broken. (one-shot)
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing/Characters: TOP/SeungRi/TaeYang (Hinted G-Ri)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This is a rape. I feel guilty about it.
Genre: Raunchy Smut.
Summary: Rape. Rape. Rape.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to,” Seung Hyun grunted as he shifted his weight and shoved more of his length into the squirming maknae.
“Hyung!” The interjection was pitiful. Seung Ri knew they were alone, that no one would help him and as the older dug his grip into his hips, Seung Ri buried his face in his sheets, tears forming against his will. He didn’t know if it was the pain or the humiliation. He heard himself whimper as Seung Hyun grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up to him. Seung Hyun continued to thrust as Seung Ri leaned back into him.
“Hyung,” he said quietly and then became relieved as Seung Hyun softened his movements. He felt the older man pull his face toward him, as if to kiss him, but he resisted.
“Hyung, please…Please stop…you’re hurting me. I-” He didn’t finish as he twisted to look at Seung Hyun whose grip had become tighter. He had annoyed him even more. Seung Hyun felt his anger boil up again. He wanted something he couldn’t have. He was going to have to take it. He pushed Seung Ri down, forcing his head into the bed as he grinded into him. Seung Ri tightened around the man sending him into immense amounts of pleasure.
Seung Ri felt hot tears pool in the sheet below him and tried to forget this was happening to him. He opened his eyes and looked to the door, which was cracked, a figure standing on the other side, witnessing his humiliation.
Young Bae had come to break up a fight. However, what he had walked in on was an assault instead. He was just about to press the door open when he saw Seung Hyun push Seung Ri to the bed.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded forcefully. Young Bae’s eyes widened as Seung Ri’s did the same thing, looking up at his hyung in disbelief.
“Open your mouth, you bastard!” he yelled. Seung Ri’s face turned to a scowl as Seung Hyun took out his dick.
“Fuck you,” he muttered. Young Bae realized Seung Ri sported a black eye, probably given to him by the man standing there, rubbing himself and pressing the back of Seung Ri’s neck with his free hand, forcing him closer.
Young Bae didn’t know what to do anymore. The maknae always hung on everyone’s arm, could he really be gay? Were they together? Did Seung Ri need to be saved… Or not? He resolved to turn back but it was something he’d never see and curiosity forced him to stay, trying holding back his heavy breath.
“Do it,” Seung Hyun said as he grabbed Seung Ri’s jaw, his slender fingers digging in his skin. Young Bae watched as the maknae glared, tears coming to his eyes.
“Open it,” he said with finality, as he pressed his throbbing member against Seung Ri’s lips, causing Seung Ri to cooperate.
“Wider,” he grunted as Seung Ri’s teeth brushed against his skin. He obeyed as Seung Hyun looked up and then closed his eyes, his jaw clenching, accentuating his strong jaw line as Seung Ri began to instinctively suck as he usually did, the warmth and tightness of his mouth causing Seung Hyun to let out a combination of a groan and a low hum. Seung Ri tried to displace himself. First he tried to imagine it was Ji Yong but he couldn’t, Ji Yong would never thrust so fervently and carelessly, gagging him and causing him to cry even more, pulling his hair as he grunted low commands, shoving in and out swiftly. He tried to imagine that he was just a witness to it all. That it wasn’t him that it was being done to, that it was two people he didn’t know and he was just standing in the corner reading a book. He settled on that.
Young Bae had seen enough but some sick part of him hadn’t. He felt his own member growing harder and harder and he slowly began to rub himself through his sweatpants.
As Seung Hyun pulled back from Seung Ri, who looked up with tear stained cheeks, his lips wet and tightened into a frown of disgust, Young Bae wondered if it was over, if he had just finished in his mouth. He was trying to decide if he should leave or, if for fear of being heard, just stay and time his entrance right, feigning ignorance but Seung Hyun wasn’t finished as he forced Seung Ri to turn over and began to enter him. Seung Ri’s pleas started loud and then began to grow quieter and he finally lay there whimpering. It was then he turned his head and saw Young Bae who had placed his hand in his pants, slowly rubbing his shaft.
Seung Ri’s face dropped all emotion as Seung Hyun continued to pummel him. He stared at Young Bae with cold intent eyes. Young Bae continue to stroke himself, imagining the feeling of Seung Ri’s tight ass, imagining doing as Seung Hyun did while he stared into Seung Ri’s dark eyes. He began to get angry. The maknae’s accusing face just glared.
Seung Ri felt more betrayed than violated. He felt a bitter smile cross his lips, a smile that meant the opposite of all the happiness he’d ever expressed with a smile before. Young Bae seethed as he saw him smile. Who the fuck are you to smirk at me? You’re smaller than everyone else. Are you judging me? He wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same as them. It wasn’t like he was actually gay. Like this kind of thing usually got him off. He felt his hard cock call for Seung Ri’s muscled body and the guilt building up in him continued to transform into anger as Seung Ri continued to stare.
