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cupcake4mafia) wrote2010-04-13 03:26 am
cupcake4mafia) wrote2010-04-13 03:26 am
[fic] big bang - various - ficlets
Amnesty day part two, Big Bang style.
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
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Pairing: CL/Seungri rivalry
Rating: PG-13
Chaerin decides Seungri’s been scowling at her over the rim of his glass for too long. She falls into the empty seat next to him on the corner couch and gives his shoulder a shove.
“Careful,” he snaps, examining his pants for spills.
“Seriously, kid, what’s up your ass tonight?”
“You’re wearing Jiyong-hyung’s shirt.”
“Oh, yeah, he and Seunghyun dressed me. Well,” Chaerin snorts. “Seunghyun watched.”
“You’re not wearing pants.”
“You do know this is actually a Givenchy dress, don't you?”
Seungri looks Chaerin up and down, taking this in. It’s one of those moments when Chaerin remembers Seungri’s kind assurances: “don’t worry; I don’t count you as a woman.”
“It’s a pity you can’t really borrow clothes from oppa anymore, huh?” she teases, bringing his eyes back to her face.
“I hope it doesn’t bother you that Seunghyun used to watch me and Jiyong, too,” Seungri replies dryly.
“Not at all.”
Truth be told, it sends a little shiver down her spine.
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Title: Push/Pull
Pairing: GD/Top/Seungri
Rating: R
Note: I don't do the pwp thing a lot >_>
Seungri shuffles into the room in a ratty old pair of sweatpants, knocking over a laundry basket on his way to the couch. He sets an empty bottle of Hite on the coffee table and, before either of them can ask him why he's been drinking alone, he straddles Jiyong’s thighs. Seunghyun looks away quickly, but it’s no use. All outside noise; the low din of MTV, the quiet whirr of the air conditioning, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, it all shuts down so that Seunghyun can only hear the wet slide of Seungri’s lips against Jiyong’s.
“What?” Jiyong whispers.
Seunghyun gets up to leave but Seungri grabs his hand. He looks down and wishes he hadn’t. Seungri’s sleepy face is lit up with pink and blue reflecting from the TV and Jiyong’s eyes are wide over his shoulder. They’re both looking at him and no, no, no, they can’t make this his decision, it’s not fair. Seungri tugs and it’s as though Seunghyun is boneless. He just slides back onto the couch, forehead resting against Seungri’s. Then there’s the kiss, reeking of alcohol, and a hand on his chest. Seunghyun dips down to taste the skin of Seungri’s neck. Seungri sighs all high-pitched and behind him Jiyong hitches his breath. After that, things move quickly. Seungri lifts up his legs so that Jiyong can push down his sweats and get hold of his cock. Seunghyun bites at Seungri’s collarbone, drawing out more whining.
“Don’t leave marks,” Jiyong murmurs.
Something cold starts to build in Seunghyun’s stomach because he knows Jiyong is thinking the same thing: Maybe he won’t remember. Seungri grips Seunghyun’s shoulder, head tossed back and lost in his own world. Seunghyun catches Jiyong’s eyes and they’re still wide and confused. Seunghyun kisses him without a second thought. Jiyong brushes the side of Seunghyun’s face with his free hand, but Seungri interrupts them, gasping and shuddering as he comes.
“Fuck,” Seungri groans, going limp against Jiyong’s chest.
Seunghyun stares at Seungri, trying to catch up with the fact that they have just put him in this state. Jiyong waves his hand around desperately, cringing.
“Tissues, please,” he begs.
Seunghyun’s thankful for any mission that takes him away from this situation, so he hops up and grabs a handful of paper towels from the kitchen. It seems too awkward to stand over the two of them while Jiyong wipes Seungri’s stomach clean, so he sits back on the couch, watching Seungri’s face for some kind of reaction.
“I think he’s sleeping,” Seunghyun admits, quietly.
Jiyong pushes Seungri gently and he mumbles something incoherent, eyes still closed.
“Carry him back to his room,” Jiyong says.
