#kang daesung smut

[gds-daisy]

whoever let daesung know that he’s fine gave him too much power because he knows DAMN WELL what he’s doing.

[emmiesoverthemoon]

NGHH I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE THE GD SMUT U DID hehe i was the one who requested it (im freaky anon hehe)

I HAVE ANOTHER ONE (if u want to do it)

can you do needy daesung kinda of YOU KNOW? like orgasm control yk like whimpering and stuff… HAHA i’m sorry im embarrassed writing this

THERE NEEDS TO HE MORE DAESUNG FANFICS 💔

welcome back to my domain im so glad u loved ur previous request! ill try my best with this one too!! >:)

❥ trying something new

Pairing: daesung x reader

Word count: 2,623

Summary: Daesung wants to try something new with you, and you can’t get enough of seeing him embarrassed.

Tags: absolute total freaky business, smut, bj, edging, p in v, teasing, fluff and smut

cross posted on ao3 here

The moment Daesung cleared his throat, you knew something in him was different.

He’d always been a bold man—the kind of guy that could waltz into any room, flash that energetic, charming, boyish grin, and have everyone at ease in an instant. Radiation waves of pure confidence and sunshine are second nature to him, woven into the very fabric of who he is. But right now? Right now, he is a flustered mess.

You watched him fidget, tapping restless fingers against his thigh, his usual golden, sunlit energy dimmed by something weighty. His knee bounced. He exhaled through his nose. And when he finally lifted his gaze to yours, his cheeks were red. Not the faint pink flush of exertion or laughter, or the hilarious flush he always gets after drinking, but a deep, mortifying crimson that spread from the tips of his ears down his neck like wildfire.

You tilt your head, intrigued. "You okay?"

"I'm fine!" he blurted—too fast, too bright. Then, as if realizing his own betrayal, he groans and drags a hand down his face. "No. Not fine. Just—God, this is stupid."

You set your glass down, leaning in, your curiosity eating away at you. You needed to know what was making Daesung act like this. "Now you have to tell me."

He let out a breathy laugh, but there’s no usual childlike glee to it. He was stalling. You could see it, feel it. It made something coil warm and expectant in your stomach.

"I'm serious," you pressed, your voice softer now, coaxing. You placed a hand on his thigh, near to his knee. "You can tell me anything."

He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing in sync. Then, in a move so unlike him, he avoided your eyes, focusing intently on the space between his fingers as he rubbed his hands together. "Okay. So, there's this... thing. A new thing. I wanna try it. With you." His voice dropped an octave, thick with something tangled between excitement and sheer, gut-wrenching mortification.

You raised a brow, smirking. "Sounds intriguing."

"It is! I mean—I think it is? But also, maybe it's weird? I don’t think it's weird, per-se, but now I’m questioning everything because my brain is being a little—" He made an exploding gesture near his temple, eyes wide with dramatic panic. "And now I’m just sitting here, turning red like a damn tomato while you look at me like that."

You could not help the grin that pulled further at your lips. "Like what?"

"Like you're having the time of your life watching me suffer."

“No…not at all,” you drag out, biting back a laugh. “Actually a little bit."

He groaned again, tipping his head back, his fluffy hair flowing down his head. "This is so much harder than it should be." Then, finally—finally—he squared his shoulders and meets your gaze, his deep breath shuddering just slightly at the exhale. "Okay. I just need to say it. Right now. Just—rip the Band-Aid off. Okay. Okay."

A pause.

A heartbeat.

Then:

"Can we try o-denial or edging or whatever the name is? I’ve never done it before, and I’m curious of what it feels like" He confesses, all in one breath, all in a rush, as if speaking it any slower might actually kill him. If you were not paying attention so closely, you actually would have not been able to understand a single word that left his mouth. Pink dusted your cheeks at the thought, a crystal clear contrast to the deep shade of red he was currently.

Silence settled between you for half a second before his hands fly to his face, muffling what can only be a groan of sheer regret. "Oh my God, I actually said it. I'm gonna die now. Bury me where we first met, thanks."

You laugh—full, bright, delighted. Not because you’re making fun of him--maybe a little--, but because this--this--is rare. Seeing him like this, all wound up and uncharacteristically unsure, is new. And new with him has always been exciting.

So you reached for him, fingers brushing his, grounding him. "Hey," you murmur, and when he peeked at you from behind his hands, you offer him the softest, smile, trying to comfort him. Which would work better in his favour if the words that came out from your soft lips were not dripping with pure seductive teasing. "Tell me more."

And that is how Daesung ended up in your shared bed, on his back, writhing with pleasure as you had your mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, incessantly teasing him. You loved this newfound opportunity of power over him.

From your point of view, you could feel Daesung's growing need and desperation as he begged you for release. Looking up from your position between his thighs, you could see the desire and hunger in his eyes, the desperation in his pathetic little pleas that slipped from his puffy lips. The power of control, the ability to make or break him, it's exhilarating, intoxicating. Every moan, every sigh, every struggled chant of your name is the sound of surrender, the sweet taste of victory. You prolong his ecstasy, teasing and torturing him; curling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks, occasionally taking him to the back of your throat. Holding him at the edge of pleasure and the best kind of pain might have become your favourite hobby. His desperation grows with each passing moment, 'my God,' 'please', 'just a little more sweetheart', his words blur together.

As you continued to tease Daesung, you could see the desperation growing in his eyes, the need pulsing through his veins. His hands clutched at the sheets, his body twisting in anticipation, the very image of desire and longing. You could hear his ragged breaths, feel the heat of his skin against your own as you held him captive to your will.

Each touch, each caress, it's a cruel and calculated game, and you revel in the power you hold over him. His pleas for release only fuel your desire to torture him further, to string him along the edge of pleasure and pain. And so you continue, never relenting, never breaking, your focus unwavering, your determination unshakable. This is your domain, and you rule it with the iron fist of a goddess.

"Please, let me--please I need to--," whimpers flooded out of Daesung's mouth, it was adorable how he was too embarrassed to admit how out of control he was of his mind and body. You revelled in it. Humming in reply, albeit a little muffled--to be fair, your mouth was full. The vibration coursed through his cock and made him groan even louder.

"Oh my God--It's so good, you're too--good baby," Every sentence Daesung could conjure out of his throat was interrupted by a moan, heavy sigh, or a physical twitch, it was such a cute sight, and you were drinking it all in. You now understood why he loved overstimulating you so much, this was great. After locking your eyes with his, you felt his cock twitch again from on your flattened tongue--he was close to finishing again. So promptly, you took a deep breath through your nose and plunged down, taking him all the way--and then pulling yourself clean off of him just as fast, cutting his euphoria off before he could orgasm, which earned a high pitched sob to erupt from him. Your eyes softened at the sight of Daesung attempting to recover from teetering on the line between pleasure and ache. This was his first time doing this kind of thing, after all.

"That's three times now lovely, do you think you can hold out longer?" You asked, the last thing you wanted was to cause actual discomfort or pain. You had your left hand rubbing up and down his thigh comfortingly, and your right hand softly gripping the base of his red, overstimulated cock, fingers tapping gently along the shaft. Daesung took a minute to answer as he was absolutely flushed, wrecked, and breathless, so you gave him all the time he needed.

"I--I don't know... It feels so good, but also it's starting to hurt a bit when you stop, and not in the good way..." Daesung stutters out, his breath beginning to catch up. "I don't want to interrupt your fun..."

"Hey, hey, don't worry, it's okay, lovely," Your heart cracked a little at the latter comment, his happiness and want was the fun. “Now, we can either stop entirely, or I can make you cum for reals, no breaking off. It's up to you and what you think you can take." You let go of him now, wiping your mouth from any residues or saliva with your sleeve and leaning over him to press soft, loving kisses across his warm cheeks and forehead, flooding care and adoration in each peck. Those were some of his favourite places for your lips to touch, it was always the 'number one cure to all his ailments,' he would often proclaim.

Daesung let out a small, light chuckle, covering his eyes, embarrassed by your sweet actions, as if that was more humiliating than the compromising position he was in under you not even five minutes prior. Before you could think or react, his large arms leapt up from the sheets and wrapped around your body, holding you impossibly close. He tucked his head into your neck, hiding his face nervously, causing you to laugh at his adorable disposition, and also because soft hair was brushing gently against ticklish areas. More so the former than the latter. Daesung then mumbled something, but it was indistinguishable as whatever it was was silenced by his mouth pressing into your skin.

You 'roughly' grasped his jaw, forcing him to leave the sanctuary of the section between your neck and shoulder and look you in the eye. "What was that, hmm?" You questioned teasingly. The deep flush from before this escapade had begun had returned. You knew where this was going, you just wanted to hear him say it.

"I want us both to finish--it's not fair if it's only me feeling good here," Daesung mumbled, confessing, "but like, not orally. I need you, so bad baby. Please?"

