Zen Picnic Date Pls I Beg Of U

zen picnic date pls i beg of u

your wish is my command >.O PLS THIS TOOK A WHILE but i rly hope you like it, i'm kinda proud of how cheesy it ended because c'mon man, zen is every single cheesy cliché in the book TwT

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zen picnic date

words: 1,173 You weren't aware of the amount of preparation that had gone into this date, not until Zen started emptying the contents of the basket he'd been carrying as he lead you to this very spot. Admittedly, the man did all he could to make sure everything was perfect: asking Jaehee about which cafés served the best pastries and cakes, waking up early to get the best fruits at the farmer's market, even figuring out which day of the week would be the best for you to go. He didn’t actually think he’d end up with this much food for the both of you.

Laid out before you were some sandwiches for lunch, danishes and croissants, a cake large enough for you to share, some iced tea and fruit juice, and honestly anything you could think of that called for the occasion, including some of the man’s favourite goldfish-shaped bread. The soft breeze carried the sweet scents of surrounding flowers towards you, and a quick glance upwards showed you what you had suspected; clouds, but not enough to block out the sunlight. Really, did weather as good as this actually exist? And Zen himself looked like a dream, what with his classic billowy button down that made him look every bit of your prince charming that he was. He ditched his usual ponytail in favor of letting his silver locks loose, two pins securing the strands to the back just so it stays neatly behind his shoulders. “Babe, this is- wow, I… you even got fresh strawberries?” You say as you reach for the fruits and hold them up. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, looking at you and shrugging helplessly. “What can I say? I wanted this to be perfect for you.” And there it is- his signature smile that never fails to send butterflies into your stomach. It was your turn to look away, fingers now fiddling with the picnic blanket. You notice it’s your favourite color, too. “There must be a better word for perfect,” you smile softly as you shake your head. “This is more than perfect.” You almost swore you saw his chest puff as he nodded proudly. He leans over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good, now…” Zen picks up a sandwich and holds it to your lips, dipping his head a little in an invitation. “You can have the first bite,” he says in encouragement, his other palm open under your chin and ready to catch any falling crumbs. So you leaned in as well and took a bite, eyes widening a little as you tasted the food. You’d half expected it not to taste as well as it looked- you knew that some places were just good at making their food look pretty- but alas, it actually did taste good. You took turns feeding each other and rating the food, Zen making mental notes about which ones you’d order again from. Between bites you smiled and laughed, your eyebrow raising the moment you spot a certain platter across you. “Hey, Zen,” you say after swallowing, turning your face to look at him. “Where did you learn to make a charcuterie board?” He almost spits out his drink but he pulls it away from his mouth. “Ah, that- well, you see…” He starts, setting his drink down and dusting off his hands. “I remember seeing them in those videos you always watched on TokTik, and-” You see him hesitate and you urge him on, nodding and gesturing with your hand, but the face he makes shows there’s still something holding him back. Zen opens his mouth. And then closes it. He holds up his finger and opens it again, only to pinch that finger between his lips. He sighs, shrugging helplessly before grumbling a little. “I asked Jumin what they were.” “You what?” “Please don’t make me say it again-” It’s not that you wanted Zen to suffer through admitting it again, really, but you could hardly believe what he just said. The look of shock stays on your face for a good few seconds before you reach out and clasp a hand around his. “You did that for me?” you ask, squeezing his hand. All he does is nod and raise your hand to his lips, delicately pressing a soft kiss there before staring at your joined hands, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. “I know I didn’t really have to, but I did because you always looked like you wanted that type of thing when you’d show me those TokTiks…” You smile fondly as you lean over the damn charcuterie board and kiss his cheek, letting your forehead rest against the side of his face. “Thank you,” you say, and he gently holds the side of your face and keeps you close, chuckling a little before he turns his face. “Anything for you, prince/ss,” he whispers before kissing the very corner of your mouth. And when he pulls away, he tugs on your

