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Got you stuck on my body, like a tattoo
pairing: kwon jiyong x reader
wordcount: 15k | alexa, play 'one more night' by maroon 5
Summary: He can’t stop thinking about you. You're not just a hookup. You're a tattoo in human form—something that stays.
warnings: unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dom!jiyong x sub!reader, one night stand, lots of teasing i guess lmao
Saturday night. Low lights. Velvet sounds of a bass-heavy song humming from the speakers. The kind of night where the air feels heavy with stories waiting to happen.
You sit at the bar—alone but not lonely. A glass of something amber rests between your fingers, untouched. You’re waiting for your friend to get off their shift, but time feels irrelevant when you look the way you do.
Your dress is long, black, elegant. High neck, sheer sleeves. The back? Lace—barely there. A whisper of skin visible down to your lower back. It’s subtle, but Jiyong saw it.
Oh, he saw it the moment you walked in.
He’s been sitting in his usual spot, two seats away, nursing a drink he forgot to taste. His rings clink against the glass as he shifts. He doesn’t even try to hide the way his gaze drags down your silhouette. You’ve noticed. You don’t look at him yet, but you know he’s watching.
Then—
He moves.
He slides into the empty seat beside you, smooth and unhurried. Leans against the counter with a lazy smirk and orders something he doesn’t care about. Just to sit near you. Just to be noticed.
You glance at him. Finally. A beat too slow, like you knew it would matter.
“Nice tattoos,” you say, voice like velvet and smoke. Your eyes flick to the ink curling up his forearm, disappearing under the sleeve of his button-down. Black, rolled just enough to tease. He chuckles, low and amused, and turns to face you.
“You like them?” he asks. His voice is soft, but there’s a weight behind it.
You shrug, take a sip. “Depends. Got any good stories behind them?”
“A few,” he says. “But the better ones haven’t happened yet.”
There it is—the line that makes your lips curl in amusement. The way he watches you now is different. Focused. As if undressing you with his gaze is a casual habit, not a sin.
You tilt your head. “You always this smooth with strangers?”
“Only the ones in lace-back dresses.”
Your laugh is soft, but your eyes stay on him. Matching. Testing. Inviting.
He offers you a drink. You say yes.
By the time the ice melts, your knees are touching.
By the time your friend walks out to greet you—you’re already telling them, “I’ll text you later.”
You swirl the last sip of your drink, eyes locked on Jiyong’s as if he’s already a memory you’re trying to memorize. He leans in just a little, elbow propped on the bar counter, voice dipped in that lazy rasp of his.
“You always let strange men flirt with you this long?”
You grin, chin tilted toward him. “Only when they look like sin with good tattoos.”
He hums, clearly entertained. Then—he tilts his head, gaze slow, deliberate, eyes dragging over you with full intent.
“I live a minute away,” he says. Like it’s nothing. Like it’s everything.
You blink once. Slow. Let it hang.
“And?”
His smirk deepens.
“And I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes thinking about how that lace would look on my bedroom floor.”
Your stomach flips. His tone? Filthy. His eyes? Honest.
“You always talk like that?”
“Only when I mean it.”
That’s all it takes. No more pretense.
You stand up, graceful. He’s up right after you, walking side by side down the quiet street lit by flickering lamps and the hum of the city around you.
His hand finds the small of your back—low. Lower. Thumb slipping along your spine, almost possessive. You feel heat bloom across your skin. He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t have to.
You reach his building in seconds, heart pounding like it’s been sprinting.
The elevator door slides open. You step in. He follows.
The doors close.
Silence—just for a breath.
Then—
Jiyong moves.
One hand on your cheek, the other sliding down your back again—this time under the lace. His mouth crashes into yours, hungry and hot, tongue tasting like heat and need. You respond instantly—fingers fisting into his shirt, pressing your body into his as his lips part yours wider, deeper.
His teeth graze your lower lip. His hand grips your waist like he’s claiming it.
Ding.
The door opens.
You stumble into the hallway, half-laughing, breathless, still tangled in each other. He barely fumbles with his key, kisses you again while unlocking it. The door slams behind you.
And just like that, you’re in his space.
His world.
And it’s about to get a whole lot wilder.
The door shuts with a heavy click.
You're both still panting, swollen lips barely an inch apart. Jiyong’s hand lingers at your waist, thumb grazing your bare skin where the lace ends. His eyes search yours—not for permission, but for restraint.
He steps back. Just a bit.
“Shoes off,” he says, voice thick.
You toe them off slowly, watching him. He watches you right back—hungry eyes trailing over the way the dress hugs every curve.
“Want a drink?” he asks, moving to the kitchen but not really giving you space to answer.
“Sure.”
You follow, feet padding silently on the floor. He pours something dark into a glass—hands you one. The air between you crackles. You take a sip, eyes never leaving his.
“You always bring girls home like this?” you ask, feigning casual.
His lips twitch.
“I don’t usually get lucky enough to meet someone who makes backless lace dresses look like a crime scene waiting to happen.”
You nearly choke on your drink, laughing. “Wow.”
“Truth,” he says, stepping closer again. “You walked in, and I swear—I thought I imagined you.”
His fingers trail along your back again, just brushing. Like he’s memorizing the curve. Like he doesn’t want to rush.
“You planning on imagining me all night, or...?”
He hums. Leans in.
“I’d rather trace every inch of you first. Then maybe… tattoo the memory.”
You feel it—deep in your gut. That slow unraveling. Like every nerve is being strummed.
You’re pressed against the kitchen counter now. His hand cups your jaw, mouth inches from yours again.
But he doesn’t kiss you.
No.
He just... hovers.
Waits.
Like he’s daring you to make the next move.
Your breath is shaky. The tension’s unbearable.
Jiyong's fingers tighten around your jaw—gently, but firm enough to say don't move. His thumb drags across your lower lip, slow. Measured.
“You gonna let me taste you,” he murmurs, “or do I have to beg for it?”
You barely nod before his mouth is on yours—hot, messy, hungry. His kiss isn't a question. It’s a declaration. Like he’s claiming you for every second you ghosted through his mind before tonight.
He lifts you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cold marble shocking against your thighs as he nudges the skirt of your dress up.
“Lace,” he mutters against your throat, “and no panties. You’re a damn menace.”
You tilt your head back, gasping as his mouth drags down your neck, tongue teasing, teeth scraping. He kneels—right there on the cold tile—and spreads you with those tattooed hands like he’s about to worship.
And he does.
Tongue slow, deliberate. Deep.
He licks through your folds like he needs it to survive, like this is the first taste of water after weeks in a desert. Your hands grip the edge of the counter, knuckles white as he sucks your clit, hums low in his throat, then plunges two fingers inside—crooked just right.
Your legs shake.
“Shit, oh my gosh—”
He looks up at you, mouth shiny, lips curved. “You taste better than sin, baby.”
Then you come.
Hard.
Back arching, hand flying to your mouth to keep from screaming, thighs closing around his head—but he doesn’t stop. He wants the aftershocks. He chases them.
“Not done with you,” he rasps, standing and lifting you like you weigh nothing.
He carries you—your dress hiked up, chest heaving, body limp with pleasure. The moment he drops you onto his bed, he peels the lace off your shoulders and throws it to the floor like it offended him.
His inked body is lit by moonlight filtering through the blinds—muscled, lean, and trembling for you.
He climbs over you, eyes locked with yours.
“This isn’t just a night,” he says quietly. “This is me making sure you never forget me.”
Then he sinks in.
Slow.
Deep.
Stretching you until you're gasping and digging your nails into his back.
Jiyong groans as he pushes all the way in, hips flush against yours. He stills there, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “So warm. So fucking perfect.”
Your hands run down his back, nails dragging lightly along his spine. He starts to move—slow, deliberate thrusts, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.
“You like it slow, baby?” he murmurs, kissing your jaw, your neck. “Want me to take my time with you?”
You nod, too breathless to speak.
He rocks into you, deeper now. Every roll of his hips drags a gasp out of your throat, his pelvis hitting your clit just right. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, holding him close, locking him in.
"You're mine tonight," he breathes into your skin. "Right? Say it."
“Yours,” you whisper, arching under him.
His hand slides under your thigh, gripping tight as he starts moving faster—deeper. The bed creaks under you, the air thick with heat and sweat and the sound of skin on skin.
“Fucking look at me,” he pants.
You do. Eyes wide, dazed, hazy with lust.
He kisses you—sloppy and desperate, all teeth and tongue—then pulls back just enough to watch your face as he fucks you.
“You’re unreal,” he says. “Like a dream I didn’t know I had.”
Your moans are getting louder, your hips moving to meet his thrusts, chasing that edge.
“I’m close,” you gasp. “oh my gosh—”
He grips your chin, makes you look at him. “Come for me. Right now.”
You fall apart beneath him, trembling, crying out his name as pleasure tears through you. He fucks you through it, then chokes out a curse as he follows—deep, hard, moaning your name into your neck.
When it’s over, he collapses beside you, chest heaving.
You lie in silence, tangled in each other, skin damp, breathing heavy.
But the peace is short-lived.
Because when Jiyong wakes up the next morning—
You’re gone.
No note. No number. Not even a name.
Just the faint scent of your perfume on his pillow.
And he’s never been haunted like this in his life.
—
Jiyong wakes slowly, the sunlight streaming through the cracks in his blinds, warming the cool sheets. His body aches in that good way—the kind of ache you get when you’ve been thoroughly fucked. He stretches, groaning softly, and reaches out for the warmth beside him.
Nothing.
His eyes snap open, and the empty space beside him is a punch to his gut. He sits up, the blankets falling away from his chest, a sense of dread settling in his stomach.
Where are you?
His mind races—last night, the bar, the walk back to his apartment. The way you kissed him, the way you fit so perfectly under him. But now, it's as if you vanished into thin air.
"Shit," he mutters, rubbing his face with both hands.
He swings his legs off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor. His head feels heavy, foggy from sleep, but that’s not what’s bothering him. What bothers him is the deafening silence in his apartment. The absence of your body next to his is louder than anything he’s ever heard.
He stands up and heads to the bathroom, splashing water on his face, trying to shake off the nagging feeling in his chest.
Nothing.
No note. No sign of you anywhere. Just the lingering scent of your perfume and the heat of your body still in his sheets.
He checks his phone, hoping for a message, but there’s nothing. No text. No missed calls.
"Fuck," he curses, running his hands through his hair.
He grabs his shirt off the floor, throwing it on, then rushes out of his apartment. He stands outside for a moment, breathing in the cool morning air. His mind is spinning. He can’t focus, can’t think straight.
What the fuck happened?
Last night, it was so fucking good. But now, it’s like you just disappeared. Like a ghost.
He walks down to the elevator, his phone in hand, trying to pull himself together. His thoughts are a mess. Why the hell didn’t she leave a number? Why didn’t she say goodbye?
But what really haunts him is this:
You made him feel something. Something deep. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.
And now you're gone.
—
It starts off casual. A conversation with his bartender friend.
“You saw her, right?” Jiyong mutters, spinning his glass of soda absently. “Last Friday night. Lace-back dress. Sat at the end of the bar.”
The bartender raises a brow. “You know how many girls wear lace to this place?”
“Yeah, but she—” he cuts himself off. No use trying to explain. “She was different.”
He checks the bar again the next night. And again. And again.
He scrolls through socials. Nothing. He doesn't even know what to search.
One day, he thinks about asking the bar’s CCTV footage—but he doesn’t want to seem desperate.
Until it eats him alive.
He opens Instagram. Searches local tagged photos from that night. Scrolls. For hours.
And then—there’s a picture. Blurry. Taken across the bar. She’s not even the subject. Just background. A flash of her back. That lace.
Jiyong zooms in.
“Got you,” he whispers, heart racing. “Now I just need your name.”
The blurry photo gives him just enough.
A tag on the post. Someone who was there. A friend of a friend, maybe.
Jiyong doesn’t hesitate—he messages the person who posted it.
hey. random but do you know the girl in the back of this pic?
He stares at the message. Deletes it. Rewrites it with a little charm.
hey! this might sound weird but i’m trying to find someone and i think she’s in the background of your photo from the bar on friday. any chance you know her?
It takes hours.
He nearly gives up.
Then:
"Oh, that’s Juwon’s coworker. Why?"
“I think she left something important,” he replies, vague. “I’d like to return it.”
Half-true. She left a mark on him he’s not sure will fade.
Eventually, someone gives him a first name.
Then a profile.
It’s private.
No posts. One profile pic—blurry, distant. But it’s her.
He debates sending a message. Fingers hover over the keyboard.
Hey. We met the other night at the bar... You probably didn’t mean for it to happen like that, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
Delete.
Too intense.
Hey. I think you left something at my place.
Lame. And a lie.
Finally, he just types what he means.
I know it was supposed to be one night. But I can’t get you out of my head. Can we talk?
He hits send.
Then stares at the screen like it owes him a miracle.
Your POV
The sheets are tangled around your legs.
Warmth lingers on your skin, but the other side of the bed is cold.
Jiyong had stirred at some point, pulled the blanket higher over your shoulders, kissed your shoulder in his sleep.
You should’ve left then.
But you didn’t want to. Not yet.
Now, golden morning light filters through the sheer curtains, soft and unbothered by the chaos that had happened the night before—kitchen counters, bedroom moans, lace bunched on the floor.
You sit up slowly, dragging a hand through your hair.
