#jiyong x reader

[steponupbabe]

jiyong and his puffy cheeks i’m gonna bite him

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

hiii :D

think of it ... actress reader and idol jiyong who broke up due to personal reasons but he still loves her so jiyong pulls a taeyang to get her back :') lolol that was just a random idea bcs eyes nose lips has been stuck in my mind !!

❤️Saranghae❤️

Pairing: Kwon Ji-Yong (G-Dragon) x Actress!Female Reader (Exes → Lovers) Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol x Actress AU, Second Chance, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Emotional themes, mention of media pressure Word Count: ~2,000

Summary: You and Ji-Yong ended things quietly, hearts bruised by the weight of careers and timing. Months later, your name never left his lips—or his lyrics. One day, he releases a surprise single with no warning. The world hears it. But it’s only meant for you.

“Back to You”

by G-Dragon (Unreleased track debuted live, 11:58 PM KST)

You told yourself not to listen.

The notifications had been flooding in for hours—tweets, DMs, news alerts.

KWON JI-YONG DROPS SURPRISE SONG. NO PROMOTION. NO WARNING. JUST EMOTION.

You knew what that meant.

You weren’t just the inspiration.

You were the target.

The breakup had been clean, at least on the outside. Two professionals parting ways. "Due to personal reasons," your agency said. "Mutual respect and support," his company added.

Behind closed doors? It had been anything but calm.

You’d cried on his couch with your makeup smudged and his sweatshirt drowning you. Told him you were exhausted—by the press, by the constant hiding, by how small you felt beside his ever-burning spotlight.

He didn’t fight you on it.

He should have.

Months passed. You filmed two dramas. He toured Japan. You told yourself you were okay. That you’d done the right thing.

And then the song came.

You heard the melody first—slow, stripped back. His voice, raw and unfiltered, like a studio mic had caught him in the middle of breaking.

It wasn’t just a love song.

It was a confession.

Your name wasn’t in the title. But it was everywhere else.

In the verse where he mentioned your chipped nail polish from that night in Jeju.

In the line about your scarf he still kept in the backseat of his car.

In the chorus that repeated your favorite line from your drama debut.

No one else would know.

But you knew.

Your phone rang before the song ended.

Ji-Yong.

Of course, he still had your number memorized. Of course, you still had his contact saved—even if it was buried under "Don't."

You answered.

Neither of you spoke for ten seconds.

Then his voice—quiet, hoarse.

“I didn’t write it to chart.”

You laughed, breathless. “You wrote it to ambush me.”

A pause. “I wrote it because I’m still yours.”

Another pause. Then softer:

“Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

You closed your eyes.

Everything you’d buried came rushing back—his hoodie, his playlists, his stupid little nicknames for your cat.

“Ji,” you whispered, “do you still have the scarf?”

“I sleep with it when I miss you.”

“Which is...?”

“Every night.”

Your throat closed.

“Then,” you said, voice shaking, “maybe it’s time to bring it back to me.”

And just like that—

He exhaled, shaky and almost laughing.

“Tell me when and where,” he said, “and I’ll run.”

SONG LYRICS: “Back to You” by G-Dragon

(Written and composed by Kwon Ji-Yong)

[Verse 1] You left your scarf in the backseat, Still smells like spring and salt air. Tried to toss it once, but I couldn’t— Too many yous still hiding there.

You said you felt small in my shadow, But you were the sun in my sky. Now I’m just cold and I’m hollow, Writing your name in the night.

[Pre-Chorus] They say time moves on But my clock's still stuck on you. Every second, every song— You’re the part I can’t undo.

[Chorus] So I sing, sing to the stars Hope you hear this heart I drew. Tried to let you go, but girl— I always bend back to you. Like waves to the shore, Like the moon does too. Doesn’t matter where I run— I bend back to you.

[Verse 2] Your chipped nails, your drama lines, You laughed when I memorized. Didn’t say much, but your silence Always said you were mine.

Still drink that tea you hated, Still hum that lullaby tune. Still lie like I’m okay, But I only breathe in your room.

[Pre-Chorus] They say I should heal, But my wounds just spell your name. If moving on is real, Why does it all still feel the same?

[Chorus] So I sing, sing to the stars Hope you feel this love cut through. I lost my way, but babe— I always bend back to you. Like ink to a page, Like songs do too. Even silence sings your name— I bend back to you.

[Bridge] If you want me, say the word— I’ll run through every storm. If you’re cold, I’ll bring the hoodie You left here last fall, still warm.

I’m not perfect, I’m not whole, But I’m still yours, if you’ll hold— Me again.

[Final Chorus] So I sing, sing to the stars Let this melody undo All the space between our scars— I bend back to you. Like light through the blinds, Like dreams do too. Girl, no matter where I’m thrown— I bend back to you. Always you. Only you.

[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. 

[dollzites]

— far from the right time

( bf!jiyong x reader ) cw ; angst, grief, pain, foul language, violence, unsure thoughts and feelings

ꨄ︎ myeong’s note: hi guys! good to be back & I promise I’m getting to requests but I thought I could stop that for that a few and surprise everyone with something new and fresh! hope you can enjoy x

your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in anticipation of.. the words of the man who stood in front of you—calm, collected, and still. what the hell? how could he be so calm in a situation like this? when you were completely falling apart for him to witness.

past tense jiyong was the perfect boyfriend. he had been your first crush, love, and boyfriend. the world seemed like the best place with him by your side as if nothing could ever go wrong. jiyong was a kind and gentle man that never meant harm and he was there to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. was this real? it felt real. it was real. for just a few years until.. things started to slowly crumble around you. this perfect world that had been created was slowly crumbling and when you lunged forward to grasp it with all of your might—you weren’t able to do so. watching as the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years with jiyong slowly turned into nostalgic memories.

jiyong became distant and at first it was brushed off but when it started happening frequently to the point of rarely hearing from him.. something was wrong. a quick text would be ignored or he would send such a short reply back just letting you know he was still alive basically and calls weren’t answered. if they were? short and to the point nothing more but nothing less. what was happening? was he.. cheating? no way he would do such a thing, not jiyong. when your poor heart grew tired of this nonsense you packed a few of your belongings that were at his home and stayed with your best friend for a while. he wouldn’t reach out to you nor your friend to see where you disappeared too.

“why would you let this happen?”

how could your only best friend make it seem like your fault? what did you ever do to deserve such treatment? after a few bitter words said to each other you went to the spare room slamming the door shut. back hitting the wall and sliding down while letting out a few sobs that had been desperate to escape. how did your perfect world crumble this way and why did it happen?

jiyong had finally agreed to meet with you at the park that he always brought you too on dates. maybe being there—such a special and intimate place would help the both of you out. wrong. you stared at him in disbelief unable to comprehend what he was saying to you. he wore his usual outfits that made him pop out in the crowd, blue? minty? whatever color hair that was.. made him look even more handsome. how was that possible? his eyes never met yours and he picked at the chipping paint on his nails. you didn’t dare to step any closer to him not at such a time like this.

“I’m not in love with you anymore.”

that sentence made you feel faint. why did it sound so cruel? so dramatic? after he promised to be with you for the rest of your life. the promise ring on your finger felt more taboo than anything at this point and once you reached for it he made eye contact with you, seeing the hurt, the pain, the.. complete loss of life you once had in you. the ring hit the ground with a very faint thud and you finally looked up at him. his eyes weren’t anything like yours filled with tears. he had a blank unreadable expression and it took everything in you not to lunge at him and fight. fight the broken heart you were filling in this moment.

“this is unfair!” the park was empty. most kept to themselves anyway so who would butt into the apparent fight that was happening. your hands pushed his chest as hard as you could and he allowed you to do so. he didn’t say a word and kept his head low.

“how could you do such a thing to me! after everything I’ve done for you and—and I’ve done for your family you turn around and fuck me over?! you told me lie after lie! it’s so unfair jiyong so unfair..”

screaming, pushing, and even punching his chest wasn’t doing anything to him. he wouldn’t say a word to you and it broke your heart even more. how could you love a man so much and not even know he was falling out of love with you? how could this happen! how could.. you let this happen? the words of your best friend stung worse than a bee.

