Be my first♡
|One shot| Pairing: Kwon Jiyong X reader ‼️Content warning: Sexual content. 18+ only About story: You and Jiyong have been dating for a while now, but you have never taken that next step in your relationship physically. Jiyong has been incredibly patient and caring towards you, not wanting to push you further than you're willing to go. But tonight, you're ready to be pushed further then ever before.
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The rain pattered gently against the windows of Jiyong’s apartment, blurring the city lights into soft streaks of gold and neon. Inside, the only illumination came from the amber glow of a lamp and the low burn of a scented candle.
You sat on the plush sofa, pulling your knees up to your chest, your eyes tracking Jiyong as he moved around the kitchen. He was pouring two glasses of wine. He wore a oversized white shirt and his red hair was comfortably messy. He looked entirely at ease.
For a whole year , this had been the comfortable routine. Dating Kwon Jiyong meant navigating a whirlwind of public scrutiny and intense creative energy, but behind closed doors, he was a man of patience. He had never demanded anything from you. Every touch, every kiss, every quiet evening had been measured by your comfort level.
But, tonight felt different. You had been dating for a while now, and his incredible patience and care had built a mountain of trust between you. You knew you wanted to take that next step with him tonight. But actually making it happen? That part made your heart do double-flips.
Jiyong walked back into the living room, holding the two glasses. He offered one to you with a soft, crinkle-eyed smile—the raw. He sat down close you, reached out and gently took your ankles, shifting your body so you could stretch out across the couch. He guided your legs straight across his lap, settling them comfortably against his thighs.
"You're quiet tonight," he noted softly, setting his own glass down so he could give you his full attention. "Everything okay, jagiya?"
You didn't say anything. The words caught in your throat, trapped by a wave of sudden shyness. Instead of speaking, you just looked at him, your cheeks flushing a faint pink.
Jiyong tilted his head, studying your face.
You didn't say anything. The words caught in your throat. Instead of speaking, you just looked at him, your cheeks flushing a faint pink.
Jiyong tilted his head, studying your face. Seeing your quiet nervousness, his expression melted into pure sweetness. He didn't push. He didn't demand answers.
"Come here," he says instead. in a comforting purr.
He leaned forward, sliding his hands up to your waist to gently pull your upper body closer to him. You slid across the cushions until you could tuck your head perfectly into the nook of his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne. Your legs remained draped over his lap as he wrapped one long arm securely around your shoulders, while his other hand returned to your knee, tracing slow, comforting patterns.
"Better?" he whispered into your hair, his lips brushing your crown.
You nodded against his chest, holding him a little bit tighter.
Wanting to ease your nerves, he reached for your wine glass and held it out to you with a quiet smile. Your fingers brushed against his as you took the glass. By offering you the wine, he wanted it to calm you. let the warmth of the drink settle your fluttering heart.
Jiyong took a drink from his fresh glass as well, before setting it back down. He reached out, his ringed fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. His thumb brushed softly against your cheekbone.
"Your mind is working overtime tonight," he murmured, "What are you thinking so hard about?"
You swirled the remaining wine in your glass, looking down at the dark red liquid before looking up at him. "I was actually just thinking about your birthday. It’s coming up so fast, and I’m completely stumped on what to get you. What do you even buy for Kwon Jiyong?"
Jiyong chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. He slid his hand down to rest comfortably on your waist, ''You don't have to get me anything, jagiya.''
"I knew you'd say that," you said while playfully rolling your eyes "But it's not just the present. I know everyone is going to want to celebrate with you... and I'm a little nervous about seeing the rest of your bandmates again."
Jiyong’s thumb paused its lazy stroking on your waist. "Nervous? Why?''
"We've only been dating for a year," you admitted quietly. "Everything still feels so new. And when I met them briefly before, I was just so overwhelmed. I'm honestly not sure if they even like me."
