𝕷𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 ·🐉

Setting your cup down on the counter, you walked over to meet him. "You're home early! I thought you said it was going to be an all-night thing."

Ji-yong sighed, slipping his feet out of his shoes and shuffling over to you in his socks. "Seunghyun wanted to call it a night," he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. "He was getting a headache."

Before he could say another word, he leaned down and let his head drop heavily onto your shoulder, letting out a long, weary groan. "I'm so tired."

You wrapped your arms around him, gently rubbing his back through his shirt. "Ohhh, oppa... you feel so tense," you murmured.

He let out another low groan, melting further into your embrace.

"How about some tea?" you suggested softly, tilting your head against his. "I bet your throat hurts''

Jiyong lifted his head, looking down at you with grateful eyes. A tiny smile finally tugged at the corners of his lips. "That sounds amazing, jagiya."

You smiled back, leaning up to press a soft comforting kiss to his cheek before walking back into the kitchen. He trailed closely behind your heels like a shadow. As soon as he pulled out a chair at the kitchen island, Lye immediately climbing onto his lap to settle down. Jiyong’s fingers unconsciously tangled into the cat's fur, his eyes tracking your movements.

While the tea finished brewing, you leaned your elbows on the clean kitchen counter and rested your chin in your hand as your free hand reached out across the space between you and your fingers gently moved a few stray messy strands of black hair away from his tired eyes.

"Yah, you're so tired, oppa," you murmured softly.

Jiyong didn't answer with words. He simply closed his eyes and leaned into your hand, his cheek pressing against your palm as you gently rubbed his face. The sharp demanding artist who had spent the last phew hours in the recording studio vanished completely. Here, under the soft kitchen light, he was just a man looking for a safe place to land.

"Are you hungry?" you whispered, your thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone.

With his eyes still closed, he slowly shook his head no. The cat on his lap let out a soft purr, mimicking the quiet rhythm of the room.

You hummed in response, understanding without him needing to explain. Just as you withdrew your hand, the teapot let out a sharp whistle. You moved away to turn off the stove, carefully pouring the steaming water into a fresh mug for him.

Picking up his cup of tea along with your own, you walked out of the kitchen and over to the living room couch. Jiyong followed you automatically, his feet shuffling against the floor, drawn to your presence like a planet caught in its orbit.

The gentle crackle of the fireplace provided a warm background to the quiet apartment. You both sat cross-legged on the couch, facing each other with your mugs cradled between your hands to catch the warmth of the tea. The soft, amber glow of the flames danced across Jiyong’s face, softening the sharp edges of his features.

Taking a slow sip of your tea, you looked at him over the rim of your cup. "How was your day?" you asked softly.

Jiyong let out a long breath, his shoulders dropping another fraction of an inch. "Exhausting," he admitted, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Everyone kept looking to me for answers. The mix wasn't coming together, no one knew what the fuck they were doing when it came to my MAMA performance. It felt like the whole thing would just fall apart."

He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your knee as if anchoring himself to the reality of being home. "I just... I spent the entire day carrying everything. My head hurts from making decisions."

Setting your mug down on the coffee table, you patted your lap and said softly, "Come lay down."

Jiyong looked at your lap, then took one more long drink of his tea before setting his cup down on the side table. He shifted his weight, turning his body and laying his head gently right into your lap. He let his legs stretch out across the length of the couch, curling up as much as his long frame would allow.

You immediately began running your fingers through his messy black hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingertips. After a moment, you slipped your hand beneath the hem of his loose shirt traceing soothing, slow circles on his back. He let out a deep sigh of content as his eyes closed completely. "This is exactly what I needed," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your thigh.

"I wish you weren't this stressed all the time, Ji," you said softly, "It makes me sad to see you like this."

He just hummed in response.

