synopsis: you’re in paris with your boyfriend jiyong.
warnings: smut, 18+, oral, praise, unprotected sex, a lot of fluff, aftercare.
a/n: based off my fav song on taeyangs new album ‘quintessence’ (which yall are WAYYY too quiet about by the way.) enjoy!
the lights of the stunning city of paris shimmered over the river as you leaned over the railing of the bridge you and jiyong had accidentally stumbled across on your late night walk that evening. the cool breeze swept across your cheeks, but the warmth of him behind you made you forget it about it immediately.
jiyong wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back against his chest gently and rested his chin comfortably against your shoulder. a small smile tugged at your lips at the familiar feeling, he’d brought you along to paris a lot but it never got old.
your eyes lit up as you pointed into the distance. “ji! look it’s the eiffel tower.” excitement filled your voice despite having seen it several times beforehand, paris with him felt softer and much warmer.
a quiet chuckle escaped his lips, vibrating against your shoulder as his fingers traced slow and careful circles against your stomach.
“mmm very beautiful jagi.” he murmured but you already knew he wasn’t talking about the view. you turned around in his arms and caught the way he was gazing at you, like the city didn’t even matter to him. his gaze was almost dreamy and it made your heart flutter.
“you’re staring ji.” you giggled.
a smirk spread across his face. “not like you mind it.” his voice dropped lower sending a rush of warmth onto your cheeks before he leaned down and kissed you softly.
your hands instinctively slid around his neck, fingers tangling in the longer hair at the nape of it. he’d been growing it out recently and you absolutely adored it and played with it whenever you could.
the kiss deepened naturally between you, unhurried whilst the paris wind swept through your hair and around the two of you. it felt unreal, like a scene from one of those romance movies jiyong always claimed he hated but watched them with you anyways.
he hummed softly against your lips as his hand wandered lower down to your ass, pulling you closer.
you laughed a little and pulled back before he got carried away. “not now jiyong let’s just go back.”
his lips formed an exaggerated pout immediately. “please?”
you scoffed trying to keep a straight face while he had that stupid expression on his face. “no puppy eyes, you’re old.”
he placed a hand on his chest, scoffing dramatically. “watch your mouth baby.”
“yeah, yeah.” you teased and grabbed his hand before he could complain further. “come on.”
he was still muttering under his breath but he let you drag him down the glowing streets of paris towards your hotel, his hand holding yours the entire time.
as you were walking you passed by a small street musician playing a slow melody on his violin and jiyong came to a halt.
you stopped too and blinked, confused. “what?”
he didn’t answer, just turned towards you and held out his hand. “dance with me.”
you stared wide eyed for a moment before laughing. “jiyong there’s literally no one else dancing.”
he shrugged. “so? we can start.”
before you could protest he gently pulled you closer as if you’d break and settled one hand on your waist, the other intertwined with yours. he slowly guided you into a lazy sway in the middle of the quiet paris street.
you had the biggest smile on your face, despite not wanting to dance moments ago. you noticed the moonlight had softened his features as he looked down at you with that loving gaze he always had with you and his messy hair falling into his eyes, making him look unreal as the music echoed around you.
it wasn’t perfect dancing, he was teasing half of the time stepping too close to hear you whine about it, but that made it even more special to you.
“you’re so cheesy.” you muttered, but you rested your head on his shoulder anyway.
“you love it though.” he smiled, and he wasn’t wrong.
he spun you around carefully, your laughter filling blending with the music in the quiet street. you carried on swaying under the full moon that had made an appearance tonight, the eiffel tower glittering in the distance.
eventually jiyong pressed a soft little kiss onto your forehead before lacing his warm hand with yours. “let’s go to the hotel now baby.” he sighed.
and so you walked back, stopping at a few small shops on the way, jiyong buying you everything you so much even looked at and you finally got back to the hotel.
you walked into your room flopping down onto the bed and jiyong immediately climbed on top of you, hands running over your curves and his lips finding yours in a messy kiss.
you grinded your body up into him as he embraced you and carried on kissing you, before trailing his hot lips down your neck and praising you in between every single one.
“my perfect girl.”
you threw your head back and sighed as he praised you like he meant it, and you knew he did.
“such a good girl for me.”
he said while kissing over your stomach making you shiver, his eyes looking up at yours.
you felt his hands brush at your waist band as he finished up with kissing and worshipping you like a god and before you knew it you felt his finger press down on your core through your panties.
“mm ji.” you whimpered as he started circling his finger tips gently on it.
“yeah, that feel good?” he murmured softly as he kissed your inner thighs gently as if rewarding you.
you fisted a bunch of his hair in your hand and moved his head closer to your aching clit. “please.”
“use your words sweetheart, what exactly do you want?” his voice still ever so soft.
you breathed heavily as he pressed his fingers more firmly over your clit. “eat me.” you whispered.
he didn’t waste a second before sliding your panties to the side, licking up the slick that was on your pussy already. “you taste so good baby.” was the last thing he said before licking inbetween your folds.
he went slowly at first, just gentle circles with the tip of his tongue before picking up his pace and you felt him start to trace out the letters of his name on your pussy with his tongue.
“who do you belong to.” he said raspily while going on to trace the letter ‘y’.
“fuck, you.” you said shakily, the pleasure over taking you.
“ah ah say my name. tell me exactly who you belong to.” he said sternly this time.
“jiyong, i belong to jiyong.” you groaned.
“good girl.” he cooed softly before tracing out the rest of his name with his tongue, making you shudder.
after some time of him playing around with his mouth you finally came all over his tongue and he swallowed as much as he could before gazing up at you with lustful, albeit soft, eyes and licked his swollen lips. god he looked sinful.
he gently flipped you so you were laying on your stomach and his gaze roamed over your bare back, taking in how your hips dipped and your back arched. “so fucking perfect and all mine.” he murmured before starting on the zipper of his pants.
he lined up his hard cock with your entranced and slowly pushed himself into you. he groaned softly before speaking to you. “you can take it baby, i know you can.” he muttered out. “be good for me.”
he praised as he thrusted a little bit harder into you but still making sure he was gentle. he pulled your hair into his hand and gently tugged your head back as he fucked you from behind.
his other hand hovered over your hip, the slight weight grounding you. “you feel so good.” you breathed out, burying your head into the pillow.
“mhm i know baby.” he grunted as he started fucking harder making you gasp. “fuck jiyong, faster.” you found yourself begging for more.
he ran his smooth hands over the soft skin of your bare back as he thrusted harder making a loud moan escape you. his touch, his cock buried inside you, god it was doing things.
he took his time with you, sometimes going slow to make it last and sometimes going fast to make it more pleasurable. the way he kept stopping and starting made the knot in your stomach tighten endlessly but you didn’t do anything about it, you secretly liked it.
“the sounds you make are so gorgeous jagi.” he whispered as you kept making little whines and moans. “and they’re all because of me.” he said before gripping your hips and sliding into you more.
you grinded back on him wanting to feel more friction and he threw his head back, making the hottest groan you’d ever heard in your life.
“fuck i’m close.” you whined as you felt him go faster. “go on baby let go for me hm.” he said roughly.
you finally let go with a loud cry and he came just after you did. you both stayed like that for a moment, taking in the euphoric feeling taking over. the dim hotel room, the warmth of your bodies, the distant smell of the vanilla candle in the corner of the room and jiyongs cologne. it was so peaceful.
he eventually pulled out and you turned to look at him. his gaze was no longer lustful but so full of love and care. “are you feeling okay baby.” he asked gently.
you smiled, your cheeks heating up a little as you saw how pretty he looked, he was absolutely glowing and his hair was damp and falling into his face making him look breathtaking. the soft look in his gorgeous brown eyes didn’t help either. “yeah i feel better than ever.” you spoke in a whisper.
he nodded and you both cleaned up after that, jiyong gently getting into a perfectly warm bath with you (that he ran ofcourse).
after he’d dried you off with the softest towel he could find, he gently tucked you in bed before climbing in next to you.
he laid back against the pillows next to you while you tucked yourself into his side, he wrapped one arm around you while the other played lazily with your fingers under the blanket.
your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heat as he rubbed your back gently. “good night baby.” he softly murmured.