arm. “Come here.” So you nod and with joined hands, he pulls you over as you maneuver around on the food, and Zen guides you to lay your head on his lap. “Now,” he says, picking up a cluster of grapes and dangling it over your mouth. “Do you want to try these?” You giggle and open your mouth, closing it around the grape and grabbing a slice of cheese, nibbling on it. “Fancy,” you say, watching him raise the grapes to his own mouth and offering him your cheese after he does, which he gladly accepts. He only laughs at your statement and sets the grapes down, both hands behind him as he leans back and just admires your face. You’re not entirely sure what Zen’s view is of you, but god, the view you had of your man… The oil-painted sunset of the sky was the picture perfect backdrop to the beauty of your boyfriend. It was him- the center of your attention, your only focus. There was a fondness in his eyes, a certain adoration that was there just for you. It’s not like you could see your own expression, but surely enough there was a matching lovesick look you both had that the rest of the world envied. The kind you only ever saw in movies. And Zen had been in movies, yes- but these moments were entirely special. This was real. This was yours. Because you can reach out and touch his face like you do, you can brush your thumb against his cheek and make the corner of his mouth quirk up like that just for you- And you can pull him in gently, like this, because he’ll follow- he’ll always follow, always go wherever you take him. So his lips meet yours, they do, and you kiss him back soft and slow and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Except with him, you dream with your eyes wide open.

!!! waH THANKS FOR THE TAG- i saw this on my dash and already did it with no intentions of posting it but without further ado...

i got shy so i be looking down... but he said NOPE NONE OF THAT! also i can't get his hair the way i want it to look but i guess this works TwT

tagging: @little-butterfly-writes @luigispeach and anyone who wants to do it!! don't be shy like me <3

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WAAAAH this means SO SO MUCH TO ME, anon! thank you from the bottom of my heart, it really made me happy- especially to get this after i posted one of my more personal pieces on here. thank you for letting me know <3

thank u layla for the tag TwT anyone who sees this is welcome to do it! (aka code for im too shy to tag people...)

it's funny how this is scarily accurate O.O also pink is part of reds, right?

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mystictober day 3: candy

saeyoung + favourite chat / candy

words: 889

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“Caaaandy~”

Your boyfriend sings as he selects his assortment from the shelves, holding the bags of sweets in his arms and dropping them into the cart you were pushing along.

Saeyoung smirks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning his lips right at your ear.

“She's sweet like candy in my veins~”

No one else was in the aisle, and so, no one else was there to see it when he swayed you as he sang- when he kissed your cheek and let it linger. You can't help the grin that breaks out on your face, blushing and reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“You're going to eat all this candy alone?” you giggle, shaking your head at the copious amounts of sweets he had chosen. It's not like the bunker would be part of trick or treat. There was certainly no giving out of candy to children.

Well, except for the overgrown child who was paying for them in the first place.

“Wouldn't you like to know, angel?” He winks with a ruffle of your hair. Still behind you, he grabs hold of the handles and pushes the cart to the counter with you between his arms, his chin resting on your head. The sleeves of his jacket had draped over your shoulders, surrounding you with his warmth and the distinct smell of a certain soda. Of course he spilled PhD Pepper on his jacket.

When you get to the register, he one-handedly unloads all his treats onto the conveyor, internally laughing at the way people behind you in line were staring at what you were buying. You were used to this, having witnessed strangers survey the contents of your own shopping cart all the time, but the grocery store wasn't Saeyoung's natural habitat. And in true Saeyoung nature, he finds a way to make it entertaining.

“Honey, do you think this is enough for the kids?“ he asks, rubbing the side of your arm and holding you close.

In a snap, you've gotten on the same page with him, smiling brightly and cooing at the man fondly.

“Of course, dear. There's enough for seconds and thirds and any more or their teeth fall off!“

The redhead smirks, looking down at you with that proud twinkle in his eyes. All he does in response is kiss the top of your head, reaching over and handing the cashier some money to pay. Everyone's eyes widen at the thought of children consuming that much candy, and so, the mission is accomplished... but when has your boyfriend ever stopped at the bare minimum?

“Oh! The dance recital, isn't that today?“ Saeyoung looks at you with faux worry, mirroring the expression of a forgetful dad as he carries the bags for you.

“Yes, darling, it isn't for another few hours. We have some time to kill before then,“ you purr suggestively, leaning up to run the bridge of your nose along his jaw in front of the entire supermarket. Make him proud and beat him at his own game. That's the plan.

