The Dragon and his Mistress

Hi lovelies...long time no talk! It's been, well, a while, and I could launch into a flurry of reasons and excuses for my absence, but truth is I haven't been inspired or felt like writing (anything, really) for a long time. Recently, however, I read some not so great erotic fan fiction from the KPOP world and felt challenged to, well, do better. However, while the characters are informed by real people - such as a celebrity - I hesitate to call this body of work fan fiction because the storylines and much of the graphic content is based on real experiences (like most good writing is), albeit with different people. So, call it what you want: literary erotica, smut fan fiction, creative non-fiction...your choice, just be aware that it is original work. If a reader would like to reuse/repost, contact me first and always remember to credit any original artist by attribution text and links to the original work. Enjoy!

~The Dragon's Lair~

You wake up alone. Reaching out, you sigh, slightly annoyed, but mostly amused, to find the space beside you empty and cool to the touch. 'Well, I'm glad I caved and gave up the basement for his studio.' You stretch and yawn, flipping off the covers; you shiver as your feet hit the cold hardwood...'add rugs to the never-ending housewares list' you think to yourself. Slipping into the long black robe, you smile at the smell that lingers on its silken collar. Careful not to wake the cat, you pad out of the bedroom and walk down the stairs, trying not to get irritated at the dust, debris, tools and unfinished projects that have become a constant in what seems like the home reno from hell. 'One more month,' you remind yourself as you take a deep breath.

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs you look out onto the main floor and notice that the lights leading to the basement are on, confirming what you already know. You turn towards the kitchen, your pride and joy. Immaculately designed and executed, it was definitely worth the months of frustration dealing with contractors, suppliers and the catty designer, who, nonetheless, is brilliant. State-of-the-art tech harmonizing with your love of vintage art deco's perfect; everything you've dreamed it could be, and it's all yours, well almost. You walk to the back counter and the coffee maker, seeing the dregs of coffee almost completely dry at the bottom of the pot. 'Probably ready for a top up...', but instead of brewing another pot, you switch on the espresso machine - another splurge. Italian-made and beautiful, you grind enough beans for two shots, and make one iced Americano and one cappuccino. 'Likely hungry too...' you think to yourself as you turn to the beautiful black stainless steel fridge to take out ingredients for a late night snack.
Balancing the tray on one arm, you knock lightly on the double-paned door, just in case. You love him, but sometimes he gets snippy if he's hit a productive phase and is disturbed. When you don't get an answer, you open the heavy door and slip into the studio. Quietly you place the tray with the drinks and grilled cheese sandwiches on the glass-topped coffee table in front of the couch near the door. Leaning against the comfortable grey love seat, an addition you insisted on for purely selfish reasons, a bemused smile hovers on your lips as you take in the array of production and recording tech that you can't even begin to name, let alone understand what its purpose is. Sheet music and crumpled paper litters the floor, while beeps and flashes come from various pieces of equipment. In the centre of the chaos is a slight form seated in a swivel chair, almost dwarfed by the monitors that surround him. You're about to move forward when pale hands grab hold of the headphones and slam them down on the keyboard, "Dammit!"

"Sounds like you're ready for a break," you say softly.

A sigh escapes from his lips as the chair slowly turns towards you. Long fingers run through jet black hair as deep brown eyes blink at you. "Mianhae jagi," he murmurs, "did I wake you?"

As he looks at you with tired eyes and mussed hair, your heart skips a beat, like it always does when he looks at you. It never ceases to amaze you that this incredibly talented, beautiful, sensitive, and sometimes kinky, boy is all yours.

"No love, the soundproofing works fine. I just came down with a caffeine fix and a snack for you. Everything ok?"

" dunno. It's this song for the new duo. Appa YG wants a title track for their debut and I just can't get it to work."

"Play it for me, maybe I can help."

"Worth a try." He turns back to the equipment and presses a couple buttons; a bass-heavy track fills the room, layered over with synth and guitar melodies.

"A little melancholy for a debut track, don't you think?"

