written for an MBLAQ fic meme
Who I want: Joon/Mir
What I want: typical request but I was thinking along the lines of Mir watching the latest 2 eps of IA and getting jealous of Joon with Hyomin & Kim Na Young so decides to show Joon exactly who he belongs to ;D (especially as I dont think i've ever read 'top!mir')
Preferred rating: Any you like!
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
Mir thumbed the television off and plotted. He might be the young, loud, smelly one but he hid a streak of cunning behind his pretty face with its cute nose. Joon shambled into the living room looking typically disheveled and gorgeous in his pajamas.
“What ‘cha doing, cutie?” He plopped next to Mir on the couch.
Absorbed in eating his snack, Joon missed the sharp glance and sharper smirk Mir threw his way. “Just finished watching Idol Army.”
“Oh yea? It’s fun. Getting to be silly on tv and hang out with all those girl people.” Joon laughed.
Angling his body towards his hyung, Mir observed, “You certainly do seem to enjoy those girl people.” The last two words were sneered.
Catching the edge in Mir’s voice, Joon swallowed the last of his food and set the bowl aside. “They are amusing.” Leaning close, taking his life into his own hands, Joon whispered, “And they smell good too.”
All the plots and plans in Mir’s mind solidified into diamond hard determination. “Really?” With a quick twist and dart, Mir had Joon pinned on the sofa, hands above his head. “You never complain about my smell when we’re fucking.”
Laughter dying in Joon’s throat, he cleared it. “Mir, baby, it was a joke. I just wanted to-“
Mir’s tongue tangling with his cut Joon off. The slip and slide of tongue against tongue, lips against lips, had Joon’s eyes rolling back and a groan rumbling out of his throat. He felt Mir’s free hand slide under his t-shirt where it spent some time exploring the dips and planes of his abs. Trying to free his wrists from Mir’s single-handed grip, Joon discovered the maknae knew how to keep hold of what he wanted.
Not that Joon would complain about the younger man holding onto him. Certainly not when Mir’s fingers tweaked and twisted his nipple and his lips sucked Joon’s tongue in a mimicry of Joon wanted done to his now-rock hard dick. Mir swiveled his hips against Joon’s and drew a near-whine of need from the older man.
“Come with me.” Mir stood up and Joon, helpless in the grip of lust, would’ve have followed him over a cliff in that moment.
In their room, door locked in case the other members came home, Mir shoved Joon onto the bed, hands working feverishly to strip him of his baggy clothes. Joon worked with equal desperation to divest Mir of his clothes, admiring the soft tummy and pale skin exposed. When Mir knelt over him to find the lube, Joon ran a hand over the globes of his firm ass. Then sank his teeth into one cheek and smiled when the younger man startled and gasped at the pain.
Grabbing Joon’s hair, Mir yanked his head back and attacked his mouth again. Fumbling open the lube, he slicked his fingers and slid his fingers between Joon’s butt cheeks. When the questing fingers found the puckered, mostly virgin, entrance, Mir felt Joon tense in protest and bit down on the older man’s lower lip in admonishment. He slid one finger inside as Joon focused more on his abused lip.
Joon found himself enjoying the sensation of Mir’s finger working in and out, then gasp as the younger man slid in a second and stretch him with a slight scissoring motion. Mir kept his mouth busy, nibbling and sucking and licking Joon’s lips, jaw, and neck. When the third finger made its way inside Joon’s untrained body, he felt sparks slip deliciously up his spine and into his scalp.
Just as he was adjusting to this new sensation, Mir growled, “You’re mine and don’t ever forget again.” So saying, he slid the head of his lubed penis into Joon and felt Joon’s muscles quiver and protest. The inner walls squeezed around Mir’s penis like a too-tight glove as his lover slowly, ever so slowly, started to relax.
“Oh my fucking god.” Joon wondered how Mir did it, how he dealt with the electric pleasure-pain of being penetrated on a regular basis. Then Mir moved, slid in further, and Joon thought no more.
Skin to skin, Mir rode Joon, gently at first. To his delighted surprise, he found Joon quickly adapting and responding. Soon, he was slamming into Joon, enjoying the heat and restriction of being inside Joon. One hand gripped Joon’s lean hip while the other worked his dick, swiping a thumb over the moist head.
On his knees between Joon’s legs, Mir admired the length of his lover stretched out before him, for him. Tightening his grip on Joon’s dick and driving harder into the man’s receptive body, Mir growled, “Mine. Remember where you belong.”
On the last syllable of demand, Joon felt himself tense, tighten, and shatter around Mir’s dick and onto Mir’s hand. The tightening of Joon’s body around him sent Mir careening over the edge into an orgasm so intense he nearly blacked out.
Minutes, but what felt like hours, later, they lay panting and sweaty on the bed. Mir nuzzled Joon’s neck and Joon carded fingers through Mir’s damp hair. “All because of the girls on Idol Army, huh?”
“Can’t have you forgetting where you belong.”
“Mmmm.” Joon murmured and thought maybe he should flirt with girls more often.