“fuck you kwon jiyong.”

is all you could say to him before you watched him slowly back away from you and the spot he was standing in. how could he leave you in such a terrible situation? falling to your knees—you gripped a handful of grass and pulled it from the ground throwing it towards the spot he once stood in. what you didn’t know is that was the last time you’d ever see him again.

[blackeyen2kisses]

hii !! I just wanted to say your seunghyun/top post was so cute :’) i love it sm !!

I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing something similar for jiyong? Maybe something based off that one interview where he says he acts more “childish” in a relationship as opposed to the “cool type” people assume he’d be!

If not, no worries !! I still love your writing regardless and am excited to see more ^^

soft bf!jiyong (headcannons)

summary: the reality of a relationship bf!jiyong.

an: hello! thank you for your kind words, they mean the world to me :,) i hope i did your request justice. enjoy!

bf!jiyong who: despite his image of the, “hard to get, playboy” is the complete opposite with you.

bf!jiyong who: before you started dating, wanted desperately to have all of your attention, every single ounce. he would always act silly and make jokes in order to get you to laugh. (which did not slip past the rest of bigbang.) it made his stomach do flips to be the cause of your smiles.

bf!jiyong who: could never bring himself to tell you he liked you, he was terrified of ruining your friendship. he couldn’t bring himself to risk it. so you could imagine how surprised he was when he came to see you backstage after he performed,(which was nothing out of the ordinary) and was met with you shyly handing him a handwritten letter. decorated with swooping letters, white lace, and, glitter hearts, declaring your love for him. he tried to be the picture of nonchalance as he rubbed the back of his neck as he admitted he had liked you for some time too. but, he was really doing jumping jacks in his head.

bf!jiyong who: is the most loyal person you’ve ever met who will defend you with his last breath. (you two were getting out of jiyongs drivers car. heading to a small cafe for a date. the paparazzi were surrounding the two of you as you tried to push through. a hand on the small of your back made your head shoot up, looking at your boyfriend, who carried a slightly annoyed look on his face. you were almost at the entrance when a voice called through the crowd, “hey lady! move out the way, i cant get a good shot!” you turned to see one of the paparazzi shooting you a glare. before you could respond, jiyong left your side and walked between you and the aging man. “hey! dont talk to her like that!” he barked as he smacked the camera away from his face. shooting the guy one last death glare, he raced back to you, intertwining your hands and pulling you inside.)

bf!jiyong who: when you guys go to places where you have to take your shoes off before you enter, kneels down infront of you and carefully unlaces your shoes and pulls them off, and when you leave slips them back on and laces them back up.

bf!jiyong who: insists on paying for everything the bill when you guys go out to eat, the rent for your shared apartment, for groceries, for the cable bill. no matter how much you insist you want to help, he declines every time. he likes to spoil you.

bf!jiyong who: learned how to braid hair—via youtube video, because he knew you hated when your hair was in your face.

bf!jiyong who: makes homemade gifts for you. such as, origami roses, oragami swans, origami hearts that, when unfolded have messages on the inside. he likes to do origami when he’s feeling overwhelmed. he finds it relaxing.

bf!jiyong who: has a love language of acts of service.

bf!jiyong who: loves to take care of you. wiping food from the corner of your mouth while you eat, doing your skincare after a night out, and you’re too tired to do so yourself, cooking you your favorite meals, massaging your neck after you slept wrong the night before.

bf!jiyong who: when he gets anxiety clutches your hand and draws circles on your palm.

bf!jiyong who: wears a silver bracelet engraved with your name on it and wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is to shower.

bf!jiyong who: gave you one of his favorite rings. which, you wear on a chain around your neck at all times.

bf!jiyong who: has a photobook filled with Polaroids you take of each other, and, together. he likes to have physical photos of the two of you.

[angel-writes-here]

Pinky Promise

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: A date gone wrong, a best friend who harbors secret feelings, and a girl who's oblivious to it. Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v (Plz be safe!), a little angst, fluff. Attempted sexual assault, not heavily detailed but enough to trigger. Please read at your own discretion. A/N: Thank you for the requests, I promise I'm getting to them, it's just taking time. I appreciate every single of one of you! Please comment if you'd like to be added to my tag list!

“So,” you sing as you walk into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to Jiyong.

“So,”  he asks not looking up from his phone.

“I have a date tonight,” you squeal quietly and his eyes lock on you.

“A date? With who?”

“Remember that guy from the coffee shop I told you about a few weeks ago, Jungin?”

“Yeah,” his brow is quirked.

“Well, he asked me out on a date and I said yes!”

“Oh, congratulations.” Jiyong puts on the best plastic smile he can.

“Will you help me pick out an outfit?” He nods his head.

“Sure.”

“Great, let’s go shopping!”

-

At the mall Jiyong watches carefully, with obvious security around as you start picking out pieces and holding them up, Jiyong shaking his head yes or no to the options.

“How about this,” he holds up a black sleeveless top and a pair of jeans.

“Cute, and we could add a gold necklace!” you say as you spot one near the counter. Jiyong’s heart softly aches in his chest, he’s loved you for a long time, but he also knows what the fame does to people’s significant others. It can change them for the worse and Jiyong didn’t want that to happen to you. He cherished your naturally bubbly self.

“Go try it on!” He smiles as he walks with you to the changing area. You pop out with a smile on your face.

“It’s perfect!” you squeal coming out. Jiyong’s heart races in his chest.

“You look beautiful,” he smiles.

He finds a leopard print clutch for you to complete the outfit, along with some cute wedged heels.

You get up to the counter, ready to place your card to the machine when Jiyong beats you to it.

“Ji, no I just wanted your advice, not your money.”

“My treat, you shouldn’t be paying for this, as a matter of fact take my card tonight, in case he tries to stick you with a portion of the bill.” You roll your eyes.

“Thank you, and no I have money for that, I’m not worried about it.” The lady hands you the bags and you walk out.

“You may, but it’s a date, and if he’s not man enough to pay for your meal, then I am. Take it.” His resolve is strong and you realize if you don’t just take the card, he’ll find a way to sneak it in your wallet and, as he’s done in times past, take your cash out holding it hostage till you come home.

-

“Tada!” You smile as you walk out, turning in a small circle for Jiyong to show off the outfit.

“You look great, y/n,” he smiles. He walks up to you taking your hands in his. The moment is charged, but you’re not exactly sure with what as you peer into each other's eyes, silently.

“I um, here,” he says breaking the tension as he pulls out his wallet. You sigh but except the card.

“Fine, but,”

“No buts, I’ll be here waiting for you so I can hear all about it. And I’ll have my phone,” a knock on the door interrupts him.

“Send me your location just in case you need me, ok?”

“I’ll be fine, but ok.” You roll your eyes playfully. Jiyong was like this about every date you went on. Always so protective. It makes your heart happy that he cares so much.

-

Dinner goes well, the guy really seems interested in you, asking about your hobbies, friends and family.

“Wait, the G-Dragon is your friend? That’s so cool!” he smiles and you nod hoping it doesn’t turn into a whole thing.

“Yeah, he’s really sweet. A great friend.”

“That all he is?” Your date quirks a brow while he takes a swig of his drink.

“Well, yeah, I mean, he’s my best friend really. We’re constantly together when he’s home. Always buying me stuff, I swear the man dotes over me,” you giggle but your date doesn’t seem impressed.

“Hmm,” he nods his head, lips pursed.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just when a guy is close with a girl, especially the way you’ve described him it’s usually not without a small crush.”  The waiter brings your food over and you both smile at him.

“What? No, Ji’s just a good guy. Wants to be sure I’m taken care of.” Your date nods and for a brief moment there’s a bit of awkward tension until he breaks it.

“After dinner, we should go get ice cream,” he suggests and you grin nodding your head.

-

After you two grab ice cream, he drives you to the park where the two of you can sit and talk. The radio is on, and when you get parked you send Jiyong a message letting him know you’ll be late and where you’re at.

As you finish your ice cream you notice he’s moved closer to you. The front seat has no middle console so it’s easy to maneuver. He leans in to connect your lips and you reciprocate.

His hands begin to roam and you tense up.

“I don’t do that sort of thing on a first date,” you try to lightly push him away but he’s got you pinned against the door.

“Come on, I spent all that money on you, the least you can do is give me a little,” he smirks before forcing another kiss onto you. Your heart thrums in your ears as your realize what he’s doing.

