this is amazing fail....
written for MBLAQ Fic Meme
Who I want: Mir/Joon
What I want: Where Joon is a sexy!player! teacher who wants the seemingly innocent! student Mir all to his own. Of course things got out of hand because....Mir's not bottoming? 8)
Preferred Rating: NC-17
this went...awry during the writing.
“Oh, gyohsoonim. I’m sorry.” Chulyong bowed quickly, nearly dropping the books in his arms.
Changsun steadied the top book and smiled at his flustered student. “You really should watch where you’re going, Chulyong.”
Swallowing loudly, Chulyong studied his shuffling feet. “Yes, gyohsoonim. You are right as always.”
Ruffling the already-tousled red hair, Changsun nodded. “It’s my cross to be bear.”
Mumbling something about being in a hurry and please excuse the rudeness of the abrupt departure, Chulyong scurried down the hall. Chulyong watched the retreating figure of one his quietest but brightest freshmen students. Thoughts interrupted by the approach of one of his graduate students, Chulyong smiled. Not all students were as difficult to get to as one Bang Chulyong.
After putting in a day of classes and tutoring sessions -and fending off propositions from a few former students of his- Changsun strolled across campus to his car. A late afternoon breeze carried sounds of an argument and had him glancing around in curiosity. A distinctive shock of red hair caught his attention. He didn’t know what Chulyong was arguing about with the other larger male but it looked like he was on the verge of losing.
Concerned for reasons he chose not to explore, Changsun hurried to the arguing couple. Hearing his approach the couple paused and looked over at him. Before he got to them, there was frantic whispering from the larger guy and Chulyong shook his head. Disappointment flitting across the darker face, the large guy glanced at Changsun, heaved a sigh, and said “good luck” as he passed by. Baffled, Changsun glanced back at the guy.
“Can I help you, gyohsoonim?” Mir kept his head slightly bowed. The sound of his voice distracted Changsun from wondering at the departing man’s words.
“It looked like you were having trouble with that guy.” He studied the bowed head, the nervously shifting feet.
“No trouble, really. Byunghee is just a little clingy sometimes.” Chulyong glanced up, looked horrified at what he’d said to a professor, and bowed his head even further.
“That was your boyfriend?” Changsun invaded Chulyong’s personal space. “He doesn’t look like your type at all.”
Backing up a step, Chulyong glanced up. “Um. What does my type look like, gyohsoonim?”
Something very much like mischievousness flashed through Chulyong’s eyes before he slid his gaze away. Changsun shrugged it off as a figment of his imagination. The young man was too awkward, downright innocent to be flirting knowingly with him.
“Your type has smoother skin, a brighter smile, and a better personality. Not to mention far more attractive.”
Unable to resist, he threaded his fingers into the mop of red hair, finding it silky and warm. Chulyong backed up a little further, right into a tree trunk. Pressing his body against Chulyong’s, knowing full well he could be reprimanded for hitting on a current pupil, Changsun found he didn’t care when those large eyes looked up into his and that pink tongue slid out to moisten plump lips.
“So my type…” Chulyong cleared his throat and blushed. “My type would be more like you?”
Changsun smiled. “Something like that.”
“Maybe you’re wrong. And you are totally not my type.” No longer blushing, Chulyong straightened, his body pressed tight against Changsun.
“How about we go to my place and find out?” Playing with fire always got him into trouble, Changsun thought. But the heat and beauty of the flames proved too much for him to resist.
“Fine. Let’s.” The briskness of Chulyong’s agreement caught Changsun off guard. He wondered if the newfound confidence was a bluff and decided to call him on it.
“Let’s go, then.” Holding Chulyong’s by the elbow, Changsun practically sprinted to his car. The younger man kept up and never said a word of protest. Even on the drive to Changsun’s apartment, Chulyong remained quiet, passive in the passenger’s seat.
Inside the apartment, Changsun stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. Turning, planning on offering a drink, he found himself entangled in one frenzied Chulyong. With an agility born of part nature, part desperate desire, Chulyong stripped Changsun of his clothes. As a demanding tongue slipped inside his mouth and firm hands stroked down his back to grip his ass, Changsun wondered what the hell had happened to the awkward little innocent he’d been subtly pursuing for the past month.
