I'm obv very into Mystic Messenger, but I gotta say, the "v controlling, jealous guy" thing surrounding some of the dudes is a bit much for this girl who has been in bad relationships like that. I mean, yeah, it's a game, and some of it is legitimate kink (and some of it is a little lost in the english translation, probably), but some of the messages and phone calls make me cringe. Like, this would be very tough to play if I were still in one of those bad relationships, because it would kind of invalidate my feelings/anger because even my virtual boys were controlling what I wear/who I talk to? Anyway, I hope younger gals and gals just getting into dating realize that it doesn't have to be like that. (Also, I am so in love with the headcanon around here because it tames the shitty parts of these guys, a bit.)
Hello fellow sinners, day 5 of the deep story has landed me in Jumin's route, so expect Jumin smut soon. More Zen coming soon too, and I promise I'll get to 707 and Yoosung too. THANK YOU for the requests! It's great to know what you all want. I may write a few shorter fics to accommodate really specific requests, but in general I like to ~dive deep~ into the characters and scenarios, so it takes a bit of time for me to gather material from the routes. As always, feel free to toss requests into my AMA. I promise I'm reading them all/working on them all.
Back again, needed this boy bad and decided to write up another reader-insert Zen smut. Obviously, very NSFW. Will definitely write fics for the other boys someday, but just really ~feeling~ Zen right now. More after the cut:
You lay in Zenâs bed, smiling as he practices his lines in front of the floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He really is a fantastic actor, and you find yourself falling for him all over again â this happens every time he practices his new role in front of you. It doesnât help that this new role is from yet another Romance Association script.
Itâs an odd feeling â he is, of course, still your Zen, but he is such a master of his craft that he also feelsâŠlike a stranger.
You wonder if he can even see you while he is so immersedâŠhe should be able to, because you are reflected right behind him in the mirror, but somehow you think heâs not seeing anything in the room.
Suddenly desiring his attention, you slip your hand under the covers suggestively and pretend to tease yourself. He doesnât notice. Determined now, you arch your back in mock pleasure, but he still doesnât seem to notice.
Well, then, you think, feeling only slightly annoyed, and slightly thrilled for the challenge. You sit up, kneeling, and spread your legs slightly. Your hand slips down from your neck to your breast, where you pause for a moment to cup and squeeze. You wonât make a noise, the game is only to get his attention visually, and you drop your hand down below the bottom of the shirt you are wearing, Zenâs shirt, and rub at the bundle of nerves under your lace panties.
Damn, you think, realizing your mistake. Your hips buck slightly under your touchâŠyou didnât mean to turn yourself on. Well, easier to get into this role now, you suppose. Dragging your fingertips back up your body, you unbutton the shirt, letting the fabric fall along your sides and revealing your hard nipples. You lock your eyes on Zenâs in the mirror, trying to draw his eyes to your reflection, as you squeeze both breasts firmly, flicking your nipples with your thumbs. Mmm, FUCK , you imagine Zenâs tongue parting your lips and finding your clit, and you trail a finger down your stomach to your mound. More so for your pleasure at this point, you slip a finger between your slit, slipping through wetness and dragging it up to your clit, circling.
âAh~â you whimper, and you bring your fingers up to your mouth, sucking off the juices.
You realize Zen has stopped his lines, and is staring at you in the mirror, eyes burning. He sees you notice him, and whips around. âThatâŠwas too much,â he says, his voice catching in his throat. âMy lady has this comingâŠâ
Zen grabs your calves and pulls you down the bed to him, roughly. You lose your balance and fall backwards against the puffy sheets, a thrill running through you.
Holding your knees, Zenâs eyes wander over you, evaluating, âIt looks like Iâve driven my girl wild with my looks, but it was naughty to distract me from my lines.â You see his cock jump at the memory.
âWhat am I to do with youâŠâ he muses, oddly collected. Your cunt aches for touch again, and you feel a fresh surge of hot wetness.
