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Firsts | Zen (Lemon)

Your relationship with Zen was nothing less than blissful. His romantic ways and loving gestures set your heart racing each and every time. He always treated you like a rare diamond, always careful not to break you. Of course, you loved his overprotective ways and found his containment cute but you wanted more.

Nothing ever got farther then tasteful make out sessions, even despite moving in with him. He was always careful and never went too far. Or far enough.

You paced around the bedroom you two shared, wanting to tell him that you were ready. That you wanted him in every way possible. Did you even want to tell him? Yes, of course you did. This was no time to contradict yourself. You fell onto the bed you both slept in where only sleep and cuddles occurred; but that was about to change.

"(Y/N)? I'm home!" The male voice you adored hearing called out.

"I'm in here!" You yelled, getting up from your sprawled mess on the bed. He instantly found his way to you, grinning widely when his crimson eyes fell on you.

"Oh, babe! I missed you so much!"

He rested one knee on the bed, leaning in to give you a small peck on the lips. Your smile sent his heart soaring just like it always did.

"I missed you too. A lot actually..."

His smile thickened, if possible, at your comment and leaned in to kiss you again. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him that much closer, and making the kiss that much more intense. He placed his arms on your hips, lightly squeezing them when his tongue entered your mouth. He tasted like vanilla mixed with something else you could never put your finger on. Still deep in the kiss, you slipped his bleached white jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall gently down his arms and onto the floor. Zen pulled out of the kiss, his eyes widening.

"(Y/N)-"

You cut him off by smashing your lips together once again. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you reached out for his black tank top. You grabbed at it, taking fistfuls of the fabric causing the shirt to rise up and expose Zen's lower abdomen. Feeling bold, you ran your thumb across his bellybutton. Zen grabbed your hand and once again pulled away from the heated kiss. His hand was shaking too.

He looked absolutely flabbergasted. His mouth kept opening and closing as if he wasn't sure which thought he should articulate to you. He shook his head and said, "Hold on, babe. I need to go calm down." It was then that you noticed the severe blush on his pale skin and the small tent that formed on his pants. He let out a breath and turned from you. For a second you almost let him go, too afraid of seeming desperate. But desperate you were.

"Zen, stop." You reached out for his hand and tugged it towards you. He spun around slowly and furrowed his eyebrows.

He shook his head again. "(Y/N), you don't get it. I have to calm down." He somehow managed to get even more red.

"No, Zen, you don't understand. I want to help you calm down."

Eyes widening into moons, he let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a sigh and whimper. He collected himself and shook his head vigorously and let go of your hand. "(Y/N), please. You don't know what you're asking from me."

He turned once again from you. His legs carried him quickly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You would have none of it. You went after him.

"I do understand."

He stopped walking but still couldn't face you. After a moments pause he started up his strides again.

"What about me disgusts you so much?" Your voice wavered and cracked. Tears pooled at your waterline. Your comment made him spin around nearly as fast as before.