๐ฌ 1ย ย ๐ 2ย ย โค๏ธ 27ย ยทย / ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ /ย ยทย | ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ | Jiyong finds himself laid awake in the early hours before his 30th birthday - the marker of
๐ฌ 3ย ย ๐ 2ย ย โค๏ธ 19ย ยทย / ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ /ย ยทย | ๐/๐: Hi!! Iโve been wanting to write for a while now so, here you are. The format of this was in
๐ฌ 0ย ย ๐ 0ย ย โค๏ธ 0ย ยทย โ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ๐๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ?ย ยทย ๐/๐: to be real, Iโve always been interested in voyeurism and found myself thinking about this mid cum
๐/๐: Hey! This is heavily inspired by one of my favourite fic genres, cat-boys. Specifically Jiyong being a submissive cat-boyโฆ This is also with significant inspo from @jiyongieahx ๐
๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: Jiyongโs deepest, darkest obsession and guilty pleasure
๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: smut, power-exchange, dom!reader, sub!jiyong, orgasm denial, themes of porn, degradation and praising, overstimulation, kitty play.
Beneath Jiyongโs strong exterior of a show maker, a performer, an expert in entertainment, was a crackling little flame which heโd vowed to keep between you and himself.
A silly little secret that saw him ditching his bedazzled, jewel encrusted rose coats for a little tail and a very special headband that he, as equally to this, kept locked away at the top of his wardrobe.
His infatuation with being held on a lead stemmed from a creative idea youโd caught, less creative than his typical brain dump meetings examining all of this ideas for concerts.
Youโd grown tired of the monotony of steamy kisses back-stage, the rapid shed of clothes and swift buck of hips - albeit the complete opposite of monotony. Yet, you wanted more. More enjoyment, entertainment andโฆ fun.
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โBaby, baby.. baby! Ah, just- just wait ah?โ you tried to urge, shaking hands slipping around his chest trying to grasp onto his opened shirt. As if you were rocking on the edge of a mountain, ji some how found the inner strength to slow his hips and grind himself to a halt.
With jagged breaths and the abolition of eye contact, in fear of his dick twitching and jump starting again, he kept his head down and his eyes on your connected pelvises.
โYes.. my love..?โ he huffed out, hands pressed into each side of the mattress beside you - a little bead of sweat trickling through his knitted brows.
Your lower lip curled looking at him so concentrated and uptight. As you laid there with less rapid movement, your hands could find their way to his lower jaw with the correct agility.
A lone, slender finger tilted his head up forcing him to meet your eyes - beautiful brown eyes filled with lust, need and dread.
โGet out of me Jiyong..โ you whispered in the meanest way you possibly could, challenging your inner dominatrix as your hands gripped onto his prickly chin.
His knitted eyebrows soon grew upturned, eyes growing frantic as he tried not to look into yours for too long while also computing your command.
You watched his chin quiver slightly, โOut,โ you repeated, squeezing his chin red.
Jiyong did know how to feel; had he hurt you? Had he done wrong? What were you doing..?
You shuffled yourself up against the headboard, unsure of your actions yourself.
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A couple days back, out of curiosity, youโd logged onto the darker side of twitter - feeling just like your own youth once more. Flicking through the countless positions, photos, pages, poses, a thread of comments caught your eye.
โLooking to spice things up in the bedroom ๐, can anyone help?โ
Mountains of open-ended reaches for help, advice, tips on how to re-ignite the initial excitement of sex between a couple.
Despite your unexpected interest in the countless of women requesting anything and everything, you felt a pang of guilt hit you. Was Jiyong this bad? It isnโt like weโre having trouble?
โTry taking charge ladies, let him lay down and feel you ๐ โ
โMake him work for it, really, really work for itโ
As you read on, further and further, deeper and deeper a more familiar sensation had began to come to fruition between your legs.
Your chest heaved a little, overwhelmed from the over-flux of advice yet more from the peculiar feeling you were getting from reading all of it. Instinctively, you picked up your phone.
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โJiโฆโ you simply sent, still remaining on the chat by the time that Jiyong rapidly replied back - as if he was waiting for you..
โHoney?โ The flash of his simple pet name drove you a little more, stirring up more of a fuss between your legs.
โJust thinking of you,โ
โReally?โ
โYes aein, a lot.โ
โRealllllly? Ah? How so?โ
You paused, biting down nearly too deep that you tasted the metallic taste of blood on your tongue.
โJust thinking about if you were with meโฆโ
โWhat youโd do with me.โ
At that very moment, Jiyong had found himself with a few minutes of peace during a heavy day of meetings - now left with your presence all over his Notification Centre.
โI need to see your fucking face.โ youโd typed out with a new strain of aggression youโd never exerted to him, stemming from watching his read receipt remaining โreadโ and unchanged.
In true Jiyong style, he swiped open instagram - found a silly cat filter and hit record. Awkwardly, he fluffed up his hair and tried his best to keep his eyes on himself - knowingly realising the unsaid need for his eye contact that you seemingly needed at that moment.
Sneakily, he kept his buttons un done on his polo, intentionally keeping his collarbones and neck tendons on show just for you.
With a smug smirk, he sent it with a wink emoji and a tongue emoji.
โWhat you wanted?โ
The dorkiness of him sat on that fucking sofa, with those fucking filters reminded you who you married. A wife pleaser; the realisation festering the idea of โmaking him work for youโ growing more and more urgent to you.
โCan you get out of your meetings?โ
โDone.โ
โCome home. Now.โ
โLeaving. Nowโ
โHappy now?
โCome find out.โ
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Your front door seemed as through itโd come off of the hinges from the way that Jiyong rushed through the doorframe inside - the only aim to find you and โfind outโ
He didnโt have to look far considering you were drooling at the fucking mouth and aching for him on the sofa - and he pounced.
โYou-โ kiss โfuckingโ kiss โdo this shitโ kiss โover and overโ kiss โand I just give inโ kiss.
Your chest rose up and down as fast as it could as you were swallowed by Jiyongโs heavy hands all over you - first on your waist, then your neck, then your head. Until finally the had you pinned down on the sofa, open and ready for him.
Just as he began to lower himself down your torso, you eagerly ran your hands through his hair and yanked.
โAh! Aish, Jagiya?โ he yelped, eyebrows up high and his cheeks slightly blush from the shock. You looked at him with a trembling lip and heavy smirk.
โYou wanna play that game? Huh?โ he tested, pushing himself down faster; you still caught him.
Clutching him by his hair, you pushed him all the way down yourself - all the way away from him as you moved your feet to rest upon his shoulders.
The desperation hung in the air, heavy pants thickened the tension and the unbreakable eye contact spoke enough words than either of you needed to.
He sat there, knees tucked in as you pulled yourself up before pushing him back down - swamping him down against the cushions as you found yourself mounting him. Testing the waters, you raised your hips and smacked back down.
What followed was the most beautiful, desirable and sought after noise escaped his little lips.
โMmph!โ
You licked your lips as you did it again. And again. โAgain!โ
His jewelled fingers had found themselves latched onto the raised fabric of your skirt a now acting as a stability band for him to grasp onto you with.
You raised yourself, but kept him waiting.
โYou want me?โ you murmured, held up to a halt as you waited for his small answer.
โYou want this? Jiyong?โ you carried on, bombarding him, leaving no room for him to answer - you watched as his eyebrows grew screwed up and his face grew hotter and hotter.
He was disoriented and you were just getting started.
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What followed that afternoon was a new wave of intimacy, intimidation and so much heat that it could fuel a storm cloud.
Moments which wouldโve ended with you bent over the sofa, your kitchen island or some fucking surface now resulted in Jiyong sat on the floor at your ankles; kissing up your calves begging you to merely let him get up onto his knees.
โIโm going to love you like crazy.. forever,โ heโd lull up to you in his best sweet talking voice, hands wandering as far as youโd let him before smacking him back down onto the floor - youโd never felt so in control.
