Don't Put Out the Light Pt 2/2
Title: "Don't Put Out the Light" Pt 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure Smut baby.
Warning: Um...sex?
Summary: Ji is a Hooker. Seungri is his John. Do you need more info?
A/N: In case you’re just coming into this fic, don’t be confused. Seunghyun is Seungri. I just figured that IRL no one would call him “Victory” and Big Seunghyun isn’t in the story to confuse them together. I just don’t want anyone to think this is GTOP fic cause I would never write that. Ewie! Haha Anyways,
ONWARD TO THE SMUT! ;)
Oh, and in case you’d like a reference of what I looked at to whore Ji up, it’s these pics:
Once again, any other whore!Ji pics you have would be greatly appreciated!
~*~
“I win, Jiyong.”
His heart dropped into his stomach.
“Wha-How do you know my name?” Seunghyun merely held his arms tightly with one hand while the other rummaged in his bag on the bed.
“I guess I should be offended that you don’t remember me. We did go to the same school for four years.”
“What?” The click of the handcuffs startled him. Glancing up at the younger boy with wide eyes, he questioned silently.
“You don’t understand, do you?” Jiyong didn’t trust his voice at the moment. Slowly, he shook his head and tried to fight back the panic ebbing. He’d heard stories of psychos picking up tricks and then never coming back, but he’d never thought it would actually happen. The younger boy reached for him. He wanted so badly to flinch away, but years of selling his ass told him to not piss off the person in control. Seunghyun slid a hand down his cheek and smiled.
“I’m not crazy.” Oh god, there it was. With the word in the air it infected his already racing mind. He was going to die. This nutcase was going to fuck him them cut him up into tiny little pieces. He should have just taken Fish Man. He didn’t smell that bad. Think think think Jiyong! There had to be a way to get out.
“Ok, sure. I believe you.” He nodded his head quickly and scanned the room for exits.
“Jiyong,” A soft hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his captors eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I know you probably don’t believe me.” Slowly he pushed Jiyong onto his back. Arms were slid up to grab onto the bed frame. Ri skimmed his shirt up his stomach and bit at the nipple that was exposed. “But I just can’t help it. I want you.”
“Ah!” He gasped and arched up into the touch unconsciously.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Jiyong.” Wet heat licked around his chest, delivering a nip every now and then. “I used to watch you bob your head along to your music at lunch and tried to work up the courage to talk to you.”
He nervously smiled when the boy lifted his shirt up to tangle in his cuffed hands.
“Of course, I remember you.” Seungri chuckled and Jiyong felt a nervous flutter in his stomach at the sound.
“No you don’t. I was too quiet. You never would have noticed a boy like me.”
Damn, caught in a lie. He tried to place the boy’s face somewhere but all he could remember about high school was bullies and wishing for a better life. He sighed in defeat. If the boy was going to hurt him, one lie wasn’t going to save him.
“No, I don’t. I’m sorry.” His honesty was rewarded with a soft kiss.
“It’s ok. I wouldn’t have noticed me either.” The boy licked sensually along the outer shell of his ear. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you pay.“ The way his breath swept across his neck made him shiver in delight as the nervousness evaporated. There was no way a voice that full of desire could have plans to cut him up or sell his body parts on the black market. He glanced down curiously when he felt a hand palm the front of his jeans.
Finally.
One flicked button later, he was squirming in anticipation. He’d long ago conceded that, yes, this trick was fucking gorgeous and made his cock stand proudly at attention. Said trick’s hand hovered dangerously close to said cock, but so unsatisfyingly far away. He bit his lip and tried hard not to beg. Seunghyun smiled that same amused grin as he watched him writhe around. Jiyong spread his legs and pushed his hips upward, but every movement he made was matched with a jerk of his hand, upward and away from where it damn well should have been stroking!
He groaned at the unfairness of it all.
The boy leaned even farther away and Jiyong fought not to cry out in loss. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the one turning someone else on and teasing them to the point of begging. Not the other way around. He saw Ri give him a quick look up and down and smirked. Maybe there was still a way….
