#bigbang jiyong

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G Sleepy 💤💫🥺

[bangchanwifey]

lord if you hear this pls bring my parents back together 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS YOUR HUSBAND!

୨ৎ pairing: husband!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! mild smut! & more fluff

୨ৎ from myeong: hi! thank you for requesting and I’ve been so excited to get this done for you! hope you can enjoy it x

ʚɞ GDRAGON VS JIYONG?

of course there’s a small difference here and there.. we are speaking about the gdragon himself! but he is still your caring, thoughtful, loving, affectionate, and kind man that you decided to marry hoping to spend the rest of your life with—which you will bc there is no way that he’s letting you go. never ever.

he’s the sweetest man. takes such good care of you and makes it his mission to get you whatever it is that you want or need—don’t even have to ask! if he knows you’re wanting something? you’ll have it.

will learn how to make your favorite dishes in an instant! say he’s not the best at cooking or maybe it’s just this particular meal? will go as far as taking a class just to learn how to make it the perfect way.

absolutely adores when you’re able to watch him on stage and no not just on the television he’ll want you at every concert or show he does. that’s when the king of k-pop comes out! but when the show is finished and his eyes find you? oh there is your cute and sweet jiyong again that’ll do anything for you.

a very touchy man he is—especially in the morning he’ll need to be wrapped around you. either his arm is wrapped around your waist or he’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you closer to his warm chest, hearing the soft sound of his calm heartbeat that he always says “beats just for you.”

even when he’s in public with you and he is the gdragon himself.. he’s still your sweet husband and will always take care of you. he enjoys pushing his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer to him by your waist and looking down at you with a cute goofy smile on his face. nothing about this man changes just because you’re in public.

writes so many songs about you. the majority of them he won’t release and waits until he thinks they’re perfect to show you and he’ll call you into the studio for you to hear while you sit on his lap. he’ll stare up at you the whole time wanting to see your reaction and how you genuinely feel about it.

“what do you think, baby? I worked so hard on it and I just.. wanted to make it perfect for you—us.” his hand will be resting on your lower back and he’ll smile up at you from time to time just seeing how flustered you get from all of this. he loves that part.

not sure if this sounds weird! but I think it’s sweet and he’ll think it’s even sweeter but he enjoys slow dancing with you in the living room. picking out the perfect slow older korean song and grabbing you gently by the waist and slowly dancing with you even if you’re both not that good at it. it’ll be both a very romantic gesture and funny memory.

sometimes… you get gdragon in bed. he’s more rough with you but will always ask if this is okay first before he proceeds. sometimes he can’t help himself and craves you so badly that he becomes like a desperate animal in heat. his kisses are rough, hot, and messy against your lips while his hands roam your perfectly crafted body.

“fuck—you look so good underneath me like this. you always do.. such a perfect girl for me, hm? you like this don’t you? like it when I’m rough with you.”

he can go a few rounds. a few breaks in between to check on you and make sure you’re okay before he wants to go at it again. morning sex is also quite popular with him. he enjoys slow, romantic, and sweet morning sex. sometimes he’s a bit rough but he’ll apologize and ask if you’re doing okay.

you’re his passenger princess!! he’ll take you all over the place and rest his hand on your thigh, or grab at your hand and hold it like he’s never held it before and place soft pecks to your fingers. when stopped at stop lights he’ll take pictures of you before handing the phone over to you and asking to take pictures of him. he calls these ‘cute memories’

if you two get into an argument it won’t last. he doesn’t think it’s right to stay mad at you especially if the argument is such a petty one. he’ll break first and apologize and ask what he could do to make things better for the both of you. he enjoys being mature about it and handling things with care.

loves sharing his art with you and he eventually takes his art to another level and makes it all about you. pieces that he’s either worked on or just bought are strictly for you and he’ll wait for the perfect moment to show you and tell you about each piece and what it means for the both of you.

[topsodapop]

✨🩷GDragon || MAMA 2024

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new GD ubermensch pictures. oh he looks so good

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lover boys (4)

summary: 'kissing someone else is not cheating' prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

It started as a stupid joke.

You were at a rooftop party, warm summer air mixing with the scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume, lounging with your friends while Jiyong had wandered off to grab more drinks.

And then, someone brought up a ridiculous argument.

“You know what would be hilarious?” your best friend smirked, already three cocktails deep. “If you said, ‘Kissing someone else isn’t cheating’ in front of Jiyong. I bet he’d have a whole crisis.”

The group laughed - because, yeah, Jiyong had mellowed out over the years, but there was still that possessive streak lurking beneath the surface.

“No way,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Come on! He’ll probably write a whole song about it.”

“It’ll be fun,” another friend urged, grinning. “Let’s just see what he does.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling dramatically. “Fine. Whatever.”

