#T.O.P

[junnitop]

SEUNGHYUN WITH PINK HAIR ALWAYS HAS ME GOING FERAL AND IS THE BEST HAIR COLOR HES EVER HAD YOU CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE.

like do not even play it was so good

[thanosgf]

choi seung hyun/t.o.p selfies • part one

[moontabi]

MELTED KISSES

kwon jiyong x fem! reader

summary: you made a promise to your best friend seunghyun to join him on his long-awaited summer vacation after years of urging you to meet his friends. unfortunately for you, you find yourself in the company of one of those friends, jiyong, who isn't exactly thrilled about your arrival. that is, until, well, you’re receiving a drunk call or sharing an ice pop with him on a particularly hot day.

warnings: pwp, 18+ content ahead including pet names, dirty talk, masturbation, phone sex, cunnalingus, temperature/cold play, unconventional use of a popsicle, light choking, unprotected sex. enemies to situationship (?)

a/n: first fic im uploading to tumblr! with summer around the corner i wanted to kickstart my page with some good ol jiyong smut, expect more to come :) i was inspired by @loveesiren’s ‘cross my heart’ series when writing this ♡ go read if you haven’t its incredible!

You’re seated comfortably in the passenger seat of Seunghyun's car as he navigates the serpentine coastal road. The soft tunes from the radio create a warm atmosphere, and every so often, Seunghyun glances at you, his smile wide and full of anticipation.

You watch as the scenery changes from the lively city to peaceful beach town, the salty air flowing through the open windows. After years of his persistent begging, you finally agreed to join Seunghyun on his annual summer getaway.

You can't help but think about what this summer will bring. After hearing countless stories from Seunghyun over the years, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbles within you as you ponder whether you'll truly belong there or not.

"Hey, Tabi?" you call out, using Seunghyun's nickname. "Yeah?" he replies, the sun glinting off of his sunglasses. You exhale deeply, contemplating whether to voice the concern that's been lingering in your thoughts. "Do you really think this is a good idea? "Me going on vacation with all your friends like this?"

Seunghyun's brows knit together as he considers your question, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

“What do you mean? You're my best friend; it’s definitely a good idea for you to join me."

He pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “Unless…"

You raise an eyebrow at him, curious about how he’ll finish that thought.

"Unless what?"

Seunghyun stretches his free arm around your seat, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Unless you're worried about being alone with me for almost 2 months,” he says playfully.

You shrug his arm off, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. “Not at all! We’re not teenagers anymore. I can handle myself, you know, and I don’t need you fussing over me the entire trip."

Seunghyun’s lips curl into a grin. "I know, you’re amazing, really.”

A soft smile passes your lips, knowing that this trip will undoubtedly deepen your bond with Seunghyun. Plus, you'll finally have the opportunity to meet his friends properly.

"I’m really looking forward to meeting your friends, Seunghyun." You can see that he's genuinely happy at your words, his expression brightening up considerably. "You'll love them, I promise.”

The rest of the car ride passes in comfortable silence with occasional small talk. Eventually, Seunghyun steers into the expansive driveway of a stunning beach house that seems to have sprung from a dream. With endless ocean waves and golden sands stretching behind it, the scene is mesmerizing.

Just as you begin to take in more of the surrounding area, you see three guys chatting and laughing outside the house. In an instant, you're out of the car, enveloped in tight hugs from Seunghyun's friends, Daesung and Youngbae, who happily share how much they've heard about you from Seunghyun.

As the conversation settles down, you look around the area, your eyes eventually settling on the last of the trio—Jiyong. Seunghyun had often spoke of him, blending his admiration with a hint of caution. "Jiyong's my closest friend, but he can be closed off. Don’t take his attitude personally," he had warned with a small smile.

Jiyong stands a bit away from the others, his dark hair falling over his face while he chats with Seunghyun. A cigarette is held between his fingers, and you notice him take a drag, tilting his head to reveal an angel tattoo at the nape of his neck. His arms and legs are adorned with intricate designs; you can’t deny it makes him look incredibly good, especially coupled with his intense gaze, full lips, and well-defined nose, making him even more appealing.

You realize you’re staring a bit too long when he suddenly catches your eye, his expression one of indifference. With a disinterested glance, he turns back to Seunghyun, and they begin to approach. You quickly shake off your thoughts, diverting your gaze away from him.

Jiyong's expression is icy and detached, showing no interest in your presence. In contrast, Seunghyun beams at you warmly. "Jiyong, this is Y/n; Y/n, this is Jiyong.”

You offer a friendly smile to Jiyong. "It's great to finally meet you."

He responds with a brief nod, his lips forming a tight line.

Well, that felt a bit dismissive.

You choose to overlook the way he scrutinizes you, as if you’re beneath his notice. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat. “Ive got somewhere to be," he mumbles, tossing his cigarette into the sand and crushing it under his sandal before walking off without a second glance.

Seunghyun gives you an apologetic shrug. "He’ll come around; he was the same with me once, believe it or not."

"Oh, I believe it," you reply with a hint of annoyance, while Youngbae offers a reassuring hand on your back. "Don’t let him bother you."

“Let’s unpack and hit the beach!" Daesung exclaims. You manage a half-smile and nod. Aside from Jiyong, you’re definitely looking forward to spending time here.

A couple of weeks have passed, and you've gotten used to living with Seunghyun and the others. Yet, Jiyong's behavior had only deteriorated—whether it's the disdainful looks, the cold shoulder, or the random fights you’d end up having. It felt like there was no way to win with him, and it bugged you even more that you couldn't understand why he hated you so much.

