#kwon jiyong x reader

[ldydeath]

Love Language | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong is always showing you how much he loves you, so you decide to show him how much he’s loved once he gets back from a tour stop. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Fluff, but that’s about it. Author’s Note: This is part of @steponupbabe 's 400 follower celebration! I had Love Language and I hope I did it justice. Congrats on the follower, my love, you deserve it! 

Sometimes it surprised you how normal life with Jiyong could be. He was one of the biggest superstars in the world and still found time to make you coffee every morning when he was home. After long flights and sold out shows you were always his top priority. 

It had taken time, of course, for you to believe that Jiyong really did love and care about you. At first you thought it was an act, something he did for all the ladies. But as the years had gone on you’d realized he had just always been very good at reading you. 

Loving you had always come easy, he’d known since the first time he’d met you that you were someone special. Someone he could easily fall for. And he’d been right, realizing he was in love with you a few months after you’d gotten together. You were his safe space, the one person who kept him going while he was on the road. He would do anything to show you just how much he loved you. 

You’d been busy preparing dinner when you heard the front door unlock. Iye ran towards the door, always the first to greet Jiyong while Zoa looked unbothered laying on one of her many cat beds. 

“Jagiya?” Jiyong’s voice rang out down the hall and you grinned as you poured the noodles into two bowls. 

“Kitchen!” You called out. 

“You cooked?” His brow raised, a smile covering his face as he stood in the entryway of the kitchen that was illuminated only by various candlelight.

“Of course. Figured it was time for a home cooked meal.” 

Jiyong’s smile widened, masking how tired he was as he made his way further into the room. His arms wrapped around you tightly and he leaned over planting a kiss on your cheek, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you garnish the soup bowl. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home cooked meal, not that he minded. You both lived such busy lives, it was rare to be home at the same time let alone have time to cook. 

He grabbed the bowls from the counter and headed towards the living room. All he’d wanted to do since he’d gotten off the plane was come home, scoop you up and cuddle on the couch for a while. The soup was just an added bonus. The living room matched the kitchen, candle lights lighting a path all over the penthouse. Who needed overhead lighting? Jiyong deserved to come home to calmness and battery operated candlelight was the best you could do for mood lighting at this hour. 

You followed behind, a bottle of soju in hand. You knew Jiyong well enough to know that a good night cap would help take the edge off his typical travel day. You didn’t know how he did it but he always seemed to be so calm at the airport despite being surrounded by so many fans.  You handed him the bottle, not bothering to bring shot glasses and he smirked before taking a swig. 

“You’re spoiling me, Jagiya.”

“You deserve it, Oppa.” You leaned over, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “My hard working superstar gets whatever he wants.”  

His hand moved to your face, cupping your cheek lightly as he held you in place. He kissed you again, slower, softer, savoring the feel of your lips on his before he broke away, kissing down your jaw. 

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear before he pulled away completely to pick his soup up.

You ate in silence, the warmth of the soup soothing his throat. The bottle of soju being passed back in fourth like a silent agreement had been made to finish the bottle. The pineapple flavor adding a sweetness to balance out the spice of the soup you’d made. If Jiyong didn’t know better he’d think you were trying to butter him up. 

Once the food and the soju were gone, Jiyong pulled you to him, positioning you both so you were laying comfortably on the couch. A movie had been turned on in the background but neither of you were paying attention to it.

Jiyong had spent the majority of the movie telling you all about his most recent shows, a wide grin on his face. It warmed your heart to see him so happy, so content. You of course would watch fan uploads while he was gone to check in. You weren’t sure you’d ever fully recovered from his last tour, how worried you’d been about him back then. But this was a whole new Jiyong and you were so glad he was finally happy on the stage. 

“I saw you break your mic stand and call it baby.” You teased, giving him a pointed look. “I’ve been begging for years for you to call me baby. And the mic stand gets it first.” Jiyong laughed, pulling you closer. 

“Baby doesn’t have the same ring to it. You’re Jagiya. I can’t change it now. And she's a she, not an it. Respect my mic stand wife.” 

“You’re the worst.” You teased, your head burying into his chest, which was still shaking with laughter. 

“I’ll call you baby if you really want me to.” Your head shot up, your eyes wide.

“Really?” He nodded. “Go on then.” 

“I love you, baby.” Your heart fluttered and you fell back on him with a content sigh.

“What do you want in return?” He shrugged, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your back. 

“I have everything I could ever need or want, right here.” 

He always knew exactly what to say to make you melt. This was supposed to be your night to give him everything he needed, show him how much you loved and cared for him and yet here he was making sure you knew how much he loved you too. 

“I love you too, by the way. I feel like I haven’t said it since you got home.” You looked up, your chin resting on his chest and he smirked. 

“You have, though. Maybe not outloud, but I know you love me. It’s in the way you take care of me.” 

“Yeah, but. I do love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else.” 

“I know, Jagiya, I know. I love you too.” 

Your gaze turned to the movie, deciding to finally give it some attention. Jiyong had picked it out so you knew it was going to be good, even if you’d missed half of it. Jiyong’s eyes stayed focused on you, though. As much as he loved being on that stage, he loved coming home to you more. He smirked as he watched you fall asleep, his arms tightening around you, not wanting to move you yet.

You awoke to the feeling of Jiyong lifting you. Not wanting to wake you, he’d opted to just carry you to bed but the sudden movement had woken you in the process.

“Where are we going?” You mumbled as you snuggled into his arms.

“Bed.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head gently before making his way to your shared room. He placed you in bed gently before stripping off his shirt and pants and crawling into bed with you. 

He pulled you to him, your lips finding his even in your sleepy state, kissing him softly before sleep took you again. You’d had plans to stay up all night, knowing how lonely it felt for him post show. But Jiyong didn’t feel alone anymore, not when he had you to come home to. He watched you sleep for awhile, a content smile on his face. 

As he watched you sleep, his heart full of love and adoration, he knew he could do this forever. Loving you had always been easy, he knew that would never change. He also knew that there was nothing he couldn’t do with you by his side. 

“I love you.” He whispered before he finally allowed himself to fully relax next to you.

You’d spoiled him today, which meant it was his turn tomorrow. And as he drifted off to sleep with you in between his arms, he knew just what he was going to do.

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[moonqz]

THE THINGS I’D DO : Kwon Jiyong

here’s a reggae limited press vinyl remix just for you angel! Enjoy 😉 - order 2 of ‘moonqz record store’ pairing : Obsessed!Jiyong x fem!reader

genre : dark romance

description : Your boyfriend Jiyong is oddly obsessed with you. You would never guess the extent of this by the way he takes care of you, treats you like his angel. Sweet at first, always. He even has a photo book for picture of you! But what do you do when you figure out there’s pictures of people you don’t speak to anymore in the back, crossed out.

warnings / contents : dark themes of obsession, insomnia, implied violence (not to ji or reader),

You’ve been struggling with insomnia for weeks now, battling deadlines, stress, too much caffeine.

So now, you were sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed, with Jiyong sitting above you, you between his legs. His hands carded through your wet hair gently, as well as a brush, leaning down occasionally to pepper kisses to your temple or forehead.

‘You need to relax’ he said.

‘I’ll take care of you baby’ he said.

That was enough to convince you to be here right now like this. Vulnerable, quiet, eyes half shut, and a now lukewarm herbal tea Jiyong made you sitting idly next to you whilst he played with your hair in a hypnotising manner.

“That’s it, just relax f’me” he coaxed, a hint of a smile at his lips as he watches you unravel calmly beneath him.

This is how it always is with him. Sweet, angelic, him just wanting to take care of you and keep you safe. That’s all.

He reached for the camera on his bedside table, aiming it in front of your face, and cupping your cheeks with one of his hands.

“Say cheese baby” he laughed, snapping a picture of your tired, vulnerable state

Putting the camera back down, he starts to brush your hair again, hand going back to massaging your scalp gently.

The man owned a photo album full of your pictures. It was sweet right? Said he wanted to capture every moment.

You got up a moment later. To go to the bathroom. His eyes darted straight to your face as you did so.

“Where are you going Jagi?” He questioned. Jiyong was always glued to you whenever he could. And when he wasn’t he was texting you or on the phone. He just wanted to be with you. At all times.

There was no space with him. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, not at all. He trusted you more than anything in the world.

It was that he didn’t trust anyone else.

“Just bathroom Ji”

He nodded once, letting you go whilst he picked up the discarded camera, glancing at the photo he took, tracing over your features with his finger feather light.

You can back a minute later, going back to your original position, to which he smiled at gently, reaching for the brush again, his other hand reacting your jaw as he kissed the crown of your head.

“Tomorrow’s your day off,” he murmurs after a pause, his voice soft but certain. “Sleep in. We’ll stay in bed all morning. No alarms, no stress.”

She hesitates, blinking slowly. “…Actually, I told Ji-hoon I’d help him with something. Just for a couple of hours.”

The brush pauses mid-stroke. Not abrupt, but not subtle either.

“Oh?” Jiyong says, tone still calm. “I thought you were resting.”

“I am,” you say quickly. “I mean, I wasn’t planning to stay long. Just thought I’d check in, see what he needs.”

Another pause. This time, he gently lowers the brush onto the blanket beside him. You feel his hand come to rest flat against your upper back, thumb rubbing slowly between your shoulder blades.

You blink at him, unsure if you’re imagining the protective edge in his voice.

He leans forward and kisses your temple, letting the silence settle.

“I’ll take care of it,” he murmurs against your skin. “You don’t need to worry about anything but resting. Just stay here with me.”

You feel the weight of his words press into your skin. Comforting. Heavy. A little too certain.

But it’s been so long since you felt this cared for. So instead of answering, you nod slowly and let your head fall back against his knee.

He hums again, reaching for the brush.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

The bristles glide through your hair again, and the room falls back into stillness, except now, the quiet feels like something deeper. Not just peaceful.

Possessive.

“Sleep in. You deserve it Aein . Then we’ll watch that new show you were dying to see, okay?” He spoke.

He sets the brush down again, not because he’s done, but because his fingers crave more direct contact. He runs them gently through your hair, twisting a strand around his knuckle before letting it fall.

“Stay here with me,” he says. Not a command, an invitation wrapped in velvet.

He slips off the bed and offers you his hand. When you take it, he pulls you gently to your feet and guides you into the bed like you’re something fragile, like folding you into the covers is a task with no margin for error.

You settle under the soft sheets while he grabs the mug of tea and kneels beside the bed, resting it in your hands.

“Still warm,” he says softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Drink just enough to get heavy.”

You obey without thinking, too drowsy and comforted to resist. He watches you closely as you sip, his gaze never leaving your lips, his hand ghosting at your knee like he’s anchoring you here.

“You always take such good care of me,” you whisper between sips.

“I always will.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Not all the way.

You hand him back the mug, and he sets it on the nightstand. When he climbs into bed beside you, he doesn’t lie down right away. Instead, he props himself on his elbow and watches as you tuck your face into the pillow.

“You’re not going to read tonight?” you ask, voice slow and soft.

He shakes his head. “No. I’d rather watch you fall asleep.”

You chuckle quietly, eyes fluttering shut. “That’s creepy.”

Jiyong leans in, brushing his lips across your brow.

“It’s love,” he murmurs. “You just aren’t used to it yet.”

The room falls still. Your body begins to loosen under the layers of softness he’s wrapped around you, warm drink, low lights, quiet affection.

But even through the haze of sleep, you can feel his eyes on you.

Present. Focused.

You drift in and out for a while, half-conscious, catching slivers of sensation: the gentle scratch of his nails against your arm, the tug of the blanket being pulled a little higher, the kiss he leaves on your shoulder before reaching across you to turn off the lamp.

The smell of coffee and rice hits you before your eyes even open.

You shift beneath the covers, groggy but warm, tangled in the sheets that still carry Jiyong’s scent, cedarwood, soap, and the faintest hint of your perfume. You realize quickly that you’re alone in the bed, but the room is warm with light, and somewhere nearby, there’s the gentle clink of dishes.

Your voice is rough with sleep when you call out, “Jiyong?”

He appears almost instantly in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, a kitchen towel slung over his shoulder. His eyes light up when he sees you awake.

“There she is,” he says softly, walking over with slow, quiet steps. He leans down and kisses your forehead, smoothing your hair behind your ear. “Did you sleep through the night?”

You nod, voice too sluggish to speak just yet. He smiles and brushes your cheek again.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “See what happens when you let yourself rest?”

You nod once more, a hint of a smile on your face when you see the food he had made for you.

He kissed your temple, once, twice, three times before pulling your hand gently towards the table.

“Did you make breakfast? What time is it?” You sleepily ask, voice slightly hoarse from sleep.

He hummed a response lightly before letting you sit down, pushing your bowl closer to you as well as coffee. Just how you like it.

“It’s just past 10 baby”

You ate in silence after that. A comfortable one. Where you were still tired, but in a way that spoke that you had slept for a while. And he was glad you finally slept.

When Jiyong was scraping the rest of your plates into the trash, he turned to you with a glint in his eyes.

“You wanna see that photo album?” he smiled. He had never let you see it before, claimed he wanted to wait until every page was filled and pretty for you.

He’s brought it up before. Briefly. Always with a smile. Always promising, “Soon, when it’s ready.”

You’ve never seen inside it. Never even touched it.

“I need to get a second one quickly, I’ve ran out of space” he continued, delivering an all too deceiving grin.

“You really filled every page?” You asked, finishing your coffee.

“Of course I did”

You didn’t think he had took that many pictures. Not enough to fill the album. No way he filled every page with the pictures he took. Ones that you knew of.

“You wanna see it?” He asked again. You laugh softly, setting your mug down. “You really filled all of it?”

He shrugs like it’s obvious. “Of course I did.”

But something about the way he says it makes your stomach flip. You’ve seen him take pictures, sure, during trips, lazy afternoons, quiet nights on the couch, but not enough to fill an entire album. Not that album.

You’d seen it once when he thought you weren’t looking, thick, leather-bound, the kind that could hold hundreds of prints. Too heavy to be casual. Too pristine to be a scrapbook.

“How many photos did you take of me exactly?” you tease, trying to sound light, even as unease curls around your ribs.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just walks over and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers against your cheek.

“Enough to remember everything,” he murmurs.

You try to smile, but his words stay with you. Every page?

Jiyong placed the thick leather-bound album down on the table with gentle hands, like it was something fragile. Precious. Yours.

“I wanted it to be perfect before you saw it,” he said, brushing invisible dust from the cover. “I know I kept putting it off. Sorry for that.”

You smiled at him, fingers resting lightly on the edge. “You really filled it?”

He nodded, eyes warm, almost boyish with pride. “Every page Aein. Have to order another one already.”

