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seawitch62 · 2 years

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A curse, a painting.

Can the maiden escape her imprisonment?

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Cursed!

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago….

Time was free of the concept of technology, one does not have the time for imaginative frivolous thoughts, chores and survival are the concerns of utmost importance.

There lived a young beautiful maid, vibrant and full of life. Her smile wobbled the knees of many young suitors. Her harmonious voice pleasant to the ears, her body, desirous of many young men and old alike in her atmosphere.

Many had asked for her hand in marriage. She respectfully declined, she was not ready for matrimony and the shackles it included nor was she ready for children, her child bearing days are her future not her present.

Her parents desperately wanted to see their lovely daughter settle down and be protected by a husband. Her father often said "if you do not choose a worthy husband, I will do so!".

Life was pleasant for the maiden,

Her daily chores kept her busy, chatting and giggling with her family and friends.

A dark cloud loomed over, ominous and petty, unbeknownst to the lovely maiden, she had caught the eye of the Overlord.

The Overload an older gentleman, paunchy and balding and even in his prime not an attractive man. Genetics were not kind to him in the least. What he lacked in looks was compensated with wealth and power. This is a man that rules with an iron fist, not one to take lightly any slight, imagined or real.

His deviant eye watches her, his mouth waters as he imagines what he would like to do with this lamb. He bides his time watching, waiting like a spider on a well spun web, awaiting his moment.

The day like any other for the young woman, her Mother requested she take their monthly quota of vegetables to the Overloads kitchen.

The kitchen normally full of hustle and bustle as the staff prepare the daily meals was noticeably quiet. The room was warm and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. "Good morning" a voice male in gender but by no means masculine in fact his voice was high pitched, that irritated the ears. Startled, she turns, knowing it's the voice of her Overlord. "Good morning Sir" she replies, her curtsey revealing to his lewd eye and vision of supple young breasts.

"Maid come hither!" He instructs, hesitantly she does as she is asked, plump fingers touch her face, his garlic and onion breath so close she fights the nausea swirling within like a tornado. "Maid I want you!" He states as his fingers play with her hair.

"I crave your body, and you will give it freely". His hands fondle and squeeze her breasts, her nipples hurt, frozen in fear, she only stares. "You will give yourself to me!" He demands.

Vegetables drop to the floor, "no" she screams as she runs out the door.

Running and not stopping till she reaches her favourite spot, the local stream, surrounded by trees and flowers she sits on her log and sobs.

The Overlord angered beyond words, the Wench dares rebuff his advances. This is not a man to trifle with, especially his ego.

This man dabbles in dark magic.

"Curse thee wench!" He yells.

"I curse you forever to see what you see! That no one sees you!

Only when you are truly seen will you be free! I curse you!".

The lovely young woman was never seen again, her parents valiantly searched but no clue ever surfaced.

A mystery of the ages. Some believed the Overlord had a play in her disappearance but none dared to speak these words out loud.

The Overlord's new acquisition became his obsession. A painting of a young maiden, surrounded by trees and flowers facing a stream sitting on a log, her back is all that you see it's evident she weeps.

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Years rolled by the young woman's parents passed away never knowing what befall their beloved daughter. The Overlord eventually turned to dust after living an abnormally long life. His death was greeted with relief and rejoicing.

His prized painting, from that moment, was in the possession of many hands, never seeing only gazing.

Eons passed, the young lady now has learned to navigate her surroundings, minuscule as they are. To the outside world she remains weeping on the log.

She freely roams her canvas prison, hoping, wishing, one day to be released.

Watching as her world slowly changes she can only observe and never participate.

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Off the beaten track far removed from the tourist trade, a world weary traveler stares at the painting through the window of the second hand store. He is drawn to the art, he knows not why only that he should have it.

Upon entering the establishment his eyes roam the premise seeing many oddities. He states his business, the owner an elderly woman with a keen nose for business. She tells the well tailored gentleman her price, most shudder and make a hasty retreat. Not this man, he does not blink, instead he pays her asking price immediately.

"The painting is very old,'' she tells him. Thanking the woman he exits the shop, hops into his chauffeur driven limousine that waits patiently for him.

Jiyong is very pleased with his purchase and decides he will hang this art in his entertainment area once he is home.

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Kwon Jiyong also known as G Dragon or simply GD, a world wide recognizable face by many, fashionista, trend setter, underneath all that glitters is a very lonely man. A man who hopes that someone will see him! Not the image but him! Lonely in a world where everyone is your friend, hoping that the Jiyong sparkle will rub off onto them.

Where every acquaintance and friendship is left with the thoughts "do they see me?". It can be a very lonely existence. Cameras click click click your every move. Reporters clamoring about looking for the exclusive.

Which is why his home is his castle, his haven, his refuge. He shares his home with his 'babies' Lye and Princess Zoa. Jiyong is also known to his kitties as Dad.

They are the true rulers of his kingdom.

All in all life is wonderful for the trio in their penthouse.

The young lady in the painting watches with indulgent amusement as Jiyong dresses Zoa in cute outfits, she also witnessed Jiyong running around worried and fretful looking for his baby, who was Peacefully taking a nap in the tub. Lyes, disapproval at his 'Dads' attempt to put clothing on him. The kitties keep her amused and are her only companionship.

"Animals always sense me, see me, never their owners" she sighs.

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Jiyong notices his kitties preoccupation with the painting. He catches them sitting and staring for extended periods of time. Not understanding why, but always the Cat Dad he moves the settee in front of the weeping woman painting so the three of them can enjoy the art together.

"Why do you weep in such a serene beautiful setting?" He thinks out loud.

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"Booze" he tells himself. No way the weeping woman is standing by the tree he tells himself.

Shaking his head he once again looks at the painting she is back on her log.

'Time for bed' he tells himself.

"He saw me" she utters, happiness overflows, feeling like a gold miner who's claim glistened in the sun, "he saw me" she murmurs.

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Obsessively, Jiyong sits on the settee and gazes at his painting.

Lye and Zoa join him, often falling asleep on his lap.

Drowsily he yawns sleep beckoning as he stands before his painting, Lye and Zoe attention is directed at the art, looking back at his cats then his gaze returns to the painted canvas.