โKeep kissing me baby, and maybe Iโll let you touch me where you want,โ you purred back down to him.
The kisses sped up, climbing up your thighs yet coming to a halt just around your torso - for, he wasnโt allowed on his knees yet.
โMhm.. Iโll carry on- I will,โ he pledged up to you with the sweetest eyes youโd ever seen.
โMy perfect kitty,โ your hand wandering down to him to curl your finger around his black locks.
You thought youโd mistaken yourself as you caught yourself hearing a little purr escape his lips as him pleadingly continued kissing all over your legs - trying his hardest to please, work you.
โDid you just purr?โ
โAhem.. no..?โ he tried to play off, cheeks uncontrollably becoming hotter and hotter.
โWell donโt lie to me,โ you warned.
โMaybe..โ
Your hand grasp his jaw and pulled him up to his feet. His knees buckled a little as he found his feet once more - forcing himself to keep the pressure building up in his pants from growing too much.
You melted infront of him, running your thumb down the button of his nose - splitting his lips and resting the pad of your thumb between them.
โSuck it.โ you ordered, your other hand wandering behind him and slipping around his slutty waist - closing the gap between you.
Feeling the throbbing sensation underneath his slacks against your thighs made you chuckle in his face. You squeezed your hand on his waist and physically felt his heart beat harder through the throbbing.
Moving closer to his ear, you breathed extra hard; creating the illusion of you whimpering in his ear for him. โYouโre actually a fucking mess, sort yourself out,โ
Jiyong nearly lost his balance, becoming completely overran by his fluctuating sense of steadiness.
Slightly, you felt his lip quiver as you pushed your thumb further into his mouth.
You flattened his shaking tongue down against his lower mouth with your thumb pad - forming a crater in his tongue which had him gagging over the unfamiliar feeling of something being that far in his mouth.
Heโd had to grip onto the island behind you to keep himself up; heโd lost his sense of awareness as heโd unravelled his self control for you - and his blurring eye sight from the well of tears in his tear ducts made it all that much harder for him.
โYou like that? Choking on my thumb? Gagging on something?โ
Jiyong shook his hand, yet, before he could gather himself a bit more, your free hand found itself wrapped around the invasive bulge rubbing against you - cucking him and taking the last piece of control you wanted.
The sight of his glassy eyes and rolling tears made your stomach flutter with an over flux of butterflies and excitement - and also, your devoted admiration to your most definitely beautiful husband.
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โOutโ you firmly demanded before pushing yourself to lean up and sit against your leather headboard.
Watching Jiyong physically shake from his sudden pull out from you right on the edge only fueled this unknown and completely new infatuation you had towards creating Jiyong into your fucktoy.
You kept your legs spread open, pussy glistening and practically winking at him as he could meerly sit there like a dick and suppress his whimpers of pain.
โTouch yourself aein,โ you whispered to him, holding dead eye-contact with him - watching as his eyebrows turned upward and his eyes sunk down.
โNow? But- Iโll cum and you wonโt..โ he meekly mumbled, unsure where to actually put his hands.
โIf I tell you to do something, you do it.โ
โOkay..โ
โOkay.โ
As if he was touching the Crown Jewels, he gently pulled his shaken hands up and down his aching dick - being too gentle than you liked.
You crawled forward, wrapped your hands around his and forced it down with as much force as you could.
โHmph!โ he whined out, pressing his lips together trying to clutch onto control of himself as you dragged both sets hands down.
Butterflies scrambled around in your stomach listening to the desperate sounds as you controlled his hands, his body, his dick.
You had full reign over him.
Panting like a puppy, he mumbled out little pleases and pleads; โfuck,โ โjust-just let me cum,โ
โNo.โ
โPlease..!โ
โNo.โ
His chest rose up and down rapidly, his hips bucking up into both his hands and your hands wrapped around his sticky cock - lathered up in shiny pre-cum as his body warned his untimely orgasm.
Until you stopped.
โWhy are you fucking my hands, Jiyong?โ you interrogated, โHm?โ
โUse your words, little kitty,โ
โHm? Whatโs that?โ
You overwhelmed him with your piling questions as he sat there swallowed by unfair edging and utter loss of self-control - he sat there essentially as malleable as clay under your hands.
โ โm sorry- just.. too fuckinโ hard,โ he whispered with his eyes closed shut - fearful of seeing your full naked body and accidentally cumming without your permission.
โOpen your eyes darling,โ you coaxed in that sickeningly sweet and praising voice.
He shook his head, too scared of disobeying you.
You crawled closer to him before pushing him down onto his back and climbing on top of him, hands sprawled on his chest and mouth suckling down on his neck.
As you settled on him, you pushed him straight back inside of you, riding him cowgirl style; his favourite. Yet, he still had his eyes shut.
Slowly, you licked a long line up to his ear before whispering into his ear, โCum for me pretty bo-โ
You barely got to finish your sentence before his dick spasmed inside of you and he lost himself.
Instinctively, his hands fussed about for you swiftly as he shot hot ropes inside of you; painting your insides bright white as he finally felt relief.
Feeling his demise and after climax settle in, you pulled yourself up and down rapidly and fucked him as quick as you could - overstimulating him to the max.
โOh shit- what! No, agh! Why-โ he spluttered up in a high pitched voice as you got what you wanted now.
Feeling yourself getting closer, you brushed your finger over his lips and tilted your head back. Finally getting your share.
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A few days later, Jiyong had been home alone and bored all day.
Constant texts had been pinging your phone every 10 minutes from him - โMiss you Jagiya..โ โWhat do you want for dinner?โ โMissing my beautiful wife..โ
Your heart warmed at each ping and flash of your phone screen yet, you were in work mode and supposed to be focusing on a project with your fashion agency.
But once youโd gotten onto your lunch break, you fled to the toilets to dial Jiyongโs number and hear his pretty voice.
โAhh, hello my loveโฆ are you okay? I miss you,โ he spoke down the phone with that same voice he spoke in after watching you walk down the aisle - the voice that told you how much he loved you without him even telling you.
โYes Iโm good Heoni.. what have you been doing all day? Other than spamming me..โ
โJust sitting here.. with Iye,โ
โOhhh, mhm,โ
โI just want you to come home, I have a surprise for youโฆโ
โHm? Really? Give me a hint..โ
โOther than that youโll love it, youโre getting nothing.โ
Your heart fluttered as he played another one of his spontaneous surprise games again.
โOkay.. well I best hurry up then, yeah?โ
โYeah..โ
โI love you, yeah?โ
โYeahโฆ I love you so much,โ
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Your heart skipped a beat as you turned your key in the front door lock as you let yourself in.
As usual, you hung your coat up and shuffled one your many bags into your shelf cubes and slipped off your little kitten heels.
Little, well, not so little, Zoa rubbed herself between your legs and purred as she looked up to you with admiration.
โAish.. hello my baby, my pretty baby,โ you cooed to her, running your hands through her soft fur.
โNow.. whereโs Appa?โ you mumbled to her and yourself, โmy other little baby..โ
You searched throughout the whole apartment except your bedroom, your gut told you he was in there.
โJiyong-ssi, hm where are you my dear?โ you called out before opening the bedroom door and stepping in, leaving the door open.
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Heโd placed himself on the bed awaiting patiently for the woman of his dreams to walk through that very door and the moment she did, his heart swelled inside of him.
Cheeks flushed, hands sweating, thighs twitching as he sat with them either side of him.
โJi..โ you mumbled as you stepped closer to him on the bed.
On his head he had white kitty ears on with a little red bow, identical to those of hello kitty.
โHi darling..โ he whispered to you as you crawled onto the bed from the bottom of it, closing the gap between you.
The atmosphere was hot, sweaty and laced his lust, infatuation and tension.
โWhatโs all this for..โ you whispered back, forcing him down onto his elbows as you brought yourself closer and closer.
โYou..โ he breathed out, eyelashes fluttering as the nerves overran him.