Jiyong shifted up on the couch, gently turning you so you were facing him, though your legs remained comfortably draped over his lap. He took your empty wine glass, set it safely on the table, and cupped your face with both of his warm hands.
"Hey," he said softly, his brown eyes locking onto yours. "Look at me. They absolutely love you. Youngbae literally texted me the day after you met, telling me he hasn't seen me this happy in like...years."
He leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. "Four months might feel short, but you've already made me happier than I've been in a very long time. They see that. You don't ever have to worry about them, okay? You're with me."
You let out a soft laugh, the tension completely leaving your shoulders. "Oh, really? Youngbae said that?"
Jiyong blinked, suddenly realizing he might have shared a bit too much, and a faint pink dusted his own cheeks. "Ah... yeah. He might have mentioned something like that."
"So," you teased. "The big, intimidating G-Dragon turns into a smiling mess just from being around me? Is that what you're telling me?"
Jiyong groaned playfully, letting his hands slide down from your face. "Yah, don't tease me. I have a reputation to uphold."
"Your reputation is completely ruined," you giggled. "The secret is out. Four months in, and you're just a big softie."
Jiyong chuckled, ''Yeah, Yeah.''
You smiled, gently untangling one of your arms from his neck to reach for the half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. "Alright, since my lips are sealed about your birthday present, I think we need a little more wine. Hopefully that won't loosen me up enough to accidentally spill what I am getting you''
Jiyong chuckled, lifting his hands in mock surrender as you carefully poured a bit more of the rich, dark liquid into each of your glasses.
You set the bottle back down and handed him his glass.
"To ruining my reputation," he murmured playfully, raising his glass with a handsome smirk.
"To the biggest softie in Seoul" you corrected, clinking your glass gently against his with a satisfying ting.
You both took a slow, comforting sip. The warmth of the wine bloomed in your chest, Jiyong set his glass down on the table and leaned his chin on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your hair. "You know, if you really want to know what to get me for my birthday..." he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.
''Yah!, Oppa. No hints'' you laughed quietly, hitting his shoulder.
That sudden, husky drop in his voice made you squeeze your legs shut on instinct. It made you think...
Was he going to say something sexual?
The thought made your pulse spike, hot and heavy, before a dizzying idea completely derailed your mind. What if I gave him..me
Jiyong was still resting his chin on your shoulder, entirely unaware of the thought brewing in your mind. For the last year, he had been patient with you. But you realized you didn't want to wait anymore. This was the perfect time
Slowly, deliberately, you set your wine glass down on the table, Jiyong noticed the movement, shifting his chin off your shoulder to look up at you, his brown eyes searching your face.
"Everything okay?" he asked softly
Instead of answering with words, you turned your body toward him, slipping your legs off his lap so you could shift your weight onto your knees, bringing yourself level with him on the plush couch, The sudden change in your posture made his eyes track you with quiet intensity.
You reached out, your fingers tracing a path up his white shirt until your hands rested flat against his chest. Beneath your palms, you could feel his heartbeat quicken.
"I cant give you a hint about your birthday'' you whispered, "Because I already know what I am getting you''
Jiyong blinked, his expression shifting from curiosity to a focused. His ringed fingers rested gently against your waist, but he didn't pull you in yet. He was still waiting, checking your boundaries out of habit.
"Oh yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that deep octave '' And what's that?''
You leaned in closer, closing the final few inches of distance between you until your lips were brushing against the shell of his ear. "Me," you breathed, the single word carrying the weight of all the time you had spent waiting. "I-i think I'm ready, Jiyong. For everything."
He froze. For a single moment, the entire room seemed to drop into absolute silence. The gentle patter of the rain outside was the only sound echoing between you.
His ringed fingers tightened slightly against your waist, his knuckles going pale beneath the fabric of your clothes. He didn't pull you closer, nor did he move away. Instead, he slowly pulled his head back, his dark eyes wide and intensely focused as he searched your face. You could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes—the mix of heat and desire clashing violently with the protective patience.