The second you nod in consent, you feel yourself being flipped onto your back against the smooth, cool sheets, your face flushing more and more, and any feeling of dominance slipping from your grasp. Daesung hovers over you, rippling with desire as he captures your lips in a hard, needy kiss. Your hands run across his chest, your nails leaving light lines in their wake.

Feeling more pent-up than ever, Daesung urgently lifts your hips to remove your bottoms from your legs, then kneeled on the mattress between your thighs. His hand dipped down to toy with you tantalisingly slow for a little while, ensuring you were prepped for him. Not that that was really necessary, you were already soaked from earlier.

"Aww, baby girl," he cooed, "Did me being under you make you all needy, hm?" You squeaked embarrassingly in response, him talking dirty you always put you in a trance. He licked his fingertips clean and aligned his cock with your entrance, eliciting an involuntary shiver from you both. Then, He pushes inside quickly, impaling you deeply with a single thrust. The haste of his action caught you slightly off guard, a subconscious gasp left you as a result of the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort setting its course through your body.

The sensation was overwhelming; his muscular frame enveloped you fully as he established a hard, dependable rhythm after ensuring your discomfort had faded away. Quickly acclimating, you were consumed by desire, your cravings for more and more fuelling an everbuilding inferno of lust as the relentless pacing continued. You made no effort to conceal any calls of his name or praises that rose and fell from your throat. Glancing to your face, Daesung soaked in your delightful expression of ecstasy and concentration painted on your visage, your back arching to meet his thrusts.

You felt hands roughly grasp your hips as he drove himself somehow even deeper within you. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, whispering breathy pleas in his ear for him to go faster, harder. Oh how he loved hearing you like this--all because of him. The headboard creaked against the wall behind, a metronome for the primal symphony of your animalistic carnal need.

Feeling confidence settle within you once more, you take an opportunity when Daesung had slowed to take a breath to roll him onto his back and straddle his waist. You took control, your hands gripping his thighs behind you for stability as you rode him with passion, your movements smooth and deliberate. He groaned out in appreciation, his hands roaming your body, grazing your sensitive skin, igniting sparks of electricity at every section of you.

Daesung's strong hands slid down your back, leaning you forward, fingers returning home to your hips, taking control of your movements. Your hands took purchase of the sheets on either side of his head as he bent his knees to thrust up to meet you halfway. Your breath became increasingly more ragged, your muscles clenching around him with each thrust, the sensation of his cock swelling within you. Lost in your own mind, consumed with sensual depravity, you feel your face be pulled in for a gentle, loving kiss, tongues dancing smoothly in a dance, juxtaposing the messy, rough movements below you.

Daesung nips at your lower lip, drawing a soft gasp from you, which devolved to a moan of elation as he speeds up from beneath you. Pressure builds in your core, an impending wave of pleasure crescendoing within you, threatening to overwhelm you as the intensity of lust approaches its peak.

"Fuck--," you whisper, panting heavy breaths, "I'm so close--God Daesung!" He looked at you, deeply engraving the desperation across your complexion into his memory. You calling his name in such a erotic voice would always be material to fuel his fire with for a very long time.

"Yeah, baby?" He grunted huskily, his voice dropping several octaves in your ear. And with that, he flips you onto your stomach, raising your hips and kneeling on one knee and the other foot pressed to the mattress to ensure he'd hit the most satisfying spots to bring you to your orgasm. "I'm nearly there too, let me feel you shatter around me, baby girl. Come on."

The building pressure in you washes waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body as you tighten impossibly around him, tears forming in your eyes and lightly dusting your face in pure euphoria. Daesung let out a mix of saccharine whimpers, high moans, and indecipherable praises as he reached his own highs, your pulsing muscles eliciting every last drop out of him that he had to offer you. The two of you collapsing onto the bed below you, becoming a tangle of sweaty limbs, your chests heaving and pulses racing. Daesung pulled you close, cradling you in his strong arms, kissing all over your warm face tenderly as aftershocks began to subside.

"Was that good, sweetheart?" He asks you, you nod, far too exhausted to formulate a verbal answer. He laughs amusingly, lifting you to the ensuite bathroom to clean you from your activities. After washing up, you both drift off to a deep sleep, feeling safe and secure in each other's embrace, sated and full of love for the one in your arms.

thank you for reading!

sorry this took a little bit, i literally get so flustered writing stuff like this so i have to take a break every two minutes😀😀

[gdinthehouseee]

Look At Me: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: you decide to visit your boyfriend while he's shooting a music video, and you notice the actresses getting a little too bold.

word count: 2326

tags: SMUT; jealousy, possessiveness, dom!reader and sub!daesung, oral (m receiving), cock worship, praise, p in v sex, fluff at the end

ao3 link special thanks to @infinetlyforgotten @loveesiren and @berfgrimm for providing me with the inspo i needed to get through this <33

You had planned to surprise Daesung today, wanting to watch him film his latest music video. You had imagined yourself sitting back, enjoying the sight of your man working hard, maybe even sneaking a few playful winks at you between takes.

But that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, you sat stiffly in the background, watching as the actresses on set got way too comfortable with him. It started with small touches—subtle, but intentional. A brush of fingers over his arm. A playful nudge that lingered too long. Giggling at things that weren’t remotely funny. Then, it escalated. One of them ran her manicured fingers over his chest under the pretense of adjusting his jacket. Another playfully smacked his shoulder but let her palm linger.

The worst part? Daesung barely noticed. He just smiled, nodding along, laughing in that warm, infectious way of his. He was being his usual friendly, kind-hearted self, and they knew it. They knew he wasn’t the type to pull away rudely. They knew exactly what they were doing—pushing boundaries, waiting to see if they could get a reaction. And oh, they were getting one.

Just not from him.

You stayed quiet, your lips curving into a deceptively neutral smile. But inside? You were fuming. The only thing stopping you from marching over and putting an end to their shameless flirting was the knowledge that Daesung was genuinely clueless about the attention he was receiving. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to do something about it. No, you would.

Just not here.

It wasn’t until you had stepped into the bedroom, later that night, when everything cracked. He was sat on the edge of the bed, tugging his t-shirt off and throwing it across the room. Tomorrow’s problem, no doubt. You crossed the room in easy, confident strides and he looked up, his usual soft smile adorning his lips as he went to speak. He didn’t get a word out before you rested your hands on his face and captured said lips in a greedy kiss.

He kissed back enthusiastically, like he always did, before you broke it to drop your forehead against his.

“Those actresses got a little bold today, don’t you think?” 

His heart stuttered in his chest, finally getting the answer to your oddly distant demeanour from the shoot and your sudden affection. He knew exactly what this was, and he felt himself getting harder by the second.

“I barely even noticed,” he whispered, staring up at you while your hands lazily dragged down to his bare chest.

“They thought they could test the limits,” you continued. “But they forgot something.”

“What’s that?” 

“That I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Stood between his legs, you pushed him just firm enough that he fell back against the bed, and you took this opportunity to unfasten his belt, slide his jeans down his legs, and palm him through his boxers. You felt his cock twitch before his hips bucked, wanting—needing—more friction. Heat pooled between your legs at the sight. 

“Jagi…” he mumbled, unable to hide his panting. 

“Hm? What's wrong, love?” You tilted your head innocently, as if you weren't just about to press down a little more while your other hand rubbed the inside of his thigh. 

He instinctively opened his legs a little wider, squirming under your touch. “Need more—” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah—” 

“Ask nicely.” You demanded, slightly speeding your hand up on his dick while his hips bucked up once more. 

“Ah, please,” he said. “I need more, jagi.”

Before you could say anything else, he reached down in hopes of moving your hands—but you were quicker. You kept your hand on his dick while your other hand moved from his thigh to catch his wrist; you barely caught the little whimper that escaped his lips. 

“I didn’t tell you to touch, did I?”

“N-no…”

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” You began, as you finally pulled down his boxers, his erection painfully springing free. “If you can be good for me… I’ll reward you.” 

Daesung didn’t say anything more—he didn’t need to when he started to kick his legs a little to shove the rest of his clothes off, and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his desperation. Then, he moved back so he could prop himself up against the headboard while you climbed onto the bed and straddled his thigh. His hands dug into the sheets as your hand finally wrapped around his cock.

You started pumping it at an agonisingly slow pace. His dick throbbed under your delicate touch, and he wanted to be good for you—he really did—but he couldn’t stop himself from jerking up a little, still so desperate for more. You leaned forward to trail kisses down his neck, nipping at his burning skin, and sucking so hard to ensure there would be marks. 

“Jagi—” he gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

“Patience, sweetheart.” You whispered, taking in the way it sent a shiver down his spine. 

Enjoying the teasing a little too much, you trailed kisses and bites further down his body until you had to sit up again so you could reposition. You shifted so that you laid in between his thighs. Enjoying the sight of him practically squirming under your touch, you continued to scatter more kisses and bites on the inside of his thighs before licking a stripe from the base all the way to the tip. 

Immediately, his eyes shot open to get a good look of you savouring the way his sweet pre-cum tasted. He opened his mouth to speak, cutting himself off with a groan as his half-lidded eyes stared into your own as you took his length in your mouth. 

