okay so Minho would be the best boyfriend ever and here’s why:
he would just love dating you!
every date would be special to him
even if it’s just like going to get coffee before work
or dropping off lunch for one another
every moment you have together is special to Minho
whenever you would be talking about something you’re passionate about Minho would just stare at you with the biggest dreamy and loving smile on his face
he’d talk about you to the boys (and everyone) else 24/7
Seunghoon would tease him all the time and bring it up to see you blush
Minho doesn’t mind the teasing and he’ll never stop
also he likes to surprise you
surprise dates
surprise presents
surprise coffee
surprise flowers
you get the point he just really likes it
he’d show cute pictures of you to every and post them on Instagram· one day you’d fall asleep on his couch and he’d set Jhonny up next to you and take a picture
he’d post it on instagram with the caption ‘my two loves’ or ‘my heart’
or something else cheesy like that
cuddles all the time
boy needs to cuddle like he needs to breath
you would need to kill all the bugs for him
if you too are afraid of bugs you’ll have to call for Seungyoon
He pressed me up against the wall, a slight breeze passes between us chilling me a little. He smiles at me softly, eyes holding so many emotions I could hardly keep up. The one I saw most was guilt. I wonder why that would be the emotion I see in his eyes as he leans into me.
His lips lay claim to mine softly at first but I couldn’t help myself I had to have all of him one time. Gripping his jacket and pulling him closer to me I lose myself in the essence of him. He tastes of the alcohol and lolli he had earlier, sweet and bitter, but I loved it. His hands come up to caress my waist and hips. They move all over my body unable to find just one place to hold. I moan when his thumb skims over my breast. He misses nothing and smiles into our kiss. I set aside all shame pulling him even closer. He takes the hint and presses his body fully against mine, his leg finds its way in between mine and I can’t help myself but to rub against it wantonly. The friction of denim against denim on my core feels heavenly but is nowhere near enough to satisfy me. One hand slips under his shirt over his taut stomach and lightly scratch at his chest. I need to feel closer to him. He holds my head in both his hands and deepens our connection. His tongue branding and shaping the inside of my mouth. I try my best to keep pace with him but find it pointless, when he wants something he gets it and right now he wants my submission.
He pulls away from me before I am ready but only to slip my shirt over my head and begin placing wet kisses over my chest. My breath escapes me in a long hot stream. The night air is cool but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He continues licking and sucking at my breasts being sure to show both equal attention and love, I am sure there will be marks when I check in the morning. He drops lower unbuttoning my shorts and tugging them down my legs. I gasp as his mouth attaches to my clothed core. I know I am soaked already for him and it makes him chuckle causing vibrations to make my knees lock his head between them.
As he slowly eats me out I can’t help but moan his name out loud. There is no one in this alleyway to hear us so I don’t try to keep quiet. I find myself riding his face and pulling him closer to me by his hair. My body alight with pleasure. The cool metal of his lip ring touches me every so often. It all becomes too much for me and I find myself pulling him up and claiming his lips again as I beg him to take me. My hands fumble at his belt like a starved animal desperate for its next meal. Once the offensive fabrics are lowered I clutch him in my hands, giving him a few strokes before I guide him into where I need him most.
The feeling of being wholly filled was satisfying. The almost painful way he stretched me out brought tears to my eyes. His soft grunts of pleasure in my ear turning me on even more than I already was. He hefts my legs up around his waist slamming me into the wall and bottoming out inside me. I choked as he began to move in me the same time. His slow pace becoming to much for me, making me claw at his jacket, neck, anything I can get my hands on. His strokes made sure I would remember only him. His grunts of exertion became my new favourite sound track. Biting into his neck I cry out with every deep thrust against the spot inside me that makes my toes curl. His hands brace against the wall as he increases his speed. I can do nothing but hold onto him like my life depends on it.
He cums inside me on a heavy grunt and I savour the feeling of him releasing in me. His breathing heavy is all I hear as we come down from our highs. Slipping out of me he slides his fingers into me pushing his essence back inside me and finger fucking me to completion. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body goes weak as I cum around his fingers.
