#jiyong x you

[moontabi]

MEAN GIRLS

apart of @gdinthehouseee’s brat series

kwon jiyong x fem! reader

summary: jiyong clings to the hope of saving you from yourself, even if you tear him apart again and again in the process.

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, drinking, drugs (one mention), smoking, sexual content/smut. just ouchies all around, self destructive reader, jiyong is painfully inlove with her anyway

a/n: so thrilled to be part of brat summer!! especially with one of my wonderful wives being the one hosting this event <3 be sure to check out the rest of the series!! there are so many talented writers involved

It’s 2 am when Jiyong finds you.

He’s been blowing up your phone for over an hour. Texts, calls, voicemails, one after another, all unanswered. The longer you stay silent, the more reckless he gets. He’s already looped half the city, stopping at every place you’ve mentioned in passing—clubs, bars, rooftops, all the places he hates. His fingers are frozen from the rain, hoodie soaked to the hem, phone slippery in his hand. His heart’s been beating in a slow, tight panic for so long it doesn’t even feel real anymore.

And then, there you are.

Propped against a graffitied brick wall, skin aglow under a flickering streetlamp. Your dress is white and nearly translucent in the rain, clinging to your body in a way that would’ve made his knees weak if he wasn’t so sick with worry. Your makeup’s ruined, mascara trailing in streaks and glitter still stubborn at the corners of your eyes but you don’t seem to care. You’re chain-smoking, eyelids heavy, laughing too easily at something some random guy is saying beside you. He’s holding your waist with a confidence that makes Jiyong’s throat close.

Jiyong sees red fast. Not the kind that burns, the kind that freezes. The kind that makes his lungs feel lined in ice.

He crosses the street in silence. He’s shaking, but not from the cold.

You don’t even notice him until he’s a breath away. You blink, unfocused, and your lips part with mild surprise.

“Oh…It’s you.” you murmur flatly, barely sparing him a glance as you hand the cigarette off to the stranger beside you.

He hates how that lands. As if he wasn’t supposed to show up. As if you’re not secretly glad he did.

“I’ve been calling you.”

You look down at your phone, screen dead in your hand. “Phone must’ve died,” you say with a shrug, disinterested. “You worry too much.”

Jiyong doesn’t answer. He just looks at you, really looks and his stomach twists. You’re tipsy. He can smell the vodka on your breath, see it in the glossy, unfocused haze behind your eyes, in the way your knees barely seem to hold your weight. There’s a lipstick stain on your lips, half smeared across your neck, a crooked flash of glitter still clinging to your collarbone. Your hair is damp, your dress straps are slipping and your skin is flushed. You look unbothered. Almost ethereal.

The fucking devil in a saint’s body.

He turns to the guy still standing beside you.

“I’ve got her.” Jiyong says, monotone.

The man backs off with an annoyed expression. “Didn’t realize she had a handler.”

Jiyong ignores him. He moves to your side and steadies your elbow when your heel catches on the curb.

You flinch at the contact, pulling away too sharply. “Fuck off, ‘m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“Don’t start that bullshit with me, Kwon Jiyong.”

But he doesn’t stop, he still walks you to his car and opens the passenger door, hand hovering behind your back as he helps you into the car.

The drive is quiet. The city rolls past in watery streaks, streetlights casting pale flashes over your bare, rain-slicked thighs, the back of your hand, your tangled hair. You hum faintly along to the music playing through the speakers—something slow and melancholy. Lana Del Rey, to be exact. He’s kept a cd of hers in the car ever since you left it there, swearing to him it was essential. “A staple,” you told him one night. “Like a pack of ciggies or lip gloss — every car needs one.” Always Lana. A doomed girl, listening to another doomed girl, singing about doomed love.

You haven’t spoken in ten minutes, and the quiet between you presses heavy in the car. Jiyong’s knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel tighter, the tension in his shoulders stiffening. The silence gnaws at him.

“I was worried.” he says finally, his voice strained.

You exhale slowly, the breath fogging up the window beside you. “You always are.” you reply, voice dry but carrying an edge of tiredness.

“You vanished.”

Your eyes flicker briefly toward him, then drift back to the blurred city lights racing past. “I didn’t vanish. I went out.”

“Out doing what exactly? Drinking? Getting high? With strangers who don’t give a damn if you make it home or not?”

You tilt your head against the glass, the city bleeding color and movement on the other side. Your gaze stays fixed on the blur of lights, distant and unbothered. “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

Those words hit hard—a familiar wound reopened with the same soft cruelty you always deliver. It’s a knife; dull from use, but still sharp enough to hurt.

He presses his tongue to his molars,“Guess not.”

A pause.

“You mad at me?” you ask, voice featherlight.

He doesn’t answer. Not right away.

He is. Of course he is.

He’s mad that you keep doing this. Mad that he keeps letting it happen.

Mad that you call him baby when you want something and Jiyong when you want distance.

But mostly, he’s mad at himself—for caring so much, for not being able to walk away, for making room in his chest where you only ever leave mess.

“I’m not mad, Y/n.” he says eventually.

It’s a lie. But one that Jiyong tells so well now, it barely stings to say it anymore.

Ever since you first started seeing each other, Jiyong always brought you flowers almost everytime he saw you.

Whether it was gas station or grocery store daisies, he always had them in hand along with that beautiful smile of his you refuse to admit that you love.

You always wrinkled your nose when he handed them over, pretended not to be phased. Even called them cheesy. But you kept them. Left them on your windowsill until they browned and curled. He thought it meant something. That maybe you didn’t hate the idea of being loved.

Now he wonders if you kept them out of guilt or if you just like watching special things decay.

When you reach your building, you still don’t move to get out.

The rain has slowed and there’s just the whisper of it now, brushing across the windshield in slow streaks.

“I’m sorry.” Jiyong says quietly. “For getting upset the other day.”

You say nothing.

“I was being…too much.”

Still nothing.

His voice tightens. “You were with another guy. You didn’t tell me where you were.”

You blink slowly, head still resting against the window. Your reflection stares back at you — glassy-eyed, lips slightly parted. You shrug one bare shoulder lazily.

“So?”

Jiyong breathes through his nostrils.

“So I didn’t know if something happened to you. I didn’t know if I should be worried…or jealous—” He stops himself, jaw tightening as he drops his voice.

“And I don’t even know if I have the right to be either. But I care, Y/n. I care so fucking much. And it hurts—watching you do this to yourself. Why won’t you just let me love you?”

That gets your attention. Your head turns, eyes finally meeting his—distant, but deliberate. Your tone is spiteful when you speak.

“You’re always trying to turn this into something it’s not, Jiyong.”

He lets out a hollow laugh, tired and bitter. “Then what the fuck is it, Y/n?”

You don’t say jackshit.

You just tilt your head back, lashes fluttering as your eyes close for a moment. When they open again, there’s something unreadable behind them—something hollow. Cruel.

It makes Jiyong want to scream.

The silence between you stretches. Then your voice cuts through it, sharp and soft all at once.

“You want me to be good for you but I’m not even good to myself, Ji.”

He swallows hard. “I’m not asking for perfect. I just want real. I want you.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you really don’t.” You look back out the window. “You want the girl in the dress. The fucked-up party story. The one who lets you play the savior.”

He stares at you, throat tight.

“No I want you,” he says again, quieter this time. “The real you. Even when it hurts.”

A bitter smile ghosts across your lips. “Hurting’s the only thing I’m good at.”

You say it like it’s a joke. He hears it as a confession.

Silence floods the car, thick and heavy and wet with things that don’t get said.

Then you sigh and close your eyes again, done with the conversation.

But Jiyong? He just keeps looking at you. At the curve of your shoulder in the dim light, inhales the cigarette scent still lingering on your skin, wants to wipe the mascara smudge at the corner of your eye.

He wants to kiss you. To hold you.

“I just wish you’d let me in.”

“I let you in all the time,” you reply.

It’s not true and it is at the same time.

Sure you let him kiss you. Let him see you naked. Let him clean up your messes and read between the lines you never say out loud. But you never let him in. Not in the way that counts.

“You know thats not what I mean.” he whispers.

Your mouth opens. Closes.

And then you lean forward.

He doesn’t move. Just watches you come closer, eyes on your mouth.

It’s you who kisses him first. It always is.

Your lips are warm, your tongue tasting of bitter alcohol and desperation. He kisses you hard, pouring all his frustration and pain into it—but he’s still gentle with you. That’s all he could ever be. Both hands cradle your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones, trying to memorize every shape, every sigh, every way you come apart.

You crawl into Jiyong’s lap, thighs tight against his sides, and he welcomes the weight.

He feels like a drowning man.

His breath hitches when you grind down against him, and his fingers slide down your arms.

“You can’t keep doing this to me,” he gasps into your mouth.

You don’t answer. You don’t need to. The answer is in the way you roll your hips again, slower this time, and let your head fall to his shoulder.

He palms your thigh and pushes your dress higher. The lace of your underwear is soaked through, warm against the seam of his jeans. It’s maddening. And you’re moaning in his ear like this means something. Like you love him back, even if you’ll never say it.

“You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You hum softly, almost a laugh, breath warm against his ear. Your teeth catch the lobe and tug. “I know exactly what I do.”

And you do because he’s hard under you, twitching against the soaked fabric between you. You rock your hips again, slow and mean, watching his jaw go slack, his eyes gloss over.

He’s already unraveling.

“Y/n…” he breathes your name, pleading.

But you just reach between your rain soaked bodies, undoing his belt with slow, practiced fingers. He hisses when you palm him through his boxers hot, swollen, aching—and you drag the fabric down just enough to free him.

Your underwear stays on. Deliberately, you grind down again, the wet lace dragging over the length of him, and he shudders.

“Baby,” he groans, “please, I can’t—”

You love him like this. On edge. Shaking. Still trying to be good even as you ruin him.

“Hush,” you coo softly, almost sweet. “You said you wanted the real me, right?”

You shift just enough to pull the lace aside, and then you’re sinking down, the stretch slow and aching. Both of you gasp. His hands fly to your hips and grip tight.

You feel too good. Too warm. Too much.

“Oh, Ji…” you exhale, voice cracking slightly.

He can’t even form words—breath ragged, staring up at you. He’s never seen anything more devastatingly beautiful. His hands tremble where they hold you, trying to let you set the pace.

You start to move, slow and deep, hips rolling with bruising intent—and he groans, the sound raw. You feel every inch of him. He feels every drag of your walls around him.

It’s obscene how wet you are. How easy it is to ride him like this, soft whimpers leaving both your mouths, breaths getting faster.

“Ji,” you whisper his name again, dazed, dragging your nails down his chest through his drenched sweater. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

He chokes on a sound that might be a laugh or a sob. “Too fucking late.”

Your hand cups his cheek, guiding his face back up to yours, and you kiss him again sloppy, messy, full of every word you’ll never say to him.

The tension coils tighter and tighter, your thighs trembling, and he feels it in the way you clench around him. He’s close too, can barely hold back, hips jerking up to meet yours.

“I can’t be what you want me to.” you gasp, forehead pressed to his.

Your teeth graze his skin. You fuck with your eyes half-lidded and cruel and quiet.

He closes his eyes. “I don’t want you to be anything but here.”

You don’t respond, not with words. Just a soft sound in the back of your throat as your hips roll a few more times, Your lips brushing his cheek, his jaw, his adam’s apple.

You fuck him to forget. You swear it’s not love. But it’s something. As fucked up as it is—and Jiyong’s too starved to refuse it.

When you finally slide off his lap catching your breath and flushed you don’t say goodbye. You don’t say thank you for the ride home. You just fix your dress and step out into the night barefoot, heels in one hand and his spare jacket draped around your shoulders.

You don’t look back.

Jiyong stays frozen in the driver’s seat. The taste of you lingers in his mouth. His zipper’s still open. His hands are shaking.

He watches your silhouette disappear into the building. He knows this warmth in his chest won’t last.

You’ll break something else tomorrow. Maybe him again. Maybe yourself, if you could even do that anymore than you already have.

But for now, you’re home. You’re breathing.

And Jiyong? He’ll be back again.

Daisies in hand. Hope in his throat. Letting you break him down, one kiss, one silence, one smile at a time.

Because everything beautiful with you withered long before it could bloom.

But no matter how toxic, how wild or how damn impossible you are—he’s already too far gone.

Too in love with the mean girl to ever let go.

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Who You?

Pairing: Ex!Jiyong x Reader Genre: Angst Rating: G Summary: It's harder to pretend he doesn't miss you than he thought. Word Count: 0.8k Warnings: slighty mean Ji

Jiyong never understood why he turned up to these things. Hanging out with friends when you were among them wasn’t the same anymore. He knew he said he could do it, he could go back to being just friends, but it was a lie. His fingers ached to touch you, to hold your hands like you used to do. His lips tingled thinking of the many kisses you shared.

But now you were a crowd of people away and barely looked at him.

He hated it.

“Hey, we should all pile up on the ferris wheel!” Someone called out and the group immediately agreed. Assholes. Jiyong hoped like hell he’d get paired with anyone but you.