“Get off me,” you try to push him, but he’s too strong and pushes back. You’re barely able to get your phone out of your pocket and text Jiyong a single word.

Help

Jiyong’s phone buzzes and he see’s the singular word, his heart rate increasing rapidly. He jumps up, grabbing his car keys and speeds out the door.

Jungin’s hands are now on your jeans, trying to unbutton them as you struggle.

“If you’d give in, you’d enjoy it!” he says through gritted teeth.

“Get the fuck off me!” your strength is no match for his. He’s determined to get what he wants.

He gets your jeans undone, and just as he’s about to shove his hand down your pants, the car door opens and he’s snatched out.

Jiyong.

He pulls Jungin to the ground, landing a few punches to the guys face before your crawling out, tears now escaping as the terror is over.

“Ji let’s just go,” you try to pull him off and he looks up at you, noticing your fragile state. Something in him snaps, he lands one final blow, knocking the guy out cold before taking your hand and leading you to his car.

The car ride is silent, but Jiyong holds your trembling hand the whole way home.

“Thank you,” is all you can muster. He squeezes your hand in response. You walk into your apartment and Jiyong shuts the door behind you.

As if the floodgates open, you feel your body tremble as you process the events. Tears stream down your face, and you feel him come in behind you, hesitantly putting his arms around you.

“I can leave if you want to be alone,” he mumbles in your ear.

“No!” you almost shout as you turn around in his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

“Please don’t leave me,” you sob.

“Ok, ok, I’m here.” His arms wrap around you protectively.

“I’m not going anywhere."

His heart aches for you.

The rest of the night you’re glued to his side, Jiyong being the only place you feel safe.

“Would you stay the night, I don’t know if he’ll try to find me, and if it wasn’t for you I would’ve been,” you shutter at the thought and he just hugs you to his side, kissing the top of your head.

“There’s no where else I’d rather be.”

-

The two of you are laying in bed, finally calming down from the events earlier in the evening. Your head is on Jiyong’s chest and he’s playing with your fingers. The air between you is calm and easy.

You peer up at him, marveling at facial structure when he peers down at you.

“What?” he asks suddenly feeling a tinge of shyness.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you in my life.” You smile as you hug his waist, Jiyong’s heart swelling and yet, breaking all at once.

-

A month goes by since that night, and Jiyong decides he can’t wait anymore. The media be damned, the fans, true fans, will be happy for him, and he knew he’d do whatever it took to protect you.

He’s over at your apartment, the two of you having one of your regularly scheduled movie nights when Jiyong’s arm drapes over your shoulder. You lean into him, head on his chest and you hear his heart beat erratically.

“Everything ok?” you ask without taking your eyes off the tv.”

“Yeah,” he breathes but decides it's time, “Actually no,” you look up at him, those sweet eyes of yours that he can’t resist.

“What’s the matter?”

“I need to be honest with you, because if I’m not then I won’t forgive myself. But I need you to promise me something,” he begins and you give him your undivided attention with a single nod. You sit cross legged, your knees touching each other.

“Promise we’ll always be friends.”

You hold out your pinky, Jiyong playfully rolling his eyes, the tension temporarily subsiding.

“Kwon Jiyong I have never broken a pinky swear. So,” you say defiantly as you shake your pinky at him.

Jiyong links his pinky with yours and before you can pull away, he takes the opportunity to gently pull you forward, his lips crashing into yours. Your eyebrows raise as your eyes widen for a brief moment.

His lips are smooth, he tastes of mint and a hint of a cigarette, the taste intoxicating as your pinkies stay interlocked between you.

He pulls back, slowly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I just didn’t know how to tell you, I get it, you don’t feel the same way, I’m so-,” you cut him off by leaning back in, lips connecting for a deep kiss. He makes a simple noise of surprise, but he kisses you back.

The movie is long forgotten as he pulls you into his lap. You caress his face as your tongues glide against one another, exploring each other’s mouths. Soft moans are swallowed up between you.

His hands go to your thighs, rubbing them up and down. You test the waters by grinding down on him, but he immediately stops your hips.

“Don’t do that,” he breathes out, head spinning.

“You don’t want me,” you begin to ask but he stops you.

“’s not that,” he chuckles to himself.

“I do, but, I don’t want you to do something because you think I want it. I want you to want it too,” he explains and the care and devotion of this moment sends a thrill of excitement through you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” you whisper and you feel his cock start to become hard beneath you.

“Y/n,” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“Ji, I never thought you liked me that way, so I brushed it off, but I want you. All of you,” you lean in whispering in his ear, “inside me, filling me up and making me forget everything but your name.” He moans at your words as you kiss just below his ear. Your teeth nip and graze his sweet, soft skin.

“I want you to ruin me,” you mumble against him and you feel his cock growing harder by the second.

“Make me cum so hard I’m seeing stars,” you kiss his jawline on the way back to his lips.

He puts his hands underneath you to stand up, walking you to your bedroom.

“Careful what you wish for baby.”

He removes your top, mouth attaching to your hardened nipple flicking it with his wet tongue. Your head tilts back as you sit in his lap, your fingers curling into his hair. He switches sides, giving the other the same attention, the pulse between your legs now prominent.

“Ji, I need you,” you whine as your hips grind down on him.

Your arousal is dripping, causing a wet spot in your panties. You move your self off him so he can remove his clothes.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you see his cock spring out, the tip leaking. You moan in response before you can help it, your cheeks heating up when he smirks.

He pulls you back to him, your own bottoms and panties being discarded.

You hover over him, cock brushing your wet folds, you whimper as it brushes your clit.

“I want you to make a mess all over my cock,” he mumbles in your ear as he guides your hips down. Your eyes flutter closed as your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him inside you. Your head drops to his shoulder as you get used to the stretched feeling.

“You ok, baby?” You can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“Mhm,” is all you can whimper out as you shift your hips, causing both of you to groan.

You start to bounce up and down slowly, the tip of his cock reaching the spot that causes pleasure to course through your body, Jiyong’s grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising.

Your head tilts back as you feel his mouth come up and attach to your neck.

“God you’re taking my cock so well, such a good girl for me,” he whispers into your ear, causing your walls to clench around him. He chokes out a moan at the feeling.

“Me praising you gets you off, huh? You like being my good girl, hmm? Keep riding me, you can do it,” he encourages as once again your walls clamp down, but this time you whine out as the coil in your stomach starts to form.

“God you’re beautiful," he says as he forces your head down to capture your lips, his hips bucking up to yours now. You gasp as you hold him close, eyes screwed shut as you feel it.

Your orgasm is on its brink.

“Come on, be a good girl and make a mess, cum for me,” he huffs out. Heat engulfs your body as your bodies collide harder, your cunt tightening around his cock.

You whine as you feel your muscles lock, your orgasm taking control of your body, pleasure consuming you head to toe.

Jiyong continues pounding into you, hips never slowing down until his own orgasm hits, hips sputtering as your walls clench around him still.

“Oh fuck,” his head tilts back with his face scrunched as his own orgasm wrecks him.

You ride it out, letting him fill you up with every last drop. He huffs, catching his breath and you stare down at him, a fucked out look in your eyes as you bring your lips to his.

Your bodies are covered in a layer of sweat and for a moment the two of you stay connected. Immersing yourselves in one another before, with Jiyong’s help, you slowly raise up off him and fall beside him.

“I told you I never break a pinky promise,” you joke and he smiles kissing your forehead.

“So, we’re still good?”

“Better than good.” You smile at him.

“No more dating other guys?”

“Not as long as you take me on dates from now on.” You smirk.

“With pleasure,” he giggles as he gives you a chaste kiss on the lips.

“You want to hop in the shower with me?” He asks and you nod with a wide grin gracing your face.

