#Gd

[junnitop]

me watching everyone get tickets but i have 2 wait until friday

[valerieandherweekofwonderz]

"Laughing is prohibited!"

Šíleně smutná princezna / The Incredibly Sad Princess (1968) dir. by Bořivoj Zeman.

[breakmeoff]

Compliant Little Doll

featuring: kwon jiyong x fem!reader warnings: swearing, toxic "situationship" smut: dom!jiyong, oral (m receiving), rough fingering (f receiving), unprotected p in v, breeding kink, usage of "doll" and other condescending phrases. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 2.9k synopsis: jiyong has had a shit day, and all he wants to do it fuck you out of his bad mood. when he shows up at your house, he makes you kick your friends out and pisses you off - but doesn't give a shit. he's there for one purpose only, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get exactly what he wants. note: think i blacked out writing this at some point. woof. might be my darkest one yet. 😬 this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this is a combo request by my beloved @mashtatosworld, the sweet anon 💿 reader, my sugary 🍓 anon, and another lovely anon reader whose selections are listed below - kinda combined a buncha kinks into one for this one so hold on tight! lol i'm also acknowledging my cute anon reader 🥥 with this one too as she also requested most of the same except the location - so hope i hope this works for all 5 of you darlings! thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - Tequila Tempest [Tequila] — Kwon Jiyong [Tonic] — Someone's Apartment [Citrus Rind] — Kinks (Dominant GD💿, Praise/Degradation 🥥 & Mash, Overstim for🍓 and Creampie/Breeding for Anon!) Masterlist

Jiyong had had a shit day.  Like one of the worst.  Staff wasn’t listening to him, one of the deals he was trying to work on with a designer fell through, just found out one of the artists he had negotiated a collab with had a scheduling conflict, and now to top it all off, you weren’t answering your phone.

You lived across town from where he was, but he was desperate to blow off some steam and you were always so… compliant.  You weren’t in an exclusive relationship by any means, and truthfully, Jiyong was so caught up in himself that he hadn’t even considered trying to make anything official.  You were young, probably too young, and all he really had time for was fitting you into his schedule when it made sense.  

Lucky for him, you were obsessed with the idol.  You’d somehow convinced yourself along the way that what he gave you was enough, that you didn’t need or crave more.  It was mostly easy, albeit sometimes inconvenient for your own schedule and plans when he called you over at the drop of a hat, but that’s what you did.  What you always had done.  Anything he ever asked you to do.

Once he approached your apartment door, he lifted his hand to knock when he heard the muffled laughter and low music coming from inside and he pinched his eyes shut, groaning in annoyance.  Instead of announcing his arrival, he turned the doorknob and pushed his way inside to find you perched on your sofa, surrounded by a group of three of your girlfriends all with various cocktails in hand.

Hearing the door open, you lifted your head and smiled brightly watching the older man 14 years your senior walk in.  “Ji!!!!”  Leaning forward, you placed your drink down on the coffee table in front of you and jogged over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his cheek enthusiastically.  “I didn’t know you were coming over!”

Doing his best not to be rude to your friends, he gave a tight lipped grin to them as you made your way over.  Placing a limp palm on the small of your back as you embraced him, he turned to make it appear as if he was kissing your temple, but instead mumbled darkly into your ear.  

“I had a shit day, and you’d better get rid of everyone in this apartment or I swear to god I’m gonna fuck you on the first flat surface I can get you to, and I know you don’t want anyone to know what you sound like when I’m fucking my frustrations out on you.”

Pulling back from him, your eyes widened as you met his gaze; dark and deadly serious.  Your cheeks flushed a rosy pink at the implication, and how fucking entitled he sounded, coming into your home and making such demands.  And yet…

“Uhh, girls… I think we’re gonna need to continue our party another night,” you said, turning to look at your friends over your shoulder.  Jiyong stepped from the door and meandered into the kitchen, helping himself to a glass of water as you made your apologies to the other girls.  

Once the last one stepped out of your apartment, and you shut the door quietly behind you, you turned to face him.  “Who the hell do you think you are coming into my place and telling me what to do?  And making me kick my friends out when I had already made plans?”  You tried to sound menacing as you made your way into the kitchen, firmly letting him know that you were definitely not ok with his antics.

Jiyong kept his mouth shut, head hanging down as he stared at the half-empty glass of water on the counter in front of him, letting you spout off your words of distaste.  Finally, he peered up at you through his dark lashes.  “You finished?”

