Pick your Poison - Mystic messenger smut book

Don't look at any other men besides me (Zen x MC)

This is just a starter oneshot so you can see my writing style :) i hope you like it!!

Zen's POV

I watched MC from the corner of my eye, silently brooding. She was in MY apartment, wearing MY shirt, lying down on MY couch, but was she talking to me? No. Instead she was texting that Trust Fund Kid in the RFA chatroom and as soon as their conversation was over, she got a call from Seven and was giggling at whatever she was saying. Those giggles should be reserved for me, and only me. 

When she hung up, she dropped the phone on the coffee table and stretched so that my shirt rode up, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her underwear. That fůcking tease. . She's lived with me for a few weeks now, and we still haven't done anything beyond a kiss. I am trying to be a gentleman, for she's so precious and a man and a woman shouldn't do anything of a sexual nature until they're married. But I am a man and I have my urges, which she is blissfully unaware of.

She doesn't even seem to realise I'm watching her right now. Every little movement she makes, the bite of her lip and the way she toys with the hem of my shirt, all of it is causing hot blood to rush south. When I feel like this, I usually slink off to the bathroom and take care of it by myself, but I don't want that this time. I need her, and she needs to know exactly how I feel. Fůck my principles.

I walk over to her and perch myself on the coffee table, my gaze fixed directly on her. When she sees me, a smile spreads across her entire face to the point where it's visible even in her eyes which made my heart melt. But her sitting up and crossing her legs, revealing more of her underwear, reminded me what I had come to talk to her about. 

"Baby, was that Seven who you were on the phone with?" I asked, even though I knew the answer was yes. 

"Uh huh! He was telling me about his latest prank that he played on Yoosung. Gosh he's so funny isn't he?" she gushed, which made me grit my teeth. She's not supposed to think any other man is funny but me. Fůck that fůcking hacker for being the one to make my girl laugh. I ruffled my hair in frustration and banged my fist on the table. "What's wrong, Zenny?" she asked, looking at me with those innocent eyes. 

"Fůck, MC! Why do you talk to other men besides me? Am I not good enough for you?" I asked, showing her my insecurities for the first time. She looked at me confused, not understanding where this outburst came from. 

"Zenny why would you say that? Of course you're good enough for me, more than good enough. I thought you didn't mind me talking to people like Seven," she asked innocently and I suddenly felt like a total dıck.

"Babe it's not that," I told her, sighing as I held her hand. "I'm possessive of you baby, and as a man, and especially as your boyfriend, it bothers me when you speak to other men." She looked at me with a soft expression and if anything i felt like a fool. I didn't want her to pity me. 

"If you don't want me talking to the guys in the RFA, then I won't. I'll submit to you, if that's what you prefer." My body felt like it was on fire from her words. The idea of her submitting to me turned me on to the point that my cøck was starting to press against my trousers. Images of her moaning underneath me, calling out my name kept flooding my mind and I was struggling to stop myself from pouncing on her and making her mine. Little did I know that she was watching my internal struggle. "Zenny what are you thinking of?" 

"Oh don't worry my love. My thoughts are... inappropriate for your delicate ears," I admitted to her and she blushed. But that didn't stop her from pressing me further. 

"I want to know these thoughts, Zenny. You don't do anything that's improper and I wish you did. I'm not naive you know, I do know the sorts of thoughts men have about women." She said it so seriously that my eyes widened in shock. What did she know of such things?