Resume: You and him are the leaders of two of the most famous band in Korea, and recently you decided to collab together. After months of working together, your song was ready, and the choreography was being prepared as well. One day, after practicing it, all the other members left, so he decided to accompany you home, but outside was raining.
Author space: Hi guys!! I’m Aggy, and this is my first ff, so lemme know what you think about it. Btw, English its not my first language, so sorry in advance if you find some mistakes. Hope you like it, bye!
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Y/n’s p.o.v.
‘God, today was exhausting’ you thought to yourself as you changed into some comfortable and non-sweaty clothes. You were alone in the changing room, since your band members had already gone home, leaving you just with Jiyong. You and him had become very close thanks to new song you were working on for the past few months. You’ve noticed since the first time you’ve talked with him about this project how a good composer he is, not forgetting his amazing voice and creative mind when it comes to music. Your thoughts were interrupted from a knock on the door. ‘’Hey, y/n, I’ve just done changing. Have you?’’ You pulled your hoodie on, taking your practice bag and your phone before opening the changing room’s door. ‘’Yeah, I’ve just finished’’ you said to his face with a gentle smile ‘’Do you need anything?’’. He looked at you for a moment, smiling back at you nicely ‘’No, no.. just wanted to know if you wanted me to walk you home. You know, it’s getting late..’’ he said, leaning against the door frame. ‘Sweet of him. He never did that’, you thought, finding his behavior unusual. You were friends yeah, and It’s not that he was ever mean or rude with you, but he’s not the sweetest ever too. ‘’Sure, thank you’’ you said, happy to hear that he wanted to spend time with you.
As soon as you both collected your things, you started walking towards the exit, talking about what could make your project even better. While you were explaining to him how you could improve some dance steps, he stopped, looking outside with a slight annoyed gaze. ‘’What’s up?’’ You asked confused before looking at the door yourself, seeing that it was raining heavily. ‘Fuck, I took my umbrella out of my bag this morning’ you bit your inner cheek for being so stupid from not checking the weather before leaving the umbrella at home. You turned around, searching from a reassuring face from him that said ‘Don’t worry, I have one’, but all you received was him pinching his nose bridge, cursing himself probably for making the same mistake as you.
‘’I deduce you don’t have an umbrella, right..?’’ He sighed softly, searching in his backpack one last time out of desperation. “It’s okay, we can call an uber, no?” you said, trying to reassure him (and also yourself). “It’s too late for taxies, they’re all gone at this hour” he told you. You stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered something. “Wait…” you murmured, grabbing lightly onto his sleeve before he could start panicking even more. “My apartment is only like ten minutes away from here.” He raised an eyebrow. “Ten minutes in this?” he asked, pointing outside at the heavy rain hitting the windows violently. You laughed softly. “Okay, maybe fifteen.” Jiyong let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “You’ll get sick.” “So will you if we stay here forever,” you replied. “Besides, my place is closer than yours, right?” He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah… it is.” “Then we can just wait there until the rain calms down,” you suggested casually, even though your heart was beating faster at the idea of him coming over. He looked at you silently for a few seconds, almost as if he was analyzing your expression.
Then, the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk. “Fine,” he sighed dramatically. “But if I catch a cold, I’m blaming you.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re such a baby.” “And you’re mean,” he shot back immediately. The two of you finally stepped outside, instantly regretting it. “Ah, shit—” Jiyong cursed as cold rain hit his face. You burst into laughter while trying to cover your head with your bag. “Come on!” The streets were almost empty, only illuminated by the soft orange streetlights reflecting on the wet pavement. You and Jiyong walked quickly side by side, occasionally bumping shoulders while trying to avoid puddles. At some point, he suddenly grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you closer to him to avoid a car splashing water near the sidewalk. “Careful,” he muttered. For a second, you forgot about the rain completely. Your cheeks warmed slightly, hoping the darkness was enough to hide it.
By the time you finally reached your apartment building, both of you were completely soaked. “Oh my God…” you laughed breathlessly while searching for your keys. “We look terrible.” Jiyong ran a hand through his wet hair, smiling tiredly. “Speak for yourself. I still look good.” You snorted. “Your ego survived the rain, impressive.” “Obviously.” As soon as you opened the apartment door, warmth immediately welcomed both of you. Jiyong stepped inside carefully, looking around your place with curious eyes. “It’s nice,” he said softly. You smiled shyly while taking off your wet shoes. “It’s small, though.” “It suits you.” The way he said it so naturally made your stomach flutter unexpectedly. Trying to ignore it, you quickly turned away. “I’ll get you a towel before you flood my floor.” “Too late for that,” he laughed quietly.
You quickly walked toward your room while Jiyong stayed awkwardly near the entrance, trying not to drip water everywhere. “Wait here,” you told him. “I think I still have some clothes my brother left last time he visited.” “You have a brother?” he asked curiously from behind you. “Yeah, unfortunately,” you joked, opening one of your drawers. “He keeps forgetting his stuff here.” After searching for a few seconds, you finally pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black oversized hoodie. “These should fit you… more or less.” Jiyong took the clothes from your hands, looking at them with amusement. “Your brother has good taste.” “You literally wear black every single day.” “Exactly,” he replied proudly. You shook your head with a small smile before pointing toward the bathroom. “You can shower first if you want. You’ll probably die if you stay in wet clothes any longer.” He looked genuinely surprised for a second. “Are you sure?” “Jiyong, you’re dripping on my floor.” He laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, okay. Thank you.”
A few minutes later, you heard the shower running. The sound strangely relaxed you. You took the opportunity to change into your own pajamas: an oversized t-shirt and soft shorts. After drying your hair quickly, you walked into the kitchen to prepare something warm. Just as you finished making two mugs of tea, the bathroom door opened. You turned around automatically.. and nearly froze. The clothes fit him perfectly. The hoodie sleeves were slightly too short for his arms, and his damp hair fell naturally over his forehead, making him somehow look even softer than usual. He noticed your stare almost immediately. “What?” he asked, smirking lightly “Nothing,” you answered way too quickly, handing him one of the mugs to avoid eye contact. “Here “Thank you,” he said quietly this time. For a moment, the apartment became comfortably silent except for the rain outside hitting the windows. “Come on,” you murmured after clearing your throat. “Let’s sit before the couch starts feeling abandoned.” “The couch missed me?” “Don’t push it.” Jiyong laughed softly before following you to the living room.
The two of you sat on the couch, not too close but not exactly far apart either. A random movie played quietly on the TV only for background noise while the storm continued outside. You pulled a blanket over your legs, taking a sip from your tea. “This is nice,” Jiyong suddenly said. You glanced at him. “Being trapped because of the rain?” “No,” he replied softly, looking at you instead of the screen. “Being here with you.” Your heart skipped embarrassingly fast. “Oh.” A small smile appeared on his lips at your reaction. “You get shy really easily,” he teased quietly. “And you talk too much,” you mumbled, hiding part of your face behind the mug. His laughter filled the room warmly, mixing perfectly with the sound of the rain outside.
“You know,” Jiyong started after a few moments, lazily leaning back against the couch, “I thought working with you would be intimidating.” You turned to look at him with disbelief. “Me? Intimidating?“Mm.” He nodded seriously. “You’re talented, strict during practice, everyone respects you…” his lips curled slightly, “and honestly, you looked like the type of person who would ignore me if I annoyed you.”You scoffed softly. “Maybe I should’ve.” “Too late now,” he replied immediately. You tried to hide your smile by looking down at your mug. “You’re actually way different from what I expected too.” “Oh?” he hummed, interested. “How so?” You hesitated for a second. “I thought you were colder.” His expression softened slightly at your words. “A lot of people think that,” he admitted quietly. “But you’re not,” you said without even thinking.