“I…” his question made you pause, speechless.  Trying to figure out something to say, you parted your lips again as he slowly, predatorily made his way over to you.  “You can’t just come over here and demand things, Jiyong.  You aren’t even my boyfriend…”

Standing right in front of you, his breath fanning your face in the proximity, he calmly clasped his hands in front of himself.  “Get on your knees.”  His voice was soft, though there was no question about his sincerity.  

Shifting your weight on your feet, you furrowed your brows at him.  “No.”

With a dry laugh, he raked his eyes down your petite frame, silently calculating his next move.  “Cute you think that I was asking.”  

Seconds later, he reached forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly tugging your head to the side.  “You know how this works, I tell you to do something, and you do it.”  You parted your lips, whimpering at the harsh way he was yanking you around.  “Now, let me say it again.  Get.  On.  Your fucking.  Knees.”  He whispered through clenched teeth, his nose close enough to brush yours as he stared into your eyes.

With your breath caught in your throat, you slowly sank to your knees, his grip still firm in your hair.  Once you were kneeling before him, looking up at him through your lashes, the tips already wet with a tear that had pricked on the edge, he murmured appreciatively.  “That’s a good girl.”  Pushing your head forward, he roughly rubbed your face on the growing bulge inside of his jeans, your hands lifting to his thighs for stability.  “Now suck it.”

You were so conflicted.  You hated that he felt like he had some control over you and that you were helpless to it.  On the other hand, you loved the way he spoke to you, and the way he used you like his own personal fuck toy.  Right now?  Your panties were already soaked with how he was roughing you around.

Somewhat afraid to challenge him further, your shaking fingers went to his belt buckle first, undoing it before you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  “Faster.”  He hissed, causing your hands to fumble a bit more as you pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring out, already flushed, red, and leaking.  Before you could even reach for it on your own, Jiyong’s hand went to the base of his shaft and smacked you in the cheek with his cock.

“Open up.”  Obediently, you did, still slightly stunned at his actions.  Sticking out your tongue, just the way you knew he liked, he bent down and spit filthily into your mouth.  A low groan slipped out of your throat, and you hated the way your body betrayed your humiliation.  Jiyong chuckled darkly as he began tapping the head of his cock on your tongue, now even wetter with his saliva pooling onto it.  “Such a little slut… moaning and you haven’t even gotten my cock in your mouth yet.”

Without giving you any time to rebut, he placed both of his hands on your cheeks and roughly fucked himself into your mouth in one punishing thrust.  Surprised at the sudden deep intrusion, you couldn’t help but gag around him, your hands frantically going to his thighs again to give yourself something to hold onto.    

Pulling out just as quickly as he pushed himself in, you gasped for air loudly, trying to gain some self control, but it was no use as he roughly thrust himself back in. Letting go of one of your cheeks, he raked his fingers through your hair almost reverently as he gave you the opportunity to start sucking him off at your own pace.  

Creating a good, steady rhythm, you tried to do everything just the way he liked - your tongue teasing the underside of his head, hollowing your cheeks at the right time, letting the drool start to come out of the side of your mouth.   “Juuust like that, fuck, love seeing your pretty face get all messy.”

With the wall of the kitchen a few inches away from you, Ji decided to take control again, and  bent you back just enough to rest your head against the wall.  “Perfect, now you just stay still like the little fuck doll you are.”  He mumbled, and started a brutal pace of fucking himself in and out of your wet mouth.  Pinching your eyes shut, your fingertips dug into his thighs, grounding yourself as you just took it.

Eventually, he pulled himself out, leaving a sticky trail of saliva hanging from the tip of his cock that connected to your tongue.  Blinking your eyes open, you inhaled deeply, trying to regain control over your breathing as Jiyong grabbed your hair again in his fist.  “Hands and knees.”  With a small whimper, you looked up at him and cautiously lowered yourself to distribute your weight on all fours.  

Looking down at you lecherously, he bent down to grasp the waistband of your shorts and tugged them roughly down over the curve of your ass, and down to your thighs, exposing your bare cunt to the room.  Seeing your glistening folds, he chuckled to himself again, dragging a single finger through your wetness.  “Knew you loved getting used by me.”

Letting go of you, he took a few steps in front of you, onto the carpeted floor of the living room.  Stopping right by the back of the sofa, he turned around to look at you.  Wordlessly, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot right by his foot.  Calling you over like a damn dog.

And yet, here you were, slowly, tentatively crawling over to him.  God you hated the way he treated you, and even more you hated the way you just fell for it every fucking time.  

