Summary: Jiyong gets heated after his performance at MAMA and needs to blow off some steam. You’re happy to oblige.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Unprotected sex, mild language
Author’s Note: At this point, consider Jiyong in a suit a whole ass series. I’d been wanting to do this since this summer but it took a while to get here. You can find the other two fics I’ve written about his fits here. T Please note these can all be considered stand alones but will be listed under one master list to keep it easy and clean for me. Enjoy!
Jiyong and MAMA were an iconic duo, him always winning awards despite his many disses. It hasn’t been too shocking when you found out he was planning on performing again this year. When he’d asked you to go with him, you’d agreed, though sitting next to him in the car you suspected he was hoping this suit would have the same effect on you the others had had over the years and you smirked as he stepped out of the car, a hand held out for you.
There was no red carpet this year and you were ushered to your seats just as the show began. Jiyong’s fluffy hat hiding his new hair color was definitely taking away from the effects of his suit, but only slightly. His finger drawing small circles on your thigh were definitely helping your mind wander to the possibilities of your alone time later.
“Gotta go accept an award.” He winked before standing up.
MAMA always had the winners sit in a holding place alone, ruining the surprise of the award. You laughed at the irony that the G-Dragon was winning best solo male dance performance, but you cheered the loudest when he took the stage anyway.
A couple hours later he left you again to accept his award for male artist of the year, Jaeho came to get you a few minutes later. Jiyong was busy doing final touches of his performance outfit and you were relieved to see he’d ditched the hat.
“You look nice.” Jiyong turns, raising a brow at you as he slid into his furry coat.
“Nice?”
“Mhm. Lose the rat tails and you might even look hot.” You teased, placing a kiss on his cheek.
Jiyong rolled his eyes playfully and took a few deep breaths. He’d changed his set last minute and was feeling the nerves, afraid he wouldn’t have the perfect set worthy of the last performance time slot. He’d had surprised planned that he’d cut last minute and just wanted this to go smoothly.
“Hey, you ok?” You placed your hands carefully on either side of his face and he nodded.
“Yeah, just nervous about the changes.” He shrugged.
“You’re going to do great, the fans are going to love this.” Jiyong sighed before leaning in to kiss you.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me Ji.” You reached for his sunglasses, handing them to him. “Now go.” You swatted him away.
Jiyong headed for the door, sliding the glasses on his face as he walked. He hesitated for a minute, turning to face you once more. You really were everything to him. There was no way he would’ve gotten through the last year without you. You caught his eye, raising a brow.
“What?”
“Outfit is really doing nothing for you?”
“Oh it is.”
Jiyong smirked, walking out the room, his usual on stage swagger coming into play as he headed down the hall. He knew he was being silly, being so nervous about this particular performance but not being able to rehearse the changes after carefully planning an upbeat set was messing with him. Especially after the previous year.
The music started and he let the nerves fade as he took the stage. You watched proudly from side stage, standing next to Jaeho as Jiyong started up the lyrics of Drama. Something was off though, you’d watched him perform this all year, you could tell this wasn’t a Jiyong issue. His eyes darted to his band briefly, so quick if you’d blink you’d miss it. The audience was loving it, but you knew something was off.
The song came to an end and Jiyong stormed off his platform, Jaeho moving swiftly to his side as he he shook his head.
“They’re fucking with the audio.” It came out in the quietly. So quietly you knew. Jiyong was pissed. And damn it if you didn’t find it attractive.
Jaeho took his coat, handing it to you and you moved to stand in front of Jiyong as he fumbled with his bow tie. Swatting his hand away you fixed it, offering him a reassuring smile.
“Whatever you’re hearing, the audience isn’t. They’re eating this up. Just keep going.” Jiyong nodded, he refused to let MAMA win this war.
He went back out, forced himself to put on a smile for Heartbreaker. Thankfully the stage was full of his dancers and Wing, people he trusted. Even if the sound was off he was going to give the fans a performance he felt was good but he wasn’t going to let this defeat him.
That was until Untitled started. You held your breath as he took the stage the final time, but you could see it in his eyes how pissed off he was. This was a song that held so much meaning to him, to the fans, to everyone. When he threw the bow tie off you knew he was done. You moved, so that you were waiting directly by the lift for him when the song was over.
“Oppa-“ you started but he shook his head, his hand reaching for yours.
“Don’t want to talk.” You knew this routine well.