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[makeitworse]

DANG, IS SHE THAT GOOD?

talking ji-yong through topping you.

nsfw. minors dni. c/w: fem!reader / sub!ji-yong. glimpses of domestic life. age gap. praise. unprotected sex. soft smut. a/n: typed w one hand tbh

ji-yong always found himself under you during sex. that’s just how he liked it best.

he’s a busy man, and he’s not young anymore either. after a long day at work, he just wants to kick his feet up and let you take care of him. and that’s fine by you! you’ve got youthful energy to spend, and there’s not many sights as precious as the king of kpop himself sprawled out beneath you, completely at your mercy.

he finally has the rare chance of some free time with you— a breather amongst his packed schedule during his comeback. actually managing to get him out of bed on his days off was a rarity. but today he’s eager to take you out, dedicate a day to you; make-up for how work’s been demanding most of his focus. you shake your head when he pulls out his black card, but he’s not taking no for an answer.

later that day you found yourselves tangled on the couch in a hot flurry of kisses. he couldn’t keep his hands to himself while you were out; you had to tell him off for being so touchy in public, cameras could be anywhere.

pinning you down was the first thing on his mind once you were back home. your hands are lost in his hair, his are snaked under your top. his knee’s hiked up and digging into your core, and he mumbles a cuss as you rock yourself on his leg. you figure, since you’re already here, you may as well ask:

“ji, baby. would you be on top?”

he’s taken aback. for a beat, he hums and tosses the idea over. it’s certainly been a while since he’s had the energy to take the reins of your intimacy. the imagery of you beneath him gets ji-yong hot— sending a pulse straight to his dick. then, he kisses you with such force that your head cranes back. he’s hungry and his tongue’s on yours and he’s grinding down into your core with a newfound vigour.

you’re fully committed: you’re biting your lip, arching your back. you even encourage him with soft mewls as he sucks at your neck. he’s already panting at the sight of you. you slide a hand between your bodies to palm at him, finding his trousers damp with his arousal. ji-yong trembles over with a moan. on instinct, he’s keeling over for you to take control.

your mouth’s hot on his ear as whine how bad you need him. with that, he practically rips off your bottoms, and is too impatient to tug his own all the way off as they bunch at his knees. your hand is atop his as he guides himself in, his face scrunching as he fills you to the hilt. he stays there for a beat— dick twitching inside of you. you hum:

“fuck me, hun.”

and he obeys. ji-yong sets a gruelling pace, snapping his hips in and out of you like crazy. you egg him on by letting moans slip from your mouth, and he has to bite his lip to muffle his own. you guide his hands all over your body: fondling your breast, squeezing your neck, even tilting your own hips up so each of his thrusts hit the sweet spot.

even though he’s on top, you’re directing ji-yong through his actions: “kiss my neck there again.” “go faster, i can take it.” “put my leg up, honey.” and of course, you reward him with compliments when he follows: “that felt really good, ji.” “you’re doing so well for me baby.” he was hanging on to your every word. the noises spilling from him were diabolical— he sounded like a pornstar.

a little greedy, you tease him with a few pulses of your core. ji-yong’s thrusts turn shallow before he pauses, dick spasming inside of you. as little whines left his mouth. your hands find his pelvis, coaxing him to move, but his body falls onto yours and pins you against the couch.

he shudders, “w-wait, please..”, you can feel his muscles flexing on your bare stomach. he’s begging you to not make him cum. he has to screw his eyes shut and focus, else your naked body’s going to teeter him off the edge. he does a quick snap of his hips— but has to immediately pull out and suck in a breath between his teeth. you soothe him, caressing his sides and pressing reassuring kisses to his nape. he frowns at himself. he’s not usually so quick..

“i want it, ji. c’mon,” he huffs out a sheepish laugh. “if you couldn’t tell..” his dick twitches on time. something cruel stirs in you; you snatch his hips and pull him to thrust back into you. his hands fumble in an attempt to restrain you, and he’s out of breaths to say it with words. you’re undeterred, leading him in and out for your own pleasure, and ji-yong can’t help but take it as you grind onto him. his head’s buried into your shoulder, your ear soaking up all of his cries.

“if you keep, ah,.. i can’t—” “go on, hun.” ji-yong tried to move his own hips between your control. he’s a whimpering mess as he cums, laying lifeless on-top of you as warm ropes shoot inside of you. you hum, pleased with him, drawing lines over his back muscles.

“ah, i don’t have the back for this.” that made you chuckle. “you made me feel so good, baby.” he groans, disagreeing about his performance. “no, i’m sorry. you didn’t cum,” he pressed his sweaty forehead into your neck. “sorry, just give me a minute and i’ll, yeah..” his voice was hoarse, still breathless from his orgasm. but he snakes a shaky palm to your cunt and fidgets for your clit. you giggle, moving his hand off of you with a reassuring peck. he had no idea you were about to roll over and ride him till you came.

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[jjiyongie]

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April 29th 2025

[gds-daisy]

top of the world

summary: the one where jiyong comes home after a long day and you help him decompress.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!jiyong, cowgirl position, p in v sex, penetration, pet names, teasing, reader being sexy as hell, fluff at the end, etc.

To say it had been a long day for Jiyong would have been the understatement of the century. He had been filming a new music video at the studio all day. Things hadn't gone as smoothly as he wanted, and it stressed him out immeasurably. He hated when bumps in the road occurred when it came to his creative process. Despite this, there was one thought that kept him going throughout the long workday. Coming home to you.

You were cooking dinner for the two of you to enjoy when you suddenly heard an engine running just outside of your guys’ apartment. You got excited at the thought of him returning home and wrapping your arms around Jiyong. You took the dinner out of the saucepan and placed it on two plates— one for you and one for him. Suddenly, you hear the door open and there he was. He looked so tired to the point where he could’ve been mistaken for a zombie or even a ghost. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was disheveled as well, yet he still looked good.

“Hey baby,” you said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hey,” he said to you with a tired tone in his voice.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him out of concern.

“Nothing, just a long day at the studio,” he says flatly.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say sympathetically.

“Don’t be, jagiya. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle," Jiyong says.

“You’re a stronger person than I am,” you say with a chuckle. He lets out a weak chuckle at your comment and sits at the table, drained of any energy he may have had.

You decide to break the silence between the two of you and try to make small talk since that was all he was in the mood for right now. “I made us some dinner. It’s your favorite!” you exclaim in a chipper voice.

“Aein, you shouldn’t have,” he says with a calm voice.

“I wanted to,” you say with a smile before kissing him on the lips. You noticed the expression on his face and it was a rather sad one. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that you worked so hard on dinner, but I’m too tired and stressed to enjoy or even eat it,” he says with defeat in his voice.

“I thought you were just tired,” you question.

“I just didn’t want you to worry about me,” he admits.

“Baby, I’ll always worry about you whether I want to or not,” you say.

“I appreciate it, aein,” he says tiredly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you offer.

He lets a sigh escape his lips before responding. “It’s just a lot of pressure, y’know? I mean what if people don't like my music anymore? What if they've moved on from me?” he confesses.

“You expect too much of yourself, baby. You’re an amazing singer and I’m so proud of you and how far you've come,” you say out of pure love.

“I love you so much,” he says to you.

“I love you too. More than you know,” you say with a big smile on your face.

He didn’t know if it was just the atmosphere in the room or because of the long day he had, but he kisses you out of nowhere with a hint of passion, leaving you surprised.

“I missed you so much,” he says in a soft but tired voice.

“I missed you too,” you let out.

He stands up and pulls your legs around his hips, causing you to let out a giddy laugh. “I think I can help you with some of that stress,” you whisper into his ear.

“Oh yeah?” he challenges.

“Yeah,” you replied with a hint of lust on your face.

He takes your hint and the two of you make your way towards the bedroom. He lays you down on the mattress before he climbs on top of you. You decide to take charge and you manage to get on top of him.

“Let me take care of you Ji,” you say seductively before kissing away at his neck. He lets out the tiniest whimper and you find yourself amused. He was so needy for you and only you. “Do you want this, sweetie?” you ask in an attempt to make sure he wasn’t vulnerable enough before you did anything.

“Fuck yeah,” he lets out, which causes you to smile.

“I’m gonna treat you so well,” you say. You continue to kiss his neck before lifting his shirt up, revealing his figure. “You like this, don’t you?” you ask even though you already know the answer.

“Y-Yes,” he whimpers.

“What do you want?” you coo, now sucking away at his neck once more.

“I-I want you to ride me,” he lets out, being more embarrassed than ever.

“That’s a good boy,” you whisper.

He says nothing more as you pull his tunics off him and discard them on the floor. “What’s this?” you say with a raised eyebrow as you palm his hard on through his trousers. “Fuck…” he lets out as a breathy sigh.