Once you were stopped in front of the spot on the carpet below his finger, he smirked, and patted you on the head.  “Good little bitch.”

Stepping around behind you, he leaned forward just enough to place his open palm on the back of your head, forcing your cheek down to the carpet below and your ass up in the perfectly arched position.  His free hand went back to your pussy, cupping it roughly as he mused aloud.  “You look good all soaking wet.  Bet you feel good too…”

With no warning, Jiyong drug the fingertips of two of his fingers through your messy folds, rubbing lazy circles over your clit before he dipped them back down to your opening, and thrusted them both into your heat.  “Fuck, Ji…” you moaned, eyes pinching shut as your velvety walls clenched around his fingers.  

“What’s that?”  He teased, finger-fucking your cunt at a leisurely pace, letting you feel every knuckle drag against your sensitive skin.  “I didn’t hear you, Doll.  Speak up.”  

You keened gutturally, starting to rocking your hips back against his hand.  “More… please, faster.”

“God… such a needy little thing, aren’t you?  Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”  Jiyong’s voice was patronizing, dripping with condescension as he slowly started to increase the pace of his ministrations.  “You just want me to use this pretty little pussy, don’t you?  Make you cum all over my fingers?”

Your desperation was getting the better of you, lips parted as you exhaled moans over and over again, a small puddle of drool forming on the carpet below you.  “Please, please Ji… please.”  Your hips were acting on their own, chasing a release that you knew you’d only get if you did everything he said.

“Listen to you asking all nicely… ok Doll… let’s give you one, shall we?”  Jiyong dropped to his knees behind you, one hand smacking down on your ass roughly as you lurched forward with the sting.  “Come back here and stay still so I can make you cum like a good little slut.”  He grunted, another crack to your ass with his bare hand.  

Curling his fingers in a hooked position, he angled the pads of his tips to the perfect, spongy spot that made you see stars.  Your hands splayed out on the carpet in front of you, flexing them tensely as you moaned obscenely.  “Fuck… just like that, just like that please…”

Doubling down his efforts, Jiyong started to thrust his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, adding just the perfect amount of pressure on your g-spot everytime that you cried out, the tight coil in your lower belly threatening to break at any second.  “Ffffuuhhh, gonna cum…” you slurred out, fucking yourself on his long fingers.

“Don’t talk about it, just fucking cum Doll.  Cum,” he demanded, his thumb slipping down to your puffy clit.  With barely extra stimulation needed, you broke, body frantically shuddering through the orgasm that temporarily blinded you.  Fingernails dug into the carpet, your back arched, and you wailed out as Jiyong kept fingering you roughly through every wave of your climax.  

He was mesmerized with your body, perfect, pliable and boneless just for him.  As he felt your breathing attempt to slow down, he pulled his fingers out, only to add in a third one and he began fucking all three into you at a punishing rate.  “One more.  Give me one more.”

“Ji… Ji, I can’t,” you cried, trying to lift your head and possibly attempt to crawl away from him.  Hooking his hand around your thigh, he pulled you back, forcing his fingers even deeper inside your oversensitive cunt and you moaned lewdly.  

With another smack to your ass, he pushed harder down on your soft spot, deep inside your pussy and thumb frantically rubbed circles over your puffy clit.  “I said one fucking more.  I know you can do it, you’ve got it in you.  I hear that wet mess of a pussy… shit, I bet I could make you squirt all over yourself, couldn’t I, slut?”

Your voice broke in a cry, unable to do anything but lay there, ass up in the air, and take his assault.  But, Jiyong got impatient.  And so he pulled his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to exhale in relief, your back relaxing as you tried to calm yourself once more.  While you were silently thinking he’d given you a moment of reprieve, he roughly grabbed both of your hips with his hands and angled the head of his cock against your soaked cunt, and thrust inside in one bruising motion.

“FUCK!”  You cried out, everything tensing again as he bottomed himself out inside of you.  Trying to lift your head to look over your shoulder at him, he stopped you from moving by shoving two of the fingers that had been inside your pussy into your mouth, hooking them into your cheek and keeping your cheek pressed against the carpet below.

“You didn’t want my fingers anymore.  So suck them like the dirty little girl you are,” he said between clenched teeth.  “Taste how fucking sweet your pussy is, always so wet just for me.”  His hips rocked backwards again, dragging his length almost completely out of your warm walls before he fucked himself back inside of you roughly.