Just then, Jiyong reappeared, two drinks in hand, looking effortlessly handsome in a silk blouse and hat. He slipped into the space beside you with a sweet smile.

This was your moment.

“Well,” you started casually, trying to avoid your friends eager eyes, “I guess it wouldn’t be… cheating if it’s just a kiss.”

His head snapped up.

His eyes locked onto yours.

“…Oh really,” he said after a beat, jaw tensing. "I see."

And then -

That was it.

No protest. No argument. No reaction at all.

He just took a sip from his straw, looking away, completely unfazed.

You blinked. Wait. What?

You had expected an immediate rebuttal, a scoff, an exasperated sigh - something.

But no. He was just calmly accepting this absolute nonsense like it was nothing.

Now you were the one panicking.

You turned to your friends, who were equally thrown off. They shrugged helplessly but kept up with the changing conversation whilst you spiralled.

Jiyong stayed for another moment, then quietly excused himself, slipping off into the crowd.

You watched him disappear, a strange feeling settling in your chest.

"Don't worry," your friend nudged you. "He's probably just brushing it off. He can be defensive."

So you let it go.

For a little while.

Until -

“Oh, shit.”

The girls grew silent and you turned your head, following their intrigued gaze.

Because the man returning to you was not your husband.

Gone was the headscarf and hat, leaving his hair tousled to perfection. His buttoned-up shirt was now loosened at the top, collarbone and tattoos peeking through.

And his usual fruity cocktail - replaced by a glass of straight rum.

The moment you laid eyes on him, your stomach flipped.

He was walking - slower, smoother, more confident than ever, no, not confident. Cocky.

The way he carried himself, the way his dark eyes swept the room like he owned it - this was not the man who shied away from attention.

This was the man who had pursued you years ago.

Dangerous. Sexy. Intense.

Your breath hitched.

He strolled right up to where you stood - a neglected cigarette left to burn between your fingertips, and he tilted his head slightly, gaze hooded, lips curving into the faintest smirk.

“So,” he murmured, swiping the cigarette from your loose grasp. “You come here often?”

You blinked up at him, completely thrown off. “Um… yeah. We come here all the time?"

He hummed, slipping the cigarette between his lips, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke away.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes dragged over you with a look that sent a thrill straight through you.

He took a sip of his drink, licking his lips, before asking,

“You and your boyfriend?”

What.

You squinted at him. “No… my husband?”

His smirk deepened.

“Where is he?”

You stared.

And then -

It clicked.

He wasn’t Jiyong right now.

He was GDragon.

Oh my god.

The hot, intense, arrogant rapper you had fallen for years ago? The one who had chased you down with that insane, magnetic energy?

Yeah.

He was back.

And your friends?

They were losing their minds.

You heard one of them whispered to another, “Holy shit, he’s doing a bit.”

Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Jiyong - no, GDragon - was watching you, waiting.

So you played along.

“…He’s around,” you said slowly, lips curling into a smile. “Why? You interested?”

He grinned, leaning closer.

“I don’t do relationships,” he murmured, reaching forward to pass you back the cigarette. His fingers lingered.

“But you… You're a temptation.”

Oh.

Oh, this was bad.

Because you were very, very into this.

Your pulse was racing, heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

The rest of the night was a game.

He stayed in character.

You tried to match him.

It was exciting - the flirting, the teasing, the tension.

It felt like you had been thrown back in time, back to the nights where he was chasing you, back to when he was untouchable and untamed and entirely too much.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, when usually you two would leave and go home to your cats - cozying up on the couch. But he had dragged you along when everyone piled into the car, heading to a downtown club.

A club.

It had been years since you two spent all night touching and dancing, sneaking off to the side to kiss against a wall like no one was watching.

You tried to keep up.

You really did.

But when you finally got home?

The moment you stepped inside, you collapsed onto the couch, kicking off your heels with a groan.

Your husband chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

You turned your head, half-lidded, exhausted, but still burning.

“…I think we’re getting old.”

His grin widened.

And then -

He scooped you up effortlessly.

“I’ve got about twenty minutes of GDragon left in me before I need my pyjamas and cuddles.” His voice was low and teasing. “That long enough?”

You swallowed.

“…Hell yeah.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you onto the bed, crawling over you but just before he kissed you, you hesitated.

“Wait,” you murmured, arms around his neck. “You know I don’t actually believe that, right?”

His eyes softened.

Jiyong kissed your forehead, slow and tender.

“Jagi,” he whispered. “We’ve been together nearly ten years.”

He looked down at you, eyes full of knowing.

“I know.”

Because of course, he knew.

You two were connected.

Always.

He lips then found yours - hard and possessive.

And just like that, you were done for.

