Seven Emotions, part Three
Title: Safety
Character focus: Seung-ri (however, this is very G-ri)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seung-ri feels safe
A/N: Part three of the Seven Emotions series :) which is, essentially, an attempt to inspire and spur myself into being creative on a daily basis... Only life came in between and I didn't type this out even though I finished it two weeks ago... I'm a bad, bad girl.Spank me, and please enjoy!
Sleep is a precious, precious thing, and with his arms wrapped tightly around his pillow, Seung-ri clings to his disintegrating dreams as best as he can. He tries to slink away from roaming hands and probing fingers. “Nooo,” he protests, wriggling against the sheets until there’s a shout of dismay but it’s not his fault that he kicks in this state, Ji-yong should know better. It doesn’t necessarily mean that he does.
“Lie still, you little bitch, I’m trying to be nice to you!”
“You’re nicer when I’m sleeping,” Seung-ri mumbles and the words come out a mess, all jumbled together and Ji-yong only half understands. His hands are everywhere and Seung-ri’s pillow falls from off the bed. A whine cuts through the darkness and Ji-yong needs to pet his fingers through Seung-ri’s hair.
“Okay, sshh, hush, here, you can have your pillow back,” he mutters, stretching far and nearly falling over the edge of the mattress, all for the sake of Seung-ri’s stupid pillow. He fits it back into the empty pocket between Seung-ri and the sheets before he pulls the boy’s pyjama bottoms down.
“What time is it?”
“No one cares, Seung-ri,” Ji-yong whispers, eating at the back of Seung-ri’s neck, smiling at the little hairs that stand right up before shoves his hands up between Seung-ri’s legs. There’s a huff, a puff and a groan, and Seung-ri’s thighs yield.
“Fine, just get it over with.”
Ji-yong doesn’t reply, he’s too busy putting his fingers on Seung-ri’s little hole, playing with the tiny opening and getting it wet. It’s such a small, cute little thing, he muses to himself as Seung-ri squirms about trying to make himself comfortable.
“You missed me so much, didn’t you,” Ji-yong hums, rubbing a little harder and smiling when the centre of his attention twitches. Seung-ri lies still, of course, but he rolls his eyes.
“Hyu---”
“There’s no need for you to talk, Seung-ri.”
With a sigh, Seung-ri sinks back into the pillows. For a moment, he’s able to simply lie there, and he’s just drifting back toward dreams of endless glory and cherry-flavoured treats when suddenly Ji-yong clamps a hand over his mouth and forces his dick inside his too-tight hole without even trying to be sweet about it. Seung-ri’s eyes spill over, but his scream merely vibrates against Ji-yong’s palm, sounding more like a purr, really.
“Fuuck, baby,” Ji-yong pants against his neck like a dog and Seung-ri’s face screws up. There’s a wet, sucking noise coming from between his legs and he knows it’s because Ji-yong is fucking his cock into him so much harder than he needs to, but his face is wetter than the insides of his thighs.
“Sshh, baby, don’t cry, come on,” Ji-yong wheedles, taking his hand away and wiping Seung-ri’s cheek with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”
“Ouch, owwie, oww…”
“Be a man about it, Seung-ri,” Ji-yong chides him, smirking, and Seung-ri swats at him, missing by miles. Ji-yong smacks right back and Seung-ri screams. There’s a bang against the wall - “won’t you shut up!” - and even Seung-ri has to smile at that. He knows that once again, he and Ji-yong are creating turmoil, chaos.
It’s so fucking hardcore.
“My little Seung-ri is so cute,” Ji-yong murmurs, stroking his hands up and down his sides, feeling over his ribs and rubbing over the muscles like he owned them. He thinks that he does. Seung-ri is really so cute, even cuter when he stops resisting and lies quietly, pliant and sweet and wonderful, just for Ji-yong. He grabs onto Seung-ri’s arms, holding him down as the bed slams into the wall and Seung-ri squeaks louder than the springs.
“Why do you have to do it so hard,” Seung-ri manages from between his teeth. They’re clinking together like he was cold and he has to bite down to make sure his tongue is safe. He needs it.
“I can’t fuck you like I love you, you’ll get confused.”
Another hit on the wall and Seung-ri laughs. Sometimes, he thinks that the fact that they are pissing people off is the best part. He can feel his neck fogging up with Ji-yong’s breaths, he can feel the sheets go damp with sweat and most of all, he can feel his muscles strain and break and “hyyuung,” he whines, because he’s the bitch and he knows it.
Ji-yong grabs onto him and squeezes his arse cheeks close together, groaning when everything gets tighter and finally, he slows down, going easy on poor Seung-ri. He relishes in the disgusting, squishy sounds and rocks slowly back and forth until Seung-ri starts to lift his hips up and push back.
“Mmm, you like it, too, don’t you,” he murmurs, tracing Seung-ri’s stretched hole with his fingertips and breaking into a smile when Seung-ri reaches back as well, rubbing over the sensitive skin as though he was trying to soothe himself.
“Owww…”
“Oh, shut up.” Ji-yong moans when Seung-ri’s fingers slip over the base of his dick, down to his balls and then he hisses when the boy starts squeezing. “Don’t f-fucking end it,” he warns and he’s the one stuttering.