Slowly he bent one leg and let it fall to the side. He hollowed his stomach and rolled his hips wantonly. Sensually his head rolled from side to side as he moaned deliciously. His bound hands, stretched far above his head, clutched the headboard. He was well aware that with his eyeliner smudged and his hair mussed he looked extremely fuckable. He looked like a whore. He looked like sex.
Oh yea, try and keep from touching me now.
He slid his eyes open to half mast and gazed innocently at the boy in front of him. His breath was coming in deep pants and his eyes were so dark they looked black. They were narrowed and…hungry. Any taunting words he had were thrown away when Ri leaned down and slid his hands possessively from sharp hips up to his chest and back down. His eyes enviously followed every single movement. They didn’t even pause at the band of his pants before pulling them down with such force he had to grip the headboard with white knuckles.
“Such a fucking tease. I should have known.” Seunghyun’s voice dropped two octaves as he grabbed Jiyong’s arms and pulled him onto the floor. Making him kneel, he stood tall in front of him and slid his hands in his hair. “But I already told you. I win, Jiyong.”
Jiyong looked up at him questioning eyes. Ri only popped the button on his dark dress pants and looked back at him expectantly.
Right.
Undoing the zipper on a pair of pants was significantly harder when one’s hands were bound, but he managed and brought his cock out with practiced ease. The hand tightened in his hair as he licked up the underside. Glancing up, he mischievously swallowed inch after inch as slowly as he could manage. Seunghyun tutted and bucked his hips out to force the rest in. If he wasn’t such a professional he would have gagged at the strength. He could feel the tip throbbing at the back of his throat as he stroked the base with his cuffed hands. The younger boy moaned above him and pulled on his hair so hard it brought tears to his eyes. Careful of his teeth, he swirled his tongue around the length in his mouth. He pulled back and tongued the slit before sliding back to take the whole thing deep in his throat again. He felt Seunghyun’s hips shake at the intensity.
Some people were good at singing or painting or reading stock figures. He was best when on his knees with his mouth occupied. In the wide world he was just a scraggly twenty-something with lost dreams and more bills than he could handle. But in a dark room late at night, he was a cock sucking god.
Ri pulled him abruptly off with a pop and pushed him back onto the bed.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He growled, flipping his shirt and jeans across the room. Jiyong grinned and looped his legs around the other’s naked waist.
“I should hope not.”
“Cheeky little…” He smiled and he spread clear goop on two of his fingers. Carefully he breathed on them before sliding them inside. Jiyong mewled at the way they stroked the inside of his body. He rolled his hips against the intrusion trying to align them just…so…
“Mmm, rig-right there. Again…” he groaned, trying not to move as the fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves. “Please, again.”
Ri chuckled and added a third finger. He pushed them in hard and flicked against the spot again.
“Are you sure? I have some that will feel much better, but you have to ask for it.” He pulled his fingers back to thrust in shallowly, not giving any satisfaction at all.
I don’t play. my ass…
Seunghyun shoved them in deeply once more before he was thrusting his hips in the air for more contact. Precum leaked down the tip of his cock and he thought he was going to go insane if something didn’t give. Reluctantly, he scooted down the bed the three inches he could.
“Now.” He growled, pulling Ri with his legs as close as he could. “Fuck me now.”
“Can you take it?”
“I can take whatever you can give.” Seunghyun rose an eye brown and smirked with his cocky little mouth before he slammed in with such force the headboard cracked against the wall.
“Ah…ah…mmm…oh…god..” His back arched clear off the bed and Seunghyun reached to grab the small of his back to hold him up. His breath came in pants and he scrabbled at the headboard for something, anything to grab onto. He felt himself being lifted and reached forward to steady himself. His hands came in contact with a firm chest and he immediately looped his arms around Ri’s head.
“Don’t stop.” he whispered, trying valiantly to align them back together. Seunghyun chuckled and smoothed the hair out of his eyes.
“I won‘t. C’mere and sit on my lap.” He ordered and pulled the older boy close to him. Jiyong hovered above the waiting cock before sitting fully and taking him in as deep as he possibly could.
“Uuummm…moremoremore.” He chanted like a prayer and lifted himself up and deliciously back down. Seunghyun gripped his hips with bruising force but he didn’t mind as long as he kept kissing his neck just. Like. That. “Ri….oh god Ri.”
