#zico x reader

[talkingsaxy]

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

idols:

bain (justb)

byungchan (victon)

cha eunwoo (astro)

chanyeol (exo)

d.o (exo)

gemini (soloist)

junhyeon (tiot)

daniel kim (soloist)

løren (soloist)

seunghyub (n.flying)

taeyang (sf9)

woodz (soloist)

yechan (lucy)

zico (soloist)

actors:

choi hyunwook

lee jongwon

chinese idols:

zhang guiyuan

chen yiheng

don't see your bias? feel free to request here!

[key201303]

SOLOISTS MASTERLIST

KEY WORDS:

🐥 -> ONESHOT

® -> REQUESTED

🌸 -> FLUFF   

🤧 -> ANGST

🔥 -> SUGGESTIVE/SMUT

💀 -> CREEPY

❤ -> VALENTINE SPECIAL

❄ -> CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

🎃 -> HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

🎂 -> BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

🏵 -> DRABBLES

🌺 -> SERIES

⏰ -> TIMESTAMPS

🆎 -> NSFW ALPHABET

📱 -> SOCIAL MEDIA AU

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Somehow, I always seem to end up here, with you ®🌸🏵

We're pregnant ®🌸🏵

I don't like that outfit ®🔥🏵

Is that my shirt? ®🌸🏵❤

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Love me harder 🐥🤧

NSFW A-Z 🆎®

NSFW A-Z 🆎®

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[clubtuan]

Black haired Zico but Blonde haired Zico

[zicosmullet]

Bathing with Zico

- Part 7/7 of my Bathing with Block B Imagines.

- Warnings: Some NSFW stuff

- Notes: FINALLY finished this SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. It’s difficult for me to write for my own bias asdfghjkl,,,,So I apologize in advance for this one!! I just got a bout of inspiration tonight after Zico’s US tour dates were announced. Oof,,,I hope I can see him perform live. <3333

We all know how hard Zico works and just how much he pushes his body to extremes when working, sometimes without even realizing it.

So a bath is EXACTLY what he needs.

But of course, he believes he DOESN’T need one.

When he’s seriously working on something, you know it's best to give him space. But you can’t help worrying about him and his health at the same time. So you mostly just check on him occasionally, sometimes bringing him food and drinks. Sometimes he’s grateful for them, and other times he’s completely absorbed in his work and says nothing.

When he gets REALLY fed up with something while working, he freaks out to himself for awhile before finally coming to you to complain about it. You can’t always give exact advice since you’re no expert on the music industry, but you’re always there to listen and help him calm down, offering whatever advice you can.

Even if he's ranting, you feel grateful for this time, because he rarely lets his walls completely down in front of other people so as to maintain his public image. But when he’s with you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He can be himself and you feel so lucky that you get to experience this side of him.

So one day while he’s complaining to you about being stumped on a piece that he’s working on, you can tell that what he really needs is a break. He’s exhausted and frustrated at himself but doesn’t want to admit it. But you know what he really needs to do is just step back and collect his thoughts for a moment. Inspiration strikes at the most random times and he’s been working so hard lately that he’s probably used up all of his creative energy.

PLUS when was the last time that he properly bathed?? He could probably use a good soak lol.

So with MUCH persuasion, you finally get him into the tub. You can tell he’s annoyed because he doesn’t think he needs or deserves such an extensive break. But he can also tell that you're very adamant about this and he doesn’t want to fight about it for very long. So he gets in the bath you've drawn for him.

And WOW does it feel good like it’s been so long since he'd had a bath, the pleasant surprise really shows on his face.

Most of the time he just takes showers but this bath was much needed.

And you're just standing in the bathroom smiling because you KNEW this would help him, PLUS wow,,,he’s so beautiful,,,,his bare body,,,,and his tattoos,,,,and all this water and steam,,,,

He’s so ethereal,,,,God you're so lucky,,,,

But you don't stand there for too long because you want to give him some peace and quiet so he can relax and recollect his thoughts.

It's almost comical how fast this bath shut him up since he was complaining only minutes earlier. Again, not that you minded, but it was rather that the power of the tub was just so amusing to you.

While lying there with his eyes closed, Zico looks practically exhausted, so you make sure to casually check on him a few times to be sure he doesn't drown in case he happens to doze off, which he does ofc, but who could blame him with his horrendous sleep schedule and tendencies to overwork himself.

It's rlly cute,,,,because he looks so young for some reason like this,,,,with his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. It's TOO soft. Most people might see your man as scary or intimidating, but that's because none of them have ever seen your man when he’s like this.

Life OFC he’s sexy and stuff too, but that's just one side of him.

Anyways you decide to give him some space so he can properly relax. You go off to do your own thing while still discreetly checking up on him from time to time until you FINALLY hear him getting out of the bath.

Part of you wants to go coddle him since he's been having a rough night, but you ultimately decide to wait until he comes to you, leaving you to eagerly wait in the living room. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of him coming into the living room in a moment and just laying his head in your lap while you pet his hair.

Like GEEZ you've been dating for a pretty long time at this point but you can't help it,,,,you just love him so much.

HOWEVER, you feel your heart practically plummet when you hear him exit the bathroom in the opposite direction, probably to get right back to work. You don't blame him of course, you know how important this is to him, but you can't help wanting to spend time with him too. At least he HOPEFULLY got some kind of inspiration out of this.

In the midst of it all, you end up falling asleep on the couch which COMPLETELY throws off your schedule for the next day. You end up waking up late and have to scramble to get ready for work on time, not to mention how you have an awful kink in your neck from sleeping in a weird position which makes getting ready ten times more annoying. And having your morning schedule thrown off just ALWAYS ends up muddling the rest of your day as well. Work seems to practically drag by and you can't seem to really get anything done right. You want nothing more than to get home and immediately crawl under the covers (in your actual bed this time).

So that's EXACTLY what you plan on doing as soon as you FINALLY make it home.

