Martin would complain instantly the second your teeth sink into his cheek.
“Heeey, that actually hurt!”
You start laughing against his shoulder and he narrows his eyes at you dramatically, rubbing his cheek like you seriously wounded him.
“So this is how you treat your boyfriend now?”
Before you can answer, his hands are already moving to your sides. The second he starts tickling you, you immediately try to push him away, laughing harder.
“Martin stop—”
“Nope. Too late.”
He grins while you squirm around in his arms, fully enjoying your suffering.
“You bite me, I fight back.”
Juhoon would completely freeze after it happens.
You bite his cheek during cuddling and he slowly pulls back, staring at you with the most shocked expression ever.
“…Did you just bite me?”
The way he says it makes you burst out laughing immediately. He keeps staring at you like he genuinely cannot believe what just happened.
“You’re insane.”
He touches his cheek, still looking offended.
“You actually used your teeth.”
You laugh even harder and he ends up laughing too, shaking his head before pulling you back against him.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
James would lift his head from your neck the second you bite his cheek, eyes narrowing slightly.
“…Really?”
You try to act innocent but he’s already looking at you like he’s planning something. Then suddenly he leans down and bites lightly at your neck in return.
“James!”
You shove his shoulder, laughing. “It was a joke, perv.”
A small smirk appears on his face as he settles back against you like nothing happened.
“Oh, so when you do it it’s funny?”
His hand slides around your waist again, pulling you closer.
“Good to know.”
Keonho would gasp dramatically the second you bite his cheek.
“Ow! That hurts!”
You immediately start laughing and he takes it even further, hiding his face into your neck while fake sniffling.
“I can’t believe you’d do this to me…”
His voice is so dramatic it just makes you laugh harder. He keeps pretending to cry against your shoulder for a few more seconds before lifting his head again with the biggest grin.
“You’re evil.”
Then he leans in and presses a soft kiss against your cheek like he forgave you instantly anyway.
Seonghyeon would blink in surprise when you bite his cheek, then a quiet giggle slips out before he can stop it.
“Did you just bite me?”
You laugh into his chest and he smiles immediately, amused more than anything. His fingers tap lightly against your waist while he looks down at you.
“You’re getting aggressive now?”
There’s a teasing tone in his voice as he squishes your cheeks gently between his fingers.
“Should I be scared of you?”
You try to bite his hand this time and he laughs properly, pulling it away fast.
“See? There you go again.”
He keeps giggling under his breath while pulling you closer, clearly finding the whole thing way too cute.
Hii it's me again lol about the g dragon, can i request something like kwon jiyong x idol reader, reader is younger than him (OF COURSE LEGAL AGE HAHA), she's a soloist or in a girl group (you decide 🥰) when bigbang performed in the mama awards just last year so iconic lol, after they performed they have to sit with other artists, he purposely planned talked to some staffs to make his and her group sit together, and they have some moments that the fans caught on and yes HAHAHA you continue BUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT, idk if you could understand it 😔😔😔 i dont know to explain this properly lol
Exposed || Kwon Jiyong
Pairing: Idol Jiyong X Idol Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Jiyong and Y/N, a idol from a popular girl group, have been secretly dating. However, their relationship starts sparking rumors after several accidental (and not-so-accidental) moments at the MAMA Awards.
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The night was electric. BIGBANG had just finished their performance, a stage that would be talked about for years. The energy was still buzzing in the air as the members walked off, their breathing still heavy from the adrenaline. And from his place on stage, Jiyong had already located you.
Your group had been watching from the front rows, standing, clapping, and cheering along with the other artists. But unlike the rest, you felt the heat of his gaze.
You knew you had to play it cool. You kept your eyes forward, lips pressed together in the perfect image of a professional junior idol. But when he bowed, when he let his eyes flicker to yours for half a second longer than necessary, you felt your pulse quicken.
It wasn’t over.
Because when it came time for seating arrangements, suddenly, your group was ushered toward BIGBANG’s section.
Your leader glanced at the staff in confusion. “Oh, we’re sitting here?”
A staff member just nodded, completely unaware of the tension brewing beneath the surface. Or maybe they did know. After all, Jiyong had made sure of it.
As you sat down, your assigned seat just happened to be diagonal from his. Close enough for accidental touches. Close enough for subtle games.
And Jiyong? Oh, he was enjoying himself.
The first time your knees brushed, you thought it was an accident. The seating was cramped, and idols were squeezed together with barely any space to move.
But then it happened again.
This time, he pressed his knee deliberately against yours.
You didn’t react. You kept your posture perfect, eyes locked on the stage. But your fingers curled slightly in your lap.
And that was exactly what he wanted.
Jiyong chuckled under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.
"You're good at this," he murmured, barely moving his lips.
You exhaled slowly, keeping your eyes on the performance. "At what?"
"At pretending like I’m not here," he mused. Then, leaning slightly closer, he added, "But I know you feel it."
Your breath hitched. The warmth of his leg against yours, the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine—you hated how easily he affected you.
But two could play this game.
So, without missing a beat, you pressed your knee back against his.
And that was the moment his smirk faltered.
Sometime during the award announcements, a staff member brought bottled water to each table. You twisted open your cap, taking a small sip—only to nearly choke when Jiyong’s ringed fingers casually reached forward, stealing your bottle.