He tells me to not let any of it slip out as he slides my panties and shorts back up my trembling legs. I try my best to do as he says as he pulls me out of the alley way and into his car. We drive to his apartment. The entire time I have my legs pressed together tightly but I can feel our mix of juices slowly dripping out of me. He places a hand on my thigh and my core pulses causing more to fall out, I am sure I have soaked through my panties and into my shorts now. The way he rubs circles on the inside of my thigh tells me he isn’t done with me and I try to mentally prepare myself for the rest of the night.
When we reach his place he wastes no time ridding me of my clothes. As he slides my panties down my legs again a string of cum follows. He calls me disobedient and tosses me on the bed then crawls over me. A look of pure predation in his eyes. I am scared momentarily then he kisses me with all the tenderness of the rain. He places my legs on his shoulders and enters me without warning, his clothes still on. His pants hang loosely from his his as he slams into me repeatedly. I feel wronged, like I am just his whore laying fully naked under him. I beg him to let me touch his skin, he appeases me and strips. My hands eagerly roam his body loving the feel of him moving over me and under my finger tips.
My voice becomes hoarse as I scream his name repeatedly. I lose track of how many times he has sent me over the edge. My mind has gone blank all I know is him and the pleasure he gives me. He is the end and the beginning for me in this moment. He spreads me past my physical capabilities, my body screams from the over use but I say nothing because I finally have him here with me and not with her. I won’t ever let go of him. I will do everything I can to keep him. She won’t win this time.
When he has had his fill of me I am left cold in the bed. His bed. I want to think I have won but I know it’s not me he is in the living room thinking of.
requested by @leetaeilsnecktattoo as part of my 100 Smut Dialogue Prompts requests
A/N: Well, I tried my best. I hope this feels worth the wait. Thank you for requesting and letting me be a part of making something special for you.
Lee Tae-il X Reader
Words: 1456
Genre: SmUt
Warnings: rough play, overstimulation(?), and a little tying up
Taeil had been sweet in gifting you your very own Fuji film camera. Sure, it wasn’t anything crazy expensive, like he figured you’d ask for on your birthday. To you it wasn’t a luxury you could really afford at the moment.
Until you’d opened up the awkwardly placed ribbons, definitely self-wrapped, present from your boyfriend.
Taeil had lit up like a kid on Christmas watching you. He knew without having to ask how much you loved the surprise, but still the question floated between you.
Would never push you to do something you didn't want. Jiyong wouldn't ever peer pressure you into making you feel uncomfortable. And he also knows how it sounds to ask a question in a certain way (that portrays one side as "better" and something they want) so he'll learn how to ask questions in a non condescending way or let you do the talking.
Doesn't like talking about the future in some circumstances, and in others he loves talking about it. He doesn't enjoy talking about money or anything of the sort, but loves to talk about you and the family he wants.
Completely squeezes you when he hugs. He already likes to hug people generally, but tightens his grasp when you're with him, like he doesn't want to lose you.
Wants you to feel safe with him. He would HATE for you to feel unsafe or that he'd harm you in any way. Has established with you that you can talk it out, he doesn't care if you stereotype him.
Tries not to yell with the best of his ability. Jiyong doesn't usually yell, he's good about voicing his emotions without raising his voice. But, he knows to be extra careful with you.
Takes your compliments to heart. He doesn't even care about other peoples comments, just yours.
He has a wide mind that allows him to remember a broad category of details. From the month to month anniversaries to your meal order, he knows it all.
Growing up, people told him it was "unmanly to cry", so you believed that was why he never cried in front of you for the longest time. But, he didn't care whether it was unmanly or not, he was just never sad enough to cry. Realizing that you thought it was awkward to cry in front of him, he reassured you that it's normal to cry and that he's here for you.
Lets you play with his hair and discuss how fried and dead it is.
Gets overly proud when YOU compliment something he did. Whether that be in a song, his looks, or the cute gestures he does, you somehow empower him with your words more than anyone else.
Asks for nail inspo...Will usually get a set with at least a few nails corresponding to what you decided. He knows you don't look down on him as any less of a man if he has his nails done.