You shifted your hand up, your thumb and fingers finding the tight knots at the base of his neck. You started massaging his shoulders, applying a firm, steady pressure that made him sink even deeper into the cushions. "I wish you didn't have to carry all this weight on your shoulders," you murmured gently. "It's not fair."

Jiyong shifted slightly, mumbling into the fabric of your pants. "I have to. I'm the leader, Y/n" He paused before he let out a long sigh. "I do wish I could just..."

He trailed off, his eyes opening just a crack to look up at you through his eyelashes in the dim firelight.

"...just let go," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "It would be nice to not be the one in control for once."

You let out a soft, amused laugh to yourself, the sound quiet against the crackle of the fire. "That would be a fun little dynamic,"

Ji-yong’s eyes fluttered open at that. He raised a single black eyebrow, looking up at you from your lap with a curious expression. "What do you mean?"

"Well," you said, your fingers continuing to weave through his hair, "I just can't imagine you not being their leader. Or the man who can walk into a room... and the entire room doesn't sit down until you do. People look up to you so much, Ji."

Ji-yong let out a wry huff, a tired smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, rolling his eyes playfully at the reminder of his daytime persona.

You laughed again, the warmth of it filling the space between you. "But I know you," you whispered. You leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss right against his warm cheek. "Inside, you're a total softy."

He leaned up into the kiss, his eyes closing again as a look of pure contentment settled over his face. "Mmm, I am," he agreed softly. He reached up, blindly finding your hand and squeezing your fingers tightly. "I would trade everything just to lay here with you."

"Aren't you my sweet oppa?" you murmured softly, looking down at his relaxed face.

Ji-yong hummed again, a deep, contented sound vibrating against your thigh.

As you continued to rub his bare back beneath his shirt, an idea suddenly sparked in your mind. The thought made your heart beat just a fraction faster. You leaned down closer to his ear, your voice dropping to a soft, enticing whisper. "What if you did let go, Ji? Like... completely?"

Ji-yong’s eyes fluttered open at that, "What do you mean?"

Before you could answer with words, he shifted, sitting up on the couch so he was facing you properly. Taking advantage of the movement, you slid forward and straddled his lap, your knees framing his hips. Jiyong’s hands instinctively came up to rest on your waist.

Leaning in, you spoke softly, "Why don't you let me take care of you, oppa?"

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing softly against his skin as you began kissing his neck. Jiyong let out a low, shaky sigh, his head tilting back automatically to give you better access. His grip on your waist tightened, his long fingers anchoring into your hips as if he were trying to pull you even closer to him. The contrast between his usual fierce, commanding presence and the complete vulnerability he showed in your arms was dizzying.

You pressed slow, lingering kisses along his jawline, tracing down to the sensitive skin of his throat. Every time your lips moved against him, you could feel the tight tension draining out of him.

"Y/n.." he whispered, his voice incredibly rough and desperate. He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths under your hands.

You slid your hand beneath the hem of his shirt, your warm palm pressing flat against his chest. As you rubbed slow, soothing circles over his skin, you could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat right against your fingertips.

Jiyong let out a sharp, ragged breath, his entire body shuddering at the direct contact. His fingers flexed against your waist, anchoring himself to you as you continued to dominate his senses. Under your touch, he was breathless, completely pliant, and entirely yours.

"Just like that, oppa," you whispered against his pulse point. "Don't think about anything else. Just focus on me."

"Mmm..." he groaned helplessly. He was completely drunk on the relief of your touch.

You broke the kiss on his neck, moving your lips back up to whisper directly against his ear. "Hands behind your back.'' you commanded,

Jiyong’s eyes flew open, he blinked up at you, his breath hitching as the direct dominant shift in your voice cut through the last of his exhaustion. He didn't hesitate. The absolute authority he carried out in the world evaporated in an instant. Slowly, he pulled his hands away from your waist and tucked them behind his back.

"Good boy," you murmured, leaning back just enough to look down at him.