He chuckles wordlessly and squeezes your side as you walk out. You don't see the darkened look in his eyes as you head towards his shiny red sports car that looked way out of place in this parking lot. Oblivious, you smile to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat while he swings the bag onto the center armrest. And then he swings himself into the car, too. In the time it takes to push the key into the ignition and turn the car on, you've somehow managed to snag some sour tape from his purchases.

The candy is hanging from your mouth when he turns to face you, and he bursts out in laughter at the sight. With a smirk he leans over and bites onto the other end of the tape, wiggling his eyebrows and throwing a flirtatious wink at you.

“C'mon, ya know ya wanna taste some of this sugar too~“ he says, but it's muffled by the candy in your mouth. You giggle, and together, you create your own version of the Spaghetti Kiss from Lady and the Tramp, your faces getting closer and closer with each bite. The heat rising in your cheeks doesn't bother you- it's something you've gotten used to when you were around him.

The silence is thick, weighing down on you like a blanket; but it doesn't suffocate you. His eyes never leave yours, something playful dancing in those golden pools of honey that you know you will be meeting very soon. But time seems to slow, and it's as if you can't nibble on the sour tape fast enough. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin now, the telltale sensation that lets you know what's coming next.

When the very last bit of candy disappears, Saeyoung hooks his fingers under your chin and pulls you in, a little mmmf pressed from your mouth to his as he kisses you deeply, tongue running over the remnants of sugar that coats your lips. You're not exactly sure what he's intent on devouring- the candy, or you, but as he pulls away, you don't miss the glint that shines in his eyes.

He definitely breaks a few speed laws getting back to the bunker.

Can i get some NSFW headcanons with a reader who's pretty subby and extremely embarrassed about it? prefferably with jumin and seven if that would be ok. I love your work dude, thanks for writing these :]

hi, anon! thank you so much for this- you're my first request :o i didn't quite expect nsfw to be the first one but CRACKS KNUCKLES, i guess we're getting right into it then? TwT

i don't want to make this too lewd but... ? when i got to seven i think i might have become a little unhinged O_O i hope you like it! i feel like it ended up WAY longer than i thought it would be so i put it under a 'read more' :D

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jumin

— I really think Jumin wouldn't even notice it at first.

— His way of speaking and overall demeanor triggers something in you and you blush easily, your legs close, you lick your lips and they part, and you kinda just... lose your entire brain around the man.

— but eventually he'll pick up on it, he always will, because he pays so much attention to you. He'll consciously choose to speak with an authoritative undertone and oh god, those words...

— “You look absolutely... ravishing tonight.” man you already know you're in for it. Imagine him rasping it out.

— but the real kicker here is when he brings out the “Good girl.” or the “Good boy.”

— You are absolutely flustered and he eats it all up. He'll pull your chair out and help you sit, then lets his hair just tickle your skin and his lips breathe right by your neck when he pushes your chair towards the table again. You can see his back as he walks to the opposite end but what you don't see is the smirk on his face.

— After riling you up the whole night he'll pull you into his lap and watch you squirm, touching you so lightly and talking sweetly into your ear.

— He'll make you so red before giving into what you want. And you have to say it. None of that mumbling and looking away.

— He'll hold your chin and make sure you meet his eyes. “What was that, kitten? I need to hear you tell me what you want.”

— When you do end up telling him, his eyes would light up and he'd flip you you over, his body now caging yours from above as he chuckles.

— “See... when you use your words...” he whispers against your skin, kissing down from your jaw to your neck. “I can give you what you want.”

— When you'd look away the moment he'd begin to take off your clothes he. He just. “None of that, darling, don't hide from me...”

— I'm not kidding, and his eyes, they'd be so full of love and passion, dark and yet fond at the same time.

— And just because he's Jumin Han he would most definitely hold you down by the hips and take you in his mouth.

— “Keep your eyes on me, love, or else I'll stop.”

— and it's not just if you looked away.

— if you covered your mouth with your hand? He'd quickly take both your wrists in one hand and hold them above your head.

— “I want to hear every. Single. Sound. You. Make.”

— Jumin will even tease your hole with his tip, circling around it or running it up and down slowly.