“You took that many pictures of me?”

He tilted his head. “You’re my favorite subject. Of course I did.”

You let out a soft laugh, cracking the cover open. A subtle scent of paper and his cologne rose up, warm and familiar. The first page opened with a soft candid of you, half-asleep, hair tousled, sunlight painting your skin golden. You recognized it from a lazy morning on the couch. He must’ve caught it when you nodded off during a movie.

Each page that followed was just as thoughtfully arranged. A quiet record of time you didn’t even realize he was keeping. Photos of you stirring coffee. Smiling at street vendors. Blurred moments of your hair in the wind, you smiling at him.

Each one felt like a love letter without words.

He hadn’t just taken these, he’d chosen them. Printed them. Organized them by tone, by season, by mood. Some pages had titles: “Winter Walks.” “Her Favorite Expressions.” One page had six photos in a row of you talking animatedly with your hands.

You turned to him, both touched and overwhelmed. “Jiyong… this must’ve taken you forever.”

He only shrugged, smiling shyly. “Didn’t feel like it. I just… I like remembering you like this.”

Some of the captions beneath the pictures were soft, personal.

“She always touches her necklace when she’s nervous.”

“Right before she told me she was proud of me.”

“She didn’t know I was watching - this is my favorite version of her.”

You felt your eyes sting, suddenly emotional. You didn’t realize how closely he’d been paying attention all this time. And how deeply.

You flipped more pages, the first time you fell asleep at his studio. You in your old hoodie at the convenience store. A note with your lipstick print, saved and scanned into a full page.

Your chest tightened in a different way now.

This wasn’t just love. This was devotion. Unwavering. Careful. A little too quiet. But beautiful.

You neared the back of the album, the last few pages weren’t as neatly arranged. Some were simply taped in. One looked newer, freshly printed, maybe added just yesterday.

You paused.

There were photos of people. Familiar ones. Not of you, but people from your life.

Your ex-roommate. A friend you’d had a falling out with. That girl from promotions you used to hang out with, once upon a time.

No captions this time. Just their names.

Your breath slowed.

They were crossed out. Neatly. Red pen, one clean X through each face. Nothing violent. Just… final.

You didn’t move. Not at first.

And then, in the very last corner, half-tucked behind another photo,

Jihoon.

The image was grainy. He looked distracted, standing on a sidewalk with his bag slung over his shoulder, probably waiting on you.

His name was written beneath in neat block letters. It hadn’t been crossed out yet.

Your throat tightened.

You looked up slowly.

Jiyong was watching you with that same soft smile. Calm. Loving.

“I didn’t want anyone distracting you,” he said, voice still gentle. “I just want you to have the quiet you deserve.”

[lovemepartly]

canyon moon ✩ kwon jiyong

warnings: none!

a/n: sorry this is a bit short but i've literally had this idea written down in my notes app for months! i have bad writers block rn :/ buttt i am going to a concert tmr 🙌

"i'll be gone long too long from you." — harry styles.

tour had been exhausting for the both of you. it was jiyong's first time on tour in years and you were elated for him. you'd been able to catch the first two shows in seoul, but besides that, work had kept you away. you felt bad not being able to be there to support jiyong, especially after seeing how electric the crowd had been in seoul. he insisted it wasn't a worry, and by facetiming whenever he was away and the regular breaks in between legs of tour, it hadn't been all too bad.

but july had been rough. you'd been swamped with work and late nights at the office, and after a particularly exhausting day, all you wanted was to crawl into jiyong's arms. except he'd been gone almost the whole month of july, touring from sydney to jakarta.

but finally— finally, after what felt like forever, he was coming home.

you heard the familiar sound of keys jangling, the shut of the front door, and the soft thud of a bag hitting the ground. you perked up instantly, walking barefoot over to the entrance of the house. zoa and iye were faster than you, scurrying over to greet jiyong, the little bells on their collars jingling with every step. "my girls..." you heard jiyong coo, as he bent down to pet the two cats who were already nuzzling near his feet.

you appeared in the doorway just behind zoa and iye, a soft smile on your face as you just took a second to admire jiyong. silver hair, simple plane outfit, a tired look under his eyes, but familiar and yours.

jiyong looked up to meet your gaze, momentarily ignoring the cats (which he never did), an even bigger smile on his face. "my girl." he repeated, a bit softer this time, closing the distance between the two of you, arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

you let your head rest in his chest, taking a shaky breath as you inhaled his familiar scent. "i missed you so much." you whispered softly.

"me too, jagiya," jiyong murmured, voice half-muffled into your hair, arms pulling you even tighter to him, "so much."

you lifted your head from his chest, eyes flickering over his face. facetime really didn't do his features justice— the softness in his brown eyes that only appeared when he looked at you, the way they crinkled slightly in the corners with that familiar smile. his hair was messy, tousled beneath the hood he still hadn't taken off, and his jaw was dusted with a slight stubble that only appeared when he was too busy to shave. he looked tired, sure, but happy.

you leaned up, brushing your lips against his before fully closing the distance. the kiss was slow and soft— sweet in that familiar way only he kissed you.

"did you eat?" you asked softly, helping him shrug off his hoodie.

"does airport food count?" jiyong responded with a small smile, pressing another kiss to the top of your head like he couldn't get enough of you.

"you know it doesn't," you laughed. "go take a shower, i'll order our usual."

twenty minutes later, you and jiyong were curled up on the couch legs tangled under a shared blanket, chopsticks in hand as the familiar scent of tteokbokki filled the room.

jiyong leaned his head against yours between bites, eyes fluttering shut now and then. "you know," he began, features softening even more as you reached up to brush his bangs back, "i love touring, but nothing compares to the feeling of being next to you. in your presence."

you pressed your lips together, unable to stop the smile that formed on your face. "still a romantic even when you're tired."

he laughed softly at that, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

eventually, dinner was cleaned up, lights were dimmed, and the noises of the city were tucked away into the night. jiyong's eyes were already shut and he was drifting into sleep, one arm draped over your waist. you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, murmuring, "i love you."

jiyong was already fast asleep, eyelashes fanned out in a way that made your heart soften. he pulled you a little closer in his sleep, almost as if by instinct, until you were tucked into his chest once again. and just like that, you were home again.

[seungsjo]

boyfriend pt. 1 | kwon jiyong

→ boyfriend pt. 2 | kwon jiyong

fem!readerxjiyong | 18+

song inspiration : ‘boyfriend’ - Ariana Grande, Social House

summary: you both agreed on casual sex. but it’s developed into more, but not enough. you live with this a couple months before you can’t handle it anymore. you’re jealous but you think it’s “unfair” because you two aren’t in an official relationship. one night you go clubbing to get jiyong out of your head, only for him to turn up behind you, jealous, and ready to make you lose it.

!warnings! : swearing, possessiveness, situationship, argument, make out session.

a/n: really starting off my writing here with a big big bang (no pun intended) but i’m excited to start writing for bigbang! also this is inspired by ariana’s song boyfriend and i love it sm sooo feel free to listen to that after or during reading! i am not a huge smut writer so if you can tell i don’t write it, pls just pretend it’s good… but i am planning SO much! so please lmk if u guys like this post and smut bc i’m up to write it if enough ppl like it!

The room smelt of fresh linens and after-sex. The only sounds were broken moans and heavy breathing. You opened your eyes, being met with Jiyong's face twisted in pleasure, his eyes looking down to where your bodies met.

"Damn baby, you're making a mess." He chuckled as he brought his finger to scoop in between your bodies, collecting some pleasure and bringing his finger up to his lips. His eyes shut as he sucked his fingers clean of the coating.

"You taste so fucking good." He ran his hand through his hair, pulling back the sweat drenched hair that was stuck to his forehead. Without another word, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You got a faint taste of you and him as your lips tangled together.

"Thank you Ji." You pulled away, pushing hair off your sweaty forehead. He chuckled and brought his lips in between your eyebrows, placing a soft kiss there.

"Of course baby." He leaned back and massaged your hips as he slowly pulled out of you. A whine slipped past your lips at the sudden emptiness in your body.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." And with that he had gotten off of you and walked into his bathroom. Seconds later he walked back with a wet cloth in his hands. Climbing back on the bed between your legs, he lifted the warm cloth up to your folds, wiping you clean before he wiped himself off.

You couldn't help but blush at his caring nature. Even if it didn't mean anything to him, it meant something to you. But you knew it shouldn't.

"Come here jagiya." He had laid down beside you, now holding his arms out. As soon as he got a hold of you he yanked you down and your head bumped on his chest. He bundled you close to his side as you rested a hand on his sternum. He kept a secure arm around your hip where he traced lazy shaped on your bone. His other hand playing with your hair, being careful not to pull it too tight.

"Just let me nap and then I'll head home." You mumbled against his skin.

"No. Don't leave me baby. Stay here, stay the night." His voice was deep and rumbling in your ear, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

"I have work tomorrow." You gently slapped his chest.

"Then I'll drive you. Please stay with me." The way his voice grew softer and gentler had you giving in without any second thoughts.

"Okay. But I need to shower and before work I need to drop by my house and grab my bag." You let your eyes flutter shut.

"Sounds good. We can take a shower soon, then in the morning we can make a pit stop at your house before your work." He said this like it was no big deal. As if he weren't offering to be your person chauffeur. He sounded like he would be honoured to dedicate time to you. Despite your better efforts, your stomach flipped and your cheeks grew warm.

"Okay. Thank you so much Jiyong." You smiled as his arm pulled you closer in his side.

"Always." He kissed the top of your head as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

You sat at home, your mind housing thousands of thoughts that were all screaming over one another. You were checking your phone every couple minutes waiting for a text. His text.

'This is fucking stupid.' you thought to yourself. Waiting on a text from Jiyong was stupid. In fact the sheer amount of hours he has occupied in your mind recently, is even more stupid. You both agreed this was a casual fuck buddy situation, so why did you wish he was more? Why did your stomach flip when he called you 'baby' or 'jagiya'? Is it because you wish he meant it? No matter how hard you tried to pull away, or put distance between you both, you always caved and found yourself tangled in his sheets. He would sweep you off your feet for the night and then disappear without a single text asking if you were okay. Then you would finally agree to distance yourself, but then he would reach out again, asking to meet, and the cycle continued.

You subconsciously reached for your phone and opened Instagram, swiping left to your list of DMs where you found his account and there it was-a colourful ring around his profile picture. A new story. Your eyes shot wide as you clicked his name. Your eyes were met with a photo of his tattooed hand holding a shot glass with the location sticker at the top.

Midnight Spot Club.

A night club. A popular night club. It was known for its erotic dancers and performances that hooked anybody and tested the fidelity of every partner in a relationship. Your stomach lurched with jealousy that quickly turned into confusion.

'Why am I jealous? He isn't my boyfriend. And I'm not his girlfriend. So why don't I want anybody touching him? Why do I care?' Your thoughts had you mentally running in circles. What was happening and how can I stop thinking about this?

A lightbulb went off in your head. A way to show Jiyong that you weren't a train wreck at his absence. That you didn't miss his touch, or that you were waiting. And it was a perfect way to get your mind off of him, at least for a night.

Go to a nightclub.

You smiled as you planned out the night. You, a friends, booming music, bright lights, a dance floor, and hot guys. A night where you drank away your problems and throw all your anger into a sexy dance that might bag you a real boyfriend.

You called your friends: Minji, and Jaeyoung and proposed the fun night. Without missing a beat, they both were on board.

"Oh my gosh I would love to go clubbing tonight, plus I need a cute boy to keep my busy." Jaeyoung squealed. With a little hint of lust in his voice. He was the perfect friend for tonight. A guy. He was gay, but Jiyong didn't know that, and you didn't plan on telling him. The perfect tease, assuming it would work. Maybe he didn't care if you hung around other guys. Maybe he wouldn't even check your profile. But it was worth a try anyways.

"Ah stop Jae! I hope you find a guy tonight! Me personally, I want to find someone, literally anyone who is hot. There better be a crowd tonight." Minji giggled. She would take the attention from anyone who gave it to her. Guy or girl. She was for everyone and everyone was for her.

"Hopefully. I could use a distraction. Fucking Jiyong hasn't messaged me in days. I need a guy to take my mind off him." You groaned while massaging your temple.

"So let's get a cab. It can start at Jae's house and pick you up before coming to my place." You spoke to the group call.

"Sounds good! I'll book it, what time do you want to get there?" Jaeyoung's voice sounded slightly crackled over the phone.

"Maybe 11 pm?" Minji offered, and you agreed.

When everything was booked and plans were made, you ran to your closet and rummaged through the clothes.

The club was jammed full of people, all with the same goal, drink and dance. You, Minji and Jae found a quiet corner booth in the back of the club and you all took loads of photos. Together and individual photos. The loud music, cheering, and the bright lights bringing out the bolder side of you as you posed for your pictures. Jae crouched down to get all the best angles and Minji cheered you on. You had the camera for Minji and she had the camera for Jaeyoung. You took turns snapping pictures, posing together and cheering each other on.

When you looked back on your pictures you decided to post your favorite. The flash making your skin glow and adding a soft feathered edge look. The black corset top emphasizing the curve of your waist and pushing your boobs up to rest beautifully under your collarbones. The leather mini skirt you wore just barely covered the lines of your hips, matching the black colour of the top, leaving your thighs on full display. Your lower legs covered by knee high black heel boots, that added a couple more inches to your height. Your hair was tossed gently brushing your shoulder with the pose. Your smile was gleaming, teeth brightening the highlight in your eyes. It was a perfect photo. You looked hot as fuck and you knew it.

You put it on a story and added the location of the club, and the most perfect song to explain your feelings,

'boyfriend' by Ariana Grande and Social House.

You smiled at the way the lyrics explained all your feelings while adding a sexy edge to the post. You posted it to your story and instantly found one of you and the others and posted it too.

All of you decided to silence your phones while you all went out on the dance floor to show off. Squeezing past the club goers you found a perfect spot next to a speaker and you all started dancing together. The way the energy of the environment just gave you more confidence to slowly dance towards different guys near and you bumped into a guy who took your breath away. You two danced together without exchanging a word. You were losing yourself in the way your hips swayed in a way you never knew that they could. Your knees bending to drop yourself and slowly bend back up. You heard a groan come out of the guy's lips as you turned around and rubbed your ass back on him. Right as you felt him hardening beneath you, he was gone.

Suddenly your head whipped around and you saw Jiyong. His hands found your hips, encouraging you to grind on him instead. All you saw was red as you looked at his face. You took his hands off of you and walked away from him in the direction of where Minji was sitting at the table. He followed you and caught up with you, his hand catching your wrist and turning you towards him.

"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy to see me." He retorted. This just brought on a whole new wave of rage through your veins. You scoffed and lost it on him.