โMe?โ
โMm..โ
โWell arenโt I lucky..โ
Before either of you could speak anymore, you plunged your lips down onto his - parting his lips as you grew hungrier and hungrier for the absolute meal infront of you.
๐/๐: to be real, Iโve always been interested in voyeurism and found myself thinking about this mid cum seshโฆ ENJOY!
๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: making Jiyong sit and watch you get fucked hard by his best friend.
๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: smut, voyeurism, subtle jealousy, fingering, cum play, sub!reader, dom!seunghyun and dom!jiyong, subtle theme of a threesome, possession and Jiyong being a complete loverboy.
โSo whatโฆ youโre saying that you want me to do you in front of my best friend..?โ Seunghyun skeptically repeated, legs spread wide on your lounge chair in yours and Jiyongโs living room.
Heat prickled in your face after heโd said it aloud himself.
โWell yeah,โ you could only spew out a little, pathetic and rather embarrassed chuckle, โYeah.โ you repeated - the stupidity in your question coming into your present conscious.
The toilet flushed in the bathroom further down the hallway of the apartment, in site for Seunghyun with his unusually long neck and tall build.
He looked from you, to the bathroom door, back to you and then back to the bathroom door creaking open letting light out into the otherwise dark hallway.
Without a second thought, he nodded. Seunghyun cleared his throat, sat himself up and verbally agreed more.
โOkay.โ his acceptance to your outlandish request reassured you. However, now you somehow had to find a way to convince Jiyongโฆ
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The heavy thought cloud hanging over you and Seunghyun now you both harboured the big question was growing darker and darker - threatening to unleash the rain all over the both of you as you let it fester more and more.
Yet, Jiyongโs intellectual sense of something not quite being as casual as it was before he went for a piss got the best of him.
โWhatโs going on?โ he hesitantly asked, moving his head to side a little, eyebrows getting closer together.
You just swallowed. Played with your hands. Messed with your tights. Anything to try and take your mind away from the consuming anxiety; secretly wishing that Seunghyun would just do the deal and convince him.. even thought it was your idea.
And as if the heavens were on your side, he did.
Pushing himself up out of his brutal manspread, he stood up and stepped over to Jiyong sat on the opposite lounge chair.
โUnnie has a question for you, Oppa,โ he started with in his characteristic deep voice.
โOh? What is it Jagi?โ Jiyong questioned as innocently as heโd get that evening.
Your face got the better of you and seemed as thought itโd turn purple if you remained there on the floor anymore, shrouded in unnerve and anxiety.
โOh well- well.. itโs just an idea but- I saw it on.. well! That doesnโt matter-โ you began, audibly tripping over yourself and completely loosing the small slither of hope you had.
โI was just wondering if you would be interested in-โ
โShe wants you to watch her get fucked by me, Ji,โ Seunghyun cut you off bluntly.
The apartment fell completely and utterly silent as all of your minds whirred around eachother.
Jiyongโs eyes found the ceiling as he tried to comprehend it in his head, think for the reason and think of an answer.
However, Seunghyun, who was trying to suppress his intermittent excitement, found himself leaning over the back of Jiyong - getting himself aligned with Jiyongโs ears.
Unable to be heard from where you were placed on the floor, he whispered something into Jiyongโs ear that seemed to tide him over a little..
โJust imagine it, you get to jerk itโฆ I get to fuck her and eventuallyโฆ sheโll be begging for you to get into it tooโ Seunghyun whispered in an unfamiliar tone to Jiyong - one he was meant to keep to his women he collected from the clubs each weekend.
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Somehow, the roomโs atmosphere had successfully shifted from harmless friendly banter to steam and sex.
Jiyong had sat himself in a lounge chair positioned right in front of you and Seunghyun, who had overtaken the sofa.
He had you pinned beneath him, breath hot and heavy and chests racing that fast they threatened to push against eachother.
You gripped onto his long and slender tie - perfectly matching his fingers which were fumbling down your chest to find themselves snug in your panties.
As excitement overtook you in your chest, the weight of Jiyongโs eyes felt as heavy as lead on you - watching every last, little movement of Seunghyun on something that was meant to be his and only his.
But he guessed that this evening was about undoing those labels. So he sat back with his glass of wine in hand and let you get what you seemingly wanted, oh so bad.
Seunghyun played you like a fiddle; back arched up against his chest as he pressed further and further inside of you, searching around for your g-spot before unleashed a movement as fast as a boat motor.
โOh my, fuck!โ you burst out with, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open as your ground up against him.
A huge, cocky grin smothered Seunghyunโs face as his eyes met Jiyongโs.
Such eyes that looked full of envy, rage yet so much enjoyment. His lip threatening to bleed from the force of his teeth biting down on it.
โYou keep taking that baby, justโฆ fuck,โ he tried to encite you with, yet miserably failed - succumbing to the subtle surges of throbbing inside of his trousers.
And so you did.
You trembled, performed and keep yourself poised for Seunghyun to play with.
Seunghyun dragged his ring and middle finger out of you and up your unclothed torso, traipsing your sticky discharge along with them before he plunged them into his mouth - keeping a heavy, uncomfortable yet such warm eyecontact with you.
Feeling yourself ache from the inside, your hand reached for Jiyong.
โFuck her, Tabi..โ Jiyong declared, unzipping his trousers and freeing himself - ready and waiting to watch his princess get laid by a man who wasnโt even him.
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Seunghyun had found his own pace as soon as his dick has simply crowned at your entrance - pushed hard into you, shocking you immediately and pushing all of the air out of your lungs.
โAgh-โ you spluttered out, the lewdest sounds mixing in your voice box and filling that room.
For a moment, you lost sight of everything else as his hit against your g-spot sent you higher and higher.
โJust there, Jiy-โ you caught yourself almost saying, quickly switching the name out of habit.
Jiyong heard his name slip out of your pretty lips and it only spurred his jerking pace on more.
All three of you were panting, whimpering, whining in a dirty circle of pleasure.
Tears pricked in your eyes as your clit found itself throbbing as Seunghyunโs dick hit all of your muscles in your reproductive organs.
โYouโre fucking magic- oh my~โ he huffed out, eyes opening and taking in the sight of you sweaty and red.
His hands held yours above your head, clasping you in place as the lewd sounds of clapping sounded far and wide.
Jiyongโs eyes grew dark as he too grew closer and closer to finishing. Heโd stood up and positioned himself over you, jerking himself directly over your bare belly just waiting for his splatter of cum all over it.
Your hand wriggled itself free and found its new place desperately holding onto Jiyongโs free, left hand - smiles wide and faces plush and pressed.
โI.. I love you Jiyong!โ you moaned out with straight fire on your tongue.
โJust you- fuck!โ you continued, intentionally speeding his handโs pace up.
โMy perfect, little princess~โ he let out panting like heโd just ran a mile.
Seunghyun let your hands free to hold your other hand which wasnโt occupied by your husbandโs.
Dragging both of you through the highest possible orgasm, Seunghyun let out the deepest groans as he ripped himself out of your caved out pussy to release his hot cum all over your belly.
The site of your recoiling tits as Seunghyunโs relentless pace had ceased and exhausted face made Jiyong finish.
โAghh-โ he let out, throwing his head back still stood there; trousers at his ankles and still with his fucking blazer and shirt on.
The euphoric bliss that followed was that of totally unfamiliar territory.
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The only semi-familiar feeling in that room was the post-sex haze and atmosphere.
You lay there as your husbandโs and his bestfriendโs cum mixed and mingled on your stomach - chuckling a little from the depths of your throat.
โYouโre never doing that again, Tabi,โ Jiyong mumbled tiredly, clearing his throat and promptly zipping up his fly.
Seunghyun just sucked his lips and nodded his head, letting out a chuckle following yours.
โWhy not.. that was insane,โ you teasingly joked to Jiyong, caressing his thumb that still grasped yours as you gathered yourself.
โBecause this was a one-off, VIP, totally exclusive moment..โ he bluntly declared, lifting your connected ball of palms to his lips to kiss your half.
