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little-dragon-stories · 3 years

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It took me too much time

A friends to lover journey for Jiyong and Y/n. Here’s how it all began.

Warning: Smut, language, cuteness overload. Oooh, in the smut part, there is a bit of masochism (not to an extreme, it’s cute. Said in another way, she loves it when it hurts a bit), outdoor sex. Also, a big fear of storms, the mention of a fire.

W.C. 17796 (of pure hapiness... it made me very happy to write it <3)

Personal note: This is one of my fav gif of Ji. Let’s pretend that it’s him as he’s having a good time with his best friend, okay? Okay!

Sorry for that title and description, I didn’t know how to name it until now, LMAO.

Hopefully, you will love this one. It’s cute, sexy, funny. There is angst too.

Here it is

A double date, 5 years ago.

You were not sure if it was a good idea but you couldn’t refuse to go. It was a gift on a silver plate for your friend, more likely your favorite co-worker. Jiyong had agreed to go on a date with her but at one condition: it had to be a double date. Apparently, his friend Seunghyun was head over toes for you and was too shy to ask you out. It was the perfect occasion for Jiyong, maybe he would get some and his friend would have a chance to meet the girls he was silently in love with. Well, most precisely, to have a complete conversation instead of the formalities you exchanged when you served him at the café.

You were working in a café where the boys came to relax and eat after their practice At the time they came, the café was almost emptied from the patreons. They were the best friends in the world, bandmates working hard to pursue their dream in the music industry. They had made their debut a while ago and the reactions were enthusiastics. The press had good reviews of their albums and the fan base grew. They were starting big.

“It will be fun,” she said, “believe me, Seunghyun is such a cutie pie, a perfect match for you. Plus, you never went on a double date before so you can’t tell me that you don’t like it”.

“Okay but I’m only doing it for you. You owe me one girl...”

This is when you had met Seunghyun and Jiyong and got to have a real conversation with them. During the date, your friend was drooling in front of Jiyong, drinking each one of his words, a slanted smile across her face. It was cutely pathetic to witness.

Because you weren’t in a place in your life to have a boyfriend, you made it clear with Seunghyun that it would not be possible. Oh! perfect he was! He had a beautiful face, a sharp sense of humor, a deep voice and a tender smile. He was just magnificent. It could have worked, under different circumstances. It really could have.

When it was time to split and as much as they didn’t seem to fit together, Jiyong and your friend decided that they wanted to pursue the night together. Seunghyun had dropped you to your place, you exchanged phone numbers before you left his car. You didn’t fall for him the way he wanted but at least, he was a good person and you were willing to get to know him better, as a friend.

Even though the evening turned out to be a flop on the romantic level, something wonderful came of it. Your friendship with Jiyong and somehow with Seunghyun too. Just for that, the double date was more than worth it.

Present day

“Earth to the moon! 1.2, 1.2! There’s distortion on the line” Jiyong mocked.

“Sorry, I was thinking… Do you remember the first time we met?”

"Oooh! You mean the night I had the worst sex ever with that annoying bartender?”

“Damn boy, don’t be so mean. That poor girl did her best! She was probably so stressed to be in front of you. You were already a sex symbol back then!”

“True, I was undeniably sexy already” he said, shaking his butts but realizing what he just did, his cheeks turned pink.

Both of you laughed. You have lost your friendship with her the day Jiyong broke up with her, 2 weeks after the double date. Because you continued to talk to him, she cut you off of her life, telling you that you were not “on her side”. The last time you heard about her, she had divorced from her husband and was dating an old but rich CEO. She didn’t change at all, bitch was a sucker for money and status.

“Still Ji, you got to know me that night! You won in the long run, man!” you said, proudly flipping your hair.

“Aww! You’re so cute” he cooed, “True! What would I do without that adorable friend of mine that crashes my sofa each time they announce a storm” he said piling up the plates that had dried on the kitchen counter.

“Hey, it scares me okay?”

“Oh! I know you are scared but what the fuck am I suppose to do to protect you? I can’t stop the lightning from falling over your head!”

“YAH! You’re supposed to help me calm down! Not to scare the shit out of me!”

“Girl, you are so much cuter when you don’t have that badmouth!”

“I don’t want to be cute Ji! I just don’t want to die tonight! Did you see the sky? It’s gonna be hell of a storm, I’m telling you” you pointed to the window to mark your point.

“I hope we’ll survive!” he teased. He came closer to you and kissed your temple while one of his hands rested on your shoulder in a protective way. “At least you bought sushi! If we die tonight, it will be with a filled tummy. I have a new wine that will be perfect with it, too”.

“Ji, I don’t like it at all. I’m really scared. Don’t mock me”.

“I know, love! I’m just teasing you”.

Fun fact, you were not that scared of the storm anymore. Well, you were still scared but not petrified like you used to be. But because you had that habit of crashing his sofa and getting those nights in each time there was an appearance of a storm, you neglected to specify it to your friend.

“Anyway, I hope I didn’t ruin your plans. You can go, if you have a date you didn’t tell me about or something”.

“Nah, I have nothing to do that cannot be done from here, maybe just a little work. Plus, I have to protect you from the lightning with my super powers! What would you do without me?” he giggled.

You smiled at him tenderly. Jiyong was such a wonderful person. You were more than happy that you had the chance to call him your friend. He always had your back and you always had his. It was like that, you two against the world. For some reasons, each time something happens to one of you, the other would automatically feel it and call right away. It was like a premonition, a soulmate thing. It made you both smile and care for the other even more.

Of course, when one of you was in a relationship things got complicated. Your partners didn’t always understand that need you both have to call each other on a daily basis. “If she/he is so important to you, why don’t you marry her/him”? You both heard that often.

“Awww! You’re my personal superhero! I like that! By the way, before you arrived, I filled your fridge with side dishes and lunch boxes. I cooked for myself, so I brought you some”.

“You’re a bad liar, missy. You cooked for us, not for yourself only. You even bought us matching lunch boxes last month”

“True… I cooked for the both of us! And true, I bought it knowing it was matching, I couldn’t resist! Don’t make a big deal out of it, it was just too cute. Instead of a bff bracelet, we have bff matching lunch boxes” you exclaimed.

“Aaaaaw! Finally, you admit it was made to match! Thanks hun, I love the boxes and I love even more the food that you put in it”.

“My pleasure Mr Kwon! Let’s shower before it rains”

“ Why do you keep saying that?”

“It’s common sense and commun knowledge that you can’t shower or bathe when it rains in case there will be a storm, okay? I’ll go first”.

You ran to the bathroom before he had the time to argue. You knew what he was about to say anyway. He told you many times but you were still really scared of it. When you were a teenager, lightning crashed a utility pole near your house, causing an electrical fire. The strong winds had pushed the flames and your house was set on fire despite the heavy rain. It all happened while you were in the shower. That night, you were babysitting your little brother and you had to evacuate the house in a towel with him in your arms. The bad association of shower and strom had stuck in your head even though there was nothing dangerous for real. You were doing your best and you were fighting against your fear with all the courage that you had, but you still had to work more.

You turned the water off, got out of the luxurious shower and sighted with ease when your feet landed on the fluffy bath mat. Caressing the soft fabric with your toe, you wonder if you were walking on something that was worth more than the price of your car!

“Jiiiiii! Jiyong!" when he didn’t answer the tenth time you called out his name, you went out of the bathroom. You were wrapped in his bathrobe with your hair raised in a white towel “Where the hell are you?” you called out.

“YAH! Don’t swear love. It’s not cute” He was adding the dressing on top of a roasted veggies salad he just fixed for you. He didn’t like it but he knew it was your favorite. Therefore, he always kept the ingredients in his fridge to be able to serve you one. That and your favorite chocolate, your favorite champagne and wine, your favorite ice cream and so much more little things that you cherish.

“I don’t need to be cute because you already are whipped for me. Plus, I’m not your girl, so cute or not, you’re not supposed to care!”

“What are you saying? You’re the cutest girl of them all, why can’t you see it? You’re my sweet but bad mouthed girl”.

At that moment, he lifted his head and noticed how you were dressed. More likely, not dressed, in front of him. You were so cute with your concerned face, frowning with an obvious concern written on your face. He turned his head to look the other way around, covering his eyes with one hand and blushing shyly.

“I’m sorry I took your bathrobe but you were not answering me”.

“I didn’t hear you, what is it that you had to come here naked?”

“I’m not naked, relax for god’s sake! Plus a body is a body, we’re all constructed on the same pattern. So please, just calm down”.

“I can’t relax. You’re naked in front of me”

“Not naked, Sweet baby Jesus. You wanna see what naked really is?” You teased, toying with the knot of the dressing gown. Of course you would never open it and flash your naked body to him like that but he was annoying with his conservative ass and you felt a little bit provocative.

“Yah! Keep it for your man, you naughty!”

“Jesus Christ… I won’t undress, take it easy. Anyway, I’m done with the shower. I just wanted to tell you that it’s your turn. Go, before the storm starts, it’s so dark it will soon. I’ll get dressed in your room, okay?”.

Uncomfortable, he didn’t argue and ran into the shower.

He didn’t like to see you undressed, for some reasons. He was always telling you “love, can you buy longer skirts next time?”, “A bikini, are you kidding me? Why not a normal one piece swimsuit?”, “Please Y/n, don’t walk around the house in just a towel”. Jiyong had a vision of nudity that was beyond your comprehension. You never saw each other naked, that goes without saying. And of course, you never complied to his demands, telling him that you were not more or less dressed than other women of your age, which was true. You were not wearing revealing clothes anyway, he was just too old fashion. Maybe you were pushing it with the towel thing but hey! He was even worse than you, walking in his briefs way more often than you were ‘indecent’ yourself.

When he came out of the shower, you had comfortably draped your neck with a long scarf. You were wearing a Bigbang crop top with the inscription 'V.I.P for life" and short shorts that you wore to sleep only. A long cream cardigan buttoned up to your chin covered it all. You knew you wouldn’t need more clothes to stay warm, you had a big blanket resting on the armrest of his couch.

You finished assembling the plates with the sushi, served yourself an extra big portion of his salad and put it all on the coffee table in the living room. The wine and the bottle opener were waiting on the table with some nachos, salsa and candies for later. It was usually sitting on the floor with your back leaning against the sofa as you started the evening. Normally you weren't able to finish a movie because one or the other often fell asleep before the end. More likely, it was him that fell asleep. Then, you would always gently slide his head on a small cushion over your thighs and stroke his hair. At the end of the film, you never had the courage to wake him up, you knew that his sleep was precious and that he often suffered from insomnia. You let him in the same position and fell asleep with your head uncomfortably leaned against the couch. In the morning, he had moved and would be in a different position, on the floor. You didn’t know that he never realised the scalp and head massages. Tonight, he will notice though.

Jiyong had the bad idea to put a horror movie at night like this one, when you were already nervous. He didn’t think twice, as soon as the movie you wanted to watch for so long was out, he bought it for you. He was not a bit interested in it but he knew you would be happy.

“Tadam,” he cutely said when the title appeared on the screen.

“Oh, thanks Ji, you remembered”.

“Duh! Of course, you kept rambling about it for days” he teased.

“I’m happy, at least I’ll be scared for something else than the storm. It’s perfect”.

The movie had started and really soon, Jiyong knew that he wouldn’t make it through the end.

It was the thunder that awakened him. There was rain, lightning and strong winds outside. Despite the storm roaring, he felt enveloped in a big comforting bubble, cocooned under a blanket like a burrito. Above all, the familiar and comforting smell, your smell, that shielded him with security and pure happiness. He felt as if he was in a dream. He was too comfortable to open his eyes but he knew his head was on your thighs and it was your hands on his neck.

Your hands… on his neck!

You had slipped your fingers under his nape, cupping it, your thumbs resting gently on his throat. He felt vulnerable but yet, secure at the same time. He felt raw, in the most beautiful and pure way. He recognised your scent, your warmth, your breathing. What was he doing, lying on you like that? He wasn’t sure but he never felt like home more than right now. A little confused, he opened his eyes and analysed his surroundings.

You were concentrated on what was happening to the screen, softly murmuring advice to the characters in order to, as far as he could tell, not being murdered with a chainsaw.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid… Girl, at this point it will be natural selection… See, I told you! You deserved it, not gonna lie”

Jiyong smiled at your cuteness. This is when he felt your hands start to move on his neck.Your fingers were making a gentle downward pressure close to the base of the skull, you were stretching his neck muscles and it was orgasmic. He said nothing, did nothing and even stopped thinking. He refrained himself from groaning with pure happiness.

“See what you did there? How could you take such a dumb decision” still talking to the television. He wouldn’t be surprised if you start to throw food at the screen!

In this position, he could see you from a new angle. A “from above’ angle that gave him dirty thoughts. In a split second, that tender moment turned into a hunger. An intense impulse that he felt quite often recently. An unbearable desire combined with an impulse of the heart. It was a strange feeling, he had never felt like that before.

If he turned his face 90 degrees and went just a few centimeters down, he would be right at the good place to please you with his tongue and lips and fingers… Just the thought of it made blood boil.

“Woah Kwon Jiyong! Stop it!” he thought for himself. “Are you so horny that you will try to hit on your sweet best friend and ruin 5 years of a solid friendship? Damn it boy!” But also, dirty things happened between you, once. Maybe it was possible again… But was it what he wanted, a one shot deal? He was quite not sure about it.

Before he could stop his hormones from increasing, he felt his blood run directly to his crotch. He was so hard, it was almost as if all the blood contained in his body had decided to meet there. Your fingers continued to massage his neck, stretching the muscles, putting some pressure on different spots. You were completely unaware of his state, naive little creature that you were.

It could have been a perfect blissful moment but his fucking dick had interrupt. He knew it was unfair to stay like that, to let you massage him with the effect it had on the south direction his blood was taken. So, he took one of your hands and kissed your fingers before he sat up.

“Oooh, sleepy head. You’re awake?” you smiled at him with that beautiful smile of yours. You were not wearing any makeup, your hair was messy and your clothes didn’t match but you were just perfect like that. You had the most beautiful face he never saw in his life. How come he didn’t realise it sooner?.

“Hum mmm. You love the movie?” he placed a cushion on his middle to hide his erection.

“It’s good, yes! Are you okay? You’re pale!”

“Not surprising, the blood has left my head!”

“What? You have a headache?”

“Forget it. I’ll fresh up a bit. Be right back”

He used to good advantage the fact that your attention was again turned towards the screen. He got up in a hurry, hiding what he had to hide. He went to the bathroom and cleaned his face to cool down. Looking inside his briefs, he sighted!

“Fuck you Kwon Jiyong! Fuck! Fuck! What’s your problem? She’s your friend, dammit! She is just a sweet and cute girl. What’s happening to me recently? Why have I started to dream of her? Why did I start longing for her? What are those bubbly sensations that I feel when she’s coming home to me?”.

Recently, he had noticed that not only his body reactions were different but that his emotions had changed as well. That he was more and more happy to see you. That he had way more thoughts about you than he used to. To a point that he even refused a date with an interesting woman just to be able to call you on time, just because he had said “I’ll call you before 9”. He said it, he had to comply, right? What did you talk about? Sweet nothings but it was still a wonderful moment. He allowed himself a few moments for the blood gathered in his penis to turn back. He had a crazy hard time getting there.

Having the sensation that he was not feeling good, that something was not okay, you paused the movie and walked towards the bathroom.

“Do you need something Jiyong? You are really pale, I’m not joking. It seems like you have seen a ghost” you said as soon as he opened the door.

He was mad, but not at you. He was mad at himself for the reaction his body had. Confused too. He also knew that he couldn’t tell you what just happened because you would tease him for days. Or worse, you would exclaim a loud and clear disgusted “EEEW” to tease him. That he couldn’t support.

“Listen, I’m going to sleep early tonight. You can continue the movie, don’t wait for me”.

Without an explanation he left for his bedroom and closed the door. It was rude but it was a necessity.

You came back to the living room and sat on the couch. Your thighs were still mild with Jiyong’s warmth.

You couldn’t concentrate on the movie. What’s got into him? You stood up and walked towards his room, concerned. You just hope that he didn’t discover your ‘secret’.

3 years ago, on Christmas eve

After you finished hanging the garlands, you stepped back and enjoyed your hard work, satisfied. Yesterday, Jiyong announced that the band would not be able to fly to Korea for Christmas. Something happened with their schedule and unexpectedly they had to stay in Hong Kong a little longer before they would resume their world tour.

You didn’t want Jiyong and the boys to stay in their room and alone for Christmas. You had called Daesung’s girl of moment and Seunghyn’s sister and shared your plan with them. Youngbae’s girl had already joined him a couple of days ago. You would make a little reception for your boys. After all, no one should be alone on Christmas Eve. With the girls, you prepared it all.

“Can you taste the punch? I’m scared that I didn’t put enough rhum”

“I did taste it and it was perfect” you answered. “Seunghyun will add wine in his glass anyway, wait for it”

She laughed, it was exactly like his brother to do that.

“Oh, they’re coming. I’m so nervous” you told her.

In the plane for HongKong, you had decided to open up to Ji about your new feelings for him. Lately you had come to the conclusion that you were in love with him. What you thought was just a mere flirt at the beginning, soon turned out to be much more. It was love, with capital A. You had taken your time to analyse your feelings but it was kind of obvious. You were just not accepting the fact before, even though you were facing all the proof.

What is the first thing that comes to your mind in the morning? Jiyong.

Who do you want to hug when you feel the need to snuggle against someone? Ji.

Who’s hand do you want to hold, when you walk on the street or discover a new city? Yep! Jiyong again.

Who do you want to make love to, when you feel that need between your legs?

Who makes your heart skip a beat because of his cuteness?

Who makes you a horny mess when he smiles?

Who do you think will be the father of your children, when you imagine yourself nursing a baby?

Ji, Ji and Ji. Always him. He was your soulmate and the guardian of your heart. You couldn’t imagine a moment without him in your life. You wanted more. You wanted to take all of him. You had no choice but to tell him, you were not able to keep it for yourself anyway. He had even questioned you about the recent changes in your attitude. Soon, you won’t be able to hide it anymore, you rather should tell him while you were still having control over yourself. You were really scared of his possible rejection though. It was petrifying. But the possibility that maybe he shared the love was stronger and it made you so happy to imagine what you could become together. How your friendship would transform into love. Into love making. Into a deeper relationship.

It was decided. You will confess tonight, in the hotel room after the party. You’ll deal with the consequences later.

You were waiting for the boys in the suite that you had reserved. It was a simple room that the hotel rented for meetings or private events like tonight. Because it was Christmas, it was available and you didn’t have any trouble making a last minute reservation.

The door of the suite opened on Jiyong’s manager. He was aware of the little reception, you needed someone to drag the boys in. They entered the room one by one. You didn’t notice the happiness on their face when they discovered the 3 ladies waiting for them with food, alcohol and gifts, you were looking for Jiyong only. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. Seunghun came and closed the door for more privacy, already having a glass of punch in hands.

