warnings: mentions of clubbing, drinking, peer pressure, reader is not naïve, just sexually inexperienced, established relationship, slight public embarrassment/social tension, virginity loss, oral sex (fem receiving), praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (soft dom), light dirty talk and teasing, fingering, pull-out method, aftercare (cleaning + cuddling)
word count: 1.6k
synopsis: When a vulnerable moment exposes your inexperience, Su-bong proves his love not through pressure, but tenderness, making your first time with him a night of love.
masterlist link: summer challenge 2025
tags: @carrotheadedtoast @steponupbabe @breakmeoff (as always, dm me or leave a comment if you’d like to be tagged for the rest of this project)
an: eleventh day of the challenge!! thank you so much for all the love on this challenge so far!! hope you enjoy this one!!
You weren’t supposed to meet someone like Su-bong that night.
Your friends had dragged you out to the club, high heels and glossed lips and glitter pressed to their cheeks, promising you one drink, one dance, and then home. You hated clubs, hated how the music was always louder than your thoughts. But then he had walked in—swagger in every step, sunglasses on indoors, face a little too recognizable even behind the flash of lights.
Choi Su-bong. Thanos.
And somehow, he bought you a drink.
Somehow, you laughed with him, flirted back, and didn’t run when he smirked at you like you were the prettiest thing in the building.
And then somehow, six months later, you were his girlfriend.
Girlfriend to Thanos—Choi Su-bong, rap legend, social wildfire, the kind of man whose tattoos had their own fan page.
Somewhere along the way, you found yourself at his side every week—at shows, parties, afterparties, and little hotel balconies where he’d smoke a sweet-smelling vape but blow the smoke away from your face because ‘you’re too soft for this.’
People didn’t get it.
Why was he with you?
Why does he turn down half-naked girls backstage just to FaceTime you before bed?
Why did he let you sit on his lap in oversized hoodies instead of someone shiny and glossy?
But Su-bong loved you like it didn’t matter.
He touched you like it didn’t matter.
And when he pulled you to his side at the club that night, slinging his arm around your waist like he owned you—like he was proud to—you smiled and let him.
Tonight was another club. VIP section. Thumping bass. And you, tucked against his side, sipping soda while the rest of his crew passed bottles and joints around.
Su-bong was glowing—laughing with Namgyu, grinning at something one of his producers said. He had one arm lazily slung around your neck, his fingers playing with the strap of your top like it calmed him. Like you were the one grounding him here.
The girl with the glossy hair and too-tight mini dress. She was glued to Namgyu’s lap, twirling her hair and talking too loudly.
“Never have I ever!” she chirped, eyes a little too glossy. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
“Seriously?” Su-bong muttered under his breath.
“Come on!” she insisted. “It’s fun. You drink if you have. Lighten up.”
Namgyu raised a brow. “You tryna get me to admit something or get me drunk?”
She giggled.
But then someone shrugged and passed around shots.
“Never have I ever shoplifted.”
Everyone but you drank. The girl by Namgyu was giving you a small judgy smile.
You blushed. “I-I just never did.”
“That’s ‘cause she’s a good girl,” Namgyu added. “Never have I ever gotten blackout drunk.”
Everyone, including you drank, because... well, college happened.
And then—
“Never have I ever had sex,” a random girl giggled, brushing her hand against another guy’s thigh.
You didn’t drink.
It wasn’t like it was shameful. Su-bong had never pressured you. You’d made out plenty. He’s fingered you on his couch until you were breathless. But you’d never gone further. And he never made you feel bad about it.
Still, silence fell after your empty glass stayed on the table.
The girl on Namgyu blinked. “Wait, you didn’t drink?”
You looked away, shrugging, but she leaned closer. “Seriously? Not even once?”
Before you could answer, Su-bong was already speaking—low, sharp. “Back off.”
She blinked. “I didn’t mean anything, I just—”
“I said Back off.”
Then he laughed, arm tightening around you, drawing your ear to his lips as he added, “Course I’ve fucked her. Look at her.”
But there was something in his voice. A slight edge.
Like a man trying to protect something. Someone.
You stayed for a few more minutes, cheeks burning, barely hearing the music anymore before slipping out. The cold air hit you like a blessing. You walked fast, heels clicking, trying not to cry. You didn’t make it far before his voice called behind you.
“Y/N. Hey—wait.”
You turned.
He caught up, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “You just left?”
“You didn’t have to lie.”
He stilled. “I didn’t want them looking at you like that.”
You hugged your arms around yourself. “I’m not embarrassed. I just...I don’t fit in with them. I’m not like that.”
His voice softened. “I know.”
“I just haven’t. Not because I didn’t want to. It just never... felt right. But I’m not a prude.”
“I know.” He stepped closer. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”
You looked up at him. “I’ve never had sex. I wanted to tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m just playing this innocent act.”
Silence.
Then—
“Can I be the one?”
You blinked. “What?”
“If you want me to...I’d be honored to be your first.”
Your apartment smelled like vanilla candles, laundry detergent, and Su-bong’s cologne. The quiet felt like a different world. He shut the door behind him as you stood in the middle of your living room, heartbeat loud in your ears.
“I want this,” you whispered.
“You sure?” he asked again, voice low.
You kissed him instead of answering. Your mouths met like muscle memory—tongues curling, breaths tangled. He tasted like spearmint and bitter alchohal.
You tugged his hand toward the couch, but he pulled back.
“No,” he said. “Not here.”
You blinked.
“I wanna do this right,” he murmured. “C’mon.”
He led you to your bedroom, flicking on the soft lamp by your nightstand. Warm light filled the room as he turned to face you.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admitted.
You reached for the hem of your top, but he caught your wrists gently.
“Let me.”
He undressed you slowly, making every pull of your clothes meaningful. When he saw your lingerie—black lace, delicate and new—he smirked.
“You wore this for me?”
You nodded, heart fluttering.
“Been waiting for this, huh?”
You nodded again, blushing.
He pulled his tie-dye shirt over his head, dropping it on your floor. The long denim shorts followed. He stood in nothing but his boxers, the tent in them unmistakable.
His voice dropped. “Still sure?”
You nodded quickly. “Yes.”
That was all he needed.
“Gonna eat this pretty pussy first,” he whispered. “Wanna taste how much you need me.”
He peeled your panties off and groaned softly. “Fuck. You’re soaked.”
His tongue was warm and slow and loving. He moaned softly against you, praising the way you tasted, the way you squirmed. His fingers held you gently as your back arched and your breath caught—before you came, whimpering into your pillow.
He hovered above you, kissing your cheek. “If you’re too tired, or overwhelmed—”
“No,” you whispered, smiling softly. “I want you.”
“Don’t tease me,” he said, voice low. “Not tonight.”
“I’m not.” You reached up and brushed his cheek. “I want you.”
He was hard. So fucking hard. You reached out to touch him, but he caught your wrist.
“Not yet.”
He kissed you again, deeper now, pressing his chest to yours. You were so busy keeping up with the kiss you didn’t see him pushing his boxers down. Then you felt him at your entrance—hot, thick, real.
He entered slowly. Every inch felt like a stretch, and your breath hitched.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good.”
You whimpered, fingers clawing at his back. “You’re big...”
“I know. We’ll go slow.”
He kissed your cheek. “I’ll stop if you want. Just say the word.”
But you shook your head. “Keep going.”
When he bottomed out, you clung to him, nails biting into his back. He didn’t move. Just held you, whispered praise, let you adjust.
Finally, you shifted your hips, giving him permission, and he smiled—soft, proud.
“That’s my girl.”
His thrusts were slow, deliberate. He angled himself to hit your sweet spot again and again, drawing soft gasps and sighs from your lips. He kissed your neck, sucking gently, marking you as his while you left scratches down his back.
It built slowly, like a wave you couldn’t stop. You tried to pull away when it got too much.
“Don’t run…Please, baby.” Su-bong mumbled, his voice whiny almost. “Need to feel it.” His hand slid between your bodies, thumb rubbing soft circles on your neglected clit.
You gasped softly, that feeling building a lot stronger in your stomach. Buzzing all over your body in a way you hadn’t felt when he would finger you.
“Su-bong-” You cried out, your voice hoarse already.
“I know, baby, I know.” He cut you off, moving his hand to cup your face. “You gonna cum for me?”
You didn’t say anything, just small moans.
Su-bong smiled, “Yeah, you are.” He kept that pace, his cockhead pressing at your sweet spot that had you seeing white. “Let go for me.”
You came hard, moaning his name, body trembling. He kissed you through it—your lips, cheeks, nose.
“There we go. God, you look so perfect cumming on my cock.”
He followed soon after, pulling out just in time to paint your stomach in warm spurts, moaning your name into your neck.
“Fuck.” Su-bong groaned, letting his cock rub the hot load all over your stomach. He looked down at your fucked-out expression, smiling to himself as he went into your bathroom, getting a damp towel to clean up.
After he cleaned you up, he kissed your cheeks, your shoulders, your forehead.
And then he curled up behind you, one arm over your waist.
“You okay?”
You nodded, leaning into his hold.
“Good,” Su-bong kissed the corner of your mouth. “I love you.”
i love this baskin robbins cf they did before 🥹 also, posting this because i won’t be back for a while!
summary: you and kwon jiyong are just two restless YG trainees who can’t seem to stay out of trouble or away from each other. you both know it’s risky, but sneaking out feels easier than ignoring the pull between you.
tags: 18+ smut, forbidden tension and romance, suggestive content, first love, coming of age, a bit of a comedy
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It was past midnight when you slipped out of your room, the hallways dimly lit and nearly silent except for the distant hum of the ventilation system. The dorm was quiet, the other trainees long asleep after the brutal hours of practice earlier that day.
You crept barefoot down the hall, heartbeat thudding in your ears as you approached Jiyong’s room. The door was already cracked open, an invitation.
You slipped inside, the faint glow from the moon filtering through the thin curtains. The room was cramped, with bunk beds lining the walls. Daesung was sprawled out on the lower bunk, mouth hanging open as he snored softly. Youngbae was curled up in the top bunk, half-buried beneath a pile of blankets. Seunghyun lay on his back in the corner, one arm resting over his face.
Jiyong was sitting on the edge of his bed, hoodie pulled over his head, head tilted back slightly as he watched you. A slow smile curled at the corners of his mouth as you carefully closed the door behind you.
“Took you long enough,” he whispered.
“You said they were asleep,” you murmured, glancing nervously at the others.
“They are.” Jiyong’s gaze darkened as he reached for your hand. His fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you toward him.
“You’re going to get us caught,” you whispered, even as you let him pull you down onto the mattress beside him.
Jiyong smiled lazily. “Not if you’re quiet.”
Your breath hitched as his hand slid beneath the hem of your sweatshirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of your waist. His mouth brushed over your jaw, lingering at the shell of your ear.
“Ji,” you whispered, glancing toward the bunks.
Jiyong’s lips curved against your skin. “They’re not going to wake up.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Instead of answering, Jiyong slipped his hand beneath the hem of your hoodie, fingertips skimming the sensitive skin of your ribs. Your breath hitched as his mouth found your neck, kissing the spot just beneath your ear.
“Relax,” he murmured. His hand slid higher, brushing beneath your bra. You stiffened.
“Ji—”
His mouth cut you off, kissing you slow and deep. His hand slid further beneath the fabric, his thumb grazing over your nipple. You gasped into his mouth, and Jiyong’s hand tightened on your waist as he pushed you down onto the mattress.
“You need to be quiet,” he whispered, eyes glittering in the dark.
You bit down on your lip as Jiyong’s mouth found your collarbone, kissing a slow path down toward the neckline of your hoodie. His hand pushed the fabric upward, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. His lips brushed over your chest, warm and lingering.
Your breath hitched. “Jiyong—”
“Shhh.” His hand slid behind your back, unhooking your bra in one smooth motion. His mouth curled into a smile as he pushed the fabric up, exposing you to the dim light filtering through the room.
He dipped his head, lips wrapping around the sensitive peak. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound that escaped as Jiyong’s tongue flicked over you. His hand slid beneath the waistband of your sweatpants, teasing the edge of your underwear.
You gasped.
His other hand gripped your thigh, parting your legs beneath the blanket. You could feel him smiling against your skin when you trembled.
“You good?” he whispered, glancing up at you through hooded eyes.
You nodded breathlessly.
Jiyong’s mouth slid lower, kissing down your stomach as his hand slipped beneath the band of your underwear. His teeth grazed your hip bone, making you shudder.
“I hate you,” you whispered.
Jiyong’s smile sharpened as he slid down beneath the blanket. “No, you don’t.”
And then his mouth was on you.
You slapped a hand over your mouth as his tongue dragged slow and deliberate over you. His hands pinned your hips down as he worked you over, licking and sucking in a rhythm that made your head spin. Your thighs trembled as he flicked his tongue just right, and you nearly gasped aloud before biting down on your lip to stay quiet.
Jiyong chuckled beneath the blanket, the sound vibrating through you. His tongue curled, and your back arched against the mattress as heat coiled low in your stomach.
“Ji—”
Jiyong’s hand slid up your thigh, pressing down as his mouth quickened its pace. You trembled beneath him, the pressure building dangerously. His tongue swirled, and your whole body tensed.
And then Seunghyun shifted in his bed.
Jiyong froze.
You both went completely still, breath locked in your throat.
Seunghyun mumbled something incoherent, rubbed his face, and then rolled over.
Jiyong’s head popped up from beneath the blanket, his face flushed, mouth glistening as he grinned down at you. “Close one.”
You slapped his chest. “Are you insane?”
Jiyong chuckled, pressing his mouth to yours in a quick kiss before settling back onto the mattress beside you. His arm slid around your waist as he pulled the blanket back over you both.
“You’re going to get us caught,” you whispered.
Jiyong smiled, his breath brushing against your ear as his hand slid beneath your hoodie to rest on your waist.
“Maybe,” he murmured. “But you’ll come back anyway.”
You sighed. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You rolled your eyes but you didn’t push his hand away.
You bit down hard on your bottom lip as Jiyong’s hand slid down your thigh, fingers pressing in your thighs. His eyes were dark in the low light, lips swollen from kissing you. Beneath the blanket, his hand moved deliberately, teasing over your hip bone and lower, making your breath hitch and your heart pound so loud you were sure it would wake the others.
“Ji,” you whispered, your voice tight with anticipation and nerves.
His mouth brushed over your jawline, down to the hollow of your throat. His hand slipped, fingers brushing over you in a slow, lazy rhythm that made you arch against him. His other hand slid beneath the blanket, fingers curling around your thigh to pull you closer.
“You okay?” Jiyong whispered, his breath hot against your ear.
You nodded, even though your whole body was trembling beneath him.
“Relax,” he murmured, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “I’ll take care of you.”
His mouth captured yours in a deep kiss.
He pushed his hoodie over his head, revealing the lean, toned lines of his body in the dim light. His hand slid beneath the blanket, brushing over the bare skin of your thigh as he settled between your legs.
Your heart hammered. “Ji…”
His forehead pressed to yours. “You sure?”
You hesitated but then you nodded. “Yeah.”
Jiyong’s eyes softened. He leaned down, kissing you slowly, his hand sliding up to cup your face. His mouth lingered as he shifted between your thighs, lining himself up with you.
“It’s my first time too,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “So we’ll figure it out together, okay?”
You swallowed hard, breathless. “Okay.”
Jiyong’s hand slid down to your hip as he pushed forward. The stretch was immediate — a sharp pressure that made you gasp and grip his shoulder.
“Shh,” Jiyong whispered, pressing his mouth to your temple. “Breathe, baby.”
You dug your nails into his shoulder as he pushed in further, your body tensing as the sharp ache spread through you. Jiyong froze immediately, his hand brushing over your hair.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, breathless.
You nodded, biting down on your lip to keep from making a sound.
Jiyong cupped your face, his eyes searching yours. “I can stop.”
“No,” you whispered, voice strained. “Just… slow.”
Jiyong’s jaw tightened, his breath shaky as he pressed another kiss to your lips. His hand slid down to your hip as he eased forward slowly, giving you time to adjust. His forehead pressed to yours as his hand curled around the back of your neck.
