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Title: Evil Urges
Pairing: GRi(JiyongxSeungri)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, angst
Word count: 2197
Summary: Seungri's hands burn on Jiyong's sides and it's an intoxicating feeling, stronger than the alcohol already coursing through his veins. Jiyong can't help but want those hands on him everywhere.
It's Jiyong's own fault, really. He is the one who asked Seungri to come out clubbing with him. Now the guy is half-drunk, swaying his hips fervently on the dance floor. When he sees Jiyong, Seungri saunters over to him and Jiyong is a human target.
"Hyung!" Seungri shouts over the noise of the club, grabbing Jiyong's hands and pulling him along. "Dance with me!"
Jiyong stops him and downs his drink before he steps away from the bar. He laughs at Seungri's drunken enthusiasm as he's pulled to the middle of the crowd. Seungri smiles wide and Jiyong can't help but smile back.
At first, they stand a good distance apart, moving their bodies to the heavy bass pounding throughout the club. A few shoves from passer bys force them to move closer or be separated entirely, and Seungri isn't having any of that. He pulls Jiyong to him.
And then they're dancing so close, close enough that Jiyong can smell Seungri's alcohol-laced breath and expensive cologne. Every time Jiyong tries to take a step back, Seungri follows him with a step forward. It's an awkward dance and Seungri giggles with every tread.
"Come're," Seungri beckons, and pulls Jiyong forward by his torso. Jiyong gasps, a sound thankfully drowned out by surrounding noise, and stops just in time for their bodies not to connect. But they still remain so close.
Seungri's hands burn on Jiyong's sides and it's an intoxicating feeling, stronger than the alcohol already coursing through his veins. Jiyong can't help but want those hands on him everywhere. It's not an idea that's new to him either, but he's not about to admit that to anyone anytime soon. Jiyong imagines them wandering over his bare skin and he shivers involuntarily at the thought.
Jiyong shakes his head, trying to will those thoughts away. But the alcohol creates a pleasant buzz in his brain that tells him his feelings are right on track. It makes him dizzy and the music blasting doesn't help as he almost involuntarily tries to keep up with the rhythm of it.
Jiyong steadies his ever faltering body by grabbing Seungri's arms. Jiyong clings to them, fingers digging into the leather of Seungri's jacket. Not his best decision, considering his perverted thoughts, but he needs something to hold onto before he falls onto the dirty dance floor. It's then that Seungri's hands drift upwards on his back and Seungri is practically holding him up. Jiyong bites his lips and jolts at the touch.
"You okay?" Seungri asks and he is really so innocent, unable to see what he's doing to Jiyong with mere casual touches.
By chance, Jiyong missteps right after Seungri's question and trips. Seungri catches him, or rather his body does as Jiyong falls into it. There's no more space between them now and Jiyong's face burns to match the temperature of Seungri's body heat. He looks up to Seungri's concerned face but all Jiyong can see is his slightly parted lips and dark eyes. Seungri's always had good features.
They stare for long moment before Jiyong inches forward, then back, then forward again, completely unsure but wanting to kiss Seungri so badly. Suddenly, Seungri's worried gaze turns purposeful as he closes the gap between them and brushes his lips against Jiyong's once, twice.
Electricity runs through Jiyong's veins each time. It's addicting and Jiyong moves in himself for a third kiss, more assertive than before. It doesn't hit Jiyong that what they're doing, in a crowded club no less, is unacceptable until his bottom lip is in Seungri's mouth. He pushes away from Seungri abruptly.
"Oh fuck," Jiyong says as he covers his mouth. He turns on one foot and heads for the exit, shoving past a sea of bodies and firm on the idea of forgetting what just happened.
Once outside, he calls over the first cab he sees and climbs in. Before the driver can plug his address into the GPS the door to the cab is opened and Seungri is shoving him over.
"We going home?" He asks with a slur.
"I was," Jiyong says, trying to keep Seungri out of the cab. "Get your own cab."