He sat there as you straddled him, his chest heaving under your palm as you continued to rub his bare skin beneath his shirt. Without his hands he was completely forced to rely on his core and your body to keep steady, looking up at you through his long eyelashes with total, breathless submission.

"Can I touch you, jagiya?" he whispered, his voice trembling as he begged for permission.

"Not until I tell you to," you said softly, your thumb tracing his jawline, asserting your rules in the quiet room. "Tonight, you don't do anything unless I say so. Understood?"

Ji-yong swallowed hard, a dark flush spreading across his cheeks as he nodded eagerly. "Yes'' he breathed.

You leaned down slowly, stopping when your lips were just a breath away from his. You could feel the heat radiating from his face, his breath coming in shallow, ragged puffs against your mouth. But instead of kissing him, you tilted your head and trailed your lips down his jawline, completely bypassing his lips.

Jiyong let out a frustrated whine, his shoulders tensing he tried to lean up to meet his lips with yours.

"Ah, ah," you murmured against his skin, your hand moving from his chest to firmly grip his chin, holding him still. "Did I say you could move?"

"No," he whispered hoarsely, his knuckles were locked tightly behind his back.

"Good. Stay still for me," you commanded softly.

You leaned back slightly, your gaze dropping down from his flushed face to the waistband of his sweatpants. Jiyong’s stomach muscles flexed as he watched you.

Slowly, you reached down and wrapped the drawstrings around your fingers, giving them a gentle, authoritative tug. You kept your eyes locked onto his, watching the pupils dilate in the dim firelight as you slowly began to work at the knot, your fingertips brushing against the warm skin of his lower stomach.

"Y/n..." he gasped out, his fingers twitching against each other as he desperately fought the urge to break your rule. "Please, I can't—"

"Shh," you interrupted softly, you paused your fingers on the loosened knot, tapping his chin gently. "Did I give you permission to speak''

He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as he forces himself back into absolute silence.

Satisfied with the immediate submission, you reach for a discarded scarf resting nearby. You do not use it as a punitive measure, but rather as a clinical, physical boundary. Uncoiling the soft material, you loop it around his wrists, securing them with a firm knot. The cotton provides a tangible, unyielding reminder of the current power dynamic.

"Much better," you observe softly, your tone evaluating his restraint. "Now, let us see how well you maintain your silence."

Your focus shifts downward from his expression back to the loosened drawstrings of his sweatpants. You do not rush the process, allowing the anticipation to break down his remaining defenses.

Your hands descend to the waistband, your knuckles lightly grazing the hyper-sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. Jiyong’s core muscles contract sharply in an involuntary visceral reaction to the tactile contact. You grip the fabric on either side of his hips. With a smooth, downward motion, you strip the sweatpants from his form, forcing the material past his thighs until it pools uselessly around his ankles.

The sudden exposure to the cool air of the room creates an immediate sensory shock, contrasting sharply with the residual warmth radiating from his body. Deprived of his clothing, his vulnerability is now absolute. He sits completely exposed, physically anchored to the spot by the scarf binding his wrists. His hardened cock springs upwards,already slightly wet.

You stand and Jiyong’s gaze follows you, his brown eyes desperately pleading you.

"Please, Y/n," Jiyong breaks the silence, ''Touch me. Please... just touch me."

Your clinical assessing gaze dropped to his hands, then traveled slowly up his torso, deliberately withholding the very contact he is starving for. Not saying a word

"Fuck, you have no clue how bad I want you'' he groans out, his head tilting back slightly as his knuckles strain against the scarf behind his back. He is completely unraveled, every muscle in his body is taut.

Leaning forward with deliberate slowness until your breath brushes against the shell of his ear you whisper, "I'll touch you when I want to touch you. Remember, you're not calling the shots tonight, Oppa."

The title hangs in the quiet air as you stand & take step back just out of his physical reach, ensuring his captive gaze is locked entirely onto you.