Your whole body trembled, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the ache deepened. Jiyong’s thumb brushed over your cheek, his mouth pressing soft kisses along your jawline.
“You okay?” he whispered, his voice rough.
You took a shaky breath, your arms sliding around his back. “Yeah… just—”
Jiyong’s hips rolled slightly, and a sharp whimper escaped your throat before you could stop it.
“Mm?”
You both froze.
Youngbae shifted in the top bunk, mumbling something under his breath.
“Practice…” Youngbae murmured, voice slurred with sleep. “Jiyong… don’t… forget…”
You stiffened, your breath hitching. Jiyong’s eyes widened. His hand tightened on your hip, holding you perfectly still beneath him.
Youngbae sighed and rolled over.
After a moment, Jiyong’s mouth twitched. He bit back a laugh as he looked down at you. “We’re so dead if they wake up.”
You shot him a glare, your hands still clutching his back. “This isn’t funny.”
Jiyong’s mouth curved. “No, but you’re so cute when you’re trying not to moan.”
You swatted at his arm, but Jiyong just leaned down and kissed you, soft and sweet.
“Relax,” he murmured against your lips. “Just focus on me.”
You swallowed hard and nodded. Jiyong’s hand slid down to your thigh as he pushed in a little deeper and the sharp ache began to melt into something warmer, something softer.
You exhaled slowly, your hands sliding up his back.
“That’s it,” Jiyong whispered, his forehead pressed to yours. His breath hitched as he moved carefully, his hips rolling in slow, shallow thrusts. “You’re doing so good.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as the burn softened, giving way to a deeper pressure that made your body hum. Jiyong’s mouth brushed over your jawline, his hand sliding between your thighs to stroke you gently, easing the tension.
“Ji,” you whispered.
Jiyong’s lips curved. “Yeah?”
“More,” you breathed.
Jiyong’s mouth curled into a smile as he pushed deeper. You gasped, hands gripping his back as pleasure curled low in your stomach.
“You feel so good,” Jiyong whispered against your ear. His hand slid over your hip, guiding you as he rocked into you with slow, measured movements.
You bit down on your lip, trying to stay quiet but then Daesung shifted in the bunk below Youngbae.
“…Noona…more kimchi…?”
Jiyong stilled immediately, his eyes going wide. You clapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.
Jiyong pressed his face into your neck, shoulders shaking as he tried to keep from laughing too.
“We’re going to get caught,” you whispered breathlessly.
“Then we better finish quick,” Jiyong murmured, his lips brushing over your ear.
You opened your mouth to protest but then he thrust into you a little deeper, and you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out.
Jiyong groaned quietly against your neck, his hand sliding down your thigh as he picked up his pace, his movements still controlled and careful despite the heat building between you.
You buried your face in his shoulder, nails digging into his back as he chased his release. His breath hitched, his lips brushing over your jawline as his rhythm quickened.
“I’m close,” Jiyong whispered. His hand slid between you, thumb rubbing gentle circles over you until you trembled beneath him.
You bit down on your lip hard as heat coiled in your stomach. “Jiyong…”
“I’ve got you,” Jiyong whispered.
Your whole body tensed as the wave hit you, your breath stuttering as pleasure rippled through you. Jiyong’s grip on your waist tightened, and with one last thrust, he groaned softly into your shoulder as he followed you over the edge.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of your breathing, the quiet hum of the ventilation system.
Jiyong’s head dropped to your shoulder as he kissed your collarbone, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. His body was warm and heavy against yours, his breathing uneven.
“You okay?” he whispered.
You nodded, still breathless. “Yeah.”
Jiyong’s mouth curled into a lazy smile as he pulled back slightly to look at you. His eyes were soft. “That wasn’t so bad for a first time, right?”
You laughed, brushing your hand over his hair. “Could’ve been worse.”
Jiyong smiled. He leaned down and kissed you, slow and sweet. “I’m glad it was with you.”
You blushed, but before you could say anything, Seunghyun rolled over in the bunk across the room and muttered, “Shut up.”
You both froze.
After a moment, Jiyong pressed his forehead to your shoulder and bit back a laugh.
“We’re dead,” you whispered.
Jiyong grinned. “Totally worth it.”
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The next morning, you sat at one of the cafeteria tables, nursing a cup of coffee like your life depended on it. Your hoodie was pulled over your head, shielding your face from the harsh fluorescent lights and the noise of dozens of trainees chattering around you. The aftermath of last night still lingered in your body, the faint ache in your thighs, the heaviness in your limbs, and the ghost of Jiyong’s mouth on your skin.
You were trying very hard not to think about it.
“You look like death,” Chaerin’s voice cut through the fog. She dropped her tray onto the table with a loud clack and slid into the seat across from you. “Rough night?”
You flinched. “What makes you say that?”
Chaerin raised a perfectly arched brow. “Because you’re clutching that coffee like it’s a lifeline, and you’re sitting like your whole body hurts.” Her eyes narrowed. “What did you do last night?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled, lifting the coffee to your lips. You barely tasted it.
Chaerin’s eyes sharpened. “Wait… did you sneak out?”
You froze.
“Oh my God, you did.” Her eyes widened in realization. “Who were you with?”
“Shhh,” you hissed, glancing around as some of the other trainees at the next table turned toward you. “Keep your voice down!”
“Oh, this is good.” Chaerin leaned forward, a sly smile curling at the edges of her lips. “Was it—”
“Morning.”
You nearly choked on your coffee.
Jiyong slid into the seat next to you, looking maddeningly relaxed. His brown hair was still damp from the shower, tousled in that effortless way that only he could pull off. He was wearing a black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his mouth curled lazily as he leaned his elbow on the table.
“Ji,” you said tightly.
Chaerin’s gaze darted between you two, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “Wait. Wait.”
Jiyong smirked at you. “You look tired,” he said, his voice low and teasing. His eyes glinted with amusement.
You shot him a murderous glare. “I wonder why.”
Jiyong’s hand slid beneath the table, his fingers brushing lightly against your thigh. You inhaled sharply, barely managing to keep from reacting as Chaerin’s eyes widened.
“No. No.” Chaerin’s mouth fell open. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Jiyong chuckled, not even trying to deny it. “Morning, Chaerin.”
“Morning?” Chaerin repeated, scandalized. She leaned in, eyes blazing. “Did you two—”
“Eat your food, CL,” Jiyong cut her off with a smile.
Chaerin’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t over.”
You shot Jiyong a glare, but he just grinned and took a sip of your coffee like it was his. His hand was still on your thigh beneath the table, thumb tracing lazy circles over the fabric of your sweatpants. You wanted to shove him away, but at the same time… you didn’t.
“Hi guys!”
Daesung slid into the seat next to Chaerin, tray piled high with eggs, rice, and enough kimchi to feed an army. Youngbae followed, setting his tray down as he yawned.
“Morning,” Youngbae said sleepily. He rubbed his eyes, then squinted at you and Jiyong. “Why do you two look… suspicious?”
You stiffened. Jiyong’s hand tightened slightly beneath the table.
“Suspicious?” Jiyong repeated innocently.
“You guys didn’t sneak out last night, did you?” Daesung said around a mouthful of rice.
Chaerin’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, they—”
“Nope,” you cut in quickly. “We were both asleep, right Ji?”
“Deeply asleep,” Jiyong agreed, his smile sharp. His hand slid higher on your thigh.
Chaerin snorted. “Sure.”
Just then, Seunghyun wandered over, dark circles under his eyes and a cup of coffee in hand. He sat down heavily and glanced at you and Jiyong with a disapproving look.
“You woke me up,” Seunghyun said flatly.
You went rigid. “What?”
“You woke me up,” Seunghyun repeated. He narrowed his eyes at Jiyong. “There were… sounds.”
warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!daesung, thigh riding, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, fluff.
You had never seen your sweet Dae like this. He was always so well behaved and now he was acting like a complete whore. He had no shame as it was taken over by his need for you. That’s how he ended up being completely shocked when you finally gave into his desires. But there was a tiny little catch.
"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh.”
“Wh-what?” he pathetically stuttered.
“You heard me, baby. I’m not gonna fuck you after how bad you’ve been for me,” you clarify in a mocking tone.
“I-I’m sorry… Just wanted your attention,” he whines.
“Well you’ve got it now, naughty boy,” you snark. “Could’ve just asked me instead of acting out.”
“Promise it won’t happen again,” he pleads.
“Oh I know baby,” you taunt.
Before he can protest or counter your claim, you suddenly latch your lips onto his neck before your guys’ hands are roaming each other’s bodies heatedly. You can feel him moan into the kiss and you can’t help but chuckle against his lips. The kiss was full of pent up desire and need. Both of you could feel it.
You sit down on the bed before taking him along with you and position him on your lap. As soon as he put some of his body weight on you, you could tell how hard he was from the strained bulge created in his pants, the black fabric showing it off perfectly.
“You’re hard already? God, you’re pathetic, Dae,” you scold.
“Yes…just for you,” he assures.
“My poor boy…has such a pretty cock with nowhere to put it,” you say with a fake pouty lip. “Gotta hump my thigh like the pathetic little thing you are,” you tut. Your hand finds its way to his clothed, swollen shaft and you can hear an undeniable gasp leave his swollen lips.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps with his head falling back due to the sensation he was given from your dainty but skillful hand. You pull your hand away just as quickly as you put it there and you can see the disappointment etched onto his rather ethereal face. His eyes had a puppy dog like gaze to them as he waited for you to do something. Anything.
“Prove how good you can be for me, pretty boy,” you coo. You can see the glimpse of embarrassment in his pretty eyes, but is resolved with his need to prove himself to you. “Ride it,” you sternly say. He wouldn’t get a second chance and didn’t want to disappoint you, so he shifted himself accordingly until his hard on was flush with your thigh and lace panties. He hesitates for a second, but only long enough before you could scold him for his behavior after practically begging for it all day.
He finally complies with your request and starts to slowly grind his erection onto your luscious and soft thighs that he always loved. “Fuck…” Daesung mutters rather hastily, already lost in your world.
“I know you can do better than that baby…Wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?” you rhetorically ask, already knowing what his answer would be.
“No I wanna be good for you,” he pleads.
“Then start going faster otherwise I’m going to have to seriously punish you,” you warn through gritted teeth.
Seriously punish him? Then what was this? He already thought this was harsh enough, but he could only imagine his consequences if he didn’t. You would leave him all smeared in precum with a hard on without any way to relieve it. This was more merciful than that.
Taking your orders, he bounces himself faster on your thigh and he can already feel the pleasure starting to form within him. “Feels so good, baby,” he says breathily, frantically looking for more friction between your guys’ bodies. You grant him this and start to bounce your thigh faster with each passing second. You take his hands off your waist and guide them toward your shoulders so he wouldn’t get fall and get hurt in the process.
You can feel him throbbing and twitching through the thin material of his pants, which you can’t help but savor. “Come on baby, don’t get shy with mommy now,” you tease.
Whatever last ounce of self control he has left is thrown out the window when you utter those words because before both of you know it, he starts humping your thigh as if the world would cease to exist tomorrow. He claws at your shoulders in an attempt to stay steady while bucking his hips and cock on your heavenly warm thigh. His movements are rougher and harder than they were mere seconds ago. His pretty whimpers are few seconds apart from each other and fuck, did he sound heavenly, along with the sound of skin hitting skin.
“Such a pathetic mess for me, Dae,” you coo, not expecting a response. Your words only spur him on even further to the point where you can see his eyes become blown out. All for you.
You can tell just from the way he’s breathing that he’s close and it turns you on more than you’d like to admit. “I’m gonna cum!” he yelps.
“Fucking cum on me pretty boy… Always love it when you do,” you praise. You bounce your thigh up and down at a faster pace to give him the extra push he needs. It proves to be successful when you feel his hot seed splash all over you, creating a rather sticky mess. He throws his head back in ecstasy while riding out his high for just a while longer.
“Thank you jagi, needed it so bad…” he confesses.
“Of course, sweetie,” you say while caressing his hair. “I’ll always take care of my boy,” you say with a smile as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes with love. “Always.”
Marissa (@ldydeath) and I have been hard at work thinking of fun ideas we could do but also include other writers and we came up with something!
For the month of April, we’re calling for any and all BigBang writers to join us in writing for our favourite boys. Each day a fic will be posted about a member by a different writer for the whole month -- the number of the prompt is the date which you'll post your fic. They can be fluff, angst, smut – whatever your heart desires.
If you want to take part, all you have to do is message me or @ldydeath with the prompt you want and who you'll be writing for. It's as easy as that! We'd love for everyone to get involved <3
Below the cut you'll find the prompts. Ones with names beside them are the ones already taken! You can take as many as you want.
One bed ( @wcnderlnds) | TOP )
Not just friends but not quite lovers either.
One of them is sick and the other takes care of them.
Bumping into an ex at the most unexpected place.
Needing a place to stay for the night. ( @berfgrimm | TOP )
Used to date (insert band member) but now has feelings for (insert other band member) ( @ldydeath) | G DRAGON )
Has a huge crush and doesn’t know how to express it so ends up hurting feelings instead.
Drunken confessions ( @eru-vande | G DRAGON )
Date night
There’s a power outage and one of them is scared (@wcnderlnds | TOP )
Forever stuck in a ‘will they, won’t they?’
Hate each other's guts (not really) so another band member traps them in a closet until they either kill each other or make out.
Childhood friends who lost contact with each other until one of them accidentally likes something of theirs on social media. ( @wcnderlnds | TAEYANG )
Bonding on the set of a music video ( @ldydeath | DAESUNG )
One of them has a huge crush on the other and writes their feelings down on a letter ala Lara Jean style and it ends up finding its recipient. ( @infinetlyforgotten | TOP )
Meeting a stranger online only to meet up with them and find out it’s someone from BigBang ( @wcnderlnds | DAESUNG )
It’s vacation time and the last thing they expected was finding a holiday romance.
Bonding through love of hobbies (eg. art for top, lego for daesung, etc) ( @sevendaysummer | DAESUNG )
Fighting for dear life to get tickets to a concert only to bump into your old best friend who helps you out (surprise it’s a member of bigbang)
Enemies turned lovers but sometimes the enemies still seeps through ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )
Cozy nights at home
A chance meeting on a night out changes things ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )
A proposal
A heart to heart leads to unexpected confessions
They’re leaving the next day so they have to make the most of the time they have together ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )
Dyeing hair matching colours only for one to go wrong ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )
Both K-Pop idols who go on tour together and have secretly been hooking up
Accidentally calling them a pet name used in private in front of the rest of the band ( @gdinthehouseee | DAESUNG )
Childhood best friends who were torn apart by distance who bump into each other randomly one day. ( @wcnderlnds | TOP )
Finding out they’re pregnant while their partner is on a world tour. ( @ldydeath | G DRAGON )
Summary: Daesung knows how bad your periods are and so he's more than happy to help you out with it.
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of a period, but nothing descriptive.
A/N: This was such a sweet request, Anon thank you! I really hope you enjoy it! <3
Requests are OPEN
You lay on the couch, cramps coming in waves as your body tends to do each month. You pick up your vibrating phone and see you have call from your boyfriend.
“Hey, Dae,” you say both visibly and audibly tired. His usual happy go lucky smile is now a frown with furrowed brows.
“What’s wrong, jagi?”
“Just my period.” You yawn.
“Awww, my poor baby,” he coos as he opens the door to his apartment. You give him a half smile. And the two of you catch up briefly before your cramps get so bad you have to cut the conversation short.
Daesung hangs up the phone, his heart aching for you. He knows how bad your period can get, how bad you hurt and how it’s impossible for you to leave your bed some days. So he decides to do something about it.
-
The next day you’re curled up on the couch when you get a knock on your door.
“It’s open!” You shout too tired to answer properly. The door opens and you glance at it, expecting it to be the mail man or maybe your grumpy neighbor from across the hall, but to your surprise it’s Daesung.
“D-Daesung? Oh my God!” you shriek as you get up, despite the pain, and run to him. He sets the things down on the counter giving you the biggest and warmest hug.
