#topnyong

Complementary look boyfriends

a/n- i don’t know SHIT about making music, so if the beginning sounds like it was written by an absolute idiot, it was. one of the longest oneshots i’ve written in a while. i’ve never written anything like this before, so i hope it’s okay. enjoy :)

pairing- kwon jiyong x choi seunghyun x f!reader

contents- alcohol, smut, threesome, unprotected piv, dry humping, masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation

synopsis- as one of YG’s newest production managers, you are assigned to help jiyong and seunghyun with producing GD&TOP. you had no idea that a late night in the studio and a few drinks would turn into… this.

word count- 2895

You’d begun the night as normal. Paperwork in your office until the words on the pages bled together, tapping your foot to the music in your headphones lightly. You hadn’t even noticed the time until your eyes darted up to the door when someone knocked.

“Y/N?” Jiyong’s voice is muffled by the door.

“Come in.” You set aside the folder you’d been reviewing.

Jiyong opens the door with a soft smile, shutting it gently behind him. You and Jiyong had become quite good friends in the past months while him and Seunghyun had been working on their album. You’d been assigned to help with production, and ended up getting along with both of them well.

“Would you come listen to what we have so far? Seunghyun and I are kind of stuck, could use your help.” He asks, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.

You smile, standing up. “Of course. I’m tired of doing paperwork anyway.”

You follow him back to the studio, met with Seunghyun sitting at a desk with lyric books sprawled before him and a huge set of headphones around his neck.

You take the seat between the two of them, stealing the headphones from Seunghyun. He gives you a slight nod, playing the track they’d been working on.

You listen close, and when it ends, you turn to Jiyong with a smile. “This is really good. What are you stuck on?”

Jiyong sighs. “The adlibs don’t sound right. Should we move them around?”

“I don’t like the placing of them. But I don’t want to re-record because I like how they sound on their own.” Seunghyun leans back in his chair.

You waste no time moving around the clips, listening to the audio over and over again, until they sound just right. You take off the headphones and hand them back to Seunghyun.

“Try that.” You smile. Seunghyun plays the track, nodding his head as it ends.

“I like that better. Ji.” He hands the headphones over you to Jiyong.

Jiyong listens, then turns to you when the track ends. “Me too. Still needs tweaking, though.”

“Hey, let’s worry about it tomorrow. It’s late.” You smile, taking the headphones off of Jiyong. But as you pull them off of his head, your fingers brush his jawline. Brief, so brief it almost goes unnoticed.

Almost.

Jiyong freezes for a moment, before looking down at his feet. You drop the headset onto the desk, and when you turn around, you’re met with Seunghyun, now holding an unopened bottle of soju.

“Celebration.” He says, shaking the bottle slightly.

“For what?” You say, laughing lightly.

“For surviving another day.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes. But behind you, Jiyong springs up, shifting past you and stealing the bottle from Seunghyun’s hands. “Hey!”

The two sit down at the couch on the other side of the room, cracking open the bottle and grabbing three glasses from the side table next to a small fridge.

They came prepared.

You laugh low, shaking your head. “Have fun, boys. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, stay!” Jiyong protests, a slight sarcastic whine in his voice.

“C’mon, at least have one drink with us. You’ve been so much help. And you survived too.” Seunghyun gestures to the spot between the two of them.

You hesitate, but reluctantly meander over to the couch and plop down between them. The two boys smile, pouring the alcohol into glasses and each grabbing one.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this here.” You say, but grab your glass anyway. You clink them together, and take a long swig from yours.

Time seems to slip away after that. One drink turned into three, which turned into shots and truth or dare.

You thought about leaving, but something about how Seunghyun kept throwing an arm around you and how Jiyong’s hand always landed on your knee when he laughed kept you firmly in place.

“Alright, Y/N. Truth or dare.” Jiyong pulls his knees up to his chest and leans back on the couch.

“Truth.” You slur, taking a sip of drink number who-knows-what.

Jiyong looks to Seunghyun, a glint of something you can’t quite place behind his eyes. Then back to you.

“When did you lose your virginity?” He asks so casually, as if he was asking about the weather.

You burst out laughing, all previous nerves gone courtesy of the soju. “Really? That’s what you wanna know?”

