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Kiss and Make Up

Zen x Reader

You sat quietly at the plastic tables in the cafeteria of the production studio. You were on a fifteen-minute break and hoping that the time would pass slowly. To say you were tired was an understatement. Since the budget cuts in the film industry, you were doing the jobs of three people, including your own. Normally, you were in wardrobe, but now you were in charge of ensuring the needs of the talent was met, that they get the correct makeup for the correct scenes, and ensuring that they have the right costumes. It was tiring, and it didn't help that you had twelve actors under your care and a limited amount of time due to the minimum for them, For the most part, they were very understanding, except for a certain individual named Zen.

You don't know what it was about him, but he always went out of his way to make your job harder. While all of the female employees dawned over him, you were cursing his existence for putting you through such hell. Of course, you'd never let him know he bothered you as much as he did, even if it was obvious that he knew. You weren't one to admit things to anyone, let alone an actor who would be gone as soon as the production for Zorro had finished.

Your quiet thoughts and relaxation were interrupted by one of your coworkers who looked just as run down as you did.

"Y/N, could you help me a moment?"

You wanted to say no, but you couldn't, you knew exactly how tired this girl was, and you didn't want to make her suffer any more than she already has. The budget cuts were hard on everyone, and you wanted to make things easier for your coworkers.

You looked at her, a smile crinkling in the corners of your lids. "Sure, whatever you need I got you."

The sigh of relief from your coworker is what made your heart sink, you know how hard this girl is working, it's evident in the bags under her eyes and the frizz that layered her once neatly combed hair. She looked to you tiredly, flipping through pages of a notebook you hadn't even noticed when she approached. "I just need you to take care of Zen. He isn't being the easiest when it's coming to his wardrobe, he's argued with me and a few others about what he wants to wear as opposed to what's required for his role. You're in charge of us, so if you could just explain to him what we tried to explain, that would help."

You weren't surprised by this, and you knew from experience how picky and argumentative Zen could get when it came to how he was to appear to an audience. You sighed and nodded.

"I got this, don't worry." At this you stood and started making your way toward the dressing rooms, leaving your things on the table, knowing well no one would want a half-eaten bagel and a cup of coffee. You would be back later for it, but for now, you were to handle the mess of an actor who called himself Zen.

You approached the various doors that led to each dressing room and stopped before the door farthest to the left of the hall once you heard muttering. It was evident that Zen was in there, you knew his voice more than you wanted to, and he sounded pissed.

"I don't think you understand that this doesn't compliment me. And everything usually does so I don't see the problem with your costumes!"

"I-I-"

You opened the door before your coworker could respond and glared at Zen. You attempted to compose yourself, but your eyes conveyed the anger. You were fed up with the way Zen was treating your coworkers, but you were also in a tough situation considering he was the reason the studio was even getting money. You blinked a few times, releasing the glare from the white-haired actor and softening your gaze toward your coworker.

"It's okay, I can take care of this you go on break okay?" It didn't take much more for your coworker to sprint out of the room, the door closing briskly behind him.

You and Zen stood in silence for a moment, each of you seeming to bask in the emotions of the other. You were angry, and he was amused. This made you irate that he would even find something like this funny. You had never dealt with an actor as stubborn as him, and it was nerve-wracking. He was unpredictable and you hated it.

"Y/N, I missed your pretty face." You forgot about his straightforward compliments or hoped to forget. No matter how much he made you hate him, you would still feel a tingle in your stomach upon hearing him compliment you.

Zen was undoubtedly attractive, and you, much like some of your coworkers, were attracted to him. The only difference is, his arrogance was a major turn off for you. Or so you thought.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't even notice Zen approaching you and standing directly in front of you. All you could smell was sandalwood and pine, with a hint of strawberry. From the nearly inaudible smacking of his teeth, you knew he was chewing gum,

So taken off guard, you weren't able to move back, you could only stare into his red eyes as he smirked at you.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You just stared, unsure of how to respond. Zen chuckled, which brought that familiar feeling to your stomach. This made you move. You backed up and walked over to the wardrobe and drew out the costume that you had specifically designed for Zen.