You hooked your fingers around your bra straps, twisting the fabric slowly around your fingers while keeping your eyes locked onto his. You didn't rush. You wanted him to see every single movement. Jiyong swallowed hard, his eyes dropping down to your hands before snapping back up to meet your gaze. He was breathing through his nose now, his jaw so tight.

With an agonizingly slow movement, you let the straps slide off your shoulders, letting the material drop down just a fraction. You paused right there, giving him a long, teasing look as if deciding whether or not you even wanted to take off the rest. He shifted his weight just an inch, the fabric of his sweatpants tangled around his ankles reminding him he couldn't actually go anywhere.

Then, you reached behind your back, unhooking the bra and letting it slide down your arms until it dropped onto the floor, your eyes never leaving his face for a single second.

Next, your hands moved slowly down to the button of your jeans, unzipping them with a clicking sound that seemed loud in the quiet room. You stepped out of them one leg at a time, kicking the denim aside until you were standing in front of him completely stripped down.

Jiyong’s eyes tracked every single movement, his eyes tracing every curve of your body as he took in the sight of you. ''F-fuck'' He whispered.

You leaned in close, your bare arms brushing lightly against his shoulders as you hovered over him. "You want to touch yourself?" you whispered right against his ear.

Jiyong didn't even hesitate. He nodded desperately, waiting for whatever was coming next.

Instead of teasing him further, you reached right behind his back. Your fingers worked quickly at the knot, loosening the soft material. The moment the restraint gave way, his hands fell free, the sudden release of tension leaving his arms slightly shaky. He moved immediately to his dick, rubbing it vigorously as he stared at your plump breasts.

Your own legs were practically trembling at this point, if you gave him the go ahead to touch you, to fuck you, your body was already ready for him.

Jiyon's head leaned back against the couch, keeping one eye open on your body, ''Mmm, fuck you're so- so beautiful''

You weren't going to let him cum yet, you wanted him just at the edge of his orgasm before commanding him to stop. So, to intense his pleasure you gently take his free hand and guide it to your breast.

His head perked up right away, gripping his ringed finger into your skin as she pumped his cock faster now. ''Dammit I-m close''

With your knee you widen his legs and stand in between them, watching him tremble under you as he got closer and closer. Then, you have your next command, ''Stop'''

Jiyong bites his lip, not registering your voice anymore.

You repeat yourself but this time gripping his arm away from his member. A pathetic whimper pasts his lips as he didn't get to reach his climax.

Jiyongs eyes were hazed with passion. ''What the fuck, I was close''

Without saying anything, you straddle him, letting his tip tease your entrance. Slowly you plant yourself fully onto his lap, his dick still not inside you. You began rubbing your folds against him, completely controlling the pace.

''Mmm'' Jiyong moans, leaning his head back against the couch again.

Your eyes remained shut, savoring the pleasure. ''Be quiet'' you tell him quickly, trying to focus.

Jiyong's hand come's up trembling, desperate to touch you. As soon as you felt the warmness of his skin you quickly slapped his hand away. The rule still stands, he touches you when you say so. Your pace quickens as you now are the one chasing your orgasm, nothing was stopping you and you were going to finish.

Before you even reached your climax, you felt the familiar warmness begin to drip down your thighs. You open your eyes from the sudden feeling, looking down you see Jiyong gripping the couch as he bucked his hips against you, finishing on your leg.

''Fuck!'' He groans.

The sight alone sent you over the edge. Your hips moved rhythmically as you rode out your orgasm. ''Oppa!''

The last vibration of your orgasm slowly ripples through your body, leaving your muscles entirely spent as you collapse forward against Jiyong’s chest. Your chest heaves, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps against the warm skin of his neck. The absolute silence of the room is broken only by the sound of both of your racing hearts trying to find a normal rhythm again. Jiyong’s arms, finally freed from the restriction of your rule, immediately wrap around your waist. His grip is tight, desperate, pulling you flush against him as if to anchor himself back to reality. His forehead rests against your shoulder, his breath hot and uneven.