Before you could react, he took a slow sip, completely unbothered.
Your eyes widened, but he merely wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, setting the bottle back down in front of you.
"Yah," you whispered, shooting him a glare.
"Problem?" he asked innocently, tilting his head.
You scoffed, reaching for another bottle, but before you could, he leaned over and slid the original bottle back toward you.
His voice was barely above a whisper. "Just drink from mine."
Your stomach flipped. You hated that he was enjoying this.
And you hated even more that you took the bottle and drank from it.
It started as something harmless. Just a quick glance in his direction.
But you didn’t realize the camera had zoomed in on you.
At that exact moment, Jiyong, ever the instigator, tapped his fingers against the table in a rhythm only you recognized—a song he’d written for you.
Your lips parted slightly in surprise. He noticed.
And before you could stop it—before you could school your expression into something neutral—your lips curled up in the tiniest smile.
And the fans caught everything.
The camera cut away almost instantly, but not fast enough.
Twitter exploded.
"WHY DID Y/N JUST SMILE OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN GD WAS TAPPING THE TABLE HELPPP"
"WHAT WAS HE TAPPING?? HELLO CODEBREAKERS??"
"Y/N SMILING AFTER GD LOOKED HER WAY... Y'ALL WE'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE 👀"
"GD took HER bottle?? And she didn’t even react?? Oh nah they are not slick."
And then—dispatch dropped a clip.
A grainy, fan-taken video from the upper seats of the arena. The footage was shaky, but clear enough to show:
Jiyong passing your group a drink, but ONLY handing it to you.
The knee touch under the table.
Your stolen glance. Your tiny, traitorous smile.
It was subtle. Barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking.
But the fans? They saw everything.
The awards continued, but you barely registered the winners.
Because Jiyong wasn’t done.
His fingers drummed against the table again. This time, the rhythm wasn’t a song. It was a message.
T-A-L-K T-O M-E
You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head slightly.
Jiyong grinned. He saw that.
Then, the absolute menace that he was, he raised a brow and mouthed, "Scared?"
You nearly scoffed. Oh, he wanted to play? Fine.
You leaned in slightly, just enough for only him to hear.
"Oppa," you murmured, voice sweet but laced with warning. "Behave."
The effect was immediate.
Jiyong’s smirk twitched, his fingers freezing for just a second—because he liked it when you called him that. And you knew it.
His hand curled into a loose fist on the table, jaw tightening for a moment before he exhaled and shot you a half-lidded gaze.
"That’s unfair," he murmured back, voice husky.
You bit back a smirk.
You knew Jiyong was watching.
You felt it.
The moment your group took the stage, the energy in the arena shifted—louder screams, flashing lights, and a certain someone sitting comfortably in the artist section, front row, with that signature smirk.
At first, he was composed—just nodding to the beat, sunglasses perfectly in place.
But then?
Then came your part.
The camera panned to him just as you stepped forward for your solo.
The moment your hips rolled, your gaze sharp and commanding—
Jiyong?
Gone.
The man leaned forward, elbows on his knees, sunglasses sliding down his nose as he openly stared.
The live audience noticed instantly.
"HE'S STARING. HE IS NOT EVEN HIDING IT."
"DID Y'ALL SEE HIS SMIRK WHEN Y/N DID HER PART? EXCUSE ME????"
"THIS IS NOT EVEN A FANBOY REACTION. THAT'S A MAN ADMIRING HIS WOMAN."
It got worse when you locked eyes with him for half a second.
Jiyong?
Smirked.
The type of smirk that said, "You know exactly what you're doing, jagiya."
The camera caught it all.
And just when people thought it couldn’t get any more insane—
Mid-performance, a cameraman—who deserves a RAISE—zoomed in on Jiyong again.
This time?
The man was biting his lip.
"JAIL. JAIL FOR THIS MAN."
"Y/N NEEDS TO PAY FOR MY THERAPY BECAUSE HER PERFORMANCE GOT GD LIKE THAT."
"HE'S SO OBVIOUS IT'S EMBARRASSING PLEASE."
You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.
Jiyong?
Still shameless.
By the time your performance ended, he was back to normal, clapping like nothing happened.
But when you walked back to your seat—next to him—he leaned over and whispered:
"You almost killed me up there, sweetheart."
You gritted your teeth. "Serves you right."
He chuckled, voice dangerously low.
"Just wait till later."
Your breath hitched.
And just like that—the night wasn’t over yet.
At the very end of the night, artists were standing, clapping, saying their goodbyes.
Jiyong was walking ahead with the BIGBANG members when, for just a second, he glanced over his shoulder at you.
And you looked back.
The moment lasted only a second, but someone caught it on camera.
A single, slow-motion GIF.
Jiyong turning his head, looking back at you.
Your eyes meeting his.
That split-second smirk before he faced forward again.
Twitter? In flames.
"HE LOOKED BACK. HE LOOKED BACK. OH MY GOD HE LOOKED BACK."
"That was NOT a casual glance. That was a ‘meet me later’ look."
"THE SMIRK. I CAN’T BREATHE."
"They think they’re being sneaky. THEY ARE NOT."
Later That Night…
Your phone buzzed.
Jiyong: So, when are we announcing the wedding?
You: Jiyong-ah.
Jiyong: Yes, my love?
