#jiyongie

[mintymuse]

BTS of BigBang parody "Secret Garden" 2011

[pissyolo]

BIGBANG - Coffee Prince Parody

[lovemepartly]

bf!jiyong ✩ headcanons 

warnings: 18+, smut. 

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

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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

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

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

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

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

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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

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

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

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

[saidrabbles]

the way you are

pairing: kwon jiyong x idol! reader

summary: amidst crazy stalker threats, you receive an irresistible opportunity to collaborate with the one and only, g-dragon.

warnings: excessive stalking, threatening with weapons.

a/n: i’m always reluctant to write for jiyong, feeling like i won’t give it justice. but i’ve been wanting new jiyong fics heh

not proofread

breathe in, breathe out. that’s what you have been trying to do to regulate the overwhelming fear and stress from the last couple of months. you’ve had plenty of haters, critics and stalkers all up on your business, but not quite like this one. the stalker released personal information that almost cost you your house, as you stare at the plants that you’ve spent incredible attention so that they flourish. not only that, but he started threatening your life, posting photos of the weapons he will use on you.

which is why you’re currently laying on your bed, with countless guards all around your apartment, as well as the entry. what started as a two-week hiatus stretched into three months, as they still can’t pinpoint his location. your thoughts quiet down as the ringing becomes louder. it’s your manager. “hello? have you found him?” it was instinct at this point, asking about updates.

the person on the other side sighed, “no, but i received an interesting collaboration invite. i know that you can’t think about music at the moment, but i thought if i turn this one down without asking you, you’d come for my ass one day.” you were intrigued to say the least. “go on..”

“it’s g-dragon.” you jump up from your bed, your breath caught in your throat. “he’s making his comeback album, and he told us he would love to work with you, he’s a fan.” you feel your heart beat a little faster. you not only know about g-dragon, but you knew him as kwon jiyong too. you’ve met at several events, hitting it off as you found several shared interests. but he never asked for your number, nor did you.

