Big Bang; Seungri/G-Dragon; The Not-So-Adverse Effects of Alcohol
Title: The Not-So-Adverse Effects of Alcohol
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: Seungri/G-Dragon
Word Count: 1,421
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seungri gets drunk. G has some fun with him.
Genre: SMUT
A/N: So yeah i wrote this stemming from this picture: here and well yeah. this is my first Big Bang fic, and its not very fleshed out with their personalities because honestly i dont know them as much as i know Suju's, which brings me to my next point, i converted it into a filthy Kyuteuk fic because i wanted to post in the Super Junior comm miracle______ too, so yeah. if you want to read it, comment and i'll link you. it's also on my journal, as always. Anyways, i do hope you enjoy!
Seungri is drunk.
This generally doesn’t happen, but his hyungs were rather persuasive that night and he deserved a break and…well, he’s drunk, and that’s the point.
It isn’t until G-dragon is crawling up his chest, hand sliding up the inside of his thigh a little too close for comfort, twisted smirk spreading across his face, startling close to his, does he realize what’s happening.
He’s being seduced.
Damnit, he thinks. Not again.
“Seungri…” Jiyeong hisses, oh so seductively, and only now does every part of his body come to attention, reacting to his situation. Jiyeongs smile only widens, and his hand only inches higher.
“Y-yes?”
“Do you know how hot you look right now?”
Seungri thinks this is kind of a strange statement, given his disheveled clothes, his mussed up hair, and his ungraceful sprawl against the wall. He raises an eyebrow at G-Dragon, one eyelid fluttering drunkenly.
“Well…” says Jiyeong, “actually, you look like shit. But for some reason, it still…” He trails off, but Seungri doesn’t need to hear the rest of of his sentence because it’s now pressing against his thigh. He gulps as G-Dragon slips in between his parted legs and moves to straddle him. He smirks again, and this time Seungri sees a promise behind his hazy, lust-and-alcohol-clouded eyes.
Seungri gasps as Jiyeong hovers over him, body radiating heat, watching as nimble fingers play at his zipper teasingly. His hips jerk up a little, uncontrollably, and Seungri curses his lack of control over his own body. He pants a little, breathing becoming shallow as G-Dragon lowers his lips to Seungri’s pulse and begins to suck, lightly at first and then hard, determined to leave a mark. He does. Multiple times. Seungri can’t quite blame himself for his actions after that.
Seungri’s hands come up to grasp G-Dragon’s hips, fingers bruising in his unbridled, uninhibited want from the alcohol. Jiyeong smiles against the soft, sensitive, bruised skin of his neck, and he lowers his weight onto Seungri’s hips. His hands come up from the zipper of the younger’s jeans to slide up his chest, bunching his shirt up around his arms and Seungri gasps audibly, head falling back against the wall. He arches his back, trying to get closer to Jiyeong, needing more. He pushes his hips up against his hyung, desperately seeking friction. Jiyeong complies, rolling his hips into Seungri’s, whose moans are immediately devoured by Jiyeong’s skilled lips, tongue skirting over his parted lips, swiping the bottom once, twice before slipping inside.
Seungri’s hands come up to twist in G-Dragon’s already mussed up locks, tugging him closer, positioning them so that G-Dragon kneels between his parted legs. G-Dragon lets himself press against Seungri, being rewarded with a wanton moan from the younger boy. He presses himself against Seungri’s thigh, chest heaving with restraint, having been intent on teasing the boy until the younger can’t handle it any more. And he can’t. Seungri loses himself, abandoning the last shred of his sanity, and he wraps his legs around his hyung’s hips, lifting himself to press his body flush against Jiyeong’s. Jiyeong’s surprised as he tastes blood; its his own as Seungri bites down on his lip and groans in a mixture of want and pain from being denied proper attention.
It’s too much for G-Dragon. He takes his hands from where they tease a nipple and he presses one hand to Seungri’s lower stomach, forcing him back down, the other emitting a whine of displeasure. G-Dragon quickly silences his plea as his other hand drags down the zipper of his jeans and pushes them down swiftly. Seungri quickly shakes out of them, with help from Jiyeong, and his entire body arches, mouth falling open with a loud moan as a hand wraps deftly around his cock and begins to jerk up and down roughly.