“Wait, Ji has not arrived yet”.

His features went grave but his voice remained soft and calm. He seemed sad. He seemed to be pitying you too, his concerned eyes looking at you the same way you imagine he will be looking at his child when he’ll say “Santa Claus doesn’t exist for real”.

“He won’t be coming. He had other plans for tonight, something that popped up. I’m really sorry”

“Is he okay? Where is he?”

“This morning, he met a woman in the restaurant of the hotel. A cute damsel in distress. Well, one thing after another, it turned out that he invited her to the concert. And well… they left together, if you know what I mean”.

Your heart started to beat really fast. You didn’t like the turn of the conversation. Seunghyun’s sister covered her mouth with a hand, shocked, as she realized what her brother was telling you. It seemed that they knew about your feelings for Ji. Were you that obvious?

“Oooh… Maybe she can come here too” you said but it was absolutely not what you wanted.

“I guess they’re having sweet fucking sex” Dae laughed as he looked as his girlfriend, implying that it’s what he will have too, later!

“Woah… okay… okay”

You sat on the couch next to you and held your head. There is no way in hell that you will let your pain show in front of Jiyong’s friends. But there was also no way you could stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. Without a word, you left the suite for the room that you rented, in case Ji would reject you.

You were still crying, the next day when he had knocked on your door and entered your room, all excited and agitated like a puppy. More likely, like a man who hit the jackpot recently. He seemed so happy about the night he had spent, butterflies dancing in his stomach as he was telling you how cute she was. How he had spent the night of his life. How he couldn’t wait to see her again. He was so excited and centered towards his own happiness that he didn’t notice your red and bloody eyes.

“Ji, don’t stay with me then. Go meet her right now! I guess she feels the same way and you’ll take it where you left it!”

“But you travelled all the way here and prepared such a sweet party for me and the boys! I saw the pictures, it seemed so much fun”.

“Yah! I’d rather stay with your friends and mine, by the way, than staying a minute longer with you while you imagine yourself having sex with another woman”

“Another? It’s not like I had that many women either”

It was not the sense of your word ‘another’ but you didn’t precise it. The word had slipped your lips anyway.

“True, I’m sorry. Go, Ji! Live up for your dreams! Wout! Wout!” you encourage him, fist up in the air with the biggest smile that you could to hide your sadness. Your eyes were your pain untold and you wish you would tell him everything.

“Sure, hun?”

“Yes, sure thing. We’re taking the plane tomorrow. If I don’t see you by then, here’s my new year kiss” you said, planting a smack on his cheek. You needed to kiss him and hold him, just for a second. To steal him from her and keep him for yourself only, a short instant.

“Merry Christmas Ji. I love you so much” you whispered. Of course, he didn’t catch the extra meaning you had implied “And may the new year bring you only happy moments, you deserve it”.

“Aaaw, Merry Christmas my sweet girl. May the year bring you a man that will make you happy, for once. You were unlucky lately”.

You laughed ironically.

“Nah, I’ll be okay on my own for a while. Go now”. How could he have unnoticed that you were in pure agony? That your heart had been pierced with a thousand arrows? He was always so attentive normally. That was a good thing though, you prefer him to be happy with her than unhappy with you.

“Thanks, you’re the best friend ever, so understanding. I’ll tell you everything in detail later”.

“... Have fun”

He left in a hurry without a single look back and it broke what remained strong inside of you. You crumbled on the ground, unable to support your own body weight any longer. You never thought you could be rejected by him without having a single chance to say a word. You never thought you would be broken like that. You will need a lot of courage to be able to face him again. But also, it would be worse if he disappeared from your life. There was no perfect situation here, either way you were losing a part of yourself.

“That man is so fucking stupid” you heard Seunghyun tell his sister by the door Jiyong had left open a moment ago. . “How could he do that? Is he blind?"

You closed the door, you didn’t want to hear more. You cried all day and night, curled up in the bed. You didn’t see Jiyong afterwards, while you were in Hong Kong. He didn’t come back from his cloud, therefore he didn’t come back to you.

He had stayed in a relationship with her for a whole year. The exact time it took you to get over him. Or did you really?

Present day

You tiptoed your way to his bed and benched in front of him. His eyes were closed, he seemed to be asleep already. In his sleeping state, he was frowning, this was unusual.

He was not but he didn’t say a word, still mad and shocked. He didn’t know how to deal with it, his sudden desire for you. He couldn’t just say “let’s fuck” and then pretend like nothing happened afterward, your friendship was on the line. The only time that something happened between you, something sexual, there was a context. And you didn’t ‘really’ do something together anyway. How can’t he forget about it? How can’t he put it aside and move on? Why was he trying to relive this with his partners afterward? But of course, it was impossible, they were just not you. He realised it now! If it was not that good with them, it’s because they were simply not the good person. They were not you.

“Ji, are you okay?” he heard you ask with worry.

No answer.

You placed a hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever. Satisfied by his body temperature, you retracted your hand with much concern. You knew him way too much to buy his sleeping state.

“Ji, I’m scared, you didn’t seem well tonight, you were really pale. I will sleep by your side to check on you, do you mind? Like we did before, when we checked on my niece. Okay? I can’t guarantee that I’ll be as good as you were though.”

No answer.

He clearly didn’t want to talk to you. Or was he sick and had passed away?

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I’ll squat the couch or the bed in the guest room. But the couch is more comfy. Would you prefer if I leave your house? The temperature is still bad outside but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me”

“Y/n, can you jump on the bed and shut the hell up so I can go back to sleep”? his tone was harsh.

Shocked, not sure how to take it, you did as he said and waited there, looking at the ceiling. You were cold but didn’t want to move or even less, to slide yourself under the comforter where he seemed so comfortable and warm. He was facing the other side and you could almost hear him thinking. The cat came in the bed and sat on his master’s pillow. Jiyong sighted, chased A-Ye and turned on his back. He didn’t say a word, didn’t look at you, didn’t move a single muscle afterwards.

It’s his sweet giggle that woke you up in the middle of the night. You had fallen asleep but obviously, he didn’t. From the lamp sitting on the bedside table emanated a warm and felted light. Jiyong was eating ramyeons while watching something on his cell. Confused, you sat up and rubbed your eyes.

“You seem better, it’s a relief”.

“I just realised something. Remember the other day when I joked about your google research?”

“YAH! How many times do I have to tell you, I did NOT search for blowjobs instructions”.

“I know now!” he laughed.

What happened was that, about 2 months ago, you made a google research on your laptop while you were waiting for him at his studio. You had written “How to give a good head massage” but the research bubble showed everything but the important last word. The word that changed the meaning of the whole sentence.

He didn’t want to believe you even when you showed him the page with explicit pictures of the head massage popping from the screen. He thought that you had just opened it fast, to save the appearances. He had teased you for days with that, mocking you gently.

“I told you that I wanted to use a new technique when I massage your head. You didn’t believe me”.

“Because I didn’t know you were massaging my head. Now, I get it”.

“Why didn’t you believe me?”.

“Why didn’t you massage my head when I’m awake?”

“I don’t know”

“I don’t know either”

Your eyes met and you both laughed out loud. You were happy to have your friend back, at least momentary. You still didn’t know what happened earlier.

“Will you stop mocking me with the blowjob thing, now?”.

“Yes, I already stopped when I noticed that you were mad for real… Sorry hun, I mocked you. I should have known better”.

“Excuses accepted. Now, let’s forget about it… please”.

He didn’t talk for a minute, you were both lost in your thoughts. You grabbed the chopsticks he was holding and swallowed a large portion of ramyeon, hungry.

“Ji”

“Hum?”

“Why were you mad at me tonight?”

“I was not mad at you at all, I was mad at myself”.

“Why though?”

“I’d rather not talk about it”.

“Okay then, but I’m here if you want to”.

“I know... Now go back to sleep and stop eating my ramyeons”.

“Nah, feed me more. I’m starving. AAAAAH” You opened your mouth for him to feed you one bite. He did and gave you his bowl and chopsticks without further discussion. He had decided to let you eat it all anyway.

“Here, take it”

“Mmmm, it’s delicious. Thanks Ji”

He looked at you closing your eyes to savor the noodles, not a single bit conscious that it would break him. He was so naive. When he heard the little moan that escaped your lips after you took a bite, he remembered everything you had said when you were talking about the ‘not blowjob’ research.

“You know, I talk with my partners, it’s their ‘instructions’ that I follow, not general tips made for a general audience on the internet. I adjust with their reactions too. Nobody loves it the exact same way”.

“Ji, for god’s sake! I told you that yes, I searched for that a long time ago, when I was young. From that, I improved my technique and I didn’t feel the need to search again. I wouldn’t be shy to tell you if I would REALLY have searched for it”.

and later that night...

“Please don’t believe that I’m a pro either, I’m not that good! It’s just that I really didn’t search. You know what, now that I think about it, I should search for it. We never know, maybe I could still improve” with a blink.

Eating your ramyeons with appetite, you were unaware of the thoughts spinning in his head. You didn’t know that your relation was about to take a complete new turn. That the image he had in his mind right was nothing but pure. You were also really naive.

2 years ago or the ocean event

Jiyong had decided to bring you to Hawaii like this, on the spur of the moment and for no actual good reason. Dae and his current conquest joined your improvised journey and the four of you had flight to the paradisiac island for a whole week of pure bliss.

You closed the door of your room and went down to meet Ji. He texted you that he was already down there, ready for the beach like you had planned before you split last night after you took a walk in the streets with the natives.

“Hun, were you able to sleep last night?'' he asked, rubbing his beautiful sleepy eyes when you met in the lobby. You walked outside and sat on a bench near the entrance to apply the sunscreen he handed you. Of course, he knew that you would have forgotten yours.

“Nope, there were people banging in the wall and screaming like if they were in distress or something. Did you hear that? Why did she have to yell like that? I would have shove my dick in her mouth if I was her partner, at least she would have shut the fuck up. It was so fake!”

“Woah! You’re violent! Good thing that you don’t have a dick. Don’t judge, you were not there. It’s just her way of expressing her pleasure, chill hun! No one is hurt”.

“Her pleasure? For 4 hours straight like that, no change in the pace! Come on Ji, you know better! She yelled all night long, how could that even be possible? No rupture in the tempo… No break, no slowing down, no changes in the play, nothing. It was fake, I’m telling you. Maybe they were filming porn…”

He laughed, you continued.

“In a way or another, she was annoying. But the bitch got fucked and not me. I guess that’s the reason why I’m so pissed” you added. Seeing his eyes widened, you smiled.

“What? I have needs too”

“I don’t want to know” he giggled, placing his hands over his ears. At this moment, Daesung arrived and sat between you and Ji. Looking at one after the other, seemingly in shock.

“Did you hear it?”

“We did” you answered, ready to complain with him.

“It was sooo hot, right? Woah! It gave me and Shirl a lot of audio stimulations. It was nice, we kind of followed their rhythm.” he seemed shocked but pleased at the same time. Without another word, he stood up and left abruptly. You watched him leave in silence.

“Ji, I hate all the couples in the world. All of them”.

“Someone is not in a good mood today. When is the last time you got laid, I can’t pinpoint it”

“Because I never tell you when I do, we don’t talk about stuff like that… but it was a long time. Maybe last year or something”

You were in a relationship with a beautiful man when you had realised that you were in love with Jiyong last year. You were still trying to forget Jiyong, compelling yourself to stop loving him. It was impossible.

“Damn… it’s been a long time. So, your last boyfriend then”.

“Yep… I won’t ask you since you were in a relationship till recently”

“True, she was the last one. 2 months is long... Wait, where are you going???”

“I’m going to calm my hormones in the ocean. I’m suddenly horny and need a distraction. Hopefully the water will be cold enough”

“I’ll go with you, I need it too”

You entered the water running and laughing like kids. You felt light, like there was nothing going wrong in your life or in the entire world. You felt detached from reality but in a good way. The flowing of the tide was languorous, the ocean was forging its own sea-song. The freshness of the water was invigorating. For at least an hour, you and Jiyong had bickered and played around, alone in your own little universe. You threw water at each other’s face, tried to immerse the other into the water, tried to surf on a cheap plastic plank that was abandoned on the shore, falling on each attempt and laughing like you didn’t have the chance to, lately. The only time you were out of the water was to take a sip of your drink that Daesung was keeping safe for you while sunbathing with Shirlee. It wasn’t quite a good idea to drink that much alcohol when horny … not a good idea at all.

“Y/n… It didn’t work!” Jiyong said sheepishly.

“I mean it’s water, it’s slippery… How could it worked” you answered, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Water turns you on?”

“Damn… not the water itself. But a wet body against another wet body… I mean… Oh, shit! I didn’t mean that you turned me on, it’s not like that. It just reminded me of, you know… things I did in the past”

It was a big fat lie. You never had sex in the water. But you won’t tell him that his hot and wet skin against yours made you even more needy than you were before. That the water dripping from his bang was sexy. That his muscular arms, shoulders and those damn abs were giving you bad thoughts. You couldn’t tell him anything like that.

“What are we gonna do about it?”

“I won’t do anything, what do you mean?”

“Well… maybe if we turn our back on each other, we can, you know… relieve ourselves. Together, doing our own little things but not... ”

“I got it Ji, no need to say more…”

Was it alcohol? The burning sun? His cute and so sexy smirk? For a moment, you played with the idea. Jiyong had reserved the most private resort he could find in the country and the beach was almost empty. You could see some people away but no one close enough to see anything that you were doing on the beach even less in the water. Some staff members were walking around, doing their own little things. No one cared about what you were doing. Beside, the water was deep blue and it was impossible to see through it. You could easily jerk yourself off under the depth water and no one would notice.

“But if we turn around, Daesung will get suspicious, he will think we fight and start asking questions. He’s watching over us, you know”.

“Yes… But I can’t get out of the water hun, my cock refused to calm down”.

“You have a big problem, man. I’m so sorry for you” you mocked.

“You’re not helping at all” he was almost annoyed. You understood how he felt, after all, you were horny too. You were both adults, there must be a solution. After all, he proposed something interesting.

“Ji, you know, your hands are in the water right now and I see nothing. Go a little deeper, we won’t notice your arms and shoulders. Turn the other way around, that way you won’t see me while you… you know. I won’t see anything for sure. Don’t worry. Do what you have to do, I won’t look”

“Are you serious? What about you?”

“I’ll be just fine, no worry. I can wait for when I’m in my room”.

“Sure? Ok, you’re amazing!” he smiled widely.

You didn’t know it but as soon as he turned around, he was not so into it anymore. Maybe it was the thought of doing it with someone that was so exciting. A cute and stunning lady… so sexy in her bikini.

You had turned around to let him do his thing but horny you were too. Not to mention, Jiyong, the man you loved in silence for a complete year was about to stroke himself right now, you won’t miss it so you swan towards him. He was in a deep zone, but still able to touch the ground unlike you. You arrived from behind and hugged him tightly, your arms snaked around his neck, your knees keeping balance on each side of his hips, carefully not circling him.

“Is it good?” you murmured.

“What are you doing?”

“Joining the party” You didn’t know, but there was no party so far. His penis had even softened back to its almost normal size.

“Ooooh….”

Where Jiyong was standing you couldn’t reach the bottom, the water level reached your mouth, you tried and you choke on the salted water. You had to keep a hand on him.

“Hun, stay where you are, let’s do it together, but not together. Is it okay with you?”

“Oh Jiiii… I’ve already started” you purred.

“But you’re holding me…”

“Yes, I’m holding you. I won’t drown for an orgasm”.

“Fair enough… I shall get going too, then”

He was clearly not as cocky as he was 2 minutes ago. You figured that you surprised him with your initiative.

“If you prefer, I’ll leave you alone, no worry”.

“You know, I have a voyeur side inside of me, I love this idea too much to let you go”

“Good, cause I’m a tiny bit of an exhibisionnist… well, a big bit finally” you cutely added, knowing it was not an actual word.

He smiled and looked at you above his shoulder, shocked but excited to discover that spicy side of yours.

“Perfect match then” he stated.

“Turn your face around, put your hand on your dick and stroke yourself… let me do my thing…” you palmed his neck and guided his face the other way around so he would be looking at the ocean instead at you, holding onto his back like a baby koala.

“Lord, help me cause I’m a sinner”

He attentively tried to catch a hint on what was happening on his back. You were holding onto his shoulder with one hand and he didn’t see anything, didn’t feel anything. You were cautious not to make any wave. He wanted more visuals, not that he needed it. Just to add some zest to the experience.

“Are you doing it?” The tone of his voice, his signature soft voice, was the most comforting and exciting thing at the same time. He had the cutest and the sexiest tone ever.

“Ji, shut the fuck up”, you said a little short of breathe. So, you had started, he thought.

“Come on, give me something, love. Are you really masturbating?”

You stopped and this is when he noticed the difference of motion in his back, the difference of pressure your knees applied on his hips in order to stay still despite the waves. Suddenly, it was quieter, this is how he knew that indeed, you were doing it subtly.

“You want me to leave you alone?”

He turned around abruptly. Now facing you, the lust in his dark chocolate eyes was sparkling. A sight that you imagined so often, lightning up his beautiful features for your eyes only to see. Not to mention the sunlight gently caressing his skin. His eyes half closed because of the sun. His damped messy hair carelessly falling on his forehead and temples. This vision itself was enough for your heart to melt and your core to liquefy.

“Y/n, I don’t want you to leave. It’s just that I didn’t know if you were doing it for real, I want, I don’t know… I would like...”

“Don’t hold back, tell me exactly what you want, cause I’m horny here and I need to do something about it” you told him as you touched your thigh, a soft caress along your skin, looking straight into his eyes. You didn’t begin but you knew that the moment to come will be pure. Unselfish. Undemanding. Free.

He looked at the movement of your shoulder, he couldn’t see below that level. He wished he had chosen a turquoise and clear sea to be able to see everything that was happening under.

“I’m not sure of what I can ask in this kind of situation”

“Just if you still really want to, think of us as partners in crime. We’re 2 needy adults that consent to masturbate side by side. We won’t touch each other, just be together while we’re both having fun with ourselves like you just suggested. Let’s say that everything that happens in the ocean, stays here in the ocean. We won’t remember it once we reach the shore and we’ll never talk about it anymore. Deal?”

“You’re wonderful. Deal”

“Now… close your eyes and touch yourself”.

Strangely, you were not uncomfortable with the situation. You knew that no matter what happened, you would be safe and respected. He would never mock you or judge you. You were free to be and act in complete harmony with your desires, without holding anything back. It was the perfect foundation for a meaningful dirty play. In that moment, your chemistry became an ever-bright flame.