you sat silently thinking about doing a collaboration with him, during this icky time where you don’t know how to go out without feeling hyper-aware of every eyeball pointed your way. but remembering his deep brown eyes got you agreeing. you missed singing, and you missed the presence of another human other than your bodyguards and manager. that’s all that it is, you tried reasoning with yourself.

~~~~

walking down to his studio, you felt nervous. there will be nothing between us, you breathed. you knocked, and almost immediately heard footsteps coming your way. he opened the door, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. “hey.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “hey” you smiled. he settled for a handshake, wanting to seem cool and casual. you felt vulnerable standing outside, and wanted to be engulfed with the safety of four walls as soon as possible. you couldn’t shake the uneasiness.

for the next few hours, thoughts of said stalker left you as you listened to his demo, discussed the essence of the song, which emotions he wanted the song to evoke. he was truly charming when he spoke with such passion. his eyes sparkled in a way that pulled you right into them, wanting to know the meaning behind some of the deeper sparkles in them. he has a habit of ruffling his hair or biting his thumb when he’s thinking, you thought to yourself.

the moment of admiration and peace came to a stop as your manager entered the studio with worried eyes. you knew. you excused yourself as you left the studio with her, feeling the overwhelming stress take over your senses. “he’s posted again. he was dumb enough to leave a big clue on where he is, but i’m not sure we’ll make it in time.” you felt yourself go numb. he’s on the run, he could be anywhere and you were not in the safety of your home. “hey” the brunette held you in place by the shoulders, “don’t worry. i’m here, you’re here and i will protect you no matter what.” she sighed “the safest place right now is in that studio” she left you frozen in place as your manager went to talk to the police.

after a few minutes, you regained your composure and went back in.

he could sense your change in demeanor, he could see it in the paleness of your once rosy cheeks, the lack of focus in your eyes. you sat in your chair, barely acknowledging the warm presence next to you. he stared at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong.

he was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a clap. “okay, let’s do this!” you try to look at him, unable to hold eye contact, feeling like you would cry if you did. “i think i got the gist of what you want in the song, i want to start on the lyrics right away- “(y/n)” you stopped midway, but still refused to fully look at him, the plushies on his sofa look way more interesting than his intuitive eyes. “(y/n), please look at me.” he tried again.

you don’t know if it was the pleading or the softness of his voice that made you give in. you slowly look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes. his brows knit together in a frown, looking like a worried puppy. you bring your shaking hands to your face, covering the tears threatening to fall. “i’m so tired” your voice was raw and shaky.

all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms, to kiss away your precious tears...but he wanted you to be comfortable in being vulnerable with him and didn't want to scare you off.

"i just.." your voice was betraying your stance of resilience. that's when you felt a hand caressing the top of your head, so softly that you'd almost not notice if you weren't closing your eyes trying to suppress your tears. "i’ve been stalked for a while now, and yes i know, we have stalkers almost everywhere we go but this…he’s different.” you finally gain the courage to take your hands away from your face.

you carefully look at him, only to see his eyes already searching yours. “at first it was ‘normal’ stalking behavior but it progressed aggressively, from posting my whereabouts with possessive words to posting photos of me in the distance and a weapon pointed at my direction.” you heard him sharply inhale, like a dragon preparing to blow a huge fire on something, or someone. only then did you realize the close proximity that you’re in, his knees almost touching your thighs.

his eyes were no longer warm and inviting, you can almost see the protective fiery glistening. he gets up and leaves, leaving you dumbfounded. after what felt like hours, he came back. “i talked to my attorney, he works with some of the best detectives in seoul, and he will get the fucker on his knees in two days max.” he walked towards you, “until then, please allow me to escort you to the safest place i know, a house that not even my family knows about.” he stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at you. that’s when you realize your tears has betrayed you and are flowing freely down your face.

without thinking, he kneels down at where your sitting, and envelops you in the warmest embrace. it was right, protective, and everything you needed. sobs escaped as you held on to him, finally letting go. “i’m scared” you say almost incoherently, and you feel him pulling you closer, if it was even possible, as he drew comforting circles on your back. as he whispered protective promises, you felt your cries becoming hiccups, as you slowly calmed down.

he pulled away, only slightly, with one of his hands holding you while the other cupped you face, gently wiping your tears away. “i’m sorry that i didn’t know sooner” he breathed. “it’s okay” you choked. “no, it’s not. i have been following your updates, looking forward to anything that you do, wanting to approach you, but i never did.” he eyes moved down your lips for a moment then back to your eyes. “i should’ve asked your number the first day that i met you.” he confessed. it was your turn to stare at him wide-eyed.

“what do you…” you were once again aware of your close proximity. “mean?” you whispered, afraid talking any louder would give your feelings away. “i…liked you the first time i saw you, then started wanting more of you when i started talking to you. you amaze me, (y/n), truly.” he let you go, and you didn’t realize that you were holding your breath. “but i didn’t want to come off as weird, because, as weird as it sounds, im serious about you.”

