The Words of Marilyn Monroe
Title: The Words of Marilyn Monroe
Pairing/Group: JoonMi
Authors note: To weerainbow . Sorry it took me so long.. >_< I originally had a different fic for you but I have a writers block on it... =/ and don't know if I could ever finish it... its like 1000 words of nothing -_-;; so I wrote this one for you instead. Hope you like it <333
Summary: A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love; listens, but doesn't believe; and leaves before she is left. - Marilyn Monroe
A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love.
Friends with benefits. That's what they were. Mireu doesn't remember how it happened, who initiated it, but neither was complaining.
Mireu hesitantly parted his lip, giving the older boy access. Fisting the front of Joon's shirt tightly, a small moan managed to escaped his mouth as the other's tongue explored every inch, tasting every last bit of him. Closing his eyes, Mireu slid his tongue against the other's as his body was pulled closer, chests pressing even further against one another.
There were no sparks, no dying confessions of love, nor were there fireworks flying above them. It was just a kiss. Nothing more, nothing less.
Breaking the kiss, panting lightly, the younger boy leaned in once more, pecking the other's lip before untangling himself, "Thanks hyung."
Mireu walked away, fingers slowly sneaking up, grazing his lip softly as his mind lingered on the older boy for the rest of the day.
Listens, but doesn't believe.
Mireu rested his head against the other's bare chest, listening to the gentle thumping, it was soothing. Especially since not that long ago, the thumping was probably more erratic and loud. Feeling fingers tangling themselves in his messy hair, the younger boy couldn't help but lean against the other's touch. A soft humming of approval.
The other murmured quietly, still tired from their recent activity, "You're my favorite Mireu."
The young boy bit his lip, nodding his lead slowly, letting the soft touches continue. Of course he wouldn't mention that he heard the other say the same exact words to Seungho earlier. He knew the other was lying, yet he wouldn't call Joon out on it. "Of course I am hyung."
Smiling, Mireu slid his fingers down Joon's chest, all the way down to the older boy's cock. Teasing it with playful touches, it quickly hardened again for him.
Soon, the room was filled with moans and groans once more, with Mireu straddling Joon as the other's cock thrusted into him over and over again, filling him up each time. The breathing have become more erratic.
"Ngh..J-Joon.." Panting, Mireu bit his lips, to stop himself from saying anymore.
Knowing full well what the other wanted, Joon kept his hands on the younger boy's waist, thrusting up even harder.
With too much pride to beg to be touched, Mireu snaked his own hand around his dripping cock, quickly pumping it as he thew his head back.
Each thrust became rougher as Joon watched Mireu touch himself, eyes hooded and mouth slightly ajar as his body continued to bounce up and down. Joon took in the beautiful sight, Mireu truly was his favorite.
And leaves before she is left.
Things have gotten too far, too fast. The kisses suddenly gave him butterfly feelings, tickling his stomach, giving him that queasy yet giggly feeling The lies that the other once told him were starting to seem genuine, as if he was tell the truth. Mireu actually started to believe that he might be Joon's favorite. And somehow having sex have blossomed into making love.
And it scared him.
Mireu closed his eyes and Joon planted soft kisses along his neck, he couldn't help but shiver, his body aching to be touched.
And without saying anything, Mireu stepped away, leaving the other's warm embrace.
"Hyung… I don't want this anymore…. this is getting boring.." His own words hurt himself more than he thought it would. Grabbing his shirt that was still on the floor, Mireu made his way out of the room, not bothering to listen to Joon's reply or to even see the older boy's reaction. This was the first time in his life that he truly felt like a coward. He was disappointed in himself, for not being able to tell Joon that he wanted something more, something real.
Pairing/Group: JoonMi
Authors note: To weerainbow . Sorry it took me so long.. >_< I originally had a different fic for you but I have a writers block on it... =/ and don't know if I could ever finish it... its like 1000 words of nothing -_-;; so I wrote this one for you instead. Hope you like it <333
Summary: A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love; listens, but doesn't believe; and leaves before she is left. - Marilyn Monroe
A wise girl kisses, but doesn't love.
Friends with benefits. That's what they were. Mireu doesn't remember how it happened, who initiated it, but neither was complaining.
Mireu hesitantly parted his lip, giving the older boy access. Fisting the front of Joon's shirt tightly, a small moan managed to escaped his mouth as the other's tongue explored every inch, tasting every last bit of him. Closing his eyes, Mireu slid his tongue against the other's as his body was pulled closer, chests pressing even further against one another.
There were no sparks, no dying confessions of love, nor were there fireworks flying above them. It was just a kiss. Nothing more, nothing less.
Breaking the kiss, panting lightly, the younger boy leaned in once more, pecking the other's lip before untangling himself, "Thanks hyung."
Mireu walked away, fingers slowly sneaking up, grazing his lip softly as his mind lingered on the older boy for the rest of the day.
Listens, but doesn't believe.
Mireu rested his head against the other's bare chest, listening to the gentle thumping, it was soothing. Especially since not that long ago, the thumping was probably more erratic and loud. Feeling fingers tangling themselves in his messy hair, the younger boy couldn't help but lean against the other's touch. A soft humming of approval.
The other murmured quietly, still tired from their recent activity, "You're my favorite Mireu."
The young boy bit his lip, nodding his lead slowly, letting the soft touches continue. Of course he wouldn't mention that he heard the other say the same exact words to Seungho earlier. He knew the other was lying, yet he wouldn't call Joon out on it. "Of course I am hyung."
Smiling, Mireu slid his fingers down Joon's chest, all the way down to the older boy's cock. Teasing it with playful touches, it quickly hardened again for him.
Soon, the room was filled with moans and groans once more, with Mireu straddling Joon as the other's cock thrusted into him over and over again, filling him up each time. The breathing have become more erratic.
"Ngh..J-Joon.." Panting, Mireu bit his lips, to stop himself from saying anymore.
Knowing full well what the other wanted, Joon kept his hands on the younger boy's waist, thrusting up even harder.
With too much pride to beg to be touched, Mireu snaked his own hand around his dripping cock, quickly pumping it as he thew his head back.
Each thrust became rougher as Joon watched Mireu touch himself, eyes hooded and mouth slightly ajar as his body continued to bounce up and down. Joon took in the beautiful sight, Mireu truly was his favorite.
And leaves before she is left.
Things have gotten too far, too fast. The kisses suddenly gave him butterfly feelings, tickling his stomach, giving him that queasy yet giggly feeling The lies that the other once told him were starting to seem genuine, as if he was tell the truth. Mireu actually started to believe that he might be Joon's favorite. And somehow having sex have blossomed into making love.
And it scared him.
Mireu closed his eyes and Joon planted soft kisses along his neck, he couldn't help but shiver, his body aching to be touched.
And without saying anything, Mireu stepped away, leaving the other's warm embrace.
"Hyung… I don't want this anymore…. this is getting boring.." His own words hurt himself more than he thought it would. Grabbing his shirt that was still on the floor, Mireu made his way out of the room, not bothering to listen to Joon's reply or to even see the older boy's reaction. This was the first time in his life that he truly felt like a coward. He was disappointed in himself, for not being able to tell Joon that he wanted something more, something real.