Author note: This is the second chapter of a series of Fem!Jumin X Zen vignettes. As a warning, things get NSFW in this chapter. Touching also starts a little dub con-y but doesn't end that way.

"Miss Han," a security guard called my name frantically. The buzzing on the radio on my bed side table was annoying. I wasn't used to hearing from them at this time – it was after 2:00 AM. Was there a security threat?

"Yes?"

"There's someone here and says he wants to see you… he came on a motorcycle!" I put my hand to my head in a gesture of irritation.

"Does he…" I tried to find the words to describe Zen. "Have white hair? In a weird ponytail?"

"Yes. Ma'am. You surely can't know this person!"

"He's a member of my charity organization."

"Should I let him in?" I paused. What was he doing here? Zen had been vocal about his disapproval of my "lifestyle," and he knew Elizabeth the 3rd was in my apartment.

"Yes. But keep your buzzer on in case I need to ask for him to be removed." The security guard sounded puzzled. Before a minute had passed, a ragged looking Zen stumbled into my penthouse.

"Jumin –"

"Why are you here?" My voice was colder than I meant it to be.

"I came to apologi-" Zen was unable to finish his sentence without sneezing.

"You didn't think this through, did you?"

"Fuck. No. I forgot about the fur ball. I need to go. But I want to talk." I sighed deeply.

"You forgot about Elizabeth the 3rd? How?"

"I'm not… super sober?" I squeezed my eyes shut in exhaustion.

"I know somewhere we can go."

"Is it private?" I ignored him.

"Driver Kim? I need you to bring the limo around." My driver agreed and I sighed. This interaction had already given me enough of a headache. For some reason, I couldn't get the feeling of his tongue in my mouth out of my mind, and it was seriously distracting me. "You can wait in the hall if you like."

"J-Jumin?"

"Yes?"

"It's not that I don't appreciate… Well…"

"Hmm?"

"If we're going somewhere, you might want to get a little more dressed." I looked down at myself. I had, as usual, fallen asleep in my work clothes. My pencil skirt was hiked around my waist, tangled, from sleep, and my blouse was completely unbuttoned.

"Why didn't you say something before now?!"

"I mean… you… its' two AM… and you did let me in? I mean, you look… nice?" His eyes lingered on my chest momentarily, and I turned away so that he wouldn't see the flush warming my cheeks. This was the last time I let a libertine into my apartment in the middle of the night. Thankfully, Elizabeth the 3rd was asleep on my bed, so she didn't witness the situation.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said, striding away and stepping into my walk-in closet. My hands were shaking as I quickly looked through my clothes. I felt like his wandering eyes had burned a hole in my chest, and I was fighting conflicting urges to cover myself entirely and to wear something which would make him look at me like that again. I ran my hands through my hair, taking a deep but trembling breath. I felt over-sensitized. Even just the cloth running through my fingers was giving sending shockwaves of pleasure. Fuck, I needed to be touched so badly. There was a tingling warmth, deep in my belly, which wouldn't go away, no matter how many times I shook my head to try to clear it.

I needed to get dressed before Driver Kim got here. How much time had passed? I bit my lip and chose basically the same outfit I was wearing now. As I pulled off yesterday's top, I felt my fingers almost involuntarily tracing down my body, and I was shivering. "Deep breaths, Jumin," I muttered to myself. I pulled on my new skirt, ignoring the overwhelming urge to run my hands up my thighs, and went back to the living room. Zen was there, staring at nothing.

"Thank you for waiting. Did you notice my fish tanks?"

"Huh?" Zen may have been lucid, but was definitely drunk, and his mind was elsewhere. "Do you like living here?"

"Yes."

"Don't you get lonely?"

"I don't have time to be lonely. And I have Elizabeth the 3rd to keep me company. Don't you live alone?"

"Yes."

"Well, are you lonely?"

"Sometimes." He looked away. "Yeah, a lot of the time, actually. He stared at me for a few moments, silently.

"You should consider getting a pet." He rolled his eyes at me. I glanced down at my phone. "Driver Kim is waiting outside." He didn't say anything, but followed me. I saw a few judgmental glances from the security team as we walked towards the elevator. They would be getting a wrist slap later. Zen followed me into the car, and we both sat quietly for a moment while his eyes roamed across the inside of my vehicle, examining the leather seating, the tinted glass, and the cooler in the corner which was filled with wine. I poured myself a drink, and began immediately sipping the liquid.