His scent is all over you. Musky, dark, citrus with something you can’t name but want to keep. You glance back at him—still asleep, lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, lips parted just enough to remind you of last night.
God.
You exhale shakily.
It wasn’t supposed to be like that. One drink, one night, no names.
But you hadn’t expected him to be so soft when he held you, so gentle in the in-betweens.
Or to kiss you like he’d been waiting for you.
You tiptoe around the room, collecting your things.
Dress—wrinkled.
Shoes—under the couch.
Dignity—somewhere in the sheets, probably.
Your hand hovers over the kitchen counter. A pen. A sticky note.
You almost write something. Your name. A number.
But you don’t.
You can’t.
If he knows who you are, things get complicated.
If he looks you up, remembers where he’s seen you before—the bar isn’t the only place you’ve passed through his world.
You know who he is. Of course you do.
You just pretended not to.
And now you’re pretending you’re brave enough to walk away.
Your phone vibrates. Your friend is downstairs, waiting in the car. Perfect timing. You open the door quietly, take one last look at him, and leave without making a sound.
Later That Week…
You’re scrolling through Instagram when a DM pops up.
@peaceminusone
I know it was supposed to be one night. But I can’t get you out of my head. Can we talk?
Your stomach flips.
You hadn’t expected him to try.
Your thumb hovers over the screen.
Typing…
Backspace.
Typing again.
Should you ghost him? Should you risk it?
But the truth is…
You haven’t stopped thinking about him either.
You stare at his DM for a full five minutes.
You type.
“You’re not supposed to remember me.”
Backspace.
You type again.
“It was just a night.”
Backspace. Backspace. Backspace.
Your thumb taps the screen again—faster this time, like if you hesitate, you’ll chicken out.
“I didn’t mean to disappear. I just… thought it’d be easier.”
You pause. Inhale. Exhale. Your fingers hover.
Then, with a kind of reckless honesty:
“But I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”
Send.
Delivered.
Read.
You swear your heart skips when the typing bubble pops up almost instantly.
“You thought it’d be easier to haunt me like that?”
Typing…
“You left like it meant nothing. I thought maybe it was nothing to you.”
Typing…
“But now you’re telling me you’ve been thinking about me too?”
Typing…
“Where are you.”
“Come back.”
“I don’t care if it was supposed to be just one night. I’m not done with you yet.”
You stare at the screen.
Jiyong's words pulse in your chest like a heartbeat you’ve been ignoring.
You type slow this time.
“It wasn’t nothing to me.”
Send.
Typing…
“I just didn’t know what it was supposed to be.”
Send.
“But I think I want to find out.”
And after a pause — short, nervous, honest:
“Send me the address.”
[7:15 PM]
[Dropped pin]
“I’ll be waiting.”
You don’t even change. Just grab your keys, your bag, and leave your apartment like something is pulling you by the wrist.
The moment you see him again, standing just outside the door of his building — black tee, tattoos peeking at his neck, eyes locked on you — it’s like time folds.
You stop in front of him. He doesn’t say a word.
Then:
“I knew you’d come back.”
And then he’s pulling you into him, mouth crashing into yours — familiar and feverish, just like the last time, but heavier now.
More urgent. More real.
Like neither of you are letting the other vanish again.
—
Author's note: no cuz when i saw a one more night jiyong edit on tiktok, i knew i had to write LMFAO i had to fucking edit this for the 9th time because the pictures kept on glitching omfg
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PLEASE, NO
Kwon Jiyong x Reader
Summary: a type of surprise a true Tumblr person (aka all of us lol) won't be happy about
A/N: this is a crack fic but i'm still in awe we collectively decided that this have never happened
Trigger warnings: none
Word count: 1.3k
"Jagia, I have something to show you!"
Jiyong busted into your living room, startling you while you were eating your 2pm breakfast, comfortably spread out on the sofa, the bowl with milk and cornflakes in your hands, nearly spilling everything on yourself when Jiyong jumped in front of you, smile hysterically wide.
"I bought a new car for us, baby!"
The way you literally choked on your cornflakes made Jiyong laugh. You stood up on the wobbly mattress, trying to balance, eyes resembling two black holes glued to Jiyong, who was already holding you to prevent from falling and spilling everything.
"A car???" You knew Jiyong l-o-v-e-s cars, but you thought he will announce it beforehand, so you could brag about it and tease him and just be the passenger princess in waiting. "Where? What car? Is it Porshe? Bugatti?.."
You tried to guess, but at every brand you named Jiyong was shaking his head. Was it a "no" or was it "I won't tell you", you couldn't tell, but your anticipation took over you.
"I wanna see!" you shoved the bowl into Jiyong's hands, jumping off the sofa and running to the wardrobe to change your pajamas to something at least a bit presentable. His laughter resonating through the rooms.
"So, is it... Is it... Is it a sport car? Or a family-like car?" you screamed from the garderobe, straggling with tugging the turtleneck over your head.
"It's better, baby!" Jiyong was being mysterious as always.
"I'm ready!" You sprinted out of the room to Jiyong, childlike smile shining on your face as you tried your best to act normal.
Jiyong smirked, looking you up and down. "All pretty for the good ride?"
You almost squealed yes, but kept it together.
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"Okay, Jagi, wait!" Jiyong's laughter ringed though the underground parking just in time. You stopped, looking back at him as he was running towards you. "Wait, don't spoil the surprise."
He covered your eyes with his hands, placing his chin on your shoulder and guiding you to the right place, one step at a time.
"Just a few more steps, Jagiya."
You fingers were curled around Jiyong's, you felt his chest on your back as he was pushing you forward. You squirmed, laughing, and he felt your cheeks lifting up by your smile.
"Okay, ready?" He whispered, the nod followed immediately after. "Isn't she absolutely amazing?"
He opned your eyes and jumped to the side to be able to see your face.
Your smile dropped as soon as you saw THIS.
You blinked a few times, zoning in on the car, scanning it through and through, zero words leaving your mouth as you parted your lips and closed them again.
Slowly, you looked at Jiyong, then back at the car, and back at Jiyong.
"Please, no." you couldn't even say it, the air escaping your lungs carried the words barely audibly. "Tell me it's a prank, tell me you did not buy... It..."
Your vague gestures at the miserable image of the real car, the ridiculous vehicle, monstrous deathtrap sent cold waves of shivers down Jiyong's neck. "Jagi, you don't like it?"
He pouted. He pouted and he thought it was going to help him drag you into liking the peace of metal wrap, but even from the thought of liking it your face visibly shivered.
"Yeobo, I know you love to turn your every public appearance into a massive scene, but this," you gestured dramatically at the car not daring to look at it. "this is too much!"
The huge ass Tesla Cybertruck was parked in Jiyong's parking, almost two times as huge as his Rolls Royce and billion times more ugly and tasteless.
Jiyong's face went blank. You could spot a little panic, but overall, blank. He thought you would like it, you liked everything high-end and hyped up. Cybertruck was just like that. The only Cybertruck in Seoul. The most hot item worldwide and your man just got it. Impressive, one of a kind, some magic stuff he thought your reaction to that would be.
"But Jagi!.." he trotted to the car, looking ridiculous standing near this huge peace of metal, the tiniest man to ever live on that planet. "Let's have a ride, it's so nice in there!"
He opned the passenger door, shaking his head in the direction of the seat, but you only huffed, crossing your hands on your chest.
"You won't drag my ass into that car!"
"But Jagi, who will be my passenger princess?" he groaned, eyes pleading with you, but his teary veiled calf-like cutie eyes are not strong enough to move you.
"Ask Zoa." You turned around on the tips of your sneakers, making a few steps towards the elevator. "But no, you know what? I won't risk my baby, ask Soohyuk instead, he'll gladly be your passenger princess, you're guys are ride or die."
When you pressed the elevator button, you darted a glare at Jiyong. "Just don't die for real, please."
You left him standing alone in the chilly parking lot, puzzled, absolutely stanned. Jiyong watched as you disappeared in the elevator, not a single word escaping his bewildered mind.
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"Why?"
The door blew open, almost shattering the wall with it's handle.
"Jagi, why?"
Jiyong ran into the living room, where you were sitting with your laptop, searching something on the net. He stood behind the table, panting and squirming, his hands froze in the mid air.
Man truly couldn't figure out what was so incredibly wrong with that car. Uh. You groaned, lifting your gaze from the laptop screen to Jiyong slowly, giving him time to understand how annoyed you were with this stupid car.
"First of all," you looked him dead in the eyes, sending a shiver to run down Jiyong's neck. "we do not support Elon Musk in this house. Second of all," you turned the laptop to Jiyong, gesturing him to take a look. "this car is a fucking deathtrap, Jiyong. Kill it before it kills you, I beg you."
Jiyong devoured the articles you have found, each and every one of them about how someone died inside the car, either from the car blowing up or it's door locking, not letting the driver to get out. His face visibly shivered, his upper lip curling in a mix of disbelief and disgust.
"And this fucker can see whatever the hell people are doing in this car," you reached for his chin over the laptop and lifted it carefully to meet his gaze. "so forget about your late night car blowjobs..."
"I hate this car..." Jiyong whispered airly, looking at you with a weak frown. "I could live with the thought of getting blown up, but the blowjob part took me..."
You rolled your eyes, scoffing.
Lifting your hand to your face, palm open, you started curling fingers. "It's ugly. It's Musk's. It's dangerous. It's not private..." you stopped, eyes wandering over Jiyong as you have been formulating the fifth reason why this car is a peace of trash.
"No blowjobs..." Jiyong sighted, curling your pinky finger, audibly battling the low chuckle.
"Please, get rid of it..." it was your time to plead, your eyes as soft and round as boba balls.
Jiyong sighted, a little raspy aishh rolling off his lips.
"I can't. It's not cool... I'll keep it but I won't drive it, I swear."
"Pinky swear?" you reached for him, straightening your pinky finger.
"Pinky swear." he chuckled, wrapping his own pinky around yours, locking your fingers together. Jiyong tugged on it suddenly, making you lean forward, and kissed you thought smile. "What things you make me do, Jagiya."
I swear to G(o)D idk how we, as a Tumblr netizens, don't talk about the fucking Cybertruck lmao i'm not sure if it's his his, but man had way too much joy driving it
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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.
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Pairing: Jiyong x Reader (y/n)
Summary: You get the opportunity to be the lead photographer for G-Dragon’s next editorial shoot. What you thought would be a typical day at your job, blossoms into something more.
A/N: this is my first fic ever. i have been cooking this one for a few weeks since the vogue photoshoot. so hopefully i did jiyong justice :')
Warnings: sorry it’s gonna be a SLOOOOWWWW BURNNNNNN. also probs horribly planned photoshoot logistics. also probs weird writing. also mostly awkward yet fluffy flirty behavior. anyways.
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You’re not necessarily new to working with celebrities. In fact, many A-Listers seek out your work since you’ve been deemed as the best editorial photographer in Seoul, something you worked very hard towards since you decided to pursue a creative path after working a dead end desk job that made you question your own worth and sanity. You always had photography to lean back on, as a way to escape from the stressors in your life. It was your way of seeing a new perspective of the world around you, and helped you bring the visions you had in your head to life. It was scary to take the leap into this new world, as you were unsure if it was a good idea to turn your hobby into a career. But once you did, you felt free and like you were your authentic self, finally. Expressing your creativity with your camera was what brought you the most peace and joy, and you felt honored to have the career you have now, where you can capture and share your creativity with others.
You were grateful you got to work with so many talented individuals in the industry, but when your boss told you you’d be the lead photographer for G-Dragon’s (yes, THE G-Dragon) next editorial photoshoot, you felt a wave of shock and uneasiness move through your body. You hadn’t worked with him before, never even met him, so why the hell were you feeling like this all of a sudden? A part of you knows he’s just another celebrity, but then there’s the other part that also realizes HE IS the celebrity everyone aspires to be. His creativity, fashion, and music has shaped the music industry into what it is today, and it’s no doubt that his presence can be felt everywhere.
You snapped yourself out of all your thoughts, concluding that these feelings was just your imposter syndrome creeping in.
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You had stayed up late the past few nights prepping for this shoot. Lots of mood boards filled with themes, colors, outfits, and poses that you had in mind plastered all over your desktop. You had hopped on a few calls with his team to brainstorm ideas. This was a big moment for him and his team it seemed like, since this was his first editorial appearance that coincided with his comeback after 7 years. After much back and forth, you and his team decided that the theme of the shoot would be Transformation, something you had pitched to them from a place of experience of going through your own version of it. You weren’t sure if it was the delusions in your head, but you had an inkling that G-Dragon had also gone on a similar path to you as well, so it felt fitting to have this be the theme to celebrate his appearance. Kind of like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
’Maybe that’s why I feel nervous…’ you think to yourself as you start your commute to the shoot location for the day, a random warehouse. You wanted to get there early to scope out the area, and mentally prepare for the long day ahead. It was gonna be hectic with all the outfit and set changes, so you thought it was a smart move to settle in early at the warehouse so you can clear your mind so you can confidently work your magic behind the camera.
You walk into the building with all your camera gear, thinking that you were the only person here. But as you look around, you notice a tall and slender figure from a distance, hanging out in what looks to be the dressing room. You walk towards the room, praying that it’s not some serial killer plotting to lure you in then kill you. What a tragic way to go out honestly.. I might need to stop listening to True Crime podcasts before bed. As you walk towards the room, you notice the sun peeking in from the windows above, shining down on this unfamiliar figure. It was almost like a scene in a movie, where the character walks towards the golden ticket. The warehouse was still pretty empty, so the only noise you could hear was the slight wind blowing against the window. Shaking your nerves away, you quietly enter the room and start making your way towards the mysterious person.
