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“Hi Jagiya.” He paused, listening. “Busy?” 

“Never for you.” 

“Sound check soon?” You nodded, cleared your throat and blushed a little. 

“An hour. We’re making me look naturally pretty right now.” You teased.

“You are naturally pretty.” 

“Not as pretty as you.” 

You hung up a few minutes later, Jiyong promising to tell you all about the photo shoot he’d just gotten back from once you were home. It has been happening slowly, events here and there, magazine shoots every blue moon. You could feel a shift in the air, restlessness that hadn’t been there before when you’d come home. 

He was working on something, you just didn’t know what. You knew when the time was right he’d share it with you. He always did. You just hoped it wasn’t like last time, if he was working on music. 

The hours seemed to pass incredibly slow and after what felt like years your last show was over and you were finally back in Korea. It was late, or early depending on how you viewed the world, when you finally arrived home. The apartment was dark, a small light in the kitchen the only sign of life. The cats didn’t greet you, Jiyong’s soft snores could be heard down the hall and your heart ached to be in that bed with him. 

You slid out of your shoes, your bags abandoned by the door and made your way further into the apartment. You slid your phone on the charger in your room, a soft smile on your face as you watched Jiyong sleep. He had been working on healing himself since he got home from the military. Gone were the sharp lines on his face, the bags under his eyes, the sadness that was there. In their place was a man who ate healthy, got plenty of sleep and hydration. He looked so young when he slept, so peaceful. 

You turned from him, making your way to the bathroom and stripped out of the comfy sweat set you’d worn in the plane. You turned on the shower water, waited for the water to warm and carefully stepped inside. Your head leaned against the tiled walls, the water running over your body. You hadn’t heard Jiyong enter the room. 

His arms wrapped around you, causing you to jump. He smirked, his lips connecting with your shoulder, up to your neck. The bathroom light turning on must’ve woken him. 

“Hi Jagi.” He whispered against your ear. You turned in his arms, your bodies flush together as you snaked your arms around his neck. 

“Hi, Oppa.” 

The front of his black hair was matted to his face from the shower water and sticking straight up in the back from sleep in the places the water hadn’t gotten to yet.  His eyes were thick with sleep and filled with lust and love. His facial hair was growing back out from the morning's shave. Your heart skipped a beat as you peered into his eyes. He was beautiful, unfairly so. You wondered if you’d always feel this way looking at him, you imagined you would. 

“What are you thinking?” His eyes bore into yours as if he could read your mind. Or maybe he was just trying really hard to unlock that ability. 

“I missed you.” He smiled, a real gummy smile and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. 

“I missed you more.” You shook your head. 

“Impossible, Oppa. Let me show you just how much.” 

You dropped to your knees, eye level with his harden cock and licked your lips. Your had wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a couple quick pumps your eyes drifting up to Jiyong. He was watching you, always watching you. You kept eye contact as you wrapped your lips around him, taking him inch by inch. Your tongue licking the base as you went. 

His eyes were heavy with lust as he watched you. You pulled back, releasing him from your mouth with a loud pop before repeating the motion. Allowing your mouth and jaw to adjust to his size before finally taking him in fully. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you moaned. You’d been thinking about this for days. 

Jiyong’s hand moved to tangle in your hair, holding you in place. Your eyes never leaving his. Once you’d had enough you tapped the back of his leg and he loosened his grip on you. 

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well.” He praised as you began bobbing your head slowly. 

You took your time with him. Despite the exhaustion you needed him to know how much you’d missed him. How much you’d wanted him while you were away. 

Both of his hands were now cradling your head as his hips began to move.  His movements quick and rough as he fucked your mouth. You wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to touch yourself. You were so turned on by the way he was looking at you. You didn’t want to deny yourself that face. 

You clenched your legs together, the friction helping a little. Jiyong noticed because he always did. His hands soft on your head as he encouraged you to continue. Your hand moving in time with your mouth as you met ever thrust. His fingers tightens in your hair a few minutes later as his movements slowed and he released in your mouth. 

“Fuck, Jagiya.” His body relaxed against the shower wall. 

You swallowed every last drop of his release before releasing his cock from your mouth. You stood up slowly and pulled you in for a kiss. His arms wrapped around you as he lifted you up. In one swift movement, the shower had been turned off and he was carrying you from the bathroom to the bedroom. 