“Baby I missed you,” you say as you lay your head on his shoulder. His body’s warm against yours, his scent, something of vanilla, sandalwood and unmistakably Daesung, fills your nostrils and you sigh in relief.
“I missed you too, Angel.” He whispers with a kiss to the side of your head. He puts up the medications, ice cream and treats, and you both get comfortable in bed, Daesung making sure your heating pad is working properly.
You get close to one another, your head on his chest as you lay against him and the movie in the background plays as you slowly drift off to dreamland.
Daesung, upon noticing your peaceful state, decides he’s going to clean around your apartment for you. He runs the vacuum quickly, washes the dishes in the sink, cleans up the bathroom, picks up any trash he sees and even places an order for dinner from your favorite restaurant to have it delivered. He, then, slips back into the bedroom, to see your just starting to wake up.
“Hey, princess,” he murmurs as he strokes your hair and bends down to your level. Your smile is sleepy and your eyes squint at him a little.
“Dinner is on the way if you want to get up,” he whispers looking at you lovingly.
“Mhm,” you say as you rub your eye.
“What day is it?” you ask still half asleep.
“Still Friday,” he smiles, “You slept that hard, huh,” you nod as he chuckles to himself. You get up from the bed, making your way into the living room as you notice the cleaner state of your home.
“Dae you didn’t have to clean up. I was going to,”
“You were asleep, you’re in pain and I’m here. There was no need for you to,” he kisses your forehead.
“Thank you,” you whisper to him as you both sit on the couch waiting for dinner. You’re in between his legs with your cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat plays in your ear. Along with the soothing circles he’s rubbing into your back, you’re sure you could fall asleep once again.
Dinner arrives and he pays for it.
“How much was it, I’ll send it back to you,” you grab your phone from the side table and he puts his hand up.
“Nope, I got it. You don’t pay for a thing when it comes to me,” he says with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He really did have to fight you sometimes because he literally tries to pay for everything if he knows you want something. Nails, books, something for you car, meals, you name it and Daesung knows about it, he's trying to pay for it.
You know better than to fight him by now and you slump your shoulders as he hands you your food.
“Thanks baby.” He gives you an award winning smile as you take the food from his hands.
-
That night the two of you are once again cuddled up in the sheets of your bed and you're playing with his fingers.
“I think you should come back with me,” he mumbles into your hair.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, us being long distance, it sucks. Traveling to see each other, I could be taking care of you like this all the time,” he says, a sort of domestic sounding voice arising from him.
“We will someday,” you say as you look up into his sweet dark eyes.
“But I have stuff I need to do here, first. But I’m not opposed to moving,” you say and he smiles.
“But for now,” you say, “Let’s just keep things the way they are. As bad as I miss you, when you surprised me yesterday it was like Christmas morning all over again.” He chuckles at your sweet sentiment.
“I can’t wait to have you home,” he says as he hugs you closer.
“Home is wherever we are together.” You whisper before ghosting your lips over his in a sweet, gentle, kiss.
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Summary: After a fight with your current boyfriend, you call your ex.
Warnings: Angsttttt, cheating on both parts.
A/N: In NO way shape or form do I condone cheating. This is a FICTIONAL story, and doesn't represent GD in any way, he's just a character in the story. You can probably guess the song that sort of inspired the story.
Requests are OPEN
Jiyong is laying in bed next to his fiancé when his phone vibrates on the bedside table. He picks up the phone seeing your number splayed across the screen. His breath catches in his throat.
“Hello?” His voice is barely audible.
“Ji?” Your voice is soft spoken.
“Jagiya?” He slowly crawls out of bed, checking the clock to see that its just past midnight.
“Why are you calling me?” His voice is filled with concern. He can hear the sniffling on the other end of the phone.
“I missed you, Jiyong.” He involuntarily shutters at the way you say his name.
“Don’t say that,” he whispers, but doesn’t mean it.
“You don’t miss me?” you ask him innocently.
“Sometimes,” he breathes as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Sometimes yeah. But we both moved on,” he tries to explain it.
“Did we?” you sniffle again.
“Why are you crying?” He can hear you move around, a door opening on the other side of the phone.
“We had a bad fight,” you sigh as you sit in the car in your drive way. He sits back in his chair, keeping an eye on his bedroom door.
“What happened?”
“It’s complicated, and I really don’t want to talk about him,” your voice drops to a level of seduction.
“Y/n,” he sighs.
“If you don’t want to talk, hang up,” You say simply, “I’m not forcing you to do anything.” You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you hear silence for a moment on the other end of the phone.
“Ji?”
“I’m here,” he sighs.
“Meet me at our old place?”
“I’ll be there in 10.” Jiyong says before grabbing the car keys. You two meet at the park, an old tree in the back of it, surrounded by others so its hidden and secret. You reach the tree first, seeing your initials carved into it with a heart. It's been there since the previous summer, when you swore Kwon Jiyong was the man you'd someday marry.
“Why are we here?” His voice is quiet as he walks up to you and, boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. His eyes automatically find the carving and he feels an ache in his chest.
“I dreamt of you,” you say quietly, “I dreamt of you and us and what it was like,” you trail off staring at the ground. He doesn’t say anything; he just stares at you trying to read the situation.
"I dreamt of what it could be," your voice cracks a bit at the end of your sentence.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispers.
“But you came of your own volition.” You remind him.
“Do you ever think about me? Us?” you know it sounds desperate but that doesn’t make a difference to you right now.
“I’ve dreamt of you,” he admits. You slowly inch your way forward to him, both of your faces inches from one another.
“My girl’s at home, y/n.”
“And yet I know you wish it was me,” you say as you search his features in the moonlight. He doesn’t deny it. He can’t. He knows the passion the two of you shared isn’t the same as what he has now.
“She’s good for me,” he tries to reason. You nod, not moving away or forward.
“Does he even know we’re here or that you called me?” You shake your head no and Jiyong can feel the heart beat in his chest accelerate.
“We aren’t doing anything wrong.”
“Then why are we meeting in the middle of the night?” His brow is quirked at you.
“I just needed to see you,” you runs your hands up and down his arms, landing on the tops of his shoulders.
“I,” you sigh as his hands move to your waist.
“We never even properly said goodbye,” you pout with desperation in your voice.
“Y/n,” he says as if he’s warning you, or maybe himself, as he pulls your closer, your faces centimeters apart. He looks at your lips and you look at his, the two of you momentarily forgetting you're out in public, and your lips meet for a soft, deliberately slow kiss. Your hands fist his shirt as his arms wrap around you, pulling you just a little closer. You savor his taste, mint, whiskey and a slight hint of cigarette smoke. It’s been your kryptonite since that first kiss he planted on you after your first date.
“I love her,” he breathes against your lips, almost like an apology.
“I know,” you say before pulling him in for another kiss, this one rougher and more passionate, your teeth lightly knocking together, his hands roam your body, and goosebumps appear. His touch is like lightening, the way it pricks your skin.
“You love him,” he says after the two of you part.
“No, I don’t,” you admit sheepishly.
“You just had a fight, that’s,”
“I don’t, Jiyong,” you cut him off.
“I don’t love him. I can’t love him. Not after what he did.” You say quietly. His hands cup your cheeks and he moves your face so it’s facing his.
“What did he do?” His eyes hold a fire that you hadn’t seen in ages, a fierce protectiveness in them.
“He shook me when I tried to ask about a girl in his phone that sent him nude pictures. He said I was crazy, that weren’t any pictures even when I showed them to him. He accused me of getting nudes just to fight with him.” Jiyong sighs and pulls you in for a hug. His rests on yours as you embrace him back.
“God, you’re making this hard,” he sighs while closing his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper in his chest. You know this can’t end well. You know he loves his girlfriend, but part of you just needed him, even if it was just for a moment. The two of you sit down by the trunk of the tree in the silence of the night, resting against one another.
“Sometimes I wish she was you,” he admits suddenly. You look over at him and he’s staring at the moon, the night wind ruffling through his hair.
“We never really moved on,” you scoff shaking your head. The memory of that last fight playing through your head. It was over something so stupid, so small and petty.
“I still love her,” he tries to defend.
“Then why are you here with me, knowing damn well if she knew you were here she’d be crushed,” you ask honestly.
“You sounded like you needed help," his shoulders slump.
“You didn’t have to come,” he peers down at you, the way the moonlight catches your face makes you look innocent and small compared to him.
He withdrawals his arm from around your shoulder.
“I know,” he says as he stands up. You watch him, prepared for him to make his choice.
“I should get back, before she wakes up.” He scratches the back of his neck as you stand up.
“One last time?” you ask as you wrap your arms around his neck. He allows you to pull him down for one last kiss, one that says everything for the both of you.
“I love you, Jiyong,” you say when your foreheads rest together.
“I know,” he says before tearing himself away from you.
Summary: Jiyong takes care of you when you feel ill.
Warnings: None, just all the fluff.
A/N: I hope you feel better soon, nonnie. I hope this can help bring some temporary relief or even just a little comfort with all the crud you have going on. <3
Requests are OPEN
You called out of work yesterday, completely forgetting you and your boyfriend were supposed to go to dinner, so when Jiyong shows up, you mentally slap yourself. You answered the door, blanket wrapped around you, messy hair and an exhausted, and slightly sweaty, look on your face. His smile dropped the minute he saw you and he swore he’d take care of you.
He ordered dinner last night, since you hadn’t had the energy to go grocery shopping, and decided he was going to stay the night to take care of you. He held you when you wanted it, and didn’t when you didn’t. He rubbed on our stomach when it became painful and helped keep track of the fever you had. He was at your every beck and call.
That’s how he wound up getting up early the next morning and grabbing some groceries for homemade comfort meals. He got things for soup, some things for your absolute favorite meal, and he also got you the medications to help your fever and throat, including a humidifier, and something to help you sleep.
“Here, jagi, take this.” Jiyong hands the fever reducer and you take it from him without hesitation. He sets up the humidifier in your room for you and turns it on.
“I don’t want you to catch,” you think for a moment, “Whatever this is. You should go home,” you try to reason with him but he won’t have it.
“Absolutely not, I’m staying right here to take care of my girl,” he smiles and kisses your forehead.
“After dinner you can sleep some more,” he says as he walks out of your room to work on the homemade soup. After a while of laying in bed you start to miss his presence so you get up and walk into the kitchen, your blanket still wrapped around you.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he abandons the pot on the stove and walks over to you, you lay your head on his shoulder, feeling pitiful.
“I missed you,” you mumble as you relax against him. He smiles to himself.
“It’ll be done soon, ok? Go lay back down or get comfortable on the couch. I’ll bring it to you.” He hugs you close and you reluctantly pull your head off his shoulder. Walking over to the couch you sit there and wait for dinner.
Jiyong grabs two bowls and portions out two servings of the delicious meal. The food is great but your energy is depleted. You put the spoon down after only a few bites and he arches his brow as you set the bowl down.
“I can make you something else, or order something if it’s not good,” he says and you shake your head.
“I’m just tired,” you yawn.
“Well, you need to eat, so,” he trails off as he picks up the bowl and gets some of the soup on the spoon. He holds it up to your mouth for you and you give him a second glance before allowing him to feed you.
“This is so stupid,” you mumble feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Why?”
“I’m not a baby,” you whine as you take the soup from him.
“You’re my baby,” he says to give you a different perspective.
“Would you not do the same for me if I needed it,” he asks genuinely.
“Without a second thought.”
“Then stop complaining and let me help you,” he feeds you another bite and you huff. After dinner you get back into bed and Jiyong’s not far behind you with your sleep aid. You lay down and get comfortable and once you do, he’s right next to you pulling you into his side.
“This should help,” he says as he hands you the stuff. You grin in response and before you know it you’re out like a light, he rubs up and down your arm gently, helping lull you to sleep. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep next to you.
A couple hours later you stir awake due to the pain in your stomach and you groan, hiding your face in his neck. Jiyong slowly opens his eyes, forgetting for just a moment where he was, until he realizes its you laying next to him.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He grabs you some Ibuprofen for the pain and you take it.
“My throat is killing me,” you rasp out.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back.” He kisses your forehead before grabbing his keys. About ten minutes later he comes back in with two servings of ice cream.
“This might help,” he says as he hands you your desert.
“You know me so well,” you grin as you take a bite of the delectable dessert. He turns on your favorite movie as you both get comfortable again, and eat your midnight snacks. Once your done, cuddling resumes and you kiss his shoulder.
“Thank you,” you whisper softly in his ear.
“For what?” he peeks down at you.
“For taking care of me, I don’t mean to be a burden,” you look away from his eyes.
“You are never a burden. I like taking care of you,” he reassures you. You smile to yourself and lay your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. As you watch the movie, your eyes slowly start to close and before you know it, you’re out like a light with Jiyong not far behind you.
summary: as ji-yong's younger sister, seung-hyun knew you were off limits; always admiring you from afar. not once did he think he would ever have a chance with you, or that was until you let it slip that you like him too. unfortunately, not everyone is happy about that…
word count: 6496
tags: brothers best friend trope, mutual crushing, bickering and arguing, overprotective brother!gd
ao3 link -- part 2 (coming soon!)
Seung-hyun shouldn’t be looking at you like this.
Not when you’re Ji-yong’s younger sister. Not when Ji-yong would probably kill him if he ever found out. Not when he’s spent years keeping his feelings buried beneath a carefully crafted mask of indifference. And yet, here he is, watching you from across the room, his heart betraying him with every soft beat.
You’re sitting on the couch, completely unaware of his gaze, laughing at something on your phone. The sound is warm, unguarded—different from the way you sound when you’re teasing your brother or making a point in a heated discussion. Seung-hyun likes this version of you best, the one that isn’t performing for anyone. The one that just exists, effortlessly captivating.
He wonders if you’ve ever noticed the way he notices you. The way he always makes sure you get home safe after a long night out with the group. The way he lingers near you at gatherings, not quite touching but close enough that if you ever needed him, he’d be there. The way he forces himself to look away when you tilt your head just right, when your lips part slightly in thought, when you’re so damn beautiful it makes his chest ache. And the way he clenches his jaw every time Ji-yong talks about you. Not in a bad way—Ji-yong adores you. He’s proud of you, protective of you, and he never shuts up about making sure no guy gets the wrong idea.
"You don’t know how many guys have tried to befriend me just to get close to her," Ji-yong had once complained, shaking his head. "It’s irritating. I have to fight them off all the time."
Seung-hyun had laughed at the time, forced a smirk, and said something teasing like "Can you blame them?" But inside, it burned. Because he wasn’t one of those guys. He wasn’t trying to use Ji-yong to get to you. If anything, his friendship with Ji-yong was the only thing stopping him. But that didn’t matter. If Ji-yong ever found out, would he even believe that? Or would he group Seung-hyun in with all the others—just another guy he had to fight off? The thought makes his grip tighten around his glass. He can’t risk losing Ji-yong’s trust. Can’t risk losing you, even if he doesn’t have you to begin with. But then—
"Seung-hyun?"
Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he barely manages to school his expression before you catch him staring.
"Mm?" He leans back against the chair, forcing a lazy smile. "What is it?"
"You were staring," you point out, returning the expression with your own knowing smile.
"Was I?"
You hum in suspicion but let it go, turning your attention back to your phone. He exhales slowly, thankful for the escape. But as he watches you laugh again—completely unaware of the storm brewing in his chest—he knows he’s in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
Seung-hyun tries to pull his attention away, but it’s impossible. Every time you so much as shift in your seat, he feels hyperaware of your presence. He watches as you tuck your legs beneath you, completely comfortable in the shared space, the glow from your phone screen casting soft light across your face. It’s unfair how effortlessly beautiful you are.
"Okay, what is it?" You suddenly turn to him, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.
He blinks, caught off guard. "What?"
"You keep looking at me."
His grip tightens around his glass, but his face remains unreadable—at least, he hopes. Years in the industry have made him an expert at masking his emotions. But you’re not just anyone, and you’ve known him long enough to see through the cracks.
"Maybe I just like looking at pretty things," he says smoothly, testing the waters. It’s not a confession, not really. Just a tease, something that could be brushed off if needed.
