Punishment to Fit the Crime
Title:Punishment to Fit the Crime
Rating: R cause of swearing and a little violence
Genre: Angst/Smut
Paring: GRI
Summary: I'll let you decide what Ri's crime was...
His back hit the wall with such force he saw two angry faces in front of him for a moment. His hands reached out to grab at something to steady his wobbly body but were grabbed and shoved above his head with bruising force. He stared out dazed for a moment before lips attacked his neck viciously.
“You fucked up.” The low voice growled in his ear and he nodded despite himself. Teeth bit roughly at his ear and he found himself tilting his head to give more access to the ravaging mouth. It did not pass him by how very…willing that that wicked mouth made him.
His legs were kicked apart and he nearly lost his balance. A quick hand slowly reached up to his neck and gently pressed down on the skin there.
“W-what are you doing?” He gasped out, wriggling against the hold. Jiyong’s head tilted to the side as if he was deciding something. When the crook of his palm pushed up into his windpipe he knew what he had determined.
“Should we see how long it takes you to pass out?” The voice was dull and clinical, and for a moment, he was actually frightened. But seeing the hungry look in his eyes slowed his heart a little.
“You deserve this Ri.” The world started to haze at the edges and he struggled to pull his hands down” “You know you do.”
“Ji…p-please…” His voice was whispy and meek. He stared back with slightly bulging eyes and only saw a pale face with blank eyes.
“You.” The world started to swim.
“Fucked.” Black pulled at his vision and words began to sound jumbled. He couldn’t even get the force to tug at his bound hands anymore.
“Up.” Jiyong's voice sounded so far away, but as he fell backwards into nothingness, he found himself not missing it much.
~*~
The world slowly came into view and he wondered why his throat felt so sore. A soft rustling next to him on the bed forced him to turn his aching body.
“Don't do it again.” It was all the words Jiyong said before he leaned down to kiss him gently.
He leaned up to kiss back, closing his eyes in contentment.
It was all he needed to say.
~*~
A/N: Yea...I don't know where this came from....
I really AM working on something less smutty/angst, I swear. OTL Thank you all for putting up with my fics lately!!
Rating: R cause of swearing and a little violence
Genre: Angst/Smut
Paring: GRI
Summary: I'll let you decide what Ri's crime was...
His back hit the wall with such force he saw two angry faces in front of him for a moment. His hands reached out to grab at something to steady his wobbly body but were grabbed and shoved above his head with bruising force. He stared out dazed for a moment before lips attacked his neck viciously.
“You fucked up.” The low voice growled in his ear and he nodded despite himself. Teeth bit roughly at his ear and he found himself tilting his head to give more access to the ravaging mouth. It did not pass him by how very…willing that that wicked mouth made him.
His legs were kicked apart and he nearly lost his balance. A quick hand slowly reached up to his neck and gently pressed down on the skin there.
“W-what are you doing?” He gasped out, wriggling against the hold. Jiyong’s head tilted to the side as if he was deciding something. When the crook of his palm pushed up into his windpipe he knew what he had determined.
“Should we see how long it takes you to pass out?” The voice was dull and clinical, and for a moment, he was actually frightened. But seeing the hungry look in his eyes slowed his heart a little.
“You deserve this Ri.” The world started to haze at the edges and he struggled to pull his hands down” “You know you do.”
“Ji…p-please…” His voice was whispy and meek. He stared back with slightly bulging eyes and only saw a pale face with blank eyes.
“You.” The world started to swim.
“Fucked.” Black pulled at his vision and words began to sound jumbled. He couldn’t even get the force to tug at his bound hands anymore.
“Up.” Jiyong's voice sounded so far away, but as he fell backwards into nothingness, he found himself not missing it much.
~*~
The world slowly came into view and he wondered why his throat felt so sore. A soft rustling next to him on the bed forced him to turn his aching body.
“Don't do it again.” It was all the words Jiyong said before he leaned down to kiss him gently.
He leaned up to kiss back, closing his eyes in contentment.
It was all he needed to say.
~*~
A/N: Yea...I don't know where this came from....
I really AM working on something less smutty/angst, I swear. OTL Thank you all for putting up with my fics lately!!