"You do realize I can't make any more changes on this right?" You tried to avoid looking at Zen, but again you could smell his cologne and it made you weak to your knees. You turned around, only to bump into his now shirtless chest. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and your jaw dropped.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You exclaimed, throwing the costume into his chest as you backed up.

Zen laughed again, this time it was lighter and full of sheer humor. "Changing? I have to be on stage in fifteen. I already told the last guy that I'm not wearing this." He tossed the costume you threw at his chest on the couch behind him.

You wanted to groan in frustration but instead sighed. "I can't change your wardrobe again, Zen. The director wants what he wants."

Something about this was funny to him, so Zen smiled at your comment as he walked to the vanity and sat in the chair before the lights. Peering at you through the reflection in the mirror, he spoke.

"Can you do my makeup? The last guy didn't."

You clenched your jaw at the comment, knowing well he was trying to get under your skin and it was working. You nodded and headed to the makeup closet to gather the supplies you needed, then headed back to Zen. His long white hair appeared gold under the artificial lighting, and his red eyes appeared much brighter. He had this almost angelic aura to him the more you looked at him, but the looks deceived those who weren't familiar with him. You knew just how cruel he could be.

You kept a gentle hand as you stroked the black paint under Zen's eyes to where the mask would rest and only show his eyes. Your brushes were too gentle, and you weren't able to get close enough to get the crease of his eye, which meant you kept walking around him. Eventually, Zen sighed and pulled you into his lap. Your stomach touched his chest, and a breath of confusion escaped your lips.

"You were making me dizzy." You could practically taste the strawberry gum in his breath, and it made you feel dizzy. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was only growing with each breath Zen took, and it made you want to order him to stop breathing. Unfortunately, that's harassment so you decided against it.

All you were able to do was nod and continue to do his makeup. This position was easier, but you were having such a difficult time focusing because of the gaze he insisted on holding onto you, and the feeling of his heartbeat against your stomach. You took a deep breath and kept working on his makeup, trying to forget that his shirtless chest was pressed against you. You wanted to forget about how you could feel the ripples of his abs through your shirt, and you most definitely wanted to forget the wonderful scent of his cologne and gum that filled your nose.

You reached back to grab the mascara on the counter and turned back to Zen, who appeared to be in deep thought. You began stroking the mascara on his lashes, as he spoke suddenly.

"Tell me, Y/N, when's the last time someone made you cum?"

You jumped at this, accidentally moving the mascara brush up the side of Zen's head, leaving a long black streak on his forehead. You got off his lap and grabbed a makeup wipe and wiped the residue off, feeling a blush creeping up your neck.

"I asked a question." He reminded. You gave him a look, trying to muster up annoyance as he was catching you off guard at just the right times to make you feel weak. You hated how much you liked it. You hated him.

"I don't believe that's your business." You snapped back, your words coming out softer than you intended. You felt his piercing gaze on your back as you tossed the makeup wipe in the trash bin. He was behind you once more the second you turned around, and this time you audibly gasped. Your face was fuming, and as Zen stared at you, it felt as if he knew every thought and feeling that coursed through your very being.

"Fair, but I couldn't help but notice the way you would react every time I breathed." Zen hummed. "Which, I'm not at all surprised that you're affected this way by my breathing, because who isn't? But it's just so out of character for you, considering you hate me and all..." He trailed off, looking away for a second before looking back to you with a devilish grin.

"I...." You couldn't do anything but look at him with your lips slightly parted. Your heart was racing and your knees were weak, you were afraid that you would collapse at any moment. He knew how you reacted, he felt it, and you liked it.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," Zen concluded. "And if you don't want to talk about this anymore, then we don't have to. We can just go back to doing my makeup."

"I can't remember." You admitted, not even thinking twice. You weren't going to stop where this was going, because frankly, your desire to just be on him was clouding any rationality. Zen took this as a sign to step closer until he was pressed against you. You were against the vanity and had nowhere left to move. It appeared that you weren't the only one affected by desire, as you felt a bulge against your stomach. You gulped and stared into Zen's eyes that were just as clouded as your emotions.