โAnd because your my wife, I married you remember.โ
You just rolled your eyes playfully at him knowing it annoyed him, yet, he knew it was a tease.
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The evening ended up in a totally new way compared to the normal goodbyes, hugs and polite kisses after a typical evening of wine drinking and laughs.
โKeep your wife locked up man.. she wild,โ Seunghyun chuckled as he pulled his coat on and dug around his pocket to retrieve his box of cigarettes.
โKeep your fucking eyes off my wife, MANโ Jiyong bitterly replied, of course in a lighthearted manner. But with enough enforcement that his message was passed across.
Seunghyun meerly smiled, dipping his head down to the floor before meeting your eyes as you padded over to them at the door.
โHave a good evening Seunghyun, good to see you..โ you mustered out, smirking at him as you intentionally and jokingly dodged the theme of that evening.
Jiyongโs hand found itself grasping onto your waist, seeming like its never release itself he held you that hard.
โCall you soon, take care lovebirds,โ Seunghyun left with, finding himself down the hall and facing your now completely shut door - and legs.
As soon as that door shut, Jiyong positioned himself infront of you defensively.
โYou madam.. are getting put back into your place of being my fucking wife,โ he whispered into your ear, still grasping onto your fucking waist.
However, that hand soon wandered down and found itself nestled underneath your ass.
โYes my fucking husband..โ you whispered back with a sneaky little chuckle, now in the mood for him and only him.
| ๐/๐: Hi!! Iโve been wanting to write for a while now so, here you are. The format of this was inspired by some of jedisupernovas old work (how I miss her ๐) Anyway, let me know what you think!! Enjoy!! ๐ค
| ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: Kwon Jiyong shrouds you in un-necessary gifts, wealth and money just to please himself and you. Yet, itโs borderline yandere behaviour.
| ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ: smut, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, public sex, humiliation, light manipulation, light controlling behaviour, light yandere themes, lots and lots of cocky Jiyongโฆ
Since the initial day you two had actually met, Jiyong knew the inevitable future - it clicked within him what all of the wealth, prosperity and enrichment was actually meant for and who it was meant for. He knew from that very day stood beside you in a cramped elevator conveniently bringing both of you to the same floor, that it was all destined to go to you. Whether you knew it or not.
You were still in a sleep daze that morning as you stood beside that man, not paying half as much attention as you shouldโve considering who you were stood beside. Yet, it was a Monday morning and youโd barely managed to scrape together enough attention to your physical appearance let alone the general space around you.
It wasnโt until the man stood beside you uttered something quite quietly did you even truly wake up, fully.
โDo you like Chanel..?โ the man had mumbled to you, unintentionally, under his breath - the half pulled down mask just under his nose muffling most of it.
You blinked and cleared your throat, โPardon?โ. The words of your mother echoed around your mind as you acknowledged the slight attitude lurking in your words.
Breathing a little quicker now, awkwardly, he pulled down the mask and bunched it under his chin - a little, nervous smile revealing itself. โSorry.. I asked if you liked Chanel? I recognise the perfume youโre wearing,โ he repeated for your sake.
You saw your own reflection in the rectangle sunglasses he was wearing for some reason, despite you being inside of a building in the middle of winter. It made you a smile a little, as well as him mistaking the cheap perfume dupe youโd bought from a morning market for Chanel.
โThis? No! Haha, no.. itโs some cheap dupe for something I bought a long time ago,โ you explained with a more attentive tone now, smiling, making yourself seem approachable.
He nodded along as you spoke, gingerly fiddling around with the leather of your bag strap as you explained - unintentionally staring right into his eyes through his sunglasses, forgetting that they werenโt a mirror and that he could in fact see you staring.
โIs there something on my face.?โ he quietly said humorously, patting his hands on his shiny face as if there was. It was obvious what he was teasing, obvious to him atleast. You still hadnโt caught onto the fact that you were staring.
A little smile grew into a boastful laugh as the cogs ticked in your head and as the joke became apparent to you, โNo! No! No, no.. your face is fine, itโs clear! Itโs good, very..โ you quickly repeated over and over from the embarrassment sinking its teeth into your body, infecting your nervous system as it did.
You had to look the opposite direction to gather a hold of yourself.
โNo there isnโt, I got caught up in looking at myself in your glasses.. forgetting you could actually see me,โ you admitted as if it was a terrible crime.
He stood there still looking at you still for a moment before bursting out with a grand chuckle and big teethy smile, forcing his head to turn the opposite direction, just as you had, to allow himself a moment to re-group following the final chuckle.
โI suppose it is a little silly to be wearing these inside,โ he began as his chuckle faded into a little puffs of breath, โbut itโs just to keep myself a little more incognito,โ. He shook his head side to side playfully as he exaggerated the incognito - as if you knew who he was.
You didnโt.
His hands reached up to his face to drag the glasses down his nose and off of his face slowly, praying to himself that you remained as semi-calm as you were initially.
But in reality as you watched him take off his glasses, the cogs in your brain began to turn as you began to recognise his face - pin pointing why you recognised his voice from somewhere?
You burst out laughing, cutting through the silence of the elevator still going up to the high level floor both of you conveniently needed. It was your instinct that told you to laugh, not at him but to settle your nervous system.
โOkay. Okay? Okay.!โ you repeated, bringing yourself down from giggling at your max volume.
โWhat the fuck.. am I doing stood beside Gdragon? In an elevator.. on a working week?โ you just blurted out, confusion taking over your mind.
โSurprise?โ he awkwardly replied, shrugging his shoulders and turning to look at himself in the mirror of the elevator. โAre you a fan or-?โ
He began before you cut right through him, โA fan? You watched over me at night, pinned up on my wall in a poster in my childhood room, Jiyong!โ you boasted, smiling from the dopamine running through you.
Jiyong stood there looking just as confused as you were, somehow exhibiting awkwardness despite him being the celebrity. He just looked at you, then to the floor, then your bag.. then his bag..
โWell perhaps I could fulfill younger youโs dreams..โ he mumbled with a little smirk, knowing just how cheesy he sounded.
โPardon?โ
He straightened up, cleared his throat and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets than they already were - gripping onto the fur lined pockets for dear life. Usually, he didnโt think twice before trying to ask out a woman. Or even complimenting a woman, simply. But this, this situation was different - in a completely peculiar and unknown way.
โCan I.. fulfill younger youโs wishes?โ he repeated with a louder manner now, feigned a faux confidence that was rather obviously weak.
It was your turn to stand dumbfounded, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror now - trying to grasp if you were asleep and dreaming or if you were wide awake and in a small elevator being asked out by Kwon Jiyong. Gdragon. The boy youโd practised kissing on the little poster you had of him when heโd released Heartbreaker.
โWhat do you mean by that?โ you mumbled out equally as awkward and flustered as he was exhibiting. As you stood there, you felt your insides crumbling to pieces - your face growing redder and redder as the heavy silence stretched out for the meer three seconds they really were.
โLet me,โ he started before darting his eyes down to the floor and then back to yours, โLet me take you out. Meet you properly, somewhere less, randomโ he slowly asked, sounding unsure on if this moment was actually real or not himself.
For what had felt like years, Jiyong bad grown to become sick of the itty, bitty trainees circling his ankles like fussy puppy dogs; feigning high-pitched voices and beat faces lathered in makeup just in an attempt to impress him.
But he wasnโt interested. What he was interested in however, were women like you. Hasteful, relaxed meanwhile tense because youโre late for something. Seeping with an actual personality which you donโt let out for most. Women who were women. Not girls.
Yet he caught himself spiralling away in his own mind as he took in your presence more and more, apprehensive to what youโd say back. Although it was clear as day what your response would be.
The feeling of his eyes on your face as he stood there anxiously watching your face for a slight hint of disagreement - there wasnโt. The longer and longer your brain processed the question, the more and more your face began to illuminate with a different kind of admiration, excitement and simply.
Love.
