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OB//Coffee Shop//Pt2

This was requested… hope you like it!

You sat on your balcony, a book in one hand and your coffee in the other. You hadn’t read in a while, too scatter brained to focus on the words. 

Your coffee was bitter, just how you liked it, and it warmed you as it moved down your throat. 

You heard your phone hum from the living room, but was too engrossed in the story that you couldn’t move from your seat. 

            ‘and she stood there. All alone. Scared. She willed to hear his voice, to see him one last time before he had left. Where had he gone. 
       “Please come back to me…” She whispered. “Please.” 
   “Hello.” She was sure she heard his voice. “Hello.” She heard it again, clear as day.’

“Hello!” You heard a voice yell, startling you from the story in your hands. 

You placed your head over the balcony, wondering who would be shouting this early in the morning. Your eyes flicked from left to right, and you saw no one. 

“HELLO!!” The voice again. 

You stood from your seat, and examined the street below. 

And he was stood there, in his thick woolen coat and scarf. His hat pulled just over his eyebrows. He looked warm, cosy. He’s not yours. You had to remind yourself of that consistently. 

He waved, before rubbing his hands together to keep warm. 

“You gonna let me in?” He asked, his innocent smile peaking above his scarf. 

You stared.

The heartbreak, tears, the nights you spent in a ball on your bedroom floor. They all came rushing back. But you still loved him.

“Why?” Your voice was hoarse, the word getting caught in your throat. You coughed and attempted to speak again. “Why?”

“So we can..- talk?” He looked innocent, but you’d fallen for his innocence before. 

You were still fumbling with the idea, your heart continuing to battle with head. 
Your heart won. 

“I’ll buzz you in.”

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You’d been sat in uncomfortable silence for around 15 minutes. The clocks ticking in the background like the beginning of a thriller. 

“Want another drink?” You walked to the kitchen, grabbing another glass of water. 

“No. I’m good.” His answer was clipped. He placed his hand to cover his mouth. 

You were feeling tedious. You wanted him to say what he had to say and leave. Him being so close, and you remembering everything, was making you hurt. 

“What do you want?” Your back was too him, hands clenching on the sinks ledge. 

He didn’t speak for a while. The silence lingering. 

“I want you.” He whispered. 

“What?” You turned and stood in front of him. 

He stood also. “I want you.” He was looking straight into your eyes. His voice determined. 

You took a step back, and he followed. 

“Don’t.” You moved to the door and opened it. “Please leave.”

“What? I wan-” 

“Leave. Please.” You were begging and you didn’t care. 

He walked towards you, stopping in your door frame. 

“Let me just…-” His lips were on yours. His hand on the back of your neck, holding you too him, 

You tried to fight, feeble attempts, but you fell into the kiss. You needed him, You wanted him. He was yours. 

He isn’t yours. 

The voice reminded you in your head. 

You pushed on his chest. 

“You have someone. Someone that’s not me.” You sucked in your breath. 

He tried to speak, reason what he was doing. A war of words with himself. 

“Don’t. Don’t be that guy. Not again.” He looked at you. Defeated. 

He left and you shut the door. Standing there, remembering his presence. 

And before you knew it, you were on the floor, in a ball. Reciting your favorite verse from the novel you had just been reading.

          ‘He was sweet. Far too sweet to be good. He was kind. Far too kind to be a man. No one was that nice. And his smile hid a thousand secrets. One’s that you didn’t want to discover. Not again.’

Let Me Help (Zico Smut)

Request;

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

A/N:

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. 

Jiho:

I’m ordering food, what do you want?

You:

Hmmm, I want some (foods name).

Jiho:

Okay

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.”

Goodbye Love

Pairing: Zico x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 381

Summary: You can’t love Zico anymore if he’s never there.

A/N: Hey everyone, this is our first angst. I decided to use Zico’s real name, Jiho, in this so please don’t get confused. Please enjoy and feel free to message us with any requests and/or questions. ~admin L

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