His pace increased relentlessly, pummeling in and out of you harshly, and so deep you would’ve sworn the tip of his cock was hitting your cervix.  All that could be heard shortly thereafter was your pathetic noises, Jiyong’s grunting, and the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin.

Not even coherent of your thoughts or the worlds babbling out of your mouth, you began begging him.  “Ji, fuck me… gonna make me cum all over you, please please please fuck me, give it to me,” you mumbled between cries, doing your best to just stay upright as he roughly fucked you from behind.

“Gonna fucking breed this pretty cunt.  Stuff you so fucking full of me it’ll drip everywhere…” he groaned, curling his torso over your back, one hand roughly fumbling for your braless tits beneath your tee.  Grabbing one of them roughly, he pressed his forehead to your back, his hips snapping against your ass cheeks.  “Gonna take every last fucking drop of what I give you, won’t you Doll?”

His possessive words were just enough to tip you over your edge, pussy walls tightening around his thick cock which he struggled to keep fucking into you as you came.  Loud, shaking, overstimulated and soso sensitive.  Jiyong didn’t stop his pistoning hips until your body almost entirely went slack below him, his fingers on your tit digging into your supple skin and the other gripping tightly on your hip as he chased his own release.

No more than two rough pumps later, Jiyong stilled deep inside your fluttering pussy, groaning obscenely into your back as he held on and spurted himself into you in long, thick ropes of cum.  He stayed like that longer than normal, his body still twitching as he just kept cumming, filling your tight walls so full that he could feel it starting to leak out around him.

Taking a deep breath, he sighed and pushed himself back up, looking down to where your bodies were still connected and smirked at the creamy white ring that was surrounding the base of his cock, still buried deep inside you.  “Fucking best way to end a shitty day,” he mumbled to himself, slowly pulling out of your pulsing walls as he watched his cum start to ooze out of you and drip lewdly onto the floor.  “Making you an utter mess, chock full of me.”

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[making-eggs]

new GD ubermensch pictures. oh he looks so good

[lovemepartly]

bf!jiyong ✩ headcanons 

warnings: 18+, smut. 

a/n: jiyong is so bf core, i love the pic of him above he’s so adorable 

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• jiyong is extremely protective of you, but especially when you two go out in public together. paparazzi can be overwhelming. he’ll always lend you a pair of sunglasses, hold your hand tightly, and wrap his other arm around you, sheilding you. 

• he is sooo touchy. his hands always have to be innocently on you in some way. whether he’s holding your waist, rubbing your hand, or drawing small circles on your thigh.

• when you’re able to come watch him perform live on his concerts, it’s the best night of his life.  he’ll always sneak glances at you from where you’re standing backstage, a helpless smile growing on his face. as soon as the last song has ended, he’s rushing off the stage and into your arms, holding you tightly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.  

• once you guys have been dating for a while and he becomes more comfortable, he’ll casually mention how he can’t wait to marry you and have kids. he’ll say it so casually, as if he hasn’t known that he would he marry you the day that he met you. 

• jiyong is totally whipped for you. you can be doing the most boring task and he’ll watch you endearingly, taking in your features, before reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and whispering, “you’re so beautiful.”

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• no quickies whatsoever with jiyong. he likes to take his time with you, and although it’s sometimes torturous to wait for the right moment, he prefers the build up. as soon as the moment presents itself, he’s all over you like a madman, hurriedly taking off his clothes and yours, too. 

• if he’s gone for too long without seeing you on tour, it’ll definitely translate into the bedroom as soon as you visit. jiyong is replaced by g-dragon. he’s rougher than usual, pushing you onto the bed and not even bothering to fully undress. 

• speaking of which, he gets needy for you very easily. you could barely be teasing him, tongue lightly tracing his tip and he’ll already be whimpering your name. “please…” as you look up at him through your eyelashes, he’ll avert your gaze, cheeks flushing pink at his own neediness for you. 

• jiyong is the best at aftercare. he’ll immediately pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, and asking you what you need. water? he’s getting up and filling you a glass to the brim. a towel? he has one already ready for you. a shower? he’ll instantly run the water for you, making sure it’s just the right temperature. 

[havonte]

Top shows his appreciation towards GD

[gdragoon]

Guess who's back?

[welcometoyunosworld]

Sleepy

Scenario: 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 :𝘗

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴; 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘧

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“Ji? Is that y-”

And right before you can even finish, the moment you step out of the living room, your gaze landed on the floor and there was your boyfriend, asleep on the floor. You almost forgot how exhausted he must've been for today since he wasn't home all day. You, too, were busy with some other stuff, in the house or work related. Back to the situation, your boyfriend was right in front of you, lying on the floor and sleeping like a baby.