Your patience was wearing thin as your anger towards him continued to grow. But as unbearable as he was, you refused to let it distract you from the beautiful ocean or the late-night bonfires, or the tanning in the sun, or just the sheer happiness this place brought you. You felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Seunghyun for bringing you along.

As night approached, the heat lingered, a constant companion in this paradise, but you relished it. The boys had ventured off to some party one of the other houses was throwing, leaving you to enjoy some well-deserved solitude.

You were starting to get tired, now changing into a pair of low-cut shorts and a loose tank. You settle into bed. Honestly, you were kind of disappointed you didn’t go with them. Don’t get me wrong, alone time was needed, but now that you lay alone in bed, you were missing the lively atmosphere of the boys.

Almost on cue, your cell phone rings. You turn your phone over to see who it was: a random number. You usually didn't answer those, but the location matching made you think it could've been Seunghyun calling from a different number.

So you brought it to your ear after clicking answer.

“Hello?”

A few seconds of silence passed before the sound of muffled movement finally followed. When the movement ceased, you heard the sound of slow breathing.

"Helloooo," you drawled, already annoyed and about to hang up when a familiar voice stopped you.

"Why are you awake?"

You immediately shot up. The voice was undeniably similar to a certain, dark-haired, temperamental man you hated.

It was Jiyong.

"Jiyong?”

Silence again.

"How did you get my number?"

His voice, just above a whisper, low and raspy, he said, "Answer my question first, and I'll answer yours."

You could feel an eye roll coming on.

So annoying.

The words threatened to escape your lips, but you just sighed instead.

You leaned back against your headboard in defeat. Deciding to make this quick, you obliged.

"Well, I was asleep until some random number rudely woke me up." You lied.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you heard more muffled movement. It sounded like he was undressing. You waited silently for a response—preferably an apology with an explanation.

You could’ve easily hung up, not played whatever game Jiyong had up his sleeve this time, but

You made an excuse in your head that you just wanted the name of the person who gave him your number so you could finally hang up, block him, and deal with whoever was responsible in the morning. Your guess is it was probably Daesung…maybe even Seunghyun.

"Liar."

His low, rumbling voice gave you goosebumps. The sound of a belt buckle clicking open in the background made your eyes snap open. The image of him most likely sprawled out on some random surface, hair dishevelled, shirt discarded on the floor, and hands fumbling with his belt flashed across your mind. causing a slight red tint to appear on your cheeks.

Your voice wavers slightly as you manage to utter the words, "I'm sorry?" Your hand tightens around your thigh, your fingers digging into the soft flesh as you try to calm your beating heart.

A slow smile spreads across Jiyong’s face, and he speaks in a low purr. “You're blushing, aren't you? Even now, when I can't see your face, you can't hide it.” His voice dripped with smugness, a tone you've come to dislike over the short time you’ve known him. But there was a new edge to it, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You’re dreaming," you snap back, your voice barely above a whisper. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice.

He sighs dramatically, his voice laced with fake irritation. "Fine, be that way. But just know that I'm over here tormenting myself with images of how I could've been teasing you.”

He pauses for a moment, and you hear a soft groan. "If only I hadn't been dragged to that fucking party, I could've been wrapping my hand around your throat, telling you all the things I hate about you while I kiss you stupid."

You grip the phone tighter, your knuckles turning white, and press your thighs together, trying to ignore the warmth that has begun to pool between them. “You’re drunk,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He lets out a harsh laugh. "Drunk? Maybe. But I meant what I said. If I weren't so fucked up right now, I'd be there to make it happen, dollface."

You swallow hard, your mind racing with images of him doing just that. "Ji…” you breathe out, your voice barely a whisper. "And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” You hear a rustle of fabric and a grunt. "Don't tell me you're not imagining it too.”

You bite your lip, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Jiyong, what's that sound?" You ask breathlessly as you hold the phone to your ear.

The grunt turns into a low, desperate moan, and the rustling of fabric grows louder, more frantic. A warm flush spreads across your cheeks as the realization hits you like a punch to the gut. "Y/n..." he moans again, his voice strained.

You put two and two together, making the realization that he's clearly jerking off to the thought of you, his voice thick with need and frustration. He bites out each word between moans, "Fuck, I'm imagining your face right now, scowling at me... God, you're so fucking cute when you're angry. Makes me want to piss you off some more-“

His hand moves faster, his breathing growing ragged.

“And your goddamn body princess…you have no idea how many times I've pictured those curves under me while I'm being an asshole to you.” He pauses, letting out a sharp hiss.

You sit there with your heart in your throat, moving the phone pressed to your ear onto your mattress, you turn on speaker, his heavy breathing and moans now filling the room. You can feel the warmth between your thighs growing as you imagine him.

"Spread your legs for me?" he slurrs again.

You slowly spread your legs, feeling the cool air hit your clothed center.

He swallows hard, waiting for your response. His brain barely functioning as his hand works his length. "Answer me," he growls softly, "Did you spread those pretty thighs for me?"

You bite your lip, your back arching slightly as you spread your legs wider.

“Y-yes.”

You hear him groan loudly, his voice strained as he realizes you've complied. "Fuck, yes. Just like that." He pumps his hand faster, his breath coming out in short huffs. "Now, reach down and rub your pussy f’me."

You hesitantly bring your fingers down and dip them into your shorts to cup yourself through your thin cotton panties. You let out a soft whimper as you feel how wet you are.