“Want me to take these off?” you say with a smirk.

“Y-yes,” he replies, more desperate than ever.

You let out a chuckle at his response and you proceed to unzip his pants. You glide your hands down his legs to slide his pants off him which you successfully do.

“I can’t wait to put your beautiful cock inside me until it splits me open and raw,” you say, knowing it would turn him on and make him even needier for your cunt. Here he is now, only in his tight boxers. It was truly suffocating for him. You finally give him some mercy now by stripping him of his boxers and he couldn’t be more relieved. “This isn’t fair…you’re still wearing all of your clothes,” he complains.

“Demanding, are we?” you ask rhetorically. He nods his head once more and you can feel your pride grow.

“All you had to do was ask,” you say before slipping your long, flowy dress off your body, leaving you only in your bra and matching panties, rendering Jiyong speechless. “You wanna be a good boy and help me out here?” you ask.

“Y-Yes,” he answers. He reaches for the clasp on your bra and unhooks it, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. He tries to take your panties off, but he’s stopped by your hand. “Not so fast…don’t you want to feel how wet you make me?” you ask breathily.

“God, yes,” he lets out. You grab his wrist before making his hand trail downwards until he hits the damp part of your panties. “Oh fuck..." he groans.

“All for you,” you respond. You slip your panties off your wet pussy and teasingly throw them across the room.

“I need to be inside you already…please,” he begs of you. “Patience, sweetie,” you let out.

You reposition the two of you so that you can sit on top of him accordingly. You wanted this just as much as he did, so who were you to deny him of such pleasure? You waste no more time before sinking yourself on his erection, now feeling him inside you, which caused you to let out an unexpected moan. He lays his hands on both sides of your hip bones to give you support. You instinctively start to buck your hips while you were gliding down on his cock. He starts to provide some more friction between the two of you and you can’t hold back anymore.

You start to roughly thrust while he’s inside you and you feel a pool of ecstasy wash over you and your cunt. The newfound sensation had him throwing his head back as you continued your thrusts. “H-Harder,” he whimpers. You smile at this, and you comply with his request. To help you out, Jiyong pushes harder into you repeatedly until he’s balls deep inside your cervix, causing you to become even more cock drunk. More moans had escaped from his lips, but he didn’t seem to care because he just needed you to ride him like there was no tomorrow and that’s exactly what you were doing.

“You’re such a good boy for me Ji…feels so good,” you say. You felt his tip twitch inside your clenched walls, hitting your sensitive g-spot. You knew that the both of you would be nearing your climax sooner rather than later considering that both of you had slowed down each other's pace. “Such a big dick, Ji…fills me up every damn time,” you praise.

“I’m gonna cum,” he pants raggedly as you continue to animalistically bounce on him while grabbing his hips in order to hit the right angle in your needy walls. Gasps and moans fill the room at the sudden change of motion, but it didn’t matter. You can feel your climax approaching, but you had the strong urge to hold it until after he came. His hips start to stutter uncontrollably, and his pace was slower than before. He was screwed.

“I can’t hold it in much longer, jagiya,” he cries out, his eyes becoming glassy.

“Then cum inside me… It always feels so good when you do,” you admit. With that, you bounce on him a few more times just in case he needs the extra sensation. You know it works because within seconds of you doing so, you feel his warm seed spill into you, and you loved it. After feeling him fill you up with his cum, you finally let yourself orgasm after holding it in. Your arousal splashes both Jiyong's dick and your inner thighs, causing a big mess on your guys’ bodies. Realizing he’s still inside you; he pulls out of you at once.

“That was fucking amazing,” he pants out.

“I can’t disagree with that,” you chuckle. “We should probably clean up here,” you suggest.

“Yeah we probably should,” he says with a laugh.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, getting off of him to head to the bathroom for some towels. You open the bathroom closet and grab the nearest hand towels you can find. Once you have them, you walk over to the sink to dampen them with warm water. After feeling that they are wet enough, you head back to his bedroom and sit on the bed with Jiyong.

“I can clean you up if you want,” you offer, now dangling the wet rag in his face.

“That’s an offer I could never turn down,” he says tiredly with an idiotic laugh.

“God you’re such a dork, Ji,” you say jokingly as you clean him off with the towel.

“A dork who made you moan,” he corrects with a snicker.

“Ji!” you gasp as you jokingly slap his arm.

“Ouch,” he said with a grin.

“I’ll tell you what… You can clean me up if you don’t make any more stupid dad jokes,” you say jokingly.

“Deal, but I know it’ll break your heart to not hear any,” he says mockingly.

You scoff sarcastically and you hand him a new rag to clean you up with. He rubs the rag against you for a bit, collecting the mess you made. After doing so, he walks up to the hamper and places the soiled towels in. On his way back to the bed, he picks up your guys’ underwear before handing it to you. You slip the garment on your body as does he. Once you finish putting your panties on, you head over to your closet to pick something to wear to bed. You grabbed an oversized t-shirt from his closet and a pair of sweats from your dresser. You throw the garments on hastily, already feeling more comfortable than you did in your previous outfit.

“Do you want your pajamas or not?” you ask him.

“Yeah, could you get me the black pajama pants from the drawer?” he replies.

“Sure thing,” you say before retrieving them from the appropriate drawer. You walk over to him and hand the garment over. He quickly changes into his pants shortly after.

“Thanks, jagiya,” he says admiringly before he kisses you on the lips,

“Still too tired for that dinner?” you ask. It takes him a second to answer you because of his current disheveled state, but eventually answered within a few passing seconds.

“Now that I think about it, I could eat,” he says with a grin. The two of you casually walk out of your room before entering the kitchen and sitting at the nicely set table.

“Maybe I should stay at the studio longer everyday if it means I get this reward every time I come home from a long day,” he says with a raised eyebrow.

“Who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky…” you reply with a smirk. With that being said, the two of you start eating dinner and have an enlightening conversation.

You guys could get used to this.

[daniiye]

⠀𓈒⠀୨୧ Baby your pretty

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; none, entirely fluff! note ;  1.5k words! this is pretty short (i think) ˙◠˙

You and Ji Yong recently started dating after being really close friends for a while. One day, Ji Yong finally admitted he wanted something more, and everything changed. Now, you’re both figuring out what it’s like to be together—enjoying first dates, stealing glances, and just feeling good about this new chapter in your relationship. 

Ji Yong was extra excited today—he wanted to pick you up for a date and had planned everything down to the last detail. He sent you the time he’d be there, making sure everything was just right. You could tell he put a lot of thought into it, and it made you smile. Tonight was going to be special.

“Shit—it’s already 7 PM?!”

You shot up from your bed, grabbing your phone in a panic. Rushing to the mirror, your eyes widened.

Your hair—completely curled up and messy.

"I don’t have time to straighten it,” you muttered, heart racing as you slipped into your dress. You practically flew to your vanity, ready to throw on some makeup, but the second you stepped forward—

BAM.

Your toe slammed into the chair, and a fiery pain shot through you. Clenching your fist against your mouth, you stifled a silent scream, your eyes welling up as you fought back tears. The pain was overwhelming, forcing you to your knees. You were so lost in it that you didn’t hear the persistent knocking at your door—or notice Ji Yong standing outside, waiting.

Ji Yong had been waiting outside your house for a while, concern growing with each passing minute. He walked up to the door, knocking a few times before ringing the bell repeatedly. Still no answer. Hesitation flickered across his face as he debated whether to go inside. After a moment of uncertainty, worry won over caution. He pushed the door open slightly and called your name. Silence.

“Y/N?” Ji Yong called out as he stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and closing the door behind him. His concern deepened as he walked further into your home, noticing your bedroom door slightly ajar.

He approached cautiously, knocking again. “Are you okay?” The sound of his voice jolted you back to your senses. Panic surged through you as you scrambled to your feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in your toe. You rushed to the door, slamming it shut before he could step inside.“Hold on!” you blurted, your voice slightly strained.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, gripping your hair with a conflicted expression. He’s never seen my natural hair… and I don’t have time to straighten it. What should I do? The thought lingered, making your stomach twist with uncertainty.

Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly continued doing your makeup, your hands moving on autopilot while your mind raced. Once you finished, you let out a deep sigh, staring at your reflection. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, the doubt lingered. You were never confident about your hair. Your fingers hesitated over the strands, debating whether to do something—anything—to change it. But time was slipping away, and Ji Yong was already here. Would he even care? You weren’t sure. But as much as you tried to push the insecurity away, it still weighed heavily on you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Ji Yong called out again, his voice softer this time. You swallowed hard, staring at your reflection. “No, Ji… I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

A pause. Then, from the other side of the door, he asked, “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the edge of the vanity. A part of you wanted to say no, to hide away until the uncertainty faded. But another part—one that craved the comfort of his presence—won over.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you finally said, “Okay.”

There you were, hands resting on the vanity, your face hidden in your palms. The weight of everything felt too much in that moment. Ji Yong walked in slowly, his eyes falling on you. He paused for a brief second, a flicker of surprise crossing his features when he saw your hair—unruly, not the sleek style you usually wore. He stood behind you, his presence comforting yet making you acutely aware of your vulnerability.

He leaned down slightly, his voice gentle but filled with concern. “Hey… is something wrong?” The warmth of his breath on your neck made your heart skip, and you glanced up at him through the mirror, unsure how to explain the mess of emotions tangled inside you. “My hair…” you muttered, still hiding your face in your hands, not wanting to look at him, or at yourself. He looked down at you for a moment, his expression softening as he carefully spun your chair around to face him. Gently, he took your hands off your face, his touch tender.

“I like this better,” he said quietly, his fingers brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. You blinked, caught off guard by his words, your heart skipping a beat. For the first time, you felt your anxiety start to fade, replaced by a warmth that spread through you. The way he looked at you, so sincerely, made you question why you ever doubted yourself in the first place.

“Let’s get you ready, hm?” Ji Yong said softly, turning your chair back to face the mirror. He stood behind you, his hands gently working through your hair, as if he knew exactly what to do. "You know," he continued, his voice light with a chuckle, "it doesn’t hurt to let these curls live out just one time." He paused, giving your reflection a warm smile. "You look gorgeous in them."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. His hands moved carefully through your hair, shaping it with ease, but it was his genuine smile and the way he made you feel—seen—that left you speechless.

For the first time in a long while, you saw yourself through his eyes, and maybe, just maybe, you could learn to love what you’d always hidden.

Once Ji Yong was done, he stepped back, his hands settling on his hips as he admired his work. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he took in your reflection in the mirror. "I should be your hairstylist," he said with a playful grin, clearly proud of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, glancing at him through the mirror. "Maybe you should," you teased, feeling lighter than you had in ages. He winked at you. "Well, if you ever need a pro, you know who to call."

Taking your hand, Ji Yong led you out of the room, carefully closing all the doors behind you. He paused to help you slip into your shoes, his hands steady and gentle. “Ji, I think I can do that on my own,” you said, laughing softly, already feeling a little embarrassed by his attentiveness but without missing a beat, he raised a finger to his lips, shushing you playfully. “No, let me,” he insisted with a smile.You watched, a mixture of surprise and warmth flooding you, as he knelt down and gently put your shoes on for you, his actions as tender as they were considerate. When he finished, he stood up, giving you a soft smile. “Let’s go now, hm?” You nodded, your heart fluttering in a way you weren’t used to. "Okay," you whispered, feeling his calm presence settle all the unease in your chest.

The entire night, Ji Yong couldn’t keep his eyes off you. There was something about the way you looked tonight—your natural hair, your effortless beauty—that left him completely mesmerized. He was struck, in a way he couldn’t quite explain, but he couldn't look away. As the night wore on, he found himself drawn to you more and more.

Finally, unable to hold back, he gently touched a strand of your hair, his fingers brushing it softly as he leaned in closer, his other hand finding its way to your waist.

“I want to see more of this,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. His touch lingered on your skin, as if he needed to make sure you were real, that this moment was real. You felt the warmth of his words wash over you, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to simply be.

[steponupbabe]

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jiyong tucks his face in your neck when you cuddle.

jiyong kisses the back of your hand every chance he gets.

jiyong buys you an expensive gift every time he sees you.

jiyong will buy you matching outfits so him and his girl can be stylish together.

jiyong that empties out half his closet for you.

jiyong that clings to you like a needy child.

jiyong peppers your face with soft kisses every morning.

jiyong gifts you a matching chanel ring.

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Gdragon eats you out for hours on end, addicted to the way you feel and taste.

Gdragon that holds your hands over your head while fucking into you at an ungodly pace.

Gdragon that teases you, asking where you need him most and makes you beg for him to slide into you.

Gdragon that buys you expensive lingerie, just to rip it off of you hours later.

Gdragon makes sure to wear his rings while fingering you, cause he knows you love the way the cold metal feels.

Gdragon that loves when you’re on top, clinging onto his chest while getting yourself off.

Gdragon who lets you ride his thigh while he’s making music, because you’re too impatient to wait for him to finish.

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this kinda sucks i wrote this in the car lol hope u enjoy

[sturnsstars]

thinking about writing for jiyong… anyone want that?

[lovemepartly]

night one ✩ kwon jiyong

warnings: none!

a/n: in honor of night one of the ubermensch tour!! gd looked and sounded so good. the setlist was amazing and his performance with cl was to die for. the king of kpop has returned :) 

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the days leading up to the tour are incredibly stressful. jiyong spends a lot of time out of the house and working on every detail to make sure his comeback tour is perfect and just the way he imagined it. when jiyong comes home late at night, exhausted, he’ll crawl into bed with you and into your arms, gently stroking your hair. he’ll tell you everything he did in the day and kiss you softly, telling you how grateful he is that you’re there for him. 

the day of the first night of tour, jiyong wakes up early. he makes breakfast for the two of you and wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek - “jagiya, wake up," he'll say, shaking you softly. "i made you breakfast,” he says as he drags you out of bed. as you sit at the table eating breakfast, you reach out to grab jiyong’s hand. “today’s the day.” you say, smiling at him. 

“i know,” he replies, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “i’m nervous.”

“everyone’s going to love you,” you reply. “i promise.”

jiyong eases up at your words. the rest of the morning is quiet as you and jiyong clean up the kitchen. in an hour or so, a car is outside your home, ready to take the two of you to the arena. jiyong opens the door for you and helps you into the car, sliding into the seat next to yours. he rests his head on your shoulder and intertwines your fingers with his. you wrap your arm around him, your hand tangling into his freshly dyed silver hair. jiyong looks up at you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, before whispering, “i’m actually really excited.” 

as soon as you arrive to the arena, jiyong goes straight to work. he spends time with the crew to make sure the stage and all the effects were in order for the night. not wanting to be in his way and add any more stress, you decide to wait in his dressing room until the show starts. after a few hours of alone time in his dressing room, the door flies open and jiyong is at the entrance. he takes a seat next to you, collapsing on the couch. you smile at his outfit - a red ubermensch bathrobe and, of course, a headscarf. he sits down next to you on the couch and wraps an arm around you. 

“don’t you have to be at soundcheck?” you ask, turning to face him. 

“soon,” he murmurs, cupping your face and connecting his lips with yours. “i’m nervous.”

you reach up to fix his headscarf, gently stroking his cheek. “you’re going to do amazing. you know everyone can’t wait to see you.”

“come watch me?” he asks. you nod and he stands up, offering his hand to help you up. you stay backstage, watching jiyong as a group of excited fans instantly cheer when he emerges. you watch endearingly as jiyong entertains the fans with stories and songs. 

soon, soundcheck is over and it's time to start preparing for the actual show. jiyong insists that you stick to his side the whole time - whether he's in his makeup chair or getting his hair done. when jiyong finally appears in his first outfit for the night, your jaw drops slightly. he looks amazing. perfectly fitted black pants with a red shirt, covered with an oversized rose jacket. 