You roll your eyes, laughing softly. "If you’re trying to flirt with me, Seung-hyun, you’ll have to try harder than that."
His stomach twists, but he forces out a low chuckle. "Who said I was flirting?"
"You just called me pretty."
He smirks, lifting his glass to his lips to buy himself a second. "And?"
"And," you say, shifting to face him fully, "you’re being weird today."
Shit.
"Is that your way of saying you don’t want to be called pretty?" He deflects, raising a brow. "Because if that’s the case, I’ll take it back."
You tilt your head, considering. "No… I don’t mind."
His chest tightens. He wasn’t prepared for that. For a brief second, the teasing light in your eyes fades into something softer—something unreadable; dangerous. Something that makes his pulse quicken. But before he can even begin to process it, the front door swings open.
"Yo, I’m back—what the hell are you two doing?"
Ji-yong’s voice cuts through the air like a slap, and Seung-hyun immediately straightens. Nothing. The two of you were doing nothing. But Ji-yong is already eyeing him suspiciously, and Seung-hyun has to swallow down the guilt that rises in his throat.
"Seung-hyun was just flirting with me," you say casually, stretching your arms above your head like this is the most normal thing in the world.
Seung-hyun almost chokes.
Ji-yong freezes mid-step. His eyes narrow as he looks between the two of you, and Seung-hyun feels his stomach drop.
"You what?"
You’re laughing, amused by the reaction, but Seung-hyun knows better. Ji-yong isn’t amused. He squints at the two of you, his lips twitching like he’s trying to decide if he should actually be mad or just mess with Seung-hyun. Then he scoffs, shaking his head.
"Seung-hyun doesn’t flirt," he says, setting down the takeout bags he brought in. "He just stares longingly and hopes for the best."
Seung-hyun freezes. His heart nearly stops in his chest, the words hitting him like a truck. He feels his ears burn, his breath hitching just slightly—not enough for Ji-yong to notice, but you do. You rest your chin on your hand, eyes flickering toward him with a slow, knowing smirk.
“Oh really?” You muse, voice just a little too innocent. “So, if someone were to catch Seung-hyun staring at them a lot… that would mean something?”
Seung-hyun exhales sharply, barely masking his internal panic. He doesn’t move—doesn’t dare to look at you—but you can practically feel the way he’s fighting not to react.
Ji-yong, still oblivious, laughs as he pulls out a pair of chopsticks. “I mean, it’s just how he is, but if you ever notice him doing it too much, it probably means he—”
Seung-hyun’s grip tightens around his glass. You watch him for a second longer, waiting, just to see if he’ll slip. And then, because you can’t help yourself, you tilt your head and hum, “Hmm… interesting.”
That’s all. No accusations, no pointed questions. Just a simple hum, but it’s enough. Seung-hyun stiffens almost imperceptibly, and that’s how you know. He’s terrible at hiding things from you. You bite back a grin, dragging your gaze away from him as if you’re letting it go. As if you’re not planning to have way too much fun with this later.
Ji-yong, still completely in the dark, slides a takeout box toward you. “Anyway, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
You nod, reaching for your food, but not before sneaking one last glance at Seung-hyun—just in time to catch the way he exhales, relieved but wary, like he knows exactly what just happened. And from the way his ears are tinged pink? He knows he’s not getting out of this easily.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
You don’t bring it up immediately. That would be too easy. Instead, you let the knowledge simmer, tucking it away like a secret weapon for later. Seung-hyun, to his credit, manages to keep himself composed—at first. He’s always been good at masking his emotions, keeping his thoughts locked away behind that cool, unreadable expression.
But you? You know exactly how to get under his skin. It starts small. Barely noticeable things, except to him. The next time you’re all together, you catch him staring again—just for a second, just long enough for his gaze to flicker away when you turn to him.
So you smile, sweet and knowing. “Careful, Seung-hyun,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. “You’ll give a person the wrong idea if you keep looking at them like that.”
His reaction is priceless; to you, at least. A subtle shift in his posture. The slight clench of his jaw. The way his hand tightens around his drink. But he doesn’t say anything. Just gives a low hum, as if dismissing your words entirely. Oh, he wants to play it cool? That’s fine.
Next time, it’s over dinner at Ji-yong’s place. Everyone is chatting, the conversation flowing easily around the table, but you notice how Seung-hyun is quieter than usual. Not in a bad way—just observant, as always. And still watching you, so you decide to test something.
You tilt your head, resting your chin in your hand. Then, deliberately, you drag your gaze over to him—slow, intentional, like you’re studying him this time. The second his eyes meet yours, you smile. He blinks. Just once. Then, ever so slightly, he shifts in his seat. You nearly laugh. Too easy.
Ji-yong, oblivious as ever, waves his chopsticks in the air as he talks. “I swear, people always think I have to be the one fighting off guys who try to get close to her, but most of them don’t even get the chance. They panic before they can even try.” He laughs, shaking his head. “It’s kind of funny, honestly.”
You hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider. “You think that’s true, Seung-hyun?”
Seung-hyun, who had just taken a sip of his drink, nearly chokes.
Ji-yong barely notices, still caught up in his story. “I mean, come on. Most of them don’t even have the nerve to look her in the eye for more than two seconds.”
Seung-hyun swallows thickly, clearing his throat. “…Right.”
You bite back a grin. “So, what does it mean when someone does keep looking?”
There it is. That half-second pause, the slightest flicker of panic in his dark eyes.
Ji-yong just shrugs. “Who knows? Maybe they’re a fan, or they have a death wish.”
You fight the urge to laugh, because Seung-hyun is struggling now. He shifts again, fingers tapping against his glass like he’s mentally searching for an escape route. You’d almost feel bad for him. Almost. His gaze flickers up to you, just for a second, and something in it makes your breath catch. Despite his flustered state, there’s something else there too. Something unreadable. Something deep. And suddenly, you’re the one caught in the game you started.
You’ve been playing this game for days now, and Seung-hyun is cracking. At first, he was good at keeping himself in check. A composed nod here, a neutral hum there. But you’ve been relentless—small, teasing glances, light brushes of your fingers when passing him something, sweetly innocent questions that leave him stiff and silent. The best part? No one else seems to notice.
Until tonight.
You’re at the studio with Ji-yong, Seung-hyun, Youngbae, and Daesung, all gathered in the lounge after a long day. The conversation is light, full of easy laughter as takeout containers litter the table.
Seung-hyun, as usual, is sitting a little farther back, comfortable but observant. He’s listening more than speaking—though you know that’s only because he’s still trying to figure out how to handle you. You, of course, have no intention of making that easier.
“Hyung, you’re too picky,” Youngbae is saying, pointing at Seung-hyun. “You always turn down girls who like you, and then you complain that dating is a hassle.”
“I don’t complain,” Seung-hyun corrects smoothly.
Daesung snorts. “You so do.”
Youngbae nods, grinning. “Right? You never even give them a chance.”
Your lips curl. Interesting. You tilt your head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? Is that true, Seung-hyun?”
The way his shoulders immediately tense is so satisfying. He doesn’t look at you—just takes a sip of his drink, as if buying time. “I’m just selective,” he mutters.
Daesung grins. “Selective? More like impossible to please.”
Ji-yong chuckles, shaking his head. “You guys act like he doesn’t have standards. Maybe he’s just waiting for the right person.”
Your smile grows. Oh, this is too easy. Leaning forward slightly, you rest your chin in your hand, looking directly at Seung-hyun. “And who is the right person, exactly?”
There’s a split second where his fingers tighten around his glass—just enough for you to notice. The air shifts just enough for him to notice. And now? He’s stuck.
Daesung lets out a dramatic sigh. “We may never know. He’ll take his secrets to the grave.”
Youngbae laughs. “Seriously, what kind of person would pass your test?”
Seung-hyun clears his throat. “I don’t have a test.”
You hum, tapping a finger against your lips. “No test? So technically, anyone has a chance?”
Finally—finally—he looks at you. Dark eyes, sharp and guarded, like he knows exactly what you’re doing. It’s thrilling. But he’s not getting out of this that easily. Tilting your head slightly, you keep your gaze steady, your tone light. “Or maybe you just like to admire from afar?”
The tension in the air is almost imperceptible—just a little too thick, just a little too charged. And you know he feels it too.
But before he can even attempt an answer, Ji-yong groans. “God, this is getting sad. Maybe we should set him up with someone.”
“No.”
“Whoa, okay. That was dramatic.”
Daesung snickers. “Did you already have someone in mind?”
You see the way Seung-hyun clenches his jaw, the way he’s fighting so hard to keep himself neutral.
And you? You love it. You give him one last knowing glance before turning back to your drink, sipping casually like nothing just happened.
“Yeah, Seung-hyun,” you muse. “Do you?”
He definitely stops breathing for a second.
And you? You just sit there, perfectly innocent, perfectly unbothered—because this game isn’t over yet. Not even close. As soon as the words leave your lips, you see it happen.
Youngbae’s eyebrows rise. Daesung's mouth parts slightly. A slow, mischievous grin starts creeping onto their faces as realization clicks. Seung-hyun knows it too. You watch his fingers tighten slightly around his glass, his expression frozen in carefully manufactured indifference. But it’s useless—they see it now.
“Oh,” Youngbae breathes, leaning back against the couch. “Ohhh.”
Daesung barely contains a laugh, nudging Youngbae. “Wait, wait. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Youngbae smirks. “That depends.”
Ji-yong, oblivious as ever, frowns at them. “Thinking what?”
Seung-hyun shoots them both a warning look—sharp, desperate. But that only makes it worse.
Daesung bites his lip, struggling to hold back his amusement. “I mean… you did say earlier that Seung-hyun doesn’t flirt—he just stares longingly from afar.”
Youngbae nods sagely. “And that sounded ridiculous at first, but now? Now, I think maybe—just maybe—it’s not so ridiculous.”
Seung-hyun exhales through his nose, clearly trying to keep himself together. “You’re both idiots.”
“Ohhh, but are we?” Daesung teases.
Youngbae snickers. “So, hyung. When were you gonna tell us?”
Seung-hyun’s jaw tightens. “Tell you what?”
Youngbae grins, clearly enjoying this way too much. “That you have a little crush—”
“I don’t.”
Daesung gasps dramatically. “So defensive!”
Ji-yong squints at them. “Wait, what the hell are you guys talking about?”
Uh-oh.
This is the perfect moment to intervene. You tilt your head, feigning confusion. “Oh, nothing, Ji.” Then, you shoot a pointed look at Youngbae and Daesung, warning them silently. Don't you dare.
For a second, they actually consider it. Then, Youngbae huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Nothing, nothing. Just messing with Seung-hyun.”
Ji-yong, thankfully, lets it go, rolling his eyes. “You guys are annoying.”
Seung-hyun, meanwhile, looks like he’s never been so grateful for anything in his life. But just when he thinks he’s safe, you lean slightly toward him, voice soft enough that only he can hear.
“You didn’t deny the staring part, though.”
Seung-hyun freezes. You don’t wait for him to respond—you just smile sweetly, reaching for your drink like nothing happened. But you can feel him watching you now, even as the others shift back into normal conversation. This game is far from over. You can feel the tension radiating off of him, but you don’t acknowledge it. No, you keep your expression cool, your smile perfectly neutral, as if you haven’t just rattled him to his core.
Although, Youngbae and Daesung aren’t done: the story isn’t complete yet, not now that they’ve picked up on something else, there’s no way they’re letting it go. But instead of targeting Seung-hyun this time, they turn to you.
"So," Daesung starts, far too casually, leaning forward with his chin resting on his hand. "I’ve been thinking."
Youngbae hums in agreement. "A rare occurrence, but go on."
Daesung ignores him. "We've spent so much time focusing on his love life—or lack thereof—but we haven’t asked about yours."
"Oh, come on. I’d know if she was dating anyone." Ji-yong immediately scoffs.
You chance a glance at Seung-hyun out of the corner of your eye. His jaw barely tenses. It’s subtle—so subtle that no one else would notice. Nobody else should have noticed. But you do. Unfortunately, so do Youngbae and Daesung.
The former tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your expression. "Then tell us, Ji-yong. When was the last time she had a crush?"
Ji-yong pauses, frowning. "How would I—" He stops. Blinks. Then turns to you. "Wait, yeah. When was the last time?"
Your fingers tighten slightly around your drink. You can’t hesitate. If you hesitate, they’ll know. So you take a slow sip, letting them stew for a second. Then, with an infuriatingly innocent expression, you shrug. "Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I have one right now."
Lies. Seung-hyun shifts next to you, just barely. You can feel his eyes flicker toward you, even though he knows better than to look directly. Youngbae and Daesung share the same knowing—smug—expression.
"You don’t think you do?"
"That’s a funny way to put it."
You tilt your head slightly, playing along. "Is it?"
Seung-hyun shifts again. This time, Daesung definitely notices. His smirk grows.
"Hyung," he says, turning back to Seung-hyun with a far too innocent expression. "What do you think?"
Seung-hyun doesn’t look up from his drink. "I think you two should mind your business."
Youngbae chuckles. "Uh-huh. Sounds like someone who wants an answer, though."
You hum, tapping your fingers against your glass. "Yeah, Seung-hyun. Do you want to know?"
This time, he does look at you. It’s brief—so brief that, again, no one else would pick up on it. But you see it. The way his eyes flicker with something unreadable. Something he can’t mask fast enough.
And unfortunately for you—this time, you react. Your breath catches. Not audibly, not dramatically—just a small, split-second hesitation. The slightest widening of your eyes. A flicker of something vulnerable, something exposed, before you can pull your guard back up. But it’s too late. Because Youngbae sees it. And Daesung definitely sees it.
The shift in their expressions is instant. Youngbae’s smirk freezes mid-form before morphing into something far more intriguing. Daesung’s eyebrows lift slightly, his gaze darting between you and Seung-hyun like he just stumbled upon the greatest inside joke of all time. And that’s when you realize. They know. Not just about Seung-hyun, but about you.
Your heart drops.
Daesung leans back slightly, arms folding across his chest. "Ohh," he hums, voice dripping with realization.
Youngbae exhales, eyes flicking toward Ji-yong—who, miraculously, is still oblivious—before settling back on you with pure amusement. "Well, well, well."
"Oh, shit," Daesung giggles to himself, eyes widening just slightly before his grin turns absolutely devious.
Youngbae presses his lips together like he’s holding back laughter. "Wow."
They know. And they are going to make your life hell.
Ji-yong just laughs. "She wouldn’t go for someone like Seung-hyun anyway."
Silence.
You blink. Seung-hyun goes rigid.
And Daesung and Youngbae?
They are eating this up.
"Wait, wait, wait." Daesung holds up a hand, grinning wildly. "Someone like Seung-hyun? What does that mean?"
Ji-yong shrugs, completely unaware. "I mean, he’s just—he’s Seung-hyun."
Youngbae leans in, "and that means?"
Ji-yong frowns. "I don’t know! He can be… serious and weird and…" He pauses, then snorts. "And terrible with feelings."
Seung-hyun exhales slowly, probably debating multiple ways to kill him.
Daesung turns back to you, eyes twinkling. "Well? What do you think? Would you ever go for someone like Seung-hyun?"
"What?" You blink, suddenly way too aware of all their eyes on you.
Daesung leans forward, eyes gleaming. "You got real quiet there."
Youngbae grins. "Yeah, she did."
Ji-yong tilts his head, confused. "What, does that mean yes?"
Your face heats instantly. "No!"
Daesung and Youngbae exchange a look once more.
Youngbae lets out a low whistle. "That reaction was way too strong."
Ji-yong narrows his eyes at you now, completely focused. "Wait. Do you actually have a crush on someone?"
Your heart is beating out your chest, you are sure you can hear the blood in your veins.
Abort. Abort.
"I—" You shake your head, your face growing hotter by the second. "That’s not—"
"Oh my God," Daesung breathes. "You do."
You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Stop."
"Nah, this is too good."
Ji-yong, however, is not grinning. He crosses his arms, scowling. "Why wouldn’t you tell me?"
You shake your head, scrambling for some kind of escape. "Because it’s not a big deal, and that’s not exactly something I’d tell my own brother or his little friends!"