Seunghyun growled and bit down hard on his neck. “Again. Say it again.” Jiyong leaned back and Ri went to work on his collar bones like they were made of sugar. He smiled at the feeling and slammed back down.
“Seunghyun.” Breathily whispered into the air, it had an instant effect on the younger boy. Immediately he pulled Jiyong as close as he could and snapped his hips up with every thrust down. He nearly cried as his cock pushedpushedpushed at the delicious spot inside him with every thrust. He could feel white building at the edge of his eyes and rode Ri with all the energy he had.
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna-” He gasped, unable to speak coherently while Seunghyun held him so tightly. A white hot flash scorched though his body and he screamed into Ri’s waiting mouth. His walls tightened and vaguely he heard his lover gasp intensely into his mouth. Their tongues tangled together as Jiyong slowly lifted himself up and down to pull any remaining pleasure from the other boy. Ri held him tightly and Jiyong was almost sad to know that, this moment was the most safe he had felt in his whole life.
~*~
He lay exhausted on the bed, hair mussed and handcuffs dangling off one hand. Seunghyun’s fingers swept softly over his side and he sighed.
“I really wish I would have noticed you in school. “ He rolled onto his side and smirked. “Think of all the mind blowing sex we missed.”
Seunghyun laughed and it sounded like bells.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got lots of time to make up what we missed.” Jiyong gazed at him curiously. “You didn’t really thing I would let you go back to whoring your self out on the corner, did you?”
“I-” He pulled back, frightened suddenly. Instantly, the cocky demeanor vanished from Seunghyun.
“No, Ji, not as my captive or paid whore or any other horrible thing you’re thinking of. But as my boyfriend. Who can leave any time he wants. Though I should tell you, you’ll break my heart if you do.” He smiled gently and Jiyong couldn’t help but respond in kind.
“Ok.”
“Really?!” His eyes filled with sudden life and Jiyong couldn’t imagine ever wanting to leave those beautiful eyes behind.
“Yea, I think I’d like that.”
~*~
What do you think? That was the longest smut piece I’ve ever written. ::nervously awaits your replies::
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure Smut baby.
Warning: Um...sex?
Summary: Ji is a Hooker. Seungri is his John. Do you need more info?
A/N: In case you’re just coming into this fic, don’t be confused. Seunghyun is Seungri. I just figured that IRL no one would call him “Victory” and Big Seunghyun isn’t in the story to confuse them together. I just don’t want anyone to think this is GTOP fic cause I would never write that. Ewie! Haha Anyways,
ONWARD TO THE SMUT! ;)
Oh, and in case you’d like a reference of what I looked at to whore Ji up, it’s these pics:
Once again, any other whore!Ji pics you have would be greatly appreciated!
~*~
“I win, Jiyong.”
His heart dropped into his stomach.
“Wha-How do you know my name?” Seunghyun merely held his arms tightly with one hand while the other rummaged in his bag on the bed.
“I guess I should be offended that you don’t remember me. We did go to the same school for four years.”
“What?” The click of the handcuffs startled him. Glancing up at the younger boy with wide eyes, he questioned silently.
“You don’t understand, do you?” Jiyong didn’t trust his voice at the moment. Slowly, he shook his head and tried to fight back the panic ebbing. He’d heard stories of psychos picking up tricks and then never coming back, but he’d never thought it would actually happen. The younger boy reached for him. He wanted so badly to flinch away, but years of selling his ass told him to not piss off the person in control. Seunghyun slid a hand down his cheek and smiled.
“I’m not crazy.” Oh god, there it was. With the word in the air it infected his already racing mind. He was going to die. This nutcase was going to fuck him them cut him up into tiny little pieces. He should have just taken Fish Man. He didn’t smell that bad. Think think think Jiyong! There had to be a way to get out.
“Ok, sure. I believe you.” He nodded his head quickly and scanned the room for exits.
“Jiyong,” A soft hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his captors eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I know you probably don’t believe me.” Slowly he pushed Jiyong onto his back. Arms were slid up to grab onto the bed frame. Ri skimmed his shirt up his stomach and bit at the nipple that was exposed. “But I just can’t help it. I want you.”
