Punishment.
Title:Punishment (One shot)
Rating: Better just go NC-17 to be safe.
Genre: Little bit of angst, little bit of smut, but I gave you a happy ending!
Paring: TabiRi
Summary: Seungri's been bad and Seunghyun is determined to show him the error of his ways.
A/N: Ok, so I took this from the video from the movie shooting of the rap battle. Post with the Vid! This has nothing to do with the movie at all. XD. I just loved TOP’s angry expression and needed to write a fic off of it. Here’s what I think happened (in my fantasy world) after they left.
I know, I'm embarassed at the fluff I've been writing. I'm going to write something dark for AMM just to balance it out.
~*~
The door slammed behind him, rattling the walls. Seungri looked up from his frantic searching for a place to hide. Shit, he was home. It was like a dark cloud had descended on the dorm when Seunghyun stalked down the hall.
“It’s going to be worse for you if you hide.” He low voice sent shivers down his spine. Seungri glanced down at the bed he was planning to scurry under.
Should I….?
He didn’t get a moment more to decide before a rough hand grasped him on the back of his neck. Immediately he froze. He always felt like a helpless kitten when the larger man held him like that. His hand nearly reached all the way around and he knew there was no way to get out of it. Longingly he gazed at the bed before he was thrown on top of it.
Seunghyun’s eyes were drawn into slits and Seungri suddenly wished any of the other hyungs were home. But, he knew his wishing was in vain. They were all busy and not due back for several hours. By the look in his eyes, he bet Seunghyun knew that too.
The rapper unzipped his jacket roughly and threw it across the room with discord.
“You little brat. You made a fool out of me in front of everyone.” His voice was dangerously low as he dropped to his knees above the boy. “You just can’t stand to be in the background, can you?“
He wanted so badly to say it wasn’t true. That he had just been trying to stand up for his hyung. It wasn’t his fault that things never seemed to go his way. He could tell Seunghyun wouldn’t have heard him, even if he’d said it. His ears were closed to everything but his revenge for the embarrassment he suffered. Seungri knew he’d have to pay. Dread filled his gut at the very idea of what he probably had planned. It was never a good idea to piss off the Seunghyun. He had the stubbornness and pride of a man and the creativity of a madman.
A gentle hand slid down his cheek and somehow that made him more nervous.
“Such an attention whore, aren’t you?”
Seungri didn’t fight him as he nearly tore the shirt from his body. He moaned when one hand grazed his nipple. Despite the severity of the situation, he couldn’t stop his body from responding to the familiar touch. Stupid body. It never knew when to just shut the hell up.
The rapper made quick work of his belt before sitting back on his heels. Thoughtfully, he gazed down at the frightened boy beneath him.
“Show me.“ Seungri stopped longing for that touch to be back as he saw the look in his eyes. They were pools of black. He felt they were definitely headed for dangerous ground.
“Touch your self, Ri.” Seungri’s world halted with those words. What?
“H-hyung?” Seunghyun showed no mercy as he sat down on the boys lower legs. Too far to do anything worthwhile, but close enough to completely embarrass him with his gaze and heat.
His words were firm and Seungri knew there was no way he was going to get out of his punishment. Whatever it was that the older boy was planning, anyways. He’d always had a very specific way he went about everything.
Not that he ever let Seungri in on it. He merely held on tightly for the ride and hoped he didn’t get too hurt or embarrassed along the way. Seunghyun popped the button on his pants in preparation. When he slid the zipper down, Seungri knew he was screwed. Unfortunately, not literally.
“You want attention so badly? Well here I am, giving you my full attention.” He shivered at the words, but knew an order when he heard one. Hesitantly took his own member into his hand. It was so familiar that he almost forgot the older man was in the room. He felt the bed shift and saw Seunghyun removing his own shirt.
“Now.“ God, that voice. If he wasn’t hard before, he was now. He could barely see Seunghyun’s eyes through his fringe, be he held his gaze steadily. If he was going to try punish him with embarrassment, he should have considered that Seungri didn’t get embarrassed over things he knew he was good at. And he was damn good at being a slut.
He twisted his hand and gasped at his own touch. Years of quick sessions in the bathroom between schedules had taught him exactly what he needed to do to get off. And quickly. He started off at a slow pace of up down up down. He grasped himself tightly and took in quick breaths. He felt pleasure sweep his body in languid waves. Seunghyun was sitting as still as a statue at the end of the bed. If it weren’t for the warmth seeping into his legs from the other boy he would have thought he was one.
Fine. Let him sit there while I enjoy myself.