The line wasn’t too long, but somehow you’d drifted closer to him. Close enough to reach out and touch. He huffed and looked away. He wouldn’t give in now, not after a month of toughing it out and swallowing the pain. Another thirty minutes was nothing.

“Hey, Ji.”

His traitorous heart lurched at the sound of your voice and his head whipped around fast enough to make his neck hurt. Sure enough, there you were looking up at him with shy, unsure eyes. He said he’d never fall in love again yet there he was falling for you once more.

“Hey.” The word was stilted and rough around the edges.

You didn’t care. “Everyone’s pairing up. Do you have someone yet?”

He hated how the words seemed to carry a hidden meaning, as if you were asking if he’d moved on. A silly question given his history. He always took his time warming up to someone enough to hold them close the way he’d done with you. He had at least another year ahead of him and he didn’t even have someone new in mind.

He shook his head. “Nope.”

You nodded, more to yourself than in response to him, and pursed your lips. “Me either. We can buddy up then.”

“You assume I’d want to.” The second the words were out he cringed. He couldn’t help but be a little bitter, a little petty.

Your smile faltered. “We can’t go up alone.”

He wanted to argue, wanted to throw a tantrum and say mean things he didn’t mean just so you’d feel the same as he did. Yet, as always when it came to you, he couldn’t bring himself to keep up the act. And he was sure as rain that you knew how weak he was for you. The breakup had been a shitty attempt to get away from the vulnerability you brought out of him.

“Right.” He muttered. “Well, I’m not holding your hand if you get scared.”

He hated how everyone gave you both knowing eyes and sly smiles. This meant nothing. It was a simple ride that be just like your failed relationship—slow but over as soon as it started. He hated how the car was small and forced you sit close together. He needed much more than an arm’s length of space between you. Being so close to you made his skin tingle in ways he’d rather not feel. This was a stupid idea. Suddenly he couldn’t stay. still, fidgeting in his seat while pointedly looking away from you. There was no telling what dumb idea his body would get looking at you this close.

“Do you regret it at all?” Your voice cut through his unease, slamming him back down to earth with the tenderness in your voice. “Do you…do you ever miss me?”

What possessed him to look your way, he’ll never know. Yet still, his eyes found yours in the dimly lit car just as it reached the top of the ride. For the first time of the night, you looked hurt, wrecked and falling apart.

“What does it matter?” He ground the words out, determined to keep up the appearance of indifference. “The past is in the past.”

He hated the way tears lined your beautiful eyes but didn’t fall. The way your bottom lip trembled as if it was just that hard to keep it together. The way he wanted to pull you close and hold you and tell you it’d be okay—that you’d be okay, you just needed more time to get used to life without him. That he honestly still loved you more than words could express but the fear of being left wanting was stronger.

A fear you were living in that moment.

His body moved on its own, an arm curling around your shoulders and bringing your face to his chest. You shuddered with a quiet sob and he broke too, turning in his seat to hold you properly. As his eyes started to burn, he found himself whispering into your hair:

“I miss you every day and night.”

[katarinawwwland]

A really good try

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x f.reader 

Warnings: Established relationship, marriage au, discussion of pregnancy, sexual content. 

Words count: 1,2

Summary: You and your husband want to have a baby

Author’s note: English is not my first language. So I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it.

After Jiyong's comeback, he decided to leave the media for a long period. During this time, you have already gone on vacation to Jeju Island. And one hot evening, you were walking along the beach after dinner. 

"Baby, do you remember Do Hyun's daughter?" Jiyong suddenly asked, breaking the calm silence. 

"Are you talking about Seo Yeon? Of course, she's so sweet. Why do you ask?" - looking at your husband, you immediately remembered the daughter of your mutual friends, colleagues of Jiyong.  

"Yes, she's really very sweet, she looks so much like you, I notice it all the time … You know, I've been thinking about it more and more lately," your man replied thoughtfully. 

"That I look like little Seo Yeon?" you asked, laughing. 

"No, I mean about the kids. About the possibility of having a little copy of you, the same beautiful little angel that we will take care of."- the smile did not leave his face. Your heart has melted at your husband's words. Of course, you've already talked a lot about children, but only as plans for the future. You two had very busy jobs and you were often on the move, but now you had a break and the two of you decided to isolate yourself from all the hype for an indefinite time so that Jiyong's words sounded like a suggestion. 

"Or a little copy of you if it's a boy…Or it could be twins, you and me, but small," with a wide smile, you continued to reason. 

"THE TWINS? Baby, it's fantastic, I'm going to be the happiest dad." Every word gave you goosebumps, and you were the happiest at that moment. 

"Honestly, I mean, we could have started trying. We don't have a job right now and won't be in the near future, we're left to ourselves."

"Trying? I always thought it was an unspoken synonym for people fucking a lot," you said with a laugh. 

"Oh my God. You're actually right," Jiyong replied, giggling. 

"Well, you know, I like this prospect."

"Don't talk like we don't have sex several times a day."

"Jiyong, remember when you had a comeback, we barely had ten minutes in the morning before you left for filming."

"Hey, and when you were on the move, we only had face time at all," Jiyong continued defensively. 

"We're really arguing about this," you laughed. 

"There's no time to waste, princess." With these words, Jiyong squeezed his hand on your waist and you walked towards your villa.

It's been two weeks since your conversation and since you've been diligently trying to make a baby. It was crazy, you didn't have any problems with your sex life before, but now you could have sex several times in the morning, then again in the shower, and always before going to bed. Despite your husband's frenzied enthusiasm, you felt better than ever, the most beautiful, the most desirable, and the happiest.

You have already arrived from Jeju and were going to visit your friends Young-bae and Hyo-rin. today. You were making up in front of the mirror while your husband came up from behind and put his hands under your blouse, wrapping them around your waist and slowly leaving kisses on your neck. 

"Baby, if you're ready, then you'd better just wait for me and not distract me, so I'll get ready even longer." To which you received only a satisfied mumble, the man didn’t listen to you at all, but on the contrary continued to pull his hands to your chest and gently squeeze it. 

"Ji... we've already done this three times, and it's not even evening yet. And the guys are expecting us by six," you said almost pleadingly. 

"Princess, we'll do it quickly." That's the only person you couldn't refuse. 

Of course you're late.

At about 7 p.m., you arrived at your friends' house, making excuses for the frantic traffic jams. You had a wonderful dinner, you sat discussing everything from work to vacation. Baby Dong has been sitting on your lap all this time. You and Jiyong were crazy about that kid, just like he was crazy about you. Whenever you were visiting Young-bae and Hyo-rin, you couldn't tear yourself away from this baby.

"Kitten, what is it?" - you felt that the boy started twisting and fidgeting. 

"Jiyong." - the boy started pointing at your husband. 

"Do you want uppy?» - with emotion on his face, Jiyong took the baby in his arms. "Do you want to play? Let's go to your toys."- with these words, the men went to the children's room. You and Hyo-rin are left alone.

"Sometimes it seems that you come to us only because of the child," the girl remarked with a smile. 

"Yes, it is," you said sarcastically. 

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" You unconsciously tensed up from such a question. 

"Of course."

"Are you pregnant?"

"Haha, no. Why?" - you let out a nervous laugh, how could she know that you were diligently trying to make a baby. 

"It's just that something has changed in you and in Jiyong, too, I know it sounds strange, I just assumed that you could be in a position." Her words sent warmth through your body. 

"You're going to be great parents."

"Thank you, Hyo-rin.". There was silence after that. There was no discomfort or awkwardness, on the contrary, it was the most comfortable silence.

Towards nightfall, you realized that you had stayed up too late and it was time to return home. All the way home, you discussed your cozy evening. 

"Y/N, when we were playing with Baby Dong, it was as if I realized that this was exactly what I had been working for all my life. I'm so looking forward to our future baby," your husband said, not taking his eyes off the road. 

"Oh Jiyongie, you will be the most wonderful father." - your hand gently touched his cheek.

Later that night, your husband was already lying in bed and waiting for you from the shower. For some reason, you have an irresistible desire to do the test, despite the fact that you did it yesterday. The minutes seemed to drag on forever. 

"Baby, are you coming soon? You've been there for an hour." - your husband's indignation could be heard even in the bathtub. And before he could finish the last sentence, you were flying out of the tub holding a test in your hands. 

"Baby!"

"What? What is it?" - he was puzzled by your enthusiastic cry. It was already clear from your face, from your voice, and even from the test in your hands, but Jiyong can't quite believe it. 

"Baby, I'm pregnant." - tears of happiness appeared in the corners of your eyes. 

"Y/N, baby, I love you, I love you so much." You couldn't believe your luck.

The two of you were almost asleep, but something was bothering you: "You know, when you left, Hyo-rin asked if I was pregnant?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, that's what prompted me to take the test, it's so strange. She also said that we would be great parents."

"Well, if she wasn't wrong with the first one, then the second one is also true."

And tonight, falling asleep in the arms of your beloved man, carrying your baby under your heart, you felt like the happiest woman in the world.

[makeitworse]

TOO BAD

𝓬ontains: f!idol!reader x jiyong. tension. age gap bc it’s by me. suggestive. 18+

𝓷otes: my addition to @igorluvr’s übermensch event ♡

you’re riding passenger in jiyong’s car. heels kicked off, legs crossed on the dashboard, scrolling through your phone, as if you weren’t just grinding on him an hour ago like your life depended on it.

his knuckles were already pale, and still jiyong grips the steering wheel a little tighter.

you’ve got him so fucking bad, you know that? of course you do. he hasn’t spared you a glance— or else he might just veer off the road— but he can feel how your eyes have been flitting up to him behind your phone, a shit-eating grin tugging at your lips.

you’re well aware of what you’re rising in him. it was clear as fucking day, pressed against your ass in front of everybody. and when the song was over, you just laughed it off, pulled him in to a tipsy hug— you know i’m just joking, oppa.

and he would’ve believed it, too— already halfway to cursing himself for being so inappropriate with a younger idol— if only you hadn’t brushed your lips over his neck, breath ghosting over the goosebumps on his skin, and then pulled away from him with a wink. meant for his eyes only.

don’t you fear a scandal? can’t you already see the headlines? you’re way too young to be messing around with an industry senior like that. especially someone like g-dragon.

especially if you don’t mean it.

“you good?” you ask, tone amused.

“mm.”

his voice comes out rougher than he means to. jiyong clears his throat. tries again. “you always dance like that with your friends?”

you sit up. that got your attention.

“why? you didn’t like it?”

his head finally turns to look at you, just once, and then back to the road.

“you know i did.”

there’s a weighted pause as jiyong pulls up to a red light. in his peripheral he watches you watch him.

“but?”

“but you’re young.”

you groan, shifting in your seat so that you face away from him, knees pointed to the door. his jaw tenses.

“you’re... not just some girl at a club. i respect you, i admire your work.”

“uh huh,” you reply, unconvinced. “but you had no issue putting your hands on me when i backed into you?”

“i didn’t have a choice.” he murmurs, nails digging into the wheel cover.

he couldn’t just shove you off— not when you’d approached him on the dance-floor, arms extended and the giddiest smile on your face. it had started out harmless enough.

but that’s not what you wanted anyways. you just wanna watch him squirm, witness the effect you’re having on him. his shame and desire clashing in front of your eyes.

“mm, i dunno. you were holding onto me like i’d run off,”

he exhales sharply, forcing a breath through his nose. “that’s exactly the problem.”

“what is?”

“you don’t get it,” he asserts, almost to himself. “you look at me like i’m some fantasy, some.. thing to play with. but if i ever made a move back, you’d feel like you can’t say no.”

you scoff. “wow.”

jiyong risks a glance at you: you’re staring straight ahead now, jaw clenched.

“you really think that little of me?”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“feels like it.” your tone sharpens. “i can make my own choices. i know what i want.”

jiyong stops at another red light, fingers tapping on the wheel now. his blood’s buzzing with adrenaline.

“then tell me,” he says, voice steady now, but barely. “was it real? what you did tonight?”

you blink at him. “huh?”

“you— grinding on me. pushing back like you wanted something.” he purses his lips, already feeling like some perv again, as if your signals were anything but mixed.

his voice drops an octave. “if it was nothing, say it.”

you don’t answer.

jiyong gives you until the car’s moving again— and when the light turns green, his pulse kicks.

“i didn’t think so.”

you shift in your seat, turning back to face him fully. “so what then?”

“then you better tell me what it was,” jiyong says, arm jerking to change gears as he finally pulls the car to a stop in front of your place.

he turns the ignition off, but keeps his eyes down. hands to himself. “because i’ve been trying to be good. to respect you. but if that wasn’t just you messing around—”

“it wasn’t.”

his breath catches. you say it so casually, as if he hasn’t been racking his brain over it for the entire drive.

“it wasn’t nothing, jiyong.”

he looks at you then.

he’s got half a mind to just reach for you, kiss you like how he’s wanted to since the first time you met. can you believe that? he’s wanted you long before you even wanted him.

it’s why he’s not even sure if any of it’s real— if it’s just his mind making sorry hopes.

your head tilts downward, voice firm. “i’ve been waiting for you, you know. to say something.”

when jiyong just stares at you, you exhale a gruff laugh.