Suddenly, Zenâs mouth is inches from your slit, nipping and sucking the tender flesh of your thighs. He kisses closer and closer to your lips, and your legs tremble. âZ..zen..â you whimper, begging. You feel him grin against your thighs, as his hand slips tantalizing closer to your lips. He reaches the outside of your cunt, and traces a thumb over the slicked lips. You quiver, and try to grind your clit into his hand. âUh uh,â he teases, pulling his hand back a little, âyou have this coming.â
Frustrated you dig your nails into his broad shoulders, determined to weather his teasing. He kisses your lips softly, making his way ever closer to your clit, trying to elicit noise from you. You press your lips firmly together, and taste blood. Just then, Zenâs hot tongue splits your lips and laps against your clit, and you cry out.
Zen looks up at you, pleased, and turns his tongue back to your bud, lapping and sucking. The sudden pleasure is overwhelming, and you grip his shoulders harder. âF..fuck me,â you cry out, grinding your hips into his mouth.
âSay my name,â his voice is husky, demanding.
âZen~â you moan, desperate to feel his cock split you.
âAgainâŠâ he demands, sounding flushed.
âZEN,â you cry out, digging you nails into his back.
Your world is shattered as he thrusts into you, pulling your hips to him with his hands. You cry out again (did you scream his name?) and grind against him, pushing him even deeper. Nothing exists anymore but where you are connected, Zenâs throbbing and swollen member taking up every bit of space inside of you and spilling over to your soul. He is thrusting into you, hard and rhythmically, sweat slicking between your bodies. His hands wrap around your ass grabbing you roughly as he pulls you down against him, harder, harder. You cry out again, unable to form words.
âSay itâŠâ he grunts, his hair falling over his shoulders and sticking to the sweat along his neck.
Say itâŠ? the thought tumbles around in your head, but you cannot think coherently enough to ask what he means. Zen fucks you faster, losing control slighly. âSay it,â he demands, eyes on fire and burning through you.
You feel your orgasm begin to bubble up from your core, and open your mouth to call out his name again, âI LOVE YOU, ZEN~.â
He loses rhythm entirely for a moment, a flush spreading from his neck to his face as he rams his cock back into you. Somehow, he is even more urgent now, and you realize what it is you have said. Dizzy and overwhelmed, and realizing the truth of it, you give in to him entirely, trusting him to take you to orgasm. He bucks wild against you, on the brink himself, and smashes his mouth against yours, kissing hard. âYouâre mine, forever,â he growls into your mouth, and you are overtaken by waves and waves of pulsing orgasm, both yours and his. He stiffens against you, pushing his pulsing cock into you as deep as it will go, cum seeping out against his sack and dripping down your slit. He stays in you, kissing more gently now, but deeper, and full of love, and youâre lost in him forever.
i would be in love if you did something with 707. literally anything
On it! I'm going through my first deep route right now, and will absolutely write some Seven trash once I have a better feel for him. Definitely have some ideas already though, and am happy to write in specifics from asks :)
Me: he...he's Korean...he calls me a lot and sends me cute texts and pictures...I'm friends with all his buddies and I'm helping them out with this fundraising event and
Friend: tell me you're not talking about mystic messenger
My dudes, I am v open to requests for MM fics. No promises, because I work a 9-5 and am a busy gal, but I definitely plan on writing more Zen smut (and probably smut for the other dudes once I fall for them), and I'm happy to write in scenes from requests ;)
Woaahh~ Zen smut alert. Wrote this at work, going to hide forever now. Seriously very NSFW. Spoilers for some of Zenâs stuff, pulled lines from day 7.
See below the cut:
âDo you want to stay longer though?â
âI want to stay the night, lovely Zen.â
Zenâs breath hitches in his throatâŠitâs even better hearing you say that in person. He flushes and wraps you up into his arms, tucking your back against his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head and sighs.