Your hand slid into his as he led you to the dressing room. He held up his hand before reaching for the door knob. A silent way of telling his team to back off before he led you inside. The door slammed shut as he started stripping out of his performance suit. A shame. You wanted to take that off him slowly, before everything had gone to shit.
“Ji.” He didn’t turn to face you.
Instead he busied himself with getting his outfit together to accept his artist of the year award. The irony of them fucking with is mic just to give him the highest honor of the night. He needed a cigarette. He bit down on his press on nail, letting out an angry sigh as the nail popped off.
“Ji.” He turned this time. “You have to calm down.”
He nodded, making his way to you. You didn’t have much time to process before his lips were on yours. Your mouth moved against his quickly, your arms wrapping around him. His hand moved to rest firmly on the wall behind you, his other running down your body. He gripped your thigh, pulling you closer.
“Ji, what?” You breathed as you broke the kiss. Jiyong’s lips moved to your neck kissing up to your ear.
“Help me take the edge of Jagi.” He whispered, biting down on your earlobe gently before his mouth was on yours again.
You nodded as you returned the kiss. Jiyong kissed you with an urgency you hadn’t experienced since the commercial shoot. He moved his hand from your thigh, slowly moving up. His hand brushed against your panties and you moaned against his lips, your hip bucking lightly at his touch.
“Always so eager, Jagiya.” He smirked.
He moved your panties to the side, his finger sliding inside of your folds quickly finding your clit. His finger moved in tight circles, quickly. He wanted to take his time but judging by his calculations he only had minutes. He could take his time later. He brought you close to the edge quickly, your breaths coming out quick.
“Ji, please.”
Jiyong wasted no time. He removed his hand from your clit and moved to push his boxers down. Your legs wrapped around him and he held you close as he positioned himself at your entrance, entering slowly. His hips moved against yours as he entered you completely. He waited a second, letting you get used to the filling before he moved back, only his tip left inside of you before he slammed in. His hips thrusting in and out of you quickly. Your hands clawed against his back, holding on tightly as your hips moved in sync with his.
Your head moved to rest at Jiyong’s neck, biting down on his exposed skin as your bodies moved together. You were already so close thanks to his previous work, your walls tightening against him. Jiyong let out a groan as he moved faster, rougher. You could get used to this side of him.
“I’m so close, Ji.” You moaned, your back hitting the wall with each of Ji’s thrusts.
Jiyong responded with a moan of his own, hitting you just right with each thrust. His dick twitching inside of you, his release just as close. He slowed his pace, circling his hips causing you to moan loudly. Everything went hazy and you felt weightless as your body relaxed in his arms, your orgasm coming in waves. Jiyong pumped in and out a few more times, his own release following yours. He stilled as he came inside of you, his hand running soothing circles over your back as you both fought to catch your breath.
His eyes stayed locked on you, making sure you were okay before he pulled out of you. You slid down, your feet hitting the ground and you smoothed out your dress, a small smile on your face. Jiyong leaned in, kissing you slowly, forehead resting against yours.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed.” He nodded, pulling away from you reluctantly.
Jiyong did not want to go back out there, but this was it. One more award and then you could go home for a few hours before it was off to the next. You helped Jiyong into his suit, fixed his hair, straightened his ribbon.
“Handsome.” You nodded, the smile still on your face. Jiyong rolled his eyes, the smirk from earlier returning. “Now go take your throne.”
Jiyong gave you a cheeky grin before exiting the room. You stayed back, helping get the room cleared. You knew Jiyong the best and knew he’d want to get out of here as quickly as possible.
A few minutes later, another award in hand, Jiyong entered the room with a sigh of relief. He’d done the pictures with the people he needed to take them with. Now he could relax.
You both took turns taking photos for Instagram, Jiyong posing smugly with his award before lining them all up and snapping a quick photo. Once he was satisfied with his work, he took your hand in his and led you out of the venue.
“New diss track coming?” You asked once you were safely in the car.
Jiyong had been watching a reel MAMA had posted of his performance and snorted. Going to the comments he left a thumbs down emoji before shutting off the app.
“Maybe.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “Right now I’m more concerned with continuing what we started earlier.”
“Lose the rat tails and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Jiyong rolled his eyes, letting out his first real laugh of the night.
“Okay, Jagi. You’ve got yourself a deal then.”
Jiyong reached for the braids, quickly removing them from his hair and winked at you as he let them fall to his lap. He definitely couldn’t wait to get you home.
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