In the Wrong
Title: "In the Wrong" 1/10
Author:Andie
Rating: NC-17 That's right, there's smut here people!
Genre: Angsty-Smut (for right now)
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
~*~
Trying to control Jiyong was like putting a leash on a hurricane. It would only serve to pull you into it’s destructive path in the end. But little Seunghyun was never good with rules or restrictions, and he could only hold off Ji’s long stares and disarming smiles for so long. He wasn’t made of stone for goodness sakes. He was teenage boy with hormones and needs. So when Ji snuck into his bed and slowly ran his hand lowerlowerlower down his stomach, he just rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
Feather kisses flitted along his jaw line while a rough hand stroked up and down his length. Seungri moaned before a raspy whisper blew across his ear.
“Sssh maknae. You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” He shook his head to comply so Jiyong wouldn’t stop doing that little twist with his hand. But, really, he didn’t care if Youngbae burst though the door in tutu. “If they find out, we have to stop, you understand that, right?” He nodded as Ji slid two fingers into his mouth.
“Suck.” Ri ran his tongue around the digits obediently. Jiyong smirked and pulled them from his mouth when they were wet with a pop. Before he could asked what Jiyong was doing he felt the fingers rubbing against his hole. His eyes widened. He wasn’t going to…
“Have you ever done this before, Ri?” He blushed and turned his head. Jiyong knew he hadn’t. The leader just leered at his innocence and slid one finger in slowly. Seungri shifted against the intrusion. It felt…weird. Before he was used to the first, Ji added a second slicked finger and scissored them inside the maknae.
“Hyung…s-stop.” His voice was so shaky it surprised him. Jiyong tightened the hand on his cock and slid a third finger inside. Slowly he leaned over and licked the tip.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Seungri-ah?” His breath was hot against his length. As he lowered his mouth to take him in, Ri would have agreed to anything.
“N-no.” Jiyong rocked the fingers in and out as he bobbed up and down his cock. The tight heat surrounding him was amazing. Seungri didn’t know how anything could be better until Jiyong shifted his fingers and a shock jolted his whole body.
“A-ah! Mmm, hyung! Wha-what was that? How did you-?” Jiyong released him and laughed. Gently he removed his fingers and pulled Ri up onto his knees.
“That was just a taste. Do you want me to do it again?” Ji slid his pants off and onto the floor as Seungri watched. “Because it’s going to feel so much better once I’m inside you.”
Panic suddenly filled his stomach as he watched Jiyong stroke himself. That was going to go inside-? Oh hell no.
“No way! It’s not going to fit!” He whispered harshly. Shuffling backwards he almost made it to the headboard before Jiyong grabbed his hair and knelt to push them flush together. His lips were soft and rough at the same time and he kissed him possessively. Jiyong rolled their hips against each other and Seungri moaned into his mouth. Ji released his hair and pulled back.
“It will if it’s slick enough.” He heard him murmur before he pushed Ri onto his hands and knees in front of his cock. Jiyong slid his fingers back into his hair and led his mouth onto his length. It was salty and Ri didn’t know what to do besides copy what Ji had done to him. Unsure, he slowly swirled his tongue around the length and sucked softly. He heard Ji moan and felt the hand on his hair tighten. Gradually he picked up his pace and sucked harder. He felt Jiyong’s hips push more and more into his mouth until he was pulled off with a growl.
Jiyong flipped him face first onto the bed and tugged at his hips until he up onto this knees with only his ass in the air and his face flat on the bed.. It was an awkward position to hold, but as Jiyong slid a soft hand over the small of his back and said. “You look so gorgeous like this.” he knew he could hold out. He felt something much larger than the fingers pushing at his entrance and tensed up for the intrusion.
“You have to relax, Ri. It’s going to hurt more if you tense up.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. Jiyong moaned low in his throat as he slowly pushed in.
He tried to force his body to calm down, but as Jiyong pushed into him he clenched on reflex. It felt like someone was tearing apart his insides and Ri let out a sob as pain assaulted him. Fire licked it’s way up his body.
“Hyung…” He whimpered, tears falling onto the sheets, “It hurts, hyung.”