For a brief moment, neither of you spoke. The rain outside seemed quieter now, almost distant compared to the tension slowly building between you two. Jiyong looked at you carefully, his gaze softer than you had ever seen before. “You notice small things about people,” he murmured. Your heartbeat sped up again. “Maybe only about certain people,” you replied before realizing what you had just implied. His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh?” You groaned softly, immediately hiding your face with the blanket. “Forget I said anything.” A quiet laugh escaped him. “No, I don’t think I will.” You felt him gently tugging the blanket down just enough for you to look at him again. His face was closer now. Way closer. “You’re cute when you get embarrassed,” he whispered teasingly. “Stop saying things like that,” you muttered weakly, completely unable to look away from him. “Why?” “Because…” you swallowed nervously, “you make me nervous.” The teasing expression on his face disappeared almost instantly. Instead, he smiled softly. “Good,” he said quietly. Your breath caught in your throat.
Before you could even process the situation properly, he slowly lifted his hand toward your face, carefully brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so gentle it almost hurt. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly. You nodded before your brain could form an actual sentence. Jiyong smiled a little at your rushed reaction before finally leaning in. The kiss was warm and slow, almost hesitant at first. But the moment you kissed him back, he relaxed completely. One of his hands moved naturally to your waist while yours instinctively grabbed the front of his hoodie. You could still hear the rain outside.
The TV was still playing some random movie neither of you cared about anymore. And somehow, in that moment, everything felt strangely perfect. When he finally pulled away, he stayed close enough for your noses to brush lightly. “Well,” he murmured with a grin, “that was definitely better than practice.” You laughed breathlessly, cheeks burning. “You’re unbelievable.” “And you still like me.” Unfortunately for you, he was absolutely right. You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how warm your face still felt after kissing him. “This is bad, you know that right?” you murmured, although there wasn’t much conviction in your voice anymore. Jiyong tilted his head slightly. “The kiss?” “No,” you laughed softly. “Us.” He looked personally offended. “Wow. That hurts.” “You know what I mean,” you said, lightly pushing his shoulder. “If people found out… YG and our company would probably lose their minds.” “Mm,” he hummed thoughtfully, leaning back into the couch. “The entertainment world does love making everything dramatic.” “They’d probably ban us from even breathing in the same room.” “That sounds difficult considering we literally made a whole song together.”
You snorted quietly. For a moment, both of you imagined the chaos: managers panicking, rumors everywhere, fans analyzing every interaction. Honestly, it sounded exhausting. Jiyong looked at you again, his expression softening. “Do you regret it?” he asked suddenly. Your eyes widened immediately. “What? No.” The answer came out so fast that it made him smile. You sighed quietly before moving a little closer to him under the blanket. “I’m just saying…” you mumbled, resting your head carefully against his shoulder, “maybe the companies don’t need to know.” His arm naturally wrapped around you almost instantly. “Ah,” he whispered dramatically, “a secret relationship already?” “Don’t make it sound weird.” He laughed softly before pressing a small kiss against the top of your head. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “They don’t have to know.” And honestly?
With the rain still falling outside, his warmth beside you, and his heartbeat steady under your cheek… you were perfectly okay with keeping this secret a little longer.
use me how you need, so long as i'm your favorite toy
choi su-bong (thanos) x reader | oneshot | 1698 words
warnings: nsfw, non-explicit sex (at least not imo), toxic relationship, VERY brief salesman x reader
work below the cut!!
It had been like this since the first night these games had started.
You were either bent over the bathroom sink or slammed against the door of a stall while your fellow players were all doing decidedly more useful things, such as fearing for their lives in these death games or catching up on much needed sleep.
It all started after being met by some man in a suit, purring that you could play more games to win money as you stood there, holding your stinging cheek as tears welled up in your eyes, matching the warmth pooling in your abdomen at the pain. You took the business card from him with shaky hands and flushed cheeks, dialing the number on the back as soon as humanly possible.
The first game had been Red Light, Green Light. You remembered the way you scoffed at the short-haired man who rushed ahead of everyone else, shouting into his jacket sleeve about people dying and staying careful. You murmured jokes to the long-haired man next to you, who seemed a tad bit more anxious than you, but still laughed along. You found a morbid sort of thrill in the danger of such a game, even once it was revealed Player 456 was correct as shots rang out through the large room and blood decorated the sandy field.
"Guess he was telling the truth. Thought he was on something, honestly," you snarked to the man next to you, who revealed his name to be Nam-gyu. He laughed, albeit a bit shakily, as you both continued to make your way closer to the finish line.
Your interest was piqued by the energetic man with purple hair, who decided to push the people ahead of him. While you knew deep down it was cruel and unusual, you couldn't help but meet his gaze and return the grin he shot you. You really should have been disgusted by him and his actions, blood now decorating his face. But you really never had much self respect to begin with.
After the game, with you and Nam-gyu sticking close to each other as you passed the finish line, both cracking jokes even as shots rang out and more bodies dropped, you noticed the man from before still staring at you. He'd approached you both, more comfortable with Nam-gyu than you (as the two had been conversing before the games had started), before asking for your name with a smirk.
You'd given it without hesitation. "What about you? Seems from all those people begging for your picture like you're famous, but I don't keep up with celebrities." You tried to act disengaged as you straightened out your jacket, wiping some of the blood that had splattered onto your hands on your tracksuit pants. He feigned shock, bringing a tattooed hand to his chest. He tried to reply before Nam-gyu cut him off.
"Really, Y/N? Famous rapper Thanos doesn't ring a bell for you?" He patted him on the shoulder as the man—you guessed he went by Thanos, which made you hold back a snort—hit him lightly on the chest.
"I've got this, Nam-su." He smirked at you again, raising an eyebrow and ignoring the long-haired man groaning, 'Nam-gyu.' He wrapped an arm around your waist, his proximity dizzying as you noticed his blown-out pupils. "Why don't we get to know each other, huh?"
It was after voting to leave had taken place that night, when it seemed as though the pills he'd taken had worn off, that he crept to your side as you lazily slid into bed, teasing that he needed a new addiction while he was in this place. You had initially rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but you weren't known for your strong resolve. The blood on his face and clothes was only adding to you giving up the last piece of self-respect you had left.
You were never quite sure how the two of you convinced the guards to let you out after lights-out. Maybe the miniscule logical part of you secretly wished they would close the slats and deny your requests. The overpowering irrational part of you knew that if that had happened, it would only lead to limbs tangled together under the sheets of the bunk.
The first night had been painful, your pleasure clearly not at the forefront of his mind as he simply used you against the stall—such a thing that would leave any normal person dry and refusing to return. Unfortunately for you, you were obviously not a normal person. The pace he set was brutal, your body living proof of that as the markings slightly peeked out above your tracksuit collar. You weren't sure how long you both stayed there, slick with sweat and panting in time with the rhythm he set, but you didn't care. Despite his temporary sobriety, you felt as though you were at your highest as he degraded and berated you.
Even when he pressed a rough kiss against your lips and muttered some half-ass declaration of love, you knew he was simply using you. You didn't care. That was how you'd gotten into these games in the first place, you let others treat you as a stepping stone to get what they wanted, as long as they gave you a sliver of attention. Call it a fucked-up childhood, mental instability, you didn't care—how could you, when he was holding you so closely as he came down from his temporary high and muttering sweet nothings as your back was pressed against the door?