You almost didn't wanna move him but the damn floor is cold and he might get shit ton of muscle cramps no lie. You had two options, carry him or wake him up so he can lazily go to the nearest furniture which you'll end up still being worried because you know damn well this man would definitely fall off the damn couch.

...

And that's how you ended up carrying your boyfriend all the way to the bedroom, which led you to have the worst back ache of your life. How'd you even carry him? Of course the old fashioned Bridal Style, you swore you could hear your back cracking a few times each step to the damn bedroom. Nonetheless, he's in bed now and you plopped next to him, panting softly as you closed your eyes... And now you were deep in thought, wondering what on earth he did today that he was fast asleep on the floor the moment he got home.

The thought left you worried still and wide awake until you suddenly heard birds chirping out the window...

wait what?

You rushed to the window and peeked outside, and your jaw nearly dropped when you saw the sun rising, that's also when you realized, your sleep sched will be as fucked up as Ji-yong's soon enough. You lazily went back to bed, staring at the ceiling like you've seen a ghost, thinking and wondering how the fuck did you not notice the damn time.

Eventually you got a few hours of sleep, which means you got at least four hours of sleep. It was eight in the morning and you were sitting up, rubbing your aching head but your back made that crack again and you nearly screamed, luckily you stifled it with a breathless gasp. “Shit..” You muttered as you slowly lied back down, trying to ease the pain.

The moment you did, Ji-yong instantly trapped you in his arms like you'd disappear if he loosened his grasp. “Mmh..” He hummed against your head softly, his fingertips tracing random patterns on your lower back. “You carried me, again.” He murmured, sounding worried and opened his eyes slightly to look at you. “I thought i was dreaming when i heard you whispering cusses.” You deadpanned and sighed, “I can't just leave you on the floor, dragging you would be so rude, waking you up is the rudest.” You said as you gently cupped his cheek and brushed your thumb against his cheekbone.

“You didn't have to.. I told you to wake me up, not carry me. We're both getting old anyway and so are our bodies, now you have back pain again because of me.” He said as he pulled you closer gently, trying to be gentle as possible like how you were so gentle with carrying him hours ago. You sighed softly and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, “Alright, alright.. I'm sorry. I'll wake you up next time.” You muttered softly against his forehead and earned a soft, quiet hum from him.

“Let's sleep for a bit, Aein.. You have no idea how bad i missed cuddling you.” Ji-yong murmured softly and his grasp was literally trapping you, you could barely move. Which left you no choice but to smile softly and close your eyes again. “Okay Aein, love you..”

“Love you too..”

[barnabunnystudio]

[junnitop]

g appreciation post bc ppl r mean

✨special angel pretty baby ✨

[bazlk]

[valerieandherweekofwonderz]

Panna a netvor / Beauty and the Beast (1978) dir. by Juraj Herz.

[angel-writes-here]

He's so cocky

"What's my name?"

Baby. Now come home. Dinner's getting cold.

Here

[moontabi]

gd 2000s era?? they’re friends and reader is getting ready for a date with top?? jealous, jiyong stops her from going

🙏

NOONA, DONT GO

kwon jiyong x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content ahead including dirty talk, dry humping, cumming in pants. sub leaning! jiyong, excessive use of noona

a/n: this is horny sorry i just wanted to write needy ji again and this request piqued my interest, hope thats okay 🫠

“Too short, take that skirt off,” Jiyong scoffed, his words dripping with disdain.

You rolled your eyes with a defeated sigh.

Jiyong’s constant criticism had become a tiresome routine.

you'd spent the last hour meticulously selecting an outfit, only to be met with his relentless disapproval.

too revealing, too tight, too baggy, too flashy—nothing was ever good enough.

you suspected his negativity stemmed from petty jealousy. after all, he hadn't been subtle about his bitterness over your upcoming date with Seunghyun.

The annoyed frown he gave you when you mentioned it was a clear giveaway.

“I don't see the point of you going on a date, anyway,” he muttered.

You took a deep breath, “Why not?” you asked, voice steady.

“What do you need another man for? Im right here, noona.” he retorted.

“But..” you trailed off, unsure how to phrase what you were about to say.

Jiyong sat up quickly, “But what.”

Turning your attention back to him, you stammered, “You’re…you’re Jiyong.”