That is, until a certain someone sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder just as you were in the process of changing out of your work clothes.

“Oh, hey babe" you manage to say, trailing off a bit. You REALLY hoped your tone didn't make it sound like you were mad at him, because you weren't, you were just exhausted.

Regardless, he tightened his embrace in response.

“Baby…” he started, “I have a confession to make…”

WHICH just has you all “!?!?!?!?!?”

LIKE WHAT he could mean a thousand different things by that!?!?!?!?!?

You want to say something witty back so you don’t fear the worst, but you’re still too drained from work, so you stay silent until he starts to speak again.

“When I was in the tub yesterday...ughh this sounds so cheesy but...I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I know I can be difficult to put up with sometimes, but you always do. And you always know what's right for me, despite how stubborn I can be.” unexpectedly, he gives a slight laugh “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really am pretty in love you.”

And hearing that makes your heart skip a beat. Because you never doubted his love before or anything, but hearing it out loud really makes all the difference. Your smile stretches so wide as you twist in his arms so you can connect your lips with his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

When you separate, his expression looks a little concerned and you realize that you’ve actually started crying a bit. All your built up stress from the day was finally releasing itself. But you can’t help but chuckle a bit at how panicky Zico looks as he reaches to cup your face and brush away some of your tears. He really does care for you deeply.

He probably says something like “Hey, hey” in a hushed tone to make sure that you’re actually okay and not mad at him or something.

So you kinda decide to change the subject a bit by saying “Well, I hope you were at least able gain some inspiration after that bath.”

And his expression gets a little cocky as he says “I told you I couldn’t stop thinking about you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah??”

“Babe, you know you're my inspiration.”

And you kinda slap his chest then cover your face a bit with your hands like “Jiho PLEASE you’re TOO MUCH.” And he just smirks because it's true and he knows you know it too despite how flustered you’re acting.

Zico breaks the silence again when he says “Anyways, I wanted to return the favor so I went ahead and drew a bath for you too. And it's a good thing I did, because you look like you need the extra relaxation today.”

“You’re right, a bath does sound tempting.”

“Would it sound more tempting if I told you I would join you?”

And you’re like “Asdfghjkl stOP BEING SO GREASY but also,,,,yes,,,,”

SO THAT’S HOW YOU END UP IN THE BATHTUB WITH WOO JIHO.

And yeah, it's pretty great.

You’re the kind of couple the can spend comfortable silences together so relaxing together like this isn’t really awkward at all for you.

He gives you some space to relax for awhile but after a bit he gets eager to pamper you since he’s in the mood to make you feel loved. He wants to make sure you know just how important you are to him since he feels like he doesn’t always get the opportunity to tell you enough.

At some point, he coaxes you into his lap and insists on washing your hair for you, probably leaning down to whisper into your ear a few times.

Ends up kissing it and your jawline a bit too.

Even after he finishes washing your hair you don’t move from his lap.

One, because you don’t want to, and two, because he probably wouldn’t let you move even if you wanted to.

But just sitting there starts to become more and more unbearable as he whispers more and more to you.

And his whisperings get increasingly more romantic and,,,,dirty.

“You’re everything to me.”

“It must be fate that we even met.”

“Don’t you know how breathtaking you are?”

“God you’re just so gorgeous.”

“The things I want to do to you…”

His voice is just so raspy and obviously heavy with desire and it just does things to you.

And suddenly you’re kissing a lot. A WHOLE lot. And everything is desperate and slippery and pretty ungraceful, but you love how wild he drives you.

And you drive him equally as wild because he gets a little rough and he can’t help it.

He’s always been into your legs and thighs, but in the tub he has to grip them a little tighter and it’s kinda thrilling tbh.

And at this point you’re in a MUCH better mood than earlier, so when there's a pause you find yourself saying between pants “If I’d known you’d needed inspiration this bad, I would have helped you out last night too.”

His response is a cross between a slight, breathy laugh, and a huff, before he tightens his grip and pulls you closer.

As much as he enjoys using dirty talk on you, it's super effective when you use it on him as well.

So yes, you do fuck the first time you two bathe together.

You probably shower together more frequently than bathe together because you don’t always have enough time to dedicate to bathing together. This is mostly because when you do, you both like to spend A LOT of time in the tub.

And he quite frequently initiates sex in the tub or at least heated makeouts so that often prolongs the baths.

Because Zico actually has A LOT of stamina,,,

So you’ll be in there for awhile,,,

LOVES to have you in his lap, riding him, either facing him or with your back to him is fine.

Has more of a preference for you facing him though so he can kiss all over your chest. And so you can get your hands tangled in his hair.

Zico literally always has to be grabbing your thighs/legs/ass though, so having you face him is also optimal for this. I mean, he gets a better look at your ass if your back is to him, but he likes holding it better when you face him.

ALSO finds it thrilling to watch your facial expressions through it all, but has a habit of letting his eyes close during pleasure so eye contact isn’t a must or anything.

But looking at each other makes conversation easier and sometimes he can get pretty playful and tease you because he knows it gets you off.

One time you made a comment about trying to get him to stop sloshing so much water out of the tub, which just ended up leading to some sexual teasing and somehow even more water than ever being sloshed out of the tub.

So yeah, he really enjoys sex in the tub. Sometimes when working, he gets pretty isolated and touched starved so when you're just there in front of him like that, it's difficult for him to hold back.

But with that said, there are tame baths too.

Sometimes he’ll be too exhausted to really do anything so you’ll end up pampering him a bit instead.

Again, he likes when you’re in his lap or sitting between his legs because that's the optimal way for him to be close to you in the bath. His legs are long so other positions can be a bit cumbersome. But when he’s really exhausted, he likes to try to fit between your legs and use your chest as a pillow while you play with his hair and poke at his squishy face.

You two don’t usually get out of the bath right at the same exact time, but it's usually only a few minutes apart because once one person gets out it starts to feel a bit lonely.

