[Drabble] Hot Times
Title: Hot Times
Author: rennonyanyan
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Length: Drabble
Summary: Hot Times. On bed.
A/N: Loosely inspired by SM The Ballad's Hot Times. For my valentine haru_ran. I love you babya ♥
H O T T I M E S
No words escape. Only moans, whimpers, and groans. Bodies collide in a hug. Tangled of sweat slicked limbs. Kisses. Here there. Lips. Forehead. Eyelids. Cheeks. Nose. Nothing but pure affection. Locked lips. Sealed together. Entertwining hands. I love yous are unspoken. But both hearts feel them.
His hands touch you softly. Leaving none inches unscanned. You are his God. No one worship you up to this level. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream like your fans do. But he hold your soul close. Jail it in his heart from the first moment your eyes met. It was a dream. And this love making session is a repeatable one. The dream put on a single repeat. No matter how you tried to pause it, to stop it, it keeps replaying. Your endless addiction. Your drug.
Open your eyes, he commands. He looks at you with love and endless affection. A thought pops in your head. What did I do to deserve you? But then he answers with a whisper.
I love you.
There goes your worries as he dives down to claim your lips. Tears leaking from both of your eyes. Love. Love. This is love. Not just a lust for thrusts and releases. This is love you could feel. Love you could sense. Love that brings you life. Love that keeps you going on.
You both are just the same. All man. Suppressing tired, anger, loneliness, fear, and much more in your heart. Alone. You both used to be alone. But then you met. And you can't help but falling in love with this Godsent born two days later than you. Love? Are you sure? It was. Forever it will be. You sure of it as sure as you feel it is his fingers, slick with lube, making their way to your rear opening. A moan escapes your lips. He shushes you. Miss me here? You nod heavily. Is it hurt? Your head shakes this time.
I've changed after meeting you
I'm no longer afraid or hurting
I live each day in anticipation
Since it's you, I'm okay.
He stares at you. There's a slight discomfort glinting there You bring your head up and still his lips in soft, assuring kiss. He smiles. Your heart turning to white ashes. Happiness burst in your chest. Kiss. Kiss. Another kiss. Second finger joins the first. You gasp. He swallows it in his throat. Just like he swallows your fear. You remember the young him shamelessly holds your hand just outside the TV station before you both stepped in. The hands still clasped together all the way up to the stage. You feel safe. You feel loved. You feel warm. Him. Only him who could make you feel those things. Like now.
He slides in with a kiss. You whimper faintly in his mouth. It's been months since his last time being there. You cry again. I'm okay is your answer when his worried face shows. Another kiss and he moves. Moans escalating in pleasure. You don't care. The world needs to hear that not a single shit could break you up. YunJae was real. YunJae is over. YunJae is never exist. Let your moans prove they're all wrong.
Stars. They're crashing under your eyelids. He hits your sweet spot again and again. He, however, is real. Not a star. Not a God. Not the awesome almighty leader-sshi of TVXQ,
for now.
In this moment, he's just Jung Yunho. Just Jung Yunho. The man who loves you. The silly boy who kiss your cheek and whispers I like you few weeks before your debut. The guy who holds you tight at the stage before receiving many awards. The only person you allow to see this side of you.
Writhing. Pleading. Kissing. Moaning. Begging. Thrusting. Panting. Thrusting. There. Your climax rip you like a fire. He pumps you dry as he emptying his seed inside of you. Words long gone. Only sharp intake of breath of yours. He pulls out and flips your body to his. Back to chest. Placing a kiss to the tattoo. You giggle in a sigh. Snuggling your body closer. You still miss him even when he's beside you.
Hands clasping one another. Bodies pressing flush. The sheet is too far below. Fallen hours ago before intercourse. His breath hot on your neck. Another kiss and your eyes fluttering shut.
Jae?
You answer with a hum. Unexpectedly, he removes the ring on his finger and slips it on yours. You bring your hand up to see the band closely. It shines under the moonlight. It's beautiful, you whisper. He looks past your shoulder.
Promise me not to take it off before it moves to the left hand, okay?
You nod. There's a stream of tears flowing down on your left. He feels it. Don't cry. He kiss your cheek. You nod again. I'm alright. He smiles on your neck. Coaxing you to sleep with his steady breath.
I love you.
You roll your body to his. Throwing a leg over his waist. Chuckling on his chest. Chaste kiss on his bow-shaped lips.
I love you more.
A/N: There you go. Finally an update? I thought I'm getting lame-er day by day -______- IWSNT is still putting in a research (again). to all of you who have requested a drabble or oneshot, please please please be patient. I'm getting all of them done. Thank you so much for your willing to wait. I love you guys. Happy Valentine. Make love. Not lies ♥
Author: rennonyanyan
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Length: Drabble
Summary: Hot Times. On bed.