“i could tell for ages, jiyong. you could’ve just asked me. i only did that because i was sick of waiting—”

“what are you saying?”

you groan, head falling into your hands at his genuine confusion.

when you raise your head, your face is deadpan. he’s almost worried he’s fucked it all up, until you speak again, voice soft yet certain:

“you gonna keep me waiting, or are you finally gonna kiss me?”

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Hii it's me again lol about the g dragon, can i request something like kwon jiyong x idol reader, reader is younger than him (OF COURSE LEGAL AGE HAHA), she's a soloist or in a girl group (you decide 🥰) when bigbang performed in the mama awards just last year so iconic lol, after they performed they have to sit with other artists, he purposely planned talked to some staffs to make his and her group sit together, and they have some moments that the fans caught on and yes HAHAHA you continue BUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT, idk if you could understand it 😔😔😔 i dont know to explain this properly lol

Exposed || Kwon Jiyong

Pairing: Idol Jiyong X Idol Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: Jiyong and Y/N, a idol from a popular girl group, have been secretly dating. However, their relationship starts sparking rumors after several accidental (and not-so-accidental) moments at the MAMA Awards. A.N: Please let me know if you guys want a part 2 continuation of this story

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The night was electric. BIGBANG had just finished their performance, a stage that would be talked about for years. The energy was still buzzing in the air as the members walked off, their breathing still heavy from the adrenaline. And from his place on stage, Jiyong had already located you.

Your group had been watching from the front rows, standing, clapping, and cheering along with the other artists. But unlike the rest, you felt the heat of his gaze.

You knew you had to play it cool. You kept your eyes forward, lips pressed together in the perfect image of a professional junior idol. But when he bowed, when he let his eyes flicker to yours for half a second longer than necessary, you felt your pulse quicken.

It wasn’t over.

Because when it came time for seating arrangements, suddenly, your group was ushered toward BIGBANG’s section.

Your leader glanced at the staff in confusion. “Oh, we’re sitting here?”

A staff member just nodded, completely unaware of the tension brewing beneath the surface. Or maybe they did know. After all, Jiyong had made sure of it.

As you sat down, your assigned seat just happened to be diagonal from his. Close enough for accidental touches. Close enough for subtle games.

And Jiyong? Oh, he was enjoying himself.

The first time your knees brushed, you thought it was an accident. The seating was cramped, and idols were squeezed together with barely any space to move.

But then it happened again.

This time, he pressed his knee deliberately against yours.

You didn’t react. You kept your posture perfect, eyes locked on the stage. But your fingers curled slightly in your lap.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

Jiyong chuckled under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.

"You're good at this," he murmured, barely moving his lips.

You exhaled slowly, keeping your eyes on the performance. "At what?"

"At pretending like I’m not here," he mused. Then, leaning slightly closer, he added, "But I know you feel it."

Your breath hitched. The warmth of his leg against yours, the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine—you hated how easily he affected you.

But two could play this game.

So, without missing a beat, you pressed your knee back against his.

And that was the moment his smirk faltered.

Sometime during the award announcements, a staff member brought bottled water to each table. You twisted open your cap, taking a small sip—only to nearly choke when Jiyong’s ringed fingers casually reached forward, stealing your bottle.

Before you could react, he took a slow sip, completely unbothered.

Your eyes widened, but he merely wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, setting the bottle back down in front of you.

"Yah," you whispered, shooting him a glare.

"Problem?" he asked innocently, tilting his head.

You scoffed, reaching for another bottle, but before you could, he leaned over and slid the original bottle back toward you.

His voice was barely above a whisper. "Just drink from mine."

Your stomach flipped. You hated that he was enjoying this.

And you hated even more that you took the bottle and drank from it.

It started as something harmless. Just a quick glance in his direction.

But you didn’t realize the camera had zoomed in on you.

At that exact moment, Jiyong, ever the instigator, tapped his fingers against the table in a rhythm only you recognized—a song he’d written for you.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. He noticed.

And before you could stop it—before you could school your expression into something neutral—your lips curled up in the tiniest smile.

And the fans caught everything.

The camera cut away almost instantly, but not fast enough.

Twitter exploded.

"WHY DID Y/N JUST SMILE OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN GD WAS TAPPING THE TABLE HELPPP"

"WHAT WAS HE TAPPING?? HELLO CODEBREAKERS??"

"Y/N SMILING AFTER GD LOOKED HER WAY... Y'ALL WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE 👀"

"GD took HER bottle?? And she didn’t even react?? Oh nah they are not slick."

And then—dispatch dropped a clip.

A grainy, fan-taken video from the upper seats of the arena. The footage was shaky, but clear enough to show:

Jiyong passing your group a drink, but ONLY handing it to you.

The knee touch under the table.

Your stolen glance. Your tiny, traitorous smile.

It was subtle. Barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking.

But the fans? They saw everything.

The awards continued, but you barely registered the winners.

Because Jiyong wasn’t done.

His fingers drummed against the table again. This time, the rhythm wasn’t a song. It was a message.

T-A-L-K T-O M-E

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head slightly.

Jiyong grinned. He saw that.

Then, the absolute menace that he was, he raised a brow and mouthed, "Scared?"

You nearly scoffed. Oh, he wanted to play? Fine.

You leaned in slightly, just enough for only him to hear.

"Oppa," you murmured, voice sweet but laced with warning. "Behave."

The effect was immediate.

Jiyong’s smirk twitched, his fingers freezing for just a second—because he liked it when you called him that. And you knew it.

His hand curled into a loose fist on the table, jaw tightening for a moment before he exhaled and shot you a half-lidded gaze.

"That’s unfair," he murmured back, voice husky.

You bit back a smirk.

You knew Jiyong was watching.

You felt it.

The moment your group took the stage, the energy in the arena shifted—louder screams, flashing lights, and a certain someone sitting comfortably in the artist section, front row, with that signature smirk.

At first, he was composed—just nodding to the beat, sunglasses perfectly in place.

But then?

Then came your part.

The camera panned to him just as you stepped forward for your solo.

The moment your hips rolled, your gaze sharp and commanding—

Jiyong?

Gone.

The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees, sunglasses sliding down his nose as he openly stared.

The live audience noticed instantly.

"HE'S STARING. HE IS NOT EVEN HIDING IT."

"DID Y'ALL SEE HIS SMIRK WHEN Y/N DID HER PART? EXCUSE ME????"

"THIS IS NOT EVEN A FANBOY REACTION. THAT'S A MAN ADMIRING HIS WOMAN."

It got worse when you locked eyes with him for half a second.

Jiyong?

Smirked.

The type of smirk that said, "You know exactly what you're doing, jagiya."

The camera caught it all.

And just when people thought it couldn’t get any more insane—

Mid-performance, a cameraman—who deserves a RAISE—zoomed in on Jiyong again.

This time?

The man was biting his lip.

"JAIL. JAIL FOR THIS MAN."

"Y/N NEEDS TO PAY FOR MY THERAPY BECAUSE HER PERFORMANCE GOT GD LIKE THAT."

"HE'S SO OBVIOUS IT'S EMBARRASSING PLEASE."

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Jiyong?

Still shameless.

By the time your performance ended, he was back to normal, clapping like nothing happened.

But when you walked back to your seat—next to him—he leaned over and whispered:

"You almost killed me up there, sweetheart."

You gritted your teeth. "Serves you right."

He chuckled, voice dangerously low.

"Just wait till later."

Your breath hitched.

And just like that—the night wasn’t over yet.

At the very end of the night, artists were standing, clapping, saying their goodbyes.

Jiyong was walking ahead with the BIGBANG members when, for just a second, he glanced over his shoulder at you.

And you looked back.

The moment lasted only a second, but someone caught it on camera.

A single, slow-motion GIF.

Jiyong turning his head, looking back at you.

Your eyes meeting his.

That split-second smirk before he faced forward again.

Twitter? In flames.

"HE LOOKED BACK. HE LOOKED BACK. OH MY GOD HE LOOKED BACK."

"That was NOT a casual glance. That was a ‘meet me later’ look."

"THE SMIRK. I CAN’T BREATHE."

"They think they’re being sneaky. THEY ARE NOT."

Later That Night…

Your phone buzzed.

Jiyong: So, when are we announcing the wedding?

You: Jiyong-ah.

Jiyong: Yes, my love?

You: I’m going to kill you.

Jiyong: But you’ll miss me too much, won’t you?

YOU: You did that on purpose right?

Jiyong: Of course I did. How else will they know you’re mine?

You: WE ARE NOT GETTING CAUGHT.

Jiyong: Sweetheart, we’ve already been caught.

Jiyong: You looked unreal tonight.

You: You made it OBVIOUS.

Jiyong: You make it hard to behave, jagiya.

You: STOP.

Jiyong: Make me. 😏

You groaned, flopping onto your bed. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong.

And the actual worst part?

You liked it.

It started as fan theories.

A harmless coincidence.

But by the time the MAMA afterparty ended, it had escalated into a full-blown scandal.

TRENDING ON TWITTER

#GDxY/N #Y/N_LuckyGirl #GDRAGON_LostHisCool

THE CLUES THAT STARTED IT ALL:

The Seating Arrangement Scandal

Why was your group suddenly seated next to BigBang when it wasn’t in the original floor plan? 🤨

Fans dug up footage of Jiyong talking to staff before the show.

"HE PLANNED IT. THIS MAN WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO SIT NEXT TO HER."

Jiyong’s Reactions = A Man Down BAD

The lip bite. The smirk. The unholy stare.

"We’ve seen GD fanboy before, but this? This is different."

"He was watching like he already KNEW how that dress looked up close." 😭😭

The Afterparty Coincidence

You and Jiyong left around the same time.

Different cars, but same direction.

Fans noticed your manager looking stressed while BigBang’s team tried to be low-key.

"They didn’t even try to stagger their exits. HELP."

The Matching Accessories Debacle

The next day, Jiyong posted an Instagram story.

A hand, casually holding a glass of wine.

A familiar ring on his finger—the same one you were seen wearing months ago.

"SO WEARING COUPLE RINGS IS JUST A THING NOW? OKAY."

THE COMPANY RESPONSES = SUSPICIOUS AF

Your Agency:

"Y/N and G-Dragon are just industry colleagues. The seating was arranged by MAMA organizers."

YG Entertainment:

"We do not comment on our artists' personal lives."

TRANSLATION: "We're not denying it."

"YG NOT EVEN TRYING TO LIE LMFAO."

"If they weren’t dating, they’d have shut this down IMMEDIATELY. Oh, they’re so caught."

"Just drop the wedding invitation at this point."

After days of speculation, Jiyong did what he does best—

Trolled everyone.

NEW IG POST: A selfie. Smirking. Caption?

"I love MAMA."

THAT’S. IT.

"HE'S PLAYING WITH US HELP."

"SIR JUST CONFIRM IT OR DENY IT. DON’T TEASE US LIKE THIS."

"This man enjoys chaos too much I can’t."

THE INTERNET STILL HASN’T RECOVERED.

And neither have you. 😭🔥

If people weren’t sure before—

Now?

They were certain.

All thanks to one tiny, completely avoidable mistake.

NEW IG POST: Y/N’s Group Behind-The-Scenes Photos!

Your group’s official account posted casual snapshots from rehearsals, practice rooms, and random candid moments from recent schedules.

Harmless, right?

Wrong.

Because eagle-eyed fans noticed something immediately.

THE CLUE THAT BROKE THE INTERNET:

In one mirror selfie, you were holding your phone in the corner.

Reflected in the mirror? A very familiar-looking silver bracelet.

The exact same bracelet Jiyong had been wearing for years.

FAN REACTIONS = PURE CHAOS

"I NEED EVERYONE TO ZOOM IN RIGHT NOW."

"THAT. THAT IS GD’S BRACELET. THAT MAN DOESN’T TAKE IT OFF."

"SO SHE WAS WITH HIM? OR…???"

"Not them getting caught by a MIRROR REFLECTION."

Hours after the bracelet debacle, Jiyong—being Jiyong—made everything worse.

NEW IG POST: A Random Aesthetic Shot

A simple photo of his hand, resting casually on a table.

Except…

The bracelet was front and center.

The background? Suspiciously similar to a place you had visited just days ago.

Caption?

"Good things should be kept close." 😏

FAN REACTIONS = ABSOLUTE CHAOS

"SIR. SIR, THIS IS NOT SUBTLE."

"ARE THEY EVEN HIDING ANYMORE??"

"Y/N POST THE MATCHING PHOTO OR WE RIOT."

"I feel like we’re getting a dating confirmation in 3…2…1."

Chats:

You: Jiyong. YOU. NEED. TO. STOP. 😡

Jiyong: Stop what?

You: YOU KNOW WHAT.

Jiyong: I just like my bracelet. 🤷

You: I WILL THROW THAT BRACELET INTO THE OCEAN.

Jiyong: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t dive in after it.

You: I AM BLOCKING YOU.

Jiyong: Again? Cute. 😘

One week later, just when the rumors started to die down—

Jiyong did something so reckless that even your company gave up.

NEW IG STORY: A simple photo of his hand intertwined with someone else’s.

The angle? Purposely vague.