"Why?" Seungri asks as he finally manages to push Jiyong over. The driver takes off before he can push Seungri back out. An uncomfortable silence takes over until Seungri blurts out, "It was just a kiss, hyung."
Jiyong sighs, annoyed. "No, it was a mistake."
"You don't make mistakes," Seungri comments with a smile. Jiyong scoffs at that. Seungri's too drunk for his own good. Hopefully drunk enough to forget.
When they arrive back at the apartment, Jiyong leaves the cab first, sticking Seungri with the bill. He doesn't hold the elevator as Seungri runs towards it. He makes it in time anyway. Jiyong sticks his body to the far corner of the car until they reach their floor.
"Look, just stay away from me okay?" Jiyong says firmly as Seungri follows him into the apartment. "Just go into your room, go to sleep, and forget this ever happened."
Seungri refuses with a quick "no" and a grab at Jiyong's wrist. Jiyong tries to struggle free, but the alcohol in his system leads him to be less than graceful and Seungri to be uncommonly strong. Jiyong ends up tripping onto the couch. Seungri begins to fall onto him at first before he pulls Jiyong on top of him instead.
"Jesus---fuck," Jiyong curses. Seungri giggles.
"You don't make mistakes," Seungri repeats, his giggles turning into a confident smirk. His hands hold Jiyong in place above him. They're firm and warm at Jiyong's sides.
Jiyong freezes, paralyzed by the way Seungri's fingers begin to dip just slightly underneath his clothing. Jiyong curses again.
"Tell me what you want," Seungri entices, looking sweet and pliable beneath Jiyong.
Jiyong begins to crack under pressure because Seungri looks like he wants it; like he wants everything. The little voice in the back of Jiyong's mind reminding him of all the repercussions gets smaller and smaller with each passing second.
"I want," Jiyong starts before he can stop. Seungri looks at him, waiting to please. Jiyong knows he can't do this, that he shouldn't do this. But he slides down Seungri's body all the same.
"I want to--," Jiyong mumbles as he works at Seungri's belt. He thinks maybe he can just do this once and be able to forget about it later. Just once.
Jiyong doesn't even care that Seungri isn't hard, he goes for it anyway. He takes the soft cock in his hand and drags his lips over the tip, not really a kiss. His tongue darts out for a lick and Jiyong hears a gasp above him. He works the shaft with slow, purposeful strokes and Jiyong feels Seungri start to go hard. It excites Jiyong knowing that it's because of him.
Jiyong dips down and takes the head into his mouth, just a bit, just enough to hear Seungri inhale sharply. Jiyong works his tongue around it, massaging the heated skin. He lifts up enough to properly curl his lips over his teeth and slide his mouth back down, fully encompassing the member in his mouth. He holds it there, enjoying the feel, the taste, the heat. Seungri is fully hard now and Jiyong can feel the cock twitch in his mouth.
After a moment, Jiyong finally begins moving his head up and down, sucking on the uptake. Seungri's hips start at that and Jiyong would really love it if Seungri were to fuck his mouth but if this is going to be one time, Jiyong's going to do it his way.
Jiyong sucks him wetly, the sound of it reverberating throughout the room and all too loudly in his own ears. He can barely hear Seungri's gasps and moans but every time he catches a noise from the other boy he makes an effort to suck harder, faster. He wants to hear Seungri scream, wants to hear Seungri shout his name.
Jiyong lets up for a break and runs his tongue along the shaft, smoothing it up and down from base to tip and back again. It's then that fingers curl into his hair, pushing him down, begging him to use his mouth like before. Jiyong caves easily, forgets the foreplay he had intended and gets back to business.
He sucks faster than before, his spit slicking the slide. Seungri's hips come off the couch again and Jiyong has to push them back down firmly. Jiyong comes up for a breath again because breathing through his nose just isn't the same and it's not like he's had much experience at this. And even though he wants to continue, it's starting to hurt his jaw a bit.