You bobbed your head on it, going as far as you could on his cock and ignoring the tears pricking at your eyes as he hit the back of your throat with another buck of his hips. His shy whimpers quickly became stuttered moans. Music to your ears. You teased him with a muffled moan that practically vibrated around his length, which sent another shiver down his back.

“Fuck, o-oh jagi…” he whined. 

Your hand momentarily returned to pumping him as you let yourself breathe for a moment. “I love this cock so much, always making me feel so good.” You whisper, before quickly licking the underside of it. 

He threw his head back at the sensation, unable—or, unwanting—to stop his breathy moans. 

“Isn't that right, baby?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“And this…” you squeezed it a little for emphasis. “This is all mine, isn't it?” 

“M-mhmm.” He mumbled again. 

You moved to continue sucking Daesung off, your own arousal soaking your panties when he let out another whine and snapping his hips up yet again. Desperate. So desperate for something; anything. So desperate for more. Such a needy little thing. 

“Sweetheart.” You sat back up again. His eyes shot open and he looked down to meet your seductive gaze. “What did I say? Be good and I'll reward you.”

“I— fuck.” He stuttered out as you stood to discard of your bra and panties. Then, you slowly crawled over to straddle him with ease. His dick strained painfully against your entrance. You didn't miss the way how his fingers curled further into the sheets, holding on for dear life. 

“Use your words.” You ordered, one hand landing on his neck as a warning, while the other trailed down his toned chest.

He nearly came from your possessiveness alone. “Please,” he whimpered. “I need more. Please, jagi.”

“What do you need?” 

“Please—”

Your hand tightened around his throat, just enough for him to let out another stuttered breath. Another warning. “Be a good boy and tell me.”

“I-I need to fuck you,” he began. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“You wanna be my good boy?” You whispered. 

He let out another whine, so you leaned forward to press a hungry kiss to his lips—he eagerly kissed back��and to line your entrance up with his strained cock. Your nails dug into his chest and neck.

“Be still for me, baby. No cumming until I say so.” 

With him melting under your touch, and using the previous mix of slick and spit as lube, you finally sunk down onto his length. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling. This wasn't the first time, and certainly not the last, but you couldn't help the way your walls clenched around him. You could practically taste the dominance slipping away as he took the opportunity to buck his hips and fuck you from underneath. His now sweaty hands gripped your plush thighs like his only lifeline. 

“Just like that, baby.” Your breathy praise only egged him on further, his thrusts growing sloppier; desperate. 

“Does this feel good, jagi?” Daesung tried to at least pretend to have some sort of authority. His whines said otherwise. 

Instead of answering, you moved your hands to cup his face and capture his swollen lips in yet another desperate kiss. Your tongue swiped out at his bottom lip, using his sudden gasp as a way into his mouth, and the two of you continued to ‘silently’ argue over who really had the power here. It definitely wasn’t him. Not with the way he shivered under your wandering hands, not with the way he whimpered every time he buried his dick deep inside you, and especially not with the way he melts under you. Both during sex and during any sort of affection. 

“Fuck, o-oh jagiya.” He whined again. He was fully squirming under you now, slamming into you with frantic thrusts. Telltale signs he was close. Not that you were in a better state, but you couldn’t not finish what you started. 

“You’re all mine, hmm?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Isn’t that right, Daesung baby?” 

“Ah, mhmm.” He mumbled, barely keeping his eyes open. 

“Use your words. Let me hear you say it.” You dug your nails into his shoulders. 

“I’m all yours—oh, f-fuck…” 

“That’s it, sweetheart. All mine.” 

You grinded your hips against Daesung’s, his hands moving from your thighs to your waist as he leaves a trail of hot kisses down your neck before he sighs again.

“Please,” he says before hiding his face against your collarbone, his warm breath fanning over your even warmer skin. “Please, jagi, I’m so close.” 

“Then come for me. Be a good boy.”

With that, he fucked you with a few more desperate thrusts. Tears of pleasure formed in your eyes as he hit your sweet spot, your moans only encouraged him further. He loved being the only man who could make you like this. Your walls clenched around him one last time before you finally felt him release inside you with a final strained groan, your own juices leaking out around his dick; your own whimper escaping your lips.

Coming down from the euphoria, the two of you stayed there for a moment, the only movement were your chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breath and steady your heartbeats. You had to tear your eyes away from his parted, kiss-swollen lips before you got any more ideas. Instead, you smooth his hair back from his forehead, smiling down at him with that confident glint he knows too well.

“Damn,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You really didn’t like the way they were looking at me, huh?”

You raise a brow, brushing your fingers down his chest with a slow, teasing drag.

“I didn’t mind the looking,” you say smoothly. “They can look all they want. I just wanted to remind you whose hands you come home to.”

You pause for a moment before climbing off him, his cock slipping out of you, earning a sharp exhale from him. It wasn’t like the state you were in was any better. With your shaky legs, you stood up and momentarily retreated into the bathroom for a washcloth and towel so you could at least have some wholesome affection tonight.

As you clean him up—almost like an apology for your possessiveness—with a softer expression now, you tried not to think about how he hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He decided to take your free hand and press a kiss to each of your knuckles. 

“You didn’t have to remind me,” he says, eyes locked with yours. “But... I’m not gonna lie. I loved that you did.”

You smirk, leaning down to kiss the edge of his jaw. “What’d you expect me to do? Sit still and look pretty?”

He groans and throws an arm over his eyes, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “You are pretty. But damn—I didn’t stand a chance.”

You kiss your way down his throat, then pull back just enough to wipe the sweat from his body with the towel beside the bed. He shivers at your touch, the afterglow still clinging to him like a second skin.

“I like seeing them watch you,” you admit. “Because they don’t know what happens when we’re alone.”

He peeks at you from under his arm. “What happens when we’re alone?”

You grin slowly, settling beside him and pulling the blanket over both your bodies.

“I take you home, ruin you a little, then hold you until you forget anyone else even looked your way.”

He lets out a low, wrecked laugh, turning to bury his face into your neck once more. “You’re so cocky when I’m like this,” he mumbles against your skin. “I love it.”

You hum, fingers sliding through his messy hair as you kiss the crown of his head. You can feel his content smile against your bare skin. He sighs, arms curling tighter around your waist.

“Let them have their fantasies, Daesung, you’re mine.” 

“That’s what I like to hear.”

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so uh... first smut fic how we feeling?? xd

[dollzites]

desperate!daesung is needy for fem!reader . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

daesung had told you hours prior that he’d be home late and for you it wasn’t a problem at all, now being able to take the time to catch up on house chores that needed to be done. after a few agonizing hours of hard work you ordered daesung’s favorite meal hoping he would be home soon enough to enjoy it with you but.. the clock continue to tick and he still wasn’t home. you didn’t feel angry at him whatsoever knowing he had been working so hard for his youtube channel and the bigbang performances. a small sigh left your lips and you decided it was time to call it a night, wrapping yourself up in the blanket he had bought you months ago that smelled just like him and quietly falling asleep.

his broad back laid up against the door once inside and a deep breath left his chest. what a long and tiring day it had been for daesung and all he could think about was you. the warmth of your body, the smell of your sweet shampoo that sent blood rushing to his cock, the way you looked up at him with your big pretty doe eyes that looked so innocent but were far from it. oh he needed you more than ever. letting his bag hit the floor he found himself hurrying down the hallway knowing you’d be in the room. when he seen you laying there in the bed with just his shirt on—the desperation grew stronger. of course he didn’t want to wake you but the thumping of his heart couldn’t calm down and he knew that this wouldn’t just go away even if he jerked off in the shower. fuck. why’d he have to do this right now.

the bed dipped beside you and his strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you into him, allowing his face to bury itself in the crook of your neck inhaling your sweet scent that he adored oh so much. “fuck..” he cursed just below your ear but the deep sleep you were in wouldn’t allow anything to wake you that was.. until daesung started fondling you. his large hand gripped at your breast that had been covered by his shirt and he slowly pushed himself against your ass, a desperate whine leaving his thick lips. “wake up baby, hm? please? I’m home and I missed you so much. god, please wake up.” his voice was so soft yet dripping with lust and that’s what ended up awakening you from the sleep you wanted and needed. daesung continued to thrust his hips into your backside like a dumb dog in heat and usually he would be quite embarrassed by his own actions but the desperation made him into a whole different man. “d-daesung..?” you whispered and tried to turn to face the man you missed dearly but he stopped you from doing so, his warm large hand finding it’s way up the shirt you were wearing to fondle your breast but it wasn’t enough for him. he needed you. “fuck this.” he whined and roughly lifted the shirt over your head throwing it to the side. you were.. shocked to say the least, this side of daesung wasn’t something you’d seen a lot in the relationship.

his thick lips wrapped around your nipple twirling his tongue around the sensitive nub just how you like it. you whimpered at the feeling and let a hand grip at his long brown locks. when he pulled away to give the other nipple the same attention you threw your head back against the soft pillow you were once sleeping on, whimpering at how well he used his mouth against you. “thought about you all day.. you don’t understand how bad I want you, hm? look at me baby. please. you’re so pretty.. always so so pretty.” you didn’t say a word instead just let out another soft whimper that he loved hearing so much. daesung slowly kissed up your chest and once he reached your neck his pretty thick lips wrapped around the soft skin and sucked making sure to leave as many marks as he could, fingers playing with the sensitive nipples he once sucked on.