Jiyong hears you moan and starts to lose his composure, his head dropping onto his shoulder. His hand moves with a clumsy urgency.

"Are you touching yourself, baby?" He waits for your response, his thumb rubbing over the head of his dick, spreading his pre-cum.

You whimper softly into the phone, "Mmhm,” You answer honestly, your fingers twitching against your soaked panties. 

What would Seunghyun think of you fooling around with one of his friends like this? Deep down, you know it's not right and yet, you're touching yourself desperately, loving every filthy word that's falling from his lips. 

“We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. Yet, even as you say it, you press harder against your clit.

He lets out a dark chuckle, knowing exactly why you're saying those words - because it feels too good to stop. 

“Then why are your fingers still moving?” He rasps, "Why aren't you hanging up?”

You decide to ignore his question. Instead you finally move your hand into your panties to rub your raw heat more intensely. “Just s-shut up and keep going,” you beg. 

His voice is low and husky, filled with a dark satisfaction. "So easily reduced, from all those comebacks to just needy little whimpers."

Your chest heaves with ragged breaths as you frantically rub your clit, your fingers sliding easily through your soaking-wet folds. You can hear Jiyong's heavy panting at the other end of the line, his hand moving just as quickly.

You're both almost there, your bodies trembling with the need for release.

"Jiyong...m so close..." you gasp.

His voice is strained and desperate as he tries to hold back his own release. "Fuck, I can hear it in your voice...You're right there, fall apart for me baby.” He groans loudly, his hand moving blurily fast.

Your back arches sharply as your fingers swirl rapidly over your sensitive clit.

You're right on the edge, your panties twisted to the side. —one more touch, one more dirty word from him.

Thats when you hear him.

"Be a good girl and cum with me.”

With a final, desperate cry, you shatter.

Your body convulses with pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Your fingers continue to move in slow circles, drawing out your release.

On the other end of the line, you hear Jiyong’s dragged out moan of your name, his own orgasm ripping through him.

After what felt like a few minutes, You finish catching your breath, your post-orgasm fog clearing.

You lick your lips, tasting your own sweat.

“Jiyong?" You wait, hearing nothing but soft breathing.

He fucking fell asleep...

Your mouth twitches, unamused.

“Asshole." You mutter, finally hanging up.

You feel sensitive all over and with it comes a sharp pang of reality.

With a heavy sigh, you toss your phone aside and lay back on your bed. Your body is still warm, still tingling.

But your heart feels cold.

Rising from your spot outside, the sun begins to set, the sky glows orange and pink as you pull the screen door and walk yourself into the kitchen with sweat trickling down your neck from being in the hot summer sun. your taste buds were craving something sweet to cap off the blazing hot day.

You fling open the freezer door, reaching into the box of fruity ice pops, only to be met with the bitter disappointment of an empty ice cream box. You huff in frustration and grip the empty box tightly in your hand. Jiyong is perched on the windowsill, his lengthy frame silhouetted against the vibrant sunset, wearing only a pair of black board shorts.

Of course he was here.

Especially when you were desperately trying to erase the memory of that phone call from last night. You attempted to hide how your body shuddered at the thought of it.

It was a mistake; he was drunk and he probably doesn’t even remember it.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, he loudly sucks on a juicy red popsicle, his lips plump and pink, and his expression unreadable.

There was no stopping you from stomping over to him as you felt your blood run cold. You didn’t know if it was because you wanted the sweet dessert he was taunting you with or because you were trying to convince yourself that last night didn’t affect you.

Your face scrunches up in frustration. His eyes lazily drift over to you, the cold treat dangling as he takes in your irritated expression. "Out of ice cream already?" he drawls, his voice dripping with mock pity.

"What a shame."

Your eyes dart from his face to the half-eaten popsicle, then back again. "You're the one who ate the last one and didn't even bother to throw the empty box away," you accuse, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jiyong smirks infuriatingly, licking the melting droplets off the popsicle. "If you'd spent less time complaining and more time checking the freezer, you wouldn't be empty-handed now.”

Heat rises to your face at his words. "That doesn't change the fact that there's none left!" you exclaim, gesturing at the box again.

“Too bad you didn't think ahead, huh?” Jiyong says, taking a particularly slow lick as he watches your reaction. He grins at the annoyance in your eyes.

Was he seriously enjoying teasing you like this?

Your expression sours even more, and you can't help but bite down on the inside of your cheek, choosing not to respond and give him exactly what he wants.

He pushes it between his lips again, his eyes locked onto yours as he sucks on it. He slowly pulls it out with a 'pop.'

“You know, if you really want a taste, you could always…” Jiyong trails off, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before flicking back up to meet your eyes. “You could always come over here and take it from me.”

You feel your ears burn at his suggestive tone. You know he's fucking with you, but there's something in his eyes that makes your heart race. You stand there for a moment, torn between wanting to smack that smug smile off his face or give in and take what he's offering.

His smirk grows wider, resting one hand on his knee as he tilts his head to the side, the popsicle still held between his fingers. "Go on, princess.”

You didnt wanna admit how wet that made you. You forced yourself to stay in place.

Yet he continued to spur you on relentlessly, “Yell at me again," He licks the popsicle slowly, watching your expression darken. "Call me an asshole," He mumbles around the treat, smirking when you grit your teeth.

“Take what you want-”

You finally lunge at him, trying to snatch the popsicle from his hand. Jiyong anticipates your move and grabs your wrist mid-air, using your momentum to tug you towards him.