“you look really good.” you murmur, walking over to him.

jiyong smirks, savoring your reaction. “look what else i have,” he says, and reaches over for a crown that was sitting on a nearby table. “a crown.”

you giggle as you watch him take the crown and gently place it onto his perfectly styled hair. “because you're the king of kpop,” you tease, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips as his cheeks flush at your compliment. 

soon, jiyong was called off to take his place and said goodbye to you, kissing you once more. you notice that he doesn't seem as nervous as he was before, the soundcheck probably easing some of his nerves. you make your way backstage, positioned so you could perfectly see him once he would come out. the arena was packed and you began to feel a nervous anticipation. within moments, the lights dimmed and the music began to play. jiyong emerged from the stage, crown perched perfectly on his head, a confident glow radiating off of him. this was no longer jiyong, it was g-dragon. 

the rest of the night is amazing. the crowd loves jiyong and his confidence only grows throughout the night. in between outfit changes, he’ll come find you backstage and press a quick kiss to your lips. if you’re in his eye line while performing, he’ll sneak glances and smiles to you throughout the show. 

as soon as the show is over, jiyong is rushing into your arms. he’s placing sweaty kisses all over your face and holding you tight. 

“you were amazing.” you whisper.

jiyong becomes shy at your words and reaches to cup your face. “i love you, jagiya. thank you for supporting me.”

you smile. “i love you too.”

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “you’ve got me, okay? let your husband help”

୨ৎ pairing: husband!gdragon x wife!fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

୨ৎ summary: jiyong had promised to never leave your side once pregnant with his child and did he stick with that promise? he sure did but there was things that you could do on your own! a independent woman you were but he never lets that happen. to him that’s why men are here to help and care for their women.

୨ৎ from myeong: omg hi!! so happy to be back and getting to everyone’s requests! I absolutely adore this one and hope you enjoy it so much!! x

“oh jiyong..” you whispered quietly to yourself seeing him asleep on the hard and cold ground. all of this to paint the baby’s room and of course he had to add in his own artistic ways that you couldn’t quite follow or understand. a hand rested on your large round belly that was ready to pop any day now or at least you thought until the doctor said it could be a few more weeks—oh how painful it was but the excitement to see the baby was much more intense than feeling annoyed by it. doing the best you could to sit on the floor beside him jiyong’s eyes opened and widened the moment he saw you trying to crouch next to him, “what do you think you’re doing!” he yelled. no he wasn’t yelling at you in an aggressive or even mean way but a more.. ‘you must be crazy!’ type of way and you were more than okay with that. jiyong was the most caring man you’ve ever met and he was truly a blessing to you. playfully slapping at his hand when he reached to grab ahold of you he pulled back and shook his head at your complete stubbornness. “jiyong give it a break already! I’m pregnant not paralyzed.” and a sigh left his lips not wanting to argue about this and it was always in a very playful way. “you don’t know what could happen! look at you! you’re carrying our child. you could fall and really hurt you both.” his caring nature was just so attractive, it was something that you fell in love with first about him. he took such good care of you that’s how you ended up in this situation… big and pregnant.

after a few more minutes of talking he helped you up and took the both.. or all three of you to bed. each night he would make sure you had everything by your side in case you got uncomfortable during the night or didn’t feel the best and needed something for nausea. but.. sometimes you found yourself pretending to sleep just so he would finally go to bed and you’d turn to look at him, so handsome even during his deep sleep. gently letting your fingers run across his beautiful face wanting nothing more but to kiss those sweet lips of his. he was the best thing that’s ever happened to you and he was all you ever needed. him and now the little one that you hoped would look just like his father.

“let me get the shower ready for you.” the next morning jiyong was of course up bright and early just to make you something to eat and help get you in the shower. if he didn’t shower with you then he’d sit next to the shower door and wait, not knowing if you’d need help or maybe you just wanted him close to you. this morning wasn’t any different as he sat next to the shower and waited for you. helping you dry and dress right afterwards because he insisted that you didn’t do anything yourself it would be way too dangerous. “gosh jiyong sometimes you’re so.. stubborn yourself. why don’t you go eat, yeah? I’ll take a rest in bed and read a little bit of my book.” it took jiyong the longest to agree with you and take care of himself, eventually yelling at him to do so and he would listen quite quickly. you found it cute how quickly he would listen to you once hearing the seriousness in your soft voice. it was never long and he’d come right back up to the room taking care of you. helping you eat, drink, and even reach for things that you could’ve gotten yourself.

later that day jiyong took you to the studio to give you a sneak peek of his newest album which each time you got to listen it was amazing as always, he was such a musical genius. “do you think this will pass onto the baby? your music talent?” jiyong only laughed at your comment and shrugged his shoulders but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want that to happen—he would love for that to happen. “it’s been a few hours why don’t we go get you something to eat, hm? you also need some water since it’s been about.. thirty minutes! come on let’s go.” even keeping up with your water intake and the exact minutes that’s just how jiyong was. as you both found a cute cafè nearby he needed to make sure that everything you wanted to order would be okay for both you and the baby which you never knew what that meant but he was always so worried about the weirdest things. “I need to take good care of you.” is all he’d say and you rolled your eyes. “are you ever going to let me just do something myself?” although it may have sounded like a rude question full of attitude he knew that’s not how you meant it, you had such a soft spot for him taking good care of you. “you’ve got me, okay? let your husband help.” and with that you simply nodded your head and leaned into his side hooking your arm with his own, turning to press a quick kiss to his cheek before looking away in embarrassment. what you didn’t realize is he absolutely loved seeing that side of you and prayed that it never ever faded away.

[petersasteria]

Hey, It's Been A While (2) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: GD x Reader Summary: long time partners that don't have the same goal Warning: delulu!ji-yong

A/N: thank you all for showing so much love on my first ever ji-yong fic! I'm ever-so flattered that many of you have asked for part 2. As promised, here it is. Lmk what you think! This is Ji-yong's P.O.V from part 1.

Kwon Ji-yong wasn't the type to show his feelings. He just dealt with it privately and most of the time, on his own. However, that changed when he told Daesung and Taeyang about your breakup. Oh, he was immensely heart broken. He was so close to pulling the same thing Taeyang did to win Min Hyo-rin back, but he didn't. He knew that whatever he did, nothing would bring you back to him.

"I thought I was being clear..." Ji-yong spoke in a soft voice as Daesung sat next to him on the floor. Ever since the break up, Taeyang and Daesung decided it would be best to take turns in looking after him because he didn't have you anymore. Tonight was Daesung's turn. They both sat in Ji-yong's dimly lit room with Ji-yong finding comfort on the cold floor.

"Well, Ji-yong, I hate to say it, but it was all a misunderstanding in the first place." Daesung said cautiously, not knowing how his best friend would react. "You know, sometimes our goals really don't align with the person we love, and that's okay."

"So..." Ji-yong trailed off. "She won't come back?" His voice cracked as he started sobbing again. His lips quivered and his shoulders shook, it scared Daesung because he had never seen him so... broken before. Daesung pulled him in for a big embrace and he just held him until he calmed down.

"Ji, maybe she will, maybe she won't. It's really up to both of you. I mean, if you really want her back, you have to do something. Right now, I just think she needs space."

"How do you know what she likes? You didn't date her, I did!" Ji-yong snapped at him, breaking free from the hug.

Daesung sighed, "I know you did. I'm just saying, you both need your time to heal before one of you does something. You can't think straight right now, Ji. If you say or do something, she might get overwhelmed and she probably wouldn't want to see you. After all, you just told her that you didn't believe in marriage while she did."

"But what if she doesn't want me back?" Ji-yong asked him, fear creeping throughout his body and he didn't like it one bit.

"Well, fate is twisted. If she doesn't want you back, then you guys were probably just meant to meet to build each other up, but not be together forever." Daesung confessed sadly. "Let's not think about that now. If you want her back, do you really want Y/N to see you like this? I'm sure she'd love to see the Kwon Ji-yong she loves, not the snot-filled, puffy-eyed Ji-yong." He lightened the mood, which was successful considering Ji-yong laughed a little bit.

"You're right." Ji-yong chuckled as he wiped his tears and ran a hand through his hair.

"I mean if I were Y/N and you walked in my apartment looking like that to take me back, I'd be scared! I'd be like, 'who is this gremlin?!'." Daesung joked and nudged his shoulder a bit, making Ji-yong laugh even more.

"Thanks, Dae. I appreciate it." Ji-yong smiled softly, patting his friend on the back.

-

A year after your breakup, Ji-yong heard from Taeyang that you started dating someone else.

"WHAT?!?!" Ji-yong reacted. "She was supposed to be with ME!!!"