He moved his hand down but refused to look anywhere but straight to your eyes. He never saw that luxurious expression on your face, never heard that carnal voice, almost too low to be heard. He needed to hear you moan. Were you the type to hold back because too shy to be heard? He doubts that, now. He wonders if you were more of a high-pitched sounds or a guttural moaner. Suddenly, it was the most important question to be answered.

“What are you doing?” This is when the now ‘face to face’ thing became more interactive. His piercing gaze was on you, it’s you that he was looking at, no one else.

You smirked. He wanted to play that game, well you were hell of a player!

“You wanna know how I touch myself?” your voice was a low murmur, it sent shivers down his spine.

“Yes, tell me…” he gulped, unable to guess what was ‘really’ happening under the blue sea. How do you like to be caressed? What makes you cum?

“Right now, I’m taking it really slow and superficial…”

You paused to breathe. For obvious reasons, the oxygen demand in your cells has increased with all the symptoms that comes with it: fast heartbeat, short breath, your senses on red alert.

“I’m too excited, the second I touch my clit or slide a finger in, I will cum. I love that you’re asking me. It’s fucking hot” you miraculously were able to say.

“Your answer is hotter, believe me. You look really beautiful like that… So sexy… tell me in detail everything that you’re doing”.

“I’m pinching my clit, I need to calm down... now squeezing it between my palms, it’s good” you moan softly. After a moment you shivered and it seemed that you stopped touching yourself, taking your hand out of the water to show him.

“You were about to cum?” he smirked

“Fuck yes”.

“You love to touch yourself with me? You love that I look at you pleasuring yourself?”

You nodded, nothing else needed to be said. He grabbed your free hand, your right one, and nibbled every single fingertips, sucking gently.

“It doesn’t taste anything but salt, damn it!”

His longing eyes never left yours. Just that, him desiring you, dirty talking to you, was sending you over the moon. He gently guided your hand in front of your core and his came back where it was: on your hip.

“Jiii… now, I’m scratching it all with my nails, it hurts and it’s fun at the same time… ”

“YOU WHAT? Woah! You love when it’s painful?” he exclaimed, shocked. You were not exactly how he imagined you would be, sexually speaking. To be honest, he thought you were a sweet vanilla girl, one that prefers convenient sex more. That frosted side that he was discovering, pleased him a lot.

“I love it when it hurts a little bit… I love when it burns… I love when it’s sucked hard. What are you doing?” you breathe slowly between each affirmation.

“Looking at you only, at the moment… I think I will cum in my pants just like that! Hands free orgasm! I bet your clit is swollen right now...”

“Let me see… oooh yes... It’s really sensitive. I’m tracing small lines up and down, it feels good. I won’t last long… I let my nail trails his way up… omph”

Your clit was indeed overflowing with blood. Knowing that Jiyong was watching made you more sensitive than you ever was before. Now that it has started, there was no way out of the game. You couldn't move away from his gaze even if you tried, like he’s eyes have short circuited your mind in the best possible way.

“So beautiful... Do you imagine your fingers to be someone else?”

“Nah! I’m right here with you, it’s already really arousing”

Of course, you won’t tell him that it’s his fingers that you imagine as you rubbed smooth circles across your clit.

“Ji… It’s good… Now, I slide 3 fingers in… it’s so good… Jiii… I’m gonna cum… Oh lord… I knew I wouldn’t last”

“I can see it… I feel your hips love… I bet you’re thrusting to meet your fingers, right? … you’re so hot”

You closed your eyes as you locked your hips against your hand, hitting your spot right away. With Jiyong’s obvious enjoyment, the ultimate pleasure hit you. You quivered erratically and in the process you pressed yourself against him. His wet and slippery chest against yours was enough material for your next 5000 lonely nights. When your mouth founded his shoulder, you sank your teeth onto the trapeze muscle and took a big bite of him. You needed it to suppress your moans. He continued to encourage you, despite the pain.

“Don’t stop now, I’m sure you can surf on it a little longer… that’s it love… Softs movements this time, give yourself some tenderness, my wild flower… softer with your teeth too, please” he asked, cutely and you released some pressure on your teeth but kept your mouth there. “That’s it, moan for me… you make the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard”.

He was right, the orgasm lasted for a little while. Jiyong was holding you firmly against him, his head tilted against yours as he whispered sweet dirty words.You stopped the motion of your hand and stayed like that, holding onto him tightly. Pressing your whole self against his perfectly sculpted body. His soft skin. His melodic speaking voice. You needed time to calm your breath and heartbeat. It was a one shot deal, you decided that you will take the best out of it for the time it lasts. Therefore, you snaked your arms around his neck, cautious not to touch his middle where his length was probably throbbing. The thought of it made you almost cum again, it certainly didn’t calm the fire that was still burning. Exhausted and feeling really brave, you’ll deal with the consequences later, your nose found the crook of his neck and you nuzzled against his watered and sun warmed skin, drops falling down on both of you from his damped and sexy hair. This intimate and loving contact was risky for your heart but his neck was so prettily offered, you couldn’t resist. It was hard not to nibble onto him. To kiss him. To taste him. To tell him that you love him.

You breathed slowly in his warmth for a moment, your body still trembling softly from the powerful orgasm you just had but mostly because of the proximity with him. The sensation of his strong arm holding your laps against his side while the other rested on the curve of your back, it was overwhelming.

“Your turn, now!” he needed his relief too, you hoped that you will be as hot for him as he was for you.

“Yes love, but can I do something first? You don’t have to say yes. I would like...”

“Don’t ask my permission, it’s our moment and I doubt that you want to do something that will harm me. Just do it”

He smirked, a fucking smirk that would have put you on your knees. A smirk that was never directed to you before. His hungry eyes were half closed but his gaze remained sharp. He was perfect. You felt his hands slide under your arms and played with the bikini top on your back.

“I want to feel you against me, may I?”

“Help yourself” you smiled, letting him play with the fabric of your top. It was so tiny, his fingers were gracing your skin and just that little contact was electrifying.

“What’s going on Ji? Is there a problem?” You teased as you joined your hands on the back of his neck, forearms on his shoulders.

“Hun, where is the tie?”

It was your turn to smirk. He frowned, scrutinizing your face. You were preparing something, it was obvious.

“Remember my bikini? The knot under my boobs is what you’re looking for”.

“Oh my god! Like a bow on a gift! Isn’t easy to pull on a string and strip your boobs naked”

“Han, han!” you purred, with a tone that implied that you didn’t mind the strip tease. You teasingly stroked his calf with your foot. “So, what are you gonna do about it? If you want to feel my chest against yours, you know what you have to do”, you said, defying him.

“Are you challenging me?” he asked as his hands found your neck. His thumb traced a line down your throat and went lower to the swell of your breast. A soft and light caress, almost too soft to be felt. He wanted to tease you too, you were way too cocky and he needed to show you how he too, could be in control.

“Who’s challenging who now? You’d like me to pinch those nipples, right? To rub them between my fingers”

He said as he brought both hands in front of your boobs as if he wanted to grab them. But he never touched you. He stayed close enough for you to feel his warmth, feel a little contact here and there throughout the thin fabric, but never touching you for real.

“I’m sure you have a sensitive breast and that you are screaming from the inside right now. You would like to be touched so badly. Am I right?”

“...” excited at the idea, you could do nothing but grasp.

“Answer me, love”

“Yes, I would love your hands on my breast” you gulped.

“Well, too bad, you set the no touching rule” he winked “But I’ll free them and you’ll soon feel me, don’t worry”. It was ‘his turn’ and yet, you felt the center of the attention. The tables had to turn.

His fingers slid down your breastbone, caressing your skin. There, he was touching you for real and it put you on fire again. He knew what he was doing, he noticed your shivers. When he found the bow, tied just under the swelling of your breasts, he had fun with the fabric before tearing the cords apart. Very slowly he pushed your bikini top to the side, his eyes on yours.

“So sensitive”

“Remember Ji, it’s no touching and no looking.”

“You’ll be the end of me, you little brat”

He wasted no more time. With one hand, he grabbed you by the hip and dragged you closer. He turned his feet to the side to move his pelvis away from you and surrendered completely to what was to follow.

“Can I guide you?” You asked timidly.

“Yes, I’ve never tried that… Go ahead, be my hand”.

It was true. He had met willing women before but never playful the way you were. You were a mixture of sexy, dominant, cute and submissive. You loved it rough too, it seemed, even though what you were doing was quite soft. A perfect match for him.

“You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do. Okay?”

“Of course”

“Good… Let’s go… are you touching yourself right now?”

He showed you his free hand, the one not holding you.

“Let’s switch hands. I want you to hold your dick with your left…”

“YAH! Why my left? It’s not the good hand” he interrupted

“Oh, I know that” you winked “Go, now. Good!”

He sulked in annoyance but was ready to follow your lead nevertheless so he had switched arms. His right one was holding you against him, on that he won’t compromise.

“Very good Ji, let’s run your thumb on the tip slowly. Is it good?”

“Don’t apply much pressure on your shaft, keep your hand loose around it. We’re taking it slow!”

“I feel so vulnerable and so powerful at the same time, it’s ecstatic… I want more, give me more”

“ Shhhhh, one thing at the time. Don’t go too hard on it ok, gentle touch. Grab the skin between your penis and balls. Squeeze gently. Use your fingertips, it’s good, I see you love it. Palm it gently while your fingers tickle your balls… good… your face is telling me that we are doing a good job” he had closed his eyes shut. His breathing increased already.

“I need more”

“You’ll have more, shut it. Don’t hold your moans back though, ok? I want to hear your pleasure. Not too loud… that’s it, in my ear”.

“Baby can I stroke myself?”

“No, you can’t! Let go of me, I’ll stay in place no worry, look I’m rubbing myself against you… Good… Put your penis between your palms and roll your hands in opposite directions. If you like when it hurts, put more pressure, roll… roll… roll…”

His face twisted in pleasure, moans slipping from his lips.

“Never done that to my dick, it feels good. Is this how you give a handjob?”

“I might do it, yes”

“mmmm, it feels so good baby… aaah”

You let him proceed and before you noticed a sign of impatience, you continued.

“Now, if you’ve never touched yourself like that, or never been touched like that, it might seem surprising. But obey, it will be good”

Curious, he opened his eyes and looked at you smirking.

“Okay…”

“Take your glands between your thumb and index and squeeze very geltly. Apply this pressure all around the circumference. Don’t brush your fingers together, it will hurt. Just put pressure. Squeeze... Are you there? Keep your fingers smooth but be firm on the grip. Press firmly.”

“It feels so good… aaah”

“Apply as much pressure as you can take. It has to be a little painful, but just a little Ji, we want it to be fun”.

The only sounds slipping from his lips were soft moans. He seemed to enjoy the touch. Maybe you surprised him. You hope you did.

“Open your eyes Ji. I want you to know that it’s with me that you are jerking off with. Keep those eyes on me”.

“Of course it’s you… you’re the only one here with me”

“I certainly hope so. Now, circle the base of your cock with your thumb and one finger, only one. Don’t put too much pressure. Are you doing it?”

“Yes…”

“Move your hips back-and-forth. Fuck your own hand slowly, gently… Good job! It’s increasing, isn't it?”

“Yes, I could cum like that”

“Then loosen your fingers, loosen it right now!”

“I fucking hate you” he was frustrated but he obeyed nevertheless.

“I know you do, I know… I’m so mean when you were so good for me” you took your sweetest voice, your innocent voice. One that he didn’t know you had.

“Keep your fingers loose and pump now, real slow. How does it feel?

“Way too good… but it’s not my hand”

“Ooooh, may I ask?”

“Yours” he said, looking straight into your eyes, waiting for your reaction. You blush, shy.

“Does my hand feel good, around your cock?” you were already back to the play.

“It feels better than mine...” he murmured.

“Amazing, now, put more pressure around your cock and go just a little faster with those hips. Fuck yourself in my hand”

He moaned, sweet sounds falling from his lips. You pressed yourself against him, your hard nipples caressing him as you both breathed in and out slowly.

“You love it, when I guide you?” you whispered in his ear.

“mmm” he moaned

“Use your words”

His eyes started to roll back, aroused. It was beautiful to witness. He was weak on his legs, holding still with a solid grip on your hip.

“I love when you guide me”.

“I can see that you do. Let go of your cock and play with your balls a bit. Squeeze them. Feel their weight”

“Jesus Christ… I was about to cum

“Oh, I know” you teased murmured in his ear. “But I’m not ready to let you just yet. Are you playing with your balls?”

“Hum, hum...I never loved to play with my own balls before today…”

“Can you use both hands? Yes? okay. Grab your cock with your fist and stroke not so gently while the other hand squeeze your balls… good, you’re doing good… Stroke again slowly but with a strong grip. Ji, slow down, I see you are cheating. Good… Twist your shaft when you come up, slowly, does it feel good?” His grin told you that he really enjoyed it.

“Yes…. ah… Y/n, you’re evilish”

His sweet sounds, his voice that you always found so soothing, was now turning you on, it lit a fire between your legs. Again.

“Faster baby, faster…. Now stop”

“What? No…I can’t stop” he continued to stroke, you could tell by the movement of his shoulder.

“No?”

“Y/n… I’m… aaaah… Argh” he could barely stay on his feet while he ejaculated in a violent burst, screaming your name out loud.

“ARE YOU GUYS OKAY”? You heard Daesung asked from the beach.

“DON’T WORRY DAE, HE WALKED ON A SHELL” you answered, your eyes on Ji.

The sight of him as he reached his orgasm was the definition of beauty and hotness. He was perfect and so was the moment. His head tilted to the side and his mouth twisted open, he was in a blissful agony.

“aaah… aaaah”

“Don’t you dare stop moving your hand, you have more juices, I’m sure of it. Feel me against you, imagine it’s my hand, mouth, core… Whatever you prefer but keep going. I want you to empty that load… Stroke yourself… continue”

One last softer moan, a great final thrill and he was done. You felt his whole body relax against yours and his face fell on your shoulder, panting. He kissed it gently as soon as his lips landed on your skin. He was breathing heavily in your ear, the most endearing melody of them all. Combined with the murmur of the waves, it couldn’t be more perfect.

You were not sure if your heart would survive this. Not sure at all that you will be okay with him, having a girlfriend later, now that you know how he sounds like when he was having sex. How he feels. How he looks. How playful he was. You don’t think that you will be able to breathe, imagining him with another woman. Making love to her… No, you don’t have the right to think like that… You were just a lost case.

You moved away from him and gave him your most reassuring smile. He cannot know what’s got into your mind right now. That suddenly, instead of letting go of him, you would do the exact contrary. You would snuggle yourself against him and stay there forever and ever, in the comfort of his arms.

“Thank you, it was… I have no words. And we didn’t even touch!”

“I know, right?”

“Will you be okay with it? At home, I mean”.

“Absolutely” you lied “You?”

“Okay, good then. Good. Me too.” He showed no signs that it could be otherwise.

Both amazed by what just happened, you walk away from each other. Reality was hitting you both and you didn’t seem to want that moment to end. Neither of you. But you had to go back to your reality now.

You wanted to fix your bikini top but he stopped you, grabbing your hand between his, keeping them against his chest.

“Let me do it, hun. With the non touching thing and in the middle of the ocean, the aftercare are limited. At least, let me put it back in place for you”.

You nodded, he continued.

“You’re okay? Are you always that rough with yourself?” he asked as you placed the triangle back in place, this you won’t let him do. You felt no judgement in his tone though, just curiosity.

“I was not rough today, Ji. I even showed you my vanilla side”.

“What we did was soft, I agree. But the way you caress yourself, and me indirectly, it was not the softest touch. I didn’t know you had that in you. It was nice, I loved it”.

“Agreed, it was really nice”.

He tied the knot back in place between your boobs. After one look to approve his doing, he declared that you were all good to get out of the tub.

“Do you regret it?”

“I don’t. You?”

“Nope”

“What happened in the water stays in the water?”

“Absolutely. Let’s forget it ever happened even though it will be rough”.

You swam towards the shore gently, side by side, as if nothing sexual ever happened.

“Do I have a mark on my shoulder”.

“Oooh, that? Oopsie” you answered cutely.

“You think you’re a shark or something? Jesus, it will hurt for days”

“I’m sorry but not sorry at the same time, it’s hard to explain” you teased.

“You little brat”

“Am I?” You shrugged “But how are you gonna hide it from Dae?”

“I won’t, I’ll say that I’ve been bitten by a fish. Even better! I’ll say that mama shark bite me”

You both laughed and you realised that he had swam behind you. Snaking his arms around your waist, he said

“Thanks Y/n, seriously. I won’t talk about it, it’s the deal. But it will be really hard to forget”

“Agreed. Thanks to you too, it wouldn’t have been that magical without you”.

Even though you didn’t really touch each other, you felt connected to him in the most beautiful and voluptuous way. A bittersweet feeling invaded you. You didn’t regret what happened but you wish you could have more of him. All of him. His love, for example.

Before you parted, the aching to be in his arms began anew.

Present day

When you opened your eyes later that morning, you were laid under his comforter. For some reason, at the end of the night you were agitated in your sleep and couldn’t rest comfortably. It gave you a weird feeling of anxiety. Was it because you were in Jiyong’s bed? In 5 years of friendship, the only time that you found yourself here was when your niece got sick. More likely, pretended to be dying from a runny nose just to be taken care of by the man of her dreams, the one and only Jiyong oppa, as she called him so cutely. Jiyong was so endearing to watch as he rubbed camphre on her back with caring hands. He was taking care of the sick little princess as if she was really dying. It was touching and cute and adorable. It’s probably then that you realised that he was the man you loved. Damn, it was already 3 years ago, how can time fly that fast?

“What makes you smile like that” his voice was sleepy and soft. So soothing and familiar that you calmed down a bit. At least, felt less out of place.

“I just remembered when the little princess slept here, between us. She used all sorts of tricks to get you to take care of her. Damn, I should learn from her, she can get what she wants just clicking her little chubby fingers. She mastered the art” you joked.

“Aaaw! She was so sweet. It was fun to take care of her with you. I felt like I was a king”

You burst out laughing.

“Duh! I couldn’t take care of her, she only wanted you. Jiyong oppa here, Jiyong oppa there”.

You turned to face him, holding your head in your hand. It seemed that he was awake for a little while, he had filled an entire notebook with lyrics, drawings and song ideas.

“You couldn’t sleep”? you asked, reaching out to pull back a strand of hair that was falling before his eyes.

“Nope, you snore too much,” he joked as he felt one finger grazing his skin. How could such a simple contact could feel so good? Because it was you, probably.

You knew he was teasing you. For some reasons, you felt the need to get closer to him. To cuddle up with him. To show him that whatever happened last night, you were there, by his side. But not knowing how he would react, you restrained yourself from doing it.

“Jiyong, can you believe that in 5 years, it’s the second time that I sleep in your bed? It’s so comfy, we should be doing it more often”

“You… you want to sleep in my bed?”