‘Hi! I didn’t think anyone else would be here this earl— oh shit’ you realized who was standing in front of you. ‘Oh gosh, hi.’ Ah shit, why were you blushing all of a sudden…
‘Oh hey, I didn’t think you’d be the first one here.’ He says. ‘Y/n right?’ You nod your head. Here you were, standing in front of G-Dragon himself. He was holding a cup of coffee in one hand, while also holding one of the mood boards you made in the other, studying pretty intently before you had walked in. You had thought you’d be more of a nervous wreck interacting with him, but you felt more at ease than ever. Calm even.
‘I’m excited for this shoot today, y/n. I’ve always admired your work. Even looking at these mood boards, I can tell how much thought and care you put into your photography.’ He says before taking a sip of his coffee. You smile and bow your head a bit, hoping he didn’t see how flushed your cheeks were getting.
‘That’s very kind, thank you. It’s truly an honor to get to work with you today, GD’
‘You can just call me Jiyong. No need to be proper with me,’. Jiyong. Suddenly you felt your heart rate pick up a bit, while also questioning why, out of anyone, he’d allow someone like you to call him by his first name.
You shook your thoughts away, as you remembered he was still standing in front of you. ’Jiyong, thank you. I appreciate the kind words, truly.’ Not wanting to interrupt your setup time, he lets you get to preparing for the day.
The room stays silent for a bit as you try to get all your equipment ready before everyone else arrives. Jiyong is sitting at the end of the table, still studying the mood boards you had made for today. He’d glance up at you once in awhile, observing what you were doing. Every time he did, his heart would beat a little faster. Strange feeling, huh. Before he could shake the feelings off, he notices the camera in your hand, peaking his interest even more.
‘Oh, you shoot film too?’ He walks towards you, pointing at your most prized possession in your hand — your medium format film camera you inherited from your aunt. The person and item that really fueled your passion for photography.
‘Oh yeah, I love shooting on film. I’d say I prefer it over digital’ you say shyly. You hold it up proudly to show him, ’I was thinking we could grab a couple of shots on this ancient thing. We don’t have to use these shots for the magazine obviously, but I think it would be fun to play around with it today.’
‘I hope you remember to develop them though. Because this is such a brilliant idea.’ He exclaims, as he starts ruffling with his pink hair. ‘I knew I picked the right photographer for this. I had a feeling that this was meant to be in some way.’
You froze at his statement. Meant to be? you repeated the last part over and over. You were unsure of how to even reply. Did he really mean it, or was he just being nice and charming? Or both?
‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to develop them. You just won’t know when,’ you jokingly say. Aish, was that the best you could do?
Fidgeting a little bit, he tries to come up with a witty response to your lighthearted joke, but his thoughts are interrupted due to the sounds of hurried footsteps and slamming doors. Shoot day has begun. Without thinking, you take a quick photo of him lost in his thoughts, “Let’s have some fun today, yea?”
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The photoshoot was smooth-sailing, with barely any hiccups besides maybe a few makeup and wardrobe errors. Despite those minuscule moments, everyone was chirpy and impressed at how you were working. The way you commanded the space, the way Jiyong followed your lead during the shoot had everyone in awe.
‘Y/N really is amazing at their craft.. maybe a God even’ ‘I’ve never seen someone work so hard until seeing Y/N today. Phenomenal work honestly’ his team would murmur in the background.
‘Alright, that’s a wrap for today!’ you yell as you take the last shot of Jiyong, who was sitting on a swing in front of an orange background, wearing a very clean and sparkly Chanel ensemble. Only he would be able to pull this off. You walk over to him, give him a little tap on his shoulder, and show him the photos you had taken for the past few hours. When he leans in a little closer to look at the photos, you could feel heat rush to your cheeks. He’s not even touching you in any way, but the way you feel like you could melt as he smiles and shows admiration for your vision. There was something so special about this moment, and this feeling that you had around him was just …
‘These are great, y/n! But…what about the film photos? You have to get a better shot of me than that candid shot you got this morning’ his tone had a slight playfulness, but mostly seriousness. How could you forget about that candid you took this morning on your favorite camera in the world… that Jiyong was also interested in.
‘But you lost in thought is soooo on brand for you though.’ You joke as you lightly nudge his shoulder a little bit. He chuckled, getting a little shy at your comment. Is Kwon Jiyong getting shy around me? ‘How about we do some personality shots on the film camera? You’ve been in G-Dragon mode all day today. I’d like to capture some moments of you being you, Jiyong.’ You suggest breaking the tension between the both of you, although you’re starting to very much enjoy whatever was happening during this moment.
Shocked, he looks at you with such deep sincerity and smiles, ’No one’s ever suggested that before. I’m down for that.’ He stands up and gives you a quick side hug, something you both didn’t expect and leaves you both a little flustered, but there’s a part of you that wishes he would do that again. ‘Aish I’m sorry I didn’t know what came over me.’
‘Don’t be. It didn’t bother me at all.’ You reassured, as you leaned in closer to him, beaming a warm smile. ‘Let’s let everyone know that we’re gonna take some film photos, yea?’
‘How about…we let them focus on cleaning up? I’d like it to just be the both of us only, if that’s ok’
‘What about the outfits? Make up?’
‘You said you wanted to capture Jiyong, not G-Dragon. I don’t always need to be dressed up’ he exclaims, as he starts making the way to the rack of clothes, pulling out his favorite knit sweater and a pair of jeans. ‘Now this is a Jiyong outfit. Plus a beanie because it’s cold right now. This can be my outfit for this part of the shoot yea?’
It hit you in the moment that this was indeed, Kwon Jiyong. The fact that he felt so comfortable showing this side of him — this softer, more gentler side of him that he rarely gets to show in the public eye, made you feel warm and fuzzy. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, as you’re now eager to understand him more. But you were also hesitant to do so, as you also felt unsure why he felt so comfortable with you all of a sudden.
‘Y/n? Everything good?’
‘Jiyong, I have to ask.. Why do you want it to be us two only? Don’t you need your team to help you with anything too?’
‘I just… feel like I want to spend time with you away from everyone. There’s something pulling me towards you, as weird as that sounds.’ Your eyes widen before breaking out into a small smile. ‘You have a presence that I’m curious about, Y/N.’
As much as you wanted to drop everything you were doing and run away with him (or maybe you wanted to run away in general because this was a lot for you to process), you were reminded that you were still working, on set, and that if your manager found out about this interaction that he’d probably talk your ear off about unprofessional this all was. You reminded yourself of this and refocused your energy on getting back to the task at hand.
‘Okay that’s very sweet of you, but logistics wise – how should I send these photos to you? Should I deliver these to your team?’ you were trying to be as professional as possible after Jiyong basically confessed he was intrigued by you. This was your way of avoiding your emotions that could explode at any moment. This man is making my job hard today, but I’m kinda up for this challenge.
‘Well… you could share it with me when I take you out to dinner? How does that sound?’ you look at him with wide eyes. The nerve of this man honestly. There was no way you could keep this professional anymore. Not when Jiyong was smirking at you, anxiously waiting for your response to his offer.
You blink once, maybe twice, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks before responding to him. ‘Kwon Jiyong, are you asking me out on a date… while on set?’
‘Yea, there’s no problem with that. I’m G-Dragon after all’ he winks at you before taking your camera out of your hand. ’Now smile!’ He runs away with the camera, taking random pictures of himself, the set, and of you.
‘YA! That thing is expensive and PRECIOUS!!!!’ you say as you run after him.
Professionalism wasn’t really in the picture anymore, because you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter for you both. A special chapter – one that you never really expected, one that you definitely didn’t want to get out of. You knew this chapter that you were stepping into with Jiyong, was going to be a transformative one to say the least. But hey, some of the best photos you’ve captured come from special moments like these, anyways.
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hope y'all enjoyed!! ♡
i might write an epilogue for this... maybe
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Brother's Best Friend
G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Tensions between you and your brother's best friend come to a head. Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), fingering, oral (both receiving), pet names, a little bit of Dom Jiyong, teasing, not a lot of fluff, some angst i think. Prompt 10 "Yeah, keep telling yourself that" A/N: Thank you so much for all the love and support. Be aware, smut writing may get a little slower as it's starting to feel repetitive for me, so I might need breaks. Thank you for 100 followers! I hope you guys enjoy the event. To be tagged in the event or future fics please comment (specify which one please)
Being Choi Seunghyun’s little sister comes with it’s fair share of… situations. Camera’s taking pictures, fan’s wanting to know how he’s doing or wanting pictures, living in his shadow a little, but it wasn’t as bad as some would think.
You definitely took advantage of the perks. Free stuff, PR packages when you promised to review products, getting to travel the world with him when he could bring you on tour and the new family you made in Daesung and Youngbae.
However, Jiyong, Jiyong wasn’t a brother to you at all and you didn’t want him to be. When you first met the guys, you thought he was cute. You’d get nervous around him and he could tell, teasing you playfully every so often, and chuckling whenever he noticed you shrink back into your shell. That was years ago though.
But, your feelings hadn’t gone away, neither had the teasing and as much as you tried to tell yourself you didn’t like him, that he was some big star who wouldn’t look at you twice, your feelings couldn’t be denied.
You walk into the apartment, Jiyong sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. He doesn’t peek up from his phone; he knows its you.
“Where’s my brother?” your voice comes off a little colder than you mean for it to. But to be honest, you thought the best way to get over your little crush was to be cold and short, even if your heart does a skip a beat when you see him. Jiyong had grown accustom to this, not letting it phase him.
“Out getting food,” he mumbles as he scrolls on his phone. You purse your lips and nod, taking your things to your room.
You walk back out of your room only to be met by your brother’s best friend.
“Uh, excuse you,” you try to say and he just smirks. You roll your eyes trying to move around him but he blocks you. Your feet attempt to carry you the other way but he moves in sync with you. You sigh flustered by his actions, accompanied with an eye roll and light pink cheeks.
“You go this way,” you point to your left, “and I’ll go this way,” you say pointing to your right.
You go to move right and he follows you again, a cocky smile finding it’s way onto his face.
Smug.
“Jiyong, seriously, get out of my way,” You attempt to gently push him to the side, but he gently catches your wrists. He walks toward you, backing you up against the wall.
“How long are we gonna do this, hmm? Dance around each other like there’s nothing here,” His eyes pierce into you, voice dripping with desire. His eyes search yours, flicking down to your lips before going back up.
“What are you talking about?” Your voice comes out slightly shaky and you try to calm your hammering heart.
“This little song and dance we do. Well, that you do,” he corrects himself, “Where you act like you can’t stand me.”
“I can’t,” you say with your head held high but Jiyong just chuckles at you. He lets go of your wrists, hands caging you in against the wall.
He leans in, lips barely touching your ear, “Yeah keep telling yourself that,” he chuckles as you swallow the lump in your throat. You would swear your heartbeat was the loudest thing in the room.
“Seunghyun will be home any minute,” you go to protest but he cuts you off.
“You think I can’t see it,” his brow quirks at the question, “How you look at me when you don’t think I’m watching.”
You roll your eyes, “With disgust and disdain?” The words come out snarky, proud and totally see through. He tuts, leaning his forehead in so close it’s almost touching yours.
“With lust and desire,” his voice is low, teasing, a hand falls to your hip as his body now presses against yours. You’re looking just past him, trying not to stare at his lips.
“I can sense how I make you feel,” he whispers once again in your ear; an obvious shiver runs down your spine making your body shake under him. You take a breath, his cologne hitting your nostrils, soft but spicy. His eyes rake up and down your body.
“How nervous you get when I walk into the room, the way your face,” he brushes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, “blushes when my eyes linger a little too long,” he smirks.
“Oh, just like that,” he teases with a smug grin as the crimson tint paints your cheeks as if on que. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes mixing as you inhale every breath has you intoxicated.
“Come on, y/n, you know your heart races anytime you’re near me,” he puts his hand on your chest feeling the faint thud that’s hammering in your ears.
“See?” He draws out. You inhale another shaky breath. His hand still rests on your face while the other dares not to move from your chest.
You aren’t sure who leans in first, who starts it or where you both begin or end, but your lips find each other, hot, needy and messy, no rhyme or rhythm. Teeth knocking, tongues fighting and your body betrays you by pulling him closer by his shirt. Your senses dull for a moment, practically drunk on his lips.
His lips are soft against yours, despite the pressure of his mouth. His tongue darts between your lips, small whimpers being swallowed by his mouth as they escape yours.
You can feel him smirk against the kiss.
“Cocky bastard,” you mumble. He chuckles against you.
“You love it,” he mumbles as his hands run up and down your sides, your arms around his neck.
Before anything can go any further, Seunghyun’s key is in the lock. You gasp against him and push him off you. Both of your lips are swollen; Jiyong’s smirk ever present. Just as Seunghyun shuts the door, he looks at the two of you with a raised brow.
“Everything ok in here?” Jiyong wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Great, y/n was just showing me mouth to mouth," his eyes flit to you, "With us going to the Maldives, it could be a useful skill.” He chuckles, noting the pink tinted flesh of your face.
“I didn’t know you knew the kiss of life,” Seunghyun remarks as he sets the food out. You roll your eyes as Jiyong stifles a full-on laugh. You swat his arm as you walk past him into the kitchen.