You: I’m going to kill you.
Jiyong: But you’ll miss me too much, won’t you?
YOU: You did that on purpose right?
Jiyong: Of course I did. How else will they know you’re mine?
You: WE ARE NOT GETTING CAUGHT.
Jiyong: Sweetheart, we’ve already been caught.
Jiyong: You looked unreal tonight.
You: You made it OBVIOUS.
Jiyong: You make it hard to behave, jagiya.
You: STOP.
Jiyong: Make me. 😏
You groaned, flopping onto your bed. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong.
And the actual worst part?
You liked it.
It started as fan theories.
A harmless coincidence.
But by the time the MAMA afterparty ended, it had escalated into a full-blown scandal.
TRENDING ON TWITTER
#GDxY/N #Y/N_LuckyGirl #GDRAGON_LostHisCool
THE CLUES THAT STARTED IT ALL:
The Seating Arrangement Scandal
Why was your group suddenly seated next to BigBang when it wasn’t in the original floor plan? 🤨
Fans dug up footage of Jiyong talking to staff before the show.
"HE PLANNED IT. THIS MAN WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO SIT NEXT TO HER."
Jiyong’s Reactions = A Man Down BAD
The lip bite. The smirk. The unholy stare.
"We’ve seen GD fanboy before, but this? This is different."
"He was watching like he already KNEW how that dress looked up close." 😭😭
The Afterparty Coincidence
You and Jiyong left around the same time.
Different cars, but same direction.
Fans noticed your manager looking stressed while BigBang’s team tried to be low-key.
"They didn’t even try to stagger their exits. HELP."
The Matching Accessories Debacle
The next day, Jiyong posted an Instagram story.
A hand, casually holding a glass of wine.
A familiar ring on his finger—the same one you were seen wearing months ago.
"SO WEARING COUPLE RINGS IS JUST A THING NOW? OKAY."
THE COMPANY RESPONSES = SUSPICIOUS AF
Your Agency:
"Y/N and G-Dragon are just industry colleagues. The seating was arranged by MAMA organizers."
YG Entertainment:
"We do not comment on our artists' personal lives."
TRANSLATION: "We're not denying it."
"YG NOT EVEN TRYING TO LIE LMFAO."
"If they weren’t dating, they’d have shut this down IMMEDIATELY. Oh, they’re so caught."
"Just drop the wedding invitation at this point."
After days of speculation, Jiyong did what he does best—
Trolled everyone.
NEW IG POST: A selfie. Smirking. Caption?
"I love MAMA."
THAT’S. IT.
"HE'S PLAYING WITH US HELP."
"SIR JUST CONFIRM IT OR DENY IT. DON’T TEASE US LIKE THIS."
"This man enjoys chaos too much I can’t."
THE INTERNET STILL HASN’T RECOVERED.
And neither have you. 😭🔥
If people weren’t sure before—
Now?
They were certain.
All thanks to one tiny, completely avoidable mistake.
NEW IG POST: Y/N’s Group Behind-The-Scenes Photos!
Your group’s official account posted casual snapshots from rehearsals, practice rooms, and random candid moments from recent schedules.
Harmless, right?
Wrong.
Because eagle-eyed fans noticed something immediately.
THE CLUE THAT BROKE THE INTERNET:
In one mirror selfie, you were holding your phone in the corner.
Reflected in the mirror? A very familiar-looking silver bracelet.
The exact same bracelet Jiyong had been wearing for years.
FAN REACTIONS = PURE CHAOS
"I NEED EVERYONE TO ZOOM IN RIGHT NOW."
"THAT. THAT IS GD’S BRACELET. THAT MAN DOESN’T TAKE IT OFF."
"SO SHE WAS WITH HIM? OR…???"
"Not them getting caught by a MIRROR REFLECTION."
Hours after the bracelet debacle, Jiyong—being Jiyong—made everything worse.
NEW IG POST: A Random Aesthetic Shot
A simple photo of his hand, resting casually on a table.
Except…
The bracelet was front and center.
The background? Suspiciously similar to a place you had visited just days ago.
Caption?
"Good things should be kept close." 😏
FAN REACTIONS = ABSOLUTE CHAOS
"SIR. SIR, THIS IS NOT SUBTLE."
"ARE THEY EVEN HIDING ANYMORE??"
"Y/N POST THE MATCHING PHOTO OR WE RIOT."
"I feel like we’re getting a dating confirmation in 3…2…1."
Chats:
You: Jiyong. YOU. NEED. TO. STOP. 😡
Jiyong: Stop what?
You: YOU KNOW WHAT.
Jiyong: I just like my bracelet. 🤷
You: I WILL THROW THAT BRACELET INTO THE OCEAN.
Jiyong: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t dive in after it.
You: I AM BLOCKING YOU.
Jiyong: Again? Cute. 😘
One week later, just when the rumors started to die down—
Jiyong did something so reckless that even your company gave up.
NEW IG STORY: A simple photo of his hand intertwined with someone else’s.
The angle? Purposely vague.
But the bracelet?
Still there.
And the nail polish color on the other hand?
The exact same shade you had worn the day before.
Caption?
"Some things don’t need to be explained."
INSTANT WORLDWIDE MELTDOWN.
OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM BOTH AGENCIES:
"We ask fans to respect our artists’ personal lives."