— He can read your body language perfectly, but he wants to hear it, will always make you beg. He loves hearing you say whine please.

— He'll enter you so slowly, making sure you feel every single inch of him, then he'll start with deep, hard thrusts.

— When you ask for more he'll happily pick up his pace, eyes focused on your face, wanting to see each little twitch and contortion it makes. He loves watch you unravel right before him.

— And when you finally say “Jumin, please, can I cum-” he'll nod and respond with a voice much deeper than it usually sounds, only one word falling from his lips: “Cum.”

— You'd still be so flustered and embarrassed later, hiding your face in his chest while you cuddle. But he'll gently pry you away and cradle your face in his hands, peppering you soft with kisses everywhere and mumbling praises like “You did so well for me, my love...”

seven

— Seven already has way too much fun making you blush and flustering you with his jokes and little pick up lines.

— but then he'll notice how you clam up sometimes. The way you don't even know how to respond or just hide your face when he starts speaking in his innuendos.

— So what does he do?

— He makes more.

— “What's wrong? Is that... is that a system failure I detect?!” he'll say with a dark chuckle.

— “I think God Seven might need to do a little inspection...” the redhead's voice drops as he walks towards you with intent.

— He'll stand so close to you and enjoy how you'd fidget, how you wouldn't know where to look or what to do or where to put your hands.

— and his eyes. They're almost catlike.

— His pupils dilate and he gets so wide-eyed as he watches you squirm... Nothing escapes those eyes. Certainly not you.

— You're never gonna get used to the burning you feel all over your skin when he gazes at you like that, like you both know what's coming next but he keeps you guessing about the when, about the next move he'll make.

— He won't even undress you. You'll have to take off your clothes for him and feel his eyes roaming your exposed body.

— But of course, he wouldn't stay quiet, no- he'll make his weird yet affectionate quips as he tries to hold back from devouring you.

— The moment he pounces, you're absolute putty in his hands, your body so responsive to everything he does that your mind can barely even register what you're doing.

— But god, does he love it. He loves seeing you all flustered after you realize how you've been reacting to every single touch he makes.

— “You're putting my hair to shame with all that color you've got, baby.”

— We've all seen those CGs, the oh-so holy fingers of the one and only God Seven.

— You just know he'll put them to good use... make you shyly take them in your mouth and relish in the way you submit to him, the way you begin to listen to your instincts instead and work that tongue of yours around his digits.

— “Such a pretty mouth...” he'll say while he does that, then begins to leave open-mouthed kisses on your collar and shoulders.

— He'll take those fingers out and kiss you as a reward, letting you feel the wet trail his touch leaves when he drags those very fingers down the middle of your chest, your stomach, and down there where you need them the most.

— Your forehead would be against his as his fingers entered you, and he'd be chuckling at all of your heavy breathing.

— He wouldn't be silent at all. When you squeal and your face scrunches up in pleasure the moment he curls his fingers just right, he'll say something like “Huh, so that's where the magic happens.”

— “So if I...” He'll keep talking while he goes faster, hitting your spot each time. And you? You're a mess.

— All the sounds that you make for him just spur him on, pulling your hair to expose your neck so he can bite down on you as you cum on his fingers.

— But he's not done with you, and he can see that you still want more. And he'll take himself out, stroking slowly while staring into your eyes.

— “Do you think you can ride me, baby?” he'll ask before answering his own question, because boy, does he love to hear himself talk.

— “No- I know. I know you still can. Show me.”

— And he'll place you in his lap, look encouragingly at you as you slowly line him up and sink down on him and he mutters under his breath, “Fuck...”

— He'll go on about how cute you are, timidly going at a normal pace before you start to crumble, before you start to lose yourself in riding him.

— He'll begin to thrust up into you and hold your hips firmly, even spanking you in the heat of moment, the sound echoing throughout the room. The look of delight on his face when he feels how much wetter it made you.

— You cum together because he says so, and when you do he's wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him, wanting to feel the heat of your skin against his because he did that to you.

— You fall against him and he chuckles, kissing the side of your head and running his fingers through your hair. You feel him sigh against your ear before he says, “That was out of this world, angel.”