{ oneshot } Maid to please you
Title: Maid to please you
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Joomi
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Joon likes to make things interesting.
Warnings: Smut, light BDSM/kinky situation and crossdressing. Was written real quick for kinkykpop because it was funny.
A/N: Can't believe this is my first MBLAQ fic. XD I need icons that are not GRi. XD
This was for the following request:
"pairing: joomir (top mir! please <3)
kink: joon wearing a slutty maid's outfit; along with gags and cuffs~ and mir doing lots of dirty talking"
- - - - -
Lee Changseon has always been special. Different. Particular. Greedy for attention. Interesting. Plain weird.
That was one of the many reason why Chulyong enjoyed sex with Joon. The guy could always come up with millions of ideas to turn him on and think of the most awkward positions to be in and he had those honey abs Mir liked to scratch at in bed. What could he ask for more? The man was perfect in and out of bed and he never stopped surprising Chulyong. Ever.
"Chulyong!"
"Changseon, I'm reading." The younger stated after pulling the stick of the now gone lollipop Seungho gave him out of his mouth. The sweet was the leader's solution to keep him from biting Sanghyun or putting the remote control in his mouth again.
"I want to ask you something."
Mir sighed, "Be quiet for a minute! This part is really interesting."
"Chulyong, drop the book. Look here!"
"Bite me." The younger grumbled, trying to ignore the other guy's whining and flipping the page of his comic book without even looking up.
Their antics were childish, it was to be expected from the younger one but Joon was nearly 22 years old and the biggest attention whore that ever saw the day.
"Your wish is my command, master."
"What did you call-- what the heck?!"
Mir was about to put his book down on the couch and ask why the other called him something like this so out of the blue but he was interrupted by teeth biting his thigh. He was about to whack the older man's head with the book for all he was worth but that was until he noticed that a lacy headpiece was sitting appealingly on the other man's brown hair. His eyes lowered to look at the man who was kneeling between his legs with his head against his thigh.
A dress. Lee Joon was wearing a dress. It was black and revealing a lot of his thigh, complete with white lace, an apron and long silky black stockings. Mir thought he might have fallen asleep and was now having a dirty dream that might have something to do with this maid in the comic... He stared and dropped his book on the couch. This was out of this world. It was awkward. It was sexy.
He only snapped out of his thoughts when Joon started to kiss Mir's groin through his sweatpants without a forewarning of any sorts.
"... God, what are you doing?" Chulyong choked out, unable to take his eyes off the head between his legs.
"The others are out... I thought it was a good time to serve you thoroughly, master."
"Serve me?"
"You wish is my command. Give me the order, I will do."
Now, Mir was convinced this was all a dream. He could get away with anything he wanted in a dream, couldn't he?
"Suck my cock, then." He tried, telling himself that if this was real, Joon would probably laugh at his use of such words and walk away to tell Byunghee so they would tease Mir non-stop.
"As you wish." That was the last thing the older man said before pulling Chulyong's pants down and taking his awakening member into his mouth. Joon's lips were tightly wrapped around the cock, sucking firmly and slow enough to make Mir think he wasn't moving at all but he was and it felt so good. Chulyong threaded his fingers into Joon's soft tresses and gripped at them, impatiently pulling his head toward his hips. There was something about how the white lace of the hairpiece moved up and down along Joon’s head that was absurdly hot to him.
"Fuck, Changseon. You're such a slut."
The words would have earned Mir a slap in the face in any other situation but somehow, they only encouraged Joon and made him increase the speed of his bobbing head. In a way, Chulyong calling him something much more humiliating than his name or a stupid nickname excited him. He pulled the member out of his mouth and replaced his lips by his hand, moving it at a leisurely pace.
"What did you call me?" He asked, simpering. "Please, say it again."
"Slut." Mir groaned. "You just deserve to be..."
"Yes? Deserve what? A reward? Punishment?" Joon kept smirking triumphantly at how the other seemed to fail at resisting him. He let go of Chulyong and got up, pushed him back against the couch and straddled him. "Do whatever your heart desires. I'm here to satisfy your every desire, master."
This was it. Mir grabbed Joon and smashed their lips together and slid his hands up the skirt, feeling up at his strong thighs and firm ass cheeks. Changseon let him choose the pace of this making out session and moved his hands inside of Mir's shirt. Their moans melted into each other's mouth and Mir only wanted to take more advantage of this.
The younger male moved and pushed the maid man from his lap and onto the couch and he went for a second round of tongue fighting. The lace from the underskirt stuck to his wet cock and his thoughts only focused on the thousands of things he could command Joon to do. He licked and bit his neck, enjoying how Joon shuddered and moaned the words 'master' and 'please' in such a wanton manner.