you felt warmness spread from the center of your ribs outwards, enveloping you whole with new intense feelings. “well,” you breathed, “then that makes us two weirdos.” you brought your hand to hold his in place, afraid that he’ll run away with your confession, “i feel the same way about you” he felt his heartbeat speeding. “i like you too, jiyong. and i wanted to get your number way earlier on as well.”

you were almost blinded by his toothy smile, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. and before you could return a smile, he pressed his lips on the space between your brows, sending an embarrassing blush from your cheeks down to your neck. he pulled back, ghostly brushing his thumb over your lower lip, and before you could prepare your heart, he closed in the distance.

he wanted it to be a gentle kiss, he really did, but he couldn’t get enough of you. he could almost taste the coffee you’ve had a while ago, and he wanted to devour all of you. he put one hand around the back of your neck and his other on your waist and kissed you harder, biting your lower lip for permission. but he didn’t need one, because you were so desperate to let him in. he was rough, his neediness seeping through the kiss.

you both got lost in the kiss, forgetting about the necessity of air. you reluctantly pull back, only enough for the both of you to breathe, as he rested his forehead on yours. “that was…” you were both smiling. you haven’t felt this safe and happy in a really long time, and you didn’t want to let go of him, ever. “so, you said you know of a safe place for me?” you can see the side of his mouth move upwards into a smirk, “eager, are we?” you hit the his elbow, giggling.

“we have plenty of time to get there, i want to take it slow, with you.” you looked away, your cheeks betraying you. you heard him laugh, “me too (y/n), and i’ve never felt this way about someone. i want to protect you, if you allow me to.” you reached for his hand, interlocking them, and adding a reassuring squeeze “you have no choice now, since i don’t think i can feel safe with anyone but you.” you still had one question lingering in your mind.

“hey…uhm, does that mean you didn’t really want to collaborate with me? like…using it as an excuse..?”. “no, i really love your music, and i really want to release music with you.” you searched his eyes, looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t true. “although, i’m not going to lie, i thought if you saw me doing what i do best, music, you would…like me.” you placed your hand on the top of his head, ruffling it.

“but i liked you for the way you talk, the way you try to involve everyone in the conversation, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your passions.” you were now stroking his cheek, “i liked the way you carried yourself, and i like you even more for the way that you can be vulnerable with me. i love your music, of course, but kwon jiyong is so much more than music.” you smiled.

he brought your palm to his lips, and kissed it. he was in trouble now. you were in trouble. because he believes that he won’t be able to let you go, ever.

[jjiyongie]

[daniiye]

The Blueprint?

pairing ; kwon ji yong x reader  ─  genre ; romance  warnings ; fluff and maybe mild smut? note ;  around 1.3k words! i loved übermensch album! gyro-drop would definitely be my favorite!!

It was just a few days before Ji Yong’s long-awaited album release—the first in seven years. After such a long hiatus, this comeback was monumental for him, and naturally, you wanted to support him in every way possible.

However, Ji Yong had been unusually secretive about the album, keeping it under wraps not just from his fans but from you as well. No matter how much you pestered him for a sneak peek, he would only smirk and brush you off with a teasing, “You’ll hear it when everyone else does.”

It drove you insane.

You tried everything—subtle persuasion, playful bribes, even pouting dramatically—but nothing worked. Ji Yong remained tight-lipped, clearly enjoying how much it frustrated you.

Today, you were sprawled out on the sofa, lazily scrolling through your phone, lost in the endless cycle of social media. The afternoon was quiet, uneventful—until your phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Ji Yong.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at the time. He was usually holed up in the studio around now, completely immersed in work. It wasn’t like him to call during his creative hours. A small part of you wondered if something had happened, but you picked up anyway.

"Jagi, how are youuuu~?" His playful tone came through the speaker, stretching the last word dramatically. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his exaggerated sweetness. He’s up to something.

"Ji, I’m fine," you groaned, stretching out on the couch. “Shouldn’t you be busy right now?"

"I should be," he admitted with a chuckle. "But I’d rather be with you."

Your brows furrowed. That was suspicious. He had been practically glued to his work for months, barely taking breaks, yet now he was suddenly calling you in the middle of the day, sounding way too smug for his own good.

"Ji, what are you up to?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, this time slower, more deliberate. "Come to my studio."

You sat up straighter. "What? Why?"

Another pause. Then, just as you opened your mouth to question him again—Click. Your screen had flashed, signaling the call had ended. 

Your mouth fell open. 

He just hung up on you?!

"Ji Yong—!" you huffed, staring at your phone in disbelief. He didn’t even give you a chance to refuse, to question him, to prepare.

You groaned, running a hand over your face. You knew he was doing this on purpose. Ji Yong loved keeping you on edge, loved seeing you squirm with curiosity and now, he had completely won. There was no way you were just going to sit here and ignore him after that.

Grabbing your coat, you rushed to the door, heart racing. Whatever he was planning, you were about to find out.

