written for MBLAQ fic meme
Who I want: JooMir
What I want: Dominator Joon (who thinks he's the ultimate!top!) gets dominated by Mir instead. Would love you more if Joon's gagged vulnerable 8DD
Preferred Rating: PG 16-R X3
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
Joon surfaced from sleep and started to stretch only to find his arms uncooperative. Cracking open one eyelid, he glanced to one side and then the other. After a second’s shocked pause, he began to struggle against the silken bonds. What the hell? He went to sleep last night with no problems, no indication someone wanted to tie him to his own fucking bed. He glanced around the dimly lit room, frantic for one of his band members to walk in and untie him. When he realized the room was empty and the apartment unusually quiet, he wondered if the others were ok.
He wondered if fangirls had tracked them down, gotten past security, and tied everybody up. Naked, he noted. He hadn’t gone to sleep naked but now he was minus the pajama pants he’d donned last night. Hell, he had some memory of still having them on when he’d stumbled to the bathroom a few hours ago because of his bladder’s demands.
He let out a yell he felt sure the neighbors two floors away would hear and the bedroom door opened. Joon saw Mir calmly closing the door and let out a relieved sigh. “Hey, Mir-mir. What is going on? Where is everyone? Hurry up and untie me.“
Mir stared at him and slowly smiled. He’d seen many types of smiles from the youngest of the group but Joon couldn’t remember ever seeing a smile quite like this. His stomach coiled in on itself and his scalp prickled in what he recognized as the beginnings of fear. It happened sometimes before they went on stage to perform and right as airplanes were coming in for a landing. He really hated when planes were landing.
“Mir, what is going on? Why are you looking at me like that? Untie me, damnit.” He tugged against his restraints. “Come on. Tell me what’s going on. Why aren’t you untying me? What is that in your hand?”
Running two strips of leather connected in the center by a red ball through his hands, Mir said, “You really talk too much.”
Joon recognized the object in Mir’s hands as he approached and began to struggle in earnest. “What the hell are you doing? What the fuck? Mir, are you crazy? Untie me this instant you little sh-“ The ball gag turned his words into mumbled gibberish.
“To answer your questions: I’m teaching you a lesson. Fuck is exactly the thing I’m going to do to you. I’m quite crazy, really.” Checking the silken ropes for security, he sat down beside Joon. Idly running his fingers over Joon’s taut abs, he said, “You just never noticed my depth of crazy because you were too busy being you. All dominant and cocky and goofy with it.”
Helpless, desperate, and becoming more fearful with every greedy look Mir gave his naked body, Joon attempted to yell, began to struggle. Mir merely licked his lips at the sight of toned muscles flexing and relaxing and Joon’s penis, hardening in spite of himself, bobbing against the firm abs.
Leaning close to Joon’s ear, letting a few more fingers join in the exploration of Joon’s torso, Mir murmured, “I hear the stories. From Seungho, from Byunghee, from Sanghyun.”
Joon knew what Mir meant but couldn’t believe the other three talked about it. Especially around the baby of the group. He tried to protest and shook his head violently. “What? The stories aren’t true? The one where you cornered Seungho in a dressing room and fucked til he almost couldn’t walk, much less dance. Right before our debut stage. That one isn’t true?”
Mir circled a finger around Joon’s bellybutton, dipped it inside. “Or the one where you did Sanghyun bent over the kitchen table? Pulling his hair and leaving embarrassing love bites on his shoulders. And then there is the one about Byunghee, where you-“ Joon’s sudden thrashing had Mir pausing. “Are they true?”
At a loss, unable to deny the stories, Joon nodded and looked away from Mir. A surprisingly strong hand grabbed his chin and turned his face back to Mir’s. “You never cornered me. Never violated or molested me. Am I not sexy enough for you? Do you think I’m too young? Hmm? Or maybe I’m just not good enough for the oh-so-sexy Joon. The one with the abs and the cocky grin. Is that it?”
Joon tried to answer. The answer was Mir seemed too young and innocent. Too carefree and happy. And straight. Really straight. Even with all the cuddling, Joon thought Mir didn’t swing in his direction. The others had made their rather more flexible sexuality known early in the game. Obviously Joon had been wrong. Horribly wrong.