"Damn it," he mutters, "You really know how to break me."

You laugh, kissing him gently.

For a few tender seconds, neither of you move.. You stay straddled on his lap, completely heavy and intoxicated by the afterglow. But as the frantic heat between you begins to cool , the physical reality of the mess sets in. Jiyong’s cum is a slick dripping slowly down your inner thigh.

You shift slightly, your knees sliding on the leather of the couch as you try to lift yourself up. The movement makes the warm fluid streak further down your leg.

"I need to... I need to clean this off," you whisper, your voice thick and raspy from the screaming climax.

Jiyong groans softly at the loss of your weight, his hands lingering on your hips for a split second before letting you slide off him. Your legs feel entirely like jelly when your feet hit the floor, a soft shiver running through you the moment the cold air hits your bare skin.

You walk unsteadily toward the attached bathroom, your eyes downcast at the prominent white streaks running down your thigh. Reaching the sink, you turn on the faucet, letting the water run until it turns a soothing, steaming warm. You grab a soft washcloth, soaking it completely before pressing the warm damp fabric against your skin. A quiet sigh of relief escapes your lips as you begin to wipe away the traces of his cum.

Before you can even finish, the bathroom door pushes open. Jiyong stands in the doorway, completely unbothered by his own nudity, looking slightly disheveled with his sweaty hair falling into his eyes. He looks at you, his eyes softening. Without saying a word, he steps inside and takes the washcloth gently from your hand. He rinses it under the running water, wrings it out, and then kneels down on the tiled floor right in front of you.

"Let me," he murmurs, his voice incredibly low and sweet.

His slender, ringed fingers steady the back of your knee while his other hand uses the warm cloth to gently, meticulously clean the rest of your leg. He works with tender care, wiping away every last bit of the mess until your skin is clean and warm. When he finishes, he doesn't immediately stand up. Instead, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the exact spot on your thigh where he had just finished, his warm breath sending a completely different kind of shiver straight up your spine.

He looks up at you from the floor, a genuine, fond smile tugging at his lips. "Better?"

"Much," you say, looking down at him with a soft, teasing smile. "I also like my view. It's nice to see you kneeling."

Jiyong’s hand pauses against your leg. He looks up at you through the dark fringe of his hair, a slow smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Oh, yeah?" he asks, his voice a low challenge.

Before you can even reply, his large, slender hands grip your hips. He stands up smoothly, his lean frame towering over you for a split second before he effortlessly lifts you off your feet. You gasp, your hands flying out to catch his shoulders as he hoists you up and sits you down backward onto the edge of the marble sink counter. The sudden chill of the stone against your bare skin makes you shiver, a breathless giggle escaping your lips as you look down at him.

"Mmmm, I know you're not done with me yet. Tell me what you want me to do to you.'' Jiyong whispers, stepping directly into your space.

You bit your lip almost making it bleed, you intended your voice to come out loud and commanding like before but He doesn't give you a chance to answer.

He sinks right back down, dropping to his knees on the floor between your thighs. His hands slide up your legs, parting your knees wide so he can fit perfectly between them. He looks up at you once more, his hands resting heavily on your inner thighs, anchoring you to the edge of the counter.

"I'll obey every word.'' he whispers again, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin.

'' Kiss me," you say softly, your voice carrying a quiet authority as you lift your hand and point directly to the sensitive, flushed skin of your inner thigh. "Right here."

Jiyong’s eyes follow the movement of your finger, his gaze darkening with immediate focus. A slow, breathy chuckle escapes his lips.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispers against your skin.

He leans forward, his hands sliding slightly higher on your hips as he tilts his head, his damp hair brushing softly against your leg. Jiyong brings his lips to the exact spot you pointed to. The first touch is incredibly gentle—a soft, lingering press of his warm lips that makes your toes curl. He doesn't just stop at one. True to his promise of complete obedience, Jiyong treats the command with meticulous care.