"Miss Han. Where are we going?"

"Take us to the C&R lounge."

"What? I don't want to go to your office," Zen interjected.

"It's a quiet part of a private club which is reserved for C&R employees. Of course, we can also speak in the car. By the way," I said, making eye contact with him. "What are you doing here? Aren't these 'beast' hours?"

"Yeah," he said. "But I felt bad. I probably shouldn't have…"

"Did you drive your motorcycle here? Drunk?" He looked away.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"I didn't. That kind of behavior endangers others, too. You should be more careful."

"Fuck, I can't even talk to you. Can you try being a human for like, five minutes?"

"I thought Luciel was the alien."

"You're a robot."

"I don't know how I forgot," I said drily, finishing the last sip of my second glass of wine. I reached over to the cooler and poured Zen one as well, handing it to him. "This is the wine I was going to give you. It's red, aged for about 50 years. I bought a case of it in Italy on a business trip. I take it you haven't had so much to drink that a cup of wine will upset your stomach?"

"Yeah. My tolerance is sky high. Another one of God's mistakes." Narcissist. I rolled my eyes. "Anyway," he said, hiccupping. "I am here, because I wanted to apologize for kissing you the other day. I didn't ask and it wasn't chill. I was at a bar with my cast mates, and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I came here to talk to you, hoping it would clear my head… but I don't feel any clearer."

"Well," I said woodenly. "Thank you for your apology. You didn't need to come all the way out here. Shall I tell Driver Kim to take you home?"

"I need to get my bike…"

"You will not be biking home. I thought you knew this was the case when you drank yet more alcohol. I can have someone collect you tomorrow morning so you can drive it back when you're safe."

"No." He paused. I wasn't going to budge on this. "Driver Kim?" He asked. "Could you give us some privacy?" I saw my driver nod and slowly close the shade between the front of the car and the passenger back.

"What are you doing?"

"Have you ever…"

"What?"

"You know. In here?"

"I don't know what you're implying, Zen." He shook his head at me in disbelief.

"I can't stand you. Do you know that?" I looked away. "Why can't I stop thinking about you?"

"That sounds like a personal problem," I muttered. He grabbed my hand, pressing it to his chest. I initially felt an urge to pull away, but the feeling of his fingers over mine kept it there. His heart was racing.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked, his crimson eyes slightly widening.

"Perhaps you should see a Doctor," I said, a shiver running down my spine when I realized that I could feel his taut muscles under my fingers. When we made eye contact, I saw his usually white cheeks redden slightly.

"You're so fucking difficult," he muttered.

"Zen, you showed up at my apartment in the middle of the night. I think I have been quite accommodating." He dropped my hand.

"You should pour yourself one, too. I don't like drinking alone." My cup had been emptied for a third time, so I did as he asked, and closed my eyes as I tasted the dark, slightly bitter liquid. I hadn't noticed until then, but the alcohol was going straight to my head. I was tired, and it was affecting me more than usual. Besides, I didn't usually drink four (was it four?) cups in a ten-minute span.

"Usually, wine this nice should be savored, but…" I was humming slightly, sliding my eyes closed as I felt the wine permeate my system.

"What?" He asked. My world had gotten slightly warmer from downing several glasses of highly alcoholic wine, and I could feel resistance fading. "Jumin, what the hell are you doing? That bottle was full when we got in the car." I looked down and realized that it was nearly gone.

"I'm fine, Zen."

"You're a tall woman, but you're umm… in great shape. You know. Very svelte. Thin. Slender…" He trailed off, looking back at me. "You don't get much sleep, either. You don't want to have a hangover at your board meeting," he said, starting to chuckle at the thought of my discomfort.

"I can take care of myself." He got out of his seat and slid beside me.

"Can you?"

"You're too close."

"Jumin, what were you thinking, inviting a man into your limo, letting him close the window, and then drinking like that?"

"You're in RFA, Zen. You won't do anything to me. Also, didn't you apologize for non-consensual kissing less than five minutes ago?"

"Seeing you drink… There's red liquid all over your soft lips, and it makes me want to… Just, stop. Don't tease the beast. Why do you think that I wouldn't do that again? I did, before." I shook my head at him.

"It was just a kiss. Zen. You're being absurd." Just a kiss. Was that really true? Nothing more had happened physically, but qualifying it in such a way seemed inaccurate.