He also probably has like really soft expensive Gucci towels or something for when you get out of the bath lmaoooo.

So yeah, you’d both be really into bathing with each other when given the opportunity.

Baths with Jiho would be so good y’all. :’)

[biteyouinthebutt]

The Interview #2 Mino

Summary: (Y/N) just won Show Me The Money and Zico/Mino decides to contact her, after she talked about him in an interview.

Part 1: Zico and Mino Part 2: Zico - Mino Part 3: Zico - Mino Part 4: Zico - Mino

Part 1: Zico and Mino Part 2: Zico - Mino Part 3: Zico - Mino Part 4: Zico - Mino

[changkyun-sloot]

{[M]} Post Concert

Summary: Everyone needs a little love sometimes.

Group: Block B

Type: Zico x Reader, Smut, Date, Shower.

Word count:  3244 words

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"Come on! Just 10 minutes, ok?" Kihae says, a wide smile on her face as we walk down the stairs towards the now deserted stage. The Block B concert had just ended and we had waited until everyone had left the concert hall before going down to the stage- just so she could dance. "Ok, ok. That's what? 3 dances roughly?" I ask, smiling as she eagerly runs to the stage, trying to pull her short body up onto the high flooring. I help her up before taking a step back, running and jumping to lift my leg up for leverage. Once we're both on stage I sit down criss cross in front of her, my eyes focused as she takes position for her first song choice. "Ready?" I ask, gaining a nod from her. I start to sing shall we dance, enthusiastically rapping my bias's part. I always feel giddy rapping his part, hearing his sexy voice in my head and feeling one with him. She dances to the beat, her movements fluid and smooth. I start to dance awkwardly but happily as I sing, grinning at her as she lets loose a little and enjoys dancing on a big stage. My eyes widen as I see two tall figures walk onto the stage quietly behind her, trying hard not to miss a verse as she continues on unaware. They jump in, joining her, causing her to pause temporarily from shock. Beside her, dancing to their song, is Zico and P.O. I suddenly get extremely self conscious of my singing, my pitch faltering as I watch them all dance, Zico's body moving with cool, memorized motions. I can't believe it, here is my bias in front of me- dancing with my best friend like it's totally normal. This can't be real. The song ends and Kihae moves away from the two men a little bit, still shocked by their presence. "You both did really well," Zico smiles. "However, your pitch was too low on Taeil's parts," he says looking at me before turning to Kihae, "and you were slow on Ukwon's dance." "Where'd you learn to dance like that?" P.O smiles, going over to Kihae and dancing a little with her. "You keep up well, and you memorized it!" "Oh, well... I practice every morning for exercise and fun." She responds shyly, staring at him with wide eyes. "That's good! Learn more of our songs and dance more with us." "Did you two stay around just to dance and sing on the stage?" Zico asks, coming to sit beside me, nudging me playfully once sitting. "Or were you hoping to get us instead?" "You showing up was a more like pleasant surprise." I say softly, giving him a side glance. Dear god, he's even more handsome in person, despite performing a whole concert not even an hour ago. A lot of his make up had been sweat off, or maybe wiped off, with just a little darkness left around his fox eyes- making them stand out drastically. Butterflies start to rise in my stomach as my inner fangirl finally starts to take over- realizing the situation. Zico. Is. Sitting. Next. To. Me. "So, ladies. I have to ask, who is your bias?" His smile is large when he asks this, looking between us but his eyes lingering on me longer. Kihae is standing next to P.O, his arm on top of her head like a rest and a big grin on his face. "I'm guessing I'm this shorty's." She blushes and tries to move away flustered, "no! It's, it's Taeil!" A lie and a truth. She has dual biases- both of them. "Did I hear my name?" A voice asks as he walks on the stage to join us. "Oh, fucking hell." The three of them begin to go around in a circle, both men playfully joking that they're hers. Zico leans closer to me, his face only inches from mine- a distance where only we could hear each other. "You seemed to really enjoy my parts of the song. Is it safe to assume you like me?" I bite my lip, shrugging a little innocently. "Haha... I just like rap." Lying. I'm lying. Yes I like you, why are you so close to me. Kihae, stop flirting with them and help me. Is this how all concerts are? Are all idols like this? Like, oh! Hello fan of mine! Am I your bias? Show me your love.