"Not a big deal?" Daesung whistles. "That was a huge reaction, though."
Youngbae nods in agreement. "Yeah, and it’s someone in our circle, isn’t it?"
Ji-yong scoffs. "Well, obviously. She barely hangs out with anyone outside of us." Then his eyes narrow again. "Wait. Who?"
You don’t dare look at Seung-hyun now. Not when you know Youngbae and Daesung are already onto you. Not when your traitorous face is burning.
Seung-hyun, to his credit, stays completely silent while he’s staring at his drink. He hasn’t said a word, hasn’t moved, hasn’t breathed too hard—probably terrified that any sudden motion will make this whole thing explode in his face.
And honestly? You’re starting to panic, too.
Ji-yong’s narrowed eyes haven’t left you once since Daesung and Youngbae started their little game.
"You know," Ji-yong muses, tilting his head, "I tell you everything. But you’re keeping secrets?"
You groan. "Oh my God. It’s not a secret. It’s just not important!"
Youngbae leans in, grinning. "That’s funny, because the more you say that, the more important it sounds."
Ji-yong points at him. "Exactly! Thank you."
Daesung hums, nodding. "It’s definitely someone we know."
Ji-yong stills. His gaze sharpens. "Ohhh," he drawls, realisation settling in. "Wait. Wait. You do like someone here."
"No, I—"
"I knew something was off!" Ji-yong cuts in, pointing at you now. "You never get flustered like this unless you’re hiding something. That’s so suspicious."
You huff, crossing your arms. "You’re so dramatic."
"You’re so obvious!"
Daesung chuckles. "It is kind of obvious."
Youngbae sighs wistfully. "I remember when she used to be good at hiding things."
You glare at both of them. "You two are the worst."
"Yeah, yeah," Ji-yong waves you off. "Just tell me who it is."
You scoff. "No."
His eyebrows shoot up. "Excuse me?"
"No."
"No?" He gapes at you. "Are you kidding me? I tell you everything!"
Ji-yong scowls again, waving a dismissive hand. "I don’t keep secrets from her. She’s just a terrible sister."
"Oh, my God." You roll your eyes. "So dramatic."
He turns back to you, jabbing a finger in your direction. "I will find out."
You stare at him, unimpressed. "Congratulations?"
Daesung snorts. "Oh, she’s playing dirty now."
Ji-yong groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Just tell me."
"Just drop it."
He scoffs. "Never."
You cross your arms tighter, not breaking eye contact. Ji-yong mirrors you, narrowing his eyes. A stand-off.
The tension between you is so thick, even Seung-hyun shifts slightly—probably torn between horror and amusement.
Ji-yong exhales sharply, then gestures vaguely toward the rest of the group. "Fine. We’ll just narrow it down. If it’s someone we know, then it’s—what, one of our staff? A manager? One of the dancers? A trainee—"
"Or someone in this room?"
Your breath catches. Too long. You hesitated too long. And Ji-yong—God bless his overly suspicious little brain—zeroes in immediately. His whole expression shifts.
"Wait." You swear the entire air changes. "Wait, wait, wait." Ji-yong's eyes narrow, scanning the room. "Is it—" He turns to Youngbae. "It’s not you, right?"
Youngbae almost chokes on his drink. "Uh—no."
"Daesung?"
Daesung lifts his hands innocently. "Not me either."
Ji-yong’s eyes flicker toward Seung-hyun—
And then right past him.
He laughs.
"Pfft. Yeah, right. It’s definitely not him."
Silence.
A very loud silence.
You do not move.
Seung-hyun does not move.
But Daesung and Youngbae?
They both react.
Youngbae inhales too sharply.
Daesung bites his lip, looking far too amused.
And it’s so subtle—so quick—that Ji-yong nearly doesn’t catch it.
Nearly.
But then his grin falters.
And his brain starts thinking.
Processing.
Piecing things together.
"Oh," Daesung breathes, eyes wide.
Ji-yong frowns. "What?"
Youngbae exhales heavily. "Shit."
Ji-yong’s eyes narrow.
"What."
You swallow.
Abort. Abort.
Ji-yong glances at you first. Then at Youngbae. Then at Daesung.
And then, finally—
His gaze lands on Seung-hyun.
And Seung-hyun?
Seung-hyun is way too stiff. Too silent. Too composed.
Ji-yong squints at you, then at Youngbae and Daesung, who both look like they’ve just uncovered the juiciest secret in existence.
You, however, are still reeling. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, pooling in your cheeks, but you force yourself to scoff, rolling your eyes as if you have the upper hand. “You guys are so weird. Can we move on now?”
Ji-yong’s suspicion deepens. His gaze flickers between you and Seung-hyun, then back to Youngbae and Daesung, then back to you.
“…Wait.”
Oh no.
Your stomach clenches as Ji-yong tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes. He’s staring at you the way he does when he’s trying to remember song lyrics—turning things over in his mind, waiting for the right pieces to snap into place.
You scramble to act normal. Which, in this moment, means doing everything but that.
“You’re being dramatic,” you say, waving him off. “Seriously, drop it.”
But now he’s really looking at you.
And then—he looks at Seung-hyun.
Seung-hyun, who has been painstakingly silent this entire time.
Ji-yong’s expression shifts. He doesn’t say anything right away, but something about his eyes sharpens. His lips press together, and his fingers drum idly against the side of his knee. He’s definitely putting something together.
Your chest tightens. “Ji-yong—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” he interrupts, sitting up straighter, pointing a finger at you. “Why are you getting all defensive?”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You so are—”
“I—oh my god,” you groan, throwing your hands in the air. “Why do you care?”
“Because you’re hiding something!”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are!”
Youngbae clears his throat, clearly enjoying the show. “Should we step outside?”
Ji-yong shoots him a glare, but you can tell his focus is still on you. His mind is whirring. You can practically hear it.
Then—
His gaze flicks to Seung-hyun one more time.
And something clicks.
His face doesn’t shift immediately. It’s a slow transition, like the sun creeping over the horizon. The slight widening of his eyes. The realization settling into his features. The way his posture straightens just a little as understanding dawns.
He exhales sharply, eyes narrowing. “…No way.”
Your heart stops.
Youngbae and Daesung freeze, giddy anticipation all over their faces.
Ji-yong leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. And when he speaks again—
His voice is much lower.
Much more dangerous.
“…Who is it?”
Your pulse is hammering.
Ji-yong’s eyes are locked on you, sharp with suspicion, like he’s hunting for something—waiting for the tiniest misstep, the smallest flicker in your expression that will confirm his theory.
You can’t let that happen. So you straighten your spine, forcing an incredulous scoff. “Are you serious right now?”
Ji-yong’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Who is it?”
“There is no it!”
“There is, and you’re being so obvious.”
“I’m not—”
“You so are.”
“I literally—”
“You literally suck at lying.”
Your frustration spikes. “And you literally need to get a life—”
“I will when you tell me—”
“Oh my god, Ji-yong—”
“What, is he some industry guy?” He presses, cutting you off. “Someone I know?” His voice takes on a slight edge. “Someone who’s trying to use you? Because I swear—”
“You don’t have to fight every single guy who dares to look at me.” You snap.
“You think this is about me fighting them?” He gestures wildly. “You have no idea how many guys I’ve had to deal with over the years, okay? You’re too nice, and they take advantage of that—”
You throw your hands in the air. “Oh, I’m so sorry for being nice, Ji-yong. Clearly that’s such a character flaw—”
“You’re missing the point!”
“You’re missing the point!”
“What is the point!?”
“THE POINT IS—”
And then, all at once, you remember your audience.
The room is dead silent. Youngbae and Daesung are both sitting completely still, eyes ping-ponging between the two of you with rapt fascination. They’re loving this.
Seung-hyun looks like he’s about to die. His entire posture is rigid, his jaw tight, hands clasped together like he’s physically holding himself in place. He’s been silent this whole time, which is suspicious on its own, and you know Ji-yong’s going to notice that if he hasn’t already.
You have to shut this down. Fast. So you exhale sharply, pulling your expression into something cool and unaffected. “You know what?” you say, voice suddenly light, like this isn’t the most stressful moment of your life. “Believe whatever you want.”
Ji-yong’s eyes narrow. “Oh, now you wanna stop talking?”
“Yup,” you chirp, standing up. “I’ve decided I’m bored.”
“Bullshit.”
“Too bad,” you retort, spinning on your heel, already making your way toward the door.
“Hey—”
“You guys have fun figuring out whatever,” you call over your shoulder. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”
And with that—you leave. You’re not even thirsty, you just needed some sort of excuse to get out of there. Your heart still hammering, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. Although, you only make it to the hallway when you hear hurried footsteps behind you. Oh, for fuck sake…
“You really think you can just walk away?” Ji-yong’s voice is sharp, his steps closing in before he cuts you off completely, stepping in front of you. His arms cross, expression unreadable.
You sigh, already exhausted. “Ji-yong—”
His eyes flicker between you and the room the two of you had just left, the door still wide open. You watch as he begins to truly piece it together in real time. Oh shit.
He doesn’t even have to say it. You can see it in his face. The realization clicking into place.
You shake your head immediately. “No. Nope. Nope. Don’t even—”
“Seung-hyun…? Seriously!?”
“I—”
“It is!”
“Ji-yong!”
He laughs, but he is not amused. It’s half disbelieving, half ‘what the fuck.’ Then, his entire expression shifts: the teasing drops, his jaw tenses and his posture straightens. Suddenly, you realize your brother is pissed.
Too stubborn to back down, you mirror his expression. “You’re acting like I committed treason, or something.”
Ignoring your comment, he shoots back with, “does he know?”
Your patience snaps like a thread pulled too tight; a thread that had been holding on for a little too long.
“Oh my god, Ji-yong! Do you even hear yourself?” Your voice is sharp, raw—laced with something deeper than just frustration. “Every single time I try to live my own life, you have to get involved! You act like I can’t make my own choices, like I need you to filter every guy before I’m allowed to like someone—do you even realize how controlling that is?”
Ji-yong blinks, stunned—like he wasn’t expecting you to actually snap this time.
But you’re not done.
“You sit here and wonder why my friends disappear,” you spit, voice shaking with the force of your anger, “why people don’t stick around—but maybe it’s because the second they get too close, you come barging in like it’s your business. Like you have the right to decide who’s good enough for me.”
His lips part like he wants to argue, but you cut him off with a sharp, bitter laugh.
“And the worst part?” Your chest heaves. “You don’t even see it. You don’t see what you’re doing. You don’t see how exhausting it is to have your own brother constantly standing in the way of every single connection I try to make.”
Ji-yong’s jaw tightens, but you don’t care.
“I’m so tired of this, Ji-yong,” you grind out, voice low, but heavy with everything you’ve been holding back for years. “And I’m so tired of you acting like it’s your job to control who I let into my life.”
Silence.
A thick, suffocating silence where Ji-yong just stares at you, eyes flickering with emotions you don’t have the patience to decipher.
But you don’t wait for him to speak. You step around him, and this time, he doesn’t stop you. This time, you leave—anger burning in your veins, hands trembling, throat tight. This time, Ji-yong finally realizes he might have actually pushed you too far.
Back in the lounge, the room is dead silent. Nobody speaks. Nobody even moves.
Seung-hyun sits stiffly, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turn white. Across from him, Daesung and Youngbae exchange wary glances, but neither of them says a word. They don’t need to. Because the moment Ji-yong walks back in, it’s over. His face is eerily blank—too controlled, too calm—but his eyes? His eyes tell Seung-hyun everything.
Ji-yong knows.
Seung-hyun barely breathes. The weight of Ji-yong’s stare feels heavy, pressing into him like a slow-building storm. It’s not just anger—it’s betrayal, confusion, something deeper that Seung-hyun can’t quite name.
Finally, Ji-yong exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. He lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “You know,” he mutters, voice quieter than usual, “if someone tried this, I always figured it’d be some asshole I’d have to deal with.” His jaw clenches. “Not you.”
Seung-hyun’s stomach tightens. Daesung and Youngbae are still silent, watching like they’re caught in a war they never signed up for.
Ji-yong lets the quiet stretch between them, running his tongue over his teeth. Then, finally—softly, almost like he doesn’t even want the answer—he asks, “How long?”
He could lie. He could deflect, like you had tried so hard to. But the truth is, he doesn’t even remember when it started. When admiring you from afar turned into this. Whatever this is. When his restraint became a constant battle. When he started memorizing the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you’re teasing someone—when it became so hard to look away.
Ji-yong exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, mostly to himself.
But his voice isn’t just angry. It’s conflicted. Because that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s Seung-hyun. Not some random guy using Ji-yong to get to you. Not someone who would break your heart without a second thought. It’s his friend. Someone he’s known for years. Someone he trusts.
And yet, you’re his sister. His little sister.
Seung-hyun clenches his jaw, watching as Ji-yong rubs his temple, like he’s trying to will away the entire situation.
“You—” Ji-yong exhales, frustrated, torn, his emotions battling just beneath the surface. “You’re a good guy, hyung, I know that. But she’s—” His voice falters. “She’s my sister. She’s my responsibility. Do you get how hard that is? Do you get why this isn’t just—” He gestures vaguely, frustration thick in his movements. “Why this isn’t just something I can ignore?”
You’re his little sister. The one he’s protected since childhood. The one he’s chased off guys for, the one he’s warned every single friend about. You’re the person Ji-yong has practically raised alongside his career—the one thing in his life that has never been negotiable.
His voice drops lower. Dangerous.
“She’s not some girl you can just admire from across the room.” His eyes are sharp, unwavering. “She’s not a fling.”
Seung-hyun’s chest tightens. “I know that,” he grits out.
“Do you?”
The air feels thick. Youngbae and Daesung exchange a glance, but neither interrupts. They know better.
Ji-yong shakes his head, pacing once before turning back, voice rising slightly. “Do you even know what it’s like? Every guy that’s tried to get close to me just to get to her? The ones that act like her friend until they think they have a shot?” His hands clenched into fists. “You have no idea how many people I’ve had to shove out of her life, how many assholes I’ve had to warn to stay the fuck away—”
“Do you think I’m one of them?” Seung-hyun cuts in. His voice is steady, but underneath it is something sharp.
Ji-yong falters.
Seung-hyun steps forward now, his own frustration building. His heart is pounding, his hands are shaking, but his voice? His voice is calm. “Do you think I’d ever do that to her?”
Ji-yong doesn’t answer right away, but Seung-hyun sees it—the hesitation. The way something flickers in Ji-yong’s eyes, something that looks like doubt. Not doubt in him, necessarily. Doubt in himself. Because he knows Seung-hyun isn’t like the others.
But it doesn’t make it easier.
He turns abruptly, heading for the door, but before he leaves, he stops—just for a second. Then, without looking back, he says, low and dangerous—
“If you break her heart, I don’t care who you are—I will kill you.”
And then, just like that, he’s gone. The silence he leaves behind is deafening.
Seung-hyun lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Youngbae and Daesung don’t say anything. They don’t need to.
NGHH I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE THE GD SMUT U DID hehe i was the one who requested it (im freaky anon hehe)
I HAVE ANOTHER ONE (if u want to do it)
can you do needy daesung kinda of YOU KNOW? like orgasm control yk like whimpering and stuff… HAHA i’m sorry im embarrassed writing this
THERE NEEDS TO HE MORE DAESUNG FANFICS 💔
welcome back to my domain im so glad u loved ur previous request! ill try my best with this one too!! >:)
❥ trying something new
Pairing: daesung x reader
Word count: 2,623
Summary: Daesung wants to try something new with you, and you can’t get enough of seeing him embarrassed.
Tags: absolute total freaky business, smut, bj, edging, p in v, teasing, fluff and smut
cross posted on ao3 here
The moment Daesung cleared his throat, you knew something in him was different.
He’d always been a bold man—the kind of guy that could waltz into any room, flash that energetic, charming, boyish grin, and have everyone at ease in an instant. Radiation waves of pure confidence and sunshine are second nature to him, woven into the very fabric of who he is. But right now? Right now, he is a flustered mess.
