MADE FOR ME : Kwon Jiyong
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genre : smut, sweet - MDNI
description : At an award show after party, you run into him. The man you’ve done collabs and stages with countless times over the years. And maybe tonight would be the start of something both of you have been denying yourselves for too long. Then you wake up in his house the next morning.
contents / warnings : smut (unprotected sex, piv, drunk but consensual sex, light bondage, dom!jiyong, taunting/mocking, light praise and degrading, teasing, in a VIP room), alcohol, drinking, brief smoking mention
I freaking loved writing this oml ! requested by anon 🤍
The after party for an event was always chaotic. DJs and speakers playing the songs that belonged to the attendees, your own songs having being played a couple times, much to your dismay.
Just the volume alone was enough to leave a thumping vibration through the floor with each bass.
Champagne fizzled in crystal flutes, camera flashing from the VIP corner, the way every single person there looked effortlessly curated.
You were having fun for the most part, drinking more than you probably should be on a Sunday night, mini skirt short on your legs, showing just the right amount of skin to leave someone wondering.
You were in your element, glass half full, or half empty, hair wild yet beautiful under the coloured lights.
Award statues glinted on the table like centrepieces, but the real prize was seemed to be who could fake the most captivating laugh.
He’d been keeping an eye on you all night. To make sure you’re okay, he told himself.
Jiyong was the guy you’d go to when you needed help with lyrics, or needed an extra voice to lace with your own through a song.
You had done stages and collars together before, countless times, each one bringing you closer together.
If anyone were to ask you’d say your industry fans, and he would do the same.
But the last stage you done, which was tonight, was something neither of you could lie about.
You had featured in one of his new songs, and he had carefully chose that song to perform, noticeably attracting the attention of fans and media who already speculated about the two of you.
There was a part in the song where you had to stand facing each other, distance so close a microphone couldn’t even fit between you.
And being Jiyong he had to do the unexpected. Had to do something that would make every fan question every belief and thought about the two of you.
He had took of his cap, successfully hiding both your faces behind it before he had kissed your cheek.
Innocent enough if this wasn’t a famous industry where every move you made was being calculated and he hadn’t made it seem like he kissed you behind the mask.
Jiyong had claimed a spot in the corner booth, half hidden behind a haze of cigarette smoke and the careless tilt of a cap, the same one that was the reason your phone had been blowing up all night.
His glass was filled with an overly expensive drink, one he had found himself having more and more of that night.
He knew he probably shouldn’t be getting this drunk at a work after party, with his seniors and juniors around.
But not one person there wasn’t doing the same as him.
He didn’t miss the way you swayed a little too close to the edge of the dance floor, or how others eyes lingered on you, your figure, the curves perfectly captured by your outfit.
That was the part he hated the most.
You were dangerous in a way that no one would expect you to pull anything risky. Innocent in a way that maybe they should’ve expected it.
So when you sauntered over to him, heels elegant in your grace, lip gloss distant from the night, that skirt that he him unknowingly staring at the exposed part of your thighs, he didn’t know what he should expect.
Your perfume reached him before you did, subtle yet sharper then the haze of cigarettes he’d been successfully hiding behind.
“Having fun?” You asked, hint of a smile tugging at your lips, voice low enough that it got lost under the sound of the overwhelming speakers, “you’re hiding” you continued, sliding into the booth without waiting for permission.
His smirk was lazy, “and you’re too loud” he told you, his eyes drifting from your eyes to the way your skirt rode up just a bit when you had sat down.
“That stunt you pulled is hurting my phone” you dramatically say, which wasn’t far from the truth, the amount of questioning messages you had received and notifications from PR teams and social media was quite insane to say the least.
He huffed a small laugh, hands hidden in his pockets once he set out the last of his cigarette, the smoke a surprisingly comforting smell.
“Don’t act like you hated it, you liked that they all saw” he teased, half joking, half testing the small barrier between you.
