missed your pretty face." You forgot about his straightforward compliments or hoped to forget. No matter how much he made you hate him, you would still feel a tingle in your stomach upon hearing him compliment you.
Zen was undoubtedly attractive, and you, much like some of your coworkers, were attracted to him. The only difference is, his arrogance was a major turn off for you. Or so you thought.
You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't even notice Zen approaching you and standing directly in front of you. All you could smell was sandalwood and pine, with a hint of strawberry. From the nearly inaudible smacking of his teeth, you knew he was chewing gum,
So taken off guard, you weren't able to move back, you could only stare into his red eyes as he smirked at you.
"Cat got your tongue?"
You just stared, unsure of how to respond. Zen chuckled, which brought that familiar feeling to your stomach. This made you move. You backed up and walked over to the wardrobe and drew out the costume that you had specifically designed for Zen.
"You do realize I can't make any more changes on this right?" You tried to avoid looking at Zen, but again you could smell his cologne and it made you weak to your knees. You turned around, only to bump into his now shirtless chest. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and your jaw dropped.
"What the hell are you doing?!" You exclaimed, throwing the costume into his chest as you backed up.
Zen laughed again, this time it was lighter and full of sheer humor. "Changing? I have to be on stage in fifteen. I already told the last guy that I'm not wearing this." He tossed the costume you threw at his chest on the couch behind him.
You wanted to groan in frustration but instead sighed. "I can't change your wardrobe again, Zen. The director wants what he wants."
Something about this was funny to him, so Zen smiled at your comment as he walked to the vanity and sat in the chair before the lights. Peering at you through the reflection in the mirror, he spoke.
"Can you do my makeup? The last guy didn't."
You clenched your jaw at the comment, knowing well he was trying to get under your skin and it was working. You nodded and headed to the makeup closet to gather the supplies you needed, then headed back to Zen. His long white hair appeared gold under the artificial lighting, and his red eyes appeared much brighter. He had this almost angelic aura to him the more you looked at him, but the looks deceived those who weren't familiar with him. You knew just how cruel he could be.
You kept a gentle hand as you stroked the black paint under Zen's eyes to where the mask would rest and only show his eyes. Your brushes were too gentle, and you weren't able to get close enough to get the crease of his eye, which meant you kept walking around him. Eventually, Zen sighed and pulled you into his lap. Your stomach touched his chest, and a breath of confusion escaped your lips.
"You were making me dizzy." You could practically taste the strawberry gum in his breath, and it made you feel dizzy. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was only growing with each breath Zen took, and it made you want to order him to stop breathing. Unfortunately, that's harassment so you decided against it.
All you were able to do was nod and continue to do his makeup. This position was easier, but you were having such a difficult time focusing because of the gaze he insisted on holding onto you, and the feeling of his heartbeat against your stomach. You took a deep breath and kept working on his makeup, trying to forget that his shirtless chest was pressed against you. You wanted to forget about how you could feel the ripples of his abs through your shirt, and you most definitely wanted to forget the wonderful scent of his cologne and gum that filled your nose.
You reached back to grab the mascara on the counter and turned back to Zen, who appeared to be in deep thought. You began stroking the mascara on his lashes, as he spoke suddenly.
"Tell me, Y/N, when's the last time someone made you cum?"
You jumped at this, accidentally moving the mascara brush up the side of Zen's head, leaving a long black streak on his forehead. You got off his lap and grabbed a makeup wipe and wiped the residue off, feeling a blush creeping up your neck.
"I asked a question." He reminded. You gave him a look, trying to muster up annoyance as he was catching you off guard at just the right times to make you feel weak. You hated how much you liked it. You hated him.
"I don't believe that's your business." You snapped back, your words coming out softer than you intended. You felt his piercing gaze on your back as you tossed the makeup wipe in the trash bin. He was behind you once more the second you turned around, and this time you audibly gasped. Your face was fuming, and as Zen stared at you, it felt as if he knew every thought and feeling that coursed through your very being.
"Fair, but I couldn't help but notice the way you would react every time I breathed." Zen hummed. "Which, I'm not at all surprised that you're affected this way by my breathing, because who isn't? But it's just so out of character for you, considering you hate me and all..." He trailed off, looking away for a second before looking back to you with a devilish grin.
"I...." You couldn't do anything but look at him with your lips slightly parted. Your heart was racing and your knees were weak, you were afraid that you would collapse at any moment. He knew how you reacted, he felt it, and you liked it.