He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. He wanted you. You could feel it.
But true to who he was, he wouldn't let his own desires override your comfort. Not now. Not ever.
"Y/N," he murmured, his voice rougher than you had ever heard it before. "Are you sure?"
You bashfully nodded, your ears turning pink. You leaned forward and captured his lips in a deep, unhesitating kiss. It wasn't the sweet kisses you usually gave him; it was heavy with all the unspoken desire you had kept locked away.
Jiyong let out a low, ragged groan against your mouth, the sound vibrating straight through your chest.
His grip on your waist tightened, his large, ringed fingers anchoring you to him as he pulled your body flush against his. The gentle, patient boyfriend from a moment ago vanished, replaced by a man who was entirely consumed by you. He shifted his weight, pulling you completely into his lap as he deepened the kiss.
The taste of the rich wine lingered on both of your tongues. Your fingers tangled into his messy red hair, pulling him closer. Jiyong’s hands moved hungrily from your waist, up the fabric of your shirt, and tracing the curve of your spine until he was cupping the back of you head.
Every sigh, every brush of his lips, and every tight squeeze of his hands on your skin made your pulse spike. You were completely breathless, drowning in the passion you had finally unleashed.
As he kept you anchored against him, his large hand slowly slid down from the back of your head. His ringed fingers trailed a path of fire down your neck, lingering for a breathless second over your collarbone where he could feel your heart hammering.
Slowly, his palm traveled lower, tracing the curve of your ribcage under your shirt. He didn't rush. A masterclass in the patience he had practiced for months.
His hand continued down to your waist, his fingers gripping the sensitive skin there just firmly enough to make you whimper into the kiss. He squeezed gently, mapping the contours of your body, before his hand slid further down, smoothing over your hip and settling on your thigh. He pulled your leg higher, draping it over his hip to bring your bodies completely together.
At this point you can feel his bulge twitching beneath you, the only part of him that was impatient.
He broke the kiss, his lips brushing against yours as he let out a ragged, hot breath. "You are so beautiful," he growled softly against your mouth.
Slowly, his hands raised your shirt up and off you, leave you bare in front of him. Not even wearing a bra.
Jiyong let bite his lip as your shirt was tossed aside, his brown eyes sweeping over you. The cool air of the room hit your bare skin for only a fraction of a second before it was entirely replaced by the overwhelming heat of his body.
Without giving you a chance to catch your breath, Jiyong shifted his weight, pressing you back against the armrest of the sofa. He broke the kiss, but his lips didn't go far. He trailed a path of burning kisses across your jawline, making you tilt your head back on instinct.
Then, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
His lips were hot and unhurried as they pressed firmly against your sensitive skin. He kissed his way down the long column of your neck, his breath hitching every time a soft whimpering sigh escaped your throat. His fingers tangled into your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted you, while his other hand remained on your bare breast.
The slow, deep kisses suddenly changed. He nipped at your skin, his teeth catching you in a sharp, deliberate bite.
The sudden sensation sent a wave of pleasure through your body and an sudden moan escaped your throat, echoing loudly in the quiet room.
The sound only seemed to fuel the fire inside him. Jiyong let out a low, satisfied growl against your skin, immediately soothing the tiny sting with a long, wet stroke of his tongue that made your toes curl. His hand at your waist tightened hungrily, his fingers digging into your hip that were sure to leave marks. You were entirely defenseless under him now, your fingers clenching into the fabric of his white shirt.
He lifted his head, his eyes held yours for another breathless second, watching your response carefully as he slid his hand down from your waist until his ringed fingers settled directly over the metal button of your jeans.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the cold metal click against his rings. He didn't unbutton them immediately. Instead, he paused, his thumb hovering over the denim just below your navel.
"Still with me?" he whispered, a silly smirk plastered on his lips. He leaned back down, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, giving you a chance to calm your beating heart.
You responded by arching your back slightly into his touch, your hands tightening in his messy red hair to pull him further down.