You tried your best to avoid his eyes.

“What does that mean?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. you hesitated, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection.

“You're my friend,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

“You're soft and sweet.”

“Am I not man enough for you or something?” he joked.

You shook your head, a nervous smile playing on your lips.

“No, no, no, That's not it. it's just-

forget about it, I don't know how to explain it.”

You averted your gaze again, feeling foolish.

what am I even saying? you silently mocked yourself,

You're my friend, yeah right.

Your feelings for him were the furthest thing from friendly.

In fact, that's the sole reason why you even agreed to this date with Seunghyun.

You’d heard countless stories about friendships turning romantic, with outcomes ranging from horrible to disastrous.

Too afraid to risk losing such a valuable friendship with Jiyong, you'd hoped that a date and a change in focus would help you move on from your feelings.

Your thoughts were cut short when you suddenly felt a shift in the bed behind you. a chill ran down your spine as you slowly turned around.

There, sat on your bed was a now shirtless Jiyong. his body on full display, catching you off guard. your eyes widened in shock, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

Jiyong pouted, enjoying the sight of your flustered expression. “What about now?” he teased, his voice low.

“Am I good enough for you now, noona?”

“What are you—put your shirt back on.” you stuttered, playfully shoving his arm as you sat next to him.

You tried to look away, but your eyes kept drifting back to his physique. his soft tummy glistening in the light,

you were beyond mesmerized.

seconds passed by as Jiyong’s dazed eyes drifted across your face. his gaze followed yours as it lingered on his stomach.

he reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your arm, snapping you out of your trance. “Wanna feel?”

You blinked, “Huh?” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you,” his hand covers yours,

“want to,” He guides it slowly towards his stomach,

“touch?” he finishes, accentuating each word.

You inhale sharply as your hand lands on his skin, the warm, firm texture surprising you. your fingertips trace the contours of his subtle abs, marvelling at how they feel even better than you imagined.

His hand, still intertwined with yours, moves in a slow, deliberate rhythm, guiding your fingers up and down his stomach.

the contrast between the iciness of your touch and the heat of his skin gives you goosebumps.

“Noona…” He slowly leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered,

“You’re making me hard.”

His filthy words on your ear sent a jolt through you, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh now.

Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his tiny waist and tug him closer.

A surprised yelp slipped from his lips, his arms instinctively encircling your body.

He nestled his face into the curve of your neck, taking a deep breath as if he were trying to imprint your scent in his memory.

His hands gradually moved down to settle on your lower back.

“Noona, don’t go.”

His plea was barely audible, but it pierced your heart like an arrow. your arms tighten around him, afraid he might slip away.

His voice was so vulnerable, so raw—something you hadn't heard from him before.

“Please, just stay here with me tonight.” he whispered again, his voice trembling slightly. He buried his face deeper into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“Okay, Jiyong. I'll stay.” Your hands moved to his back, pulling him flush against you.

He melted into your embrace, his body already aching for more. When your lips found his, he kissed you back eagerly, parting his lips to let your tongue in.

He whimpered into the kiss and started to grind against you, his arousal intensifying with every motion.

“Mmph…noona…” he panted between kisses,

“Does that feel good?”

You moan softly in response, bringing your hands down to rest on his ass now, guiding his movements unconsciously.

His hips continue to move against yours, seeking your reaction.

“I wanna make you feel good, noona.” He leans in to place sticky, wet kisses along your jawline. “Better than he can.”

His voice was laced with neediness, desperate to prove himself to you.

As he spoke against your skin, his hands slid down to grip and pull apart your thighs.

He pressed harder into your core, Your too short skirt riding up in the process.

You could feel every movement through the thin fabric of your panties even better now, the friction delicious.

Jiyong moaned like a broken record, his face contorting with pleasure and his breath growing ragged against your jaw,

“Noona…!”

With one final desperate thrust against you, Jiyong's eyes rolled back and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to muffle his cries.

You felt him shudder against you, his body going limp as he came hard in his pants.

As he descends from his high, he casts a glance at you beneath his lashes, and suddenly, the realization of what just happened hits you.

You completely abandoned your date with Seunghyun to be with Jiyong.

Yet the guilt barely registers as you take in the sight of his flushed cheeks and those wide, pleading puppy eyes.

His words cut through your swirling thoughts,

“Can I eat your pussy now, noona?”

How could you ever say no to that face?

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[koktgurka777]

we got so many great reaction memes from this video ugh i love them sm