Really likes it when you sit on his lap? Like not even in a sexy way just enjoys the weight of you on him. It doesn't matter how much you weigh either, he loves it so much.
As a composer to hundreds of songs, he can easily make some snippets of songs up for you on the spot because he's "just talented like that".
Cannot stand hair in his face so he automatically assumes you don't like it either. That's why, when he sees you, he'll fix your hair for you/push it out of your face.
NSFW:
#1 stealer of panties!! Maybe it's a kink of his, but who really knows. Not the type of guy to smell them but he rather jerks off using the panties. He won't cum on them, knowing it could stain and just thinks its disgusting in general.
Enjoys having sex in different places. One day in the bath, next on the kitchen counter. Doesn't have any specific place unless you prefer the bedroom.
Tying back to the first one, he jerks of a LOT. Not in a weird way either, though. He just enjoys making himself feel good. Now, if you jerk him off, goodness, let's just say he cums much quicker.
Jiyong would 100% buy toys and make you use them on yourself (this fic has been in my drafts for AGES...). And if you such as take the vibrator off of your clit, or the thrusts of the dildo get slower, he'll take over. Which is ideal for him, but probably not for you, unless you want to be shaking.
Eye contact plays an important role in his sex life. Something about it turns him on so much. Loves the way you get all cute and worked up when he says "eyes on me baby".
Would be SO into using mirrors and making you look at yourself. You can't deny that it feels good, even if it is a little embarrassing with him looking at the mirror to your reflection while telling you how amazing you look. He has good intentions.
Jiyong is literally up to anything kinky. As long as you like it, he'd do ANYTHING.
(links because I can't help myself!!)
handcuffs and a chain for halloween perhaps??
him making you shake with pleasure
car sex!!!!!!!
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teme: Coworkers AU | Hand kink | Sexual tension | Intense teasing|Hot | fluffy
Day 10: hand kink
Kinktober
You didn’t remember exactly when it started.
Maybe it was the first day Roh Jae-won joined the team — quiet, polite, with that soft smile and posture way too relaxed for someone who looked that good up close. He was introduced as the new assistant art director, and since then, his eyes had always been... steady.
Not insistent. Not invasive. Just steady.
The kind of gaze that made you feel like there was something on your face. Or a stain on your shirt. But there was never anything there. It was just him. Watching you with those calm eyes. Almost always in silence. Almost always playing with something: a pen, a cup, his ring spinning slowly on his finger.
And for some reason, that made your heart pound in a way you didn’t want to admit.
You started noticing his hands too fast.
Maybe it was the long, elegant fingers. Or the veins. Or the way he moved them so naturally — like he had no idea how sinful his gestures looked.
You tried to avoid him at first. Or at least tried. You made a point to work on the opposite side of the room, to not stare too long when he talked — because every time you did… you ended up looking at his fingers. Thinking things. Imagining the touch. The possibilities.
But he noticed. Of course he did.
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“You always stare at my hands when you think I’m not looking,” he said one day, adjusting some papers beside you. “Curious, huh?”
You choked on your own breath. “With… what?”
He turned his face slowly, and that slight smirk on his lips said he was way too amused.
“What they can do.”
You fake-laughed. “You’re full of yourself.”
“No. I just notice things.”
He stepped away, but that night, you could barely sleep. Your body pulsed with heat. You dreamt of his hands again — on your waist, squeezing, sliding inside your panties.
After that, ignoring him became impossible.
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The next Friday, the team made plans to hit a bar after work. You weren’t planning on going. You were tired. But when you found out he’d be there… you dressed up more than usual.
Your skirt was short enough to be noticed, but still acceptable. Your tight top showed off your shoulders just right. And when you entered the bar, Roh Jae-won spotted you from across the room — one eyebrow raising in slow, blatant appreciation.
“Did you dress like that for someone?” he asked when you sat across from him.
“Maybe.”
“Do I have a chance?”
You laughed, but your cheeks were burning.
“Do you flirt like this with everyone or just me?”
He rested his chin on the palm of that hand. The long fingers curled just under his cheek, and his eyes didn’t leave yours.