G-Dragon sucks in a breath as Seungri makes quick work of his own jeans, the restricting fabric torn of in seconds. Seungri reaches up a hand and pushes G-Dragon away slightly, and G-Dragon looks at him, confusion apparent in his features as he moves back. Seungri locks eyes with him, his dark orbs watching him as he takes Jiyeong’s free hand in his own, slowly lifting it to his lips and sucking in the first two fingers agonizingly slow, tantalizingly, eyes never leaving the other’s face. Jiyeong’s eyes fall shut and his head rolls back as he lets out a loud moan, his cock twitching in response to Seungri’s ministrations. His hand stills and Seungri pushes into it again, reminding him to keep going, and he does.
He opens his eyes and looks into Seungri’s again, burning, still watching him intently, dark with lust, and he lets a stunned G-Dragon’s fingers slip limply from his swollen, shining lips.G-Dragon stares at him. The younger guides his hand downward with his own, and G-Dragon smirks, only too happy to oblige to the unspoken request, pushing both fingers inside of Seungri swiftly. The younger hisses and arches up against him, the fingers starting to pump inside him painful but causing little tremors of pleasure to travel up his skin.
He bucks against Jiyeong’s hand and the older bends down, fitting his mouth around a pink nipple, tongue flicking and licking and teasing. Seungri writhes beneath him as he inserts another finger, both the hand between his legs and the hand around his cock increasing their speed, and Jiyeong’s not sure he can last much longer, not with the mewls escaping the younger’s parted, trembling lips. Jiyeong lifts his head and watches the other squirming in pleasure. He watches as beads of sweat streak down his face, trailing hot paths down his neck and chest. He watches his flushed skin tremble beneath him. He watches as he bites down on his swollen lip, the pink tip of a tongue darting out to soothe the nips the younger inflicts on himself in abandon. Seungri finally breaks his control with one particularly desperate whine, and Jiyeong snaps, pulling his hand away and canting Seungri’s hips, the other hand on his hip grasping hard enough to bruise.
Seungri’s back lurches off the corner where wall meets floor and arches gracefully as G-Dragon thrusts into him roughly, face buried in the crook of his neck. Jiyeong waits, biting the skin under him to try to control himself, but Seungri pushes his hips down against him, telling him to move, and he sets the pace fast, pounding into the younger desperately. His fingers wrap again around the other’s cock, thumb pressing against the slit. Seungri tries desperately to suck in air but Jiyeong forces it out again through another loud moan, his thumb swirling pre-come around the tip of Seungri’s cock as he thrusts quickly in and out.
“H-h-hyung…” Seungri stammers, bucking against G-Dragon needily, and the older moves faster, harder, cock plunging deeper into the shaking boy beneath him.
His alcohol-laced blood rushes through his veins, staining Seungri’s cheeks a dark, patchy red. Both boys are close, their breathing becoming harsh pants and gasps and catching in their throats, sweat-drenched chests heaving against each other’s as their bodies move in tandem. Jiyeong thrusts once, twice, his hand jerking in time, before he explodes inside Seungri, the muscles under the skin on his back rippling and his shoulders shaking as he continues to ride out his orgasm with thrusts and rolls of his hips. Seungri feels the bursts and spasms travel in his body and he comes, hips jerking, with a long, loud moan of Jiyeong’s name, spilling himself hotly over the other’s hand.
Jiyeong rocks through Seungri’s release before his arms give out and he collapses on top of the gasping, trembling boy. Their slick skin shivers and jumps against each other and they lay there, catching their breath. After a few moments, G-Dragon rolls off Seungri and settles to the side of him, one arm slung across his own chest in exhaustion.
He looks up at the ceiling wearily. A grin spreads across face, different from before, as Seungri appears over him, leaning on his arms, sweat rolling down the side of his own grinning face. He leans down and presses a light kiss to Jiyeong’s lips, and before he can pull away a hand comes up and threads through his locks, holding the base of his neck so Jiyeong can lengthen the kiss, making it long and deep.
When they do finally part, Seungri smiles at him, and G-Dragon smiles back, and they burst into laughter.