You stumble forward, landing abruptly in his lap. His other hand wraps around your waist, holding you firmly against him.

“Let go!” you try to pull away, but his hand around your hip keeps you trapped in his lap.

After some back and forth you stop struggling, your breath hitching as you look into his intense eyes. The popsicle briefly forgotten between his fingers, he mirrors your heavy breathing. You part your lips slightly without meaning to.

His gaze drops to your parted lips, his own parting as he swallows hard. The air between you crackles with tension. Slowly and deliberately, he leans in. His free hand moves from your hip to tangle in your hair, pulling you into a deep, claiming kiss.

The kiss is intense, his tongue immediately invading your mouth with all teeth and tongue. You melt against him, His lips taste like the sweet, artificial flavor of the popsicle, the cold stickiness smeared between your mouths.

You feel intoxicated, not just by the sugary sweetness but by him. He pulls away abruptly, leaving you panting and disoriented.

Did you really just kiss him?

The guy you swore you couldn't stand, the guy you shamefully had drunken phone sex with. The very same man you assumed had no interest in you, last night you convinced yourself it was him just trying to get his dick wet, that you were his only option.

But now, in a moment of clarity, he was genuinely kissing you, and you found yourself yearning for more of his sweet cherry lips.

He looks at you with satisfaction, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He brings the now-melted popsicle up to your lips, the sticky residue glistening on the tip. "Here," he says, his voice husky. "You wanted a taste."

You hesitate for a moment before tentatively sucking the melted popsicle into your lips. The sweet, icy liquid fills your mouth, mingling with the taste of him. He watches, his eyes darkening with approval.

He suddenly lifts you off his lap, his strong hands gripping your waist as he stands you up. In one fluid motion, he shifts positions, lowering himself to his knees in front of you. His hands remain on your hips, holding you steady as he looks up at you with dark eyes.

You look down at him, the world tilting as you see him kneeling at your feet. His hands on your hips tug gently, lifting the light fabric of your sundress higher and higher. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

The cool air hits your bare skin as he exposes you entirely. He brings the popsicle down, the cold making you gasp as he gently presses it against your sensitive slit. Your knees nearly buckle at the contact, one of his strong hands firmly holding your hip to steady you.

You look down at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight of him kneeling between your legs, his eyes locked on your most intimate place, sends a wave of heat through you.

You feel the cold popsicle press against your folds again and your hips jerk slightly as he rubs the frozen treat slowly up and down. It's cold, almost painfully so, but also somehow incredibly arousing. He spreads your legs wider with his free hand, making you whimper.

"Please…” you murmur, watching his head between your thighs.

He suddenly replaces the popsicle with his warm, skilled tongue, lapping at the sticky sweet juice that's dripping down your thighs. He licks the cold, sugary residue off your sensitive flesh, his hands gripping your hips to pull you closer. "So fuckin’ sweet baby.”

He smirks against your pussy, nipping lightly at your clit with his teeth before soothing it with a swirl of his tongue.

He looks up at you with a mocking glint in his eye. "So sensitive," he taunts, his breath hot on your core.

With a whine, you reach down to grab a handful of his hair.

You pull sharply, forcing his face deeper into your pussy. He growls against your wet folds at the sudden tug, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through you. His tongue delves deeper inside you. The ice pop discarded as he starts to thrust his tongue in and out, fucking you with his mouth as his tattooed hands tighten on your hips.

He continues his relentless assault on your pussy, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive you wild.

You can feel the pressure building, your orgasm threatening to explode as your hips grind against his face. Just as you're about to tumble over the edge, he suddenly pulls away.

He stands abruptly. He knew exactly how close you were, and now he is going to make you suffer for it. Before you can react, he spins you around and pushes you face-first against the windowsill.

He wraps one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to leave you slightly breathless. With his other hand, he tugs his shorts down just enough to take his cock out. He kicks your legs apart with his foot, positioning himself behind you. "Just look at the view, princess.”

Your hands scrabble at the windowsill as he chokes you, the pressure on your throat dizzying you. The cool glass presses against your flushed cheeks and heaving chest, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance from behind, and you know what's coming.

"Ji, please don’t tease me…” you manage to gasp out.

He loosens his grip on your throat slightly, allowing you to breathe shallowly as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock from behind. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin, "Such pretty pleas for someone who hates me so much." Then, without warning, he slams into you hard, his thick length filling you completely in one brutal thrust. Your hands slip down the window as you cry out, your pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

He starts to fuck you relentlessly, his hips snapping against your ass as he holds your neck in a light choke.

Your body is a mess of sensations—the cold glass against your front, the brutal fucking from behind, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your throat with each thrust. You can feel your orgasm building again, faster this time, fueled by the rough treatment and the dangerous position.

He shifts his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your knees shake. His lips trail over your shoulder, gentle kisses turning into sharp bites that will definitely leave bruises.

"So tight,” he grunts, his movements growing more erratic. His hand slides up to grip your jaw, forcing your head back and breaking your view of the beach. "Look at me when I make you come."

You moan loudly as he hits that spot again, your body betraying you by pushing back against his hips. He watches your face closely, sees your mouth open in silent cries.

His thumb presses against your lips, pushing inside your mouth as he fucks you harder. The dual penetration sends you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you as you gasp around his thumb, your eyes watering from the intensity.

He's quick to pull his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his lips as he swallows your screams. His own release hits him hard, his cock pulsing deep inside you. With a final thrust, he pulls out completely just as the first spurt of cum hits your lower back.