It had grown into your nightly routine. After you teamed up in the six-legged pentathlon with Thanos, Nam-gyu, and some other players who you hadn't bothered to learn the names of because they weren't him, he was pressed against you as the guard let both of you through to use the bathroom, begging to see if your skills could be used for things besides gong-gi. Obviously, you had indulged him, even when he called you all sorts of mean names while hissing through his teeth because of your hands.
During each vote, you couldn't care less whether or not you were going home. You wore the blue circle on your chest with pride, preening when you would return to the side of players desperate for the prize as Thanos cooed how loyal you were, even if he treated you more like a pet than a lover when everyone else was watching. Nam-gyu was the only other person who spoke to you, seeing as everyone else was too scared to get close to the person who that menace had claimed.
It was only after Mingle that he had truly fucked you with some sort of emotion, when in his drugged-out state he had forgotten to pull you into a room with him and his other teammates, forcing you to be dragged along with Player 380 in a rush. You hadn't even cared, reasoning to yourself that Thanos had better things to worry about than you, even as hot tears streamed down your face when the girl laden with piercings asked you if you were alright.
You remembered how he pulled you into him with desperation after the doors had opened again, trying his best to joke through his anxieties as he acted as though he knew Player 380 would ensure your safety. But after the vote that night, even after you had voted "O" without a second thought and bounded towards him with a smile on your face, he stuck to you like glue. He'd ripped you out of your bunk with a newfound desperation during lights-out, urgent to get to the restroom you considered your second home as he pressed you against the sink, hands shaky.
"Thought I'd really lost you this time, shit," he panted out, voice barely above your noises of pleasure. When you practically screamed out his name, he quickly corrected you as he stopped suddenly. "Su-bong." His tone was serious, with his expression matching. You felt your blood run cold, having never seen him in such a state. "Please, my real name—Call me Su-bong."
You swore his grip on your hips was tighter than ever before, especially as your cries of his real name echoed throughout the empty room, burying himself into you as he finally finished what he had come to do. That was usually all it ever was, with Su-bong using your body and you being able to completely get off on it. But not tonight, it seemed, as he knelt in front of you while kissing your thighs. You weren't used to such intimacy from him, or anyone for that matter. Your face burned as he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes glassy. The pleasure he brought as he finally used his mouth between your thighs was foreign to you, something you had never felt before. Your climax was different from any you had ever had, fingers tangled in his hair as you realized this was what was supposed to be normal. He held you close as you came down from ecstasy, pressing soft kisses to your lips. It was out of the ordinary for him, adding to the tender words he was mumbling against your pulse.
"I won't let anything happen to you, baby, not again." He gently sucked at your neck, the bruises blooming beneath his lips a painful reminder of his ownership over you. "Don't know what I'd do in here without you. I'll keep you safe, promise."
You knew his promises were empty. You didn't care. You knew everything would go back to normal in the morning, once he slipped the colorful pills past his lips while chuckling with Nam-gyu, caressing your side as he ignored anything you tried to add to the conversation. You didn't mind it. He paid attention to you once the lights were off and no one was around to see, and that was enough for you. It always was.
He was using you, and you didn't care; he was using everyone. You were his favorite, at least for now, and that was all that mattered.
summary: set in August 2007, you’re trying to catch up to your friends - you wanted to kiss a boy before you were off to college. After spending some time with Seung-hyun, you realize you want him to be your first kiss
pairing: Choi Seung-hyun/T.O.P x Fem!Reader (and obligatory GD cameo)
a/n: this has been in my drafts since last summer! not proofread - apologies for any spelling errors; it has an open ending - depending on feedback, it might get a part 2, a little less innocent 😉
w/c: 2.2k
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You were at the beautiful Haeundae Beach with your family. Lovely weather and white sand beaches as far as eyes could see. Except, it felt more like a punishment. As an almost 19-year-old, you would have rather spent that time with your friends in Seoul, at the mall or at someone’s house, listening to the latest hits, binge-watching new shows and discussing which idol is the hottest. You felt robbed!
“Mom, I’m gonna get a milkshake.” -you say to her, as your parents settle on the beach on their towels and under a sunbrella.
“Sure!”
With that, you leave. You didn’t really care for the milkshake. It was just an excuse. You were on a mission - you needed to find a boy to kiss. You’ve been hanging out with the popular girls for the last 2 years and they have already kissed boys - some of them even had sex! And here you were, going off to SNU in spring, and you’ve never even flirted with a guy - nor has anyone flirted with you. You were beyond doomed! It was your aim to find a guy, who hopefully won’t mind a little summer teasing, and steal a kiss.
As you stood by a souvenir shop, looking at some trinkets, someone spoke to you.
“You like that, sunshine?” -a guy.
You turn in his direction with lowered sunglasses to measure him up. Maybe an inch or two taller than you, gummy smile, sunglasses, a tacky baseball cap on backwards, no shirt - no surprise, you were at the beach - and Hawaii shorts. Cringe - you think and put the sunglasses back.
“It looks nice.” -you shrug.
“I can get it for ya, if ya want.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” -you say and take a few steps away from him, looking at the magnets now.
“What’s your name, sunshine?”
“It’s (Y/n).”
“Nice to meet you, (Y/n). I’m G-Dragon.”
“What?” -you have a hard time holding back a chuckle. “Is that your real name?” -your reaction doesn’t make him nervous though. Like he’s got the confidence of the whole damn world.
“It’s Ji-yong.” -he says then adds. “But to you, it’s GD, baby!”
“I’m good.” -you say and start walking away. You are desperate but not this desperate! He gives up, not pressuring you, but he’s still around. Waiting. For you? You’re not sure. Out of safety, you don’t want to walk back to your parents alone. You spot another guy nearby. He’s crouched down, looking at some art. His messy emo haircut is pushed out of his face by his sunglasses. Those cheekbones. Those curious boba eyes. That jawline! He’s wearing a white T-Shirt and pink swimming shorts. He’s talking to the owner, smiles, - oh that smile! -, buys the art and stands up. He’s so tall! His eyes meet yours. You slowly walk up to him.
“Hey, sorry, but um… could you help me out?” -you ask, with a shaking voice, batting your eyes - all cute and helpless. He looks around, making sure you were talking to him and he nods. “There’s a creepy dude around and um ... could you stay with me until he leaves.” -your heart is pounding against your chest like a drum, thinking where did you get the audacity to manipulate such a handsome guy like that?!
“Yeah, sure.” -he reassures. His voice is much deeper than you expected. “Which one?”
You turn around to point out Ji-yong but he’s already in front of you.
“Did you buy it, hyung?” -he speaks over you. To the guy behind you. Hyung?
“Yep! Got a pretty good deal.” -he answers. Do these two know each other?
Then Ji-yong lowers his face to you.
“Hey, sunshine! Long time. What are you still doing here?”
“She’s worried about some creepy dude. I’m just gonna stay close to her until he leaves.” -his friend answers instead of you. Great, thank you, handsome stranger!
“Really, you told him I’m some creepy dude?!” -Ji-yong is offended.
“No, I wasn’t!” -you lie all flustered.
“I was just trying to ask you out! I wasn’t being creepy!”
“Oh, please!” -you snap back. “You were drooling all over the floor like a little puppy!”
“Well, excuse me for hitting on a pretty girl, like yourself!” -he huffs. Wait, did he just call me pretty? No guy has ever called me that! “I shot my shot.” -he continues. “So sue me!”
“Fine!” -you groan, still blushing. “I’m sorry I called you a creep, ok?” -you weren’t used to being hit on. This was your first time actually. But he didn’t need to know that! “I’ll get you a slushie or something.”
“A slushie? How old do you think I am?!” -Ji-yong asks in utter shock, as his friend starts laughing at your interaction. “Very funny, hyung.”