He felt himself walking over to Seung Ri before he knew it, holding his cock, swiftly approaching them. Seung Hyun stopped his assault on Seung Ri, screaming, “YAH!”
But Young Bae ignored him, something inside him had snapped as he shoved his sweat pants down. He was rougher than Seung Hyun had been, yanking Seung Ri’s head by the hair and pressing his hard dick against the maknae’s mouth.
“Suck it! Suck it!” he yelled. He shoved into his mouth as Seung Ri tried to find a way to slow the man’s desperate hard thrusts, his member hitting the back of his throat, gagging him. Seung Hyun had pulled out but now he began to continue, quickening, almost at his climax. He timed his thrusts with Young Bae’s, taking advantage of the way he tightened each time Young Bae hit the back of his throat. Young Bae pulled out and stroked his cock; looking to Seung Hyun who in return nodded and withdrew from the broken boy, who collapsed. Seung Hyun began to stroke himself but then grabbed Seung Ri’s hand and guided him to do it as Young Bae started to stuff himself into the maknae.
“Do it properly,” Seung Hyun hissed. Seung Ri tighten his grip. He began to stroke roughly but Seung Hyun didn’t seem to mind. Young Bae grunted as he leaned in closer and grabbed Seung Ri, kissing the back of his neck before he even thought about it. Seung Hyun looked down at Seung Ri’s hard member as Young Bae stopped and turned him over. Seung Hyun began to stroke as fast as he could so as to cum on his face.
Seung Ri began to moan with each thrust. The horror in his voice had become smaller and more pleasure could be heard with each whine. Seung Hyun found himself at his limit. He let his hot load out as the maknae shut his eyes tight. A strong thrust from Young Bae caused him to moan and he caught some of it in his mouth, tasting Seung Hyun’s cum. Seung Hyun did nothing but quietly watch as Young Bae continued. It seemed as though Young Bae had much more rage inside of him. Seung Ri had begun to stroke his own cock, cumming on his muscular stomach. Young Bae felt himself at the end too. He wouldn’t settle for halfway. He made the maknae open his mouth.
“Swallow it. Swallow all of it.” His voice was filled with venom. It made Seung Hyun feel a little sympathy. He thought of his own release, which was so pleasurable, unloading all his hatred and frustration out of Seung Ri. It was sick but he didn’t regret it and he knew Young Bae wouldn’t either. The two looked at each other and then to the maknae, his mouth still dripping with bits of cum. He had run out of tears and just stared at the wall, naked and battered and broken. Just the way they liked him.
Pairing/Characters: TOP/SeungRi/TaeYang (Hinted G-Ri)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This is a rape. I feel guilty about it.
Genre: Raunchy Smut.
Summary: Rape. Rape. Rape.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to,” Seung Hyun grunted as he shifted his weight and shoved more of his length into the squirming maknae.
“Hyung!” The interjection was pitiful. Seung Ri knew they were alone, that no one would help him and as the older dug his grip into his hips, Seung Ri buried his face in his sheets, tears forming against his will. He didn’t know if it was the pain or the humiliation. He heard himself whimper as Seung Hyun grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up to him. Seung Hyun continued to thrust as Seung Ri leaned back into him.
“Hyung,” he said quietly and then became relieved as Seung Hyun softened his movements. He felt the older man pull his face toward him, as if to kiss him, but he resisted.
“Hyung, please…Please stop…you’re hurting me. I-” He didn’t finish as he twisted to look at Seung Hyun whose grip had become tighter. He had annoyed him even more. Seung Hyun felt his anger boil up again. He wanted something he couldn’t have. He was going to have to take it. He pushed Seung Ri down, forcing his head into the bed as he grinded into him. Seung Ri tightened around the man sending him into immense amounts of pleasure.
Seung Ri felt hot tears pool in the sheet below him and tried to forget this was happening to him. He opened his eyes and looked to the door, which was cracked, a figure standing on the other side, witnessing his humiliation.
Young Bae had come to break up a fight. However, what he had walked in on was an assault instead. He was just about to press the door open when he saw Seung Hyun push Seung Ri to the bed.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded forcefully. Young Bae’s eyes widened as Seung Ri’s did the same thing, looking up at his hyung in disbelief.
“Open your mouth, you bastard!” he yelled. Seung Ri’s face turned to a scowl as Seung Hyun took out his dick.
“Fuck you,” he muttered. Young Bae realized Seung Ri sported a black eye, probably given to him by the man standing there, rubbing himself and pressing the back of Seung Ri’s neck with his free hand, forcing him closer.
Young Bae didn’t know what to do anymore. The maknae always hung on everyone’s arm, could he really be gay? Were they together? Did Seung Ri need to be saved… Or not? He resolved to turn back but it was something he’d never see and curiosity forced him to stay, trying holding back his heavy breath.
“Do it,” Seung Hyun said as he grabbed Seung Ri’s jaw, his slender fingers digging in his skin. Young Bae watched as the maknae glared, tears coming to his eyes.
