Family Fun Night (NC-17)
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing: BaeRi (Taeyang & Seungri)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/Romance
Warning: *Forceful Bebe
Summary: Seungri decides to make Family Fun Night a little less family friendly.
A/N: Ugh. Just some generic Baeri smut. I totally wrote this for my own enjoyment. Thus the mention of Scrabble. But hey, I hope you enjoy it too.
“I want to fuck you.” The statement was abrupt and lingered in the air, hovering above the open Scrabble set, glasses of papaya juice and a platter of bacon that Youngbae had placed carefully on the table so that everything was to his liking. He frowned at his junior’s words, refusing to look away from the board game but instead recalling every English word he could spell out with his tiles. Seungri let out a huff of frustration.
“Did you hear me, hyung? I-“
“I heard you. I’m in the middle of my turn.” Youngbae laid out his tiles, a smug expression on his face as he scored 66 points. Yes, he reigned supreme in all languages. No one could contest that.
“Hyung…”
Seungri felt his face grow hot and a slow seething anger creep through his mind and down his spine. It wasn’t an easy admission by a long shot and yet he had immediately been rebuffed and blown off.
“Ah, I’m winning,” Youngbae spoke mainly to himself, grabbing a piece of bacon. His jaw chewing enthusiastically as he smiled, he goaded Seungri once again. “You going to take your turn or not?”
“Hyung, are you even listening to me?”
“I just want to play Scrabble, Seungri. Why does your dick have to factor in to every board game?
“It does not.” Seungri said looking away. There was only that one time his dick factored into a board game and Youngbae knew damn well that was strip Monopoly.
“It’s an awful strategy to shock someone into losing.”
“It’s an awful strategy to be such a competitive asshole.” Seungri replied, side swiping a good amount of the tiles off the board before folding his arms.
“Don’t- why would you do that Seungri?” Youngbae was immediately frustrated, his brow in a scowl, his face expressing anger and disappointment.
“I’m trying to come to you as a man.”
“You don’t know about coming to anyone as a man, Seungri. It doesn’t usually happen during board games.”
“Well, with me it does. But thanks for the boost in confidence. You could actually tell me you weren’t interested instead.”
“Who says I’m not interested, Seungri? I just want to beat your ass in Scrabble.”
Seungri knew he was literally pouting as he sat there staring at Youngbae who had leaned over to pick up a couple of tiles that landed on the floor. He arranged the letters, using his memory to put the tiles back to where they were.
“Seungri. It’s your turn.” Youngbae said, before letting out a sigh of relief as he completed the board.
“I don’t want to play.”
“Seunghyun.” Youngbae’s verbal warning was strict and deep and sounded more like it came from a teacher than a hyung.
He’s so full of shit. Seungri thought about the way they’d shared lingering touches or when Youngbae manhandled him, breathing into his ear, whispering things like I want you. It was okay then, but not during his precious game of Scrabble, not while he could show off his English and drink papaya juice. He didn’t understand why the sexual tension always had to come at his expense or why he tolerated it. Youngbae was in every sense of the word, lame. He could walk away from someone like him at any time but as he found himself playing a game of fucking Scrabble, eating fucking turkey bacon of all things, drinking fucking papaya juice, he had come to a simple conclusion. I’ve caught his fucking lameness. He knew the interjection was a simple act of desperation to avoid allowing that concept to become real. It all resulted in him being angry during a Scrabble game himself, which was the lamest thing of all.
He knocked over the board, Scrabble tiles flying everywhere. Youngbae immediately stood up, picking up the board, frowning. His face contorted into a malevolent and small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He was at his breaking point. He just wanted to play some damn Scrabble.
“I was winning.” He was muttering and not necessarily to Seungri which was kind of scary and strange. A weird mood set into the air as Youngbae slowly and methodically set down the board before walking up to Seungri who sat still, afraid to move. The maknae’s anger had immediately dissipated, turning into anxiety and nervousness as Youngbae hovered over him, seething. The older man looked down frustrated, his jaw clenched, his face set with an irate fury. He grabbed Seungri’s neck gruffly, without looking down. He cocked his head to the side, sucking in air briefly before speaking, “I guess I should just give you what you want, shouldn’t I?” He looked down and undid his belt buckle as Seungri sputtered.