"I'm going to ask you one more time," Zen concluded. "And if you don't want to talk about this anymore, then we don't have to. We can just go back to doing my makeup."
"I can't remember." You admitted, not even thinking twice. You weren't going to stop where this was going, because frankly, your desire to just be on him was clouding any rationality. Zen took this as a sign to step closer until he was pressed against you. You were against the vanity and had nowhere left to move. It appeared that you weren't the only one affected by desire, as you felt a bulge against your stomach. You gulped and stared into Zen's eyes that were just as clouded as your emotions.
"You say the word and we can go back to what we were just doing," Zen repeated, his voice huskier than a moment ago. You slowly shook your head.
"I don't want to go back." You concluded, your voice was small and foreign to your own ears. This was all it took for Zen to cradle your back with one hand and place the other on your cheek as his mouth collided with yours. His kiss was smooth and deep as he led you to the couch in the middle of the dressing room. Without breaking the kiss, he tossed his costume off the couch and pushed you onto the couch. He broke the kiss and stared at you with plump lips and lust scrawled across his chiseled features.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you." He breathed, his chest rising up and down quickly. "I've wanted you for so long."
He hovered over you and stared at you as you lay beneath him, eyes wide and lips parted. He ran his thumb over your lips, down your neck, and to your shirt as he began unbuttoning your blouse. You reached to help him, but he shook his head.
"I'm taking care of you." He decided, and ripped the blouse, leaving you topless, and just in your bra. He ran his fingers along the lace at the bottom of your bra, his cold hands brushing against the bare skin of your ribs, causing you to arch your back ever so slightly. This didn't go unnoticed. Zen smirked before running his finger down your abdomen and just above your skirt. You could feel the burning desire in the pit of your stomach once more as he hovered just above your skirt. He then brought his hands back up to your chest and unclipped your bra from underneath your arched back.
"You're already arching for me?" He teased as he began to remove his pants. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and slapped his chest, to which he grabbed your hand and looked at you darkly. You looked at his boxers, seeing the arousal that hid beneath them. Zen released your hand and grabbed your chin so he could look into your eyes.
"No touching, you've done enough of that already. It's my turn."
With that, your skirt was gone, and his mouth was on the hem of your underwear as he slowly removed them with a short breath. He tossed your underwear somewhere in the room and looked down to you once more before grinning.
"Just fuck me already." You practically begged, squirming beneath him as he just grinned at you teasingly.
Zen removed his boxers, and within seconds, filled you completely. You were already dripping wet A moan escaped your lips as you put your hands on his back. Zen buried his head in the crook of your shoulder as he thrust into you, causing another moan to escape your lips. You felt a sharp pinch where Zen put his head, followed by a pleasure filled sucking sensation. You knew damn well the hickey that would form would be noticeable, but you didn't care at all. Zen moved from the crook of your neck to your collarbone, and all over your chest, making his own artwork as he fucked you to oblivion.
Zen's thrusts were getting quicker, and you could feel his abdomen tense up as he rested for a few seconds on you before thrusting again. He was close, and so were you. You felt the burning in your stomach move, and you grabbed the back of Zen's neck and pulled him to your lips and kissed him deeper than you've ever kissed anyone before. Zen moaned into your mouth, which made you shiver in his touch. Your mouth parted as he explored your mouth, short moans leaving his lips and vibrating against the back of your throat, causing you to moan. Zen quickly broke the kiss as his thrusts became ragged, and pulled out. You, although near your climax, rolled onto your stomach and crawled toward Zen, who was holding himself and pumping as he stared lustfully at you.
"Let me." You shooed his hand away and took over for him. You pumped steadily, making Zen's breath quicken, his chest rising and falling as he rested his hands on your shoulders. You took him into your mouth, which lasted only a few moments before he came in your mouth. You looked at him with hooded eyes as you swallowed. He pushed you back down onto the couch.
"Don't worry, I didn't ask you about cum without intending to make you do so." Zen breathily spoke. He then filled himself inside you once more, nearly making your eyes roll back in pleasure.
"Fuck." You hissed as he thrust hard into you, each thrust shooting waves of white-hot pleasure through your body. Your moans increased the quicker and harder he went until you reached your climax and released. You twitched slightly after cumming, and while breathing rapidly, looked up at Zen who pulled out and collapsed beside you, his chest rising and falling as quick as yours.