You watched him fidget, tapping restless fingers against his thigh, his usual golden, sunlit energy dimmed by something weighty. His knee bounced. He exhaled through his nose. And when he finally lifted his gaze to yours, his cheeks were red. Not the faint pink flush of exertion or laughter, or the hilarious flush he always gets after drinking, but a deep, mortifying crimson that spread from the tips of his ears down his neck like wildfire.
You tilt your head, intrigued. "You okay?"
"I'm fine!" he blurted—too fast, too bright. Then, as if realizing his own betrayal, he groans and drags a hand down his face. "No. Not fine. Just—God, this is stupid."
You set your glass down, leaning in, your curiosity eating away at you. You needed to know what was making Daesung act like this. "Now you have to tell me."
He let out a breathy laugh, but there’s no usual childlike glee to it. He was stalling. You could see it, feel it. It made something coil warm and expectant in your stomach.
"I'm serious," you pressed, your voice softer now, coaxing. You placed a hand on his thigh, near to his knee. "You can tell me anything."
He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing in sync. Then, in a move so unlike him, he avoided your eyes, focusing intently on the space between his fingers as he rubbed his hands together. "Okay. So, there's this... thing. A new thing. I wanna try it. With you." His voice dropped an octave, thick with something tangled between excitement and sheer, gut-wrenching mortification.
You raised a brow, smirking. "Sounds intriguing."
"It is! I mean—I think it is? But also, maybe it's weird? I don’t think it's weird, per-se, but now I’m questioning everything because my brain is being a little—" He made an exploding gesture near his temple, eyes wide with dramatic panic. "And now I’m just sitting here, turning red like a damn tomato while you look at me like that."
You could not help the grin that pulled further at your lips. "Like what?"
"Like you're having the time of your life watching me suffer."
“No…not at all,” you drag out, biting back a laugh. “Actually a little bit."
He groaned again, tipping his head back, his fluffy hair flowing down his head. "This is so much harder than it should be." Then, finally—finally—he squared his shoulders and meets your gaze, his deep breath shuddering just slightly at the exhale. "Okay. I just need to say it. Right now. Just—rip the Band-Aid off. Okay. Okay."
A pause.
A heartbeat.
Then:
"Can we try o-denial or edging or whatever the name is? I’ve never done it before, and I’m curious of what it feels like" He confesses, all in one breath, all in a rush, as if speaking it any slower might actually kill him. If you were not paying attention so closely, you actually would have not been able to understand a single word that left his mouth. Pink dusted your cheeks at the thought, a crystal clear contrast to the deep shade of red he was currently.
Silence settled between you for half a second before his hands fly to his face, muffling what can only be a groan of sheer regret. "Oh my God, I actually said it. I'm gonna die now. Bury me where we first met, thanks."
You laugh—full, bright, delighted. Not because you’re making fun of him--maybe a little--, but because this--this--is rare. Seeing him like this, all wound up and uncharacteristically unsure, is new. And new with him has always been exciting.
So you reached for him, fingers brushing his, grounding him. "Hey," you murmur, and when he peeked at you from behind his hands, you offer him the softest, smile, trying to comfort him. Which would work better in his favour if the words that came out from your soft lips were not dripping with pure seductive teasing. "Tell me more."
And that is how Daesung ended up in your shared bed, on his back, writhing with pleasure as you had your mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, incessantly teasing him. You loved this newfound opportunity of power over him.
From your point of view, you could feel Daesung's growing need and desperation as he begged you for release. Looking up from your position between his thighs, you could see the desire and hunger in his eyes, the desperation in his pathetic little pleas that slipped from his puffy lips. The power of control, the ability to make or break him, it's exhilarating, intoxicating. Every moan, every sigh, every struggled chant of your name is the sound of surrender, the sweet taste of victory. You prolong his ecstasy, teasing and torturing him; curling your tongue around him, hollowing your cheeks, occasionally taking him to the back of your throat. Holding him at the edge of pleasure and the best kind of pain might have become your favourite hobby. His desperation grows with each passing moment, 'my God,' 'please', 'just a little more sweetheart', his words blur together.
As you continued to tease Daesung, you could see the desperation growing in his eyes, the need pulsing through his veins. His hands clutched at the sheets, his body twisting in anticipation, the very image of desire and longing. You could hear his ragged breaths, feel the heat of his skin against your own as you held him captive to your will.
Each touch, each caress, it's a cruel and calculated game, and you revel in the power you hold over him. His pleas for release only fuel your desire to torture him further, to string him along the edge of pleasure and pain. And so you continue, never relenting, never breaking, your focus unwavering, your determination unshakable. This is your domain, and you rule it with the iron fist of a goddess.
"Please, let me--please I need to--," whimpers flooded out of Daesung's mouth, it was adorable how he was too embarrassed to admit how out of control he was of his mind and body. You revelled in it. Humming in reply, albeit a little muffled--to be fair, your mouth was full. The vibration coursed through his cock and made him groan even louder.
"Oh my God--It's so good, you're too--good baby," Every sentence Daesung could conjure out of his throat was interrupted by a moan, heavy sigh, or a physical twitch, it was such a cute sight, and you were drinking it all in. You now understood why he loved overstimulating you so much, this was great. After locking your eyes with his, you felt his cock twitch again from on your flattened tongue--he was close to finishing again. So promptly, you took a deep breath through your nose and plunged down, taking him all the way--and then pulling yourself clean off of him just as fast, cutting his euphoria off before he could orgasm, which earned a high pitched sob to erupt from him. Your eyes softened at the sight of Daesung attempting to recover from teetering on the line between pleasure and ache. This was his first time doing this kind of thing, after all.
"That's three times now lovely, do you think you can hold out longer?" You asked, the last thing you wanted was to cause actual discomfort or pain. You had your left hand rubbing up and down his thigh comfortingly, and your right hand softly gripping the base of his red, overstimulated cock, fingers tapping gently along the shaft. Daesung took a minute to answer as he was absolutely flushed, wrecked, and breathless, so you gave him all the time he needed.
"I--I don't know... It feels so good, but also it's starting to hurt a bit when you stop, and not in the good way..." Daesung stutters out, his breath beginning to catch up. "I don't want to interrupt your fun..."
"Hey, hey, don't worry, it's okay, lovely," Your heart cracked a little at the latter comment, his happiness and want was the fun. Now, we can either stop entirely, or I can make you cum for reals, no breaking off. It's up to you and what you think you can take." You let go of him now, wiping your mouth from any residues or saliva with your sleeve and leaning over him to press soft, loving kisses across his warm cheeks and forehead, flooding care and adoration in each peck. Those were some of his favourite places for your lips to touch, it was always the 'number one cure to all his ailments,' he would often proclaim.
Daesung let out a small, light chuckle, covering his eyes, embarrassed by your sweet actions, as if that was more humiliating than the compromising position he was in under you not even five minutes prior. Before you could think or react, his large arms leapt up from the sheets and wrapped around your body, holding you impossibly close. He tucked his head into your neck, hiding his face nervously, causing you to laugh at his adorable disposition, and also because soft hair was brushing gently against ticklish areas. More so the former than the latter. Daesung then mumbled something, but it was indistinguishable as whatever it was was silenced by his mouth pressing into your skin.
You 'roughly' grasped his jaw, forcing him to leave the sanctuary of the section between your neck and shoulder and look you in the eye. "What was that, hmm?" You questioned teasingly. The deep flush from before this escapade had begun had returned. You knew where this was going, you just wanted to hear him say it.
"I want us both to finish--it's not fair if it's only me feeling good here," Daesung mumbled, confessing, "but like, not orally. I need you, so bad baby. Please?"
The second you nod in consent, you feel yourself being flipped onto your back against the smooth, cool sheets, your face flushing more and more, and any feeling of dominance slipping from your grasp. Daesung hovers over you, rippling with desire as he captures your lips in a hard, needy kiss. Your hands run across his chest, your nails leaving light lines in their wake.
Feeling more pent-up than ever, Daesung urgently lifts your hips to remove your bottoms from your legs, then kneeled on the mattress between your thighs. His hand dipped down to toy with you tantalisingly slow for a little while, ensuring you were prepped for him. Not that that was really necessary, you were already soaked from earlier.
"Aww, baby girl," he cooed, "Did me being under you make you all needy, hm?" You squeaked embarrassingly in response, him talking dirty you always put you in a trance. He licked his fingertips clean and aligned his cock with your entrance, eliciting an involuntary shiver from you both. Then, He pushes inside quickly, impaling you deeply with a single thrust. The haste of his action caught you slightly off guard, a subconscious gasp left you as a result of the intrusion, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort setting its course through your body.
The sensation was overwhelming; his muscular frame enveloped you fully as he established a hard, dependable rhythm after ensuring your discomfort had faded away. Quickly acclimating, you were consumed by desire, your cravings for more and more fuelling an everbuilding inferno of lust as the relentless pacing continued. You made no effort to conceal any calls of his name or praises that rose and fell from your throat. Glancing to your face, Daesung soaked in your delightful expression of ecstasy and concentration painted on your visage, your back arching to meet his thrusts.
You felt hands roughly grasp your hips as he drove himself somehow even deeper within you. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, whispering breathy pleas in his ear for him to go faster, harder. Oh how he loved hearing you like this--all because of him. The headboard creaked against the wall behind, a metronome for the primal symphony of your animalistic carnal need.
Feeling confidence settle within you once more, you take an opportunity when Daesung had slowed to take a breath to roll him onto his back and straddle his waist. You took control, your hands gripping his thighs behind you for stability as you rode him with passion, your movements smooth and deliberate. He groaned out in appreciation, his hands roaming your body, grazing your sensitive skin, igniting sparks of electricity at every section of you.
Daesung's strong hands slid down your back, leaning you forward, fingers returning home to your hips, taking control of your movements. Your hands took purchase of the sheets on either side of his head as he bent his knees to thrust up to meet you halfway. Your breath became increasingly more ragged, your muscles clenching around him with each thrust, the sensation of his cock swelling within you. Lost in your own mind, consumed with sensual depravity, you feel your face be pulled in for a gentle, loving kiss, tongues dancing smoothly in a dance, juxtaposing the messy, rough movements below you.
Daesung nips at your lower lip, drawing a soft gasp from you, which devolved to a moan of elation as he speeds up from beneath you. Pressure builds in your core, an impending wave of pleasure crescendoing within you, threatening to overwhelm you as the intensity of lust approaches its peak.
"Fuck--," you whisper, panting heavy breaths, "I'm so close--God Daesung!" He looked at you, deeply engraving the desperation across your complexion into his memory. You calling his name in such a erotic voice would always be material to fuel his fire with for a very long time.
"Yeah, baby?" He grunted huskily, his voice dropping several octaves in your ear. And with that, he flips you onto your stomach, raising your hips and kneeling on one knee and the other foot pressed to the mattress to ensure he'd hit the most satisfying spots to bring you to your orgasm. "I'm nearly there too, let me feel you shatter around me, baby girl. Come on."
The building pressure in you washes waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body as you tighten impossibly around him, tears forming in your eyes and lightly dusting your face in pure euphoria. Daesung let out a mix of saccharine whimpers, high moans, and indecipherable praises as he reached his own highs, your pulsing muscles eliciting every last drop out of him that he had to offer you. The two of you collapsing onto the bed below you, becoming a tangle of sweaty limbs, your chests heaving and pulses racing. Daesung pulled you close, cradling you in his strong arms, kissing all over your warm face tenderly as aftershocks began to subside.
"Was that good, sweetheart?" He asks you, you nod, far too exhausted to formulate a verbal answer. He laughs amusingly, lifting you to the ensuite bathroom to clean you from your activities. After washing up, you both drift off to a deep sleep, feeling safe and secure in each other's embrace, sated and full of love for the one in your arms.
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sorry this took a little bit, i literally get so flustered writing stuff like this so i have to take a break every two minutes😀😀
Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist
a/n: Please read the warnings before continuing this part of the story. If you are uncomfortable with the contents in this story, please don't hesitate to DM me for a quick summary of what happens without going into detail! You are responsible for the content you read and your triggers. MDNI 18+
Also, I have always openly been pro-choice and supportive of women's reproductive freedoms so if that bothers you at all, this isn't the blog for you.
synopsis: Y/n receives some unsettling news. The weight of all her past decisions and now future ones are weighing down on her. But her boyfriend is there for her no matter what.
warnings: ABORTION (pill form), side effects of the pill (cramping, bleeding, vomiting), language, a bit of self-loathing, fluffy fluff, Seunghyun being the sweetest man in the world
wc: 3.8k+
The last month with Seunghyun had been nothing short of magic. You floated through your days on a cloud of warmth and laughter, your cheeks aching from the constant smile he effortlessly drew from you. He had a way of making the world feel lighter, of making you feel cherished in a way you hadn’t even realized you craved.
He loved helping you with your designs, offering input that was sometimes playful, sometimes insightful, but always supportive. And in return, you adored watching him practice his choreography, mesmerized by the way he moved—fluid, powerful, effortless. It was impossible not to be captivated by him. And when he was in the studio, his deep, melodic voice wrapping around lyrics like honey, you sat in quiet admiration, drinking in every note.
You were in awe every single day that this man was yours.
But while your world revolved around Seunghyun, Jiyong remained in the background, distant and unreadable. He only spoke to you when necessary, his words clipped and formal. You barely noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when you laughed at Seunghyun’s jokes, or the way his jaw tensed when you beamed at the older man like he hung the stars.
Jiyong wondered—if he had treated you differently, if he had just let himself be softer with you, would you be looking at him that way instead?
But life was good. You were happy.
Until your annual physical changed everything.
The doctor’s words echoed in your head, reverberating like the aftershock of an explosion.
Eight weeks pregnant.
Your fingers clutched at the crinkling paper beneath you as though it could ground you, keep you from unraveling completely. Your lungs felt too tight, like the walls were closing in, like the ceiling was pressing down on you.
"Y/n?" The doctor’s voice was gentle, too gentle, as if she hadn’t just detonated a grenade at your feet. "Are you okay?"
No. No, you were not okay.
"I…" The word barely made it past your lips, strangled and weak. Your mouth was dry, your throat constricted by an invisible force. "I can’t be pregnant."
But the test said otherwise.
The doctor knelt beside you, her fingers curling around your trembling hand, offering comfort that felt both too much and not enough all at once. "You have options," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin.
Options. That was the cruelest part, wasn’t it? That this wasn’t some nightmare you could wake up from, some mistake you could erase. It was real. And there was only one way to make it unreal.
A single tear slid down your cheek. Then another. You swiped at them angrily, disgusted with yourself for crying when all you felt was terror.
"I need it gone," you whispered, the words barely audible. "I can’t do this. Please."
"Okay," the doctor said softly. "Take a deep breath for me."
You obeyed, though it did little to steady the storm inside you.
"If this is what you want, you have two choices," she continued.
"O-Okay…" Your voice shook.
"You’re still early enough to take a pill. You can do it at home if that would be easier for you."
"What’s the other option?"
"A procedure at the clinic. You’d need someone to drive you home. Is your partner in the picture?"
You hesitated. The question shouldn’t have felt like a knife in your chest, but it did.
"Uhm… he—he’s not the father."
The doctor nodded, not pressing for details. "I see. Well, if you prefer, I can get you the pill today. Otherwise we will have to make an appointment for you to come back."
"Can I-" You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. "Can I do it tonight?"
"Yes. I’ll give you the first dose here, and you’ll take the second at home later on. You will experience cramping, bleeding—it’s normal. But if anything feels off, call us immediately. I’d like to see you again next week to check in."
"Okay." Your voice was barely more than breath.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
You nodded quickly, desperation clawing at your insides. "Yes. Yes, please. I need to do this."
The doctor nodded, offering a sympathetic smile before she disappeared for a moment, returning with a small paper cup and a bottle of water. "First, take these."
You hesitated, staring at the tiny pills resting in your palm. The weight of them felt heavier than anything you’d ever held.
Then, before you could change your mind, you swallowed them down.
She handed you a box, containing the pills for later. “Take these at 7 pm. It could take about 1 to 4 hours to start experiencing pain. Everyone is different.” She explained. “Here’s everything you can expect to happen. And I wrote down our 24-hour line if you have any questions.” She said, handing you some paperwork and pamphlets.