Because even after all these years, the darker side of your husband was still there.

And damn it, you loved it.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were at some fancy dinner party, champagne glasses clinking, warm conversations buzzing around you.

And the topic of the table?

What counts as cheating?

Your friends were going back and forth, debating, until someone turned to you.

“What do you thinkm, y/n? If it’s just a kiss, is it really cheating?”

You barely had time to react before your best friend nudged you, grinning.

“C’mon, say it. I dare you.”

You laughed.

You knew this was a trap.

Seunghyun was sitting right beside you, leisurely sipping his wine, not caring to indulge in the conversation though still entertained. But his tensed frame told you that he was listening intently.

You thought about it.

Then - for fun, just to tease him - you shrugged.

“I mean…” You exhaled dramatically. “I guess it wouldn’t really be cheating - ”

Pfft.

Seunghyun made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, eyes flicking to you in amused disbelief.

“You can try,” he said smoothly, setting his wine glass down.

His voice was low, velvety, and incredibly confident.

Then he added -

“…Not like I’d ever let someone get the chance.”

You raised your brow.

The conversation continued to flow around you but something about the way he said it sent a little shiver down your spine.

Because Seunghyun was usually the calm, reserved type. He wasn’t the jealous, reactive boyfriend.

At least… not outwardly.

But tonight?

Well.

The moment he made that little comment, his entire energy shifted.

Suddenly, Seunghyun was on guard.

You didn’t even notice it at first.

But the next time someone came up to you to start a conversation, Seunghyun was just… there.

Like a shadow.

Standing so close, his presence looming, quiet but firm.

And when the guy in front of you hesitated - eyes flicking between you and your tall boyfriend - you realised.

Seunghyun was blocking you.

A human wall.

No one was getting through.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.

The longer the night went on, the worse it got.

He wasn’t letting anyone near you.

You moved? He moved.

You reached for a drink? He grabbed it for you.

Someone tried to say hello? Seunghyun’s arm was already around your waist.

Usually, he wasn’t one for public affection.

But tonight?

Oh, he was all over you.

A hand on your lower back.

Fingers trailing along your arm.

His lips brushing your neck as he leaned in to murmur something about how “this party is getting boring, isn’t it, Princess?”

He wasn’t worried.

At all.

Because he was your big, scary, intimidating boyfriend.

And he could just… whisk you away whenever he wanted.

Which, apparently - he would.

Because at one point, mid-conversation, you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

What the - ?!

You barely had time to process before Seunghyun lifted you under the arms like you were a stray kitten and just moved you.

Like you weighed nothing.

“Seunghyun!” you gasped, laughing as he carried you a few steps away before placing you down like it was nothing.

He smirked, completely unbothered.

“What?” he asked, voice deep and amused.

You gawked at him, still half-laughing. “You just - moved me! Like a child!”

His brow raised slightly, eyes twinkling.

“Well,” he shrugged, tilting his head, voice dropping -

“I wasn’t about to let him finish that conversation.”

Your stomach flipped.

And that was when you realised -

He wasn’t playing around.

Possessive T.O.P had fully taken over.

Your fingers curled slightly against his chest, voice softer now.

“You know I wouldn’t actually ever do that, right?”

His eyes flicked over your face - sharp, unreadable.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing just past your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Shall I remind you why?"

You sucked in a breath.

Oh.

Oh, you really, really liked that.

And from the way his smirk deepened -

He knew.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

The car ride home was loud - music playing, voices overlapping, the leftover energy of the night buzzing between all of you.

It had been a great night out, full of laughter, drinks, and just enough teasing touches between you and Daesung to make your heart race.

And then, someone in the front seat casually threw out the question:

“So, do you guys think kissing someone else counts as cheating?”

The car exploded with reactions -

“OF COURSE.”

“Duh???”

“Well, actually, it depends - ”

Daesung chuckled along with everyone, but his gaze fell to you.

Waiting.

Watching.

And when you decided not to chip into the conversation his expression dropped.

Still new in your relationship, he was tuned in to every little thing about you - every glance, every shift of your expression, every small hesitation.

And you?

You had hesitated for a second too long.

You could feel Daesung’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

But before you could answer, the conversation moved on.

The car filled with more chatter and laughter, but Daesung?

Daesung fell silent, eyes focused on the moving city beyond the tinted window.

When the car pulled up to your apartment, your roommates got out, saying their goodbyes.

You turned to Daesung.

“I'm still staying with you tonight, right?”

He nodded.

But something was off.

The usual warmth in his face had faded.

Instead, he was staring at his phone, brows furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the screen.

You tilted your head.

“…You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice too casual. “Just… tired.”

"Well, you did out do everyone at karaoke." You smile, patting his thigh and letting it rest there. Your boyfriend had practically given your roommates a full concert and they loved it.