“good night ji.” you whispered softly and you both fell asleep content, knowing you had eachother always and forever.
featuring: choi seung-hyun, kwon jiyong, and kang daesung
synopsis: it’s in the title! bigbang and head… their preference in receiving / giving + some other related hcs
warnings: 18+, smut. oral (m & f!receiving).
a/n: the way i literally need them all so bad based on this request! honestly i loved writing this😭 lmk if you guys have any more ideas for smutty hcs for bigbang... bc i personally have some that imma try to get to soon
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ choi seung-hyun
• preference: receiving. i don’t imagine seung-hyun as someone who’s very vocal during sex, but when you give him head it takes everything in him not to let out low, loud moans. he’ll tighten his grip on your hair to ground yourself.
• absolutely loves when you get messy with it— he finds it so hot. drool running down your chin, mascara smudged as you look up at him, and he just thinks you look so beautiful. also definitely loves it when you gag.
• he’s so so good at giving too. seung-hyun notices every small hitch of your breath, arch of your back, and soft whimper. that’s how he finds out what you like. also the type to finger you while he sucks on your clit.
⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 kwon jiyong
• preference: both, but i would say he probably likes receiving a little bit more (i know people are going to disagree with me on this but hear me out!!) he’s so subby (thank you ubermensch for this knowledge) so when you’re in control he loves it. push him on the bed, slowly undoing his pant buttons. your tongue teases one long strip over his length and his resolve literally crumbles.
• jiyong usually always lets you do your own thing, head leaned against the headboard and eyes fluttering shut because you’re so good at what you do. the type to hold your hair back for you (😛)
• so so good at giving though. jiyong could literally spend hours between your legs if you let him… and sometimes you do. he could’ve already made you orgasm twice, and he’ll still he begging for more.
“please, baby, just wanna taste you one more time…”
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ kang daesung
• preference: giving. he loves it when you sit on him— not only does it make him feel so strong but he also likes when you just use his mouth how you want to.
• eats you out because he wants to make you feel good. that means he loves it when you’re vocal because it shows him exactly what you like. also loves loves loves it when you pull on his hair a little bit.
• when you give him head, he’s also definitely very vocal. he loves eye contact, so he’ll gently tilt your chin up so that he can look at how pretty you look, and he’ll brush any pieces of hair out of your face that stick to your forehead. overall, just very sweet and gentle.
Notes:I’ve been wanting to write something about Big bang for a while, so I finally decided to do it.
And yes, I know Taeyang is married buuuuut I’m totally in love with this man, so please don’t judge me 😔
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Headcanons: T.O.P's Sexual Preferences (Choi Seung-hyun)
Sexual Personality
T.O.P is a master of restraint and intensity. He doesn't act on impulse — he waits, studies, and when he moves, it’s with absolute confidence.
There’s a quiet dominance in him. He speaks softly, almost teasingly, but his tone alone can make your knees weak.
Extremely private. He doesn’t just give himself to anyone. If he chooses you, it’s because he craves more than just pleasure — he wants to own your mind, body, and soul.
In bed, he's commanding but graceful. He worships elegance, even in lust.
Favorite Positions
Missionary with full eye contact: He holds your hands above your head, whispers things in your ear, and makes you feel completely his.
Over the edge: Bending you over a table or counter — he loves watching you grip the surface while he thrusts slowly but deeply.
You on your knees: Power dynamics are everything to him. He loves when you're obedient, looking up at him while pleasing him.
Lying face down (prone bone): Deep, full-body connection. He presses his chest to your back and breathes against your neck.
Against the wall: Lifts you up and fucks you while keeping full control. He loves your moans in his ear while your legs wrap around his waist.
Kinks & Desires
Control & power play: He loves obedience, rituals, and routines. Tells you what to wear under your clothes, when to touch yourself, how to behave.
Vocal submission: Wants to hear you beg, say his name, ask for permission. He feeds on your desperation.
Restraints: Leather cuffs, ropes, metal spreaders — he enjoys seeing you completely vulnerable.
Temperature play: Ice cubes on your skin, warm massage oil, the contrast drives him crazy.
Impact play: He has a collection of paddles, crops, and floggers. But he uses them with calculated precision and intense aftercare.
Oral fixation: Loves watching your mouth — kissing, sucking, moaning. Eye contact during oral drives him wild.
Mirror sex: Like G-Dragon, he enjoys watching — but more to control what you see of yourself.
Public teasing: Whispering filthy things in your ear at fancy events, fingers under the table, but never fully giving in until you're both desperate.
Possessiveness kink: Marking you with hickeys, bite marks, and cum. You’re his, and he makes sure you never forget.
Face fucking: Rough, commanding, but always with intense eye contact and praise after.
Aesthetic & Ambiance
Dim lighting, vintage jazz or classical music playing softly, and red wine by the bed.
He prepares the room like a scene: silk sheets, antique furniture, designer lingerie laid out for you.
His cologne lingers on the pillows, his voice echoes even after he’s silent. It’s an experience, not just sex.
Emotional Layer
He doesn’t say “I love you” easily — but shows it in how he holds you after, how he touches your face like you’re precious.
Will write poetry or philosophical notes about you, leave them tucked in your things without signing.
Protective to the point of obsession. If someone flirts with you, expect him to remind you later who you belong to — with his mouth, hands, and cock.
Roleplay & Scenarios
CEO x Secretary: You’re his perfect assistant, always at his mercy after hours.
Museum heist: You’re caught stealing art. He’s the enigmatic collector who punishes you privately.
Masked ball: He finds you in the crowd, dances with you once, then fucks you in the shadows behind the curtains.
Aftercare & Obsession
Cleans you up himself with warm towels. Dresses you in his shirt, pours you wine, runs you a bath.
Hums softly while brushing your hair. Kisses your temple over and over.
The next day, you’ll find flowers, jewelry, or a handwritten letter waiting for you.
Headcanons: G-Dragon's Sexual Preferences (Kwon Ji-yong)
Sexual Personality
G-Dragon is naturally sensual. Everything about him has a provocative air, from the way he looks at you to how he whispers in your ear. But at the same time, he has a mysterious, quiet side that hides very intense desires.
He's the type to observe before acting. He likes to analyze your tastes, your limits, your reactions... until you're completely surrendered.
He has a dominant aura, but elegant. He doesn’t need to shout, hit, or force. His control is subtle — a firm gaze, a calmly spoken command, a touch to your chin.
He’s not 100% dominant. He loves to tease, but he also loves being teased. If you can switch roles with style, he’ll melt for you.
Favorite Positions
Sideways (spooning): Loves feeling you close, gripping your waist and kissing your neck while thrusting slowly. His moans are whispered right in your ear.
Doggy style: Obsessed with this view — your back arched, your hair falling. He grabs your hips tight and goes deep.
You on top (cowgirl/reverse cowgirl): Finds it sexy to watch you in control. His hands on your thighs, biting his lips, watching you ride like art.
On different surfaces: Loves taking you on sinks, tables, dressing rooms, behind the stage. The more spontaneous and risky, the hotter.
Mirror sex: Gets off on watching you while he’s inside you. Makes you look at yourself and calls you his masterpiece.
Kinks & Fantasies
Praise kink: He LOVES to praise you. Whispers, "just like that, my girl... doing so good for me..." while fucking you slow.
Sensory control: Likes to blindfold you, use headphones with soft music, leaving you completely at his mercy.
Dirty talk + Korean: Whispers filthy things in Korean while you moan. His voice alone ruins you.
Exhibitionism / risk of getting caught: Gets turned on knowing someone could hear. Sex in green rooms, bathrooms, backstage is pure adrenaline.
Luxury toys: Owns a collection of fancy sex toys — remote-controlled vibrators, jeweled butt plugs, velvet cuffs.
Bondage: Likes tying you up with silk scarves or his own neckties.
Receiving oral: He moans a lot, grabs your hair, bites his lip. Loves cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow.
Giving oral with full focus: Will spend forever eating you out. Loves making you cum several times before even taking his clothes off.
Light spanking: Spanks your ass while you ride him. Loves watching your skin turn red.
Body worship: Obsessed with licking and kissing your neck, thighs, and inner arms.
Music during sex: Always plays a sexy playlist (usually R&B or unreleased songs he produced).
Atmosphere & Vibes
Dim lighting, woody cologne, black silk sheets.
Candles lit, soft music, and a perfectly prepared environment. He’s a perfectionist.