''Yes..'' You breathed out.
Taking your movement as the green light, Jiyong’s fingers worked with practiced ease. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he popped the button open. He slowly tugged the zipper down, the cool air of the living room hitting your skin, but it was instantly blocked out as he shifted his weight, pressing his lower body firmly against yours.
His hands slid down to the denim at your hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband as he guided your jeans down the length of your long legs, throwing them onto the floor with the rest of your clothes.
Unable to handle the barrier between, you let out a soft, frustrated whine as you reached forward, your hands gripping the hem of his shirt. Your fingers tugged at the fabric with a sudden surge of impatience, pulling it upward to signal exactly what you wanted. You needed the sweater gone.
Jiyong let out a low chuckle. He willingly sat up just enough to help you, raising his arms so you could slip the material over his head. He tossed it blindly onto the floor, his messy red hair falling into his eyes as he turned his full attention back to you. Leaning down to capture your lips once more.
Your fingers move slowly, tracing the familiar lines of ink that decorate his skin. It is a quiet moment of connection, feeling the texture of the tattoos against the warmth of his body.
As your fingers finish tracing the ink on his side, your hands slide down from his ribs to the waistband of his pants. Your fingers hook into the material, tugging at it with an unmistakable urgency that tells him exactly what you want next.
Jiyong lets out a breathless moan against your lips, his entire body tensing with a sudden rush of heat. He breaks the kiss just enough to look down at your hands resting against his waist, a dark, heavy look taking over his features. The gentle patience he usually holds onto completely evaporates when he sees the sheer confidence and desire in your eyes.
"Ah, jagiya," he groans huskily, "You're really trying to drive me crazy tonight, aren't you?"
He doesn't hesitate for another second. He immediately reaches down to help you, his hands moving over yours to undo the fastening of his pants. Working together, you quickly slide the fabric along with his boxers down his legs. Kicking them off the edge of the sofa, leaving absolutely nothing between the two of you anymore.
When he settles his weight back down over you, the feeling of skin against skin is electric.
Seeing Jiyong completely bare like this was nothing new to you. Over your time together, the two of you had crossed this specific line plenty of times. You had spent countless quiet nights in this apartment wrapped up in each other, seeing and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.
You were very familiar with the heavy warmth of his skin, and you had engaged in plenty of intense, breathless foreplay that left you both aching. But no matter how hot the fire burned, it had always stopped right there. Jiyong’s unwavering patience had always acted as a safety brake, ensuring that you never went a single step further than you were ready for.
But tonight, the familiar routine felt entirely different. The usual boundaries that held you back had dissolved, and the anticipation made your pulse race. The comfortable familiarity of each other's bodies was still there, but it was now laced with an undeniable, heavy certainty that tonight was the night everything changed.
"It feels different tonight," he murmured huskily, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "Doesn't it?"
Your grip tightened in his hair, ''Mmhmmm''
Jiyong lips immediately found the sensitive skin of your neck to re-establish the heavy, intoxicating rhythm you both knew so well.
His hands, warm and familiar, began to map your body with long, deliberate strokes. He slid his palm up your thigh, his fingers gently squeezing the soft skin. Every touch was an expert blend of the gentleness you loved and a brand-new, demanding intensity that made you arch your back off the cushions.
You let out a soft sigh as his tongue traced a line up to your jaw, your hands sliding down his bare back. You pressed your palms flat against his warm skin, feeling the smooth muscles shift and flex beneath your fingers as he moved over you.
He shifted his weight, sliding one of his knees between yours to part your legs slightly, bringing the core of your bodies completely flush as he rested his weight between them. The friction sent a sharp jolt of heat straight to your stomach. Jiyong groaned into your mouth, his kisses becoming deeper, wetter, and more urgent.
Jiyong let out a low, shuddering breath against your cheek, completely giving in to the slow, agonizing rhythm of the moment. He knew every curve of your body, but tonight, he explored you with a heavy, unhurried focus. The tip of his dick brushed gently against your wet entrance, the closest he's ever gotten to being inside you fully.