âAre you sure about that? If you say that, I canât help but get excitedâŠâ
This time, your breath catches, and you feel like you could melt right into his strong arms. You had flirted, at times relentlessly, over the messenger app, but hearing him say that while feeling his heart beat against you is an entirely new and entirely pleasurable experience. âMmhmm,â you manage.
âCome here,â he says, releasing you and stepping towards a doorway, âI want to show you my favorite part of this apartment.â
You ache to be close to him again, to feel his warmth and smell his shampoo, so you follow him up the stairs. Your heart races, wondering where he is taking you. You find yourself imagining what his bedroom looks like, and feel your lips swell and and become slick. Fuck, I want this boy, you think.
Zen is stopped at the top of the stairs, resting a hand leisurely on a door knob. You canât help but picture him pushing you against the wall with a kiss and slipping that hand down your panties and along your now-wet slit. You almost let out a whimper, when he pushes open the door and you are surprised by a gust of cool air.
âYou didnât expect there to be a roof top like this, did you?â
The glittering stars take your breath away. Itâs beautiful.
Zen sits on a ledge, patting the space next to him. âSit here.â
You settle in beside him, and he places an arm down behind you, giving you something steady to lean against.
âIâm so happy that you came,â he says. Youâre happy, too, and you giggle.
âI mean itâŠ!â He says, mistaking your laugh. You look up and find him staring intently at you, studying your face with a slightly furrowed brow. God, he is so handsome, you think. You bite your bottom lip gently, and see Zen swallow, hard.
âIâd love to make you stay here with me if I could.â
You feel dizzy, and fidget against the ledge to ease the need between your legs. âI want to stay here too,â you say breathlessly.
âIâm so happy to hear that. You knowâŠIt feels strangeâŠI feel as if Iâve known you for a long time. Why do you think that is?â
You donât know, but you agree. It has only been seven days, but it feels much longer. Youâve felt like Zen was yours since that first weird night when you stumbled into the RFA.
âCan IâŠhold your hand?â
This time you hold in your laugh. Of course you can hold my hand, you think. You can do quite a bit more than that, too⊠Instead, you say, âHold it tight and never let go.â
âOhâŠâ A flush creeps up his neck and you feel his muscles firm and quiver behind you. âSorry,â he says suddenly, ââŠI canât. Itâs going to be trouble if you stay the night.â
âZen, I want to stay the night⊠Right beside you!â
âDonât say such a dangerous thing.â He growls, grabbing your face in his hands. Your breath quickens, and you feel the space between your lips close up. You can feel his breath against your lips and a shiver runs through you. âYou should go home before itâs too late.â He whispers it against your mouth, and pulls away right as your lips brush.
âShould we go down now?â He looks terribly disappointed, but also relieved. He has moved away and is standing against the door, silhouetted.
No, you think, as you imagine grabbing him by the collar to pull him in for a kiss. You imagine slipping your tongue across his lips and tearing at the fabric of his shirt, popping buttons off. He grabs your thighs roughly and lifts you to himself, swinging around to pin you against the wall andâŠ
Zenâs eyes follow yours to the cement wall beside him, and a wolfish grin spreads across his face. You realize that you have been sucking on your lip, and you quickly release it, blushing deeply. âMy lady is naughty,â he teases, âand she had better stop before I lose control of my senses.â
Zen grabs your hand more roughly than he intended and pulls you towards the stairs.
âCome, before I turn into a beast and devour you.â His eyes glint with mischief, and you notice his cock swell against the seam if his pants.
***
âGood night, my lady.â His eyes are locked on you, as if he wants to ask you to stay, instead.
With tremendous effort, Zen closes the front door. His eyes close and he exhales, feeling his cock grow hotter and twitch against the rough fabric. How can I be so affected by her? The memory of the smell of you comes flooding back to him, and he puts out a hand against the door frame to steady himself. This is much deeper than lust, he wants to consume you, and be consumed by you, and melt together night after night. He had already imagined fucking you senselessâŠ.he let those thoughts in the night you made him imagine your tongue, and cherries, over the phoneâŠ.having been so close to you in person, thoughâŠ.now he wasnât so certain that he could remain collected enough to not be driven senseless himself.