He examines my face intently, a look of amusement in his eyes. Can he see the inner distress that I'm feeling? "You look like you could use something to drink," he states as he jumps up, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. "Lets go get some drinks." "Uh, Zico, I don't know..." "Hey Taeil, P.O, I'm going to take her to the coffee shop down the street. You two good?" He nods towards Kihae and both men nod. Kihae and I swap confused glances before she looks down and sees Zico's hand around my wrist. She comes over to me and whispers in my ear as Zico talks to the other guys about some plan. "Blow it. Blow it like a flute." "This is not the time for memes, Kihae!" "There's always time for memes. Y/N, just go for it. He seems to be into you." "It's just so random, how is this real?" Zico turns to us and smiles, "ok, lets go!" "Wait, wait!" Kihae says, grabbing my other hand as he starts to drag me away. She leans close again, "blow it. Like. A. Flute." "Why are you like this. I'll see you later, I guess?" "Yeah! Have fun!" "Take care of her, Zico!" P.O says, putting his arm on her head again as I'm dragged off stage. ---------- We walk around the park, coffee steaming in our hands as we admire the Christmas lights still left up from the recent holidays. "I'm sorry, I assumed that it wouldn't be an issue because I'm in (your/country)." "You had no way of knowing," I say softly, thinking back to the catastrophe at the coffee shop. We were SWARMED by fans who had already left the concert hall. They were shoving me away, touching him, asking for pictures. It took us 40 minutes just to get our coffee and leave. "Zico..." I say slowly, a tinge of fear building in my stomach. "Call me Jiho." "Jiho..." I shift a little uneasily. "Why did you want to get coffee with me? I'm just a normal fan." "I have a few reasons. Some of them innocent, some of them not." I blush brightly, "what do you mean?" "When I heard you rapping my part so passionately it made me happy. It was nice to see and hear someone so into my music, it was also kind of hot. You did it really well." He says this nonchalantly, taking a sip from his coffee after. "Oh, did I? Thank you. Yeah... I really love your rapping. You're my favorite rapper..." He grins and puts his arm around my shoulder. "I also haven't been able to be this close to someone in a while. A normal person, not just another idol. Just relaxing." I bite my lip, curious. "Sorry for being forward, but what did you mean by some reasons not being innocent?" I feel embarrassed asking this, but when he said it there was a flame that had grown in my body. He looks at me and grins, stopping his walking to look at me seriously. "You're really beautiful, and I wanted to get close to you. Honestly, I want to get even closer in many ways."   This is some fan fiction level shit. Is he implying what I think he is? "Closer...?" Suddenly his arms are wrapped around me as I'm pulled close against his strong body. He smells so good, a masculine smell from his earlier performance mixed with a nice cologne.   I guess this is the moment I need to make a decision. Go on with this and get farther. Or stop it and chicken out. Maybe I'll regret it after, but right now my body is on fire. "Jiho," I say, making eye contact before crashing my lips into his. They're so soft and plump against mine. He kisses me back, tightening his grip with one arm as the other moves up to my hair, grabbing it harshly. I smile against him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting it softly; he tastes like bitter coffee, but I like it. I've dreamed about doing this for so long. "This isn't something I do..." he says against my lips. "I don't just lure my fans for coffee to get at them." "Do you want me, then?" I ask, confidence now oozing from me. I've read enough smuts involving him to where I'm more than wanting to see how accurate they are. He puts his forehead to mine, his eyes full of lust as he stares me down, "we can't do this here." I look around, remembering we're in the park, and thankfully no one is around watching. "Where should we go then?" "We can go to my hotel room. P.O shouldn't be in there right now." "Sounds good," I say, grinning up at him as I brush my hand against the front of his pants, feeling what I was hoping to feel. "Looks like we should hurry." ---- He opens the door to the hotel room, looking in cautiously before pulling me in with him, pressing me up against the door as he kisses me fiercely. I put my arm up, locking it and grinning against his lips as I jump up, wrapping my legs around him. He grinds against me, both of us moaning from the friction caused by our clothes. He gropes my ass, squeezing and slapping my cheeks as he moves to sucking on my neck, leaving marks down my collar. "You know what would be fun?" I ask, biting my lip as I look down at him. "What's that?" He asks, looking back up at me curiously, having just left a bruise over my left tit. I motion for him to put me down and he hesitantly complies, watching me lustfully as I start to strip, throwing all my clothes to the side before doing the same to him. I leave him, sneaking into the bathroom and starting the shower, quickly being joined by his warmth behind me when he realizes what I'm doing. "Do I smell that bad?" He says in my ear, his voice joking in a deep tone. "You smell amazing," I say, turning to kiss him softly, "but this always makes things more sensual." "Ah, a romantic, are you?" He rests his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my bare waist- his length pressed against my upper ass. "You could say that, how about you?" "I actually am," he kisses my temple before leaning forward to test the water. Without any warning he picks me up and places me under the hot water, quickly joining me as he grabs the shampoo. "Let me do you." "You can do me in any way you want," I say with a sly smile, causing him to laugh. He changes places with me so the warm water is falling on his back as he rubs the sweet smelling shampoo into my hair. "You're so cute with your eyes closed like that." I stick my tongue out at him playfully but shampoo slides into it, causing me to spit it out in disgust. "Here," I hear him say before a stream of water hits me in the face. I immediately know what he did, even more sure of it when his lips press against mine, water flowing into my mouth from his. I spit out the soapy water and laugh, "thank you for spitting on me as well." "It was water, would you like me to really spit on you?" "Wash my hair so I can play with you." "You make it sound so dirty." He says, a grin etched into his words. He finishes massaging my scalp, easing me under the water to wash out the shampoo. I rinse myself before opening my eyes, seeing him staring at me hungrily. We continue on with the playful banter, washing each other's hair. Once he's rinsing conditioner from his I can't help but run my hands over his body, sliding down his toned stomach and chest. "Like what you see?" He says cheekily and I remain quiet, crouching down as he continues to wash out his hair. I take his dick in my hand, slowly stroking it causing a surprised moan to leave his throat. "Y/N...." Without any more words I take his cock into my mouth, causing him moan louder, wrapping his fist into my hair as he leans forward, shielding me from the water streaming into my face. Once I can breathe better I start to bob my head, sliding him in and out before deep throating him spontaneously. "Oh shit..." he groans, his eyes still closed as he tightens his grip, starting to thrust into my throat as I softly run my thumb over one of his testicles. "Stop... you're going to make me cum," he breathes out heavily, pulling me up by my hair before crashing his lips back to mine, shoving me against the shower wall. "What a bad girl, not yet, we can't be too impatient." I moan against his lips as my scalp burns from the hair pulling, as well as the pressure of his hard length against my abdomen. He has a bottle of body soap and he grabs it, pumping a generous amount into his hands before rubbing them together, sliding his soapy palms over my body. He stands with my back to his front, his hands roaming up my arms then over my breasts sensually before moving down my waist and hips. "Your skin is so soft and smooth," he whispers into my neck as he shimmies down my body, grabbing and rubbing my ass then down my thighs, his hands traveling down every inch of my body. My mind is starting to get cloudy with lust as I turn around to look down at him, his eyes focused on every curve of my body. I pull him up, dragging him under the hot water with me as I wash off. I then turn off the water and look at him pleadingly. "I need you." He picks me up again, my legs wrapped around his waist but this time he slides his hard cock into me, causing my eyes to roll due to the pleasure; he feels so amazing inside me. He carries me into the bedroom, our bodies still soaked as he drops onto the bed with me, his cock sliding painfully farther into me as we fall. He stays still for a moment, both our bodies taking in the pleasure from putting this off for so long. He then starts to move his hips, long powerful thrusts going deep into me, causing us both to moan in unison.