"Yea, but the duo is a male and female and they want a slow ballad to show off their unique vocals. I just can't seem to figure out the right lyrics for the composition."

"What've you got?"

"A chorus...maybe."

"When does Appa want to hear the completed song?"


"How long have you been at this Ji Yong-ah?"

"Little over a week."

You sigh; if it's already been a week, it's never going to work. Kwon Ji Yong, aka G-Dragon or GD, is YG's golden boy and a genius in the studio. Incomparable; it isn't like him to be stuck for this long.

"Play it again."

"Let's eat, then you can go back to bed. I'll figure this out."

"Jagiya...", you come up behind him, hands lightly kneading bis tense shoulders; you lean down and whisper in his ear, " the track."

"Your wish is my command."

You close your eyes as the melody wafts through the room again. An image takes shape in your mind: a man and woman singing to each other, call and response. A sad, a love song; something bittersweet and slow, lovers finding their way back to each other after time, distance and heartbreak. "Stop."


"Are you still composing an arrangement for 'Phoenix'?"


"Use the lyrics for this."

"I wrote that for you..."

"I'm aware, but if you re-work some of the lyrics, write a new chorus, it'll work for this duet."

"I thought you liked it...?" You hear the pout in his voice and you can't help but smile.

"I love it. I love that you wrote it and I love that it's mine. And even if the lyrics are a little different and someone else sings it, every time I hear it I'll know you wrote it for me and no matter what, it'll always be our song. Use it for the new group."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes love. Besides..." you say, coming around to face him, placing your arms around his neck and a soft kiss on his forehead, "you can always make it up to me." A sly smile spreads across your lips and mischief lights up your dark eyes.

Ji Yong looks up at you, then pulls you down; his lips graze yours. "My pleasure..."

"I should hope so..." you chuckle.

Ji Yong wraps his arms around your waist dragging you closer, trapping your legs between his.

"Not hungry?"

"Oh, I'm starving." He smirks as he lifts you onto his lap so your knees straddle his hips. His hands run through your auburn waves as he brings your head down to his, all the while trailing gentle kisses along your jawline, until he reaches your lips. His tongue flicks out and traces their shape; your press you lips against his as his hands travel down to your waist, pulling you harder against him. The kiss shifts, going from soft and light to intense. Desperate, needy, almost violent as your mouths open and your tongues meet, dancing with each other. You take his bottom lip into your mouth, sucking slightly before your teeth nip gently. You feel his groan between your teeth and lift your lashes, eyes lock onto eyes while you kiss along his neck, continuing to suck and bite, marking him as yours. Sneaking your hands under his shirt you trail your palms along his stomach and chest, stopping to to play with his tightening nipples.

"You're trying to kill me..." Ji Yong whispers, breathlessly.

"Is that a complaint?"

"Fuck no!" He opens your robe and stifles another groan. "Jesus..."

You're naked beneath the soft fabric, mocha skin pebbling against the sudden cold. "Like what you see?"

"Always." He pushes the silk off your shoulders and it slithers down your back to pool beneath you, across Ji Yong's legs. His head dips down to capture one of your breasts, tongue flicking over its sensitive centre, your arms snake up his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades, breaking skin.


His hand comes up to your right breast, massaging it, while he uses his fingers this time to bring your nipple to peak. He switches sides, using his mouth and tongue on your right breast, while the other receives the same attention from his hand and fingers. Your body arches towards him, allowing Ji Yong better access to continue.

You bring your hands down to the hem of his shirt: "you're wearing too many clothes..."

"True." He stops playing so you can pull of his shirt; he quirks one eyebrow: "better?"

"Much." You smile, " turn."

Your fingers trace his collarbone and skim along his skin towards his stomach. Your lips and tongue follow the path your fingers take, stopping at Ji Yong's chest, your tongue swirls around one nipple but instead of sucking with your mouth, you take it between your teeth, grazing lightly, just the way he likes it. Not too hard, but with just enough bite to remind him who he belongs to.

"Somebody's feeling playful," Ji Yong says through gritted teeth.