[greenxgloss]

Part 1

Summary: Jiyong, usually shy and gentlemanly, shocked you when he fiercely cussed out a man who catcalled you, making you see him in a completely different light. Later, as he bought you a dress and stayed the night, your best friend pointed out what you were reluctant to admit—you might be seeing Jiyong as more than just a friend. Themes: Best Friends to lovers, some suggestive language, Mention of nudityWord Count: 3k

Jiyong had slowly become much more shy in the passed few years. Well, he had always been bashful and timid with girls he really liked while still being a gentleman. He was flirtatious and sweet. that’s why it surprised you when he cussed out the creep who cat-called you the first time the both of you went on a little friend date downtown.

You were staring up in awe at the beautiful lights and decorations peppered all over a new dress store when you heard it. fuck I’d like some of that. it seemed the man didn’t see Jiyong standing a foot away from you —or didn’t care. You definitely didn’t care as it was a common occurrence. Jiyong in his flared jeans, pink grandma cardigan and cute matching pink bucket hat that was fluffy all over huffed, face contorting in anger and disgust as he shouted at the man.

“you think you can just approach people like that? you fucking perv.” he took a step forward, puffing his chest. your awe was now directed at Jiyong, never having stepped in for you that way. not that he ever needed to, no one dared to treat you less than perfect when he was around.

“Get the fuck away from us before I shove my foot so far up your ass, not only will your life flash before your eyes, but so will your ancestors,” Jiyong seethed, his voice sharp and venomous.

You barely had time to process the sheer rage in his tone before you turned to glance at the man who had catcalled you. His confidence had evaporated in an instant. His cocky smirk was gone, replaced by wide, panicked eyes as he took a cautious step back. His hands lifted in front of him, palms out, a weak attempt at de-escalation—though the damage had already been done.

Jiyong took another step forward, chest still puffed, fists still clenched. The catcaller flinched. Then, as if realizing he was no match for the fire burning behind Jiyong’s glare, the man bolted, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush to disappear down the street.

You stood frozen, blinking up at Jiyong in stunned silence.

“Whoa,” was all you managed, suddenly feeling a heat grow between your thighs, which was new. Does that usually happen between best friends? You had to ask yourself the question and hope this sudden feeling was not out of the ordinary.

“Do you want one?” Jiyong asked, his voice now calm, as if the fiery outburst from moments ago had never happened. The shift in his demeanor was almost jarring, leaving you struggling to catch up.

“Huh?” you blinked, your mind still reeling from the scene that had just unfolded. You cleared your throat, trying to shake the lingering tension, but your body wasn’t cooperating. Your heart was still racing, pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

Following the direction of his outstretched finger, you turned to look behind you, your gaze landing on the large glass storefront. Mannequins stood elegantly posed, draped in stunning dresses, each one shimmering under the soft glow of the boutique’s lighting.

He was pointing at one in particular—a deep green silk gown that hung delicately on display, the fabric cascading down like liquid. It was stunning. It was expensive. It was also exactly your style.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening for an entirely different reason now.

“Oh! You know I can’t afford these.” You sighed, shifting between your feet as you looked between him and the dark green silk dress on display, mouth watering at the lack of straps and how it glistened in the light. You winced before turning to walk away but Jiyong stopped you, hand on your wrist to spin you around. “It’s on me. After that bullshit you deserve it.” He smiled pulling towards the entrance.

Suddenly you were seeing your best friend in a different light. The strong grip on your wrist fought hard to pull a whine from your throat but you fought harder. You confused yourself but just let it go as you got an up close look at all the stunning gowns in the store, the clerk smiling wide before greeting the both of you.

“That green one you were looking at would look great on you.” Jiyong smiled before walking up to the clerk and asking for one in your size, which he had memorized by heart. It came as no surprise when you remembered your best friend is the fashionista of your tree of friends on top of being the mom friend.

You smiled bashfully as the clerk looked past Jiyong and right at you. “You have your girlfriend’s measurements memorized that’s very sweet. And the first of many many boyfriends who come in to purchase for their counterparts,” The order woman complimented and jiyong smiled happily, causing your heart to almost flutter at his lack of interjecting when she referred to you as his girlfriend.

Once you were home and finished shopping Jiyong encouraged you to try the dress on again. “It looked so pretty and I didn’t get any pictures of you in it come on,” he whined, pulling on your arm. You rolled your eyes playfully. “Fiiiiine.” Letting a giggle spill as you rushed into your room to try on the dress.

Jiyong sat behind you on the edge of your bed while you changed which wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'd become quite comfortable with him the last few years and now it was second nature.

This time you spotted him watching closely, the tattoos across your hips and shoulder blades being visible to him. He allowed his gaze to linger.

You slipped into the dress, feeling the soft fabric glide over your skin. As you stood up, you spun in a graceful twirl, letting the material swirl around your legs. The moment you stopped, you caught Jiyong's gaze, and a proud smile spread across his face. "Gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. He chuckled lightly, clapping his hands together in appreciation. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and snapped a series of pictures, each one capturing your joy and the way the dress seemed to come alive with your movement.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of his excited energy. It was rare to see him so caught up in a moment, and it warmed your heart. Without thinking, you flopped down onto the bed beside him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. The scent of his cologne mixed with the soft fabric of the sheets, creating a sense of comfort that you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

He looked at you, his eyes softening, and you both shared a quiet laugh, the world outside seeming to pause for just a moment.

Laid in silence for a moment after the laughter died down, you turned on your side to look at each other. “Thanks, Jiyong.” You gave him a soft smile. “anything for you.” he pulled you into a cuddle. Your arm was thrown over his waist and his looped around you, pulling your head to his chest. The two of you stayed that way for a few minutes before you looked up at him.

In the moment it was like everything around you disappeared and it was just the two on you on your bed in an otherwise empty cube; No furniture, no windows, no muffled outside noise. Something felt different.

Warmth bubbled up in your belly and you could feel it reaching your cheeks so you quickly dug your head back into his chest to hide the flush creeping up on you so rudely.

what the fuck is going on with you today?

It was late, and after spending the entire day walking around downtown, exhaustion had settled deep into your bones. Without much thought, you found yourself curling up against Jiyong’s warmth, your body naturally gravitating toward his as sleep took over almost instantly. This wasn’t unusual for the two of you—falling asleep tangled together had become second nature after years of friendship. Whether it was crashing on each other’s couches after long nights out or dozing off during late-night movie marathons, moments like these were just another part of your unspoken routine.

When you woke up the next morning, you were still curled up against Jiyong, your body comfortably molded to his as if you had never moved throughout the night. The warmth of his presence was familiar, but as your mind slowly emerged from sleep, you noticed something was different. You were no longer in the clothes you had worn the day before—instead, you were dressed in soft pajamas, and when you reached up to rub your eyes, you realized your makeup had been completely wiped off. Your skin felt fresh, free of the remnants of eyeliner and mascara you had definitely been wearing when you dozed off.

A frown tugged at your lips as you blinked in confusion. How had you managed to sleep through all that? You weren’t exactly a heavy sleeper, yet somehow, Jiyong had changed you, cleaned your face, and tucked you back into bed without waking you. The thought made heat rise to your cheeks—he had taken care of you so gently, so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“hey.” Jiyong croaked as he pulled away, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Did you take my makeup off and change my clothes?” You giggled as you hooked your hand under your pillow and clutched the duvet tight to your chest. He nodded and hummed a yes once he finished his big stretch.

"Thanks," you said with a soft smile, and as always, he returned it without hesitation. His gaze flickered to his phone, checking the time before letting out a small sigh.

"Ah, I gotta get to the studio," he mumbled reluctantly, pushing himself up from the bed. As he stood, you finally took in the sight before you—your sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his upper body completely bare. Heat crept up your neck, and you quickly averted your gaze, but not before the blush had already betrayed you.

"What? So early?" you pouted, tilting your head up at him. "Can’t we at least have breakfast first?" You sat up, watching as he hurriedly pulled on the clothes he had worn the day before, already preparing to rush out the door.

He shook his head. “Can’t. Already overslept. but I can come by later tonight if you’re not doing anything.” Jiyong raked his hands through his hair in a rushed attempt to tame it. You sighed in response. “Okay. I’ll see you later then. I feel like we barely spend time together anymore.” you pouted.

Jiyong had been pouring everything into his album—long nights at the studio, back-to-back promo meetings, and constant traveling had consumed most of his time. It felt like you barely saw him anymore, your usual daily texts turning into sporadic updates about his schedule. That’s why the two of you had made solid plans to go shopping the day before—to finally spend some much-needed time together like you used to.