TRANSLATION: "Yeah, they’re dating. We’re tired. Leave us alone."
THE INTERNET GOES INSANE
"AFTER ALL THAT TEASING, WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION???"
"GD REALLY SAID SOFT LAUNCH THEN HARD LAUNCH LMAO."
"Y/N YOU ARE THE LUCKIEST WOMAN ALIVE."
"MAMA 2024 BETTER HAVE A COUPLE SEAT ARRANGEMENT READY."
boyfriend!mingi x girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!yunho
‘ GOOD MORNING. . . ’ ʚɞ
the heat radiating off of their bodies woke you up and with a soft groan, the clock read 5am. no way. this was way too early—especially after such a long night. your body wanted to turn but it was stuck. stuck in between the two men in an uncomfortable position sadly but as quietly as you could, you moved to sit up and leave the bed but a warm and strong hand grabbed ahold of you, forcing you to lay back down and against his broad chest. mingi. a soft whine left you, “it’s hot..” is all you whispered, not wanting to wake the other beside you.
“it’s early baby. just go back to sleep and we’ll take care of the heat later.” is voice was laced with sleep. it was the best sound in the world. deep but raspy. although it was hot, uncomfortable, and kind of gross.. you laid back down. having no energy to fight back or say anything smart to him. mingi pushed you up against his broadness and you were now facing yunho who was already looking at you with sleepy eyes. “you scared me!” you reached to playfully slap his chest and he smiled lazily, “you’re already so cute this early in the morning?” but mingi interrupted the both of you.
“be quiet and go back to sleep.” it was a whine. of course it was. mingi always got like this early in the morning. “shut up min. let me have my girl now.” and yunho’s strong grip pulled you into his own bare chest. this was how mornings went usually—fighting over you and your attention. mingi pulled you back against his chest but yunho was quick to pull you again until you forcefully sat up. “enough! it’s hot and sticky. can we please just wake up already..” and it didn’t take yunho long to sit up with you. as long as he was given all of your attention? he didn’t care what time the clock read.
“my sweet girl, come here.” yunho grabbed ahold of your waist and placed you on his lap. his hands falling to your bare thighs, adoring how big his shirt was on your body. “so perfect.” he whispered and leaned in to leave several soft kisses down your jaw. nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “yunnie..” is all you could mutter out before turning your head to see mingi now sitting up and looking at the both of you. you waved to him in a cute manner and all he could do was smile.
“why am i being left out?” it didn’t take him long to move next to you and yunho, mingi’s large hand now resting on your lower back as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “which one do you want to kiss the most?” trick question. test question. mingi always asked this no matter how many times you would answer both. “mingi..” it was your turn to whine and you leaned in to kiss yunho first—then mingi.
“you didn’t even tell us good morning.” and you rolled your eyes. “good morning mingi and yunnie.” you said shyly before leaning in to press another kiss to both of their lips. “that’s our girl.” yunho smiled and wrapped your legs around his waist, standing up. “why don’t we go another round in the shower.” and you don’t think you’ve ever seen mingi get up that fast before. he was the first in the bathroom, removing the boxers he had placed back on from a few hours ago and already starting the shower. “someone’s eager.” you whispered.
❁ Seunghyun, who always picks up dinner for you on his way home, excited to sit on the couch and watch a movie with you.
❁ Seunghyun, who refuses to buy you your own hoodies because you're just so stinkin' cute in his. He loves how big they are on you.
❁ Seunghyun, who could never get close enough to you. He'd lay in your lap and pick up your hand, placing it in his hair so you'd play with it. He'd reach inside your hoodie, his hands roaming your stomach and breasts, not in a sexual way, he just needed the skin to skin contact.
❁ Seunghyun, who loved sleeping naked with you, because again, he needs that skin to skin contact, it makes his dreams feel real.
❁ Seunghyun, who always brings you to the studio with him so he can show you the new music he's been working on. His eyes lit up every time you praised his work.
❁ Seunghyun, who loved the way you fell asleep in his lap, clinging to him like a spider monkey while he finished editing his songs. He loved carrying you to bed and tucking you in.
❁ Seunghyun, who loved your body so much. When the two of you got intimate, he took his sweet time exploring every inch of your body. And I'm not talking normal fan fic stuff. This man would take a good hour showing love to every part of you, making sure you felt worshipped. Sometimes you almost got angry because god you were just so fucking horny.
❁ Seunhyun, who got lost in making out with your pussy because you tasted so damn sweet.
❁ Seunghyun, who would hold your hands over your head as he grinded into you, holding eye contact with you even as he kissed you because your eyes were just so pretty.
❁ Seunghyun, who whimpered when he felt you clench around him, his release soon following because god he loved the way your body needed him.
❁ Seunghyun, who'd run a bath for the two of you and sit silently as you leaned back against him, peppering kisses on top of your head and temples as he ran soap over your body.
❁ Seunghyun, who clung to you so tightly when you slept together, because he just needed you more than anything.
T.O.P
☆ TOP, who was protective and possessive over you. His hands never leaving your body when you were out in public.
☆ TOP, who broke a mans jaw for trying to grope you.
☆ TOP, who was fucking dominant.
☆ TOP, who's demeanor changed around the paparazzi when you were with him. He had a primal instinct to protect you.