As you play, his slim magical fingers move down between your bodies and dip between your thighs.

"Don't start something you can't finish..." your murmur against his chest.

"Do I ever?" He uses his other hand to lift your chin so that you're eye-to-eye. Slipping one finger between your slit, already wet from his earlier ministrations, his pushes it into you, thumb gently making circles against your clit. You bite your lower lip and wrap your arms around his neck, hands softly clenched in his hair. Widening your legs to give his fingers more room to move, you tug on his hair until his lips are level to yours so your tongue can play with his while his fingers play with you. Ji Yong slips another finger inside you and you moan into his mouth. Your core begins to tighten and your nails claw down Ji Yong's back, he lets out a hiss against your lips and you know you've drawn blood. His fingers continue moving in and out of your slit, thumb swirling around your clit. Your eyes flutter close, teeth almost nipping Ji Yong's tongue as you try not to scream out.

"Open your eyes jagi," he growls.

Your eyes snap open as you look into his eyes, drowning in their darkness; your toes curl while you climax around Ji Yong's fingers. Half sighing, half moaning, you melt against his chest; Ji Yong brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on one, tasting you.


"Sharing is caring..." you say with a pout, eyes sparkling.

"Wanna taste?' he asks, placing his middle finger against your lips. You lick up his long digit before slipping it into your mouth, nursing it like a lollipop.

"You always like having dessert before dinner."

"It's the best part..." you snicker as you let go of his finger.

"No arguments here." Ji Yong agrees.

You slip your arms across his waist to the drawstring of his sweats. " I haven't worked up an appetite yet," you say while reaching into his pants to stroke his hard length.

"Maybe I can help with that..."

"I dunno can you?" One perfectly-shaped eyebrow arches up.

"Yes..." he chuckles, lifting your hips with one, arm, while the other hand frees his cock. He lowers you, while your hand guides his swollen tip to your entrance; with one hard thrust he's buries himself into you as you gasp and grind your pelvis down. You begin moving slowly, adjusting to his thickness, but quickly increase the pace, while Ji Yong squeezes your ass with one hand, the other arm support your waist.

"It isn't a race y'know..." he grumbles through pursed lips.

"Says the man being ridden."

"Haven't you heard of delayed satisfaction?"

" want to delay your satisfaction?" You stop moving completely, squeezing your knees agains Ji Yong's legs.

"Ssibal..." he's realized his mistake. "That's not what I meant...go as fast as you want."

"So, you don't want me to stop?"


"I'll finish on one condition," you say, wriggling against him.

"Anything...."he moans.

You lean down and whisper something in his ear. He looks up at you and grins: "deal!"

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you loosen your hold on his legs and start working your hips again, quickening your speed until you're both breathing heavily and moving in tandem.

"Jagi...I'm close"

"You know the deal."

Ji Yong crushes you against him, both hands clenching your cheeks as he cums, screaming your name out loud. Your own orgasm follows quickly, walls tightening around his length before it slips out of your wet warmth. You lean your face against Ji Yong's, noses touching, as you both gradually come down from your high. He pushes the hair stuck to your face away and kisses your forehead; your lips quirk up as your eyes meet his: "you are a good boy." Before you move off Ji Yong's lap, you slide down his legs while squeezing your inner muscles to push out some of your mingled juices, swiping with one finger to gather up the creamy liquid. You stick the finger in your mouth before he can say anything; you smile: "now I'm hungry."

He lets out a shy snigger, hand coming up to cover his mouth, in that famous endearing gesture. He turns in his chair, looking over at the table and remembers the food with a frown.

"It's gone cold by now...and you went through all that trouble."

You swing off his legs and slip back into your now wrinkled robe. You walk over to the table, pick up the iced Americano and his cold grilled cheese and kimchi—yes he likes his Mom's kimchi that much—sandwich, and bring it over to Ji Yong. 

"Looks like you have one more thing to make up for," you say with a wink, placing the cup in his hand and the plate on his workstation.

He caresses your face with the other hand: "anytime, anywhere."

--End Part One--
© Briar Rose

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