“Sshh, maknae. It’s ok. It’ll feel better soon.” He murmured, and Seungri knew he was trying hard to hold onto his will power. Seungri quietly buried his head in the sheets so Jiyong couldn’t hear him cry. He wished he could tell Jiyong to stop, but as he heard him moan, he knew the leader was actually enjoying himself. He could hold out it if meant Ji was happy. A sob escaped as he thrust in harder and Ji stopped moving.
“Damnnit.” Jiyong swore before he shakily pulled out. Seungri lifted his head, to look at he leader. His tear stained face made Jiyong‘s cock throb. He shook his head in an apology. “I’m sorry Ri. I know it hurts, but I just can’t wait anymore.”
All thoughts left his mind as Jiyong shifted and pushed back in with more force. But as Ri tensed to feel the same burning, Jiyong nudged something that sent a jolt ten times more powerful than before crashing over him.
“Oh god.” He moaned, gripping the sheets between his fingers. “Again!”
He heard Jiyong laugh something that sounded like ‘finally’ behind him. Roughly, he pulled his hips up to meet his thrusts. Seungri clenched and unclenched as the waves of pleasure flowed over him, making the pain disappear.
“Ha-harder, Ji” He groaned and Jiyong almost faltered at the sheer neediness in his voice before he smirked and angled his hips to hit that spot over and over. “Mmm, hyung!” He felt pressure building as he was slammed into and before he could even touch himself, he felt Jiyong reach around and stroke him tightly.
“You are so tight, Ri.” He moaned. His hips snapped harder into little Seunghyun. “I can’t last must longer. Are you close?” Seungri could barely do more than moan, but managed to nod his head as Ji twisted his hand that way.
“So close. So beautiful, Ri.” Jiyong murmured over and over and he plunged as hard as he could into the maknae. His words flowed over his skin like fire and went straight to his cock. Seungri felt pleasure explode and his vision turned white as he came in Ji’s hand, his words echoed in his head. “My Ri. My beautiful Ri.”
~*~
The next morning Seungri wasn’t surprised to find that Ji was no where to be found. The other side of his bed wasn’t even warm any longer so he knew he’d left in the early morning. Rolling over, Ri, sighed and climbed out of bed. It would be ok. They hadn’t made promises or anything. Still a steady feeling of hurt crept across his chest no matter how hard he tried to push it away.
He stumbled tiredly into the kitchen to find Youngbae making eggs and Seunghyun reading the paper with a cup of coffee steaming on the table in front of him.
“G’moning“. Daesung’s singsong voice rang out from behind him as the older boy slid into the kitchen. He was fully dressed and was quickly sliding his phone and keys into his pockets. The other’s mumbled their morning replies with much less flair. Seungri looked around as he waited for his eggs and found Jiyong’s coffee mug in the dryer. So, he’d had his coffee and gone already.
“Does anyone know where Jiyong-hyung is?” He asked as he gingerly slid into his chair at the table. Seunghyun glanced up from the paper before he went back to reading. His eyes shot back up when he noticed his lack of dress. Youngbae turned around to answer and nearly dropped the skillet when he saw him still in his pajamas. Daesung’s eyes widened and he immediately grabbed his arm.
“Ri, why are you still-” He was cut off by an angry voice that commanded attention.
“Why are you not ready maknae!?” Seungri’s eyes snapped to the door where their leader stood with eyes blazing. His voice was harsh and the others winced at his tone. Seungri stared in disbelief. Jiyong rarely yelled at him at home. It was always saved for the cameras and radio shows that loved to see the leader pick on the maknae. It was only when he was stressed or when someone really screwed up that he rose his voice to anyone. “We have to leave for the KBS station in ten minutes!”
Seungri opened his mouth to reply but Jiyong stormed over and ripped him out of his chair. He was so shocked he didn’t even complain about the rough treatment as he was forcibly pulled down the hall into his room. The leader shut the door and pushed him onto the bed.
“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” Jiyong questioned as he stormed over to his closet and pulled out pants and various shirts “Are you trying to make me angry? To make us all look bad?” He muttered as he threw shirt after shirt into what must have been the ‘hell no’ pile.