He holds you there against the window and strokes himself with tight snaps of his wrist, painting your ass and the small of your back with his hot release. His breathing is heavy, but his eyes maintain that intense dominance as he marks you with his cum.

He releases your dress, letting it fall back into place. His fingers gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the tender gesture at odds with his harsh tone. His thumb brushes your cheek briefly before he drops his hand.

"Don't tell Seunghyun about this.”

Without another word, he turns and leaves the room, leaving you standing there alone. The click of the door behind him is final, leaving you with nothing but your guilty thoughts and the feeling of his cum drying on your skin.

[flymetothexmoon]

Bikes + Leather-Studded Kisses

Warnings: Mentions of Nictoine. Dry humping. Public smut. Oral F!Receiving on Motorcycle.

Pairing: Established Relationship with Choi Seunghyun x F!Reader.

Authors Note: definitely not the first fanfic about Seunghyun and Reader on a Motorcycle so kudos + respect to the person who wrote it first because you a real one. This is my take on a quote my beautiful girl @aizshallnotbefound said in a moment of silliness so pls be nice. enjoy~

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚♡ɞ˚

Maybe you were having a midlife crisis.

Or maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

It was Saturday, the type of Saturday where the cherry blossoms were in bloom and you could feel the sun hitting your skin.

You, however, were not in Yongdap-dong for the cherry blossoms. Somehow, you found yourself in front Ducati Korea as your eager eyes began to scan the outside of the building. Buying a motorcycle was not always something you envisioned doing when turning the age you did, but it was either go check out bikes or dye your hair something crazy and you figured given your boyfriend's past of random hair coloring experimentation, you would do the later.

The doors to the establishment eventually unlocked with the clicking sound from the mechanics of the interior locking system. It was now or never.

You could feel your eyelashes fluttering against your eyelids as your feet made their way inside of the building; the smell of the leather jackets that were for individual sale, the sound of employees offering one another the slight murmur of small talk, the sight of all different models of motorcycle that glistened in the vehicle showroom– you could practically taste the somehow bitter yet watered down coffee they provided for guests and employees alike.

It did not take long for someone to make their way over to where you were. Assuming it was someone on their sales team, you smiled warmly at the person coming toward you.

This person was dressed with the three c's in mind; comfort, collectiveness, and confidence, as the two of you began simple conversation of them asking what brought you in, what you were looking for out of a motorcycle, and financing.

You were brought back to their desk as you took the seat across from them, your eyes darting from the keyboard they were typing on to also aborbing your surroundings as more people began to walk into the shop.

"I hate to pry, but you mentioned this was your mid life crisis moment so you did not color your hair. You do not seem that old... may I ask your age?"

Honestly you could not remember the last time someone was so direct with you. When you answered, the sales professional nodded, smiling warmly at the comment.

"I would have never guessed. You look great."

The rest of the process was quick, easy, and dare you say painless considering you were at the mercy of the person selling you this motorcycle.

You had already taken the vehicle for a test drive and you were currently waiting to be cleared for purchase. As you sat in the same comfortable but somehow also uncomfortable chair, you twiddled with your thumbs, the ring on your left middle finger making contact with the top part of your knuckle on your thumb.

"No need to be nervous. Right now we are waiting on a bank approval for the loan to check the funds are really there. As of now it looks like you could be driving off in your new motorcycle. Can I interest you in some accessories while we wait? Most women love the idea of getting a new jacket, or maybe some designer gloves so they do not blister their hands..."

Interrupting your thoughts, the canine part of your teeth began to chew at the sensitive skin of the inside of your cheek.

Nodding, you agreed to at least take a look.

Seunghyun, your boyfriend, had always told you how delicate your hands were. He was the type of man who paid for your manicures, his excuse being that he wanted to be in charge of what he saw when your hands were in sync with your mouth when both body parts were wrapped perfect around him.

As you followed your sales professional to the part of the showroom where they kept accessories, your feet began to glide across the tiled floor with ease, your hands holding the delicate fabric between your fingers, the little tiny rhinestones on each ring finger were bouncing off the iridescent light fixtures.

The pesrson selling you the motorcycle followed close behind, but kept their distance as you continued to test the fabric to each jacket, feeling the different types of leather as you finally stopped at one specific one; one you knew Seunghyun would love.

"This is it. This is the one I am panning to get."

It did not take long for the person behind you to nod their head as they eagerly grabbbed the appropriate size and design you'd pointed out. Continuing to walk around, you did indeed end up buying a pair of gloves that would balance the look of the bike and the jacket you'd just chosen.

Before long, your name was being called, bringing you back to the days when you were in school.

An approval.

You smiled wide, your freshly manicured nails glistening in the light once again as you signed your name across a dotted line, extending your hand out to the person who you'd just spent a few hours of your day with.

Somehow, you'd kept this little secret of yours away from Seunghyun as you stood outside the establishment, the familiar of feeling of the sun radiating back on your arms as you admired the motor vehicle in front of you. You had known Seunghyun would not be home for a few hours to admire its beauty in the sunlight, so you were sure to make a point to change your attire later in the day.

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As the day grew in time, the different hues in the sky began to change as you admired the sun slowly setting.

The ride to you and Seunghyun's shared penthouse was not a long one, less than hour to be exact, as you waited for his return. You were more comfortable on the bike than you anticipated being and the way your back arched while leaning forward was almost sinful as your hands held onto the handle bars appropriately.