“Relax loverboy, I said it like that. I just realised that whenever I sleep here, it’s always on the couch… I didn’t mean anything. Anyway. I’ll get going, I have to work in the afternoon”.

“Already? Normally you stay a little longer. Can you stay a little longer?”

“What’s gotten into you? Last night you didn’t talk to me. This morning I want to let you have your space and you want me to stay. I’m not following, Ji”.

“Well, I really want you to stay. I need to clear up my mind. I need to…” he stopped when your body crashed against his. His hands came to rest on your back, his nose on the top of your head. You felt so good against him with your scent invading him, it was endearing. He knew your intention was to comfort him. He knew you were just worried, thinking that something bad was going on. Maybe that was it, after all. Maybe it will soon be the end of your friendship because of his stupid ass.

“I’ll stay like that for 5 minutes, then I’ll leave. I really need to get going, I have some shopping to do before my shift. If you want to talk, I’m here. Otherwise, I’ll just listen to your heartbeat and relax before the day starts. You’re so comfy, Ji.”

You snuggled closer against him. His delicate smell was so familiar and appealing at the same time. You didn’t know where to place your hands, though. Hugging was not a habit of yours. Even less hugging in bed like that. In what situation did he put himself, he wondered.

“I might have a question… Do you remember what happened in Jeju Island last year? Do you remember the kiss that we shared?”

You froze. You didn’t see it coming at all. Why asking you this after all this time? You coughed, sign that you were uncomfortable. Clearly, you knew what he was talking about. And your little cough won’t be unnoticed or misinterpreted by his sharp ass. He continued.

“Do you think about it, sometimes?”

“No, why would I?” you giggled, nervously. There was nothing funny with his question. “Sorry Ji, I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s not funny. You caught me by surprise”

“I do, think about it… From time to time, I do. Lately, I think about it even more often”

You moved away from him and laid on your back. You shouldn’t have come in his bed last night. You had crossed a line and it could be misinterpreted by him. What have you done?

“Why, though?"

“Do I need a reason to remember good memories? You know, it was not a simple peck, it was so passionate and emotional. I’ve never been kissed like that before or after. Of course, I will think about it”.

“Well, yes, I do think about it too, indeed”.

Your eyes met his. He seemed sad, desperate and shocked. Something was happening in his life and he needed to remember comforting moments, you thought. Maybe he felt that raw and pure love that you had for him, when you kissed.

“You loved it?”

“What’s that question? Ji, you’re making me feel uncomfortable. You were there, do I really have to tell you how I felt? Didn’t you feel me? See me? I have nothing to add.”

“Don’t be mad at me, please. I was just… I don’t know. But please, I beg you, don’t be mad at me today”.

“I’m not mad, I just don’t want to think about it, it won’t do any good. Listen, I have to go. I forgot that I have to give a lift to a coworker”.

“You’re running away from me” he said, grabbing your side to keep you from standing up.

“Yes. I am, I admit”.

“Please don’t leave me like that”

“Ji, I will be back, I’m not cutting ties with you. I just need to work. And when we meet again, I don’t want you to remember that kiss… or talk about it”.

“Then, what about the other thing we did, in the ocean?”

“Ji, stop. I don’t want to remember any of it….”

“Why? Do you regret what we did?” he wondered.

You tried to escape the bed but he dragged you closer to him instead. He captured you in his arms and kept you there. You still felt safe and you knew that he would let go of you the second you ask for it. Despite, you didn’t move back.

“I promise I won’t talk about any of it… But, please. Can I please hug you a little longer. I need to… I just need it”.

He was so emotionally raw that you couldn’t refuse. After all, you will never be able to escape Jiyong for good, will never have the wish to do so anyway. You relaxed in his arms and gently leaned your head on the same pillow as him. He felt all the muscles of your body relax at the same time and you melted in his arms, cute little spoon that you were. Finally, you had let go.

“I lied. Not only do I want to talk about it, I also want to do it again. I want to do it all the time” he said. But it’s your cute little snore that answered on your behalf. You had fallen asleep, in the security of his arms.

“You chose your moment to fall asleep, you little brat” he laughed.

It was a good thing that you didn’t hear it. It won’t risk your friendship for a dirty play. He couldn’t lose you, you were too important for him. He won’t let that happen. With a kiss on your head, he pressed his legs against the back of yours. Then, he abandoned himself to sleep, too.

Last year, sharing one hot kiss.

With a bunch of friends, you had rented a few condos units in Jeju Island to celebrate Jiyong’s birthday. He had a girlfriend at that time but it’s during this week-end that she had decided to break up with him, telling him that he was “too much to handle” for her liking.

What was supposed to be a fun week-end, turned out to be a blast for everybody except for Jiyong and you. How were you supposed to be happy when your best friend was crying alone outside in the dark.

“Leave me alone, Y/n. I just need some time”.

“I know, don’t worry, I only brought you a blanket, it’s frisky tonight!”

He noticed that indeed, you had laid a big comfy blanket on his shoulders. You knew better than him! He was cold and didn’t even notice. He sighed, heavy.

“See? I didn’t realise that it was cold. How can I notice that she was unhappy with me when I can’t even notice when the temperature drops”

“Ji, I know it hurts, believe me, I know…”

“Duh! As far as I know, you’ve always been the one to leave.Have you ever been dumped?”

“No, I haven’t but I know how a one side love feels like”.

“You never told me that you were in love with someone that doesn’t love you back…”

He was talking very slowly, struggling with his pronunciation. He probably won’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“I don’t tell you every single thing that happened to me. Listen, I’ll leave you alone. Text me if you need me, I’ll be here in a second”.

“Nah, stay here and share that bottle of vodka with me”.

He had caught sight of the bottle you were holding with one hand. Sitting by his side, you had handed him the precious liquid. He took a long sip, making an appreciation sound when he was done.

“Aaaah! Thanks, hun. The lost cause is happy”.

Judging by his speech and his general condition, it was far from his first consommation tonight. He was wasted. Once again, you stayed silent. You knew he was having an emotional breakdown right now, you’ve been there yourself. He was so in love with that model and he didn’t see it coming at all, of course he was broken. It was breaking your heart to see him that sad.

“You must be happy, right? You never loved her!”

“You think I’m happy when I can feel your sadness with every cell of my body?”

“You heard me”

“Jiyong, don’t go there. We’ll fight and I don’t want to fight with you”.

“Pfff. I know what you are thinking”.

“You don’t know, stop being like that”.

“Or what?”

“Or nothing. Just stop. I explained myself many times before. You know why I never loved her. But she seemed to make you happy so I was making great efforts not to get in your way”.

“Ooooh, is this why I didn’t see you the last month or so?”

“Damn, didn't you realize that I had been discreet so as not to harm your relationship with the asshole”?

“I told you, I’m too stupid to realise what’s under my nose. She is right, I didn’t take good care of her”.

“Okay, Ji, that’s enough. She was a manipulative woman, she was using you to boost her own career. You did everything to please her and yet she asked for more. I told you all that before but you didn’t believe me. Next time, trust my intuition. I’m never wrong”.

“I thought you were jealous”.

“I wasn’t jealous. I was mad because she was treating you badly and you refused to see it. But yes, you’re right too. I was jealous… I got to see you less because of her and it hurt. You didn’t even notice that I disappeared from your life, it pissed me not gonna lie”.

“Oh no! Shit. I’m gonna throw up”.

He did throw up for almost 30 minutes outside in the parking lot and even after, when he laid in bed. You couldn’t let him in that state, scared that he might vomit in his sleep and choke on it. That night, you didn’t close your eyes, looking out for him. Wiping his mouth after each puke, cleaning the floor, giving him water, meds and fresh linen for his forehead. You did it because this is how he deserves to be treated. With care and affection.

Just before going back in Seoul, as you were about to close the door of the condo that you had rented for yourself, he appeared behind you and snaked his arms around your chest, in a protective manner.

“Y/n… I want to thank you for staying by my side all this time. I know you wanted to try hitting on Jae but you couldn’t because of me. Thanks, I really appreciate it. And I’ll invite him over for you to meet again.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s alright. And turns out that Jae is a douche, so forget it”.

“What happened?”

“Well, yesterday morning, he came out of his condo with 2 girls under his arms”.

“What’s the problem? If they all consented…” you closed the door and turned towards him. He was clearly not getting the point here.

“Problem is, he didn’t invited ME”

“Ooooh…. I see”.

“No, you cannot get it. You don’t know what it is because you have never experienced it. All the girls are at your feet. You enter a room and all eyes are on you. Women want you, men want you. Elders want you as their son-in-law. You don’t know what it’s like to feel ugly, unnoticed and unwanted. I’m sorry but you…”

You couldn’t finish your phrase. He stepped towards him and held your face in his chest, whispering soft words in your ears while you cried not so cutely. You felt good, thus wrapped in the comfort of his arms.

“We were 4 women Ji. Fucking 4. He invited 2 of them to his bed, the other one is Youngbae’s girl. You know what it means? Out of the three, I was the fucking last choice. How’s that?”

“I’m sorry hun, I really am. But maybe, he didn’t invite you because you were taking care of me. YES! That must be it. He invited them 2 to replace the only one he wanted to have sex with. See? It takes 2 to replace you!”. He wanted to cheer you up and it was working.

“You’re silly” you smiled even though you knew he was wrong.

You had calmed down, so you stepped back from him. You were normally not cuddly with each other. Not that you didn’t like the contact, it was just like that. His arms didn’t feel uncomfortable but it was not fun either. The whole situation, the whole week-end was not.

As he looked into your sad eyes, he did the only thing that came into his mind. It was stupid to do but he didn’t had much time to think about it, he acted on an impulse.

“Well, now you will be able to say that you were kissed by the legendary G-Dragon”

And he had leaned in, lifting your chin up with his index.

What he wanted to be a soft peck became a surprisingly hot and feverish kiss. One that normally leads directly to bed, don’t pass go, don’t claim 200 dollars. Whose tongue was inside the other’s mouth first? He couldn’t tell. After a short moment, he had withdrawn in shock but when your finger traced the spot on your lips that he just left, he had no choice but to dive in for a second taste.

It was delicious. He melted into you like ice-cream under the warm sun and so did you. He felt like he belonged next to you, and you next to him. It seemed that your lips were drawn to fit his. That your tongue was made to dance with his. That his hands were the perfect size to circle your waist. Not only your bodies were in perfect harmony, that kiss held the sweetness of your friendship combined with a million loving thoughts. It all condensed into a moment of burning heat.

He had just felt your boobs pressed against him and your mouth against his neck, a delightful sensation, when you heard someone coming your way. Youngbae was coming out of his condo, he would soon turn the corner and discover you. Unfortunately, you had to split apart. To stop that fire that had ignited. That desire that consumed you.

“Ji, we shouldn’t have crossed that line…” you pushed him away.

“I know. Let’s forget it happened” he answered in shock, not sure about what just happened and why it was not a good idea. It was so perfect, it couldn’t be a bad thing.

“Good idea”

It seems that you were equally eager to end the conversation. Obviously, both for different reasons.

“Are you mad, Y/n?” he asked later, in the plane.

“Mad about what?”

“Duh, the kiss!”

“What kiss?” you answered, determined never to think about what had just happened.

To this day, you never said anything about it. It was almost like a faded dream. Did it ever happen?

Present day

When you had woken up after your little nap close to lunch time, you felt reposed and relaxed. Jiyong was spooning you, his arms clutching onto your waist. His warm chest rose against your back at the rhythm of his soft breathing. On your neck was the most satisfying thing that you ever felt in your life, Jiyong’s warm breath. Smiling, you softly turned around to face him, you needed to look at his perfect face. You made sure to be as quiet and gentle as possible not to wake him up. Unnoticeable like a mouse.

When you faced him, his naked legs automatically intertwined with yours. He dragged you closer to him with one strong arm and your hands landed on his chest. Snuggling your nose against his shirt, you felt butterflies dancing in your stomach, threatening to fly away with your heart on the same occasion. Was the mornings in his arms always perfect like that?

“Mmmmm hun, you feel good” It was not a question, it was a statement whispered with his lazy voice. One that leaves no place to doubt, hatred or anxiety. A voice that could heal a broken heart and guide another out of the darkest places.

He knew that it was you in his arms and still, he didn’t flinch. You felt so stupidly good that you had to stand up and leave. It was too perfect. Too intimate. Too soothing. Your heart won’t survive this. For the sake of your mental health, you had to leave now.

“I have to go Ji, I’ll be late”.

“Already? No, stay a little longer. We’re so comfy”

He hasn't opened his eyes yet, still blurred from sleep. He seemed so peaceful, it was endearing. You didn’t know what was going on with him, but one thing was certain, he hadn’t been himself since last night. He even had shown small changes in his behavior in recent weeks.

Brushing these thoughts on the side, you moved away from his arms. You’ll have plenty of time to fall in the downward spiral of sadness later, thinking that you will never be his. That he will never be yours. You escaped the peaceful cocoon you were wrapped in and went out of his bed. Out of his house. Out of your own mind.

Later that day, after your shift

As you arrived at your place, you opened your message app and started to read it. At the same time, you took your shoes off by shaking your feet one by one, over the rug in the hall. Right after your shower when you sat on the couch with a bowl of Japchae, you passed out exhausted.

Meanwhile, Jiyong was upside down. He had spent the day thinking of you, your relationship. He was affirmative, his feelings for you had changed, he was deeply in love with his best friend. There was no doubt in his mind. And he had no idea how you would react to it.

He didn’t want to lose you, but the feeling was so strong now that he accepted it, he had to confess. He needed to.

Unlike your habit, and the timing couldn’t be more paradoxical, you had left him on read all day. It happened once before but it was because you were too busy with work. Why did it have to happen on a day like today, when he was already so out of his mind. Did you feel him today? Did you realize the changes taking place in him? Was that why you ignored his calls and texts? Were you angry? Maybe you found him too clingy. Maybe he made you feel uncomfortable. He was going crazy with all these questions when he realised that it was already 2am. It was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Sighting, he wore his ‘incognito costume’, meaning jogging pants, a hoodie, a face mask and a beanie. Nothing fancy, nothing to expose his identity. Hopefully, the streets will be empty at this time of the night.

He walked around his neighbourhood, wandering. He could only think of you, what your reaction could be when he’ll open his heart to you. He didn’t want to imagine the worst, he couldn’t imagine you rejecting him, his heart felt heavy with pain just at the thought of it. With the consequences that this could bring, the changes to your relationship. We should not dwell on it. He had to go heart first and confess, hoping for the best.

He realized that he was now in front of your apartment block, that he had been walking along your street for a while now, like a stalker. What if something happened bad to you? Just thinking about it made him anxious. He needed to see you, to make sure that first you were safe and warm and second that you were not mad at him. That he didn’t lose you. But why would you be mad? It was a downward spiral of thoughts. It had to stop.

He entered the building with his key, took the elevator and then ran in the hallway impatiently. He couldn’t wait to see you. To tell you. It was a strong and invalidating feeling, he had to confess. His heart had to come back to normal, otherwise he would go crazy.

Unable to wait for you to open the apartment door, he slammed it open. What he discovered inside broke him into pieces, in the best way possible. You were wearing that same old clothes he saw you so often with. That horrible kit that made him hiss in disapproval each time he saw you dressed in. There was nothing he could do to make you stop wearing it. He had tried it all. Somewhere along the way, he had let go. It was a really good thing, it allowed him to discover you curled up on the couch with untouched food on the table near you. Your hands were hidden in the sleeves of your sweater, joined under your chin. You were so cute, peacefully asleep in your comfort clothes, his heart melted.

He squatted down in front of you and with much tenderness, he caressed your face. He didn’t want to wake you up, he just needed to touch you. He was finally able to breathe.

You felt his hand on your cheek and automatically, you knew it was Jiyong. You must have been dreaming, you were at your place, alone. Humming with content, you whispered his name with a satisfied smile across your lips and turned to face the other side.

“Sleep, hun… I’ll wait tomorrow, I can wait now”.

“Ji?” you exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here?” you asked as you rub your eyes and opened the light that sat on the low table. When you discovered his features, you jumped off the couch and sat on the floor in front of him. “What’s going on? What happened”.

He didn’t understand what you meant, he didn’t say anything yet

“Ji, you cried! What happened?”

“I cried? ooooh, yes” patting his face he realized that he did, indeed, have semi-dried tears on his cheeks. So he cried and didn't realize it.

“Why??? What happened?” you asked in a hurry.

“Nothing happened. I just cried…”

“Something must have, you had cried and landed in my living room at 3 am” you cupped his cheeks and started a visual inspection of him. You needed to make sure that he was okay, that nothing happened to him. That he was not sick or hurt physically at least. He found you beautiful.

“I love you”

“Yes Ji, I know… love you too” you answered mindlessly as you scritized his face, concentrating on your inspection.

He grabbed your wrists and held your hands close to his heart. He had started to talk, he couldn’t stop now. He didn’t want to. With all his courage and all the hope he could gather, he repeated.

“Y/n, I love you”

“...”

“I love you”

You understood what he just said, the words he pronounced but not quite the meaning. You locked eyes with him, searching for an answer to your unspoken question. His beautiful eyes were not sparkling exactly the same way than before. He seemed agitated and peaceful at the same time, it was strange.

“Ji? What’s going on? Are you drunk?”

“Yah… Pabo! Let’s sit more comfortably, I’ll explain”.

You both transferred on the couch, sitting face to face with your knees up under your chin. You held your legs against your chest in a comforting manner. He couldn’t resist the temptation to touch you and he placed a hand flat on your forearm, amazed by your beauty as much as touched by your obvious concern.

“Y/n… Let me talk please”

It made you smile. If the situation would have not been that tensed, you would have laughed your ass out and mock him.

“I didn’t place a word Ji, I’m waiting for you to explain your interruption in my living room in the middle of the night. I think it’s fair to say that I’m letting you talk”.

“Yes, sorry” he scratched his head with shyness “what I meant was let me talk before you do. But first, why didn’t you answer my calls or texts today? I was scared something happened to you”.

“I figure, sorry Ji. I was dead busy today, couldn’t find the time to eat anything or rest. I took a shower and wanted to call you but the minute I sat on the couch, I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to make you worry”

“Fair enough… and what happened at work today? You had a good day? Did you finally decide to buy yourself a cat?”

“Ji…” you cut him. He was running around the bush and you became impatient. “Ji, tell me. What is it about?”

“I promise you that if you don’t feel the same way, I’ll be okay, I’ll manage to survive. Goodness, I’m petrified”.

While he took his sweet time to say what he had to say, an image was forming in your mind. Did he mean what you think he meant? It couldn’t be possible. Febrile, hope bloomed inside of you.

“Ji… what’s going on?”

“I love you”

The mocking gaze of your best friend was gone. Instead, in his eyes you saw a loving feeling come to life. You read in it doubt and hope. Lots of hope. In his eyes, new sparks you never thought that would shine on for you. This beautiful vision speaked louder than words.