“I know how you love to dominate- games, videos, the television remote, and sex. The problem here is that I am not a submissive. Not that I mind bottoming, you understand?” When Joon’s brows snapped together in confusion, Mir laughed. A dark laugh that sent lust shooting into Joon’s penis until it was completely hard. “I know about these things. Being from the country doesn’t make you innocent or naive about sex.” Tapping a finger on Joon’s hipbone, Mir smiled one of his more familiar smiles. “Actually, we spend quite a bit of time experimenting. Things can get quite boring during long lazy holidays with not much to do.”
Joon made a gurgling sound in his throat and shut his eyes against the image of a younger Mir experimenting with his country neighbors. He’d never have guessed.
Mir stood just long enough to shed his clothes and moved between Joon’s outstretched legs. He raked his nails over the other man’s nipples and ribs, dragging them over his lean waist and hips. Grabbing Joon’s thighs, Mir forced his legs up til they were bent with the thighs pressing against Joon’s abs. He admired the position’s view of Joon’s sack and butthole. Both were just begging for his attention.
Exposed in a way he couldn’t remember ever experiencing, Joon struggled and tried to yell at Mir to stop, not to do this. He’d never been on the receiving end but he knew it could be painful. And now he had his virgin ass exposed to the possibly psychotic youngest member of his group.
Straining against the bonds and against Mir’s grip on his thighs, Joon stopped abruptly when a warm wet mouth engulfed one of his balls. The pleasure had his fear-softened cock hardening again as Mir’s tongue laved against the delicate skin. Mir moved to the other side and played with that testicle until Joon felt like he wanted to explode.
But nothing prepared him for Mir licking his way down the skin between sack and butthole. Nothing prepared him for the sensation of that hot, long tongue lapping at his entrance, teasing the ring of muscles unused to such attention. Joon nearly leapt out of his skin when the tip of the tongue penetrated and wiggled in a way that had him nearly swallowing his own tongue. Under the ministrations of Mir’s tongue, Joon began to fight the ties holding him because he wanted to sink his fingers into that thick hair. He wanted Mir to continue doing what he was doing with his unexpectedly talented tongue.
When Mir stopped, Joon found, to his distant horror, he keened in disappointment. Through the gag, he mumbled pleadingly for Mir to continue. The dominant in him cringed in horror, reminding him that Mir is younger, smaller. He should not be begging for his attention.
The feeling of an object quite a bit larger than Mir’s tongue against his pucker had Joon opening his eyes to see Mir slowing guiding his penis into Joon’s passage. The muscles tightened in protest despite the lube Mir used. Joon groaned in protest, in pain, in pleasure. Pressure built inside of him as his ass was filled for the first time. There was a mild burn extending from ass to skull and he wanted to move but was afraid to. He wanted Mir to move but was afraid he would. Joon knew Mir could do damage if he wasn’t careful. Joon knew, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be at another’s mercy.
All these thoughts crossed Joon’s lust and fear-ridden mind in a split second. Then Mir moved, sliding slowly out and all thought capability vanished. Sliding in and out slowly, Mir gave Joon’s body a chance to adjust. While Mir couldn’t wait for the day Joon was use to being fucked so he didn’t have to go slowly, he also enjoyed the slow slide of skin against skin. And the view of that long lean body spread out before him, all muscle and heat and passion.
Giving into the surprise and pleasure in Joon’s eyes, Mir leaned over to kiss him for the first time, the angle sliding him even further into Joon. The moan wretched from Joon made Mir grin as he tormented the gagged mouth, sliding his tongue over the stretched lips. As Joon adjusted, he began to shift his hips to meet Mir’s thrusts. The pace increased with their breaths going ragged and Joon moaning behind the ball gag. Mir ravaged Joon’s exposed neck as the older man arched his head back in ecstasy and wrapped a hand around Joon’s ignored cock. Driving them both relentlessly, Mir pounded into Joon’s ass as Joon thrust into his hand. When they came, it was hard and fast and left both gasping for air.
Mir unsteadily removed the ball gag and the ropes from Joon’s limp body as the older man slowly recovered from his first fuck as the bottom. Unexpectedly, Joon grabbed Mir and cuddled him close. “Did I do ok?”
Mir glanced down at the head buried against his chest. So Joon could be insecure too. “You did great.” He petted Joon’s dark hair. “I bet you’ll get even better with practice.”