“What?” Seungri said, his voice innocent and wavering. His pride had shrunken and he didn’t understand what he had gotten himself into. Youngbae’s grip tightened.
“My zipper.” Youngbae said lowly. Seungri looked at him, his mouth open slightly, confusion on his face. “Undo my pants and open your mouth.”
Seungri looked up. He didn’t want to be put in this submissive position and fixed his lips together before thinking about how much he wanted to give in. Youngbae tightened his grip even further as he settled for undoing his pants himself, the muscle in his veiny arms accentuating his short and violent pulls to unbutton his jeans. His erection was already peaking outside of his boxers as he tugged his pants down.
“Open your mouth.” The words were low, delivered with the same tone he would have disciplining Seungri for not eating vegetables or playing a Backstreet Boys song too loud. He stroked his member, smacking it on Seungri’s closed mouth. “Open.”
Seungri did as he was told, a decision he wasn’t sure he had made himself. It felt like he was on autopilot. He really had wanted to sleep with him. Over the last few months the desire had grown. Every little moment was like a porn video to him. Watching Youngbae walk on a treadmill, make a sandwich, devour a bowl of ice cream, or shrug off a jacket had all had disgusting connotations to them in his mind. All of a sudden it was becoming real.
Youngbae thrust his length in the younger man’s mouth, immediately watering Seungri’s eyes as it hit the back of his throat. He moved his grip to the back of Seungri’s head, taking a handful of hair in his grasp and thrusting once more. Seungri looked up at him as he let his tongue writhe on the underside of Youngbae’s cock. He liked feeling all of his throbbing length in his throat, pressuring him to hold it in, fighting the gagging feeling that was beginning to make his own member harden.
He began to stroke his bulge through his jeans, feeling a throbbing discomfort. He focused on Youngbae’s low hums as he began to slide in and out with a rhythm. “You want me to fuck you Seungri? I’ll fuck you.” His voice was barely audible, the sounds of Seungri’s smothered gags and moans pushing him to move faster before being pushed away by Seungri, who caught his breath immediately, panting heavily. Youngbae looked down at Seungri. Surveying the younger man’s tears he began to feel a bit guilty.
“Seungri…”
“Just give me a minute.” Seungri said, dramatically clearing his throat. He stretched his jaw open before closing it again, ready for the next bout of Youngbae’s eager jabs. “Okay, come here.”
“Seungri,” Youngbae repeated, his voice soft and repenting.
“Come here, hyung.” It was Youngbae’s turn to follow directions, stepping forward slowly as Seungri grabbed Youngbae’s member, stroking his shaft and wrapping his mouth around the head of his cock. Youngbae tried his best to stay still, resisting the urge to slide in and out of Seungri’s mouth. Seungri swallowed the entire length of Youngbae, bobbing his head up and down and gagging himself, the sound of his slurps and sucks ringing through the air. Youngbae began to push back as Seungri undid his own pants, unable to take the pressure his hardened cock felt in his tight jeans.
“Get up.” Youngbae spoke softly as he withdrew from Seungri’s mouth.
As Seungri stood up, Youngbae began to stroke the man’s member with one hand, rhythmically syncing with the pace of his other, which was wrapped around his own. He heard a small slight moan from Seungri and smirked.
“I really want you to fuck me,” Seungri whispered before taking off his t-shirt.
“What?” Youngbae asked.
“I really want…” Seungri’s voice trailed off as Youngbae lowered himself on his knees.
“What do you want?” Youngbae said glancing upwards, staring as he used both hands, interlacing them around Seungri’s member and smirking.
“Fuck me, hyung.”
It was pointless for him to say it since that obviously wasn’t Youngbae’s intention. Not right away anyway, as the older began to work his tongue around Seungri’s cock mercilessly, running it around the tip before licking the entire length of the underside of his shaft. He heard himself moan lightly then begin to become louder as Youngbae wrapped his mouth around him, his slow methodical movements driving Seungri crazy. He couldn’t take it anymore, his toes curled and his teeth burrowed into his lip, resisting the urge to scream before Youngbae stopped, spitting onto his shaft and stroking him viciously, swiftly running his hand up and down bringing him close to climax in a mere five minutes. He looked up to Seungri, smiling, his innocent grin a dark contrast to the way he stroked Seungri’s member quickly.
“Youngbae, just fuck me.”