“I realised lately that you’re the one I want to share my life with. The affection I had, it changed into love. Now, I smile like an idiot when I hear your voice. I melt when you pronounce my name. I want my hands on you all the time. I want to hug you. I want to be a better person and make you proud. I want the world a better place just for you to be more safe. I want to make you happy, just like you make me. I want to kiss you. I want to hold your hand on my way to paradise if it exists, and I want to be born with you again in our next life. Say something please…”

“That hand of mine will hold yours till the end of our life and again in the next one. I promise you that”.

It was not what he expected to hear. He was so scared that you would reject him, he never thought you would really share his feelings. He just hoped with all his heart, unsure and nervous. Therefore, he was unable to process the words you spoke.

“What?”

You didn’t repeat, instead you leaned in and kissed him, putting all your love in the kiss. The tenderness you feel for him, the passion too. You put all those intentions as your lips sealed with his. Tears went down both your cheeks and mixed together before falling on your clothes.

“You love me?” he asked between the kisses. “For real?”

He cupped your cheeks with a tenderness that you never felt before. His hands on you was now the only thing that matters.

“Ji, I love you. I love you so much… loved you for years now”.

“Woah, really?”

“Let’s not talk about it yet, we have plenty of time ahead. But yes, I love you. I thought I was so obvious”.

“Not at all, I didn’t realize. I’m sorry love, to realize that you were mine this late”.

“It’s okay Ji, I never thought that you could love me back so I'm more than happy right now. I’m in heaven”.

“Me too”

You looked at each other, smiling shyly.

“I can’t wait to bring you out on our first date. It will be so nice to hold your hand… to show everybody that you are mine, that I’m the luckiest man who got the prettiest girl”.

“Aaaaw Ji”

Your heart was so light but it was beating fast at the same time. You were happy like you were never before. You felt fully and wonderfully alive, loved and overwhelmed. Jiyong’s features told you that he felt the exact same way about you. He had that shy loving smile of his.

“Ji… Is this for real?”

“I could ask you the same”

“Love of my life…” you whispered as you kissed him a sweet and feverish kiss. You broke contact and plonged your eyes into his “you have no idea how you make me feel right now. I’ve been longing for you, for your kisses and touch all this time. I was loving you in silence and now I can finally touch you. I don’t mean sexually… Just to be able to cup your beautiful face like that and I’m in heaven” you said as you cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I doubt the ‘not sexually’ part but I know exactly how you feel. It seems like you are too far away from me. You would be sitting on my lap and you would still be too far. I’m craving for you”

“Come” you said, standing up. You took his hand in yours and as you walked backwards, you guided him towards your bedroom. His smile grew bigger.

“Where are we going?”

“You confessed your love to me while I was wearing those clothes that you hate so much. I think it’s only fair that we take them off now… I mean, not to ruin your mood”

“You… you sure?”

“Not a bit… I’m scared that I will deceive you. I’m scared that you will not love what you see…”

“Shhhhh” he stopped you with a kiss “there is no such thing possible. You walked naked so many times before me, I already know all your curves”

“I never walked naked in front of you…”

“You do”

“Nope…”

“all the time…”

“Wanna see what naked is? Let me show you” you took your clothes off in the speed of light, exposing your naked forms in front of him. “See? Have you ever seen me naked like that before?”

He smiled a cocky smile and pushed the clothes that were on the floor with his foot. He didn’t answer your question; instead, he held out a trembling hand, the only clue of the fire roaring in him. He put it flat on the side of your neck. His touch was delicate and full of love. You felt his raw emotion in the way he was touching you, looking at you. He couldn't believe he was so lucky. That you were his and you felt the same.

“I love what I see. I love every inch of that body because it’s yours. I will love and cherish it until the day I die”

A single tear fell down off your eyes. There was no cloud under your sky and if ever you meet some along the way, you will certainly find a way to overcome it. Of that, you had no doubt.

“I love you Jiyong”

“I love you Y/n”

Without another word, he lifted you from the ground and transported you to you to your bed. With all the love he had, and all the love you had too, you started your new life together in the most beautiful way possible.

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waitinginthedarke · 7 years

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Maybe Someday

A Kwon Jiyong Story

Summary: She was a rose, and he was the darkness that should have killed it…but when a rose is made of enough light to penetrate even the deepest darkness, sometimes the two are able to become one…

Genre: Fluff, Smut.

Part 2

‘-The comeback is provisionally scheduled for mid-January, but in terms of time it seems like the beginning of March will be more doable and convenient for everyone, and with the girls comeback in only a week it will give you plenty of time to polish the songs to your hearts content-‘

‘Can I go on holiday?’

Jiyong wasn’t paying enough attention to watch the way Yang sighs heavily and glares up at him from beneath his brows where he’d been reading from the schedule on his desk, leaning back in his chair with an expression of scorn as he regards the man lounged across the sofa across the room from him.

‘Have you been listening to what I’ve been saying at all?’ Yang asks frustratedly, taking in the way Jiyong opens his eyes and turns to look at him with a neutral expression, raising his eyebrows when he sees Yang staring at him reproachfully.

‘Of course I have. But I just wondered when I would be able to have a break?...you know, maybe pop over to Peru…possibly Europe…’

‘Jiyong, you don’t do holidays. The last time you went you failed to relax once and spent the whole time working-‘

‘Because that was a working holiday.’ Jiyong cuts the older man off boredly, giving him a look that revealed how tired Jiyong truly was, before he sat up and leant forward on his knees to rest his head in his hands.

‘Look. Jiyong. All you have to do is get past the album release, and the world tour, and then you’ll have at least a month of relaxation before enlistment-‘

‘That’s in November.’ Jiyong states annoyedly, seeing the impatient look Yang shoots him when he realizes he wasn’t focusing on what he should be focusing on, and instead of arguing further, he simply stands up and stretches languidly, before heading to the door.

‘Where are you going?’ Yang demands tiredly, not making a move as he watches Jiyong walk away, but simply watching him tiredly instead.

‘I have 50 billion meetings today, but none of them are in the studio, so since I figure we’re finished here, I’m going to squeeze in some time to look at one of my new tracks now if you don’t mind.’ Jiyong explains politely, turning to bow to Yang pointedly just before he got to the door, smiling at him mock politely, before slipping from the room before the chief executive could stop him... not that he ever tried to.

You smile happily down at the cup of caffeine filled goodness in your hands as you walk back down the corridor to the studio you’d been hibernating in since the night before, having taken a break to walk to the coffee shop across the road from the YG building, and feeling much better for it as you feel the liquid energy begin to disperse into your veins.

However, its just as you go to walk into your studio that you see his usual studio door lit up, signalling someone was inside, and after deliberating for a moment you pull your phone out of your pocket as you walk into your studio, setting your coffee down and typing out a text to send to him.

[Y/N: Are you in your studio? X]

[KJ: Depends, whose asking?]

[Y/N: Me? X]

[KJ: Doors open ;)]

You couldn’t help the butterflies that bombard your stomach at his response, just like they did every time you messaged him, biting your lips to try to restrain your smile, but failing miserably as you pick up your coffee once more and make your way to Jiyong’s studio, pausing at the door and knocking quietly, before opening it to peek inside, checking no-one was in the corridor behind you first.

‘Hey.’ You say quietly, smiling shyly as you slip through the door and close it behind you, finding him lounged in his desk chair, but he’s not focused on the various screens and sound desks in front of him, instead, he’s laid back with his eyes closed, and his arms crossed, a drawn expression on his face which is disturbed momentarily as he peeks an eye open to look at you.

‘Hey…come here.’ He mutters, his command making you smile in puzzlement as you follow it, shuffling over to see what he was doing, and placing your coffee on the table by the sofa on the way past, before coming to a stop beside him.

‘How come you’re in here? You usually don’t get into your studio until-‘

‘Beautiful, let me cuddle you.’ He cuts you off, sitting up suddenly and reaching out to grab your waist, pulling you onto his lap which causes you to become flustered as you worry that someone was going to walk in on you both, before you settle after a few moments, and let him pull you into him so that you could lay on his chest with his arm wrapped comfortably around you, his cheek pressed to your head.

‘Ji, whats wrong?’ you ask quietly after a few minutes, beginning to trace light patterns across the skin of his arm as you wait for his answer and trying not to get wholly consumed by the warmth and softness of him surrounding you.

‘Nothings wrong. …I’m just tired. …and I wanted to have a moment with my girlfriend…isn’t that-‘

‘JI!’ you reprimand him, the way he’d simply stated that one word out loud- that could get you both into serious trouble if anyone found out- having you momentarily freaking out, before he clutches you tightly against him once more, pressing a light kiss to your hair that cuts your complaint off into silence.

‘Babe, be quiet. We were having a moment.’ He mutters, his voice tired, his exhaustion being emphasized in his sigh, and so despite the way your body was freaking out about the way he was touching you so lovingly despite the potential that anyone could walk in on the two of you at any minute, you comply with his wishes and snuggle into his chest, timidly side-eyeing his neck for a few seconds, before stretching your lips up to press a kiss against his throat.

‘Mmmm, what was that for?’ he murmurs, eyes closed as he fights the sleepiness that had suddenly overtaken him with the feeling of happiness and safety he felt having you in his arms.

‘You seem tired.’ You mumble, your attention becoming increasingly consumed with the spot on his neck that you’d kissed as you begin to wonder what it would taste like today; what perfume he’d be wearing.

‘Mmh, early starts always get me.’ He explains, chuckling quietly, before there is a stagnant pause, and then: ‘It felt good.’

He always seemed to know when you needed a nudge.

You only hesitate for a moment, before shyly pressing your lips to his neck again, attempting to settle your racing heart as you linger there, before drawing in a quiet breath from his throat and parting your lips to stroke your tongue timidly across his skin, feeling his heartbeat faintly through the thin flesh, but hearing the satisfied sigh that escapes him as he loosens his grip on you so that you could readjust yourself slightly, leading you to be laid on top of him.

Today it was rich berries and liquorice, a hint of woodsmoke tantalizing your tastebuds as the aftertaste evolves into the sting of alcohol and chemicals, but the mix of fruit and candy alone has you going back for more, your hands gripping gently at his biceps as you lay open mouthed kisses across his neck. He appears to be so lost in your caresses, that its not until his phone is ringing, breaking up the quiet sounds of pants and barely there moans, that you realize you’d become a lot rougher in your ministrations, the sound making you jolt back on his lap to see that you’d littered his neck with small red marks that mingled among hues of purple.

‘Crap-‘

‘Hello?’

You quickly shut up when you realize he’d answered the phone, looking at his face and finding him watching you with eyes full of thoughts that seemed far from PC, but at that moment you were too busy biting your lip and gently grazing your fingertips across the marks you’d made, that you don’t realize just how excited he’d become.

‘I had half an hour spare, I’ll be there in 2 minutes- yes, im aware you hate it when I run off but I am still a person, I have rights- yeah….okay…sure…I’ll be there in a minute.’ He mutters, his voice losing enthusiasm as he hangs up the phone and glances up at you, before reaching up to pull gently at your lip with his thumb to get you to stop biting it.

‘I might have got a bit carried away.’ You murmur quietly before you could chicken out from telling him, still so scared that one day you’d put a foot too far out of line with him and he’d have a diva fit on you, but you knew that was just your fear of his superstar status.

‘I did notice you were rather into it.’ He mutters, smirking up at your half worried, half embarrassed expression and you go back to biting your lip as your mind races to think of some way to hide the marks.

‘Beautiful, you don’t have to worry- Wait! Where are you going?’ he calls when you scramble off of his lap, standing to chase after you, but stopping when you raise your hands to tell him to wait as you dart out the door to run to your studio before returning.

‘What are you-‘

‘Sit down.’ You command, your worry over him being late for whatever meeting he had making you climb back onto his lap and tilt his head to the side without a comment, before beginning to apply the concealer to his neck that you’d grabbed from your bag.

‘Are you putting make-up on me?’ he chuckles, his hands that had found their way to your hips kneading your sides happily as he allows you to paint his skin.

‘I don’t want people spreading rumors about you.’ You mutter as you concentrate, beginning to apply the foundation powder and being extra careful not to get any on his shirt.

‘One day im going to tell the world that you’re mine.’ He states definitely, his voice hard and you pause as you apply the final bit of powder, sighing as you sense his usual argument on the tip of his tongue, the foreboding in his words causing you to lean your forehead against his as you close your eyes.

‘One day…Everyone will know how much I love you.’ He whispers, knowing you were fully concentrating on him at this point, and the two of you share a moment as you silently battle with him, knowing he was thinking about all the arguments you’d had about not upsetting the fans…about not becoming a spectacle…about not breaking the company rules….about protecting you…

‘You have work to do.’ You mutter quickly before he could say anything else, bringing yourself out of the imagined utopia of being able to show everyone that he was yours and you were his, and quickly setting a kiss on his lips, before climbing off of his lap and heading to the door.

‘What about your coffee?’ he asks, voice somehow even more tired than before, and despite the battle within yourself not to turn and look at him, you still glance back at his warm brown eyes boring into you, his hand outstretched with your coffee cup clutched in it as he silently begged you not to leave, but you end up just smiling at him sadly.

‘Keep it. …you look like you need it more than me.’

(T.B.C)

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baejl · 4 years

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chanel couple

exo 10th member au

when somi and gd talked for the first time

masterlist 🌻 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

“Your seat is the middle one in the main line.” Somi’s manager said as he watched the girl yawning on the backseat. "I'll be right in front of you but on the other side of the stage."

"Is it too late to go back to the hotel and sleep?" Somi asked feeling the jetlag hitting her. The makeup artist beside her laughed.

"It won't be too tiring." the woman said. "And we're talking about Chanel... they won't disappoint us."

"Oh, I hope so." Somi hugged herself and leaned back on the seat.

Somi knew that as soon as she get on the place where the fashion show was going to happen she would stay a little bit happier, but for now she only wanted to sleep and sleep more.

"Let me fix your contour..." the makeup artist said leaning over her seat and Somi with a pallet on her hands. Somi whined but let the woman do her job while the stylist fixed the beret on her head.

It didn't take them more than five minutes to arrive at the venue. Her manager was the first one to jump out of the car and as soon the fans realized who he was, they started to scream for Somi.

He walked around the car and opened the door to her, who took his hand and got out of the car and waved for all the fans waiting for her.

"Somi, this way!" a paparazzi said and she turned at him and posed for the picture.

"Now look over your shoulder please..."

"Can you turn around?"

"Somi, what's your new project?"

"Can you tell us if EXO is coming back this year?"

"Okay, that's enough..." her manager said staying in front of her and indicating her the place she should go. "Let's go."

Somi waved a last goodbye to the fans and headed to where all those securities and her manager were telling her to go.

The weather in Paris wasn't as cold as the last time she was there, the sun warming her skin gave a bit more of excitement. Somi greeted some other stylists and models there.

"Madame Choi," the security called her. "your seat is right here." he pointed at the empty chair.

"Merci." she thanked him with a warm smile and sat on the golden chair with her name on it.

Somi's attention was quickly taken by the person sitting right next to her.

The last time she saw him, it was more than three years ago before he even enlisted and it was clear that he changed a lot while serving the army. G Dragon was looking a lot more... mature.

He yawned before finally looking at the girl.

"Oh," he said kinda startled and got up to how at her. "hi."

"Hi!" Somi did the same. Even though she's in the business for almost ten years now, she would always be nervous in the presence of a sunbaenim. "It's good to see you here."

"Well, this is not where I wanted to be but here I am." he giggled and Somi noticed his dimples. "What about you, Somi?"

She blinked twice and she realised he knew her name.

"M-Me?" she cleaned her throat. "I was invited actually."

"Ooh," he whistled and she blushed. "Invited? I see I'm not the only VIP here."

Somi laughed at his joke.

"I'm sorry to take your position." she said still laughing.

"Don't worry, at least it was someone equally attractive." he joked once again.

Somi tsked and smiled shyly.

The chat died when someone started to talk with Gdragon and interrupting Somi, who just smiled and fixed her posture.

Living with 12 boys Somi would always be apprehensive or nervous around other boys, especially when she was alone, but something about Gdragon made her comfortable enough to even joke.

"Somi?" she heard him calling her and she turned around faster than she thought.

"Yes?"

He leaned over her direction until he was close enough to her ear.

"They want us to take a picture together." he slightly pointed at the woman who had interrupted her earlier. "Is that okay?"

Somi opened her mouth trying to find a great way to saying 'my manager is going to kill me' but gave up. She searched for her manager but, as she couldn't find him, she just nodded.

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Are you sure?" he asked reluctantly. "I don't want to cause any troubles."

"That's okay, sunbaenim." she beamed at him.

He turned at the woman and said something in french and she started to make a sign so they could get closer. He made the first step and moved his chair closer to hers.

"She shoulder, your arm." the woman mumbled and he shook his head. A few seconds later, Somi finally got what she was trying to say.

"You can do it if you feel comfortable." Somi told GD, who showed her a side smile.

He put his right arm behind her shoulder but instead of touching her, he supported his arm on the chair. Somi put a part of her hair to the back.

She could feel he was staring at her but just decided to ignore.

"1, 2,..." the photographer counted and pressed the button. "One more."

"Fuck." he mumbled making Somi giggle.

The woman took advantage of their spontaneous moment and took the picture she wanted, giving small jumps when she saw the result. GD moved his chair away while Somi tried to look normal with that situation.

"Look, look." the woman said showing the camera's display.

The picture was probably one of prettiest one a paparazzi has ever taken of Somi, but it was definitely apparent that both were uncomfortable with the situation.

Mumbling some french words, the woman left the place leaving the two idols alone again.

"Sorry, that was weird." Somi apologized. "You didn't have to put your arm if you didn't want to."

Gdragon laughed once again.

"You're so cute!" he said covering his mouth.

Somi also giggled but deep inside she wanted to bury her head and never show up again.

"I just hope you know that that picture will be spread in every single magazine cover tomorrow." he said.

"I'm used to polemics, sunbaenim." Somi told him.

"Can I ask you something?" he suddenly said and Somi nodded. "Stop calling me sunbaenim."

"But that's what you are." Somi said drowning.

"Call me GD, oppa or even Jiyong." he suggested. "But I don't think you have to call me sunbaenim anymore."

Somi was about to protest when the lights went out. Gdragon looked at Somi with the bost mischievous smile she has ever seen and winked at her saying.

"The show is about to begin."

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years

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We’ve got this (ft. G Dragon)

Your’s and Jiyong’s journey welcoming someone into your family.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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This is slightly angsty, but is mostly an overload of fluff. It’s also to celebrate 150 followers!! Thanks you guys!:)) Please continue to support me :)) Always grateful:)

Features appearances from Taeyang and Hyorin.