Makes you feel like a goddess in a movie: expensive lingerie, champagne by the bed, everything designed to spoil and fuck you.
Romantic-Hot Fantasies
Trip to a remote resort: Locks you up in a luxury suite just to spend the whole weekend fucking you.
Masquerade party: You go to a masked event and he pulls you into the bathroom, fucks you against the wall while you wear a long dress.
Filming you both: Has a fantasy of private sex tapes. Records you riding him and keeps it as his secret treasure.
Aftercare & Soft Side
After sex, he cuddles you, kisses your shoulder, strokes your hair, and hums softly.
Sometimes writes lyrics inspired by you after a steamy night.
Takes care of you: warm bath, soft robe, thigh massage, your favorite food in bed.
Emotionally-Charged Sex
For him, sex isn’t just physical. He stares into your eyes, craves connection, needs to see you feel it.
Loves when you cry from pleasure. Wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses you gently.
Says you inspire the rawest and most honest version of himself.
Headcanons: Taeyang's Sexual Preferences (Dong Young-bae)
Sexual Personality
Taeyang is romantic to the core. He’s the type that looks into your eyes during the entire act and makes love like it’s a song — slow, emotional, and deeply connected.
But don’t mistake softness for lack of intensity — when the lights go out, he becomes a man of deep hunger and instinct.
Faithful and focused. He’s the type that wants to worship only one person, and he’ll learn every inch of your body with dedication.
He’s naturally dominant in a loving way, with gentle hands and a firm voice. Never cruel — but always in control.
Favorite Positions
Missionary with hands intertwined: Loves kissing you deeply, moaning into your mouth, bodies perfectly in sync.
You on top (slow grind): Loves watching you take your time, seeing the expressions on your face as you move.
Against the wall (especially post-shower): The heat, the steam, the tension — he’ll lift you effortlessly and press kisses all over.
Face-to-face spooning: After a long day, slow and emotional. Foreheads touching, eyes fluttering, soft praise between thrusts.
On the floor, surrounded by candles/music: He likes creating an atmosphere. Sex with Taeyang feels sacred.
Kinks & Fantasies
Body worship: He kisses every inch of you, talks to your body like it’s a treasure.
Praise kink: “So beautiful... so perfect... I could stay inside you forever.” He makes you cry from how tender his words are.
Music kink: Likes slow R&B or even gospel-inspired tracks during sex. Has definitely written songs after nights with you.
Oral obsession: He takes his time with his mouth. Loves feeling you shiver under his tongue.
Edging: He will tease you until you're begging. “Just a little more, baby,” he says, voice velvet-smooth.
After-shower sex: He dries you off with a towel, kisses your shoulders, then fucks you slowly on the bathroom counter.
Lingerie kink: Soft lace, warm tones, pastel sets — he appreciates the beauty, and takes his time undressing you.
Marking: Hickeys where only he can see. Slight scratches on your back. Possessive, but never aggressive.
Spiritual energy play: Deep eye contact, meditative breathing, sex that feels like a soul-merge.
Atmosphere & Rituals
Low lights, soft music, warm blankets. He preps the bed like it’s a temple.
Always makes sure you’re emotionally and physically ready. He reads your body language like poetry.
Lights candles, whispers a blessing (or small prayer), then kisses your forehead before starting.
Emotional Connection
Sex is part of love for him. He’ll cry with you, hold you through it, smile into your kisses.
Afterwards, he thanks you. Literally. “Thank you for trusting me... for being mine.”
Loves being cuddled and giving forehead kisses while playing with your fingers.
Fantasies & Scenarios
Private concert: He sings a song just for you... then makes love to you slowly while still whispering lyrics.
Wedding night energy: Lights, silk sheets, soft champagne kisses. He’s deeply traditional in love.
Rainy night: You dance barefoot in the living room, then he slowly undresses you, leads you to the couch, and makes love to you with the sound of rain behind.
Aftercare & Devotion
Brings water, a warm towel, and pulls you onto his chest.
Stays up talking with you, stroking your hair, listening to your heartbeat.
Leaves post-it notes the next morning: “Last night was everything.”
Headcanons: Daesung's Sexual Preferences (Kang Daesung)
Sexual Personality
Daesung is charming, sweet, and always laughing… but behind closed doors, he’s surprisingly intense.
He’s the type that starts playful — tickling, teasing, making you laugh — but slowly becomes more serious, his voice lowering, touches deepening.
Very attentive. His biggest turn-on is seeing you happy, satisfied, and glowing from his touch.
He switches easily: sometimes goofy and clingy, other times dominant and focused.
Favorite Positions
Missionary with playful kisses: Starts with laughter, ends in slow, deep strokes and forehead kisses.
Doggy style with hair pulling: Loves when you arch your back and let him take control. Pulls your hair gently, just to hear your gasp.
Seated sex (on a chair, couch, etc.): He sits down and pulls you onto his lap — full-body contact, deep eye contact, lots of kissing.
On the edge of the bed: He kneels in front of you first for oral, then stands and enters you while gripping your thighs.
Standing up in the shower: Playful wet kisses, slippery bodies, water running down while he lifts you and presses you against the wall.
Kinks & Playful Sins
Laughter + teasing: He loves when you giggle during foreplay. Tickling your thighs, whispering silly things to make you squirm.
Praise & affection: Calls you beautiful constantly. “Look at you… so pretty like this… mine.”
Oral giving (enthusiastic): He worships your body with his mouth. Moans while going down on you. Holds your thighs and dives in.
Being watched: Lowkey exhibitionist. Loves the idea of being filmed, or of people suspecting what’s going on behind closed doors.
Hair pulling + neck kissing: Can’t resist kissing, biting and sucking your neck while gripping your hair gently.
Mutual masturbation: Loves watching you touch yourself, especially when he’s right there, stroking himself in sync.
Role reversal: Sometimes lets you be in control. Loves when you ride him and tell him how good he is.
Public teasing: Whispered jokes and subtle touches in public — always playful but with hidden fire.
Emotional & Safe Energy
Always checks in. “Too much? Want to stop? Are you okay?”
Will laugh and kiss you all over if something awkward happens — makes everything feel comfortable.
Sex with him feels like joy, connection, and release. It’s fun, hot, and full of trust.
Scenarios & Fantasies
Birthday surprise: You’re blindfolded, and he gives you a slow striptease while music plays. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”
Vacation hotel: Balcony sex at sunrise, his hands under your robe, both of you trying not to moan too loud.
Dance practice room: He locks the door, turns the lights low, and says, “I wanna see how flexible you are.”
Aftercare & Silly Cuddles
Immediately pulls you into his arms. “You okay? You were amazing.”
Brings snacks and water, makes stupid jokes to make you laugh again.
Loves falling asleep with you wrapped around him, your head on his chest, his hand tracing lazy circles on your back.
warnings: i yap way too much and go off topic. i genuinely think that's the only warning. like, i barely get to the actual headcanons. this is sooo messy. sorry to anyone who wanted actual headcanons, i don't have anyone to yap with, so im subjecting you all to it. maybe some suggestive stuff, but like, nothing crazy or explicit. i think i call taeyang slutty but like, it's not in a mean way, i promise. yes, i am daesung biased.
a/n: i've been a vip since 2015, but my obsession came back in full force after the mama performance. glad ya'll are coming to enjoy these old ass men like i do. also, im tryna make my posts more aesthetic. are we fucking with it or what?
more under the cut!
༺ jiyong
the og sugar daddy fr. TRUST when i say that this man will get you anything and everything you ask for. he is OBSESSED with you. even if you think it's too much, he's just like "who do u think i am? nothing is too much for u 😝" honestly, he's the sweetest guy. especially current-day jiyong. he likes to decorate your place with various paintings and projects that he's made himself. that being said- he doesn't just buy you beautiful expensive gifts- he also loves to gift you cool little handmade things, or one-of-a-kind items of clothing that he designed specifically for you. as for the future of you and him?? marriage?? kids?? living together forever and ever till death do you part?? maybe!! honestly, idk if mr. kwon jiyong is the type of guy to get married, but i think he deserves to be with someone who'll be there for the long run. whether that be marriage, or just a long-term partnership. i can also see him being a fantastic dad omfgggggg. literally every clip i've seen of him with kids, he just treats them so sweetly and gently, i just know he'd be the best dad 😭 so yeah, i luv him and he deserves the world.