But now, as you sat there alone in bed, you regretted falling asleep so early. You had missed out on the little moments that made your sleepovers special—the quiet conversations in the dark, the whispered jokes, the deep, unfiltered talks that somehow always felt easier when you were curled up beside each other. It wasn’t just about spending time together; it was about the comfort of those late-night moments, the ones that made you feel like no matter how busy life got, you’d always have Jiyong.

“That will change, I promise. I’m trying to make as much time for you as possible.” he ruffled your hair. “I promise, promise, promise I’ll be here tonight, with food.” he winked playfully and rushed out the door, both of you yelling your goodbyes.

-

By the time noon rolled around, you had already gone through the familiar motions of your morning routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face, making a half-hearted attempt at breakfast, and scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Yet, despite the slow start to your day, you found yourself sitting on the couch with nothing to do, staring at the ceiling as boredom settled over you.

With a sigh, you reached for your phone and quickly typed out a message to Marlee, your closest friend outside of Jiyong.

(12:04) You: you free? (12:04) You: Come over I’m dying of boredom

You barely had to wait a minute before the typing bubbles appeared, followed by her enthusiastic response.

(12:05) Lee<3: On my way hope you have snacks

A small smile tugged at your lips. At least now, the day wouldn’t feel so uneventful.

“Heyyy!” Marlee beamed, stepping through the doorway with her usual effortless confidence. One hand rested on her hip while the other clutched the strap of her purse, her oversized sunglasses pushed up into her thick curls. She looked every bit like she had just strutted off a fashion runway, despite probably having just rolled out of bed an hour ago.

You giggled at her dramatic entrance, shaking your head. “Record time! I swear you teleport.”

“Please, I heard urgent fashion news and I moved fast,” she teased, slipping off her shoes before following you inside.

Grinning, you grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward your bedroom. “You have to see the dress Jiyong bought me yesterday,” you gushed, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

Marlee let out a dramatic gasp. “He bought you a dress? Okay, now I really need details.”

You reached into your closet, carefully pulling out the gorgeous silk dress before laying it out on the bed. The deep green fabric shimmered under the soft lighting of your room, practically glowing. Marlee immediately sprawled herself across the opposite side of the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she stared at the dress like it was a piece of art.

Her reaction was instant. She sucked in a breath, eyes going wide before she let out a feigned moan. “Oh my god…” she gasped, clutching her chest.

You watched her face intently, unable to fight the satisfied grin forming as she dramatically fanned herself.

Her jaw dropped letting out a feigned moan. “oh my god…” she gasped as she sat up. “It’s gorgeous and it’s your style… baby why haven’t you hopped on it yet?” she looked up at you with her brows furrowed. “Marlee.” you scolded, face immediately displaying unamusment. “Y/n.” She returned in the same tone of course drawing an eye roll from you.

“I totally would if i had a sexy bestfriend who bought me expensive gifts like this just because.” She spoke nonchalantly, crossing her legs like a little girl and tucking her hands under her knee. “If i had the money I’d be spoiling you too. it’s not like that with Jiyong I don’t see him that way…” you paused and immediately remembered how you felt when he cursed out the catcaller.

“I knew there was a ‘but’ coming,” Marlee grinned, eyes glinting with curiosity.

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Well… some guy catcalled me while Ji and I were out shopping yesterday, and—”

Marlee’s brows lifted expectantly. “And?”

“You know Ji,” you continued, gesturing vaguely. “He’s the sweetest guy. Super shy, total gentleman—he’s the type to pull out chairs for every woman, no matter who she is.”

Marlee nodded, fully invested now. “Right, right. That sounds like him. But—” she motioned for you to hurry up, her hands flapping impatiently.

You grabbed the dress from the bed, carefully placing it back in your closet before settling on the floor across from her, mirroring her posture.

“But he lost it on the guy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “I mean—lost it. Nose flaring, face red, that little vein in his neck popping. He straight-up cussed him out like he was ready to throw hands.”

Marlee’s eyes widened. “Ji?”

“Ji.” You nodded, still stunned.

Marlee smiled like she knew exactly what you were about to say and unconsciously leaned toward you. “It was so hot.” you covered your face. “We've been friends for so long and I’ve literally never seen him get worked up that way before. I’ve seen him get frustrated and let out little huffs like when he spills something or when he messes up a dance or lyric.” You spun around and rested your back on the foot of your bed. “seeing him get that angry, that fast and the fact that it was over me?!” you exclaimed as Marlee nodded, understanding you entirely. she giggled and drummed on the bed.

“Yeah I totally get what you mean… so what does this mean for you?” she asked. Until that moment you hadn’t even asked yourself that. You hadn’t considered what thinking of your best friend that way meant, you hadn’t considered- hardly accepted that you were even attracted to the behaviour Jiyong displayed yesterday until you uttered the words to Marlee.

"I haven't thought about it actually." you threw your head back pensively before looking at her with wide eyes. "probably because it doesn't mean anything." You shrugged.

"Marlee, you can think someone's attractive without being into them." you blinked at her. "sure but you wouldn't sexualize them if you weren't into them." she gave a tight-lipped smile before letting out a whistle, earning a sigh from you.

Not wanting to discuss the matter any further you changed the subject knowing it would only frustrate you into an argument. "well anyway, how's it going with deli guy?" you asked her as you stood up, grabbed your pillow and laid on your chest. she rolled her eyes playfully and grinned. "Good, he gave me my favourite sandwich for free yesterday and told me when his break is so I think he wants me to come by tomorrow." she gleamed and you could swear her iris' morphed into hearts.

You loved hearing about Marlee's love life even if there wasn't anything going on in yours. that's what she loved about you; never being jealous or antipathous. You just wanted to hear about how happy she was with her newest cute boy-toy. "that's so sweet. you should bring him something in return." You gushed, cupping your cheeks gleefully. She giggled in response. "I hope something actually happens with this one; he really does seem to be into me." She sighed sweetly, sinking into the bed.

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[nemesyis]

Wow, it's so nice to see people have found my fics. I honestly have ignored my account for so long it's ridiculous. Thank you to all of my new readers, whether you follow me or not. It is much appreciated.

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Masterlist

smut*

Choi Seunghyun (T.O.P)

Headcanons

Husband!choiseung-hyun x Wife!reader

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Pranking them (bigbang x Reader)

Kwon Jiyong (Gdragon)

Drunken Confessions

Let Me Help*

Headcanons

husband!kwonji-yong x Wife!reader*

Blurbs

Pranking them (Bigbang x Reader)

Kang Daesung

Blurbs

Pranking them (Bigbang x Reader)

Choi Su-bong (Thanos)

Blurbs

C*ckwarming With Thanos*

Smau

Random messages between you and your bf Thanos*

[gds-daisy]

worship

pairing: kang daesung x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!daesung, hand job (male!receiving), oral sex (fem!receiving), teasing, praise, etc.

Today had been full of surprises, one of them being the fact that you were currently edging the shit out of Daesung while you were on top of him.

He had been so clingy all day and you noticed right away. He was trying to get your attention, which you found too slutty for his own good. You wanted him to think about what he did and that’s exactly what you were doing while pumping away at his aching cock. What made this even worse for him was the one rule you gave him: he couldn’t touch you. Daesung loved when he could touch you every second of the day and the fact that you took the one thing he wanted away from him was frustrating. It also made him harder, which worked to your advantage.

See, you always knew what would get him all hot and bothered. Whether it was wearing a very short skirt, praising him, or even teasing him. You had done all three tonight which made him a moaning mess as he grew harder underneath your hand. Any one of those things by itself would’ve been enough to make him bust, but all three? He may as well be considered a dead man.

“Already close, huh?” you coo softly.

“Only for you,” Dae whines.

“Feels so good,” he staggers in between consonants due to you purposely pumping him harder to see his reaction. Not to your surprise, he does as you expected. You loved seeing your boy become unraveled for you. It proved one thing: he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he lets out with a voice crack.

“Cum for me, pretty boy…cum all over my hand,” you praise.

Finally receiving your permission, he doesn’t hold back before doing as you say and releases his hot seed on your hand. You relish this moment and knew you would never get tired of him completely submitting to you and fulfilling every request you gave him.

“That’s my boy,” you say before catching him off guard when you start to lick up the release he left on your now tarnished hand. “Mmmm… tastes so good Dae…” you trail as you smack your lips together, making them sound wet and slick.

“Thank y-you” he manages to let out.

Once you were done licking up his salty cum, you caress his hair, letting him know he was so good for you.

“Since you were so good for me, I’m gonna let you touch me now, kay? Is that what you want, my sweet boy?”

“Yes please,” he begs.

“Then show how well you can make me feel,” you say before moving off of his legs where you were previously positioned. You lay down flat on the bed before Daesung slowly gets on top of you. He wasn’t slow and timid because he was nervous. It was because of his naturally submissive attitude. He was always so eager to prove himself to you whenever he’s submissive like he was right now.