"Shut up, you can't ask for anything. You serve me." Mir scowled, putting his hand over the maid's mouth. "Get up. Show me your pretty ass under that skirt. I want to see it."
Bang Chulyong was talking dirty. Joon could only smirk smugly at how the younger man joined the game and got into it so fast. Yes, he was just this good of an actor.
He pushed the younger, hornier boy off of him and stood up. He took a few steps away before raising his skirt a bit and bending frontward to show him what he wanted to see so badly. He showed him that he wore no real form of underwear; his ass barely was framed by the dark lace of a garter belt to which his stockings were snapped to.
Joon looked back, looking conceited. "Does it please you, master?"
Chulyong was not only pleased. He wanted to get his hands on that. He wanted to get his cock inside of that.
".... Fuck."
"Such bad words." Joon laughed and lowered his skirt, "Maybe we should put this gag on you."
He pulled what seemed to be a scarf from his apron's pocket and threw it over at Mir, laughing softly.
".... Fuck you, Changseon."
"Your wish is my command." Joon told the impatient boy before he went back to the couch and bent over it, putting his hands down on the cushioned surface to support himself. "Do whatever your cock desires now. I'm all yours."
"...Now you're going to get it." Chulyong got up to stand behind the maid and flipped Joon's skirt up, rubbing his hardened dick against the other man's puckered hole. "You're going to get fucked so hard you won't even remember your name after."
"Ahh, master.... Please don't tease me, or I will use my handcuffs against you!" Joon mock threatened, being as obvious as ever and taking the opportunity to talk about his possession of cuffs. "I'm all prepared for you already... Please do not ignore your desires, go ahead."
Mir could see the cocky grin on Joon's face even if he wasn't facing him. He had planned all of this and the younger had fallen for it all, as he planned.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear you anymore." Mir said and tied the gag over Changseon's mouth tightly. He then sunk his hand into the apron pocket and dug out a pair of handcuffs with black fur on them. He used the kinky restraints to cuff Joon's wrists together behind his back after the other had struggled a bit against it and ended up accidentally leaning forward with his face against the couch.
Chulyong spat against Joon's entrance and rubbed against it a bit before pushing himself in, not losing time before thrusting into him and giving him the promised hard fuck he has been meaning to give him all along. He groaned loudly as he set a wild pace, a hand pumping at the older man’s cock and the other hand grabbing roughly at Changseon's ass cheek and the lacy petticoat.
"You like it, huh? You like being fucked hard like this? This was the reward you were looking for, pretty slut?"
Upon hearing the naughty words, Joon desperately nodded as he kept moaning loudly against the gag and the couch while the other thrust into him so hard it made his knees feel weak.
"Don't fall like that. You said you'd serve me, do it right. Damn you." Mir smacked Changseon's behind, making him arch his body before falling forward, knees to the floor and his head on the couch still. Chulyong immediately followed, kneeling and pulling Joon's head back by his hair. The older man's only reply was a muffled moan and his knees sliding apart from each other on the floor, he spread himself for the other.
"... Still such a slut." Mir chuckled and slammed himself back in, pummeling inside the other repeatedly. He even took the gag off of him to hear him feeling it.
Once the scarf was removed, Joon was still as loud as ever and so was Mir. Moans, grunts and even cries of each other's names escaped them as they approached their climax dangerously.
"M-master! Can I come?" The maid asked between a few moans. "Please allow me to!"
"D-do it." Mir allowed, a few thrusts before he bit the other's shoulder to silence his groan and lost his grip onto the real world.
Joon screamed as he came onto Mir's hand, his voice a bit higher than its usual tone.
"Master!"
~~~
"... Okay, you can take the cuffs off now." Joon said, once he found the strength to speak again.
Mir pulled himself out of him but stayed on his back, "Where's the key?"
"In my apron's pocket." The older indicated, looking down at his knees where the apron had slid down a bit.
Chulyong slipped a hand in the pocket in search of the key, pressing kisses at the back of Joon's neck until he felt something. Or didn't feel anything, for that matter.
"....Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh, what?"
"I-it's not here."
"... what!?" Changseon asked, not sounding pleased with still being captive. "You're so kidding. Free me."
"I'm not!" Mir took the apron off and shook it a bit to show its emptiness but for a small tube of lubricant that fell on the floor.
"Do something!" Joon panicked, pulling against his restraints and cursing them in all the ways he could.
"I.... I know! I'm going to get Seungho-hyung! He can do anything practical like that." Chulyong stated his idea, taking his clothes and putting them back on. "You wait here!"
".... You shouldn't do that." The older man shook his head, blanching at the idea of his bandmates seeing him like this.
Mir headed for the door, "I'll be right back!"
"Hey, no. Chulyong. WAIT!" Changseon yelled at the other guy's back but only got the slamming door's sound as a reply.