He presses another slow, open-mouthed kiss higher up the curve of your thigh, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. He uses his tongue to trace a damp line across your skin, making you gasp and tighten your grip on his shoulders. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, his brown eyes gleaming with a mixture of submission and pure delight.

Jiyong listens to the hitch in your breathing, using your quiet gasps as a map to find exactly where you are most sensitive. The soft, open-mouthed kisses turn more deliberate, shifting from gentle reverence to a deeper, hungrier pressure that sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core.

He catches the soft skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, sinking them in just deep enough to leave a stinging, sharp nip. The sudden flare of friction and pressure cuts through the heavy haze of pleasure, making your hips jerk off the cool marble counter as a sharp gasp leaves your lips.

Before you can even pull away, Jiyong immediately soothes the sting, his tongue sweeping over the bite mark in a wet stroke that turns the mark into a thrumming ache. He looks up at you from your knees, his jaw tight.

"Did you like that?" he murmurs against your wet skin, his voice a gravelly, low vibration that sends a tremor straight up your spine.

Your hand grip into his dark hair, guiding him closer to your wet pussy, ''Eat me'' you gasped.

The sudden, direct command hangs heavy in the humid air of the bathroom, shattering whatever restraint he had left. A low, ragged growl escapes the back of his throat, the sound vibrating directly against your inner thigh.

He doesn't ask twice. His hands slide up from your waist, his long fingers locking tightly to hold you firmly in place against the edge of the counter. He looks up at you one last time, his eyes fierce before he leans forward and buries his face between your legs.

The first touch of his tongue is a searing, wet streak that makes your spine arch completely. Your breath catches entirely in your throat, your knuckles turning white as you grip his hair even tighter, anchoring yourself to him as the room begins to spin. Jiyong is relentless, moving his tongue with a practiced desperate hunger. He uses his mouth to trace every single inch of your pussy, his hot breath pooling against your wet skin with every ragged gasp he takes.

''Fuck, don't you stop Kwon Jiyong!'' You moaned out.

The contrast between his complete submission to your command and the absolute dominant intensity of his mouth is dizzying. You can only cry out, your hips trembling uncontrollably against his shoulders as he drives you rapidly toward the edge.

His mouth moved gracefully and it wasn't long before he used his hands making you scream in pleasure. One digit entered first, making you jolt before pumping in and out of you.

The sheer intensity of his touch sends a wave of blinding pleasure straight to your core, making your breath hitch completely as a ragged cry escapes your lips into the quiet room. It is a dizzying, overwhelming sensation that leaves your mind entirely blank.

Jiyong is completely relentless, refusing to give you even a second to catch your breath. He stays firmly on his knees, his hands locked onto your hips like a vice, anchoring you as he maintains his agonizingly perfect rhythm from both his tongue and his fingers.

"Jiyong, wait—" you gasp out, your head slamming back against the mirror as you feel you reaching your climax, the pleasure a little too intense.

"No," he growls against your wet folds. He tilts his head up for a split second,"You wanted to be in control. You told me not to stop''

He plunges right back in, his mouth and hands working in absolute, devastating tandem. The sheer speed and precision of his movements shatter whatever remains of your thoughts, making your mind go entirely white. You groan loudly, your fingers clawing desperately at his shoulders, your hips bucking completely out of your own control as he drives you right back over the edge for a second, shattering climax.

Your chest heaves violently, every breath coming in short gasps that echo loudly against the humid bathroom. Your head rests heavily against the mirror behind you, your eyes half-closed and unfocused as you try to ground yourself. The sheer intensity of the back-to-back climaxes has left your body completely spent, your limbs trembling so hard that you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

Jiyong slowly pulls back, his breathing just as ragged and uneven as yours. He stays on his knees between your thighs for a long moment, resting his forehead against your damp knee while his chest expands and contracts against your skin. He slowly lifts his head, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. With a slow movement, he brings the back of his hand up to his face. He drags his knuckles firmly across his lips, wiping away the glistening trace of your wetness left behind on his mouth, not breaking eye contact once.