“Ah!” He gasped and arched up into the touch unconsciously.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Jiyong.” Wet heat licked around his chest, delivering a nip every now and then. “I used to watch you bob your head along to your music at lunch and tried to work up the courage to talk to you.”
He nervously smiled when the boy lifted his shirt up to tangle in his cuffed hands.
“Of course, I remember you.” Seungri chuckled and Jiyong felt a nervous flutter in his stomach at the sound.
“No you don’t. I was too quiet. You never would have noticed a boy like me.”
Damn, caught in a lie. He tried to place the boy’s face somewhere but all he could remember about high school was bullies and wishing for a better life. He sighed in defeat. If the boy was going to hurt him, one lie wasn’t going to save him.
“No, I don’t. I’m sorry.” His honesty was rewarded with a soft kiss.
“It’s ok. I wouldn’t have noticed me either.” The boy licked sensually along the outer shell of his ear. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you pay.“ The way his breath swept across his neck made him shiver in delight as the nervousness evaporated. There was no way a voice that full of desire could have plans to cut him up or sell his body parts on the black market. He glanced down curiously when he felt a hand palm the front of his jeans.
Finally.
One flicked button later, he was squirming in anticipation. He’d long ago conceded that, yes, this trick was fucking gorgeous and made his cock stand proudly at attention. Said trick’s hand hovered dangerously close to said cock, but so unsatisfyingly far away. He bit his lip and tried hard not to beg. Seunghyun smiled that same amused grin as he watched him writhe around. Jiyong spread his legs and pushed his hips upward, but every movement he made was matched with a jerk of his hand, upward and away from where it damn well should have been stroking!
He groaned at the unfairness of it all.
The boy leaned even farther away and Jiyong fought not to cry out in loss. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the one turning someone else on and teasing them to the point of begging. Not the other way around. He saw Ri give him a quick look up and down and smirked. Maybe there was still a way….
Slowly he bent one leg and let it fall to the side. He hollowed his stomach and rolled his hips wantonly. Sensually his head rolled from side to side as he moaned deliciously. His bound hands, stretched far above his head, clutched the headboard. He was well aware that with his eyeliner smudged and his hair mussed he looked extremely fuckable. He looked like a whore. He looked like sex.
Oh yea, try and keep from touching me now.
He slid his eyes open to half mast and gazed innocently at the boy in front of him. His breath was coming in deep pants and his eyes were so dark they looked black. They were narrowed and…hungry. Any taunting words he had were thrown away when Ri leaned down and slid his hands possessively from sharp hips up to his chest and back down. His eyes enviously followed every single movement. They didn’t even pause at the band of his pants before pulling them down with such force he had to grip the headboard with white knuckles.
“Such a fucking tease. I should have known.” Seunghyun’s voice dropped two octaves as he grabbed Jiyong’s arms and pulled him onto the floor. Making him kneel, he stood tall in front of him and slid his hands in his hair. “But I already told you. I win, Jiyong.”
Jiyong looked up at him questioning eyes. Ri only popped the button on his dark dress pants and looked back at him expectantly.
Right.
Undoing the zipper on a pair of pants was significantly harder when one’s hands were bound, but he managed and brought his cock out with practiced ease. The hand tightened in his hair as he licked up the underside. Glancing up, he mischievously swallowed inch after inch as slowly as he could manage. Seunghyun tutted and bucked his hips out to force the rest in. If he wasn’t such a professional he would have gagged at the strength. He could feel the tip throbbing at the back of his throat as he stroked the base with his cuffed hands. The younger boy moaned above him and pulled on his hair so hard it brought tears to his eyes. Careful of his teeth, he swirled his tongue around the length in his mouth. He pulled back and tongued the slit before sliding back to take the whole thing deep in his throat again. He felt Seunghyun’s hips shake at the intensity.
Some people were good at singing or painting or reading stock figures. He was best when on his knees with his mouth occupied. In the wide world he was just a scraggly twenty-something with lost dreams and more bills than he could handle. But in a dark room late at night, he was a cock sucking god.
Ri pulled him abruptly off with a pop and pushed him back onto the bed.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He growled, flipping his shirt and jeans across the room. Jiyong grinned and looped his legs around the other’s naked waist.