When the two of you first worked together, it was completely friendly. If that meant staying late in the studio together for unnecessary amounts of time, and sitting maybe a bit too close to each other in the producing studio.
Naturally, media had its speculations, but neither of you denied or confirmed anything. But after tonight maybe something would have to be said.
It all started when he hugged you on stage one time, years ago. A public display of affection you still see floating around instagram to this day, pretending not to notice the fact that Jiyong liked each and every video about it.
“You’re too reckless” you pointed out, not judgemental, just a quiet observation you had made that you needed to keep in mind when you were around him.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes tracing your lips like he was memorising them for later.
You noticed, even though it was a subtle motion, you noticed everything he did, no matter how much to drink you had or how much your vision was getting more hazy with each drink paired with blinding lights.
“Keep looking at me like that and people will notice” you told him, getting more and more worried. Not about him, no, you would never mind whatever he gave you.
You were more worried about the fact that other idols were around, especially after the move Jiyong had made earlier.
“You’ve never minded before” Jiyong spoke lightly, words the tiniest bit laced with the alcohol in his system.
Furrowing your brows, you set your drink down on the table next to his own, the ashtray he had used for his abandoned cigarette just a few centimetres away from the glass.
“What do you mean?” You asked softly, confused at the meaning behind the sentence, although you were you could easily make an educated guess.
“I mean you’ve never said anything before. Not even after the night in the studio, so why do you care now? Cause everyone given the media something that we can’t distinguish as friends?”
You knew now what he was talking about. There had been a fleeting moment between you months ago, one you hadn’t brought up again since.
You had turned around away from the computer laughing about something he said just to see him practically looming over you, his chest close to yours, looking down at you with his signature smile.
Neither of you moved, just gazes into each other’s eyes, the smiles on your faces dropping slightly before the sound of of the soundboard clicking broke you both out of your trances.
With a small scoff you commented, “well now we might actually have to say something”
“What would you tell them?” He asked you, full seriousness in his voice as if it wasn’t obvious what your answer was going to be.
You paused for a mere moment, lips parted for a response before he beat you to it, looking down at you with the same eyes
“would you tell them that it was just a PR stunt? Something for the stage? Or would you tell them the truth?”
He knew he’d probably regret this conversation in this morning when his hangover kicked in and sobriety beat him up in his mind.
The stammer in your heart only quickened as you listened to him, “and what’s the truth?”
Jiyong’s eyes never left yours as he answered, his voice too casual compared to his words, “we were never just coworkers”
Your heart sank in that moment. You weren’t sure where he was getting the confidence to admit all this, but you blamed it on the alcohol in both your systems.
“Is that what you think?” You challenged, before you noticed he had leaned over, voice husky in your ear as he spoke quietly, careful not to let others around hear,
“It’s what you think” he murmured, as if he knew the turmoil going on inside your brain just by looking at you. And maybe he did.
He glanced behind him outside the corner booth you were in, arm resting on the top of the banquette as he checked no one was looking before he sneakily brought his hand around your shoulder bringing you closer to him, hiding you from the line of sight of people dancing and drinking.
Your legs were cold against the leather material the seats wore, breath shuddering slightly at the sudden proximity between you that you could only put down as intimate.
“You’re saying that as if you have me all figured out” you prodded, half with a playful smile on your face that he adored, half a curious statement that you couldn’t help but wonder.
“I do” he shot back, and you could’ve sworn he was leaning in to kiss you, your eyes softening slightly until he reached around you, taking your drink with a victorious grin on his face as he drank what was left of the liquid.
You scoffed, the booth suddenly feeling like a cage and a hiding place all at once. His knee brushed against yours in a fleeting motion.
“That’s bold of you to assume” you protested lightly, trying to calm the tangle in your thoughts that you desperately wanted to hide. But it really did seem like he new you better than you did yourself.