You were so happy your boyfriend and friends seemed to get along. And they loved even more when his private driver showed up to collect everyone, saving the group a trip home in the rain.

Once at his place, the two of you slowly wound down - changing into comfortable clothes, playing soft music.

But Daesung?

Still quiet.

He was fidgety, fixated on his phone, tugging his hair and covering his lower face as he intently stared at the screen in his hand.

The tension was killing you.

So you joined him on the sofa and bumped your knee against his.

“Wanna make cookies?”

His head slowly lifted.

“…Cookies?”

You grinned. “Yeah. You love cookies. And you always boast you make the best."

For the first time since the car ride, he smiled.

“Okay.”

Thirty minutes later and Daesung stood at the counter, hands completely covered in dough.

“…This can’t be right,” he muttered, frowning at the sticky mess between his fingers.

You laughed, grabbing his phone. “Let me check the recipe - ”

You weren’t prepared for what you saw.

Because his recent search history?

help I think my girlfriend wants to break up with me how to stop your soulmate from breaking up with you my heart hurts - is this normal or am I dying??? can you have a heart attack at 27?

You blinked.

Then you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Daesung stiffened.

“…What?”

You turned to him, holding up the phone.

“Baby…” you cooed, fighting back a grin. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?”

His eyes darted to the phone.

Then his hands.

Then the phone.

Then back at you.

He was trapped.

Hands covered in wet dough, unable to grab the phone or defend himself.

“…Maybe,” he mumbled, looking down at the failed mixture.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh, my sweet, love.” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I would never do that to you.”

His shoulders relaxed, exhaling loudly.

“…Really?”

“Of course.” You kissed him again, smiling. “You’re my favourite person.”

His face broke into a bright, relieved grin. You leaned closer once more and - instinctively - he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

Except.

His hands were still covered in wet dough.

You yelped, jerking back.

“DAE - !”

His eyes widened in horror.

“Oh -OH NO - ”

But it was too late.

His doughy, flour-covered fingers had left a big, smudged handprint on your cheek.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

And then -

You both cracked up laughing.

Falling into each other, breathless and giggling, the earlier tension completely gone.

He then sat you on the counter, grabbing a soft towel. And as he wiped your face clean - pressing a hundred tiny kisses all over to make up for it - you realised something.

Daesung might be sensitive, a total over thinker, and a little dramatic…

But he was also the sweetest, most loveable person ever.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

damn lover boys was highly requested - sorry i've been slow with it! hope you enjoy loves <3

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You never like it when it's nice

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[emmiesoverthemoon]

somethings off…oh! its my clothes

[g-division]

You were born to be a leader, not a follower.

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Thanosscross's BigBang/Squid Game masterlist 💕🌺

Hello! Welcome! I write for any squidgames characters along with any BigBang member out of the four boys! <3 (Dae-Sung, T.O.P, G-Dragon, and Tae-Yang) and i'm willing to write anything other than non-con. Requests are open! please let me know if you don't see a character on my masterlist that you'd like to see <3

Get to know me ���

G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pretty boy Part one Part Two

Jealous princess

Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon Part two

Rising Stars Part two

Going Home

Cutie Part 2

His girlfriend? or Girl...friend?

Double, Double, Combo - Choi Seung Hyun x reader + Twin! Kwon Ji-Yong part two Part three

Head-cannons!

Jealous boys - Choi Seung Hyun/T.o.p x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon

Choi Su-bong/Thanos/Player 230

My girl Part one Part two Part three

my beauty flower

I fucking hate you

There all along Part one

Harmless

I've got you

Good person

Better as a Team - Thanos x reader + best friend! Nam-Gyu

Thief of your money, thief of your heart - Choi Su Bong/Thanos x reader +twin!brother Nam-Gyu part 2 Part 3

Unsuspected hero

Head-cannons

DTI with Thanos and Nam-Gyu

Forgetful reader x Thanos

Choi Seung-Hyun/T.O.P

Baby part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Baby headcannons!

My darling part two Part three

In my club part two part three part four

Fanboy part 2 part 3

Fake girlfriend, fake boyfriend, silly! Part two part three

Sweet boy

New feeling

Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon part two

My pain in the ass Part two Part three

Going Home

Thin line between love and hate part one Part two Part three

Double, Double, Combo - Choi Seung Hyun x reader + Twin! Kwon Ji-Yong part two Part three

Round and Round we go Part two

All for show Part two Part three

Your Man

Head-Cannons!

Jealous boys - Choi Seung Hyun/T.o.p x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-dragon

Dad! Choi Seung Hyun!