“Sorry, man, but it is.” -he chuckles in his deep baritone. “Let’s just get some ice-cream. All of us.”
The three of you sat in an ice cream parlour. You cleared the air and you learned about them. The one you ran for help was called Seung-hyun. They were in a band called BIGBANG with two other members. They showed you a few songs on their mp3 players. Whereas you keep up your queen bee girl facade for them. Fake it, til you make it, right? You also learned that Ji-yong was younger than you, so the slushie comment really hit home. They also told you about their hobbies. In the middle of Seung-hyun’s story about art, your phone buzzed. Your mom texted you. Shit!
Mom❤️: Must be a long queue at the milkshake vendor
Sorry, brb -you write back immediately. “Sorry, guys, my mo-… mates are waiting for me.” -it would be pretty embarrassing to tell them that the cool girl came on holidays with her parents!
“Your mates?” -they look at you.
“Yeah, we’re chilling on the beach! Over there! I just… needed some time away from them.” -you let out an awkward giggle and push your chair back. “Thanks for this, I had a great time!”
“We can walk you back to them!” -Seung-hyun offers.
“No, it’s fine! Bye!” -you wave and take off as fast as you can.
“Is it me or is she weird?” -Ji-yong didn’t say a word, but he clocked your behaviour off the bat.
“Yeah, it doesn’t add up. She’s definitely hiding something.”
“She might have a boyfriend.”
“No, she would have said so.” -Seung-hyun disagrees and follows you with his eyes until you disappear in the sea of people on the promenade.
You lied to your parents, that you got distracted - well, half-lie. You did get distracted, but you never specify by what. Or by whom. Your mission wasn’t a complete fail, but unsuccessful regardless. You never even got their phone numbers! There is a slim chance you’d meet them again, you thought, but you were wrong!
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“Bit old to be your mates, don’t you think?” -a familiar baritone asks the next day. You were lounging on a big towel on the beach in your parents’ company - who, by the way, were looking at you and Seung-hyun in a questioning manner.
“Seung-hyun?” -you shoot up in a sitting position. “H-how did you find me?” -you stutter but smile ear-to-ear seeing him.
“You’re not easy to forget.” -he winks at you behind his sunglasses. This makes your cheeks turn red as a tomato and you bite your lips from the inside. Not only at what he said, but he said it in front of your parents. Awkward!
Seung-hyun bows towards your parents. What a gentleman!
“I hope I didn’t get her in trouble yesterday.” -he adds.
“Was he your distraction yesterday?” -your dad teases. You nod gingerly. “Go and have fun!”
“Thanks, dad!”
“Your mates?” -he nudges you as the two of you walk away.
“Yeah, popular girls spend time with their families, too!” -you shrug.
“Oh, for sure.” -he teases.
This time, you made sure to get Seung-hyun’s number, but it’s unnecessary. You spent most of your holidays hanging out with him and Ji-yong.
You tried a bunch of arcade games - you whopped their asses in air hockey. Ji-yong dominated bowling, although you and Seung-hyun were as bad as each other, Ji-yong really had no competition. You spent more time and money on playing than anything else - which is more than unusual for you. But you enjoy their company, especially Seung-hyun’s. Your flight back to Seoul was coming closer and closer with each passing hour, and you haven’t kissed anyone yet! You were sure if you asked Ji-yong, he would be more than happy to oblige, but you didn’t want him to be your first kiss. You wanted it to be Seung-hyun.
“Can’t believe this is my last day here.” -you say in a passing comment as the three of you walk back to the beach.
“You’re going back to Seoul tomorrow?” -Seung-hyun asks.
“Yeah, afternoon flight.”
“We should hang out tonight then.” -Ji-yong suggests. “It would be cool! Beat you both in bowling again.”
“I’m in.” -Seung-hyun agrees.
“I have to ask my parents, but I’d like it, too.” -with that you go back to your parents.
It took some convincing, but they let you meet with Seung-hyun in the evening. You got ready. First, a shower and hairwash. The outfit consisted of a mini, floral dress, sandals and a denim jacket - in case it got windy. Before you left, you texted Seung-hyun that you were on your way. Heart throbbing like crazy all afternoon, you were sure you’ll seal the deal. Perfume! - you thought, before you sprayed your body with a beloved scent.
“You’re staying home.” -Seung-hyun tells off his younger bandmate, when he reads your text.
“I am?”
“Yeah, I wanna spend some time with (y/n). Alone!”
“What, you’ve got a crush on her?”
“Shut up.”
“But this was my idea.”
“And I am grateful.”
Ji-yong rolls his eyes but stays behind. He knows Seung-hyun needs this date more than anything. After his messy break-up, he’s been completely shut off towards people. It was refreshing to see him take interest in someone.
Even though you were the one who left earlier, Seung-hyun beat you to it. He was waiting for you at the same souvenir shop you met at for the first time. The promenade had a fun vibe, and you loved it. You spotted Seung-hyun, as he was checking his watch, smoking a cigarette. You haven’t seen him smoke once - but again, you only hang out for two weeks. He wore a long sleeve shirt, rolled up on his lower arm, cargo pants with some obnoxiously colourful shoes.
“Hey!” -you greet when you’re only a few steps.
“Hi!” -he turns to you, eyeing you up and down. “You look great.” -his compliment makes you blush and he gives you a half hug, putting an arm over your shoulder. You can smell his cologne. He smells good - sexy! He puts out his cigarette in a nearby bin.
“Do I?” -you feign surprise, very badly. “Thanks! Where’s your little buddy?” -you look around, searching for Ji-yong.
“He wasn’t feeling well.” -he shrugs, desperate to change the subject. “You ready?” -he asks, putting a hand out for you.
“Yeah!” -with a big smile and your heart skipping a beat, you take his hand. So soft. -you notice.
He invites you for a hot dog. Obviously, it’s messy. You get mustard and ketchup in the corner of your mouth that Seung-hyun cleans up - the action makes you blush and drop your eyes.
He also takes you to grab some ice-cream. You sit on a bench - Seung-hyun faces towards the promenade, people-watching, while you position yourself to look at the sea. The sun is slowly setting, disappearing into the sea, painting the sky in all shades of orange.
“It’s absolutely perfect.” -you say.
“The ice-cream?” -he asks. God, he’s clueless. -you think and giggle. “What?”
“Spending time with you.” -you admit. You look towards the sea and let your head touch his shoulder. “I had a great time with you.” -unsure what else to do, you stay like this; heart beating fast, throat getting dry. If it doesn’t happen now, you’re gonna pass out of nerves.
Seung-hyun moves away. Did I say something wrong? Shit, I freaked him out, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have said anything…But he smiles at you. He brushes your cheek and leans closer, closing the small gap between you. And then, his soft lips find yours. He kisses you. A chaste one, but nonetheless, a kiss. Your first kiss. Unable to kiss back – partly because you're stunned, partly because you don’t know how to! - he stops.
“Something wrong?” -he asks in a whisper.
“I, uh, heh…phew!” -you’re lost for words, your head spins60 miles an hour. “Great!” -you finally muster out a meaningful word.
“Why are you so stunned?” -he chuckles in an endearing manner, placing some stray hair behind your ear. “Couldn’t have been your first kiss.”
You turn lobster red at the statement. You look at him, completely frozen.
“Really?”
“W-would it be so bad if… if it was my first?” -you ask back, biting your lower lips.
“Not at all.” -he hums. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in a hug. He kisses your cheek and places his chin on the top of your head. You're about to combust in joy and happiness! You’ve never felt like this before. “I had a feeling you were hiding something.” -he adds. “I didn't think it would be so innocent.”
“So you don’t think I’m weird?” -you ask back.