But the bracelet?

Still there.

And the nail polish color on the other hand?

The exact same shade you had worn the day before.

Caption?

"Some things don’t need to be explained."

INSTANT WORLDWIDE MELTDOWN.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM BOTH AGENCIES:

"We ask fans to respect our artists’ personal lives."

TRANSLATION: "Yeah, they’re dating. We’re tired. Leave us alone."

THE INTERNET GOES INSANE

"AFTER ALL THAT TEASING, WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION???"

"GD REALLY SAID SOFT LAUNCH THEN HARD LAUNCH LMAO."

"Y/N YOU ARE THE LUCKIEST WOMAN ALIVE."

"MAMA 2024 BETTER HAVE A COUPLE SEAT ARRANGEMENT READY."

You: Are you happy now?? 😩

Jiyong: Very. 😌

You: You're insufferable.

Jiyong: You love me, though. 😘

You: …Shut up.

Jiyong: Make me. 😏

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"Big Bang NSFW Preferences"

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Notes:I’ve been wanting to write something about Big bang for a while, so I finally decided to do it.

And yes, I know Taeyang is married buuuuut I’m totally in love with this man, so please don’t judge me 😔

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Headcanons: T.O.P's Sexual Preferences (Choi Seung-hyun)

Sexual Personality

T.O.P is a master of restraint and intensity. He doesn't act on impulse — he waits, studies, and when he moves, it’s with absolute confidence.

There’s a quiet dominance in him. He speaks softly, almost teasingly, but his tone alone can make your knees weak.

Extremely private. He doesn’t just give himself to anyone. If he chooses you, it’s because he craves more than just pleasure — he wants to own your mind, body, and soul.

In bed, he's commanding but graceful. He worships elegance, even in lust.

Favorite Positions

Missionary with full eye contact: He holds your hands above your head, whispers things in your ear, and makes you feel completely his.

Over the edge: Bending you over a table or counter — he loves watching you grip the surface while he thrusts slowly but deeply.

You on your knees: Power dynamics are everything to him. He loves when you're obedient, looking up at him while pleasing him.

Lying face down (prone bone): Deep, full-body connection. He presses his chest to your back and breathes against your neck.

Against the wall: Lifts you up and fucks you while keeping full control. He loves your moans in his ear while your legs wrap around his waist.

Kinks & Desires

Control & power play: He loves obedience, rituals, and routines. Tells you what to wear under your clothes, when to touch yourself, how to behave.

Vocal submission: Wants to hear you beg, say his name, ask for permission. He feeds on your desperation.

Restraints: Leather cuffs, ropes, metal spreaders — he enjoys seeing you completely vulnerable.

Temperature play: Ice cubes on your skin, warm massage oil, the contrast drives him crazy.

Impact play: He has a collection of paddles, crops, and floggers. But he uses them with calculated precision and intense aftercare.

Oral fixation: Loves watching your mouth — kissing, sucking, moaning. Eye contact during oral drives him wild.

Mirror sex: Like G-Dragon, he enjoys watching — but more to control what you see of yourself.

Public teasing: Whispering filthy things in your ear at fancy events, fingers under the table, but never fully giving in until you're both desperate.

Possessiveness kink: Marking you with hickeys, bite marks, and cum. You’re his, and he makes sure you never forget.

Face fucking: Rough, commanding, but always with intense eye contact and praise after.

Aesthetic & Ambiance

Dim lighting, vintage jazz or classical music playing softly, and red wine by the bed.

He prepares the room like a scene: silk sheets, antique furniture, designer lingerie laid out for you.

His cologne lingers on the pillows, his voice echoes even after he’s silent. It’s an experience, not just sex.

Emotional Layer

He doesn’t say “I love you” easily — but shows it in how he holds you after, how he touches your face like you’re precious.

Will write poetry or philosophical notes about you, leave them tucked in your things without signing.

Protective to the point of obsession. If someone flirts with you, expect him to remind you later who you belong to — with his mouth, hands, and cock.

Roleplay & Scenarios

CEO x Secretary: You’re his perfect assistant, always at his mercy after hours.

Museum heist: You’re caught stealing art. He’s the enigmatic collector who punishes you privately.

Masked ball: He finds you in the crowd, dances with you once, then fucks you in the shadows behind the curtains.

Aftercare & Obsession

Cleans you up himself with warm towels. Dresses you in his shirt, pours you wine, runs you a bath.

Hums softly while brushing your hair. Kisses your temple over and over.

The next day, you’ll find flowers, jewelry, or a handwritten letter waiting for you.

Headcanons: G-Dragon's Sexual Preferences (Kwon Ji-yong)

Sexual Personality

G-Dragon is naturally sensual. Everything about him has a provocative air, from the way he looks at you to how he whispers in your ear. But at the same time, he has a mysterious, quiet side that hides very intense desires.

He's the type to observe before acting. He likes to analyze your tastes, your limits, your reactions... until you're completely surrendered.

He has a dominant aura, but elegant. He doesn’t need to shout, hit, or force. His control is subtle — a firm gaze, a calmly spoken command, a touch to your chin.

He’s not 100% dominant. He loves to tease, but he also loves being teased. If you can switch roles with style, he’ll melt for you.

Favorite Positions

Sideways (spooning): Loves feeling you close, gripping your waist and kissing your neck while thrusting slowly. His moans are whispered right in your ear.

Doggy style: Obsessed with this view — your back arched, your hair falling. He grabs your hips tight and goes deep.

You on top (cowgirl/reverse cowgirl): Finds it sexy to watch you in control. His hands on your thighs, biting his lips, watching you ride like art.

On different surfaces: Loves taking you on sinks, tables, dressing rooms, behind the stage. The more spontaneous and risky, the hotter.

Mirror sex: Gets off on watching you while he’s inside you. Makes you look at yourself and calls you his masterpiece.

Kinks & Fantasies

Praise kink: He LOVES to praise you. Whispers, "just like that, my girl... doing so good for me..." while fucking you slow.

Sensory control: Likes to blindfold you, use headphones with soft music, leaving you completely at his mercy.

Dirty talk + Korean: Whispers filthy things in Korean while you moan. His voice alone ruins you.

Exhibitionism / risk of getting caught: Gets turned on knowing someone could hear. Sex in green rooms, bathrooms, backstage is pure adrenaline.

Luxury toys: Owns a collection of fancy sex toys — remote-controlled vibrators, jeweled butt plugs, velvet cuffs.

Bondage: Likes tying you up with silk scarves or his own neckties.

Receiving oral: He moans a lot, grabs your hair, bites his lip. Loves cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow.

Giving oral with full focus: Will spend forever eating you out. Loves making you cum several times before even taking his clothes off.

Light spanking: Spanks your ass while you ride him. Loves watching your skin turn red.

Body worship: Obsessed with licking and kissing your neck, thighs, and inner arms.

Music during sex: Always plays a sexy playlist (usually R&B or unreleased songs he produced).

Atmosphere & Vibes

Dim lighting, woody cologne, black silk sheets.

Candles lit, soft music, and a perfectly prepared environment. He’s a perfectionist.

Makes you feel like a goddess in a movie: expensive lingerie, champagne by the bed, everything designed to spoil and fuck you.

Romantic-Hot Fantasies

Trip to a remote resort: Locks you up in a luxury suite just to spend the whole weekend fucking you.

Masquerade party: You go to a masked event and he pulls you into the bathroom, fucks you against the wall while you wear a long dress.

Filming you both: Has a fantasy of private sex tapes. Records you riding him and keeps it as his secret treasure.

Aftercare & Soft Side

After sex, he cuddles you, kisses your shoulder, strokes your hair, and hums softly.

Sometimes writes lyrics inspired by you after a steamy night.

Takes care of you: warm bath, soft robe, thigh massage, your favorite food in bed.

Emotionally-Charged Sex

For him, sex isn’t just physical. He stares into your eyes, craves connection, needs to see you feel it.

Loves when you cry from pleasure. Wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses you gently.

Says you inspire the rawest and most honest version of himself.

Headcanons: Taeyang's Sexual Preferences (Dong Young-bae)

Sexual Personality

Taeyang is romantic to the core. He’s the type that looks into your eyes during the entire act and makes love like it’s a song — slow, emotional, and deeply connected.

But don’t mistake softness for lack of intensity — when the lights go out, he becomes a man of deep hunger and instinct.

Faithful and focused. He’s the type that wants to worship only one person, and he’ll learn every inch of your body with dedication.

He’s naturally dominant in a loving way, with gentle hands and a firm voice. Never cruel — but always in control.

Favorite Positions

Missionary with hands intertwined: Loves kissing you deeply, moaning into your mouth, bodies perfectly in sync.

You on top (slow grind): Loves watching you take your time, seeing the expressions on your face as you move.

Against the wall (especially post-shower): The heat, the steam, the tension — he’ll lift you effortlessly and press kisses all over.

Face-to-face spooning: After a long day, slow and emotional. Foreheads touching, eyes fluttering, soft praise between thrusts.

On the floor, surrounded by candles/music: He likes creating an atmosphere. Sex with Taeyang feels sacred.

Kinks & Fantasies

Body worship: He kisses every inch of you, talks to your body like it’s a treasure.

Praise kink: “So beautiful... so perfect... I could stay inside you forever.” He makes you cry from how tender his words are.

Music kink: Likes slow R&B or even gospel-inspired tracks during sex. Has definitely written songs after nights with you.

Oral obsession: He takes his time with his mouth. Loves feeling you shiver under his tongue.

Edging: He will tease you until you're begging. “Just a little more, baby,” he says, voice velvet-smooth.

After-shower sex: He dries you off with a towel, kisses your shoulders, then fucks you slowly on the bathroom counter.

Lingerie kink: Soft lace, warm tones, pastel sets — he appreciates the beauty, and takes his time undressing you.

Marking: Hickeys where only he can see. Slight scratches on your back. Possessive, but never aggressive.

Spiritual energy play: Deep eye contact, meditative breathing, sex that feels like a soul-merge.

Atmosphere & Rituals

Low lights, soft music, warm blankets. He preps the bed like it’s a temple.

Always makes sure you’re emotionally and physically ready. He reads your body language like poetry.

Lights candles, whispers a blessing (or small prayer), then kisses your forehead before starting.

Emotional Connection

Sex is part of love for him. He’ll cry with you, hold you through it, smile into your kisses.

Afterwards, he thanks you. Literally. “Thank you for trusting me... for being mine.”

Loves being cuddled and giving forehead kisses while playing with your fingers.

Fantasies & Scenarios

Private concert: He sings a song just for you... then makes love to you slowly while still whispering lyrics.

Wedding night energy: Lights, silk sheets, soft champagne kisses. He’s deeply traditional in love.

Rainy night: You dance barefoot in the living room, then he slowly undresses you, leads you to the couch, and makes love to you with the sound of rain behind.

Aftercare & Devotion

Brings water, a warm towel, and pulls you onto his chest.

Stays up talking with you, stroking your hair, listening to your heartbeat.

Leaves post-it notes the next morning: “Last night was everything.”

Headcanons: Daesung's Sexual Preferences (Kang Daesung)

Sexual Personality

Daesung is charming, sweet, and always laughing… but behind closed doors, he’s surprisingly intense.

He’s the type that starts playful — tickling, teasing, making you laugh — but slowly becomes more serious, his voice lowering, touches deepening.

Very attentive. His biggest turn-on is seeing you happy, satisfied, and glowing from his touch.

He switches easily: sometimes goofy and clingy, other times dominant and focused.

Favorite Positions

Missionary with playful kisses: Starts with laughter, ends in slow, deep strokes and forehead kisses.

Doggy style with hair pulling: Loves when you arch your back and let him take control. Pulls your hair gently, just to hear your gasp.

Seated sex (on a chair, couch, etc.): He sits down and pulls you onto his lap — full-body contact, deep eye contact, lots of kissing.

On the edge of the bed: He kneels in front of you first for oral, then stands and enters you while gripping your thighs.

Standing up in the shower: Playful wet kisses, slippery bodies, water running down while he lifts you and presses you against the wall.

Kinks & Playful Sins

Laughter + teasing: He loves when you giggle during foreplay. Tickling your thighs, whispering silly things to make you squirm.

Praise & affection: Calls you beautiful constantly. “Look at you… so pretty like this… mine.”

Oral giving (enthusiastic): He worships your body with his mouth. Moans while going down on you. Holds your thighs and dives in.

Being watched: Lowkey exhibitionist. Loves the idea of being filmed, or of people suspecting what’s going on behind closed doors.

Hair pulling + neck kissing: Can’t resist kissing, biting and sucking your neck while gripping your hair gently.

Mutual masturbation: Loves watching you touch yourself, especially when he’s right there, stroking himself in sync.

Role reversal: Sometimes lets you be in control. Loves when you ride him and tell him how good he is.

Public teasing: Whispered jokes and subtle touches in public — always playful but with hidden fire.

Emotional & Safe Energy

Always checks in. “Too much? Want to stop? Are you okay?”

Will laugh and kiss you all over if something awkward happens — makes everything feel comfortable.

Sex with him feels like joy, connection, and release. It’s fun, hot, and full of trust.