You walked into the studio, one hand carrying a matcha drink you’d picked up on the way, the other clutching your coat. Ji Yong was nowhere in sight, but you made yourself comfortable anyway, settling into a chair and taking a sip of your drink as you waited.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Ji Yong stepped inside, his brows furrowing the moment he saw you.

“Ah, why didn’t you call me?” he asked, a hint of a pout in his voice as he walked over.

You turned your chair to face him just as he leaned in close, eyes flicking down to the drink in your hand.

“That looks tasty,” he murmured before stealing a sip for himself.

“Hey!” you yelped, lips parting in protest as he pulled away with a smug grin.

Ji Yong only chuckled, plopping into his chair with a satisfied hum, clearly unfazed by your pout.

“Why’d you call me in here anyway, Ji?” you asked, glancing at him as he focused on the computer screen.

He smirked, fingers tapping against the desk. “You know how you’ve been asking to listen to my album?”

Your breath hitched as he dragged out the words, teasing you with the suspense.

“Well…”

“Really?!” you practically beamed, excitement bubbling over.

Ji Yong chuckled at your reaction, nodding in confirmation, clearly pleased with himself.

He stood up from his seat, walking over to you with a pair of headphones in hand. Gently, he placed them over your ears, the music already playing as you settled in, sipping your drink with a content smile.

Ji Yong remained by your side, one arm draped casually around the back of your chair, watching you closely. His gaze flickered between your expression and the screen, anticipation evident in his posture as he waited for your reaction.

“Oh hey… I like this,” you said, glancing up at him with a smile.

Ji Yong’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Yeah?” he asked, leaning in just a little, as if trying to catch every nuance of your reaction.

As the songs shifted, the lyrics grew more suggestive—sultry melodies laced with teasing words that sent a shiver down your spine. Your grip on your drink tightened, the straw caught between your teeth as your ears burned with heat.

Ji Yong, still standing beside you, noticed immediately. His gaze flicked to your face, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took in the way your cheeks had flushed a soft pink.

By the time the last song faded out, Ji Yong reached over and gently slipped the headphones off your head, setting them aside. His full attention was on you now, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Sooo… what do you think?” he asked, dragging out the words with an exaggerated tone.

You blinked, still processing, your fingers gripping your drink as you muttered, “This… this is for everyone to hear?”

His lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned down again, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “Of course,” he murmured, casually twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “I have to let my fans know how my mystery lover makes me feel.”

You froze.

“Wait… it’s about me?”

“Jagi, I don’t think I’d be writing about someone else pleasurin—”

Your eyes widened in horror, and before he could finish, you slapped a hand over his mouth.

“I-I get it!” you squeaked, your face now practically on fire.

Ji Yong gently pried your hands away, his grip firm yet teasing. “Do you not like it?” he asked, tilting his head, amusement still lacing his tone.

You avoided his gaze, grabbing your coat and standing up abruptly. “I—I’m going home,” you mumbled, flustered beyond belief.

Before you could react, Ji Yong had already wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against him. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, his voice a low murmur against your ear.

“You want me to show you the meaning of these songs?” he teased, his grin evident in his tone. “Especially the ones about..you?”

Your breath hitched, your hands gripping your coat tightly as if it were your last line of defense.

“I don’t have work,” he added, his voice dripping with suggestion.

You swore your entire body heated up at his words. “Ji Yon..—”

“Hmm?” he hummed, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Alright, alright,” Ji Yong chuckled, pressing playful kisses along your cheek and jaw, making you squirm in his hold.

��Ji—!” you tried to protest, but your words dissolved into a flustered laugh as he smothered you with affection.

“I’ll go with you,” he finally said, releasing you with a grin. “Wait for me.”

You watched as he turned back to shut down the computer and switch off the lights, his movements unhurried, as if he wasn’t the reason your heart was still racing.

You huffed, crossing your arms. 

Ji Yong only smirked over his shoulder. “Hey i can’t help it. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

[sturnsstars]

a little longer - gdragon

authors note: first time writing for gd, i hope its okay. ngl this thought randomly popped into my head yesterday so i have to write it… also i feel like jiyong is super whimpery in bed when he’s being topped?

tags: smut no plot, men whimpering, blowjob, head pushing, slight throat fucking, cum eating

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

your cheeks were starting to get sore from sucking them in, your lower jaw having a sting to it. you kept your hands steady on ji-yongs thighs that were spread to let you sit in between them, fingertips gently pressing into the skin that had ink under the layers, making slight indents into the plush muscle.

“jagiya- oh god…” ji-yong whispered through an exhale, his chest jerking up every so often whenever he inhaled with a stutter, unable to help himself from the subtle twitches and squirms his body made.

your mouth left a quarter of room to fit your hand around the base of his cock, occasionally tightening your hand around him, just to hear him squeal out a noise that could be considered pathetic.

“slow down- slow…” ji-yong was practically begging you, but you couldnt help it. he just looked so good in that recent photoshoot, you needed to show him how it made you feel. the way his tattoos were peaking out through the mesh shirt, the leather pants, his hair messy. all of it.