Saving Grace - Dad! Seung Hyun & Teen! Reader

Found - Dad! Seung Hyun & Teen! Idol! Reader

Dae-Sung

Coming soon..👀

Seong Gi-hun/ Player 456

Pending..

Nam-Gyu/Player 124

Head-cannons

DTI with Thanos and Nam-Gyu

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⏦ﾟ♡︎ YOUR HONEYMOON WITH GDRAGON

୨ৎ pairing: husband!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! with mild sex talk

୨ৎ from myeong: wahhhhh! hello! so happy to take this request especially for my precious jiyong ): I hope I’m able to do well enough and you enjoy! x

with jiyong.. it’ll have to be a super extravagant trip! even if you don’t want it to be that expensive or crazy he’ll do everything that he can to make it the most romantic getaway you’ve ever been on.

if it’s somewhere with a beach? absolutely adores it because he can see you in such pretty swimsuits. no matter what negative thought you have about your body, he’s there to praise you and make sure that you feel your greatest and most beautiful.

jiyong will enjoy building sandcastles with you or at least try his best to attempt one and will either take so many photos of the you, the both of you, or a cute video of you and him building it together.

the gentleman he is he’ll ask if he can throw you in the water and once he gets the answer he wanted so badly, you’re picked up in an instant and thrown into the water but jiyong quickly checks on you to make sure he wasn’t too rough and holds you close against his warmer body pressing gentle kisses all over your face and down your neck. (he loves that)

if it’s a beautiful city? will take you shopping and spends so much money on you. don’t feel bad about it because he married you!! his money is your money and he will continue to spoil you so much.

“baby? I seen you looking at this dress and bought it while you were in the fitting room. can we go back there and try this one on, hm? I’ll be good.”

it’s so hard for him to behave but with your stern looks he acts scared to make you laugh and puts on his best behavior even if he wants so badly to take you back to the hotel and make love. yes I said make love because that’s what jiyong will say.

steals your phone to take pretty pictures of you to post and show your friends or family. he’ll then take plenty of pictures with his phone and stare at them for a few minutes before giving his attention to you.

“how’d I get so lucky? you’re so breathtaking.”

if it’s a tropical island? you’ll spend hours on the beach or he’ll take you to the aquarium! one of the largest in the city and hell of course buy you so much at the gift shop to remember this day.

it’ll be hard for him to wait for sex but he wants you to know and understand that isn’t the most important to him especially if he knows you’re super excited to leave the hotel and explore! so.. if anything he’ll do his best to wait for that night. what you want is far more important to him.

that night? well you’re in for a pretty long night with him. he’ll want to go for several rounds with a few breaks in between. each break he takes with you is a new special memory. he loves to hold you close to him and talk about all sorts of topics.

“wanna go another round? maybe this time in the shower or bath? that sounds so sexy.. I don’t know what it is about it. how does it sound to you baby?”

he’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed and after? prepare for morning sex and it’ll be hard to say no to him especially knowing he’s now your husband. cooking for you so early and going out of his way to make everything so perfect? yeah you need him.

“I can’t wait for you to get pregnant. is that okay to say? I just can’t wait. I know we’ve talked about it before but to see you pregnant with my baby? it’s going to be something so special and exciting.”

jiyong will try all sorts of dishes and desserts with you even if he doesn’t think it sounds good. the best part about the honeymoon is bonding and sharing memories together. him gagging over something he really didn’t like was a great memory.

“look it’s a stray cat! should we bring it home?”

“please? can we just bring it home! looks so cute.”

that’s when it’s time to drag jiyong away from the stray cat because if not? you’ll end up bringing it back home with you and hours later? he’s asking about the stray cat and if it’s doing okay. awww

before the end of your honeymoon he pulls you into his lap and gets emotional about how lucky he is to have you as his wife and how beautiful this honeymoon has been. he’s the best husband you could ever ask for. romantic, sweet, caring, so supportive and one of the most handsome ever.

[pissyolo]

BIGBANG - Coffee Prince Parody

[lovemepartly]

bf!jiyong ✩ headcanons 

warnings: 18+, smut. 

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

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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

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

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

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

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

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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

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

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

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

[mashtatosworld]

the distraction

summary: your pregnancy is hitting harder this time round and your husband isn't happy about your newest purchase + an evening with bss

The morning light slanted softly through the curtains, filling the bedroom with a gentle warmth. But despite the golden glow, you were not feeling so golden.

You sat propped against the pillows, a ginger biscuit in one hand and a cup of weak tea in the other, eyes heavy with exhaustion.

The constant waves of nausea had made most food unappealing, and your pregnancy cravings were fickle at best - one minute you wanted something, the next it made you gag.

Next to you, Diva was perched with her legs folded criss-cross, still in her bunny pyjamas, holding a half-eaten cereal bar. It was the only thing she would accept from her father’s breakfast attempts.