Scenarios & Fantasies

Birthday surprise: You’re blindfolded, and he gives you a slow striptease while music plays. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”

Vacation hotel: Balcony sex at sunrise, his hands under your robe, both of you trying not to moan too loud.

Dance practice room: He locks the door, turns the lights low, and says, “I wanna see how flexible you are.”

Aftercare & Silly Cuddles

Immediately pulls you into his arms. “You okay? You were amazing.”

Brings snacks and water, makes stupid jokes to make you laugh again.

Loves falling asleep with you wrapped around him, your head on his chest, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back.

[arbitrarykiwi]

don’t mind me…just dropping my revised masterlist 🤓 I spent so long tryna make her cute… the longer I spend on here the more I realized my other one wasn’t cutting it 🥸

Welcome to my new n improved Masterlist! Here are some key things to know when browsing the menu for your next meal!

᯽ = sfw / fluff ꕥ = nsfw / smut

Reminder: These are just overarching themes for any work listed, please take caution and read any warnings on the individual fics before divulging!

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Enjoy some light reads with drabbles!

Messy n’ Wet (Se-Mi x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Personal Photographer (Kwon Jiyong x Fem!Reader) ᯽

Worshiped Completely (Kwon Jiyong x Chubby!Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Done Went and Fucked the Plug (Plug!Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Head’s Best When Stoned (Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

15 Minute Lunch Break (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Dates with Nam-Gyu (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ᯽

And They Were Roommates (Roommate!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ᯽

Mid-Game Anger Relief (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Drugs, Sex and a Headlock?! (Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader) ꕥ

Multi-Part / Multi-Version fics for you to divulge in!

Now Streaming… | a series of oneshots about your streamer lover getting a bit too much attention from fangirls ᯽

- Thanos / Nam-Gyu / Se-Mi

Producer!Fem!Reader x Thanos | various oneshots revolving around Producer!Reader and Thanos’ less than professional connection ꕥ

- Pill Poppin’!! / LIVE…In the Studio

Third Times a Charm | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader smut series. You first meet him at a club. After one taste he’s hooked. And, not-so coincidentally, he’s running into you two more times. ꕥ

- Taste Test 1:3 / Oral Fixation 2:3 / Bodytalk 3:3

It’s Just Business, Baby | The Salesman / Recruiter x Recruiter!Fem!Reader smut series. you’re the new hire that he hates with a passion. He’s always in competition with you. When you enrage him so much he begins to track you down, trying to find you outside of work, you play along. ꕥ

- Workplace Conflict 1:4 / Overtime 2:4 / After Hours 3:4 / Professional Provocation 4:4

What’s Better Than One Boyfriend?! Two Boyfriends!! | ThanGyu x Fem!Reader collection of my thinks on the dynamic between reader / thanos / namgyu. Both in the games and out of games au ᯽ / ꕥ

- one / two

Want a shorter or one off read?? Here are some One-Shots!!! (Organized by character)

Illumoria | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

When Nam-Gyu puts an ad up for a new roommate he didn’t expect someone like you to answer it ꕥ / ᯽

Proper Apology | Sub!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

Nam-Gyu has come home late too many times and doesn’t ever keep to his apologies- time to show him how to properly apologize ꕥ

After Work Relaxation | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

Nam-gyu has a stressful job as a club promoter, thankfully he has his pretty girlfriend to help him relax after a bad day ꕥ

You Can Take It | Mean!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

You’ve seemed to have captured the attention of Nam-Gyu so much so there was an unspoken rule that you were his, one you had no idea about ꕥ

Like ‘em Weird | Loser!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

There’s just somethin’ delicious about the socially awkward and standoffish guy you’ve been seeing in the club. ꕥ

Introvert Meets Innocence | Awkward!Nam-Gyu x Innocent!Fem!Reader

After Thanos and your friend decide they have had enough of you and Nam-Gyu acting like nervous high schoolers talking to their crush, they treat you like high schoolers; locking you in a room for a round of ‘60’ minutes in heaven. ꕥ

Reckless Temptation | Bum!BabyDaddy!Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

You’ve had enough of Nam-gyu’s shit! He never helps you with your daughter and can barely pay you rent. You finally confront him late at night after he comes home shitfaced. Sure you’re mad and yelling in his face, but he doesn’t hear you. He can’t stop thinking about how pregnancy made curvier, how your breasts were larger, and how badly he wants to fuck you senseless. ꕥ

Etched in Ink | Nam-Gyu x Pierced!TattooArtist!Fem!Reader

After asking Thanos about where he goes for his tattoos, Nam-Gyu schedules an appointment with you. He had no idea you’d be so fucking hot. ꕥ

Play Thing | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

One of his favorite things to do with you is just play with you. So, when he buys you a fun new toy he makes sure you get good use out of it and that he got his moneys worth. ꕥ

Unlikely Partnership | Nam-Gyu x Fem!Reader

Waking up in a warehouse with 400 some odd players. Nam-Gyu doesn’t understand why he keeps getting pulled towards you. ᯽

Captured In Low Resolution | Thanos x Fem!Reader

Thanos has pictures of you everywhere. You finally inquire about the shitty, low res picture he has on his computer monitor ᯽

Suck ‘em Dry! | Thanos x Fem!Reader

When you meet the egotistic, purple haired rapper he was so confident he’d be the one to ruin you…you decide to flip the switch and ruin him by givin’ him some crazy head ꕥ

Full of Surprises | Thanos x Fem!Reader

You’re the star student on college campus, good grades, great attendance- the first person Thanos knew he would see in class and the last person he would expect to see smoking weed behind the college football stadium ᯽

Passed Around | ThanGyu x Fem!Reader

Smoke seshes with your boyfriends always end up this way…you’re passed around like the blunt you all were smoking ꕥ

More to Love, Double the Fun | ThanGyu x Thick!Fem!Reader

While at a party you want nothing more than to go home. The two of them scout you and answer your pleas; you just don’t go to your home. ꕥ

The Happiest of Birthdays! | ThanGyu x Fem!Reader

All about how Thanos and Nam-Gyu celebrate their favorite girl’s birthday ᯽

Finish it all off with some scrumptious Headcannons

How Nam-Gyu acts when you’re sick ᯽ / ꕥ

Streamer Nam-Gyu ᯽ / ꕥ

Nam-Gyu with big titty gf ᯽ / ꕥ

Nam-Gyu with big ass gf ᯽ / ꕥ

Boyfriends Thanos and Nam-Gyu when you’re ovulating / on period ᯽ / ꕥ

Kwon Jiyong as your bf ᯽

[emmiesoverthemoon]

‘are you coming?’ yeah, on the screen. catch!

ive fallen and only this jiyong can help me get up

[jiyongsangel]

Track 03: Sympathy is a knife

Brat summer writing event!

Summary: you’re Jiyongs ex and you find out he’s got a new girlfriend and you can’t help but always compare yourself to her.

Warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, Self hatred, breakup, heartbreak, insecurities, cheating (Ji on his new partner).

A/n: my part of the brat summer writing event! Thank yall so much for having me. I will warn you this will not be as good as any of the others on here because it was rushed and smut is my strong point NOT angst (sorryyy🙏💔). Anyways please go and support these writers, they’re extraordinary.

A/n edit: this was not meant to be a smut fic and I’m completely aware it goes of plot. Just go with it.

You didn’t expect him to move on so fast, especially when your heart still so desperately ached for him. You often laid in bed, bundled in the same sheets you and him shared so many memories in. You hadn’t changed them since he moved out, you knew it was probably seen as disgusting but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The faint lingering scent of his cologne on the expensive sheets was the only thing getting you to sleep at night.

You stared up at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong, wondering if his mind was filled with thoughts of you like yours was of him. You had hopes that maybe he would come crawling back to you. even if he for some reason looked happier than ever without you.

That hope lasted, until it didn’t. Of course dispatch being their usual selves can’t give idols a single ounce of privacy. So that’s how you found out Jiyong had found a new girl. She was a pretty model, way prettier than you were in your eyes. She was perfect. Slim figure, killer style, prettiest features. You couldn’t help but almost feel happy for him. I mean he was doing so much better probably because he’d found someone a hell of a lot better than you.

You decided to make it worse for yourself and scroll through the pictures dispatch had uploaded. They were caught kissing, holding hands, going on cozy dates. Just like he used to do with you, you didn’t even realise you were crying until a tear had slid of off your face and onto your phone. You quickly wiped it and threw your phone onto the other side of your bed and tried to fall asleep.

From then you completely spiralled. Your friends noticed and tried to tell you that you were enough and Jiyong didn’t know what he lost. But that voice in your head told you that he knew exactly what he lost and he’s probably happy about it. Probably laughing with his new girl at old photos of you and picking apart every.single.flaw. You don’t say anything about it though, you just smile and nod blinking back tears. You need the fucking sympathy.

The voices in your head were there constantly. Every time you woke up the first thing you’d think about is them. How he was probably waking up tangled together with a girl who is everything you could never be. Everytime you looked in the mirror you saw every single flaw stand out like it was highlighted in bright yellow, constantly comparing yourself to her. The wild voices in your head were slowly but surely tearing you apart.

Everyone was worried about you but you didn’t give a fuck. In your head this was normal, you deserved to feel like this. Every single drop of sympathy you received, you told yourself was a lie, it felt like a fucking knife being stabbed into your heart over and over again. You couldn’t even be her if you tried and it fucking hurt, you were at constant war with your head and it felt never ending. It was so so exhausting.

Your friends had tried to be nice and bought you tickets to Jiyongs first show in Seoul. You weren’t going to go but you were practically dragged. You walked into the venue, hat low, sunglasses covering your eyes so no photographers saw you. You knew what they were like. If they saw you at Jiyongs show they’d assume you were back together or something and you didn’t want to ruin his new relationship Infact you didn’t even want him to see you tonight. You were too insecure now, you felt disgusting compared to his new girl.

You had actually forgotten about everything going on in your head for awhile. The atmosphere was brilliant, energetic crowd, beautiful vocals of course from Jiyong and pretty lights. It was all good until you decided to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you saw her. The girl who had unknowingly made your life hell. The girl who had completely ruined your confidence even though she didnt even know you. The girl who had been taking over your brain so much, that if anyone could see inside your head they’d probably think you were in love with her.

She walked straight past you, and you were glad. You wouldnt even know what to do with yourself if she had spoken to you. Break down crying? Act nice? You had no clue. Your eyes lingered on her as she walked off, beautiful smile plastered on her Perfect face. God it was like she was made of angel dust. You watched as she headed off to go backstage.

Your stomach turned. That was you once upon a time, happily chatting with security as they led you to see your sweaty, tired but none the less perfect boyfriend after he’d finished performing. And now you were so easily replaced, it almost felt like someone was ripping out your insides just at the thought of it.

You pulled out a pack of cigarettes and leaned against the cold hard wall, lighting the blunt and taking a long drag. As you exhaled you heard footsteps, you thought it was security coming because you were smoking and that wasn’t allowed in the venue. But when you looked up and saw Jiyong, you were shocked.

“You know you shouldn’t be doing that but I’m not going to stop you” he said, voice kind of rough after performing but still held that softness that it always had.

You didn’t even know what to say. It had been ages since you and him last spoke and you expected him to be backstage with his girl.

“Shouldn’t you be spending time with your girlfriend? I just saw her go backstage.” Your voice was shaky half because of the cold and half because you were so nervous it was almost humiliating.

“You were always observant.” He said leaning back against the wall next to you. “But no, that’s actually the reason I’m out here because she’s complaining I don’t spend enough time with her.”

He didn’t sound bothered about it at all which concerned you because he would always make enough time for you back when you two were dating.

“So instead of fixing that, you’re out here with your ex? Very convenient.” You scoffed but you weren’t mad, how could you be?

He watched as you took another drag, almost mesmerised.

“Yeah no I actually came out here to find you, I heard you were coming.” He gently took your jaw making you look up at him.

Your breath hitched as his hand made contact with your skin, it felt so right yet so wrong. You leaned closer testing the waters and he smirked cockily.

“So eager hm?” He murmured before connecting his lips with yours. You shivered as he did so, all of the feelings rushing back to you. A wave of nostalgia hit you, he still tasted the same after all of this time. Like mint and cigarettes.

You jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Are you okay with this, Jagi?” His voice was raspy as he said it making you blush. You nodded as you reconnected your lips with his.

He slips a hand under your shirt, his cold ring-decorated fingers making you shiver. You felt him growing hard between your things and every worry about the situation in your head disappears.

When you lifted your arms up he took it as a signal to pull off the shirt you were wearing. His eyes gaze over you like he’d been waiting for this moment, it was making you shudder.

His fingers slide around to the clasp of your bra and he slides it off, your breasts bouncing as he does so. He licks his lips before flicking it over your already hardened nipple. He kisses all of the way up your chest and neck before stopping at your parted mouth.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He whispers, breath hot on your lips. “But I just can’t help myself around you.”

This was the most content you’ve felt since the breakup. It was pathetic really but you had missed this. His lips met yours again, his tongue carefully exploring your mouth while your hips started grinding against him.

“Fuck Jagi I’m not going to last if you keep doing that to me.” His voice was strained and it was so fucking hot.