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Much like the first date, the weekly events Jiyong curates are unmatched. He hand picks the venue, paying attention to your feelings and emotions that week - knowing just exactly what you needed on that Saturday to either fill your cup back up or just simply prove to you how much he loves you.
On the weeks of harder days, darker feelings and less spark, heโll book out an entire restaurant. Clear out entire dining halls just to protect your short temper and to minimise the overwhelm of claustrophobia and volume in typical restaurants.
And frankly, he couldnโt give a shit whether it affected other peopleโs weekend plans or events.
โDo you want more wine, Aein? Hm?,โ heโd question, keeping his eyes fixed to your glass or plate.
โFocus on your meal Jiyong.. please. We are here, youโre not the waiter,โ youโd mumble back with a short smirk each side of your mouth.
As much as you wanted him to enjoy himself, the attention and devotion was the way he easily melted, cared, manipulated your brain and heart.
โAh.. be quiet Soohwa, Iโm taking you out. Iโm paying for you, giving you everything.. so let me do what I want for you,โ heโd take over with that alluring tone that easily shattered any kind of independence.
And as much as he knew his words and voice was enough, heโd always take it a step further and use his hands.
Youโd feel the cool of the countless rings adorning his fingers slip and slide over your knees under the table, him giving no care in the world if the real waiters could see his actions as he dragged the tablecloth up with his arms.
A little, shy smile began to grow at the corners of your mouth where your lips met - nose scrunching as he picked up your calf and pulled in to rest on his knees.
โJi- Iโm trying to eat,โ you uttered out with a little cough as he began to unbuckle the clasps of your loafers.
โLet me,โ he simply replied with ushering you into blind submission.
You rolled your eyes, gulped and tightly grasped onto your flute of champagne as you let him remove your shoe and massage your feet. In the restaurant.
โWhat? You said your feet were hurting you Heoni..โ he mumbled in that fucking babying tone, intentionally sending blurring butterflies straight to your abdomen.
โYes.. when we were walking Jiyong,โ you quickly explained as the server circled the table briefly.
Jiyong noticed the nerve in your eyes as you just about shot daggers into the servers back as he walked back to his station.
โCalm down Jagi.. itโs just us in here. We could do anything we want. Anythingโ he reassured with that dark look in his eyes.
Your head began to shake unconsciously as you caught onto what he was trying to hint at, trying to grasp onto any remaining public decency and power you had.
Jiyong got up out of his seat abruptly, your head still shaking. Watching him waltz to you, your head turned up to look at him before you lost site of him. He stood behind you with a massiveness he never feigned.
Brushing the hair from your back, he commanded your nervous system - muscles tensing, skin prickling and hair standing up. Your pupils dilated swiftly just from his presence.
โWe could do anything, Soohwa.. anything you want,โ he whispered into your right ear, โAnything for my princess.. really,โ he repeated into your left, gathered your hair into a loose ponytail in his hand.
Your chest began to rise higher and higher as you tried to catch onto your breath, a deep, saturated warmth pooling deep in your stomach as the equally warm breath of Jiyong traveled down the back of your neck. All you could feel were the darting eyes of the three waiters stood like soldiers at each of the three doors. And Jiyong noticed.
โGive us some privacy..โ he commanded with a certain kind of passive aggression that only he could exhibit.
As soon as the men were out and the last door was clicked shut, he pounced - pushing tables out of his way to lay you down on the carpeted floors gently, claiming you like a prize.
Ji unbuttoned each of the buttons on his shirt, frantically stripping it off in order to please you wanting to feel his skin and to get his lips right back down onto yours, hands drifting down to settle on your waist.
He pulled your leg to rest on his back, one hand squeezing your tit as he dragged his lips away from yours - licking with his tongue down to your collar bones, burying his nose in the crook of your neck where youโd always apply your perfume.
โYou smell so fucking good.. pheromones and Chanel,โ he mumbled to himself before began to suck at the delicate skin.
โJi-โ you tried to mumble out before his index finger rested over your plump and sore lips.
The distant scent of his cologne and shampoo flooded your senses as he slowly pulled himself down your body, lifting up the dress heโd bought to reveal the underwear set heโd also bought - seeing you wearing what heโd picked out fuelling more and more blood to his dick already.
He kept you at the tip of fingers like a puppet as he worked his way down to your panties, dragging his knuckle up and down the wet slit in the fabric.
โYou wet girl.. mm? All for me? Yeah? No one else?โ he praised into your ear as he snatched the fabric to the side to slither his finger in, stroking up and down, brushing your clit gently and purposefully.
Your head unconsciously started to nod as you tried to mumble a yes, โMhmm.. Ji- just for you,โ you whined out, making it sound like a plea.
Jiyong followed your body language and gave you what you so clearly wanted, as he always did.
He slipped his pointer finger into you, working it around in a circle to test the waters. Making your inner walls clench around him and do their job - prepping you for the girth of his dick.
โFuck Soohwa.. how are you still so tight?โ he breathily chuckled down to you, looking over you with a smug smile.
You desperately laughed with him, eyebrows curled upwards matching him curling upwards.
Your body let go as soon as he slipped the second in and worked them as a pair - smoothly pushing them in enough to poke your cervix, intently watching your faceโs reaction.
He curled them upwards, slow and smooth, hitting the fleshy area of your pussy that heโd become so accustomed to.
Your eyes closed as your back arched against him, both of your chests colliding so you could feel the pound of his own heart.
Jiyong licked his lips watching you lose yourself on him, your hand frantically gripping on the belt hooks of his trousers.
Before plunging his lips back down onto yours to give you a little more support, your hands fumbled out from the belt hooks to now grab onto each side of his face.
As he pushed further and further inside of you with his fingers, his tongue followed. Working around yours, the lewdest noises coming from that dining hall.
Finally reached your peak, Jiyong put in all of his effort - his arm bent upwards to get you right there, your mouth became untethered to his as you let out howls of pleasure.
The waiters stood outside like lost lambs, clearing their throats uncomfortably as the muffled sounds of you two slipped under the doors.
But as he slid his fingers out of you slowly, lowering you back down onto the floor, Jiyong fumbled with his button and zipped, pulling his trousers and boxers down swiftly.
โTo surprise you,โ he slid his swelling dick right back where you were still pulsating from your most recent orgasm.
You gasped, eyes blowing wide and face burning hotter, โJi.. Ji! You- you canโt..โ you mumbled out frantically.
He just laid his finger back down onto your lips as he found his own pace and you welcomed him in.
โFuck me.. Soohwa, so wet, all from me,โ he whispered down to you, hand shaking as he moved your hair from your face.
You were still trying to either calm down from the last orgasm or go with the flow of his growing paceโฆ you still hadnโt decided; considering everything was happening in the span of 30 seconds.
You just smiled, bitting your lip to keep yourself quiet.
โThe smile on your face.. ugh.. makes it so much better,โ he ruggedly praised, head bopping up and down as he watched his dick crown in your tummy.
He reached for your hand and softly placed it on the lump which was the head of his dick pressed fully inside of you, smirking at the sight of it.
โLet everyone hear how good I treat you jagiya..โ he murmured before placing his thumb at your lips, looking at you as a sign for you to open your mouth.
โKeep it wide.. open, loud,โ he instructed before dragging himself fully out and then pounding straight back in, your hand still there feeling the lump disappear and reappear.
The sounds of you cumming echoed through the entire dining hall, everyone being able to hear you go up an octave as he hit deeper - going far past just your g spot to the a spot..
Just as deep in your conscious, the embarrassment of everyone hearing you so vulnerable and so used would eat you up for days after.
And Jiyong knew.
โBut itโs how I make it known to everyone whoโs you are โฆ yeah? Plus Heoni, you sound beautiful,โ heโd reassure you in the back of the car as you drove back home that night.
Hand drifting down your inner thigh, thumb caressing your thigh as he spoke.
It was his way of showing you he cared.
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But as good as the sex was, he always made sure the rest of his actions were just as passionate and deep.