Disbelief, the woman is kneeling beside the flowers.

"No no no!" He exclaims loudly.

The weeping woman upon hearing his distressed tone looks up and their eyes lock.

They see each other.

"He sees me!"

"She sees me!".

The curse is broken, the spell no longer holds her in her artistic cell.

The maiden walks out of the painting into Jiyongs entertainment area.

Lye and Zoa hiss and growl and run away to hide.

Jiyong can only stare, she bestows a smile of such warmth and gratitude it melts his fears.

The weeping lady who now no longer weeps but smiles hugs the stunned Jiyong whispering over and over her thanks.

Stepping back tears well in her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.

"Thank you" she says in many languages she has learned since her incarnation.

Jiyong witnesses in horror, as she ages and decays before him, her skeletal form turns to dust.

Staring at the dust at his feet, he turns to the painting, it's exactly the same minus the weeping woman.

Her loneliness has ended.

His continues.

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dazedconfuzed · 8 months

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I just remembered that one time about 10 years ago when I came across a kpop rpf on asianfanfics(I mean almost every fic on that site is kpop rpf) where it was gdragon x black reader. I didn’t read the whole fic, I just skipped to the most recent chapter at the time where the reader was about to have his baby. I forgot to read the description so I clicked on it to discover that it was pretty much described as enemies to lovers and of course that meant he had to be racist. I immediately checked out because even 14/15 year old me knew that shit was weird. Why do some interracial romances do this? I don’t know.

#kpop #rpf #gdragon #fanfiction #black fanfiction #does anybody still use asianfanfics?

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zerot0all · 5 years

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Coffee | M

-Pairing: Kwon Jiyong(GDragon) x Reader

-Genre/Warnings: One Shot / Mature / Oral

–>Summary: You’re Jiyong’s assistant and lately, he’s been really ‘feeling’ you.

-Note: this is my first story. be kind. I love feedback and /or help on improving. this story is sweet and quick. nothing crazy, I wanted to go easy on the first story. You were Kwon Ji-yong’s assistant, or as the world knew him as G-Dragon.

Ever since he fired his last two assistants, people have been fearful to work for him. He’s intimidating and at times frightful.

But that didn’t stop you from applying.

That didn’t stop you from going to the interview.

And it most definitely didn’t stop you when the HR manager asked just how ‘available’ you were.

No way!

None of that intimidated you.

Not even meeting the man himself.

You see, you grew up with thick skin and a sharp mind, that none of that really scared you.

It was work and you were one great employee.

YG loved you.

You kept Jiyong on his toes reminding him about his daily tasks , some he wished you would even forget. But that’s what he got, he wanted a badass assistant who would be able to keep up with his hectic lifestyle and he finally got one.

It’s been ten months and you couldn’t help but sense the sudden change in the atmosphere whenever Jiyong stepped foot into the building.

You thought it was just your head messing with you or the sudden paranoia that something was actually bugging him- Jiyong.

It became at times unbearably how his eyes would linger on your frame.

The intensity of his dark browns would send your world upside down, then he would casually do that tongue thing. You know, the one where he lazily licks the corner of his lips as his eyes are burning into yours.

Yeah that one.

It made goosebumps appear all over your body and you weren’t sure why. I mean, yes he is a handsome man. Internationally known and wanted, so what was so wrong with the way he was now paying attention to you?

You didn’t want to turn into another of his one night stands, you’ve sent too many ‘thank you’ notes to those poor girls who thought they meant something to this playboy.

But G-Dragon wasn’t evil in that sense, he was a sweet talker and he would let them know what it was from the beginning. So as Jiyong put it, it was merely their fault for wanted more from him.

Maybe it was the small fear that he wasn’t G-Dragon with you…

In the office, in the studio… even in the limo ride to events- he was Kwon Jiyong. A silly man who never really got to enjoy his youth.

Jiyong was at times lost and you enjoyed the raw extremity of his inner beauty.

You feared it but something about it made you long for him in a way you’ve never longed for anyone in your life. He made you question life itself and at times you left him pondering what life would be if he wasn’t the famous Idol he was now.

You both had a strange connection and you knew it… the alarming gut feeling was that so did he.

Your phone chimes in with a text.

GD- Studio in ten. Bring coffee

The studio? Was he serious, you just left the YG building, currently on your way to your car when that damn message came in. you glanced up at the sky, the dark clouds slowly coming in with sharp winds. Tonight was going to be a long night.

YOU- Coming.

You sharply reply and head towards the coffee shop just down the block, it served his favorite brew since he stopped drinking the coffee from the YG cafe. He said it was too watered down, you sigh at the thought. He could be such a drama king sometimes.

It took you about fifteen minutes before you were walking into the studio, music blaring through his speakers, two coffees in hand.

If you were going to be here all night, why not fuel up on caffeine too, right?

You tried to slowly close the studio door without making a noise, Jiyong had his head between his hands. He seemed pensive so the last thing you wanted to do was disrupted his thinking stage.

“You’re late,” he hummed just as the song ended.

You cocked your head, surprised that he knew you were there.

You glanced around wondering how he saw you or even heard you.

“Sorry, the line at Sky’s Coffee was insane. But here you go,” you smile as you hand him his coffee. Jiyong carefully raised his head to glare at the coffee, then up to you.

He did that about three times before reaching for the cup itself. His eyes kept a strong lock on you, like as if he still didn’t believe it.

What’s not to believe?

You’ve been getting him coffee from Sky’s for a month now, why would it shock him now?

His eyes not once leaving you, he brings his cup to his mouth. His lips gradually lining the rim of the cover, the steam of the fresh brewed coffee was coming out from that tiny vent.

He took one quick sip then another longer gulp.

Like he needed time to savor the coffee on his tongue.

The swipe of his tongue on his lip made you involuntarily lick your own. Not knowing that he was still watching you as you watched him drink.

With a sly smirk he leaned back on his chair, eyes still observing you.

There it was. That strange, thick tension that would make you wish you were nowhere near him. Or in this case, nowhere near this damn building.

“Honestly, i thought you were just going to go downstair and get me the same boring coffee that everyone drinks in this place.” he snorts, lightly enjoying his statement.