Trying to disengage the demanding limpet, Changsun ripped his mouth away to gasp, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to see if you are my type.” Chulyong grinned and bit Changsun’s shoulder. “You see, in your description of my type you left out one vital trait.”
Hissing in pained pleasure as a finger slid inside his ass, Changsun shuddered. “What trait?”
Grasping his hair, Chulyong pulled back Changsun’s head and nibbled on his throat. “My type is submissive.”
Changsun heard a pop and saw the small bottle of lube in Chulyong’s hand. “No. No way.”
Removing his finger from Changsun’s ass, Chulyong stepped away with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll be going then.”
Naked and hard, Changsun stood in his living room with his mouth agape. He was just going to walk away? Are you shitting me? Grabbing Chulyong’s hand, he demanded, “What was with the innocent act?”
“You liked it. The blushing, shy, innocent college freshman who is all awkwardness and stuttering around his sexy, confident professor.” Shifting, pulling Changsun close with a flex of his arm, Chulyong nipped an earlobe. “It got you all turned on.” He rotated his jean-clad pelvis against Chansun’s erection.
“You were playing with me.”
Serious now, Chulyong shook his head. “It wasn’t a game. It was a lure. I baited my hook with a particularly appealing worm and you snapped it right up. The question is do I get to keep you or do I have to throw you back.”
Changsun stared at the man in front of him. Determined eyes and a serious expression replaced the shy glances and blushing face. What had he gotten himself into? And did he really want to untangle himself from this unexpected moment?
When Chulyong sighed and started for the door, Changsun made his decision. “I want you. Any way I can have you.”
The words, the desire coursing through them, paused Chulyong with his hand on the doorknob. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and Changsun pressed against his back. “I want you, Bang Chulyong. Take me.”
Turning swiftly, Chulyong fisted Changsun’s hair in his hands and kissed him. Intense, bordering on painful, he crushed their lips together, swept his tongue inside the hot hungry mouth, and tried to suck Changsun’s breath away. Bodies pressed together, Chulyong began walking Changsun backwards to the couch. When the edge hit the back of his knees, Changsun wobbled and Chulyong pushed him into a sitting position.
“Let me taste you.” Eyes roving hotly over tight abs and straining erection, Chulyong leaned down and worked his tongue and teeth over Changsun’s neck, nipples, and bellybutton.
The older man squirmed and moaned, lacing his fingers into the thick red hair even as it brushed tantalizingly over his skin. “You have far too many clothes on,” he muttered through a gasp as Chulyong swirled his tongue over the head of Changsun’s penis.
“Patience.” Breath ghosting over his erection, Changsun shivered and tightened his grip in Chulyong’s hair.
Mouth hot and talented, Chulyong sucked Changsun into his mouth, lightly grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth and flattening his tongue against the length. The pleasure and edge of pain made Changsun twitch and thrust convulsively. With a relaxed throat, Chulyong swallowed Changsun to the base of his erection and moaned. Vibrations coursing up his body, Changsun thrust into the tight throat and felt a slick finger slip into his ass again.
Torn between the cocoon of Chulyong’s mouth and the pressure of the finger, Changsun wanted to hold still but wanted to move. He began to curse the red head between his legs even as he muttered and moaned for him to continue, please continue. A second finger entered him and he nearly screamed at the sensations racking his body. The pressure in his ass was almost too much for his body, too much for his mind. The hot sucking sensation on his sensitive penis exacerbated the pleasure. His muscles began to tense and shake and he knew he was going to come hard and fast into the hungrily sucking mouth.
A third finger slid inside and twisted and stretched. Changsun jumped, twitched and thrust into Chulyong’s mouth as his orgasm pulsed throughout his body. Shuddering from the intensity of it, Changsun slumped, panting, on the couch. Chulyong gave the softening penis a few affectionate licks and slid his fingers out of Changsun’s body. Whimpering, Changsun watched blearily as Chulyong stripped. The young man was slender, his body nowhere near as cut as Changsun’s. In a true dominance contest, Changsun knew he could win. But wit and guile had gotten Chulyong exactly what he wanted and Changsun knew, ultimately, the smaller man would win- if not the battle, then the war.
