Title: Mark of a wolf
Point of view: 2nd
Description: (lemon)
Halloween special with a very possessive Zen.
. . .
"Zenny I'm not going to change my outfit!"
"(y/n) you know men are wolves!"
"Do you know how long it took me to squeeze into these pants?" Seething you shoot a deadly glare, daring him to respond.
Your overprotective boyfriend growls in response, eyeing over the tight fitted spandex and all too revealing top. Whiskers were painted on your face, a cat eared headband sitting on your head. Despite this he failed to see how you resembled anything like a cat.
"Babe you know how crazy I get when I see you like this. This should be for my eyes only!"
"It's a costume party Zen. A bit of skin is no big deal," you roll your eyes.
"Then why're you wearing something that'll make the trust fund kid foam at the mouth?" your boyfriend hisses out the nickname he's made for the man he loathes.
"I know you hate cats, but they're cute!" you offer him a pout as you take his face into your hands, "Just like you."
"Baaaaabe..." he whines.
"Lighten up! We've got a Halloween party to attend, Wolfie," you giggle as you poke his furry wolf ears before placing a kiss on his cheek.
. . .
You and a grumpy Zen arrive at Jumin's penthouse half an hour later where the RFA Halloween party's being held. Jaehee greets the two of you at the door. She's wearing a classic witch dress complete with a pointy hat.
"Happy Halloween!" you shine a smile at her.
"Yes, happy—" Jaehee's eyes gleam with excitement upon seeing Zen's white torn shirt. "Oh, Zen you make a handsome wolf!"
Deciding to leave the two of them to gush over the actor's physique you head over to the kitchen where you spot some ghoulishly decorated cupcakes.
"You're looking quite ravishing tonight, kitty."
You turn your head to the side only for your eyes to meet familiar gray ones. "Jumin," you breathe out a giggle as the male's lips curl into a smile, revealing tacky fangs.
"I hope you're having a well enough time."
"Your penthouse is very elegant. I especially like the added touch of all the ghosts."
"Yes, well Assistant Kang was in charge of decoration. As well as having a hand in baking those cupcakes," Jumin notes, acknowledging the hungry glint in your eyes, "You should save your appreciation for her."
"I most definitely will when I get the chance to," you say as you shove one into your mouth. "By the way, Yoosung's looking adorable in his zombie getup," you note, eyes on the blondie's bloody hoodie.
"More or less. Luciel seemed to have put no effort in his attire," the vampiric male critiques the red head's devil horns.
You shine a smile, "I think it suits him."
"Yes I suppose so."
"What're you going on about?" Zen appears behind you, letting out a snarl at the other male.
"Simply sharing an intellectual conversation with (y/n) here."
"Don't give me that!" His red eyes are seething with rancor, "I've seen the way you've been eyeing her ever since we got here!"
Jumin scoffs at the actor's envious accusation.
"Zen! What is wrong with you?"
Your fuming boyfriend offers no answers, instead pulling you away from the other, confused, male. He seems to pay no attention to your relentless scolding, mindlessly guiding you through the penthouse's maze of hallways.
Finally he stops at one door before pulling you in with him and before you can even register it his lips are on yours. Doesn't matter how hasty and sloppy the kiss is—Zen's tongue never fails to weaken your knees. He's fumbling to switch the light on as he presses himself onto you.
You let out a gasp as your back collides with the wall. His hips are grinding into you, hands capturing your wrists over your head. His lips trail down your neck to your bare collarbone.
Suddenly he finds the light switch which transforms the dark room into a bright one. It's only now when you realize where the two of you stumbled in—the bathroom.
Zen lifts his head back up to face you and it's now that you notice how clouded his eyes are in lust. As much as you hated to admit it, you reveled in the way he could turn to this. You couldn't begin to describe how much this turned you on.
"Strip," he demands, pulling you over to the sink.
You comply, already dripping with arousal. Only managing to slip your pants off, Zen decides he can't wait anymore before his hands are on you once more. Cupping your chest, he spins you around so that you're facing the mirror.
His hair is disheveled, your makeup already smeared. The smirk on his face leaves little to the imagination. "Look at you," the male growls out, rubbing your soaked panties. "You're a mess."
You're holding back a moan as he presses himself against you, bulge pressing on your ass.
"I'm the only one that makes you like this," his lips press against your ear before nipping at it.
"Z-zen..." you're begging now.
"If you want me that bad just say so, princess," his reflection is teasing you just as much as his words.
There was no doubt in your mind he was enjoying this. The power he had over you right now—fucking you in Jumin's bathroom was just the cherry on top.
"Please..."
Your boyfriend seems to need no more encouragement because he's already bending you over the counter, pulling down your panties. Pants unzipped, his erection springs free.
Zen pushes into you with a drawn out groan. His fingers grip your hips tight as he begins his movements. It was amazing how he perfectly he filled you, stretching your walls so good. Almost as if he was made for you.
You're trying to conceal your moans—despite the growing knot strewing within the pit of your stomach.
Knock knock—
"(y/n), are you alright in there?"
The sound of the corporate heir's voice makes your body freeze immediately. Despite the ecstasy coursing through your veins you're somehow able to come up with a quick answer.
"Y-yeah...just fine, Jumin," you call out, biting back a moan.
There's a pause that follows, allowing your boyfriend to continue his movements. His pace seems to be even harder and faster than before, thrusting in and out of you with vigor.
"Fuck...!" A yelp tumbles from your mouth.
You hated this man for knowing your body just right.
"Are you certain? Did Zen upset you?"
The white haired male seethes at Jumin's assumption. If it wasn't already apparent, now was the perfect time to show the trust fund kid who you belonged to.
"N-no worries Jumin..." you breathe out, fists clenching the counter tightly.
So close...your body is trembling with your oncoming release. "Let him know how well I'm fucking you," Zen chastises in your ear.
"Zenny!" You whine out as you ultimately reach climax.
Impulsively the door bursts open. You're met with wide gray eyes. Jumin's embarrassed, flushed look greatly contrasts his usual expressionless one.
A moment of extreme awkward silence passes before the male mutters out an "excuse me" as he hastily turns to leave.
Burying your face in your hands you can instantly imagine the smirk playing at Zen's pompous lips.