“What? Of course, not!” -he cups your chin to look in your eyes. “But… are you open to some constructive criticism?” -a smile is tugging at the corner of his lips. A little worried, you nod. “You need a lot of practice.”
“Oh, my God!” -you burst out laughing, covering your face. “I’m so bad, aren’t I?”
“Not bad. Just inexperienced. And I’d be very happy to practice with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Come on!” -he grabs your hand and pulls you up. In the midst of giggles, you follow his lead.
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.
STUCK WITH YOU (smau!) pt.3 || Choi Subong (Thanos)
warning/this story contains: 18+, female reader. dating app au, random text messages, explicit language, some typos, discussions of toxic relationships, mentions of physical aggression and emotional cheating, trauma dumping, flirting (of course, it’s subong we’re talking about), slow friendship development? maybe?
a/n: yes, part 3 is finally here, i know, i know… aaaand part 4 will have a narrated part teehee. sorry if the quality of this one sucks, i edited the images on my ipad and i think it messed the quality up, sigh… anyway, enjoy!
Hi I don’t know if I can still request but I really want it can you please write jiyong fic about overstimulation like multiple rounds and reader is overstimulated but jiyong keeps going because he kinda on what’s it call like love drug?? I don’t know the drug that makes people wanna have sex 👉🏻👈🏻 thank you
About story: One rare night, you and Jiyong finally get the chance to go out like any other couple. No cameras, no fans, no careful public image, just music, alcohol, dancing, and the freedom to lose yourselves in each other for a while. But when your best friend offers you something meant to make the night even more intense, curiosity and alcohol blur the line between a bad idea and a dangerous one. What starts as a wild experiment quickly turns into an overwhelming night neither of you experiences the way you expected. By morning, the illusion is gone, leaving only exhaustion, regret, and the realization that nothing feels better than wanting each other with a clear mind...
Pairing: Jiyong (G-Dragon) x Reader
Word Count: 4,000 | Oneshot
Content Note: Established relationship, party setting, alcohol consumption, fictional substance use, unnamed substance, impaired judgment, drug-induced arousal, overstimulation, multiple rounds, explicit sexual content, oral sex, dirty talk, possessive behavior, intense sexual situations, emotional aftercare, regret, anti-drug message
A/N: I’m no saint and I’m not here to preach, but I want to be very clear: this fic includes fictional substance use, impaired judgment, and sex under the influence. I don’t support or encourage this in real life in any way. The substance is intentionally left unnamed, and the story is not meant to romanticize or promote it. This was written solely as fictional content based on a request, and the ending is there for a reason. Please read the warnings carefully!
Going out with Jiyong to some random party or bar had been impossible for quite a long time, mostly because people kept recognizing him everywhere, taking photos of him, filming him, and there was always the risk that videos of him would spread across the world again within minutes, which neither of you wanted... You said you didn’t mind, that you didn’t need to go to parties, but the truth was, you secretly longed for the two of you to be able to go to some party, get drunk, laugh loudly, dance, come home in the morning and simply enjoy that intoxicating closeness of each other. After all, that was exactly how you had met Jiyong, when your one-night stand had turned into a relationship so solid that you’d been together for several years.
The opportunity to go to a party came right now, when your best friend was celebrating her birthday and decided to book out a bar and throw a private, unforgettable party for her closest friends. No fans, no cameras pointed in his direction, no need to keep acting proper all the time.
You finally have a chance to pull your favorite mini dress out of the wardrobe, and you’re just finishing your makeup when an appreciative whistle sounds behind you. You turn to Jiyong, who is admiring your ass in the tight dress and isn’t even bothering to look you in the eyes for a second.
“You look sexy, jagiya…” Jiyong purrs, stalking toward you like a predator approaching helpless prey. His hands wrap firmly around your waist, and he catches your gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “We could stay home and—”
“No, we couldn’t stay home, Jiyong,” you interrupt him as you put your mascara down and turn toward him to kiss him. “I really want to enjoy this birthday party tonight,” you say, then lower your voice a little, “with you.”
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The music in the main part of the bar is pounding so loudly that the glasses on the tables are gently vibrating almost nonstop. Everyone around you is laughing, dancing, someone has even climbed onto a table and is singing the chorus of a song they clearly don’t know that well, or maybe they’re just way too drunk.
You spend a while drinking and dancing with Jiyong before the two of you slip away for a moment. You head toward the back part of the bar that leads to the restrooms. The light here is dimmer and the air is cooler, and you also have a chance to talk in peace without having to shout over the loud music. You have some very good drink in your hand, your cheeks are burning from alcohol and laughter, and Jiyong is in a very similar state.
“You two lovebirds,” your best friend says teasingly as she approaches you with a suspiciously amused and excited look on her face. “You look way too well-behaved and calm.”
“In reality, we’re young and restless. We’re just pretending to be a respectable couple,” Jiyong replies calmly with a smirk. Your friend laughs and comes closer, then lifts her hand, and for a second, a small clear baggie with powder flashes between her fingers.
“I’ve got something that could make your evening a little more exciting and fun…”
With drunk eyes, you stare at the baggie between her fingers, then look into her eyes. The alcohol is warming you pleasantly in your bloodstream, so you can’t sober up enough to suppress your curiosity and awaken even a small part of your responsible self.
“What will it do to us?” you ask after a moment.
“You’ll be extremely horny, you’ll fuck like rabbits,” your best friend replies without a shred of shame and shrugs. “You won’t be able to keep your hands off each other all night…”
Jiyong scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We do that every day and every night,” he says calmly, taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t you have something better and more interesting for us?”
“Jiyong!” You look at him in horror and smack his arm. “Would you please stop talking about our sex life in front of my friend?”
Jiyong turns his head toward you with that typical drunk, cheeky smirk on his lips. “Please, the two of you are best friends, so you tell each other absolutely everything… down to the last detail.”
“We don’t talk about those things…”
“You definitely do… especially what everyone does in bed,” Jiyong nods seriously, and you have no idea whether your cheeks are red from the alcohol or from embarrassment.
“See? That’s why I really like this guy, he’s honest,” your best friend says, pointing a finger at Jiyong.
“I like him even though he’s sometimes so disgustingly honest…” you mutter, and Jiyong smiles in satisfaction before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.
“So? Do you want to try it, or do you want to be boring tonight?” your friend asks impatiently, waving the little baggie of powder in front of your eyes again. For a few seconds, you just stare at the baggie between her fingers, trying to convince your drunk self that this is something neither you nor Jiyong need in order to have fun at a party… but then there’s your curiosity, strengthened by the alcohol, and also your sense of certainty, because you have Jiyong with you, the person you feel safest with in the whole world.
You shouldn’t, but the alcohol is flowing through your body, warming your cheeks, and Jiyong’s hands around your waist are so warm, so firm, and so safe. Your mind is blank, and in the end, you reach out for the baggie. Your best friend grins with satisfaction and places it into your palm.
“Then enjoy the rest of your night… lovebirds,” she says teasingly, and before you can react, she turns around and heads back down the hallway into the noise and lights of the party, which is now finally getting into full swing.
You stare at the baggie in your hand, and suddenly it feels unbelievably heavy… Jiyong leans down to you, still holding you around the waist from behind, and his breath brushes your ear.
“Come on,” he says quietly as he takes your hand and leads you down the narrow hallway toward the restrooms while you clutch the baggie tightly in your hand. The restrooms are surprisingly quiet, but the fluorescent lights are far too harsh. In the mirror, you catch sight of your own reflection. It looks slightly blurry because of the alcohol, the tension, and the adrenaline currently rushing through your veins. Your cheeks are too pink and your eyes are too glossy. Your gaze drops back to the baggie in your hand, as if you’re starting to hesitate again, wondering whether this is really a good idea…
You hear the sound of the lock as Jiyong locks the door behind you, and that click makes you lift your gaze for a moment. Your eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror.