"Happy? You thought I would be happy? Jiyong. You haven't messaged me in a fucking week and then turn up, unannounced, on the one night I was supposed to forget about your ass. So no. I am not in fact fucking happy to see you." You yelled back at him. Luckily the music was louder than you, so you guys weren't drawing attention.

"Does forgetting about my ass, mean going and grinding yours on another man?!" His grip tightened before he realized you winced and he ultimately let go, but even though you were free from his restraint, you still stood facing him, fuming.

"Why the fuck do you care. You've been to the club. You've had your hands on other girls." You spat back. It's then did you see Jiyong's normally soft eyes darken with rage. Without another word he took your wrist in his hand and swerved between dancing bodies, bringing you to a bouncer and whispering in his ear before walking down a narrow hall lit by red lights.

"Where the fuck are you taking me." You asked.

"A private room where we can continue our argument." He answered with an edge in his tone. A second flew by and you were in a dark room with a booth and a karaoke station. You didn't have enough time to look around before Jiyong's voice roared at you, startling you and bringing you right back into the fight.

"I went to the club but I wasn't flashing my dick to random girls! I have some class you know." His eyes were glued on yours as your face grew red with fury.

"And I wasn't flashing my tits or pussy at that guy! And I am not classless." You snapped.

"You may as well have been! He was practically eye fucking you!" His voice was deep and rumbling.

"How is that my fault?" You asked him. He opened his mouth but quickly shut it before letting out a loud sigh.

"What? Say it!" You referred to his unspoken words.

"No. Just-"

"Jiyong fucking say it before I walk out of here and you never see me again." You cut him off. Your threat seemed to have worked as he snapped back at you but the edge in his tone was replaced by something a lot softer.

"Because I don't want any other man touching you!" He seemed to have realized what he said as he took a step towards you, and you were too stunned to move.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Your voice was quieter but still stern. A sigh left his lips as he rubbed in between his eyebrows.

"I hated the thought of another guy dancing with you. Being with you. I saw your post and I texted you endlessly but you didn't respond. I freaked and came here just to find you grinding on this random guy and I lost it." He sounded defeated and didn't apologize at first, instead just letting you process what he had just said.

"I'm really sorry. And for the record. I went to the club last night with the members. I wasn't looking at another girl. I didn't even talk to another girl, only the guys." He broke the silence of your processing.

"Jiyong, why do you care? You're not my boyfriend, and I'm not your girlfriend. So why don't you want other guys touching me or even looking at me?" Your voice was raised slightly.

"I should be asking you that. I know you came here and posted those photos to get my attention." He reasoned.

"No I fucking didn't. I came here with my friends to try and ignore the fact you hadn't texted m-" You couldn't finish going off at him, his lips were crashing on yours, hot and desperate. You felt anger take over your body but it was soon melted away as Jiyong brought his hand up to cup your cheek.

And now was when you gave into him. This was the next step in the endless cycle. Him winning you over. You caving, melting into the fake love he gave you.

Your hands flew to his hair, burying your fingers into his red hair and pushing his face closer to yours, if that was even possible. Even though no words were exchanged, you could understand all the unspoken words in your relationship. His lips, the ones you have kissed so many times, felt different. Softer but also more possessive, like he was scared you would slip away if he didn't keep his lips on yours.

It was hot. It really was but you promised you would end this stupid loop. Despite how much you longed to continue, you pulled away, pushing him back with a hand on his chest.

"No. Jiyong I can't." You shook your head and looked at his face that dawned the most confused expression.

"Why? This isn't anything we haven't done before." He kept his hands on your waist.

"I can't keep doing this. Us." You motioned between the two of you.

"Why not?" His hands now felt like a burning surface that slowly melted your skin painfully.

"Because we both know this isn't casual sex anymore. We care. I care. These past days have been the worst. You didn't talk to me at all. Not even a 'hi' or anything. But the worst part is, I don't know why I even cared." Your head dropped with a little sigh.

"I am really sorry. I missed you, I really did." His voice was soft, one hand coming to lift your chin so you could meet his eyes. You moved away from his touch.

There was a thud and his arms were wrapped around your knees with his forehead resting on your thigh.

"Fuck. I know I've been confusing, and I can never tell you how sorry I am. I care, I really do. I have for a long time, but we swore this would be a casual thing, but I don't want it to be casual anymore. I don't want to keep you at an arms distance. I know I've fucked up, but I will do anything to make it up to you. Please." His voice was now just loud enough for you to hear.

The silence grows thick. The loud music from outside just hardly audible in the quietness. You feel Jiyong's warm breath on your skin and you replay his words in your head.

'...but I don't want it to be casual anymore. I don't want to keep you at an arms distance...' All you wanted was right in front of you. You crouched down and scooped his face in your hands, swiping your thumb under his round eyes.

You lean in and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. His hands fly around you waist, with one of his hands resting in the small of your back. You catch the subtle scent of his hair and you start playing with his hair at the base of his neck. You pull back ever so slightly and your eyes meet his once again.

"What do you want, Jiyong?" Your voice was a whisper as your eyes were stuck on his.

"You. I want you." His eyes had lost all the anger in his eyes, it now being replaced by desperation. "And I don't want you being fucked by a one night stand." He smiled softly.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Your voice was seductive, your hand now grazing down his chest. His confidence flowing right back into his body.

"I'm going to make you mine." His face became closer to yours, his lips ghosting right in front of yours. This time there was no crashing of your lips. Just your lips landing slowly on his. His lips fitting with yours like all the times before, only this time there was an agreement. No more confusion. No more unspoken words. Just raw emotions. All the longing you've felt for him pouring out of you as he bites your lower lip.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" He pulled his lips away and looked between your eyes.

"Yeah." Your voice higher, laced with lust. You shot a quick text to both Jae and Minji letting them know you were safe and that you were going home with Jiyong.

to be continued...

[ikwon1c]

Cat Blocked

pairing: kwon jiyong x reader

summary: just two people trying to make love and two cats who thought it was their netflix show.

tags: 18+ smut, comedy, domestic chaos, soft dom/sub undertones, explicit content

so… i just had this weird and craziest idea 😆 also have you guys seen jiyong’s collab with line featuring zoa as the main character TT where’s my baby iye 💔 #iyeworlddomination #justiceforiye

The room smelled like vanilla, sweat, and hurried desperation. His back pressed into the soft mattress, my knees bracketing his hips, both our bodies slick with heat and tension. The kind that made every kiss a little messier, every moan a little louder. I rolled my hips with slow, unhurried control, watching his lips part as he swore under his breath, a hand gripping my thigh like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.

“Aein…” His voice cracked somewhere between a whimper and a plea. “Don’t stop. You feel—fuck—you feel insane.”

I grinned down at him, hands sprawled over his inked chest. “You say that like it’s the first time.”

“It feels new every time with you,” he groaned, thrusting up gently, just enough to make my breath hitch. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

His words were wrecking me, turning me feral. My nails dug into his ribs, head tilting back, letting out a breathy moan as I rolled my hips again—slow, teasing, cruel. The lights were dim, music humming in the background, his playlist looping between The Weeknd and his old unreleased demos. Our phones were somewhere on the floor, forgotten the moment he’d pulled me onto his lap.

His mouth latched onto my mound earlier, tongue lazy and warm, suckling until I cried out and swore at him, hands buried in his hair. Now, those same strands were wild beneath my fingers as he looked up at me like I was holy. Sacred.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Dripping on me like that. This pussy was made to ruin me, wasn’t it?”

A breathy laugh escaped me. “You already look ruined.”

“I am.” He sat up in one smooth motion, arms wrapping around my waist, his cock buried so deep inside me I swear I saw stars. “And I fucking love it.”

We kissed again, teeth clashing, tongues tasting, his thrusts sharper now, our rhythm quickening until…

“Wait—what the fuck?” Jiyong froze mid-thrust.

I blinked. “Huh?”

His eyes widened in absolute horror as he looked past my shoulder. “Don’t move. Just… don’t look.”

“What are you—” I turned around.

Two pairs of judgmental eyes were locked onto us from the foot of the bed.

Iye, our dramatic grey Abyssinian, sat perched on the dresser like an aristocrat catching his servants in the act. Meanwhile, Zoa, our scruffy British shorthair, was mid-lick, then paused in frozen horror like she’d walked in on her parents doing something unspeakable.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, clutching my chest instinctively even though I was already completely naked. “They’re watching us!”

Jiyong groaned, flopping back down onto the pillows. “I’m literally inside you and being shamed by a cat right now.”

Iye blinked slowly, as if saying filthy peasants.

“Do you think they understand what’s going on?” I whispered, trying not to laugh.

“I think Zoa’s traumatized,” he muttered. “Look at her. Her little cat brain just exploded.”

“I can’t do this while they’re watching, Ji!”

“Well, I can’t not do this when you’re riding me like that, babe.”

I slapped his shoulder. “Be serious!”

He grabbed my hips again, trying to stifle a grin. “Okay. Okay. We relocate. You hop off slowly… and we go to the guest room.”

“But what if they follow us?”

“They do follow us. Especially when they hear the bed creaking.”

“Jesus. We’re raising perverts.”

He snorted so hard his abs flexed. “Babe, cats are like living security cameras. They see everything. They probably saw us in the shower yesterday, too.”

“Zoa literally tried to jump into the tub that time!” I yelped, suddenly scarred.

“Okay. Plan B,” he said, deadly serious. “We maintain eye contact… with each other only. Don’t break focus. Block them out. Like snipers under pressure.”

I gave him a deadpan look. “Snipers aren’t usually naked and has their dick inside me.”

“Details.”

But we tried. God, we tried.

I began to ride him again, slower this time, trying not to glance at the dresser. Jiyong’s fingers dug into my hips as he muttered filth in my ear, teeth grazing my neck, trying to pull me back into our own little world. His cock hit a spot that made me cry out, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Aein.”

Until a loud thud echoed.

I turned my head just in time to see Zoa leap from the dresser onto the bed, landing directly beside us with an offended meow.

“NO—” we both shouted in unison.

Chaos erupted. Iye leapt down with all the grace of a pissed-off god. Zoa pawed at the comforter like she was trying to bury our sins. I screamed. Jiyong was laughing so hard he slipped out of me.

“You little shit!” he howled, grabbing a pillow and tossing it toward Zoa, who bolted out of the room like she had just seen Satan.

Iye walked—no, sauntered after her, but not before giving us one final, scathing look.

“What the fuck just happened,” I gasped, sprawled on his chest, heartbeat wrecked.

“I think we got cockblocked. By our cats.”

We stared at the ceiling in stunned silence. Then we both burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Do we—do we even try to finish?” I wheezed.

Jiyong rolled us over, his knee parting mine again. “Oh, we’re finishing. But now the door’s locked, and we’re pretending we don’t own cats.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I raised my eyebrow. “I’m not a cat, Jiyong.”

He leaned down, smirking against my ear. “No… but I love your kitty.”

I gasped in mock offense, slapping his arm then moaned when his hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate.

“What the hell, Ji…” I looked at him incredulously, half moaning and half laughing.

He laughed while still moving, kissing the temple of my head.

And this time, with the door locked, the lights low, and nothing but our ragged breathing filling the room — we finished without interruption.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

GDragon as a Dad with babygirl trying to be throw food of the high chaiir cause wrong plate or color of and having a bad day?

Bad day

Characters: Gdragon X toddler!reader

Summary: Above🩷

Warnings: None

The morning sunlight slipped in through the sheer curtains of the apartment, dust dancing in the golden glow. In the middle of the bright kitchen sat a sleek, modern high chair — stylish, just like everything else in G-Dragon's home — and in that high chair sat you, his tiny daughter, barely two years old and already full of opinions.

"Okay, sweet pea," Ji-yong said cheerfully, humming as he set a plate of cut-up strawberries and mini pancakes in front of you. "Pancake day~! Your favorite!"

You blinked, stared down at the green plate, and then…

Your bottom lip quivered.

"No, no, noooo," you whined, the start of a toddler storm bubbling under your breath. Then, with both hands, you shoved the plate toward the edge of the tray.

Ji-yong froze mid-sip of his coffee. "Wait—hey—baby, no—"

Splat.

The food hit the floor like a crime scene.

Ji-yong sighed, setting his mug down as you let out a frustrated little wail.

"It’s not the pink one," you hiccuped through tiny sobs, cheeks puffed and eyes big and glossy. "I want the pink plaaate."

He squatted down to clean up the mess with a dishrag, shaking his head gently. "Okay, okay, hold up — Daddy didn’t know it was a pink-plate-only day. That’s on me, boss." He glanced back up at you. “Tough crowd this morning.”

You sniffled dramatically. “Bad day.”

Ji-yong’s heart squeezed a little. It didn’t matter how many sold-out concerts he’d played or fashion weeks he walked through — nothing knocked the wind out of him like his little girl having a rough morning.

He stood up, walked over to the cabinet, and pulled out the infamous pink plate with a tiny bunny print in the corner. "You mean this pink plate?"

Your tears slowed. You nodded seriously. “That one.”

"Noted." He grinned, loading the same food onto the correct plate this time. He placed it carefully in front of you and added a little dramatic flair: "For Her Royal Highness, the Princess of Picky Breakfasts."

You giggled through your tears, poking a strawberry with your tiny fork.

"Better?"

"Better."

He kissed the top of your bedhead-hair, sitting beside your high chair with his now-cold coffee. “You know,” he said, watching you eat, “Daddy also has bad days sometimes. But pancakes usually help.”

You munched contentedly for a few minutes before pausing, then looked at him with big eyes. “You want a stwawberry?”

His heart absolutely melted. He leaned in, letting you clumsily shove one into his mouth. “Mmm,” he said, pretending it was the most delicious thing in the world. “Chef’s kiss.”

You beamed.

Later, when he posted a picture to his private Instagram story — just a snapshot of the pink plate and messy crumbs with a caption: "She runs this house." — he wasn’t even exaggerating.

[serenadeonacanoe]

Untitled, 2025 (GD x OFC) Chapter 10: Tour

Pairing: G-Dragon/Kwon Jiyong x OFC Genre/Warnings: in this chapter: a whole lot of fluff...

It’s 2025 and the King of K-Pop is back. He and his music are everywhere. On the charts, all over social media and smack in the middle of Maddie’s work schedule. Sometimes she still can’t believe this is her actual job now - documenting the chaos behind the scenes and trying to make sure no one on his team gets lost, bruised or accidentally starts a viral scandal.

What’s even harder to believe? That she and Jiyong met five years ago. Actually… scratch that. They met ten years ago too. Time has a weird sense of humor like that and things get blurry when you’re busy, nostalgic, and maybe just a little bit smitten. Also, life throws more daisies your way than you’d expect.