"You're completely exhausted, aren't you?" he smiles.

You slowly raise your head, blinking through the heavy haze of exhaustion to look down at him. Jiyong watches you for a beat longer from the floor before he finally stands up. His tall, lean frame towers over you once more, casting a familiar, comforting shadow in the dim bathroom light.

Jiyong steps directly into the space between your thighs, leaning forward until his chest presses against yours. His long, slender fingers gently cup the sides of your face as his thumbs rub your flushed cheeks to steady you.

When his lips meet yours, the kiss is heavy with a quiet affection. The moment your lips meet, the distinct sweetness of your own wetness that still lingers on your lips hits your tongue. Tasting yourself on his lips is a dizzying, intimate sensation that sends a final, low thrum of electricity straight down. It is the ultimate marker of how completely he surrendered to your commands, a tangible reminder of the absolute control you just held over him.

Jiyong groans softly into the kiss, his mouth moving gracefully against yours as he drinks in your breathless reaction. He pulls back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours.

"Look at you, you're shaking," he says as he brushes a stray lock of damp hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your jaw. "Why don't we take a nice hot shower together? Just to warm you up and get you clean."

You nod weakly, completely exhausted but comforted by the suggestion. Jiyong gives a small, fond smile and steps over to the glass enclosure, turning the handle until a steady stream of steaming water fills the stall, quickly creating a thick, cozy wall of mist. He walks back to the counter, bending down to slide one arm under your knees and the other behind your back. He lifts you effortlessly, and you let out a quiet giggle, looping your arms around his neck as he carries you the few steps into the shower stall.

The moment the hot water cascades over your shoulders, your muscles instantly melt. Jiyong stands behind you to block the heaviest rush of the water so it doesn't hit your face. He grabs the bottle of body wash, working up a rich, fragrant lather between his large palms.

With slow tender care, he begins to wash your skin. He starts at your shoulders, his hands massaging away the last remnants of tension before moving down to gently clean your arms, your waist, and finally your thighs. There is no lust left in his touch now—only a deep, protective aftercare.

The steam continues to rise thickly around you, wrapping the two of you in a private, warm cocoon. Jiyong reaches for the bottle of shampoo next, pouring a small dollop into his palm before rubbing his hands together. He steps closer, his soft eyes smiling at you "Lean your head back for me''

You comply, tilting your head back against his chest as his long fingers slide into your wet hair. The moment his fingertips begin to massage your scalp in slow deep circles, a soft groan escapes your lips, and your eyes flutter shut. Jiyong lets out an amused huff against your ear, his thumbs smoothing along your hairline. "Like that, huh? I think I'm getting pretty good at this."

"You're a professional," you whisper "Don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replies softly. He works the shampoo through your strands

Jiyong was gentle, like always, making sure not to get any suds near your eyes. He leans down, pressing a warm wet kiss to the crown of your head, the scent of the strawberry soap swirling around you both. "You completely wore yourself out tonight. You were so bossy''

A faint blush creeps up your neck, "You said you'd obey every word."

Jiyong smirks, "I did. And I meant it. I'd do it all over again if you told me to." He shifts his hands, cup-ping water from the stream to gently rinse the foam from your hair, watching carefully as the water cascades down your face. "But right now, my only job is taking care of you.

You let out a soft sigh as you turn around in his arms to face him under the warm stream of water. He leans his head back slightly against the wet tile, a small smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you through the mist.

"You know," he begins "I really like it when you're dominant like that. Seeing you take control... knowing exactly what you want from me. It's incredibly sexy."

You smile, a playful glint in your eyes as you reach for the shampoo bottle on the ledge. "Oh, really? The great G-Dragon likes being told what to do?"