☆ TOP, who loved to tease you in public. Brushing his fingers over your clothed pussy under the dinner table, telling you to settle down when your breath hitched.
☆ TOP, who'd say, "We're at a business dinner, Y/n. Compose yourself." He'd mutter as he pressed harder against your core.
☆ TOP, who loved watching you squirm in public.
☆ TOP, who prayed you'd crack because that means he gets to punish you when you get home.
☆ TOP, who tsked at you the second you walked through the door. Loving the way you looked up at him with those big innocent eyes. "Strip." He'd say, as he removed the watch from his wrist. "You didn't settle down when I told you to, did you?"
☆ TOP, who watched you with hungry eyes as your dress fell to the floor. "On your knees."
☆ TOP, who loved how you did exactly as he said, you looked so cute on the floor looking up with him at him with needy eyes.
☆ TOP, who'd throat fuck you relentlessly, telling you you were such an obedient girl as he watched your mascara run down your face.
☆ TOP, who'd throw you over his knee, landing relentless spankings on your pretty little ass until your cheeks turned red. He loved the way you whimpered.
☆ TOP, who'd pick you up and throw your legs over his shoulders as he slid you down on his cock, the pressure was almost too overwhelming.
☆ TOP, who'd fuck up into you, loving the way your tits bounced as you came undone around him.
☆ TOP, who'd cum deep inside you and force you to sit upside down after because the man had a breeding kink and he wanted to make sure you got pregnant.
☆ TOP, who'd light a cigarette as he sat next to you, making sure none of his cum spilled out of you, using his thumb to push back in any that threatened to spill out.
☆ TOP, who when he decided you'd been a good girl for him, would take you to the shower and clean you up.
☆ TOP, who'd make sure you were tucked sweetly in bed, admiring his pretty girl, before he stepped out for his final cigarette of the night.
Inspo Quote: As cute as a button, especially when unbuttoned.
Summary: Feeling his relationship with you is getting dull, Minho cranks the heat up in the form of a satin pink apron.
My Pookies: @leeknowfan @adorned-lover @intrikatie
Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Ass Smacking, Age Gap, Swear Words, Pet Names (Daddy, Slut, Etc)
This had to fix everything and it arrived with a subtle knock on the door. Minho marveled at the satin-pink box placed in his hands, taking in every small detail. Surprisingly, it was quite hard to find one in his size, in his desired color, for his desired purpose. He had everything planned out, and it had to be the way he wanted it.
One, two, three spins in the mirror to make sure every ruffle was perfect and that his ass looked ok in the mini shorts that matched in color. Minho wasn't really one to bake but tonight he definitely wasn’t making cookies in the oven. His paranoia crept back up on him, settling in his stomach as he checked around the corner to make sure you weren't coming.
Seeing the coast was clear, he slowly walked to your shared bedroom where he seen you last. His ruffled white socks that went just to his ankles made gliding across the hardwood easy, barely making any noise at all. The lace around the cuff itched his skin each time he took a small step as it wasn't used to being touched so lightly. He pushed through the discomfort and changed to a faster stride in search of relief from the friction. Before he knew it he was standing quietly in your view. Your nose was stuck in a book, impossible to put down and always wanting the next chapter when your eyes peered over the top of the pages.
“Fuck,” was all that could escape your lips, carried out just under your breath. He stood at the door frame, unable to walk any closer in his chosen outfit. A baby pink apron fashioned with a bow to the chest. Just under the edge of the apron was a matching pair of mini shorts that hugged his thighs snuggly. The small bow-shaped button on the shorts matched the bows on the apron and you didn't know how much longer you could hold still with him looking at you the way he was.
All the nerves in your body were tingling and the chemicals in the open room were rising. Minho tilted his head at you like the curious cat he was, searching in your face for an answer. An answer to the question he hopes this outfit will fix. “Does it look ok?” he asked with a fake spurt of confidence, trying to break the uncomfortable stare you had on him.
He couldn’t tell if you liked it or just thought it was plain silly. Doubt set in his mind, with thoughts of retreating to the bathroom and exchanging his apron for the light-washed jeans he wore so often. Alongside it, his comfy striped sweater that was prolly collecting hair from off the floor.
Your breathing was unsteady as you drooled over his juicy thighs, which you so missed having the pleasure of seeing. “Get over here.” Your tone was harsh and your expression blank as you held yourself back from coming undone just over the sight of him. His unease was written on his face and you knew how to rid him of it quickly.
As he neared the bed, you took his hand and your other tucked a finger under his chin to force him to look you in the eye. “Aren't you as cute as a button?” you asked, trailing that same finger down his throat, over his stomach till you reached the surprisingly soft shorts that were too small in all the right places. His cock throbbed in your hand as you palmed him, squeezing ever so slightly. A small smirk popped on your face at the discovery he had no underwear on, making Minho swallow his spit dryly.
Finding the single bow that held the shorts on, you pushed it through the little hole and felt the fabric relax on his hips. A sigh accompanied by a shudder left Minho’s exposed body when he realized how much this turned you on. He pushed all his doubts aside at the sight of the leakage darkening your shorts, which made his mouth water. Minho didn't know which he wanted more, fucked or gagged but he knew one thing, you'd make that decision for him.