Your underwear still being on didn't help his desperate need be feel you.
He began a slow, torturous descent, tracing a line of kisses down the center of your throat, over your collarbone, and down the middle of your chest, his tongue circling your nipple before he continued down.
''Mmm, fuck'' You whispered.
Your breath became unsteady as his messy red hair brushed against your chin. He moved lower, his hands sliding down to grip your hips securely, anchoring you.
You could feel Jiyongs hot breath as he reached your stomach, leaving soft kisses downward until he reached the brim of your panties. With his teeth, he latched on, gripping the material and slowly pulling it down with his mouth.
You picked your head up, watching his movement.
His large hand pushed your legs apart further to finally get the last item of clothing off you. As you both now were completely bare to each other, Jiyong doesn't waste another minute. His hot kisses return, but this time to your inner thigh, his hair ticking your skin leaving goosebumps as he reaches closer and closer to your aching pussy.
Your back arched instinctively, your body craving him like never before. Your polished fingers grip at the couch as you moan out his name.
''Mmm, that's right Jagiya'' He murmured agains't your skin, ''Never stop saying my name''
With those last words, his lips finally reached your pussy. His hot wet tongue brushing at the folds.
Just like before, your hands grip at his messy hair from the sudden wave of pleasure, ''F-fuck...Oppa''
This was not the first time he ate you out, and it defiantly would not be the last, Jiyong was very giving.
His large hand reached up your warm body till his palm laid flat against your stomach and pushed you down, anchoring you as your body trembled. His thumb rubbed comforting circles against your stomach, trying to get you to relax. ''Shhh, Y/n. Don't cum for me yet''
Jiyong had a talent to get you to cum within practically seconds. It was embarrassing, but he loved that control he had over you.
His tongue continued, switching paces just quick enough to get you to the edge but not enough to push you over. It was a mix of pure pleasure and pure torture.
You threw your head back against the couch's push armrest, the pleasure too intense. ''F-uck...Jiyong I-m gonna-''
Before the words could even leave your mouth, he stopped. Picking his head up to look at you, teasingly raising his eyebrow.
The wave of warmth you were began to feel faded quickly, you opened your eyes and looked down at him. Your breath completely unsteady. ''Jiyong, what the hell''
He brought his face up to yours, his fingers moving a stray hair away from your sweaty forehead, ''I told you, don't cum yet''
Before you could say anything more, Jiyong gently grabbed your wrist and guided it down to his throbbing cock. Without hesitation, you sat up, making him move backwoods onto the couch. Your hand still gripping his dick as you moved yourself to kneel on the carpet.
Two can play at this game, you thought to yourself.
Jiyong looked down at you with anticipation. You were going to do the same to him, get him so close before quickly pulling away.
With that devious plan in mind, your plump lips wrapped around him taking him fully in. You knew know just how to do that, but the very first time you gave him a blowjob, you were not able to take him fully.
Jiyongs head flew back against the couch as your tongue now did the work, you liked the tip inside your mouth as you guided his dick in and out of your lips. A combination you quickly learned he loved.
''Oh my god, Jagiya'' He moaned, his ringed fingers tangling in your messy hair.
You weren't as experienced as he was, so getting him to cum wasn't something you knew how to do quickly. But there was something he would do out of instinct that made you quickly realize you couldn't handle it.
At time's he would buck his hips, beginning to fuck your mouth.
The very first time he tried that, you immediately gagged. It was not your best moment but he still understood and tried to never do it again. But, it did come out of instinct from the intense pleasure and sometimes you can feel the battle he was having with his body to not fuck your mouth.
So, as he his dick twitched inside your mouth, and his hips trembled trying to fight back the urge. You do what always drives him crazy, moving your tongue slowly along the tip without entirely sucking him.