"Really?" He asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to him. "You don't understand how people work. It makes me so mad," he said, leaning into me. I could smell his cologne again, but it was mixed with the smell of alcohol, on his breath, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke, something which I should have hated, but on him, really didn't. I didn't say anything to him, and I looked at his hand on my arm. "You're not going to tell me to let go of you?" I shook my head.

"I'm not afraid of you," I said, my voice chilly although my heart was racing. He leaned in even closer, letting go of me and sliding his arm around my waist. Zen's breathing was shallow, and even though I tried to keep mine calm, it was, too.

"What about now?" His voice was husky. I shook my head at him again. He smirked. "You shouldn't let your guard down around me like this, Jumin. Your security guards can't protect you back here." He grabbed me and practically picked me up, pulling me onto his lap, so that my legs were on either side of him. His hands were clasped tightly around my waist, and he grabbed my hair so he could move my head out of the way to kiss my neck. I stifled a moan as he dug his teeth into my soft skin. "You're being reckless. All you have to do is say please," he muttered. "I'm a good person, but I need to hear it from you. Be a human, for once." I shook my head at him and softly whimpered when he pressed his lips against mine. I wanted to be silent, but I couldn't do better than choking back a gasp when he slid his hand up my shirt.

"I'm not going to tell you that," I said, shutting my eyes tightly as he cupped my breast and squeezed it.

"Are you sure?" His other hand was tracing up and down my thigh, but he had started to slightly reach up my skirt.

"I'm not going to say –" I moaned in honest when his fingers reached the top of my thigh and he start stroking me, running his fingers across my silk panties. "Fuck, Zen," I gasped. I knew that he could tell that I liked… what was happening when he touched me there. He inhaled suddenly, looking surprised but somewhat pleased when he slid his fingers under my waist band, running his fingers across my folds.

"You're pretty wet for me," he said, with a smug expression on his face. "I guess God's mistakes impact robots, too." I rolled my eyes but whimpered when he pressed his thumb onto my clit. "Do you like this? Is uptight Jumin Han a secret slut?"

"I don't like that word," I muttered. "But I won't tell you to stop, Hyun Ryu, because I don't want you to."

"What did you just say?" He took his lips of my neck, where he had been making little marks, and looked up at me.

"I told you," I said with a sigh, "not to stop touching me. Aren't actors supposed to follow directions well? And enough talk about 'God's mistake.'"

"Why, are you going to punish me?"

"If you don't satisfy me," I said, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I will definitely punish you."

"Fuck," he groaned. "I've never seen this side of you before." He kissed me roughly, still massaging me with his roughened fingers.

"Yes, you have. This is the same as I always am." I gasped when he pushed two of them inside of me, and he smirked.

"I can't believe this. Ice queen Jumin Han needs to relieve some pressure, and she asked me to help her."

"To be fair," I said, breath hitching as he used his other hand to yank on my hair again. "You put your hands on me first." I could feel his hardness between my legs, and sighed. I tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, and he momentarily stopped touching me so that I could remove it and run my hands across his chest. I moaned softly at the feeling of his thick muscles under my fingers. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about doing this since I had seen him topless in the show. Despite my criticism, Zen really did look statuesque. He was ridiculously toned, and his skin was so white that the smallest impression would leave a mark. He started fingering me again, and I dug my nails into him, making little crescents across his back and chest. I moaned again as he kept rubbing me. His fingers were so long, and the angle was just right to put pressure in the best places.

"I'm going to fuck you in your expensive car," he murmured. "How do you feel about that?" I answered him by pressing my lips against his and grazing my teeth across his bottom lip.

"Enough talking."

"Fine by me," he muttered. "I don't like the sound of your voice." I tangled my hands in his hair and yanked it. Zen gasped. He took his hand out from under my skirt and back around my waist so he could hold me in place while he thrusted his hips against mine, kissing me harshly. He forced his tongue into my mouth, either trying to tease me or assert dominance, but after a few minutes, he pushed me off of him momentarily. I watched Zen unzip his pants and roll down his boxers, exposing himself. While I usually scoffed at Zen's narcissistic comments, anything said about this part of his body, I would understand. He caught me staring.

"Right? Aren't I nice to look at? Should I start sending you naked selfies?"

"Do both of us a favor and don't speak. It's like everything you say makes me less in the mood." He reached up my skirt again and yanked off my underwear, ripping the fabric and throwing them on the ground. "…Those were expensive."