“Only with people who stare at my hands.”
The table was loud. Everyone was drinking, laughing, talking nonsense. But you could only focus on him. On the veins on the back of his hand. On the way he stirred the ice in his whiskey glass. On how his words felt like promises left unsaid.
“Are you brave enough?” he asked in a whisper, nudging your foot under the table.
“Brave for what?”
“To stop staring at my hands with lust and actually do something about it.”
Your heart stopped. Blood rushed from your face straight down to between your legs.
You looked away, but he already knew.
Then, without missing a beat, he leaned in and said:
“Come with me.”
Your stomach flipped. You looked around — your coworkers were drunk, laughing loudly, totally oblivious.
“To where?” you asked, voice barely there.
“My place.”
You hesitated.
He leaned closer, voice low, deep, and seductive.
“If you come with me now, I’ll show you everything these hands know how to do.”
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The ride to his apartment was a blur. You remembered nothing but the shaky feeling in your chest, the scent of his jacket beside you, the heavy silence between you.
And when you stepped inside, the door barely clicked shut before he had you pinned against it — one hand on your face, the other gripping your waist, his lips brushing yours in a teasing almost-kiss.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, voice rough and hot in your ear.
You could only nod. And then his hands began learning every inch of you.
Slowly.
With control.
With intention.
---
His mouth found yours before you could even breathe. Tongue sliding deep, soft but demanding, hands gripping your waist like he’d been waiting forever to touch you.
And maybe he had.
Because the moment you melted into his chest, he groaned like a man starved. One hand cradled the back of your head, the other pressed against the curve of your ass, squeezing with sinful intent. His fingers splayed, slow, greedy, dragging up your thigh like he was memorizing the way your skin felt.
“You wore that skirt for me, didn’t you?” he murmured against your mouth, voice low and dangerous. “Wanted me to look at you and lose my fucking mind.”
You whined, nodding, body already trembling under his touch.
“You think about me?” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw. “When you're alone at home… do your fingers pretend to be mine?”
Your hips bucked at the question, and he chuckled darkly.
“I bet they don’t feel half as good.”
Without waiting, he picked you up — strong arms lifting you like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He carried you to the couch, sat down, and kept you straddling his lap. His hand ran up your back, into your hair, pulling gently, just enough to make your eyes flutter.
“Take it off,” he said, voice raspy. “Slowly.”
You reached for your top, pulling it over your head. His eyes darkened instantly. He leaned back, looking at you like you were art — hands running up your waist, fingers brushing your ribs, thumbs teasing under your bra.
“Fuck, you're so pretty,” he whispered, squeezing your hips. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
And then he kissed your chest — hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your cleavage, sucking until the skin was marked and sensitive.
You ground your hips against him, feeling the hard bulge in his jeans, and his hands flew to your ass again, gripping hard. Really hard. The kind of grip that left imprints. That claimed you.
“I’ve been dying to feel you like this,” he groaned. “Your body against mine. My hands all over you.”
You rocked against him again, desperate, your panties soaked.
“I want to ride you,” you whispered, voice broken. “Please.”
He stared at you for a second, then leaned in.
“Then ride me, baby,” he growled. “Ride me like you’ve been dreaming about it every night.”
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His pants hit the floor, and your breath caught at the size of him — thick, hard, the kind of cock that made your mouth water just from looking. You didn’t need foreplay. You were soaked just from the way he’d touched you.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the couch, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it down slowly — those long fingers wrapping around himself like he was teasing you.
Then, he leaned back again, arms draped lazily on the couch, legs spread.
“Come sit,” he said.
Your hands braced on his chest as you lined yourself up, heart pounding so loud it echoed in your ears.
And when you sank down on him — inch by inch, slowly — both of you gasped at the stretch.
“Fuck—” you whimpered, head falling back.
His hands found your hips, then your ass again, and he guided you down until he was fully buried inside you. His eyes were locked on where your bodies connected, mouth open, panting.
“You feel… unreal,” he groaned.
You began to move. Slow at first, just grinding, rolling your hips. His hands never left you. One slid up your back, the other squeezed your ass harshly.