A/N: Loosely inspired by SM The Ballad's Hot Times. For my valentine haru_ran. I love you babya ♥
H O T T I M E S
Click to viewNo words escape. Only moans, whimpers, and groans. Bodies collide in a hug. Tangled of sweat slicked limbs. Kisses. Here there. Lips. Forehead. Eyelids. Cheeks. Nose. Nothing but pure affection. Locked lips. Sealed together. Entertwining hands. I love yous are unspoken. But both hearts feel them.
His hands touch you softly. Leaving none inches unscanned. You are his God. No one worship you up to this level. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream like your fans do. But he hold your soul close. Jail it in his heart from the first moment your eyes met. It was a dream. And this love making session is a repeatable one. The dream put on a single repeat. No matter how you tried to pause it, to stop it, it keeps replaying. Your endless addiction. Your drug.
Open your eyes, he commands. He looks at you with love and endless affection. A thought pops in your head. What did I do to deserve you? But then he answers with a whisper.
I love you.
There goes your worries as he dives down to claim your lips. Tears leaking from both of your eyes. Love. Love. This is love. Not just a lust for thrusts and releases. This is love you could feel. Love you could sense. Love that brings you life. Love that keeps you going on.
You both are just the same. All man. Suppressing tired, anger, loneliness, fear, and much more in your heart. Alone. You both used to be alone. But then you met. And you can't help but falling in love with this Godsent born two days later than you. Love? Are you sure? It was. Forever it will be. You sure of it as sure as you feel it is his fingers, slick with lube, making their way to your rear opening. A moan escapes your lips. He shushes you. Miss me here? You nod heavily. Is it hurt? Your head shakes this time.
I've changed after meeting you
I'm no longer afraid or hurting
I live each day in anticipation
Since it's you, I'm okay.
He stares at you. There's a slight discomfort glinting there You bring your head up and still his lips in soft, assuring kiss. He smiles. Your heart turning to white ashes. Happiness burst in your chest. Kiss. Kiss. Another kiss. Second finger joins the first. You gasp. He swallows it in his throat. Just like he swallows your fear. You remember the young him shamelessly holds your hand just outside the TV station before you both stepped in. The hands still clasped together all the way up to the stage. You feel safe. You feel loved. You feel warm. Him. Only him who could make you feel those things. Like now.
He slides in with a kiss. You whimper faintly in his mouth. It's been months since his last time being there. You cry again. I'm okay is your answer when his worried face shows. Another kiss and he moves. Moans escalating in pleasure. You don't care. The world needs to hear that not a single shit could break you up. YunJae was real. YunJae is over. YunJae is never exist. Let your moans prove they're all wrong.
Stars. They're crashing under your eyelids. He hits your sweet spot again and again. He, however, is real. Not a star. Not a God. Not the awesome almighty leader-sshi of TVXQ,
for now.
In this moment, he's just Jung Yunho. Just Jung Yunho. The man who loves you. The silly boy who kiss your cheek and whispers I like you few weeks before your debut. The guy who holds you tight at the stage before receiving many awards. The only person you allow to see this side of you.
Writhing. Pleading. Kissing. Moaning. Begging. Thrusting. Panting. Thrusting. There. Your climax rip you like a fire. He pumps you dry as he emptying his seed inside of you. Words long gone. Only sharp intake of breath of yours. He pulls out and flips your body to his. Back to chest. Placing a kiss to the tattoo. You giggle in a sigh. Snuggling your body closer. You still miss him even when he's beside you.
Hands clasping one another. Bodies pressing flush. The sheet is too far below. Fallen hours ago before intercourse. His breath hot on your neck. Another kiss and your eyes fluttering shut.
Jae?
You answer with a hum. Unexpectedly, he removes the ring on his finger and slips it on yours. You bring your hand up to see the band closely. It shines under the moonlight. It's beautiful, you whisper. He looks past your shoulder.
Promise me not to take it off before it moves to the left hand, okay?
You nod. There's a stream of tears flowing down on your left. He feels it. Don't cry. He kiss your cheek. You nod again. I'm alright. He smiles on your neck. Coaxing you to sleep with his steady breath.
I love you.
You roll your body to his. Throwing a leg over his waist. Chuckling on his chest. Chaste kiss on his bow-shaped lips.
I love you more.
A/N: There you go. Finally an update? I thought I'm getting lame-er day by day -______- IWSNT is still putting in a research (again). to all of you who have requested a drabble or oneshot, please please please be patient. I'm getting all of them done. Thank you so much for your willing to wait. I love you guys. Happy Valentine. Make love. Not lies ♥