Seunghyun hands you your food and you escape into your room.
The rest of the night you can hear Jiyong and your brother laughing, shouting at the tv, and over all having a really good time. You huff as you leave your room, trying to walk out confidently in your all too revealing pj’s.
You pass them into the kitchen to grab a drink when you hear your brother’s voice.
“Grab me a bottle of wine, would you?” Jiyong walks into the kitchen, noting your short sleep shorts and bites his bottom lip, the way it hugs your hips and ass causing him to grow in his pants.
“Such a tease,” you stiffen as his hands come to your hips, lips next to your ear.
“Wearing that for me, all innocent looking,” he groans softly in your ear, your resolve buckling quickly as you feel a slight heat between your legs.
“It’s like your begging me to fuck you right here, with your brother in the next room,” his tongue darts out over your ear and your eyes flutter close with your mouth parting ever so slightly, a slight exhale leaving your lips.
He places a feather-like kiss to your neck, a small gasp escaping you as his tongue licks a small strip of skin.
He chuckles darkly as he, hesitantly, lets you go and grabs your brother the wine he requested. He takes one last look at you before shaking his head with a smile and walking back into the living room. You take a moment to steady yourself, chugging the water in your glass.
You walk back to your room, biting a smile back the whole time.
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Later that night you get a knock on your door. You open and it and before he can be stopped Jiyong shoves his way into your room, pinning you against the back of your door. His breathing is heavy, pupils are slightly enlarged and his heart is pounding against his chest.
He takes your hand placing it to his chest.
“See what you do to me, jagiya?” He teases and like usual, a slight blush appears on your cheeks as you draw your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Oh, don’t go getting shy on me now, baby. You thought you could tease me and get away with it?” He nibbles on your ear lobe. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel the muscles in your stomach tighten at his touch, slightly arching into him.
“I wasn’t teasing you,” you try to defend your outfit choice but it earns you a slight slap to your clothed core. You yelp is surprise before Jiyong’s hand goes to your mouth.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warns, “and be quiet. He doesn’t know I’m in here.” He presses a kiss just below your ear and you squirm underneath him.
He presses another kiss to the same spot, this one open mouthed as his tongue darts out wetting the spot before closing his lips around it. A soft moan leaves his lips.
“You smell so good,” he mumbles against your skin.
“Bet you taste so much better,” he whispers as his hand travels up you thigh, ghosting over you.
“Don’t tease me,” you whimper, hands clinging to his shirt.
“I thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases.
“Fuck me,” you groan in frustration into his shoulder.
“Oh, I plan on it,” he chuckles as his hands slip under your tank top, helping you pull it over your head. Your cheeks flush. You’d imagined the scenario a hundred, maybe even a million times, but now that it’s happening it doesn’t feel real. It’s like a dream.
He groans at the sight.
“Fuck,” he breathes as his hands come up to cup your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You bite back a moan, your lip between your teeth. His hands are warm, soft and easy and as they caress you. Jiyong’s lips connect to yours, pulling your bottom lip gently between his teeth, before he removes his own shirt. He notices your hands twitching at your sides and he takes one hand, dragging in down his chest. He smiles at the way your fingers grasp at his toned skin. He pulls you to the bed, gently pushing you down against it, kissing down your neck, love bites being left in his wake.
His tongue swirls around your hardened nipple, another soft gasp leaving you. Jiyong looks up at you through your lashes, watching your face as it contorts in pleasure. Your eyes are closed, the feeling of his tongue obvious against your warm skin.
Your hands find his hair, nails scratching slightly against the scalp.
He flattens his tongue, running it over your nipple, the sensation sending little pleasure signals to your already wet pussy. Your hips shift, brushing his pelvis and he smirks.
“Somone’s needy,” he teases.
“Jiyong, come on.” Your words are a clear sign of desperation.
“Ah, ah, ah, don’t rush me. I’m savoring every,” he places a kiss to your sternum, “single,” he places another one just below the first, “second,” he places a third one just below your breast line.
His tongue darts out, leaving more open-mouthed kisses down to the waistband of your shorts. His cock is angry, red, and leaking into his boxers; a damp patch making it obvious. He’s thought about how good you taste a million times, and now that he gets to find out, he can hardly contain his excitement.
He slowly hooks his fingers into your shorts and panties and pulls them down. He looks down at your exposed flesh, tongue wetting his lips in anticipation.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he warns before settling between your legs.
He gives you only a second to protest before he’s kissing up your leg. He leaves little love bites on your thighs, some of them guaranteed to bruise.
“Fuck your dripping,” he breathes out and his finger’s part your folds, collecting some of your arousal. He groans as his cock twitches in his pants.
“So pretty, and all for me,” he says before he attaches his mouth to your core, sucking your clit between his lips. You gasp as your back automatically arches off the bed, legs bent slightly up.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, his tongue masterfully circles your bud, the pleasure undeniable.
“Feel good, baby?” He smirks already knowing the answer.
“Tell me how it feels,” he encourages. Your hips lift against his face, his nose brushing your clit as his tongue laps at you.
“Fuck it feels good, so, so good,” your eyes screw shut as your hands travel to his hair.
“Good girl,” he smirks as a finger is slowly inserted. He notices your walls clamp down at the praise.
“Ooh, look at that,” he mocks, “You like be told how good you are. A good little fuck toy,” and your walls once again clamp down with a muffled moan. Your hips rock against his finger.
His tongue starts working on your clit again, this time at lightening speed as his finger curls into that sweet spongey spot that causes your head to spin.
“Oh, God,” you moan out, a little too loudly before you clamp a hand on your mouth. He adds another finger, never slowing down. You feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, your body slowly edging into going rigid as your hips flow with his thrusts. You begin gasping and panting as your heart rate speeds up, little flashes of heat intensifying. Your head digs into the mattress, mouth falling open as your eyes screw shut. You place your hand back over your mouth as your orgasm hits, hard, your thighs clamping down against his head.
Your body shakes beneath him and Jiyong moans as he feels your walls clamp down on his fingers. His own cock growing more achingly hard by the second. He doesn’t stop, only slows his movements to help you milk every bit of pleasure form this.
“That was so hot,” he whispers to himself once your body goes still, watching your breasts move up and down as you regain control of your breathing. He brings himself up to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. Your hand goes up to him, palming his clothed cock in your hands.
“Words, baby,” he smirks.
“Want it,” you say muffled against his lips.
“Earn it,” he says before shifting onto his back. He watches as your exposed body crawls over on top of him. You tug his shirt off him, kissing his lips gently, before kissing down his jawline to his neck.
“I wanna feel you,” you whimper in his ear, desperation taking over and Jiyong chews on his bottom lip.
“Taste you,” you continue as your hand travels down his abdomen.
“Hear you babble my name because you can’t remember anything else but my mouth and dripping pussy.” Your tongue flicks over the shell of his ear and he shivers, barely holding onto his cocky composure.
You leave open mouth kisses down his chest, your bottom lip dragging across the skin of his abdomen as you peer at him through your lashes. Jiyong’s cheeks are slightly flushed as he watches you dance around the hem of his pants. Your fingers graze the skin of his pelvis, and Jiyong could swear he felt electricity.
He raises his hips for you and you watch as he springs out, the tip of his cock angry, leaking and begging for release. He hisses as the cool air hits it, causing the slightest sting. He swallows a moan as you lick your lips.
Slowly your fingers wrap around him, Jiyong’s fists are all ready in the sheets beneath him.
You slide your hand up to the head, collecting some of the precum and smearing over him. You watch his body shift underneath you, the way his stomach muscles contract with each pump, the way his eyes flutter shut when you start to find a consistent rhythm. The way it sounds when he gasps because he wasn’t expecting your tongue to go to his slit so quickly. You wrap your lips around him, cheeks already hollowed out as you slide down on his cock. A choked out moan leaving his mouth. His hand goes over his mouth, remembering Seunghyun is in the room across the hall.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you swirl your tongue around him, your eyes closed and the only thought in your head being his pleasure. His hips gently lift off the bed when he feels your hand go to play with his balls.
“Ah, fuck you feel so good,” your thighs squeeze together at the praise, another flood of heat in your core.
“Fuck you look so good like this,” he says as his hands come to hold your hair out of your face, making a ponytail. You begin to move faster, a tiny bit of your teeth scrape him and he gasps, the feeling unexpected. Your nose meets his pelvis with each time you sink down, the salty taste of him being left on your tongue.
“Mm, fuck, I’m close,” he groans, “Gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours.” He grunts as his muscles go taut. You brace yourself on his thighs, your head starting to spin from how fast your moving, slight gagging filling the room. You feel his cock twitch on your tongue, and after another moment you feel the hot, sticky, salty taste go down your throat. Jiyong is bent over, his lips against your hair as he releases.
“Fuck, y/n, that was so good, made me feel so damn good.” He whispers helplessly into your hair like a man wrecked from head to toe. You sit there for a moment while he regains his composure.
Slowly his hands find your arms, silently, and he pulls you to him, lips crashing together in fervor.
He leans back slowly, your body following as he helps you position your hips above him.
Without a word, you slowly sink down onto him, the stretch making you gasp and your forehead falls onto his shoulder. He holds you, arms around your body letting you get used to the feeling.
“Fuck,” you whisper, the sting almost bringing tears to your eyes.
“’s ok, baby. Take your time,” he whispers into your hair before kissing the side of your head.
After a moment you regain yourself and rock your hips. Jiyong's mouth goes to your shoulder now, teeth sinking into it to keep him from moaning too loud.
“Fuck, angel you feel so good,” he grunts as the pleasure hits the both of you, his cock nestled inside your body, hitting that sweet spot with each movement. You brace yourself on his shoulders for balance before you begin to slowly bounce yourself up and down. Jiyong watches as your head tilts back, body slowly falling back wards as you brace onto the mattress, pleasuring yourself on him.
His lips kiss just underneath your bust line, teeth grazing your sweat slick skin. Your mouth hangs open, moans and groans threatening to echo in the room. He pulls you back up to him, capturing your lips as he holds onto your hips, helping you move.
“Fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans against your lips. You’re too far gone for words, only whimpers and moans are heard.
Jiyong can feel how close you are, how your walls keep fluttering around him. He notices your hips loosing rhythm and he starts bucking his hips to meet your, hitting that spot just inside your entrance each time, making you cry out into his shoulder.
“Jiyong, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper and its as if all caution is thrown to the wind as hearing you whimper his name sends him into a feral pace, hips slapping against you, your mouth crying into his neck with pleasure, him concentrated on making sure you get every little bit out of your orgasm.
The wave hits, your body going rigid, hands gripping his neck like an anchor, and your walls grip his cock like a vice. Your toes curl as your body shakes on top of him. Jiyong leaves kisses on your neck trying to help ground you as you ride out the high. His own hits right as yours is coming to and end, breathing coming out in gasps. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, moans and groans coming out as his load shoots up into you.
You hold onto him, your fingers running through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He stills, the two of you sitting together for a breif moment, when he pulls his head from the crook of your neck.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers as he gently moves some of your hair out of your face. A sweet kiss is shared between you before he helps you up, your legs a little wobbly. He grabs his pants, and exists the room, only to come back with a rag damp with warm water.
His hand goes between your legs, gently cleaning you up.
“So beautiful,” he whispers with a kiss to your thigh as he finishes. He discards of the rag quickly before cuddling up to you in bed.
“You’ll have to be on the couch when he wakes up.” You remind him. Jiyong deflates underneath you.
“I know.” He kisses your forehead. The two of you are silent for a moment as the question hangs in the balance. You get the courage to speak first.
“So, what does this mean for us?” You can't look a him yet, you're heart going ninety miles an hour, anticipating his response.
“I have no idea,” your eyes meet, neither of you sure where you stand. There’s a beat of silence.
“Goodnight,” he says with a kiss to the top of your head, and he leaves the bed to go back to the couch. You watch him walk out, an unknown feeling blooming in your chest.
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⏦ﾟ♡︎ YOUR HONEYMOON WITH GDRAGON
୨ৎ pairing: husband!jiyong x fem reader
୨ৎ genre: fluff! with mild sex talk
୨ৎ from myeong: wahhhhh! hello! so happy to take this request especially for my precious jiyong ): I hope I’m able to do well enough and you enjoy! x
with jiyong.. it’ll have to be a super extravagant trip! even if you don’t want it to be that expensive or crazy he’ll do everything that he can to make it the most romantic getaway you’ve ever been on.
if it’s somewhere with a beach? absolutely adores it because he can see you in such pretty swimsuits. no matter what negative thought you have about your body, he’s there to praise you and make sure that you feel your greatest and most beautiful.
jiyong will enjoy building sandcastles with you or at least try his best to attempt one and will either take so many photos of the you, the both of you, or a cute video of you and him building it together.
the gentleman he is he’ll ask if he can throw you in the water and once he gets the answer he wanted so badly, you’re picked up in an instant and thrown into the water but jiyong quickly checks on you to make sure he wasn’t too rough and holds you close against his warmer body pressing gentle kisses all over your face and down your neck. (he loves that)
if it’s a beautiful city? will take you shopping and spends so much money on you. don’t feel bad about it because he married you!! his money is your money and he will continue to spoil you so much.