while he was begging you to slow down, his hips were rutting upward into your mouth and casing the feeling, making you squeeze your eyes shut tighter when you felt his hot and aching tip kissing the back of your throat, focusing on your breathing while ji-yong was focusing on trying not to come too early from the way your tongue felt on the underside of his dick.

you just barely calmed your actions, loosening your grip around his girthy base, easing the suction in your cheeks, a small and shaky sigh of relief leaving ji-yong. ji-yongs hand gently rested on the back of your head that was raising and lowering in a medium and rhythmic pace, his thumb caressing it for a second before his body tensed up slightly.

“dont stop… m’so- oh…” you casually glanced up at ji-yong when he informed you that he was close to coming, his head leaned back against the almost comically large and expensive bed frame he had, his adam’s apple raising every time he managed to squeeze out a mewl of some sort; high pitched, low pitched, breathy.

you took in a deep breath through your nose, almost like you were preparing yourself for his release, the ticklish feeling of his cum shooting down the warm and gummy walls of your throat, when he pushed down on the back of your head, your lips bumping into your fingers that were still enclosing his cock. what you got in return, was his tip stretching the space, making you choke and hum in shock, the feeling of it making ji-yong teeter on the edge of his orgasm.

“oh fuck- hm-mm… m’sorry aegiya-ah.. a-a little longer…” ji-yong’s head fell forward, his face scrunched up, just as much as his body tensed, keeping your head down on his cock as you sucked, his abdomen flexing as you felt the almost unnoticeable twitch of his dick, your throat feeling sticky as his cum shot into your mouth, a long string of pants and whines and moans in your ears, sounds you would never get tired of.

when ji-yongs body finally relaxed and he was stuck on a panting spree, you slowly lifted your head, making sure to keep your lips around him until you reached the end of his tip, pulling off with a loud and wet ‘pop’ that broke the heavy and thick atmosphere in the bedroom.

you took a deep swallow, his cum coating your throat as it went down, your hand gently releasing its grip on his cock to gently stroke it up and down, your fingertips coated with the saliva-cum mixture that veiled over him. you sat upright on your knees, your eyes stuck on his face; how relieved he looked. little did he know, you were sliding your panties to the side to get ready to ride him until your legs gave out.

[inhogf]

he can spit on me actually

[billiesiousji]

i love my man

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

You needed a new one, jagi

character: Gdragon/Jiyong X fem!reader

Summary: He noticed your phone case. How could he not? It was so old. The same one you had when you went on your first date. He looked online for one that would suit you, impossible. So...why not make one?

Warnings: none

It was a quiet afternoon at the studio when G-Dragon, headphones resting around his neck, caught sight of your phone sitting on the counter. He didn’t mean to notice it, but he couldn’t help it. The case was so… well, ancient. Peeling at the edges, faded in color, and a little scratched.

It was the same one you had when you went on your first date. That first date where you were both nervous but couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

He stared at it for a long moment, a mixture of amusement and confusion in his eyes. The old phone case had been with you through thick and thin. But did it have to be so… tired looking?

It was then that an idea hit him.

"How could I not get you a new one?" he muttered to himself, tapping his fingers against his chin. He grabbed his phone and immediately began searching online, but nothing seemed right. Everything felt too generic, too boring. G-Dragon didn’t do “boring.” He needed something that would truly suit you—something special. But he couldn’t find it.

Then, as if a light bulb went off in his mind, he grinned mischievously.

"Why not make one?" he said, almost too proudly to himself.

He quickly ordered a plain black phone case. It was simple, but that was the point. His next task was what would turn it into a masterpiece: a collection of G-Dragon stickers. He carefully picked out some of his favorite ones: an image of him from his "BigBang" era, his iconic flower logo, and a few other quirky designs that he thought you'd find amusing.

A few days later, when the case finally arrived, he wasted no time. Sitting down at his desk, he spread the stickers out, mapping out the perfect arrangement. It took him a while, but he was determined to make it look stylish, not just a mess of random designs. When he was finally done, he sat back and admired his work.

The case was full of G-Dragon flair, but in a way that was still chic. It was fabulous—just like you.

That evening, when you came over, he casually slid the new phone case onto the table. His eyes glinted mischievously as he leaned back in his chair.

"What's this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don’t know," he said with a smirk, trying to hide the excitement bubbling up inside him. "You needed a new one."

You picked up the case, running your fingers over the sleek, glossy surface. The stickers were a mix of bold and playful, and despite the loud personality of the design, it was still very... you.

It was impossible not to laugh. "You made this?" you asked, barely containing your amusement.

"Of course," he said with a wink. "You didn’t think I’d let you walk around with that ancient thing, did you?"

You shook your head in disbelief but couldn’t help the warmth spreading through your chest. He always paid attention to the smallest details. The way he remembered that old case—how it had been with you from the very beginning. It meant more than you could put into words.

"You're too much," you whispered, a fond smile tugging at your lips.G-Dragon shrugged, but the pride in his eyes was evident. "What can I say? I’m a perfectionist."

You slid the new case onto your phone, admiring it one last time before looking up at him. "Well, it’s perfect," you said, your voice soft, full of appreciation.

"Good," he replied, his lips curving into that signature smirk. "Now, I can’t wait to see you rocking it everywhere we go."