༺ seunghyun
did someone say DILF MATERIAL???? (it was me, i did.) GUYS I WANT THAT OLD(er) MAN SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. okay, i know he's not that old but i'm like, 18. everyone is old to me. that is soooo besides the point, so imma just get into it. istg people are tryna paint this man as a domineering personality. but like... this guy is peak shy silly introvert. AND THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. I LOVE IT. i just know that this man would ask for your help putting together his outfits in the mornings he had a press conference or interview, and you'd hype him up and he'd get all shy and silly. (i'm going insane) now, if i remember correctly, i think i saw an interview of him saying that he doesn't want to have kids bc he doesn't think he'd be a good dad. but like...i think if he did have kids, he'd literally be the cutest dad everrrrrrr 😭 like, his kid would come home from kindergarten or whatever and show him a picture they colored, and he'd act like it was an absolute masterpiece and put in on the fridge and everything. also, i'm convinced that he'd be the best most romantic husband on the planet!! like, he'd go all out for anniversaries, and birthdays, and valentines day...like, he'd make reservations at a nice restaurant, buy you a beautiful sentimental gift, and KSJHGFLKJDGHODGUIHDGJKLDGJKD i just love thinking about him, but imma stop here so i don't yap for too long 🥲
༺ taeyang
min hyorin, i want your husband. okay, being fr though, we all know that taeyang is a ROMANTIC. THIS MAN IS A D1 YEARNER. he would do literally anything and everything for his partner. in the wise wise words of shinee, he's got romantic in his heart. frfr. honeslty, "headcanoning" him feels kind of strange, bc we already been KNOWN that this man is one of the best living examples of husband-material out there!! but for the sake of fanfic, we'll briefly cast out real-world knowledge from our minds. now, let me yap. this man is the type to wake you up in the morning with breakfast in bed and a kiss on the forehead. not even kidding. i just know he would. he wouldn't tell you the exact time and day he's coming home from tour, so him walking through the door can be a surprise for you every time (he'd come with gifts too, omfg) ofc marriage and kids are 100% on the table with him. now, it's easy to say that bc we all know that irl he has a beautiful little family. but in fanfic world, it still would be!! he's always given off family-man vibes to me, idk about ya'll! yeah, he stays slutting it out on stage, but knows where home is 🙏
༺ daesung
sometimes babygirl is a 35 year old man named kang daesung. for real though, if you've read my smaus about this man, you would know that i see him as a silly little millennial man who barely knows how to work a phone. (probably true, actually) now, don't get me wrong, he may be a silly little guy, but he is FINEEEEEE AS FUCKKKK. i can just imagine it now omfg, he's the type of guy to do the arm thing while backing out of a parking spot, ykwim?? like, where he'd put his arm over the back of the passenger seat and LEANNNNNN to look out the back window?? i think i'm just obsessed with his arms. it's okay. i'm okay. i can move on from this (i can't). now, i feel like this man is notorious for being the single most extroverted introvert on the planet. like, he's so hyped up and silly when he's filming his show and on stage, but then i imagine at the end of the day, he comes home, and just wants to be taken care of and cuddled. omfg. social battery DRAINEDDDDDD he's just like me frfr. speaking of coming home at the end of the day, did someone say HUSBAND MATERIALLL????? I DID. I DEFINITELY DID. i honestly think that although he's super goofy and out there, he might just be one of the top contenders for the top spot on the husband material tier list amongst these guys. i can just see him being wholly and completely devoted to his partner, learning to cook their favorite dishes, and treating them like they hang the sun and moon and all that. ALSO, absolutely would be a fantastic dad. like, he'd be the goofiest, sweetest, most understanding dad on the planet. also another that would support his kid in everything and anything they did. buying all the materials needed for whatever hobby or sport they're interested in, and cheering them on every step of the way. i can't go on any longer bc this will end up being WAY too long. but yeah. daesung rules.
the moment they knew they were in too deep
ft. GD, TOP, DAE
sfw , fluff
Jiyong
You and Jiyong had been together for a few months at this point. You'd known him and the group for many years by now, meeting them around the time the pandemic started to ease up. It wasn't something that had started right off the bat, no love at first sight, no sneaky glances across packed meeting rooms, just a simple, mutual understanding that eventually blossomed into something more.
It was one of those late nights after a long month of busy schedules, everyone gathered in the living room of Jiyong's house. It had become an easy place for everyone to come to, typically being the central point of where everyone was when the idea was sprung into the group chat.
You had been there a few times, sometimes just you two, but mostly with the group. Simply because, you were all busy. Jiyong with his music, his brand, and you with your own personal affairs. But it was comfortable.. minus one little detail.
His cats.
Jiyong's cats, Zoa and Iye, weren't the fastest when it came to warming up to new people. Before the two of you actually got together, you never really went to his house alone, there just wasn't really a need. And when multiple people were over? They preferred being tucked away, safe and sound in Jiyong's room away from the noise and chaos that typically ensued when everyone got together.
The night was progressing as it typically did, everyone watching anything they could come up with whether it be old performance videos, sappy romcoms, or just mindlessly chatting about everything that had been going on with their lives over a few drinks.
Everything was normal. Until Jiyong was coming back from the kitchen after fetching a fresh bottle of wine, the sight in front of him making him stop in his tracks.
You were laughing over something Daesung had said, your head tilted back, empty wine glass haphazardly held between your fingers. A pretty sight, of course. One he saw and appreciated all too often. But what made his heart flutter just a bit more in his chest? The two grey streaks that had managed to sneak out of their hiding places and nestle into your lap in the few minutes he was gone.
Your hand had found its way in between the ears of Zoa's head, nails lightly scratching her fur as she nudged your palm as Iye curled up in your lap, face tucked safely against the fabric of your sweater like they'd known you forever.
To anyone it would probably sound silly, but that was when any lingering doubts in the back of his mind disappeared, and he knew right then and there he'd found the one.
Seung-hyun
Seung-hyun had never been one to really fall in love, especially the past few years you had known him. After everything had happened with the group and he took a step back and he really took the time for himself, he could manage. That was when you two got together.
Sort of.
An official label had never been placed on what you had, but you were both content with that. For different reasons, but content nonetheless.
It had started off as simply supplying one another with company and comfort when one of you needed it, but slowly became a routine that the two of you had fallen into, even when neither of you quite needed it. You didn't have to say there was a label on it, you just both simply knew there was one, even if it hadn't been spoken yet.
But after a long day at the studio, stress etched into his bones over his upcoming album after so long away from the music scene, the last thing he was expecting when he walking into his house was the sight in front of him.
There you were, stirring a pot on the stove, still in the clothes you'd probably worn to work. He hadn't expected you over, not that he hadn't told you that you were free to come by when you pleased, even if he wasn't going to be home. But you never had.. until today.
"Oh you're back, I had some leftover kimchi from lunch today.. thought I'd make us some stew. Oh, and I brought you the donuts from the restaurant you like—they're in the microwave."
You said, glancing up with that warm smile you always gave him before returning back to the pot in front of you. Almost as if deep down, you knew he needed this—and he did. He really did.
Because you always knew, even if you didn't realize it yourself, and that made it all the more easier for him to realize he really did love you.
Daesung
In his eyes, you'd always been a tough one to read. Not harsh or unapproachable, just quiet. You tended to keep to yourself more than anything, your emotions expressed through actions rather than expressions and body language. But, everyone knew that man was a golden retriever trapped in a human body, he was hard to not like—and that energy was especially apparent around you. Which is how you found yourself with him more than you were alone at this point.
You two had been official for a few months by this point, but most considered you together for double that amount of time. When you'd first met the group it was on the set of one of his 'Zip Daesung' episodes, you having accompanied one of your group members who was his guest for that episode.
The connection was pretty much immediate, to say the least. Not instant infatuation, just something that felt right the second you two hit it off and he'd decided to ask you to be his a few months later. Sure, he had talked to his friends about loving you multiple times by now, but was he in love? He'd never felt that 'spark' everyone spoke about, so he couldn't really say for sure, he just figured he did. Until now, that was.
The latest episode had just finished being edited and a few of you were watching it over. He had been glancing over throughout the video, making sure his jokes were landing with the audience, checking to see if it was engaging—but around halfway through when his gaze landed on you again, he paused.