His grin never dropped, his arm dipping room around your shoulders to the small of your back, resting on the slightly exposed skin between your skirt and top,
“It wasn’t an assumption” Jiyong worded, and now every tilt of his head felt deliberate, every glance like it was asking question he wasn’t ready to voice.
The words sat heavy on your tongue, unsure what to say in this moment that wouldn’t ruin it or give him a wrong impression.
Although right now you weren’t sure what impression you wanted to give him anyway.
“What are you trying to say?” You blurt out, unsure of the message he was trying to convey here.
He raised his eyebrows slightly at your question, almost caught off guard, his thoughts wavering faintly,
“I’m saying i want you” Jiyong had started, glancing down at your lips in a momentary blur, taking in the way you looked at him with those eyes he adored oh so dearly, the way your cheeks were slightly flushed from both the heat and and the alcohol blooming in your system.
Your breath caught in your throat, almost like you were physically unable to say anything after the drunken confession, but he helped you out, continuing, “tell me if I’m being too forward”
Before you could even respond his lips were on yours, desperate in a way that bordered on needy.
A noise of surprise escaped your throat, stalling for a moment before you found yourself melting into the kiss.
You blamed this whole thing on the fact you were both drunk. Pretending that you were gonna hate yourself in the morning and the fact your hand cradled his sharp jaw meant nothing but an accident.
But you knew yourself better then that. He knew you better than that.
His tongue grazed across your bottom lip, his way of asking for permission, but you pulled away, eyes fluttering open in slight shock, “Jiyong you can’t just kiss me here”
You say although your voice didn’t have any actual protest behind it. He smiled at you, his slightly crinkled eyes warming your heart at the same time his hand now caressing your hip caused you to not so discreetly rub your thighs together.
He took a moment to take off his glasses, quickly pecking your lips, pulling back again as if he was testing you patience. Upon seeing the look on your face he laughed lowly, standing up and taking your wrist to pul you up with him.
“You trust me?” He asked you, his body still covering you from the view of other people in the corner of the bar.
You nodded, but you sensed he needed more than that to be convinced, so you continued, “yeah of course i do”
That was more than enough for him. He looked behind him, checking to see if anyone was looking your way before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his side, his hand coming to rest at the top of your hair, effectively hiding you at least a little bit.
He walked ahead, towards the VIP rooms you guessed he had already been here before by the way he exchanged a silent word with the security outside it before they wordlessly let you both in, closing the door behind the two of you.
Once you had stepped in, you almost felt like you were going behind your own back, betraying the words you promised yourself months ago that you wouldn’t fall for him.
That was quickly going out the window.
Jiyong walked closer to you, his hands going to your waist, his thumbs drawing across the soft skin as he spoke quietly, music distant from the other room,
“Do you wish I didn’t kiss you?” He pondered, the words heavy compared to his lighthearted smile just moments before.
You shook your head firmly, “no. I just wish it didn’t make things difficult” you spoke, your eyes practically boring into his gaze.
His hand moved to cradle the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him just to rest his forehead against yours.
He brought his lips back to yours, this time the motion was more gentle, heartfelt. He walked you backwards until your knees hit the table in the middle of the room.
Jiyong laid you across it carefully, his lips moving to press a small kiss to your cheek, trailing to your jaw.
Your breathing picked up slightly, the heat pooling between your legs as he gently nipped at the skin there, finally letting out every parent up emotion he’d kept hidden for years.
“Jiyong” you gasped out when his hand on your waist moved to gently part your thighs, your skirt riding up more to the point your panties were on show.
“Yes jagi?” Now that was new. The name calling, the fact his hands weren’t even hesitant across your body, it was dangerous in a way that thrilled you.
You bit your lip at the name and the way he ran his tongue over a bite he let on your neck, soothing the skin.
“Someone could walk in” you cautiously point out, eyes darting to the door where if anyone walked in you’d both be caught out.