It’s not the first time Seunghyun has tucked in a drunken maknae. Seungri opens his eyes when he’s dropped on the bed, but says nothing. The way he looks at Seunghyun is almost curious. The cold feeling in Seunghyun’s stomach shoots up to the top of his head.
He doesn’t know why he goes back to the living room, but Jiyong is still sitting there, staring into space.
“He’ll forget,” Jiyong thinks aloud.
“We won’t.”
Jiyong can be mad; Seunghyun’s only telling the truth.
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Title: Comfort Zone
Pairing: GDYB
Rating: R-ish
Note: I wrote this for an anon meme back in November (which has disappeared?), the prompt was GDYB with BDSM and cross-dressing, so of course I did my best to make it awkward :)
Youngbae locks the door behind him when he comes into Jiyong’s room, and the tiny click of metal against metal says what he never can. Without a word, Jiyong puts his book away and gets the rope from the bottom drawer of his dresser. Youngbae lies on Jiyong’s bed, debating whether to take off his shirt. Jiyong does it for him, in quick business-like motions, going on to tie his wrists to the headboard. He tugs at the knots to make sure there’s enough slack and the little frown of concern on his face makes Youngbae feel light in his chest.
“It doesn’t hurt,” he promises.
“You’ve lied to me before,” Jiyong reminds him.
He seems satisfied with the set-up, though, picking his book back up and sitting at his desk. Youngbae strains his neck to watch Jiyong write for a few minutes, but, eventually, relaxes back into the pillow Jiyong snuck under his head. He listens to the little scraping sounds of Jiyong’s pencil against the hum of his hibernating computer, Gaho’s snoring somewhere near the door. He feels peaceful. He feels calm for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.
“I bought something,” Jiyong tells him, back still turned.
“Show me,” Youngbae asks, casually, as though he weren’t shirtless and restrained.
It’s a testament to their friendship how unflinchingly comfortable they are like this, Youngbae thinks. That is, until Jiyong digs through the mountain of shopping bags that inhabit the bottom of his closet and pulls out a black satin bra. Youngbae doesn’t feel comfortable at all, then. His hips and legs twist without his consent. Jiyong grins from ear to ear.
“I thought you’d like it. Agent Provocateur.”
The English throws Youngbae for a moment, but then realization dawns and it’s almost painful to laugh this hard.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jiyong snaps, even as he starts to undress. “You were all hot and bothered a minute ago.”
“You bought designer lingerie.”
Jiyong gives him a long, sullen look before going to his dresser drawer again.
“Not the blindfold,” Youngbae begs, trying to stop giggling. “I really do want to see this.”
Jiyong crosses his arms, unconvinced. Youngbae can do nothing but fidget to plead his case, but this seems to be enough. Jiyong relents and even lets him watch the transformation as he slips out of a pair of blue cotton boxers and into a pair of black skirted panties.
“I like it.”
“Of course you do,” Jiyong says, fluffing his hair in the mirror leaning against his desk. “I look fucking gorgeous.”
Jiyong spends a few minutes admiring his reflection and Youngbae wonders if this kind of thing helps him relax too.
“If you want, I could get a few more outfits,” Jiyong offers.
Youngbae agrees, fighting the urge to laugh again, because he’s pretty sure having a whole new category of clothing to buy turns Jiyong on more than anything else.
But they’re both kind of weird like that.
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Untitled
Pairing: CL/Seungri rivalry
Rating: PG-13
Chaerin decides Seungri’s been scowling at her over the rim of his glass for too long. She falls into the empty seat next to him on the corner couch and gives his shoulder a shove.
“Careful,” he snaps, examining his pants for spills.
“Seriously, kid, what’s up your ass tonight?”
“You’re wearing Jiyong-hyung’s shirt.”
“Oh, yeah, he and Seunghyun dressed me. Well,” Chaerin snorts. “Seunghyun watched.”
“You’re not wearing pants.”
“You do know this is actually a Givenchy dress, don't you?”