It did not take long for you to change into the appropriate attire you wanted to be wearing the moment Seunghyun got home. It was simple, yet practical as you paired a pair of high wasted dark wash jeans with ripped holes at the knee, a pair of ankle boots that cut off at the ankle, and a lace top with frills at the neckline that complimented the leather jacket you'd purchased earlier and the leather gloves you'd also purchased earlier.

Your eyelashes fluttered against your lids as the different colors in the sky began to remind you of cotton candy, a sweet treat you had not had since childhood, but the familiarity still crushing your bones from the inside out.

Eventually, you could see headlights forming in the distance as a blacked out vehicle started to come up on the hill you two lived on. Upon squinting, you realized it was Seunghyun and who you assumed was his driver for the day.

As the vehicle got closer, eventually parking right in front of where were standing, your smile only widened as the door opened and your boyfriend was slowly emerging out of the door. His back was still to you as you saw his long fingers holding the tip of the door's window for balance and him handing the driver money. You noticed him bow in respect and gratitude for the lift as he removed his hand from the window, closing the door shut behind him.

Seunghyun always waited for the driver to leave before making his way into the house. He still had not noticed you were there, let alone, what you were standing with. You watched him bow a second time, his lips curving into an exhausted smile as he finally turned to face you.

You could not hold the excitement any longer as you watched in real time his eyes widening at the sight of you, at the sight of the bike you were previously leaning against as you reached up, holding his neck tightly and pushing your chest against against his. His heartbeat was loud and spertatic against yours as you felt his arms shake a little as they wrapped around your smaller frame.

Seunghyun somehow pulled you closer as his head found its way to look behind the two of you, looking at the bike that sat parked neatly behind both of you. He pulled away only slightly, his fingers rubbing tiny circles into your hips as you waited for any kind of reaction he could give you.

The taller man stayed silent and still, the only movement coming from his fingers on your hips you pushed on him closer, doing anything to feel him against you. Seunghyun only shifted at the contact, a murmured gasp leaving his vocal cords and a pop from the muscle in his jaw.

"Princess, why is there bike in our driveway?"

Finally, you let out an even louder excited giggle as you shimmied out of his grasp, pulling his hand that was once drawing little circles in your hip into the clasp of your hand as you dragged him the small distance to the bike, practically jumping up and down as you watched him admire the motor vehicle. His hand let go of yours for a second so he could circle the vehicle properly, his hand slowly extending to grace his fingers across the matte black paint.

"Well. As you know, my birthday was recently here, and I was thinking about what I could get for myself as a milestone gift. I thought about maybe dying my hair, but I saw someone riding around in one recently and it reminded me of when I got my motorcycle license a while back and never did anything with it. Surprise?"

You'd watched Seunghyun do a full walk around of the bike, his fingers still gracing against the paint job like he was trying to savor the feel of the finish. Like a nervous tick, his tongue darted from his mouth, licking the perfect stride against his lips slowly.

He was in deep thought.

Seunghyun continued to wet his lips and it was like everything shut off in the decision making part of your brain as you began to feel like mush, your legs closing tightly against one another, solely based off primal instinct as you hoped he did not notice.

Of course he did.

He notices everything you do— especially when it came to the beauty flower that was between your legs.

The taller man stopped what he was doing, stepping closer to you again, his hands finding your hips once more as they firmly grasped onto them like you needed him to stay straight. Before you could say anything else, you were off the ground and you were sat on the bike you'd just purchased, facing the opposite direction as the handlebars as the grip your boyfriend had on you tightened, his body closing in on yours as you inhaled deeply and took in his scent.

Marlboro Red cigarettes and Teakwood.

Seunghyun was closer than before as his breath hitched at the base of your neck where it met your collarbone. His lips parted slightly, the canine part of his teeth gracing against the sensitive and exposed area of your skin as you gasped quietly at the sudden feeling.

"You taste like cherries. Are you wearing your cherry perfume again or have you been hitting your silly little vape again? I told you that stuff is bad for you, Princess."

His teeth bit down harder as they managed to hit the bulging part of your collarbone this time, his tongue gently circling the inflamed area.

"Considering you smoke cigarettes all day, I do not think you have a valid excuse to make fun of me for my vape flavor of choice, old man. Sorry for wanting my lungs to be flavor coated,"

Your boyfriend's laugh was low, the vibration from his vocal cords causing the entire upper part of your body to lock up and the bottom half of your body going into a full spasm nodes. Honestly you did not know what was worse, and before you could think of another clever response to defuse the situation, his lips were on yours. By the way his lips felt on yours, it could have fooled you into thinking it had been longer since you were last intimate.

Like instinct, your hands went to the shirt he was wearing; a black simple button down that had the first two top buttons undone, a simple action that made you think of sin when you imagined the release it must have him when he did that. The tips of your nails were peaking through the fingerless portion of the riding gloves you were wearing, the manicured tips gently sliding across the exposed part of his chest.

It did not take long for Seunghyun to audibly groan against your lip, his body pushing against yours with a sense of urgency as his tongue forced his way into your mouth, not even bothering to beg for an entry way. As Seunghyun moved his body against yours, one of his planted firmly next to you on the seat of the bike you were sat on, the faint sound of his nails digging into the leather as you held onto his shirt tighter.

Seunghyun was a lot of things, but one thing that he could not pride himself in was his lack of patience. He was never satisfied doing just one thing, and had always to take things to a notch, and that was no exception when it came to your sex life. For being such a private person, somewhere deep in his soul he craved attention more than most, and maybe that is why he went into the entertainment industry, so he could hide when needed and to be praised when needed.