Seungri watched his favorite shirt soar across the room with distracted eyes. “ Hyung, I swear no one told me about the show today!”
Jiyong stopped flipping though the closet to glare at him. “No one should have to tell you your own schedule, maknae.” He grabbed a graphic tee blindly and threw it at Ri. “If you’re old enough to drink, you’re old enough to buy a fucking planner.”
Seungri’s eyes widened in disbelief. Where had all that come from? How did it go from gasping under the covers the night before to a full out lecture the next morning. He wasn’t a child. He was capable of keeping his own schedule (sometimes) and picking out his own clothes (though Jiyong did have a better fashion sense) and he most certainly didn’t need someone only a few years older than him lecturing like he was his father. He stood up and threw the shirt to the ground.
“Jiyong, c’mon! Stop treating me like I‘m a little kid”
Jiyong selected a pair of jeans from the pile and clenched them in his hand. He turned quickly and his eyes flared.
“It’s hyung, maknae! And until you can keep track of your own damn life then you’re going to get treated like a child.” He snapped as he shoved skinny jeans into Seungri’s hands. Jiyong sighed heatedly when he made no move to start changing. “Get dressed!” he ordered. Seungri didn’t move until Ji threw up his hands and stormed out to get Youngbae.
With barely subdued anger, he called out just as Jiyong reached the door.
“Don’t you think if I’m old enough to get fucked then I’m old enough to decide what I want to wear, hyung“
Jiyong stopped immediately. He could see the leaders back tense up and his fists clench. The room turned deathly silent and Seungri instantly regretted his words.
“Don’t speak so flippantly about something that could ruin everything for us all, Seungri.” His voice was quiet but firm as steel. He had never heard that tone before and it sent shivers down his spine. Guilt and panic rushed at him in waves. Hastily he picked up the jeans and tee shirt Jiyong had picked for him.
“I’ll be ready in 5 minutes, hyungnim.” He breathed, throwing the shirt over his head to prove it.
Jiyong nodded almost imperceptibly and breezed from the room. As soon as he was gone Seungri sunk back down to his bed. His head hung low as he breathed heavily. How come he always found a way to make every situation ten times worse? He didn’t understand how Jiyong could still stand to always be around him. He rubbed his hands over his face in irritation. How was it that only Jiyong could find a way to break the confidence that surrounded him.
Quickly he slithered into his jeans and ran some gel through his hair. With tired eyes he looked into the mirror and tried to pull up a smile. Usually it took a few tries to get one that reached his eyes. On his fifth try he felt a hand on his arm. He looked to his right and saw Jiyong peering at him with an unreadable look.
“It’s time to go.” His voice was quiet and Seungri felt bad for being the cause of it. He nodded and grabbed his jacket from the closet. He tried to think back and figure what he had done that had changed Jiyong from the man moaning his name last night, to the one barely able to look at him. He racked his brain but couldn’t find exactly what he’d done to make Jiyong so angry. Shrugging his coat on he followed the leader to the door where the others were waiting with anxious looks. It seem like their fight had infected the whole house hold. He smiled and tried to pretend it was just like any other morning.
“Geez, who died? It‘s like a funeral in here!” His horrible joke earned a few eye rolls and a punch in the arm from Seunghyun but the air felt lighter. Daesung led the group out the door with his boisterous laughter while Youngbae and Seunghyun followed smirking at his childish behavior. He smiled and turned to Jiyong to share their usual look of ‘oh lord, why do we put up with them’ but Jiyong’s ice cold eyes wiped the smile off his face.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” he asked, fearing what the reply might be.
“You act so cheap, Ri.” Seungri’s eyes widened as a horrible feeling clutched at his chest. “It’s no wonder they cut you from the programs. Try not to embarrass us today.” Jiyong breezed past him to follow the others as Seungri’s heart pounded in his ears.
Embarrass…
But he tried so hard to come up with good bits to make their shows entertaining. He even let the others tease him about things that made him uncomfortable to make the fans laugh. Shaking his head he headed to the van with his head down. He tried so hard…
So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
Author:Andie
Rating: NC-17 That's right, there's smut here people!