Seungri looks Chaerin up and down, taking this in. It’s one of those moments when Chaerin remembers Seungri’s kind assurances: “don’t worry; I don’t count you as a woman.”
“It’s a pity you can’t really borrow clothes from oppa anymore, huh?” she teases, bringing his eyes back to her face.
“I hope it doesn’t bother you that Seunghyun used to watch me and Jiyong, too,” Seungri replies dryly.
“Not at all.”
Truth be told, it sends a little shiver down her spine.
---
Title: Push/Pull
Pairing: GD/Top/Seungri
Rating: R
Note: I don't do the pwp thing a lot >_>
Seungri shuffles into the room in a ratty old pair of sweatpants, knocking over a laundry basket on his way to the couch. He sets an empty bottle of Hite on the coffee table and, before either of them can ask him why he's been drinking alone, he straddles Jiyong’s thighs. Seunghyun looks away quickly, but it’s no use. All outside noise; the low din of MTV, the quiet whirr of the air conditioning, the leaky faucet in the kitchen, it all shuts down so that Seunghyun can only hear the wet slide of Seungri’s lips against Jiyong’s.
“What?” Jiyong whispers.
Seunghyun gets up to leave but Seungri grabs his hand. He looks down and wishes he hadn’t. Seungri’s sleepy face is lit up with pink and blue reflecting from the TV and Jiyong’s eyes are wide over his shoulder. They’re both looking at him and no, no, no, they can’t make this his decision, it’s not fair. Seungri tugs and it’s as though Seunghyun is boneless. He just slides back onto the couch, forehead resting against Seungri’s. Then there’s the kiss, reeking of alcohol, and a hand on his chest. Seunghyun dips down to taste the skin of Seungri’s neck. Seungri sighs all high-pitched and behind him Jiyong hitches his breath. After that, things move quickly. Seungri lifts up his legs so that Jiyong can push down his sweats and get hold of his cock. Seunghyun bites at Seungri’s collarbone, drawing out more whining.
“Don’t leave marks,” Jiyong murmurs.
Something cold starts to build in Seunghyun’s stomach because he knows Jiyong is thinking the same thing: Maybe he won’t remember. Seungri grips Seunghyun’s shoulder, head tossed back and lost in his own world. Seunghyun catches Jiyong’s eyes and they’re still wide and confused. Seunghyun kisses him without a second thought. Jiyong brushes the side of Seunghyun’s face with his free hand, but Seungri interrupts them, gasping and shuddering as he comes.
“Fuck,” Seungri groans, going limp against Jiyong’s chest.
Seunghyun stares at Seungri, trying to catch up with the fact that they have just put him in this state. Jiyong waves his hand around desperately, cringing.
“Tissues, please,” he begs.
Seunghyun’s thankful for any mission that takes him away from this situation, so he hops up and grabs a handful of paper towels from the kitchen. It seems too awkward to stand over the two of them while Jiyong wipes Seungri’s stomach clean, so he sits back on the couch, watching Seungri’s face for some kind of reaction.
“I think he’s sleeping,” Seunghyun admits, quietly.
Jiyong pushes Seungri gently and he mumbles something incoherent, eyes still closed.
“Carry him back to his room,” Jiyong says.
It’s not the first time Seunghyun has tucked in a drunken maknae. Seungri opens his eyes when he’s dropped on the bed, but says nothing. The way he looks at Seunghyun is almost curious. The cold feeling in Seunghyun’s stomach shoots up to the top of his head.
He doesn’t know why he goes back to the living room, but Jiyong is still sitting there, staring into space.
“He’ll forget,” Jiyong thinks aloud.
“We won’t.”
Jiyong can be mad; Seunghyun’s only telling the truth.
---
Title: Comfort Zone
Pairing: GDYB
Rating: R-ish
Note: I wrote this for an anon meme back in November (which has disappeared?), the prompt was GDYB with BDSM and cross-dressing, so of course I did my best to make it awkward :)
Youngbae locks the door behind him when he comes into Jiyong’s room, and the tiny click of metal against metal says what he never can. Without a word, Jiyong puts his book away and gets the rope from the bottom drawer of his dresser. Youngbae lies on Jiyong’s bed, debating whether to take off his shirt. Jiyong does it for him, in quick business-like motions, going on to tie his wrists to the headboard. He tugs at the knots to make sure there’s enough slack and the little frown of concern on his face makes Youngbae feel light in his chest.