".... Oh fuck."
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Joomi
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Joon likes to make things interesting.
Warnings: Smut, light BDSM/kinky situation and crossdressing. Was written real quick for kinkykpop because it was funny.
A/N: Can't believe this is my first MBLAQ fic. XD I need icons that are not GRi. XD
This was for the following request:
"pairing: joomir (top mir! please <3)
kink: joon wearing a slutty maid's outfit; along with gags and cuffs~ and mir doing lots of dirty talking"
- - - - -
Lee Changseon has always been special. Different. Particular. Greedy for attention. Interesting. Plain weird.
That was one of the many reason why Chulyong enjoyed sex with Joon. The guy could always come up with millions of ideas to turn him on and think of the most awkward positions to be in and he had those honey abs Mir liked to scratch at in bed. What could he ask for more? The man was perfect in and out of bed and he never stopped surprising Chulyong. Ever.
"Chulyong!"
"Changseon, I'm reading." The younger stated after pulling the stick of the now gone lollipop Seungho gave him out of his mouth. The sweet was the leader's solution to keep him from biting Sanghyun or putting the remote control in his mouth again.
"I want to ask you something."
Mir sighed, "Be quiet for a minute! This part is really interesting."
"Chulyong, drop the book. Look here!"
"Bite me." The younger grumbled, trying to ignore the other guy's whining and flipping the page of his comic book without even looking up.
Their antics were childish, it was to be expected from the younger one but Joon was nearly 22 years old and the biggest attention whore that ever saw the day.
"Your wish is my command, master."
"What did you call-- what the heck?!"
Mir was about to put his book down on the couch and ask why the other called him something like this so out of the blue but he was interrupted by teeth biting his thigh. He was about to whack the older man's head with the book for all he was worth but that was until he noticed that a lacy headpiece was sitting appealingly on the other man's brown hair. His eyes lowered to look at the man who was kneeling between his legs with his head against his thigh.
A dress. Lee Joon was wearing a dress. It was black and revealing a lot of his thigh, complete with white lace, an apron and long silky black stockings. Mir thought he might have fallen asleep and was now having a dirty dream that might have something to do with this maid in the comic... He stared and dropped his book on the couch. This was out of this world. It was awkward. It was sexy.
He only snapped out of his thoughts when Joon started to kiss Mir's groin through his sweatpants without a forewarning of any sorts.
"... God, what are you doing?" Chulyong choked out, unable to take his eyes off the head between his legs.
"The others are out... I thought it was a good time to serve you thoroughly, master."
"Serve me?"
"You wish is my command. Give me the order, I will do."
Now, Mir was convinced this was all a dream. He could get away with anything he wanted in a dream, couldn't he?
"Suck my cock, then." He tried, telling himself that if this was real, Joon would probably laugh at his use of such words and walk away to tell Byunghee so they would tease Mir non-stop.
"As you wish." That was the last thing the older man said before pulling Chulyong's pants down and taking his awakening member into his mouth. Joon's lips were tightly wrapped around the cock, sucking firmly and slow enough to make Mir think he wasn't moving at all but he was and it felt so good. Chulyong threaded his fingers into Joon's soft tresses and gripped at them, impatiently pulling his head toward his hips. There was something about how the white lace of the hairpiece moved up and down along Joon’s head that was absurdly hot to him.
"Fuck, Changseon. You're such a slut."
The words would have earned Mir a slap in the face in any other situation but somehow, they only encouraged Joon and made him increase the speed of his bobbing head. In a way, Chulyong calling him something much more humiliating than his name or a stupid nickname excited him. He pulled the member out of his mouth and replaced his lips by his hand, moving it at a leisurely pace.
"What did you call me?" He asked, simpering. "Please, say it again."
"Slut." Mir groaned. "You just deserve to be..."
"Yes? Deserve what? A reward? Punishment?" Joon kept smirking triumphantly at how the other seemed to fail at resisting him. He let go of Chulyong and got up, pushed him back against the couch and straddled him. "Do whatever your heart desires. I'm here to satisfy your every desire, master."
This was it. Mir grabbed Joon and smashed their lips together and slid his hands up the skirt, feeling up at his strong thighs and firm ass cheeks. Changseon let him choose the pace of this making out session and moved his hands inside of Mir's shirt. Their moans melted into each other's mouth and Mir only wanted to take more advantage of this.
The younger male moved and pushed the maid man from his lap and onto the couch and he went for a second round of tongue fighting. The lace from the underskirt stuck to his wet cock and his thoughts only focused on the thousands of things he could command Joon to do. He licked and bit his neck, enjoying how Joon shuddered and moaned the words 'master' and 'please' in such a wanton manner.