He hummed a sort of no, Iips trailing up to your ear, “they locked it baby”
You had to admit that made you feel a bit better. But even without that, you couldn’t ignore the wetness coating your panties, or the sudden heat you felt across your whole body.
“Okay” you muttered, your way of consent, making him pull back slightly, enough to look at your flushed face.
You took him in properly, the way his lips were so soft, so kissable. The way his hair fell over his forehead in a now messed up yet addictive manner.
The way he looked at you now like he wanted nothing more then to keep you here, burning with desire and need beneath him.
“You sure?” Jiyong ushered. He may have been drunk but he knew enough to make sure you were okay still.
You nodded, a hint of a smile on your lips as his fingers danced around your top before tugging it upwards.
He made you lift your arms up, tugging the thin material off properly, his lips suddenly attacking the cleavage your bra showed off.
The way he adored your body made you reel with desperation, tugging his hair lightly to look up at you,
“I need you- Ji please, don’t tease” Your words were almost pathetic. And that thrilled him.
He decided to take mercy on your poor body that was already arching up into him, your hips desperately trying to grind against his own.
“Okay jagi, i got you” he ushered quietly, leaning up to unbutton his own shirt, leaving his tie where it was for now until you pulled him back down to you by it, crashing your lips against him once more once he was completely shirtless.
He tutted, pulling away just to pull his tie off in a way that got your mind hazy, lifting your wrist up above your head, your smile was now gone.
Jiyong wrapped the tie around your wrists, binding them together with such expertise that had you questioning every thought inside your head.
“Keep them there okay?” He spoke, pushing your arching back down to the coldness of the table.
You nodded wordlessly, like you’d forgotten all how to talk. It took all of your willpower not to move your arms when his hands daunted your skirt, unzipping the material on the side of it, exposing the line of your panties.
He marvelled at the sight of you, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss to your hip before he pulled your skirt the rest of the way off, leaving you almost completely bare apart from the mouth watering sight of you in a matching set before him.
“Aw you’re doing so good keeping your hands there for me” Jiyong grinned almost mockingly making you practically glare up at him.
His hands moved to his jeans, unzipping the denim until you could see the visible strain in his boxers, your eyes ogling at the sight.
He took the jeans off, leaning back down to press hot kisses from the valley of your breath, slowly sauntering down to your panty line.
The teasing was ironic considering you could see how much restraint it was taking him not to just take you there and then.
With a firm grip on your hips he pulled you further down the table, closer towards him before he cupped your covered core, feeling the wetness there as he looked back up at you.
The choked gasp that left you was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the sounds you would make when he actually started would be even prettier.
“Is this for me jagi?” He taunted, making you whine a little, hips raising off the table, almost begging him to stop his cruel teasing.
“Yes- jiyong you said no teasing” you dramatically spoke, hating the way he had you wrecked before he even started.
There was a hint of a pout on his face, but he pulled your panties down anyway as he commented, “but its so much more fun like this baby”
The cold air hit your core, your thighs instinctively closing after being exposed to him, but he parted them again, firmly, “nuh uh’
It took everything inside you not to move your arms, not like they’d have much use whilst being tied together anyways.
“What is it?” He asked you, mock concern laced in with his voice at the sight of you nearly in tears at his slow torture.
Your legs wrapped around his torso, bringing him closer to you, the material of his boxers rubbing against your core so deliciously, “i want you inside me- please ji”
How could he say no to you when you were so desperate for him?
In a slow, torturous movement it bordered on painful, he pulled down the material, his cock pressing against your clit, it made you moan out, instinctively twitching away from him at the contact.
“What you already sensitive? Jagi i only teased you a little bit” he chuckled lowly, enjoying the way your breathing never evened out and you couldn’t keep still beneath him.
You didn’t even respond, couldn’t, for he positioned himself at your entrance, coating himself in your wetness, never giving you what you actually wanted yet.
“Seriously Jiyong?” You whined, trying to push your hips forward, craving the mouth watering stretch, the urge.