"Ji-"

"Are you sure you sent her the flowers I asked you to send?"

"I'm not your assistant, but yes."

"Are you sure you picked the loveliest card in the store? I knew I should've gotten her the shiny lambskin Chanel bag instead!"

"Wait- the gold tone metal white one?"

"Yes, that one! It would look so cute with all of her outfits because white is easy to pair with anything!"

"Okay, but-"

"Did I lose my game? I don't think I did. I mean, even after I courted her, I still heavily flirted with her because you gotta keep it going and I love flirting with her because she gets all cute and shy."

"I did not need to know that, but that's cute. Please-"

"Did she not love me enough? I-"

"KWON JI-YONG!!!!" Taeyang shouted, causing him to stop rambling. "That relationship she has is probably not going to last, y'know? I mean, we don't know what the future holds, right? He could be a-"

"A rebound!" Daesung said as he entered the room.

"Right!" Taeyang slammed his hand on the table.

Ji-yong snickered, "Okay, Glinda."

Taeyang glared at him before he said, "Maybe you should move on a bit."

"I HAVE moved on. Just not in the way she moved on. I still think about her 24/7. I just don't cry about it anymore." Ji-yong said proudly. "I still look fondly at our photos, y'know? I miss her a lot."

"We know." Daesung said.

"Anyway, this has been fun and all, but I have to see Y/N, confess my love for her, and then make out." Ji-yong said, walking towards the door. Before he reaches the door, Taeyang pulled him back.

"Whoa, don't do that. Also, TMI." Taeyang said.

"Stop being delulu. It's not the solulu." Daesung said as the other two looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes, "I'll rephrase: being delusional isn't the solution."

"Then say that!" Taeyang exclaimed.

"Yeah! What language was that?" Ji-yong asked.

"It's the new internet lingo. Oh my gosh, stay updated." Daesung said as he sat down on the couch.

"Um, anyway, he's right." Taeyang agreed. "Being dolulu isn't the selulu."

"You got it twisted."

"I think Ji-yong got my point, Dae."

Ji-yong fought back a smile from their ridiculous argument. "Fine. I won't go. I'll just investigate her new boyfriend."

"Oh my god stop." Daesung said. "Just let her be happy."

"Oh, I want her to be happy... it's just that I want her to be happy with me. Besides, I just want to see if that guy's good enough for her, y'know? I'm looking out for her because I love her and I'm afraid I'll love her until I die, so please let me be." Ji-yong took out his laptop, sat on the dining table and immediately stalked your socials to get some kind of information on this new guy.

It took him months, but he finally got the information he needed. Being petty, he printed it all out with a proud smirk, stapled them together, and presented it to Taeyang and Daesung, who were busy watching some variety show on the tv.

"Um, what's this?" Taeyang asked. It was a neatly organized, 100-paged paper, all about your new boyfriend. Ji-yong even made a formal cover page for his paper. It was his thesis at that point and now, he's doing a defense.

"My thesis titled: The Effect of Being Serious with A Man You Don't Know: A Study About The Cause and Effect of Dating A Suspicious Man." Ji-yong grinned.

"If you flip the page, you'll see the table of contents dating back to 2015 until now. Then as you read through it, it's everything that I found out about Y/N's new boyfriend. Including but not limited to: his family tree, his exes, his behavior and attitude, screenshots from his exes, and observations from his ex-best friend. All names are, of course, redacted for this thesis I am presenting."

"Kwon Ji-yong, you are INSANE. Like, officially." Daesung said. Taeyang nodded in agreement as he flipped through the pages.

"I know, but HEAR ME OUT!" Ji-yong explained. "I have a really bad feeling in my gut when you guys said she started dating him. I just researched about him and I was right! Please just read through it?"

"What if you're wrong?" Daesung questioned. "What if-"

"No, he's right." Taeyang said, intently reading Ji-yong's hardwork.

"What the fuck, Tae? I thought we were a team." Daesung whined.

"Yes, we are. Despite him being delusional and crazy, he's actually right this time. The man is bad news." Taeyang said as he showed Daesung the proof.

Ji-yong smirked to himself as he laid down on the floor. He rubbed his tired eyes as he stretched his whole body and yawned. His research required sleepless nights and convenience store coffee runs at ungodly hours.

"I'm impressed, Ji." Daesung nodded. "This is all precise."

"I didn't get a bachelor's degree and a master's degree for nothing, Dae." Ji-yong chuckled, his voice hoarse from being tired.

"Hey, speaking of-" Taeyang spoke. "Y/N emailed me!"

"Ooh, what did she say?!" Daesung asked excitedly. "I think this is a sign! Maybe your manifestations are finally working, Ji!"

Ji-yong laughed before folding his arms under his head, relaxing a little bit. "It's all coming together. It's weird for her to tell you about their breakup through email, though. That's so-"

"SHE'S GETTING MARRIED?!?!" Daesung screamed as Ji-yong quickly sat up in shock. Taeyang glared at Daesung and said, "I was about to say it!"

"Yeah, but I figured it should be said immediately! Like removing a band-aid!" Daesung explained.

"Yeah, but this isn't exactly a band-aid, now is it?" Taeyang pointed out and Daesung shrugged.

"She's getting married to that dick!?" Ji-yong exclaimed in frustration.

"You know what? Let's all boycott this wedding." Taeyang said. "I can just email her and say that as early as now, we are NOT RSVP-ing."

Ji-yong frowned and shook his head, "No, that's not right. You guys were her friends too and my feelings about this shouldn't be in the way. At the end of the day, it's her event... that I secretly want to ruin, but I digress. We can all go and allow her to be happy."

"Why do I feel like you're planning something?" Daesung eyed Ji-yong suspiciously as Ji-yong stood up, walking to the kitchen.

"Dae, I just finished a really good thesis about why her man is bad news. Of course, I'm planning something. You'll just have to wait on the wedding day." Ji-yong smirked to himself.

-

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[peckoo]

短編 ◞ MORNING CIGARETTES AND COFFEE ⠀⠀ feat. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ motte era kwon ji yong .

知英 ⌇ domestic fluff . caribbean fem!reader . addiction problem . hint of depression . established relationship . ( wc. 419 )

when jiyong stirs awake in his plush hotel room ⸻ sprawled on the king―size mattress , sunken into the jumble of whitish sheets and scrubbing his strewn locks of hair haphazardly , placing a cigarette amidst his teeth and parched lips ⸻ , he intuitively pats your side of the bed , nudging the warm covers out of the way; ceaselessly seeking your dozing figure. he sighs profusely when he doesn't , puffing out a fog of smoke against the pillow.

he grunts then , scratching his steeped―up shoulder , lifting his chin. six of the morning sun's rays sketch from his tapering jawline to his scowling brow , and he batters his eyes in aggravation .

he oscillates ruggedly , cat―like eyes drowsy and scrutinized; hunting your presence. to his right , among the window and the brown armchair , the silhouette of a fluffy and knotted mane , shape concealed by one of his sagging t―shirts meets his pupils. he smacked his lips with pique , stretching sideways to shove himself upward with a throttle gasp. his anatomy slump back on his hip―joints , his loin surge like a porcupine. his scent of nicotine , dior perfume and vanilla shampoo mingles with the spiky smell of coffee and his upper arms unwind weightily as he feels at home.

yet , the edge of his mouth is tilted down in a sneer of tribulation , for you had risen early ( he deduced cloudingly ). jiyong grumbles grudgingly; he abhorred not huddling next to you in the morning , digging into the warmth clinging to your skin and nuzzling the curve of your nape before starting his tedious workday.

with a jaunty wobble , he bursts from under the coverlets with a limp rocking motion. his bare feet flat against the chilly floor make the hair on the back of his neck flip up in a shivering whip. he takes a drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it on the solid surface of a high , circular piece of furniture in the corner of the bedroom , spitting the smoke behind his shoulder blade , dimly remembering how much you loathe the acrid scent it leaves on the walls. his long fingers tickle your ribcage , the tip of his nose sweeps along the highway of your mandible. his tongue soaks his dried mouth and nestles a tender , intimate smooch on the telltale hint of your pulse pounding in your neck. he drinks in the fizz of your tanned skin , and the cloying rattle of your small purr .

he grins delightedly , with all his teeth ; " good morning , darlin' . "

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