Your hand reached between you both to hold him through his pants that he had worn on stage. He let out a throaty moan as you rubbed him up and down.

He sets you down and works his way down your body, kissing and licking every part until his mouth stopped at the waistband of your shorts. He slid them off and smirked when he saw the wetness on your panties.

“We won’t be needing these.” He chuckled. He then slid off the Lace material, fingers tickling.

As soon as his mouth is on you, your back arching and you grinded onto his face. You let out desperate needy cries as he took his time sucking your aching, throbbing clit into his mouth. The pleasure jolts through your body and he lets out a little grumble that you felt vibrate on your pussy as his tongue worked its way up your folds making you cry his name out.

You thought he would have relented by now due to how much you were squirming and moaning, but it was not. He secured his arms around your legs, pinning you in position, holding onto you tighter when the overstimulation causes you to start squirming. Watching him bury his face in your pussy, devouring you and moaning happily after so long was too much.

“One more baby.” He murmured into your pink flesh.

And uninevitabley your body does exactly what he asks.

“That’s a good girl.” He cooed before climbing back up your body and brushed out sweat-dampened hair from your forehead. Your sweaty palms struggled to un do his pants but when you finally did you pushed his boxers down watching his hardened cock spring free, you moved your hand up and down and watched him as he groaned in pleasure and his eyes rolling back into his head.

You tasted yourself as you pulled him back in for a slow gentle kiss while also feeling him thrusting it into your hand.

“I dont have a condom with me, it’s not something I’d usually bring to me to a performance.” He said with a chuckle. “I hope you don’t mind or we don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfy without.”

You shook your head softly, “no I don’t mind Ji.” The nickname still slipping out after all this time.

He lines himself up with your entrance and gently slid himself in. You had had one or two hookups since you and Jiyong broke up but nothing too serious and this was ten times more intense. You feel every bit of him inside of you.

He panted into your shoulder as he adjusted to being inside of you after all of this time.

“Fuck y/n you feel so good, all wet and ready for me.” His voice was deep and needy.

He starts thrusting himself into me hard, your skin was ready to burst into flames and every hair on your body was stood up and you wanted more.

“Mm please Ji harder and faster.” You wrapped your legs around him and crossed your feet at the bottom of his back.

“mm shit y/n I won’t fucking last, you feel so good.” His voice was more desperate than ever.

You started to use your feet to lift your hips and slide up and down him and rolled your hips when you got to the tip.

You wanted him to fuck you right into the wall until you both lost your minds but Ofcourse he always wanted to be careful with you.

“I don’t care Jiyong.” You said with honesty. “I’m begging you to give me all you’ve got.”

You see a smirk flash across his lips as he put his arms under you and gripped your shoulders. You were trying to hide your excited expression but he Ofcourse noticed it and his smirk grew wider.

“Right, hold onto me and remember you asked for it.” He said smirk wider than ever.

His hands that were gripped onto your shoulders tugged you down as he rammed himself in and out of your pussy. Each thrust had you crying in pleasure into his mouths and your nails leaving marks on his broad shoulders. Your legs were vibrating and every time he goes deeper your legs tightened around him.

“Jiyong.” You cried.

“I know baby, I know.” He said, resting his forehead on yours and his lips smash onto yours in desperation.

“You’re such a good girl taking it all.”

“Im close Ji” you cried out, grabbing the back of his neck with your sweaty hands.

“Come for me baby let me feel you.”

“Jiyong, mm fuck.”

Your whole body melts as you cum all over his cock. His body collapsed onto yours, both of your body heats mingling together as you felt him throbbing inside of you.

After you two had gotten dressed Jiyongs phone buzzed. He read the message his eyes lighting up slightly before looking at you.

“My girlfriend, or should I say now ex, has left so I can take you backstage and clean you up properly if you want.” He didn’t want to be un gentleman like and just let you go home.

You were quite surprised at this, mostly expecting him to just forget about it ever happening. “Yeah alright if that’s okay with you.” A small smile already forming on your face.

“It would be a dick move if I didn’t do aftercare, it’s the bare minimum baby.” He gently grabbed your hand, his fingers warm and comforting against yours.

Maybe Jiyong really did love you and didn’t see you for just how pretty you were but also you. And given the past few weeks, that alone made you feel better than ever.

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KNOCK OUT

apart of @moonqz4now’s GD&TOP series

kwon jiyong x choi seunghyun x fem! reader

summary: after sneaking into their locker room, you end up trapped between your two favourite underground boxers.

warnings: 18+ content ahead including threesome, dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names, objectification, fingering, m/m kissing, face fucking, rough sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie. some dub con elements but reader likes it and is implied to be a bit of a pervert lol

a/n: so happy to finally share my part of this challenge!! thanks so much for trusting me with it! this is pure, unapologetic filth. enjoy :) also, this is my first time writing a fic using their stage names

You stumble forward, only to be stopped—your chest bumping the locker door with a dull metallic clang. Before you can turn, Top is already behind you, his chest pressing into your back, massive arms boxing you in.

You freeze.

Then G-Dragon steps into your space, close enough that the heat of his breath brushes your cheek.

His face is inches from yours—sweat still clinging to his temple, a dark red cut splitting his bottom lip. His grin is sharp enough to hurt.

Top doesn’t move behind you. His body is a furnace at your back, steady and unyielding.

You’re caged.

It all happens too fast to stop. But you don’t even want to stop it.

You shouldn’t be back here. No ticket, no pass—just a racing pulse and nerves you can’t quiet.

But you’d been watching them for months. Replaying grainy videos of underground fights. Fist to jaw, blood to pavement. Reading every headline: “Underground Kings GD & TOP Clash Again in Brutal Showdown.” You told yourself it was curiosity. Fascination.

But the truth is? You got off to it. Again and again.

Watching their fight clips, shoving your hand down your panties as you moaned their names into your pillow.

And eventually you started wondering what it would feel like to be caught between the two of them. To feel that tension turn on you.

So you snuck in—after the match, still buzzing with adrenaline.

And now you’re here. Trapped. exactly where you shouldn’t be.

G-Dragon’s gaze drags over you, his lip curling in amusement as he reaches out, his fingertips light against the hollow of your throat.

“Damn…” His voice is soft, teasing, and dangerous. “What do we have here?”

Top chuckles behind you, a low sound that rumbles in your spine. His arms don’t move, keeping you boxed in tight. “A pretty girl like you sneaking around here?” He speaks with amusement and laziness, but a sharp edge underlies his voice. “Doesn’t seem safe.”

Your mouth parts, but no sound comes out. Your pulse is thudding so loud in your ears, you barely register their words.

G-Dragon leans in closer until his nose brushes your cheek. “Not safe at all,” he agrees, eyes glinting. “Sweet thing you are…you looking to get hurt or what?”

You swallow hard, your whole body rigid—but it’s not fear that locks you in place. It’s want. Heat coiling in your stomach.

“We can help you find your way out,” Top murmurs, the curve of his lips grazing your temple. “But I doubt that’s what you want.”

Top’s voice drops, closer now, his breath burning against your ear. “I think you wanted to be caught.” His words sink into your skin like the bruise on his cheek.

G-Dragon’s grin widens, sharp and knowing. “I bet you’re one of those fangirls that gets off to us. Watching our fights on loop in the dark, panties shoved down your thighs.”

Your breath catches and your face goes hot. How did they read you so easily?

“I was just looking for the exit…” you manage, voice barely steady.

“Mm, sure you were.” G-Dragon tsks, unconvinced.

He tilts his head, eyes sweeping over you like he’s already got you figured out—lingering at your hips, the shape of your thighs, and the flush at your neck.

“Tell me, baby. You sneak back here to see something you weren’t supposed to, or did you want to be seen?”

Your breath hitches. You should say something—deny it, laugh it off, run. But your mouth won’t move fast enough.

Then Top’s hand settles on your waist. Heavy. Warm. Possessive. His fingers splay across your stomach, anchoring you there.

“It’s okay. You can tell us.”

The air feels thicker now, and G-Dragon’s stare darkens, dragging down your body in a slow, deliberate sweep that leaves goosebumps in its wake. When his eyes climb back up to meet yours, there’s something hungry glinting in them—something that makes your knees want to give out.

“Didn’t think you’d actually go through with it,” he murmurs, his grin curling at the edges of his lips. “But here you are.”

“I-I wasn’t—” The words stumble out, weak and useless.

Top chuckles behind you, and the sound is low, knowing. “Come on now…we’ve seen you.”

You blink, your heart pounding. They saw?

Your voice is barely a whisper. “You noticed me?”

Top’s grip tightens at your waist, just slightly but enough to ground you. “Hard not to.”

The room is too warm. Or maybe it’s you. You can’t tell anymore. Your heart beats fast and shallow, and there’s a needy ache blooming low in your belly.

G-Dragon leans in, so close you can feel his breath brush your lips and smell the sweat and blood on his skin. His voice is a dark whisper.

“Cute little thing…sneaking glances. Chewing that pretty bottom lip, thinking we wouldn’t notice.” His grin deepens, wicked and sharp. “You wanted us to look, didn’t you? wanted our attention?”

Top hums, his lips grazing your temple, voice thick with heat. “Well congrats, you got it.”

You shake your head instinctively, but your body’s a traitor—legs trembling, thighs clenching like that’ll stop anything. It doesn’t. You’re soaked. You know you are. Your panties are already sticking, damp and humiliating. But the humiliation only makes it worse. Makes you wetter.

Then Top murmurs, voice low, “Wanna know a boxer’s worst fear?”

He leans in, his breath scalding your ear.

“Walking away from a fight with energy to spare. Makes us feel like we didn’t go hard enough.”

G-Dragon laughs darkly beside you. “Was kind of hoping to let off some steam tonight, but that match didn’t cut it. I’m still wound up… aren’t you, hyung?”

Top’s eyes drag down your body, slow and possessive. “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice heavy with intent. “All that adrenaline and nowhere to put it.”

“Guess we’ve got to work it out somehow,” G-Dragon muses, eyes glittering. His gaze drops to your lips. “How about you?”

Your knees threaten to buckle under you, your body betraying the answer before you can speak.

G-Dragon tilts his head, his amusement deepening as he takes in every twitch of your thighs, every desperate breath. “Ever been touched by two guys at once?”

“No…” you admit, voice barely audible, shame and heat roaring through your veins.

Top’s hand dips lower, slow and sure, brushing the waistband of your skirt. “We can change that if you want us to, princess.” His thigh wedges between your own, prying them apart. You gasp, clenching around nothing.

“Ohhh…fuck.” G-Dragon chuckles at your reaction, the sound curling off his tongue.

“Look at that.” Top’s voice thickens with lust, his fingers drifting between your thighs, trailing over the soaked seam of your panties. “You like this.”

“You want us, don’t you, baby?” G-Dragon adds, his hand slipping to the back of your neck as he brings his mouth close, his breath fanning over your skin. The scent of sweat and blood from the fight still clings to him, dizzying and intoxicating.

“You came back here wanting to get ruined, huh?”

His tongue flicks teasingly against your bottom lip, and you can’t help the desperate, helpless sound that escapes you.

“Usually…” His voice drops darker, filthier, “…we fight over who gets to fuck the girl.”

He glances at Top, who’s still watching your face from behind, smirking.

“…but I don’t mind sharing tonight.”

“Double combo.” Top finishes, his hand pressing firmly against your soaked heat now, and your knees nearly give out at the feeling.

They descend on you like predators. G-Dragon yanks your top over your head. Your bra is tugged down, your tits bouncing free, nipples hard from the cold air and their attention. He groans as he palms them, thumbs brushing your peaks before sucking one into his mouth, teeth grazing your skin.

Your breath catches. He licks, bites, and switches between your breasts, leaving your knees weak and trembling.

Behind you, Top grabs your skirt and tugs it down. Your panties follow with one brutal, practiced jerk. You’re bare between them now, flushed, trembling.

Top groans. “She’s dripping, bro.”

“Already begging for it.” G-Dragon’s smirk deepens as his gaze drops to your glistening pussy.

His fingers trail along your folds, joining Top’s, gathering your slick. You twitch at the contact, a strangled sound spilling from your lips.

He holds the finger up, watching your eyes follow it, then slips it between his lips, sucking slowly and deliberately, eyes locked on yours.

He moans, savouring the taste. “Fuck, I knew she’d taste good.”

You can barely breathe, hips shifting without thought, desperate for more.

“I want it,” you gasp, the words tumbling from your lips. “Please…”

Top doesn’t hesitate. His fingers sink into you, thick and perfect, curling just right. You cry out as he twists them, slow and deliberate, rubbing over that spot that makes you see stars, your moan raw and helpless, ripped straight from your throat.

“Goddamn…” G-Dragon breathes, eyes darkened with lust as he watches you unravel. His stare roams over your flushed skin. Mesmerized by the quick rise and fall of your breasts and the tremble in your thighs as Top finger-fucks you slow and deep.

Then his hand curls under your chin, tilting your face until your dazed, already fucked-out eyes meet his.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” His voice drops, rough with intent, but there’s a cruel, teasing edge to it—the glint of someone who already knows they’ve got you right where they want you. “I wanna know what name to moan when you’re dripping down both our cocks.”