“Clearly. I asked it.” Jiyong rolls his eyes. You groan, but give in anyway, because at this point, what do you have to lose?

“16. Ex-boyfriend from high school.” You say, pressing your lips together.

Jiyong and Seunghyun gasp, clearly not expecting you to give that information up so easily.

“And get this,” you add, leaning forward, “it was in his mom’s car.”

The two boys burst out laughing, and you bury your face in your hands.

“Stop! Fuck, I should’ve chose dare.” You groan, only fueling their laughter.

Eventually, Seunghyun catches his breath. “Okay, okay. Ji, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Jiyong says, still laughing lightly.

You let out a dramatic oooo, to which Jiyong rolls his eyes.

Seunghyun looks between the two of you for a moment, before smirking. “Kiss Y/N.”

Your heart stops for a moment. So does Jiyong’s, apparently, telling by his facial expression.

“What?” Jiyong scoffs, but doesn’t oppose. Neither do you.

“Joking.” Seunghyun smiles evilly.

“Darn.” You say without thinking, alcohol really doing its job.

Jiyong’s head darts to you. “Darn?”

You giggle, sipping your drink. “Too bad he was joking. I would’ve. For the dare, of course.” You smile teasingly, not thinking before you’re speaking.

Jiyong’s eyes widen, but then his lips curl into a smile you’ve never seen before. “Oh yeah?”

“For the dare.” You repeat.

“Of course, for the dare.” Jiyong hums, not believing you.

“Hm. Alright, then. Go on.” Seunghyun gestures to you and Jiyong.

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. But with this much soju coursing through your veins, it’s hard to say no to that mischievous grin Jiyong has plastered on his face.

You shrug, smirking, and shift closer to Jiyong on the couch. He doesn’t pull away. Not even a little.

Your hand comes up to grab his face, pulling him in by the back of his neck. You go in tongue first, and Jiyong welcomes it with his lips parted. Your tongue explores his mouth for a moment, dancing with his before you pull away.

But his hand lingers on your waist.

Seunghyun huffs. “Fuck…” he mutters, hands dropping to his lap.

You turn to him, smirking, then your eyes drop. He tried to cover it with his arms, but the hard outline of his cock clearly shows through his sweatpants. He sees you looking, and before he can muster up an excuse, you wink.

You turn back to Jiyong, ensuring he’s seeing the same thing as you, before your lips crash into his again. Hungrier this time.

Your drinks sit forgotten on the table as his hands now roam your waist, but it doesn’t register. You have no idea how it got to this point, but the next thing you know, you’re situated perfectly on top of him, aching clit pressed to the bulge in his jeans you feel growing beneath you.

You pull away just briefly and look back to Seunghyun. His hand is situated between his thighs, palming himself over his pants.

You smirk. “Like what you’re seeing, hm?” You tease, and he lets out a low groan.

“Keep going.” He breathes, pressing into his crotch harder.

Jiyong’s lips find your neck, leaving small bite marks over your collarbone. You let out a small noise at the sensation, pressing yourself down on his cock, only a few thin layers of fabric separating you.

“Touch yourself, if you want.” You run your hands along the back of Jiyong’s neck and head as you speak, still making hard eye contact with Seunghyun. He exhales a shaky breath, but obeys. He wastes no time freeing himself from his pants, taking his cock in his hands and stroking it slow.

Jiyong looks over, almost moaning at the sight. “Fuck, hyung…” he breathes, cheek pressed against your chest as he watches Seunghyun.

You grind against Jiyong again, grabbing his face with your hand and kissing him hard. He responds immediately, hips bucking upward, his hard cock rubbing against your clit so perfectly. You moan into his mouth, only fuelling his arousal.

Jiyong’s hands are tight on your waist, grinding you back and forth on him. You can’t take it anymore. The urge to go further overtakes you.

You drop to your knees before him, pulling down his sweats and boxers in one smooth motion. You take his cock in your hand, precum dripping down the side. You lick it up, swirling your tongue around his tip until he lets out something that almost resembles a whimper.

It drives you insane. You want more.

You continue, stroking as you suck on his tip, feeling yourself soak through your panties just from the noises the boy before you is making.

