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Let Me Help (Zico Smut)


Zico smut where you’re chilling at his apartment and you think it’s a bit to early to have sex in your relationship, but he’s really horny so you end up giving him a blowjob


So i’m not the best at writing smut, but I tried.

-Admin A

Warnings: Oral, some language

Word Count: 782

Genre: Smut

Tonight was the first night that you were spending the night at Jiho’s place. You knew Jiho wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, although you couldn’t shake a nervous feeling. He had recently begged you to spend the night with him, even though it was only two months into the relationship. 


I’m ordering food, what do you want?


Hmmm, I want some (foods name).



Throwing a pair of shorts into your bag, you threw it over your shoulder. You grabbed a banana and left your apartment. Arriving at his home you knocked. All you heard was a frantic ‘come in’ You slowly peeled the door open. You saw Jiho walking out of his bedroom. He noticed you and smiled. 

“Hey (y/n).” He walked over and grabbed your bag. 

“Hi Jiho.” You smiled and walked over to the couch. 

“Already getting comfortable jagi?” He chuckled, you nodded.

He grabbed the food off the counter along with two pairs of chopsticks. He sat at the table and looked over to you.

“Are you gonna join me?” You placed your phone on the couch and quickly joined him.

“Thanks for dinner Ji.” He smiled.

“Anytime jagi. Also are you okay with watching a movie tonight?”

“Of course.” You two talked through dinner, laughing occasionally at his stories from working with Jay. You talked about your day too. You watched him as he stood and grabbed your dish.

“Jagi, go set up a movie.” He said as he began to clean the dishes. You quickly placed yourself on the couch and chose a movie. He came over and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. You placed your head onto his shoulder. Both of you shifted to become more comfortable. Trying to find a comfortable placement for your hands; your hand accidentally swept over his crotch. His breath hitched and you felt your face become heated from embarrassment. You tried to forget about the situation by focusing on the movie. But you couldn’t help but feel you set Jiho off. His grip subconsciously getting tighter around you. A few minutes had passed and you took a quick glance over at his crotch. You gulped at seeing the tent that was growing. You and Jiho had previously talked about how you didn’t like having sex early on in the relationship. He agreed and said he would wait until you felt comfortable. 

“Uh, Ji, would you like some help?” You voice shaky. He looked down and blushed. 

“You don’t need to do that jagi.” His words quickly fell from his mouth. You gulped.

“No Ji, let me help.” 

“O-Okay.” You pushed him into the couch forcing him to lean back. You quickly began playing with the buttons on his pants. You looked up and saw him biting his lip. When he started to unzip his jeans, he stood up and pulled them off. You began to palm him through his boxers. His lips were parted and his breath was trembling. Feeling him growing harder in your hand made you groan. His eyes were screwed shut and he his hands were desperately clinging onto the couch. You tugged on the waistband of his boxers, he quickly nodded in return. You dragged your finger across the waistband he whimpered.

“P-please don’t tease.” You bit your lip in response to his plea. You slowly dragged the cloth over his member. You began to stroke it, you watched as his eyes squeezed shut. As you continued he let out a breathy moan. It encouraged you to begin going faster. You licked the side of his member, he groaned and bucked his hips. A light plea escaped his mouth. You finally decided to give in. You then placed him in your mouth. You traced your tongue over the tip. He moaned loudly. You began to bob your head slowly, just to torment him. He’s so sexy when he’s like this. His hands flew to your hair when you sped up.

“F-fuck (y/n).” His fingers began to dig into your scalp. He unintentionally pushed your head all the down, causing you to gag and him to moan. 

“Ah, sorry (y/n).” You pulled you mouth off of his member.

“It’s fine Ji.” Your hands began pumping him as you licked his tip. He whimpered, you began bobbing your head up and down, and your hands moving in unison. His moans became breathier.

“Ah, (y/n) i’m s-so close.” With that you began moving faster. With a loud groan he came in your mouth. His legs trembled as you swiped your tongue across his sensitive tip. He pulled you up by your hair.

“I guess I owe you one know jagi.”

Lean on Me

Anonymous requested: Zico for #7 since he’s a giraffe.
Part of my prompt request series.

Carrying a full basket of laundry; no problem. Loading up your arms with more groceries than your small arms could handle, also, no problem. But supporting the weight of your boyfriend appeared to be a whole different story.

Jiho was currently leaning against your back with his chin resting on top of your head. His arms dangling loosely over your shoulders as a groan muffled into your hair when you leaned forward to press eleven on the elevator buttons. His body felt like dead weight and gave you more trouble when you tried to stand up straight. At least, as straight as you were a few seconds ago.

“Jiho-yah,” you muttered, giving your body a shake.

The motion did nothing but earn you another groan. His nose dragging back and forth against the strands of your hair. His drunken self no doubt trying to treat you like a giant body pillow. You gave a harder shake and attempted to push you both up, but it was easier said than done.

“Yah! You’re going to make us end up on the floor. Jiho!”

“Shh. Stop yelling,” he whispered against your ear.

You let go of one of his arms to quickly swat his head leaving an “Ow!” in its wake.

“Get it together.”

You’re so small,” he laughed. “What’s the weather like down there?”

“I’m gonna leave you here in the elevator.”

He didn’t respond right away. His quietness making you stop completely to make sure he was still breathing behind you. All had grown eerily quiet besides the hum of the elevator ascending up, when his fingers moved up to poke you in each breast.

“Boop – Boop.”

You wanted to snap at him and remind him that you were currently his legs. That you could easily just drop him and leave him behind to fend for himself. None of that happened, however.

What did happen as the elevator doors opened to your floor, was the immediate scream of, “Piggy back ride!”

“Jiho, no- “

You had no time to brace yourself before his hands were on your shoulders. His drunken body not realizing it was applying too much pressure until your knees caved in under the strain. He jumped up and his legs clumsily wrapped around your small frame; legs tangling up with yours.

“Jagiya, be my prince charming!”

“Quiet pabo.”

The struggle to move was becoming increasingly apparent as your first step to exit the elevator ended with your legs wobbling in place. They threatened to give under the strain of his extra weight and, not to mention, his legs bumping into yours with each step.

“Go faster,” he mumbled, a hand swatting air at your backside as his drunk ass struggled to land a hit.

“I swear to god I’m gonna drop you.”

Jiho was still trying to hit your ass when he must have decided it wasn’t worth the fight. Instead, his hand landing a harsh smack on your thigh and a, “Ya!” right after.

“That is it!”

You started to let go of his legs and wiggled around like mad to let him go. Jiho’s whole body falling back off of yours until you realized his arms were still wrapped around your shoulders. The minute he fell back towards the cold floor of the hallway, you went too. You knew it was a waste to try and grab onto something that was nonexistent in the railing free hallway, but it didn’t stop your flailing arms from trying.

Jiho was the first to connect with the floor with you falling on his chest seconds after. A loud, “Umph,” landing in the hallway. It felt like it was taking your brain forever to catch up with what had just taken place. That you were on the floor in the hallway a few feet from your apartment. Your body nestled between the legs of your boyfriend who wasn’t making a sound so much as breathing.

To check he was still alive you poked his inner thigh earning a groan in reply that sent a small smile to tilt your lips.

You’re so small,” he breathed out. “Too small for piggy back rides.”