Her face was full of disapproval, lips pursed.

And then there was Jiyong.

Slumped beside Diva with his own tragic plate - a serving of scrambled pancake fragments (he had torn it up in frustration after it wouldn’t flip properly) and blackened toast, looking more like coal than food.

He was determinedly eating it - out of pure protest. Chewing each bite with slow, exaggerated defiance.

You glanced over at him, brows lifting faintly, but you said nothing.

You didn’t have the heart to comment on his cooking, not after you had heard him fumble around the kitchen for an hour, doing his best to make breakfast while tending to Diva’s toddler demands.

So you stayed silent, nibbling your biscuit with as much enthusiasm as you could muster.

Diva, however, did not share your restraint.

She turned slowly toward her father, eyes narrowed with ruthless judgment, staring directly at the plate of… whatever that was.

She wrinkled her nose, tilting her head slightly.

“Appa… no.”

Jiyong froze mid-chew, blinking at her.

He stared at his toast, then at his pancake-mess, and back at her. “No?” he repeated, incredulously, mouth still full.

Diva shook her head slowly, gaze unyielding. “No, Appa.” Then she pointed at his plate. “Yucky.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh as Jiyong’s eyes narrowed in exaggerated offence.

“Yucky?! Yah… I slaved over this!” he scoffed.

Diva remained unmoved, folding her arms with authority, her tiny chin tilting upward.

“No, Appa. No.”

You finally couldn’t contain your giggle, reaching over to brush a hand over Diva’s hair.

“Hey, hey,” you chastised softly, shooting Jiyong an amused glance. “Be thankful Appa tried.”

But Jiyong sighed heavily, his dramatic pout still in place.

“Yeah, well…” he muttered under his breath, stabbing his mangled pancake with his fork, “the food delivery guy will be here in ten minutes anyway.”

Your head snapped toward him, blinking in surprise. Diva’s eyes instantly widened, suddenly much more interested.

“B’donalds?” she asked hopefully, still chewing on the corner of her cereal bar.

Jiyong smirked faintly, wiping a crumb from her cheek with his thumb.

“No, baby… something healthy.”

She deflated at that, frowning and slumping into your side. You let her slip under your arm and held her as she sulked over the disappointment.

The three of you sat there in bed, Diva alternating between nibbling her cereal bar and side-eyeing Jiyong’s sad breakfast, while he gnawed dramatically on burnt toast, trying to look like he was enjoying it.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Later that evening, Jiyong stood by the front door, lingering.

He stared at the wood grain, suddenly hesitant.

Behind him, you were stood, cradling your rounded belly with one hand and massaging your lower back with the other.

The third trimester was hitting you harder than expected this time around. You were constantly nauseous, your joints ached, and even sleeping was a battle. The weight of carrying your growing Angel made your spine throb by mid-afternoon.

And then there was Diva.

Your once-small, sleepy toddler was now a whirlwind of energy. She had grown bolder, faster, and far more mischievous. She could out manoeuvre you with ease, leaving you panting and defeated after just five minutes of playtime.

Jiyong glanced back at you again, brows pinched with worry.

“You sure you’ll be okay if I go?” His voice was low, almost reluctant.

You smiled tiredly. “Ji… they’re huge fans of yours. You can’t cancel.”

He sighed softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead, lingering a little longer than necessary.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded reassuringly, though you both knew he’d still text you every half hour.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Jiyong arrived at the parking lot, feeling worn out before the night even began.

When the car finally pulled to a stop in front of him, he was quickly greeted by three large figures running at him full-speed.

“HYUNGGGG!!”

Before he could react, Hoshi practically tackled him with a bear hug, while Seungkwan and DK clung to his arms, chattering excitedly.

“Hyung, you’re really here! Oh my God!” DK beamed, practically bouncing in place.

“I’m sweating already!” Seungkwan announced dramatically, fanning himself with both hands.

“I’m shaking! This is a dream!”

Jiyong grinned, albeit tiredly, as he was smothered by their chaotic affection.

He chuckled softly, feeling overwhelmed by their excitement.

“Yah… calm down. You’re gonna scare me off,” he teased.

But they didn’t calm down.

Not at all.

For the next two hours, BSS ran circles around him - literally.

Their unrelenting energy was practically superhuman.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Once he was on the road with BSS, he found himself actually liking the trio. They were sweet, funny, and eager - but, God, they were also so damn energetic. Their energy level made him feel every one of his nearly forty years.

By the time they hit the McDonald's drive-thru, he was already fatigued. His limbs felt heavy, his head slightly foggy from lack of sleep.

The last few weeks had been rough - too many late nights of you tossing and turning, and even when you finally slept, he was up watching you, worried.