“baby? I seen you looking at this dress and bought it while you were in the fitting room. can we go back there and try this one on, hm? I’ll be good.”
it’s so hard for him to behave but with your stern looks he acts scared to make you laugh and puts on his best behavior even if he wants so badly to take you back to the hotel and make love. yes I said make love because that’s what jiyong will say.
steals your phone to take pretty pictures of you to post and show your friends or family. he’ll then take plenty of pictures with his phone and stare at them for a few minutes before giving his attention to you.
“how’d I get so lucky? you’re so breathtaking.”
if it’s a tropical island? you’ll spend hours on the beach or he’ll take you to the aquarium! one of the largest in the city and hell of course buy you so much at the gift shop to remember this day.
it’ll be hard for him to wait for sex but he wants you to know and understand that isn’t the most important to him especially if he knows you’re super excited to leave the hotel and explore! so.. if anything he’ll do his best to wait for that night. what you want is far more important to him.
that night? well you’re in for a pretty long night with him. he’ll want to go for several rounds with a few breaks in between. each break he takes with you is a new special memory. he loves to hold you close to him and talk about all sorts of topics.
“wanna go another round? maybe this time in the shower or bath? that sounds so sexy.. I don’t know what it is about it. how does it sound to you baby?”
he’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed and after? prepare for morning sex and it’ll be hard to say no to him especially knowing he’s now your husband. cooking for you so early and going out of his way to make everything so perfect? yeah you need him.
“I can’t wait for you to get pregnant. is that okay to say? I just can’t wait. I know we’ve talked about it before but to see you pregnant with my baby? it’s going to be something so special and exciting.”
jiyong will try all sorts of dishes and desserts with you even if he doesn’t think it sounds good. the best part about the honeymoon is bonding and sharing memories together. him gagging over something he really didn’t like was a great memory.
“look it’s a stray cat! should we bring it home?”
“please? can we just bring it home! looks so cute.”
that’s when it’s time to drag jiyong away from the stray cat because if not? you’ll end up bringing it back home with you and hours later? he’s asking about the stray cat and if it’s doing okay. awww
before the end of your honeymoon he pulls you into his lap and gets emotional about how lucky he is to have you as his wife and how beautiful this honeymoon has been. he’s the best husband you could ever ask for. romantic, sweet, caring, so supportive and one of the most handsome ever.
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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.
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love dust | kwon ji-yong (g dragon)
・❥・summary: jiyong has been your closest friend for many years but what he doesn't know is you like him a lot more than that. ・❥・word count: 1.4k ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・authors note: first time writing for gd so go easy on me <3
“You should let me borrow this one when you’re finished with it.” Your delicate fingers played around with the rings decorating Jiyong’s hands. His accessory game was always on point — you were always asking if you could borrow the things he wore and he would always very happily oblige. Something about seeing you in the things he wore made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
His arm was wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you laid out on the couch in his dressing room, legs stretched out. Jiyong's other hand lay on his stomach where you were playing around with his fingers. It was soothing, putting him in a calm frame of mind before he had to go out and perform later in the day. Nobody could calm him better than you. He gently rested his head on top of yours, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed softly.
“I should start charging you for the amount of things you take from me,” he joked.
“You’d double your fortune at this rate,” you grinned over at him, tilting your head. “Not my fault you always have the best stuff. Stop being such a style icon and I wouldn’t have to.”
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jiyong’s fingers playing with a strand of your hair, soaking in the quiet. It had always been like this with you. Jiyong was your closest friend — you’d known him before he’d even debuted. Every step of the way you had been by his side. Nobody knew him better than you and vice versa. He had been there at your lowest, you had been there at his. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t experienced together. It was easy to say that without each other, neither of you would be the person you were. It wasn’t often in life people found someone they connected with so easily, so deeply which is why Jiyong could never know how you really felt about him.
Over the last couple of years, your feelings for him had shifted. At first you’d brushed it off as just a crush, a silly little thing that would pass as time went on. Except it didn’t pass. It only got stronger. Every single day it was like a weight on your chest knowing that you could never tell him. Not only would it be humiliating but he definitely wouldn’t feel the same and that would be it. The friendship would be over and he’d be out of your life.
A sigh escaped your lips before you could even realise. Immediately, it caught Jiyong’s attention. His eyes that had been closed now opening to look at you with concern. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” you assured him. He looked at you as if he was examining you, trying to figure out if you were lying to him but as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the room opened.
Daesung and Youngbae walked in, laughing at something. Their eyes caught the position the two of you were in, mischievous grins slowly creeping onto their faces. Oh no. You know what was coming next. It had been like this for years now. They’d catch you and Jiyong cuddling or being close to each other and never let either of you live it down.
“Did we interrupt something?” Daesung raised a brow. Jiyong rolled his eyes, sitting up with you and giving his friend the middle finger.
“I think we did. You know, next time put a sock on the door or something so we know you’re busy,” Youngbae teased. Your cheeks flushed red as you hid your face in your hands. This only caused the two men to laugh.
Jiyong got to his feet, holding his hand out to help you to yours. “You two are a pain in my ass.” He turned to you, his hand lingering on yours for a beat longer than normal. “I need to go get ready but I’ll see you after the show? We can go get food or something.”
You simply nodded your head, waving goodbye as he and Youngbae left the room. Daesung remained behind, looking at you with a soft smile. “You should tell him, you know.”
“Huh?”
“You should tell Jiyong how you feel.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. How had Daesung even figured it out? He really was more attentive than you gave him credit for.
“Sure but I’m just saying, I think you’d be pleasantly surprised if you told him,” Daesung shot a wink your way, running out of the room to meet up with his friends.
Now, what the hell did that mean?
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The show had gone amazing. It was like Jiyong had never been gone. Each show he performed he got more and more confident, G Dragon coming out in full force. Honestly, seeing him on stage and fully embracing his G Dragon person was hot as hell. Nobody did it like him. He was the king of K Pop for a reason.
You had slid away to the dressing room as the show ended, giving the three boys time to thank the crew. It was Taeyang’s tour but you knew how much all of them appreciated the people who helped them. It was one of the most endearing qualities — it’s what made them some of the most loved boys in the industry.
The door to the room opened and in came Jiyong. He hand a towel in his hand, dabbing at the sweat on his face. The second he laid eyes on you, he smiled. His heartbeat speeding up everytime he looked at you. He had it bad. So damn bad.
“You did so good out there!” You beamed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. Without hesitation, he dropped the towel, wrapping his arms around you. If he could keep you this close to him forever, he would. Hopefully you couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating right now. The best feeling in the world was you waiting for him after a show. It felt like he was on cloud nine knowing that he had the most supportive, loyal and kind person by his side.
He pulled back, only slightly, his hot breath fanning across your face. You couldn’t place the look in his eyes but it cause a shiver to run down your spine. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Couldn’t do any of it without you.”
Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with each other. Was this it? Was this the right moment to tell him how you felt?
“Jiyong, I….” You started but he cut you off.
“I’m sorry for cutting you off, I need to say something to you and if I don’t do it now, I never will,” he cupped your cheek, taking a deep breath as he found the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long now. “I’m crazy about you. I have been for a very long time but you are so important to me that I didn’t want to ruin the friendship. I can’t lie to myself or you anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I owed it to myself to at least tell you.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to his soft, rushed words. You could tell how nervous he was, how much he wanted to probably run out of the door and pretend he never said anything but he didn’t. He was stood here being brave so you had to be too. “Jiyong, I’m crazy about you, too. You drive me insane. It’s kind of terrifying how much I like you as more than a friend. I just… didn’t think you’d feel the same so I never said anything.”
“What? Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I feel the same? You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
“You’re biased.”
“Yeah, well,” he grinned one of those signature Jiyong grins. His eyes flickered down to your lips then back to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded your head and that was all he needed. He leaned forward, closing the distance to meet your lips. The kiss was gentle, a declaration of his feelings for you without actually giving them words.
It was short and sweet. It was perfect.
Pulling back, he smiled at you. Seeing you stood there with your flushed cheeks and nervous smile, he felt like he could burst from joy. He was so head over heels for you. “Come on,” he said, linking his fingers with yours. “I believe I promised you some food.”
But before he could pull you off, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to meet your lips. Food could wait for now.
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My Heaven | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)
Summary: Jiyong wants to marry you. Warnings: None. Author’s Note: This is short sappy fluffy fic in honor of Valentine's Day.
Today was your five year anniversary and Jiyong wanted to make today as special as possible. It was no secret that the man was crazy about you, he only told you every chance he got. Which is why tonight at dinner, he was going to propose to you. Jiyong had been talking about marriage for a long time now, bringing it up in interviews. Tonight had to be perfect. Jiyong didn’t know what he’d do if you said no. He wasn’t going to think about that right now, he had too many other things to prepare than to think about the worst case scenario.
You had been given very clear instructions to pamper yourself that day, mani, pedi, buy a new outfit, all at his expense and then meet Jiyong at the restaurant for dinner. You weren't stupid, or at least you hoped you weren’t. Men didn’t usually drop such large hints when they were about to propose but Jiyong couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Not that he’d said anything, but he was good about dropping the biggest, most obvious hints. You’d had butterflies in your stomach all day as you pampered yourself for your big date. There was nobody else in the world for you and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with your soulmate.
“Hi you.” You grinned at your boyfriend as you walked into the restaurant.
You took note that it wasn’t the fanciest place you’d imagined but you trusted Jiyong, whatever his vision was you knew you’d see it soon.
“Hi.” He grinned, standing up to greet you with a kiss.
He was nervous, something he’d never been good at hiding but you hoped you could reassure him throughout the night that you knew and it was an easy yes. He had to know this was all you’d ever wanted, since the first day you’d met him. He was special, he was amazing, he was yours. Who wouldn’t want to be with him for the rest of their life?
“How was your day?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, and he raised a brow in response. You shook your head taking a sip of your wine.
“It was good, how was yours?” He leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his lips.
“It was good.”
As you two ate, he continued to tease you, asking questions and watching your disappointed reactions every time. This was definitely more fun than leaving hints around the house for you. Not that he didn’t have more tricks up his sleeve, because of course he did. He cleared his throat as he finished eating and leaned over the table, a card dangling from his fingers. You eyed it suspiciously before taking it from his fingers.
“What’s this?” You looked up at him before eying the card again trying to make sense of the address on it.
“Meet me there in twenty minutes.” His eyes scanned your body, before he tilted his head to look down at your shoes. “Might want to change those.” He stood up, adjusted his coat and walked over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you soon. Dinner’s already paid for.” He winked at you before walking out of the restaurant.
What the fuck? This man was going to drive you insane but you couldn’t help the grin from spreading across your face. The address he’d given you was to one of your favorite spots in town and you couldn’t wait to get there. You had time though, it was an easy five minute drive to the location and you didn’t want to arrive early. He too needed to be kept guessing.
You pulled up at the park and made your way through the entrance, not sure where to go when you spotted a faint glow off in the distance. Your stomach was currently doing summersaults, why were you nervous? It was only the moment you’d been waiting for for nearly five years. Spotting Jiyong standing in the middle of the courtyard you smiled as you made your way to him.
He’d lined up the circle with roses and twinkling lights, making it look like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Which it was, every day with Jiyong had been a fairy tale. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him. His face lit up and he grinned at you.
“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes as you stopped in front of him.
“Had to change my shoes, remember?” He smirked at your comment, pleased that his trick had worked. "What's all this?" You knew the answer, but you needed him to say it.
Grabbing your hands in his, you offered him a reassuring squeeze. Your eyes stayed locked on his, trying to memorize every detail of this moment. Which was getting difficult with the way he was looking at you. He always looked at you like you were the only person on the planet but this was different, somehow. More intense, more love than you’d ever remembered seeing.
“You are by far the best thing to ever happen to my life. I knew when I met you that you were different, I wasn’t prepared for how you were going to come in and flip everything upside down. Everyday's an adventure with you, I genuinely have no idea what’s going on in that brain of yours or what you’ve got planned for us and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He paused, pulling a box out of his pocket, your breath catching in your throat as he smirked at you before kneeling down on one knee. “I had so many things prepared to say to you but I’m afraid if I don’t ask you now I’ll chicken out. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me, will you marry me?”
You stood there for a minute trying to get the words to come out, all you wanted to do was yell yes a thousand times but you couldn’t get the words to come out. You nodded your head frantically and Jiyong grinned at you as he moved to slide the ring on your finger.
“Yes, yes…a million times yes.” You cried as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He laughed before covering your lips with his. “Oh my god, I’m going to be Mrs. Dragon” you squealed as you pulled away, bringing your hand up to your face to examine the ring. Not that you cared at all about the design, you only cared about the man it belonged to.
Jiyong laughed, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you back through the park. “Maybe we should try Kwon.” He teased and you shook your head. You’d tell him some other time that you would be requesting all your friends to call you Mrs. Dragon from here on out. He was the one that said he liked you keeping him guessing anyway.
“I love you.” He sighed into your hair as he planted a kiss on your forehead, opening your car door in one swift moment. God, he was so hot when he oozed this natural confidence.
“I love you too, Mr. Dragon.” You leaned up pecking his lips and he rolled his eyes as you slid into your car.
He had the rest of his life to argue with you about names. If you wanted to be Mrs. Dragon, he’d call you that, whatever you wanted. He was going to spend the rest of his life spoiling you.
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Unreleased track and Secret Sessions
pairing: idol!jiyong x idol!reader
wordcount: 9k
2012
Before the world knew your name, the industry already did.