Warnings: cursing, pregnancy, smut, fingering, unprotected sex(use protection y’all) .

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“Jiyong? Babe? I’m home. Sorry I’m late. Youngbae called for help with picking tampons and it took a while to get him to calm down. Where are you?”

You walked in, looking for your boyfriend. You were a little grumpy because he was leaving for a tour the next day, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, and your time with him was getting cut short. You wouldn’t be seeing him for five months. You had just entered your kitchen when you felt his hands cover your eyes. His lips were so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Shhh love. Relax. I’ve got you.”

You did not relax. There were goosebumps all over your body. No matter how long you had been together, Jiyong always had that effect on you. He led you to your bedroom, removing his hands to leave you there, with only a box and a small handwritten note for guidance. Smiling, you picked up the note.

“I got you a little something. It’s your favourite colour :)”

Excited, you opened up the box to find some beautiful maroon lace lingerie. It was scandalous, but so oh beautiful. Buried in them was a note you found saying,

“Go look at the mirror after putting these on.”

Blushing, you turned around and found a small post it stuck to the mirror.

“I knew you’d look stunning in these.”

Still with a smile you knew would not leave your face for the night, you went back to the box and found a gorgeous black dress. It was floor length and sleeveless, with a plunging neckline, and in classic Jiyong fashion, perfectly accessorised from head to two in tones of gold and maroon. At the bottom of the box, there was another note.

“When you’re done, follow the fairy lights.”

Feeling emotional already, you opened the door and found fairy lights leading you towards the balcony. Wiping away a tear of happiness, you followed them and nearly cried when you saw Jiyong standing there with his arms open, a perfectly laid out table and the rest of the balcony lined with fairy lights stuffed in glass bottles behind him. You were so overwhelmed. Only when Jiyong walked up to you and lifted your hand to kiss it did you snap out of it. And when you looked at Jiyong, your knees nearly gave way then and there. In perfectly snug black slacks, an oversized maroon shirt showing an unholy amount of his chest and collarbones and all the right earrings, he left you breathless. Sometimes, you just couldn’t believe you were dating that man. Out of nowhere, music started playing and Jiyong wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying along to the music. You wrapped your arms around him and looked up at him smiling with that gummy smile.

“What is this Jiyong?”

Twirling you around once, he placed a light kiss on your lips before saying,

“Well, I know I’m not the best boyfriend in the world, but I wanted our evening to be perfect tonight.”

You were melting. He was wrong. He was definitely the best boyfriend in the world. You pulled him down by the collar into a deep kiss, wanting to just stay there in his arms and freeze that moment in time. He pulled away after a while, with his eyebrows raised.

“Wow. If you loved that, wait till you see what I’ve cooked.”

You laughed.

“You? Cooking? Ji, are you sure you didn’t just order some pizza?”

He beamed at you.

“Nope. I didn’t. I took the day off, facetimed your mom and got your favourite food right.”

You gasped.

“Ji, are you saying-”

Grinning, he said,

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. And it tastes fucking amazing.”

“Oh Ji…”

He smirked.

“Yes, I know. I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes but you didn’t disagree.

You and Jiyong had an amazing dinner. He was right. He had made your favourite meal really well and you were mind blown. You tried not to think about how you wouldn’t see him for the next five months, but he did a good job of making sure you weren’t dwelling on it and were happy. At the end of dinner, he pushed the table out of the way, filled two wine glasses up to the brim, started playing music and held out a glass for you with a smirk on his face. Jiyong’s playlist was pretty innocent, but your thoughts were anything but. As the two of you playfully danced around to the music, you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and drew him closer to you, taking a few minutes to absorb that familiar scent and feel. He hummed along to the music, gently taking both your now empty glasses and put them down on the table and came back, wrapping his arms back around you. He smiled gently at you and slowly swayed to the music. You let your hands slide down to his chest, playing with his chain for a while before finally unbuttoning his shirt a little more. Immediately, his smile was replaced by that sinful smirk. You knew from that moment on it was about who would give in first and you were determined to make him. He let his hands slide down from your waist, letting them rest upon your butt. You suppressed the moan rising in your throat and rested your head against his chest, letting your lips rest against his collar bones. He pulled you closer, allowing you to feel the bulge against you. You smirked. He had made a mistake. You pressed yourself into him, with your boobs flush against his arm and your hips rocking against his now prominent bulge. You heard him hiss but he persevered. One of his hands came up to play with the one knot holding up your dress as he leaned down to whisper,

“Come on Y/N. You know you want this.”

You moved your lips to his ear.

“Don’t act like you don’t Ji. You’re a bad liar.”

He pulled you even closer, pressing his erection into you, but that backfired, because you couldn’t hold on to that moan any longer. You let out a long, breathy moan of his name against his ear and with that, he lost it. He picked you up and kissed you, wrapping your legs around his waist while he moved towards the bedroom.

You wanted to laugh and gloat, but you couldn’t, because he had you in his arms, wrapped in a deep, toe curling kiss, and very soon, you lost the ability to think at all. You wanted him. He threw you on the bed, pushing off the box haphazardly. He smirked at the flushed, breathless you he had left on the bed. He stripped and climbed on top of you. His hands reached for your face and he held you gently, kissing you yet again, memorising everything about you. After a few minutes, his hands finally strayed down, undid the knot by your waist and threw the dress off you. And when he saw you, he had to stop for a minute. He had stopped everything and was just staring at you, drinking in the sight of you. You squirmed feeling his hands leave your body, but after that, you felt a little shy. Blushing, you asked him,

“What are you doing?”

Not taking his eyes off you for even a second, he replied.

“You’re just so goddamn beautiful.”

Leaving you speechless, he dropped down to your belly, dropping light kisses there, slowly making his way upwards, letting his hands wrap around your thighs and draw you closer to him. He gently traced patterns onto your thigh, slowly making his way up, enjoying the way you were squirming. Not wanting to let go of you for even a second, he reached around and kissed your back before unhooking your bra with his teeth, making you gasp at the cold air. Your nipples were already hard but he couldn’t help it. He flattened his tongue against your right nipple before swirling his tongue around, making your nipple harden even more. He switched to the other, the cold air on your wet nipple making you gasp and grab his hair. He played with your nipple until you were begging him and writhing beneath him.

“Jiyong please.”

And he finally listened, coming up to pull you into another kiss. His hands slid your panties off and he gently dipped his fingers into your folds, smirking when he realised how wet you were. He let his lips trail over your neck, murmuring,

“Oh love, all this for me?”

before latching down on the spot above your left collarbone and sucking. At the same time, he let his fingers circle around your clit, gently tapping on it. Your back arched and his other hand came up to play with the nipple you had so helpfully pressed against him. he looked down at you. God, you were beautiful. He had to memorise this. With that, he let his lips trail further down to just beneath your boobs before sucking down there. His fingers gently increased the speed and moved closer to your clit. He slowly increased the pressure he was putting on your clit and that was it. You were close. So close. And when he lightly spanked your clit before rubbing down on it, you came. You let out a breathy moan, pulling Jiyong close and collapsing. He looked at you, a flushed moaning mess with marks blossoming all over your chest and neck, smirked and collapsed next to you, pulling you into his arms, getting ready to snuggle when you interrupted him.

“Ji?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want you in me.”

Surprised, he turned to look at you.

“Princess, I wanted to make this all about you tonight.”

You turned to look at him smiling, but with a tear running down your face.

“I know Ji, but I really, really need you in me.”

Your lip was trembling, but before that dam could break, Jiyong kissed you again, gently moving on top of you. He pulled away for a second to cup your face.

“Y/N, I love you. I love you so much.”

Still a little teary-eyed, you kissed his hands and replied.

“I love you too Jiyong. So, so much.”

Jiyong pulled you back into a kiss and entered you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding on to his arms and back for support. He also had tears streaming down his face while he thrusted into you, slow and steady, both of you taking your time to savour every second. The two of you continued like that for a while, both pressed flush against each other, enjoying the intimacy. You came first and a few minutes later, with one long thrust, so did Jiyong. He slowly lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest, as close as you could get. Your voice was a little shaky when you said,

“I’ll miss you.”

He rubbed your shoulders, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I know love. So will I. But I will be back. It’ll be over before we know it.”

Both of you knew that wasn’t true but neither of you wanted to say it. You broke the silence.

“I love you Jiyong.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

And then, he turned towards you, pulled you even closer, wrapped both his arms around you and kissed you lightly. You snuggled into his neck, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his arms. The two of you fell asleep like that. And when he left early the next morning, both of you pretended like you were asleep. You just let him press a light kiss on your forehead and leave, not wanting to let him see you cry and Jiyong left, not wanting you to cry.

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One month later, you were staring at your doctor in disbelief. You froze and then you burst out laughing.

“Ah, good one Unnie. Nothing popped up on my report, right?”

She smiled at you, let your laughter subside, and with that same calm smile, she said,

“Nope. I’m not kidding Y/N. You’re pregnant. Congratulations!”

Your head was spinning. You were pregnant. You were pregnant?! What? Oh. That’s a lot to take in. You slowly started to smile. You were pregnant. You were finally starting a family with Jiyong. There might be a mini you or a mini Jiyong in you. You were so, so happy. You were a little nervous, because you knew Jiyong loved kids, but you weren’t sure whether he wanted them right then, but you were pretty sure he’d be happy. You sat there for the next five minutes with a stupidly happy grin on your face before your doctor snapped you out of it to make sure you’d listen to all the important stuff about pregnancy.

As soon as you stepped out of the clinic, you called Hyorin and Youngbae. You were so excited. A little nervous. But super excited. They both picked up at the same time.

“Why’re you calling both of us at the same time Y/N?”

“I have news. But, and this is specifically for Youngbae, you cannot tell Jiyong. It’s a surprise. Promise.”

Hyorin immediately agreed. Youngbae seemed unsure.

“I don’t know Y/N. Does it have to be a surprise?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes. Yes, it does.”

He groaned.

“Fine. I promise I won’t tell him.”

“I’m pregnant.”

You pulled the phone away from your ears a little, anticipating both Hyorin and Youngbae yelling, which did happen. You interrupted their questioning.

“Wait you guys. I’ll drive over to your place right now. We can talk there. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

Hyorin squealed, but you could still hear Youngbae deadpan,

“Please don’t.”

-----

Jiyong was walking down the street in Paris, lonely, but still enjoying the weather and the vibe. But fate had other plans for him. as he was walking down the street, something in the window caught his eye. It was a flashy, ostentatious ring. Gold band studded with diamonds throughout. But he wanted it. Not that specific ring, but at that moment, he knew the first thing he had to do when he got back home was to ask you to marry him and take you ring shopping. It was time to pick an engagement ring.

-----

Four months later, and you were getting big, and fast. As you sat there watching Jiyong’s old performances, your mind wandered. You hated the new pregnancy diet you were on. You really missed your wine and your tea. The morning sickness and the constant aches and pains were really bad. You had a headache that was increasing with every second. None of your clothes fit right. You were nervous about telling Jiyong. But most of all, you missed him. You wished he was with you, helping you when your back hurt too much or just cuddling with you when you got sad, but not only did you want to surprise him, but you also knew that he would be miserable that he couldn’t be with you. You rubbed your belly, smiling.

“It’s just you and me for now, tiny.”

You quickly glanced at the clock.

“But appa will be here next week, so don’t worry. I know he’ll love you.”

You stretched behind you to get the bottle of water when you saw someone open the front door. Jiyong slowly walked in, wheeling in, or at least trying to wheel in, his suitcase quietly. He looked up when he heard you drop the bottle. He smiled sheepishly.

“I was hoping you’d be asleep so I could surprise you properly in the morning. Why’re you up so late anyway?”

You couldn’t process what was happening. Jiyong’s smile widened and he opened his arms.

“Surprise!”

Finally, things began to sink in. You smiled too, slowly getting up and holding your belly.

“Surprise, Ji.”

His eyes widened and before you knew it, he was next to you. His voice was shaky when he said,

“Y/N, you’re pregnant?”

You started tearing up. You nodded, and gently guided his hand over to your belly.

“Meet tiny, Jiyong.”

You leaned closer to your belly.

“Tiny, that’s appa.”

He was teary eyed when he asked,

“So I’m going to be a father?”

“Yes, Jiyong. Yes, you are.”

He left his hand on your belly, being very gentle when he pulled you closer and kissed you. He pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours as he whispered,

“I love you Y/N.”

You held his face and gently wiped away the stray tears.

“I love you too Jiyong.”

-----

Later that night, the two of you lay curled up in bed, all wrapped up in a blanket. He had his arm around you as you rested your head on his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, unable to believe the news he had just received. He stroked your hair and kissed your hand before asking,

“When Y/N?”

“The night before you left.”

“So, it’s been five months?”

“Yes.”

“How long have you known?”

“Four months.”

“Who else knows?”

“Just Hyorin, Youngbae and my sister.”

He pouted.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You smiled and kissed his nose.

“Because I wanted to surprise you with good news when you got back. Also, you’d have wanted to come home but wouldn’t have been able to and that would have killed you.”

Jiyong looked so heartbroken.

“But I missed so much!”

You hated that he was feeling that way. You took his face in your hands and said,

“Listen to me Jiyong. I know this is awful but even if I had told you earlier, there’s nothing you would have been able to do. I knew you’d feel this way, so…”

His eyes lit up.

“You’ve planned something?”

“Open your drawer. You’ll find flash drives full of pictures and videos from every month of pregnancy in there for you.”

“God, I love you. Y/N, will you marry me?”

Suddenly, you felt both emotional and annoyed.

“Are you serious? You asked me to marry you when I’m bloated and pimply?”

He quickly kissed you before replying,

“Yes, because no matter how bloated or pimply you are, you are always going to be the most beautiful woman in the world to me and I’ll always want to be married to you. Now will you please stop me from panicking and answer my question?”

All your annoyance and anger dissipated. Nodding happily, you replied,

“Yes, yes I will.”

You went ring shopping the next day. Both you and Jiyong picked pale gold rings with a single, clear emerald in the middle.

-----

A week later, the two of you were sitting at the table, glaring at each other suspiciously. You cleared your throat and began.

“Okay, so let’s start the negotiation.”

He nodded.

“First off, I want you to do the pregnancy diet with me.”

“What?! Nooo.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s horrible.”

“Yes, it is. But I’m doing it. And who got me here?”

Sounding so awfully resigned, he said,

“Me.”

“So, you’ll do it then?”

“Can I break it if you’re not around?”

Your eyes narrowed.

“Pregnant women don’t get to break it Jiyong.”

He shivered under your gaze.

“God, you’re scary.”

He mumbled later, almost as an afterthought.

“Is it weird that I find that hot?”

You winked at him.

“We’ll see about that later. Now your turn.”

He took a deep breath and started.

“I want Youngbae and Hyorin to be tiny’s godparents.”

“Agreed.”

“I think so because-Wait what?”

“I agree.”

“Oh okay. Great!”

And he grinned a stunningly disarming grin at you, making you grin back unwittingly. You shook your head, brain clouded with thoughts of Jiyong and his stupid, charming grin, and said,

“I want to get married after the baby.”

He paused and nodded.

“Okay Y/N. Why?”

“I don’t want to make too many changes at once. Let’s have our baby, get used to everything and then get married.”

He took a few minutes to think about it.

“Okay. Let’s do that. I’m happy with that too.”

He paused to hold your hand. He could tell you were nervous about how he would react to that.

“Listen Y/N. I meant what I said. I will always want to marry you and it doesn’t matter if it’s a little later as long as we’re together.”

You squeezed his hand, grateful that he was in your life. He continued.

“Okay. I want to make the pregnancy public.”

You were shocked. Your relationship wasn’t even public. You weren’t married. And you knew what kind of reactions things would get. Jiyong saw the look on your face and squeezed your hand again, reassuring you.

“Y/N, this is big. And you know how the media gets. They’ll find out anyway. It’s better if we tell them that we’re expecting and then keep things private.”

“Ji, but the backlash, the hate, how are we going to handle that?”

“We will tell them we want it to be private and my manager will handle the hate. This is our life. These are our choices. And they don’t get a say in them.”

You still looked kind of unsure.

“Y/N, trust me on this.”

You looked at him, staring at his determination for a few seconds before giving in.

“Okay fine. I trust you. We can do this.”

You took a deep breath and started.

“Okay, I need you to be in the room with me every step of the way for the birth. And I need you to attend all my birthing classes and do all of that with me.”

Jiyong looked shocked. He got up from his seat, knelt before you and hugged you.

“Y/N, why is that even a demand? Of course I’ll be there. I would never not be there. Why would you have to ask me?”

You bit your lip.

“Nothing. It’s just that in my family, no one ever did that. It was considered ‘unmanly’. I just needed to make sure.”

“Love, I will always be there, every step of the way. Fuck what they said about it being ‘unmanly’. That’s horrible. I could never let you do that alone.”

You smiled, feeling a weight off your chest. Jiyong hugged you and sat back down. He looked nervous, and when he opened his mouth, you understood why

“I want you to work for shorter hours.”

Immediately, you were on edge.

“Jiyong, I run my own event planning company. I can’t work less.”

“You know you can. You could just ask Natasha to take over for a while. You are partners.”

“But she does better with the finance of it. And I can work! It’s not strenuous or anything.”

Jiyong’s eyebrows shot up.

“Sweetheart, look me in the eyes and tell me that’s true. I’ve seen the way you pull all nighters and stress yourself out to get the perfect event. You always do, but you can’t risk messing up your health now. You need rest.”

You knew he was right, but you hated it. You pouted and got whiny.

“Nooo Jiyong.”

“Y/N, I’m not telling you to stop working completely. I’m just saying that maybe you shouldn’t undertake any new projects and oversee them personally for a while. Do what Natasha does. Check in from time to time and make sure the final product is good. You have some really great people working with you. They can handle this.”

You sighed. You knew he was right. once you started, you loved to deep dive into things. It was better if you stayed away from a bunch of projects for a while.

“Okay fine. You’re right. I’ll talk to Natasha tomorrow.”

He hugged you, bombarding you with kisses.

“I know. Now, you wanna go switch things up in the bedroom?”

And as you laughed, he carried you to the bedroom, whispering things into your ear that made you blush.

-----

You held his hand as you walked into the clinic together. It was Jiyong’s first visit to the clinic and you were going to find out the gender of your baby. He was so nervous and it was adorable. You had shown him all the sonograms you had but nothing ever truly explains it like being there in person. You were in the waiting room, amused, watching him freak out reading all the birth magazines there.

“Y/N, oh god. We’re not prepared. We’re not ready for this at all. Do we want a water birth? What is a doula? Why do I not know any of this?!”

You let him ramble for a few minutes before grabbing his face and kissing him.

“Jiyong. Listen to me. We’ve got this. We’ll figure this out. It’s okay.”

You smiled at him, watching his face relax into a smile too. It was just then that the nurse called you in.