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer as he starts to drill harder into me. He leans down, kissing me softly on the lips, his tongue sliding slowly into my mouth as I run my hands over his body, our skin cold from the shower but we don't feel it.

He suddenly starts to move us, sitting up on the edge of the bed with me on his lap, straddling him. He puts his hands on my hips, helping me grind him into me as I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper than before.

“You feel so amazing this close,” he says softly, pulling away from the kiss to get air. He thrusts up into me harder, each thrust hitting deep inside of me.

I don't answer, I just move to his neck, placing hickeys down his shoulders. “Even if it's for a short time,” I say softly, “you're mine, Jiho.”

His arms wrap around my waist and he squeezes me tightly, bouncing me up and down aggressively, my eyes rolling back from the strong thrusts into me. “F-fuck… if you keep doing that..” I struggle to say, burying my face into his neck as my body starts to become overwhelmed, “I’m going to cum…”

“Then cum for me”, he says with a grin in his words. He continues bouncing me and I can't help but cling to him, every inch of my body feels inflamed as he throws me back onto my back, holding my wrists above my head as he pounds into me.

“Oh fuck…” I breathe out, my body finally reaching its breaking point as I suddenly cry out.

Jiho stiffens as I tighten around him, moaning out loudly as he explodes into me, slower thrusts slamming all of him into me as he releases.

I twitch with every thrust, my body reacting to it sensitively as my high is still fresh. He pulls out of me and rolls over onto his back, breathing heavily.

We lay in silence for a couple minutes trying to compose ourselves as our hearts race.

“How would you feel about traveling?” He asks abruptly, turning to look at me.

“What?”

“I want you to go with me. Travel with me for concerts, be with me.” His voice is soft along with his expression as he pulls me closer to him.

“I’ll have to think about it… I have so much here. I can't just push it all back to leave with a man…” I place my hand on his cheek, debating back and forth with myself. I'd really like to say yes to him. So badly.

“I’ll have to talk to my friends…” I say softy. “But maybe.”

“Please consider it greatly.” He smiles and kisses me on the lips, pulling me into his chest. Our hair is still wet but our bodies are dry and warm.

Loud voices appear outside the door and it suddenly swings open, revealing Kihae, Taeil, and P.O.

P.O’s hand is up Kihae’s shirt and she slaps Taeil’s ass playfully as they walk in, not yet seeing us.

Taeil turns to kiss her, sandwiching her between him and P.O.

“Hey guys,” Jiho says, bringing attention to us. They all look up surprised, guilt written all over their faces. I hide my body behind Jiho and under the blanket as Kihae looks at me proudly. “I thought you were going to the mirror maze?”

“We already went,” Taeil says, scratching his head nervously. “We didn't expect you to be here, we’ll leave.”

The guys quickly rush from the room, Kihae turning to look at me as I give her a thumbs up. “3 SOME.” I mouth at her and she laughs before running out behind them.

“Well that's something I didn't expect…” Jiho says softly.

I climb on top of him, straddling him with a wide grin on my face. He looks at me with surprise and amusement as I start to grind against him, “since they know we’re here, let's take advantage and play all night.”

“As long as you keep in mind traveling with me; if you do, then we can do this every night.”

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-Bean

[pyotatochip]

You Are Me | Zico x Reader

i return! i had this idea in my head for a long while and i’m so glad to finally get it out! let’s pretend that jiho went to a normal ass high school in korea for this scenario, okay? lmfao

the animation mentioned in the story is called There She Is and is a korean animation I watched for the first time like. a decade ago. it’s ultra cute! check it out! it’s got a good message too!

You Are Me | Woo Jiho x Reader Word count: 1,437 Inspired by: I Am You, You Are Me by Zico, There She Is!! by Sambakza Summary: high school au - You had a tendency to fall for bad guys, but Jiho really wasn’t all that bad.

You had always been a traditionally good girl. You were B-4’s class president, got straight A’s, captained the girl’s tennis team during the season, and managed the boy’s lacrosse team off season. You were at least acquaintances with everyone in your grade, and tried to keep a good relationship with everyone in your class. You walked to school every morning, brought in your family’s mail every afternoon, cooked dinner every wednesday night, and wore a fresh uniform every day.

Jiho was a traditionally bad boy. He was late to class often, or skipped out early with his friends. He always had his nose in a comic book, his ears covered with headphones, his feet on tables, and his shirt untucked. He sat in the back of the room with the rest of his crew, doing his best to avoid the teacher’s gaze and get away with as much cursing as possible, head bobbing to the beat that was playing in his ears.

You knew his type. You always seemed to fall for guys like him. You wondered why that was - why you had an attraction to the people that would inevitably break your heart. Perhaps you wanted to fix them? Either way, you had had your eye on him for a while, and he seemed to have an eye on you, too. When he had lagged behind his friends after class, helping you organize the ballots for the theme of your class’ festival booth, you couldn’t help but notice his slick words and how close to you he got.

It didn’t take long. He walked with you to your house after counting ballots, and the next day, you were telling your friends about how he had kissed you outside your gate and you hadn’t stopped him.

“Really?” Mina had said, mouth agape. “Jiho-oppa? Seriously?”

You covered a laugh as you blushed. “Yes, Jiho-oppa.”

“You have such a type,” Daeun laughed, picking a bit of ham out of her lunch and eating it. “You know you’re not gonna make him better, right?”

“I’m not gonna try to make him better,” you said defensively. “He’s actually really sweet all on his own.”

Mina gave you a look. “You always say that, then they end up being the bad boy you fell for and breaking your heart.”