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December 2014

"I'm sure you’ll love it there." Cheungha says and I can’t help but laugh.

It’s winter in Seoul. No snow yet, but the cold is the kind that bites through your coat and clings to you long after you’ve crawled under your covers. Summer heat nearly knocked me out when I arrived and the monsoon season was its own nightmare, but this cold? It’s relentless. Still, winter has been my favorite season so far because I finally feel like I’ve arrived here. Work is still insane, but manageable. My neighbor still drives me mad, but I’ve figured out how to shut him up at night. I’ve even found a handful of friends I know I can rely on.

Cheungha is one of them. The rest? Regular, everyday people like me. That’s why last summer at the lake house with all those famous faces already feels like a weird fever dream. I’m happy to have my life back to normal. Which is why I laugh when Cheungha says that. If she’d actually been thinking of me when planning our evening, we wouldn’t be on our way to some swanky pre-Christmas party in Gangnam. We’d be crammed into a tiny, slightly sketchy neighborhood restaurant with steaming bowls of something spicy and cheap, gossiping until closing time. But this is Cheungha and glittery parties are her thing.

“Is that so?” I ask, eyeing her reflection in the mirrored elevator. She’s fixing her hair, already glowing like she owns the night. When her eyes meet mine, I think for a moment I’ve annoyed her, but then she grins. “Okay, fine, there’s a good chance you’ll hate it. But it’s too late now, you’re mine for tonight.” That’s how she is - half-flirty, always dramatic. It never goes anywhere, but it’s fun and honestly, it’s nice to feel wanted. Who says you can’t flirt with your friends? If she ever crossed a line, I’d say something. But this? This is just Cheungha and I like her for it.

So I let out a theatrical sigh, ditch my scarf and follow her out when the elevator dings.

The party is exactly what I expected - polished, expensive, not really my scene. But the music isn’t terrible, the canapés are amazing and the champagne is free. Since I’ve been perpetually broke since moving here, I make the best of it.

And that’s when I see him.

Jiyong is across the room by a window, champagne flute in hand. His outfit is a dark suit with glittering accents that catch the light. He literally shines among a crowd of rich-but-safe choices. His hair is longer than it was in the summer, sleeked back and his face is... yeah, as unfairly beautiful as I remember. To be perfectly honest… he looks like a bit of an asshole. It might just be me projecting, but still.

Since that lake weekend, I haven’t seen him once and now he’s literally sparkling. Perfect.

Of course, Cheungha’s route through the crowd takes us straight toward him. Daesung spots us and waves, all warmth and smiles and I wave back before letting my gaze flick across the rest of the group. Jiyong’s on his phone, head down, oblivious. Even when he finally pockets it, he greets Cheungha like the old friends they are and… nothing. Not even a nod for me.

Maybe he genuinely doesn’t remember me. Wouldn’t shock me. Either way, it’s rude. I don’t need a bow or a song and dance, but some kind of acknowledgment would’ve been nice, even if I am a stranger.

I tell myself it shouldn’t bother me - it wasn’t a big deal then, so why does it matter now? Except it does. And it’s even more annoying that, despite all this, he still makes my pulse jump. It’s not just that he’s handsome. There’s something magnetic about him. The way he dresses, the way his face shifts from soft to unreadable in seconds. I catch myself watching too long before I shake it off and down my drink.

For once, I wish this was an actual party with music and dancing. Instead, it’s polite small groups and pleasant conversations. Since I don’t know anyone else, I stick with Cheungha’s circle.

Then Seunghyun arrives. He smiles wide at me, hand brushing my back in greeting and the second Jiyong notices, he pointedly turns away. That’s it. My last shred of patience snaps. I scoff - loud enough for him to hear, childish and deliberate. It works. He turns back, one eyebrow arched and gives me a look I’ve never seen before. A few seconds pass, heavy with unspoken things, before he finally speaks.

“What? Did you expect me to tell you I missed you? To please please give me another shot?” The words hit like ice water. My jaw drops, not to reply, just because I’m stunned.

Of course I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect anything. At first, after the lake, I wondered if I’d see him again. Maybe Cheungha was keeping us apart, or maybe it really had been a one-off. In the end, it didn’t matter - I’d had enough even before it started.

But still… it stings. Because somewhere, buried deep, there’s a tiny part of me that would’ve liked to hear it. And he knows it.

I want to tell him to fuck off. That he can be famous and obnoxious somewhere else tonight, just not next to me. Anything. But no words come. Instead, I silently admit he’s right by turning away, giving him nothing and too much at the same time.

“You’re such a dick, Ji. Seriously. Super low… a simple hello would’ve sufficed.” Cheungha mutters under her breath. I bite my lip, wishing no one had heard him, but apparently everyone has. The rest of the group pretends not to notice, which is almost worse. Cheungha’s probably the better person here for saying something, but all I want is for this to go away.

I last another hour, making small talk with Seunghyun before I finally excuse myself and escape. Cheungha knows why, everyone knows why. Jiyongs eyes meet mine for a single second before we both turn away.

In the cab home, I already know this is going to be one of those memories. The kind that resurfaces years later, when I’m already feeling low, to remind me how pathetic it felt to stand there, frozen, letting him look at me like that. And the worst part? Even when he was being a complete ass, some part of me enjoyed that he looked at me at all.

Ugh.

March 2025

I used to hate it when people said they were on cloud nine; it seemed overly dramatic.

And… well… I get it now. It's not just Jiyong. Well, he is a big part of it. But everything else as well. Suddenly, everything seems so easy and everything is going well. The simplest, but annoying, daily tasks are suddenly just fine. All the ideas I had for content at work spark interest and engagement; I feel proud of it. Life just feels good right now… Surely this can't be a constant state, right? But fuck, it would be nice.

Work is crazy… again. When is it ever not? We are so close to the start of the tour, I can't believe it's finally almost here. Ji is exhausted but excited. And maybe a little scared. I've heard so much about how drained he was during the last one, all those years ago, it scares me as well. Precautions have been made; he only performs on the weekends and a lot less in general. It's still a little scary. But he seems happy at the moment and knowing that I might have something to do with that makes me grin from ear to ear.

And it really helps with the content. Sometimes it also ruins it. Like when he flirts with the camera so much that I really can't post it, deleting the videos right away. Or when he suddenly breaks character and says my name. Definitely deleting that! It only happens when no one else is around, which isn't very often, he is careful enough. And then there are those videos where I am so fucking smitten that I start giggling… and he has that smug face because of it. Also, not gonna go public. But the tibits we make work… really work. It spurs my creativity on even more, as I said… cloud nine stuff.

When Jiyong drags me into a quiet room for the first time during work hours, not quite a broom closet, but you get the idea, I am a little nervous. This is… rock star behaviour that in my life simply never had a place. But instead of trying to get into my pants, he takes my face into his hands and kisses me like that is worth everything he has… while not actually risking anything. What a perfect combination. We stand there and kiss slowly, carefully, almost innocently… and then fuck our brains out at night… if we get the chance. Often enough, we don't. And complain about it plenty. But this is the reality of his life. And mine.

If we find the time though… shit. It's just hard to stop once you start. Only once make-up Noona scolds him for the eye bags he recently sports we try to get at least a bit more sleep, it really is needed.

Maybe it's that, maybe the pressure, maybe just a bug, but two days before the first tour stop in Seoul, I start a fever. I can count the times I have been properly sick since moving here on one hand. There was a 2018 broken leg moment that was pretty dramatic, but apart from that, I don't even get the flu often. Now… I have a fever, my limbs feel like jelly and I've spent the morning on the bathroom floor regretting my breakfast choices. Yesterday was already kinda bad and even though Korean work culture isn't happy about taking time off for any reason… the rules about coming sick to MY work are pretty strict. Because idols can get sick as well. I worked from home yesterday. Tired and weak and frustrated, because there is only so much I can do from my computer. But also feeling like I am missing out. It isn't MY concert, but we all work up to these big events and here I am stuck in bed.

But today I don't even care that much anymore, I think it's the fever, I have not slept longer than two hours at a time last night and time passes in a weird way, slow and fast simultaenously. When I made the mistake of telling my mother, she, of course, let half of my family in Seoul know and today, some auntie is supposed to come by to bring me soup. I haven't seen her in ages and we are not close enough for me to be okay with her seeing me like, in bed, in an apartment that starts to look like I feel. But in the end, I had to accept that I could need some help and texted her my passcode after she kept asking.

I have never been good at asking for help. And I also always had the tendency to downplay whatever I was going through, your average millennial woman basically. It isn't a good habit to have, but one that is hard to shake. And at first, Jiyong believes me because of it, even hardly has the time to ask because he is so busy. I had texted him that I was staying home because of my cold, but he shouldn't worry; it was more to just not make others sick. He had responded that he hoped I would feel better soon and then a little heart emoji. I had smiled at it and only this morning, he had called me, the team already at his place.

“It's not just the sniffles, hm?” Even though my throat hurts when speaking, I have to chuckle because of the way he phrased it. The same cute voice he uses for talking to the cats was now being sent my way, but I don't hate it. I do feel miserable. “No… I guess it's not.” “You should have told me, I would have… I don't know what I would have done, but now I feel like a bad…” Hesitation. “I would like to be there for you, you know?” “That is sweet, but… honestly, I don't think there is much you can do, I just need to rest and not… make others sick. Not make you sick in particular. And also… my aunt is coming by to bring me some food and help me.”

He still doesn't seem happy. I could hear it in his voice. “It shouldn't be your aunt, it should be me! I know you can… order groceries instead of buying them, but I should be the one putting them in the fridge at least.”

The example is oddly specific and funny in a way because I am pretty sure that Jiyong has never been in a position where he puts his own groceries away, whether store-bought or delivered. He has gone straight from teenager to pop star. But the gesture is sweet and I know what he means. Before I would starve, I could get food. But even the thought of carrying bags from my door to the fridge seems a lot right now.

“No, I get it, you are right.” I eventually murmur and lean even further back into my pillow, letting my wall down a little. “That… that would be really nice actually, I would love to have you around, but it's just not a good idea, ok? Just know I am taken care of and… in a couple of days, I am back. I'm just sad I'm missing the concert.” “Well… you will see so much of it on tour, you will grow sick of it in no time.” “I really, really doubt that, Ji.”

No response. “You still there?” “Yeah… It's just… fuck. It feels so damn good when you say my name. It's like I suddenly just… like the word itself a lot more.”

Now, no response from me. “Daisy?” Same effect, I know what he means now about my own name.

“No, I am here just… really… could need a hug right now.” Because he is good with words. And hugs. And because I like him a lot. And because sometimes a simple hug makes everything better, even a fever. Or at least more bearable.

“I'm gonna come over later after the last rehearsal” “No, Ji, you are not, you… just… I am gonna go to sleep, okay? I will drink plenty of tea and have soup later and who knows, maybe by tomorrow I am all better.”

Neither of us believe that. I would be fine - sure, eventually - but it would take its time.

By the time my Imo shows up in the afternoon, I am actually glad to have someone here. She doesn't hold back. Even though we aren't close, she tells me to get up and take a shower while she tidies the kitchen cursing under her breath and warms up some food. Back home, it would have been rude to be so blatant towards someone sick, but I have gotten used to it through that side of the family.

I lean against the shower wall and it really takes my last energy, but it also feels very good. When I step out, she has put on fresh bed sheets because I have sweated through the old ones, she has opened all the windows to let fresh air in and still it smells like rice porridge and yuja tea. When she sees me walking into the room, she smiles and I smile back. Thank her a million times.

I finish half a bowl of food and the tea is so sweet and sticky going down my throat, it all really helps. The bed smells nice and… it isn't long before I am ready for some more sleep. “You get some rest, girl. I will go out and run some errands and then I will drop off some nice fresh fruit before I go home and see how you are doing, yeah?”

Nodding, I already drifting off. My dreams were weird. Abstract, a little scary. When I wake up again, I am confused. The sun is just setting, so time must have passed. And there is a sound outside my open bedroom door, so surely that is why I woke up. Have I really slept from the moment the aunt left until she returned?

I try to sit up a little when suddenly Jiyong appears in the door frame. My eyes opened wide, as if I am having hallucinations. But no, it is really him. Tracksuit pants, a sweater and hair in all directions, like it always does when he has tons of hair products in it and then wears a hat. And a mask.

Right away, he raises both hands. “Look. I am sorry. I know you told me not to come and I get it… But when I tried to call you and you didn't answer your phone and I… maybe… was already in front of the door anyway, I figured I just… let myself in.”

Fuck. Right. He has the door code as well so he doesn't have to wait in front of it, just in case someone notices him.

“I know that all sounds super stalkery and not okay, I am sorry.” I am shaking my head already. But that makes me a little loopy, so I quickly stop again.

“It's alright. I think… I think I would have done the same.” I admit. Not our strong suit, I guess. “But… Ji, seriously. I mean this in the most loving way possible: Can you fuck off, please? I am so damn happy to see you, but… the concert tomorrow…”

It is hard to read his expression. The mask covers half his face, he is too far away for my blurry vision to actually see his eyes properly. And still his body language seems familiar. He is fidgety. I have seen it plenty of times when he gets nervous or uncomfortable. The more people he doesn't know there are around him, the worse it usually gets. Whenever we are walking up to the airport gates, my heart bleeds a little for him. And it's not that bad right now, but it reminds me of it a little bit and I hate it. Because I don't want him to be like that in front of me. Unsure. Because I am sure he gets what I am saying, but he clearly also is here for a reason. His hands grapple with the hat he must have been wearing. “I could just… sit here for a bit?”

And without another word, he sinks down to the floor and just looks over at me like a puppy that craves any sort of affection. Oh, good god. How am I supposed to have the energy to resist this when all I want is for him to crawl into bed with me, get my bugs and then we can spend a couple of days here?

In the end, I just flop to the side, lie there looking over at him. “Fine, I give up, you are a grown ass man.” I say with a sigh, the croak clearly audible in my voice. He sits up a little, a smile reaching to his eyes. “How are you feeling, baby?”

I shrug. “Well… not great, I still have a fever and I am just… so damn tired. But I had some food and a shower… actually, I am kinda glad you didn't see me before because I was sweaty and I smelled.” Now he is the one shrugging. “I wouldn't have minded. You know what I look like after a show. You have to smell that all the time…” We both chuckle. And yet know it's different, sick smell isn't nice. But I believe him.

Smiling, I just look at him for a while. “I am really happy to see you, Ji.” He matches my gaze and then moves his mask down to his chin. I want to protest, but I know it won't stop him. “I am happy to see you, too. I missed you… like…” A scratchy little laugh escapes his mouth, the one I have filmed in cute Insta stories, what feels like a million times. It makes him seem like a mix of Peter Pan and a grandpa, but also so very much simply him. “…so much? I miss you all the time, Daisy.”

