drabble #001
Pairing: G-Dragon/OC
Rating: PG-13
Prompts: dirty, roleplay, drunk
Word Count: 559 words
A/N: I usually don't write with "you" as the character as I'm more of a third person writer. But for the scenarios/drabbles I post on Tumblr, I usually go with "you", so yeah. Enjoy!
Jiyong’s a very happy and droopy drunk; at least, he normally is. You’re not sure if it’s the spirit of Halloween taking over him, but the drunk Jiyong you’re currently dealing with is anything but droopy. He’s dark, somber and impossibly horny, which is a full one-eighty from his normal inebriated state. You’re at your close friend’s Halloween get together and though most people are drinking and mingling, you decide to stay on the couch with your boyfriend just to make sure he doesn’t go off and hurt himself. But, with the way he’s behaving, you’d rather be as far away from him as possible, just for the sake of your own sanity.
“Hm, _____________, baby,” he mutters huskily, his breath brushing against your ear, “have I told you how goddamn sexy you look in that angel get-up?” He scoots closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist.
You stare at him incredulously. Should sexy even be in the same sentence as angel, let alone describing it? “Uh, no, you haven’t, Ji,” you lie. He’s told you in a variety of ways, the most frequent of which being his ceaselessly roaming hands.
“Well, you look amazing,” he mumbles, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who’s drunk. He presses his face into your neck and takes a deep breath. Starting off with light, gentle pecks, he repeatedly presses kisses up and down the length of your throat; you wince when he bites down suddenly and feel your body shake as his tongue darts out to soothe the mark. “Mm, did it hurt?” He says into your ear, making sure to brush his lips against it ever so often. “I’m sorry, baby, I just needed to mark you as mine; I wouldn’t want some other vampire taking my beautiful angel.” He nibbles gently on your earlobe, giving out a content purr as he rubs your sides. Jiyong hadn’t dressed up for the party, opting instead to just wear some of his usual clothes and tell anyone who asked that he was a vampire. But, now, it seemed that in his drunken state, he really believes that he’s become a stalker of the night.
You pull away from his embrace, a furious blush spreading across your cheeks. “Jiyong, we shouldn’t do this here; people are watching,” you hiss.
He doesn’t respond at first, simply staring at your lips and licking his own. “Then, let them watch,” he finally grunts out before crashing his lips onto yours. You gasp from the force of the kiss and he takes advantage of it, his tongue pressing forward into your mouth and immediately dominating your own. You don’t even bother to fight back, too lightheaded from the intensity of the kiss to care. When he pulls away, you’re panting and his eyes are dark with lust, watching you intensely. “Let’s go,” he mutters, gripping your wrist, pulling you off the couch and speed walking to the door.
“J-Jiyong, where are we going?” You stutter out, stumbling from the forceful way he’s pulling you.
He stops suddenly before whipping around and kissing you yet again, his hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you steady. He pulls away, suckling on your bottom lip, before leaning down to kiss your ear. “Home, ____________,” he whispers, “I wanna see just how dirty my angel can get.”
Rating: PG-13
Prompts: dirty, roleplay, drunk
Word Count: 559 words
A/N: I usually don't write with "you" as the character as I'm more of a third person writer. But for the scenarios/drabbles I post on Tumblr, I usually go with "you", so yeah. Enjoy!
Jiyong’s a very happy and droopy drunk; at least, he normally is. You’re not sure if it’s the spirit of Halloween taking over him, but the drunk Jiyong you’re currently dealing with is anything but droopy. He’s dark, somber and impossibly horny, which is a full one-eighty from his normal inebriated state. You’re at your close friend’s Halloween get together and though most people are drinking and mingling, you decide to stay on the couch with your boyfriend just to make sure he doesn’t go off and hurt himself. But, with the way he’s behaving, you’d rather be as far away from him as possible, just for the sake of your own sanity.
“Hm, _____________, baby,” he mutters huskily, his breath brushing against your ear, “have I told you how goddamn sexy you look in that angel get-up?” He scoots closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist.
You stare at him incredulously. Should sexy even be in the same sentence as angel, let alone describing it? “Uh, no, you haven’t, Ji,” you lie. He’s told you in a variety of ways, the most frequent of which being his ceaselessly roaming hands.
“Well, you look amazing,” he mumbles, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who’s drunk. He presses his face into your neck and takes a deep breath. Starting off with light, gentle pecks, he repeatedly presses kisses up and down the length of your throat; you wince when he bites down suddenly and feel your body shake as his tongue darts out to soothe the mark. “Mm, did it hurt?” He says into your ear, making sure to brush his lips against it ever so often. “I’m sorry, baby, I just needed to mark you as mine; I wouldn’t want some other vampire taking my beautiful angel.” He nibbles gently on your earlobe, giving out a content purr as he rubs your sides. Jiyong hadn’t dressed up for the party, opting instead to just wear some of his usual clothes and tell anyone who asked that he was a vampire. But, now, it seemed that in his drunken state, he really believes that he’s become a stalker of the night.
You pull away from his embrace, a furious blush spreading across your cheeks. “Jiyong, we shouldn’t do this here; people are watching,” you hiss.
He doesn’t respond at first, simply staring at your lips and licking his own. “Then, let them watch,” he finally grunts out before crashing his lips onto yours. You gasp from the force of the kiss and he takes advantage of it, his tongue pressing forward into your mouth and immediately dominating your own. You don’t even bother to fight back, too lightheaded from the intensity of the kiss to care. When he pulls away, you’re panting and his eyes are dark with lust, watching you intensely. “Let’s go,” he mutters, gripping your wrist, pulling you off the couch and speed walking to the door.
“J-Jiyong, where are we going?” You stutter out, stumbling from the forceful way he’s pulling you.
He stops suddenly before whipping around and kissing you yet again, his hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you steady. He pulls away, suckling on your bottom lip, before leaning down to kiss your ear. “Home, ____________,” he whispers, “I wanna see just how dirty my angel can get.”