“Thank you.”
By the time you reached your car, the numbness cracked, giving way to an avalanche of emotion. You let out a guttural scream, raw and broken, gripping the steering wheel as sobs wracked your body.
You hadn’t seen this moment coming. But your own careless actions had led you here, and now it was yours to bear. Alone. Or so you thought…
You made it back to your apartment in a daze, collapsing onto the couch, the stack of papers and pamphlets feeling like a lead weight in your lap. Your eyes were red, swollen, your chest tight with grief you didn’t know how to process.
You had no idea what to do or how to make this okay. There was only one person who could make this feel even a fraction less unbearable.
With shaky fingers, you picked up your phone and dialed his number.
"Hey, baby! How was the doctor?" Seunghyun’s voice was soothing, filled with warmth and love.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Seunghyun…"
His tone shifted instantly. "Baby, what’s wrong?"
"I… I need you." Your voice cracked. Tears welled up again, threatening to spill over.
"I’m on my way." His response was immediate, resolute. You could hear the rustling of his jacket, the jingle of keys. "Fifteen minutes, Jagi. Just hold on, okay?"
"Okay," you whispered, clinging to the phone like a lifeline. "Th-Thank you…"
The wait was agonizing. You sat in suffocating silence, playing out the conversation in your head, the shame curling in your gut like a living thing. What would he say? Would he still want you? The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. But here you were, knocked up by someone else. Not just anyone else, but his best fucking friend.
A soft knock at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You wiped at your face with your sleeves before getting up to open it.
Seunghyun stood there, slightly out of breath, offering you a small, apologetic smile. "I didn’t have time to get you a flower," he murmured. "Sorry, Jagiya."
The dam broke. You fell into his arms, sobbing against his chest as he held you, his embrace firm, unyielding.
"It’s okay," he murmured, running a soothing hand down your back. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."
And that only made you cry harder.
He guided you to the couch, keeping you wrapped in his warmth, waiting patiently until your breathing evened out. Then, he pulled back just enough to cup your face, pressing soft kisses to your damp cheeks.
"Sweet girl," he murmured, "tell me what happened."
"I fucked up," you choked out. "I fucked up bad."
"I doubt that," he said gently.
You inhaled shakily, glancing at the table where the pills and paperwork sat. "You know how you said our past doesn’t define us?"
"Of course."
You hesitated, then exhaled. "I was with someone before we got together.” You explained slowly. “It wasn’t serious. He was a prick, honestly…"
Seunghyun followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the mess of papers. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at until he saw the word Abortion written boldly across a pamphlet. Understanding dawned in his expression.
"You’re pregnant," he said softly.
He was silent for a minute, processing the news he had just uncovered. You stared at him with glossy eyes, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
Then, he reached for your hand “Okay…so what happens next? What did the doctor say?”
You looked at him, puzzled. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t storming out, calling you a whore. He was calm.
“I, uhm…I’m not keeping it.” You said. You took a deep breath. “The doctor gave me pills at the appointment. I have to take these ones at 7…”
“Does it hurt?” He asked.
“She said there will be cramping…and bleeding…”
“Okay. I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you however I can.”
You looked at him with wide eyes. “You-You’re not mad at me?”
"Accidents happen," he said, squeezing your fingers. "If this is what you want, I’ll be here. If you’d chosen differently, I’d be here too."
You sniffled again. “I really don’t deserve you.” You said sadly.
“Don’t say things like that.” He said, pulling you close.
“Thank you.” You whispered, clinging to him tightly. You couldn’t believe how calm he was. He didn’t even ask about who you were with before. You just couldn’t believe how perfect he was. You never wanted to do anything to hurt him, ever.
That’s why Jiyong had to stay a secret.
-
As the night wore on, an unexpected sense of clarity settled over you. The earlier panic had dulled into something quieter—acceptance, maybe. Or just exhaustion. Either way, you felt more sure of your decision than you had before.
Seunghyun had been by your side the entire time, slipping out only to grab a few things—a heated blanket, some soft foods, and a stuffed bunny he thought might bring you comfort. It was small, gray with floppy ears, the kind of thing a child might cling to. And yet, as he handed it to you with a gentle smile, your fingers closed around it instinctively, as if it could somehow anchor you.
He had taken the time to read through every page of the instructions and pamphlets, wanting to understand what to expect, making sure you had everything you needed, ensuring you’d be as comfortable as possible. It was such a small thing, but it made your chest ache. He was trying so hard to take care of you, to protect you from something he couldn’t possibly fix. And God, you loved him for it.
Dinner was light—just something to put in your stomach so you wouldn’t take the pills on an empty one. But eating felt like a chore, each bite turning to sawdust in your mouth. Seunghyun practically had to coax you into finishing your meal, his eyes full of silent understanding. No words, just patience.
Afterward, you curled up in his lap, tucking your head against his chest as the two of you watched a movie. He held you close, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing slow, comforting circles against your back. Every now and then, he placed a soft kiss on your temple, your cheek—reminders that he was there, that you weren’t alone.
It lulled you into a drowsy peace, your body sinking further into his warmth, until—
“Jagi…” His voice was a whisper against your hair. “It’s almost 7.”
Your stomach twisted violently, the words alone had the power to unsteady you. You sat up slowly, pulling the heated blanket around yourself, gripping the stuffed bunny to your chest. Your hair was tousled, your face still puffy from the tears you’d shed earlier, but none of that mattered.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
Seunghyun cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin before pressing a lingering kiss against it. “I’ll get you some water.”
As he got up, your eyes landed on the box sitting on the coffee table. You reached for it, turning it over in your hands, as if staring at it long enough would change what was inside. The first dose had been easy—nothing had changed yet. But this? This would be final. This would put an end to the madness you had created.
You sighed.
A family. Children. It had never been something you seriously considered before. Your career has always been your focus, your schedule too chaotic to even entertain the thought. But now, for the first time, you wondered—if you had thought about it before, would you have been more careful? Would you have stopped yourself from being so reckless with Jiyong?
But there was no use in wondering. What’s done is done, and all you could do now was face the consequences and make your decision.
At least you didn’t have to do it alone.
“Okay, here you go…” Seunghyun murmured, handing you the glass of water as he settled back beside you.
“Thanks…” You muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Silence stretched between you. Seunghyun sat awkwardly as you stared down at the pills in your palm, unsure of how to help. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to make this easier, and you could see the helplessness in his eyes.
A tear slid down your cheek, unbidden. You weren’t even sure why. Was it fear? Anger? The fact that you hadn’t even hesitated in your decision? Or maybe… guilt.
How would Jiyong react if he knew?
He could never know.
“Am I a bad person?” The question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it. You kept your eyes locked on the pills, afraid to meet Seunghyun’s gaze. “Am I… am I a bad person for doing this?”
“Oh, Jagi…” Seunghyun sighed, shifting closer. “Of course not. It’s a hard decision, but only you know if it’s the right one. Does it feel right?”
You exhaled shakily. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so. I’m not ready for kids. Especially with...” You trailed off.
“And that’s okay.” He said. He didn’t push for answers. He didn’t want to know.
Your breath hitched slightly. “Can this stay between us?”
Seunghyun took your hand in his, squeezing gently. “I won’t tell a soul.”
For the first time that night, you truly smiled. It was small, but it was there. And somehow, that tiny gesture gave you the final push you needed.
Without another word, you popped the pills into your mouth and took a long drink of water, swallowing them down in one go. You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie and exhaled.
“C’mere,” Seunghyun murmured, opening his arms. Without hesitation, you scooted into his embrace, letting him tuck you back against him as the movie played on in the background.
You felt yourself start to doze off again, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, you could sleep through the night.
But that hope shattered an hour and a half later.
A violent wave of nausea hit you so hard it was disorienting. Your stomach twisted painfully, bile rising in your throat with alarming speed.
“Oh, God…” you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth as you bolted from the couch, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut just in time.
The retching was brutal. Your entire body trembled as you clung to the toilet, heaving until there was nothing left inside you. Tears burned your eyes, your throat raw from the force of it. The room spun, and for a brief moment, you thought you might pass out.
After what felt like forever, you finally slumped back against the cold tile floor, utterly spent.
"Y/n?" Seunghyun’s voice was muffled through the door. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”
You took a shaky breath. “I’m okay…” Your voice was hoarse. “I just… I just need a minute.”
A pause. Then, gently, “Okay… Let me know if you need anything.” He wasn’t sure what else he could say. He felt helpless standing on the other side of the door as you sat in pain.
You closed your eyes, exhaustion settling in deep. “Thank you…”
This was going to be a long night.
And it was.
The hours passed in uncomfortable waves. The nausea came once more before the cramping set in, sharp and relentless. You curled up on the couch, wincing as each wave of pain rolled through you, trying to focus on the TV for a distraction. It didn’t work.
Seunghyun stayed close, his hand resting softly on your stomach, tracing slow, careful circles in an attempt to soothe the ache. It didn’t stop the pain, but the warmth of his touch was grounding.
And then, it happened.
You knew. Not just because of the blood. You could feel it—the shift, the emptiness, the finality of it all.
You sat on the floor of your shower, your knees pulled to your chest as the warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of the day. Washing away the last piece of Jiyong.
You hated yourself for it, but you breathed a sigh of relief.
-
Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness that still cloaked the room. The faintest traces of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft shadows against the walls. The quiet hum of the city outside was distant, muffled, as if the world itself had slowed to match the exhaustion weighing down your body.
But the ache in your abdomen refused to let you rest any longer. A dull, persistent cramping settled low in your stomach, an unwelcome reminder of everything you had endured the night before.
Yet, wrapped in Seunghyun’s arms, you felt safe.
His strong arm draped over you protectively, anchoring you to him. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm against your back, his warmth cocooning you in a way that made the pain feel a little less sharp. You weren’t ready to move just yet. You weren’t ready to leave this moment.
You burrowed deeper into him, your body instinctively seeking out his comfort, your fingers lightly tracing the arm around your waist.
A sleepy murmur came from behind you. “How are you feeling?”
His voice was hoarse with sleep, rough around the edges in a way that sent warmth curling through your chest.
You exhaled softly. “It still hurts a little… but it’s not as bad.”
He shifted slightly, tightening his hold on you as his lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a silent reassurance. “Can I get you anything?”
You hesitated. The answer was yes—there were a hundred things you could have asked for. A heating pad, another blanket, tea… something to help fill the empty space inside you.
But more than anything, you just wanted him.
“Just… hold me a little longer,” you whispered, barely audible in the quiet room.
“I can hold you all day, baby,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I already told everyone we wouldn’t around today.”
That made you stir slightly, turning your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. “What did you tell them?”
He chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your skin. “Food poisoning.”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Of course you did.”
“I had to come up with something, Jagiya. You think I was gonna tell them I wanted to stay home and cuddle my girl all day?” He teased, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
Your heart swelled at his words. My girl.
You shifted in his arms, turning fully to face him. He instinctively slid his hand to your hip, keeping you close. His face was still heavy with sleep, his hair sticking up in every direction, his lips slightly swollen. His puffy, half-lidded eyes met yours, full of unspoken devotion.
God, he was beautiful.
“Morning, Angel,” he murmured, his fingers brushing softly against your side.
You smiled, lifting a hand to smooth down the unruly strands of his hair. “Morning.”
Seunghyun leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something different in the air between you—something heavy, something unspoken.
Your throat tightened as the words formed at the tip of your tongue, pressing against your lips. Was it too soon? Should you wait?
But the truth sat so heavily in your chest that holding it in any longer felt impossible.
“Seunghyun, I—” You paused, gathering your thoughts, trying to find the right way to say it. “I love you.”
The words hung in the air between you, fragile yet absolute.
His eyes widened slightly, the sleepiness dissipating in an instant. “You do?”
You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Yeah, I do. And what you did for me last night… you didn’t have to do that. But you did. And I just—” You exhaled, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say it back. Just know that I—”
Seunghyun cut you off by pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, lingering, full of emotion that words couldn’t quite capture. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment, like he had been holding onto those same words, just waiting for you to say them first.
You melted into him, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, grounding you, steadying you.
When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a breathless smile playing at his lips.
“I love you too, Y/n.” His voice was steady, sure—like he had never been more certain of anything in his life.
Your breath hitched slightly. You had hoped for it, but hearing him say it sent a warmth through you that chased away all the darkness lingering in your mind.
“Seeing you go through that last night…” He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “It broke my heart. I hate seeing you in pain. I just—I’m just glad you trusted me enough to let me be there for you.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness or guilt. They were from the overwhelming love you felt for the man in front of you.
You had no idea what you had done to deserve this. To deserve him.
But God, you were grateful.
You reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb tracing over the stubble that shadowed his jaw. “I know it’s a lot to ask… but… can we never talk about it again?” Your voice was small, hesitant. “I just want to move forward… with you. Only you.”
Seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He smiled softly, tilting his head to press another lingering kiss to your lips.
“Of course, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “Just you and me now, yeah?”
You nodded, letting yourself sink back into his embrace. “Just you and me.”
summary: Reader helps jiyong relax before one of his big shows back.
Warnings: smut, blowjob, m receiving, swearing,
wc: 1.7k+
The taxi drive from your home to the venue wasn't far, around 20 minuets, Jiyong insisted to get someone to pick you up but you declined since you finished work late and you didn’t want to bother anyone so you'd just make your own way there.
The lights of the city shined through the window of the taxi as you pulled up around the back of the venue. You hand the taxi driver cash and thank him before stepping out of the vehicle.
The breeze around you sent shivers through your skin as you rushed to the entrance. Once you were in front of the doors, you were stopped by security. "Can I see your pass please?" The man professionally asked, You slid the lanyard from behind your jacket and showed it up to the man.
His eyes scan the pass, he nods and opens the door for you to enter. The warmth hit your skin as soon as you walked into the building. You walk down the halls looking for Jiyong's dressing room, luckly you spot his manager and head towards him.
"Hey, do you know where Jiyong's dressing room is?" You smile.
"Yeah he's just up there." He replies pointing his hand in the direction down the hallway, you nod a thank you and head towards where he pointed.
Your eyes spot a sign on one of the doors. 'GDRAGON' was written in black bold writing. You step towards it and give it two knocks. You're waiting a couple seconds before you hear the door click open, as the door opened your view was met with your boyfriend.
His once red hair now fading into a coral like color was styled nicely ontop of his head, when he saw your face a slight smiled appeared and he embraced you into a hug, his arms wrapped around your waist and yours went around his neck.
The warmth of his body gave you comfort, you miss being in his arms, you are proud of him and you are so glad he's back doing what he loves, but that means he's busy again and you get to see him less. "I missed you so much". You said into his chest, he pulled back and looked into your eyes.
"We were together this morning." He chuckled.
"I know but I still missed you." You gave him a pout, he leans forward and presses a sweet kiss onto your lips, you hum in satisfaction.
He pulled back from you and headed towards the couch to sit down, you turn around and close the door. You admired him from afar his more confident enegery was replaced with a more worried and silent one.
You could tell something was off, he'd always treat you the same no matter how he was feeling. But tonight he was different, you know he has a hard time talking about how he feels but you decided you'd try at least comfort him.
You walk over to the couch he's sitting on and gentley sit besides him. "Ji, is everything okay." You softly spoke.
He tenses slightly at your words then relaxes, you knew not to pry that much, if he didn't want to tell you, then you'd understand and leave it alone.
He didn't say anything nor did he move he just sat on the couch in silence looking at his lap, his legs were bouncing anxiously against the floor. You hated seeing him like this especially when you didn't know what was on his mind.
You softly place a hand on his thigh to try soothe him, he looks down at your hand and places one of his ontop of yours.
He sighs before speaking out. "I'm just a bit nervous, it's been awhile you know, what if i'm not good enough for them anymore."
The words made you frown, It may have been awhile but you knew his stage presence was still incredible, his voice was still beautiful, he just needed to know that.
"Baby, you are good enough for them, you always have been and you always will be." The words softly left your mouth, your fingers now rubbing small circles into his thighs.
