Big bang oneshot --- GTop -- Top you
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ebyruTitle: Top you
Pairing: GDTop, hint of GTopRi
Genre: Smut and crack (PwP)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Jiyong wants to try something new.
Word count: 994
Notes: Unbetad, I think.
I'm sorry it's so short. I've been trying to write for days, and I only managed to write this much. Which isn't much, I know. But I hope you enjoy it still.
Top you
Jiyong runs down the hall instead of creeping over the wooden floor step by step; speed would prevent Seunghyun from waking up due to the noise. Footsteps would be heard once rather than continuously. Jiyong is hovering over the older man in the next instance, breathing slowly from the side of the bed, fingers shaking as he reaches out to touch the older man’s face. If he wasn’t careful, he’d receive a swift kick to the behind or a blow to the face with a (rather hard) pillow—and it wouldn’t be the first time either.
Jiyong crawls over Seunghyun, his weight making the bed sink, knees on either side of the sleeping man. He grumbles a bit, rubbing his nose, and Jiyong covers his mouth to muffle any noises, but Seunghyun is still sound asleep. Jiyong slides the thin blanket downward, his fingers trailing over the older man’s chest; his weekly workouts are starting to show. (Rather, Jiyong is fortunate enough to touch and see him bare so often that he can feel a difference.)
Seunghyun frowns a bit, covering his face with one arm, the other gripping the bed sheets. Jiyong lifts the pliant hips, pushing the blanket down the rest of the way. He rests his own hips on top of Seunghyun—who is still mostly unconscious. Jiyong giggles, his fingers undoing the front of Seunghyun’s jogging pants. Success is just around the corner.
Fingers curl around Jiyong’s waist, causing a little noise to escape, but the other arm is still securely over Seunghyun’s eyes. Jiyong snickers; Seunghyun is so used to being with Jiyong that even in his sleep he knows exactly where to put his hand. Jiyong slides down the baggy pants, biting his lip in attempt to hold back his excitement. Jiyong points down incredulously, whispering ‘He went commando!’. It makes the task at hand so much easier.
Jiyong’s digits take hold of the dormant member, tugging the skin gently with moist fingers. (Nervous? Who said that?) There’s a grunt followed by a hip jerk, but nothing else. Jiyong’s smile grows as the warm skin beneath his palm starts to harden. Even in his sleep, Seunghyun is a little pervert. (A hot one, at least.)
“Ji--” Seunghyun mumbles. “Jiyong, is that you?”
The slender digits stop, waiting for Seunghyun to open his eyes and scream profanity. But it doesn’t happen. He just moans and spreads his legs slightly. Jiyong grins widely, fingers pulling the older man in and out of consciousness.
“Jiyong,” Seunghyun exhales, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “Why--Let me sleep.”
But Jiyong knows him better than that. His hips move in slow circles, trying to pull away with so little effort it’s almost amusing. Jiyong giggles and bends Seunghyun’s knees so both feet are resting flat against the bed. It’s now or never; he won’t get a golden opportunity like this again.
Jiyong jerks his length a few times, already aroused from watching Seunghyun squirm and moan. He slides his fingertips over the small entrance, eyes focused on Seunghyun’s, carefully going through the motions, not rushing into it. Things have to be done slowly, otherwise failure will ensue. Gently, his finger dips inside the older man and his eyes snap open.
“Jiyong,” But his voice is soft, calm, soothing almost.
“Yes?” He can answer now that he’s unafraid of being hit for trying something new.
“You’re not,” Seunghyun’s voice is smooth, deeper than on camera. “Going to do that.”
Jiyong manages to whisper the word why before he’s pushed back against the bed and straddled roughly. He’s almost suffocating below the taller man, his mouth sealed in a passionate kiss like a Ziploc bag. Seunghyun smirks, rolling his hips harder against the pinned man. There’s a protest, or something like a whimper, but Seunghyun ignores it and holds thin wrists above the blond man’s head.
“You really thought,” And it’s almost insulting how condescending he is. (If only he wasn’t so hot.) “I’d let you fuck me? Come on. You’re like half my size.”
Seunghyun chuckles and Jiyong swears he can see the light bulb above this evil man’s head. “You know what?”
Jiyong knows it’s a rhetorical question, but is almost drawn to asking. Lips brush over his skin once more, until there’s something being wrapped around his eyes, and Jiyong is hoping this is just some new sadistic role-playing. But it’s not.
“Hyung—“ Seungri’s jaw almost hits the ground when he pushes the door open slightly. He quickly recovers when Jiyong moves in the bed; wrists cuffed to the bedpost, more skin uncovered than Seungri ever wanted to see, and eyes blindfolded with what looks like a tie.
Seunghyun appears suddenly, peering through the crack that Seungri is holding open. “This isn’t a free show.”
“Hyung,” Seungri looks away when he realizes Seunghyun is naked too. Not only that, but he seems to be having some morning wood. “Taeyang told me to call you for breakfast.”
The older man scoffs. “Did you hear that Ji? Seungri is here, staring at us, scanning over our bodies with his curious eyes, and all he wants is for us to eat breakfast?” Seunghyun nudges Jiyong’s shoulder as he plops down next to him on the bed. He makes sure to whisper the next part. “Should I invite him to join us for another round?”
Jiyong nods, grin too wide for the current position. Sure, he couldn’t dominate Seunghyun, but he could definitely top the magnae. Too bad said person hasn’t heard the previous question, and just enters blindly when Seunghyun curls a finger in his direction. The lock clicks and Seungri tries to hide the bulge in his throat (or is it his pants?).