As Chulyong slid his naked body along Changsun’s, Changsun decided there could be no loser in this particular war since he had Chulyong naked, hard and craving him. The fingers entered him again and he clenched.
“Relax.” Chulyong suckled a nipple. “It will hurt, probably burn, even with the lube and preparation. But I promise it’ll ease. And it’ll be worth the pain.” He nipped at Changsun’s ribs.
Willing himself to relax, Changsun sighed and let the mild burning pressure move through his body until it became an overwhelming pleasure. When the fingers were replaced by Chulyong’s penis, Changsun reminded himself to relax and focused on Chulyong’s words of praise.
“God. Damn. You are so fucking tight.” Chulyong panted. “Christ, baby, you feel so damn good. So damn good.”
Moaning as Chulyong slid deeper, Changsun tried not to move, wanted to move so much. Once he was fully inside Changsun, Chulyong paused. “Are you doing ok?”
The strain of not thrusting into that tight hot ass had him gritting his teeth but he planned to have Changsun under him, and over him, as often as possible. He was determined to make this time mind-blowing. The player would only be playing with him from now on.
Changsun felt stretched more than humanly possible. He wondered how people did this frequently. When Chulyong twitched inside him and sent ripples of erotic pleasure up his spine, Changsun decided he wanted to do this frequently too. “I’d be doing better if you moved.”
Feral grin spreading across his face, Chulyong gripped Changsun’s ass and began to thrust in and out with exquisite slowness. Within minutes, Changsun was thrashing under him, canting his hips in an effort to quicken the pace. When Changsun began to yell at him to hurry the fuck up, Chulyong quickened his pace until they were grunting and groaning in a frenzy. Chulyong’s orgasm shot heat into his brain and fireworks across his vision. He collapsed against Changsun’s heaving body.
“Fucking hell.” Changsun gasped. “That was crazy.”
“Mmm.” Chulyong murmured.
“We should do it again soon.”
Who I want: Mir/Joon
What I want: Where Joon is a sexy!player! teacher who wants the seemingly innocent! student Mir all to his own. Of course things got out of hand because....Mir's not bottoming? 8)
Preferred Rating: NC-17
this went...awry during the writing.
“Oh, gyohsoonim. I’m sorry.” Chulyong bowed quickly, nearly dropping the books in his arms.
Changsun steadied the top book and smiled at his flustered student. “You really should watch where you’re going, Chulyong.”
Swallowing loudly, Chulyong studied his shuffling feet. “Yes, gyohsoonim. You are right as always.”
Ruffling the already-tousled red hair, Changsun nodded. “It’s my cross to be bear.”
Mumbling something about being in a hurry and please excuse the rudeness of the abrupt departure, Chulyong scurried down the hall. Chulyong watched the retreating figure of one his quietest but brightest freshmen students. Thoughts interrupted by the approach of one of his graduate students, Chulyong smiled. Not all students were as difficult to get to as one Bang Chulyong.
After putting in a day of classes and tutoring sessions -and fending off propositions from a few former students of his- Changsun strolled across campus to his car. A late afternoon breeze carried sounds of an argument and had him glancing around in curiosity. A distinctive shock of red hair caught his attention. He didn’t know what Chulyong was arguing about with the other larger male but it looked like he was on the verge of losing.
Concerned for reasons he chose not to explore, Changsun hurried to the arguing couple. Hearing his approach the couple paused and looked over at him. Before he got to them, there was frantic whispering from the larger guy and Chulyong shook his head. Disappointment flitting across the darker face, the large guy glanced at Changsun, heaved a sigh, and said “good luck” as he passed by. Baffled, Changsun glanced back at the guy.
“Can I help you, gyohsoonim?” Mir kept his head slightly bowed. The sound of his voice distracted Changsun from wondering at the departing man’s words.
“It looked like you were having trouble with that guy.” He studied the bowed head, the nervously shifting feet.