Genre: Angsty-Smut (for right now)
Summary: Seungri tried so hard. So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue
~*~
Trying to control Jiyong was like putting a leash on a hurricane. It would only serve to pull you into it’s destructive path in the end. But little Seunghyun was never good with rules or restrictions, and he could only hold off Ji’s long stares and disarming smiles for so long. He wasn’t made of stone for goodness sakes. He was teenage boy with hormones and needs. So when Ji snuck into his bed and slowly ran his hand lowerlowerlower down his stomach, he just rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
Feather kisses flitted along his jaw line while a rough hand stroked up and down his length. Seungri moaned before a raspy whisper blew across his ear.
“Sssh maknae. You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” He shook his head to comply so Jiyong wouldn’t stop doing that little twist with his hand. But, really, he didn’t care if Youngbae burst though the door in tutu. “If they find out, we have to stop, you understand that, right?” He nodded as Ji slid two fingers into his mouth.
“Suck.” Ri ran his tongue around the digits obediently. Jiyong smirked and pulled them from his mouth when they were wet with a pop. Before he could asked what Jiyong was doing he felt the fingers rubbing against his hole. His eyes widened. He wasn’t going to…
“Have you ever done this before, Ri?” He blushed and turned his head. Jiyong knew he hadn’t. The leader just leered at his innocence and slid one finger in slowly. Seungri shifted against the intrusion. It felt…weird. Before he was used to the first, Ji added a second slicked finger and scissored them inside the maknae.
“Hyung…s-stop.” His voice was so shaky it surprised him. Jiyong tightened the hand on his cock and slid a third finger inside. Slowly he leaned over and licked the tip.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Seungri-ah?” His breath was hot against his length. As he lowered his mouth to take him in, Ri would have agreed to anything.
“N-no.” Jiyong rocked the fingers in and out as he bobbed up and down his cock. The tight heat surrounding him was amazing. Seungri didn’t know how anything could be better until Jiyong shifted his fingers and a shock jolted his whole body.
“A-ah! Mmm, hyung! Wha-what was that? How did you-?” Jiyong released him and laughed. Gently he removed his fingers and pulled Ri up onto his knees.
“That was just a taste. Do you want me to do it again?” Ji slid his pants off and onto the floor as Seungri watched. “Because it’s going to feel so much better once I’m inside you.”
Panic suddenly filled his stomach as he watched Jiyong stroke himself. That was going to go inside-? Oh hell no.
“No way! It’s not going to fit!” He whispered harshly. Shuffling backwards he almost made it to the headboard before Jiyong grabbed his hair and knelt to push them flush together. His lips were soft and rough at the same time and he kissed him possessively. Jiyong rolled their hips against each other and Seungri moaned into his mouth. Ji released his hair and pulled back.
“It will if it’s slick enough.” He heard him murmur before he pushed Ri onto his hands and knees in front of his cock. Jiyong slid his fingers back into his hair and led his mouth onto his length. It was salty and Ri didn’t know what to do besides copy what Ji had done to him. Unsure, he slowly swirled his tongue around the length and sucked softly. He heard Ji moan and felt the hand on his hair tighten. Gradually he picked up his pace and sucked harder. He felt Jiyong’s hips push more and more into his mouth until he was pulled off with a growl.
Jiyong flipped him face first onto the bed and tugged at his hips until he up onto this knees with only his ass in the air and his face flat on the bed.. It was an awkward position to hold, but as Jiyong slid a soft hand over the small of his back and said. “You look so gorgeous like this.” he knew he could hold out. He felt something much larger than the fingers pushing at his entrance and tensed up for the intrusion.
“You have to relax, Ri. It’s going to hurt more if you tense up.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows and nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. Jiyong moaned low in his throat as he slowly pushed in.
He tried to force his body to calm down, but as Jiyong pushed into him he clenched on reflex. It felt like someone was tearing apart his insides and Ri let out a sob as pain assaulted him. Fire licked it’s way up his body.
“Hyung…” He whimpered, tears falling onto the sheets, “It hurts, hyung.”
