love songs
Series: Love Songs.
Title: Make Love.
Author: bluemonkiesx
Pairing: GDYB Jiyong/Youngbae
Genre: varies.
Rating: R, for smut. (EEP.)
Length: part five of five.
Author's Note: the long overdue final chapter of Love Songs~ I had had wanted to finish the series before YB released his new album, and thanks to YG and his inability to meet original deadlines, this is on time. LOL. ANYWAYS. I would like to say two things.
1. THANK YOU TO KRIZZA aka oxygenlove for beta'ing this whole series for me. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW~ and this totally would have been way uglier if it weren't for you<3
2. I'd like to dedicate this JULIE UNNIE aka xxdinojuliexx because I don't think I've ever seen another GDYB fan like her<3 ILU UNNIE.
You want to believe that he's really there, you really really want too. But too many times have you had dreams just like this, dreams where he's right in front of you, only for you to wake up suddenly to an empty bed. Too many damn times has that already happened.
"Youngbae..." he pleads, and you can hear something in his voice, "Youngbae, please, say something, say anything."
Panic. Or maybe fear. You can't distinguish between the two, and all you really know is that real or not, Jiyong is front of you and he's distressed, and you can't allow that.
Without hesitation, you close the gap between the two of you, tentatively wrapping your arms around his trim waist. And once you're sure that you're not going to wake up, that this isn't a dream and he's not going to vanish, you tighten your embrace around him, bring him closer and closer and closer. You missed this closeness, this warm and comfortable feeling of his body fitting perfectly against yours.
"Jiyong, it's you. It's really you," you whisper into his ear, nudging it gently with your nose.
He laughs weakly, "Of course it's me, babo." And then he's quiet once again as he lays his head on your shoulder and holds you impossibly closer, closer, closer.
"I missed you, Youngbae," he mumbles, again.
And you smile, "I missed you, I missed you more than you'll ever know."
***
You walk slowly, taking your time. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, still afraid that if you blink, he'll vanish into the wind. You know this fear is irrational, but until you know for sure that he's here to stay, you just can't help yourself.
It's silent between the two of you, but it's not a deafening silence. It's comfortable and familiar and you're almost positive he feels the same way. Already he's relaxed slightly since you've first seen him on the beach, and it shows. His shoulders are more slacked and he's smiling every now and then.
All of a sudden, as the two of you are walking silently, you get the urge to hold his hand. It's been almost two months without him, and it's ridiculous that you should walk beside him without holding his hand. Your heart starts to pound.
But what if he doesn't want to hold your hand? What if it's too soon to be doing that once again? Your heart beats faster. What if he doesn't feel the same as before-
And then almost as if he can read your thoughts, he reaches over and grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You stare at your hands for a second, and then shift your glance to him. He's not looking at you, but you can see the smile stretch across his face. He squeezes your hand once reassuringly, and you smile.
***
"It didn't change at all," he mumbles, more to himself than to you, as he walks into your(singular) bedroom. He spins around slowly before falling backwards onto the bed with arms stretched out wide.
You watch him from the doorway, leaning against the door frame as he props himself up with his elbows and looks at you, cocking his head to one side. "Why would it have changed?" you ask.
He stares at you intently, and then moves his gaze to the ceiling. "I don't know. I just...thought maybe you would have moved on or something," he says matter-of-factly, bringing his gaze back to you. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to keep everything the way it was before."
You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. "Jiyong," you mutter as you walk into your(plural) bedroom. You carefully lower yourself on the other side of the bed, gingerly laying down and watching as he fidgets and wiggles until he has his head on your shoulder and an arm thrown across your chest.
He closes his eyes, and starts to hum. It's an unfamiliar song, but it sounds nice, and you hum along as you gently brush your fingers through his hair.
Slowly, but with a sense of purpose, he casually turns his head to the side, brushing his lips softly against your shoulder. You shudder as he moves towards your neck, placing light butterfly kisses on his way.
"Jiyong..." you whisper as he continues up your neck and along your jawline. You've missed his touch so, so, so much.
"How about," he mutters as he kisses the corner of your mouth, "How about we forget the last three months, let's just pretend they never happened." And he kisses you once, sweetly and softly and much too shortly. He pulls away, just enough to look at you, to judge your reaction.
You look him in the eyes, his beautiful eyes, and you can see the honest sincerity he has. "Are you sure?" is all you can mumble, faced with the raw emotion you can feel from him.
"I can forgive and forget as long as you can, Youngbae," and you see a flicker of remorse cross his face and it hurts you. He shouldn't be feeling any sorrow because of you.
You bring your lips back to his. "I love you," you whisper before capturing his lips in another kiss. This one more sensual and longer lasting than the previous as you both slowly taste one another, and become accustomed to each other once again.