He pushed forward, the tip of him slipping inside you, easily due to your wetness but the burn of the stretch was still there, not that you were complaining.
You gasped out quietly, your focus drifting between the fact he told you to keep your arms still and the fact he was taking his sweet time filling you up.
He reached about half way before he let out his own involuntary groan at the way you clenched down on him hard, instinctively thrusting further inside you at the motion.
You moaned oh so sweetly when you got what you wanted, it would’ve pissed him off that you took advantage, if he wasn’t so drunk on the sounds leaving your throat already.
Jiyong decided not to tease you father that, just pulled out slightly only to fill you to the brink in one swift motion that had your eyes blurring hazy and you to choke up on a gasp.
The tip of him kissed your cervix in a way that had your legs locking around his torso, as if you were trying to keep him buried inside you, which you were.
He felt all of his restraint falling out the window at the feeling of you so tight around him, so pretty below him with his tie around your wrists and his marks littering your jaw.
“Fuck- so pretty for me” he murmured almost shakily which was new for Jiyong, his hip stuttering slightly as he pulled out till just the tip was resting heavy inside you before he slammed back in with a brutal force.
He kept up this motion until your were withering beneath him in just a few more rough, calculated thrusts, biting the inside of your arm in a desperate attempt not attract the attention of anyone outside of the VIP room.
He moved your arm out the way, moving it back above your head properly before his hands clamped down, one clutching the tie effectively pinning you down, the other covering your mouth, your high pitched moans and whimpers muffled behind it.
“You can’t even stay quiet, its like you want someone to catch us out”
Jiyong’s words only spurred you on, your eyes fluttering closed at the new angle due to him leaning over you slightly, breathlesss moans spilling behind his palm.
You tried to say something behind his hand, more, and he took the hint, his hand on the tie moving down to your clit, somewhat trusting you now to keep your hands where they were,
He rubbed lazy, teasing circles to your clit, barely enough pressure but it ready had your whines high pitched, your hips twitching with each one, paired with the rough thrusts of his cock in and out of you.
It was hypnotising the way he already knew your body just by looking at you.
“Think you can stay quiet now?”
When one particular thrust hit your g spot, you arched up into him, an almost scream like moan leaving you, his smirk taunting at his lips at the realisation from him, “I guess that’s a no, huh?”
He calculated each thrust to hit that spot perfectly, his fingers rubbing with more pressure on your cit, the mixture of the two causing your brain to short circuit.
Your legs trembled around his torso, the knot in your stomach tightening at the blurring white pleasure he had you reeling in.
He hissed when you clenched around him again, so divine, your breasts bouncing under your bra at each, cruel, delicious thrust of his hips.
You tried to warn him, tried to tell him you were close, but he figured that out before you even did, letting out a strained, “i know baby, i know, hang in there for me huh? You’re doing so good, don’t wanna let me down”
His words had you nodding, your body subconsciously holding out on the sweet release just moments away.
Jiyong felt his own high soon approaching, and with that, he let go of your mouth, roughly cradling your jaw in his hold instead, crashing his lips onto yours to drown out any of your noises.
“So, so good, it’s like you were made for me. you can- you can let go now jagi, let go for me” he muttered against your lips
Your body reacted before your mind did, the release you had been craving so long finally crashing down on you, his hips didn’t falter once, nor did his fingers, expertly helping you ride out the events of your high.
“That’s it”
Once he felt you cum around him, he let go himself, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy, spilling inside you with a low groan vibrating against your lips.
You whimpered at the feeling, foreign but oh so welcome.
He parted from your lips, both of your breaths hurried, practically gasping for air as he rested his head against your shoulder, cock twitching inside you, you could’ve sworn you heard him whimper almost inaudible.
Jiyong waited until you had calmed down a little more before he pulled out, you instinctively whining at the loss of contact, the emptiness, “poor thing” he taunted once more, he couldn’t help it.