You had your feet up on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest where your chin rested, and you were just watching him on the screen. A small, fond smile tugging at your lips and a warmth in your eyes that he'd never seen so strong until now. Just you, simply admiring him in his element.
And it made something in his brain click. He didn't just love you, he really was in love with you—and he'd never been happier something had clicked in his life.
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Jiyong had never known true suffering until this moment.
He was horny.
Frustrated.
And ignored.
His phone burned in his grip, and every single unanswered call just mocked him.
It was past midnight, and he was stuck at this never-ending music video shoot, running on caffeine and fumes. The director was talking about re-shooting a scene, but he hadn't paid attention since your name lit up his phone.
[My Jagi] thinking about you
[My Jagi] what if I slipped my underwear off rn?
[My Jagi] you'd never know
[My Jagi] unless I just show you
Jiyong had stared at his screen.
His brain short-circuited.
His throat went dry.
His fingers twitched.
A beat of pure, filthy anticipation hit him like a truck.
His pulse skyrocketed.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fucking yes.
You were out clubbing tonight with your friends, dressed in that tiny little black dress he already told you was dangerous. And now you were thinking about him like that?
His body reacted immediately.
His grip on the phone tightened as he licked his lips, thumbs flying across the screen.
[Jiyong] Jagi… don’t play with me.
[Jiyong] Send it.
[Jiyong] Right now.
He hit send and waited.
Nothing.
He saw the little 'read' notification pop up.
No response.
His jaw clenched.
His knee bounced aggressively. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, suddenly too hot, too tense, too ready.
Okay. Fine.
He hit FaceTime.
Declined.
Jiyong blinked.
Oh, you were not about to do this.
He called again. Declined.
Once more.
Declined.
Jiyong exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, frustrated and painfully hard.
[Jiyong] Why aren’t you answering??
[Jiyong] Jagi you know what you do to me.
[Jiyong] Jagi
[Jiyong] JAGIYA
[Jiyong] PICK UP PLEASE JAGIYA
His crew was looking at him funny now, because he was barely holding it together.
The director called for him.
"Hyung, we’re ready for the next - "
"I need a break."
"…What?"
"FIVE MINUTES." Jiyong was already jogging off set, fisting his hands through his hair.
Door. Slammed. Locked.
He immediately called you again.
You. Finally. Answered.
"Thank god," he exhaled roughly, one hand already on his belt, unbuckling.
Your giggle only made things worse.
"Switch to FaceTime," he ordered, fumbling with the zip of his trousers. "Your reception must be terrible, I’ve been trying to call you - You know what? It’s fine. All I need is your voice, baby."
Your giggles continued, light and teasing.
"Ji…"
"Just talk to me, hmm? Keep me company while I - "
"It was just a prank!"
Jiyong froze.
His hands stopped moving.
His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes narrowing as he processed what you just said.
"…What?" His voice was deadly.
You giggled again, like this was some kind of game.
"I was just thinking about you while waiting for my friend in the bathroom," you admitted, voice still so sweet, so innocent, like you hadn’t just ruined his high.
Jiyong stared blankly at the wall.
His entire body was hot, tense, throbbing, and ready to explode.
"You…" His voice dropped to a low growl. "You were just pranking me?"
"Mhm."
He inhaled deeply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter.
"Okay…" His voice was dangerously calm. "But… can we have phone sex right now?"
"Jiyong! You're supposed to be working."
He groaned and tipped his head forward, hair falling onto his forehead.
"Baby, please. I can’t go back out there like this. You did this to me. Take responsibility."
"No way," you laughed. "Get back to work!"
He sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair.
"But I can’t leave this bathroom right now...Like this."
You giggled again, and he swore he was going to lose his damn mind.
"Okay, fine, I can help with that," you hummed, suddenly switching to a sweet, soothing tone.
He perked up again, readying himself.
"Think of… my dad."
Jiyong face scrunched up. Had he heard you correctly?
"Do - do you mean me?"
"Jiyong! No! Stop thinking like that. Oh, oh, wait, I forgot to tell you that I crashed the lambo the other day."
"Huh?"
"Oooh okay, this is a good one... do you remember that one time you saw Youngbae in a thong - "
"FUCK - NO! No, no, no - " Jiyong slapped a hand over his face, groaning in agony. "Oh Jagi why..."
You cackled.
He exhaled slowly, finally feeling himself calm down.
"Okay," he said smoothly, composing himself. "I’m ending this shoot early and picking you up."
"What? Ji - "
"Nothing's better than the real thing anyway."
And then he hung up
𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪
Seunghyun (TOP)
The dinner party was elegant.
Classy.
Polished.
Everything about the atmosphere demanded propriety - low lighting, soft music, the occasional tinkling of a champagne flute against crystal.
And then there was him.
Seunghyun stood across the room in a fitted suit, laughing softly at something someone had just said. One hand in his pocket, his posture lazy and elegant, while the other nursed a glass of wine. He looked unreal - like sin disguised in sophistication.
And he knew it.
You’d been keeping things quiet between you two.
For now.
Late nights. Shared cars. Rooms booked under fake names.
There was something deliciously addictive about the secrecy.
About knowing that no one else at this party had a clue that the two of you had practically torn each other's clothes off in the backseat of his car just last week.
And tonight? He hadn’t even said a word to you yet.
Just watched.
Every time you caught his eye across the room - which was often - it was like he was touching you without moving an inch.
Like he could feel the heat under your dress with just a glance. The way his tongue ran slowly across the inside of his cheek was obscene.
And he knew it.
So you decided to push the game further.
Sliding your phone discreetly under the table, you typed a message:
[My Princess] Thinking about the last time you touched me...
[My Princess] I still have the marks to remember
You hit send. Sat back. Watched.
He didn’t move.
He kept talking, eyes lazily flicking back to you like he could hear your thoughts. He wasn’t even reaching for his phone. Not even a glance.
You crossed your legs slowly, letting your heel dangle just enough to catch his attention again. Then, when he locked eyes with you for the tenth time, you gave him the subtlest little signal - a nod toward the phone in your hand.
Still nothing.
Instead, he excused himself from the conversation and walked straight across the room, every step deliberate and slow, his expression unreadable - except for the heat in his eyes.
He stopped beside your chair, leaned down low enough that only you could hear him, and said with a quiet, deep rasp,
“From the way you’ve been looking at me tonight… I think I already know what you want.”
Your pulse fluttered in your throat.
“I sent you a message,” you murmured, squeezing the device in your hand,.
He smiled - and it wasn’t a kind one.
“I’ll save that for later,” he said, straightening his cuff like he wasn’t about to do something reckless. “I want to see something else right now.”
You blinked. “Right now?”
He smirked and cocked his head towards the door.
And then you were slowly following him - heels clicking through the hallway like a warning bell - until the two of you slipped through the door of a sleek, dimly lit guest bathroom.
The lock clicked.
His hands were on you immediately.
“You think you can just sit there, looking at me,” he whispered against your neck, lips dragging fire across your skin. “Like I wouldn’t come take you?”
You didn’t have time to reply before his mouth was on yours, hungry and possessive, while his fingers found the hem of your dress and dragged it up your thighs with purpose.
He groaned at the feel of lace beneath, low and guttural, pressing against you like he might lose control right there.
It was a blur - heat, hands, soft gasps, the dull thud of your back against the door. Seunghyun was always gentle in public but in private...
He ruined you.
By the time he laid a final kiss to the corner of your mouth and straightened your dress, his breath was heavy and slow, lips flushed, and hair just slightly disheveled.
His fingers grazed your thighs one last time before he bent and pocketed something with a smirk.
You looked down - your panties were gone.
“Souvenir,” he murmured.
You gave him a lazy, smug smile. “What about the message?”
He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Oh, I'm saving that for later too,” he said casually, slipping it back in his pocket.
And when you both walked back into the party - a little flushed, a little dishevelled - no one said a thing.
But Seunghyun?
He kept one hand in his pocket the whole night, two fingers grazing the lace of your panties and the memory of what he’d just done… already counting down the minutes until he could drag you into his bed and read your message - with you under him this time.
𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪
Daesung (D-Lite)
You sent the text as a joke. Half teasing, half playful flirt - the kind of thing meant to fluster him.