He feels how warm your body was and realized just how much he missed it when you didn’t let him touch you. He lets out a little sigh when he cups your peaky breasts in his hands and starts sucking on one of them. Your head tilts back a bit while your areola was still being sucked by his needy mouth.

“Feels so good, baby,” you praise. Before you know it, he switches to your other tit that’s just as hard for him. You could feel the tenderness to it, but there was also neediness to it. The way his tongue lapped at your hard nipples, the way it dragged across your peaks, the way his teeth dug into it. He was drunk on you. “God, you’re such a good boy”.

Suddenly, he pulls his mouth off your nipple and you don’t know why. “Can I… ask you something?” he asks with a hint of timidness in his voice.

“Go ahead, baby. Ask me,” you say.

“Can I… eat you out?” he asks, sounding embarrassed at the question.

“Of course you can, love,” you agree.

Daesung felt so relieved when he heard your answer and felt his soul leave his body. He desperately wanted to be in between your thighs and devour your delicious cunt. You know he’s too hyper-fixated on you to even correctly, so you do it for him, leaving him flustered when he’s met with your damp panties.

“Look how wet you made me,” you say with a playful gasp. He whines at your words and all you can do is chuckle at him.

“Can I take your panties off, baby?” he asks with all self respect gone from his body.

“You can once you ask properly,” you warn.

“May I take your panties off, baby?” he corrects himself.

“Yes you may, pretty boy,” you coo.

He struggles to get his fingers between the waistband at first, but he finally does so after many passing seconds and successfully pulls them down. Once your dainty panties are discarded to the floor, you smugly spread your legs open. His facial expression changes into a shell shocked one at the sight of your glistening pussy. No matter how many times he laid eyes on it, he was still shocked every time.

“I want it so bad,” he whines.

“Prove it then,” you challenge.

Wanting to prove himself to you, he slides down your body until he reaches your thighs and places his head in between them. Not wasting any more time, he quickly delves into your pussy with his tongue. Just like you thought, it’s full of pent up need and desire. Usually when he ate you out, it was slow and sensual and it lasted longer. However, since you deprived him for so long, he had turned into a starving boy who only had an appetite for your pussy.

“Fuck Dae!” you say as you feel him lick stripes around your surprisingly sensitive clit. He flicks your clit back and forth before sucking on the very bud of your clit. The feeling is so heightening to the point where you find yourself tugging on his Padawan braid, forcing his head to dive deeper against the folds of your pussy.

Taking his tongue away from your clit, he finally centers his tongue between your wet pussy lips and curls it at just the right angle. You feel the rigidness of his slick tongue and you can’t help but moan while he was tongue fucking you like his life depended on it. “Yeah that’s it pre-pretty boy…fuck” you moan.

“Tastes so good,” he whines. Wanting to watch him squirm, you bring your thighs closer together until they’re wrapped around him. You notice the way his breath hitches as he’s breathing your pussy in like its the only source of oxygen in the entire universe.

“Faster, Dae!” you say.

He obliges with your request and starts to abuse your messy cunt with his skillful tongue, harder and faster than before. Daesung feels the way your walls clench around him and groans while his tongue is seated somewhere very deep inside you. The overstimulation fills your entire core, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s fucking you so well with only his tongue. You’re practically grinding your pussy on his beautiful, angelic face, knowing that it would soon be covered with your sticky arousal.

“So good, Dae… so fucking good. Gods, fucking take it like a good boy…” you say before bucking yourself on him even harder than you were before. All of your self control was gone, but you just wanted to cum all over his pretty face. He finds your g-spot, which makes your already tight pussy spasm around him. You can feel the blistering heat start to form deep inside you as you’re riding his face like there’s no tomorrow.

“Such a go- good fucking boy for me…make me cum,” you manage to say in between strings of pornographic moans. He softly grunts at your noises and doubles his efforts, wanting to make you happy. He successfully does so because you feel the rope of arousal splash out of your pussy and onto his face.

Daesung remains in your pussy for a few breaths before pulling out. You manage to catch your breath as well before caressing his disheveled locks, which you admired more than you cared to admit.

“You made me feel so good tonight, baby. I’m so proud of you,” you praise before kissing on his lips even though they were coated with your arousal.“You weren’t lying baby… it does taste good,” you mutter before breaking the kiss.

“I would never lie to you,” he says with a tired smile.

“I know you wouldn’t. You’re my special boy, you know that right?” you say with a smile.

“Yeah I do,” he says, returning your smile.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look like this?… all painted with my cum?” you ask rhetorically with a chuckle, knowing he likes it when you praise him and shower him with compliments.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby…” you suggest. Before you guys can get up, Daesung starts to say something.

“Thank you for everything,” he says to you, voice full of gratitude.

“For letting you eat me out or wanting to clean you up?” you ask with a sly smirk.

“Both,” he admits.

You smile harder than you should at his response, but it was only because you loved the way he treated you and the way you loved him more than your entire soul.

“Just doing my job, pretty boy,” you say with a smile. He chuckles at this before you lead him off the bed with your hand entwined in his. “Now let me clean you up,” you say before leading him into the bathroom for a night filled of tender loving care after everything that just went down between you guys.

You loved him and he loved you.

[neoncloudx]

a multimuse & multiship independent rp blog, spotty activity. mildly selective. smut will be present but I prefer a STRONG plot before smut takes place … vc, they/them, 28, est. sideblog so there wouldn’t be following back. I would if I could.

opens will be tagged here along with the other essentials once the blog is fully functional. below will be my rules and my muses.

the rules:

1. have basic human respect and decency (aka don’t be rude or a jerk)

2. I do have a discord but I won’t be giving it out unless needed, I want to get to know you first.

3. while there will be smut on this blog, it is not the goal of threads I want to do. let’s plot things out, create a story.

4. mun is 28, lives in the est. please be 21+ to interact.

5. while I am selective, I still would like to plot with you.

6. don’t be afraid to message me, come and chat ooc or plotwise

Muses:

lee hwan (sang heon lee) 23-26. university graduate who works in tech. hopeless romantic. Playboy

seonu daesung (jeon jungkook) 24-28. movie/tv actor and part time writer.

park sun-woo (cha eunwoo) 23-25. model/trustfund heir.

moon jin-sun (hwang hyunjin) 23-25. dancer and model.

seonu chang-min (kim taehyung). 27-30. brother of daesung. horror movie enthusiast and actor.

Kang Ryung (woo do hwan). 32+. demon/supernatural.

carter lovett (louis partridge) 21. foreign exchange student.

adam peterson (logan lerman). 30. restaurant owner/chef

[emmiesoverthemoon]

───·:*➳fic masterlist·˚

─ f - fluff ─ s - smut ─ a - angst ─ g - suggestive

♱ bigbang

kwon jiyong / g-dragon: come back to me─ a overwhelming warmth─ f scorching close call─ s first doctor's jitters─ f party just for you─ a f baby it ain't fair─ s stupid bet─ g f switch up─ g f does your mother know?─ g f s

choi seunghyun / t.o.p: feed your impulses─ g f who needs desks anyway─ f don't push me away─ a f

kang daesung: trying something new─ s f promise to not leave me behind─ a f don't wanna break up again─ a

mixed: he’s so boyfriend─ f he's so boyfriend: two─ f he's so boyfriend: three─ f a helping hand (and maybe three more)─ g f a helping hand (and maybe three more): two─ s g f

♱ stray kids

lee felix: sweeter than this─ f s g

[gdinthehouseee]

gdinthehouseee masterlist

REQUESTS: closed (im sorry lmfao i wasn't expecting that many reqs)

asterisk (*) means smut :)

BIGBANG

KWON JI-YONG / G-DRAGON

SERIES

Born To Die (vampire au)

ONESHOTS

Neon Secrets + Part 2

Whiskers and Warmth

Bittersweet

Under the Weather

Lucky Star

Killshot

Valentine's

Stars Rewritten ( + bonus smau)

224

I Belong To You

Fan Wars

Hotline

Unbuttoned

Like a Villain

Centre

CHOI SEUNG-HYUN / T.O.P

SERIES

nothing yet...

ONESHOTS

A Moment in Marble

Gentle

Misread

Closed Door + Part 2

Running

Everyone But Us

KANG DAESUNG / D-LITE

SERIES

nothing yet...

ONESHOTS

Spotlight

One Take, One Chance

Mother's Day

Look At Me*

SQUID GAME

i'm working on it i swear

i have also written for JJBA and Yakuza/LAD in the past, which can be found on my ao3 so feel free to check it out if you're interested :)

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[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Kang Chunso. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Jung Haein - Ator. ✦ Data de nascimento: 01/04/1988. ✦ Idade: 35 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreano, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Leal, Corajoso e determinado. ✦ Defeitos: Enxerido, teimoso, impaciente. ✦ Moradia: Elysian Fields. ✦ Ocupação: Coordenador Pedagógico - Divine Children’s Academy. ✦ Twitter: @EF88KC ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE/SHIPPING, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Vive de cabelos em pé com as travessuras de seus filhos, mas sempre tenta compensar isso ajudando como pode.

