Missing You
Title: Missing You
Author: Lethallycute
Rating: S. M. U. T.
Summary: Ri is missing Ji and finds a replacement...sorta.
A/n: This is totally based off of twitter convos with vvipforseungri that we kept tagging chanrae in. MARTINA IM DEDICATING THIS AWFUL THING TO YOU OK?! AND RAE IM INCLUDING YOU IN THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!!
Enjoy!!
He missed him. God did he miss him. He was in Japan. Alone. No BigBang. No group. No Ji. How was he to survive with out his leader? His love? His Ji Yong? He swore he saw his man everywhere he looked. His eyes in the makeup artists that prepped him that morning. His smile in the barista who took his order. His lips on the nameless woman beneath his shirtless frame. That's what did him in. He missed those plump pink lips. He missed the way they stretched and thinned when they parted to take his swollen head all the way down to the base. He missed the way they spread apart into a perfect "O" when Seungri bit that spot above his collar bone. He missed the way they smirked when Ji would brush his prostate as he prepped him. He missed the dirty words and broken syllables that passed between them when he was almost close...Damn he missed him.
The unknown vixen below him wasn't what he wanted. No. He didn't want her body that was clad in black lace that fit tight and accentuated attributes that may or may not have been real. He didn't want her dramatic eyeliner or fake lashes that batted at him in pure lust. He didn't want her lean, soft, lightly painted fingers. He preferred calloused ones with nails that were bitten down too far from stress. He didn't want the high pitched whine that came out of her throat as he roamed her body with his hands. Hands that longed. Hands that searched. Hands that wanted to feel him. Not her.
"Oppa..." she moaned in her heavy Japanese accent. The way she looked at him. Only fueled his anger. His disgust for her. His desire for him.
"Shut up. Get on your knees. Now." He was rough tonight. Usually it was the other way around. Ji would tell him what to do, and he would be too far gone to object otherwise. But Ji wasn't here. Ji wasn't the one squirming for attention beneath him. And that's what ignited his carnal desire even more.
The female knelt down, eye level with his boxers and looked up at him with a glint of mischief that sparkled in her eyes. He was impatient.
"Take them off. Don't play with me." he nearly growled at her. But who cared? She was just a toy at this point. He was the one playing. Her feelings were the least of his worries.
He hissed at the cool air that hit his heated member as it sprang free. Just the thought of Ji Yong made him needy.
She licked and nipped at the head. Grazing it with her teeth. Probably trying to tease him. But he couldn't deal with a tease right now. He just wanted to get off.
"Take it all."
He spoke with finality.
Her well manicured hands wrapped around the base. Her mouth encircled as much as she could handle. But Seungri wasn't hearing that. He grabbed her hair and guided her face down further, nose almost brushing his groin. She choked as he hit the back of her throat. But he could care less.
His eyebrows knitted together and his smooth forehead wrinkled as he shut his eyes tight. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. Fuck this wasn't getting it the way he wanted, but he was too far to stop now. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head. Tongue swirling. Saliva-Precum mixture dripping. Unrealistically rosie cheek bones jutting, this is not what he wanted. But it would have to do.
She hummed around his cock and that sparked him into motion. His eyes flew open and his right hand found itself around her neck while the other held tightly around her elbow. He tossed her, none too gently onto the mattress and snatched off the delicate material that covered her ass. He growled as he slammed into her without warning, not giving her time to adjust to his size or rhythm. He threw her legs over his shoulders to get better leverage. His pace was sporadic and his gut began to tense. She whined and wailed into the dimly lit room.
He clamped her mouth shut with his teeth, biting down hard. Never kissing her. Just there to keep her quiet. All he wanted was release.
Skin became slick and flustered with rising body temperature. Feminine digits tangled in sheets and masculine ones held tight to almost bruised calf muscles as he rammed her into oblivion.
He was close. Almost there. The coils in his abdomen wound tighter and tighter. Forewarning of their final pop that would soon release everything that was built up.
He pulled out and grabbed the base of his own member, pumping the last strokes that would tip him over. Vision going blank, back arching, muscles burning, hairs standing on all ends, he came. Everywhere. Hot white ropes spewing in perfect aim at her pale stomach. It was over, almost as quickly as it began.
Seungri was tired. His body was weak. His neck gave away and allowed his head to loll to the side as his eye lids drooped. His grip became lax and he nearly fell off the bed.
The girl looked at her stomach in disgust. Finger tips trying to wipe away the mess, only succeeding in making it messier. He stood up and walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom. Not bothering to turn on the light, he blindly reached for a towel that hung on the wall, and threw it at her. She barely caught it, looking at him in surprise.
"Here." That was all he could offer. It was all he wanted to offer.
He made his way back to the mattress, pushing her over slightly so he could settle beneath the soiled sheets.
She sat there and stared at his back that was facing her. He blocked her out. Blocked out his surroundings. He closed his eyes and sighed internally. He let his mind wander and drift off into peace as he imagined that he was back home, in newly toned arms that wrapped around his waist and held him close. Arms that pulled him in, so he could barely catch the soft whispers of "I love you's".
He pulled the covers tighter around his body, warming his now shivering frame. Ignoring the person whom he hadnt heard leave the room.
He wasn't home. But he had to make due with what he had.
The back pocket of his long forgotten jeans lit slightly, showing that he had a message.
From Ji:
Sorry I didn't answer your call. I'll talk to you soon. I miss you. Love you baby.
A/n: soooo....hi guys....I wrote this because of the recent happenings. It's my interpretation of what went down that night. Of course this nameless female isn't happy. I mean...hello he didn't even act like he wanted her. But who would when they had a Kwon Ji Yong at home?? He just needed to relieve himself. Understandable right?? Yeah??? I thought so too. This was written in a hurry but oh well whatever. It'll do. Cuz lord knows I won't remember the plot when I wake up tomorrow and read over it. I'm pathetic! Just glad Ri got some lovin! Even if it wasn't from his man...
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