You shrugged. “Jiho-oppa seems different.”

They didn’t believe you, but that was fine. You knew he was different, and that’s all that mattered to you.

All week, Jiho walked you home after school. All week, Jiho helped you with your duties as class president. All week, Jiho would steal you away for the last five minutes of lunch to chat in the stairwell, and occasionally do a little more than chat. All week, you were nothing but smiles and giggles, biting your lip every time Mina passed up a note for you from your “troublemaker boyfriend.”

“It’s the honeymoon phase,” she said, handing you the note over your shoulder. “I give it a month before he loses interest because you won’t put out.”

After a month, walking you home after school became sitting in your living room with a pot of tea, studying and working on decorations for the festival. Five minutes during your lunch became the entire period, sitting on a bench outside in the sun, sharing everything either of you brought for lunch that day. Your smiles and giggles maintained, perhaps even increased - Jiho had a real skill when it came to making you smile. He wrote love songs, scribbled lyrics onto sheets of notebook paper and sent them your way. When you read them, you knew he had a tune in his head, and it excited you that you would be able to hear it, too, when he got around to sitting down with his keyboard. You would always peek over your shoulder after reading his notes, and every time, his chin would be resting on his hand, smiling as he waited for your reaction.

His friends often teased him for going soft, but he never cared. He could hold his own, you knew. All he had to do was tell them off, saying that they didn’t have any pretty girls that wanted to kiss them, then he was back to taking your hand in his as he walked you home, talking about the new album his brother picked up from the record store. Then, when you got to your house, he would hurriedly tuck in his shirt and pull up his pants to greet your mother, who thought nothing but amazing things about “that lovely Woo boy.”

Jiho was so unapologetically himself, whether he was back talking with his clever tongue, or excitedly gushing about something he loved. They seemed like different people, but you knew better.

The class had voted on a cute animal cafe, so you and several other students had taken it upon yourself to make menu boards, placemats, and various other signs for the classroom, all of which had pawprints on them. Some students were designated as waiters and waitresses, while others were designated “cute animals,” requiring cat, dog, or bunny ears, and whatever else they could produce to make the costume. Jiho was at your house again, but this time, he was helping you bake cupcakes, putting a tray of hot ones in the fridge to cool and loading the last unbaked tray into the oven as you mixed together a light frosting.

Jiho started unwrapping one of the slightly warm cupcakes, licking his fingers. You almost stopped him, knowing that you needed as many as you could manage to serve at the cafe, but you shrugged. One less cupcake wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Hey,” he started, swallowing his first bite of cake. “These are delicious.”

You beamed. “My mom’s recipe. You should try the carrot ones, too.”

“No wonder she owns a bakery,” he said, leaning against the counter next to you, watching you add massive amounts of butter to a stand mixer. You slowly increased the speed and examined the mixture, watching it come together. When it was completely combined, you shut off the mixer and stole a chunk of his cupcake, leaning against the counter with him.

“Do you have your cat costume?” You asked, putting the warm vanilla cake in your mouth before it fell apart.

He nodded. “I even got the green scarf. Do you have your bunny?”

“Yeah,” you said. Jiho had shown you an animation earlier that week, giggling and saying it reminded him of the two of you. “I don’t think anyone will get the reference”

“Who cares,” he said, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. “It’ll make us happy, and that’s what matters.”

He put the rest of the cupcake in his mouth as you smiled at him. You looked around your kitchen, half covered in boxes of frosted cupcakes and half covered in cooling racks of unfrosted. “What color should I make this frosting?”

Jiho thought a moment. “Purple.”

You nodded, finding the purple food coloring and adding a few drops to the frosting, turning on the mixer again to incorporate it into a soft lavender color. You poked him, and he leaned over to peek into the bowl. He gave you a thumbs up, and you scraped the frosting down the bowl and started shoveling it into a frosting bag.

You mom peeked her head into the kitchen. “How’s it going?”

You looked up from the pastry bag. “Ah, well!”

She walked into the room, examining the boxes. “It smells good. Your piping has gotten better.”

“I thought so, too!” You grinned at her. “I used to be all over the place.”

“Your dad and I were talking about ordering chicken. You’re welcome to stay for dinner, of course, Jiho-ya.”

“I’d love to, especially for chicken,” he said, smiling. Your mother laughed.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she said, walking out of the kitchen. After tossing the cupcake wrapper into the garbage, Jiho picked up your family’s cat, rubbing his face all over her.

It was times like these that made it hard for you to believe that anyone could see Jiho as a “bad boy” type. You may have originated in different worlds, but something fit so well between you two. You smiled, thinking about the cat and bunny in the animation, falling in love despite everyone around them disagreeing with their compatibility.

“What are you smiling at?” He pulled you from your thoughts as he set your cat down.

You shook your head lightly and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing.”

[imalecbutimnotaboy]

I Am a Woman Too

Inspired by (Girl’s Day) Minah’s song.

Pairing: Zico (Jiho) x Reader

Warnings: too many time skips... whoops.

*I’ve also posted this in asianfanfics.

You sighed, breaking up with Jiho was one of the toughest things you’ve done in your life. It wasn’t that he was a bad boyfriend, he was actually really sweet and a gentleman. The problem was that he’s a workaholic, going to his classes and then to his part-time job takes up all his day, besides working on his dream at night, writing lyrics, and recording beats.

At first you understood but as time passed it got harder and lonelier, it had been two months since you two had a proper date, only seeing each other at lunch for 25 minutes, in company of his friends.

You sighed again, running a hand through your hair as you make your way back to your room. When you arrived, you threw your bag on the floor, beside your shoes, and walked into the small kitchen. Turning to the fridge, you busied yourself getting a drink before your phone rang.

“So, how did it go?” Kyung’s voice asked through the line, not bothering to greet first. You rolled your eyes, putting your phone on speaker before leaning on the counter.

