Wake Up
Title: Wake Up (I'm so fail at titles. D:)
Pairing: HyungJoon/JungMin
Genre: Fluff and attempts at humor.
Rating. R
There's only one way to wake up Jungmin without being slaughtered. But it's not like Hyungjoon is about to share that information with anyone. His group members are sadistic enough to demand he awaken them all the same way.
He makes sure the door is locked, takes a deep breath, drops his pants and hits play. As Sisqo's voice fills the room, he starts dancing.
Ooh dat dress so scandalous
And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in ya eye so devilish
The thong he's wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. Bright red against his pale skin, matching his red face.
He glances over at the bed to find Jungmin has pushed up his sleeping mask, a faint smirk on his lips and his eyes slitted open.
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh
I think to sing it again
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
Hyungjoon dances faster, bending over and shaking his ass in front of Jungmin's face, hoping to get this over and done with as soon as possible so that he can go die in a corner somewhere.
Finally, he hears the most beautiful sound in the world, Jungmin's mocking laughter, signaling that he is fully awake. He sighs in relief and walks over to shut the damn song off.
Jungmin's hand snakes around from behind, and Hyungjoon doesn't know when he left the bed, but as the hand wraps tightly around his partially hardened cock, he couldn't care less
"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have the sexy charisma to dance around in a thong? You look like a flailing gorilla."
Hyung Joon has a clever retort ready, but the strangled "Ugh ah, oh yeah, god" that comes out of his mouth instead doesn't exactly convey it. His voice is still sand paper rough from sleep, and coherency has never been his strong point, so he settles for small moans that he's sure Jungmin can translate into, I hate you you bastard, please do that thing with your thumb again.
"Ah," Jungmin replies, "I see you've even reverted back to grunting now, your hairy cousins must be proud." and Hyung Joon hears I love you too, this thing right here? Oh, I can do much better than that.
Jungmin drops to his knees in front of Hyung Joon, pulling down the clingy material of his thong. He runs his hand from the tip on Hyung Joon's cock to the base, leaning forward and running his lips over the head, delicately licking it like a cat.
Hyung Joon lets out a frustrated groan and thrusts forward, just wanting Jungmin to hurry the fuck up.
As Jungmin finally stops teasing and takes him into his wet mouth, Hyng Joon remembers exactly why he keeps volunteering for Jungmin wake up duty.
I'm sorry, I was watching I love the new millennium and the song has been stuck in my head all day. Feel free to shoot me.
Pairing: HyungJoon/JungMin
Genre: Fluff and attempts at humor.
Rating. R
There's only one way to wake up Jungmin without being slaughtered. But it's not like Hyungjoon is about to share that information with anyone. His group members are sadistic enough to demand he awaken them all the same way.
He makes sure the door is locked, takes a deep breath, drops his pants and hits play. As Sisqo's voice fills the room, he starts dancing.
Ooh dat dress so scandalous
And ya know another nigga couldn't handle it
See ya shakin that thang like who's da ish
With a look in ya eye so devilish
The thong he's wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. Bright red against his pale skin, matching his red face.
He glances over at the bed to find Jungmin has pushed up his sleeping mask, a faint smirk on his lips and his eyes slitted open.
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
Baby move your butt butt butt
Uh
I think to sing it again
She had dumps like a truck truck truck
Thighs like what what what
All night long
Let me see that thong
Hyungjoon dances faster, bending over and shaking his ass in front of Jungmin's face, hoping to get this over and done with as soon as possible so that he can go die in a corner somewhere.
Finally, he hears the most beautiful sound in the world, Jungmin's mocking laughter, signaling that he is fully awake. He sighs in relief and walks over to shut the damn song off.
Jungmin's hand snakes around from behind, and Hyungjoon doesn't know when he left the bed, but as the hand wraps tightly around his partially hardened cock, he couldn't care less
"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have the sexy charisma to dance around in a thong? You look like a flailing gorilla."
Hyung Joon has a clever retort ready, but the strangled "Ugh ah, oh yeah, god" that comes out of his mouth instead doesn't exactly convey it. His voice is still sand paper rough from sleep, and coherency has never been his strong point, so he settles for small moans that he's sure Jungmin can translate into, I hate you you bastard, please do that thing with your thumb again.
"Ah," Jungmin replies, "I see you've even reverted back to grunting now, your hairy cousins must be proud." and Hyung Joon hears I love you too, this thing right here? Oh, I can do much better than that.
Jungmin drops to his knees in front of Hyung Joon, pulling down the clingy material of his thong. He runs his hand from the tip on Hyung Joon's cock to the base, leaning forward and running his lips over the head, delicately licking it like a cat.
Hyung Joon lets out a frustrated groan and thrusts forward, just wanting Jungmin to hurry the fuck up.
As Jungmin finally stops teasing and takes him into his wet mouth, Hyng Joon remembers exactly why he keeps volunteering for Jungmin wake up duty.
I'm sorry, I was watching I love the new millennium and the song has been stuck in my head all day. Feel free to shoot me.