“But you don’t like it.” You say as you casually lean into the console for support as the conversation continues.

“That’s true, i don’t.” He nods, accepting what you said being correct.

“Then why would i get you something you don’t like?” You were stumped on why he was being this strange with you getting him coffee. This was never an issue in the past, so why now?

Jiyong tilts his head, his eyes tracing your frame once again. From your black booties, up your legs surpassing your thick thighs and hips which were covered by a flowy red plaid skirt. As his eyes traveled higher, it seemed as if the buttons on your black blouse were being undone with how he was observing you. Once his eyes landed on your chest, you were able to feel your throat dry up.

The way he was looking at you was uncalled for but something behind his whiskey colored eyes made you melt within. You enjoyed the way he was watching you.

After a moment of silence, he abruptly stood up in front of you. You were now between him and the mixing console which was gradually keeping you up. Having Jiyong this close was tempting, so wrong but very inviting.

Jiyong casually placed one hand in his pants pockets while the other skimmed his chin, still observing you but this time with more of a thoughtful look.

“I appreciate how you know my likes and dislikes, y/n.” he speaks easily, his thumb going up to graze his own bottom lip.

A gleam of desire passed by his features and you shivered with anticipation.

“What kind of assistant would i be if i didnt…” you lightly giggled as he took one step towards you. His eyes bore into you, it was becoming impossible to look away.

You were his assistant but he was now pushing the boundaries of something unknown that you were genuinely freaking out.

“A horrible one, but then again, what kind of boss am i not knowing my employees likes and dislikes.” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to your lips.

You curse yourself realizing that you just so happened to lick your lips instinctively.

“A very busy man, no need to worry about your employees. You’re job is to be the number one self produced idol, with a chain of brands under your belt. I’m sure you know some of my dislikes, like, you know i don’t like peanut butter because im allergic to-”

“Nuts… yes, i know that. But that’s not what im talking about y/n…” he closes his eyes contemplating his next words, which gives you a two second window to run for it.

Trying to side step Jiyong should have been quick and easy, you should have been by the door and out into the empty hallway in no time.

Not stuck between Jiyong’s lower half pinning you to the console as his arms rest on the top of the mixing table, completely caging you from that sweet escape you wished for.

You swallowed hard as his head dipped down lower, coming extremly close to yours. His nose being just mere inches away from yours.

“You know me so well, at times it’s sort of intimidating. Other times…it’s kind of exciting.” he almost whispered into your space, the scent of the coffee was still fresh on his tongue you were able to smell it.

“Jiyong, it’s my job-” you try to justify but was interrupted by a gust of wind as he blows out an exasperated breath.

“Cut the crap y/n, that’s not what I’m talking about…” he goes on and you are about done with this sudden guessing game that he wanted to play.

“Then what in the world are you talking about?” You harshly question, needing to find out what he was up too and to just get it over with.

“Pop quiz- what is the one thing i despise from a one night stand?” he questions and you are struck with the sudden realization that this could either go really well or really bad.

“Hickeys. You don’t like proof of the night, besides it’s not a good image for you. If paparazzi spot that, its game over.” i reassure him.

Jiyong smiles wide.

“Good girl, now, what’s one thing i fucking love from a one night stand?” he goes on and your flesh heats up with need.

It’s sickening how you know so much about him, at first you thought it was just your job but as he asks you such personal questions about his life, you finally know that his life has now become yours.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you’ve gone mute in front of him. Jiyong finds this amusing as his eyes go to your lips and a lustful smile appears on his face.

“Here i’ll give you a hint. It has to do with your pretty little mouth.” his voice drops to a more sensual tone, making your skin burn.

“M-mouth, uh, 0-oral?” you shyly reply as Jiyong nods his head, pleased with your words.

“You’re such a good girl y/n…now, here is the final question for the win. Do i like to receive or give? Answer carefully, because you could either get a trick or a treat.” his grin has maliciously taken over his handsome face, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

He was enjoying this and you couldn’t help but enjoy it too.

You quickly lick your lips.

“You like to give.” you answer bravely, letting him know that you do indeed want the treat and not the trick.

Jiyong, pleased with your answer, gave you a chaste kiss.

The sudden heat from his lips made you freeze up.

“You’re such a good employee, always pleasing her boss,” he taunted you as his arm snaked around your waist, catching you off guard.

This wasn’t like Jiyong to act out like this.

“I think it’s time to return the favor, don’t you think?” he murmurs bringing his mouth near your jaw, inhaling your perfume and nearly growling.

You’ve suddenly closed your eyes, still in shock that this was happening to you.

“Jiyong, i think i should go-”

You’re cut off again as his free arm traces your abdomen, then hip until it reached the edge of your skirt. Sluggishly lifting it enough to send his finger up your flesh, you can feel his nose skim your neck as he takes another whiff of you.

Your mind was going a million miles a second as he continued to caress your skin.

His fingers went higher, you could feel your thighs clench instinctively. You didn’t want him to know that you were growing needy of him, you didn’t want him to know you have been wet for him for some time now.

You don’t want him to know that you too have fallen for his charm, you don’t want him to know.

“Let me just show you my gratitude y/n, i think it’s long overdue.” he breathes you in once again, his lips lightly hovering over your skin.

You hiss unexpectedly as his fingers reach your panties.

“Jiyong, we shouldnt.” you can barely speak as all the air you had in your lungs has suddenly evaporated. You feared if you moved even the slightest, it would be game over.

But once his long slender fingers start to trace figures over your panty line, you couldn’t contain it. This was wrong but it felt so right.

You couldn’t stop him now, he was already there.

Why not enjoy it?

“You’re not going to stop me huh? You want this just as bad as i do, huh y/n?” Jiyong’s voice is dark and throaty as his teeth ghost over your collar bone, his eyes closed as if admiring the scent.

Your scent.

“I’ve been dying to taste you since you started wearing these fucking skirts,” he grunts into your chest, his nose skimming the buttons as he inhales your Dior perfume.

The same exact perfume G-Dragon gifted you for your birthday two months ago.