Suddenly - probably thanks to the fever - I see him in front of my inner eye. Much younger. Different color hair. A very different expression on his face. And he tells me the opposite. It feels like a lifetime ago - that stupid Christmas party - and it's still hard to understand that that was the same guy - rude, full of himself and holding a champagne flute - in contrast to him, sat on my bedroom floor, eyes full of concern for me, desperate to just see me for a bit, ready to risk quite a bit actually for this. Hard to grasp.

“I missed you too…” I say with a shy smile and move a hand across my face. “One hug? Please…” I hear him say and I am too damn tired to say anything, I am still looking for words when I feel the mattress move under me because he has just climbed onto it. Ji lies down behind me, his now once again masked face appears on my shoulder when he moves both his arms around me. I take a deep breath and with the exhale, it's like all the pressure falls off my shoulders and without me realising, a couple more tears roll sideways down my cheeks.

“I am so glad you are here.” I murmur and put my hand on top of his. Honestly, if he gets sick now, it will be whether I touch him or not.

“Good. I am relieved. I… I think in the past I wasn't the best at… well. Not just boundaries but relationships in general. I don't want to fuck this up. I so badly don't want to fuck this up. I find it hard to understand when… when people want one to do things even though they said no, but at the same time I want to respect what you say…”

The long sentence needs a second to enter my tired brain. “I get that. I think that is hard for everyone, Ji, but I am glad you think about these things. Probably all we can do is try to be honest and… just say what we need. And I do need you… I just wanted to keep you away for professional reasons, but I really wanted you here… you made the right call, okay?”

He nods against my shoulder and holds me even tighter, a small laugh escapes him, tickling my ear. “I was standing outside the apartment for like twenty minutes and didn't know what to do… I had two espressos while I waited for you to call back.”

I chuckle at the thought. His heart is thudding hard against my back, but maybe it's just the coffee.

“Is there anything you need? Can I maybe… wait, the fuck… Why does this bed smell so good? Is this what your bed smells like after you have been sick in it for two days?" His voice sounds almost offended and I get that, but I explain with a little laughter. Auntie magic.

It's incredibly hard not to fall asleep in his arms. And it's even harder to tell him to leave. Ji just tells me about his day, makes me another cup of tea and moves his hand through my hair. Makes me forget that I am sick (well, almost) and that he should be somewhere else, really busy (completely) for a while.

So when the door opens again and Imo steps back in, Ji just looks at me, puzzled and I wake up like from a daze. She is talking loudly before coming in, telling me how incredibly incapable every single person in this city is. Ji shuffles up. But before we can move much farther apart, she has stepped into the room and then just stares.

“Oh, Imo, hello, you are back so soon. My friend came by to bring some more medicine…” Ji jumps up and keeps bowing. It would look funny if I weren't as freaked out. Again, back home, in the States, no biggie. Well, actually, still a little awkward. Here… even in our mid-30s, you never know.

She stares at him for a while. “Good, I have more groceries downstairs. Come with me and carry them up, boy.” Jiyong just bows again and follows her. Only turns around for a second in the doorframe and has an odd mix of panic in his eyes. While I bury my face in my hands.

Great. Worst case… somebody takes pictures of Ji carrying half a month's supply of groceries into my apartment building and tommorrow morning I will have death threads. Best case, I will get a call from my mother in a couple of hours, who the dude in my bed is.

When they return a couple of minutes later, Imo is just basically shouting orders and I hear a steady “nae nae” stream from Ji. Carefully, I get up and watch as Jiyong is reorganising my kitchen drawer, basically, everything Imo wanted to do earlier but thought too exhausting. It's weird and cute.

By the end, Ji looks kinda tired. “Okay, I guess… I will let you say goodbye, but… she really could use some more rest, so don't stay too long.” She tells him as if we are teenagers and Ji just nods and then bows and bows some more.

When my aunt is already on the way to her jacket and shoes, she suddenly stops. Glances at a shelf. And at first, I don't get it. It's where all my work stuff is usually dropped; I haven't touched it in days. And when I see all that G-Dragon merch, some magazines with his face on, I normally don't even connect it to the real person anymore… It's what I see lying around at work every day. But she recognises the face, turns around, studies Ji and then shoots me a bit of a judging look. I think she is aware of who I work for. And who she just found in my bed. But she doesn't say a thing. Damn. Perhaps I don't even need to explain to my mum WHO later… she will do it for me.

The door closes and Ji waits a second, then he turns around. I just walk back into bed and he follows me. “That… wow. She…” “Yeah, I know…” When he sits down next to me, he suddenly looks a bit concerned. “Do you think she will tell anyone?”

I know who he means. And good question, you really never know. “No, just my mother…” I say with a sigh and fall back onto my pillow. Jiyong lies down next to me again and moves some hair out of my vision.

“Well… I am sorry about that, I assume it wasn't the plan to tell her about me…” I think for a second. “Not like this. Eventually… sure. We are close. I want her to know, but…” Awkward. Of course, I want to tell the whole world… well, maybe at least everyone I know about us and how happy I am, but we haven't even talked this out amongst ourselves. And I enjoyed that. It's fluffy and light and I know things will get serious soon enough. So there is no reason to rush.

“Well, maybe I get points at least because she will tell her that even though your boyfriend isn't buff, he carried all the groceries up without complaining.” “You did… but…” I murmur, distracted by the word he has just used for the first time. “I am not your boyfriend. I know. But I hope I will be.” He says with a cheeky smile. There is a hint of insecurity in his eyes, but the way he says it, so forward, feels nice. I turn around and try to read him more. And that in turn makes him a little shy, maybe he thinks he rushed too much?

Two people in their mid-30s using words like boyfriend seems weird in itself…

“Is that so?” “Yes. I officially apply.” I grin. “Application is received and under review. We will get back to you soon.” He pokes my side. “In how many business days?” “We are currently understaffed due to sick leave, but we really appreciate the effort and are positive that…” I start coughing and bury my face in the pillow for a second, mid sentence. When I remerge, I give up the act. “You are the sweetest, you know that?"

He curls into me in a way that I haven't been able to resist ever since he started doing it. “It's all good. I wasn't planning on using your being sick to make you say yes. I just… want you to know what I hope this is when you talk to your mother. So I am not just some idiot your aunt found in your bed.”

I smile at him. “You aren't. You really aren't."

Now he smiles too. My heart feels like it's shaken and it's not just my body giving it a hard time.

Kicking him out is hard, but eventually I do. My bad conscience weighs so hard now, but I am still tired enough to fall asleep before he even texts me he got home.

The next day, I watch the concert via another team member's livestream and try not to be too sad that I am not there. Afterwards, Ji is so hyped, I can tell by the way he sends me the most chaotic texts and voice messages. “It's really happening, Dais, the tour has started.” “I can't wait to travel the world with you!” “Did you see how well that part I kept messing up last week worked out?” “And I hit… well, almost all notes during your song.”

My song. This isn't the first time I've heard about this from him. And I am not sure why I never asked. Maybe because I am embarrassed, I don't get which one is supposed to be my song… Well.

It has to be something older, when we met again last year, he had written all of the songs on Übermensch already and we hadn't been in contact for years. But isn't that true for all of his songs? Theme-wise, I also don't think I can get there…

Before I fall asleep, I look at the setlist. Getting nowhere. I should just ask him. Why don't I? But somehow, there is an eagerness to get there myself.

My eyes get stuck on the number 2014. It's that year. But… I mean, the lyrics… are about an established relationship that breaks apart, so how is that supposed to be about me? I truly love the song, I think it's beautiful in it's sadness, the melody and especially his voice could make me tear up on it's own. But no, that can't be about me. I pout a little, not able to think much longer without yawning again.

"Did you already talk to your mum?" I can't help but smile when that question comes in. "Yeah, she warned me that she thinks you might take drugs, Imo said she heard something." "Oh fuck." He keeps typing but I can't keep it up. "Nah, just kidding, I don't think Imo told her so she doesn't know WHO she found here..." "Evil, Daisy!!" He is still typing. "Doesn't know YET."

Yet. I grin wide.

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Bullshit Part 2 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong isn’t jealous of your professional relationship with Ateez, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tease you while you’re on the road with them. Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: 18+ MDNI., teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v, jealous Jiyong, fluff Author’s Note: I wasn’t going to do a part two of this, but I was inspired by events that have happened since falling into the Ateez rabbit hole. You do not need to read part 1 to understand anything happening in part 2. If you want to read it you can check it out here, though! This is my first time writing for any of the Ateez guys so please be gentle. 

After the events of Head in the Clouds, Jiyong had flown back to Korea to continue his tour while you had stayed in the States to prep for Ateez’s North American tour. Long distance was something you and Jiyong were familiar with, having done it off and on for years. It never made it easy to be apart from each other. Especially now that you were going on nearly two months of only seeing each other though FaceTime. 

You were currently editing some tour footage from Chicago, on your way to the Washington stop when your phone buzzed. Jiyong’s name lit up the screen and you smiled as you picked up the phone. He was back in Korea in between tour stops which meant more texting despite the time difference. 

Miss you Jagiya. 

Miss you more.  

What are you doing? 

Editing some concert footage.  You? 

Getting ready to go to bed. Just got home. 

I’ll call you as soon as I get this video posted, ok? I love you. 

Love you too. 

With the video edited and posted, you slid your phone into your pocket and made your way to where the guys were. Seonghwa and Yeosang sat talking quietly while everyone else finished getting ready for rehearsals. Seonghwa spotted you and gave you an excited wave, one you returned with a smile. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly slid it open when you caught the notification. It was a story on Jiyong’s very public instagram. To the normal eye it was just a mirror selfie, he’d posted them randomly throughout the past few months, driving fans wild in the process. But you knew this one was meant for you. 

The way his shirt hung low, the smirk only you could see that his phone was covering up. The timing of it, even. You knew Jiyong hadn’t just gotten home, he’d been home for hours. You groaned in frustration before finding the video you’d uploaded, confirming your suspicions that he’d seen the edit. Jiyong was jealous. 

You didn’t know what had caused this sudden jealousy in Jiyong, but you were benefiting from it greatly. First with his show in LA and now with this. 

“You ok?” Hongjoong was by your side, brow raised and you blinked, closing out of instagram quickly. 

“Yeah…yeah I’m good.” You nodded a smile on your face. 

“And Jiyong Hyung is good too?” He teased, a smirk plastered on his face. 

“Yeah…” you paused, turning to face him fully. “Go away, Hongjoong.” 

“We can all see his story, you know.” Hongjoong laughed, sliding his hands into pocket before walking away.

You rolled your eyes, waiting until he was gone to take your phone back out. You clicked on his story again, relieved that it was still there. You didn’t bother to like it, you knew he’d see your view. He’d probably been waiting for it. You closed the app, hitting your messenger app and clicking his name. 

You’re the worst.

Maybe. But you were supposed to call me. 

And now I’m not. Go to bed Jiyong. 

Night Jagiya. 

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It was show day which meant lots of running around to make sure the eight guys had everything in place for their costume changes, waters were in place, really everything they needed to have an easy time on stage was done. Soundcheck would be starting soon and you hadn’t had a chance to talk to Jiyong at all. Which wasn’t a surprise, you both had an understanding that tour days usually meant a late night chat in someone’s time zone at some point that day. 

You pulled out your phone sending him a quick text, knowing he was likely still asleep at this hour and turned your attention to Yeosang, who was currently eating a bowl of ramen. 

“Hey buddy, you doing ok?” You moved to sit next to him. 

“Yeah.” He held his bowl closer to him and he raised a brow. “You’re not going to steal these are you?” 

“No.” You laughed, leaning back in your seat. “I’m not Hongjoong.” He relaxed next to you, eating a bit slower. “Sound check is in five though.” 

You two sat in comfortable silence as he finished his meal and made his way to the stage for sound check. You really enjoyed working with Ateez, all eight of them had become younger brothers to you. They could be a little much sometimes, but that was part of their charm. They’d become your family and if there was any group of people to be around when you couldn’t be around Jiyong, it was them. 

After soundcheck you gathered the guys, posing for a photo. It had become a pre show ritual at this point that you would post something with them before each show. 

See you soon Tacoma! ✌️ you captioned it and hit post, making sure to tag the guys and the official account that you also ran. A few minutes later your phone buzzed, hoping for a text from Jiyong you looked down as frowned. Why was he posting a story and not texting you back? 

You clicked the notification and let out a laugh when you saw the story. It was simple, just his hand curled to show off her nails. But you knew it was another meant for you story. You rolled your eyes but before you could close the app another picture came in and you gasped.

He had his face hidden, the camera panned down to only show his arms, torso and legs off. He was wearing a simple outfit, red shorts showing off his thighs perfectly and you had to check to make sure you weren’t drooling. 

“Are you okay?” Seonghwa’s voice broke your thoughts and you realized you’d been staring at your phone for much longer than necessary.

“Hm? Yeah…never better.” You slid your phone into your back pocket. “You look great. Trying to kill the fan girls tonight?” 

Seunghwa nodded, his glittery makeup shimmering in the lights as he moved. “Always.” He winked as your phone buzzed. “I’ll leave you to that then.” He turned, a smirk on his lips as he walked off. 

You reached for your phone, seeing another story notification and hesitated before opening the notification. Thankfully, it was just a chaotic story about the cats. You replied to it with a heart and frowned when the story changed to another one of his. You hadn’t realized he’d posted two. 

Pony started blasting and eight heads turned to face you. You face a sheepish smile in response, turning the volume down and walking out of the room. He was going to pay for this one. 

“What the fuck Jiyong.” You hissed into the phone as soon as you saw his face appear. 

“What?” 

“Using Pony with a story of your face looking at me like that is dirty work.” You glared as you made your way to a more private area backstage.

“Just reminding you that you can jump on it anytime.” He smirked. 

“Jiyong!” You groaned. “You’re a whole lifetime away. Stop being a tease.” 

“I’ll be there in a few hours actually.” He leaned back in his seat, a pleased look on his face. 

“What?” 

“I miss you Jagiya. And it was supposed to be a surprise, but I’m off for the next week and I can’t wait until New Jersey to see you. So I’m coming for the weekend.” 

“You better be resting up on that flight then. Because I’m making you pay for these stories.” You saw the guys lining up and checked the time with a sigh. “I have to go. I’ll see you soon.” 

“Bye Jagiya.” 

The call disconnected and you grinned as you made your way over to your friends. San raised a brow at your mood change and you looked away, folding your arms. 

“Have a good show, boys!” You grinned before sending them on their way. 