Smack.
The first slap made you jolt — loud, hot, sharp enough to sting.
“You like that?” he growled, voice dark with lust.
“Yes,” you gasped, hips stuttering.
Smack. Another slap, harder. Then his fingers dug in, grabbing the flesh roughly as you started bouncing on his cock, your moans filling the room.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Look at you, taking all of me so well.”
His hand slid around your throat, not choking, just holding — just enough to ground you.
“You were made for this,” he whispered. “For me.”
You fucked yourself on him harder, chasing the friction, chasing the sound of skin against skin. His hand was everywhere — gripping your hips, slapping your ass, curling around your waist to pull you closer. You could barely think. Barely breathe.
And then he leaned forward, pressed his forehead to yours.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “Cum all over my cock. I wanna feel you break.”
His thumb found your clit at the same time his hips bucked up — fucking into you from below while you rode him, desperate, wild.
You shattered. Moaning loud, thighs shaking, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you nearly collapsed.
He caught you, arms strong, holding you close.
But he wasn’t done.
He kept thrusting from underneath, harder, sloppier now, chasing his own release. His fingers dug into your skin again.
Smack. Another slap. You whined, too sensitive, but it just made him grunt.
“God, you feel too good,” he growled. “I’m gonna cum—”
And then he did. With a deep, breathless moan, hips jerking up hard as he came inside you, cock pulsing deep.
You collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, sweaty, trembling.
And after a few seconds, his fingers softly traced your back — gentle now, almost reverent.
“You okay?” he asked, voice rough but tender.
You nodded against his shoulder. “More than okay…”
His lips found your temple.
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
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The early morning light was barely peeking through the curtains when you felt a warm hand lazily slide over your waist.
Roh Jae-won’s hand.
You were lying on your side, barely covered by the sheets, still sore from last night. The dull ache between your legs was a sweet reminder of how intensely he’d handled you—your hips still tingling from how many times he had smacked your ass, and your thighs trembling from riding him for what felt like forever.
And he was still there.
Pressed up against your back like he couldn’t stand being apart from you even for a second. His breathing was steady and soft, brushing against your neck. His hand traced your waist, then your stomach, as if memorizing every inch of you.
“Mmm…” you mumbled sleepily. “Jae-won…?”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “I just… needed to touch you. Make sure last night wasn’t a dream.”
You smiled into the pillow, turning your head slightly to glance at him. His hair was tousled, eyes heavy with sleep, lips red and swollen from all the kissing the night before.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, concern lacing his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You shook your head, your heart swelling at his worried expression.
“I feel perfect,” you whispered. “You were… incredible.”
He let out a small sigh of relief and snuggled even closer, his chest flush against your back, his arm draped over your waist protectively.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured against your skin. “And dangerous.”
You let out a soft laugh. “Dangerous?”
“Mhm,” he said. “You wake up the most primitive instincts in me.”
The way he said it, so sincerely, so possessively, made you shiver.
His hand started drifting lower, sliding down your belly to rest on your hip.
“Still sore?”
“Little bit,” you admitted.
He kissed the back of your neck again. “Sorry about all the spanking…”
“If you ever apologize for that again,” you warned playfully, “I’m leaving.”
He chuckled and slid his hand between your thighs slowly, his fingers teasing along your inner thigh—so soft, so slow.
Then you felt it. The hardness of him, pressing against your ass. Hot. Thick. Ready again.
“Jae…”
“I know,” he whispered. “I just can’t help it. You feel so fucking good.”
You whined softly as he rocked his hips against you, grinding slowly, lazily. His voice dropped to a breathy whisper in your ear.
“Let me have you again… real slow this time.”
You nodded, gasping softly as he lined himself up and slid inside you from behind, his cock stretching you open so delicately, so deliciously.
You moaned into the pillow, your body relaxing into the sensation of being filled.
“God…” he groaned. “You’re still so tight…”
He started thrusting gently, his arm holding you tightly, the other hand sliding under the sheet to cup your breast, fingers rubbing your nipple while his hips rocked steadily against yours.
“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered. “Warm… soft… mine.”