He closed his eyes and smoothed the precum across his cock. Swiftly he tightened his hand and swept it up and down. In his mind, Seunghyun was hovering above him with a smile on his face. He was just staring into eyes and saying over and over how much he cared about him, wanted to be with him, needed to be near him. Seungri gasped as heat filled his body from the thoughts. Dream-Seunghyun drew him close and whispered words while he ran his hand up and down his body, claiming every inch as his own.
His hand sped up and he could no longer hear his breath over the rapid beating of his heart. He felt a tightness coiling in the pit of his belly with every little thrust of his hips. Dream-Seunghyun leaned down and kissed his lips. He gasped as a spasm shocked him. He was so so close. Dream-Seunghyun pulled back a millimeter and even that was too far. His eyes were soft and he didn’t need to, but he spoke three strong words into his open mouth.
I.
White flashed behind his eyes as his hips snapped up rapidly.
Love.
He cried out at the tightness filling every space of his being.
You.
His hand gripped the sheets under him and he straightened as tight as a bow string.
“Seunghyun!” It fell off his lips in sated relief and he slowly stoked himself to completion. He took his time to enjoy every moment of his orgasm. Languidly, he opened his eyes to see…nothing. He hadn’t even noticed the weight lift from his body.
Seunghyun had gone.
He stood and slowly cleaned the evidence from his body with his, now ruined, shirt. After buttoning up his jeans he padded down to find Seunghyun hunched over the kitchen table. His head was in his hands and Seungri knew that did not bode will.
Did he not do it right? Was he more angry than he led on? Was he thinking up other was to punish him? His rampant thoughts were stopped dead when Seunghyun broke the silence.
“You talk a lot when you’re fantasizing. Do you know that?” He felt like he had swallowed a stone.
Oh god. Panic and dread filled his thoughts and his vision began to blur at the edges. He had worked so hard to hide the stupid little thoughts he had. What had he been thinking doing that right in front of him?!
Seunghyun turned around at his silence. His eyes were solid and unhindered by doubt. That didn’t make him feel any better.
“Seungri…what we have…” He didn’t need to finish the words. Seungri already knew what he was going to say.
He tried to say something, anything in his defense, but he knew it would all seem so fake. He tried to nod, but it came out as a pathetic shaking thing. Seunghyun stood and Seungri took a step back to avoid having to touch him as he exited the kitchen. He didn’t expect the still shirtless rapper to draw him into a hug. Their skin collided and Seungri wanted to weep with the unfairness of having to touch him for the last time like this.
“Please…” He whispered but he didn’t know if it was to beg him to stay or to go. Seunghyun didn’t listen and instead pulled him tighter.
“I…I’m not good at these things, Seungri.” The voice grumbled against his chest.
“Hyung, you don’t have to let me down easily.” He was shocked at the strength in his words. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Seunghyun let him go and took a step back. His skin was so warm that he actually felt the loss of him. He knew it wouldn’t be for the last time. He would get to spend a lifetime of nights aching for the warmth. The thought alone cause him to wrap his arms around his stomach.
“Always talking.” The words were said under his breath, but their close proximity made them ring clear as a bell. He hung his head in self-pity.
“Sorry.” He barely got the words out before he turned to flee the uncomfortable room. Seunghyun grabbed his arm and kept him from taking even a step.
“Aish, so dramatic.” Roughly he pulled his arm away. Dramatic? He could stand there, reject him, mock him, and then still have the guts to call him dramatic? He opened his mouth to tell him exactly where he would take his comments, when the rapper sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The action was so uncharacteristic of the confident man that he stood silent.
“I’m trying to tell you…I guess…I love you too.” Seungri’s mouth nearly dropped to the floor.
“W-what?” He couldn’t find the eloquence to form even a single word. Seunghyun smirked and pulled him close again. His eyes flung wide as he whispered the same words as Dream-Seunghyun.
“I want to be with you.” He kissed his neck gently.
“I care so much about you.“ His arms slid up and down his sides.
“I need you.” He nipped his neck possessively.
Seungri giggled and closed his eyes. Elated, he wrapped his arms around the older boy as tightly as he could. He never thought he would see the day Dream-Seunghyun became his Seunghyun. The other boy lifted him up and he quickly wrapped his legs around his middle. Seunghyun made quick steps back to the bedroom with his new prize.
“Now that we have that taken care of, you can start showing me all these fantasies you’ve been having about me.” He rose his eye brow in the alluring way and Seungri couldn’t help but laugh. His lover tossed him on the bed for the second time that day, but he knew this was going to end much much better than the first time.
Seductively, he slid the zipper back down his jeans. Seunghyun’s mouth went dry and he wondered how he ever thought he could have lived with out that sight. That boy.
Seungri crooked his finger and winked.