“It doesn’t hurt,” he promises.
“You’ve lied to me before,” Jiyong reminds him.
He seems satisfied with the set-up, though, picking his book back up and sitting at his desk. Youngbae strains his neck to watch Jiyong write for a few minutes, but, eventually, relaxes back into the pillow Jiyong snuck under his head. He listens to the little scraping sounds of Jiyong’s pencil against the hum of his hibernating computer, Gaho’s snoring somewhere near the door. He feels peaceful. He feels calm for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.
“I bought something,” Jiyong tells him, back still turned.
“Show me,” Youngbae asks, casually, as though he weren’t shirtless and restrained.
It’s a testament to their friendship how unflinchingly comfortable they are like this, Youngbae thinks. That is, until Jiyong digs through the mountain of shopping bags that inhabit the bottom of his closet and pulls out a black satin bra. Youngbae doesn’t feel comfortable at all, then. His hips and legs twist without his consent. Jiyong grins from ear to ear.
“I thought you’d like it. Agent Provocateur.”
The English throws Youngbae for a moment, but then realization dawns and it’s almost painful to laugh this hard.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jiyong snaps, even as he starts to undress. “You were all hot and bothered a minute ago.”
“You bought designer lingerie.”
Jiyong gives him a long, sullen look before going to his dresser drawer again.
“Not the blindfold,” Youngbae begs, trying to stop giggling. “I really do want to see this.”
Jiyong crosses his arms, unconvinced. Youngbae can do nothing but fidget to plead his case, but this seems to be enough. Jiyong relents and even lets him watch the transformation as he slips out of a pair of blue cotton boxers and into a pair of black skirted panties.
“I like it.”
“Of course you do,” Jiyong says, fluffing his hair in the mirror leaning against his desk. “I look fucking gorgeous.”
Jiyong spends a few minutes admiring his reflection and Youngbae wonders if this kind of thing helps him relax too.
“If you want, I could get a few more outfits,” Jiyong offers.
Youngbae agrees, fighting the urge to laugh again, because he’s pretty sure having a whole new category of clothing to buy turns Jiyong on more than anything else.
But they’re both kind of weird like that.
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Especially the friendship GD and YB have in the last one. ♥
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“Don’t leave marks,” Jiyong murmurs.
Something cold starts to build in Seunghyun’s stomach because he knows Jiyong is thinking the same thing: Maybe he won’t remember.
and
“He’ll forget,” Jiyong thinks aloud.
“We won’t.”
This was hot. Drunken maknae is so irresistible x__x
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I moaned.
And I giggled.
Mission completed. :)
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“He’ll forget,” Jiyong thinks aloud.
“We won’t.”
true fact. and I seriously giggled with the designer lingerie. dang if Ji really collects them, that's a pot of gold I want to see hahaha
But they’re both kind of weird like that.
loved that, seriously.
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And GDYB are weird in such different ways; their friendship is so sweet.
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lmao, god, the gdyb is so awkward. jiyong and his agent provocateur! youngbae trying so hard not to laugh even though he's tied up! having a whole new category of clothing to buy turns Jiyong on more than anything else made me laugh, because it's so true and so him.
also i didn't know how to feel about the gtopri. guilty but i read the whole thing? kind of snickering at drunk ass seungri who fell asleep? both? idk haha.
cl vs. seungri, i just loved the ending line, how they're so different and play the same role in this situation. i wonder who would win.
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Honestly I don't know how I feel about that GTopRi either, which is why it sat on my computer so long...is it PWP? Is it angst? Not sure, it's just there O_O
Thank you for this, I'm really happy about to see the parts you picked out!
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My.
God.
That was amazing. I loved every single one of them. <3
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