Every Friday heโd come home with bags upon bags of new outfits for you, a high quality bouquet of flowers just in time for the last bouquet to wilt and always enough affection to smother someone to death.
โJiyong.. this mustโve costed you so much,โ you guiltily told him each time as you peered into the hard bags heโd placed on the kitchen counter for you to enjoy.
โItโll never be enough for how much you deserve though,โ heโd always reply with, hands wrapping around the back of you and your waist.
Planting little kisses down your neck like seedlings, before resting his forehead on the back of your neck.
The pair of you swayed there for a while, somehow finding the tempo of the distant music youโd had playing as you swayed to that.
โLet it happen beautiful..โ he purred into your ear, making it so unfair for you to ever reject all of the gifts he gave.
Meanwhile, it wasnโt always expensive gifts and borderline manipulative tactics to get you to accept how much he cared.
It was the slow moments in the mornings when heโd wake up before you and tidy your bedroom, ensuring youโd wake up to a clean space.
Spraying your favourite air freshener and setting the rooms temperature to a perfect 23 degrees.
It was the hot mug of jasmine tea and a seperate option of either chai or something else heโd found at the back of the cupboard, stirred with all of his love as he prepared each mug for you.
It was the way heโd removed your socks at night when you were too tired to move, massaging your feet thoroughly as he perched on the floor to be eye level with your feet.
Or if it wasnโt your feet, heโd lay in his lap and rub your belly, rub your back if it ached or anywhere you felt was slightly off.
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It was the devotion he poured into caring for you on nights where you were too drunk to function.
His hand snaked around your back guiding you through the house to your bedroom, whispering soft little โcarefulsโ as you encountered each of the cats.
You giggled a little as you reached the bedroom, thinking about each of the times heโd laid you underneath him and fucked you inside out.
โAish.. whatโs so funny ah?โ he teased, smiling a little at the soft sounds of you.
โJust something..โ you mumbled slyly, trying to make him attentive and curious into what it was. Something you often did and often lost.
He set you down on the bed before helping you take off your dress and tights.
โNo, just- just lift your arms up Jagi-โ he coaxed before stopping to laugh, turning around to laugh subtly.
You patted at him, giggling yourself as you pulled at his untucked shirt.
โLift your arms up Soohwa, come on,โ he eventually said after calming himself down.
You sighed a little as you raised your arms and let him take over. As he wriggled your dress over your arms leaving you in just your bra and panties, you let out a long yawn.
Jiyong watched as your mouth widened, your eyes scrunched as well as your nose and listened to the little whine that escaped from your voice box as you dropped your arms back down and opened your eyes back up.
He crouched down to your eye level and rested his hands on each of your knees, โYou know how endearing you are, ah?โ he softly cooed at you, squeezing your right knee.
Your eyes were blurring from the amount of alcohol in your system, struggling to keep your eyes on him. But you werenโt deaf and were able to hear him.
โJi~โ you purred to him, voice slurring even at the simplest word. Softly, your hands grasped onto his face, thumbs feeling the roughened texture of his subtle stubble poking through.
โWhereโs your moustache gone..โ you mumbled to yourself, eyebrows furrowed up, completely oblivious to the utterly doting look in his eyes as he watched you study his face.
Jiyong watched your curious eyes glisten from the lampshade on the nearby bedside table, butterflies fluttering all around in his stomach as he was brutally informed on how much he loved you.
โMhm.. I had to shave it, remember?โ he stated, clearing his throat as he brought himself back to reality. โI had to shave it for the shoot,โ he added. Not that youโd taken it in.
In your head, you were going at 5mph and were still trying to comprehend how his darkened eyeshadow made his eyes look different.
โOh,โ you mumbled, eyebrows raising back up to normal, โnever again..โ you chuckled in what wasnโt supposed to sound as an insult way.
Jiyong playfully gasped, hitting his hand onto his chest and falling onto his ass. You let out a breathy chuckle, โIt was a joke! Ji-โ you quickly tried to reassure, pushing yourself off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with him.
You slowly wriggled into his lap before Jiyong lowered you both onto the floor, with you still plastered on his chest.
โI guess Iโll just never shave again? Ah?โ he dramatically continued, โYouโll be married to Gandalf,โ he playfully added with that familiar laugh even overly-intoxicated you would never forget.
You didnโt remember taking off your underwear and bra, nor changing into a night shirt โฆ nor even getting into bed tha night the next morning. But your conscious told you Jiyong had something to do with it.
And as usual, as you sat there like a meerkat in your bed studying the room youโd slept in for years now, the smell of a fruit tea drifting into your senses.
A little smile grew on your face as you realised that that also had jiyongโs name all over.
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As soon as Jiyong heard of the slightest hint from you that you were either thinking of going into the city to shop or even just meeting a friend in a cafรฉ for a coffee it was as if a switch was clicked inside of him.
โYeah, I can check on the schedule to see when I can I next see you babe,โ you reassured a long-time friend over the phone after an hours long disagreement over which restaurant to go to from a simple brunch.
But jiyong overheard it from the nearby living room, holding his reels off for a moment to keep an ear out.
โJust incase itโs someone I donโt knowโ.. or โTo know itโs somewhere sheโd be safe..โ heโd tell himself as his alarm bells began to ring in his head.
โMhm.. yeah, no Iโll speak to him and let him know Iโm going out later on,โ you politely assured down the phone, walking aimlessly around the kitchen.
Soon enough, you were off of the phone and free to Jiyongโs rath. Or โprotective measuresโ as he framed it.
Before you even had to search for him, heโd appeared leaning against the hallway door frame with his arms crossed.
โWhere are you going?โ he simply asked in the same tone of voice he always did when he was prying.
You slowly waltzed over to him, hands fumbling with the bottom of his jumper. You smirked a little as you grew nervous to tell him, knowing what would follow.
โIโm going to go and see Yuna this evening, at the new club that opened.. you know?โ you opened the conversation with, leaning at the same angle as him.
The overwhelming scent of his aftershave was beginning to overpower you right off the bat.
โAh? Yuna? You havenโt seen her in a while.. I havenโt seen her in a while,โ he nodded along with, eyes squinting a little as he watched your face grow a little more red.
You nodded with him, both of you nodding at the same pace.
โYup.. hence why Iโm going out with her,โ you continued, hand dropping the hemline of his jumper to instead rest on his shirt covered abdomen.
He sighed a little as he nodded along, โmaybe I should come with you. You know, to see Yuna..โ he tried to play it off as, yet, he really just wanted to stay at your side. Especially in a place heโd never been and in a place most likely full of thirsty men.
โNo. Ji,โ you simply stated, already knowing what game he was trying to play.
โIโm going to see my longtime friend..โ you began to tell him before edging closer to him, pulling him closer by the waistband of his trousers.
โAnd youโre going to stay here and do whatever it is you do when Iโm not here,โ you clearly stated, using all of the power in you to not pounce on him.
He knew what he was doing and he knew you knew - the freshly dyed, teal hair. Clean shave, casual slacks and a fucking tight jumper on? He was sly.
Jiyong cleared his throat as his hand found yourself by each of your sides.
He just nodded and poked his tongue around his cheeks, knowing you were keeping an eagle eye on him.
โSure. Okay. But,โ he started until your rolled your eyes as you predicted the โokayโ.
He stopped.
And with more of an authoritarian tone, he continued. โBut, Iโm driving you, Iโm picking you up. Iโm paying for you,โ he listed as he began to lean down to your height.
โDeal?โ he whispered into your face at eye level, watching your eyelashes flutter and eyes dart between each of his.
โDealโ.
And of course, to prove a point, he stuck to his word.
He held your hand as he walked you to his Bentley, hand choosing it as a show off point.
โYou look beautiful Heoni,โ he cooed at you as you got yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, standing in the door frame with the door swung all of the way open.
He swooped his head under the hood of the car inside to smother your cheek, neck and entire face with quick kisses all over.
