Jaejoong Is A Douchebag.
Jaejoong Is A Douchebag
Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: Various. YooMin. JaeChun.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Bandfic. Smut. Angst. Drabble (~600+ words).
Warnings: Blowjobs on unsuspecting, sleeping magnaes. Possibly Bastard!Yoochun.
Summary: A story of unrequited love. And blowjobs. And bets. And sex.
AN: Oh hi remember me? :D
This will be a series of drabbles. And they will be ridiculous. ♥
Changmin wakes from a strangely vivid dream to realize there are, in fact, a pair of lips wrapped around his cock.
The lights are still out in his room and all he can make out in the darkness is a distinct lump of someone under the covers. He entertains the passing notion of pushing the sheets down and turning on the lights (and possibly freaking out) but he's already to the point where stopping would be uncomfortable and not really all that attractive of an option.
He settles on moaning a little instead.
The person under the sheets moans in return, giving Changmin a delicious jolt from the vibrations. His balls tense and he finds himself wondering exactly how much of this blowjob he's slept through that he's already at his wit's end. He slides a hand down under the sheets, tangling his fingers in the mystery man's hair to try to guide the oral sex while attempting to guess who currently has his cock down their throat.
As soon as his fingers curl around soft locks he knows who this is. The who makes his heart skip a beat, his dick giving a particularly healthy throb on the other man's tongue.
This is dangerous, he thinks to himself, and not because they're bandmates or because it could ruin their working relationship (or because the person between his legs right now is supposedly dating another member of the group); rather, because Changmin has a puppy love crush on him and receiving sudden, healthy blowjobs from said crush could certainly compound the problem.
His mind goes into overdrive, offering up images of what those soft lips look like wrapped around the base of his cock and suddenly he really, really wants to turn the lights on and get a good look. Unfortunately his imagination is a little too healthy and he comes undone at that thought, shooting his load before he really has a chance to give any forewarning.
He takes a moment to pant before reaching for the lights, eyes wide and confused as the man between his legs throws back the sheets, sitting back on his ankles with a devilish little smile.
"Yoochun," Changmin breathes, glancing at the door of his room before looking back at his bandmate. Yoochun is licking his lips clean and the sight is enough to inspire the urge for another round. "Wha-"
"You sure do come a lot." Yoochun gets out of bed, a casual grin on his lips as he snags his shirt off the floor. Changmin frowns and covers his lap with the sheets.
"What was that for?" Changmin hisses softly. He can't believe how cavalier the other is being about this.
"Oh, the blowjob?" Yoochun pulls his shirt over his head. "Jaejoong bet me 5,000 won that I couldn't get you off before you kicked me out of bed."
Changmin feels his heart plummet to the vicinity of his spleen. "Wh-... excuse me?"
Yoochun leers at the youngest. "Guess we proved him wrong, huh?" He leans in, pressing a fleeting kiss to Changmin's cheek before heading for the door, closing it silently behind him.
Left alone in his room, Changmin wants to vomit.
[part o2]
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Author: dong-bang @ kiiteruno
Pairings: Various. YooMin. JaeChun.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Bandfic. Smut. Angst. Drabble (~600+ words).
Warnings: Blowjobs on unsuspecting, sleeping magnaes. Possibly Bastard!Yoochun.
Summary: A story of unrequited love. And blowjobs. And bets. And sex.
AN: Oh hi remember me? :D
This will be a series of drabbles. And they will be ridiculous. ♥
Changmin wakes from a strangely vivid dream to realize there are, in fact, a pair of lips wrapped around his cock.
The lights are still out in his room and all he can make out in the darkness is a distinct lump of someone under the covers. He entertains the passing notion of pushing the sheets down and turning on the lights (and possibly freaking out) but he's already to the point where stopping would be uncomfortable and not really all that attractive of an option.
He settles on moaning a little instead.
The person under the sheets moans in return, giving Changmin a delicious jolt from the vibrations. His balls tense and he finds himself wondering exactly how much of this blowjob he's slept through that he's already at his wit's end. He slides a hand down under the sheets, tangling his fingers in the mystery man's hair to try to guide the oral sex while attempting to guess who currently has his cock down their throat.
As soon as his fingers curl around soft locks he knows who this is. The who makes his heart skip a beat, his dick giving a particularly healthy throb on the other man's tongue.
This is dangerous, he thinks to himself, and not because they're bandmates or because it could ruin their working relationship (or because the person between his legs right now is supposedly dating another member of the group); rather, because Changmin has a puppy love crush on him and receiving sudden, healthy blowjobs from said crush could certainly compound the problem.
His mind goes into overdrive, offering up images of what those soft lips look like wrapped around the base of his cock and suddenly he really, really wants to turn the lights on and get a good look. Unfortunately his imagination is a little too healthy and he comes undone at that thought, shooting his load before he really has a chance to give any forewarning.
He takes a moment to pant before reaching for the lights, eyes wide and confused as the man between his legs throws back the sheets, sitting back on his ankles with a devilish little smile.
"Yoochun," Changmin breathes, glancing at the door of his room before looking back at his bandmate. Yoochun is licking his lips clean and the sight is enough to inspire the urge for another round. "Wha-"
"You sure do come a lot." Yoochun gets out of bed, a casual grin on his lips as he snags his shirt off the floor. Changmin frowns and covers his lap with the sheets.
"What was that for?" Changmin hisses softly. He can't believe how cavalier the other is being about this.
"Oh, the blowjob?" Yoochun pulls his shirt over his head. "Jaejoong bet me 5,000 won that I couldn't get you off before you kicked me out of bed."
Changmin feels his heart plummet to the vicinity of his spleen. "Wh-... excuse me?"
Yoochun leers at the youngest. "Guess we proved him wrong, huh?" He leans in, pressing a fleeting kiss to Changmin's cheek before heading for the door, closing it silently behind him.
Left alone in his room, Changmin wants to vomit.
[part o2]
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