You lay there, watching him with rapt eyes as the doctor showed him your baby. Tiny. Jiyong was hearing your baby’s heartbeat for the first time. And your eyes filled up with tears looking at the way Jiyong was crying. You reached for his hand, pulling him a little closer to wipe some of the tears away. Your doctor coughed softly, making both of you turn to look at her.

“Your tiny is a girl. Congratulations!”

Jiyong sat down next to you, crying as he rested his hands over your belly. He looked at you, wide-eyed.

“Our daughter.”

“Yes Jiyong, our daughter. Our baby.”

-----

You were hungry, you were grumpy and you felt like crying. You couldn’t see your feet anymore. It was 4 in the morning, you were waiting alone at home for Jiyong to get back. Why was he taking so long? All he had to do was get you your favourite crepes and come back home so that you could cuddle and not be hangry any more. You groaned. You were so annoyed. At the back of your head, a small voice reminded you that you did just wake up Jiyong at 3 and forced him to go get you, a terrifyingly pregnant woman, crepes from a place that was probably closed. Your anger melted a little and you started to feel bad for waking him up. So bad that in a few minutes, you were biting your lips and curled up in a bed under a blanket, a cocoon of sadness. You were about to delve deeper into your sadness when you heard him walk in. a tired, sleepy voice called out,

“Y/N, my love, I got you your crepes.”

As he walked into the bedroom with the crepes in one hand, you pulled him into a hug. Sounding very apologetic, you said,

“Sorry for this Ji. You must be tired.”

He ruffled your hair before starting to feed you the crepes.

“No no Y/N, don’t apologise. I should always be doing this. Besides, I would have been much more annoyed if the owner didn’t take pity on me and make me some crepes after all my begging.”

-----

You were now thirty-five weeks pregnant and everything hurt. Your stomach was huge. Your back hadn’t stopped hurting in months. Your feet were aching. And most importantly, your head was killing you. it hurt so much that you couldn’t sleep. When you tossed and turned for the millionth time, Jiyong finally sat up with a sigh.

“What’s wrong love?”

You could barely manage to mumble,

“My head hurts. A lot. Jiyong, would you mind speaking softly?”

Jiyong sighed again and got up from bed. Again, you managed to mumble,

“Are you going to sleep somewhere else?”

But he was too far away to hear. He came back five minutes later with a cup of peppermint tea. He gently helped you up and gave it to you, shooting you a tired smile.

“Drink it. It’ll help.”

You mumbled a grateful thanks but he could barely hear you. You were about to crawl back into bed to deal with the pain as usual, but he stopped you.

“Wait. Hold on, let’s try something.”

He climbed in first and helped you into bed, positioning himself just a tad bit higher than you so that you could curl into him. As soon as you got comfortable, he gently began massaging your head, easing the tension in your temples. Before you could mumble a confused bunch of questions, he rubbed your back, comforting you.

“Shhh love. I got this.”

-----

You were in the hospital, staring up at the ceiling while Jiyong held your hand, hissing through the pain of those damn contractions. Why, oh why did you not get an epidural? Oh yeah, you were scared of needles. There was ‘calming’ music playing in the background, a nervous move by Jiyong to try and make things better, which was only annoying you. Birds chirping was not calming if you had developed a newfound hatred for birds. And so much pain. Oh god, so much pain. You breathed heavily when they stopped, grateful for the small release. Just as you managed to calm down, they started again. You squeezed Jiyong’s hand so hard, it was white. You could see him wincing, but you couldn’t help it. When they stopped again, you were out of it. You felt Jiyong lightly wipe your forehead clean of sweat. You turned to him, surprised to find him crying.

“Why’re you crying Ji?”

“Because you’re in pain, love.”

“Aww Jiyong – Nope, they’re starting again. Jiyong, this is all your fault.”

-----

Seven hours later, you were exhausted, but you lay there with Jiyong standing beside you, staring down at the tiny bundle against your chest, her small hand holding his finger. You could barely move, but you turned towards Jiyong and your baby, your tiny, who was finally here. You and Jiyong looked each other and nodded. Jieun was home.

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iniquitous--krp · 3 years

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Vacancy Is Open For Gdragon !!

Iniquitous is searching for residents, if you need a place to get rid of your inhabitations and let your every sinful desire run wild, this is the place for you! Ever been characterized by injustice, that could either be wicked and sinful? Come take a look into the depths of your internal desires and have your sensual fantasies become your reality. Afraid your too shy? Aww that's okay, we promise to take real good care of you. We welcome all versions of kinks, thirst, hunger, devotion and eagerness. The scale is endless - from soft to rough - remember, it's all your desires you wish to fulfill. What are you waiting for? Let's be Iniquitous together...

18+ ~ MeWe based ~ smut krp ~ semi-lit - lit ~ korean indusrty ~ general

Masterlist ✧ Rules ✧ Apply ✧ Discord ✧ Mobile Navi ✧ AFF

#smut krp #krpnetads #wanted ads #krpnet #krpnetwork #krpnetad #wanted ad #gdragon #kwon jiyong #bigbang #wanted krp ad #wanted krp #smut rp #mewe smut krp #smut roleplay #mewe krp #mewe roleplay #krpads

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kimkiyum · 4 years

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Hi there, could you please write what you think Bigbang’s kinks are? Thanks x

Daesung:

Lingerie.

Sensory deprivation.

Hair pulling.

Oral sex.

Dirty talk.

G-Dragon:

Filming the two of you.

Cum play.

Marking (biting, scratching, etc...).

Breath play.

Role playing.

Taeyang:

Mirror sex.

Sexting.

Anal.

Overstimulation (giving).

Grinding (dry humping).

T.O.P:

Bondage (giving).

Degradation (giving).

Orgasm control (giving).

Impact play (giving).

Pet play.

-Cynthia

#can you tell i headcanon top as a hard dom?#daesung #gdragon #taeyang #t.o.p #bigbang #daesung smut #gdragon smut #taeyang smut #t.o.p smut #smut #aaks #anon

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kpopscenari0s · 4 years

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longing

• gdragon x reader •

genre: fluffy smut

you had been hanging out with jiyong for the longest time, but you had no idea how to label your relationship. you were friends for years. you hooked up on the occasion. but you stressed yourself out at the thought of a label because you were worried he wouldn’t feel the same way about you. however, you did want to be more than friends.

“hey, y/n,” jiyong said, arriving at your place. “i sort of need to talk to you about something.” taken aback by his forwardness, you let him in and the two of you sat on the couch together.

jiyong turned to you: “listen. we’ve been hanging out for quite some time now, i think i like you.”

“i like you too, jiyong,” you replied. “that’s why we’ve been friends for so long.” jiyong clicked his tongue. “no, i mean i want to be your boyfriend. i really, really like you and want to treat you right.” you were in shock. you really weren’t expecting this. you gave him a look. “oh yeah? hmm. well, me too. you mean a lot to me and i can’t see myself with anyone else.”

jiyong smiled brightly. he shifted closer to you and gave you a soft kiss. you kissed him back, reaching your hand to the back of his neck. he stroked your arms and waist, deepening the kiss. “y/n, i’m so happy. i want to take care of you.” he reached for your heat, slipping his fingers through your shorts and panties and rubbed you gently.

you stopped making out to pull his fingers out and slipped them in his mouth for him to taste. “y/n, you drive me crazy.” he got down onto his knees excitedly and ripped off your shorts, causing you to yelp. he pulled your legs over his shoulders and kissed your inner thighs. you moaned softly, wanting more. he pulled your panties to the side and gave a sloppy french kiss to your clit. your head fell back in pleasure and he smiled. he nibbled on your clit softly and then gave it another kiss. “mm, jiyong i want more,” you moaned out. he obliged, picking up his pace and sucked on your clit while slipping a finger into your core. “that better?” you nodded, mouth slightly open as you felt euphoria. he continued eating you out as he fingered you and you came sweetly. you then sat up, ready to return the favour.

you unzipped his pants to reveal his erection. you looked up at him on your knees, ready to make him feel amazing. he was the only one you wanted to be with. you licked a stripe up his length from his balls to the tip then took him entirely in your mouth. he moaned your name and he began thrusting into your mouth. suddenly, he pulled out and put you on all fours on the couch. “ready, y/n?” you consented and he inserted himself into your heat slowly. you moaned out his name and he increased his pace.

“oh my god, jiyong this feels amazing- fuck.” he grinned and pulled your hair back gently. he went even faster, hitting your sweet spot. “god y/n i’m gonna cum,” his breath hitched and he quickly pulled out and came on your back. swiftly cleaning you off with a tissue, he put you on your back again, his face back between your legs. “i want you to cum again, y/n,” he said hotly. you moaned as he sucked your clit and shook his head back and forth before you came for the second time. you were in complete euphoria. no one has ever come close to making you feel this good- ever. he sat next to you on the couch and kissed your forehead, following by your nose and finally your lips. “i think i love you,” he said with his cute smile. you smiled back. “i love you,” you replied. he cuddled you on the couch and stroked your hair as you both fell asleep.

you were longing for his touch, and now you felt complete.

#gdragon imagine #gdragon scenario #gdragon smut #kwon jiyong imagine #kwon jiyong scenario #kwon jiyong smut #bigbang imagine #bigbang scenario #bigbang smut

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smitten--kitten · 4 years

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The Type to: BIGBANG Edition

T.O.P: The type to randomly move things around in your house to ‘organize’ it, even though it just makes things impossible to find

Taeyang: The type to clog a toilet

G-Dragon: The type to wear women's underwear, including yours

Daesung: The type to fall in love with his friend and endure unrequited love

#bigbang scenario #bigbang scenarios #Bigbang Smut #bigbang reaction #bigbang reactions #bigbang imagine #bigbang imagines #kittenline #gd #gdragon #g-dragon #top #t.o.p #daesung #taeyang #youngbae

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dirtykpopsnaps · 3 years

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Here’s the request for G-Dragon!

#dirty kpop snaps #kpop snaps #dirtysnaps #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong smut #g dragon #g dragon smut #bigbang gdragon #bigbang gdragon smut #bigbang #bigbang smut

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spacequokka · 4 years

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Homecoming

Pairing: dom!Jiyong x sub!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst with some Fluff

Rating: M

Summary: “You look like you’re having a great time, kitten.” Jiyong leaned in, resting a hand on your thigh. “Won’t you come sit with daddy?”

Word Count: 6.0k

Warnings: daddy kink, lots of degradation, jealousy, Jiyong’s bad with feelings, use of a knife, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I dedicate this to my first 200 followers! I love you all.

You weren’t wasted. Tipsy? Sure. Drunk? Maybe. But not wasted. You knew your name and where you were. You knew where you were going. To the bar. Your cup was empty, and you were aware of how your feet hurt in the heels you wore. So that prompted a trip to the bar.

Peeling your body away from Hoseok’s and Jimin’s had been an unpleasant task, but only because you really liked the sandwich. Their eyes, lips, and hard dicks promised a damn good time. Just thinking about it gave you tingles. You made your way through the crowd of dancers, only getting distracted once or twice by random hands on your hips that made you sway to the beat. If you didn’t have a booth with BTS to return to, you might have stayed.

You pulled your curve-hugging dress down and approached the bar, hand up to get the bartender’s attention. He noticed and nodded his head as he continued to pour drinks. Great. You had to wait. It didn’t look like a long line, so you spun around on your chair and faced the crowd with your knees pressed together. Again, you weren’t wasted. The dress was so short you’d flash someone if you didn’t.

A guy on the dance floor caught your eyes, and he started to dance facing you, hands held out for you. Dark hair. Full lips. Oh, boy. You briefly wondered if Hoseok would mind you taking a detour on the way back when someone stepped in front of you. You didn’t look up at the face. You were too fixated on the white button-down shirt. The buttons looked familiar. So did the black turtleneck under it. The haze in your brain made it difficult to put two and two together, so you looked up.

Oh, shit.

“You look like you’re having a great time, kitten.” Jiyong leaned in, resting a hand on your thigh. “Won’t you come sit with daddy?”

You’ve never sobered up that fast in your whole life. You held your breath and moved your mouth like a fish. How long had he been here? Shit, did he see you with the guys? Fuck. He had to. He had that look in his eyes. It was a challenge. If you said no, there would be hell to pay later. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

You bit your lip and nodded. His smirk grew into a full grin as he took a step back and held out a hand to you. You took it, praying he wouldn’t notice you were shaking, and he pulled you off the stool. His hand slipped down to the small of your back and he gave you a little push forward towards the curtain that sectioned off the VIP area.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

The boys were in the VIP that looked out over the dance floor. This VIP was private, quieter. They wouldn’t know you hadn’t left. Ah, shit. Should you text them? Who wouldn’t come after you? Yoongi! He’d be able to explain—

“Where’s your head, kitten? You haven’t said a word.” His voice was a velvety murmur. Jiyong’s hand slipped to your hip and pulled you closer to his side. He looked down at you, eyes searching your face as the smirk began to fade into a scowl. “Are you worried your boy toys will miss you?”

Dread washed over you like a bucket of ice water. He’d seen you dancing not-so-innocently with them. “I-I didn’t know you were here!”

He hummed and pushed you into the booth. “I know you didn’t. Or else you wouldn’t have been practically fucking them where everyone could see.” Your knees hit the plush cushion, and you scrambled to sit upright. “Did you forget what I said to you before I left?”

“N-no.” You turned to face him, your hands falling into your lap. “I didn’t forget, daddy. But I didn’t know you were serious.”

“Oh? So then, that little show out there was deliberate? My kitten was being a slut on purpose?” He pointed behind him, but his eyes were on you. Your face felt hot. Could looks kill?

When you didn’t answer, his fingers caught your jaw and yanked you forward, closer to his face. “Do you even know how I feel right now? I came here to celebrate my discharge from the military and instead I find you letting others touch what’s mine.” He growled, letting go with a slight shove. He turned away, flexing his hands before shoving them through his ink-black hair.

You knew you were in deep shit, but seeing how agitated he was made it sink in. You dropped to your hands and knees, head down, not daring to look at him. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please,” you whimpered, “forgive me. Punish me.”

He scoffed. “Punish you? You’d like it. What would you learn from it?”

You cringed at his words. If he wasn’t even in the mood for punishments, you’d gone too far. You crawled over to him and grabbed his pants leg. “I-I’ll do whatever you want. Please. I’m sorry I was being a slut. I’ve been drinking and wasn’t thinking straight—”

“Have you fucked them?” The question was blunt, devoid of emotion.

You nearly looked up but caught yourself. You shook your head.

“Words, _____.” His hand twisted into your hair and pulled you away from his leg. You cried out in pain but didn’t touch his hand or try to getaway. Still, you wouldn’t look at his face.

“No, I haven’t,” you hissed as he tilted your head up.

“Were you going to? If I hadn’t shown up, would you have left with them tonight? Let them all fuck you?” He let go and stepped away from you. “Let them take turns filling your greedy pussy with their cum.” He walked around you in a slow circle before stopping behind you. “You would’ve taken it however they would give it to you, huh? Just because you thought daddy wasn’t around?”

He pushed you forward, and you fell on your hands and knees. His foot came down on your shoulder and he pushed until your ass was in the air. His fingertips trailed up your thigh—just like old times—pulling your dress up and over your hips. You quivered as the cold air fell on your skin. “Daddy, I’m—”

“Shut up.” He cut you off with a firm slap on your ass. “If the only thing you have to say is how sorry you are, save it. I don’t wanna hear that shit. I don’t even wanna hear you call me daddy."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as his words left you without any options. You couldn’t beg for forgiveness or try to get on his good side using his favorite nickname. Drunk Jiyong was fucking confusing. What did he want from you? Suddenly, the little world your submissive fantasy lived in burst, leaving you feeling naked and hollow.

The keys in his pocket jingled as he dropped down onto the couch. There was a pop followed by the fizzle of a beer and he sighed. “I love looking at your ass. You didn’t send that many full-body nudes. Were you too busy fucking someone else?”

You didn’t know if he wanted you to answer, so you bit your lip and hid your face in your arms. His foot tapped your leg, prompting you to speak. “You didn’t respond to the full-body ones, so I thought you only wanted breast pics.”

“Hmm. So you’re gonna ignore my question, _____?” He put the end of his beer on your ass cheek and you jumped away from its coldness. “Were you fucking someone else?”

“You said you didn’t care what I did when you were gone,” you said, unable to bring yourself to play your part.

“Dodged again.” He set the beer down on the table with a hard clink and grabbed your dress. “Come here. Turn around so I can see your damn face.” You let him pull you up. You turned around to face him but didn’t actually look at him. His thumb grazed your jaw before his fingers dug into it and angled your face up at his. “Look at me, dammit.”

You bit your bottom lip hard to fight back fear and brought your eyes up to meet his. The lighting was brighter here than it was back by the bar. His eyes were glossy. His grip loosened, dropping to your shoulder as the other hand settled on your hair. Even tipsy and pissed off, he was still sexy as fuck.

“How many?” He demanded, pulling you close and resting his forehead on yours. For a split second, you were filled with fear. What would he do if you told him the truth?

“I-I don’t—” You tried recalling every face you woke up next to. It wasn’t an insane number, but likely more than what he wanted to hear. “Um, shit. They were all one-night stands.”

He shut his eyes tight as his shoulders slumped. He let go of you falling back in his seat with his arm over his eyes. For a long minute, neither of you said a word. It was the perfect time to leave or text someone for help. Run for it? Maybe you could catch a taxi and make it home—

He sniffled.

The sound startled you, and you sat upright, hands resting on your thighs out of habit. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes then looked at you, nose red and eyes redder. He simply looked at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher before standing up. “Fix your dress and hair. We’re leaving.”

“Leaving?” You stood up, too.

“Yeah. We need to talk and I’m not doing it here.” His hand caught your wrist and tugged you behind him.

“W-where are we going then? My place is a mess—”

“Mine. It’s closer anyway.” He pulled out his phone and began texting as he stepped through the curtain. The music was jarring and you put a free hand up to your ear in some stupid attempt to adjust. A hand closed around yours and pulled, making you both stop.

“_____, baby. There you are.” Hoseok’s smile was tight as his eyes drifted down to Jiyong’s hand on your other wrist. “We were worried something happened to you. You wanna come back up?”

It was an out. Every part of your alcohol heavy mind said to take it. To avoid whatever the fuck Jiyong was pulling you towards. You didn’t have a relationship. He didn’t want one. Whatever he wanted to talk about wasn’t something you’d want to hear. Hurt. He was probably going to tell you how you weren’t what he wanted in a casual sex arrangement. You could avoid the rejection and just stay with Hoseok and Jimin. They wanted you. For now, anyway.

“_____?” Hoseok pulled you towards him. “You coming?”