“Sshh, maknae. It’s ok. It’ll feel better soon.” He murmured, and Seungri knew he was trying hard to hold onto his will power. Seungri quietly buried his head in the sheets so Jiyong couldn’t hear him cry. He wished he could tell Jiyong to stop, but as he heard him moan, he knew the leader was actually enjoying himself. He could hold out it if meant Ji was happy. A sob escaped as he thrust in harder and Ji stopped moving.
“Damnnit.” Jiyong swore before he shakily pulled out. Seungri lifted his head, to look at he leader. His tear stained face made Jiyong‘s cock throb. He shook his head in an apology. “I’m sorry Ri. I know it hurts, but I just can’t wait anymore.”
All thoughts left his mind as Jiyong shifted and pushed back in with more force. But as Ri tensed to feel the same burning, Jiyong nudged something that sent a jolt ten times more powerful than before crashing over him.
“Oh god.” He moaned, gripping the sheets between his fingers. “Again!”
He heard Jiyong laugh something that sounded like ‘finally’ behind him. Roughly, he pulled his hips up to meet his thrusts. Seungri clenched and unclenched as the waves of pleasure flowed over him, making the pain disappear.
“Ha-harder, Ji” He groaned and Jiyong almost faltered at the sheer neediness in his voice before he smirked and angled his hips to hit that spot over and over. “Mmm, hyung!” He felt pressure building as he was slammed into and before he could even touch himself, he felt Jiyong reach around and stroke him tightly.
“You are so tight, Ri.” He moaned. His hips snapped harder into little Seunghyun. “I can’t last must longer. Are you close?” Seungri could barely do more than moan, but managed to nod his head as Ji twisted his hand that way.
“So close. So beautiful, Ri.” Jiyong murmured over and over and he plunged as hard as he could into the maknae. His words flowed over his skin like fire and went straight to his cock. Seungri felt pleasure explode and his vision turned white as he came in Ji’s hand, his words echoed in his head. “My Ri. My beautiful Ri.”
~*~
The next morning Seungri wasn’t surprised to find that Ji was no where to be found. The other side of his bed wasn’t even warm any longer so he knew he’d left in the early morning. Rolling over, Ri, sighed and climbed out of bed. It would be ok. They hadn’t made promises or anything. Still a steady feeling of hurt crept across his chest no matter how hard he tried to push it away.
He stumbled tiredly into the kitchen to find Youngbae making eggs and Seunghyun reading the paper with a cup of coffee steaming on the table in front of him.
“G’moning“. Daesung’s singsong voice rang out from behind him as the older boy slid into the kitchen. He was fully dressed and was quickly sliding his phone and keys into his pockets. The other’s mumbled their morning replies with much less flair. Seungri looked around as he waited for his eggs and found Jiyong’s coffee mug in the dryer. So, he’d had his coffee and gone already.
“Does anyone know where Jiyong-hyung is?” He asked as he gingerly slid into his chair at the table. Seunghyun glanced up from the paper before he went back to reading. His eyes shot back up when he noticed his lack of dress. Youngbae turned around to answer and nearly dropped the skillet when he saw him still in his pajamas. Daesung’s eyes widened and he immediately grabbed his arm.
“Ri, why are you still-” He was cut off by an angry voice that commanded attention.
“Why are you not ready maknae!?” Seungri’s eyes snapped to the door where their leader stood with eyes blazing. His voice was harsh and the others winced at his tone. Seungri stared in disbelief. Jiyong rarely yelled at him at home. It was always saved for the cameras and radio shows that loved to see the leader pick on the maknae. It was only when he was stressed or when someone really screwed up that he rose his voice to anyone. “We have to leave for the KBS station in ten minutes!”
Seungri opened his mouth to reply but Jiyong stormed over and ripped him out of his chair. He was so shocked he didn’t even complain about the rough treatment as he was forcibly pulled down the hall into his room. The leader shut the door and pushed him onto the bed.
“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” Jiyong questioned as he stormed over to his closet and pulled out pants and various shirts “Are you trying to make me angry? To make us all look bad?” He muttered as he threw shirt after shirt into what must have been the ‘hell no’ pile.