"I still hate you." You teased. Zen rolled his eyes to this and traced his finger along the many hickeys on your neck and chest.
Can I have the “that guy in a gorilla costume had been following us for the last ten blocks” with seven being the gorilla (obviously). Any couple!❤️
pairing: ReaderxZen (idk why xdxd)
If it wasn’t Seven then who would it be? am i right?? There’s gonna be some spicy $hittt (not nsfw, more like the extra one)
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It was Halloween in America, many of your friends who did celebrate the festivity were talking about costumes for the day and such, but in Korea, where you were, it was just like any other day. (*)
There where some stores and coffee shops that promoted some kind of Halloween product, mostly oriented to children, although there wasn’t any trick or treating. So imagine the mood, mostly just fall mood.
There were some groups of people wondering around in costumes and fake blood, entering bars and pubs or walking out of karaokes. You actually had a Halloween themed dinner with Hyun. A lovely Frankenstein drink and a yummy dish.
You were walking around the streets, with a take away coffee in hand, arm in arm with Zen, enjoying the chilly night wind. Occasionally, Zen would pull you into a sweet and playful kiss. You were walking back home, which was a pretty long way, but both of you really took your time.
You have seen a strange thing following you since you were wondering before, and now it was still stalking you both. You gently tugged at your boyfriend’s arm, getting his attention.
“Don’t be alarmed, but this uh… guy in a uh… gorilla costume had been following us for the last ten blocks.” Hyun frowned at you and laughed nervously.
“Jagy, I think you drank too much.” he laughed a little.
“No, for real Zenny, turn around and you’ll see.” you insisted. He looked back slyly and opened his eyes like saucers.
“What the hell?!” He muttered. You looked at him with that “Ikr?” look. “Let’s wait a couple more blocks, if he continues, we’ll get into an alleyway.” you nodded.
The gorilla-man was persistent, so with no previous notice Zen pulls you into an alleyway. He hoovered you and looked down to your eyes, making you blush.
“Don’t even think about it Hyun, a gorilla is following us.” you read his thoughts with a smile.
“Oh but how can I even resist those lips? The way you say gorilla is so sexy babe.” he mischievously muttered, tracing a sweet path from your jaw to your collarbones with his long, cold fingers. He then kissed you quite fiercely, making you sigh, as he always did. His lips went directly to your neck, making you squeak a bit.
“Wow, wow, wow, keep it PG-13, PG-13 my friends.” a known muffled voice spoke really close to both of you. You scream a little when you see the fucking Gorilla standing there, with its arms crossed, looking like he wanted an explanation.
“What the fuck man? What are you a creep or something?” Zen moved in front of you, protecting you.
“I’m no creep! I’m your good friend! The defender of justice!” he exclaimed making some exaggerated gestures.
“Seven?!” you asked really pissed. He took of his mask.
“Voila!”
“You stupid, big idiot!” you instantly started to curse and hit him not so softly to his… quite strong arm. He looked down at you with an “Are you impressed” face. You backed down, back to Zen’s side.
“Watch out Hyun, I’ll steal your girl!” he said running to who knows where. Zen looked… so pissed. He just took your face by your cheeks and kissed you deep.
What the hell is wrong with these boys.
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(*) I don’t live in Korea and know mostly nothing about culture so I looked up for Halloween and they don’t really do much about it unlike the States you know.
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This took so much longer than I thought (working between commissions. My hand feels numb.). But I really wanted to draw my fave boy and his MC~ I know I put that she’s 4′11′’ on her initial profile, but I shrunk her a little more.
Now Ji-Yun’s actually 4′9′’, but she tells people she’s 4′11′’ and wears heels all the time so that way she’s not technically lying.
As far as the default MCs go, Ji-Yun is actually a mix of MC1 and MC2 (aka. Blonde MC).
She started off as MC2, but because I love Zen and wanted him to have an MC that looked as “canon” as possible- I merged her with MC1. Don’t worry Blonde MC lovers! I’ll be introducing her when the time is right ^-^;;;
You knew that Zen would be coming home from filming relatively soon. He had been away for a few weeks shooting a new film across the country and unfortunately, you still had work to accomplish for his next movie. After you and Zen started living together, you realized just how much Zen had been holding back and refusing to let “the beast” out. That man was insatiable.