When he texted you for an update, the reply came swiftly:

Jiyong stared at the message, then at the greasy paper bags in his lap, the smell of fries and burgers filling the car as an idea struck him.

“Hey…” he announced aloud, silencing their bickering about being from the same descendants as him. “There's another Kwon I'd like you to meet.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Pulling into the driveway, Jiyong quickly climbed out of the car, leaving BSS inside. He was half-hoping Diva would be excited to see him and eager to come along - giving you some peace and also taking some heat off of him from the hyperactive idols.

His baby girl burned brighter than the sun.

He carefully strapped her shoes on as you zipped up her little coat.

But when he reached the car with her on his hip, her carseat in his other hand, her excitement turned to disappointment.

She eyed the three smiling strangers in the car. Her face scrunched up immediately.

“Where Uncle Dae and Bae?” she demanded.

Jiyong chuckled softly, kissing her temple. “Not today, Princess. These are new friends.”

Hoshi leaned out the window, waving eagerly from the drivers seat. “Hi!” he cooed in his most cheerful voice.

But Diva was not having it. She pressed herself against Jiyong’s chest, clutching his jacket tightly, glaring at the unfamiliar men.

“No go!” she declared firmly, refusing to get in.

Jiyong sighed, rubbing her back soothingly. “Baby, they’re nice… I promise.”

But she twisted in his arms, kicking slightly in protest.

And then - she saw them.

The McDonald’s bags on the passenger seat.

Her eyes widened instantly.

She stared at the bags, then back at her father. She pointed. “B’DONALDS?!!”

Jiyong smirked. “Yeah, baby… B’donalds.”

She wiggled out of his arms so fast, practically leaping towards the car, eyes locked on the prize.

Jiyong secured her in the carseat, as the boys greeted their idol's biggest accomplishment, Diva.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

On the way to the venue, the car was filled with easy conversation and laughter. But Diva was on a mission.

“Appa… fwhy?”

Jiyong, distracted by Hoshi’s story, absentmindedly handed her a fry from his portion.

“Appa… fwhy.”

Without a second thought, he reached for another fry and placed it in her little hand.

“Appa! FWHY!”

He chuckled softly, repeating the motion, completely oblivious to how many he was giving her as he continued talking with the boys.

By the time they arrived at the venue, he glanced down at the empty container in his hand, blinking in surprise.

“Wait…” he mumbled, furrowing his brows. “Where’d all my fries - ?”

He slowly turned toward the backseat.

Diva sat contently licking salt from her fingers, her cheeks slightly puffed, munching on the last of his fries.

Jiyong’s lips parted slightly in realisation. He glanced at Seungkwan, who had just placed the straw into his milkshake, ready to take his first sip.

But Diva’s eyes locked onto it instantly. Her little hand slowly reached out, her eyes wide and unapologetically longing.

Without a word, she pointed.

“Peas.”

Seungkwan blinked, caught off guard, then glanced at Jiyong, silently asking for permission.

Jiyong just shook his head and waved a hand.

“I'll buy you a beer instead,” he sighed in defeat.

With a grin, Seungkwan handed over the milkshake, and Diva’s face lit up. She took the cup with both hands, sipping triumphantly, and then gave Seungkwan a sweet, milk-stained smile.

“Tank you, uncle,” she mumbled sweetly, utterly charming him.

Seungkwan clutched his chest. “Oh my God - did you hear that? Did you hear that! I'm Hyung Jiyong's brother now!"

Jiyong just sighed, shaking his head with a helpless smile. His daughter had stolen all his fries and charmed her way into a free milkshake - and he was so proud, it was embarrassing.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

By the time Jiyong carried Diva into the house, she was nothing more than a limp noodle in his arms - completely knocked out, her little face pressed against his chest, soft puffs of air escaping her lips.

The sugar crash and karaoke had finally caught up to her, and she was deep in dreamland.

He moved through the dimly lit hallway quietly, mindful of each step, not wanting to disturb you. When he reached her room, he carefully dressed her in pyjamas and lowered her into her bed, his hands gentle and practiced.

The soft glow of her nightlight cast a warm, golden hue across her face, making her rosy cheeks look even rounder. He carefully tucked the blankets around her, brushing back the baby hairs from her forehead.

“Night, my Princess,” he whispered softly, leaning down to kiss her temple.

She stirred faintly, smacking her lips sleepily, but didn’t wake.

Jiyong lingered for a moment, just watching her breathe, feeling that familiar, aching warmth in his chest. She was growing so fast - it was almost unfair.

Finally, he turned and made his way to your bedroom, eager to crawl into bed and just hold you. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was to sink into the mattress with you pressed against him, your pregnant belly snug against his side.

But when he opened the door, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing in sudden offense.