Not Seung-ri.
Speeding things up a little, Ji-yong forces Seung-ri onto his knees with the power of his thrusts, but Seung-ri’s face is still buried in the pillow and the fabric is damp - he’s drooling really badly and Ji-yong reaches up to wipe his chin. “You fucking slut, you want your mouth stuffed, too?”
“But I need my sleep,” Seung-ri pants, still insisting that he knows his own body better than Ji-yong. That’s just downright silly. Ji-yong grabs onto his neck, forcing his head up so that it strains as he thumbs over Seung-ri’s Adam’s apple.
“You wanna come, my pretty Seung-ri? Will it shut you up if I let you come?”
Ji-yong knows, of course, that nothing can shut Seung-ri’s mouth. Not for long, anyway. But it’s worth a try. He angles his hips up, biting into Seung-ri’s neck as he shoves his fingers between Seung-ri’s teeth to make him suck. Two holes stuffed full, and Seung-ri’s far up in heaven. His cheeks are getting red and he’s grinding into the mattress now, it won’t be long.
“Pretty, pretty Seung-ri…” It always helps to butter him up a bit before Ji-yong starts up the pace he’s been wanting, the one he always aims at and in a matter of seconds, Seung-ri screams around his fingers, a whirlwind of feelings attack and Seung-ri’s taut little body clenches up so tightly that Ji-yong has to literally force his dick back inside with every trust.
Seung-ri is always so loud when he comes and even more so tonight, because Ji-yong has to hit when Seung-ri bites down on his fingers. The sheets go from damp to wet and it hits the precious pillow, too, and his pyjamas. There’s so much. Seung-ri’s hole is just like a vice around Ji-yong’s dick, sucking at it and strangling it, like it’s trying to force all the come out and when he spits out Ji-yong’s fingers and starts begging for it, Ji-yong decides to be a good hyung.
He fucks Seung-ri through his orgasm, groaning when it hits him hard and Seung-ri just keeps pushing his butt up in the air. He keeps pumping until his come is squishing out around his cock and there’s only a whine left in Seung-ri’s voice. Feeling how wet Seung-ri’s thighs are getting, he fits his arms around him.
Seung-ri hugs his pillow, and Ji-yong hugs Seung-ri. One minute, two.
“Are you going back to your room?” Seung-ri asks, coughing to get the squeak out of his voice. Ji-yong is so heavy that Seung-ri is left breathless, weighed down under his body.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Good night.”
Seung-ri smiles softly around his sigh. “Okay, good night.”
Character focus: Seung-ri (however, this is very G-ri)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seung-ri feels safe
A/N: Part three of the Seven Emotions series :) which is, essentially, an attempt to inspire and spur myself into being creative on a daily basis... Only life came in between and I didn't type this out even though I finished it two weeks ago... I'm a bad, bad girl.Spank me, and please enjoy!
Sleep is a precious, precious thing, and with his arms wrapped tightly around his pillow, Seung-ri clings to his disintegrating dreams as best as he can. He tries to slink away from roaming hands and probing fingers. “Nooo,” he protests, wriggling against the sheets until there’s a shout of dismay but it’s not his fault that he kicks in this state, Ji-yong should know better. It doesn’t necessarily mean that he does.
“Lie still, you little bitch, I’m trying to be nice to you!”
“You’re nicer when I’m sleeping,” Seung-ri mumbles and the words come out a mess, all jumbled together and Ji-yong only half understands. His hands are everywhere and Seung-ri’s pillow falls from off the bed. A whine cuts through the darkness and Ji-yong needs to pet his fingers through Seung-ri’s hair.
“Okay, sshh, hush, here, you can have your pillow back,” he mutters, stretching far and nearly falling over the edge of the mattress, all for the sake of Seung-ri’s stupid pillow. He fits it back into the empty pocket between Seung-ri and the sheets before he pulls the boy’s pyjama bottoms down.
“What time is it?”
“No one cares, Seung-ri,” Ji-yong whispers, eating at the back of Seung-ri’s neck, smiling at the little hairs that stand right up before shoves his hands up between Seung-ri’s legs. There’s a huff, a puff and a groan, and Seung-ri’s thighs yield.
“Fine, just get it over with.”
Ji-yong doesn’t reply, he’s too busy putting his fingers on Seung-ri’s little hole, playing with the tiny opening and getting it wet. It’s such a small, cute little thing, he muses to himself as Seung-ri squirms about trying to make himself comfortable.
“You missed me so much, didn’t you,” Ji-yong hums, rubbing a little harder and smiling when the centre of his attention twitches. Seung-ri lies still, of course, but he rolls his eyes.
“Hyu---”
“There’s no need for you to talk, Seung-ri.”
With a sigh, Seung-ri sinks back into the pillows. For a moment, he’s able to simply lie there, and he’s just drifting back toward dreams of endless glory and cherry-flavoured treats when suddenly Ji-yong clamps a hand over his mouth and forces his dick inside his too-tight hole without even trying to be sweet about it. Seung-ri’s eyes spill over, but his scream merely vibrates against Ji-yong’s palm, sounding more like a purr, really.