“No trouble, really. Byunghee is just a little clingy sometimes.” Chulyong glanced up, looked horrified at what he’d said to a professor, and bowed his head even further.
“That was your boyfriend?” Changsun invaded Chulyong’s personal space. “He doesn’t look like your type at all.”
Backing up a step, Chulyong glanced up. “Um. What does my type look like, gyohsoonim?”
Something very much like mischievousness flashed through Chulyong’s eyes before he slid his gaze away. Changsun shrugged it off as a figment of his imagination. The young man was too awkward, downright innocent to be flirting knowingly with him.
“Your type has smoother skin, a brighter smile, and a better personality. Not to mention far more attractive.”
Unable to resist, he threaded his fingers into the mop of red hair, finding it silky and warm. Chulyong backed up a little further, right into a tree trunk. Pressing his body against Chulyong’s, knowing full well he could be reprimanded for hitting on a current pupil, Changsun found he didn’t care when those large eyes looked up into his and that pink tongue slid out to moisten plump lips.
“So my type…” Chulyong cleared his throat and blushed. “My type would be more like you?”
Changsun smiled. “Something like that.”
“Maybe you’re wrong. And you are totally not my type.” No longer blushing, Chulyong straightened, his body pressed tight against Changsun.
“How about we go to my place and find out?” Playing with fire always got him into trouble, Changsun thought. But the heat and beauty of the flames proved too much for him to resist.
“Fine. Let’s.” The briskness of Chulyong’s agreement caught Changsun off guard. He wondered if the newfound confidence was a bluff and decided to call him on it.
“Let’s go, then.” Holding Chulyong’s by the elbow, Changsun practically sprinted to his car. The younger man kept up and never said a word of protest. Even on the drive to Changsun’s apartment, Chulyong remained quiet, passive in the passenger’s seat.
Inside the apartment, Changsun stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. Turning, planning on offering a drink, he found himself entangled in one frenzied Chulyong. With an agility born of part nature, part desperate desire, Chulyong stripped Changsun of his clothes. As a demanding tongue slipped inside his mouth and firm hands stroked down his back to grip his ass, Changsun wondered what the hell had happened to the awkward little innocent he’d been subtly pursuing for the past month.
Trying to disengage the demanding limpet, Changsun ripped his mouth away to gasp, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to see if you are my type.” Chulyong grinned and bit Changsun’s shoulder. “You see, in your description of my type you left out one vital trait.”
Hissing in pained pleasure as a finger slid inside his ass, Changsun shuddered. “What trait?”
Grasping his hair, Chulyong pulled back Changsun’s head and nibbled on his throat. “My type is submissive.”
Changsun heard a pop and saw the small bottle of lube in Chulyong’s hand. “No. No way.”
Removing his finger from Changsun’s ass, Chulyong stepped away with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll be going then.”
Naked and hard, Changsun stood in his living room with his mouth agape. He was just going to walk away? Are you shitting me? Grabbing Chulyong’s hand, he demanded, “What was with the innocent act?”
“You liked it. The blushing, shy, innocent college freshman who is all awkwardness and stuttering around his sexy, confident professor.” Shifting, pulling Changsun close with a flex of his arm, Chulyong nipped an earlobe. “It got you all turned on.” He rotated his jean-clad pelvis against Chansun’s erection.
“You were playing with me.”
Serious now, Chulyong shook his head. “It wasn’t a game. It was a lure. I baited my hook with a particularly appealing worm and you snapped it right up. The question is do I get to keep you or do I have to throw you back.”
Changsun stared at the man in front of him. Determined eyes and a serious expression replaced the shy glances and blushing face. What had he gotten himself into? And did he really want to untangle himself from this unexpected moment?
When Chulyong sighed and started for the door, Changsun made his decision. “I want you. Any way I can have you.”
The words, the desire coursing through them, paused Chulyong with his hand on the doorknob. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and Changsun pressed against his back. “I want you, Bang Chulyong. Take me.”
Turning swiftly, Chulyong fisted Changsun’s hair in his hands and kissed him. Intense, bordering on painful, he crushed their lips together, swept his tongue inside the hot hungry mouth, and tried to suck Changsun’s breath away. Bodies pressed together, Chulyong began walking Changsun backwards to the couch. When the edge hit the back of his knees, Changsun wobbled and Chulyong pushed him into a sitting position.