What I want: typical request but I was thinking along the lines of Mir watching the latest 2 eps of IA and getting jealous of Joon with Hyomin & Kim Na Young so decides to show Joon exactly who he belongs to ;D (especially as I dont think i've ever read 'top!mir')
Preferred rating: Any you like!
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
Mir thumbed the television off and plotted. He might be the young, loud, smelly one but he hid a streak of cunning behind his pretty face with its cute nose. Joon shambled into the living room looking typically disheveled and gorgeous in his pajamas.
“What ‘cha doing, cutie?” He plopped next to Mir on the couch.
Absorbed in eating his snack, Joon missed the sharp glance and sharper smirk Mir threw his way. “Just finished watching Idol Army.”
“Oh yea? It’s fun. Getting to be silly on tv and hang out with all those girl people.” Joon laughed.
Angling his body towards his hyung, Mir observed, “You certainly do seem to enjoy those girl people.” The last two words were sneered.
Catching the edge in Mir’s voice, Joon swallowed the last of his food and set the bowl aside. “They are amusing.” Leaning close, taking his life into his own hands, Joon whispered, “And they smell good too.”
All the plots and plans in Mir’s mind solidified into diamond hard determination. “Really?” With a quick twist and dart, Mir had Joon pinned on the sofa, hands above his head. “You never complain about my smell when we’re fucking.”
Laughter dying in Joon’s throat, he cleared it. “Mir, baby, it was a joke. I just wanted to-“
Mir’s tongue tangling with his cut Joon off. The slip and slide of tongue against tongue, lips against lips, had Joon’s eyes rolling back and a groan rumbling out of his throat. He felt Mir’s free hand slide under his t-shirt where it spent some time exploring the dips and planes of his abs. Trying to free his wrists from Mir’s single-handed grip, Joon discovered the maknae knew how to keep hold of what he wanted.
Not that Joon would complain about the younger man holding onto him. Certainly not when Mir’s fingers tweaked and twisted his nipple and his lips sucked Joon’s tongue in a mimicry of Joon wanted done to his now-rock hard dick. Mir swiveled his hips against Joon’s and drew a near-whine of need from the older man.
“Come with me.” Mir stood up and Joon, helpless in the grip of lust, would’ve have followed him over a cliff in that moment.
In their room, door locked in case the other members came home, Mir shoved Joon onto the bed, hands working feverishly to strip him of his baggy clothes. Joon worked with equal desperation to divest Mir of his clothes, admiring the soft tummy and pale skin exposed. When Mir knelt over him to find the lube, Joon ran a hand over the globes of his firm ass. Then sank his teeth into one cheek and smiled when the younger man startled and gasped at the pain.
Grabbing Joon’s hair, Mir yanked his head back and attacked his mouth again. Fumbling open the lube, he slicked his fingers and slid his fingers between Joon’s butt cheeks. When the questing fingers found the puckered, mostly virgin, entrance, Mir felt Joon tense in protest and bit down on the older man’s lower lip in admonishment. He slid one finger inside as Joon focused more on his abused lip.
Joon found himself enjoying the sensation of Mir’s finger working in and out, then gasp as the younger man slid in a second and stretch him with a slight scissoring motion. Mir kept his mouth busy, nibbling and sucking and licking Joon’s lips, jaw, and neck. When the third finger made its way inside Joon’s untrained body, he felt sparks slip deliciously up his spine and into his scalp.
Just as he was adjusting to this new sensation, Mir growled, “You’re mine and don’t ever forget again.” So saying, he slid the head of his lubed penis into Joon and felt Joon’s muscles quiver and protest. The inner walls squeezed around Mir’s penis like a too-tight glove as his lover slowly, ever so slowly, started to relax.
“Oh my fucking god.” Joon wondered how Mir did it, how he dealt with the electric pleasure-pain of being penetrated on a regular basis. Then Mir moved, slid in further, and Joon thought no more.
Skin to skin, Mir rode Joon, gently at first. To his delighted surprise, he found Joon quickly adapting and responding. Soon, he was slamming into Joon, enjoying the heat and restriction of being inside Joon. One hand gripped Joon’s lean hip while the other worked his dick, swiping a thumb over the moist head.
On his knees between Joon’s legs, Mir admired the length of his lover stretched out before him, for him. Tightening his grip on Joon’s dick and driving harder into the man’s receptive body, Mir growled, “Mine. Remember where you belong.”
On the last syllable of demand, Joon felt himself tense, tighten, and shatter around Mir’s dick and onto Mir’s hand. The tightening of Joon’s body around him sent Mir careening over the edge into an orgasm so intense he nearly blacked out.
Minutes, but what felt like hours, later, they lay panting and sweaty on the bed. Mir nuzzled Joon’s neck and Joon carded fingers through Mir’s damp hair. “All because of the girls on Idol Army, huh?”
“Can’t have you forgetting where you belong.”
“Mmmm.” Joon murmured and thought maybe he should flirt with girls more often.