Breaking the kiss for only a moment, he throws his leg across you and shifts so that he's lying on top of you. He's not heavy, but pleasantly warm and he fits so well against you.
"I want you, Youngbaeah. I need you," he growls as he slowly gyrates his hips against yours, letting you feel him, all of him. "I need you right now."
You flip over, biting your lip as your positions are switched and now you're the one creating the rhythm to which your hips are moving too. He brings his arms around your back, pulling you closer closer closer as you lean in and kiss him, until there's not a breath left in either of your bodies.
And breathless as he is, he kisses you again as his hands wander towards the hem of your shirt and tug. You get the hint and quickly relieve yourself of the restricting fabric, not pausing before you remove his as well. And once your done, you can truly feel the heat. The heat coming from his body and it feels so so so satisfying and you wonder why you didn't do this before and you realize that you want more of his heat, need more. And so you quickly discard the remainder of your clothing along with his, and relish in the closeness and perfection that is Kwon Jiyong.
"I love you, Jiyongah," you mutter, hands roaming over his body, feeling him, pulling him impossibly closer. And then with a mind of their own, your hands inch their way lower and lower down his body.
"Youngbaeah, I l-love you," he moans and his voice hitches a little at the exact moment that your hand wraps wraps itself around his length, stroking him, teasing him, pleasing him beyond measure. He thrusts into your hand, once, twice, three times, and then he's coming and it almost surprises you how quickly it happened until you hear him muttering something about "wanting you so fucking bad," as he takes your other hand and greedily begins to suck on your fingers.
It's not until he's spreading his legs apart beneath you that you understand. You gently pull your fingers from his mouth and quickly replace them with your lips as you slip a finger into him, stretching him. He groans into the kiss and bucks his hips up, and you slip in another finger, searching searching searching for that one spot-
And then he gasps, breaking the kiss as his back arches and you know you found that spot, that spot that would be impossible for you to ever forget. You press down on it, and he hisses, grasping your shoulders tightly as he throws his head back. You slip in one last finger, mercilessly pressing down and he's reduced to a writhing mess beneath you, full of moaning and sharp intakes of breath.
You gently pull your fingers out, and he whimpers at the feeling of loss. You reach towards the bed side table, but his hand grabs your wrist stopping you. You look at him, and he looks at you with heavily lidded eyes and in a raspy voice, "No. I want to feel you, all of you. I need you right now, please."
And if it wasn't for the death grip on your wrist, or the conviction in his voice, you would have ignored his request for the simple reason of not wanting to hurt him. But when you look into his eyes, past the lust and past the want, all you can see is the need he has for you. You nod your head once, and he breathes out, releasing your wrist as you shift slightly above him.
You spit on your hand, and gingerly coat your length, cringing a little at the contact. You need him as much, if not more, than he needs you. You nudge his legs apart as you position yourself over him. "I love you, so much," you murmur before you kiss him as you slide fully into him, into his hot, tight, heat.
He stiffens at the sudden intrusion, but only for a moment. He quickly adjusts around you, and when he wraps his legs around your waist, you take it as a sign that he's ready. You pull out slowly, and he hold his breath and then you push back into him, making him clench his legs around you, and goddamn, he's so tight and so fucking hot.
"Fuck me, Youngbaeah, fuck me," he growls as he roughly bites on your shoulder, arms tight around you as he bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts.
Who are you who to deny him this request? And so you slowly pull out of him once more, and then slam into him, again and again and again. And pretty soon you hear bells ringing and you can feel it building up and goddamn he's fucking tight and still so fucking hot.
He's whimpering again, and you know he's just as close as you are, and so you crudely grab his length, pumping him in time with each thrust and he's mewling and writhing and goddamn-
And at the same time that you reach your climax, so does he. Black crosses your vision for a split second and the bells are ringing impossibly loud, and then you're back and Jiyong's panting and breathless and gorgeous beneath you as you slowly work yourself out of him. You roll to the side, heart pounding a thousand times per second, and he turns towards you, resting his head on your chest as he tries to catch his breath. He closes his eyes and wraps one arm around you, protectively, possessively, lovingly.
***
The sun is slowly setting, and it's red-orange rays are peeking through the window. Jiyong is sleeping, head still on your chest as he breathes in sync with you. You trace random patterns on the smooth, bare skin of his back. He mumbles something, and shifts slightly, his hand moving to rest alongside with his head.
Something catches your eye, something glittering in the setting rays of the sun, and you look for the source. You find it on his hand, the ring he had been wearing that you hadn't noticed.
The ring you had given him months ago, promising him your love. He was wearing the ring you had proposed to him with.
You smile as you continue to gently trace patterns along his back. Patterns turn into letters, and letters turn into words. I love you, Kwon Jiyong, forever and ever.