You chuckled and pushed him away, playfully complaining about him ruining your makeup base and so forth.
The entire drive he kept his left hand right on your thigh, squeezing every five seconds to what it seemed like.
You just smiled to yourself and fiddled with the glistening wedding band on his ring finger.
Each time youโd pulled your phone out to text Yuna the details of how far you were or how long youโd take his eyes uncontrollably looked over, the brightness lighting up the darkness of the car.
โJust five minutes dear, tell her mm?โ he told you with a calm voice, controlled and polished.
Heโd put on one of most โfuck offโ trench coats to take you there, you called them his โfuck offโ trenches because of the length of them and just how show off they were. And he knew it, thatโs why he only wore them on occasions like as such.
Heโd wrapped one of his most expensive Chanel scarves around his neck, yet, making a point to ensure his sparkling necklaces hung low enough that you could still see them again the back of his jumper.
And if his clothes werenโt enough that he made a statement just through them alone, his scent profile which trailed behind him was unforgettable and cleverly layered.
Thick, musky after shave with such a powerful fragrance you could smell the alcoholic scent that the most luxury perfumes gave.
โYouโre such a dick, Jiyong,โ you teased as he opened your passenger door purposefully waiting for the door paparazzi to see him and recognise him.
He reached his hand out for yours as he guided you out of the car with such a gentle ness you could feel just from his aura.
He crouched down before you to straighten the bottom of your dress out before raising back up to straighten the black fur coat heโd pieced with the matching black dress heโd chosen for you.
Swiftly, he reached into his pocket and stepped back, eyes meeting with the countless paparazzi capturing him capturing your beauty on his own phone.
โSmile for us Jiyong!โ
โOver here Jiyong!โ
โJust here Jiyong!โ
Soon were muted by Jiyong drawing out pure smiles from you as he cooed at you, complimented the parts of you he knew you were insecure about, as he praised your perfection.
โLook at you, fashion model,โ
โAll for me.. for me to seeโ
โShow them who makes you really smile, ah?โ
Soon enough after about 20 photos and 3 different poses, one of you pressed against the car which most significantly peaked his interest; seeing both of his favorite things in one photo.
Cars and you.
What was his.
He pulled out his black card from his wallet and slipped it in your palm, โFor you.. ah? Make me happy and spend my money jagiya,โ
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She has blue eyes, and I have brown eyes. Iโve always loved my eyes, always known them, always seen myself through them. But maybe thatโs the problem, I'd only ever been looking at my own. When I saw hers, it felt like euphoria. Not happiness, not attraction,euphoria. Something unfamiliar, something I didnโt know I was capable of feeling until it happened.
From that day on, I memorized them without trying. Every stroke of blue and gray, the way the colors separate and soften into each other, the darker ring wrapping around the outside like itโs holding everything together. The way the light catches just before it reaches the pupil. Iโve never seen eyes like that before, never seen beauty sit so quietly and still be so overwhelming.
I remember the first time clearly. She looked vulnerable, upset, like she was carrying something too heavy for her to hold alone. Her eyes reflected it all. But then something changed. When she started to look in my direction, it was like they knew. They became lighter, almost sparkly, delicate in a way that felt alive. As if they could sense how much joy they gave me just by meeting my gaze.
Before I wake up on my last day, I know Iโll think about that moment again. The way her eyes changed when they found mine. And if Iโm lucky, if my prayers are answered, on that last day, theyโll be the final eyes I see looking back at me. Changed the same way they were then. Because I was there. And because she looked at me.
Jiyong had grown up with a kind, equal regard to woman but towards you itโs as if woman were superior to men - they are.
Constantly, any chance he had heโd be on his knees, literally, for you. Whether that be getting down onto his knees to click the little clasps on the heels heโd bought you himself just last week, adding another pair to the overflowing collection stockpiling in your shared wardrobe as the days passed. Heโd look at you with his doting eyes full of joy as he sat there on the floor, no matter the cleanliness, it didnโt matter to him as long as you were comfortable and happy. Jiyong would go out of his way to finish his meals early in restaurants to stand behind your chair waiting for you to finish your last glass of wine, holding your coat open waiting for you, diligently.ย Never impatiently. His hands covered in glistening rings with pure diamonds and gold would massage your neck as he stood there, fixing your necklace so it sat straight and equal or sometimes heโd rest his hands on the top of the char waiting for you to tell him to pull you and the chair out from the table. And even in your own private space at home heโd always keep everything perfect, ordered and organised for you - keeping his finances clean and smooth sailing to make tracking all of the subscriptions you wanted easier, barely spending any money on his own black card which was practically infinite money in order to hoard more and more funds for you to be able to coarse through on single shopping sprees with your friends or even just on random splurges online. It made him happy, bringing him a different kind of joy when he saw the huge smiles plastered on your face as you showed him the bags full of clothes youโd ordered for a single weekend away. He was borderline a sugar daddy to you, but fuck was it so worth it to see his perfect queen happy.ย
โCome here beautiful.. show me everything you bought with oppaโs money,โ he told you from the lounge chair in the living room, un crossing his opposite leg from resting on the other to make room for you to settle on his lap.
Youโd just emerged from his studio study with a big grin which only meant youโd been spending again, clutching your phone to your chest. As it was natural instinct, you slipped down onto his lap, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck and resting both of your legs fully over his thighs, letting them hang off the side of the chair. Jiyongโs soft hands brushed up and down your exposed thighs, smiling and nodded as you scrolled through the order receipt in your inbox.
โOh mhm.. yeah no I see it, youโll look perfect in that yeobo,โ he hummed, trying to contain himself as he imagined you and the perfection he saw when he looked at you in the outfits you were showing him - not even batting an eyelid at the price tag which was averaging about 100+ won for each.ย
โThank you oppa.. all your money spent on me, makes me feel so special,โ you purred with that familiar voice that meant more than you even had to say. Especially combined with the eyesโฆย You leant down to his stubby cheek, rubbing your nose over his cheek before planting a bunch of soft kisses onto the rough surface - only rough because youโd told him to stop shaving. Stubble Jiyong was the best Jiyong. Your little hand rested on the other side of his face as you delicately covered his entire left cheek with your lips, he sat there blushing and smiling as you did so.
Jiyong instinctively pulled your phone out of your grasp and set it down on the table beside the chair you were both snuggled on, before moving you to sit fully on his lap - legs spread as you straddled him. His hand wandered up your chest, brushing over the natural rolls and curvature of your stomach as you sat. He smirked to himself as he grazed the back of his fingers over the even bigger curves of your boobs before his reached your soft face.ย
โYou wanna know just how special you are to me, honey?โ he mumbled as he grasped your face with both hands, eyes nervously flickering from your eyes to your lips.. to your eyes โฆ then your lips. But before long youโd grown impatient and needy, regaining the power over him by simply running your hand down his chest.ย
โShow me Jiyong,โ you commanded softly, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. You let out little breaths as you rested your head there before bringing your hand down between both of your chests and further down between his spread legs supporting you. Slowly, you dragged your pointer finger down the little bulge growing into more of a problem between you two - you just smirked and waiting for him to get choked up as he usually did.
โAh.. no, no.! Donโt touch it doll, itโs my turn to give it to you..โ he warned with a breath between each syllable as he tried to keep himself together as you began to push your palm down onto the bulge there - laughing to yourself into the crook of your neck.ย
You didnโt stop. He let you.ย
Until he didnโt.ย
Suddenly, and out of character for him, he pushed his hands underneath your ass and stood up before resting you bent over the chair - still warm from where heโd just been sitting. You rested the side of cheek on it, the distant smell of your shared laundry detergent lingering, arms crossed about your head with your knees bent. Butterflies flew rapidly in your stomach as you listened to Jiyong mumbling to himself behind you, fussing with this trouser zipper.ย
โFucking.. fucking thing-โ he puffed out, simply fixed as you reached back and un did his button.
