Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Jiwoong x Seobin: {Outed} [M]

POV: 3rd Person

  It had been a surprise when Jiwoong suddenly shows up on Seobin's Instagram LIVE, something that everyone had been wishing for about a year since ZB1 debuted. Wishing to see them interact again. They were drinking, Seobin not having any work and Jiwoong is in post-promotion, on break.

  They talked and messed around, paying attention to the comments once in a while, but when it got a little bit too out of hand, they stopped looking and instead just had their conversations LIVE. Keeping awareness that whatever they'll be saying to each other would be for the world to see.

  "I missed you a lot, Hyung." The younger's soft voice reaches his ears, he's delayed by the alcohol, unable to reply right away or react. Nuzzling his face into the younger's neck, his legs almost right on the younger's, he's practically almost sitting on him by how close they were sitting. He feels the younger's hand on his thigh, he leans into the touch.

  He's more tipsy than he'd like to admit. He hadn't had a single drop of alcohol since his birthday, which was a few months ago. He and Seobin had gone out after schedule - meaning he skipped, it was worth it to be yelled at with a horrible hangover - and drank until the slightest hint of the sun was shown, staggering into their dorm and dropping right on the couch with swollen lips, bruises on his wrists, and hickeys on his body.

  Right now, the both of them are drunk. Probably not the best time to be on a live stream where everyone could see and hear what they were doing. Neither realizes who moved first when their eyes locked, but their lips connected. Arms immediately wrapping around Seobin's neck, pulling him down onto their ridiculously big sofa, over the older.

  Jiwoong's eyes are shining when they part for a bit, and well, maybe the viewers thought it was fan service, but the two had already forgotten about the LIVE. Seobin dives back down to capture those shiny-saliva covered lips, earning a whimper, his sweater is being tugged at.

  "S-Seobin." The male breathes out, eyes lust-filled and hair messy. Perfect just for him to take, so why wouldn't he claim him right here on their couch? It doesn't take them long to fumble, knocking Seobin's phone over, but neither checked to see if it was cracked.

  Their lower halves were quickly removed, the younger male doesn't waste a second to even prep Jiwoong, knowing he likes it tight and rough even if it hurt double than it usually does the next morning. He slams right in after much clumsiness, earning a yelp. The older's face pushed against the comfortable pillow, his knuckles white, hands balled into fists.

  Jiwoong was already starting to cry, the stretch too much, but it felt so painfully good. His hair is grabbed and pulled, making him arch his back, the movement letting Seobin settle in even deeper. He was so skinny now that if he placed a hand on his abdomen, he'd be able to feel the younger inside. The thought driving him insane.

  "T-take me, plea-" He doesn't get to finish, feeling a thrust plunging into him and knocking his breath out of his lungs. Before he could recollect himself, there were more, punching moans out of him within each harsh thrust, tears down his face. Seobin grabs his neck, removing his hand from his hair, and tightens his hold.

  He feels like he's reaching heaven even though he's nowhere near release, feeling the younger pound into him, a hand on his hips and the other slightly cutting off his air supply. He feels dizzy, but the pleasure is too overwhelming for him to focus on it.

  His body is reacting to the need of air, but his throat only lets out the sinful noises that Seobin is drawing out of him. He feels Seobin's lips on his back, biting and leaving teeth marks and hickeys. His neck is probably filled with them, along with an already forming hand print on his neck when the younger lets go, so he could breathe.

  He takes in as much air as he could before their lips clash, tongue meeting and thrusting into each other's mouths. He's soon flipped over on his back, facing Seobin as he moans helplessly. Without them knowing - and thinking that the LIVE was off because they forgot about it - Seobin's phone runs out of battery and shuts off the LIVE on its own.

  By now, Jiwoong's group manager and Hanbin were probably freaking out, but he doesn't know that. Too f*cked out to realize, his brain a jumbled mess. All he could think of was the pleasure and how good the male feels inside of him, plugging him up.

  He releases with a whine, limp in his boyfriend's arms, gasping for air. Seobin rocks into him a few more times before releasing his load right inside Jiwoong. The older feels the warmth, his face heating up even more.

  The two of them pass out from the exhaustion, letting the alcohol take them.

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  "Kim Jiwoong!" A female voice screeches, and he looks down, fiddling with his hands, a hood over his messy bed-head that looked as perfect as ever even if it was scattered. If he bends, people could see the mark on his neck and hickeys on his chest. He could barely stand up anyway, let alone getting up to bow.

  He doesn't say anything and just let them grumble at him, trying not to shift too much in his seat. Even his bandmates look at him disapprovingly, but not as angry. They were more worried about his image. But so far, since Jiwoong woke up at his and Seobin's shared home, checking Twitter, there was only love.

  Everyone was mostly happy, Jiwoong already heard the recording of their.. activities before the phone ran out of battery. This wasn't the first time they yelled at him for having obvious marks on his body, but this was definitely the first time they had to deal with someone who leaked themselves on camera LIVE.

  "Ugh, you guys are dismissed! We'll talk to you later, Jiwoong tch."

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Author's note: Filler chapter, so I can make the other ones, lol