As you leaned in to kiss him, you realized that the case wasn’t just a phone accessory. It was a reminder of how much G-Dragon cared about you, in all the big and small ways.

[pissyolo]

단체곡 녹음을 위해 모인 굿데이 식구들! GD가 프로듀싱하는

[Good Day Pre-Release]

[katarinawwwland]

A really good try

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x f.reader 

Warnings: Established relationship, marriage au, discussion of pregnancy, sexual content. 

Words count: 1,2

Summary: You and your husband want to have a baby

Author’s note: English is not my first language. So I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you enjoyed it.

After Jiyong's comeback, he decided to leave the media for a long period. During this time, you have already gone on vacation to Jeju Island. And one hot evening, you were walking along the beach after dinner. 

"Baby, do you remember Do Hyun's daughter?" Jiyong suddenly asked, breaking the calm silence. 

"Are you talking about Seo Yeon? Of course, she's so sweet. Why do you ask?" - looking at your husband, you immediately remembered the daughter of your mutual friends, colleagues of Jiyong.  

"Yes, she's really very sweet, she looks so much like you, I notice it all the time … You know, I've been thinking about it more and more lately," your man replied thoughtfully. 

"That I look like little Seo Yeon?" you asked, laughing. 

"No, I mean about the kids. About the possibility of having a little copy of you, the same beautiful little angel that we will take care of."- the smile did not leave his face. Your heart has melted at your husband's words. Of course, you've already talked a lot about children, but only as plans for the future. You two had very busy jobs and you were often on the move, but now you had a break and the two of you decided to isolate yourself from all the hype for an indefinite time so that Jiyong's words sounded like a suggestion. 

"Or a little copy of you if it's a boy…Or it could be twins, you and me, but small," with a wide smile, you continued to reason. 

"THE TWINS? Baby, it's fantastic, I'm going to be the happiest dad." Every word gave you goosebumps, and you were the happiest at that moment. 

"Honestly, I mean, we could have started trying. We don't have a job right now and won't be in the near future, we're left to ourselves."

"Trying? I always thought it was an unspoken synonym for people fucking a lot," you said with a laugh. 

"Oh my God. You're actually right," Jiyong replied, giggling. 

"Well, you know, I like this prospect."

"Don't talk like we don't have sex several times a day."

"Jiyong, remember when you had a comeback, we barely had ten minutes in the morning before you left for filming."

"Hey, and when you were on the move, we only had face time at all," Jiyong continued defensively. 

"We're really arguing about this," you laughed. 

"There's no time to waste, princess." With these words, Jiyong squeezed his hand on your waist and you walked towards your villa.

It's been two weeks since your conversation and since you've been diligently trying to make a baby. It was crazy, you didn't have any problems with your sex life before, but now you could have sex several times in the morning, then again in the shower, and always before going to bed. Despite your husband's frenzied enthusiasm, you felt better than ever, the most beautiful, the most desirable, and the happiest.

You have already arrived from Jeju and were going to visit your friends Young-bae and Hyo-rin. today. You were making up in front of the mirror while your husband came up from behind and put his hands under your blouse, wrapping them around your waist and slowly leaving kisses on your neck. 

"Baby, if you're ready, then you'd better just wait for me and not distract me, so I'll get ready even longer." To which you received only a satisfied mumble, the man didn’t listen to you at all, but on the contrary continued to pull his hands to your chest and gently squeeze it. 

"Ji... we've already done this three times, and it's not even evening yet. And the guys are expecting us by six," you said almost pleadingly. 

"Princess, we'll do it quickly." That's the only person you couldn't refuse. 

Of course you're late.

At about 7 p.m., you arrived at your friends' house, making excuses for the frantic traffic jams. You had a wonderful dinner, you sat discussing everything from work to vacation. Baby Dong has been sitting on your lap all this time. You and Jiyong were crazy about that kid, just like he was crazy about you. Whenever you were visiting Young-bae and Hyo-rin, you couldn't tear yourself away from this baby.

"Kitten, what is it?" - you felt that the boy started twisting and fidgeting. 

"Jiyong." - the boy started pointing at your husband. 

"Do you want uppy?» - with emotion on his face, Jiyong took the baby in his arms. "Do you want to play? Let's go to your toys."- with these words, the men went to the children's room. You and Hyo-rin are left alone.

"Sometimes it seems that you come to us only because of the child," the girl remarked with a smile. 

"Yes, it is," you said sarcastically. 

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" You unconsciously tensed up from such a question. 

"Of course."

"Are you pregnant?"

"Haha, no. Why?" - you let out a nervous laugh, how could she know that you were diligently trying to make a baby. 

"It's just that something has changed in you and in Jiyong, too, I know it sounds strange, I just assumed that you could be in a position." Her words sent warmth through your body. 

"You're going to be great parents."

"Thank you, Hyo-rin.". There was silence after that. There was no discomfort or awkwardness, on the contrary, it was the most comfortable silence.

Towards nightfall, you realized that you had stayed up too late and it was time to return home. All the way home, you discussed your cozy evening. 

"Y/N, when we were playing with Baby Dong, it was as if I realized that this was exactly what I had been working for all my life. I'm so looking forward to our future baby," your husband said, not taking his eyes off the road. 

"Oh Jiyongie, you will be the most wonderful father." - your hand gently touched his cheek.

