T-ara; Hyomin (+Jiyeon), "D.I.Y."
Title: D.I.Y.
Fandom: T-ara
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hyomin (+Jiyeon)
Rating: PG
Notes: Semi-inspired by one of the prompts in this challenge, originally posted here.
Warnings: Nil
The biggest inconvenience of living in a dormitory is also the one that no one ever talks about. There are always discreet hotels for quick liaisons, but late one night when Hyomin is too exhausted to sleep, her mind kicks into overdrive with scenarios that stubbornly refuse to leave her head. They would be easy to ignore if they were about anyone else, but Eunjung- silly, innocent Eunjung had joked about tying Jiyeon down and punishing her for being a brat, and Hyomin's mind still hasn't let go of the idea since.
In the 3am silence, Hyomin thinks she can hear Jiyeon's breathing if she listens hard enough. There's barely two metres of space separating them - two metres of empty space, and an insurmountable wall of conventions and expectations; roles and duties.
Still, there's nothing to stop Hyomin's fingers as they trace patterns over her stomach, the cloth of her nightshirt pushed up high and out of the way. There's something wrong to even think of this, but it is deliciously wrong and that makes it even harder to stop. Hyomin thinks of Jiyeon's giggle, and imagines her roommate making that sound, pretending that it's Jiyeon's fingers tickling over her skin instead and wandering further, curling into the elastic of her panties and pulling them down. It makes Hyomin sigh, half-wishing Jiyeon was awake-
"Unni? Are you asleep?" Hyomin almost jumps out of her skin but freezes instead, acutely aware of how the moonlight through the curtains silhouettes her every move to Jiyeon's now-watching eyes. "I can't sleep."
Hyomin counts down to ten in her head, and then she hears Jiyeon's sigh, followed by the rustling of bedsheets as the younger girl tries to find a comfortable position in bed. Hyomin's nightshirt is carefully pulled down over her thighs again, although her heart's still pounding and the need to be touched there still makes her want to squirm. She licks her lips.
"Yeah? I can't sleep either."
Fandom: T-ara
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hyomin (+Jiyeon)
Rating: PG
Notes: Semi-inspired by one of the prompts in this challenge, originally posted here.
Warnings: Nil
The biggest inconvenience of living in a dormitory is also the one that no one ever talks about. There are always discreet hotels for quick liaisons, but late one night when Hyomin is too exhausted to sleep, her mind kicks into overdrive with scenarios that stubbornly refuse to leave her head. They would be easy to ignore if they were about anyone else, but Eunjung- silly, innocent Eunjung had joked about tying Jiyeon down and punishing her for being a brat, and Hyomin's mind still hasn't let go of the idea since.
In the 3am silence, Hyomin thinks she can hear Jiyeon's breathing if she listens hard enough. There's barely two metres of space separating them - two metres of empty space, and an insurmountable wall of conventions and expectations; roles and duties.
Still, there's nothing to stop Hyomin's fingers as they trace patterns over her stomach, the cloth of her nightshirt pushed up high and out of the way. There's something wrong to even think of this, but it is deliciously wrong and that makes it even harder to stop. Hyomin thinks of Jiyeon's giggle, and imagines her roommate making that sound, pretending that it's Jiyeon's fingers tickling over her skin instead and wandering further, curling into the elastic of her panties and pulling them down. It makes Hyomin sigh, half-wishing Jiyeon was awake-
"Unni? Are you asleep?" Hyomin almost jumps out of her skin but freezes instead, acutely aware of how the moonlight through the curtains silhouettes her every move to Jiyeon's now-watching eyes. "I can't sleep."
Hyomin counts down to ten in her head, and then she hears Jiyeon's sigh, followed by the rustling of bedsheets as the younger girl tries to find a comfortable position in bed. Hyomin's nightshirt is carefully pulled down over her thighs again, although her heart's still pounding and the need to be touched there still makes her want to squirm. She licks her lips.
"Yeah? I can't sleep either."