Your eyes never left his as you pushed the shorts off his supple thighs that did a horrible job of hiding his drippy cock. When there was nothing left but his sheepish smile and the pink smock you snapped, flipping him around so he was bent over the edge of the bed. You wanted nothing more than to see his juicy asshole, and there it was gaping in front of you.
“Such a slutty little thing,” you said tracing a small circle on the apple of his ass. Minho loved it when you were rough and he hadn't had it like this in such a long time. “Fuck me Daddy,” he said with a groan as your hand smacked the exposed skin you touched so tenderly after.
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It's funny what a few years could do to someone's head. Though small, the age gap between the two of you made Minho horny. It was no secret he liked older guys so even a little space in years made his cock twitch for you more.
The short venture your hand traveled from his thigh to his ass could only be described as delicious. His round muscular cheek collided with your hand so softly when you went for a smack. Hard enough he could feel it, and the room filled with the sting, but soft enough to make him jiggle. After he let out another strained cry you put him out of his suffering, gripping his hips to steady yourself and pushing in slow.
When you reached halfway you jolted forward into him, not being able to stop yourself from how good he felt surrounding you. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” Minho demanded through his teeth, as he bit his tongue when your hips began pounding into him. The skin on his back swallowed the thin strap around his waist as he arched back into you more and more.
His head swung down with spit leaking off his upper lip much like his cock. The tip of his penis leaked precum down onto the bed, making two wet stains under Minho from two separate places. The more he moaned into the empty space in front of him, the more you yearned to hear him be louder. You managed to slap him one last time before curling your groin up into him to finish emptying your load.
“Taking all my cum, you like that Slut?” you asked slamming into him hard. You couldn't help how horny you were for him and it'd been too long since sex was fun. Minho’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grabbed the soft band along his back that held the apron on and used it like a handle. A small cracking sound from the stitches popping out nestled under your mixed moans, with your orgasm finally coming down.
When you stopped fucking Minho everything that was blurred from pleasure, came into view. How red Minho’s ass was from you smacking and fucking him roughly. The giant puddle of cum between his legs that matched yours spread all over the back of his thighs. It dripped out of Minho’s asshole with small gusts of trapped air helping to push it out. Sinful, gross, and messy but you both loved how it felt.
Slowly you drug your finger through your cum on his leg and waited for him to turn around. His shaky legs swung around on the bed to face you and got met with exactly what he wanted. “Open,” you said softly, tapping his chin for him to understand. He obeyed sweetly, sucking your finger into his mouth with a deliberate soft moan.
“I think I ruined your apron,” you said with a chuckle as you examined how badly the strap was broken. It hung off the other, only being held together by the small bow Minho tied earlier. “I don't think I need it anymore, do I?” Minho asked teasingly, looking down at your limp yet twitchy cock.
With hurried legs and a bunny grin, Minho scurried into the bathroom as you chased his jiggly ass down the hall. Oftentimes after, you tease how much you love it when Minho bakes you cookies, confusing everyone, cause he truly hates baking.
Content warning; mentions female anatomy however if you squint it can be gender neutral, wolf hybrid Maki, contains sexual content after “NSFW”, discussion of intimate bathe scene, omegaverse mention, penetrating intercourse, & biting.
And he lowkey hates it. I can’t tell honestly but I think he would lowkey hate it. He has mixed feelings about it because he hates how it gives him away. You both have this dynamic where you’re both trying to compete, but he really likes when you best him. He finds it highly intriguing.
Puppy dog heart eyes always on ten when he’s around you.
Self explanatory really. He just really likes you.
It’s okay, he’s a little slow but he gets there.
Like when a dog loses a stick, and finds it again. or when a dog almost forms a thought (please tell me you’ve seen those TikTok’s)
Chronic hand holder.
Maki neeeeddds physical touch, and if it was up to him, he’d be all over you in public, but you’re not all that crazy about it. So you’ve been able to settle with holding hands almost all the time. And when in public he rubs your hand a lot. Looks at it, plays with your fingers, traces the veins on your wrist. He’s also noticed pulling you in for a hug isn’t something you’d say no to.
He’s quite attentive of you
He makes sure you get everything you need, follows all the ‘dating rules’ he doesn’t want you to feel disrespected, or unconsidered. Speaking about me personally, I guess I can say I don’t always really care about those kinds of things but it’s well appreciated. The thing is he’s almost like uptight when he’s around you,I say this more so for older love interests. You’ve taught him to ease up. To not be considerate to simply please you but because he is a considerate person and he wants to take care of you. After that he’s 10 times more into taking care of you and even adding his own ways of showing care and attention.
Drools when you scratch his weak spot
Not only behind the ears are soothing but his upper back. He LOOOOOVVEEESS when you rub your nails on his back, specifically his left shoulder blade (don’t ask me how I know that) Other than that, he likes it a little rough so if you dig your nails to leave a little bit of red marks he’d melt and maybe even fall asleep. perhaps snoring like ‘AWWWWHH… aaAAAWWGHHH’
“Bath time ???”
He would ask. You enjoy your own personal baths. They make you feel so lush but every once in a while you let maki in to shower and bathe with you. He thoroughly enjoys this new way he learned to be intimate. Having you lay back on his chest, feel safe enough to sit in silence and you allowing him to be apart of one of your more personal things. He rubs your body a little more, and the more you allow him to sit in with you, the more frequent he keeps asking.