Jiyong managed to sneak into the show unnoticed, hiding in the green room until the show was over. He didn’t mind sitting in there alone with Jaeho while you worked. As he watched the show on a small TV he realized he’d never actually seen an Ateez show in person before. He had to give it to them, they were killing it out there. 

Hongjoong led the guys and you back to the green room, San had an arm resting playfully on your shoulder as you all walked. Excited conversations about a job well down filled the air as Hongjoong opened the door stopping in his tracks. 

“Hongjoong, what?” Seunghwa asked in confusion but Hongjoong didn’t answer.

“G-Dragon? Holy shit.” He shook his head trying to contain his excitement, Sans arm falling off your shoulder and you popped around him brows raised. “I mean, Jiyong, Hyung, hello….welcome.” He bowed his cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment.

The guys all followed suit and Jiyong smiled politely, bowing back. “Thanks for arranging this.” He nodded at the leader of Ateez and you looked between the guys before finally making your way to Jiyong. “Surprised?”

“Yeah. Kinda figured I’d just see you at the hotel or something tomorrow.” He shrugged, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Yeah but then I couldn’t do this.” His lips were on yours instantly and you practically melted into him as you returned the kiss. 

Seonghwa cleared his throat from his spot at the doorway and you pulled away from Jiyong with a sigh. Jiyong smirked, wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulder, a brow raised at San playfully. He offered up a sheepish smile and scratched the back of his head. Now that he had you in his arms he didn’t want to let you go. The guys made their way inside, offering handshakes and thanking Jiyong for being there. 

“You were all amazing. Truly.” Jiyong smiled. 

Your eyes fell on Hongjoong who you thought might pass out from the compliment and you snorted. Hongjoong looked over at you and glared before grabbing a bottle of water and excusing himself. 

“You guys fine on your own for send off?” Seonghwa nodded and you picked up your purse. “Ok, I’ll see you in the morning.” You waved goodbye and led Jiyong out of the room. 

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“I can’t believe you came all the way to Washington just to see me.” 

“I’d go anywhere for you.” Jiyong pulled you closed, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky to have Jiyong as your partner. Despite his crazy schedule and the fact that he could use this week off to rest, he’d chosen to fly to the states to see you. 

The truth was, Jiyong would do anything for you. Did he enjoy teasing you? Absolutely. But that was just because he loved you so much. He may have misunderstood Jackson back in May but he trusted you, and he trusted Ateez. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun reminding you of what you were missing while you were away. 

He held you close the rest of the ride back to the hotel, neither of you wanting to be too touchy with Jaeho in the front seat. One you were alone in the hotel room though all bets were off. 

The door had barely closed before your lips were on his. It had been two months since you’d been able to kiss him, to hold him, and you wouldn’t be able to see him again for a couple more weeks after this. You were fully prepared to savor this night for as long as possible.  

Jiyong’s tongue darted out licking your lip, begging for access. You happily obliged parting your lips, your tongue meeting his. His hands moved from your face down your side and stopped at the hem of your shirt before he pulled it up roughly, only breaking the kiss to pull it over your head. 

You followed his lead, removing his shirt and licked your lips at his exposed chest. He’d been putting in work all tour and was more toned than he ever had been. Something you’d been enjoying. Jiyong noticed your stare and smirked, his hand cupped your cheek dragging your attention back to him and his lips captured yours once again. 

He walked you backwards, laying you down on the bed gently, his lips finally leaning yours to kiss down your jaw, to your collarbone and down to your breasts. He removed your bra, and moved his mouth to your nipple, licking your nipple before biting down gently while his hand gently massaged your other one. 

As his hand lowered to your panties, you made quick work of undoing the button on his shorts, pushing them down. His lips moved back up your body towards your lips and he kissed you slowly as he slid a finger into your slick folds. You moaned in his mouth, cupping his growing erection through his boxers. 

Jiyong’s fingers massaged your clit slowly, your hips bucking against his hand and he smirked against your lips before stopping his movement. You let out a whine and Jiyong started moving his finger again before sliding it down to your entrance. He began pumping inside of you slowly, too slowly for your liking. 

He added a second digit, his eyes locking on yours as he moved his fingers in and out of you. You moved your hips trying to get him to move faster and the smirk widened on his face. 

“There’s no need to rush, Jagiya.” He whispered into your ear. “We have all night.” He bit down on your earlobe gently before moving his mouth to your collarbone. 

He bit your skin gently, just hard enough to leave a light mark, one that would be gone in a couple days and easily covered. His hand stopped moving again and you opened your eyes, meeting his with a flare. 

“Ji please.” You whined. He shook his head kissing you slowly. 

“Be patient, Jagiya. Good things come to those who wait.” 

You groaned, moving your hand to pull his boxers down, stroking his erection slowly. Jiyong let out a low groan, his fingers pumping inside of you again, curling at just the right spot. You curled your toes, your legs falling further apart and Jiyong’s thumb found your clit, rubbing quick circles. Your hip bucked into his hands and you matched his rhythm as you pumped him quickly. 

You could feel yourself getting closer, your breaths coming out in shallow pants and Jiyong shook his head, stopping his movements. 

“I don’t think so.” He smirked, his arm wrapping around torso before he flipped you so you were on top of him. 

He helped you position yourself above him, his hands holding your hips tightly as you lowered yourself on him slowly taking him inch by inch. You rocked your hips against him and let out a moan at the feel of him inside of you.  Jiyong lifted you slightly and you slammed back down on him quicker. 

“Fuck, Jagiya.” He moaned his hips bucking into you.

You moved against him quickly, your hands resting on his chest as you moved against him. Your nails digging into his skin with each movement. You were close, so deliciously close to coming undone and you moved quicker.  Jiyong matched your movements, his hands digging into your thighs, leaving little marks to match the ones you were leaving on his chest. 

“Come for me, Jagiya.” He demanded. The steadiness in his voice was your undoing. 

You rocked against him quickly a few more times before you came undone, Jiyong’s thrusts slowed as he let you ride out his orgasm, his following close behind yours. He released, filling you up, your hips rocking against his as he finished. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, him inside of you as you both caught your breath. You let go of him moving to push your hair back before you slowly pulled yourself off him. He pulled you to his side, kissing you gently. 

“I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips. 

“I missed you too.” You looked up at him with a smile. “You have to stop with the stories though. I’m not going to make it to the end of August if you keep doing that.” 

Jiyong laughed, pulling you to him tightly and nodded his head. “I make no promises.” 

“You’re the worst!” You laughed.

“You love me.” 

“I do, very much so.” 

The rest of the night was spent with you wrapped in each other's arms, talking about everything and nothing. Just savoring every bit of time you had together before you’d both have to get back to your respective jobs. The distance was hard but it wouldn’t be forever. Jiyong could wait a few more weeks, and he’d have fun teasing you along the way. Especially if it meant more nights like this when he did get to see you again. 

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[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (5)

summary: sending your partner a sexy text prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong had never known true suffering until this moment.

He was horny.

Frustrated.

And ignored.

His phone burned in his grip, and every single unanswered call just mocked him.

It was past midnight, and he was stuck at this never-ending music video shoot, running on caffeine and fumes. The director was talking about re-shooting a scene, but he hadn't paid attention since your name lit up his phone.

[My Jagi] thinking about you

[My Jagi] what if I slipped my underwear off rn?

[My Jagi] you'd never know

[My Jagi] unless I just show you

Jiyong had stared at his screen.

His brain short-circuited.

His throat went dry.

His fingers twitched.

A beat of pure, filthy anticipation hit him like a truck.

His pulse skyrocketed.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fucking yes.

You were out clubbing tonight with your friends, dressed in that tiny little black dress he already told you was dangerous. And now you were thinking about him like that?

His body reacted immediately.

His grip on the phone tightened as he licked his lips, thumbs flying across the screen.

[Jiyong] Jagi… don’t play with me.

[Jiyong] Send it.

[Jiyong] Right now.

He hit send and waited.

Nothing.

He saw the little 'read' notification pop up.

No response.

His jaw clenched.

His knee bounced aggressively. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, suddenly too hot, too tense, too ready.

Okay. Fine.

He hit FaceTime.

Declined.

Jiyong blinked.

Oh, you were not about to do this.

He called again. Declined.

Once more.

Declined.

Jiyong exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, frustrated and painfully hard.

[Jiyong] Why aren’t you answering??

[Jiyong] Jagi you know what you do to me.

[Jiyong] Jagi

[Jiyong] JAGIYA

[Jiyong] PICK UP PLEASE JAGIYA

His crew was looking at him funny now, because he was barely holding it together.

The director called for him.

"Hyung, we’re ready for the next - "

"I need a break."

"…What?"

"FIVE MINUTES." Jiyong was already jogging off set, fisting his hands through his hair.

Door. Slammed. Locked.

He immediately called you again.

You. Finally. Answered.

"Thank god," he exhaled roughly, one hand already on his belt, unbuckling.

Your giggle only made things worse.

"Switch to FaceTime," he ordered, fumbling with the zip of his trousers. "Your reception must be terrible, I’ve been trying to call you - You know what? It’s fine. All I need is your voice, baby."

Your giggles continued, light and teasing.

"Ji…"

"Just talk to me, hmm? Keep me company while I - "

"It was just a prank!"

Jiyong froze.

His hands stopped moving.

His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes narrowing as he processed what you just said.

"…What?" His voice was deadly.

You giggled again, like this was some kind of game.

"I was just thinking about you while waiting for my friend in the bathroom," you admitted, voice still so sweet, so innocent, like you hadn’t just ruined his high.

Jiyong stared blankly at the wall.

His entire body was hot, tense, throbbing, and ready to explode.

"You…" His voice dropped to a low growl. "You were just pranking me?"

"Mhm."

He inhaled deeply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter.

"Okay…" His voice was dangerously calm. "But… can we have phone sex right now?"

"Jiyong! You're supposed to be working."

He groaned and tipped his head forward, hair falling onto his forehead.

"Baby, please. I can’t go back out there like this. You did this to me. Take responsibility."

"No way," you laughed. "Get back to work!"

He sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair.

"But I can’t leave this bathroom right now...Like this."

You giggled again, and he swore he was going to lose his damn mind.

"Okay, fine, I can help with that," you hummed, suddenly switching to a sweet, soothing tone.

He perked up again, readying himself.

"Think of… my dad."

Jiyong face scrunched up. Had he heard you correctly?

"Do - do you mean me?"

"Jiyong! No! Stop thinking like that. Oh, oh, wait, I forgot to tell you that I crashed the lambo the other day."

"Huh?"

"Oooh okay, this is a good one... do you remember that one time you saw Youngbae in a thong - "

"FUCK - NO! No, no, no - " Jiyong slapped a hand over his face, groaning in agony. "Oh Jagi why..."

You cackled.

He exhaled slowly, finally feeling himself calm down.

"Okay," he said smoothly, composing himself. "I’m ending this shoot early and picking you up."

"What? Ji - "

"Nothing's better than the real thing anyway."

And then he hung up

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

The dinner party was elegant.

Classy.

Polished.

Everything about the atmosphere demanded propriety - low lighting, soft music, the occasional tinkling of a champagne flute against crystal.

And then there was him.

Seunghyun stood across the room in a fitted suit, laughing softly at something someone had just said. One hand in his pocket, his posture lazy and elegant, while the other nursed a glass of wine. He looked unreal - like sin disguised in sophistication.

And he knew it.

You’d been keeping things quiet between you two.

For now.

Late nights. Shared cars. Rooms booked under fake names.

There was something deliciously addictive about the secrecy.

About knowing that no one else at this party had a clue that the two of you had practically torn each other's clothes off in the backseat of his car just last week.

And tonight? He hadn’t even said a word to you yet.

Just watched.

Every time you caught his eye across the room - which was often - it was like he was touching you without moving an inch.

Like he could feel the heat under your dress with just a glance. The way his tongue ran slowly across the inside of his cheek was obscene.

And he knew it.

So you decided to push the game further.

Sliding your phone discreetly under the table, you typed a message:

[My Princess] Thinking about the last time you touched me...

[My Princess] I still have the marks to remember

You hit send. Sat back. Watched.

He didn’t move.

He kept talking, eyes lazily flicking back to you like he could hear your thoughts. He wasn’t even reaching for his phone. Not even a glance.

You crossed your legs slowly, letting your heel dangle just enough to catch his attention again. Then, when he locked eyes with you for the tenth time, you gave him the subtlest little signal - a nod toward the phone in your hand.

Still nothing.

Instead, he excused himself from the conversation and walked straight across the room, every step deliberate and slow, his expression unreadable - except for the heat in his eyes.

He stopped beside your chair, leaned down low enough that only you could hear him, and said with a quiet, deep rasp,

“From the way you’ve been looking at me tonight… I think I already know what you want.”

Your pulse fluttered in your throat.

“I sent you a message,” you murmured, squeezing the device in your hand,.

He smiled - and it wasn’t a kind one.

“I’ll save that for later,” he said, straightening his cuff like he wasn’t about to do something reckless. “I want to see something else right now.”

You blinked. “Right now?”

He smirked and cocked his head towards the door.

And then you were slowly following him - heels clicking through the hallway like a warning bell - until the two of you slipped through the door of a sleek, dimly lit guest bathroom.

The lock clicked.

His hands were on you immediately.

“You think you can just sit there, looking at me,” he whispered against your neck, lips dragging fire across your skin. “Like I wouldn’t come take you?”

You didn’t have time to reply before his mouth was on yours, hungry and possessive, while his fingers found the hem of your dress and dragged it up your thighs with purpose.

He groaned at the feel of lace beneath, low and guttural, pressing against you like he might lose control right there.

It was a blur - heat, hands, soft gasps, the dull thud of your back against the door. Seunghyun was always gentle in public but in private...

He ruined you.

By the time he laid a final kiss to the corner of your mouth and straightened your dress, his breath was heavy and slow, lips flushed, and hair just slightly disheveled.

His fingers grazed your thighs one last time before he bent and pocketed something with a smirk.

You looked down - your panties were gone.

“Souvenir,” he murmured.

You gave him a lazy, smug smile. “What about the message?”

He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Oh, I'm saving that for later too,” he said casually, slipping it back in his pocket.

And when you both walked back into the party - a little flushed, a little dishevelled - no one said a thing.

But Seunghyun?

He kept one hand in his pocket the whole night, two fingers grazing the lace of your panties and the memory of what he’d just done… already counting down the minutes until he could drag you into his bed and read your message - with you under him this time.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

You sent the text as a joke. Half teasing, half playful flirt - the kind of thing meant to fluster him.

[My Baby] i miss your smile

[My Baby] also your mouth

[My Baby] mostly your tongue xx

You hadn’t expected much. Maybe a flustered reply, a few emojis, or one of his classic babyyyy voice notes.