He looked down at your sweat glistened skin, the way your chest raised and fell with each faltering breath.
In a fleeting motion he pulled up his boxers and jeans, the alcohol in his system not even caring to button them up yet, before he gently took your arms undoing the tie from around them, the material slipping off your wrists.
He pressed soft kisses to your wrists, making sure the tie wasn’t too tight on you before he pulled you up into his arms.
“Its okay, I’ve got you, you did so well”
That was the last thing you remembered that night.
The first thing you did notice in the morning however was the sheets adorning your figure. Unfamiliar, not the usual material of your own bedsheets.
You ignored it at first until the memories of the previous night fell into your brain.
You sat up quickly, your vision blurring with both the evidence of your hangover and the too quick motion.
Then you saw him, standing by the doorway, hand raised near the door like he was about to knock until he noticed you were awake.
Your clothes from last night were back on, clearly your own doing despite you not even remembering down so, and so was Jiyong’s, although he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
You were unsure of what to say, what to do, do you just leave? Jiyong beat you to it though, “you okay?”
That was the first thing he said to you, voice soft but deep, laced with tiredness and the evidence of his own hangover.
He was holding two coffee cups, something you were more than grateful about in this moment.
“Yeah, I’m fine” you say, unsure of what to do as you sat in his bed, his covers draped over your waist.
He nodded, walking over and placing the cup of coffee on your - his - bedside table before pondering gently, “do you remember what happened?”
“I remember everything until after it happened” you say, eyes slightly squinting adjusting to the headache forming and the lights above your head.
That earned a small, distant laugh from him.
He knew what happened last night was a drunken matter. He just prayed that you thought the same as him and thought it wasn’t a mistake.
If he was being honest it was the best hangover he ever had.
“We got dressed and I took you back here, you passed out straight on the bed”
You flushed with half embarrassment, half from the gummy smile that was on his face that warmed your heart to see every time.
Jiyong hesitated slightly before walking round to the other side of the bed, sitting next to you but careful to leave some distance just in case you did in fact deem last night as a mistake.
“I don’t regret it” he blurted out after a moment, hands limp in his lap, glasses adorning his face.
You looked at him, so softly he thought he could die, but his nervousness for your reaction was breaking him at the same time.
“I don’t either” you finally let out, secretly thanking everything that he felt the same.
The one thing that played on your mind however was the medias reaction.
You knew you shouldn’t care. Knew it was petty to even consider that when your guys’ happiness should come first. But the thoughts were still there.
He leaned his head back against the headboard, his head tilted slightly when two sets of paws came sauntering into the room, catching you off guard momentarily.
Upon seeing Zoa and Iye, you smiled, the sight bringing a mirrored expression to Jiyongs face as he watched you pet the cats who made their way onto the bed.
But his smile and focus wasn’t on the cats. It was on you. On the domesticity of the moment he thought he could easily get used to.
You looked back at him just as he spoke, “ah, sorry” he murmured, a bit flustered upon the innocence of the interruption.
“Its fine” you grinned, petting the cats so happily it almost made him laugh.
“what do you wanna do about it?”
That brought you back to the topic of hand, your fingers stilling over Iye’s fur. You glanced over again, before answering quietly,
“I don’t know..what do you wanna do about it?”
His smile widened, eyes crinkled lightly as he kept his eyes on you, “i want it to be like this. Waking up with you, smiling with you. That’s what i want”
Your smile dropped slightly. Not of dissapointment but at the raw authenticity of his words, “yeah?”
He nodded slowly, “yeah” he finished, running a hand through his morning, unruly hair that had you obsessed.
You didn’t exchange any words after that. But the way you both subconsciously sat closer to each other, basking in the morning glow and your hangovers suddenly felt so faint compared to the contentment in both your hearts.
And now as you lay with him, his arm looping around your shoulder, the media was the last thing on your mind.
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