“Gladly.”
Rating: Better just go NC-17 to be safe.
Genre: Little bit of angst, little bit of smut, but I gave you a happy ending!
Paring: TabiRi
Summary: Seungri's been bad and Seunghyun is determined to show him the error of his ways.
A/N: Ok, so I took this from the video from the movie shooting of the rap battle. Post with the Vid! This has nothing to do with the movie at all. XD. I just loved TOP’s angry expression and needed to write a fic off of it. Here’s what I think happened (in my fantasy world) after they left.
I know, I'm embarassed at the fluff I've been writing. I'm going to write something dark for AMM just to balance it out.
~*~
The door slammed behind him, rattling the walls. Seungri looked up from his frantic searching for a place to hide. Shit, he was home. It was like a dark cloud had descended on the dorm when Seunghyun stalked down the hall.
“It’s going to be worse for you if you hide.” He low voice sent shivers down his spine. Seungri glanced down at the bed he was planning to scurry under.
Should I….?
He didn’t get a moment more to decide before a rough hand grasped him on the back of his neck. Immediately he froze. He always felt like a helpless kitten when the larger man held him like that. His hand nearly reached all the way around and he knew there was no way to get out of it. Longingly he gazed at the bed before he was thrown on top of it.
Seunghyun’s eyes were drawn into slits and Seungri suddenly wished any of the other hyungs were home. But, he knew his wishing was in vain. They were all busy and not due back for several hours. By the look in his eyes, he bet Seunghyun knew that too.
The rapper unzipped his jacket roughly and threw it across the room with discord.
“You little brat. You made a fool out of me in front of everyone.” His voice was dangerously low as he dropped to his knees above the boy. “You just can’t stand to be in the background, can you?“
He wanted so badly to say it wasn’t true. That he had just been trying to stand up for his hyung. It wasn’t his fault that things never seemed to go his way. He could tell Seunghyun wouldn’t have heard him, even if he’d said it. His ears were closed to everything but his revenge for the embarrassment he suffered. Seungri knew he’d have to pay. Dread filled his gut at the very idea of what he probably had planned. It was never a good idea to piss off the Seunghyun. He had the stubbornness and pride of a man and the creativity of a madman.
A gentle hand slid down his cheek and somehow that made him more nervous.
“Such an attention whore, aren’t you?”
Seungri didn’t fight him as he nearly tore the shirt from his body. He moaned when one hand grazed his nipple. Despite the severity of the situation, he couldn’t stop his body from responding to the familiar touch. Stupid body. It never knew when to just shut the hell up.
The rapper made quick work of his belt before sitting back on his heels. Thoughtfully, he gazed down at the frightened boy beneath him.
“Show me.“ Seungri stopped longing for that touch to be back as he saw the look in his eyes. They were pools of black. He felt they were definitely headed for dangerous ground.
“Touch your self, Ri.” Seungri’s world halted with those words. What?
“H-hyung?” Seunghyun showed no mercy as he sat down on the boys lower legs. Too far to do anything worthwhile, but close enough to completely embarrass him with his gaze and heat.
His words were firm and Seungri knew there was no way he was going to get out of his punishment. Whatever it was that the older boy was planning, anyways. He’d always had a very specific way he went about everything.
Not that he ever let Seungri in on it. He merely held on tightly for the ride and hoped he didn’t get too hurt or embarrassed along the way. Seunghyun popped the button on his pants in preparation. When he slid the zipper down, Seungri knew he was screwed. Unfortunately, not literally.
“You want attention so badly? Well here I am, giving you my full attention.” He shivered at the words, but knew an order when he heard one. Hesitantly took his own member into his hand. It was so familiar that he almost forgot the older man was in the room. He felt the bed shift and saw Seunghyun removing his own shirt.
“Now.“ God, that voice. If he wasn’t hard before, he was now. He could barely see Seunghyun’s eyes through his fringe, be he held his gaze steadily. If he was going to try punish him with embarrassment, he should have considered that Seungri didn’t get embarrassed over things he knew he was good at. And he was damn good at being a slut.
He twisted his hand and gasped at his own touch. Years of quick sessions in the bathroom between schedules had taught him exactly what he needed to do to get off. And quickly. He started off at a slow pace of up down up down. He grasped himself tightly and took in quick breaths. He felt pleasure sweep his body in languid waves. Seunghyun was sitting as still as a statue at the end of the bed. If it weren’t for the warmth seeping into his legs from the other boy he would have thought he was one.
Fine. Let him sit there while I enjoy myself.