TW’s na bio: Citação de morte, suicídio e assassinato

Biografia:

Kang! Um sobrenome que carregava poder, compartilhado por um casal de uma professora e um diretor talentoso que tinham um forte matrimônio. Este amor logo gerou duas crianças que, mesmo tão jovens, se espelharam nos pais e resolveram seguir seus passos no rumo da arte.

Todos esperavam que aquela família fosse eternamente feliz, como em um conto de fadas com seu 'Felizes para sempre'. No entanto, a vida é feita de pés na bunda ou até mesmo um empurrão da escada.

Daesung era um cara dedicado à família e apaixonado pelo seu trabalho. Ele sempre tentou conciliar os dois e nunca deixar faltar em qualquer um dos lados. Casou cedo com a mulher que amava, a coreana capturara facilmente o coração do jovem diretor, e com ela construiu uma linda família. Seus filhos foram seu maior sonho, o coreano sempre quis ser pai e ter seus pequenos em seus braços, foi, com toda certeza, uma das suas maiores realizações.

Mas como falei anteriormente, a vida gosta de nos empurrar da escada. Quando seu filho mais velho tinha 14 anos, resolveram fazer uma viagem juntos. Daesung queria mostrar a Chunso como era a experiência de dirigir um filme de perto. Foi um momento bastante divertido entre pai e filho, mas o garoto queria mesmo era seguir os passos da mãe. Na volta para casa, no entanto, não foram tão bem recebidos com a notícia de que Sooyoung teria tirado a vida de sua filha mais nova e, logo depois, a própria vida. Não se foi deixada uma carta ou sequer uma explicação do porquê a mulher havia feito aquilo. Podia ser culpa sua? De seu filho? Ou até mesmo algo forjado? Não tinha como saber ao certo, mas esse acontecimento acabou mudando todo o relacionamento que tinham.

Chunso se distanciou de Daesung de forma que achou que seria melhor para si, pois doía toda vez que passavam tempo juntos e sentia estar deixando o restante da família no esquecimento. Já Daesung apenas deixou seu filho fazer o que queria. Ele não sabia como conter a dor do menino, sentia-se inútil e culpado por não conseguir consolá-lo. Ele queria poder consertar tudo, mas parecia que só se quebravam mais a cada encontro.

A carreira de Daesung parecia começar a cair em declínio. Ele não conseguia mais se concentrar no trabalho e sentia que, a qualquer momento, teria que parar. Mas ele sabia que não podia ficar assim; ainda tinha seu filho, mesmo que as coisas estivessem ruins entre eles. O diretor conseguiu se reerguer em meio a tanta coisa ruim e voltar ao topo, onde nunca devia ter saído.

Os anos se passaram, e Chunso conseguiu finalmente construir sua própria família. Casou-se com uma japonesa e com ela teve dois filhos, os grandes amores de sua vida. Infelizmente, o casamento não foi para frente, talvez por Chunso ainda carregar um sentimento obscuro dentro de si, ou por incompatibilidade do casal. Mesmo com o término, eles continuaram amigos pelo bem dos dois filhos e juntos tentam criar os pequenos, mesmo com as adversidades do divórcio.

A mudança para Acropolis veio como um recomeço para Chunso. Sua antiga moradia os tornava visados como vizinhos ruins, por conta das travessuras de seus filhos. Diziam que as crianças não eram educadas da forma certa, e isso só aumentava a pressão sobre os ombros do coreano, que optou pela mudança para além de ficar próximo ao trabalho, também tentar viver um pouco mais em paz.

[greenxgloss]

G-Dragon Masterlist

Smut ➢ (M) Fluff ➢ (F) Angst ➢ (A)

Requests: CLOSED! (for now while i finish pending requests) Requests for other BIGBANG members are also closed

One Shots

➫ Loneliness Service Worker ➫ (M, F, A) DATE: N/A

Summary: Themes:

Series

➫ Break Me Off Passionately ➫ (M, F, A)

1 | 2 |

Summary: Themes:

➽ Yoongi Masterlist ➽ Main Masterlist ➽ Taglist Form

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Stubborn As A Mule {Kang Daesung} ~Naughty November~

Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || Smut Game 3 || Smut Game 4 || Smut Game 5 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist || Monsta X Masterlist

Prompt: 52 (Daesung from Big Bang)?

Pairing: Daesung x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: cum!play~

"Daesung, are you sure you want to make this bet?" You ask him, holding out your hand because you were more than willing to make the bet. Daesung had stumbled upon a statement he couldn't take back, saying he believed he could hold off for longer than you. "I do ask what this extends to; like kissing?" Daesung shakes his head, raking his teeth over his bottom lip. "So just fucking?" He shakes his head again, "So what is it?" You furrow your brows, still holding your hand out to him.

"Of course no having sex, but no hand stuff, no dry humping, nothing that had the potential to make either of us cum." He looks down at your hand, his lips pulling over your teeth-revealing a cheeky smile as he clasps your hand in his, shaking it up and down.

You stifle a giggle, "You're so on."

The first week was the easiest. You were used to not touching him when he was on tour or when he was called away on business. Daesung did try though, walking around the house shirtless, coming up behind you...pushing himself against your ass, neck kisses-he was doing everything he could to get you to fold and none of it was working.

Here you sat with Daesung, his hand running up and down your thigh, stopping to squeeze your thigh once and then, and each time he stopped he got further up your thigh, until he was right there by your core, his fingers digging into the inside of your thigh. "How's that feel?" He egged on. You looked up from your book and picked his hand up from your thigh moving it back in his lap, giving him a tight smile.

The second week was filled with more sexual tension for Daesung, you were fine. You decided to retaliate to last week by wearing nothing but his shirts around the house, his shirts that weren't long enough to reach mid-thigh, shirts that stopped at the cup of your ass. Daesung wished he could stay he saw right through you but every time you reached for something on a high shelf or bent over to pick up something off the floor, his cock began to grow hard.

"Would you stop?" Daesung growled, his head gripping your hips, pushing himself against your ass, wanting to rock his hips but it was against the rules. He digs his nails into your hips, smacking his chapped lips when you stood up straight.

"Daesung is there something you want to do?" You look over your shoulder, giving him a small smirk. "I mean I wouldn't blame you." You push back into him. He sighs and lets go of your hips moving away from you. "Good boy, but you're missing out...I don't have to tell you what you're missing out on, it's had you whipped for the last two years." Daesung shakes his shaggy hair out of his eyes and falls back onto the couch.

"Shit."

It was nine at night, the third Saturday of you and Daesung's bet. You were at the bathroom sink, brushing your teeth, getting ready to settle down with Daesung and watch a marathon of American Horror Story. You heard footsteps coming up behind you, and you flinched a little when Daesung wrapped his arms around your waist.

"How may I help you, sir?" You wash out your mouth, wishing the water around in your mouth before spitting it out. You set your toothbrush back in its holder, turning around in Daesung's arms.

"Yes, yes you may." He lets go of you and takes a step back, he grabs your hand and shoves it into his sweats, "Yes, this is me giving up." He admits and you cup him, grabbing his sac, his balls were heavy with cum."Can you feel it, how heavy my balls are?" He cocks his head to the side, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, attempting to put it into place only for it to fall back into place. "I haven’t cum in three weeks because you’re so fucking stubborn, Y/N, please touch me." You smirk removing your hand from his sweats,

"All you had to do was ask the first weak Dae, you know I love pleasing my man." You grab his hand and pull him out of the bathroom, into your bedroom. You stop at the foot of the bed and push him down onto the bed, watching his bounce a little. You move onto the bed, straddling his waist. You sit back onto his thighs, pulling his shirt over your head, revealing your naked body to him. "Honestly I thought about giving up the first week but I'm used to going months without you touching me, when you initiated this bet, I knew I'd win...Dae, you had no chance." He chuckles, running his hands down your sides, settling on your hips.

"I go months without your touch, that's not really fair..." He pouts, tilting his head to the side,

"Daesung you call me literally every night, we Skyped while you touched yourself, you're so horny and eager, I love it." You wrap your fingers around his wrist, plucking them from your hips moving them to grope your tits. He squeezes them and you move your hips, your bare cunt hovering his clothed, growing erection. You spread your lips and dragged yourself along his length. The both of you drawing your breaths. You create a dark spot of his gray sweats, slowly dragging your hips along him, just needing to enjoy this feeling, your clit throbbing in want, the fabric of his sweats rubbing you in the all the right ways.