Seungri thinks maybe he should drink more often.
***
Started/Finished: 10.18.08
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: Seungri/G-Dragon
Word Count: 1,421
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seungri gets drunk. G has some fun with him.
Genre: SMUT
A/N: So yeah i wrote this stemming from this picture: here and well yeah. this is my first Big Bang fic, and its not very fleshed out with their personalities because honestly i dont know them as much as i know Suju's, which brings me to my next point, i converted it into a filthy Kyuteuk fic because i wanted to post in the Super Junior comm miracle______ too, so yeah. if you want to read it, comment and i'll link you. it's also on my journal, as always. Anyways, i do hope you enjoy!
Seungri is drunk.
This generally doesn’t happen, but his hyungs were rather persuasive that night and he deserved a break and…well, he’s drunk, and that’s the point.
It isn’t until G-dragon is crawling up his chest, hand sliding up the inside of his thigh a little too close for comfort, twisted smirk spreading across his face, startling close to his, does he realize what’s happening.
He’s being seduced.
Damnit, he thinks. Not again.
“Seungri…” Jiyeong hisses, oh so seductively, and only now does every part of his body come to attention, reacting to his situation. Jiyeongs smile only widens, and his hand only inches higher.
“Y-yes?”
“Do you know how hot you look right now?”
Seungri thinks this is kind of a strange statement, given his disheveled clothes, his mussed up hair, and his ungraceful sprawl against the wall. He raises an eyebrow at G-Dragon, one eyelid fluttering drunkenly.
“Well…” says Jiyeong, “actually, you look like shit. But for some reason, it still…” He trails off, but Seungri doesn’t need to hear the rest of of his sentence because it’s now pressing against his thigh. He gulps as G-Dragon slips in between his parted legs and moves to straddle him. He smirks again, and this time Seungri sees a promise behind his hazy, lust-and-alcohol-clouded eyes.
Seungri gasps as Jiyeong hovers over him, body radiating heat, watching as nimble fingers play at his zipper teasingly. His hips jerk up a little, uncontrollably, and Seungri curses his lack of control over his own body. He pants a little, breathing becoming shallow as G-Dragon lowers his lips to Seungri’s pulse and begins to suck, lightly at first and then hard, determined to leave a mark. He does. Multiple times. Seungri can’t quite blame himself for his actions after that.
Seungri’s hands come up to grasp G-Dragon’s hips, fingers bruising in his unbridled, uninhibited want from the alcohol. Jiyeong smiles against the soft, sensitive, bruised skin of his neck, and he lowers his weight onto Seungri’s hips. His hands come up from the zipper of the younger’s jeans to slide up his chest, bunching his shirt up around his arms and Seungri gasps audibly, head falling back against the wall. He arches his back, trying to get closer to Jiyeong, needing more. He pushes his hips up against his hyung, desperately seeking friction. Jiyeong complies, rolling his hips into Seungri’s, whose moans are immediately devoured by Jiyeong’s skilled lips, tongue skirting over his parted lips, swiping the bottom once, twice before slipping inside.
Seungri’s hands come up to twist in G-Dragon’s already mussed up locks, tugging him closer, positioning them so that G-Dragon kneels between his parted legs. G-Dragon lets himself press against Seungri, being rewarded with a wanton moan from the younger boy. He presses himself against Seungri’s thigh, chest heaving with restraint, having been intent on teasing the boy until the younger can’t handle it any more. And he can’t. Seungri loses himself, abandoning the last shred of his sanity, and he wraps his legs around his hyung’s hips, lifting himself to press his body flush against Jiyeong’s. Jiyeong’s surprised as he tastes blood; its his own as Seungri bites down on his lip and groans in a mixture of want and pain from being denied proper attention.
It’s too much for G-Dragon. He takes his hands from where they tease a nipple and he presses one hand to Seungri’s lower stomach, forcing him back down, the other emitting a whine of displeasure. G-Dragon quickly silences his plea as his other hand drags down the zipper of his jeans and pushes them down swiftly. Seungri quickly shakes out of them, with help from Jiyeong, and his entire body arches, mouth falling open with a loud moan as a hand wraps deftly around his cock and begins to jerk up and down roughly.