Title: Make Love.
Author: bluemonkiesx
Pairing: GDYB Jiyong/Youngbae
Genre: varies.
Rating: R, for smut. (EEP.)
Length: part five of five.
Author's Note: the long overdue final chapter of Love Songs~ I had had wanted to finish the series before YB released his new album, and thanks to YG and his inability to meet original deadlines, this is on time. LOL. ANYWAYS. I would like to say two things.
1. THANK YOU TO KRIZZA aka oxygenlove for beta'ing this whole series for me. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW~ and this totally would have been way uglier if it weren't for you<3
2. I'd like to dedicate this JULIE UNNIE aka xxdinojuliexx because I don't think I've ever seen another GDYB fan like her<3 ILU UNNIE.
You want to believe that he's really there, you really really want too. But too many times have you had dreams just like this, dreams where he's right in front of you, only for you to wake up suddenly to an empty bed. Too many damn times has that already happened.
"Youngbae..." he pleads, and you can hear something in his voice, "Youngbae, please, say something, say anything."
Panic. Or maybe fear. You can't distinguish between the two, and all you really know is that real or not, Jiyong is front of you and he's distressed, and you can't allow that.
Without hesitation, you close the gap between the two of you, tentatively wrapping your arms around his trim waist. And once you're sure that you're not going to wake up, that this isn't a dream and he's not going to vanish, you tighten your embrace around him, bring him closer and closer and closer. You missed this closeness, this warm and comfortable feeling of his body fitting perfectly against yours.
"Jiyong, it's you. It's really you," you whisper into his ear, nudging it gently with your nose.
He laughs weakly, "Of course it's me, babo." And then he's quiet once again as he lays his head on your shoulder and holds you impossibly closer, closer, closer.
"I missed you, Youngbae," he mumbles, again.
And you smile, "I missed you, I missed you more than you'll ever know."
***
You walk slowly, taking your time. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, still afraid that if you blink, he'll vanish into the wind. You know this fear is irrational, but until you know for sure that he's here to stay, you just can't help yourself.
It's silent between the two of you, but it's not a deafening silence. It's comfortable and familiar and you're almost positive he feels the same way. Already he's relaxed slightly since you've first seen him on the beach, and it shows. His shoulders are more slacked and he's smiling every now and then.
All of a sudden, as the two of you are walking silently, you get the urge to hold his hand. It's been almost two months without him, and it's ridiculous that you should walk beside him without holding his hand. Your heart starts to pound.
But what if he doesn't want to hold your hand? What if it's too soon to be doing that once again? Your heart beats faster. What if he doesn't feel the same as before-
And then almost as if he can read your thoughts, he reaches over and grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You stare at your hands for a second, and then shift your glance to him. He's not looking at you, but you can see the smile stretch across his face. He squeezes your hand once reassuringly, and you smile.
***
"It didn't change at all," he mumbles, more to himself than to you, as he walks into your(singular) bedroom. He spins around slowly before falling backwards onto the bed with arms stretched out wide.
You watch him from the doorway, leaning against the door frame as he props himself up with his elbows and looks at you, cocking his head to one side. "Why would it have changed?" you ask.
He stares at you intently, and then moves his gaze to the ceiling. "I don't know. I just...thought maybe you would have moved on or something," he says matter-of-factly, bringing his gaze back to you. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to keep everything the way it was before."
You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. "Jiyong," you mutter as you walk into your(plural) bedroom. You carefully lower yourself on the other side of the bed, gingerly laying down and watching as he fidgets and wiggles until he has his head on your shoulder and an arm thrown across your chest.
He closes his eyes, and starts to hum. It's an unfamiliar song, but it sounds nice, and you hum along as you gently brush your fingers through his hair.
Slowly, but with a sense of purpose, he casually turns his head to the side, brushing his lips softly against your shoulder. You shudder as he moves towards your neck, placing light butterfly kisses on his way.
"Jiyong..." you whisper as he continues up your neck and along your jawline. You've missed his touch so, so, so much.
"How about," he mutters as he kisses the corner of your mouth, "How about we forget the last three months, let's just pretend they never happened." And he kisses you once, sweetly and softly and much too shortly. He pulls away, just enough to look at you, to judge your reaction.
You look him in the eyes, his beautiful eyes, and you can see the honest sincerity he has. "Are you sure?" is all you can mumble, faced with the raw emotion you can feel from him.
"I can forgive and forget as long as you can, Youngbae," and you see a flicker of remorse cross his face and it hurts you. He shouldn't be feeling any sorrow because of you.
You bring your lips back to his. "I love you," you whisper before capturing his lips in another kiss. This one more sensual and longer lasting than the previous as you both slowly taste one another, and become accustomed to each other once again.