“Fuck, and these fucking blouses. Seriously y/n, were you not expecting me to crave you? I’ve been going crazy trying to stay back and contain myself but not anymore. I’m sick and tired of waiting around to touch you, taste you and fuck you. I’m going to take what’s mine and you are not going to stop me, huh?” he was glaring at you, his tall stance making you lift your chin up to him.

His beauty was truly breathtaking, especially in that position. You couldn’t deny him.

Not now, and not when his hand taking place between your legs sweetly massaging your folds through the lace.

You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he wants.

“No,” You breath just in time as his fingers push your panties to the side and his fingers find you wet and warm.

“So wet. Have you always been this wet for me y/n, tell me.” his lips were so close to yours, so you went for it just as his finger dipped into your juices.

A slight moan escaped your lips but Jiyong quickly took over, being as passionate as ever, control was his strength and you were enjoying it.

Your morals flew out the window as your arms went around his neck, bringing him closer to you like as if you needed him to breath.

The slow, tender pace his fingers were pumping into you was making you tremble with a need that you haven’t felt in so long. As his thumb strokes your nub, you inhale sharply causing him to bite your bottom lip.

Jiyong was relentless as his mouth continues to attack your skin, from your neck to you chest just as he rips your blouse open making buttons fly off. He groaned to himself as his free hand goes to palm your swells, clearly taking over the full breast with his large hands that you are becoming addicted too.

His black hair glimmered with the lights above you, the silent studio was only portraying sounds of breathings and his constant grunts of approval.

His mouth began making a trail downward, going between the valley of your breast and lightly nipping at your skin as he got closer to your skirt.

At this point, your breath was coming out in pants awaiting his next move.

You wanted him there, at your opening as you drip just for him. You wanted nothing more than to have his tongue taste you.

The waiting was killing you.

“Jiyong, please,” you hiss out trying to calm your racing heart. Jiyong, on the other hand was enjoying it as he eyed your reactions.

“What do you want y/n, tell me what you want.” his voice was velvet smooth that that alone sent you into a euphoric state, making you groan deep.

Carefully, he dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes trained again on you awaiting your command. Both his hands were under your skirt, both thumbs hooked to the lace of your panties. You can see the desire radiating from his eyes alone, he wanted this- but for a moment it seemed like he needed this.

Jiyong came close to your pelvic bone, rubbing his nose on your skirt becoming anxious for you.

Your mind went blank for a second, while the consequences ran through your mind with a dull ache to your soul.

You need to walk away, this was your job- this was G-fucking-Dragon.

You couldnt mess that up with your silly wants.

But you can’t unhear the way his groans would turn your insides to a heated mess.

“Touch me,” your voice was airy and low but it was there for his ears as they perked up, a sly smile creeped onto his features as he sent you a nod.

“Where y/n?” he asked as his hands began to descend down your thighs, panties and all. As soon as the lace is gone, you were able to feel the cool air whip into your skirt. You were so open and it made you shiver with expectancy, with the simple promise that Jiyong was going to please you like no other.

“Right here, touch me here please.” you moaned louder as you start to get your voice back. Reaching down to grab one of his free hands and guiding it back to your core.

He chuckled to himself as he nodded.

Lifting your skirt higher and diving between your thighs, his lips went to your sides first. Licking your skin around that one special place, you could feel your body scream for him.

Just…a little closer

You thought as he continued to taste and admire you.

“Please,” you protested, letting him know that you were on edge. You needed that blazing hot touch on your sweetest part and you needed it now.

You could feel his lips quirk into a wide smile as he lazily reached lower, throwing your right leg over his shoulder swiftly and he was there.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his tongue surged through your folds, savoring your juices which were flowing at this moment. He wasn’t remorseful, his mouth was passionate yet full of rage as he began to devour you.

“Yes,” you finally spoke up.

“Fuck yes,” you went on as he dove deeper, his tongue being the perfect size to trespass into your delicious spot within your folds. He knew what he was doing, he was a pro; a fucking genius when it came to the anatomy. He knew your body inside and out, and he just barely got to tease you, taste you.

His tongue was working wonders, keeping you on cloud nine with his assault on your most sensitive area. It wasn’t till you felt something else invade your haziness, your adrenaline was spiking and Jiyong invited his firm slender fingers to join his eloquent tongue.

“Don’t stop, please dont stop.” you hummed into the air, mentally speaking to him but it may have seemed you were having an outer body experience with the exhilitated events.

Bundle of nerves in your abdomen bunched up, heating up to his actions. His tongue and his fingers playing with your clit were driving you over the edge and you were almost ready.

“You taste so fucking good y/n,” he muttered into you, while your core pounded with devastatingly delicious lashes that would send your whole being in a spiral of endless bliss.

“Jiyong.” you hissed loudly, and for once you were delighted the studio was soundproof because the more he ravished you, the louder you became.

Your moans were animalistic, you weren’t able to put words together besides the constant curse words that seemed to fuel his wicked feast.

“Thats it y/n, who is making you feel like this.” he groaned loudly as he heard you exhale a loud moan, he knew you were coming close, he was able to feel it on his tongue and as soon as his fingers entered you; your walls demanded release.

This was becoming too much to handle for you.

His tongue.

His fingers.

His breath on your skin and his subtle incoherent words which would send your world on fire. He was pure sex and it was making you go wild.

“Jiyong, i can’t.” you complained as you began to feel your whole body constrict with such power you weren’t sure how far high you could contain this warmth.

The same warmth that you were now swimming in, the room seemed to be becoming smaller. Everything about the studio was all Jiyong, the air tasted like him, smelled like him. Everything swirling around in your head was taking over with the common sense that you now belonged to him.

Kwon Jiyong.

It kept building as his tongue lapped up your juices, every once in a while you heard him slurp and it made you moan a little louder for him. Something about knowing how much he likes tasting you made you grin like a pornstar who knows she has bomb pussy.

“Are you going to cum on my tongue y/n?” he spoke into your wet entrance, his fingers pumping you deeper as they suddenly hit that perfect spot making you arch more into my face. Your fingers went to his hair, roughly pulling him closer to your cunt.

“Yes,” you hissed just as his fingers sped up and his mouth sucked your clit into his mouth, lightly rubbing his teeth on your sensitive piece of skin.

That was the last straw, you were already on the edge but that pushed you over. A shrill scream with his name on our tongue was how it ended, his other hand gripping your ass harder to him as you came undone.