Seungri watched his favorite shirt soar across the room with distracted eyes. “ Hyung, I swear no one told me about the show today!”
Jiyong stopped flipping though the closet to glare at him. “No one should have to tell you your own schedule, maknae.” He grabbed a graphic tee blindly and threw it at Ri. “If you’re old enough to drink, you’re old enough to buy a fucking planner.”
Seungri’s eyes widened in disbelief. Where had all that come from? How did it go from gasping under the covers the night before to a full out lecture the next morning. He wasn’t a child. He was capable of keeping his own schedule (sometimes) and picking out his own clothes (though Jiyong did have a better fashion sense) and he most certainly didn’t need someone only a few years older than him lecturing like he was his father. He stood up and threw the shirt to the ground.
“Jiyong, c’mon! Stop treating me like I‘m a little kid”
Jiyong selected a pair of jeans from the pile and clenched them in his hand. He turned quickly and his eyes flared.
“It’s hyung, maknae! And until you can keep track of your own damn life then you’re going to get treated like a child.” He snapped as he shoved skinny jeans into Seungri’s hands. Jiyong sighed heatedly when he made no move to start changing. “Get dressed!” he ordered. Seungri didn’t move until Ji threw up his hands and stormed out to get Youngbae.
With barely subdued anger, he called out just as Jiyong reached the door.
“Don’t you think if I’m old enough to get fucked then I’m old enough to decide what I want to wear, hyung“
Jiyong stopped immediately. He could see the leaders back tense up and his fists clench. The room turned deathly silent and Seungri instantly regretted his words.
“Don’t speak so flippantly about something that could ruin everything for us all, Seungri.” His voice was quiet but firm as steel. He had never heard that tone before and it sent shivers down his spine. Guilt and panic rushed at him in waves. Hastily he picked up the jeans and tee shirt Jiyong had picked for him.
“I’ll be ready in 5 minutes, hyungnim.” He breathed, throwing the shirt over his head to prove it.
Jiyong nodded almost imperceptibly and breezed from the room. As soon as he was gone Seungri sunk back down to his bed. His head hung low as he breathed heavily. How come he always found a way to make every situation ten times worse? He didn’t understand how Jiyong could still stand to always be around him. He rubbed his hands over his face in irritation. How was it that only Jiyong could find a way to break the confidence that surrounded him.
Quickly he slithered into his jeans and ran some gel through his hair. With tired eyes he looked into the mirror and tried to pull up a smile. Usually it took a few tries to get one that reached his eyes. On his fifth try he felt a hand on his arm. He looked to his right and saw Jiyong peering at him with an unreadable look.
“It’s time to go.” His voice was quiet and Seungri felt bad for being the cause of it. He nodded and grabbed his jacket from the closet. He tried to think back and figure what he had done that had changed Jiyong from the man moaning his name last night, to the one barely able to look at him. He racked his brain but couldn’t find exactly what he’d done to make Jiyong so angry. Shrugging his coat on he followed the leader to the door where the others were waiting with anxious looks. It seem like their fight had infected the whole house hold. He smiled and tried to pretend it was just like any other morning.
“Geez, who died? It‘s like a funeral in here!” His horrible joke earned a few eye rolls and a punch in the arm from Seunghyun but the air felt lighter. Daesung led the group out the door with his boisterous laughter while Youngbae and Seunghyun followed smirking at his childish behavior. He smiled and turned to Jiyong to share their usual look of ‘oh lord, why do we put up with them’ but Jiyong’s ice cold eyes wiped the smile off his face.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” he asked, fearing what the reply might be.
“You act so cheap, Ri.” Seungri’s eyes widened as a horrible feeling clutched at his chest. “It’s no wonder they cut you from the programs. Try not to embarrass us today.” Jiyong breezed past him to follow the others as Seungri’s heart pounded in his ears.
Embarrass…
But he tried so hard to come up with good bits to make their shows entertaining. He even let the others tease him about things that made him uncomfortable to make the fans laugh. Shaking his head he headed to the van with his head down. He tried so hard…
So why did it feel that no matter what happened he always ended up in the wrong?