But before you knew it, his chest was pressed against your back. Half of your lower back was on show meanwhile the top half covered by your bunch up tank top heโd messily pushed up.ย
โHere baby.. let me show you how special you are mmm,โ he breathily whispered into your ear still pressed against you, hands fumbled to pull your shorts and underwear down, both of your breaths rapid together as he began to drag two finger down the outside of your throbbing pussy. You didnโt want to admit it but something about him trying so hard to keep control of himself was turning you on so much. He kept his mouth close to your ear as he pushed you the furthest he could without even slipping a finger in yet.ย
โGonna make you feel so special.. so so special. My priceless jewel.. fuck, so hot,โ heโd babble variations of praise constantly as he rubbed his thumb in tight circles over your already overstimulated clit. You exhaled a little, purposely trying to make him hurry up a little.
โWell if youโre gonna do it, do it Jiyong, cmon aegiya..โ you egged him on encouragingly, humming a little from the friction.
He had to near force himself to peel off of your half bare back, turning himself on just from the thought of pleasing you. With a million butterflies in his chest, he slowly pulled down his trousers knowing you were looking over your shoulder - growing impatient.ย
That was until you grabbed hold of the waistband and yanked them down for him, giving him a hungry look before settling your cheek back onto the plush velvet of the chair. He caught the memo. And keeping up with your lurking demand, he positioned himself there and closed his eyes - knowing that if he looked at you bent over his favourite lounge chair as he found his pace heโd finish almost instantly. You reached back to grab his hand, squeezing it as the satisfaction of the stretch of you around him shot all the way through your body - the indescribable feelings of him hitting the depth of you running rampage through you. And he hadnโt even started a pace yet.ย
โThere you go..โ he mumbled to himself, letting out a deep breath as he began to push in deep and pull out slowly. โMhm? Is this.. oh fuck.. is this okay for you honey?โ he asked ahead to you, breath catching from how sensitive he somehow was. You let out an unsatisfied hum.ย
Until you began to pull on his hand, pulling him deeper and faster. He kept at it, regaining his own hand from yours to fully rest on your lower back as he began to thrust. Properly, raw and deep. Each one pushing the chair and you further and further back as he did so, โt-this what you want baby? huh- huh? all for you.. always- always for you,โ heโd mumble proudly, keeping his eyes tightly shut. โGiving you it all.. in the living room, raw.. for you my love,โ he kept on, voice shaking and breathy - digging a deeper pit in your stomach hearing him getting distressed and unravelling.
โMy Jiyong-ah.. doing so well for me naekko.. just there-โ you praised from in front, the whines falling out of your mouth as you laid with your cheek still to the chair with a satisfied expression - upturned eyebrows and a soft smile at each corner of your lips.ย
โKeep hitting thereโ, โno.. no, push deeper Jiyong, I know you can,โ โgive me more honey, keeeppp goinnggg..!โ you encouraged mixed with slurred curses and flowing moans that were killing Jiyong. As soon as heโd slow down, youโd push back chasing your own high. Heโd stopped to squeeze his eyes shut and savour just one more minute of it before he ashamedly came - his plan ruined as soon as you started pushing harder and harder, passionately and desperately until eventually you felt yourself slipping and letting go around him.ย
โOh no.. ohhh, oh no! No! Noo..! Nooo..!! Mmm~โ he whined out like a wailing child, head flung back with his hands squeezed finger marks into your hips, falling apart as soon as your full, finishing moans filled the room mixed with his like a lewd melody. But you kept pushing, smirking back at him as you hit yourself back harshly, slapping skin against skin meanly.ย
โNice try sweetheart..โ you mumbled with a breathy and hoarse voice, fluttering eyelashes as you arched your back as you looked back at him. He was still inside, hands still gripping at you for dear life and face flushed. Abashedly, he pushed his face into his raised shoulders to hide his flustered state from you.ย
| ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ | Jiyong finds himself laid awake in the early hours before his 30th birthday - the marker of the next chapter in life. Yet, the overwhelming achievements he ponders about arenโt enough โฆ
| ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซโ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ | HI! So this is my first EVER attempt at writing EVER on this app. Obviously, Iโve written before just not here. I really hope you enjoy it, thx x
โKwon Jiyong.. GDRAGON,โ he sighed to himself as he laid in his bedroom. The very bedroom with the crisp, white bedsheets and perfectly arranged awards, countless, unread books on the book case infront of him - constant reminders of โall heโd achievedโ as his mother liked to drag into every conversation she had.
Yet, despite the overwhelming pride that his entire family felt for him regarding his exceeding status, achievement and prominence in the entire kpop industry; it all just felt too daunting. Like a label, a brand heโd been drowning under for what felt like too long now. YG. But wasnโt that to be expected?
His entire life, THIS was what he wanted. The overflowing won in his bank account, the flashy lifestyle which granted him immediate access to any club he wanted to get into - just by showing his face and perfected, practised smile.
Ever since he was a little boy being smothered by his mother and teased by his older sister for dancing along to the radio a little too passionately, THIS what was what he wanted.
Yet, even now when he had the command of power to draw anyone and everyoneโs attention with the click of a button on his phone, by a simple reply to a devoted fan-girls comment, it wasnโt enough.
Past the PR curated exterior of him, the seemingly uncrackable, powerful leader exterior that was the face of BIGBANG, there was a smaller, softer and simpler version of GDRAGON that most forgot existed behind the bold design and propaganda that was built around his interior.
Kwon Jiyong.
The very title of his latest EP which was his most well received attempt to break down the divide between him and his seeming alter ego, GDRAGON, as his label liked to bark down his throat each time he sat in the chairs in the conference rooms - discussing statistics and PR stunts regarding the project, despite how he wanted it to be raw and true. Not something picked and poked at about how much it would make for the label or how high it would score of charts.
He wanted it to be a way for him to be known as a person, known for who HE was, not just the personality that he encapsulated himself in as he sung and danced on a big stage.
It was his futile attempt to let people know him more than just an idol. To approach normal people and aspiring trainees with open doors to show how it really felt to be a lead idol and what came with it. Good and bad - with the bulk of it being his attempt of letting all that listened to the EP know that he was human and felt deep, human emotions and felt just like all of them relating to the songs.
But something that faded away from music that shaped him and his true interior, the main thing that kept him going was the yearn for fatherhood. The incessant fear of running out of time, not being able to find the right woman to give a child to and the right woman for him most specifically. A cacophony of anxiety and stress as he watched the years pass by and his own home becoming quieter and quieter with them - scared shitless that his future would be that forever.
He often found himself brushing his cold, sore finger tips, swollen from the lurking guitar blisters, over the soft and gentle cotton of little girls clothes in boutiques and shops as he sneakily slipped away from stage venues and photoshoots; under the pretence he was going home to โrestโ. Jiyong knew that it was sad, completely tragic and just desperate but he found a minimal comfort which touched him in aching places that alcohol and constant partying werenโt even aligning on the same wavelength with.
And when even that still couldnโt reach down into his barren heart, heโd find himself sat with a mask pulled high over the bridge of his nose, hood tied tightly under his chin and big, black puffer over his small scale, insecurely and uncomfortably sitting on the pathetic benches that were as close to giving up as him in the parks that neighboured houses. Simply watching. Listening. Feeling.
Like a strategic scientist, heโd calculate which tone, which reaction, what kind of empathy would be appropriate to exhibit to each interaction of a child to their guardian. Already predicting the very words ushered by the concerned, warm mother as the little child hurled themselves at her post tremble and tumble onto the tarmac ground. It made him feel insane.
Sick. Twisted. Weird. Desperate.
Lonely.
And on the nights where he laid there desperately trying to hold back streams of tears from running down his flushed cheeks as he stared at the same ceiling, alone โฆ again, his loneliness turned to rage.
A silly anger to each one of the women heโd slept with, shared himself with and gave parts of himself to rushed over him.
But that all dissipated out into the sorrowful air surrounding him as soon as he realised he sounded like an incel - sitting there angry at women, blaming them for the fact that he was childless and achingly single at ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.