He looks up at you and gives you a small smile."It's just that i'm getting older and I've changed, but it feels like everyone wants the old 'gdragon' back, and you know i've been changing up my music style." He confessed. "I guess I just don't want to disappoint anyone." He carried on, his eyes had a sad like look in them now which made your heart ache.
You hated when he put himself down because you knew he truly loved what he did.
"Ji, stop worrying about this, your fans absolutely love you, its good that you’re trying out new things and different styles."
"Thank you jagiya." He quickly spoke, he then gently put his hand on your jaw. As much as your words helped you could still tell that he was tense.
You pull him closer to you and your lips start placing gentle but almost teasing kisses across his jaw, You softly grip his hair pulling him back slightly, your lips then made their way to his neck and that's when he finally let out a quiet moan.
His hand that was once on your face was now gripping you hips tightly as you continue to place kisses on all his sweet spots.
"Just relax okay." You hummed between kisses, you trail your hands down his chest painfully slow, his breath hitching at every teasing movement you made, his grip on you became tighter and his noises became louder.
When your hands finally make their way to his thighs you rub them before kneeling in front of him on the floor.
"What are you doi-" You cut him off "shh, let me take care of you baby, let me show you just how amazing you are." You whisper looking up at him.
Your hand goes to his bulge which was now semi hard from all your light touches, you slowly palm him through his jeans. “Hmm fuck.” He moans out his head rolling back at your actions.
you continue to stroke him until he’s fully hard, you undid his belt and jeans, you tap his thigh signaling for him to lift his hips up. Once he did that you slide his jeans down his legs leaving him in just his boxers.
“You going to let me relax you baby?” You pout softly stroking the tent that was obvious in his boxers, he lets out a soft hum before nodding a yes, at his conformation your hands go to the waistband of his boxers and you slowly pull them down enough for his cock to spring out.
You lean forward and press a quick kiss to his tip before pulling away, his cock twitched and he let out a soft sigh. You kiss his cock again but this time you started placing them more slowly down his shaft.
"So proud of you." You say between kisses. "You're so amazing baby." You praise him,after a couple minutes of teasing Jiyong’s hand came down and softly gripped your hair.
"Please jagiya." He whispered looking at you with a pout, without warning your mouth went around his cock causing him to let out a moan, his grip on your hair became tighter your head was now slowly bobbing up and down around his shaft.
"God, your mouth is so fucking perfect." His voice shaked, your mouth working slowly around him, you did enjoy teasing him, the way he'd twitch and let out these little whimpers, that turned you on.
you started to pick up your pace around him, you flatten your tongue so he could go further into your mouth, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he tightened his grip on your hair and his hips snap up and you take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Just like that baby, fuck You’re going to make me cum.” His voice was hoarse and the words went straight to your core causing you to clench your thighs together.
“God, my sweet girl is always looking after me.” He stuttered out, you moan around his cock as a reply, his hips snap harder into your mouth his cock hitting the back of your throat each time. You look up at him closely, studying his appearance, his head was rolled back onto the couch mouth open and eyes rolling to the back of his head, moans and praises left his mouth, he was beautiful like this you thought. You urge your mouth to go faster and deeper around him, you dig you nails into his thighs and you force his cock to the back of your throat before swallowing around him.
A whimper ripped through his throat. “Do that again, fuck. I need to cum in your mouth.”
He was falling apart in front of you his breathing became faster and his grip became tighter. You repeat your actions from before, putting him as deep as you could go, he forces your head even further around him and you gag.
He gave you a few more hard thrusts. “That’s it, i’m going to cum. fuc-.” His words got stuck and a moan left his mouth instead, his warm release hit the back of your throat, his grip now being released from your hair.
Once he caught his breathe he pulled you off of him gently, you swallowed his release and wiped your mouth in the process.
“Come here.” He hummed patting his lap, you stand from the floor and straddle him, your hands hold onto his shoulders so you could balance yourself.
His hand cups your jaw. “Thank you, I feel much better.” He speaks massaging your jaw between his fingers.
“Anything to make my man feel better.” You smile.
He places a loving kiss on your lips before he’s pulling you into his chest, the room was filled with silence, it was comfortable, just you and him with no worries to think about.
Your moment was interrupted by a knock. “You’re on in 10 Jiyong.” A voice from the other side of the door exclaimed.
Jiyong sighs before removing you from his lap, he fixes himself up so he looks presentable. “Do I look fine?.” He asks facing you.
“You look hot, don’t go stealing all the girls hearts now.” You smirk, He lets out a laugh before leaning down and giving you another kiss.
“I love you sweet girl.”
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed, currently working on daesung fluff so that should be my next post let me know if you want to be tagged❤️
Summary: you got extremely horny from the pic of Jiyong on the set of Too Bad mv, and decided you need to do something with it.
posting it second time cause tubmlr is a little wanker
A/N: It has a bit of a smau, just a little, also to get people who don't know some of the characters from the fic in the loop: Gee Eun is Jiyong's stylist, Deukie and Dony are Kwon Twins, dancers and choreographers who've been working with GD for only God knows how long lol
A/N2: I think I have a suit kink but whatever, I thought I'd contribute to the Übermensch slut-core era, so here we are 😌
Warnings: smut, it's pretty graphic but not as graphic as it could be, blowjob, regular unprotected sex, englsh isn't my native language
Word count: ≈ 2.300
You woke up in the morning, way too early for your day off, first in weeks. The phone vibrated several times right under your pillow and you groaned into the soft material, not wanting to open your eyes, if it even was possible. The third vibration went straight into your head, drilling the walls of your skull like a skillful construction worker.
You barely opened your eyes, lids heavy and almost glued to each other from sleep. Jiyong was long gone, having one more day of filming. The bed felt so empty and cold without him lying on his side, wrapping his hands around you for comfort and warmth. You shrugged, adjusting the puffy blanket, tangling in it until all the parts of your body were covered.
The fourth wave of vibration got to you and you snatched the phone, clicking on the power button to see who's been bugging you in the morning, and seeing the notifications from Gee Eun popping out on the screen felt like a bracing shower. You opened the chat with her in a matter of a second, knowing she probably sent you the pic of Jiyong from the set.
And damn yes she did.
You sat on your bed, butterfly pose, resting your elbows on your knees as you zoomed in on the picture of Jiyong Gee Eun just sent you. To say that the picture drove you insane immediately is to say nothing: that angle, as if you were sitting on your fucking knees in front of him, the skirt, the face - everything was serving one exact goal, - to make you squeal, bite your lip and lust. You felt the pleasant tug in your belly and groaned, opening your chat with Jiyong.
You pouted in frustration, immeadiatly asking Gee Eun if you could come to the set at a break and see Jiyong in this slutty skirt with your own two. 12pm, she said, and you jumped off your bed, starting to prepare yourself, choosing the dress you wanna wear.
You check the time on your watches, standing in front of the filming studio. Exactly 12pm. Tugging on the massive door you walked in, immediately seeing lots of faces, some you knew, some you didn't, but one you were trying to find was missing.
“Y/N?” Dony waved at you with an open grin, waving to you to come closer. You closed the space between you and him, squeezing between people and maneuvering around the rest of the staff until you reached Don. “Are you here to see Jiyong hyung?”
You nodded, receiving a smile from your friend. He coordinated you, showing where he saw Jiyong last time, and you went off to finally find him.
A few minutes after and a dozen people's faces you saw, you found him standing on the beautiful set with a convenient store and cars and night sky, chatting with Deukie and someone you hadn't met before. Jiyong was showing some moves, looking at Deukie sheepishly when the twin said he was doing it wrong with an airy chuckle. That grey suit fitted him perfectly, even more so in person than on the pic Gee Eun sent you.
“Oppa!” You wrapped your hands around Jiyong's waist from behind, making him shout from surprise, Deukie and the mysterious man laughing in unison.
Jiyong turned his head around frantically trying to locate you, and when he finally did, your hands slipping from his movements, he pouted.
“Jagiya!” He dramatized, glaring at his companions who still weren't able to stop themselves from laughing, Deukie literally placing his hand on Jiyong's shoulder to stabilize himself from falling. “Don't do it again, please…”
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry…” Your hands found their way to your face, covering your boorish laughter. Jiyong looked way too cute pouting like a baby, it never failed to make you grin. “I need to talk to you,” you said, not asking if he has time or not. You NEEDED to talk to him. “I'll bring him back in fifteen minutes.”
Deukie only nodded, trying to die down a smile, as you swirled your fingers around Jiyong's wrist, pulling him along with a soft whimper.
“Jagiya, what do you want to tell me?” Jiyong's cluelessness touched you. He must have gotten so tired filming the music video he totally forgot your texts from earlier.
You pushed him into the backroom, gently closing the door behind you, a laughter living on the tip of your tongue, fighting you to escape as you looked at Jiyong who still was waiting for you to answer. “I don't want to talk to you right now, Yeobo.”
You made a quick move on him, covering his lips with yours and immediately feeling his grip on your waist, Jiyong's fingers nailing into your skin, coaxing a gentle whimper to roll off your lips into his.
“So, this is how we talk now?” He gave you a naughty smile, framing the crook of his lips with his tongue. You only mewled, gripping the lapels of his jackets in both hands, tugging it down lightly.
“That suit looks so good on you…” It wasn't even a whisper, you practically aired it out into his mouth as you kissed his lower lip, nibbling on it. You heard him drawing in the air, his chest floating up under your hands shakingly. If he didn't have those colored contacts on you'd see Jiyong’s pupils getting wider as his palm found the round bump of your bum, gripping it and pressing you closer to his body instinctively.
“I really meant in the texts, Ji,” you broke the kiss, your gaze heavily locked on Jiyong's eyes, as you let off his lapels, slowly sliding your hand to the collar of his shirt and to the silk Chanel tie, curling it around your palm as you started to sink lower slowly, never breaking the eye contact. “Nasty things… to you… in that suit…” The way you were playing with the tie, the other hand pressed flat to Jiyong's body as you slid down, hand tracing the buttons line of his shirt until it reached the belt of the skirt, you already standing on your knees in front of him. You saw him chewing on his bottom lip, gulping audibly when your hand reached his belt.
“This skirt is so fucking sexy on you, Ji.” Your voice was raw and gravely, and Jiyong rolled his eyes at the sound of it.
You took the hem of the skirt and lifted it up, crawling under it, which almost made him giggle, if the next sound he heard wasn't of his zipper getting opened and the thud of his pants falling to the floor. You heard it, you could see it in your mind, his messy head bumped into the cold wall as your warm breath reached his sensitive skin and his hips automatically buckled forward, the tip of his dick brushing your lips.
You didn't hesitate a second, Jiyong was on a clock and you didn't have quite much time anyway. The way you just took him in, coaxing the heavy breath from Jiyong, made your head spin. The forbidden moment, you felt like rascals on the street who would be caught by police any second from now. Your mind got fuzzy as you felt Jiyong lightly thrusting into your mouth after you slid his dick up and down a few times, his low grants breaking the deadly silence of the room.
You weren't sure enough what was making him more aroused, the sole fact of you standing on your knees and devouring his dick when you clearly shouldn't have to, or the way he wasn't even able to see you while you were doing it, covered with his skirt. Your every move was a mystery, every little touch a surprise that made Jiyong shiver and whimper, his sensitivity growing stronger from the absolute cluelessness of what you were about to do next.
The way you were curling your tongue around his tip or sliding your tongue flat down and up his shaft, you were making him swirl against the wall that stopped being cold minutes ago, biting his lips to die down the moans.
Your fingertips were tracing his veins up from the tip and down to the base of his shaft, touching it so lightly, you swear you heard him sequeling, your name slipping into the silence of the room off his lips.
Jiyong's phone started buzzing. Without stop, the buzz after buzz after buzz. He tried not to think about it, squeezing his eyes shut on the feeling of the warmth of your wet tongue circling around his sensitive tip and how pleasantly cooling the air felt on the heated and wet tip when you broke the motion, getting his phone off the floor, cause the buzzing was making you anxious.
With a low annoyed growl he looked at the screen and sighed.
“Jagi…” he breathed out, lifting the hem of the skirt, and crumbled just from seeing you looking up at him, lips in inches from his dick. “Ten minutes, I need to go…”
You smiled at him. “Ten minutes will do.”
Jiyong shook his head, cupping your cheek, framing your jaw with his fingertips, sliding down to your chin, and tilted your head back just slightly. “I know it too well, ten minutes of this won't do.”
He smiled only with the corners of his lips, tugging you up, reading the disappointed question in your stare. “But you've made quite a mess of me, but not quite the mess.” Once you were standing up, Jiyong placed his hands on your hips, turning both of you around and now it was you, feeling the wall behind your back. “I can't go out like this, don't you think?” He looked down at his erected, dripping with pre cum dick with a smirk.
Jiyong's voice wasn't just a sound in the air, it was goosebumps on your skin running down from your ear to your belly and lower, knitting the knots inside of you with every word. His grip slipped from your hip down to your knee, grabbing your leg and lifting it up enough for you to jump instinctively and wrap your other leg around his waist. His free hand finding its way to your core, sliding your panties to the side, and he didn't even comment on the wet mess that you were, before he entered you with a rashed thrust, grumbling lowly on the tightness of your walls around him. You gasped from the feeling, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
He was thrusting into you not rough enough to hurt you, but passionately enough to make you want to crawl up the wall. You had to stop yourself from scratching his back several times, trying to find the missing stimulus on the wall. It was hard for you to keep all the things in mind while he was driving you mad: you weren't home, you could not rip Jiyong's clothes or mess his hair or even kiss him too vigorously not to make his lips swallowed, so you let your hands travel all around your own body, squeezing on your breasts or choking yourself slightly, awarding yourself with low whimpers and chuckles from Jiyong when he saw this.
The way he moved his hips was so error-free, his hips landing perfectly between your thighs with every motion, his dick sliding into you exactly at the length that was made for you. It felt as if you were two puzzle pieces made to complete each other physically and that was the reason why the lovemaking was so pleasurable. In a matter of a few minutes Jiyong got you shaking, clenching around him as he filled you up, granting sharply, his lips brushing your ear, his damp hair sticking to your cheek, as your walls were milking him dry.
The silence of the room was ringing in your ears, only mixed with Jiyong's and yours heavy, rapid breathing. He pressed his forehead to yours, resting, covering your face with his hot breath, his gaze hazy and arms barely holding your legs anymore, fingers losing its grip on your thighs, sliding inch by inch on the slippy sweat.
“Jagi…” Jiyong parted his lips, lingering on the next move, but instead of words only airy gasp escaped his mouth. “I'll try to come home early.”
“This was only an appetizer, Ji.” You kissed his lips light, brushing them with yours almost painstakingly unnoticeable.
Jiyong let your legs free, letting you stand firmly on the ground, before running his hand through his damp hair, pouting on the feeling. “Ruined.” He muttered just under his nose. “They'll have to redo my hair…”
“And your makeup, too.” You said as you wiped the smudged lip balm that smeared all around Jiyong's lips. “I'm sorry we went so hot, I couldn't help myself.”
After you tried to hide the evidence of your passionate making out, wiping the sweat off your faces and necks, adjusting your clothes and trying to steady your breathing, you walked out of the room separately, scanning the people who could see the backroom door. Seeing Jiyong walking confidently across the massive set as if he wasn't whimpering and squealing into your skin just moments ago made you grin. You went in the other direction, but once your gaze met his, Jiyong winked at you and slowly smiled, chuckling, already surrounded by Kwon Twins and some staff.
It was almost 12am, Jiyong was still busy on the set, the set buzzing with work and people. They had to shoot Anderson Paak and honestly, you felt a bit betrayed by the fact you couldn't stay there for longer and meet the man, but in the state you have found yourself after meeting with Ji, you could barely allow yourself to meet anyone decent.
You were lying on the floor in the main room, checking out some new manga Jiyong had bought, when the phone buzzed a few times.
So, this is it! My first Jiyong smut, it felt a bit awkward to write ngl, i haven't written a real people smut in almost a decade huh *nervous laughter*, but anyway it's for you to decide wether it's good or not lmao So hope you liked it
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