“I should hope not.”
“Cheeky little…” He smiled and he spread clear goop on two of his fingers. Carefully he breathed on them before sliding them inside. Jiyong mewled at the way they stroked the inside of his body. He rolled his hips against the intrusion trying to align them just…so…
“Mmm, rig-right there. Again…” he groaned, trying not to move as the fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves. “Please, again.”
Ri chuckled and added a third finger. He pushed them in hard and flicked against the spot again.
“Are you sure? I have some that will feel much better, but you have to ask for it.” He pulled his fingers back to thrust in shallowly, not giving any satisfaction at all.
I don’t play. my ass…
Seunghyun shoved them in deeply once more before he was thrusting his hips in the air for more contact. Precum leaked down the tip of his cock and he thought he was going to go insane if something didn’t give. Reluctantly, he scooted down the bed the three inches he could.
“Now.” He growled, pulling Ri with his legs as close as he could. “Fuck me now.”
“Can you take it?”
“I can take whatever you can give.” Seunghyun rose an eye brown and smirked with his cocky little mouth before he slammed in with such force the headboard cracked against the wall.
“Ah…ah…mmm…oh…god..” His back arched clear off the bed and Seunghyun reached to grab the small of his back to hold him up. His breath came in pants and he scrabbled at the headboard for something, anything to grab onto. He felt himself being lifted and reached forward to steady himself. His hands came in contact with a firm chest and he immediately looped his arms around Ri’s head.
“Don’t stop.” he whispered, trying valiantly to align them back together. Seunghyun chuckled and smoothed the hair out of his eyes.
“I won‘t. C’mere and sit on my lap.” He ordered and pulled the older boy close to him. Jiyong hovered above the waiting cock before sitting fully and taking him in as deep as he possibly could.
“Uuummm…moremoremore.” He chanted like a prayer and lifted himself up and deliciously back down. Seunghyun gripped his hips with bruising force but he didn’t mind as long as he kept kissing his neck just. Like. That. “Ri….oh god Ri.”
Seunghyun growled and bit down hard on his neck. “Again. Say it again.” Jiyong leaned back and Ri went to work on his collar bones like they were made of sugar. He smiled at the feeling and slammed back down.
“Seunghyun.” Breathily whispered into the air, it had an instant effect on the younger boy. Immediately he pulled Jiyong as close as he could and snapped his hips up with every thrust down. He nearly cried as his cock pushedpushedpushed at the delicious spot inside him with every thrust. He could feel white building at the edge of his eyes and rode Ri with all the energy he had.
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna-” He gasped, unable to speak coherently while Seunghyun held him so tightly. A white hot flash scorched though his body and he screamed into Ri’s waiting mouth. His walls tightened and vaguely he heard his lover gasp intensely into his mouth. Their tongues tangled together as Jiyong slowly lifted himself up and down to pull any remaining pleasure from the other boy. Ri held him tightly and Jiyong was almost sad to know that, this moment was the most safe he had felt in his whole life.
~*~
He lay exhausted on the bed, hair mussed and handcuffs dangling off one hand. Seunghyun’s fingers swept softly over his side and he sighed.
“I really wish I would have noticed you in school. “ He rolled onto his side and smirked. “Think of all the mind blowing sex we missed.”
Seunghyun laughed and it sounded like bells.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got lots of time to make up what we missed.” Jiyong gazed at him curiously. “You didn’t really thing I would let you go back to whoring your self out on the corner, did you?”
“I-” He pulled back, frightened suddenly. Instantly, the cocky demeanor vanished from Seunghyun.
“No, Ji, not as my captive or paid whore or any other horrible thing you’re thinking of. But as my boyfriend. Who can leave any time he wants. Though I should tell you, you’ll break my heart if you do.” He smiled gently and Jiyong couldn’t help but respond in kind.
“Ok.”
“Really?!” His eyes filled with sudden life and Jiyong couldn’t imagine ever wanting to leave those beautiful eyes behind.
“Yea, I think I’d like that.”
~*~
What do you think? That was the longest smut piece I’ve ever written. ::nervously awaits your replies::