Meals are overrated anyway.
Comments are ♥
Pairing: GDTop, hint of GTopRi
Genre: Smut and crack (PwP)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Jiyong wants to try something new.
Word count: 994
Notes: Unbetad, I think.
I'm sorry it's so short. I've been trying to write for days, and I only managed to write this much. Which isn't much, I know. But I hope you enjoy it still.
Top you
Jiyong runs down the hall instead of creeping over the wooden floor step by step; speed would prevent Seunghyun from waking up due to the noise. Footsteps would be heard once rather than continuously. Jiyong is hovering over the older man in the next instance, breathing slowly from the side of the bed, fingers shaking as he reaches out to touch the older man’s face. If he wasn’t careful, he’d receive a swift kick to the behind or a blow to the face with a (rather hard) pillow—and it wouldn’t be the first time either.
Jiyong crawls over Seunghyun, his weight making the bed sink, knees on either side of the sleeping man. He grumbles a bit, rubbing his nose, and Jiyong covers his mouth to muffle any noises, but Seunghyun is still sound asleep. Jiyong slides the thin blanket downward, his fingers trailing over the older man’s chest; his weekly workouts are starting to show. (Rather, Jiyong is fortunate enough to touch and see him bare so often that he can feel a difference.)
Seunghyun frowns a bit, covering his face with one arm, the other gripping the bed sheets. Jiyong lifts the pliant hips, pushing the blanket down the rest of the way. He rests his own hips on top of Seunghyun—who is still mostly unconscious. Jiyong giggles, his fingers undoing the front of Seunghyun’s jogging pants. Success is just around the corner.
Fingers curl around Jiyong’s waist, causing a little noise to escape, but the other arm is still securely over Seunghyun’s eyes. Jiyong snickers; Seunghyun is so used to being with Jiyong that even in his sleep he knows exactly where to put his hand. Jiyong slides down the baggy pants, biting his lip in attempt to hold back his excitement. Jiyong points down incredulously, whispering ‘He went commando!’. It makes the task at hand so much easier.
Jiyong’s digits take hold of the dormant member, tugging the skin gently with moist fingers. (Nervous? Who said that?) There’s a grunt followed by a hip jerk, but nothing else. Jiyong’s smile grows as the warm skin beneath his palm starts to harden. Even in his sleep, Seunghyun is a little pervert. (A hot one, at least.)
“Ji--” Seunghyun mumbles. “Jiyong, is that you?”
The slender digits stop, waiting for Seunghyun to open his eyes and scream profanity. But it doesn’t happen. He just moans and spreads his legs slightly. Jiyong grins widely, fingers pulling the older man in and out of consciousness.
“Jiyong,” Seunghyun exhales, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “Why--Let me sleep.”
But Jiyong knows him better than that. His hips move in slow circles, trying to pull away with so little effort it’s almost amusing. Jiyong giggles and bends Seunghyun’s knees so both feet are resting flat against the bed. It’s now or never; he won’t get a golden opportunity like this again.
Jiyong jerks his length a few times, already aroused from watching Seunghyun squirm and moan. He slides his fingertips over the small entrance, eyes focused on Seunghyun’s, carefully going through the motions, not rushing into it. Things have to be done slowly, otherwise failure will ensue. Gently, his finger dips inside the older man and his eyes snap open.
“Jiyong,” But his voice is soft, calm, soothing almost.
“Yes?” He can answer now that he’s unafraid of being hit for trying something new.
“You’re not,” Seunghyun’s voice is smooth, deeper than on camera. “Going to do that.”
Jiyong manages to whisper the word why before he’s pushed back against the bed and straddled roughly. He’s almost suffocating below the taller man, his mouth sealed in a passionate kiss like a Ziploc bag. Seunghyun smirks, rolling his hips harder against the pinned man. There’s a protest, or something like a whimper, but Seunghyun ignores it and holds thin wrists above the blond man’s head.
“You really thought,” And it’s almost insulting how condescending he is. (If only he wasn’t so hot.) “I’d let you fuck me? Come on. You’re like half my size.”
Seunghyun chuckles and Jiyong swears he can see the light bulb above this evil man’s head. “You know what?”
Jiyong knows it’s a rhetorical question, but is almost drawn to asking. Lips brush over his skin once more, until there’s something being wrapped around his eyes, and Jiyong is hoping this is just some new sadistic role-playing. But it’s not.
“Hyung—“ Seungri’s jaw almost hits the ground when he pushes the door open slightly. He quickly recovers when Jiyong moves in the bed; wrists cuffed to the bedpost, more skin uncovered than Seungri ever wanted to see, and eyes blindfolded with what looks like a tie.
Seunghyun appears suddenly, peering through the crack that Seungri is holding open. “This isn’t a free show.”
“Hyung,” Seungri looks away when he realizes Seunghyun is naked too. Not only that, but he seems to be having some morning wood. “Taeyang told me to call you for breakfast.”
The older man scoffs. “Did you hear that Ji? Seungri is here, staring at us, scanning over our bodies with his curious eyes, and all he wants is for us to eat breakfast?” Seunghyun nudges Jiyong’s shoulder as he plops down next to him on the bed. He makes sure to whisper the next part. “Should I invite him to join us for another round?”
Jiyong nods, grin too wide for the current position. Sure, he couldn’t dominate Seunghyun, but he could definitely top the magnae. Too bad said person hasn’t heard the previous question, and just enters blindly when Seunghyun curls a finger in his direction. The lock clicks and Seungri tries to hide the bulge in his throat (or is it his pants?).
Meals are overrated anyway.
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