But Daesung?

He took it seriously.

Like romance movie seriously.

While you were out grabbing drinks with friends, the man went into full preparation mode. You had no idea - you were sipping cocktails and laughing with your phone tucked away in your bag. Meanwhile, at home, Daesung was setting the scene.

Candles lined the hallway. Soft music playing from the speakers. Clean sheets, freshly fluffed pillows, dimmed lights. He even sprayed your favourite pillow mist on the bed.

By the time everything was set, he’d changed into his comfiest grey tee and sweatpants - the ones you always reached for when he wasn’t home - and laid on the couch to wait.

He sent you a quick response, eagerly staring at his phone screen for your answer.

[Dae] I'm waiting whenever you're ready baby

Except... you were taking a little longer than expected.

An hour passed. Then another.

He checked his phone for notifications from you. Then again.

Still no response.

Then he curled up under the throw blanket, watching the front door with keen eyes. Still determined. Still hopeful.

By the time you finally stepped into the house - heels in hand, hair a little windblown from the night air - you were greeted by flickering candlelight and music.

Your heart stuttered.

“...Dae?” you called out gently.

No answer.

You peeked around the corner and found him curled up on the couch, fast asleep, arms tucked under his head.

You blinked, suddenly remembering the message you’d sent hours earlier.

“Oh dear…”

Quietly, you walked over, kneeling beside him as your fingers brushed a soft strand of hair off his forehead.

He stirred a little, eyes fluttering open.

“You’re home,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Wait... you're home!”

He sat up suddenly, blinking away tired eyes as he hurriedly struggled to yank his shirt over his head.

You smiled and admired his sculpted body flexing with the erratic movement. “Wow, you really set the mood, huh?”

"I had candles." He cast a quick glance to the melted wax. They were burning low now, lighting the room with a dim golden glow.

“Oh no. No, no, no - ” he whispers, standing and sweeping his hair back with a frustrated groan. “I was gonna surprise you, babe, I swear I had it all planned - ”

You laugh, standing to meet him, fingers brushing his bare chest. “You fell asleep with the candles lit? You’re lucky this house is still standing.”

He pouts, gaze sheepish. “I didn't mean to fall asleep...”

“I know,” you say softly, eyes trailing across his torso, the faint tan lines, the dip of muscle that disappears beneath his sweats. “You've been so exhausted lately."

He leans in, arms winding around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

His voice is thick with sleep.

“I can still salvage it. Give me five seconds - just need to light the other candle again and maybe take my pants off, or yours - ”

“Hey,” you cut in, fingers sliding under his chin to tilt his gaze back to yours, “I can see you’re tired, baby.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you silence it with a slow press of your lips.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

Daesung stills - brows drawn slightly together, always the giver, always the one chasing your breath, your sighs, your high - but the way your voice dips low with promise, the way your hands skim his hips with purpose…

It’s enough to have him melt, breathing out a quiet, “Yeah… okay.”

He lets you take his hand and guide him to the bedroom.

And maybe he fell asleep on his big plan.

But this - you, pulling his sweats down with reverence and climbing into his lap like you’ve waited all night just to wreck him softly -

This is better than anything he could’ve ever prepared.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

for the amazingly wonderful @infinetlyforgotten im sorry its taken me so longgg my lovely 😮‍💨

i dont usually write sexy texts so i was STUMPED 🤣 but please enjoy and let me know if you want me to re-do it!

love mash xxx

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[moonqz]

OBVIOUS ~ Kwon Jiyong :

part of my loves @steponupbabe event! I hope i do the song and the challenge justice ~ thank you so much for having me apart of it.

pairing : Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

genre : smut MDNI -

description : A soft morning with Jiyong, inspired by day ‘obvious’ by Ariana Grande and the lyrics -

warnings / contents : aftercare,, morning sex, oral (f receiving), soft praising, slight edging, soft dom!jiyong

Morning light was rude.

It crept in slow and smug through the curtains, brushing across your bare shoulder like it had a right to interrupt. But the real warmth wasn’t sunlight — it was him. Pressed against your back, skin to skin, arm lazily draped over your waist like it had always belonged there.

You stirred slightly, but didn’t open your eyes. There was a hum in your throat, low and content, as he shifted behind you, nose brushing the nape of your neck, lips grazing sleep-soft skin. He was still half-asleep too, voice raspy when he murmured, “Too early jagi. Stay.”

His palm slid up, over the dip of your waist, fingers splaying possessively against your stomach. Not rushed. Not needy. Just his.

You smiled, lips curving into the pillow.

“Didn’t say I was leaving,” you whispered, voice husky from sleep, or from last night. Probably both.

He chuckled under his breath, low and rough and way too pretty for this early in the morning. “Good,” he mumbled, pressing a lazy kiss just below your ear.

That’s how it was. For the first ten minutes of waking up at least. Then the kisses and soft nibbles on your neck and the curve of your shoulder, woke you up slightly more.

You kept your eyes closed, still sleep dazed. But when his hand moved to cress your hip before settling on your thigh, bringing you closer against him, you new his antics well enough.

“I’m sorry was last night not enough for you?” You playfully whit, voice still softly laced with sleep.

“Can never have enough of you my love” he smiled against your skin, continuing his ministrations before kissing back up to your ear.

“Can I taste you Jagi? I know you’re still tired, but I need you” he practically whined into your ear. That was the moment you were wide awake.

“Ji, it’s so early” you half protest, hand reaching back to gently find his hair, but he just hummed against you laying kisses to your cheek.

“I know, I know, just wanna make you feel good jagi” Jiyong whispered in between small kisses, his lips never actually leaving you.

You broke. You could only take the mildest of his teasing before succumbing to his convincing ways.

The sigh that left you told Jiyong enough and you could feel him smile victoriously, before tugging you lightly to lay on your back, crawling above you.

His hair was still messy from sleep, and his eyes were tired, but determined. His hands gripped your thighs before he lowered himself down your body and wrapped your legs over his shoulders in the most adoringly gentle way possible.

Following the result of last night you opted to sleep in just his t shirt, and him just in boxers.

He practically worshipped your body, thanking all the gods that this was his. His thumbs rubbed on your thighs caringly, and his mouth pressed kisses to the inside of your left thigh.

“So so beautiful” He whispered like a mantra, his hair brushing against you, and the feel of his breath on you was enough to get you needy again, quickly.

“Ji- Ji please-“ you quietly spoke, voice that was once laced with much needed sleep, now replaced with a desperation you couldn’t contain.

He sighed a laugh against you, looking up at you before responding, “oh, now you’re the one asking for it”

You whined in protest to his teasing, but before you could speak his tongue was lapping you up like a dog. But slowly, practised, knowing just how to make you fall apart, his eyes not leaving yours once.

You whimpered at the action, your hands going to his hair instinctively at the sudden pleasure, tugging loosely at the strands he had dyed a thousand times over the years.

His movements stayed slow, teasing, working you up, just to break you down again. And he was so sweet about it all.

Whispering soft mutters of praises against you as he paid special attention to your aching clit, loving the feeling of your hands in his hair.

“Mm ‘s okay, just relax, I’ll make you feel good” He groaned against you, his movements slowly picking up pace but not enough to bring you over the edge just yet.

And he knew what he was doing.

He gently intertwined one of his hands with yours, that was in his hair, and placed it on your lower stomach, holding with such delicacy only you got to see.

Your small moans picked up more high pitched and desperate when he suddenly sucked on your clit like a madman, the newly found pleasure overwhelming in the best way, and your thighs immediately attempt to close around his head, but he kept you steady. Anchored.

“I love the taste of you in the morning”

“I love you baby” He would murmur against you b

The stimulation alone was enough to bring you to the edge, still sensitive from last night but loving everything he was willing to offer you.

But a whine left you when he pulled away entirely, almost cruel, just as you were tethering on the edge of release.

The loss of contact could have made you tear up.

He laughed lightly against you, one hand caressing your right with care as if he hadn’t just completely wrecked your orgasm. And he knew it.

He laid a half teasing, half loving kiss to your core, causing you to remove in his grasp slightly, which only spurred him on more.

Jiyong let you calm down first. Let your nearing orgasm wash away to nothing but a dull ache and whines leaving your lips.

But when you whimpered his name, your other hand tugging so prettily on his hair, he lost all sense of control.

Diving back in, his skillful mouth brought waves of pleasure more intense form before due to the previous loss of contact.

The man ate like a man starved, messy, precise, dream chasingly good.

This time, he let the pleasure build up properly, quickly, overwhelmingly good. And when your thighs clenched around his head and you tried to run away from the blurring pleasure, he just worked harder against you.

“Don’t run from it jagi. Let yourself feel good” He would say. Your release made your stomach tense up slightly and small pants leaving your mouth.

You fell over the edge, clutching onto his hand tighter and thighs slashing around his head.

He worked you through it. Let you feel every sense of pleasure before he gently pulled away not wanting to overstimulate you so early in the morning. Wiping his chin on the back of his hand, he sat up on his knees breathing staggered.

Being the sweetheart he is, he left a soft kiss to your temple running his hand through your hair before bringing your entertained hand sup to his mouth and giving it the same gentle treatment.

“You did so good jagi. Just gonna clean you up okay? Make you more comfortable. You can go back to sleep now aein” he murmured quietly, adoring every part of your wrecked form.

You nodded tiredly as he covered you back up with the blanket before getting up and going to the bathroom attached to your bedroom.

He dampened two small towels before coming back to see you half asleep again already, smiling to himself.

The man worked carefully to clean up the mess between your thighs, and the other towel was gently placed on your forehead and neck before he put them away.

Crawling back under the comfort of the blanket with you, he tugged your head to his chest with such generosity.

He peppered small kisses to the crown of your hair, his hand resting loosely over your waist as you two succumbed back to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

[lovemepartly]

head with bigbang

featuring: choi seung-hyun, kwon jiyong, and kang daesung

synopsis: it’s in the title! bigbang and head… their preference in receiving / giving + some other related hcs

warnings: 18+, smut. oral (m & f!receiving).

a/n: the way i literally need them all so bad based on this request! honestly i loved writing this😭 lmk if you guys have any more ideas for smutty hcs for bigbang... bc i personally have some that imma try to get to soon

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ choi seung-hyun

• preference: receiving. i don’t imagine seung-hyun as someone who’s very vocal during sex, but when you give him head it takes everything in him not to let out low, loud moans. he’ll tighten his grip on your hair to ground yourself.  

• absolutely loves when you get messy with it— he finds it so hot. drool running down your chin, mascara smudged as you look up at him, and he just thinks you look so beautiful. also definitely loves it when you gag. 

• he’s so so good at giving too. seung-hyun notices every small hitch of your breath, arch of your back, and soft whimper. that’s how he finds out what you like. also the type to finger you while he sucks on your clit. 

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 kwon jiyong

• preference: both, but i would say he probably likes receiving a little bit more (i know people are going to disagree with me on this but hear me out!!) he’s so subby (thank you ubermensch for this knowledge) so when you’re in control he loves it. push him on the bed, slowly undoing his pant buttons. your tongue teases one long strip over his length and his resolve literally crumbles. 

• jiyong usually always lets you do your own thing, head leaned against the headboard and eyes fluttering shut because you’re so good at what you do. the type to hold your hair back for you (😛)

• so so good at giving though. jiyong could literally spend hours between your legs if you let him… and sometimes you do. he could’ve already made you orgasm twice, and he’ll still he begging for more. 

“please, baby, just wanna taste you one more time…”  

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ kang daesung

• preference: giving. he loves it when you sit on him— not only does it make him feel so strong but he also likes when you just use his mouth how you want to. 

• eats you out because he wants to make you feel good. that means he loves it when you’re vocal because it shows him exactly what you like. also loves loves loves it when you pull on his hair a little bit. 

• when you give him head, he’s also definitely very vocal. he loves eye contact, so he’ll gently tilt your chin up so that he can look at how pretty you look, and he’ll brush any pieces of hair out of your face that stick to your forehead. overall, just very sweet and gentle. 

[makeitworse]

TOO BAD

𝓬ontains: f!idol!reader x jiyong. tension. age gap bc it’s by me. suggestive. 18+

𝓷otes: my addition to @igorluvr’s übermensch event ♡

you’re riding passenger in jiyong’s car. heels kicked off, legs crossed on the dashboard, scrolling through your phone, as if you weren’t just grinding on him an hour ago like your life depended on it.

his knuckles were already pale, and still jiyong grips the steering wheel a little tighter.

you’ve got him so fucking bad, you know that? of course you do. he hasn’t spared you a glance— or else he might just veer off the road— but he can feel how your eyes have been flitting up to him behind your phone, a shit-eating grin tugging at your lips.

you’re well aware of what you’re rising in him. it was clear as fucking day, pressed against your ass in front of everybody. and when the song was over, you just laughed it off, pulled him in to a tipsy hug— you know i’m just joking, oppa.

and he would’ve believed it, too— already halfway to cursing himself for being so inappropriate with a younger idol— if only you hadn’t brushed your lips over his neck, breath ghosting over the goosebumps on his skin, and then pulled away from him with a wink. meant for his eyes only.

don’t you fear a scandal? can’t you already see the headlines? you’re way too young to be messing around with an industry senior like that. especially someone like g-dragon.

especially if you don’t mean it.

“you good?” you ask, tone amused.

“mm.”

his voice comes out rougher than he means to. jiyong clears his throat. tries again. “you always dance like that with your friends?”

you sit up. that got your attention.

“why? you didn’t like it?”

his head finally turns to look at you, just once, and then back to the road.

“you know i did.”

there’s a weighted pause as jiyong pulls up to a red light. in his peripheral he watches you watch him.

“but?”

“but you’re young.”

you groan, shifting in your seat so that you face away from him, knees pointed to the door. his jaw tenses.

“you’re... not just some girl at a club. i respect you, i admire your work.”

“uh huh,” you reply, unconvinced. “but you had no issue putting your hands on me when i backed into you?”

“i didn’t have a choice.” he murmurs, nails digging into the wheel cover.

he couldn’t just shove you off— not when you’d approached him on the dance-floor, arms extended and the giddiest smile on your face. it had started out harmless enough.

but that’s not what you wanted anyways. you just wanna watch him squirm, witness the effect you’re having on him. his shame and desire clashing in front of your eyes.

“mm, i dunno. you were holding onto me like i’d run off,”

he exhales sharply, forcing a breath through his nose. “that’s exactly the problem.”

“what is?”

“you don’t get it,” he asserts, almost to himself. “you look at me like i’m some fantasy, some.. thing to play with. but if i ever made a move back, you’d feel like you can’t say no.”

you scoff. “wow.”

jiyong risks a glance at you: you’re staring straight ahead now, jaw clenched.