"Shut up, you can't ask for anything. You serve me." Mir scowled, putting his hand over the maid's mouth. "Get up. Show me your pretty ass under that skirt. I want to see it."
Bang Chulyong was talking dirty. Joon could only smirk smugly at how the younger man joined the game and got into it so fast. Yes, he was just this good of an actor.
He pushed the younger, hornier boy off of him and stood up. He took a few steps away before raising his skirt a bit and bending frontward to show him what he wanted to see so badly. He showed him that he wore no real form of underwear; his ass barely was framed by the dark lace of a garter belt to which his stockings were snapped to.
Joon looked back, looking conceited. "Does it please you, master?"
Chulyong was not only pleased. He wanted to get his hands on that. He wanted to get his cock inside of that.
".... Fuck."
"Such bad words." Joon laughed and lowered his skirt, "Maybe we should put this gag on you."
He pulled what seemed to be a scarf from his apron's pocket and threw it over at Mir, laughing softly.
".... Fuck you, Changseon."
"Your wish is my command." Joon told the impatient boy before he went back to the couch and bent over it, putting his hands down on the cushioned surface to support himself. "Do whatever your cock desires now. I'm all yours."
"...Now you're going to get it." Chulyong got up to stand behind the maid and flipped Joon's skirt up, rubbing his hardened dick against the other man's puckered hole. "You're going to get fucked so hard you won't even remember your name after."
"Ahh, master.... Please don't tease me, or I will use my handcuffs against you!" Joon mock threatened, being as obvious as ever and taking the opportunity to talk about his possession of cuffs. "I'm all prepared for you already... Please do not ignore your desires, go ahead."
Mir could see the cocky grin on Joon's face even if he wasn't facing him. He had planned all of this and the younger had fallen for it all, as he planned.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear you anymore." Mir said and tied the gag over Changseon's mouth tightly. He then sunk his hand into the apron pocket and dug out a pair of handcuffs with black fur on them. He used the kinky restraints to cuff Joon's wrists together behind his back after the other had struggled a bit against it and ended up accidentally leaning forward with his face against the couch.
Chulyong spat against Joon's entrance and rubbed against it a bit before pushing himself in, not losing time before thrusting into him and giving him the promised hard fuck he has been meaning to give him all along. He groaned loudly as he set a wild pace, a hand pumping at the older man’s cock and the other hand grabbing roughly at Changseon's ass cheek and the lacy petticoat.
"You like it, huh? You like being fucked hard like this? This was the reward you were looking for, pretty slut?"
Upon hearing the naughty words, Joon desperately nodded as he kept moaning loudly against the gag and the couch while the other thrust into him so hard it made his knees feel weak.
"Don't fall like that. You said you'd serve me, do it right. Damn you." Mir smacked Changseon's behind, making him arch his body before falling forward, knees to the floor and his head on the couch still. Chulyong immediately followed, kneeling and pulling Joon's head back by his hair. The older man's only reply was a muffled moan and his knees sliding apart from each other on the floor, he spread himself for the other.
"... Still such a slut." Mir chuckled and slammed himself back in, pummeling inside the other repeatedly. He even took the gag off of him to hear him feeling it.
Once the scarf was removed, Joon was still as loud as ever and so was Mir. Moans, grunts and even cries of each other's names escaped them as they approached their climax dangerously.
"M-master! Can I come?" The maid asked between a few moans. "Please allow me to!"
"D-do it." Mir allowed, a few thrusts before he bit the other's shoulder to silence his groan and lost his grip onto the real world.
Joon screamed as he came onto Mir's hand, his voice a bit higher than its usual tone.
"Master!"
~~~
"... Okay, you can take the cuffs off now." Joon said, once he found the strength to speak again.
Mir pulled himself out of him but stayed on his back, "Where's the key?"
"In my apron's pocket." The older indicated, looking down at his knees where the apron had slid down a bit.
Chulyong slipped a hand in the pocket in search of the key, pressing kisses at the back of Joon's neck until he felt something. Or didn't feel anything, for that matter.
"....Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh, what?"
"I-it's not here."
"... what!?" Changseon asked, not sounding pleased with still being captive. "You're so kidding. Free me."
"I'm not!" Mir took the apron off and shook it a bit to show its emptiness but for a small tube of lubricant that fell on the floor.
"Do something!" Joon panicked, pulling against his restraints and cursing them in all the ways he could.
"I.... I know! I'm going to get Seungho-hyung! He can do anything practical like that." Chulyong stated his idea, taking his clothes and putting them back on. "You wait here!"
".... You shouldn't do that." The older man shook his head, blanching at the idea of his bandmates seeing him like this.
Mir headed for the door, "I'll be right back!"
"Hey, no. Chulyong. WAIT!" Changseon yelled at the other guy's back but only got the slamming door's sound as a reply.
".... Oh fuck."