Jiyong backs off, just enough, and starts sucking at the head while his hand fists the shaft at a quick pace. This is much easier and Seungri moans just as loud.
"Gonna come," Seungri warns and Jiyong gives him a few more hard sucks before he lets Seungri's cock slip from his mouth. He won't be able to taste him on the back of his tongue anyway. He works Seungri for a few more strokes before Seungri lets out a rough sigh and shudders.
Of course Jiyong opens his mouth for it. He feels Seungri's come shoot into his mouth over and over till the last few drops hit his chin and then it's over. Jiyong swallows it all, he even darts his tongue out to catch the drops that had missed. He's wondered for so long, too long, just how Seungri would taste.
Jiyong sits up and his eyes meet Seungri's glazed over ones and the realization of what he's just done hits him like a truck.
Jiyong scurries from the couch, tripping on his own two feet as he runs to the bathroom. He slams the door before grabbing for his toothbrush. He needs to scrub his mouth out. He needs to forget.
He brushes trying to rid of the taste that he can still remember all too vividly. The firm erection in his too-tight pants doesn't help either. Jiyong tries to will it away as he spits out the foam and rinses his mouth clean. All he can taste is peppermint but the memory is still there.
"Fuck," Jiyong curses and reaches for his zipper. Maybe if he just took care of this then he could forget.
Jiyong takes a hold of his erection and moves his wrist at a hurrying pace, not trying to enjoy it as much as he wants to because he shouldn't enjoy it at all, not like this.
He folds his body over the sink, not caring if the sleeves from his Galliano jacket were getting wet. The shame he felt was replaced with pleasure in his hand, working his dick like he was some teenage boy trying to pump one out before his parents got home. Everything came down to the urgency to rid of this feeling.
The memory of Seungri's cock in his mouth strikes him again sharply and then he's coming onto his own hand, onto the floor, groaning with the pleasure it gives him.
When his lust-clouded mind clears the reminder of what he's done doesn't go away. The way Seungri moaned for it, how his body shook, the heat of his cock on Jiyong's tongue, the way he tasted---
"Fuck," Jiyong curses again because he's becoming aroused all fucking over again. He angrily tucks himself away and cleans up. He's disgusted with himself as he wipes his come from the floor. He's sick, twisted, and worst of all he enjoyed every fucking minute of it.
When Jiyong leaves the bathroom, Seungri is gone, thankfully. Jiyong retreats to his own room, hoping that he's tired enough to sleep for fifteen hours. He can't stand being awake right now, not when the same images flood his mind every seven seconds.
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Jiyong runs into Seungri on his way to the bathroom the next morning and he's so shell shocked by the boy's appearance that he runs into the couch while trying to retreat.
"Hyung--."
"It's fine! I'm fine!" Jiyong calls before slamming the door to his room. He lied, nothing is fine. Nothing from the throbbing pain in his thigh to the way he can't even look Seungri in the eyes. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit."
There's a knock at his door and a calling of his name. Jiyong doesn't answer as the knocking becomes more forceful with each passing second.
"We need to talk--"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Please talk to me--"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Hyung!"
Knock, knock, knock!
Silence falls in the apartment and Jiyong's bruised thigh still stings. He distantly hears the sound of footsteps retreating after a long moment. He sighs long and shaky when Seungri is gone and sinks into his bed.
Seungri's words repeat in his mind over and over again, "You don't make mistakes."
Jiyong scoffs at them all over again, a sarcastic smile on his face as he rubs his forehead.
If it wasn't a mistake then why did he feel so remorseful?
ok this is kinda sad, buuut. this came about from my own damn prompt I posted on kpopfickink a long ass time ago that no one filled!! the idea kept bugging me so I decided to write it. cries no one filled out any of my requests on that meme. anywho~ this is just porn for porn's sake, so.. unbeta'd. but if you'd like to leave some crit I am more than welcomed to it!! comments also loved~
Pairing: GRi(JiyongxSeungri)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, angst
Word count: 2197
Summary: Seungri's hands burn on Jiyong's sides and it's an intoxicating feeling, stronger than the alcohol already coursing through his veins. Jiyong can't help but want those hands on him everywhere.