Breaking the kiss for only a moment, he throws his leg across you and shifts so that he's lying on top of you. He's not heavy, but pleasantly warm and he fits so well against you.
"I want you, Youngbaeah. I need you," he growls as he slowly gyrates his hips against yours, letting you feel him, all of him. "I need you right now."
You flip over, biting your lip as your positions are switched and now you're the one creating the rhythm to which your hips are moving too. He brings his arms around your back, pulling you closer closer closer as you lean in and kiss him, until there's not a breath left in either of your bodies.
And breathless as he is, he kisses you again as his hands wander towards the hem of your shirt and tug. You get the hint and quickly relieve yourself of the restricting fabric, not pausing before you remove his as well. And once your done, you can truly feel the heat. The heat coming from his body and it feels so so so satisfying and you wonder why you didn't do this before and you realize that you want more of his heat, need more. And so you quickly discard the remainder of your clothing along with his, and relish in the closeness and perfection that is Kwon Jiyong.
"I love you, Jiyongah," you mutter, hands roaming over his body, feeling him, pulling him impossibly closer. And then with a mind of their own, your hands inch their way lower and lower down his body.
"Youngbaeah, I l-love you," he moans and his voice hitches a little at the exact moment that your hand wraps wraps itself around his length, stroking him, teasing him, pleasing him beyond measure. He thrusts into your hand, once, twice, three times, and then he's coming and it almost surprises you how quickly it happened until you hear him muttering something about "wanting you so fucking bad," as he takes your other hand and greedily begins to suck on your fingers.
It's not until he's spreading his legs apart beneath you that you understand. You gently pull your fingers from his mouth and quickly replace them with your lips as you slip a finger into him, stretching him. He groans into the kiss and bucks his hips up, and you slip in another finger, searching searching searching for that one spot-
And then he gasps, breaking the kiss as his back arches and you know you found that spot, that spot that would be impossible for you to ever forget. You press down on it, and he hisses, grasping your shoulders tightly as he throws his head back. You slip in one last finger, mercilessly pressing down and he's reduced to a writhing mess beneath you, full of moaning and sharp intakes of breath.
You gently pull your fingers out, and he whimpers at the feeling of loss. You reach towards the bed side table, but his hand grabs your wrist stopping you. You look at him, and he looks at you with heavily lidded eyes and in a raspy voice, "No. I want to feel you, all of you. I need you right now, please."
And if it wasn't for the death grip on your wrist, or the conviction in his voice, you would have ignored his request for the simple reason of not wanting to hurt him. But when you look into his eyes, past the lust and past the want, all you can see is the need he has for you. You nod your head once, and he breathes out, releasing your wrist as you shift slightly above him.
You spit on your hand, and gingerly coat your length, cringing a little at the contact. You need him as much, if not more, than he needs you. You nudge his legs apart as you position yourself over him. "I love you, so much," you murmur before you kiss him as you slide fully into him, into his hot, tight, heat.
He stiffens at the sudden intrusion, but only for a moment. He quickly adjusts around you, and when he wraps his legs around your waist, you take it as a sign that he's ready. You pull out slowly, and he hold his breath and then you push back into him, making him clench his legs around you, and goddamn, he's so tight and so fucking hot.
"Fuck me, Youngbaeah, fuck me," he growls as he roughly bites on your shoulder, arms tight around you as he bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts.
Who are you who to deny him this request? And so you slowly pull out of him once more, and then slam into him, again and again and again. And pretty soon you hear bells ringing and you can feel it building up and goddamn he's fucking tight and still so fucking hot.
He's whimpering again, and you know he's just as close as you are, and so you crudely grab his length, pumping him in time with each thrust and he's mewling and writhing and goddamn-
And at the same time that you reach your climax, so does he. Black crosses your vision for a split second and the bells are ringing impossibly loud, and then you're back and Jiyong's panting and breathless and gorgeous beneath you as you slowly work yourself out of him. You roll to the side, heart pounding a thousand times per second, and he turns towards you, resting his head on your chest as he tries to catch his breath. He closes his eyes and wraps one arm around you, protectively, possessively, lovingly.
***
The sun is slowly setting, and it's red-orange rays are peeking through the window. Jiyong is sleeping, head still on your chest as he breathes in sync with you. You trace random patterns on the smooth, bare skin of his back. He mumbles something, and shifts slightly, his hand moving to rest alongside with his head.
Something catches your eye, something glittering in the setting rays of the sun, and you look for the source. You find it on his hand, the ring he had been wearing that you hadn't noticed.
The ring you had given him months ago, promising him your love. He was wearing the ring you had proposed to him with.
You smile as you continue to gently trace patterns along his back. Patterns turn into letters, and letters turn into words. I love you, Kwon Jiyong, forever and ever.