Briefly, you glance over to Seunghyun again. He’s moaning too, voice deep and rugged. His strokes have become quick, eyes fixated on you.

“You want a turn, or what?” You smirk, Jiyong’s cock leaving your mouth with a wet pop.

Seunghyun nods eagerly, a little too quick. He shifts over next to Jiyong, throwing an arm around the smaller boy.

You move to be in front of Seunghyun now, taking his cock in your hand and stroking softly to start. Your other hand stays firmly on Jiyong’s, still pumping him and running your thumb gracefully over his tip.

Seunghyun and Jiyong both groan. You smile, enjoying yourself. You lick from base to tip on Seunghyun’s cock, running your tongue along the slit on his tip before taking him in your mouth fully.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he mutters, but is quickly silenced by Jiyong’s mouth meeting his. You watch the two of them kiss, tongues dancing between them. They moan into each other’s mouths as your mouth darts between the two boys.

Eventually, Seunghyun stands. He grabs Jiyong’s arm and pulls him up as well, then grabs your hair and pulls your head back to him, shoving his cock down your throat.

“If it gets too much,” he breathes, barely able to speak, “just say so and we’ll stop.”

You nod, though you know you will not be stopping.

He fucks your throat raw, deep groans filling the studio. Jiyong stands next to him, stroking himself quickly as his mouth connects with Seunghyun’s again.

The rest of your clothes are forgotten on the floor after that. If you weren’t drunk, you might’ve thought about protection. You might’ve thought about locking the studio door or been scared about someone walking in. But none of that mattered to you right now.

All you can think about is the ache between your thighs and the two boys in front of you using your mouth as a fleshlight.

Eventually, Jiyong slows inside your mouth, before pulling himself out.

“Ah, I think you deserve to feel good too, Y/N. You’re so good with that mouth, wanna see what mine can do?” He asks, slurring a little and smirking like the devil he is. You nod, pure need the only thing on your mind.

Jiyong lifts you to the couch. He plants kisses down your body, trailing slowly to the spot you need him most. Seunghyun climbs up next to you, mouth connecting to yours, then your neck, then your tits, lingering there. His tongue flicks your nipple, sucking the area surrounding and leaving soft marks behind.

Jiyong settles between your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders. His hands squeeze your thighs hard against his head as his tongue connects slowly with your dripping pussy.

You let out a whimper almost immediately, only making Jiyong go harder. He presses down on your clit with his tongue, before licking in just a way that makes your legs shake.

You’re a mess of moans, Seunghyun still kissing your chest and Jiyong devouring you.

“Fuck, Ji- ah! Jiyong, I’m gonna-“ you don’t finish your sentence before you fall off the edge, pleasure washing over you so hard your breath stutters for a moment.

Jiyong sucks on your clit through your orgasm, his tongue periodically slipping inside your entrance, just to tease. When you come down from your high, still breathing heavy, you look up to see Seunghyun’s eyes on you.

Dark.

Sharp.

Fucking sexy.

You push him backwards so he leans against the back of the couch, still stroking himself hard.

“Your turn.” You smirk, climbing on top of Seunghyun. His eyes are wide, pupils blown and lips parted. You waste no time aligning his cock with your entrance and lowering yourself, immediately setting an unforgiving pace.

Seunghyun moans, loud and ruined. You fuck him hard, pressing against his chest as your ass slaps against his thighs relentlessly.

Jiyong settles on the couch behind you and Seunghyun, watching, waiting for his inevitable turn. You can hear his low moans as he touches himself, but you don’t really listen to that. You need to focus on one thing at once right now, or you’ll lose it.

Seunghyun then wraps an arm around your waist and picks you up, flipping you around and placing you on your back in one swift motion. He pounds into you, each thrust more ruthless than the last.

“I’ll pull out,” he whispers against your ear, but you shake your head.

“No. Fill me up, please. I wanna feel you cum.” You mumble, words slurred partially by the alcohol but mostly by Seunghyun’s cock hitting your spot so perfectly each time.

“Are you sure?” Seunghyun slows, but you roll your hips upward into him, chasing release.

“Please.” You beg, and he doesn’t protest anymore. You’ve been on birth control for years, but you didn’t have the words nor the breath to tell him that right now.