[My Baby] i miss your smile
[My Baby] also your mouth
[My Baby] mostly your tongue xx
You hadn’t expected much. Maybe a flustered reply, a few emojis, or one of his classic babyyyy voice notes.
But Daesung?
He took it seriously.
Like romance movie seriously.
While you were out grabbing drinks with friends, the man went into full preparation mode. You had no idea - you were sipping cocktails and laughing with your phone tucked away in your bag. Meanwhile, at home, Daesung was setting the scene.
Candles lined the hallway. Soft music playing from the speakers. Clean sheets, freshly fluffed pillows, dimmed lights. He even sprayed your favourite pillow mist on the bed.
By the time everything was set, he’d changed into his comfiest grey tee and sweatpants - the ones you always reached for when he wasn’t home - and laid on the couch to wait.
He sent you a quick response, eagerly staring at his phone screen for your answer.
[Dae] I'm waiting whenever you're ready baby
Except... you were taking a little longer than expected.
An hour passed. Then another.
He checked his phone for notifications from you. Then again.
Still no response.
Then he curled up under the throw blanket, watching the front door with keen eyes. Still determined. Still hopeful.
By the time you finally stepped into the house - heels in hand, hair a little windblown from the night air - you were greeted by flickering candlelight and music.
Your heart stuttered.
“...Dae?” you called out gently.
No answer.
You peeked around the corner and found him curled up on the couch, fast asleep, arms tucked under his head.
You blinked, suddenly remembering the message you’d sent hours earlier.
“Oh dear…”
Quietly, you walked over, kneeling beside him as your fingers brushed a soft strand of hair off his forehead.
He stirred a little, eyes fluttering open.
“You’re home,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Wait... you're home!”
He sat up suddenly, blinking away tired eyes as he hurriedly struggled to yank his shirt over his head.
You smiled and admired his sculpted body flexing with the erratic movement. “Wow, you really set the mood, huh?”
"I had candles." He cast a quick glance to the melted wax. They were burning low now, lighting the room with a dim golden glow.
“Oh no. No, no, no - ” he whispers, standing and sweeping his hair back with a frustrated groan. “I was gonna surprise you, babe, I swear I had it all planned - ”
You laugh, standing to meet him, fingers brushing his bare chest. “You fell asleep with the candles lit? You’re lucky this house is still standing.”
He pouts, gaze sheepish. “I didn't mean to fall asleep...”
“I know,” you say softly, eyes trailing across his torso, the faint tan lines, the dip of muscle that disappears beneath his sweats. “You've been so exhausted lately."
He leans in, arms winding around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.
His voice is thick with sleep.
“I can still salvage it. Give me five seconds - just need to light the other candle again and maybe take my pants off, or yours - ”
“Hey,” you cut in, fingers sliding under his chin to tilt his gaze back to yours, “I can see you’re tired, baby.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you silence it with a slow press of your lips.
“Let me take care of you tonight.”
Daesung stills - brows drawn slightly together, always the giver, always the one chasing your breath, your sighs, your high - but the way your voice dips low with promise, the way your hands skim his hips with purpose…
It’s enough to have him melt, breathing out a quiet, “Yeah… okay.”
He lets you take his hand and guide him to the bedroom.
And maybe he fell asleep on his big plan.
But this - you, pulling his sweats down with reverence and climbing into his lap like you’ve waited all night just to wreck him softly -
This is better than anything he could’ve ever prepared.
𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪
for the amazingly wonderful @infinetlyforgotten im sorry its taken me so longgg my lovely 😮💨
i dont usually write sexy texts so i was STUMPED 🤣 but please enjoy and let me know if you want me to re-do it!
summary: after opening up about his crush on you, you get invited as a guest on daesung's youtube channel. now neither of you can let this real opportunity slip by...
word count: 3829
tags: fluff; flirting, teasing, innuendos, jiyong and youngbae being little shits
ao3 link
Daesung should have known better than to let Ji-yong and Youngbae team up against him.
It started out as a normal Zip Daesung episode—just three old friends gathered around a table, eating delicious food, and reminiscing about their careers. But then, somewhere between bites of grilled meat and playful jabs at each other’s fashion choices, the conversation took a turn.
“So,” Ji-yong leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who’s your dream guest for this show?”
Daesung hummed, tapping his chin in thought. “Dream guest? That’s tough… I mean, I’d love to have so many people on.”
Youngbae smirked. “Oh, come on. Just one name.”
Daesung hesitated, but then a name slipped out before he could stop himself. Yours. Ji-yong and Youngbae immediately exchanged a look.
“Ohhh?” Ji-yong’s lips curled into a smirk. “That’s your pick?”
Daesung frowned, already regretting speaking. “What? She’d be a fun guest!”
“You think it would be fun?” Youngbae practically cackled, slapping his knee. “You’ve been crushing on her for years.”
Ji-yong gasped dramatically. “Wait—years?”
Daesung turned red instantly. “I never said—”
“Man, don’t even try to deny it!” Youngbae cut in, grinning. “Every time her name comes up, you get all weird. You talk about her performances like she personally invented music. And don’t even get me started on that one time you—”
Daesung lunged forward. “Shut up!”
Ji-yong was laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes, he then moved to nudge Youngbae. “This is amazing. Should I play matchmaker again? You both know I have a good track record.”
“It’s not like that!” Daesung’s protests fell on deaf ears.
Ji-yong held up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We get it. She’s cool, talented, really good-looking—”
“I hate you both.”
“You won’t for much longer…”
Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the end of it. The internet saw everything—especially your fans. The moment the episode aired, they latched onto it like detectives uncovering a major scandal. Within hours, social media was flooded with reactions, memes, and demands for you to appear on his channel. Fans dissected every second of his flustered reaction, zooming in on the way his ears turned red, looping the moment he choked on thin air, and outright begging you to make it happen.
Your heart sped up and ached at the thought of it, in fact. You have met Daesung a couple times, but only in passing at various awards shows before getting swept away within a minute or two by demanding managers, and even more demanding schedules. So the thought of being able to sit down and talk properly—intentionally—with him? It was everything to you. If only your schedule wasn’t so—
“You’re doing Zip Daesung soon, by the way.”
You paused mid-sip of your drink, finally snapping out of your thoughts, and staring at your agent across the table. “I’m sorry—what?”
She barely looked up from her tablet, scrolling through your upcoming schedule. “They sent the invite. I confirmed.”
You blinked. “You what?”
“They wanted you on. You’re free that day. It’s happening.” She finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You like Daesung, don’t you?”
That was besides the point.
“I just—” You bit your lip, barely stopping the smile threatening to form. “I mean… have you seen what’s been happening online?”
“Oh, I’ve seen it. The clip of him getting teased? Adorable. The fans demanding this episode? Hilarious. And let’s not forget G-Dragon himself declaring the fact that he’s a matchmaker.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“You’re smiling.”
You immediately wiped the grin off your face. “No, I’m not.”
She just snorted. “Sure. Anyway, I already let the show know you’ll be there. They’re excited. Daesung is definitely excited.”
You exhaled, shaking your head. “You’re evil.”
“I prefer efficient.” She glanced back at her tablet. “Now, do you want me to send a standard confirmation, or should I let them know you’re looking forward to seeing Daesung blush in person?”
You shot her a look.
She grinned. “I’ll keep it professional. But you are going to have fun with this, right?”
You picked up your drink again, a slow smirk forming. “Oh, absolutely.”
A couple weeks later, the day had finally arrived. You stepped out of the car, adjusting your outfit as you took in the cozy restaurant set up. Warm lighting, carefully arranged cameras, and the familiar hum of production staff moving around filled the space. Everything looked inviting, intimate—perfect for casual conversation over a meal. Perfect for messing with him.
One of the production assistants came out to happily greet you, leading you inside and attaching a lapel microphone to your collar as they informed you how excited the man of the hour was excited to see you. Of course he was. Naturally, you were too. Not that you said anything more than a polite return of the compliment.
The cameras were already rolling when you walked in. Daesung sat at the table, holding up a sleek bottle, mid-sentence in what was clearly a sponsorship plug. His voice was smooth and confident as he looked straight into the camera. “…which is why this is the perfect drink to enjoy with any meal. It’s refreshing, healthy, and, most importantly—”
Then, his eyes landed on you, and everything fell apart.
His grip on the bottle tightened. His words stalled, lips parting slightly like his brain had just short-circuited.