You were twenty-three and blazing through the charts with haunting vocals and visuals that made headlines every other day. A soloist without a company-crafted scandal or dating rumor, your mystique only made you more addictive to the public. You were the type to keep your head down and let the music speak, but even that couldn’t quiet the buzz. Every award stage you graced, every OST you lent your voice to—it was all becoming iconic. Quiet, elegant, untouchable.
That’s what they thought, anyway.
But somewhere across Seoul, in the smoke-filled dorm of BIGBANG, someone finally said your name out loud.
“Yo, have you heard that girl’s vocals?” Daesung said, waving his phone in Jiyong’s face. “You know—what’s her name again?”
“Y/N-ssi?” Youngbae offered, leaning back on the couch.
“That’s the one! She's everywhere lately. It’s insane. Her visuals are next level too, like—damn.” Daesung swiped through a gallery of screenshots from your recent music show performance, pausing on a still of you with your eyes closed mid-note.
Jiyong barely looked up from his notebook, pen scratching lyrics across the page. “Heard the name. Not the music.”
“You’re missing out,” Daesung chimed in, half-laughing. “She’s got this song—what’s it called? ‘Only If’ or something. Gave me chills. You’d like her stuff. Real emotional.”
That made Jiyong pause.
Chills?
He reached over and took Daesung’s phone, putting in one earbud. The moment your voice came through—soft, raw, heartbreak slipping into every line—he froze. His brows furrowed. The melody, the vocal control, the emotion—it was everything he admired in an artist.
“…She wrote this?” he asked, voice low.
Youngbae smirked. “Yeah. All of it. She’s legit.”
Jiyong didn’t answer. He just played the song again.
Then, later that night—alone in his room, still hearing your voice in his head—he opened his notes app and started typing:
to: Y/N
from: G-DRAGON
subject: collab?
A week later — YG Studio A, 2012
“Don’t freak out,” you told yourself, glancing at your reflection in the tinted glass door before pushing it open.
You weren’t the type to get starstruck. You had worked with legends, trained under pressure, performed on stages that demanded perfection. But this was different. This was G-Dragon. The same one who had texted your manager directly after hearing your song, requesting a meeting. The same one whose name was practically carved into the walls of Korean music history.
And now he was sitting across the studio—black beanie low on his head, legs crossed like he had all the time in the world.
He looked up as you stepped in.
And smiled.
"You're even quieter than I imagined," he said, standing.
You blinked. “And you’re less intimidating than I thought.”
That made him laugh. It was a soft sound, surprised—like he hadn’t expected you to say that.
“I mean that in a good way,” you added quickly, setting your lyric notebook down on the table between you.
He tilted his head. “That’s fair. People usually expect leather jackets and sunglasses.”
You smiled. “But you’re wearing both.”
He glanced at his outfit, then back at you. “Touché.”
The meeting was casual at first—small talk, compliments, the usual back-and-forth. But when the producer came in and asked about concept direction, everything shifted. You became serious. Jiyong noticed. You weren’t just a voice— you were a storyteller. You talked about wanting the album to explore duality. Beauty and bitterness. Love and loneliness. And he listened. Closely.
Halfway through the meeting, you offered a melody idea you’d written last night at 2 a.m., and Jiyong stopped scrolling his phone. He leaned in, asking to hear it again. Then again. Then he pulled his pen out and started writing beside you.
That was the beginning.
Not of the album.
Of the collaboration.
Of the story that would span four years and seventeen unreleased tracks.
Of the thing no one else knew.
Of the thing that would one day haunt Track Seventeen.
Flashback: Late 2012 — YG Studio Rooftop, 1:43 AM
"You didn’t have to stay,” you told him, the cold air biting your cheeks as you sipped your convenience store coffee. “You could’ve gone home.”
Jiyong shrugged beside you, hoodie pulled up, eyes squinting out at the dark city skyline. “Could say the same to you.”
Silence settled—comfortable, stretched between the buzz of caffeine and the high from a night of recording. You didn’t look at him, but you felt him watching you.
He said it so casually, like it wasn’t going to change everything.
“I think I like you.”
You turned your head, blinked. “You think?”
He smiled, lazy and slow. “Fine. I know.”
Flashback: Early 2013 — Jiyong’s Car, Late Night Drive
No cameras. No stylists. No producers.
Just you, him, and the quiet sound of your unreleased demo playing through his speakers. Your hand was in his lap, fingers interlocked, like it had always been that way.
“We’ll keep it between us, yeah?” he said softly, almost like he was asking for permission.
You nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Not because you were ashamed—never that. But the world wasn’t kind to private things. Especially not when they bloomed between two public people.
Flashback: Summer 2014 — Somewhere in Europe
A getaway between tour dates. You two tucked away in a barely-used cabin in the south of France, rented under fake names.
There were no reporters. No staff. Just wine, sunburned shoulders, your laughter echoing off stone walls, and the sound of Jiyong humming in the shower.
That night, he wrote a song called “Sunlight Thief” after watching you dance barefoot across the wooden floor in nothing but one of his shirts.
You kissed him before he could finish the chorus.
Flashback: 2016 — Right Before the Breakup
A hotel room in Tokyo. The air smelled like room service and exhaustion.
He stood by the window, hands on his hips, head bowed.
“You’re leaving for the US tour,” he said. “And I’ve got comeback prep.”
“Yeah.”
“And after that…?” he asked, voice a little too soft.
You didn’t answer. You both knew the truth.
It wasn’t love that was the problem.
It was time. The lack of it. The demands that came from being artists first and lovers second.
So you hugged him that night like it was a goodbye.
Because it was.
Back to Present — 2025
Nobody ever knew.
There were no scandals. No blurry airport photos. No soft dispatch reveals.
Just seventeen tracks no one had ever heard.
Until now.
Until Track Seventeen dropped, and the world heard Kwon Jiyong moan your name like it was still stuck in his throat.
And maybe… it was.
The Internet Explodes
The album drops at midnight.
By 12:03 AM, “Track Seventeen” is trending in four countries.
By 12:07, fans are already uploading their reactions:
“EXCUSE ME DID HE JUST MOAN A NAME IN TRACK SEVENTEEN??”
“IS THAT A GIRL’S NAME OR AM I DELULU??”
“Bro this song is literally audio porn—what is happening???”
“Why is this sex song lowkey romantic? I’m gonna scream.”
“WAIT—IS THAT [Y/N’S STAGE NAME]??? 👀👀👀”
And then... someone posts a side-by-side audio clip.
Your voice in a 2014 demo run—breathy, soft, unmistakable.
And Jiyong’s moan at the bridge of Track Seventeen.
The tone. The syllables. The way his voice cracks just slightly.
It matches.
You’re trending before sunrise. Tagged in every post. Your latest Instagram photo flooded with comments like:
“TELL US YOU WERE THE MUSE WITHOUT TELLING US 😭🔥”
“How do you FEEL about being immortalized in track seventeen?? 👀”
“Did y’all hear the lyrics? The way he said ‘lace on your spine’ and ‘arched like my prayers were answered’—ma’am.”
“It was NOT just a collab back in the day I fear.”
Some fans are joking. Some are practically FBI agents. And some—some are simply streaming the song on repeat, hopelessly obsessed with the smutty, almost too intimate detail in every line.
You — 7:22 AM
You’re sitting in bed. Phone in your lap. Head spinning.
You didn’t sleep. How could you?
The moment you saw the title on the tracklist, your heart dropped. You knew.
And when you heard it—really heard it—when his voice dropped into that soft, sultry rasp and you heard your name whispered like a secret between teeth…
You almost dropped your phone.
Your body remembered things your heart tried to forget.
The lyrics?
They weren’t metaphor. They were memory.
The lace? That black backless dress you wore in Paris.
The moans? That one night in Jeju.
The last chorus? “Even now, I write you into every rhythm I ruin.”
God. You were ruined.
And now the world knew—maybe not everything. But enough.
Enough to make you want to text him.
Enough to make you scared that maybe… he left that track open for you.
And worst of all—enough to make you want to reply.
To: Kwon Jiyong
[Sent at 7:43 AM]
I listened to the album.
I wasn’t going to say anything, honestly. I figured we were past this—past us. But then Track Seventeen played. And Jiyong… you know what you did.
You moaned my name.
You didn’t even try to hide it.
I know that song. Not just the lyrics. I remember it—the breathless laughter, the lace on the hotel floor, the way your voice sounded right against my ear when you said you’d write a song about that night. I thought you were joking.
I don’t know if I should be mad or… touched. Probably both.
But if this is your way of reaching out—if this was for me—then you should’ve just called.
Or maybe you knew I’d hear it.
You always did know how to get my attention.
– You know who
From: Kwon Jiyong
[Sent at 8:11 AM]
I wasn’t sure you’d listen.
I wasn’t sure you’d recognize it.
But I guess I was wrong on both.
I didn’t write Track Seventeen for the charts, or for the label. Hell, I didn’t even write it for the fans.
I wrote it because I couldn’t keep it in anymore. You’ve been stuck in every chord, every half-finished lyric, every rough cut I’ve made since 2016.
I didn’t say your name to start drama. I said your name because no other one fit. No other name could’ve pulled that sound out of me, or that memory out of the dark. That night—it’s ours. And the track had to be ours, too.
I wanted you to hear it and know.
That I still remember.
That I’m still haunted.
If you’re willing, I’d like to see you. Just talk. No pressure, no expectations. Just… two artists who know each other too well, sitting in a studio again.
But if you say no, I’ll understand.
I just needed you to know—I meant every second of that song.
The Award Show – Present Day
The lights are blinding, the crowd is roaring, and your heart pounds like it’s trying to escape your chest. You’re standing in the green room after your stage performance, still glowing from the adrenaline—and from the fact that he’s here tonight. Kwon Jiyong.
You haven’t seen him in years. Not since you slipped out of his apartment in 2016 with his kiss still drying on your skin.
You’d seen the announcement earlier—he’d be performing. You hadn’t expected him to perform that song.
And yet, when the beat of Track Seventeen dropped halfway through his set, the entire arena stopped breathing. The sensual beat. The heavy, hungry lyrics. The way he moaned your name—drawn out and unapologetic. You felt like the whole industry just turned to you.
Now, as you try to slip out of the venue unnoticed, a hand catches your wrist.
You freeze.
You already know who it is.
“Running again?” His voice is soft, teasing—but there's a heat simmering just below it.
You turn slowly. He looks unfairly good in his tailored black suit, shirt undone just enough to reveal the tattoo that peaks beneath his collarbone.
You force a breath. “Didn’t think you’d catch me this time.”
He smiles—that smile. The one that used to pull the air right out of your lungs. “You dropped a whole album and disappeared. You really thought a moaned name wouldn’t get your attention?”
You roll your eyes, but your lips twitch. “Subtlety was never your strong suit.”
“I wasn’t trying to be subtle,” he says, stepping closer. His fingers graze your hip, light but claiming. “I wanted you to feel it.”
“And I did,” you whisper. “I felt everything.”
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Author's note: so yea this fic is just basically jiyong moaning your name in an unreleased track
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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' . "
I GOT THE POWER Ξ © PECKOO , 2025 .
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consideration
a/n: something short and sweet for valentine’s day :)
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you always appreciated simplicity in your life. you lived your life with the intention to make it as calm and quiet as possible. because for the longest time, your mind and body had always been running around in loops. you vowed to give yourself the peace that you had yearned for, and hoped to find someone who could also provide that.
so when you met jiyong, you questioned whether he could provide that peace for you. you both came from different lives, which you didn’t mind. but you still had your qualms about how a relationship with a well-known musician would pan out. would it be hectic? would it be distant? would it disrupt your peace? you thought about all the scenarios in your head, but you felt a nudge from the universe that this was worth exploring. and so, you surrendered.
you had thought that loving jiyong would be incredibly fleeting, with how hectic his schedule was, his brain always on and running at lightning speed. but you were proven wrong, oh so wrong. because jiyong was also a simple man outside of the spotlight. he made it known to you how much he loved you and considered what you needed, too.
it was the way he’d hug you from behind, and plant gentle kisses on you as you were making breakfast in the morning. telling you how beautiful you were, and showing his admiration and appreciation for what you do at any moment of the day.
it was the way he’d call when it was reasonable for you while he was on tour, just to hear your voice and tell you how much he loved and missed you, even if it was late where he was and he was exhausted. (‘babe you don’t have to call me right now it’s late for you’ ‘but babe, i want to’)
you were never really into extravagant or flashy gifts, because to you, loving him was the best gift of all. still, he’d find small ways to brighten your day, like surprising you with a delivery of your favorite flowers at work (with a note that says ‘just because ♥︎’), or creating a photobook filled with all the photos he’s taken of you, a tangible reminder of how he sees you and loves you.
and when life felt too heavy for you to carry on your own, he would be right there. picking up the pieces you’d leave behind, holding you close and steadily as you let yourself surrender to the wave of emotions. you knew in that moment he was your safe space, the home you could stay in to quiet your mind and soul. to find your peace.
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happy valentine's day lovies!! 🤍😘
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Do You Love Me
G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: You meet your ex after his show. Warnings: None really. Some fluff. A/N: If you'd like to be tagged in future fics let me know! PART 1
Jiyong practically lept out of bed after your conversation, much to his managers relief. He took a shower, washed his hair and brushed his teeth, he decided it was time to become the bona fide G-Dragon again, even if only for the night.
At the venue, the crowd is cheering, people are bustling back stage and Jiyong’s heart is racing against his ribcage.
“Has she shown up?” His voice is frantic as he puts on his mic pack.