There, taking his place, was a long, curved object lying obtrusively in the bed.

He blinked slowly.

What. The. Fuck.

His eyes immediately zeroed in on the new, menacing intruder - a pregnancy pillow.

The cushioned monstrosity was curled protectively around you, as if it were holding you in its plush embrace.

His lips parted slightly in disbelief.

Hell no.

Before he could even process his shock, you were stirring softly, having heard the door creak open. You blinked sleepily, your eyes still heavy with slumber, but when you spotted him, your face lit up with a warm smile.

“Hey…” you mumbled. “I finally got some sleep.”

Jiyong’s eyes remained locked on the pillow, his brows furrowed deeply. He pointed at it with narrowed suspicion, his voice flat and unamused.

“...What is that?”

You rubbed your eyes sleepily, not yet catching the disdain in his tone.

“Oh!” you perked up slightly, patting the offending object lovingly. “It came while you were out!”

He blinked, still staring at it.

“Haha… okay,” he muttered dryly, peeling off his clothes, tossing his cap to one side. “But that’s going now I’m here, right?” His tone was half-joking, though you could hear the slight plea in it.

He slipped into bed and reached out an arm, fully expecting you to abandon the pillow and tuck yourself into him, the way you always did. He was your pillow. That was his job.

But you nuzzled deeper into the pillow, sighing contentedly.

“Oh, but Ji… it’s so squishy,” you hummed with a sleepy smile, hugging it tighter.

Jiyong’s jaw dropped slightly, his eyes widening in betrayal.

His voice lowered to an incredulous mutter, almost to himself.

“...So am I.”

But you were already drifting back to sleep, oblivious to the silent war happening next to you.

He glared at the pillow, lying smugly between you two. When he reached over to brush your hair, his hand bumped into it. His lips pressed into a thin line.

The damn thing was in the way.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The next morning, Diva stumbled sleepily into your room, still in her pink pyjamas, her hair a wild mess. She rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists before clambering onto the bed and climbing over her Appa, her default morning routine.

But when she saw it - the massive, obtrusive cushion - she paused, blinking.

Her little face scrunched up in disapproval. She frowned at the intruder in between her parents, as if she instinctively knew it was taking her place too.

Without hesitation, she stood on the mattress, and with a determined stomp, kicked it.

“Blegh!” she declared with a furrowed scowl, glaring at the enemy.

Jiyong’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and when he was sure you were still sleeping, he swatted the pillow with the back of his hand, as if it were a fly.

“Pfft.”

Diva’s eyes lit up instantly. She delivered another savage kick to the side of the pillow, her tiny foot bouncing off it.

“HAH!” she giggled triumphantly, turning to her father for approval.

Jiyong bit back a grin, whispering conspiratorially. “Good job, Princess.”

But then your voice cut through the glee, slightly stern.

“Hey!” you scolded softly, turning over and raising your head to look at them from the other side of the pillow. “Stop that, young lady.”

Diva’s smile immediately vanished. Her lips wobbled slightly as she sulked, shooting a betrayed glance at Jiyong. She sat on the bed with a pout.

You sighed and swung your legs over the side of the bed, bracing your hand against your back as you waddled off to the bathroom for a much-needed pee.

The second you were gone, Jiyong grabbed the dreaded pillow and flung it across the room.

It soared clumsily through the air and landed with a heavy flop on a pile of Chanel gift boxes in the corner.

He smirked smugly, shifting to sit against the headboard, looking completely innocent by the time you returned.

But the second you laid eyes on the pillow’s new location, you narrowed your gaze sharply.

You squinted at him.

“Okay… well, I know it wasn’t her that time, Jiyong.”

His eyes widened.

“…What? No, I didn’t - ”

“Appa did it,” Diva declared loudly.

You sighed and stroked her hair lovingly.

“Good girl, baby,” you cooed, kissing her crown. “Telling the truth is very important.”

You shot Jiyong a pointed look, and he pouted dramatically, feigning deep offence.

But then your eyes lit up suddenly, and you perked up, your voice dreamy.

“Oooh… I’m craving French toast,” you announced sleepily. “I’m gonna make some.”

“Right now?” your husband asked eagerly.

Diva’s head shot up too.

“Fwensh toast?!” she gasped, clasping her hands.

Jiyong and Diva grinned at each other, the pillow rivalry forgotten as they both cheered excitedly.

But as you waddled toward the kitchen, Jiyong leaned down, whispering to Diva conspiratorially.

“Tonight,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the pillow.

She nodded seriously, mimicking his expression.

“Get wid of it,” she declared.

Jiyong gently patted her back.

“Deal.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

this is just a fun silly one, i've had a lot of pregnancy requests so i've got one more lined up before we get to angel's birth!

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