“you really think that little of me?”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“feels like it.” your tone sharpens. “i can make my own choices. i know what i want.”

jiyong stops at another red light, fingers tapping on the wheel now. his blood’s buzzing with adrenaline.

“then tell me,” he says, voice steady now, but barely. “was it real? what you did tonight?”

you blink at him. “huh?”

“you— grinding on me. pushing back like you wanted something.” he purses his lips, already feeling like some perv again, as if your signals were anything but mixed.

his voice drops an octave. “if it was nothing, say it.”

you don’t answer.

jiyong gives you until the car’s moving again— and when the light turns green, his pulse kicks.

“i didn’t think so.”

you shift in your seat, turning back to face him fully. “so what then?”

“then you better tell me what it was,” jiyong says, arm jerking to change gears as he finally pulls the car to a stop in front of your place.

he turns the ignition off, but keeps his eyes down. hands to himself. “because i’ve been trying to be good. to respect you. but if that wasn’t just you messing around—”

“it wasn’t.”

his breath catches. you say it so casually, as if he hasn’t been racking his brain over it for the entire drive.

“it wasn’t nothing, jiyong.”

he looks at you then.

he’s got half a mind to just reach for you, kiss you like how he’s wanted to since the first time you met. can you believe that? he’s wanted you long before you even wanted him.

it’s why he’s not even sure if any of it’s real— if it’s just his mind making sorry hopes.

your head tilts downward, voice firm. “i’ve been waiting for you, you know. to say something.”

when jiyong just stares at you, you exhale a gruff laugh.

“i could tell for ages, jiyong. you could’ve just asked me. i only did that because i was sick of waiting—”

“what are you saying?”

you groan, head falling into your hands at his genuine confusion.

when you raise your head, your face is deadpan. he’s almost worried he’s fucked it all up, until you speak again, voice soft yet certain:

“you gonna keep me waiting, or are you finally gonna kiss me?”

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𝘒𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘴. 𝘎-𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘊

This was an ask that I'm now obsessing over so here's some head canons. Enjoy ;) Read the original idea here! Part 2, perhaps? Feel like I didn't capture everything the ask said. I could do so much more ;)

Warnings: It's smut ya'll, MDNI, 18+

𝘒𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨:

♡ Jiyong, who peppered soft kisses across your face, kissing you gently, enjoying the way your soft, plump lips felt against his

♡ Jiyong, who loved to cuddle. Pulling you close to him so he could take in your scent and nuzzle into your hair. Humming softly as he tightened his grip every few minutes because he just couldn't get close enough.

♡ Jiyong, who loved catering to you. Watching whatever movie you picked out, cooking you dinner, and always making sure you were comfortable.

♡ Jiyong, who when he desperately needed a release, made it a magical moment for both of you.

♡ Jiyong, who planted gentle kisses down your body, his hands exploring every inch of you as he savored your taste.

♡ Jiyong, who removed your panties slowly with his teeth, his fingers running softly down your legs as he did so.

♡ Jiyong, who spent half an hour between your thighs because he just loves the way you taste.

♡ Jiyong, who makes out with you slowly as he pushes inside you, exchanging moans within eachothers mouths.

♡ Jiyong, who sets a devastatingly slow pace because he loves to feel his cock drag along your tight walls.

♡ Jiyong, who asks "Can I cum inside you, baby?" As he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you softly.

♡ Jiyong, who grabs a warm towel to clean you up afterwards and runs a bath for the two of you so he can clean you up properly before tucking you into bed.

𝘎-𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯

♛ G-Dragon, who comes home stressed and exhausted from long days at the studio.

♛ G-Dragon, who appreciates the way you're always wearing new lingerie when he walks through the door.

♛ G-Dragon, who's ready to make an absolute mess in the house you just cleaned.

♛ G-Dragon, who grabs you by the throat and forces you to look at him.

♛ G-Dragon, who tells you to open your mouth so he can spit down your throat.

♛ G-Dragon, who forces you onto your knees on the kitchen floor, quickly dropping his pants to let his aching cock spring free.

♛ G-Dragon who tells you to wrap those pretty lips around him.

♛ G-Dragon, who forces himself further down your throat because he loves the sounds you make when you can't breathe.

♛ G-Dragon, who cums down your throat but still isn't finished with you.

♛ G-Dragon, who throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom, throwing you roughly on the bed and ridding himself of any remaining fabric.

♛ G-Dragon, who flip your on your stomach, ripping your lingerie from your body because he's so fucking needy and will buy you a new set tomorrow.

♛ G-Dragon who stuffs himself inside you without the chance to adjust, setting a brutal pace as he fucks into you.

♛ G-Dragon, who holds your hands behind your back and calls you his "good little brat" as he pulls multiple orgasms from you, sending you into overstimulation.

♛ G-Dragon, who cums deep inside you, pulling out to examine that pretty pussy.

♛ G-Dragon, who scoops up any cum escaping that pretty pink pussy and pushing in back inside you because he loves filling you up.

♛ G-Dragon, who calls you his good girl and rewards you with a shower because you just make him feel so damn good.

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On The Floor: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: ji-yong simply can't take his hands off you after his performance

word count: 1970

tags: SMUT; light dom!jiyong and sub!y/n, fingering, unprotected p in v, bathtub sex, barely any plot

ao3 link + inspired by bruno mars' versace on the floor, check out @peachesclose as they have a really sweet take on this idea it was so good !!

The soft click of the penthouse door locking behind you sounds like a promise.

Ji-yong doesn’t say a word at first. Discarding his blazer and tie, he just watches you.

The dim gold lighting spills over your skin, catching the shimmer of your champagne-colored dress—the one that’s been driving him mad all night. It clings to every curve, dangerously low at the back, slitted high up your thigh. His eyes drag over you like smoke, slow and heavy with intent. He kept sneaking glances at you all night as you watched his performance from the wings, both of you looking unfairly gorgeous. 

You move toward the centre of the room, heels clicking softly on the polished floor as you turn to face him, backlit by the glittering city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Turn around for me,” he says, voice low and silky. 

You don’t even hesitate: you know exactly where this is going. 

He walks up behind you slowly, fingers reaching for the zipper at the base of your spine. His breath ghosts over your neck. His voice slips into that deep, lazy drawl that always gets you in trouble. “Been thinking about getting you out of this dress since you put it on. All night, jagi.”

“Of course you have.” You couldn’t help teasing him a little as you kick off your heels.

The zipper lowers in one smooth, teasing pull, your dress falls in a whisper, puddling at your feet like liquid gold. You're left in nothing but your lace underwear—bare back exposed to him, heart racing.

“Fuck…”

He exhales, almost like it’s painful to look at you, while his hand finds your hip, the grip firm. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You start to turn, but he catches your wrist and spins you to face him.“I didn’t say move.”

His eyes are molten, devouring you. One hand strokes your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“You looked like a goddess tonight,” he murmurs. “But now… now you’re mine.”

He kisses you slowly at first—soft lips, open mouth, tongue exploring your mouth until you're dizzy. Then harder. Hungrier. He presses you back until your hips bump the edge of the sleek glass table. His hands are everywhere—thighs, waist, the curve of your ass. His mouth trails fire down your throat. One hand slips into your hair, the other slides between your legs, teasing you over the lace.

“Already wet for me?” He murmurs, smirking against your skin. 

“Of course I am…” you whisper back, biting your excited smile back as if you weren’t also waiting for this moment all night.

Before you can say anything else, he pushes the lace aside and sinks two fingers into you, slow and deep. You gasp, clutching his shoulder like your only lifeline; the only thing convincing you that you haven’t suddenly died and gone to heaven. You’re already shaking and he hasn't even taken his clothes off yet.

Your breath hitches as Ji-yong curls his fingers inside you, slow and unrelenting, watching your reaction like it’s his favourite show. He’s still mostly dressed—tailored red shirt halfway unbuttoned down his chest, rings gleaming on his fingers as they pump into you like they know your body better than you do.

"You look so fucking good like this," he whispers, lips brushing your ear. 

He finally pulls his hand away, glistening with your slick, and looks down at you with a wicked grin. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean, eyes locked with yours.

"Sweet."

You don’t even have time to moan before he grabs you by the waist, lifts you like you weigh nothing, and lays you gently on the cold floor.

He doesn't give you time to catch your breath.

Ji-yong climbs over you, dragging your underwear down your legs with deliberate slowness, tossing it aside before kissing you—deep and filthy. He unclasps his belt, never breaking eye contact, and you feel heat explode low in your stomach as he shoves the rest of his clothes off. His cock presses hot and hard against your thigh, and you whimper at how eager he is.

“You want it?” He asks against your lips.

"Yes," you pant. "God, Ji—please."

He growls softly, lining himself up.

"Then take it."

He thrusts in, slow and deep, eyes fluttering closed at the feel of you wrapped around him. You cry out, hands clutching his back, nails digging into his skin as he starts to move—slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that have you unraveling all over again.

“So tight for me, jagi.” He groans.

Each thrust is perfect—grinding deep, hitting spots that he knows will make your back arch off the floor. His hands frame your face, and he kisses you like he’s drowning in you.

“You’re mine tonight,” he pants, faster now, hips snapping. “Say it.”

"I’m yours," you gasp. “All yours, Ji-yong.”

"Fuck yeah you are, that’s my girl."

He grabs your thigh, hooks it over his hip, going deeper, rougher, his rhythm punishing and perfect. Sweat beads on his skin, dripping down his chest, muscles flexing under your hands. When you start to break again, voice cracking slightly as you beg, he loses it.

“Come for me, baby—let me feel you.”

You shatter beneath him, crying out his name, body shaking uncontrollably as he follows with a low groan, burying himself inside you, panting your name like a prayer. Silence falls, broken only by the sound of his and your breathing. Ji-yong leans down and kisses you—soft, sweet, completely different than before.

He brushes your hair from your face and whispers, “Look at you… glowing.”

Your legs are still trembling when he lifts you off the floor. “You have been all night.” 

“I could leave you like this,” Ji-yong teases, voice rough in your ear. “Dripping and ruined, just how I like you.”

“Don’t you dare,” you laugh breathlessly. 

“You and I both know I wouldn’t do that to my favourite girl.” He presses a slow kiss to your cheek.

He’s already carrying you to the bathroom.

The space is all sleek marble and glass, the bathtub sunken and oversized, with a view of the city lights beyond the windows. He sets you down on the edge and turns on the tap, letting the tub fill with steaming water. The scent of something rich and expensive—amber, vanilla, a hint of spice—floats in the air as he pours in bath oil. Then he steps behind you, crouching slightly to kiss the back of your shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Better than okay.”

He smiles against your skin, then slides your hair over one shoulder and kisses the other. The bath is nearly full when he shuts the water off and helps you in—his hands gentle now, guiding you down into the heat.

But when he climbs in behind you, it’s clear softness was only temporary.

You feel him—still hard, pressed to your lower back. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest, his mouth finding your neck.

“Think I’m done with you?” 

You shake your head.

He grabs the bottle of oil, pours some into his palm, and begins smoothing it over your body—slow strokes down your arms, your belly, your thighs. His hands worship you, slippery and sure. He trails one down between your legs, slipping fingers over your folds, massaging your clit with slick, lazy circles.

“Feel how sensitive you still are,” he groans in your ear. “So fucking pretty like this.”

You roll your hips back against him, desperate. He hisses as his cock practically strains against you, nudging between your thighs.

“You want it again?”

You nod, breathless. “God, yes.”

“You’re gonna ride me.”

You barely have time to respond before he lifts you forward slightly, then guides himself inside you from behind—slow, steady, filling you again until you’re gasping once more. Water sloshes around you as he begins to move, his grip tightening on your hips.

"Fuck…” 

He pulls you back against him, setting a rhythm that’s slow but deep, deliberate. Every thrust sends water spilling over the edge. His hands roam your body, one palming your breast, the other wrapped around your throat—not squeezing, just holding, reminding you who's in control.

“You love this, don’t you?” He whispers, biting at your jaw. “Being fucked in my arms, water everywhere, soaking wet and whining my name?”

You whimper, back arching. The heat, the water, the way he moves inside you—it’s all too much.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, voice rasping.

You reach down, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

“That’s it,” Ji-yong groans. “Come with me, jagi. Let me hear you.” 

And you do.

You clench around him with a cry, body shuddering, as his hips slam forward and he follows—low moans against your neck, spilling inside you again with a whispered curse. He doesn’t let go. Just holding you there, both of you catching your breath, the bathwater still sloshing quietly around your bodies.

The water has gone warm and cloudy by the time he finally pulls out of you, letting out a soft groan as your body tightens one last time around him. His hands stay on your waist, steadying you, his chest still rising and falling against your back. You both sit there in silence for a moment. Just breathing.

Then Ji-yong presses a kiss to your shoulder and murmurs, “You’re gonna kill me one of these nights.”

You laugh breathlessly. “Pretty sure you did all the work.”

He shifts, sitting up behind you, grabbing a towel from the heated rack and helping you to your feet like you’re something fragile. His eyes roam your body, taking in every inch like he hasn’t already memorized it.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice softer now.

You nod slightly. “A little.”

He wraps the towel around you and kisses your forehead, then leans in, whispering against your temple, “let me take care of you.”

You don’t resist when he picks you up again, bridal style, carrying you out of the bathroom. The lights in the bedroom are dimmed now—only the soft city glow painting the walls. He sets you down gently on the bed, drying your skin with slow, careful motions. Every swipe of the towel is reverent, tender, like he’s thanking you in the only language he knows.

When he’s done, he reaches for one of his black silk robes and slips it over your shoulders, tying it loosely at your waist. You’re swimming in it, warm and safe and wrapped in his scent. He tugs a smaller towel through your damp hair, fluffing it gently. Then his fingers pause—and he smirks.

"That dress,” he mutters, glancing over at the crumpled cloth still puddled near the bathroom door, soaked, stained, and absolutely done for.

You blink, then groan. “Oh god, it’s ruined…”

He shrugs, totally unapologetic. “Worth it.”

You narrow your eyes. “Ji-yong, that dress was expensive.” 

He tilts his head, all smug charm. “You say that like I won’t buy you ten more.”

You laugh, and he grins, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep, like he’s sealing the promise with his mouth.

When he finally pulls away, he slides in behind you, pulling the blankets up and wrapping you in his arms. You’re tucked against his bare chest, warm and sated, your legs tangled beneath the sheets. He brushes his fingers through your damp hair, murmuring sweet nothings until your eyes grow heavy. But before you fully drift off, he leans down and whispers near your ear, voice low and full of wicked affection.

“You keep looking at me like that… and I’m gonna ruin the next dress too.”

first gd smut,, how we feeling xd

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