Your lips part, your mind swirling. Your name escapes your lips in a soft, breathless whisper, small, broken, and completely submissive. “Y/n.”

“Cute.” he compliments, his thumb brushing over your spit-slick lips.

Top’s fingers slip out of you, and as you drip down your thighs, he flips you with ridiculous ease, lifting you onto his lap. His cock is a thick weight beneath his sweats, pressing hot and hard against your soaked pussy as your knees fall wide over his thick thighs.

You grind down instinctively, chasing friction. Every nerve in your body feels raw and exposed.

“Desperate little thing.” Top coos, his hands tight on your hips as he rocks you down harder.

“Let’s give her something else to drool over.” G-Dragon adds.

Before you can process his words, his hand slides behind Top’s neck—and he pulls him in, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. A low, guttural sound rumbles from Top’s chest, making your legs clench and your cunt gush with heat.

They kiss like they’ve done it a hundred times.

Like dominance and tension have been simmering between them long before you ever stumbled in.

Their mouths move with practiced ease, fighting for control, devouring each other.

Your eyes grow wide with disbelief, and your breath hitches at the scene before you. You can’t tear your gaze away, nor do you wish to.

G-Dragon pulls back first; he’s panting, his lips are plump and swollen, and his eyes are blown dark with lust. He looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your reaction—the rosy cheeks, the slightly parted lips, and the unmistakable pleasure etched across your face.

Top hardly gives you a moment’s notice before hoisting you up once more as if you weigh nothing, pulling his sweats down just enough for his cock to spring into view. It’s large, reddened, and dark, the thick head already shining with pre-cum.

G-Dragon shoves his shorts down too, his cock long, curved, flushed deep, and beading at the tip. “Can you get on your knees f’me?”

You drop down instantly at his question.

G-Dragon strokes his cock in front of your face, hard in his hand. “Open up, doll face.”

Your lips part without hesitation, your tongue flicking out as he slides the thick head past your lips. The stretch burns, but it’s perfect. Your jaw aches, and spit drips down your chin as G-Dragon groans, his hand tangling in your hair, guiding you down, down, and down.

Beside him, Top fists himself, watching your lips stretch and your flushed cheeks hollow out around G-Dragon’s cock, twitching at the wrecked look in your eyes as you gag and whimper around him.

“I want a go, too.” Top huffs, voice rough with restraint.

G-Dragon pulls back, his cock glistening with your spit, and Top replaces him at your mouth. His cock is thicker, heavier—your jaw strains as he slides in slowly, his hand petting your head, controlling every inch that pushes past your lips.

“Such a good girl.” Top groans, hips rocking shallowly, the weight of him on your tongue overwhelming you.

G-Dragon watches, eyes dark with hunger, stroking himself now. “Fuck, hyung…look at that face. I can’t wait to stuff her full.”

Top pulls out with a sudden snap of motion, leaving you gasping before he’s hauling you upright again. He spins you around effortlessly, bending you over the bench with your chest pressed to the cold, unyielding surface. Your palms splay out to brace yourself, the chill biting into your skin as you wait for what's to come.

G-Dragon moves in first. You feel his body heat—then the blunt head of his cock pressing to your entrance.

“Ready for it, Y/n?” His voice is frayed at the edges. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about every night?”

You moan in response, helpless, hips pushing back, begging for it.

G-Dragon pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you wide. The burn is sharp, overwhelming—but so, so good. Your slick walls swallow him, easing the stretch as he bottoms out inside you, his hip bones flush to your ass.

Before you can even adjust, G-Dragon pulls back slightly, and Top’s right there next to him—his cock nudging against your stretched hole, squeezing alongside G-Dragon’s now.

Your gasp echoes, your whole body tightening. But they don’t wait. They both push until they’re both settled inside of you.

Your scream tears through the air—raw and broken as your cunt stretches impossibly wide, stuffed to the brim, your walls clenching down around them both. The obscene stretch burns, but it’s addictive—the fullness unbearable yet perfect, wrecking you completely in the best way.

“Fuck.” Top groans, his grip bruising into your hips as he drives forward. “She’s taking us so well…look at this pretty little pussy stretchin’ just for us.”

G-Dragon rasps behind you, voice strained. “You hear that, baby? You’re so good for us. So fucking good.”

They fall into a rhythm, one dragging out as the other slams in, trading places inside you, their cocks grinding together within your overstretched pussy. The movement is obscene—too much, too deep, too perfect. Your body jerks between them, tits mashed to the bench with every brutal thrust, mind splitting open under the relentless pleasure.

The wet slap of their hips against you echoes loud in the room, lewd and endless. Slick runs down your thighs, drips to the floor. Every thrust feels harder than the last—ruthless and consuming you whole.

Your cunt pulses around them, trying desperately to take more than it should, stretched to its breaking point yet still greedy for every inch. You’re throbbing, sensitive, your clit untouched and crying.

G-Dragon grabs your jaw, forcing your head around.

“Look at her,” he grunts, watching your broken expression as your mouth falls open around a weak moan. “Poor thing can’t even think straight.”

Top groans behind you, thrusting messier.

Your cries grow wilder, higher, and strangled in your throat as the pressure in your core builds. The way their cocks grind together inside you is maddening.

They don’t slow down. You’re nothing but open flesh and need—used, filled, destroyed—and they fuck through it as if it’s the only thing they know. One pulls out just enough to feel the other slide deeper, then they switch, over and over, their rhythm both cruel and flawless.

You’re sobbing now, desperate sounds punched from your chest with every jolt, no words left in you. Your body is overwhelmed, every nerve screaming, clit swollen and untouched, pussy stretched to the brink.

Then finally G-Dragon’s hand moves between your legs.

Rough fingers find your clit, and he rubs fast, ruthless circles over the aching bundle, pushing you right to the edge. Your hips jerk uncontrollably, trying to pull away, but he holds you steady, his cock still grinding inside you.

“Feel that?” He growls. “How full you are?”

“Gonna squeeze us both, baby?” Top moans. “Wanna feel this tight little pussy cum around us?”

“Go ahead.” G-Dragon demands, “Cream on both our cocks.”

It's not long after when your orgasm slams into you. Your cunt clamps down violently around them both, milking their cocks with relentless pulsing spasms. You scream, walls fluttering and leaking around them in wet gushes that coat the three of you.

But they don’t stop. If anything, they fuck you through it—chasing the ripple of your orgasm, forcing you to ride it long past the edge.

Top snarls behind you, his hands digging into your hips, holding you down as he pistons into you. G-Dragon leans over your back, panting in your ear as he thrusts harder, deeper, faster—both of them desperate now, using your body like it’s the only thing tethering them to the ground.

You’re gone, completely gone, reduced to twitching limbs, broken moans, and a stuffed, spasming hole.

G-Dragon gasps, his hips stuttering once—twice—then he growls low in your ear, his cock twitching as he spills inside you. Hot, thick cum floods your cunt, filling you even fuller.

Top follows seconds later with a hoarse, guttural whimper, slamming into you hard, burying himself to the base as he finishes deep in your pussy.

You go limp instantly, collapsing forward, only the bench keeping you from crumpling to the floor. Their cum leaks from your used hole in thick, obscene streams, soaking your thighs, dripping down your legs in messy trails.

They crowd close again, breath heaving, sweat slicking their skin. G-Dragon brushes your hair from your face and presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, his voice a soft rasp. “Next time, you won’t have to sneak in.”

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I Can't Forget

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: A kiss becomes a memory, but it's one that won't leave either of you alone. Warnings: None, fluff. Prompt 8: You said we should just forget about it, but I can't. A/N: Omg I finally wrote something! I apologize if it sucks.

You and Jiyong didn’t usually get along great, you more so tolerated each other, but today, today was different. You were over at his place, trying to figure out the set design for the next leg of shows, because for better or worse you worked for him.

But tonight, he just isn’t having it.

“Jiyong, you need to focus,”

“What if I don’t want to? What if I don’t want to be G-Dragon anymore?” he looks at you earnestly.

“Woah, where’s this coming from?”

 He shrugs, clearly conflicted and frustrated.

“Everybody expects something. I never know who likes me for me or who likes me for GD, it’s exhausting. I scream for help and don’t get it, maybe I just wanna be done with this life.” He sighs.

“Jiyong,” you say but you aren’t sure of the rest of the words.

“Your fans love you.”

“They love GD,” he corrects. You roll your eyes slightly.

“They love Jiyong too,” you stand up and walk over to him, standing in front of him to cage him between you and the counter.

“It’s just hard when no one see’s you,” he admits looking at the floor.

“People see you,” you trail off before taking a deep breath.

“I see you,” you admit quietly. He looks up at you, a silent look of shock on his face. The moment feels charged, soft and yet red hot.

“I see the way you look when things don’t exactly go the way you planned them. I see the despair when you try to ask for help but it seems like no one listens. I see the way you smile when you feel a sense of accomplishment or the way you laugh at silly cat videos on your phone. I see that you aren’t ok, but I also see that you will be.” You smile and he looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

Before you have time to stop yourself, you’re closing the gap between you, lips connecting in soft, sweet kiss. As you go to pull away, Jiyong’s left hand cups your cheek and his right hand rests on your hip, a gentle moan escapes your lips before your eyes fly open and you force yourself away from him.

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t, we have work to do.” You stutter as you point to the counter.

 Jiyong pulls you back in for one last breath-taking kiss.

“Don’t be sorry.” He breathes against your lips.

“We really should focus on the show.” You point to the note pad left lonesome on the counter.

Jiyong sighs, “Yeah, yeah ok.”

After an hour or two discussing the design of the show you’re ready to go home.

“Hey, Jiyong,” you ask as you stand in the door way.

“Hmm?” he looks at you.

“We should just forget that ever happened, ok? Keep this strictly professional.”

Jiyong feels his heart ache but he nods.

“Yeah, I agree.” He gives you a pursed lip smile and shuts the door.

-

Over the next few weeks, the air between the two of you is charged and awkward. Neither of you can really forget the kiss, but you do your best. But watching him night after night, dance and rap on stage, it becomes increasingly harder.

Watching him with the female dancers after the show, only causes your jealousy to rise up. But you remain calm and keep yourself composed.

-

“Oh yeah, that’d be great, thanks. Here’s my number,” Jiyong hears your voice and he looks over noticing you talk to some guy. He see’s you giggling, his own curiosity getting the better of him when he walks over and see’s the guy handing you back your phone.

“I’ll call you,” he winks. You giggle in response turning around as he walks off to be met with Jiyong’s face in yours.

“What was all that about?” he asks, slight attitude coming out.

“None ya business,” you go to walk off but he catches your arm firmly in his hand. He pulls you back into a dressing room.

“The show starts in five minutes, what the hell are you doing?” you ask frantically. Jiyong doesn’t answer, rather he simply pulls you into the small room and locks the door. He takes a deep breath.

“Why are you going out with him?”

“That’s none of your business, Ji.” You go to try and open the door but he stands in your way.

“Jiyong, we don’t have time for this.”

“Don’t go,” is all he says. You look at him stunned.

“What?”

“Don’t go out with him, please.” He pleads.

“Jiyong,”

“Look, I know you said we should just forget about it, but I can’t,” he admits. You feel your heart rate increase rapidly.

“I’m sorry, I know you said we should keep things professional, but, you’re all think I about. The way we kissed, the way it felt to hold you against me, the way I want to feel every single inch of you.” He says as his hands tentatively find your waist.

“I want you and I’m not afraid to admit it,” he whispers. Your eyes glance down to his lips before going back to his eyes. Jiyong takes that as a silent yes to connect your lips in a needy, hot kiss.

You softly moan into it, his fingers digging into your hips slightly as your arms go around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair.

“You have to get back out there,” you say against his lips.

“I have time,” he mumbles and his hands move to squeeze your ass. His lips trail to your jaw, gently nipping at it and you groan quietly.

“Such pretty noises.” He chuckles as you whimper when he finds that sweet spot on your neck.

Before things can go further there’s a knock on the door.

“Two minutes Ji!” Jiyong groans against your neck. You giggle in response.

“This isn’t over.”

“Just go out there and kill it.” You smirk as you kiss his lips passionately one last time before the two of you leave the dressing room.

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GIRLFRIEND

♪ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 (𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) TRACK #11

his girlfriend, that’s what everyone knows you as— even though jiyong still has yet to officially ask.

𝓬ontains: f!reader x jiyong. resolved tension. teasing. down bad jiyong. fluff. switch dynamic. smut! (fingering, blowjob). 18+

𝓷otes: i did not intend for the closing fic to be so smut focused but .. here we are lol. this event has been so much fun, thank u for all the love and support i adore u ♡♡

you’d hear it more than your own name.

“hyung, your girlfriend’s here!”

“listen when your girlfriend speaks, bro.”

from the bigbang boys to the 2ne1 girls, their managers and their assistants, even producer teddy— hell, you wouldn’t doubt it reached YG himself.