“We can still flush it down the toilet, go back to the dance floor, and pretend nothing happened,” Jiyong says calmly as he steps closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist again without breaking eye contact in the mirror. You can see that his cheeks are flushed too, and his gaze is less focused.
“I want to try it,” you say quietly, and your voice trembles a little. You know that if Jiyong weren’t with you, you would never do this. You would never take anything like this and risk being left alone somewhere. You have always felt safe with Jiyong, and right now, you’re far too drunk to properly consider the possible consequences and impact of your decision and your actions…
Jiyong studies your reflection in the mirror for a while, as if he’s trying to uncover the uncertainty you have inside you and know how to hide so well. After a moment, he only nods, and then everything happens strangely quietly. The baggie, the powder, Jiyong pulling his credit card out of his phone case and placing his phone beside the sink. It all feels almost absurdly calm and deliberate, if not for the moment you notice his hands trembling slightly.
“Me first,” he says in a calm voice, and you watch the screen of his phone, where two small lines of powder are neatly arranged. He rolls up a bill he finds in his pocket and… snorts. He flinches, brings a hand to his mouth, coughs lightly, and squeezes his eyes shut. After a moment, he lifts his head, takes a short breath through his nose, and blinks a few times. You watch him as carefully as your drunk brain allows. Nothing has changed… he’s still Jiyong, your Jiyong, the one you love more than anything and feel so safe with, who is now just running his thumb under his nose before finally opening his eyes and looking at you.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says calmly, but you’re already taking the rolled-up bill from his hand and leaning over the screen of his phone, where the second small line of powder remains. A sharp inhale, a harsh sting shooting from your nose all the way behind your eyes.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, immediately straightening up and covering your mouth and nose with your hand as you start coughing. Your nose burns, an unpleasantly disgusting bitter taste slowly appears at the back of your throat, and you feel the sudden need to drink something and wash that taste away. In movies, moments like this look so elegant and sexy, but you definitely don’t feel that way, not when you see your expression in the mirror…
Jiyong takes his phone and wipes his palm over the screen to clear away the remaining powder before putting it back into his pocket. Now you’re standing opposite each other. You don’t know when any effects are supposed to start, but the world still seems normal for now, and apart from the stinging in your nose and the bitterness in your mouth, you don’t feel any different. Jiyong lifts his hand and wipes a small tear from the corner of your eye with his thumb, then leans down and kisses you slowly.
“We should go before someone comes in,” he says calmly, running his thumb under your nose, and then you’re already heading back among the others, into the swirl of the party in full swing…
When you return to the dance floor, the image in front of your eyes begins to change within a few minutes, slowly at first, but quite noticeably. Your alcoholic numbness is suddenly gone, replaced by absolute, almost terrifying alertness. You don’t feel tired. On the contrary, you feel as if a wave of pure, hot energy has exploded under your skin, making your heart pound at an insane pace.
You feel like you’re suddenly perceiving everything around you at a thousand percent. The harsh flashing lights no longer blind you, but float through the air in incredible detail. And the music? The music isn’t just sound anymore, it’s colors, and every note has a different shade, and that shade decides how your body responds to it. If someone asked you right now whether you can see music, you would definitely say yes… You dance like never before, and your body moves on its own, lightly and effortlessly.
Everything seems perfect, but most of all, Jiyong is perfect. He keeps pressing himself against you from behind more and more often, closer and closer each time. He pulls your hips in the mini dress firmly against himself, rubbing against you without any shame and making it very clear how much your entire body fascinates and turns him on. You feel every touch from him more intensely than usual, and goosebumps rise on your skin when he lowers his head to your neck and his hot lips kiss you over your wildly pulsing artery. It’s so intense that you have to press your knees together, because his tongue and his hard erection are giving you thoughts and fantasies you hesitate to say out loud.
“We should go home…” Jiyong breathes impatiently into your ear. His voice sounds strangely hoarse, and when you turn to face him, you notice his dilated pupils.
“Why? Don’t be crazy, Jiyong, this party has only just started! I still want to dance!” you pout in protest and lean in to give him a quick kiss.
“If we don’t leave right now, I’ll drag you back to those restrooms and fuck you right there... But I don’t think either of us needs an unwanted audience… not for what I want to do to you all night...”
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As soon as the door slams shut behind you and you find yourselves in the safety of the penthouse, the last remnants of Jiyong’s patience evaporate. The hallway is dark, which only makes you feel his presence in every single part of your body even more. Jiyong grabs your hips and presses your back against the door so hard that, for a moment, you forget how to breathe.
His lips are immediately on yours. His kisses are possessive, hungry, and truly urgent, and all of it only grows stronger with every passing minute. Jiyong’s hands slide expertly down your back, searching for the zipper of your mini dress, and before you can even take a breath, he pulls it down with one sharp tug, leaving you in nothing but your panties. The fabric slips from your shoulders to your waist, and before it falls to your ankles, the cold air hits your exposed skin like an electric shock. Your brain immediately registers the contrast as unbearably intense.
“Jiyong…” you whimper into his mouth as his hand slips expertly beneath your panties, his fingers immediately starting to glide over your wet folds. The pressure of Jiyong’s skilled, long fingers sends sharp flashes of pleasure through you, forcing your back to arch beneath the intensity of his touch.
“I want you so much,” he mutters against your neck, biting the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “I wanted to fuck you there all night, jagiya...”
He gently tugs you by the hand and leads you into the bedroom, softly lit by the spotlights above the bed. You fall back onto the mattress and lift yourself onto your elbows to watch how quickly Jiyong tears off all his clothes. You stare, fascinated by his hungry eyes, until your gaze drops to his already rock-hard cock. You bite your lower lip, and your pussy clenches around nothing.
You exhale sharply when Jiyong kneels on the bed, crawls between your legs, and without breaking eye contact, spreads your knees apart before lowering his head between your thighs without warning. When his hot tongue touches your clit for the first time, your hips instinctively lift against his mouth. His hot tongue feels like the touch of burning metal, because you don’t have any better words to describe it right now, not when it’s all far too intense.
Jiyong and his tongue, lips, and teeth show you no mercy. He devours you, sucks, licks, and closes his lips around your sensitive skin so firmly that you have to clutch the sheets beneath you in a death grip. Jiyong has always been this good, but now you feel everything so much more intensely that even what he’s doing feels many times more relentless.
“Fuck, jagiya, you taste so sweet,” he breathes hoarsely without pulling away from you. A wave of heat rushes through your entire body as you prop yourself back up on your elbows and realize that Jiyong has been watching you the whole time, never taking his eyes off you. His gaze is so intense and his tongue so precise that the first wave of orgasm tears through you, and all you can do is gasp for air and feel your thighs trembling.
Jiyong straightens up with a satisfied smirk and quickened breath, his dilated pupils still fixed on you with absolute fascination. He runs both hands from your ankles, over your calves, all the way to your knees, then spreads them apart again so he can get closer to you. He only drags his cock over your wet folds for a brief moment before pushing inside you with one single thrust. You immediately feel him filling you and your pussy clenching around his cock. He gives you almost no time to adjust to his size before he starts thrusting into you rhythmically. A stunned moan breaks from your throat, and you pull him down by the back of his neck so you can kiss him. Your tongues tangle wildly together until you have to let your head fall back onto the pillow with the approaching wave of another orgasm.