It's Jiyong's own fault, really. He is the one who asked Seungri to come out clubbing with him. Now the guy is half-drunk, swaying his hips fervently on the dance floor. When he sees Jiyong, Seungri saunters over to him and Jiyong is a human target.
"Hyung!" Seungri shouts over the noise of the club, grabbing Jiyong's hands and pulling him along. "Dance with me!"
Jiyong stops him and downs his drink before he steps away from the bar. He laughs at Seungri's drunken enthusiasm as he's pulled to the middle of the crowd. Seungri smiles wide and Jiyong can't help but smile back.
At first, they stand a good distance apart, moving their bodies to the heavy bass pounding throughout the club. A few shoves from passer bys force them to move closer or be separated entirely, and Seungri isn't having any of that. He pulls Jiyong to him.
And then they're dancing so close, close enough that Jiyong can smell Seungri's alcohol-laced breath and expensive cologne. Every time Jiyong tries to take a step back, Seungri follows him with a step forward. It's an awkward dance and Seungri giggles with every tread.
"Come're," Seungri beckons, and pulls Jiyong forward by his torso. Jiyong gasps, a sound thankfully drowned out by surrounding noise, and stops just in time for their bodies not to connect. But they still remain so close.
Seungri's hands burn on Jiyong's sides and it's an intoxicating feeling, stronger than the alcohol already coursing through his veins. Jiyong can't help but want those hands on him everywhere. It's not an idea that's new to him either, but he's not about to admit that to anyone anytime soon. Jiyong imagines them wandering over his bare skin and he shivers involuntarily at the thought.
Jiyong shakes his head, trying to will those thoughts away. But the alcohol creates a pleasant buzz in his brain that tells him his feelings are right on track. It makes him dizzy and the music blasting doesn't help as he almost involuntarily tries to keep up with the rhythm of it.
Jiyong steadies his ever faltering body by grabbing Seungri's arms. Jiyong clings to them, fingers digging into the leather of Seungri's jacket. Not his best decision, considering his perverted thoughts, but he needs something to hold onto before he falls onto the dirty dance floor. It's then that Seungri's hands drift upwards on his back and Seungri is practically holding him up. Jiyong bites his lips and jolts at the touch.
"You okay?" Seungri asks and he is really so innocent, unable to see what he's doing to Jiyong with mere casual touches.
By chance, Jiyong missteps right after Seungri's question and trips. Seungri catches him, or rather his body does as Jiyong falls into it. There's no more space between them now and Jiyong's face burns to match the temperature of Seungri's body heat. He looks up to Seungri's concerned face but all Jiyong can see is his slightly parted lips and dark eyes. Seungri's always had good features.
They stare for long moment before Jiyong inches forward, then back, then forward again, completely unsure but wanting to kiss Seungri so badly. Suddenly, Seungri's worried gaze turns purposeful as he closes the gap between them and brushes his lips against Jiyong's once, twice.
Electricity runs through Jiyong's veins each time. It's addicting and Jiyong moves in himself for a third kiss, more assertive than before. It doesn't hit Jiyong that what they're doing, in a crowded club no less, is unacceptable until his bottom lip is in Seungri's mouth. He pushes away from Seungri abruptly.
"Oh fuck," Jiyong says as he covers his mouth. He turns on one foot and heads for the exit, shoving past a sea of bodies and firm on the idea of forgetting what just happened.
Once outside, he calls over the first cab he sees and climbs in. Before the driver can plug his address into the GPS the door to the cab is opened and Seungri is shoving him over.
"We going home?" He asks with a slur.
"I was," Jiyong says, trying to keep Seungri out of the cab. "Get your own cab."