Later that night, your husband was already lying in bed and waiting for you from the shower. For some reason, you have an irresistible desire to do the test, despite the fact that you did it yesterday. The minutes seemed to drag on forever. 

"Baby, are you coming soon? You've been there for an hour." - your husband's indignation could be heard even in the bathtub. And before he could finish the last sentence, you were flying out of the tub holding a test in your hands. 

"Baby!"

"What? What is it?" - he was puzzled by your enthusiastic cry. It was already clear from your face, from your voice, and even from the test in your hands, but Jiyong can't quite believe it. 

"Baby, I'm pregnant." - tears of happiness appeared in the corners of your eyes. 

"Y/N, baby, I love you, I love you so much." You couldn't believe your luck.

The two of you were almost asleep, but something was bothering you: "You know, when you left, Hyo-rin asked if I was pregnant?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, that's what prompted me to take the test, it's so strange. She also said that we would be great parents."

"Well, if she wasn't wrong with the first one, then the second one is also true."

And tonight, falling asleep in the arms of your beloved man, carrying your baby under your heart, you felt like the happiest woman in the world.

[peckoo]

                  短編  ◞  VALENTINE'S DAY TEDDY BEAR ⠀⠀ feat. übermensch kwon ji yong .             

知英  ⌇      pure smut .   latina fem!reader .   established relationship .   older man⸻younger woman tendencies  ( reader is in her twenties ) .    (  wc. 595 )  .

your arms clutch snugly around the massive teddy bear your boyfriend had gifted you during the lovely romantic dinner he had arranged for you on valentine's day , your fingers pinch the brown faux fur back , teeth chomping on the fluffy belly.  you slobber on the suedey material , jiyong's veiny large hand is ensuring you get soaked in the syrupy cherry scent it possessed in the reddish ribbon that graced the neck of the plush toy as it stamps against the crook of your nape , having a tidy grasp against your scattered hair , maintaining you in that doggy position unabashedly.

steady , heated gasps flush your cheeks , your backbone slouches in an acute bowed arch , and the older man smooches the beaded layer of sweat storing on your nude shoulder blade. his nails gouge into the pliant skin of your hip―joint , until it scrape the bone. he curses repeatedly , under puffs of air whistling in your tympanum , awed by the ricocheting fatness of your rear as it strikes against his pelvis as they connect with each precise thrust. 

he accommodates your knees flat against the mattress of his bed , fondling the pattern of stretch marks that were springing from your left buttock , outlining the wheaty streaks until caressing the peak that finished at the hint of your chunky thigh. he exhales an aerated giggle as he perceives your muffled whimpers , smacking deliciously at the bubble of bouncing flesh of your arse. he grunts as his cock is squeezed amidst your caramelized canals , greedily swallowing everything in its path.  

you wail in contrast " ji―oh , ji . . . " you stagger through your teeth , hiccuping " don’t stop; por favor , cariño. " you implore , tilting your lower body backwards , receiving every inch of his cock within you.  

the bloated , raging pink mushroom—shaped tip pounded the entrance to your cervix. you pant audibly , drooling lips parted , sealing a squeal of delight as he pushes in deeply in a rocking motion , halting his judicious movements , entombing you in the mattress and against the crumpled sheets absorbing the searing heat of your naked anatomy. your nipples , perky and erect after an exhaustive session of unending nibbling and sucking by the older man's ravenous mouth , send thrilling gusts of pleasure into your stinging , damp core as they are squashed to the surface beneath you. you writhe , the stretching he inflicted by being nestled inside you becoming weighty and unbearable. jiyong's slender , faintly tonsured figure peeks out and nuzzled against you , his chin settles on your steep shoulder. his teeth chew tenderly on the honeyed , soft skin that fawns below him. 

" what was that , love? " he croaks with a derisive gleam hidden beneath the artificial and tangible sheepish pitch. nevertheless , you foolishly greet the sonorous kisses he doles out on your slumbering mouth " c'mon , say it again , pretty girl. " he demands.

your brow puckers and your lower lip curls into a pout , lifting your head as far as his anatomy above you would permit. " no pares , ji. please , i've been good and patient. " you splutter , eyes crystallizing. the rapper kneads your waist in an act that reassures your despair , his thumb viciously sliding between the junction with your cute belly and the slickness on your lower back. he hums then , presumably in thought. 

" is that so? " he inquires wickedly curious. you nod clumsily and he leaves a peck on your sweating temple. " i know you have been , darlin’. you deserve only the best. " he consoles poetically , mingling his burning cheek with yours , his hips budge in a enticing roll , and you grind against him in submission and allure. " so let's give it to you , then. " he assures you.

I GOT THE POWER Ξ © PECKOO , 2025 .

[saidrabbles]

hey, idk if you’re taking requests but can you write about y/n comforting gd when he’s feeling anxious??? please and sorry to bother you

in her presence

a/n: hello anon 🌼 your request was no bother, thank you for being so sweet. i’m not sure about how i feel of the writing style, but i hope you like it!

pairing: jiyong x reader warnings: none summary: kwon jiyong was making a comeback after seven years, as the iconic g-dragon. he knew he would get the nerves, but he didn’t realize how new and scary the nervousness would be, and he definitely didn’t understand why you were the only person who could effortlessly dissipate all of it away.

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it’s been 7 years since he was surrounded by countless cameras, hands invading his personal space to touch up his makeup, fix his clothes. he thought he was ready, but his body was acting otherwise. he had an old habit of chewing on his nails when he gets nervous, but his hands slightly shaking, his eyes involuntarily avoiding cameras and people for that matter — that was new to him.