"You say the word and we can go back to what we were just doing," Zen repeated, his voice huskier than a moment ago. You slowly shook your head.

"I don't want to go back." You concluded, your voice was small and foreign to your own ears. This was all it took for Zen to cradle your back with one hand and place the other on your cheek as his mouth collided with yours. His kiss was smooth and deep as he led you to the couch in the middle of the dressing room. Without breaking the kiss, he tossed his costume off the couch and pushed you onto the couch. He broke the kiss and stared at you with plump lips and lust scrawled across his chiseled features.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you." He breathed, his chest rising up and down quickly. "I've wanted you for so long."

He hovered over you and stared at you as you lay beneath him, eyes wide and lips parted. He ran his thumb over your lips, down your neck, and to your shirt as he began unbuttoning your blouse. You reached to help him, but he shook his head.

"I'm taking care of you." He decided, and ripped the blouse, leaving you topless, and just in your bra. He ran his fingers along the lace at the bottom of your bra, his cold hands brushing against the bare skin of your ribs, causing you to arch your back ever so slightly. This didn't go unnoticed. Zen smirked before running his finger down your abdomen and just above your skirt. You could feel the burning desire in the pit of your stomach once more as he hovered just above your skirt. He then brought his hands back up to your chest and unclipped your bra from underneath your arched back.

"You're already arching for me?" He teased as he began to remove his pants. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and slapped his chest, to which he grabbed your hand and looked at you darkly. You looked at his boxers, seeing the arousal that hid beneath them. Zen released your hand and grabbed your chin so he could look into your eyes.

"No touching, you've done enough of that already. It's my turn."

With that, your skirt was gone, and his mouth was on the hem of your underwear as he slowly removed them with a short breath. He tossed your underwear somewhere in the room and looked down to you once more before grinning.

"Just fuck me already." You practically begged, squirming beneath him as he just grinned at you teasingly.

Zen removed his boxers, and within seconds, filled you completely. You were already dripping wet  A moan escaped your lips as you put your hands on his back. Zen buried his head in the crook of your shoulder as he thrust into you, causing another moan to escape your lips. You felt a sharp pinch where Zen put his head, followed by a pleasure filled sucking sensation. You knew damn well the hickey that would form would be noticeable, but you didn't care at all. Zen moved from the crook of your neck to your collarbone, and all over your chest, making his own artwork as he fucked you to oblivion.

Zen's thrusts were getting quicker, and you could feel his abdomen tense up as he rested for a few seconds on you before thrusting again. He was close, and so were you. You felt the burning in your stomach move, and you grabbed the back of Zen's neck and pulled him to your lips and kissed him deeper than you've ever kissed anyone before. Zen moaned into your mouth, which made you shiver in his touch. Your mouth parted as he explored your mouth, short moans leaving his lips and vibrating against the back of your throat, causing you to moan. Zen quickly broke the kiss as his thrusts became ragged, and pulled out. You, although near your climax, rolled onto your stomach and crawled toward Zen, who was holding himself and pumping as he stared lustfully at you.

"Let me." You shooed his hand away and took over for him. You pumped steadily, making Zen's breath quicken, his chest rising and falling as he rested his hands on your shoulders. You took him into your mouth, which lasted only a few moments before he came in your mouth. You looked at him with hooded eyes as you swallowed. He pushed you back down onto the couch.

"Don't worry, I didn't ask you about cum without intending to make you do so." Zen breathily spoke. He then filled himself inside you once more, nearly making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Fuck." You hissed as he thrust hard into you, each thrust shooting waves of white-hot pleasure through your body. Your moans increased the quicker and harder he went until you reached your climax and released. You twitched slightly after cumming, and while breathing rapidly, looked up at Zen who pulled out and collapsed beside you, his chest rising and falling as quick as yours.

"I still hate you." You teased. Zen rolled his eyes to this and traced his finger along the many hickeys on your neck and chest.

"These say otherwise."