Each word sent waves of heat through you.
“Jae… fuck… you’re so deep…”
“I know, baby,” he breathed, kissing your shoulder again. “I wanna stay inside you forever.”
His pace stayed slow and sensual, but every now and then he’d thrust a little deeper, a little harder—just enough to make you gasp and squirm. He could feel you clench around him, your body reacting to him like he owned it.
“Do you like when I fuck you like this, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice thick with need. “In the morning, slow and deep?”
“Yes,” you whispered, your hand reaching behind to grab his hip, needing him closer. “Don’t stop…”
His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles that made your legs tremble.
“That’s it, baby… come on, give it to me again…”
You cried out his name as the orgasm took you—sharp and sweet—your body pulsing around his cock.
Jae-won cursed under his breath and followed you seconds later, burying his cock deep as he spilled inside you, groaning against your neck, hips jerking uncontrollably.
Afterward, he didn’t pull out.
He stayed pressed to your back, his arm hugging you tightly, his hand holding yours under the pillow.
“You okay?” he whispered, kissing your hair.
You nodded, overwhelmed, dazed, full of love and heat and everything in between.
“You feel like home,” you whispered back.
He smiled against your skin and murmured, “Then I’m never letting you go.”
Your grades have really deteriorated lately, and you're on the verge of dropping out. But it's good that Professor Choi always wants to help, and he even takes you to his house to help you get extra credit.
➤ AUTHORS NOTE: A LITTLE SURPRISE AT THE END... :3
T.O.P:
stroking seunghyun’s cock while you hold him down on the bed.
he gives you a punishment of bending you over his lap and rubbing your pussy.
t.o.p jerks himself off as you ride his face.
although he overstimulates you, he’ll wait for you to come back down from your high so he can fuck you even more.
makes you feel so good after a long day of work, but needs to keep you quiet so no one hears.
G-DRAGON:
gd teasing your wet cunt by rubbing his dick on your panties before pulling them aside to slap it on your actual cunt.
Übermensch!jiyong who likes to have his dick rubbed and be a sub for you.
g-dragon who has learned how to finger you until you’re squealing.
riding ji when he’s at work and leaving the door unlocked.
he fucks you on the tall glass windows in his gigantic living complex, hoping someone will see how much of a slut you are for him.
DAESUNG:
daesung gives you backshots before fucking you again, he needs to make sure there won’t be any children anytime soon.
dae making you squirt w/ his hands.
trying to fit his enormous cock in your pussy.
soft morning sex with daesung.
he holds you down while he eats your ass out.
GD&TOP:
t.o.p takes your pussy while gd gives you anal. once you orgasm they both try to stretch your poor cunt out by simultaneously shoving their dicks in your stretched-out hole.
sucking jiyong's dick as seunghyun pounds into you from the back. eventually they switch, but giving seungie a handjob this time around.
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➤ WARNINGS: SEX, HEADCANONS, NSFW, GETTING HARD, FIRST TIME, CUM, ORGASM, AFTERCARE, BREEDING KINK, CAR SEX, ORAL (F! REC)
SFW ->
Jiyong is a compassionate boyfriend, to say the least. He's not the best at expressing emotions or understanding them, but that does not mean he doesn't try. He never minimizes your feelings to make you feel like you're wrong for feeling that way, even if it's something he has done. He is good at taking criticism and won't be upset if he is in the wrong. Jiyong accepts change rather than being consistent with his daily life.
He is such a gentleman. When you go out on a date and decide to go to your house that night instead of sleeping over, he walks you to the door and gives you a big hug and a kiss before he leaves. He wants to rest well, knowing you are safe.
He's a huge music guy, whether that be making it or listening to it. Music speaks to him in a different way that he cannot explain. It makes him feel deep emotions, which is why he keeps secret playlists of songs you like (or albums that he suggests) to play in the car when you're around.
Teases you about the cute things you do. He'll never personally tell you that they are adorable habits, but he keeps them in his mind when he thinks of you.
Jiyong can't cook whatsoever. He feels bad if you want to make a meal because he isn't super skilled with it, but with that in mind, he'll come around to check on the food and help you if you want.