What I want: Dominator Joon (who thinks he's the ultimate!top!) gets dominated by Mir instead. Would love you more if Joon's gagged vulnerable 8DD
Preferred Rating: PG 16-R X3
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
Joon surfaced from sleep and started to stretch only to find his arms uncooperative. Cracking open one eyelid, he glanced to one side and then the other. After a second’s shocked pause, he began to struggle against the silken bonds. What the hell? He went to sleep last night with no problems, no indication someone wanted to tie him to his own fucking bed. He glanced around the dimly lit room, frantic for one of his band members to walk in and untie him. When he realized the room was empty and the apartment unusually quiet, he wondered if the others were ok.
He wondered if fangirls had tracked them down, gotten past security, and tied everybody up. Naked, he noted. He hadn’t gone to sleep naked but now he was minus the pajama pants he’d donned last night. Hell, he had some memory of still having them on when he’d stumbled to the bathroom a few hours ago because of his bladder’s demands.
He let out a yell he felt sure the neighbors two floors away would hear and the bedroom door opened. Joon saw Mir calmly closing the door and let out a relieved sigh. “Hey, Mir-mir. What is going on? Where is everyone? Hurry up and untie me.“
Mir stared at him and slowly smiled. He’d seen many types of smiles from the youngest of the group but Joon couldn’t remember ever seeing a smile quite like this. His stomach coiled in on itself and his scalp prickled in what he recognized as the beginnings of fear. It happened sometimes before they went on stage to perform and right as airplanes were coming in for a landing. He really hated when planes were landing.
“Mir, what is going on? Why are you looking at me like that? Untie me, damnit.” He tugged against his restraints. “Come on. Tell me what’s going on. Why aren’t you untying me? What is that in your hand?”
Running two strips of leather connected in the center by a red ball through his hands, Mir said, “You really talk too much.”
Joon recognized the object in Mir’s hands as he approached and began to struggle in earnest. “What the hell are you doing? What the fuck? Mir, are you crazy? Untie me this instant you little sh-“ The ball gag turned his words into mumbled gibberish.
“To answer your questions: I’m teaching you a lesson. Fuck is exactly the thing I’m going to do to you. I’m quite crazy, really.” Checking the silken ropes for security, he sat down beside Joon. Idly running his fingers over Joon’s taut abs, he said, “You just never noticed my depth of crazy because you were too busy being you. All dominant and cocky and goofy with it.”
Helpless, desperate, and becoming more fearful with every greedy look Mir gave his naked body, Joon attempted to yell, began to struggle. Mir merely licked his lips at the sight of toned muscles flexing and relaxing and Joon’s penis, hardening in spite of himself, bobbing against the firm abs.
Leaning close to Joon’s ear, letting a few more fingers join in the exploration of Joon’s torso, Mir murmured, “I hear the stories. From Seungho, from Byunghee, from Sanghyun.”
Joon knew what Mir meant but couldn’t believe the other three talked about it. Especially around the baby of the group. He tried to protest and shook his head violently. “What? The stories aren’t true? The one where you cornered Seungho in a dressing room and fucked til he almost couldn’t walk, much less dance. Right before our debut stage. That one isn’t true?”
Mir circled a finger around Joon’s bellybutton, dipped it inside. “Or the one where you did Sanghyun bent over the kitchen table? Pulling his hair and leaving embarrassing love bites on his shoulders. And then there is the one about Byunghee, where you-“ Joon’s sudden thrashing had Mir pausing. “Are they true?”
At a loss, unable to deny the stories, Joon nodded and looked away from Mir. A surprisingly strong hand grabbed his chin and turned his face back to Mir’s. “You never cornered me. Never violated or molested me. Am I not sexy enough for you? Do you think I’m too young? Hmm? Or maybe I’m just not good enough for the oh-so-sexy Joon. The one with the abs and the cocky grin. Is that it?”
Joon tried to answer. The answer was Mir seemed too young and innocent. Too carefree and happy. And straight. Really straight. Even with all the cuddling, Joon thought Mir didn’t swing in his direction. The others had made their rather more flexible sexuality known early in the game. Obviously Joon had been wrong. Horribly wrong.