“Let me taste you.” Eyes roving hotly over tight abs and straining erection, Chulyong leaned down and worked his tongue and teeth over Changsun’s neck, nipples, and bellybutton.
The older man squirmed and moaned, lacing his fingers into the thick red hair even as it brushed tantalizingly over his skin. “You have far too many clothes on,” he muttered through a gasp as Chulyong swirled his tongue over the head of Changsun’s penis.
“Patience.” Breath ghosting over his erection, Changsun shivered and tightened his grip in Chulyong’s hair.
Mouth hot and talented, Chulyong sucked Changsun into his mouth, lightly grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth and flattening his tongue against the length. The pleasure and edge of pain made Changsun twitch and thrust convulsively. With a relaxed throat, Chulyong swallowed Changsun to the base of his erection and moaned. Vibrations coursing up his body, Changsun thrust into the tight throat and felt a slick finger slip into his ass again.
Torn between the cocoon of Chulyong’s mouth and the pressure of the finger, Changsun wanted to hold still but wanted to move. He began to curse the red head between his legs even as he muttered and moaned for him to continue, please continue. A second finger entered him and he nearly screamed at the sensations racking his body. The pressure in his ass was almost too much for his body, too much for his mind. The hot sucking sensation on his sensitive penis exacerbated the pleasure. His muscles began to tense and shake and he knew he was going to come hard and fast into the hungrily sucking mouth.
A third finger slid inside and twisted and stretched. Changsun jumped, twitched and thrust into Chulyong’s mouth as his orgasm pulsed throughout his body. Shuddering from the intensity of it, Changsun slumped, panting, on the couch. Chulyong gave the softening penis a few affectionate licks and slid his fingers out of Changsun’s body. Whimpering, Changsun watched blearily as Chulyong stripped. The young man was slender, his body nowhere near as cut as Changsun’s. In a true dominance contest, Changsun knew he could win. But wit and guile had gotten Chulyong exactly what he wanted and Changsun knew, ultimately, the smaller man would win- if not the battle, then the war.
As Chulyong slid his naked body along Changsun’s, Changsun decided there could be no loser in this particular war since he had Chulyong naked, hard and craving him. The fingers entered him again and he clenched.
“Relax.” Chulyong suckled a nipple. “It will hurt, probably burn, even with the lube and preparation. But I promise it’ll ease. And it’ll be worth the pain.” He nipped at Changsun’s ribs.
Willing himself to relax, Changsun sighed and let the mild burning pressure move through his body until it became an overwhelming pleasure. When the fingers were replaced by Chulyong’s penis, Changsun reminded himself to relax and focused on Chulyong’s words of praise.
“God. Damn. You are so fucking tight.” Chulyong panted. “Christ, baby, you feel so damn good. So damn good.”
Moaning as Chulyong slid deeper, Changsun tried not to move, wanted to move so much. Once he was fully inside Changsun, Chulyong paused. “Are you doing ok?”
The strain of not thrusting into that tight hot ass had him gritting his teeth but he planned to have Changsun under him, and over him, as often as possible. He was determined to make this time mind-blowing. The player would only be playing with him from now on.
Changsun felt stretched more than humanly possible. He wondered how people did this frequently. When Chulyong twitched inside him and sent ripples of erotic pleasure up his spine, Changsun decided he wanted to do this frequently too. “I’d be doing better if you moved.”
Feral grin spreading across his face, Chulyong gripped Changsun’s ass and began to thrust in and out with exquisite slowness. Within minutes, Changsun was thrashing under him, canting his hips in an effort to quicken the pace. When Changsun began to yell at him to hurry the fuck up, Chulyong quickened his pace until they were grunting and groaning in a frenzy. Chulyong’s orgasm shot heat into his brain and fireworks across his vision. He collapsed against Changsun’s heaving body.
“Fucking hell.” Changsun gasped. “That was crazy.”
“Mmm.” Chulyong murmured.
“We should do it again soon.”