G-Dragon sucks in a breath as Seungri makes quick work of his own jeans, the restricting fabric torn of in seconds. Seungri reaches up a hand and pushes G-Dragon away slightly, and G-Dragon looks at him, confusion apparent in his features as he moves back. Seungri locks eyes with him, his dark orbs watching him as he takes Jiyeong’s free hand in his own, slowly lifting it to his lips and sucking in the first two fingers agonizingly slow, tantalizingly, eyes never leaving the other’s face. Jiyeong’s eyes fall shut and his head rolls back as he lets out a loud moan, his cock twitching in response to Seungri’s ministrations. His hand stills and Seungri pushes into it again, reminding him to keep going, and he does.
He opens his eyes and looks into Seungri’s again, burning, still watching him intently, dark with lust, and he lets a stunned G-Dragon’s fingers slip limply from his swollen, shining lips.G-Dragon stares at him. The younger guides his hand downward with his own, and G-Dragon smirks, only too happy to oblige to the unspoken request, pushing both fingers inside of Seungri swiftly. The younger hisses and arches up against him, the fingers starting to pump inside him painful but causing little tremors of pleasure to travel up his skin.
He bucks against Jiyeong’s hand and the older bends down, fitting his mouth around a pink nipple, tongue flicking and licking and teasing. Seungri writhes beneath him as he inserts another finger, both the hand between his legs and the hand around his cock increasing their speed, and Jiyeong’s not sure he can last much longer, not with the mewls escaping the younger’s parted, trembling lips. Jiyeong lifts his head and watches the other squirming in pleasure. He watches as beads of sweat streak down his face, trailing hot paths down his neck and chest. He watches his flushed skin tremble beneath him. He watches as he bites down on his swollen lip, the pink tip of a tongue darting out to soothe the nips the younger inflicts on himself in abandon. Seungri finally breaks his control with one particularly desperate whine, and Jiyeong snaps, pulling his hand away and canting Seungri’s hips, the other hand on his hip grasping hard enough to bruise.
Seungri’s back lurches off the corner where wall meets floor and arches gracefully as G-Dragon thrusts into him roughly, face buried in the crook of his neck. Jiyeong waits, biting the skin under him to try to control himself, but Seungri pushes his hips down against him, telling him to move, and he sets the pace fast, pounding into the younger desperately. His fingers wrap again around the other’s cock, thumb pressing against the slit. Seungri tries desperately to suck in air but Jiyeong forces it out again through another loud moan, his thumb swirling pre-come around the tip of Seungri’s cock as he thrusts quickly in and out.
“H-h-hyung…” Seungri stammers, bucking against G-Dragon needily, and the older moves faster, harder, cock plunging deeper into the shaking boy beneath him.
His alcohol-laced blood rushes through his veins, staining Seungri’s cheeks a dark, patchy red. Both boys are close, their breathing becoming harsh pants and gasps and catching in their throats, sweat-drenched chests heaving against each other’s as their bodies move in tandem. Jiyeong thrusts once, twice, his hand jerking in time, before he explodes inside Seungri, the muscles under the skin on his back rippling and his shoulders shaking as he continues to ride out his orgasm with thrusts and rolls of his hips. Seungri feels the bursts and spasms travel in his body and he comes, hips jerking, with a long, loud moan of Jiyeong’s name, spilling himself hotly over the other’s hand.
Jiyeong rocks through Seungri’s release before his arms give out and he collapses on top of the gasping, trembling boy. Their slick skin shivers and jumps against each other and they lay there, catching their breath. After a few moments, G-Dragon rolls off Seungri and settles to the side of him, one arm slung across his own chest in exhaustion.
He looks up at the ceiling wearily. A grin spreads across face, different from before, as Seungri appears over him, leaning on his arms, sweat rolling down the side of his own grinning face. He leans down and presses a light kiss to Jiyeong’s lips, and before he can pull away a hand comes up and threads through his locks, holding the base of his neck so Jiyeong can lengthen the kiss, making it long and deep.
When they do finally part, Seungri smiles at him, and G-Dragon smiles back, and they burst into laughter.
Seungri thinks maybe he should drink more often.
***
Started/Finished: 10.18.08