“haven’t you heard? they say you’re his girlfriend.”

the tension between you and jiyong had been a tug of war for months. for a while it was “will they or won’t they”, until people caught on that there’s no leaving jiyong’s sights once they’re set on you. so it become a matter of “when will they”— and you’ve been in limbo ever since.

it’s a known fact that you belong to him. unofficially, of course. you’re not his girlfriend. not actually. not yet.

because he hadn’t even asked.

jiyong let others do the talking for him. after all the push-and-pull, you’d think he’d have the confidence to say the magic words with his whole chest. but he always got cold feet around you. you were practically his, and your lips hadn’t even been introduced.

it gets to the point that one day, you wake up and decide to fuck with him until he grows some balls. dangle the idea in front his face. make him squirm until he has no choice but to actually ask you out.

once, you’d been curled up on the couch with him: his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. you nuzzled back until you pressed flush against his body. you literally felt his breath stop— his warmth pressing into your back. you stifled a wicked grin.

“why can’t we do this all the time?” you cooed to him oh so innocently.

his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed at your ear, fingers twitching on your stomach. you’ve served the opening for him on a silver platter: all he needs to do is speak it into existence.

“you tell me.” he murmured.

you should’ve just punched him.

encounters where you tip-toed over the line became the norm— but only as friends, of course. what else would you be?

brushing your lips over the shell of his ear just to whisper something unimportant. pulling him in with your hands on his neck and cupping his face with a smile.

but you don’t kiss him. no, never. what does he take you for? no pre-dating kisses around here.

he needs to ask first. you both know it. and it’s killing jiyong.

it starts how it always does: jiyong hovering near you like a second shadow.

you’ve joined them as company in the studio while the boys record, laughing with bom and sandara on the couch while you sip from an iced coffee. he’s pretending not to stare— nodding along to whatever youngbae’s saying that wasn’t reaching his ears— but you know better. you feel it. how could you not?

he’s sure you’re trying to drive him crazy. the way your lips part for the straw, tongue flicking out before you wrap them around the plastic, eyes darting up to meet his gaze. you’re checking if he’s watching your little show. and you’re grinning.

jiyong’s jaw hardens, turning his attention back to youngbae— who he hadn’t even noticed wasn’t talking anymore. just staring at him, brows raised.

“will your girlfriend be a distraction?”

“she’s not—” jiyong cuts himself off with an exhale, mouth pressing into a firm line. “no, she won’t.”

youngbae turns to the computer, running over some tweaks to the lyrics. it’s an effort for jiyong to keep his eyes trained on the screen; his ears are damn near ringing with the sound of you giggling behind him.

you sounded so cute. it’s not anything he hadn’t heard before, or got out of you himself— it’s just, each passing day, he got more butterflies than the first time you met. he thought they’d calm down once he realised the interest was mutual. but they’ve only grown more restless. and so have you.

he’s worried, you know. every day that he doesn’t ask, all the fleeting moments where it would’ve been perfect to— he’s worried about losing you.

he thinks something’s wrong with him.

every woman on the street has your face. whatever anyone says sounds like your voice. since meeting you, he’s a fool who can’t stop smiling. how can you be so pretty?

there’s footsteps passing by him. he glances over at sandara, pointing her head towards you as she walks out. jiyong glares at her. she just smirks, door shutting behind her.

everyone knows.

youngbae’s focused on typing on the keyboard, so he steals a glance at you, and you’re already looking. his knees could buckle under the weight of your gaze. your smiles says it all— like you own him, like you’re fully aware of how far under his skin you are. it’s infuriating. because it’s true.

he faces youngbae again, but overhears you telling bom you’ll be back. jiyong swallows thickly as you set your coffee on the table and get up off the couch, presence ghosting by him as you disappear down the hall.

the words leave his mouth before he can even process the thought— and suddenly jiyong’s excusing himself too.

he follows your footsteps to a lone storage room hoarding spare equipment. and you’re waiting for him when he opens the door. picking your nails as you leaned against the wall, like you’re in no rush. like you expected him.

“you always follow me.” you giggle, voice soft, eyes daring.

“you always run.” he counters, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

you shrug. “still waiting for someone to catch me.”

jiyong sighs, frustration audible. you just smile.

“i don’t want to play at this anymore.” his voice is low, rough at the edges. his jaw tightens like he’s straining to hold something back.

you hum in thought, shifting your weight as your arms cross over your chest; jiyong’s eyes following every little movement.

you close in on him with small, drawn-out steps. “you should’ve just asked.”

“you should’ve said yes,”

“i would’ve.”

you’re so close, enough for your breath to fan jiyong’s cheek. his lips part, maybe thoughtlessly— eyes darting over your face. tentative.

“then say it,” his voice barely above a whisper. “say yes now.”

you pout at him: defiant. teasing. “to what? you haven’t asked.”

he cusses under his breath, low and guttural, and then his hands are on you. firm grip on your waist, jiyong pulls you against him, the warmth of your bodies pressing together. his eyes are dark: hunger eclipsing his impatience.

“you drive me fucking crazy.”

you smirk. “glad to hear.”

“no, you don’t get it,” he asserts. “all i hear is that you’re my girl. from everyone. daesung even told my mother— and you still act like it’s not real.”

“it’s very real, ji.” your knuckles come to brush his cheek. his jaw tenses under your featherlight touch. “you just need to say it.”

“i’m getting there.” he murmurs.

your arms come to wrap around his neck, leaning in till your lips are a breath away from his. “better hurry, jiyong. might lose me.”

he stills. his fingers twitch on your side. then: “not happening.”

jiyong’s mouth comes crashing onto yours. it’s all fire, like he’s making up for lost time, every moment you hadn’t kissed. the force has your head tilting back, and you push him off just as you get the urge to kiss him back. not yet.

he blinks at you, breathless. you can feel his heart thudding under the palm on his chest. you give him a soft smile, tilting your head. you’re waiting, he realises.

jiyong clears his throat. he runs a hand through his hair, a little self-conscious for being so forward. but can you blame a man?

his hands come to hold your one resting on his chest. and then finally, softly: “be my girlfriend?”

you grin, confident as ever. “i’ll think about it.”

jiyong clicks his tongue, but you swallow the noise as you lean in, lips smothering his. he’s slower this time as he returns the kiss. patient. his mouth opens for you, and you catch a small noise escape his throat as your tongue teases his. you’re sure he feels it when your lips curl into a smile.

in retaliation, jiyong slips his hand beneath your shirt. you gasp at the sensation— his palm flat and hot on your bare skin.

your hand snakes around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair as the kisses heat up. jiyong grows more daring, pinching your chin to tip your head back, allowing his tongue to delve deeper; taste more of you.

your fingers curl around a tuft of hair, and jiyong sighs as your nails graze his scalp. but then you pull— his mouth coming off of yours with a wet pop as you tug his head back.

jiyong’s groan blends into a snicker. foreboding is the only way to describe the sound.

you softly bite your lip as jiyong looks back at you through half-lidded eyes. you hope it might disarm him.

you stifle the urge to shudder as he leans in again, agonisingly slow, and kisses the corner of your mouth. his lips barely graze yours— a stark contrast to how he was basically eating your face a minute ago.

he trails down to your jaw and leaves another there. then down your neck, trailing kisses all the way to your clavicle. they’re all charged with something you couldn’t quite place— possessiveness, maybe. like he’s finally staking his claim.

goosebumps erupt across your flesh as he takes the skin into his mouth, sucking lightly. just enough to leave proof that he was there.

the hand on your stomach creeps downward, slipping under your waistband, and you can’t help how your hips roll at his touch. his laugh rumbles on your collarbone. you want to slap him for being so cocky. you want to beg him to keep going.

his fingertips glide over the fabric of your panties, stopping where your bikini line ends. he presses a kiss to your lips, and you breathe out his name. he cocks his head.

“hm?” he’s not even trying to hide his smug grin. “still thinking?”

you swallow down the cusses sizzling on your tongue. you don’t want him to have a change of heart, pull away when his fingertips are ghosting over right where you want them.

you snatch jiyong’s throat into your hand, fingers curling around his neck— not tight, just present. a reminder. he’s quick to suppress a groan.

“i need convincing.”

and that’s all jiyong has to hear.

confident now, his hand slips under the fabric of your panties, and you gasp as his fingertips tap your folds. his breath fans heavy on your mouth, eyes never leaving you— watching every twitch of your face as he moves his fingers.

jiyong cusses when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten for him. his mouth’s on yours again, and you whimper onto his tongue when his fingers glide over your clit.

he repeats the action, rubbing little stripes with his fingers that has your mind going foggy. you’re eager, desperate for more, your hips buck in rhythm with his hand on your clit. he stills you with a firm hand on your waist, then his palm shifts to cradle you by the small of your back. your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt.

each of your moans into the kisses only drives jiyong crazier— he trades his fingers for his thumb, rubbing quick circles on your clit as his digits come to tease your entrance.

dignity be damned, you break the kiss to whine: “ji, please,”

you choke out when two fingers stretch you open. his brows raise, watching you unravel for him with a smile on his face. he sets an unforgiving pace: ramming his fingers into you with his thumb focused on swirling your clit. you’re mumbling an incoherent string of words, the coil in your stomach tightening with his fingers working at you so perfectly.

“i’ve got you.” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against your jaw to suck little kisses on your neck. your cries fall right into his ear.

when his fingers curl to hit that spot to make you see stars, the balloon inside you pops.

you cum like that: jiyong’s hand rocking into your g-spot, his thumb attentive on your clit, his palm on your back holding you flush against him, his lips nipping at the skin of your neck. it’s all too much. you’re not sure what leaves your mouth— his name blending with broken pleas and cusses. he’s surprised his shirt doesn’t rip from how tight you gripped it.

he doesn’t stop until you’re coherent; asking him to stop, sensitive to the touch. he (reluctantly) drags his hand off of you, holding your gaze as he pops his fingers into his mouth. you’re still hazy from your orgasm, but the sight of him cleaning up your taste with his tongue has your flame reigniting.

your hand grabs his hard-on through his pants, and jiyong nearly keels over.

he forgets himself, head falling on your shoulder as you rub your palm over his length. he’s hot, and you chuckle when you feel a damp spot on the fabric.

“your turn.” you coo.

he laughs breathlessly. “it won’t take much—”

you hear how his breath stops as he watches you lower yourself to your knees.

your palm rubs at him steadily, pulling little gasps from jiyong’s mouth. you maintain eye contact as your knuckles hook over his waistband, pulling both layers down in one tug.

he buried his hand in your hair like he’s petting you, his pupils swallowed by black in adoration.

your pretty fingers wrap around his length. it’s an effort to not buck into your hand— he doesn’t want to be impolite, but god, did he need more.

your thumb swipes over his head to catch a bud of pre-cum, and jiyong has to stop his eyes from rolling. he thinks he can’t get any harder— but then your lips press a kiss to his tip. he could cum right then from the sight.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes.

you smile in kind. it’s all that prepares him for you taking his length into your mouth.

a choke escapes jiyong’s throat— he has to still his hips, resist the urge to buck further into the damp warmth of your mouth.

he clenches his jaw, sucking in a breath through his teeth as you drag your mouth over him, wrapping a tight fist around the base of his dick.

your wrist turns on his length, and he’s moaning, holding onto your hair like a lifeline.

after you came, jiyong had planned to lift you up, fuck you against the wall. maybe he got too ahead of himself. he wasn’t going to last for much longer like this.

“shit, can— can i,” he blabbers, dick already pulsing on your tongue as your head bobs at a relentless rhythm. “let me fuck you, please,”

your mouth comes off him with a wet smack. he shudders at the sudden absence of your warmth— but that thought dissolves as your hand rides up, stroking just the tip, palm riding over his frenulum over and over. he’s shameless as he asks again. you just pout up at him.

“so soon? ji,” you coo, not even hiding your smile. “what happened to taking a girl out first?”

you don’t spare him a second to reply— jiyong cries out when your mouth latches back onto him, cheeks hollowing while your fist rides over the rest of his dick.

and once you glance up at him, batting your lashes with glossy lips, a smile curling around his length: he’s gone.

it’s all a whiney string of please’s and thank you’s falling from jiyong’s mouth as he cums. your wrist glides up and down in between sharp twists, tongue unrelenting as you suck on his tip. his pelvis stammers, his vision blinding white, and warm ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

you give him a second to catch his breath, dragging yourself off of him. he hisses when you give his sensitive tip a light squeeze as you pull your hand off.

jiyong coughs— throat raw from moaning. heat creeps up his neck, acutely aware of how loud he must’ve been. flustered, he gazes down at you, smirking up at him with a hand coated in cum.

you maintain eye contact as your tongue drags over your palm, lapping up the residue. his dick twitches at the sight of you returning the favour. fuck, give him a moment to recover, and he’ll be just about ready for round two.

you kiss the tip of his dick as it softens, before tucking it back into his boxers and straightening up his waistband. you rise from your feet. jiyong’s in utter awe.

“nothing in the world compares to you,” he reveres, eyes full of stars. “my girlfriend.”

he says it like he’s testing the word on his tongue. he repeats it under his breath as he cups your cheeks, leaving quick pecks all over your face.

you chuckle, giving his shoulder a light shove.

“took you long enough.”

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