You barely had time to notice Seunghyun's own leather jacket he was wearing until he finally pulled away from you and leaving the the both of you gasping for air as you locked eyes. By how you two looked, people would think you were high off more than each other as both: your and his pupils were completely blown from the best drug on the market— intimacy.

"Do you have any idea what you did to me tonight, mm? The way I come back from doing press all day to you standing here next to this bike, the way you got all dolled up in a lace top and leather jacket as if you are not already the hottest woman I'd ever seen."

Slowly, your cheeks turned the same color as the sun setting behind you both.

You wanted to thank him, but before your brain had time to form a complete sentence, his hands were back on you, only this time they were at your knees as he forced them to be spread and on display for him his eyes went straight to your core.

Seunghyun moved his head to the side, his jaw slightly popping again, as he quickly dropped to his knees in front of you like he was praying to a God he did not know he needed until his eyes were at level with you. You still had your jeans on but that did not stop the man from moving his middle finger down your clothed folds like he knew exactly where each part of you was— and he did.

His finger continued to work its way up and down the center most part of your jeans as your legs squirmed the tiniest bit. Not because you did not want him to continue, but because you did.

Your boyfriend quickly caught onto this as his left quickly darted upward grabbing the exposed part of your knee as his thumb drew circles on over the ripped part of the fabric and the soft touch of your knee itself as he spread you even further, his hand staying put as a way to keep you still.

Seunghyun began to mumble at the sight of you, his tongue escaping to wet his lips once again as you made out something he was mumbling. It was rushed, and in Korean, but you still understood every word.

"진짜 존나 아름다워. 마지막 식사처럼 널 음미할 거야."

Everything that happened next was a blur when your hips began to raise, only slightly, as you now sat bare on the leather seating of the bike. The seat was cold, but under the soft hues of pinks and purples from the sky and for all you'd already endured since Seunghyun got home, you could not be anymore warm.

Your boyfriend was still sat on his knees in front of you, his own dark wash jeans hitting the pavement to the driveway as he seemed to take forever admiring you. The tint of his yellow sunglasses was slightly reflective as you watched his hands remove them from his face and place them behind his own head neatly as he moved closer to you and began to slide his middle finger back to at the center of you, only this time his finger hitting you bare.

"I don't know why you bought this thing... If you wanted something to sit on and take a ride on, my face and cock have always been an option..."

That was all it took.

That was all you needed, and to be frank, all he needed before his mouth was on yours.

Hot, wet, and needy. So dam needy.

Your hips were already grinding against his face as you involuntarily jerked forward to give him better access as one of your hands dug into the leather seat and your other tangled deep into his dark roots, your almond shaped nails scratching at his scalp in response.

Seunghyun had been interested in art ever since he could remember, but he swore he had never seen something so artistic and beautiful until he first experienced his face being between your legs and his mouth attached your pussy like he would never have the blessing to eat another meal.

It was not until you began to continuously scratch at his scalp when you felt a vibration from his vocal cords vibrate against you like a goddamn orchestra.

His mouth felt like fire and the only that could reduce the flame was the wetness between and around your fold. The taller man's tongue would move up the same way it would move down as he tried to savor the taste like he wanted to remember for later. His mouth closed in on you as you felt the movement of his lips placing delicate, sloppy, kisses at the core of your pussy.

You squirmed again, your own head tilting back in the moment as your hand tugged at his sensitive roots.

Seunghyun leaned back quickly, his mouth leaving you as he looked up at you, completely wrecked and unaware of his intense gaze on you as his now swollen lips parted slightly, the arrousl of you still glissening across the bottom parts of his chin.

"Princess. If you do not stop squirming, I will leave you out here...."

Even in your wrecked state, you paused.

He paused.

Eventually, you whimpered in response.

His head dove back to you, only this time when his mouth latched onto yours, he quickly added a finger into you as well.

The pleasure was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Sure, Seunghyun ate you out; in fact, he usually tried to at least once a day, but he never dared to eat you out like this, and in public where any of his neighbors could potentially see the two of you.

Seunghyun's one finger inside of you quickly turned to two as the metal one of his rings became a prominent part of the sensation. He was knuckle deep into you as his fingers pumped in and out of you, setting an already painful pleasurable pace inside of you. The way his fingers curled just enough, and the way his mouth latched onto your pussy like he was writing out his own godddamn full name in cursive.

His finger movements started to get sloppy, at point his fingers slamming into you once and then staying there as you began to tremble around him, and he boy could he tell.

Not only were his finger movements slowing down, but his the way his tongue began to dart at the bud of your pussy more quickly, he knew it was going to happen soon and you were both ready.

"Seunghyun, I— please. I'm going to cum. Need your mouth... and your fingers."

You would not be able to feel how hard he was, not yet anyway, and you definitely would not be able to say much more before his lips began to violently suck on you again and his fingers began to pump in and out of you again.

Half of him wanted to tell you to be his good girl and cum, half of him wanted to pull away from you all together and shove his own jeans to the pavement and fuck you stupid, but in the moment all he could properly comprehend was good damn good you tasted on his mouth.

Seunghyun's movements were fast and all you needed was the warmth of the metal from the ring on his middle finger and the warmth of his mouth signing a single "n" with the flick of his tongue as he signed his name into you one last time.

