A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Mystic Messenger. Or Zen...sadly. But I do proudly own a Zen phone case :D
Hello, everyone! It's Zen's birthday, so I wrote a little something for it. Zen is my absolute favorite MM romance simply because of how loving he is. Plus, no matter what route you're on, he's got your back.
Although the character name is the same from my other Zen story, it's not necessarily related to that one. I have created a specific OC for each of my favorite MM characters (Zen, Jumin, and Saeran), and they will be used in stories whether each individual story is related to another or not.
There will be another Zen short story later this month and a Zen multi-chapter (5 and an epilogue) work that will start posting early next week. Sexual content ahead. Don't read it if it's not your thing. Please read and review!
The party is finally winding down. Zen was so touched when everyone arrived, but he was more excited that he finally got to meet Mun-Hee. She's just like he imagined: a little quiet, sweet, and pretty. Not so pretty that it's gone to her head but pretty enough. She's currently taking everyone's cake plates to his kitchen and generally clearing up the area. "Mun-Hee, you don't need to clean up. I can get it later," he says to her, following her into the kitchen.
"Nonsense," she declares with a small huff. "I'll stay after they leave and help you clean up. I didn't come with them, so I can stay a bit longer."
Zen walks up behind her and folds her in his arms. "Thanks, princess," he whispers in her ear. She giggles and leaves his embrace to gather up the rest of the dishes.
The others bid them goodbye. "Don't stay too late, Mun-Hee. We wouldn't want to ruin Zen's reputation," Jaehee scolds. Zen rolls his eyes where she can't see. He's a big boy; he can take care of himself.
"Don't worry so much, Jaehee. I'll just clean up a bit. I want to make sure Zen's birthday finishes off great this year," Mun-Hee assures. Jaehee gives her a not-so-subtle glare and leaves the apartment. "Guess she doesn't like me very much," Mun-Hee says with a nervous chuckle.
"She's just overly protective of me. Don't worry about it."
The two of them move into the kitchen to finish up the dishes. With both of them working, the pile dwindles rather quickly. When there are only a few pieces left to dry, Mun-Hee speaks up. "I need to go use the bathroom. Can you manage these last few?"
"Yeah, babe. Go ahead."
Mun-Hee dances into the other room and grabs her large purse. Inside is a little present that she prepared for Zen. Hopefully, he'll love it. She shuts herself in the bathroom, strips off all of her clothing, and slips on the new underwear set. It's black silk, and she added some bling on the back of the underwear. Mun-Hee rolls her brown hair up into a twist and secures it with pins. She looks at herself, decides she looks pretty good, and exits the bathroom to find Zen.
Zen has just finished putting away the last pan when he feels arms snake around his middle. "Hey, Mun-Hee. Do you wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Or something," she answers, giggling slightly. Zen turns around, and his mouth goes dry.
"Babe…?" Her full breasts are encased in black silk, and the underwear she's wearing are incredibly tiny and revealing. She gives him a smirk and turns around. He goes hard at the sight of her bottom: Property of Hyun Ryu. "Nnnggghhhh," he moans brokenly.
"Happy birthday, Zen," she whispers, looking back at him over her shoulder.
He takes a long stride toward her and wraps his arms around her, flipping her around to face him. His soft lips descend on hers and kiss her until she can't think straight. When they break apart, both are breathing heavily. "Are you okay with this?" he asks.
"If I weren't, I wouldn't be standing in your kitchen like this," she quips with a smile.
"I just don't want you to think that you have to do this for me to like you," he whispers, lightly running his hands along her bare arms.
"I don't think that," she assures quietly. "I just want to make your birthday special. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think we could have a future together. Unless you don't want to…" She begins to playfully pull away from him, but he stops her and yanks her back into his hard body. She laughs gleefully at his little growl. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me."
"That's a dangerous thing to say," Zen whispers in his ear, sliding his tongue around the shell. "You have no idea the wicked things I've imagined doing with you."
"Why don't you show me?"
He all but drags her to his bedroom and slams the door. Turning around, she can see his eyes glinting like a predator when it sights its prey. He stalks forward, picks her up, and tosses her on his bed on her stomach. "Don't move," he orders, and she feels herself getting wet at his words. Zen walks over the closet and grabs out some neckties. He walks back to the top of the bed and secures her wrists to the rungs of the headboard. "Don't try to escape," he growls, and she just smiles and bites her bottom lip.
He gets up behind her and pulls her into a kneeling position. "Property of Hyun Ryu" is proudly displayed in front of his eyes, and he slides his hands over her perfect rear. She moans lightly, but it quickly turns to a shriek when he delivers a sharp smack. She shudders in pleasure when the sting settles in and wiggles her backside at him for more. "Oh, do you like this?" he asks.
"Yes," she gasps.
He leans up over her and places his mouth at her ear. "Is this okay, princess?"
A surge of love flows through her at his consideration. "Of course, Zen. I want this. I'll tell you if I don't like it, but I highly doubt that's going to be an issue."
He bites her earlobe and tugs on it a bit before trailing open-mouth kisses across the nape of her neck and down her spine. Goosebumps raise in his wake, and her breath is caught in her throat. "Zen," she gasps. The gasp morphs into a harsh cry when he spanks her again.
He keeps up his soft kisses and sharp slaps until her skin is pink and her breathing is ragged. Only then does he slip his fingers under her panties to see how wet she is. "Oh my," he says when he feels the amount of fluid around her entrance.
Even in the situation she's in, and with her previous boldness, Mun-Hee manages to blush crimson. "It's not my fault you're this sexy," she defends archly.
Zen laughs heartily at her grumbling. Not feeling like looking at her back throughout this, he unties her wrists, flips her over, and stretches himself out over her. Smiling down at her, he connects their lips. He means to keep it sweet, but it quickly turns frantic. They'll just have to take it slow another day.
She pulls at his clothes, and he tugs at hers, both of them divesting the other of their garments as quickly as possible. He barely has enough mental wherewithal to roll on a condom before he's sinking into her, feeling more at home than he ever has in life. She wraps her arms around him as tightly as she possibly can and just enjoys the pleasurable feelings he's creating.
With every thrust, they climb higher. He can't seem to get close enough to her to satisfy his desires. His heart is open, and she's filling it with so much of herself that he knows things will never be the same. They've marked each other in the deepest way possible, even in the short time they've known each other. "Zen, I'm close," she sighs, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
He can feel his own hair sticking to his face and neck. "Me too, babe. Just let go."
She throws her head back as her orgasm slams into her, her body convulsing under the onslaught of sensations. The feeling of her around him proves too much for him, and he follows her over the edge.
He pulls the condom off and throws it in the trash, quickly rolling back to her and cradling her panting body in his arms. He finds even a momentary separation to be wholly unacceptable.
When she can finally catch her breath, she places a sweet, loving kiss on his lips. "I hope this isn't the last time you plan to see me," she says, eyes sparkling and a grin on her face.
"I'm not even sure I'm going to let you leave this apartment," Zen says, burying his face in her neck.
She laughs at him. "I don't have any objections to that."
"Good. It's my birthday, so you should stay here."
"Okay," she agrees, beginning to feel sleep pulling at her.
Zen reaches back and pulls the blankets over them, settling down with her wrapped in his embrace. "G'night," he mumbles.
The last thing he hears before sleep claims him is: "Good night, and happy birthday, Zen."