Mic Check
Pairing: Sunny/Hyomin
Rating: Pg-13(ish)
2nd Person POV, you're free to interpret who is who XD
I just had to make this, coz that shared mic in MMA is practically asking for it
It hasn't been proofread by the way >.<
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"Hey.." She enters the dressing room casually like nothing is out of place.
"Aren't you suppose to be on stage rehearsing with your group right now?" You're trying to point out the obvious while you switch gazes between your uncompromising zipper and the approaching woman.
"I see that you're done rehearsing your stage.." her sentence trailed. You can see that her face is blushing from the cold weather, indicating that she just arrive at the vicinity. There's something weird in her gaze, but you decided to push it off to the back of your head instead and tries to force your troublesome attire to cooperate with you.
The dressing room is quite small, and you wonder why she's not showing any hint of stopping from the sound that she makes from her heels. Forgetting about that darn zipper, you move backwards to prevent collision, but she only stops when you realize that your back is against the wall and her left leg is in between yours, denying you of any escape without doing awkward movements.
"What are you--" your voice fails on you as soon as she presses her right hand on you stomach, effectively silencing you.
Her hand feels cold against your already heated body from dancing, but her touch burns you in such a despicable way, to the point that you feel like she is branding you.
The gap closes between the both of you and she tilts her head just in time before her lips crushes against yours, making its way to your right ear instead.
You can smell her cherry-blossom scent due to the ultra close proximity and you wonder if this is what heaven feels. Your train of thought stops as soon as her hot breath hits your ear.
"You.... Are... So....Hot...." She spells out her sentence with her raspy voice. Your system goes haywire as you never encounter this side of her before.
By now you're afraid. You're afraid of what she will do next, you're afraid that someone will walk in on the both of you, but most of all, you're afraid that she will stop this... whatever this is.
She moves her head back slowly so that she faces you again as she breathe her hot breath against your jaw slowly, never making the supposed skin contact.
"Don't be afraid..." She smiles mischievously with a glint of darkness in her eyes.
She watches you intensely as her right hand touches your waist lightly, making its way to your back, going downwards. You close your eyes and bites your lower lips praying that you will not let out a moan.
Oh how it was wrong of you to close your eyes. Your other senses immediately heightened as soon as you lost your vision, your body tries to remember all the happenings right now.
Her left hand still on your stomach, her right hand making its way to your lower back and the smell of her extremely close body has finally clouded your mind. You're paralyzed.
Every movement from her right hand burns you so much since you can still feel its presence as it makes its way downwards, sending weird signals to your body.
Half of your mind wants this to stop because it feels like she takes your strength away with her every touch, but as soon as her left hand left your stomach, you regretted ever wanting it to stop. Her right hand lingers just above the waistband of your short shorts and her left hand caresses your right cheek.
Your heart races so fast right now since her attention to your body has never been this overflowing, and all this time too, you can feel her lustful gaze, watching you wither in her hands.
"Pretty.." She muses, and you automatically moves your face to the right side, trying to elongate the skin contact even though her touch lingers on your cheek.
Her right hand advances lower and gives a tight squeeze to your left butt as you moan in response to that violation.
She chuckles and then something went missing from your back pocket.
You open your eyes and sees her with a square object on her hand that turns out to be your mic input monitoring device.
She nonchalantly wiggle the device on her hand from side to side as she smiles and say "I needed this.. Thanks."
She skips her way to the exit, leaving you baffled and feeling way hotter than before. You hear a faint but melodical "good luck for tonight~" from the outside of your changing room as the clacking sound from her heels reverberated in your mind.
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:p
Rating: Pg-13(ish)
2nd Person POV, you're free to interpret who is who XD
I just had to make this, coz that shared mic in MMA is practically asking for it
It hasn't been proofread by the way >.<
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"Hey.." She enters the dressing room casually like nothing is out of place.
"Aren't you suppose to be on stage rehearsing with your group right now?" You're trying to point out the obvious while you switch gazes between your uncompromising zipper and the approaching woman.
"I see that you're done rehearsing your stage.." her sentence trailed. You can see that her face is blushing from the cold weather, indicating that she just arrive at the vicinity. There's something weird in her gaze, but you decided to push it off to the back of your head instead and tries to force your troublesome attire to cooperate with you.
The dressing room is quite small, and you wonder why she's not showing any hint of stopping from the sound that she makes from her heels. Forgetting about that darn zipper, you move backwards to prevent collision, but she only stops when you realize that your back is against the wall and her left leg is in between yours, denying you of any escape without doing awkward movements.
"What are you--" your voice fails on you as soon as she presses her right hand on you stomach, effectively silencing you.
Her hand feels cold against your already heated body from dancing, but her touch burns you in such a despicable way, to the point that you feel like she is branding you.
The gap closes between the both of you and she tilts her head just in time before her lips crushes against yours, making its way to your right ear instead.
You can smell her cherry-blossom scent due to the ultra close proximity and you wonder if this is what heaven feels. Your train of thought stops as soon as her hot breath hits your ear.
"You.... Are... So....Hot...." She spells out her sentence with her raspy voice. Your system goes haywire as you never encounter this side of her before.
By now you're afraid. You're afraid of what she will do next, you're afraid that someone will walk in on the both of you, but most of all, you're afraid that she will stop this... whatever this is.
She moves her head back slowly so that she faces you again as she breathe her hot breath against your jaw slowly, never making the supposed skin contact.
"Don't be afraid..." She smiles mischievously with a glint of darkness in her eyes.
She watches you intensely as her right hand touches your waist lightly, making its way to your back, going downwards. You close your eyes and bites your lower lips praying that you will not let out a moan.
Oh how it was wrong of you to close your eyes. Your other senses immediately heightened as soon as you lost your vision, your body tries to remember all the happenings right now.
Her left hand still on your stomach, her right hand making its way to your lower back and the smell of her extremely close body has finally clouded your mind. You're paralyzed.
Every movement from her right hand burns you so much since you can still feel its presence as it makes its way downwards, sending weird signals to your body.
Half of your mind wants this to stop because it feels like she takes your strength away with her every touch, but as soon as her left hand left your stomach, you regretted ever wanting it to stop. Her right hand lingers just above the waistband of your short shorts and her left hand caresses your right cheek.
Your heart races so fast right now since her attention to your body has never been this overflowing, and all this time too, you can feel her lustful gaze, watching you wither in her hands.
"Pretty.." She muses, and you automatically moves your face to the right side, trying to elongate the skin contact even though her touch lingers on your cheek.
Her right hand advances lower and gives a tight squeeze to your left butt as you moan in response to that violation.
She chuckles and then something went missing from your back pocket.
You open your eyes and sees her with a square object on her hand that turns out to be your mic input monitoring device.
She nonchalantly wiggle the device on her hand from side to side as she smiles and say "I needed this.. Thanks."
She skips her way to the exit, leaving you baffled and feeling way hotter than before. You hear a faint but melodical "good luck for tonight~" from the outside of your changing room as the clacking sound from her heels reverberated in your mind.
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:p