He loves touching you in a caring way. It could be his hands running through your hair or his fingers messing with your ear/rings.
He isn't big on messaging; he's pretty blunt when he has to message. He prefers calling over anything. It's so easy to talk, and he appreciates hearing your voice. Now, if he isn't able to call in any given moment he'll hide in a place where no one can hear him so that he can leave a voice message. That is, even if staff can hear him. They already hear enough about you from him daily.
He is your BIGGEST glazer ever. He brags about you more than his career. And this could be to anyone, staff, members, family, and anyone else who knows who you are to him. He doesn't care if they're tired of it; he just loves talking about you.
G-Dragon knows what its like to be jealous, so if any dating scandals or gestures from fans are taken too far, he will be discussing with you about it, to make sure you feel seen.
Before you made it official, he never smoked around you because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable (or sick). As of now, he always asks first before anything.
Gifts you all of his collaborations and merch. For example, the "I <3 GD" t-shirt, Übermensch hat, and the Jacob & Co. X PEACEMINUSONE collab. He thinks you look better than anyone else in them.
Takes notice of the very little things you like or do. He doesn't just get you one specific birthday present, since he just goes out randomly and buys what you like. Jiyong is a great gift-giver.
Oddly obsessed with your hair. He massages your scalp, brushes it out of your face, and tucks it behind your ear, especially in difficult situations or when you're focused.
He is always proud to be in a relationship with you. Even if you haven't released it to the public, he's not afraid to say that you are the most important person to him.
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(This is no surprise) He has a HUGE pregnancy kink. The thought of your tummy swollen from carrying his child is a big turn-on for him. Although he will never admit it. Jiyong has had talks with you about wanting children, so he'll never baby trap or get you pregnant when you aren't ready. But the thought of it will always be in his mind.
Throughout a ton of his songs, he always mentions that "he's on top when making love," but that isn't always true. When Übermensch came out, he shifted towards a "I-don't-really-mind-getting-taken-care-of" attitude. So, he's basically a switch. However, he is usually on top; he likes the feeling of being in control.
The first time together was super sweet. He made sure to be aware of each other's boundaries first so that neither of you would cross a line. He lets you undress yourself to a certain point until he begins sucking harshly on your neck. He didn't give it to you immediately; he let you grind on his pelvis, making you work for it. Once he feels you getting wet, he wraps his arms around your thighs and drags you to the edge of the bed so he can eat you out. Jiyong's face was so close to your cunt, it made you nervous. His arms were still wrapped around your legs while his hands rested on top of your stomach. While his tongue is licking fat stripes on your pussy, he brings one of his hands down to rub your clit. He knows you're close as your legs try to encage his face, as well as being able to hear your toes cracking from squeezing them shut so hard. Your hand is in his hair, and he stops before you orgasm to tell you to look him in the eyes. Once you do, he maintains eye contact and lets you cum all over his face. He gets up, takes his shirt, pants, and boxers off. He looks you in the eye for your consent, and you quickly nod, so needy for his cock. He plunges himself into you, and you don't know how to react. Once he assures you are ready, he slowly paces himself in and out, eventually rubbing your clit and pounding into you. He places his hand over where your uterus is and pushes down a little bit. Eventually, you're sent over the edge (rather quickly), and he checks up on you to make sure everything went okay.
Aftercare is very important when it comes to sex, and let's just say G-Dragon is amazing at it, no questions asked. He always pays attention to detail, making sure you're alright, spending time with you, cuddles, showers, cleaning you up, getting you dressed, and (his personal favorite) face masks.
As I said earlier, he loves touching you. Even if he's busy driving, he'll keep one hand on the wheel while the other hand focuses on your clit. He's very open to car sex, not like anyone could see you through the barely legal tint he has on his windows.
He makes a lot of noise during sex, whether that be talking or groaning. Honestly, he doesn't care whatsoever. He is also very attracted to the sounds you make; he sees it as a sign of enjoyment. He truly wants you to feel good.
Doesn't prefer ass, tits, etc.. He loves ALL of it.
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