“Not yet, she’ll be here,” his manager tries to reassure him. You had shown up actually, but instead of waiting backstage you chose to sit in the crowd. You hadn’t let anyone know, you didn’t want to be any kind of distraction. You wanted him to know that you aren’t the reason he is who he is.
The lights go down, the music starts and there he is, strong and radiant along side his best friends. You manage to stay out of view of the man you once loved, the one you aren’t sure you’re completely over yet almost until the end of the show.
He scans the crowd constantly looking for you, his smile faltering when he doesn’t find you, until the last song, One Last Dance begins and he spots you. He stops mid stride and stares you down the whole first half of the song.
His gaze is intense, but you can’t look away form him. When his verse comes up, he hops down from the stage and stands right in front of you by the barriers, serenading you in front of everyone, drawing millions of eyes to the both of you in the crowd and on screen.
“Just one last dance.”
He cups your face and fans are screaming around you. His touch feels like velvety and comfortable, something you’ve deeply missed. He smiles at you before returning to the stage for the outro of the song.
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At the end of the night, you find his manager and he sneaks you back stage. Jiyong is sprinting off the stage instantly looking for you. He goes back to the green room, no sign of you. He looks around back stage, not a single trace you were ever there. It’s not until he finally changes that you knock on his dressing room door. He opens it and freezes. He really hadn’t thought this far, what he’d say or do. He drags his eyes up and down your outfit, one he recognized from your very first date. He doesn’t think, just pulls you to him and shuts the door behind you. His grip is strong, like that of cement. You don’t speak; you just hold each other. You start humming a tune and wrap your arms around his neck, swaying with him in the room.
The two of you dance for a moment before you whisper his name.
“Jiyong.”
He pulls back and looks at you, hands still tight around your waist. He searches your eyes, still bewildered he’s holding you again. He leans his forehead against yours.
“I missed you,” he chokes out. He couldn’t possibly pull you any closer, and yet somehow, he does. You can feel his breath against your lips, the heat from his body intoxicating in the intimate moment.
“Jagi, I’m so sorry,” he whispers inches from your lips, a stray tear making its way down his cheek.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” before he can finish your lips crash into his, longing and fervent. The kiss is intense, as if neither of you can take being physically separated from a moment longer.
Your lungs start to burn from lack of oxygen so you pull away for a moment, both of you panting, fanning each other with your hard breathing.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he tries to explain, “I was drunk and I’m sorry. It’s no excuse but I can’t take it back. Y/n losing you,” you cup his cheek.
“Shh, shh,” you try to comfort him.
“I know, baby. I know you’re sorry.” He sighs in relief, but his body is still tense under your touch.
“I swear if you give me another chance, it won’t happen again. I need you like I need air. This means nothing, all of it pales in comparison to you. If you aren’t here, I can’t do this anymore.”
“Jiyong that’s not true, you did it tonight without knowing if I was even here.”
“It still wasn’t the same,” he mumbles.
“Please tell me you still love me,” his words are small, his voice weak due to fear of your rejection.
“I still love you,” you offer him a small smile.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He says and you can’t help but kiss his soft lips again.
“Come home,” he pleads.
“That was the plan,” you smirk he grins from ear to ear as he pulls you into an almost suffocating hug.
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⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS A FATHER
୨ৎ pairing: father!jiyong x fem reader
୨ৎ genre: quite soft, quite fluffy, and emotional!
୨ৎ from myeong: hi!! so happy to receive this adore request and I’ve been so excited to get to it! I hope you can enjoy this and seeing a dad jiyong would be the cutest ever!! ): such a sweetheart x
jiyong will be the most softest, caring, sweetest, loving, supportive, and genuine father ever!!!!!!!!!!
does not care about whether the first baby will be a boy or a girl all he cares about is having a healthy child that he can help him become a better person.
enjoys letting the baby hold his finger and takes at least a dozen photos even when you tell him it’s a bit pointless to have so many of the same photos.
“it’s not! what if something happens to the first few I took then I need to have more for backup!”
jiyong will be extremely overprotective and if a family member wants to hold the baby he has to be near to watch and make sure everything is okay.
“see that precious smile? that’s because of me.”
you’ll give him this look and he then of course adds you in and thanks you for helping in the creation of the baby and why he/she is just so beautiful. aww
“do you think he’ll/she’ll look more like me or look more like you as they get older? I’m so curious.”
jiyong will kiss you and tell you to go back to sleep while he takes care of the baby during the night. he knows you need all the rest you can get for being up most of the day with the baby. he’s very caring.
spoils the child rotten but also makes sure that he or she has the best manners even at such a young age, teaching basic skills and always showing the baby how much he loves you for everything you do.
as the child gets older it only makes jiyong slightly panic because he wanted so badly for the baby to stay little forever but of course it doesn’t work that way so he spends extra time filming for memories.
“one sec! let me take this last picture.. alright I got it. gosh.. she/he looks so perfect thanks to us.”
when it’s just the three of you jiyong sometimes gets emotional and talks about how much he’s always wanted a family like this and he still can’t believe he finally has one after so many years.
takes family time very seriously. he’ll cut everyone off who’s not interested in including you and the baby. he doesn’t have time for any of that stuff.
jiyong will want matching pjs, shoes, jewelry, hats, glasses, etc etc with the baby and you. he looks at it like family goals and thinks it’ll complete the fam.
“guess what? I learned how to make this dish! do you think he/she will like it? it has all of his/hers favorite things in it! the broccoli is what sold me.”
jiyong is obsessed with taking you and the baby to the park every chance that he gets. he’ll ask if you want to go if the weather is nice and gets the big bag ready full of snacks, drinks, and toys for the baby in case he/she gets a little bored there.
he likes to plan little trips as a family. the zoo and aquarium being at the top of the list because in his mind it’s so important to experience these types of things with the baby as a very close family. cute ):
allows you to have time to yourself since being a mom is a very tough job so he’ll take the baby and shop around for the day or hang out at the studio while he/she plays and snacks on yummy snacks.
“are you having fun with dada? I know you are.”
if you’re away at work or he’s allowing you time away for yourself like said before then he’ll send you so many selcas that he takes of him and the baby asking if you’d like this as your wallpaper.
“thank you for giving me my perfect little one.”
jiyong loves falling asleep with the baby even when he/she starts to get older he’ll take bedtime very seriously and read he/she a book while slowly falling asleep. next thing you know he’s asleep with he/she in bed and it’s the cutest thing ever!!!
long story short he’s a perfect father to your baby.
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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.”
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Unbuttoned: KWON JI-YONG x READER
summary: after disappearing without a trace, ji-yong finds out you've suddenly made it in life and he realises his little crush was so much more than that...
word count: 4328
tags: angsty (if you squint), flirting, teasing; no smut but you're dominant and he's submissive
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Ji-yong was used to the pre-show chaos—the hum of excitement, the stylists fussing over every little detail, the way the air always felt electric just before stepping on stage.
But tonight, something felt off. It wasn’t obvious, just a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Maybe it was the way you were moving—slower, more deliberate, like you were trying to memorize everything. Or the way you smiled—brighter than usual, but there was something too soft about it, like it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He watched as you adjusted the hem of his jacket, your fingers lingering just a second too long. He didn’t think much of it at first—he liked having you close, maybe a little too much. He always had.
"You're gonna do great out there." Your voice was quieter than usual, but he still heard it over the noise around you.
He smirked, tilting his head. "You say that like I won’t see you after the show."
You hesitated. Just for a second. But he caught it.
"Just felt like saying it."
His smirk faltered, the unease creeping in again. He studied your face, searching for something he couldn’t quite name. But before he could ask, before he could press, you were already stepping back, flashing him another one of those too-soft smiles.
Then the lights dimmed, the cue was called, and just like that—it was time to perform.
It was electric, the crowd deafening, and he was still buzzing from it as he jogged off stage, the echoes of their final song still ringing in his ears. His first instinct? Find you. It was routine by now—after every show, you were always there. Whether it was to fix a loose button, drape a jacket over his shoulders, or just roll your eyes at how sweaty they all were, you were always one of the first people he saw post-performance. Except tonight, you weren’t. The other stylists were around, already preparing them for interviews and press photos, but not you. He caught one of the younger assistants rushing past and asked if she had seen you.
"Not since before the show."
Ji-yong's frown deepened. That was strange. You never disappeared like this.
Maybe you weren’t feeling well? That would explain the way you’d acted earlier—the way your hands had lingered, the way your smile hadn’t quite reached your eyes, the way you’d looked at him like you were memorizing him. That thought sent a flicker of unease through him, but he quickly pushed it down. You were probably just exhausted. He’d find you later, tease you for disappearing on him, and everything would be back to normal.
Except… he didn’t find you later. You weren’t in the dressing room when he went to change. You weren’t in the staff area when he wandered through. You weren’t even at the afterparty—something that really struck him as odd. You always showed up for those, even if it was just to roll your eyes at him when he got a little too deep into the champagne. He checked his phone. Nothing.
A strange feeling twisted in his stomach. He didn’t like it.
Still, he told himself he was overreacting. You’d probably gone home early. Maybe you weren’t feeling great. Maybe you’d just crashed in bed the second you got home. He told himself he would see you tomorrow.
But when tomorrow came—you were gone.
“What do you mean she left? To go where? Why?”
The manager simply shrugged. "She quit. Moved on. I think she had other opportunities."
Other opportunities. Ji-yong knew he should have felt happy for you. If you left, it had to be for something better, right? So why did it feel like he’d been punched in the gut? Why had you said nothing? Why had you just disappeared?
He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over your contact. But something stopped him. If you had left without a word, if you hadn’t even said goodbye, then maybe… maybe you didn’t want to be found. That thought settled deep in his chest, heavy and unwelcome. But what choice did he have?
So, instead of texting, instead of calling, he did the only thing he could.
He didn’t talk about it. He didn’t have to: the others knew. They saw it in the way his eyes always found you first in a crowded room. In the way his mood brightened when you were around and dimmed when you weren’t. In the way he let you tease him—really tease him—when anyone else would have gotten a sharp retort. So when you disappeared, they noticed that too.
"She really left without telling you?" Youngbae had asked one night, frowning as he passed Ji-yong a beer.
"Guess so."
"And here I thought you were her favorite."
Ji-yong scoffed, taking a long drink. So did he. But what could he do? Track you down? Demand an answer? If you had wanted to be found, you wouldn’t have left in the first place. So he swallowed it down. The frustration. The disappointment. The fucking ache of it. And eventually, he let it go.
Or at least—he thought he had.
Ji-yong wasn’t even supposed to be here. Fashion shows weren’t exactly rare in his world, but this one? This was different. Exclusive. Prestigious. A collection debuting some of the industry’s fastest-rising designers—handpicked talents, future icons.
And apparently, you.
The moment he spotted you, his world tilted for a fraction of a second. It was impossible not to notice you: the quiet confidence. The effortless way you held yourself. The way people gravitated toward you like you were the center of gravity in this entire damn room.
Ji-yong exhaled, lips curving slightly.
"So that’s what you’ve been up to." He muttered to himself. He should have been mad. Should have felt bitter that you left him wondering, that you never reached out. But if anything? He was impressed. You hadn’t just moved on. You had thrived, and it seems you still are. And for some reason, that made it impossible for him to move.
Instead of storming over, demanding answers, he stayed back—watching. Taking you in. For the first time since you left, he wasn’t the one in control.
And he kind of liked it.
Because he remembered you when you first started—wide-eyed, careful, terrified to mess up. You had been so nervous back then, barely speaking above a murmur when you first joined their styling team. So different from the person standing across the room now, effortlessly commanding attention without saying a word.
He remembered the way your hands trembled the first time you adjusted his jacket, how you had apologized at least three times for pulling too hard on a seam.
"Relax," he had told you back then, amused. "I’m not gonna bite."
That wasn’t entirely true—he had wanted to, just not in the way you feared he might.
But now? Now you weren’t just part of the background. You were the moment, and he couldn’t look away. He exhaled slowly as he watched as you laughed at something someone said, your head tilting back, light catching against the smooth line of your throat.
If he had any lingering resentment about the way you left, it dulled in comparison to the fact that you had made it. You disappeared, yes. But you didn’t disappear into nothing, and somehow, that made it impossible for him to be mad. Instead, he felt something entirely different. He felt proud.
And maybe, just maybe—he felt something else too.
Something that never really went away.
"Ah, Ji-yong! Perfect timing." A voice cut through his thoughts. He turned, watching as a well-known fashion magazine editor approached, a glass of wine in one hand and an amused smile on their lips.
"You have to meet our star designer of the night," they continued, gesturing toward you with a sweeping motion. "Ma’am? This is—”
"We’ve met."
“Great! I’ll leave you to it.” The editor smiled warmly before disappearing, not that either of you took much notice in the first place.
The words left Ji-yong’s lips before the introduction could even finish, smooth and confident, laced with something undeniably smug. The moment stretched between you. Your gaze flicked to his, sharp and knowing. He could see the moment recognition fully settled in, the way your lips curved at the edges—not in surprise, not in awkwardness, but in something that made his pulse jump. Amusement.
"Have we?" You mused, tapping a finger against your chin. "I meet a lot of people. You might have to remind me."
His smirk widened. So that’s how you wanted to play it? Fine. He stepped forward, closing the distance just enough for the conversation to feel private, charged.
"Careful," he murmured, voice low and deliberate. "I might start thinking you actually forgot about me."
You tilted your head, feigning consideration. "And if I did?"
