[drabble] in just a moment
In just a moment
yunjae | NC-17 | language | drabble
Summary: it only takes one moment to be observant.
A/N: posting this in hopes that i'll continue it instead of having it rot in my pc. :p
He wakes up with a dick on his face.
Yes, that is correct- he literally finds a dick on the bottom of his right cheek and furrows his eyebrows once the smell of musk hits his nostrils, strong and familiar but not something new. He swallows, the taste of bitterness filling every edge of his still mouth and he takes note of the cold dry come sticking onto his lower lip, nose, and cheek and probably on his forehead too.
It takes him another five minutes to notice he’s lying on his bed, his right arm gone numb- including his feet, which are beyond the reach of his dark blue covers. He blinks and sees from the corner of his eyes a pair of legs hugging his chest, cover with tight black jeans and leading up to the messy unzipped pants where the said dick lies.
He turns his head upwards, the limp organ sliding off his cheek and immediately, he recognizes the face of Kim Jaejoong, asleep. The sound of his stiff neck makes a snap and it sends a quick jolt down his spine, his back tingling from the sensation. He groans and tries to recall what happened last night.
Assuming the substance on his face is coming from the other man; he must be pretty piss off. Needless to say, he finds himself not minding one bit because it could be worst. So much worst.
In the many times of Jung Yunho’s life, he doesn’t find it the least bit surprising because one- he’s a mess, two- he’s probably done something wrong last night, and three- Kim Jaejoong has unlimited creativity. It’s scary.
a/n: not so sure what i just wrote but smut sounds nice right now. and comments.
yunjae | NC-17 | language | drabble
Summary: it only takes one moment to be observant.
A/N: posting this in hopes that i'll continue it instead of having it rot in my pc. :p
He wakes up with a dick on his face.
Yes, that is correct- he literally finds a dick on the bottom of his right cheek and furrows his eyebrows once the smell of musk hits his nostrils, strong and familiar but not something new. He swallows, the taste of bitterness filling every edge of his still mouth and he takes note of the cold dry come sticking onto his lower lip, nose, and cheek and probably on his forehead too.
It takes him another five minutes to notice he’s lying on his bed, his right arm gone numb- including his feet, which are beyond the reach of his dark blue covers. He blinks and sees from the corner of his eyes a pair of legs hugging his chest, cover with tight black jeans and leading up to the messy unzipped pants where the said dick lies.
He turns his head upwards, the limp organ sliding off his cheek and immediately, he recognizes the face of Kim Jaejoong, asleep. The sound of his stiff neck makes a snap and it sends a quick jolt down his spine, his back tingling from the sensation. He groans and tries to recall what happened last night.
Assuming the substance on his face is coming from the other man; he must be pretty piss off. Needless to say, he finds himself not minding one bit because it could be worst. So much worst.
In the many times of Jung Yunho’s life, he doesn’t find it the least bit surprising because one- he’s a mess, two- he’s probably done something wrong last night, and three- Kim Jaejoong has unlimited creativity. It’s scary.
a/n: not so sure what i just wrote but smut sounds nice right now. and comments.