This goes out to the Anon who wanted a G-Dragon smut! This isn’t one of my best smuts and I’m sorry for that…I need to get back into the smut writing. I know that I disappeared, but i moved back for uni and i was running all the frosh week events, but now everything has settled down and i can write again! (And my birthday is tomorrow…September 9th…just telling you guys…) I hope you like it! :D
Warning: Sexual Content
Jiyong’s hand slightly raised. His soft flesh pressed itself against his lips as he stared at the love of his life walk down the runway. You looked stunning in your dress and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Even as you turned around and gave your signature wink he had to bite down on his lower lip. You were teasing him without even realizing it and Jiyong couldn’t wait until after the show.
“What’s wrong?” Your boyfriend was acting weird ever since you got into his car to drive home. He barely said two words and now he just sat in complete silence. “Did something happen?” He continued to sit in the drivers seat in silence, so you decided not to push him. He would tell you in his own time.
When the two of your arrived home you followed him to the front door of your apartment. He opened up the door and allowed you to walk in. You turned around when you heard the sound of the door close, but Jiyong’s lips came crashing down on yours. You took a few steps back and leaned up against the wall as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist and pulled you closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss.
You felt his nimble fingers wander the sides of your body. One of his hands reached under your dress and up your thigh. His lips detached themselves form yours as he began to kiss up and down the side of your neck. You felt him suck and nibble on certain spots and that made the slightest moan escape your lips.
The feeling of his index finger entered you made you move your hips slightly. He continued to leave pepper kisses up and down your neck as his finger began to slowly go faster and faster. You moaned a little louder now as your hips began to move in sync with his finger.
When the feeling of a second finger entered you you bit down on your lower lip and moved your hips more. Your boyfriends other hand began to remove the straps of your dress, so he could kiss your collarbone and the top of your breasts. One of your hands moved down to his crotch and you began to rub the bulge that was prominent through his jeans.
You felt him move your bra slightly, so his mouth made contact with your nub. He began to suck and lick your skin and you continued to moan out of pleasure. Your hands began to undo the buttons on his shirt, so you could feel his soft skin against yours.
As he pulled his mouth away form your breasts and his fingers out of you he smiled as you and placed a kiss on your lips.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He mumbled. Without warning he led you to the couch that sat in your family room and lied you down. With the look of hunger in his eyes he began to undo his pants and took off his shirt. You fumbled with your dress, but once you lifted it above your head and threw it off to the side he took his position above you. As he grabbed a condom from one of the drawers in the coffee table he slipped it on his member before entering you.
Moans escaped your lips as he began to pound himself inside of you. Your hands reached up and wrapped themselves around his torso. His lips were pressed against yours and one of his hands were messaging your breasts as he continued to push himself deeper and deeper inside of you.
As he whispered dirty words into you ear you began to feel the familiar not in the pit of your stomach. Once he moved his hand from your breasts and towards your clit you knew that it wouldn’t be long until you climaxed. As he began to rub your clit you felt your walls clench and release your familiar climax. As you rode out your high you heard Jiyong groan as he had reached his before he collapsed on top of you. The two of you lied there in silence for a few minutes as you both began to catch your breaths.
“Where did that come from?” You questioned.
“I blame the dress.” He mumbled against your skin.