Somewhere off to the side, you heard a quiet whisper. “Oh my God, did you see that?”
Another voice, barely stifling laughter: “He’s doomed.”
You paused for a second, glancing around. The restaurant set was dimly lit for ambiance, and beyond the bright filming lights, you couldn’t quite make out the source of the voices. Probably some staff members who were getting a kick out of his reaction.
You smirked, stepping forward as the cameras captured everything. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt.”
Daesung blinked rapidly, scrambling to recover. “N-No, it’s fine! I was just—uh—finishing up.” He turned back to the camera, clearing his throat like that would somehow fix everything. “Anyway, be sure to check it out. I highly recommend it.”
With extreme focus, he set the bottle down—carefully, like he was afraid even the slightest wrong move would send it flying across the table.
Another whisper floated through the air. “He’s gripping that bottle like it’s a lifeline.”
You resisted the urge to look around again, choosing instead to slide into your seat across from him, resting your chin in your hand. “You sure? You seemed really into that.”
His laugh came out slightly too high-pitched at first, but then something shifted. His shoulders relaxed just a little, and suddenly, there was a glint in his eye.
“I mean,” he mused, tilting his head, “I was into it. But I wasn’t expecting you to be this early.”
You raised a brow. “Oh?”
Daesung leaned back slightly, a slow smile forming. “Yeah. I thought I had more time to prepare.”
You blinked, caught off guard for the briefest second. You’d come in expecting him to be the flustered one—but now? Now, he was looking at you like you were the one who needed to catch up.
And damn it, that was actually kind of attractive.
Another whisper from the shadows. “Did he just—?”
“Oh, he’s fighting back. This is getting good.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly, ignoring the voices as you smirked at Daesung. “Oh, I see how it is. You needed time to brace yourself.”
“Something like that.”
Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, you’d just have to turn it up a notch. You leaned in slightly, voice softer. “Well… I hope you like surprises.”
“Oh, I love surprises,” he said smoothly, voice dipping just enough to make it clear he was enjoying himself. “Especially when they walk into the room before I’ve had a chance to properly welcome them.”
“Is that your way of saying you would’ve rolled out the red carpet if I was a little later?”
“No, that’s my way of saying I would’ve had time to mentally prepare before you walked in and completely threw me off.”
“You know, I’m starting to think you wanted to be caught off guard.”
Daesung leaned forward just a little, mirroring your posture. “And why would I do that?”
Your smirk deepened. “Maybe because you like it when I have the upper hand.”
For a split second, you saw something flicker across his face—something dangerously close to intrigue. But before you could claim victory, he exhaled through his nose in a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re quick,” he mused. “But…” He tapped his fingers against the table, eyes flickering over you before locking back onto yours. “I do like a challenge.”
Your breath caught just slightly—not enough for the cameras to notice, but enough for him to see it.
Oh. Oh.
So that’s how he wanted to play it.
Another whisper, nearly choked with laughter. “They’re just flirting at this point.” “Just wait till the food actually gets here.”
You still couldn’t quite see who was whispering, but you had an idea. Not that it mattered. Because right now, Daesung was looking at you like he was enjoying every second of this, and damn it—so were you. Game on. A small pause settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward—it was charged, humming with amusement and something else you weren’t ready to name yet. Daesung’s eyes still held that playful glint, a quiet challenge lingering between the two of you, but before either of you could push it further, the soft clink of dishes being placed on the table shifted the moment.
The restaurant staff had begun setting down the first course, steam rising from the carefully plated dishes. The rich aroma of broth, spices, and grilled meat filled the air, making your stomach tighten in anticipation.
Daesung exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he picked up his chopsticks. “Alright, before we accidentally turn this into a staring contest, let’s eat.”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Sure, let’s call it accidental.”
His lips quirked, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured toward the dish in front of you. “Do you like this? I asked them to include some of your favorites.”
Your brows raised slightly, pleasantly surprised. “You did?”
He hummed, grabbing a piece of meat and dipping it into sauce. “Of course. I did some research, you know. I couldn’t invite you on and not at least pretend to be a good host.”
There was a teasing edge to his tone, but the thoughtfulness behind it made warmth bloom in your chest.
You picked up your chopsticks, giving him a small smile. “I appreciate it. That’s very…” You paused, tilting your head. “Dare I say—charming of you?”
Daesung chuckled, shaking his head. “You could say that. Or you could just admit you’re impressed.”
“I’m slightly impressed,” you admitted, picking up a bite of food and tasting it. The flavors melted on your tongue, perfectly balanced. “Okay, more than slightly. This is really good.”
He grinned, clearly satisfied. “See? And you doubted me.”
“I never doubted you.” You gestured with your chopsticks. “I just assumed you’d be more focused on trying to make me flustered than actually making sure I enjoyed the meal.”
His laugh came easy this time, smooth and genuine. “Who says I can’t do both?”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
The conversation slipped into an easy rhythm as the two of you ate, teasing remarks woven between casual questions about schedules, recent projects, and shared industry experiences. It felt natural—comfortable, despite the bright filming lights and the knowledge that thousands of people would be watching this later. Even the quiet murmurs from the shadows—who you still hadn’t identified—faded into the background as you found yourself getting lost in the push and pull of conversation.
Daesung was witty, effortlessly charming, and heart-warmingly attentive, making sure your plate was never empty and that you were comfortable. While the playful teasing never fully disappeared, there was something undeniably genuine underneath it all. And that? That was even more dangerous than the flirting.
You twirled your chopsticks between your fingers, watching Daesung as he took a bite of food. He was comfortable now, smiling easily as he spoke, completely in his element. The earlier nerves had faded, replaced by his usual warm charisma. Naturally, you had to ruin that.
You set your chopsticks down, leaning forward just enough to make him notice. “You know…” you mused, tilting your head. “I have to admit, I was really looking forward to this.”
Daesung’s chopsticks paused mid-air. He blinked, processing your words before offering an amused smirk. “Oh? My show, or… me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
His eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to play along. But then you reached for your drink, casually taking a sip as you let your words sink in.
That’s when you saw it. The slight shift in his expression—the way his fingers tightened around his chopsticks just a little too much, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips like he was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had gotten.
Got him.
He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he picked up a piece of meat and placed it on your plate. “Eat. You’re getting too confident.”
You let out a soft laugh. “What? I can’t compliment my charming host?”
His jaw tightened for the briefest second, but then he exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “You are dangerous.”
You popped the bite of food into your mouth, chewing with exaggerated innocence. “Oh? I thought you liked a challenge.”
He let out his own breathy laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “I do.”
“You sure?” Your cheeks were almost starting to hurt with how long you’ve been smiling. “Seems to me like you could have used that mental preparation.”
As much as you enjoyed getting under his skin, there was something equally enjoyable about watching him find his rhythm again. He wasn’t flustered so much as he was enjoying this—meeting you beat for beat, letting the conversation slip into a smooth back-and-forth that neither of you had to think too hard about. A natural rhythm. A comfortable challenge.
Daesung picked up another piece of food and placed it on your plate, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Eat. I’d rather not lose to you on an empty stomach.”
You let out a soft chuckle, picking up the bite he’d given you. “Fair enough. Wouldn’t want you to tap out too early.”
His grin widened. “Oh, don’t worry. I never tap out early.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Daesung’s smile faltered for just a second. A single second of realization.
Then—
A sharp, choked sound came from somewhere off-camera. A full-bodied laugh followed, then a chair scraped against the floor as someone collapsed with laughter.
Daesung instantly straightened in his seat and frantically waved his hands, his ears turning bright red as his brain clearly scrambled for a way out. “No, no, wait! That is not what I meant! I just meant—I meant that I—I don’t give up easily! Like—I keep going! I mean, not like that! Not that I wouldn’t—wait, no, that’s not—”
The more he talked, the deeper he sank, and the moment he clamped his mouth shut, realizing the hole he’d dug for himself—
A loud, dramatic sigh.
“Alright, that’s enough,” a voice announced, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps.
Before Daesung—or you—could react, two figures emerged from the shadows, stepping into the frame like they owned the place. Ji-yong and Youngbae. Cackling. Absolutely delighted.
The crew lost it.
“Sorry, we couldn’t let this continue,” Ji-yong said, slapping a hand onto Daesung’s shoulder while grinning ear to ear.