“Fuck, your little pussy is squeezing me so hard, can you feel that?” Jiyong growls as your muscles begin to pulse rhythmically around him and he buries his head in your neck. “You’re driving me insane. I’m obsessed with you,” he continues as he slips out of you, still just as hard. “I want to fuck you from every angle, in every position, so you know how much I need you…”
Your body is trembling, still slowly recovering from the two fading orgasms, and you inhale shakily when Jiyong turns you onto your stomach and makes you get on all fours. You place your elbows on the bed and arch your hips exactly the way Jiyong guides you with his hands. You breathe in shakily even before Jiyong enters you again, because you know this angle is extremely deep, and your body won’t need much of Jiyong’s effort or many thrusts before you fall into the pleasure of another orgasm again…
When Jiyong enters you again, your skin is already so oversensitive that even the grip of his hot hands on your hips burns. Your heart keeps pounding at the same relentless pace. The pleasure inside you clashes with pain, because your nerves are so overstimulated that every bit of further stimulation feels unbelievably arousing and devastating at the same time.
“Jiyong, it feels so good, but… but I can’t anymore,” you whimper desperately. Your whole body is on fire. Your clit is throbbing so wildly that even the movement of air in the room burns. You want him to stop, but at the same time, something keeps pulling you deeper into that deep, scorching pleasure. The air is filled with the heavy, hot sound of both your breathing and the wet, slapping sounds of him driving into you stubbornly and without pause.
But in this state, Jiyong only seems to half-perceive you. His own pleasure and release become his main priority. There is a wild, glassy shine in his eyes from the substance running through his body, forcing him to keep going recklessly. He can’t wait for his own climax, the one the substance keeps denying him. To him, your pleading voice only sounds like the sweetest, most primal encouragement…
At one point, when he hits your G-spot again and starts stimulating it with his thrusts, the sharp, stinging pain instantly turns into pure electric pleasure. You cry out when Jiyong immediately drives into you hard and deep. Every movement of his is driving you insane. Your senses are so overwhelmed that you can no longer tell where pleasure ends and torment begins. Tears spill from your eyes as another uncontrollable, shuddering orgasm washes over you from behind in this position. Your pussy clenches around him in tight spasms, accompanied by your loud, exhausted sobs.
Jiyong growls wildly. The drug keeps him relentlessly, rock-hard, but his climax is still nowhere in sight. He doesn’t let you catch your breath for even a minute. He grabs your hips and turns you onto your back, seemingly giving you a moment to rest. After a moment, he catches both your legs under the knees and pulls them high up until he can rest them on his shoulders.
This new, extreme angle opens you up completely and exposes you to his obsessed gaze. He leans down to you and silences you with a hungry, deep kiss. Your lips crash together, and a muffled moan tears from your throat. When he pulls away, his chest is rising wildly. He buries his fingers in your sweaty hair, tugging lightly to force you to hold his gaze, and growls in a hoarse, drug-hazed voice: “Fuck, jagiya, you’re so unbelievably hot and wet… can you hear how soaked you are? I want to see those pretty eyes of yours when I fucking take you this deep. Tell me, do you want it as badly as I do? Does the thought of me finally coming inside you turn you on? Do you want me to cum inside your pussy as fucking badly as I do? Do you want all of it inside you, my little slut?”
Your skin is literally burning under the sensory overload, your clit throbbing beneath the pressure of his body, and his rough words, combined with the thought of how deeply he’ll reach inside you in this position, awaken the last remnants of desire in you. You only nod weakly with broken, helpless whimpers.
Jiyong smirks wildly and, without another warning, thrusts his full length into you. In this angle, he hits you so deep that you cry out loudly and immediately fall into another wave of orgasm. Your inner muscles begin to pulse and tremble rhythmically around him. The room fills with the loud sound and your now continuous moaning. Jiyong picks up the pace, never taking his dilated pupils off you, and with a loud, guttural moan, he finally comes for the first time, fully and deeply inside you with one last thrust.
When he finally collapses beside you, exhausted, your body is still trembling uncontrollably in the aftershocks of so many waves of pleasure. Jiyong pulls you firmly against him, his heart pounding against your back like mad, and presses hot, protective kisses into your hair while you slowly, in his safe arms, begin to float out of that insane sensory sea and back to the surface of reality…
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When you wake up in the morning, all the wild illusion from the night before is gone. All that’s left is an exhausted body, terrible thirst, and skin so oversensitive that even the simple touch of the blanket hurts... You turn onto your side and realize Jiyong isn’t asleep anymore. He’s staring at the ceiling and looks like he got hit by a truck during the night. You probably don’t look much better than him… As soon as you move, he tiredly squeezes your hand and turns his head toward you.
“Good morning, jagiya…” he rasps. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know yet,” you whisper into the pillow. “Maybe after coffee… and a shower… and once everything stops hurting…”
Jiyong gives a brief smile, but it disappears from his face almost immediately. He pulls you closer until your face is buried against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “At one point, I felt like it wasn’t even me...” He swallows and tiredly runs a hand over his face. “I couldn’t control myself. I was just chasing the moment I could finally come, and I couldn’t focus on anything but myself...”
“It was… weird… I guess I expected something different from it,” you say quietly and move closer to him so you can rest your head on his bare chest. Jiyong nods and presses his lips into your hair.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Next time someone offers us something like that, we’re flushing it down the toilet...”
“Promise?”
Jiyong pulls you closer and closes his eyes for a moment.
“I promise,” he whispers into your hair. “If I’m going to be intoxicated by anything, it should only be you...”
.ᐟ. ✦ SUMMARY: thanos gets into a fight and you're there to patch him up but when night comes it's his turn to play doctor
.ᐟ. ✦ WARNINGS: 18+, mdni. fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk. mentions of blood, attempted murder, usual squid game stuff. swearing.
.ᐟ. ✦ WC: 2.2k
.ᐟ . ✦AUTHORS NOTE: back at it with another thanos fic. this was a request i got a while ago!! pls forgive any mistakes. its late, i'm tired and its so stupid hot here rn in the uk i forgot how to function.
This wasn’t what you had signed up for.
The allure of money had been so strong that you had willingly put yourself in danger. This, however, wasn’t what you had thought would happen when some random stranger had asked you to play a game of Ddakji with him. Your student debts had been so bad that you hadn’t been thinking properly. The only thought that had been plaguing your mind ever since you had finished your education was paying those bills off so you could live debt free. At that point you would have done anything for some money. But, this? This wasn’t something you could’ve ever thought of even in your worst nightmares. Children’s games where you played to the death. Blood and death surrounded you at every corner in this place. You would think being a nurse and working in a hospital would have helped you be used to it but this was too much. So unnecessary. These people hadn’t been in some accident or suffering from some illness, they were being killed for losing a game. It was monstrous.
The only thing you could do to keep yourself from falling into a pit of despair was focus on helping the people who needed it. Those who had managed to injure themselves whether it was in a game or in one of the many fights that seemed to happen around you. That gave you a purpose, a reason to shut your mind off and rely on what you knew. The limited resources hindered you a lot but you were creative, you could make use of just about anything. So far, there hadn’t been anything too serious. A few cuts, a sprained ankle, maybe even a concussion. Those were easy to treat. Easy but a distraction for your addled mind.
“There’s a fight in the bathroom,” you heard one of the guards saying, a few of them rushing in that direction.
Good. That would be a very welcome distraction right now as you looked around at the dwindled number of contestants left.