A sexual feast that once took over the noisy studio was now you panting and Jiyong grinning to himself as he gently let you go.

Slowly coming to his feet, setting your skirt back down and grabbing your panties. quickly placing them into his pocket and fixing himself up.

Your head was still buzzing that you didn’t notice him turn around and walk away from you.

“Where are you going?” you asked out of breath and confused with his actions.

With a sly smile, Jiyong responds.

“A meeting. I really didn’t need to be in the studio.” he replied with a shine to his eyes. You, still sprung off of the adrenaline of lust this man just sent you through, you were not sure what to reply.

Was this a good thing?

Before he reached the door he turned over to you, as you went to zip up your sweater since your blouse was tore up thanks to him.

“Same time tomorrow?” he winks as he opens the door, your mouth drops as the realization sets in.

“Oh, and don’t forget the coffee.”

And he was gone.

As you stood there in an eerie silence, a question came to mind- does this mean you’re not just a one night stand?

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stylo-xx · 6 years

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Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Smut

PART 10: A Repeated Seesaw Game...

A/N: I’ve been in my own feelings lately...

completely rewrote the rewrite, it was way too sad...

P.S: songs for your listening pleasure: (Suga)

(Part One)||(Part Two-A)||(Part Two-B)||(Part Three)||(Part Four)||(Part Five-A)||(Part Five-B)||(Part Five-C)||(Part Six)(Part Seven)||(Part Eight)||(Part Nine-A)

A boring seesaw game, someone has to get off this seesaw

though, I can’t...

In life, oftentimes there are constants that exist that we’d wish were only temporary, but unfortunately for us wishing things into existence isn’t practical; and frankly only leaves things to be desired. If only things were as easy as they make it out to be in fairytales; or at least on Gossip Girl.

Life also has its ups and downs much like the childhood game of seesaw; as someone and their partner teeter and totter back and forth it's like an unspoken constant battle for balance; for unity. At first you run head first toward your end and sometimes you wait for your partner to catch up, other times you begin before they even have time to get their leg over to either side and just hope they catch up. Picking up the pace while laughing and joking and playing ‘the sand is lava’ and kicking up your feet to try and keep your feet from hitting the ground or worse your bum. But sometimes someone leaves unexpectedly and you suddenly drop hard on your end feeling alone and hurt; both physically and emotionally. You’re left there with noone to balance you out anymore and to bounce you back up when you’ve gone down into the sand. All you can do contemplate getting off the seesaw, but what if you just can’t bring yourself to? Do you just wait for someone else to arrive? Or do you wait on that same person to comeback, just at the possibility that they could drop you again unexpectedly of their own volition? Then you answer to yourself the latter and you start to question whether or not you’re an emotional masochist. But I digress...

Love, is a hell of an addiction and one that is hard to kick, sure one could say their ‘I wish I could quit you!’s and their ‘you ain’t shit’s and my personal favorite ‘I wish I never met you’, but truly once that person had made their indent in your heart whether it be good or bad could you truly forget them? Could you truly rid yourself of all these feelings you had for a singular person in an instance? Sure, in the heat of the moment you may scream infidelities into the sky and spit utter disdain and all the vitriol you can muster about this someone who has broken your trust, and most importantly you heart, but why scream these things and hide the fact that we are hurt? Why pretend like in that moment the one person you loved and cherish more than anyone, hadn’t just severely hurt you?

Your friends may come to your rescue and reassure you that they weren’t worth it and that they weren’t good enough for you and you think to yourself ‘if you thought that about them, then why the hell didn’t you tell me this before I wasted two years of my life with that asshole?!’. And other times despite all the hatred spilled from both your mouth and your friends’, there is sometimes a vile part of you that still festers away at a dark crevice in your brain that tells you that you still want them, that in a momentary lapse of judgment you would take them back in a heartbeat. A part of you that’s still waiting on that seesaw…

“You’re insane”

“Sure yeah, but who said yes and got in the car?” he smirked as he closed the car door behind him.

She stayed silent, biting her lip as the sound of her heart racing filled her ears.

“Seatbelt” he signaled tapping the top of her thigh with two fingers then rested his hand on her thigh when she buckled herself in.

From the outside the venue to the award show was dead, as opposed to when they arrived as it was lined with people as far as the eye could see, she’d be lying if she had said that she wasn’t worried about leaving the venue in the first place risking not only getting spotted by some paparazzi or even worse some fan site ‘photographer’; he’d be lying if he said that he shared that same fear. He was more preoccupied thinking about what comes next between them.

“Ji-Yong…”

“Yeah?” he turned the car wheel with his empty hand.

“I-I umm…”

“shit was this the turn off for the airport…? He muttered to himself leaning forward.

“What if when we get there--to Vegas I mean and we end up--I don’t know...are you freaking out because I’m freaking out?”

He nodded his head absentmindedly, eyes flickering back and forth between the laggy car GPS and the exit signs on the freeway.

“Oh really? Thank god!” she exhaled “because you just seem so calm about it all and everything is just going so fast I just I don’t--oh Jesus H. Christ I haven’t even told Jun-Meyon and you and I--we just left! Oh god, Ji-Yong what are we gonna do? I’m technically still in a relationship and you--you still have a whole ass other award to recieve! Maybe we should go back” she turned to face him.

“Yeah maybe…” he hummed.

“You agree? Oh thank god! I thought--”

“Is it just me or is this stupid GPS like two exits behind where we actually are?” he squinted his eyes “oh sorry, were you saying something?”

“Ji-Yong!” her mouth dropped “nope, no this was a mistake, go back!”

“What? Why? What the hell happened? Baby I thought we were--”

“Ji-Yong what are we fucking crazy?! We can’t do this, I’m in a relationship and you--you’re--fuck we can’t do this!”

He inhaled deeply and quickly pulled off the road onto the off hand shoulder and turned on his hazard lights.

“Alex--” he turned to face her.

“I really think we’re really in over our heads here Ji-Yong! We’re so stupid, why did we think this was a good idea? Why did we think we could do this?”