You were aware that Jiyong was watching, curious to see what you’d do. He didn’t move an inch, his hand never pulled you towards him. He was more than willing to let you go if you wanted. Even so, you’re a glutton for punishment of all forms. “Nah, I’ll catch up with you guys some other time. It was fun hanging out though!”

Hoseok pouted and let your hand drop. “Jimin’s gonna be disappointed.”

“He’ll get over it.” Jiyong leaned in to give Hoseok a laser precision glare and continued through the mosh pit of bodies. You gave Hoseok a little wave. He nodded his head before turning towards the stairs. You caught a glimpse of Jimin leaned over the railing above, looking down at you with a dark expression.

Outside it was chilly, a stark contrast to the sauna the club had been. You heard a chirp and looked up in time to see the lights of Jiyong’s car flash. “Whoa, whoa. You’ve been drinking.”

“Yes, and so have you,” Jiyong muttered as he walked you towards the passenger side. “Your point?”

“You shouldn’t be driving! Let’s just go back inside—”

“No! I don’t want you back in there with them. The way he looked at you—Fuck that.” He shook his head.

“Okay, then call a taxi or get an Uber. I’m not getting in a car with you as the driver.” You pulled your hand away and crossed your arms. His hand flexed as if he were still holding your hand, proving your point. “Your reactions are slow as fuck.”

“Then you drive.” He held up his keys.

“Bye, Jiyong.” You huffed and attempted to step around him, but he caught you by the waist.

“No, no, no, no, no. I’ll get a fucking Uber.” He pulled out his phone. Though it got colder as you waited, his body heat was a buffer from the biting wind. You watched his thumb swipe over the screen as he filled out the info needed. “There.” He flashed you a winning smile, then leaned against his car. “Now we wait.”

“Why can’t we wait inside where it’s warm?”

“Because I don’t want them looking at you again. Let them move on to their next victim.” His arms went around you, turning you away from him and pulling you back against his body. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Enveloped in his scent, something spicy with a hint of smoke, you found yourself relaxing. His arms overlapped yours as he hummed something, a ballad maybe. At some point, he started rocking you from side to side, chin resting lightly on your shoulder. Your hands turned to cover his. To anyone else, it may have looked like you were dating. But you weren’t that close, and after tonight, you probably never would.

It wasn’t long before the Uber pulled up. Jiyong opened the door, motioning with his head for you to get in as he dropped his unfinished cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. You didn’t say a word. The driver wasn’t chatty, but you would have welcomed the distraction. Instead, you huddled against your door, mentally naming anything your eyes caught sight of.

Tree. Dog. Fence. Lamppost. Bus stop.

You even read every street sign. Anything to resist the urge to look at him. You had a feeling his eyes were on you.

The car rolled to a stop outside of a fancy house surrounded by a steel gate. Jiyong gave his thanks and got out, holding his hand out for you. You thought about pushing his hand away. You’d had time to sober up a bit more and was beginning to feel irritated with the whole situation. You weren’t exclusive. He’d made it clear that he never intended for you to be more than fuck buddies.

So why were you here? To talk? About what? Where did the roles begin and end?

Why were you giving him a chance to hurt you?

His hand closed around yours, and he gently pulled you out of the car. After muttering his thanks to the driver, he shut the door and guided you to the front door.

“Why can’t we talk here?” You asked, rubbing your arms to keep warm.

He gave you a dubious look. “Because you’d freeze to death. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re wearing strips of fabric.”

“Then make it quick.” You refused to budge once he’d unlocked the door. “You can’t possibly have much to say.” You coughed then imitated his voice, “I wanted a slut, _____, but you’re too much even for me. This isn’t gonna work out. Run along now,” you pretended to shoo an imaginary person away. “Ta ta, peasant.”

“When have I ever called someone a fucking peasant?”

You looked at him and shrugged. “Never, that I know of. But you look like the type who’d be condescending as fuck.”

He smacked his lips, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you inside. “Condescending, my ass. Not to you, of all people.”

“What the fuck makes me so special?” You pouted, straining to see as he slapped on bright lights down the hall towards his bedroom.

“Contrary to whatever-the-fuck you think I think of you, I actually do give a fuck about your feelings.” His tone was much softer than before, and that scared you more than being yelled at or tossed out on your ass.

“But why?” You blurted out, unable to resist the fear. “This is just a casual thing, isn’t it? I mean, you said you only want a submissive fuck buddy.”

He nodded as he dropped the contents of his pockets onto a nearby dresser. Phone. Wallet. Loose change. A picture of you taken at a photo booth.

Wait. What—

“I know what I said then,” he turned to you as he toed off his shoes and flung them into the closet. “But you’ve changed my mind.”

You paused to digest his words. “So, then… I’m not good enough anymore? If you want someone different, just say so.” You shrugged despite the growing pit of despair in your gut. “I’m a big girl. I can respect your decision and move on.”

“Just like that?” He whispered, pausing to look down at his feet.

No, of course not. But still, you held your ground. “If I need to. If you say I should.”

“If I say…” He looked up at you, eyes narrowed with determination. “So if I said you shouldn’t, you won’t?”

“Ji,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re confusing me. Are you mad or not? Do you want to end this or not? Can I go home or not? What do you want from me?”

“Your heart!” He yelled, then lowered his voice. “All of you. I want you and I don’t want to share you. I want to be exclusive. I don’t want to have to think about you sleeping with anyone else. I don’t want to worry about being just another face you forget when the sun comes up.”

Okay, so how the fuck did you miss this?

He groaned and pulled his hair in frustration. “I thought about you the whole time. Just you…and no one else. I didn’t think that you’d get lonely or want to sleep with other people. I had this stupid notion that you missed me just as much and was saving yourself for me.”

“But we never agreed on that sort of stuff. We never even talked about what we’d do once you enlisted!”

“I know!” He sat on the edge of his bed. “I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up. I got so carried away with being ‘Daddy’ that I felt…entitled to you. That you were mine and no one else’s. It wasn’t until tonight, seeing you with someone else, that I saw I was wrong. You’re not actually mine because I didn’t ask you to be.”

You didn’t dare to hope this was going where it seemed like it was. You’ve been wrong way too many times to count. “But I did miss you.” You twisted your hands. “But I thought since you only asked for nudes, you didn’t care for anything else.”

His head snapped up, and his gaze narrowed. “You think, if you’d said you missed me, I’d shut you down?” He stood up and in two quick strides came to a stop in front of you. “Am I really that cold to you?”

“You have poor self-awareness. You’re that cold to everyone, especially when you’re in your role.”

His hands went to your shoulders, giving them a little squeeze. “I’m not asking you to compare how I treat you to others. I don’t treat anyone else like this. I don’t bother to explain myself to other people.”

“Then why me?”

“Because you wouldn’t look at me. You looked so guilty, like you wanted to run.”

“You said you didn’t want me to apologize or call you daddy. What else could I do?”

His warm hands cupped your cheeks as he angled your face up towards his. “Look at me. You could have looked at me. Let me see where your heart is.”

“How can you see that just by eye contact?” You tried to pull away, but he didn’t budge.

“Because, try as you might, your eyes have never lied to me.” He smirked as his hands trailed down your arms to your own. He lifted your knuckles up to his mouth and pressed the softest kiss to them. “I’ve never looked for anything but lust. But I hope what I’m seeing now is something more.”

Never have you felt more vulnerable standing in front of someone. Two firsts in one night. Jiyong guided your arms around his neck, pulling you closer.

“L-like what?” You forced out a nervous laugh as his hands went to your waist, slowly trailing down to your hips.

“You mean besides the fear?” He smirked. “I’m hoping you’ll tell me. I want you to be honest with yourself.”

You opened your mouth to retort—how dare he call you out like that?—but he cut you off with a kiss. And not one of those punishing kisses that makes your vision blur from the lack of air. This one was new to you. It was soft but firm. Passionate and demanding. It was a question. A question that made your heart race and fingers tremble.

Honest with yourself? With how you really felt about him?

You pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. He had a question for you, but you had one for him, too. You wouldn’t dare take the plunge without having an answer first.

He pulled away first, panting a little. The look in his eyes. They were darker, familiar. This Jiyong you could stand in front of with confidence. He licked his bottom lip, eyes assessing you as he made up his mind.

“Get on the bed, _____.” He stepped to the side. “I want that dress off, now.”

He didn’t like to repeat himself. And for once you didn’t feel like being a brat. You went over to the bed, adding an extra sway of your hips with each step. You stripped slowly, peeling the skin-tight dress off with care. It was a loaner, and you didn’t want to pay—

“Don’t tease,” he grumbled, and the loud rip of fabric stole one of your nine lives.

“Ji!” You looked at him in horror. “This isn’t mine!”

“It is now. I’ll send a check to whoever used to own it.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Well, to him it probably wasn’t.

“You ass—”

He pulled the pieces off your body and tossed them aside. He eyed you from head to toe. “When did you get this?” His fingertips grazed the black lace of your panties. “I didn’t buy this. It’s from one of those trashy designers.”

You froze, briefly considering making a run for it. You didn’t think this through enough. Of course, it was too late to bail as you didn’t have a change of clothes here. “I—It’s a gift—”

“From who?” He put his hands in his pockets. Oh, no. Not that stance.

“You’re just gonna get mad.” You pouted, taking a step away. He followed you without a thought, eating up more of the space between you two. “Ji, please—”

“Who,” he caught your jaw and held you in place, “was it?” You opened your mouth to protest, but he talked over your incoherent pleas. “Was it one of them? Hm?”

His fingers seized a strap and pulled it down your shoulder. “I bet it was the one on the balcony. Jimin, was it? The one who came for you seemed like he’d go for something kinkier. Maybe crotchless.”

“It was a gift! I don’t know which of them bought it—”

His eyes narrowed as his beautiful lips twisted into a sneer. “So it is theirs.” His other hand came out of his pocket with a switchblade. The black metal one you bought that had the pearl handle. With a flick of his wrist, it clicked and came at you.

“Jiyong, no!” You shrieked and tried to pull away, but his grip was as strong as steel. Unable to move away fast enough, you watched helplessly as it quickly caught the thin fabric between your breasts and sliced clean through like butter. Your breasts spilled out with a soft bounce. You blinked a few times, unable to process the different outcome. Why weren’t you bleeding all over the fucking room?

“It looks better like this.” He turned the blade and went for your panties, a slice on each side. They hit the soft carpet soundlessly, and he picked them up. “As trash.”

“Did you just—” you turned robotically, still processing this madness.

He approached the fireplace in the corner of the room and hit a switch. It flared to life, bathing the room in a soft amber glow as he dimmed the lamps. He tossed the panties into the fire. Together, you watched the fabric catch the flames and curl up before becoming a melted mess. He looked at you and gestured for you to come closer. “Get over here.”

You didn’t argue.

He slipped the bra off and tossed it in, too. “Say goodbye.” You watched it burn.

Once it was gone, he turned to you and resumed inspecting you. You were glad the marks from your last escapade had faded. You didn’t think you could withstand his reaction to that. He circled you, fingertips ghosting here and there.

“No marks? I’m almost disappointed, kitten. You love it rough.”

“Almost, but not quite.” You quipped, then bit your lip. He came to a stop in front of you and petted your cheek lovingly.

“Oh, she has jokes?” He grinned, and it nearly put you at ease. It was nice to see this side of him, the side that lured you in when you first met. But with a snap, it was gone, replaced by that dark look again. “Don’t worry. No one else will ever mark your beautiful skin again,” his hand cupped your jaw, “except me.”

He spun you around and anchored you to his body with an arm around your chest. You gasped, and he chuckled, lips grazing your ear before kissing that spot near your ear. His free hand explored your hip, taking time to feel everything before reaching between your thighs.

“Daddy,” you whined softly when a finger parted your lower lips, teasing your clit on its way to your entrance.

“So wet.” He murmured, tightening his hold on you. “I wonder why.” He brought his finger, covered with your essence, up to your lips. You opened your mouth and immediately began licking and sucking it clean. “Could it have been those shots you took? Or was it dancing between them?”

You tried to turn your head to look at him, but he forced you to stay still.

“I admit, I never thought about you being filled in both holes until tonight. But don’t worry, if my kitten wants to be stuffed with dick and drooling all over herself, I’ll find a way to make it happen.” His words had a growl to them.

What? But he didn’t want to share.

“You’ll have to settle for an imitation,” he returned his fingers to your cunt, “because I won’t let anyone touch you. I’ll just strap you down—to the bed, coffee table, who knows—and fill you with toys I think you’ll like. And if you try to argue with me, I’ll shove my dick down your throat.”

You tried to hold back the moan. Really, you did.

“Oh, you want that? I’d say you’re a good girl, but after what I saw tonight, I think that’s a lie.”

“No, it isn’t!” You leaned your head back. “I followed your rules.”

“Hm.” His mouth twisted into a scowl as he added a third finger, stretching your cunt. “Did you now? So that means I need to add more? Would you even follow them?”

You nodded, “As long as they’re within reason.”

“Within reason? Have I ever given you a rule that wasn’t?”

Considering how all over the place he was tonight, you couldn’t be too sure. “No, but still. You have your conditions and I know my limits.” You paused, then added, “I don’t want to get hurt with your mixed messages.”

He went still and, for a minute, he didn’t speak. The only sound that filled the room was the soft crackling of the fireplace behind you, burning the remains of your pretty lace set.

“No new rules, then.” He let go of you and said, “Turn around. On your knees.”

In a flash, you kneeled in front of him. Hands resting patiently on your thighs. Spine straight. Eyes on him. He squatted down and looked you in the eyes. “Color?”

“Green, daddy.” You gave him your best reassuring smile.

He stood and unzipped his pants, letting them pool around his feet before stepping out of them and kicking them out of sight. His black boxers followed them. He stepped closer. “Open up for me, baby.”

You opened wide, sticking your tongue out as he’d come to expect. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, filling your senses with a scent that was uniquely him.

“Eyes on me, kitten. Don’t look away.”

Your eyes snapped open and focused on him. He gave you a warm smile that sent a little shiver down your spine. He pushed forward slowly until you gagged and your eyes filled with tears. He hissed as your throat squeezed the sensitive head of his cock, but he didn’t buck.

Daddy’s control was exceptional.

He eased back and gave you another patient thrust, diligently looking for any sign of discomfort. When you could take all of him without gagging, he picked up the pace. A fistful of hair on the top of your head. A gentle grip on the back of your neck. Each snap of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy. You were immediately lost in him.

His soft grunts and moans. The fireplace. Your own gagging. He could go on forever and you wouldn’t mind.

He pulled away, squeezing his cock at the base, muttering to himself with his eyes screwed shut. He wasn’t done. Why’d he stop? You were tempted to break your role and move to him, but you knew not to. Rule number five. Never move unless told.

“Why’d you stop?” Your voice was rough, throat a little sore. It felt wonderful.

“I’ve been drinking. If I cum now…” He looked at you and licked his lips. “I need to take care of you first.”

You blinked, surprised, but didn’t comment. This wasn’t normal. He pulled you to your feet and kissed you, walking you back to his king-sized bed. You fell back with a squeal. It was much softer than it looked. The fleece and satin bedding was heaven against your skin. You could sleep here forever. Fuck having a life and shit.

“On the pillows, kitten.” He made motions with his hands, instructing you to scoot up the bed. Once you were where he wanted, he crawled up the bed, unbearably slow, to plant a kiss on your lips. “You look like a fucking goddess. Like you belong here.” His lips caressed your throat. “Won’t you stay?”

His voice was deep, husky. Fuck.

“I-I’ll stay.” You could barely get the words out as his hands found your nipples, and he coaxed you into laying back. Though the request was odd—you always stayed—you didn’t want him to think you wouldn’t.

He hummed against your skin as he parted your knees with his waist. Your legs fell open for him. His smile warmed you all over. “Good girl.” His hot, sensual kisses trailed down your body, including a few nips here and there, ending once your thighs were on his shoulders.

He dragged his lips over your folds in the barest of touches. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs whenever you jumped and attempted to shut your legs. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, his mouth opened and his tongue pressed against your slit.

You moaned, hips twitching in his hold. He grinned up at you and did it again, dragging his tongue up until it touched your clit, then snatching it away.

“Fuck! Daddy, please—”

“No, call me Jiyong. Can you do that for me, baby?” He brushed his lips against your thigh. “It’s just Jiyong and _____ right now.”

“Jiyong.” You whispered, caught off guard by the tender look in his eyes.

He dove in without restraint and took his sweet time. The tip of his tongue started the bottom, dipping languidly into your heat, pressing hard as he licked up to your clit. Over and over until you were moaning loudly, body rolling up to meet his mouth.

“Ji. Ji, please. I-I’m so close. I just—I’m gonna cum,” you begged, desperate to fall apart on his tongue. He guided your hands to his hair and tightened his hold on your hips.

“Then cum, _____.”

You pressed his head closer, holding him against you as he sucked on your clit. A torrent of curses left your mouth as you reached your peak and fell into him. He sat up quickly and maneuvered his hips between your thighs. A condom appeared, and he tugged it on. You were a trembling fucking mess as he eased his hard dick inside, hiking your legs up to his shoulders and leaning in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He leaned down and stole a wet kiss as he fucked into you, deeper than anyone else you’d had since he enlisted. He was so deep, hitting your cervix, that it almost hurt as the last waves of your orgasm began to fade.

“Fuck, _____. I’m—I’m,” he ended on a moan that rumbled in his chest, right over your heart. His arms folded under your head like a pillow and he held you close, hips pumping away as he came. You rubbed his back as his moans fizzled out to soft whimpers, likely from overstimulation, as he kept thrusting. “I don’t want to stop.”

His words triggered a spasm, and you clamped down on him, not wanting to let him go. “Fuck, Jiyong.”

He slowed down to a stop but didn’t pull out. “Yeah… Fuck.”

His heart was racing, reminding you of a hummingbird. Your hands went from his shoulders to the back of his neck to trace the bold lines of the wings. When you first found him, you’d thought he was an angel. You weren’t wrong, but you weren’t exactly right either. He sat up on his elbows and looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

“When you said you’d stay earlier,” he began, eyes looking everywhere but at you, “what did you mean?”

He was forever throwing you for a loop.

“What…did you mean by stay when you asked?” You countered, pulling your arms back.

His bottom lip stuck out a bit, “I’m not sure. I was thinking past sunrise, but now…” He looked at you and brushed his lips over yours. “I meant it when I said I don’t want to share you. Your body, your time, or your heart.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he nodded and kissed you again. “I’d like to take you on dates, vacations, and stuff. Show you the world. Maybe even move in?”

You gasped.

“Not right away! I mean, whenever you’re ready.” His fingers combed through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You were vaguely aware that with anyone else, you’d be up out of bed by now, including Hoseok and Jimin. His weight didn’t bother you. In fact, it was comfortable. He was comfortable.

This…was comfortable. You liked it.

You pulled him down and kissed him, licking into his mouth then gently biting his lip.

“A date would be a nice place to start.”

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