“Why are you talking down to me?” he asked.
“Just do it, Youngbae…please.”
Youngbae stood up turning Seungri around forcefully and grabbing his shoulder, speaking lowly in his ear, “Why are you talking down to me, Seungri?”
The younger boy played along, enjoying the forceful grip Youngbae kept on his shoulder as he leaned over and pulled Seungri’s pants down further. They staggered together towards the table. Seungri once again knocked the Scrabble board off the surface before bending over.
“Youngbae..”
“Seungri, you owe me some kind of respect,” Youngbae said before wetting his own finger between his lips.
“Hurry up and fuck me.”
Youngbae laid a smack against Seungri’s ass. “Stop talking down to me, maknae. Do I need to teach you manners?”
“Yes.” Seungri said softly as Youngbae placed his two fingers in his entrance quickly. Youngbae’s pace was rough and quick and he inserted another finger before Seungri was quite ready.
“What do you call me?”
Seungri replied with a moan. The pain was the same thing as pleasure for him. His fingers gripped against the tabletop as his forehead pressed against the same surface.
“Youngbae,” he replied, yearning for more force.
“Show me how much you want it, Seungri. Come on.” Youngbae said, pulling Seungri up by the hair with his other hand and whispering in his ear.
“Oh, hyung. Please. Please, fuck me.”
Youngbae relented, withdrawing his fingers and spitting in his hand, slicking his member before shoving himself inside of Seungri, who writhed in pleasure, his partner’s very first thrust hitting a tangle of nerves that shot stars in his eyes. Youngbae felt the tightness of Seungri, gripping him, his warm body a comforting solace. His strokes were slow, his hips grinding into Seungri as his fingers gripped the younger man’s ass. Youngbae pressed deeper and deeper, as he caressed the length of Seungri’s body, running his hands down the mans back and pulling him closer, his arms wrapping around him as he grabbed his chest. Seungri almost felt the need to tell him harder, faster. Almost, but this seemed to be enough. Sometimes softer was better. He cooed as he fell forward on to the table, again, Youngbae letting him go to get better leverage, striking Seungri just right once more.
“Hyung,” Seungri moaned, wrapping his hand around his own member. The cry encouraged Youngbae and he began to speed up, grunting as he hovered over Seungri, laying tender yet frantic kisses all over his back. As he breathed harder and harder, his thrust became harder too. Seungri felt eager to feel Youngbae’s orgasm, to hear the older man moan for him.
“Hyung, please cum. Please cum for me.”
Youngbae was nothing if not obedient, releasing his load inside of the man that lay over the table before him. His moans and sighs were melodic and Seungri felt like he had accomplished something, a dazed and sluggish smile across his face. Youngbae kissed Seungri again on his back before guiding him to turn around. Seungri leaned against the table, as he looked Youngbae in the eye. His hyung wrapped his hand around him, slowly stroking his shaft.
“You know I like you,” Youngbae muttered. His face was red, his embarrassment apparent.
“But you didn’t love me. You didn’t even let me know you wanted me like this,” Seungri glanced down at his own member, still being massaged by Youngbae.
“I spend so much time with you Seungri,” Youngbae leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his partner’s lips. Their first kiss. “Because I like you,” he said, speaking a fraction of an inch in front of Seungri’s mouth. He attempted to pull back, before Seungri caught him again with another kiss. This one deeper, their tongues dancing against each other, the breath between them becoming thin and scarce and they both couldn’t breathe nor wanted too, only stopping for the necessity to stay alive.
“Youngbae, I want this though. I want to be with you. I don’t just want to be your friend.” Seungri said. He became distracted, as Youngbae’s hand had sped up, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
“Your turn.” Youngbae said, biting his lip. He began to stroke Seungri even quicker, almost immediately causing the younger man to erupt all over his own stomach, wet and warm splatter hitting his skin, his moans light and soft.
It was over and it was awkward. The two of them avoiding eye contact. The love declarations, kisses and sex were over with.
“Now what?” Seungri asked, uncharacteristically unsure and bashful, his face turning red. Youngbae got himself together, pulling up his pants, picking up the Scrabble board on the floor and sitting at the table. Seungri turned around after following suit and gathering his boxers and pants from around his ankle. He glanced at Youngbae, to find him picking up tiles fallen over the table.
“Now, I beat your ass in Scrabble.”