Ji-yong exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. God, he missed this.
"Then I guess I’ll just have to remind you."
Oh, he was confident. That same effortless charm, the one that used to fluster you all those years ago, was still there—sharp, teasing, and completely unshaken. But if he thought you were still that same nervous stylist who used to stumble over their words around him, he had another thing coming.
You hummed, tilting your head slightly as if considering his offer. Then, with the perfect amount of feigned innocence, you let your gaze flick over him—slow, deliberate.
"Remind me?" You echoed, brows raising slightly. "Hmm… I don’t know, Ji-yong." You made a thoughtful noise before leaning in just enough to match his proximity. "If you were really that memorable, wouldn’t I still remember?"
You felt the shift immediately. It was subtle, the way his smirk twitched, how his eyes darkened just a shade, the way his breath hitched for just a fraction of a second. There it was. Satisfaction curled in your chest. Ji-yong had always been used to being in control, to being the one who threw people off balance—especially you. But now? Now you were the one watching his composure slip.
"You sure you want to play that game?" He murmured, voice lower now, softer—more dangerous.
You merely smiled, reaching for your champagne flute from a nearby server’s tray without breaking eye contact.
"I’m just saying," you mused before taking a slow sip. "If you left an impression, wouldn’t I feel something right now?"
You swore you saw something flicker in his eyes—a challenge, a promise.
Ji-yong exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head as if in disbelief.
"You’ve changed," he murmured, tilting his head slightly. It wasn’t an insult. If anything, he almost sounded impressed.
"People grow."
"Guess we have some catching up to do, then."
And just like that, the game had truly begun. Ji-yong was good at this game—effortless, smooth, completely unshaken. But so were you. And if he thought a few teasing words and a smirk were enough to make you fall right back into old habits, he was in for one hell of a shock—but, certainly not an unwelcome one.
You let a pause stretch between you, just long enough to make him wait for your response. Then, with an easy smile, you took another slow sip of your champagne and turned away.
"Well," you sighed, glancing around as if already losing interest. "This has been fun, Ji-yong."
His smirk faltered for the first time all night.
"That’s it?” He asked, brow raising slightly.
"What? Were you expecting something else?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t give him the chance. Instead, you flashed him a knowing look—just the slightest tilt of your lips, just enough to let him know you were enjoying this. Then, without another word, you walked away. You didn’t rush. You wanted him to watch.
And, oh, you knew he was watching.
You could feel it—the weight of his gaze following you as you slipped effortlessly back into the sea of industry elites, greeting familiar faces with polite smiles and easy laughter. You didn’t even have to look back to know that Ji-yong was still standing exactly where you had left him, eyes locked onto you, jaw tight. Let him simmer. Let him feel the sting of being dismissed. Let him realize that if he wanted more, he was going to have to come get it. And, knowing Kwon Ji-yong?
He absolutely would.
He had always been the one in control—the one people gravitated toward, the one who set the pace, the one who decided when and how the game was played. But tonight? Tonight, he was the one waiting. Watching. Wanting.
And you? You were thriving. He could see it in the way you carried yourself—the easy confidence, the way people hung onto your every word, the way you barely even acknowledged the admiration being thrown at you, like you already knew it belonged to you. And damn it, that was attractive.
Ji-yong exhaled slowly, swirling the drink in his hand as he tried—really tried—to stay patient. Unfortunately for him, the longer he watched, the worse it got.
You were working the room effortlessly, accepting praise with a polite smile, dodging flirtations with a teasing remark, keeping everyone exactly where you wanted them. Including him. You knew what you were doing. You knew he was watching. You knew he was waiting. And you knew exactly how to make him crave your attention.
Ji-yong’s jaw clenched as he shifted awkwardly on his feet, fingers tightening around his glass. Why the hell did this make him feel so—so… flustered? No. That wasn’t the right word. Turned on?
…Maybe.
Damn it.
He wasn’t supposed to like this. He wasn’t supposed to be the one standing here, silently begging you to look at him. Yet, when your gaze finally—finally—flickered in his direction, just for a second, just long enough for a teasing little smile to tug at your lips, he felt it like a punch to the chest. God, he was in trouble.
Ji-yong exhaled sharply, setting his glass down on the nearest tray before he could crush it in his grip.
He was down bad. Embarrassingly so. But the worst part? You knew it. You were still working the room, accepting praise and deflecting flirtation with effortless grace, never once giving him the full attention he craved. You were making him wait. And he liked it. A little too much. Fine. You wanted to make him chase? Wanted to remind him how it felt to be on the other side of the game? Then he’d chase. Happily.
He pushed off the wall, slipping seamlessly into the crowd, keeping a careful distance as he observed you. Not hovering, but close enough for you to feel him there. Close enough to make it clear that no matter how long you made him wait, he wasn’t going anywhere.
The conversation you were in shifted, and he watched as yet another designer leaned in a little too close, whispering something that made you laugh. Ji-yong clenched his jaw, but when the group finally moved, dispersing slightly, he saw his opening, and he took it.
"You really are something else, you know that?"
Ji-yong’s voice was low, warm, just behind your ear. You didn’t jump—you had felt him coming. But still, when you turned to meet his gaze, your expression was unreadable.
"Took you long enough," you murmured.
He chuckled, tilting his head slightly. Oh, you were good.
"Had to be sure," he mused, letting his gaze flick over you. "You’ve got the whole damn room wrapped around your finger. Thought I might be imagining things."
"And?" You raised a brow.
Ji-yong leaned in, voice dropping just for you. "And I think you like making me wait."
Your lips curled, the barest hint of a smirk. "Maybe I do."
"You know what’s funny, though?" He continued, his own smirk growing.
"Enlighten me."
"I don’t mind."
"That’s cute," you murmured and closed the distance, your voice all soft amusement. He tensed—just a flicker, just enough for you to notice—but he didn’t move away. Didn’t stop you as you leaned in, your breath brushing against his cheek. "Thinking I’d make you wait just to make you suffer."
"I didn’t say suffer," he countered, tone measured. But there was something behind it, something warmer, weaker.
You tilted your head, eyes flickering to his lips for just a second. Letting him see it.
"Oh?" you mused. "Then you’re enjoying yourself?"
Ji-yong exhaled through his nose, slow and sharp, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Maybe a little too much."
You smiled, dragging a single fingertip along the cuff of his sleeve—not quite touching him, but close enough that you might as well have been. His breath hitched, so quiet it was almost imperceptible. Almost.
"You’ve always been impatient, Ji-yong."
His lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling just a little quicker than before. "And you… have always been trouble."
You laughed, light and teasing, stepping back at the exact moment he started to lean in. Ji-yong inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, frustrated in the best way.
"See you later."
"Wait—hold on."
He was right beside you before you even made it five steps, keeping pace effortlessly despite your attempt to slip away.
"You’re just gonna walk off after that?" he asked, a huff of disbelief in his tone.
You barely spared him a glance, adjusting the delicate fabric of your sleeve as you moved. "I have things to do."
"Oh, right," he said, voice laced with sarcasm. "Because you’re the big deal now."
"Not my fault you’re only just realising."
"Trust me, I realised."
He was rambling now, following you without thinking, completely unbothered by the fact that this was your show, your event, and yet here he was—tailing you like some love-struck rookie.
"It’s just—", he continued, his brows furrowing, "you really weren’t gonna say anything? Disappear for years, then show up out of nowhere, looking—" He gestured vaguely at you, his lips parting like he had too many thoughts all at once. "Like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like—like someone people wait for."
That made you pause, just for a second. Because that? That was dangerous. It wasn’t playful teasing: it was real. And maybe that was why you turned away first, keeping your tone light as you murmured, "Guess I must be worth the wait, then."
He exhaled a sharp laugh, hands on his hips. "You’re enjoying this way too much."
"Maybe."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you, like he was debating something. And then—
"Let me take you out."
That stopped you. Right there, mid-step. Slowly, you turned back to face him. "Excuse me?"
Ji-yong shrugged, playing it off—like he wasn’t just standing there, completely at your mercy, waiting for your answer. Like he wasn’t watching you too closely, trying not to give himself away. Like he wasn’t standing with his weight shifted just slightly forward, as if ready to follow you again if you so much as took a step in the wrong direction. Like he wasn’t gripping the inside of his pocket a little too tightly, knuckles tense, the only way he could stop himself from reaching for you. Like he wasn’t holding his breath. Because he was. And you could see it—all of it. It was in the way his jaw flexed when you tilted your head, deliberately dragging out your silence. It was in the way his lips parted, just slightly, as if he was about to say something else—but didn’t. It was in the way his pupils betrayed him, darkening with something unspoken, something desperate. And most of all? It was in the way he refused to look away. Even now—especially now—he was still chasing you, still reaching for something that had been out of his grasp for far too long.
"One night," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "No running. No disappearing. Just me and you."
You hummed, tapping your chin like you were actually considering it. "And if I say no?"
Ji-yong smirked, tilting his head. "Then I’ll just have to make myself worth the wait, too."
And damn it. That shouldn’t have made your stomach flip the way it did, but before you could say anything more, a voice cut through the moment.
"Excuse me—"
Ji-yong stiffened. His fingers twitched at his sides, his entire body going rigid as someone approached. For a split second, panic shot through him. Because this was exactly how it happened last time. A distraction. A fleeting moment of hesitation. And then—you were gone. So before he could stop himself, he turned to you, eyes searching, pleading, like he was already bracing for the worst. Like he thought you were just going to walk away again.
But you didn’t.
Instead, without even looking at the person, you held up a single hand—a silent, effortless command.
"Not now."
Ji-yong blinked.
The person faltered. "Oh—um—sorry, I just—"
"Later," you repeated, firmer this time.
“Ma’am, I need you to—”
Ji-yong felt something sharp twist in his chest. He could already feel the moment slipping, the distance creeping in—just like before. A distraction. A reason. A single second of hesitation, and then you’d be gone again. His breath caught. But then—
Then you finally turned, slow and deliberate, giving them a single look.
Just one.
Ji-yong couldn’t even explain it. There was no raised voice, no scolding, no need for anything more than the way your gaze flicked over them—assessing, unimpressed. It was the kind of look that held weight. That told people you weren’t to be questioned. That sent a clear, undeniable message. It worked. Instantly. The person hesitated, their confidence faltering, their words dying in their throat. Then— stumbling over an apology, they quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd, clearly realizing their mistake. Gone. Just like that.
He barely managed to stop himself from reacting.
Because damn.
He felt it—the way his stomach dropped, then twisted, then tightened, heat curling slow and hot in his chest. Because he liked you before. But this? This? This was something else entirely.
"Alright, Ji-yong." Your gaze softened a little, but it was enough for him to notice. "One night… but on my terms.”
Ji-yong let out a slow exhale, his lips parting slightly as if he needed a second to process what just happened. Then—he smirked.
"Didn’t know you had that kind of dominance in you."
His voice was low, smooth—but not nearly as casual as he probably wanted it to be. No, there was something else underneath, something darker, something interested. You caught it immediately.
"There’s a lot you don’t know about me."
You watched the way his smirk faltered for just a second—just long enough to catch, before he was tilting his head, his tongue pressing briefly against the inside of his cheek.
Oh.
He liked that.
A little too much.
You stepped closer—not enough to touch, not enough to give him anything solid to hold onto, but just enough to test him. To let the air between you shift.
"What’s wrong?" Your voice was light, teasing, knowing. "You seem a little flustered."
Ji-yong let out a short laugh, exhaling sharp through his nose as he lifted a hand to rub at his jaw. "Flustered?" His voice was smoother now, more controlled. But his body? His body betrayed him. The shift in his stance. The slow drag of his gaze over you. The way his fingers twitched at his sides. You had him.
"I think you like it," you mused, tilting your head slightly. "Me telling people what to do. Calling the shots. Making them listen."
His throat bobbed. Too noticeable. You leaned in, just slightly, just enough to let your breath kiss the space near his jaw.
"Do you like being told what to do, too?"
Ji-yong swallowed hard, but that cocky smirk of his never fully disappeared. If anything, it deepened—lazy, amused, but just a little too tight around the edges. Like he was trying to play it off. Like he wasn’t just standing there, hands twitching at his sides, hanging on to every single word that came out of your mouth.
And you?
You weren’t about to let him off that easily.
"You didn’t answer me." Your voice was slow, deliberate. Every syllable placed with care. "Do you like being told what to do, Ji-yong?"
You could feel the tension coil between you.
He let out a short laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. But it wasn’t the smooth, effortless gesture he usually carried himself with—it was something closer to restless.
"I don’t know," he mused, voice deceptively light. "Maybe you should try it and find out."
Oh?
Now that was interesting. You hummed, eyes flicking over him, watching the way he held himself perfectly still. Waiting.
"Alright, then."
You reached out—slowly. Giving him time to react. To stop you. He didn’t.
Your fingers found the lapel of his jacket, smoothing over the fabric before taking your time fixing it. Straightening it. Adjusting him as if he were yours to adjust. He exhaled. Sharp. Shallow. Like he really wasn’t used to this. Like he liked it a little too much.
"You’re a mess," you whispered, tilting your head slightly as you tugged the fabric just enough to make him feel it. "Stand up straight."
And he did. Instantly. Without a second thought. The realization flickered behind his eyes right after, something dark and amused and intrigued twisting beneath the surface. But it was too late. You already saw, and you couldn’t help but smile before you whispered again.
"Good boy."
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