He closed his eyes and smoothed the precum across his cock. Swiftly he tightened his hand and swept it up and down. In his mind, Seunghyun was hovering above him with a smile on his face. He was just staring into eyes and saying over and over how much he cared about him, wanted to be with him, needed to be near him. Seungri gasped as heat filled his body from the thoughts. Dream-Seunghyun drew him close and whispered words while he ran his hand up and down his body, claiming every inch as his own.
His hand sped up and he could no longer hear his breath over the rapid beating of his heart. He felt a tightness coiling in the pit of his belly with every little thrust of his hips. Dream-Seunghyun leaned down and kissed his lips. He gasped as a spasm shocked him. He was so so close. Dream-Seunghyun pulled back a millimeter and even that was too far. His eyes were soft and he didn’t need to, but he spoke three strong words into his open mouth.
I.
White flashed behind his eyes as his hips snapped up rapidly.
Love.
He cried out at the tightness filling every space of his being.
You.
His hand gripped the sheets under him and he straightened as tight as a bow string.
“Seunghyun!” It fell off his lips in sated relief and he slowly stoked himself to completion. He took his time to enjoy every moment of his orgasm. Languidly, he opened his eyes to see…nothing. He hadn’t even noticed the weight lift from his body.
Seunghyun had gone.
He stood and slowly cleaned the evidence from his body with his, now ruined, shirt. After buttoning up his jeans he padded down to find Seunghyun hunched over the kitchen table. His head was in his hands and Seungri knew that did not bode will.
Did he not do it right? Was he more angry than he led on? Was he thinking up other was to punish him? His rampant thoughts were stopped dead when Seunghyun broke the silence.
“You talk a lot when you’re fantasizing. Do you know that?” He felt like he had swallowed a stone.
Oh god. Panic and dread filled his thoughts and his vision began to blur at the edges. He had worked so hard to hide the stupid little thoughts he had. What had he been thinking doing that right in front of him?!
Seunghyun turned around at his silence. His eyes were solid and unhindered by doubt. That didn’t make him feel any better.
“Seungri…what we have…” He didn’t need to finish the words. Seungri already knew what he was going to say.
He tried to say something, anything in his defense, but he knew it would all seem so fake. He tried to nod, but it came out as a pathetic shaking thing. Seunghyun stood and Seungri took a step back to avoid having to touch him as he exited the kitchen. He didn’t expect the still shirtless rapper to draw him into a hug. Their skin collided and Seungri wanted to weep with the unfairness of having to touch him for the last time like this.
“Please…” He whispered but he didn’t know if it was to beg him to stay or to go. Seunghyun didn’t listen and instead pulled him tighter.
“I…I’m not good at these things, Seungri.” The voice grumbled against his chest.
“Hyung, you don’t have to let me down easily.” He was shocked at the strength in his words. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Seunghyun let him go and took a step back. His skin was so warm that he actually felt the loss of him. He knew it wouldn’t be for the last time. He would get to spend a lifetime of nights aching for the warmth. The thought alone cause him to wrap his arms around his stomach.
“Always talking.” The words were said under his breath, but their close proximity made them ring clear as a bell. He hung his head in self-pity.
“Sorry.” He barely got the words out before he turned to flee the uncomfortable room. Seunghyun grabbed his arm and kept him from taking even a step.
“Aish, so dramatic.” Roughly he pulled his arm away. Dramatic? He could stand there, reject him, mock him, and then still have the guts to call him dramatic? He opened his mouth to tell him exactly where he would take his comments, when the rapper sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The action was so uncharacteristic of the confident man that he stood silent.
“I’m trying to tell you…I guess…I love you too.” Seungri’s mouth nearly dropped to the floor.
“W-what?” He couldn’t find the eloquence to form even a single word. Seunghyun smirked and pulled him close again. His eyes flung wide as he whispered the same words as Dream-Seunghyun.
“I want to be with you.” He kissed his neck gently.
“I care so much about you.“ His arms slid up and down his sides.
“I need you.” He nipped his neck possessively.
Seungri giggled and closed his eyes. Elated, he wrapped his arms around the older boy as tightly as he could. He never thought he would see the day Dream-Seunghyun became his Seunghyun. The other boy lifted him up and he quickly wrapped his legs around his middle. Seunghyun made quick steps back to the bedroom with his new prize.
“Now that we have that taken care of, you can start showing me all these fantasies you’ve been having about me.” He rose his eye brow in the alluring way and Seungri couldn’t help but laugh. His lover tossed him on the bed for the second time that day, but he knew this was going to end much much better than the first time.
Seductively, he slid the zipper back down his jeans. Seunghyun’s mouth went dry and he wondered how he ever thought he could have lived with out that sight. That boy.
Seungri crooked his finger and winked.
“Gladly.”