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Pussy drunk
He gets pussy drunk in the way he’s fucking you. Once you’re both into it and his pace has gotten to that drunken state, he’s a lost cause. he has you locked in under him, your legs wrapped around his waist, his speed has you dizzy, and his tongue literally lolls out of his mouth. he’s panting for you. Not his high, he’s reaching deeper within for more of your pussy, more of your warmth, more of your sucking cunt. He doesn’t find your hips meeting his is enough. He needs to go deep, he needs that warmth to encapsulate him more, so he drills for it.
Alpha ? Omega ? Beta?
Idk tbh. He’s really just a switch to me. I don’t believe I’m qualified for that question, not yet.
Biting
He has a biting problem in bed.. it’s okay, you like a little nip here and there too. If it was up to him he would probably mark you visibly all the time, every time. But sometimes he’s found himself biting into a pillow. Usually you let him bite your body, somewhere a little more hidden, but he has a huge sense of pride when he noticed you wore a cropped top that showed off a large imprinted bite mark on your tummy or high hip.
Whimpering
Lots of whimpering, begging to get what he wants. There was also a lot of whimpering when you both first started having sex. When he’d first put it in, he needed time to adjust because the feeling was overwhelming to him. He felt like everything was just right about you, he even became sentimental and sensitive in a way. At first he tried to cut them off, but with you showing your appreciation for his noises, he began to release his whimpers. So when he first goes in you, he’s not afraid to let go of those noises and he also loved to watch you let go under him or above him, when you took him in. He watched as you found a sense of release through vocalizations, so he’d give it a try too.
ʚɞ CONTENT WARNINGS! angst. jealousy. some immaturity from both reader and jiyong. fluff. kissing.
ʚɞ THE PLOT? what could go wrong after a sasaeng finds out about your relationship with jiyong? a lot.
ʚɞ A/N. thank you so much for requesting! I hope I’m able to cover everything you possibly wanted, please enjoy and don’t be afraid to request again! xoxo
“what’s wrong?” usually the sound of seunghyun’s deep voice startled you. not necessarily in a bad way but sometimes he was so quiet that hearing such a voice like that out of nowhere made you jump. you didn’t answer him. how could you? “nothing. I think I need to head home, it’s getting late and I’m tired. tell jiyong I’ll see him tomorrow.” it was sudden. almost rude. seunghyun has never seen you so.. flustered. the color in your face had completely drained and your eyes were large, hands shaky and slightly sweaty.
unfortunately for you he wasn’t going to let this go. once your hand reached the door knob his large frame stood over you, “something’s wrong.” is all he said and you felt small. not scared. but.. unwell. this was your problem and your secret, not his. he didn’t need to know but the evidence was already there as he looked down at your phone screen. at the harsh, cold, and sickening messages from a unknown number.
“what the hell is this?” and his warm hand took the phone right from your cold shaky one, reading each message that had been sent since the beginning of last week. “seunghyun please—” he wouldn’t let you finish and you didn’t want to after seeing the look on his face. “they’re threatening you with dispatch?” you closed your eyes. was this a dream? of course it was! you’d wake up any minute now, right? …right? after hearing him take a deep breath you knew this was reality.
“this is all my fault! I told jiyong that I would stay back during the rehearsal.. I knew something like this would end up happening. this is all my fault. I’m distracting him from you, the group, and the fans. I’m so sorry.” the sound of your heart pounding was so loud in your ears, seunghyun had to of heard. taking the phone back from his hands, you were quick to get out of the messages. not knowing how to respond when everything presented was.. the truth.
“tell him.” you thought this was some unfunny joke when you heard those two words. how could you possibly tell jiyong you’re being threatened? not just with dispatch but death. “are you crazy? how could I tell him this? it’ll make things worse. I.. I need to do something else about it. I’ll figure it out.” and just has his hands reached for the phone again—the door opened, revealing a tired looking jiyong.
you were quick to leave his side and didn’t realize how suspicious and weird everything looked from jiyong’s point of view. his dark eyebrows furrowed and looked between you and seunghyun, “what’s going on?” he was more than tired, he looked and sounded so exhausted. adding all of this onto his already tight and busy schedule would’ve made you a terrible person and you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. seunghyun? didn’t say a word. his stare was intense and you refused to make eye contact with him. “nothing! I was just.. showing him something I found for you. I don’t need you seeing it, so don’t look!” could you pull this off? no. jiyong wasn’t stupid but unfortunately for you.. it was about to get much worse from this day forward.
weeks went by and things only got worse for both you and jiyong. he hardly spoke to you, called you, looked at you.. didn’t hug or kiss you. it was pure agony and you couldn’t understand why. why would he act so childish and cold towards you? that was until daesung invited you to his house for dinner. just you two which wasn’t abnormal considering you two were the bestest of friends. the messages didn’t stop. the pictures didn’t stop coming in. the threatening to get dispatch involved was more forceful and the death threats.. were even more disturbing than before. at this point cutting all ties with jiyong would be for the best but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. you loved him.