"As much as I love watching you please yourself, I need to be inside of you. Now!" You roll your eyes at him,

"There you are, always ruining my fun." You joke, lifting yourself off of him, pulling his sweats just above his knee. His cock slowly rises from his stomach, standing to attention. You rake your teeth over your bottom lip, grabbing the base of his cock, moving to hover his cock again. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him. Daesung's fingers grip the sheets, and he lifts his hips pushing the rest of the way into you. The both of you fall back to the bed, and you place a hand on his chest-circling your hips. "I can't wait to see how much you cum for me," You groan, menacingly lifting and dropping yourself on his cock. "Are you going to fill my pussy with your cum Daesung? You know I love it when you fill me with your cum," You place both your hands on his chest, throwing your head back with a long draw of his name.

"You're going too slow for me." Daesung wraps an arm around your waist, and he holds you in place, slamming up into you. You fall forward, collapsing on his chest, letting him take charge. Your hand moves in-between your thighs, your fingers rolling over your clit. Daesung's hips meet your thighs, the thrusts echo throughout the room, the lewd sound of his thick cock pushing into your pussy filled both of your ears like a musical note. "How's that feel princess? How does it feel to have my cock slamming into your pussy?" As he speaks to you, your fingers begin to move quickly over your clit, "Are you, close baby?" You lift your head and press your lips against his, sliding your tongue over his bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, slamming back onto him as you're pushed over the edge. Involuntarily your walls contract around his cock, your fingers jerking over your clit as Daesung fucks you through it.

"Cum for me Dae." You whisper weakly, moving your hands to grab both sides of his face, his mouth opens and you lick into the heat of his mouth, tongue caressing his. His hands move to your ass and he begins to desperately throw you down onto him, as he approaches his orgasm. The first spurt comes by total surprise, it's thick and hot as it hits your walls. The following spurts are just as thick, spurt after spurt and your eyes widen as you realize he had been cumming for almost a good minute. Daesung's eyes roll to the back of his head, his teeth clenching as he slams you down onto him, milking himself dry. You pull off of him and his cum begins rolling down your thighs in heavy beads. You raise your brows and Daesung's cheeks heat up. "God, now I have to take another shower." You roll off the bed and waddle toward the bathroom, Daesung watching you in amusement.

"Have I ever told you that you're as stubborn as a mule?"

[nemesyis]

Reaction - BigBang catches you masturbating in the shower

Reaction: Big Bang catching you in the shower using the shower head to masturbate

Rating: Oh there’s some smutty shit going on here!

Warnings: Lots of SMUT! 18+, female masturbation, horny BIG BANG

Written by: @dammitdiva and myself

Seunghyun-TOP

It had been a long day. Your boss was riding you hard at work and your trainer at the gym was just as demanding. You were stressed beyond max and sweaty as hell. The only thing you wanted to do at the moment was relax in the shower and let off some much needed steam.

As the steam rose around you and the massage option on your shower head pounded your tense muscles into submission, you wondered how it would feel in other places. Taking the removable shower head in hand, you ran the pulsing water over your shoulders, down your chest, and gasped as it touched your sensitive beasts. As you moved it lower, your gasp became an open mouthed groan. The high pressure stream of pulsating water pushed past your folds, finding your tender pearl.

The first touch of the water almost caused you to lose your grip on the shower head. You throw your head back in a loud moan. As your pleasure was building more and more, you slowly move your other hand to your breasts to play with your tight nipples. Stimulation driving you insane with pleasure made it hard to concentrate on anything but your fingers pinching you and the water beating at your clit. So much so that you didn’t hear the click of the door knob as it opened.

Seunghyun heard the shower running when he entered your shared apartment. He heard your loud moans when he entered the bedroom. Concern caused him to follow the sound of your shrill vocalizations, to make sure you were alright. He was unprepared for the sight that greeted him when he actually opened the door. Your back was plastered against the shower wall, one leg hiked up and resting on the built in shower bench. Your eyes shut tightly as your face contorted in ecstasy.

At first he was shocked at the scene before him. Seeing you like that was arousing and he could feel himself growing harder by the second. What made him jump into action was seeing you with the shower head. He had never guessed that you would try something like that and was pleasantly surprised when you did. Seunghyun smirked as he started to take his clothes off. He couldn’t just let you have all of the fun.

You were so engrossed by the pursuit of your own pleasure, you barely registered the temperature change as the shower door opened. You were completely unprepared when you felt long fingered hands taking the shower head from the death grip you had on it. Your sluggish brain took a few moments to register that a warm body had entered the space between your thighs. Those same long fingers trailed down your sides before slowly rubbing circles against your tender folds. "Well, this is a side of you I didn't expect Y/N. I kind of like it." his deep voice crooned into your ear as he peppered your neck with kisses.

Kwon Jiyong- Gdragon

Jiyong had been gone from you and your warm bed for far too long. He had been away on business for nearly a month. The daily phone calls and nightly video chats had been pleasant but not nearly enough. He quietly put the key to the front door of your home, expecting you to be asleep considering how late it was. He put down all of his bags and crept into your room. Finding you weren't there, he noticed the cracked door to the bathroom and the slosh of bath water.

He couldn’t help notice the small whimpers coming from your delectable mouth. You had one hand pulling at your hair and the other with the detachable shower head in the other, the jet hitting straight on your sensitive clit. Jiyong walked over to you slowly, rolling up his sleeves and thankful your eyes were shut tight. When he reached the side of the tub, he reached his hand into the warm steamy water and starts rubbing your clit as the jet continues to hit you in that spot. Your eyes open in shock since you weren’t expecting him to be home yet. “Don’t move the jet. I want to have a little bit more fun,” he says to you as he applies more pressure on you.

Taeyang -Youngbae

The moment you realized you only had only 30 minutes to get ready for your date with Youngbae, you jumped off the couch stripping clothes as you ran to the bathroom. The love of your life was going to be there soon and you wanted to look perfect for him. The two of you had been together for years and you had a feeling he was going to be asking you something important at dinner. The water was still cold as you hopped into the shower, causing your nipples to tighten into tiny buds. Grabbing the shower head, you accidentally pointed it towards your lower region and was pleasantly surprised at how good the cool water felt as it hit your lower lips.

Youngbae was nervous. He was really nervous. So nervous his finger missed your doorbell the first time he attempted to ring it. After a few moments and you hadn't appeared, his anxiety kicked into high gear. What if you were ignoring him. What if you were inside and something happened to you. He tentatively tried your door, finding it unlocked, he opened it slowly. Calling your name, he entered. He got no reply. His fight or flight senses kicked into high gear when he heard you wail from the back of your apartment.

You were so completely engrossed in your orgasm that you didn't immediately realize that the door to your bathroom had been forced open roughly. You were startled when you heard Youngbae's voice call your name harshly as he stood in your bathroom looking panicked. You dropped the shower head with a start as your eyes met his wild gaze. "Are you okay Y/N? I heard you scream. Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.

A deep blush ran up your entire body as the realization of what he had caught you doing. As you attempted to find your words, you saw the light come on in his head. He had caught on to what you had been doing. His honeyed skin turned as red as yours in embarrassment. "Uh… do you need some help with that?" He mumbled, hands folding not so discreetly in front of his crotch. You only giggled at the situation and opened the shower door.

Daesung

You love having Daesung as a roommate. He’s funny. He’s sweet. He looks fantastic without a shirt on, but one thing you can’t stand is the fact you don’t get to have much sexy time. With Dae always around, your dates are usually too intimidated and you are too nervous to take it into your own hands out of worry that he might hear you. So when the opportunity came that he was out of the house, you jumped on it and ran to the bathroom.

Thinking he was going to be gone for at least a couple hours, you decide to cram a whole night into it. You warm your shower up just the right temperature and light some candles to set the mood just right. Snatching the shower head from its rightful place, you immediately direct the water right where you wanted it. The first hit of water made you jump a little bit, but soon enough the pressure had you moaning loudly.

Unbeknownst to you, Daesung came home early. As he kicked off his shoes and put his keys on the side table, he could hear you moaning across the apartment. He knew those moans. On the few times you were brave enough to masturbate, thinking he was asleep, he would lay in his bed stroking his cock to the sounds of your moans and loud gasps. He wanted you so bad but never knew how you would react to him. Today he had enough. He had to have you.

Just as you were about to cum, you hear the door open and immediately stop what you are doing. You quickly realize it’s your sexy roommate standing at the door, massaging his cock as he stares at your body. “If you wanted some help, you could have asked,” he groans at you, eyes traveling up and down. You weren’t sure what to say at first. Of course you had those thoughts about him. Daesung was hot, but you never wanted to cross the line. However, seeing him tonight triggered something in you and all you could do was moan out, “Get in here and fuck me.”

[youarejesting]

Vaguely threatening

Chapter:  Femme 14 Bigbang special 

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[MASTERLIST]

Summary: The year is now 3019. Women were going extinct,  Femme Industries is the sole provider of Females. Research advances and Masc industries have finally had it’s first successful male pregnancy and birth.

Starring: GDragon x Bigbang, BTS x Reader, BlackPink

It has been a while, but, I have fixed my phone now and can catch up with the femme chapters. And before anyone starts throwing hate comments about my tags this is a Bigbang special within a BTS Story.