By the time you'd actually finished, the sky had gew darker and the moo began to shine through a nearby tree as Seunghyun pulled his mouth away from you, leaning back so his back supported his knees, removing his fingers from you as well with the sound of a pop from the wetness of inside you.

Bringing his two digits to his mouth, he licked his fingers clean of you, watching as you slowly caught your own breath and made eye contact.

"Good thing the seats were leather..."

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Posting my cringe gtop art here enjoyyy :333 im REALLY happy with the spacesuit lol. As always i struggled with gdragons face

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최승현 for Elle, September 2009

“How about I mess up my hair for this cut?”

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Simply floored!!

T.O.P

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[itsonlyskye]

Y’all better not turn on Choi Seung-Hyun if he decides to not show up for that Tudum Netflix special. If he’s not ready or not comfortable to show up then that’s fine. We’re just all so proud of him for being nominated, (hopefully wins 🤞). Baby boy, just know we’re cheering you on from afar and we love you and are so proud of you.

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bigbang matchmaking event!

hello lovelies! i’d like to announce that i will be doing a matchmaking event! i got inspired by my lovely and talented mutual @namsgyu who is also doing a matchmaking special!! in order to participate, send in an ask that specifies that you’d like to be involved!

after doing so please answer the following questions below:

what’s your name? if you’re uncomfortable with disclosing such personal details, you may go on anon mode as long as you select an emoji!

what are your pronouns/gender identity? also let me know whether you present more feminine, masculine, or something outside the gender binary umbrella!

tell me a little about your personality (extrovert vs introvert, humor, coping skills, etc.)

what are some of your hobbies?

biggest pet peeve?

what is your perception of an ideal partner along with an ideal date?

what is your love language?

how would you describe your clothing style? (coquette, grunge, goth, etc)

free response question! tell me some things about yourself that will help me match you up more easily. this can be anything! (favorite color, height, music, love language, or just anything random)

do you want sfw headcanons, nsfw headcanons, or both? if you answer nsfw, please let me know some of your kinks and what way you lean in the bedroom (dom, sub, switch).

after answering all the questions, you will be matched with one of the following:

g-dragon/ kwon jiyong

choi seunghyun/t.o.p

kang daesung

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battlefield | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: running into your ex boyfriend during the squid games was the last thing you expected ・❥・word count: 719 ・❥・warnings: uh... usual squid game stuff. ・❥・ authors note: this is a short one just to test the waters but im obsessed with this man after watching squid game 2 <333

There he was. The last person you’d ever expected to see in this place. Player 230. Choi Su-Bong or, as the world knew him as, Thanos. The bright purple hair had been easy to spot. The last few months had been spent avoiding him so why did fate want to throw you together in this place? Wherever the hell this place was. You still weren’t even sure but as you walked up the stairs to the first game, you didn’t really care. All you wanted to do was lay low and make sure that Thanos didn’t see you. A conversation with your ex boyfriend was the last thing you wanted.

Things had ended badly between the two of you when he’d lost all his money thanks to the crypto scam. It had changed him, turned him into someone you didn’t recognise anymore so when the arguments started and his behaviour became erratic, you knew you had to get out of there. So, you did. You left and had never looked back. All you wanted was enough money to get out of the city and far, far away. There was nothing here for you anymore. If you could win the games then you could finally start fresh somewhere.

Walking through the doors onto a floor of sand and brightly coloured walls, you heard the voice of Thanos talking to his friend. Instantly, you looked down at the ground, hoping he didn’t see you. Unfortunately for you, he had stood next to you. His eyes scanned your face before recognition lit his eyes up.

“Senorita!” He said in a sing-song voice, wide grin on his face as he outstretched his arms. “What are you doing here? Come on, give me a hug.”

“None of your business and no thanks,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m hurt,” he splayed his hand on his chest over his heart. As much as he was using his confident swagger to irritate you, deep inside he couldn’t be more glad to see you. “Not even going to give me a chance to talk, huh? That’s stone cold.”

As the rules of the game echoed through the speakers, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. His hand had raised to his friend to stop him from talking to him so he could get a proper look at you. When you had left, that had been the breaking point for him. Everything had gone downhill from there. For so long he’d been trying to seek you out, to apologise but he knew you’d been avoiding him. Your friends wouldn’t tell him where you were, your family had chewed him out the second he had showed up on their doorstep so, eventually, he’d given up. But, here you were.

As Player 456 shouted out about the game being a lie and that you were going to die, your head shot up. Surely he couldn’t be telling the truth, right? Red Light, Green Light was a children’s game. At most you were probably going to be out of the running for the cash if you were caught moving.

“He’s crazy,” Thanos said. It was his way of trying to comfort you. He had instantly noticed the slight panic in your eyes, the way you were rubbing your hands against your thighs. “Don’t listen to him.”

All you could do was nod but there was a gut feeling inside you telling you that maybe it wasn’t entirely all crazy talk. Something about this whole thing felt off. Your eyes caught some girl talking, her hands waving around then suddenly she was on the ground. Instantly, fear gripped you, your stomach dropping. The room around you started to spin – you were really going to die here.

“Hey, hey,” Thanos had reached out, his hand gripping yours as he stood in front of you, back to you. “Stay behind me. I won’t let anything happen to you. You hear me? Stay behind me.”

“But… what if…” The sheer panic in your voice made his heart clench.

“No. We’re both getting out of here alive, okay? Now, stay behind me.” His protective instinct had kicked in. Right now, he didn’t care if you hated him. All he cared about was making sure you survived this so maybe, just maybe, he could finally make things right.