“Hey, hey listen to me, we’ve been wanting to do this--I’ve been wanting to do nothing but start this over with you; I’ve wanted nothing but to do this with you, I want a family with you, I want you” he cupped her face with his hands “just breathe for a minute everything will be okay, okay? I love you, I know I’ve said a lot of things I didn’t mean but that’s not one of them. And I know I’ve done a lot of things that I regret but loving you isn’t one of those things”

She looked into his eyes and all that came through was the sincerity behind his words. She nodded her head and gave him a small smile before leaning into his hands.

“I love you too...”

“I want to forget all the shit that happened between us, and I want to start over--”

“I know you’re trying to be romantic but we are in the middle of god knows in Hong Kong, in a rental car pulled over on the side of the freeway” she lightly chuckled.

He giggled back and pecked her nose prompting a smile back from her earning a full gummy smile back from him.

He paused for a moment “I do mean it though, I know to some people it might seem insane that I’ve held onto you for as long as I have but I would rather spend the rest of my life insane with you than to never have to deal with your pain in the ass ever again”

“Gee thanks” She chuckled as she playfully shoved his shoulder “I do”

“Oh are we preparing our vows now?” he smirked tucking a piece of hair behind her ear..

“What you have better material?”

“Fine, I vow to you my future wife” he smiled “to love you, and make love to you--” he laughed making her poke his side.

“I vow to be with you through sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, until you tell me no. and even then I’ll still love you until you hate me….again”

“And to you, my lover and my best friend, I vow to be with you until my very last breath. I vow to, find a way to make you fall in love with me every morning when I wake up and by the time we go to bed I vow to bed the only you’ll ever need to dream of”

He tilted his head and smiled “you trying to one up me?”

“What? No?” she laughed.

“Too serious, give me one you’d wouldn’t say in front of God and Elvis”

“Who said we’re getting married before Elvis?” she giggled.

“Vegas wedding why not?” he smiled.

“Okay, okay fine!” she cleared her throat “I vow to give you road head when you ask for it--”

He groaned “you don’t even need to say anymore, I do baby I really do” He smiled cupping her face with his hands and capturing her lips with his.

Running his fingers through her hair he deepened the kiss as he gently parted her lips with his tongue the moment she gave him any room to budge. He pulled away from the kiss and moved her hair back away from her neck and peppered kisses down along her jawline and onto her neck. Pulling away again, he looked her in the eye and smiled before placing a chaste kiss on her lips again before placing his hands back on the wheel and turning to face her one last time.

“So, are you ready?” he smiled.

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mykpopmood · 6 years

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G-Dragon family life

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deermi · 6 years

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Wonderwall | Teaser

He was a genius. He had absolutely everything. Money, fame, attention of all the celebrities, sports cars that everybody wanted, countless villas, and much more. The life every single person wanted to live. But all he needed was you.

[won•der•wall, adjective

Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with.]

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aflaxtonjaegerbomb · 6 years

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Art Is Made From Whiskey

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff

Pairing: GTop

Warnings: None unless you count shitty writing

Word Count: 607

A/N: The whole time I wrote this I had You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore on repeat. I think the kiss scene goes well with the swell of the chorus~

Jiyong shuffled almost silently through the gallery on the second floor of Seunghyun's home. The robe he'd borrowed from said man was dragging behind him, two sizes too big.

Seunghyun used to complain when Jiyong first started borrowing his clothes, but over the years he decided that, actually, Jiyong looked incredibly adorable in oversized hoodies and robes.

Jiyong took a small sip from the tulip shaped glass he was holding, savouring the burn of the whiskey as it went down. His lips twitched as he thought of the cocktails Seunghyun had offered to make him earlier. Adding anything other than whiskey to whiskey was…

“Heresy,” Jiyong mumbled aloud, still shuffling at a slow pace from one painting to the next. If he was being honest, Jiyong wasn't paying particular attention to these artworks. He was looking for one canvas specifically, but he didn't know where Seunghyun had actually placed it - it had been a while since they'd had time off to spend like this and it seemed that Seunghyun had rearranged the entire gallery while Jiyong was away.

Seunghyun followed behind Jiyong, unsure of what he was looking for. Neither of them spoke, but the silence was comfortable. Seunghyun smiled gently every time he looked at Jiyong shuffling about, pausing to glance over a canvas before moving on. The fabric of their robes made hushed noises, each reassuring the other that they were still following one another. Seunghyun took a final sip of his cocktail as Jiyong turned to face him, signature pout already on his lips.

“Where’d you put it?”

“Put what?”

“Our piece…” Jiyong picked at Seunghyun’s robe, avoiding eye contact. Seunghyun chuckled and took Jiyong’s hand in his own before leading him towards the end of the gallery. Sure enough, the massive floral painting that the pair had worked on was hanging on the wall, dominating the atmosphere. Arranged around the canvas were flowers, some local, some exotic.

“Are they real?” Jiyong gestured towards the display. Seunghyun nodded, watching his partner’s reaction carefully. Jiyong’s eyes lit up, and for a moment he looked as if he couldn’t become any happier in his entire life. Then he turned to Seunghyun. Seunghyun could see his lips moving, forming the words “beautiful” and “thank you”, but he couldn’t hear them. Instead, he was awestruck by Jiyong. His smile, his sparkling eyes, the way his hands clutched at each other in excitement. Seunghyun found himself moving closer, invading the younger man’s personal space. Said man still had his attention on the display before them, prompting Seunghyun to gently grip Jiyong’s chin and turn his head before dipping his own, locking their lips in a soft kiss. Jiyong made the smallest noise of surprise, melting into his partner and throwing his arms over Seunghyun’s shoulders.

The pair stayed in place for what felt like hours until eventually, Jiyong pulled away to rest his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder. Seunghyun buried his head into Jiyong’s neck in response, refusing to break even the smallest bit of contact.

Who knows how long the two men stood, swaying slightly, locked in a tight embrace sharing shy looks at one another. Jiyong silently prayed that, just like their painting, the love he felt for Seunghyun would be timeless. Speaking of the painting, he looked over to the display again. The splashes of colour littering the canvas merged and mingled, however, they still stood out as their own individual self. As if holding back from their true intentions of becoming one with the other. Much like himself and Seunghyun, Jiyong mussed. Sighing, he closed his eyes.