That’s later-you’s problem.

Seunghyun pounds even harder until you feel the edge creep up on you, ecstasy overtaking you for the second time as you finish. But Seunghyun doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, until he eventually stills inside you, filling you with hot release and moaning into your neck.

He pulls away after a moment, exiting you and sitting back on the couch. You sit up, leaning against him and kissing him again slowly.

You look over to Jiyong, still stroking himself slowly.

“Ah, waiting for your turn, hm?” You smirk, laughing low.

“That was… fuck,” Jiyong mutters, staring at you with pure desperation.

You crawl over Seunghyun, still catching your breath, and take Jiyong’s cock in your mouth again. You move your head up and down, and Jiyong’s hand finds your hair. Not pushing, not yet. Just resting there.

“F- fuck… I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” Jiyong groans, but you stop.

“Well that wouldn’t be fair, would it?” You run your tongue along his cock one last time before climbing on top of him, aligning his dripping tip with your swollen entrance and lowering yourself down.

You take him inch by inch, leaning down and kissing him intensely when he’s fully inside of you.

“Holy- holy shit.” He whimpers, nails scratching lightly at your bare back as you start riding him. But before you get far, he stops you. “Get up and bend over.”

You smile knowingly, anticipation creeping up in your chest. You obey, getting off of him and leaning over the couch. Jiyong stands behind you, hands on your hips firmly, before he aligns himself and slowly enters you again.

You can’t hold back the moan that slips from your mouth, breath catching as he hits your spot so perfectly.

“Oh, fuck, Jiyong… I- I’m not gonna last,” you manage, pressing your face into the couch and biting down on the fabric.

“Wait,” Seunghyun chimes in, and you look to him, “I have an idea.”

He moves to lay down beneath you, head going between your thighs. His tongue connects with your throbbing clit, and Jiyong laughs with mischief.

“Hm,” Jiyong hums, smirking, “time to ruin you now, Y/N.”

You let out something that kind of resembles a scream and a whimper as Jiyong starts to pound into you again and Seunghyun flicks his tongue along your swollen clit so perfectly.

Jiyong’s hands find your ass, squeezing as he fucks you harder. Seunghyun’s tongue is relentless, flicking and sucking you so intensely you forget how to breathe.

Your vision goes blurry, your mind is complete fog. But you don’t care. You’re so close, you can feel the release about to hit you like a semi-truck. So when Jiyong hits your spot one last time, you unravel.

You cum with a loud scream, legs shaking, breath stuttering, overstimulated beyond repair. But Jiyong fucks you right through it.

He stills inside you eventually, releasing in you with a low groan straight from his throat.

He exits after a moment, and you basically collapse to the couch with a heavy, exhausted sigh. Seunghyun lays his head on your thigh, chin still dripping from devouring you before. Jiyong settles on your other side, arm thrown around you lazily.

“Fuck,” you mutter, still catching your breath, “we should’ve done that a long time ago.”

If you’ve answered this before my apologies!

Hello!

This is a great question, and one that is extremely hard to answer because there is just so much. I'll try my best to answer coherently below.

“내가 보고 느끼던 세상과는 안 어울려.”

Let's go, MKMF 2008 Hyori and BIGBANG. (I can't upload more than one video, so find it yourself)

Just look at TOP's smirk afterward and showily satisfied and almost aggressive expression. That look was intended for Jiyong. If you watch carefully, you can see TOP looking directly at him. And then Ji's slightly shaky voice and the almost defiant way he looked at Lee Hyori.

After the kiss, TOP acts way too flirty with Lee Hyori, which really angers Ji. In a split second, he rushes across the stage to drag her away by the hand, after which she retreats with her hands up, as if to say, "Dude, chill, I'm not going to steal your man."

One might think this is just part of the performance and that I'm being too delulu. But this specific moment was filmed by the farthest camera, which isn't used for the rest of the performance, specifically to make it as unclear as possible what is happening on stage.

My explanation is the following: they had a fight before going on stage, and TOP was intentionally trying to get on his nerves to make him jealous. And he succeeded. Jiyong lost control and acted unprofessionally, almost starting a fight right on stage.