That's what does it. Just as you expected, his bucked into your mouth, making your eyes water but you try your best to suppress a gag.
''Fuuuuck Y/n!'' Jiyong moaned, but the pleasure was instantly over taken by panic. He looks down at you, concern painted his face, ''Shit, I'm so sorry, I know you don't like when I do that, I'l try harder to control it, I promise''
Without saying a word, and without breaking eye contact. You move your tongue against his tip again, making him buck himself into your mouth once more.
Jiyong was a panting, breathless mess as he tried to hold back. But as he looked down at you with curiosity, expecting for you to tell him stop, he can tell the way your teasing gaze watched him, you were saying yes with your eyes.
He watches you for a moment, testing the waters as he fucks your mouth purposely this time, slowly.
Once he saw you made no attempt to get him to stop, his fingers tangled in your hair tighter and he leaned his head back as he began to push himself in and out of your mouth. ''Sh..shit y'n I'm...I'm close.''
You held on to his thighs for support as his thrusts became unforgiving. When you felt the familar heat of pre-cum enter your mouth, you pulled away, his dick leaving your lips with a loud pop sound.
Jiyongs head shot up, throwing you a dangerous glare, ''Y/n, what the fuck was that?''
You looked up at him with innocent eyes, acting as if you did nothing wrong, ''What ever do you mean, Oppa?''
A low growl left his lips as he picked you up from the floor by your throat, and placed you onto the couch. Choking was never something either of you discussed, or even tried. But you felt the wetness dripping down your leg as his fingers gently gripped your throat.
Jiyong hovered over you, placing himself in between your thighs once more. You both were a panting hot mess, starring into each other's eyes. The foreplay was over and all that was left was the real deal.
He watched you for a moment, waiting to see if you'll say something, that you'll say you changed your mind. But you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, so instead you kept his gaze. Your soft hand going up to his cheek and cupping his face. He instantly nuzzles into your touch.
With a soft kiss planted onto your hand, he says ''Are you ready?''
The tip of his dick teased your entrance as he hovered over you. You were nervous of course, but the trust you had in him outweighed all of it. You nodded gently.
Jiyong planted one more kiss onto your cheek before he slowly entered himself into you. The pain was the first thing you felt, your fingers clawed as his bare back as a quiet gasp left your lips.
He stopped half way, not fitting himself fully in you yet, ''Mmm fuck, you're so tight. ''
You closed your eyes waiting for the pain to subside, but when it didn't you became nervous and Jiyong sensed it. His warm hand brushed against your hot cheek as he says, ''Hey, you're okay Jagiya. I got you''
He planted soft, gentle kisses along your jawline as he waited for you to adjust around him, ''I won't move until you say so'' Jiyong mumbled against your skin, ''I promise''
The reassuring words and the softness of his voice instantly made you relax, your body slowly became less tense beneath him and that's when you felt it, a small wave of pleasure boiling in your stomach. It was unfamiliar, nothing compared to what he made you feel before. All you knew was that you wanted more of it.
Slowly, your fingered released from his back, going to his messy red hair instead. Without holding back, you let out a breathless moan.
Hearing this made Jiyongs ears perk up, he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and gave you a gentle smile, ''Feels good, Jagiya?''
You nodded.
Jiyong bit his lip, fighting the urge to move after hearing that little whimper escape you, knowing he was the cause of it. ''Would you like for me to move now?''
Without a second of hesitation, you nodded.
Jiyong pushed himself deeper inside you. Instead of pain, it was slightly uncomfortable. But unlike before, the feeling was immediately taken over by an intense pleasure.
You felt something hot and wet drizzle down the inside of your thigh. Confused, you looked down thinking maybe Jiyong came already.
Seeing the confusion ridden on your face, his expression softens, almost in a pitiful way since you were unaware of what happened. Jiyongs fingers reach down and wiped the myserteous wetness from your thigh, bringing his thumb back up to you for you to see.
A bright red stained his skin, you were bleeding.