“Open it,” he said with finality, as he pressed his throbbing member against Seung Ri’s lips, causing Seung Ri to cooperate.
“Wider,” he grunted as Seung Ri’s teeth brushed against his skin. He obeyed as Seung Hyun looked up and then closed his eyes, his jaw clenching, accentuating his strong jaw line as Seung Ri began to instinctively suck as he usually did, the warmth and tightness of his mouth causing Seung Hyun to let out a combination of a groan and a low hum. Seung Ri tried to displace himself. First he tried to imagine it was Ji Yong but he couldn’t, Ji Yong would never thrust so fervently and carelessly, gagging him and causing him to cry even more, pulling his hair as he grunted low commands, shoving in and out swiftly. He tried to imagine that he was just a witness to it all. That it wasn’t him that it was being done to, that it was two people he didn’t know and he was just standing in the corner reading a book. He settled on that.
Young Bae had seen enough but some sick part of him hadn’t. He felt his own member growing harder and harder and he slowly began to rub himself through his sweatpants.
As Seung Hyun pulled back from Seung Ri, who looked up with tear stained cheeks, his lips wet and tightened into a frown of disgust, Young Bae wondered if it was over, if he had just finished in his mouth. He was trying to decide if he should leave or, if for fear of being heard, just stay and time his entrance right, feigning ignorance but Seung Hyun wasn’t finished as he forced Seung Ri to turn over and began to enter him. Seung Ri’s pleas started loud and then began to grow quieter and he finally lay there whimpering. It was then he turned his head and saw Young Bae who had placed his hand in his pants, slowly rubbing his shaft.
Seung Ri’s face dropped all emotion as Seung Hyun continued to pummel him. He stared at Young Bae with cold intent eyes. Young Bae continue to stroke himself, imagining the feeling of Seung Ri’s tight ass, imagining doing as Seung Hyun did while he stared into Seung Ri’s dark eyes. He began to get angry. The maknae’s accusing face just glared.
Seung Ri felt more betrayed than violated. He felt a bitter smile cross his lips, a smile that meant the opposite of all the happiness he’d ever expressed with a smile before. Young Bae seethed as he saw him smile. Who the fuck are you to smirk at me? You’re smaller than everyone else. Are you judging me? He wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same as them. It wasn’t like he was actually gay. Like this kind of thing usually got him off. He felt his hard cock call for Seung Ri’s muscled body and the guilt building up in him continued to transform into anger as Seung Ri continued to stare.
He felt himself walking over to Seung Ri before he knew it, holding his cock, swiftly approaching them. Seung Hyun stopped his assault on Seung Ri, screaming, “YAH!”
But Young Bae ignored him, something inside him had snapped as he shoved his sweat pants down. He was rougher than Seung Hyun had been, yanking Seung Ri’s head by the hair and pressing his hard dick against the maknae’s mouth.
“Suck it! Suck it!” he yelled. He shoved into his mouth as Seung Ri tried to find a way to slow the man’s desperate hard thrusts, his member hitting the back of his throat, gagging him. Seung Hyun had pulled out but now he began to continue, quickening, almost at his climax. He timed his thrusts with Young Bae’s, taking advantage of the way he tightened each time Young Bae hit the back of his throat. Young Bae pulled out and stroked his cock; looking to Seung Hyun who in return nodded and withdrew from the broken boy, who collapsed. Seung Hyun began to stroke himself but then grabbed Seung Ri’s hand and guided him to do it as Young Bae started to stuff himself into the maknae.
“Do it properly,” Seung Hyun hissed. Seung Ri tighten his grip. He began to stroke roughly but Seung Hyun didn’t seem to mind. Young Bae grunted as he leaned in closer and grabbed Seung Ri, kissing the back of his neck before he even thought about it. Seung Hyun looked down at Seung Ri’s hard member as Young Bae stopped and turned him over. Seung Hyun began to stroke as fast as he could so as to cum on his face.
Seung Ri began to moan with each thrust. The horror in his voice had become smaller and more pleasure could be heard with each whine. Seung Hyun found himself at his limit. He let his hot load out as the maknae shut his eyes tight. A strong thrust from Young Bae caused him to moan and he caught some of it in his mouth, tasting Seung Hyun’s cum. Seung Hyun did nothing but quietly watch as Young Bae continued. It seemed as though Young Bae had much more rage inside of him. Seung Ri had begun to stroke his own cock, cumming on his muscular stomach. Young Bae felt himself at the end too. He wouldn’t settle for halfway. He made the maknae open his mouth.
“Swallow it. Swallow all of it.” His voice was filled with venom. It made Seung Hyun feel a little sympathy. He thought of his own release, which was so pleasurable, unloading all his hatred and frustration out of Seung Ri. It was sick but he didn’t regret it and he knew Young Bae wouldn’t either. The two looked at each other and then to the maknae, his mouth still dripping with bits of cum. He had run out of tears and just stared at the wall, naked and battered and broken. Just the way they liked him.