"Only by you," he whispers, leaning down to press a sweet, wet kiss to the tip of your nose. "With you, I can just let go. I don't have to be the leader. I can just belong to you."

You pour a small amount of the fragrant shampoo into your palms, rubbing them together before lifting your hands to slide your fingers into his damp, dark hair. Jiyong closes his eyes instantly, a deep, relaxed groan escaping his chest as your fingertips begin to massage his scalp. He steps a little closer, his hands coming up to rest gently on your waist just to keep you steady under the steady cascade of the shower.

As you work the lather through his hair, your eyes drift down to his bare shoulders and chest. The water slicks down his lean, muscular frame, making the dark ink of his tattoos stand out vividly against his wet skin. With one hand still massaging his head, you use your other hand to gently trace the intricate lines of the artwork on his shoulder—the familiar designs you’ve always found completely intoxicating.

Jiyong opens his eyes once he feels your fingers tracing his skin. He catches your hand, pressing a warm kiss to your palm before placing it right back over his heart. "Keep going," he murmurs softly, "I'm all yours."

He tilts his head back, exposing the long line of his neck to give you better access. "Mm, just like that. I'm completely at your mercy."

"Good. Stay still then," you say playfully, sliding your soapy hands down his arms

"I like it when you take care of me," he whispers sweetly, his lips brushing yours with a soft, lingering innocence. "Makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world."

As the final remnants of soap slipped off his skin and circled the drain,

Jiyong turns off the heavy brass handles, and the roaring sound of the water suddenly dies down, leaving only the quiet patter of stray droplets and the soft sound of your shared breathing. He steps out of the glass enclosure first, grabbing two oversized, plush white towels from the heated rack.

Instead of wrapping himself up, he turns back to you with a wide, boyish grin. "Step up, boss," he teases softly, holding the large towel open like a cocoon.

You step out of the shower, and he immediately wraps the warm fabric securely around your shoulders, pulling you into a brief, tightly bundled hug. He takes the corners of the towel and begins to dry you off with an incredibly gentle care, dabbing at your arms and back as if you were made of glass. When he gets to your hair, he bunches the towel up and playfully ruffles it over your head, making you gasp and swat at his hands as your hair turns into a wild, static mess.

''Yah! Oppa, my hair!'' you laugh

Jiyong laughs with you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "You look cute like that Jagiya. Like a little cloud."

You take the second towel from his hands, determined to get him back. "Your turn. Hold still."

Jiyong completely cooperates, dropping his hands to his sides and standing perfectly still with that soft, compliant smile on his face. You wrap the towel around his lean shoulders and begin to dry off his chest, your fingers lightly tracing the damp ink of his tattoos one last time. When you reach his hair, you purposely ruffle it even harder than he did to yours, leaving his dark locks sticking up in every single direction. He looks completely disheveled and ridiculous, a far cry from the immaculate G-Dragon, but he just stands there looking down at you with pure adoration.

"Perfect," you declare, patting his cheek.

"If you say so," he chuckles, then you both walk into your bedroom.

The bed is a welcoming oasis of messy sheets and heavy blankets. Jiyong pulls the covers back, waiting for you to climb in first before he slides in right beside you. The moment his long frame hits the mattress, he opens his arms wide in a silent invitation. You don't hesitate, sliding directly into his space and resting your head flat against his bare chest.

He pulls the heavy duvet all the way up to your shoulders, burying both of you in a warm, dark cave. His long legs entwine with yours under the sheets, his body acting as a solid, radiating furnace against the chill of the room. He rests his chin lightly on the top of your wildly ruffled hair, his large hand coming up to gently smooth over your back in hypnotic strokes.

"Goodnight, boss lady" Jiyong whispers into the dark

You smile into the warmth of his skin, your eyelids growing impossibly heavy. "Goodnight, Jiyong."