“Yeah,” Youngbae added, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “He was drowning. We had to step in.”
Daesung let out a very real groan, dropping his head into his hands. “Oh my—”
You, meanwhile, just sat back and watched, thoroughly entertained. “So that’s where those whispers were coming from.”
Ji-yong smirked, winking. “You’re welcome.”
Daesung shot them a look. “I hate both of you.”
“No, you don’t,” Youngbae jumped in.
Ji-yong leaned in, elbowing Daesung. “So. You never tap out, huh?”
Oh, this was the best decision you’d ever made.
What was once a standard episode of Zip Daesung had quickly unraveled into something much less structured—and far more chaotic.
Ji-yong and Youngbae made themselves comfortable, as if they’d been invited rather than having quite literally crashed the shoot. Youngbae, in true older-brother fashion, took it upon himself to steal bites of Daesung’s food, nodding in faux approval as if he were a judge on a cooking show. Ji-yong, on the other hand, leaned forward with his chin in his palm, shooting you knowing glances every time Daesung so much as looked in your direction.
Daesung, to his credit, tried to regain control of the show.
Tried.
But every time he attempted to steer the conversation back to the meal, the questions, anything remotely professional, one of his so-called friends would derail it entirely.
“Oh, let’s talk about your crush,” Ji-yong had said at one point, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. “You know, the one you definitely don’t have.”
“Yeah, how’s that working out for you, buddy?” Youngbae added, far too pleased with himself.
Daesung nearly knocked over his drink.
“I mean… they do have a point.” You noted.
Daesung gave up.
He slumped back in his chair, sighing so deeply you thought he might just melt into the floor. “This is my own show. I invited you. And yet, here I am, suffering.”
Ji-yong patted his back. “Yeah, but it’s great content.”
By the time the meal neared its end, the restaurant was filled with laughter, empty dishes, and a camera crew that had long since given up on maintaining any sort of structure. What had started as a playful, casual interview had turned into a full-fledged comedy special. Eventually, the director called it a wrap.
Daesung exhaled, slumping forward onto the table.
You chuckled, stretching slightly. “That was fun.”
“For you, maybe,” Daesung muttered, glaring at his so-called friends. “I just lost all credibility.”
Ji-yong smirked. “Oh, you never had any to begin with.”
Youngbae stood, stretching with a grin. “Alright, we’ll get out of your hair now. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”
Daesung’s jaw clenched. “That’s literally not helpful.”
Ji-yong just winked before the two of them disappeared into the background, still chuckling to themselves.
As the crew packed up, Daesung rubbed his temples, exhaling deeply. “I am never letting them anywhere near my show again.”
“I don’t know… I think they added a nice touch.”
“Of course you do.”
With the cameras off and the crew packing up, the once-buzzing atmosphere simmered into something quieter, more intimate. The overhead lights were dimmer now, casting a warm glow over the table where you and Daesung still sat.
And yet, for all the teasing and easy banter, something in him had shifted. He was quieter. Fidgeting. Stealing glances at you, then looking away just as quickly. You noticed, of course. How could you not? The normally playful and effortlessly charming Daesung was suddenly hesitant, almost unsure—like something was on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. You waited, giving him the space to speak. But the words never came.
Instead, he exhaled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… I guess I should walk you out.”
You tilted your head slightly but didn’t push. “Alright.”
The two of you stood, gathering your things as the last bits of the production crew wrapped up. A few of them shot you knowing looks—they had clearly been hoping for something more to happen on camera—but they said nothing as you made your way toward the exit.
The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside. The streets were quieter now, the neon signs of Seoul humming softly against the darkness. You turned slightly toward him, offering a small smile.
“Well, thanks for having me,” you said, keeping your tone light. “Even if your show got completely hijacked.”
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, that was… something.”
A beat of silence passed.
For a moment, it seemed like that was it—that he was just going to let you leave. That the teasing, the lingering glances, the undeniable tension had all been in your head. And then—
“Wait.”
His voice was quieter now, less sure, but there was urgency in it.
You turned back just as he took a step closer, rubbing his hands together like he was working up the nerve for something.
“I—” He exhaled sharply, then met your gaze, determination flickering behind his warm eyes. “Would you… wanna make a real date out of this?”
Your breath caught.
For the first time tonight, the teasing stopped. Your mind blanked for a split second, heart skipping an unsteady beat. A real date?
You searched his expression, almost in disbelief. He noticed it immediately—the way your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag, the way your lips parted like you weren’t quite sure you’d heard him right. The way your usual playful, effortless confidence wavered just a little. Just like that, his entire demeanor softened.
He let out a quiet chuckle, stepping just a bit closer. “What?” His voice was warm, teasing, but gentle. “Did I break you?”
You blinked, snapping out of it. “I—” You cleared your throat, shaking your head. “No. Just… I thought maybe after tonight you’d—”
You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even saying it.
“What? Change my mind?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Please. You think I went through all that just to let you get away?”
You stared at him, still thrown, and that was when he really saw it—genuine nerves flickering across your face, the disbelief that he actually wanted this for real. Wanted you.
Something in him melted. Then, just as quickly, his signature grin returned.
“Wow.” He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You were so smooth five minutes ago. Where’d all that confidence go?”
Your jaw dropped. “Oh, shut up—”
“No, no, I liked that!” He grinned, pointing at you. “Should I make you nervous more often? You’re kinda cute like this.”
“I hate you.”
“Still wanna go on a date with me, though?”
“Unfortunately.”
Daesung laughed, bright and full, and you rolled your eyes before finally letting your own grin slip through.
“Alright,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, still watching you with something undeniably fond in his gaze. “Then let’s go.”
mtl munch status (or: oral hcs) 18+
ft. GD ‧ DAE ‧ TOP ‧ YB
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐀𝐄 (MOST LIKELY)
the most romantic man in intimacy, sometimes you can’t believe he’s even real.
dotes on you constantly; calls you beautiful when you’re breathless, holds your hand while you fall apart. whispers praise on your inner thigh, kisses your clit before he goes down on you.
attentive to every spot that makes you shiver, every motion that has you whining more. he knows your body better than you do.
being beneath you, making you come undone with his mouth, is how he shows his love and devotion. your pleasure is his pleasure too.
he’s a long-term lover sooo … he must be doing something right.
𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍
with how fast he’s able to move his mouth when he raps, you best believe that translates to how he eats you out too.
a giver first and foremost. has his boundaries for showing skin and physical touch, so he thrives in bed when the focus isn’t on him.
don’t be fooled by his silly demeanour— it drops instantly once you’ve turned him on. he’s not joking anymore when he slides you to the edge of the bed, tongue wetting his lips with eyes hooded over.
with long limbs and a strong grip, he’d pin you down effortlessly, caging your waist in with his arms while he eats you out like he’s starving.
loves watching you writhe and beg to return the favour, and he’ll just chuckle lowly, mouth latching back onto your clit until your nth orgasm.
𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆
all sunshine in public: sweet smiles, bashful laughs. but behind once you’ve got him going, that switch flips behind closed doors real fast.
this man is a tease. keeps you in a constant state of hovering on the edge, needy and whining, but never quite falling. not until he decides you’ve earned it.
the control of it all is what gets him going— he lives for the way your body trembles, how you beg with glossy eyes and breathless pleas for more. and it’s completely up to him to give you that.
he’d go down on you with a deliberate and slow tongue, taking his sweet time while your thighs shake around him. he wants you just about ruined, but not satisfied. not without his turn yet.
but just praise him. pull his hair. coo how handsome he is while down there with a tug on his scalp, and he’ll forget all about himself— eating you out till you’re seeing stars.
𝐉𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 (LEAST LIKELY)
he works too hard— always leading, performing, creating. so when it’s just the two of you, he wants to let go. be taken care of.
he can and will go down on you. he’s good and he knows it— teasing, smug, careening between fast and slow enough to drive you crazy.
your pleasure turns him on too and he feels pride in it. he loves attention, so it’s not like he’s turn down the chance to have you screaming his name with just his tongue (which yes, he uses well, main rapper and all).
but if you’re asking? he’d rather pull you over his face, hands behind his head, smirking while you ride his mouth.
it’s a sight to behold, watching you use his face to get off. and once you’re winded down, if you pull his pants down to return the favour? he won’t be lasting long.
notes: kinda shite but we move
based off this ask
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