It was official, you were no longer a virgin.
Jiyong grabs a tissue from the near by box on the table and wipes your blood off him, then catches your lips in a soft kiss. ''It's ok Jagiya, ''
The realization hit you, he has taken a part of you that can never be brought back. And you wouldn't have wanted it to be with anyone else.
You buck your hips into him, signaling for him to move. ''Please, Oppa'' You whimpered.
His large hand wraps around your small wrist, pinning it above your head. His thrusts began slow, still scared to hurt you. The pleasure was immediate, the euphoria spread all along your body making you a whimpering mess beneath him.
Jiyongs's hair fell to his eyes as he leaned his head down onto your shoulder, still going at a steady pace. ''F-fuck y/n I-''
The words hardly come out of him coherently. He was holding back and you felt it.
To reassure him, your legs wrap around his waist making him go deeper inside you. ''Go faster, please. You're not going to hurt me Oppa. I promise.''
He lifts his head from your shoulder, searching your eyes once more. ''Mmm y/n, if I go faster...I-i don't think I will be able to stop'' His breath was unsteady and hot agains't you. ''Are you sure?''
You nod.
Without a second thought, Jiyong pulls out and rams back into you with a force that made the couch creek.
''Oh! Jiyong'' You moaned ,maybe a little too loud.
His thrusts were relentless. That final permission from you was all he needed, it shattered the last bit of restraint he had left.
Your fingers went to his back once more, but this time for a good reason. Your nails dug into his bare skin as you felt the familiar heat boil in your stomach, signaling you were reaching your end at an incredibly embarrassing pace.
''Oppa, im gonna- can I finish?!'' You practically begged, worried he was going to alter your orgasm again.
Jiyong laughed against your skin, ''Look at you, being a good girl and asking for permission. Yes, Jagiya. Cum for me''
On command you finally reached your orgasm. The intense feeling making you twitch beneath him. ''F-fuck''
When it would feel like the feeling would begin to falter, the repetitive thrusts from Jiyong kept the euphoria at bay, making your orgasm ride out longer than ever before. You felt dizzy & your vision blurred.
Jiyon'gs grip tightened on your wrist as his other hand gripped your waist holding you in place. You can tell he was chasing his pleasure now. ''I'm close, can I-... fuck!''
Before the words left his lips, you felt the warmth of his cum inside you. His pace falters but doesn't come to a total stop as he rode out the pleasure wave.
You didn't even care he came without any protection, the feeling of dick throbbing inside you was pleasurable enough that you would make the same mistake over, and over again.
His head dripped to the crook of your neck as he attempted to steady his breathing.
Your bodies were practically glued together from the sweat. You closed your eyes and ran your fingers through his red hair, a habit of yours. All while he was still inside you. You never wanted the moment to end.
''Oppa?'' You whispered
Jiyong turned his head to look at you, his eyes glistened with complete admiration. ''Yes?, my beautiful y/n''
You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. He wouldn't know it yet but you were falling for this man, hard. And funny enough, you wouldn't know it either. He was falling for you just as much.
Jiyong hummed quietly as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Neither of you daring to move.
''I-...I think I love you'' You whispered.
The words came out like vomit, you almost wanted to take them back just as fast as they came out.
Until, a bright smile tugged at Jiyong's lips. Something you were not expecting. ''I think I love you to, Jagiya''
The excitement was too much. You sat up quickly, nearly hurting Jiyong as his dick slipped out of you. And as he laid beneath you now, you began your merciful kissing along his face.
He laughed, his beautiful laugh, trying to shield his face, ''Yah! y/n you're going to take out my eyes, I get it I get it. You love me''
With one last peck to the cheek, your lips trailed to his ears, nibbling on his earlobe before whispering, ''Let me know show you how much I love you''
His dick hardened once more against your leg. You slid him inside you, both of you moaning in unison. Jiyong's hands went straight to your lips, never letting you leave. ''Show me'''
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