"Why?" Seungri asks as he finally manages to push Jiyong over. The driver takes off before he can push Seungri back out. An uncomfortable silence takes over until Seungri blurts out, "It was just a kiss, hyung."
Jiyong sighs, annoyed. "No, it was a mistake."
"You don't make mistakes," Seungri comments with a smile. Jiyong scoffs at that. Seungri's too drunk for his own good. Hopefully drunk enough to forget.
When they arrive back at the apartment, Jiyong leaves the cab first, sticking Seungri with the bill. He doesn't hold the elevator as Seungri runs towards it. He makes it in time anyway. Jiyong sticks his body to the far corner of the car until they reach their floor.
"Look, just stay away from me okay?" Jiyong says firmly as Seungri follows him into the apartment. "Just go into your room, go to sleep, and forget this ever happened."
Seungri refuses with a quick "no" and a grab at Jiyong's wrist. Jiyong tries to struggle free, but the alcohol in his system leads him to be less than graceful and Seungri to be uncommonly strong. Jiyong ends up tripping onto the couch. Seungri begins to fall onto him at first before he pulls Jiyong on top of him instead.
"Jesus---fuck," Jiyong curses. Seungri giggles.
"You don't make mistakes," Seungri repeats, his giggles turning into a confident smirk. His hands hold Jiyong in place above him. They're firm and warm at Jiyong's sides.
Jiyong freezes, paralyzed by the way Seungri's fingers begin to dip just slightly underneath his clothing. Jiyong curses again.
"Tell me what you want," Seungri entices, looking sweet and pliable beneath Jiyong.
Jiyong begins to crack under pressure because Seungri looks like he wants it; like he wants everything. The little voice in the back of Jiyong's mind reminding him of all the repercussions gets smaller and smaller with each passing second.
"I want," Jiyong starts before he can stop. Seungri looks at him, waiting to please. Jiyong knows he can't do this, that he shouldn't do this. But he slides down Seungri's body all the same.
"I want to--," Jiyong mumbles as he works at Seungri's belt. He thinks maybe he can just do this once and be able to forget about it later. Just once.
Jiyong doesn't even care that Seungri isn't hard, he goes for it anyway. He takes the soft cock in his hand and drags his lips over the tip, not really a kiss. His tongue darts out for a lick and Jiyong hears a gasp above him. He works the shaft with slow, purposeful strokes and Jiyong feels Seungri start to go hard. It excites Jiyong knowing that it's because of him.
Jiyong dips down and takes the head into his mouth, just a bit, just enough to hear Seungri inhale sharply. Jiyong works his tongue around it, massaging the heated skin. He lifts up enough to properly curl his lips over his teeth and slide his mouth back down, fully encompassing the member in his mouth. He holds it there, enjoying the feel, the taste, the heat. Seungri is fully hard now and Jiyong can feel the cock twitch in his mouth.
After a moment, Jiyong finally begins moving his head up and down, sucking on the uptake. Seungri's hips start at that and Jiyong would really love it if Seungri were to fuck his mouth but if this is going to be one time, Jiyong's going to do it his way.
Jiyong sucks him wetly, the sound of it reverberating throughout the room and all too loudly in his own ears. He can barely hear Seungri's gasps and moans but every time he catches a noise from the other boy he makes an effort to suck harder, faster. He wants to hear Seungri scream, wants to hear Seungri shout his name.
Jiyong lets up for a break and runs his tongue along the shaft, smoothing it up and down from base to tip and back again. It's then that fingers curl into his hair, pushing him down, begging him to use his mouth like before. Jiyong caves easily, forgets the foreplay he had intended and gets back to business.
He sucks faster than before, his spit slicking the slide. Seungri's hips come off the couch again and Jiyong has to push them back down firmly. Jiyong comes up for a breath again because breathing through his nose just isn't the same and it's not like he's had much experience at this. And even though he wants to continue, it's starting to hurt his jaw a bit.