Perfect for tonight’s setting: horny and ready for some passionate ‘I missed you so much sex’.
You put on your ‘sex music’ playlist and began to hum quietly to yourself as you prepared for his arrival. You had just bought a new set of lingerie: a sheer red babydoll set. You slipped it over your head, hoping it would be a pleasant surprise for your Zenny. He always said you looked good in red.
As you finished putting on your makeup, you heard the front door open. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest already, and you hadn’t even seen him yet.
“Babe, I’m home!” You heard him call from downstairs as he set his bags down by the door.
“I’m upstairs, Zenny!” You replied walking as calmly as you could to the top of the stairway, standing with one hand on your hip. You saw him shortly afterwards at the bottom of the stairs. His jaw dropped open and he paused for a moment, just a moment, before taking the stairs two at a time.
He greeted you with a very eager kiss, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours.
“You look amazing!” He whispered, voice already low, “Red looks good on you.”
“It would look better on our bedroom floor.” You replied coyly, taking his hand and dragging him into your bedroom. He walked slowly behind you, and you knew he was appreciating the view. If you swayed your hips a little more than normal, well nobody could blame you.
You heard one of your favorite songs come on quietly from the speakers and you were overcome by an idea that was probably going to give Zen a heart attack.
You forced him to sit on the edge of the bed and gently pushed his hands away when he went to grab at your hips. He liked being in control and he growled, displeased.
You began to sway your hips gently like you saw in the music video, running your hands down your front slowly in time with the repetitive beat. Zen instantly sat still, eyes drawn to your hips. You turned as the chorus started, choosing to run your hands through your hair and let it fall back down. You bent over shaking your butt a little and giving Zen a great view. You slowly made your way back up to standing height, continuously undulating your hips. You knew Zen was watching your every move. Dancing for him was new for both of you and you knew he was desperately trying hard not to interfere. After several minutes, you felt Zen’s hands return to your hips, pulling you closer to him.
You looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes were dark and hungry, and you were about to be his next meal.
You turned towards him again, lifting your knees to straddle him. You ground your hips down into his in a slow circle as you pulled his face up towards you, reveling in his low moan. His hands were sliding up the top of your lingerie, resting on your lower back. He was going to let you continue, but you weren’t getting any farther away than this. You grabbed the hem of his shirt as the song faded out and pushed it up over his head. His hands left you briefly, to help you, returning instantly as the offending clothing was tossed over your shoulder. You pushed him back gently, hands resting on his chest.
As the next song started, you smiled. This was going to be torture for your Zenny. You leaned back as the first lyrics began to play, moving your hips in slow circles. Zen moved his hands up, pulling the top of your babydoll over your head, sitting up in the process. Throwing it in the same direction as his shirt. You pushed his face towards you. He looked up at your face, silently, watching you as he took a pert nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, torturously, eyes glinting as he watched your facial expressions. You placed your hands in his hair, encouraging him to continue. He switched to the other breast, replacing his mouth with his fingers.
Your breath was becoming ragged and you could feel your face flush. Zen was taking his time, regardless of how desperate you were both quickly becoming. When he was finished teasing your nipples, he moved his way up your neck, biting and sucking as he went.
You moaned quietly when he found the spot he knew you liked and bit on it gently.
“Baby, as much as I love the attention, I think your mouth is going the wrong way.”
Zen huffed against your neck, sending a cold burst of air directly onto the spot he was abusing. It sent a poorly hidden shiver down your spine.
“You’re so impatient for me already?” He asked pulling back with a devilish smirk. “As your music choices have been suggesting, we have all night. I just assumed that’s what you wanted.”
He was staring at you with a faux innocence that was betrayed by the passion in his voice.
He kissed you on your lips then, taking his time to explore every inch of your mouth with his tongue as his hands continued their ministrations on your breasts.
He moved back down to the other side of your neck, sucking and biting just as he had before. Zen slid his hands down your hips and gripped you firmly. You knew what was coming, but still let out a small squeak of surprise when he flipped you onto your back with a low moan.
You let him kiss down your chest again, while you began to work at his belt buckle, deliberately reaching down farther to let your hand brush against Zen’s erection. He hummed against your skin, pleased that you were finally giving him some much wanted attention. You weren’t able to give him attention for too long however, because once his belt was undone, Zen quickly removed it and his pants and returned to you again. His mouth was making its way slowly down your body. Zen was making sure that you were covered evenly in kisses.