Tonight, they were going to forget all their responsibilities.

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cigarretesandwine · 6 years

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-an excerpt from a fic i wrote

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touchmyhobi · 6 years

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professor kwon update!!

hey y'all,

[incoming...more excuses....i don't deserve y'all] so i know i said that i would be done the chapter by the end of the week, but i have exams this week and i've been so busy studying i haven't been able to finish/proof read the chapter yet. However, i am VERY close to being done, i just have to fill in some dialogue and then it's all ready for you!!! So please hang on a bit longer and I will finish it the second I have a break. I really appreciate all of you who have stuck around and supported me through this hiatus. I cannot wait to give you all another chapter💘😥

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loveandturmoil87 · 6 years

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The other man ~ Epilogue

A/N ~ Finally I finished it!!!! This is for @helvonasche, this is the fic that brought us together and made her send funny butt anon messages to me. You guys can thank her for this one.

Pairing ~ Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Rated ~ Smut/Fluff

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A mix of laughter and cheers echoed through the apartment, you made your way to the source, a smile firmly planted on your lips. You knew what they were cheering for, your beautiful daughter.

Seung ryong stood in the middle of the room trying her best at gwiyomi to impress her uncles that were sat around her. The same gummy smile that her father portrays was spread across her own face as she went through the motions. You stopped behind them to enjoy the sight undetected, smiling as your eyes landed on Jiyong standing off to the side watching like the proud father he had become.

You didn't think things could turn out the way they did after what happened, after what you did. But here you were, more apart of their lives then you had ever been before. It felt like a fairy tale, like it hadn't really happened.

Jiyong barely left you and Seung ryong after he ran into you at the coffee shop that day and a few months later, you moved in with him.

Jiyong's smile spread wider when he finally noticed you standing there, making your heart skip a beat, even after all this time. You could still remember the first time you saw him, the first time you laid eyes on the infamous Gdragon. You laughed to yourself, you had heard the stories of how intimidating he was but what you saw in front of you was anything but.

Where others saw a cold stare and a hard face, you saw a scared little boy pretending to be a man he wasn’t, in fear that people might not like the real him, or worse, use him.

Your friend was talking to the people around him, Jiyong himself, was leaning against the bar, wearing that cold face as he stared off into the distance, ignoring what was going on around him.

She waved you over, excitement evident in the bounce that took over her body. She was a fan and so were you but you were nowhere near her level, to her, they were a commodity. But to you, they were people with the same struggles as everybody else, if not worse. They didn’t get to enjoy the freedom you did, the joys and heartbreaks that came with life, the moments that made life beautiful. Instead they were shut away and told how to talk, how to act and who to be. Honestly, your heart wept for them and how hard it must be to wear a mask 24/7 and you often wondered how long it would take before they no longer knew who the real them was.

You smiled at her before chugging back your drink and heading over, you would need it to put up with your friends over exaggerations at meeting her bias. You could feel the buzz from the alcohol kicking in and you tried to remind yourself to behave, you always got mouthy when you drank. That was a lie, you were always mouthy but especially when drunk.

“This is my friend, _____” you heard your friend announcing with pride as you approached them.

Jiyong didn’t move a muscle other than his head, it turned in your direction, that blank stare still on his face as he looked you up and down before looking away again.

It kind of annoyed you, he was acting all mightier than thou, you could see through his facade but then again, it was what he was trained to do.

“Who are your new friends?” you asked as you looked around the group, Jiyong glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“You don’t know who he is?” one of the scantily dressed females that was stuck to his side asked. You kept your face blank and your eyes wide as you looked at him and then back to her. She scoffed, her cheap makeup ridden face souring as she asked in a horrendously high pitched voice “You don’t know Kwon Jiyong?”

“Nope” you replied with a smile and a small shake of your head.

“You seriously have never heard of Gdragon….. The leader of South Korea’s top boy band Bigbang?”

“I didn’t say that” your smile widened when you noticed her face scrunching even more than it already had, trying to figure out what you were saying.

“Yes you did” the one on the other side chimed in.

“No, she asked me if i knew Kwon Jiyong and I said no”

“But Kwon Jiyong is Gdragon you idiot”

“I know that”

“Ugh” the first girl screamed as she grabbed at her hair “you’re making my head hurt”

“That would be because you are a fucking airhead barbie doll who cannot comprehend the difference between Kwon Jiyong and Gdragon, between a real person and a manufactured piece of meat”

Jiyong’s eyes were on you, his face softening slightly, you had peaked his interest.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” the girl asked as she placed her hands on her hips, a poor attempt at intimidating you.

“Are you stupid or just selfish?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question”

“Why would you even ask that?”

“Because, your only focus was on what I called you, you didn’t even care for what I said about him”

“Fuck you bitch”

“Really? You want to fuck me?” you asked while over exaggerating a surprised reaction, your hands coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened. “But I’m not famous like him, I’m just a nobody”

“What the fuck is your problem?’

“My problem is little fucking skanks like you thinking that they’re amazing just because they hang out with famous people and occasional get fucked by them”

“You’re a bitch”

“I am but at least I’m not a loser that uses other people’s social statuses to boost my own”

“No I don’t”

“Then get your head out of his fucking ass and stop putting him up on a pedestal. He is a person, not a piece of meat, treat him as such”

“Ugh, this chick is a fucking buzz kill. Let’s get out of here”

Jiyong stuck his bottom lip out, the flesh on his chin crinkling as a result. He nodded, his eyes looking around before stopping on you, his lip curving up on one side as he asked “Wanna ditch these bitches?”

You ignored the girls tirades of abuse, a wicked smile growing on your lips as you replied “Sure thing, I just have to do one thing first..” you reached out and grabbed the glass from his hand before throwing its contents on the main girl you had had the argument.

She screeched, her arms coming out from her sides as she shook her hands and stomped her feet like a little kid.

Jiyong laughed hysterically, his fist coming up and covering his mouth as he pointed at her. You grabbed his hand and pulled him away, the two of you laughing like idiots as you broke out into a jog.

You slinked off into the kitchen, ready to make the lunch that they were all here for, well that and Seung ryong.