Jiyong backs off, just enough, and starts sucking at the head while his hand fists the shaft at a quick pace. This is much easier and Seungri moans just as loud.
"Gonna come," Seungri warns and Jiyong gives him a few more hard sucks before he lets Seungri's cock slip from his mouth. He won't be able to taste him on the back of his tongue anyway. He works Seungri for a few more strokes before Seungri lets out a rough sigh and shudders.
Of course Jiyong opens his mouth for it. He feels Seungri's come shoot into his mouth over and over till the last few drops hit his chin and then it's over. Jiyong swallows it all, he even darts his tongue out to catch the drops that had missed. He's wondered for so long, too long, just how Seungri would taste.
Jiyong sits up and his eyes meet Seungri's glazed over ones and the realization of what he's just done hits him like a truck.
Jiyong scurries from the couch, tripping on his own two feet as he runs to the bathroom. He slams the door before grabbing for his toothbrush. He needs to scrub his mouth out. He needs to forget.
He brushes trying to rid of the taste that he can still remember all too vividly. The firm erection in his too-tight pants doesn't help either. Jiyong tries to will it away as he spits out the foam and rinses his mouth clean. All he can taste is peppermint but the memory is still there.
"Fuck," Jiyong curses and reaches for his zipper. Maybe if he just took care of this then he could forget.
Jiyong takes a hold of his erection and moves his wrist at a hurrying pace, not trying to enjoy it as much as he wants to because he shouldn't enjoy it at all, not like this.
He folds his body over the sink, not caring if the sleeves from his Galliano jacket were getting wet. The shame he felt was replaced with pleasure in his hand, working his dick like he was some teenage boy trying to pump one out before his parents got home. Everything came down to the urgency to rid of this feeling.
The memory of Seungri's cock in his mouth strikes him again sharply and then he's coming onto his own hand, onto the floor, groaning with the pleasure it gives him.
When his lust-clouded mind clears the reminder of what he's done doesn't go away. The way Seungri moaned for it, how his body shook, the heat of his cock on Jiyong's tongue, the way he tasted---
"Fuck," Jiyong curses again because he's becoming aroused all fucking over again. He angrily tucks himself away and cleans up. He's disgusted with himself as he wipes his come from the floor. He's sick, twisted, and worst of all he enjoyed every fucking minute of it.
When Jiyong leaves the bathroom, Seungri is gone, thankfully. Jiyong retreats to his own room, hoping that he's tired enough to sleep for fifteen hours. He can't stand being awake right now, not when the same images flood his mind every seven seconds.
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Jiyong runs into Seungri on his way to the bathroom the next morning and he's so shell shocked by the boy's appearance that he runs into the couch while trying to retreat.
"Hyung--."
"It's fine! I'm fine!" Jiyong calls before slamming the door to his room. He lied, nothing is fine. Nothing from the throbbing pain in his thigh to the way he can't even look Seungri in the eyes. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit."
There's a knock at his door and a calling of his name. Jiyong doesn't answer as the knocking becomes more forceful with each passing second.
"We need to talk--"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Please talk to me--"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Hyung!"
Knock, knock, knock!
Silence falls in the apartment and Jiyong's bruised thigh still stings. He distantly hears the sound of footsteps retreating after a long moment. He sighs long and shaky when Seungri is gone and sinks into his bed.
Seungri's words repeat in his mind over and over again, "You don't make mistakes."
Jiyong scoffs at them all over again, a sarcastic smile on his face as he rubs his forehead.
If it wasn't a mistake then why did he feel so remorseful?
ok this is kinda sad, buuut. this came about from my own damn prompt I posted on kpopfickink a long ass time ago that no one filled!! the idea kept bugging me so I decided to write it. cries no one filled out any of my requests on that meme. anywho~ this is just porn for porn's sake, so.. unbeta'd. but if you'd like to leave some crit I am more than welcomed to it!! comments also loved~