“Surprisingly better than what I had expected” you murmured, “it's almost as if he had seen it coming” you said, toying with the water bottle in your hand. Jiho had been really understanding with your decision, making you wonder if he wasn't as in love with you as he claimed to be.

“You know, maybe he did?” you furrowed your eyebrows at Kyung’s answer, “maybe he's conscious that he puts his work first?” Letting what he said sink in, you picked your phone and walked to the couch, setting yourself on it before turning the TV on. The line went silent for the next few seconds, “do you want to go out to eat dinner?”

You glanced at the clock, tapping your pen against your statistics book. Your gaze wandered to your phone, the black screen hurting your heart, he usually called around this hour, you thought. Dropping your pen onto your desk and grabbing your phone, your fingers typed Jiho’s phone number, stopping suddenly before pressing call. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your cellphone off and tried to concentrate on your homework again.

Several hours later, you laid in bed, tears pooling in your eyes as you blankly stared at your phone, silently hoping for Jiho’s name to light up the screen. You furiously rubbed your eyes, placing your phone on the bedside table and turning onto your side. “I miss you” you whispered to the air, unable to stop the tears from pouring, you couldn’t help but think about how Jiho’s strong arms used to wrap around you, making you cry harder.

Jiho took off the beanie he had threw on in a rush and ran a hand through his hair, looking around nervously. His morning couldn’t go worse: he had overslept and missed his first lesson, barely making it in time for his second one, and now lunch time was almost over and he only had fifteen minutes left to find ____. He wanted… no, he had to try and get you back. He knew it was his fault, he knew he should have spent more time with his girlfriend, but it was just the way he was, the way he tried to accomplish all of his dreams.

“Jiho, you have to eat something” his mind registered Kyung’s voice but he didn’t look at him, his eyes fixed on the cafeteria’s doors. “You didn’t had dinner last night nor breakfast-” he silenced himself when the blond stood up abruptly, “am I invisible or what?” Kyung said a bit sourly, turning to Yukwon, the black haired guy smiled kindly at him, patting his back.

“Chaerin!” he called your roommate as soon as his eyes landed on the blonde girl, she must know where ____ is. “Hey, have you seen ____?” he asked immediately when the girl approached him, hopeful.

“I haven’t seen her since this morning” she answered politely, though Jiho could feel her hard stare. The girl bowed slightly in his direction and turned around, giving a curt nod to Kyung and Yukwon before walking out of the cafeteria.

“Kyung~” the blonde whined to his friend, “you really don't know where ____ is?” He asked, kind of desperate. You weren't answering any of his calls, and he couldn't enter the ladies building without the passcode to check if she was in her room.

“She isn't answering my calls either, Jiho” the orange haired guy replied, he was starting to get worried. He’ll have to ask for the passcode to Chaerin later.

“Are you happy that you met me?” Jiho’s sad tone and soft gaze made you feel a pang of pain on your chest, you licked your suddenly dry lips, parting them to answer him…

The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your memories, making you held your breath, suddenly feeling ashamed of crying under the bed. It was such a childish thing to do but it was your way of escaping from reality for a little while.

“____?” Kyung's voice called your name, he stayed quiet for a few minutes before you heard his footsteps get closer, stopping at the end of the bed before the boy slid under the bed beside you. “How are you feeling?” he asked, turning his gaze towards you.

“Empty” you answered immediately, “I think I would've preferred if he screamed at me or just tried to change my mind” you whispered, feeling a fresh wave of tears coming.

“You know Jiho’s not like that” Kyung spoke softly, his serene voice always managed to calm you down. “He wouldn't held you against your will nor do anything to hurt you” he added, moving his hand to hold yours when he saw the tears coming. “C’mon, let's get out of here”

Jiho ran a hand through his hair in frustration, nothing seemed to go the way he wanted. He was falling behind in some classes, he couldn't come up with any beats nor lyrics, and you were still avoiding him. Really. It was like you never even existed: you didn't answer any of his calls, and he couldn't find you anywhere, not even when he practically ran from his class to yours as soon as the bell rang. And asking Chaerin wasn't even an option now (that girl is scary when she wants). Even Kyung wasn't helping him, saying you didn't want to see him, and refusing to say anything else.

He looked at his watch, the digital numbers telling him it was almost 3 in the morning, he sighed, taking off his headphones before he turned off the computer. He had been trying to work on some beats and lyrics, staying up until late hours this last couple of days, trying everything to not think about his ex-girlfriend.

“Jiho, go to sleep, please, you have class in 4 hours” Kyung’s voice startled him. The blond turned to the doorway, where he could distinguish Kyung’s figure, the orange haired guy gave him a hard stare, leaving no room for discussion.

“Yes, Hyung” the blond male sighed, turning off the desk lamp before making his way to his bed. Jiho turned his back to Kyung, pretending trying to fall asleep until he stopped hearing Kyung’s steps. Dropping the act, he unblocked his phone, playing games for a while before he somehow ended opening his contact list, your name glowing on the screen, Jiho found himself pressing dial before placing the phone against his ear.

“This is ____’s phone, I’m not available at the moment, please leave your message~” your voice reached his ears. Jiho parted his lips to say something but his voice didn’t come out, he ended the call, without him knowing, his eyes had filled up with tears.

You were blankly staring at the TV in front of you, your mind racing with thoughts of Jiho, his smile, his laugh… every aspect of him. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Kyung, Jihoon, and you were watching reruns of an old drama in your room. Well, more like they were watching, because even if you had watched the drama several times you had no idea what was going on.

“Noona? Are you okay?” Jihoon’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, haven't really understood what he said, and gave him a confused look. “Are you okay?” He repeated himself, looking at you with concern written all over his face.

“You know?” Kyung's voice interrupted before you could say anything. “He also misses you” he continues, not taking his eyes off the television in front of him, “he doesn’t stop writing lyrics about you” this time he does look at you, you could see annoyance in his eyes, which made you feel angry too.