“My turn.” He smirked at you as he laid you on the bed. 

His lips trailed down your body, leaving soft feather like kisses all over your skin. He took his time as he worshiped every inch of you. You were like a goddess to him, the most gorgeous sight he’d ever laid eyes on. His hand wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs apart as he continued to kiss down your body. 

“So wet for me.” He groaned, his lips connecting with your slick folds. 

You moaned in response, your back arching. He didn’t hesitate as his tongue slid past your folds, licking a strip from your entrance to your clit. His tongue teasing as he licked and sucked. 

“Taste so good.” He mumbled, a finger following behind his tongue. 

He was restless in his movements, his tongue moving quickly as his finger darted in and out of you. He inserted a second finger, his eyes staying locked on yours just as yours had moments before. Your hand tangled into the sheets as your other moved to his short locks, tightening your grip on him. 

He worked you straight into an orgasm, his tongue never stopping as you road out wave after wave of pleasure, your fingers knotting in his hair. 

“Ji, please.”

“Please what, Jagiya?” He was already moving though, his body hovering over yours. 

“Need you inside me.” You managed to get out. 

He positioned himself between your legs, pushing into you gently. His lips on yours, swallowing your moans as he began to move in and out of you. Your legs wrapped around him, holding him to you as your back arched to meet his every movement. 

You were like two pieces of a puzzle, your bodies fit together so perfectly as if you were made for each other. You both sang each others praises as you moved together, your movements getting quicker. Your eyes slipped closed as your head fell back on the matters. Jiyong tilted your chin, and you opened your eyes to look at him. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” 

You obeyed, your eyes staying locked on his as the head of his cock hit your spot so perfectly. You knew you’d come soon and you could feel him getting closer to the edge too. You moved quicker against his body. Your moans the only noise in the room. 

He released inside you as your own orgasm came. He heald you close, staying inside you as you both fought to steady  your breathing. 

“Welcome home.”  Jiyong grinned and you laughed as he pulls out of you. 

He rolled onto his back, his arm wrapped around you pulling you into his side. You nuzzled into him, planting soft kisses against his shoulder, his collarbone, and finally his lips. 

“I missed you.” You sighed. He responded by pulling you tighter. 

“I missed you more.” You both laughed as your rested your head against his chest. 

For a minute it was silent, you listened to the sound of his heartbeat, your fingers tracing the tattoo on his arm. If every day could be like this you’d be happy. Unfortunately though, you both had obligations that had to be met. At least you knew you would always be able to come home to him.

“How was the shoot?” 

“Oh!” He sat up carefully, still clutching you to him as he grabbed his phone.  “Here.” 

You took it from him, unlocked it and grinned as you were met with some of the proofs. 

“Ji, these are great.” You swiped through the photos, grinning at each one. “My handsome man.” You handed the phone back to him and he smiled as he placed it down. 

“Yeah? You think the fans will be pleased!” 

“Oh, definitely. You could wear a plastic bag and they’d be happy.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “They’re incredible though. Truly.” 

“Thank you, Jagiya.” His eyes glanced at the clock, the time reading 4 AM. “We should sleep.” 

You both had the day off, thankfully but you hated wasting days off on sleeping in and ruining your sleep schedule. You reckoned if anyone deserved it right now though, it was you. In a couple days you’d have your encore in Korea followed by the end of your after party and no other obligations were to cross your schedule for at least a week. 

So you nodded, deciding not fight it this time as you nuzzled in closer to Jiyong. He pulled the covered up over you both and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you.” He mumbled against your head and you smiled. 

“I love you more.” 

You drifted off to sleep like that, wrapped up in his arms. Jiyong didn’t fall asleep right away. He stayed up, watching you. Thankful that you’d come into his life when you had. He didn’t think he would’ve survived the hard days if it hadn’t been for you. He wasn’t 100% healed yet from everything he’d gone through, but he was getting there. He wanted to be the best version of himself, not just for him but for you. 

He placed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm holding you in place while you slept. He wasn’t sure what the future had in store for G-Dragon, but Kwon Ji-yong knew that he belonged to you and would always make sure you had a soft place to land whenever you wanted to come home to him.