A knock at the door shocks him back to himself. Who the hell⊠he thinks as he opens the door.
You are standing out in the night, and see the hunger written all over his face as he opens the door. âZen, IâŠâ You are ready to persuade him that he neednât be a gentleman, and feel as if the floor falls out from under you when he grabs you hard at the waist and pulls you towards him.
Zen shoves the door closed with one hand and twists the other tightly in your hair. He bends his head down, and finds your mouth hungrily with his. Time stops, and his hard body presses against yours. Your tongue flits out against his lips. He slides his tongue past your lips much more assuredly, and you open to him, moaning.
A hand still entwined in your hair, he pulls your head back and bites the soft skin of your neck. âDonât make those sounds,â he says huskily, nipping a trail up your neck to your ear, âyouâll drive me crazy.â
Gaining control of yourself, if only slightly, you dig your nails into the bit of his chest exposed behind his shirt and moan again, more vocally, in what you hope is terribly enticing manner.
It is. Zen pulls at the hem of your shirt, lifting it off in one silky move. The sudden cold prickles your skin, and you are awash in goosebumps. Zen makes a noise deep in his throat as he looks you over, and you pull at the buttons on his shirt. He rips it off and tosses it across the couch.
Shit, shit, shit, he is perfectly sculpted. You had seen pictures of him, and had definitely imagined him many times, but it really is something else to see his perfectly carved body in person. Your cunt aches as it soaks through the thin layer of fabric between you and his leg. When did he take my skirt off? you wonder as you run your thumb down his abs. Your thumb comes to rest right above his belt line. The head of his straining cock pokes out through the top of his pants, and you swipe your thumb across it, trailing through his silky precum as your other hand fusses with removing his belt.
Zen inhales sharply and gives you a piercing look. He forces your mouth open again, kissing hard, and searching with his tongue. You whimper and shift your swollen cunt against his leg. Your panties are shifted to the side, and the feeling of his skin against your own drives you mad. You fumble with your bra hook and let the straps slip off your shoulders and fall to the floor.
Zenâs hands are at your ass â he digs his finger in and lifts you to him. You obligingly wrap your legs around him as he carries you over across the room. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, flicking it gently with his tongue. Each flick sends a jolt of pleasure down to your clit, and you cry out. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your panties, and you squirm against his firm grip. His cock throbs and touches your lips through the fabric of your panties, if you move just right, you can slip them to the sideâŠ
Itâs not long before your naked lips slip against his cock. You grind against the head, and Zen has forgotten entirely how to use his mouth. He groans, with his mouth still around your nipple. The vibrations make you see stars, and you gasp his name.
âZenâŠahhâŠâ
Hearing his name come from your lips is too much for him. Zen pushes you against his table and rips your soaked panties off. Your legs are spread for him, and he steps closer, so that his shaft slips between your lips.
âAre you sure this is OK?â He begins to ask. You grab his swollen cock and slip the head around your clit.
âI need you. Now,â you reply. Thatâs all the permission he needs. Zen thrusts into you, deep, filling you entirely. You grind into him, hard, and everything disappears but your pleasure and Zen.
âHarder,â you demand, and Zen obliges, fucking you hard and deep. Youâre both gasping and clinging to each other, each thrust sending you closer and closer to oblivion. You ride through waves of pleasure, nearing closer and closer to your peak.
âZen! IâmâŠ!â
Zen calls your name in agreement, his hot cum sending you over the brink to your climax. The heat of his cum fills you and your entire body shudders around his cock, with orgasm. He slows in you, and leans down to rest his face in your hair.
âYouâre everything,â he breathes.
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Super abrupt ending, I know! I needed to get this one our there though, and didnât have time to fuss with a proper ending.
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