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Subong had MG Coin pinned under him, his hands wrapped around his throat as he tried to drain the life out of him. It was all he’d wanted to do since the moment he had laid eyes on him in this place. That fucker had screwed him out of all of his money, leaving him in so much debt that had ruined his life. Sure, it wouldn’t help get his money back but it would feel so good. What Subong hadn’t realised was that the man beneath him had swiped one of the forks they’d got with their dinner earlier. The fighting around them was loud but Subong wasn’t paying it any attention, solely focused on the man he hated more than anything in the world. He didn’t even hear it when the guards came rushing in breaking things up.
He did feel when Myunggi drove the fork into his shoulder, letting out a loud yelp. Before he could even register what was happening, he was pulled up to his feet by his collar, a guard basically dragging him back into the main room. The fork was pulled from his shoulder without a care in the world from the guard, a wince of pain shooting through Subong, his hand automatically moving to cover the wound.
He scanned the room, eyes landing on the one person he knew would be able to help him. You.
Subong had taken an instant liking to you. Maybe it was how vulnerable you seemed to be – something he had lost a long time ago. Seeing how caring you were, how you seemed to put others before yourself, that was something he admired even if he would never say it out loud. At any opportunity he could, he would find himself seeking you out. Of course, he couldn’t help himself and ended up flirting with you at every opening. You never seemed to mind. He was pretty sure he’d caught you blushing a few times. Long strides took him to you. He cleared his throat to get your attention.
“Senorita,” he winced as pain shot through his shoulder. “Could do with a bit of your magic touch here.”
Your eyes shot up to him. “Sit.”
He obeyed immediately, sitting down on the bunk next to you. Finally, he removed his hand from where he’d been stabbed, his palm covered in blood. “Well, shit, that ain’t good.”
“What happened?” You questioned. Without you even having to ask him, he removed his jacket so you could get a better look at the wound. You carefully examined it, your fingers pressing around the wound to see where it was tender. Using some toilet paper you’d swiped from the bathroom earlier, you wiped away some of the blood. “Can you rip a bit of your shirt off so I can tie it around to stop the bleeding?”
He hesitated for a moment but it didn’t last too long as he ripped off a scrap of fabric from the shirt. It was flimsy material, coming away easily. He handed it to you, watching as you got to work wrapping it around his arm. “MG Fucker stabbed me with a fork. Barely missed my throat. Could’ve been a goner.”
He was laying it on thick which only caused you to smile, your fingers working to tighten the fabric around his arm, hoping that it would help. There wasn’t much you could really do but staunching the bleeding would help a lot. Hopefully it would only be another day or two before you got out of here. “Mhm, I’m sure. Just be careful, okay?”
“Aww, look at you, caring about me and shit. So sweet,” he grinned, trying his best to put on a brave face even if his shoulder was killing him.
“Take it easy for the rest of the night, okay? No more fights.”
“Whatever you say, Senorita.”
“I mean it, Subong. I’ll be watching you.”
“I’ll make sure to be extra sexy then just for you.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling away to see you’d managed to cover the wound. “There’s not much else I can do for you now but if you can, try and wash it in the morning. If it’s still bleeding, come back and see me.”
“I owe you one, Doc.”
“Nurse.”
“Yeah, yeah. Still owe you one either way.”
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As night fell, you could hear your fellow contestants snoring or even talking in their sleep but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t close your eyes. After an hour (or so you guessed; time in this place was funny) of tossing and turning, you gave up. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you stared up at the bunk above you. It was so baffling to you how easily people could sleep in a place like this but people dealt with things differently. When you had nothing to occupy your mind, all the events you’d witnessed over the last few days ran through your mind. It was a real life horror story, one where your life was on the line. Tomorrow could be your last day for all you knew.
“Psst, Senorita, you awake?” A familiar voice whispered. You turned your head to see Subong crouching beside your bed. “Budge up, let me in.”
You shuffled up in the small bed, giving him room to slide in. He pulled the blankets back over you both, settling in beside you. “What’re you doing?”
“Couldn’t sleep and I figured you couldn’t either so… why not not sleep together?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, accompanied by his hand slowly sliding up your thigh.
“Again, what are you doing?” You whispered, biting at your bottom lip. During the night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and the shirt they gave you so he had full access to your lower half much to his delight.
“I said I owe you one, remember? And, you seem like you could use a distraction,” he hand slid higher and higher, fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. “So, you can tell me to stop or I can keep going.”
It had been a while and little distraction would stop your mind from falling into dark thoughts so you nodded. That was all the permission he needed. His fingers ran along your panties. Slowly, tortuously. You bit your lower lip, focusing on the sensation of his teasing fingers. It felt nice. You could already feel yourself getting turned on. “Keep going.”
“That’s what I like to hear, Senorita,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding their place against the skin of your neck, peppering it with open mouthed kisses while his fingers teased you through panties. “Gonna get you nice and wet for me. Repay you for being real kind to me.”
You felt his teeth nip at your neck, an involuntary moan passing your lips. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working. When he was sure he had teased you enough, he used his fingers to push your panties to the side, running one of his long fingers along your slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down, gathering your slick as his thumb found your clit. He added the slightest bit of pressure as he began to rub slow, lazy circles against the sensitive bud. When he heard you gasp, he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster.
“You like that, baby? Yeah, you do,” he nipped at your neck. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
Your hips bucked up into his hand craving more. He was playing you like a fiddle, pulling all your strings taut but never giving you what you wanted. You whimpered. “Your fingers. Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” he claimed your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His fingers slid lower until they were at your entrance. He didn’t dive in straight away. He circled you, teasing you, dipping just the tip of his finger inside and pulling it back out to run up along your folds. He repeated the motion until you were a begging mess. That’s when he caved, easing a finger inside of you with ease. He pumped it slowly at first just to torture you before he joined it with a second one.
“Look at you,” he whispered gruffly in your ear. “Begging me to fuck you with my fingers surrounded by all these people. Such a dirty girl.”
He thrust his fingers faster, all the while his thumb was still playing with your clit. He couldn’t help himself, the way your face contorted, the breathy, quiet moans leaving your lips was fueling him. He loved to tease, to bring you to the edge. When he felt your walls clamping down around his fingers, he’d slow down, easing up then pick it back up, never letting you feel your sweet release. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. You can cum when I say so. You look so pretty right now. All flushed and frustrated. Bet you wish it was my cock inside you, don’t you?”
A curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, your fingers gripping the sheet below you. “Yes!”
“Don’t worry, Senorita. When we get out of here, I’ll make sure to fuck you so good you won’t even remember this place. You’ll only ever be able to think of me.”
He was done teasing now, his own arousal becoming too hard to ignore. His pants tightened, his cock rock hard as he pressed against you. He was a man on a mission now. He had to see you finish, had to feel you lose control. He sped up his fingers, plunging into you as hard as he could, curling his fingers inside you with each thrust. You felt it, your release approaching yet again.
“Please, please,” you babbled.
“Shh, Senorita, you wouldn’t want anyone to find out what a naughty little nurse you really are, would you?” He said, teasingly nipping at your lower lip. “But, since you asked so nicely, cum for me.”
That was all the permission you needed. Your hips met the thrust of his fingers, the pad of his thumb against your clit sending you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, one of your hands moving to cover the moan you made as you came all over his fingers. He slowed his movements as he worked you through it, a smirk on his face as he watched you lose control.
“Fuck,” you breathed out heavily, chest rising and falling.
“You’re welcome,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from you. Subong being Subong made a show of licking his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.
“I didn’t say thank you.”
“Nah but you wanted to.”
You rolled your eyes at him, finally feeling that familiar pull of sleep now that some of the tension had been eased. “Stay?”
He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding, settling in beside you. He loosely wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. “Sure.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “I meant it, by the way. We get out of here and I’m fucking you until you can’t remember a dman thing about this shithole.”
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