“I know how you love to dominate- games, videos, the television remote, and sex. The problem here is that I am not a submissive. Not that I mind bottoming, you understand?” When Joon’s brows snapped together in confusion, Mir laughed. A dark laugh that sent lust shooting into Joon’s penis until it was completely hard. “I know about these things. Being from the country doesn’t make you innocent or naive about sex.” Tapping a finger on Joon’s hipbone, Mir smiled one of his more familiar smiles. “Actually, we spend quite a bit of time experimenting. Things can get quite boring during long lazy holidays with not much to do.”
Joon made a gurgling sound in his throat and shut his eyes against the image of a younger Mir experimenting with his country neighbors. He’d never have guessed.
Mir stood just long enough to shed his clothes and moved between Joon’s outstretched legs. He raked his nails over the other man’s nipples and ribs, dragging them over his lean waist and hips. Grabbing Joon’s thighs, Mir forced his legs up til they were bent with the thighs pressing against Joon’s abs. He admired the position’s view of Joon’s sack and butthole. Both were just begging for his attention.
Exposed in a way he couldn’t remember ever experiencing, Joon struggled and tried to yell at Mir to stop, not to do this. He’d never been on the receiving end but he knew it could be painful. And now he had his virgin ass exposed to the possibly psychotic youngest member of his group.
Straining against the bonds and against Mir’s grip on his thighs, Joon stopped abruptly when a warm wet mouth engulfed one of his balls. The pleasure had his fear-softened cock hardening again as Mir’s tongue laved against the delicate skin. Mir moved to the other side and played with that testicle until Joon felt like he wanted to explode.
But nothing prepared him for Mir licking his way down the skin between sack and butthole. Nothing prepared him for the sensation of that hot, long tongue lapping at his entrance, teasing the ring of muscles unused to such attention. Joon nearly leapt out of his skin when the tip of the tongue penetrated and wiggled in a way that had him nearly swallowing his own tongue. Under the ministrations of Mir’s tongue, Joon began to fight the ties holding him because he wanted to sink his fingers into that thick hair. He wanted Mir to continue doing what he was doing with his unexpectedly talented tongue.
When Mir stopped, Joon found, to his distant horror, he keened in disappointment. Through the gag, he mumbled pleadingly for Mir to continue. The dominant in him cringed in horror, reminding him that Mir is younger, smaller. He should not be begging for his attention.
The feeling of an object quite a bit larger than Mir’s tongue against his pucker had Joon opening his eyes to see Mir slowing guiding his penis into Joon’s passage. The muscles tightened in protest despite the lube Mir used. Joon groaned in protest, in pain, in pleasure. Pressure built inside of him as his ass was filled for the first time. There was a mild burn extending from ass to skull and he wanted to move but was afraid to. He wanted Mir to move but was afraid he would. Joon knew Mir could do damage if he wasn’t careful. Joon knew, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be at another’s mercy.
All these thoughts crossed Joon’s lust and fear-ridden mind in a split second. Then Mir moved, sliding slowly out and all thought capability vanished. Sliding in and out slowly, Mir gave Joon’s body a chance to adjust. While Mir couldn’t wait for the day Joon was use to being fucked so he didn’t have to go slowly, he also enjoyed the slow slide of skin against skin. And the view of that long lean body spread out before him, all muscle and heat and passion.
Giving into the surprise and pleasure in Joon’s eyes, Mir leaned over to kiss him for the first time, the angle sliding him even further into Joon. The moan wretched from Joon made Mir grin as he tormented the gagged mouth, sliding his tongue over the stretched lips. As Joon adjusted, he began to shift his hips to meet Mir’s thrusts. The pace increased with their breaths going ragged and Joon moaning behind the ball gag. Mir ravaged Joon’s exposed neck as the older man arched his head back in ecstasy and wrapped a hand around Joon’s ignored cock. Driving them both relentlessly, Mir pounded into Joon’s ass as Joon thrust into his hand. When they came, it was hard and fast and left both gasping for air.
Mir unsteadily removed the ball gag and the ropes from Joon’s limp body as the older man slowly recovered from his first fuck as the bottom. Unexpectedly, Joon grabbed Mir and cuddled him close. “Did I do ok?”
Mir glanced down at the head buried against his chest. So Joon could be insecure too. “You did great.” He petted Joon’s dark hair. “I bet you’ll get even better with practice.”