"Please, Miss Silver Spoon. I think your wallet will be okay." He looked at me again. My hair was a mess, my clothes were disheveled, and my lips were swollen. "I can't wait to have you on your back."

"I don't think so." He grabbed my arms and tried to push me back onto the seat, but I shook my head and pushed him back.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to be on top. Non-negotiable," I told him. "Sit back down." His eyes widened slightly, but he did as I asked. I hiked my skirt back up so I could straddle him again, and slid myself on top of him. I gasped and felt momentarily breathless. I would never tell him, but the feeling of Zen inside me was sublime.

"Fuck, Jumin," he moaned, burying his face in my neck to kiss it and scrape my skin with his teeth. "You are so tight, oh my god." I could feel his hands, digging his fingernails digging into my back. I started to ride him, starting slowly, teasing him and running my hands through his hair. Zen was quickly a moaning mess, sighing with each thrust. It was my turn to smirk.

"Don't even think about coming," I told him. "Not until I'm done."

"Jumin," he gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Quite. Do you understand me? Or is your stamina not up to it?" He groaned.

"Fuck you." I raised an eyebrow at him and resumed. He kissed me on the mouth, using one of his hands to unbutton my shirt, and the other clenched around my waist. He unclasped the front of my bra, and started teasing his fingers across my breasts, starting tentatively at first, but he became more aggressive as he felt me tighten around him when he squeezed on my nipples.

"Good boy," I murmured. "That's just right."

"Did you just call me 'good boy?'"

"You know, if you wore contacts, you might almost look like –" he silenced me with his mouth, biting me and kissing me deeply. The friction of him pressing inside me at the right angles was making me dizzy, and I knew I was almost done, but I tightly shut my eyes, trying to wait a little longer to make him suffer. But when he kissed my neck again, sinking his teeth into my collarbone, it undid me. The orgasm burned through me, sending zings to fingers, my toes, my lips, my breasts, and everywhere we were touching, and I almost collapsed on him, breathless.

"Are you good?" He said hoarsely. I nodded, and he started kissing me again, thrusting his hardness inside of me from below. The feeling of him, still inside of me, after I came, was unbelievable – every fiber of me was hypersensitized, and it was heightening the pleasure that much more. I could feel him twitching, and he tangled his hands in my hair.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "Jumin, you're so fucking hot. I love being inside of you. Ugh." His hands were shaking as he emptied himself inside of me. Zen was flushed all over, and his eyes were even a little watery. I kissed him one last time and then slid off him. I grabbed some napkins from the bowl on the cooler and handed them to him.

"Start cleaning," I said, gesturing the cum which had dripped onto the limo seat. "And thank you for helping me get that out of my system." I was still somewhat intoxicated, but the feverish feeling that had been under my skin lately was gone. Zen was staring at me. "And when you're done cleaning up, get dressed." I reclasped my bra and buttoned my shirt, tucking it back under my skirt, and returned to my seat. Zen was a mess, all shivery and whiney, even after coming.

"I don't ever want to hear the end of the sentence…" He muttered. "About who I would look like with contacts."

"It wasn't an insult."

"I know. Coming from you, I find that frightening."

"If you're willing to wear cat ears next time, I might even fuck you again." I paused. "Not in the limo, of course." I looked back at him and found him to be sufficiently dressed.

"Driver Kim," I called loudly.

"Yes?"

"We're good. Take us to Zen's house. We're going to drop him at home." Zen looked embarrassed.

"… Could he hear us?"

"Of course not. The man does have manners. He always listens to music whenever I'm occupied back here." Zen flushed again.

"Was this not the first time you've done this in here?"

"Don't flatter yourself. Elizabeth the 3rd and I play back here all the time."

"...Play?"

"Yes," I said, smiling. "She loves to jump around here with a ball of yarn. But don't worry - I always have it vacuumed."

"Were we ever going to go to the lounge?"

"That depended entirely on you. Thank you for taking initiative. But if you ever, touch me without my permission again, your punishment will make you sincerely regret it."

"Yes Ma'am," he muttered, looking down.

"Good boy."

Author note: Thanks for reading! I didn't expect for things to get quite this sexy so early on, but the characters act independently. Please leave a review if you read and let me know your thoughts on the chapter! I'm not very experienced with writing things particularly smutty so please let me know if this was terrible and I'll never do it again haha