you were also new to him – you recently became friends but your presence makes him feel the calmest he’s ever been. not even youngbae, his best friend, could get him to shake off the nerves in the first few interviews he had.

today was an important day, as he’s appearing in the first radio since a long while, to greet his fans after such a long time. he asked for you to be there, covering the real extent of his nerves by telling you that he’d love it if you came and supported him on his first show.

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you exited the cab, pulling your leather jacket closer around your body as you stepped into the windy weather. you came earlier than when the show airs so that you can see jiyong before he goes on live. it was his first appearance that will be aired live in a long time. and when he asked you if you wanted to see him off, you knew that he meant he wanted you to be there. he didn’t want to impose on you but you felt that it would mean a lot to him.

you were nervous yourself, sensing the growing fondness you have for him. you didn’t want to show that in any way because you knew that he just saw you as a friend, especially when seeing how he acts the same way with his other friends. you put your hand on your heart silently wishing today goes well, and went into the studio.

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jiyong was impatiently waiting for you when he heard your voice, greeting the staff in the lounge area. he stayed in his place, even when his body almost jumped up to greet you. as your figure became clearer coming his way, he smiled widely, flashing you his signature gummy smile. stay calm, my heart. you shook the butterflies that were forming, and greeted him. “you’re early, the show doesn’t start until 30 more minutes.” jiyong tried to shrug off the giddiness he felt inside with the thought that you wanted to see him before going on air as the gdragon. “i thought we could hangout before the show, you know get those nerves off” you smiled knowingly.

“you would think it’s impossible to feel this nervous when you’ve spent almost all of your life in front of cameras” he huffed out a laugh. “no, i think feeling nervous is very valid. you haven’t been voluntarily in the public eye for about 7 years. if it was me, i’d be running out the door right about now.” his laugh echoed throughout the studio at the image of you running away. “seriously, how are you so effortlessly funny?” he was giggling at this point. “woah there, can’t tell you the secret to my humor! wouldn’t want you to do well in that too, considering there’s almost nothing you’re not good at.” he felt his cheeks become heated at your compliment and he prayed it wasn’t visible.

“10 minutes until we go live!” was all it took for him to feel his hands shaking again, his soon to be reality becoming closer by the second. he was lost in thought before he put his hands in his pockets, not wanting you to sense this weakness of his. but you saw. you noticed how he stopped meeting your gaze, how his hands shook before he hid them, and you felt this tug at your heart. you felt helpless with this boundary that you can’t cross.

but when the same voice called for the remaining time, and jiyong became too nervous to notice his hands out of his pockets, still shaking, you pushed the alarms in your head away from the forefront of your mind. your hand reached out to his, wrapping it so that your thumb was resting over the top of his hand, as you give his a gentle squeeze. jiyong looked up, eyes unable to focus on you. “focus on my voice only, ji.” your voice was gentle yet firm, and that’s what slowly brought him back to focus again, his eyes searching for yours. your thumb drew soft, reassuring circles on his soft skin, his body slowly relaxing, feeling safe.

“i’m…i..” jiyong tried to start. “it’s okay, i’m here. we can always talk about it later, just focus on your breathing for me, alright?” how you immediately knew what he wanted to say, he will never know. just like how he never knew why his mind and body never felt this safe with someone, why you felt like the home he’s always longed for. he’s dated before, fell in love before, but not quite like this. he could give you his everything and would do it willingly.

he got up, still holding your hand, and looked back at where all the cameras are. when he turned to you again, you were standing in front of him, arms open, like you are his to hold and he is yours to hold. then he suddenly got this frightening feeling that you might not feel the same, not in the slightest. but as his worries set its claws around his mind, you wrapped your arms around him, and the claws disappeared. you had one arm over his shoulder, the other arm under his arm, nuzzling your head just under his jaw, choosing the most intimate embrace known to man.

he felt the tight knots of his nerves coming undone in your warm embrace – and melted into the hug as he heard a tiny, almost inaudible relieved sigh coming from you. he didn’t care about who was looking and who was not. all he cared about in that moment, and probably for the foreseeable future, is the way you fit perfectly in his arms, like they were made for you. “don’t leave me…please?” you weren’t sure if he was asking about leaving the studio before him, or leaving him at all, but you allowed the fuzzy feeling take over you. “i won’t…” you held him closer, if it was possible “come back to me…will you?” you wanted to make sure that your feelings we mutually growing for one another.

he let go of the embrace, afraid of carrying you and running back home to relish in your warmth, but he pulled away just enough to look at your (e/c) eyes. “if you will take me, then i will go anywhere with you, (y/n).”

you tried your best to hide your flushed cheeks with a distracting smile, but you knew that he’s noticed everything when he returned the smile. “i want to hold your hand and go everywhere and anywhere with you, jiyong.”

[booksandrainyyfilms]

TOO BAD (2025) - G-DRAGON 지드래곤 feat Anderson .Paak