Since Jiyong was first to have a child, they all seemed to flock around her and you couldn't blame them, she was cute. She was the spitting image of Jiyong but she wore your eyes, which is what Jiyong said he loved the most about her.

You smiled to yourself, thinking of how lucky she was to have four uncles that cared for her as much they did while you gathered the ingredients.

“What's happening momma?” his voice startling you slightly but making you smile wider, it had become his pet name for you.

“Just getting the kids fed, daddy” you joked as you leant down to grab the herbs out of the fridge, a groan filled the room, you stood up and shot him a glare as a warning to behave.

You went back to the counter, to chop the ingredients and that's when he really started. He prowled around the bench before coming up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed his body against yours.

“I know what you're doing and you need to stop” you told but a smile was still spread on your face.

“But I can't help myself around you” he replied as his hands trailed down to your hips, you glanced to the door, you couldn't see the others from where you were standing.

“Jiyong, we have guests” you said breathlessly as his lips attached to your neck, forming an invisible line from your ear to you collar bone.

“Then they can take care of little dragon while daddy has some alone time with his momma”

Everything about him was intoxicating, you could never deny him but you tried your hardest every time.

“Ji, please” you begged as his hands dipped under your skirt, kneading at your ass.

His thumbs dipped between your thighs and spread you open, your core already throbbing from what little he had done but what you knew he could do. He kissed back up to your ear, his tongue darting out at your lobe and taking it in his mouth, he sensually sucked it before dropping it and whispering “Please, what?”

Your eyes darted back at the door, you bit your bottom lip as you looked back at him. His hands still kneading at your flesh, his thumbs working in time to open up your core before letting it close again.

“We have to be quick” you whispered with flushed cheeks.

That troublemaking grin you knew all too well formed on his lips as he said “That's my baby girl”

His hands were quick to remove your underwear, kneeling as he pulled them down to your ankles but he didn't get up. The flesh of his hands felt as though it burnt your skin as they moved up the backs of your thighs, his soft lips brushed at the backs of yours knees making them weak.

You kept your eyes on the door, biting at your lip when you felt his thumbs back at your core, opening you up again. He pushed his knees between your legs and forced them out, making you widen your stance.

“That's better” his breath lapped at the skin around your core as he spoke.

You gasped as soon as you felt his hot wet tongue between your legs, gently running down your core before returning to the top and mimicking the same action.

“Ji....” you murmured trying not to let the others hear the desperation in your voice.

“Hmmm” he hummed into your core, sending shivers shooting right through your body.

“As much.... as I enjoy.... this..... we don't have.... time” you told between suppressed moans.

“Fine” he groaned, you could tell he was pouting just by his tone.

You smiled to yourself as you placed your hands firmly on the bench and stuck your ass out.

“Is my baby girl hungry?” Jiyong asked as he stood, his tone the complete opposite from just a few seconds ago.

You bit your lip as you looked back at him, his hands ran up your cheeks, pushing the material of your skirt up. Mimicking your actions, he bit his lips as he stared at you, a twinkle in his eye as he undid his pants and lowered them just enough to free himself.

Your teeth sunk harder into your lip and your head rolled back as he pushed into you, you still weren’t used to how he felt, even after all this time. You gave him a nod, letting him know you were ready. He responded immediately, rolling his hips as slowly as he could bare, it drove you crazy. He loved to tease you, to provoke you to best of his abilities, to what his own body would allow him.

Looking back and giving him a wicked grin, you shifted your hands to the edge of the bench and pushed back on him. You could see his top lip quiver, a result from holding in his groans. You often pushed one another, turning it into a game and right now, you seemed to be winning. You continued, matching his pace and then speeding up slightly, forcing his own hips to match yours if he wanted to do it right.

“You’re not playing nice, baby girl” he strained through gritted teeth as you speed up again, purposefully clenching around him, milking him with your movements.

“Neither are you, daddy” you grinned before turning to check the door.

He chuckled from behind you as he gave you an extra hard thrust and almost making you gasp out loud, he was playing dirty, two could play at that. You loosened your grip on the counter and dropped one of your hands to open the cupboard, you smiled to yourself as you lifted your foot and placed it on the highest shelf.

You placed your hand back and used both it and your foot to give you leverage as you pushed back on him, hard. His fingers dug into your ass as soon as you did it, you looked back to see him biting his lip and his nostrils flared.

His eyes darted back up to you, his head shaking as you pounded yourself on him. Your plan was working but backfiring at the same time, your actions causing you to melt, your body shaking slightly.

“Fuck baby….. You take it so good for daddy” he groaned.

The sight of him fucking you was pushing you to your edge. You reached back, your hand snaking around his neck for support but also to get him to fuck you harder.

“Daddy, please?” you begged, looking him directly in the eye.

He chuckled, that gummy smile popping up on his face as he asked “Please, what?”

“I want to come, please?”

Your begging worked, it always did. He moved his hands to the front of your hips before he unleashed hell on you, his hips moving faster than ever before. You could hear the sound of him fucking you echoing through the room but you didn’t care, not when you were so close.

You let out a whimper at your high rushing towards you, getting closer with every thrust he made.

“Come” he commanded and you did as you were told. Lifting your hand up, you bit down on its flesh, using it as a gag as you came all over him, every inch of you quivering with it.

You could feel the rhythm of his hips begin to lose it’s timing, his hands grasping at you, forcefully digging into your lower abdomen as he came inside you.

“Baby, be careful” you said in a panic as you quickly moved his hands to your hips.

“What’s wrong momma?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he stopped his hips and pulled out of you.

You turned around to face him as you said “I was going to wait until everyone was gone to tell you”

“Tell me what?” he asked as he looked up at you from zipping himself up.

“I’m pregnant, we’re pregnant” you said before biting your lip, anticipating his reaction.

“Really?” he asked wide eyed.

“Mmhmm” you hummed with a smile.

“Yaaahhhhh, I can’t believe it” he yelled before rushing out to the lounge.

“What, what’s going on?” you heard Seung hyun ask as you walked to the doorway to watch him.

He picked up his daughter and span her around as he said “Guess what Seung ryong? We're having another little dragon”

You laughed at his ridiculous behaviour, it was everything you’d hoped for and more.

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