He reached your abdomen and dipped his tongue down into your belly button, idly tapping his fingers on your hips, as if he was forcing himself to take his time tonight.
When he reached your hips, he teased you a little more by biting at the elastic on your panties. He sucked hard into your hipbone, leaving a rather large hickey. You moaned quietly and unconsciously bucked your hips up towards him.
“Patience, honey,” He mumbled against your hip, meeting your gaze as you stared down at him, “it’s been a while, I want to make sure you feel good tonight.”
He worked his way down your thighs, stopping to place a small kiss at each knee. He kissed his way back up, pulling your knees over his shoulders as he went.
Zen mouthed at you through your panties and you desperately bucked into him. He firmly held your hips to the bed as he licked you up and down slowly. You squirmed desperately trying to get more pleasure from his mouth than what he was currently giving.
You huffed impatiently.
“Stop teasing me.” You whined.
You felt him smile broadly as he moved your panties to the side.
“As you wish, my princess.”
You bucked up against him when he finally, finally, put his mouth on you properly, licking your clit in small, slow circles.
“You’re such a good boy.” You mumbled between moans, your hands flying to his hair. He responded to the praise with a long groan, that you felt go through to your core.
He picked up his pace and moved his fingers towards your slit. He slid two fingers into you without warning, never stopping his tongue from working on your clit.
“You are such a good boy.” You cooed again, moaning as he bent his fingers in just the right way. You arched your back, breathing heavy. You were getting close and apparently Zen knew it too.
He continued to hit that sweet spot until you were seeing white, knees shaking.
“Zen… I’m so …” You didn’t get to finish that statement. Your back arched up against the bed, hips thrusting against his tongue and fingers. Your head fell back in a silent scream as Zen continued to work you, slowing down to let you ride out your orgasm. He only stopped and removed his fingers from you when your tremors stopped completely, sucking on them as he watched you recover.
“You look so good like that baby…” He whispered quietly as removed his boxers and he slowly crawled over you. He kissed you deeply as he lined himself up properly, sucking gently on your bottom lip.
He slid in and both of you moaned into each other. He was right, it had been a long time and you both were needy and panting.
You wrapped your legs around him tightly as he began to move.
“You feel so good, Zen, baby.” He responded with a growl, and sat up to get a better angle. He began to thrust into you steadily, gradually picking up his pace as he went. He grabbed your hips to help steady him. You drug your nails down Zen’s chest and back, leaving small red marks that only you would get to see. Your panties rubbed against your already overstimulated clit in a steady rhythm. Your second orgasm would not take long.
He grunted as he thrust into you, his thrusts becoming erratic. He fell forward, panting, bracing himself on one arm. He was close, you could tell when he started mumbling sweet nothings into your ear. You kissed him passionately, chasing release with him as he continued to thrust into you. You felt the pleasure beginning to swell inside your abdomen once more. You grasped at the sheets, the bed frame, Zen, anything that could ground you as your orgasm started to build. Zen groaned loudly and bit down hard onto your shoulder. You came hard, throwing your head back as your body tightened around the man inside you. You felt him stutter, then come shortly after, collapsing on top of you as he finished.
You wrapped your arms around the silver-haired man, holding him close to you as you regained your breath. After several moments, Zen lightly kissed your shoulder, pushing off of you. You began to doze off until you felt Zen stir beside you again.
“As good as you look right now, I need to get you cleaned up before we can sleep.” He muttered as he walked towards the hallway. He came back into the bedroom moments later with a wet washcloth. He shut off the music and grabbed one of his shirts and two sets of his pajama pants.
He set the clothing on the bed and you watched him as he began to clean you up. He gently removed your dirty panties and took extra care to stroke gently to your still sensitive lower body. After he had finished, he grabbed his shirt and handed it to you.
“Here princess, you are going to get sick if you don’t put some clothes on.” He mumbled, yawning as he helped you dress. He tossed a pair of pajamas pants towards you and put the other pair on himself. His clothes were always way too big on you, but he always insisted you looked cute in them. Zen climbed back into bed and kissed you gently on the forehead.
“I liked the new lingerie.” He whispered.
You nodded, still dozing off.
“I missed you so much. I love you.”
“My Zenny,” you mumbled, settling yourself against him and cuddling into his chest. “I love you so much.” He grunted in response as he fell asleep holding you in his arms.