“we usually joke and have fun when you come over but I think it’s time you tell him what’s going on.” and just as you thought this would all go away, it’s brought up again. “dae—” the faint sound of footsteps stopped you in your tracks, “are you going to let him think you were getting down with seunghyun?” youngbae. you quickly turned around to see him standing behind you, his arms crossed over his chest. “what are you talking about?” were you this clueless? sure for the few weeks he’s been acting like this towards you.. seunghyun has been pushing and pushing for you to tell him. you both being alone in rooms arguing about it. calling each other, texting nonstop. it wasn’t at all what jiyong thought and you felt an intense wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks. “why… why would he think such a awful thing? does he seriously think I’m that type of person? to cheat on him?” your vision blurred and a single warm teardrop ran down your cheek.
“hey. don’t cry.” youngbae was always the best at words and comfort. the warmth he gave off was the best feeling ever.. almost as good as how you felt with jiyong. of course both were so different. one was love you yearned for and the other was the comfort of one of your best friends. to have both meant the world to you and it made you feel even more upset to think jiyong thought the worst from you and his best friend.
weeks passed once more. you continued to show up at rehearsals just for daesung and youngbae at least. but.. today was different. a girl was there. one you weren’t too sure about. it was a friend of daesung’s and she happened to be a dancer which they needed for this specific performance. the way she smiled at jiyong and he would smile back made you want to vomit. you felt weak and almost light headed. at this point the stress was overwhelming and your body fell limp. your hands caught ahold of the table in front of you where a guy yelled for you to get off—you’d break the equipment.
jiyong laughing and smiling with that girl just to get back at you was such a immature thing to do and it was the last straw. “let me take you home.” seunghyun’s deep voice came from the side of you and you shook your head, pushing him away from you. “this is all because of me. I’ll be leaving on my own. don’t call me. text me. I don’t care anymore.” that didn’t stop him from grabbing ahold of you, “you’re not leaving by yourself in this condition.” maybe that was the final straw. you pushed him. hard. using the rest of whatever strength you had left. “I said leave me alone!!” your shaky hands grabbed ahold of your bag and you slowly made your way out of the building you didn’t ever want to see again. all alone you’ve had to endure so much pain and suffering and the final straw was jiyong not caring enough to know or acknowledge that you obviously haven’t been okay for weeks now.
but.. who’s fault was that? your own. this could have all been avoided if you both had acted like the adults you were. sadly you didn’t have your car which meant it was bus waiting time, something you absolutely hated the most. “this is so unfair..” you muttered to yourself and thankfully no one else was around. at least that’s what you thought. for just a few seconds you had closed your eyes, resting them, wanting them to stop burning from the no sleep you were getting. maybe allowing them to close and rest would help them but your body needed real genuine rest, not manipulation.
slowly opening them, you found yourself looking at someone’s shoe. it frightened you. slowly looking up your eyes met with a younger girl who looked sweet and kind but something was off. “um may I help you..?” she didn’t reply. the stare was intense, dark, and cold. it send shivers down your spine and something told you to move. get out of there. before you could she raised her own hand and grabbed a fist full of your hair pulling you to the ground. “dirty bitch!” the first kick met with your ribs which instantly knocked the wind out of you. a gasp left your lips and your hands moved up to grab onto your own side but she kicked again, stinging radiating down your finger. words weren’t able to form and you couldn’t even scream. you felt stuck. could you.. die from this? your last goodbye was fighting with jiyong for weeks and even shoving seunghyun. how awful were you. a tear rolled down your warm cheek and before you could endure another kick, the girl flung to the side—being pushed by another female and a shouting male coming up to your side. the smell. it was jiyong. his hands cupped your face and immediately pulled you into his chest. he promised before you two started dating that he would protect you no matter the date or time. no matter the situation it was.
“I’m so sorry this happened. why didn’t you tell me any of this was happening? you had me.. you had me, I don’t even want to say it.” and he didn’t. you knew what it was but refused to say anything about it as well just leaving it at that. why jiyong would still have such insecurities when he was a perfect soul was beyond you. “I’m sorry.” your voice cracked. for the past few weeks you’ve dealt with nothing but fear and anxiety. all because you couldn’t tell jiyong what was happening which only hurt you both in the end. lesson learned.
without another word, jiyong leans in to press a single soft kiss to your lips before helping you to your feet again. you wince in pain and he immediately pulls you into him, your head resting against his own. “hey. I called the cops and they’re on the way. you need to report all of this okay?” daesung’s friend. the one jiyong had been.. dancing with, laughing with, and smiling at. she was sweet and sincere which made you feel worse about the situation. “thank you.” is all you said with a gentle smile. she smiled back before walking away.
weeks passed again. this time? you and jiyong were fine. charges were pressed and things were being taken care of which meant that you and him both would be safe. the relationship? not so much. dispatch had been involved before you knew it and published the article within seconds after everything had happened that day. jiyong wasn’t sweating it so why should you? he even posted an instagram story of you both in the studio. he wasn’t afraid to show you off nor was he afraid for everyone to know just how much he cared for you and needed you. “what do you think of this beat?” you tilted your head to the side and nodded along to it.
jiyong stared at you the entire time. reaching up to trace your pretty features with his finger before leaning towards you, placing a few soft and gentle kisses around your face. “hey! focus.” you playfully scolded him and his cheeks turned a faint pink color. “how can I when the most beautiful girl is sitting next to me?” it was your turn to be flustered. jiyong always knew what to say to make you feel like the luckiest girl ever.
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