“Fuuck, baby,” Ji-yong pants against his neck like a dog and Seung-ri’s face screws up. There’s a wet, sucking noise coming from between his legs and he knows it’s because Ji-yong is fucking his cock into him so much harder than he needs to, but his face is wetter than the insides of his thighs.
“Sshh, baby, don’t cry, come on,” Ji-yong wheedles, taking his hand away and wiping Seung-ri’s cheek with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”
“Ouch, owwie, oww…”
“Be a man about it, Seung-ri,” Ji-yong chides him, smirking, and Seung-ri swats at him, missing by miles. Ji-yong smacks right back and Seung-ri screams. There’s a bang against the wall - “won’t you shut up!” - and even Seung-ri has to smile at that. He knows that once again, he and Ji-yong are creating turmoil, chaos.
It’s so fucking hardcore.
“My little Seung-ri is so cute,” Ji-yong murmurs, stroking his hands up and down his sides, feeling over his ribs and rubbing over the muscles like he owned them. He thinks that he does. Seung-ri is really so cute, even cuter when he stops resisting and lies quietly, pliant and sweet and wonderful, just for Ji-yong. He grabs onto Seung-ri’s arms, holding him down as the bed slams into the wall and Seung-ri squeaks louder than the springs.
“Why do you have to do it so hard,” Seung-ri manages from between his teeth. They’re clinking together like he was cold and he has to bite down to make sure his tongue is safe. He needs it.
“I can’t fuck you like I love you, you’ll get confused.”
Another hit on the wall and Seung-ri laughs. Sometimes, he thinks that the fact that they are pissing people off is the best part. He can feel his neck fogging up with Ji-yong’s breaths, he can feel the sheets go damp with sweat and most of all, he can feel his muscles strain and break and “hyyuung,” he whines, because he’s the bitch and he knows it.
Ji-yong grabs onto him and squeezes his arse cheeks close together, groaning when everything gets tighter and finally, he slows down, going easy on poor Seung-ri. He relishes in the disgusting, squishy sounds and rocks slowly back and forth until Seung-ri starts to lift his hips up and push back.
“Mmm, you like it, too, don’t you,” he murmurs, tracing Seung-ri’s stretched hole with his fingertips and breaking into a smile when Seung-ri reaches back as well, rubbing over the sensitive skin as though he was trying to soothe himself.
“Owww…”
“Oh, shut up.” Ji-yong moans when Seung-ri’s fingers slip over the base of his dick, down to his balls and then he hisses when the boy starts squeezing. “Don’t f-fucking end it,” he warns and he’s the one stuttering.
Not Seung-ri.
Speeding things up a little, Ji-yong forces Seung-ri onto his knees with the power of his thrusts, but Seung-ri’s face is still buried in the pillow and the fabric is damp - he’s drooling really badly and Ji-yong reaches up to wipe his chin. “You fucking slut, you want your mouth stuffed, too?”
“But I need my sleep,” Seung-ri pants, still insisting that he knows his own body better than Ji-yong. That’s just downright silly. Ji-yong grabs onto his neck, forcing his head up so that it strains as he thumbs over Seung-ri’s Adam’s apple.
“You wanna come, my pretty Seung-ri? Will it shut you up if I let you come?”
Ji-yong knows, of course, that nothing can shut Seung-ri’s mouth. Not for long, anyway. But it’s worth a try. He angles his hips up, biting into Seung-ri’s neck as he shoves his fingers between Seung-ri’s teeth to make him suck. Two holes stuffed full, and Seung-ri’s far up in heaven. His cheeks are getting red and he’s grinding into the mattress now, it won’t be long.
“Pretty, pretty Seung-ri…” It always helps to butter him up a bit before Ji-yong starts up the pace he’s been wanting, the one he always aims at and in a matter of seconds, Seung-ri screams around his fingers, a whirlwind of feelings attack and Seung-ri’s taut little body clenches up so tightly that Ji-yong has to literally force his dick back inside with every trust.
Seung-ri is always so loud when he comes and even more so tonight, because Ji-yong has to hit when Seung-ri bites down on his fingers. The sheets go from damp to wet and it hits the precious pillow, too, and his pyjamas. There’s so much. Seung-ri’s hole is just like a vice around Ji-yong’s dick, sucking at it and strangling it, like it’s trying to force all the come out and when he spits out Ji-yong’s fingers and starts begging for it, Ji-yong decides to be a good hyung.
He fucks Seung-ri through his orgasm, groaning when it hits him hard and Seung-ri just keeps pushing his butt up in the air. He keeps pumping until his come is squishing out around his cock and there’s only a whine left in Seung-ri’s voice. Feeling how wet Seung-ri’s thighs are getting, he fits his arms around him.
Seung-ri hugs his pillow, and Ji-yong hugs Seung-ri. One minute, two.
“Are you going back to your room?” Seung-ri asks, coughing to get the squeak out of his voice. Ji-yong is so heavy that Seung-ri is left breathless, weighed down under his body.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Good night.”
Seung-ri smiles softly around his sigh. “Okay, good night.”