“He clearly doesn’t care enough to-” you started angrily, but Kyung's stare made you shut up.

“Stop ____, just stop” he said, his tone pleading, “you've been ignoring Jiho with all your might, haven't given him the chance to apologize or even try to explain himself… hell, you don't even let him greet you properly” Kyung blurted out, fed up with your stubborn actions. “You should stop running away” that was the last thing he said before heading out of the room.

“Hyung’s right, Noona” Jihoon’s deep voice made you turn around, “Jiho Hyung misses you as much as you miss him” he added, you look away, conflicted feelings swirling inside you. “Noona should give Hyung a second chance, you need each other to be happy” he said, wrapping your petite shaking body in his arms, letting you cry on his shoulder.

You were making your way to the laundromat, your basket at hand. You'd been thinking about what Kyung and Jihoon had said and were trying to find the courage to go up to Jiho and talk to him. What you weren't expecting was running into Jiho. Jiho on the corner of the hallway. Talking to some girl. Some pretty girl. It made you stop abruptly, not finding the strength to deal with that at this moment. “Just ignore him” you whispered to yourself, nodding determinately.

“____” Jiho calls you as soon as you walk past him, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. “We'll talk later, Hwayoung” he said to the girl. Hwayoung pouted but stopped when she didn't received any reaction from Jiho. You watched as she made her way down the hallway, looking rather pissed off. “____?” The blond calls you again, making you turn to him.

“Jiho” you nod, his expression changes for a second, hurt that you didn't call him Oppa, “how are you?” You ask, trying to keep your voice from cracking, your mind freaking out. He looked like everything was perfectly fine. That Hwayoung girl had definitely been flirting with him. He was moving on. You could feel your heart breaking all over again.

“I'm alright” Jiho answered, somewhat unsure. “And you? I haven't seen you around…” He asked, his voice becoming quieter along the question. You nodded, murmuring something about being busy while avoiding his eyes. An awkward silence settled between you two, you could feel Jiho staring at you, feeling really tiny under his strong gaze.

“Look, I'm not trying to be rude but I have to go” you said, rushed, taking a step back towards the laundromat. “Maybe we could chat some other time” hurriedly, you waved a hand at him, turning around. But a hand in your wrist stopped you from getting away.

“Please, stop running away” Jiho’s tone is pleading, and, you're not totally sure, he was holding back tears. Your resolve on talking to him shattered, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Shaking his hand off, you walked down the hallway, not looking back.

Hearing frantic knocking on your door, you put on a sweatshirt quickly, not wanting whoever it was to see you in your bra and shorts, and rushed out of your room. You heard Chaerin’s voice complaining from the kitchen, something that sounded like ‘tell your son not to knock like a maniac’, before she made her way to her room.

“Jihoon?” You asked as soon as the door was open, the tall boy smiled widely at you. Jihoon entered the room and picked a pair of sneakers from your shoe rack, ushering you to put them on. “What? Why?” You asked, but he gave no answer. Sighing, you put the sneakers on. “Where are we going?” You asked as soon as Jihoon’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you out of the room.

“You'll see” is the only answer he provided. After walking through half of the campus, you two finally arrived to the soccer field. You looked at him confused before spotting Jiho in the middle of it, with Kyung right behind him. “You're not going anywhere, miss” he tightened his grip on you as soon as you started to struggle, trying to get free; he pushed you gently in front of him, leading you to the center of the field.

The four of you stood there, awkwardly, for a moment. Jiho looked back at Kyung, unsure of what to do, the orange haired boy rolled his eyes and pushed Jiho to take a step forward. “I want to apologize” Jiho’s voice sounded unsure, making you scoff: he wasn't even sure why he was apologizing. “I should've spent more time with you, I'm sorry, it's just that I want to accomplish my dreams…” Jiho avoided looking at you, his eyes scanning the floor.

“Jiho” you called him sweetly, he looked at your eyes. “I'm not against your dreams, I support you a hundred percent” you assured him, noticing how relieved he was with your words. “But it sometimes felt like you didn't really like me… Your words said you did but your actions said otherwise” you explained, relieved of getting it out of your system. Jiho opened his mouth but you beat him to it. “You never reached out first and even when I broke up with you, you just let me go…”

“I thought that's what you wanted… I couldn't be selfish and keep you if you weren't happy…” He defended himself, trying his best to keep his voice in check. Even if what he said was really sweet, you couldn't help but feel angry.

“But you didn't ask me anything, you were okay with me leaving, you just assumed I didn't like you anymore” you complained, finally getting everything out of your chest, your voice raising a little.

“I'm sorry, ____” he apologized again, “I was trying not to hurt you” he confessed, “…and that's exactly what I did” he finally realized. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, that's what you were waiting for, he needed to stop thinking for you and start asking what you actually meant or needed. A relationship is a two player game. Not liking the silence that settled, Kyung looked at Jihoon, who looked as uncomfortable as Kyung felt. Not knowing what to do, he pushed Jiho one more time, making him kneel before you. Jiho glared at the older but stayed there, looking up at you. “I do love you, and if you forgive me, I'll make sure to prove it to you every day” you nodded, he stood up quickly, pulling you into his arms, as if you were about to change your mind and leave him in any second.

“About time you grew some balls, dude” Kyung teased after a while of watching you two hug. He didn't even flinch when Jiho had turn around, aiming to throw a punch at him. “What? No ‘Thank’s Kyung?” He teased one more time, his wide grin looking mischievous.

“What about me?” Jihoon’s deep voice made everyone turn to him. “I helped!” The giant baby pouted.

“Of course you did baby” you said sweetly, still wrapped in Jiho’s arms. “Thank you, guys” you thanked them sincerely, if they hadn't take you there, you would still be ignoring Jiho. He just mumbled a ‘Yeah, thanks’, that sounded clearly in the silence. He pulled you closer, taking your lips between his, pouring all his love in it.