.: 100 One-Shot Prompt Challenge [6] :.
Because Hyunnie wanted it, and she wanted something dirty~ >:D
I don't know...I scare myself sometimes...But this was fun to write...and amusing~ Hope you all enjoy~! ;333
prompt 063:: Cheeky
pairing:: SiHan
progress:: 6 / 100
word count:: 587
rating:: RATED. For unnecessary use of foul language and sexual situations ;D
“Hyung?? What are you doing in here? I thought I was sharing a room with Ryeowook---”
You press a finger to your lips, and there’s something different in your eyes as you shut off the light switch.
Something that screams mischief and lust loud and clear throughout the room.
All I can do is stare in anticipation from the bed as you make your way over, wearing your white tank top and shorts…sliding into the bed with me.
“Hyung…I---”
“Shhh…” you say, pressing your finger against my lips this time. Now I’m positive of where this is going, and just to confirm my thoughts…we’re tangled in a mass of arms, legs, and blankets in the next moment, already panting and sweating before we’ve even gotten our clothes off.
Pulling away to breathe, you pause and throw the sheets off of the bed. Our body heat is enough as the room temperature seems to rise…
You come back to me, and just as I begin to think that we’ll never get our clothes off, you begin unbuttoning my plaid pajama shirt. You make it a slow---a very, very slow, painful process.
“HYUNG---” I protest, but you silence me with a kiss and I don’t complain. Finally, the last button is undone, and you peel my shirt off. In desperation, I search for an easy way to remove your thin tank top…and I find a small hole. Perfect.
‘R-I-I-I-I-P’ is the sound the flimsy shirt makes, and you fling the shredded remains on the floor angrily.
“Fuck, Siwon. That has to be the third one this month.” You’re frowning in annoyance, but at the moment, I don’t really care. Besides, I find it hard to take you seriously when you’re whiny and shirtless.
“Then when the month’s over, I’ll just buy you a new pack~”
“Get on the wall.”
“Hangeng---”
“I said GET ON THE WALL.”
I give in, but with a heavy sigh. I don’t like it as much when I’m not in control.
“It was just a fucking shirt. Don’t get so worked up over it. I swear to God, you’re such a woman sometimes---”
You shut me up again by shoving your lips against mine. I moan a little as I feel your hands slide down my waist, anticipating their destination. They come to my pants, which only stay up due to the elastic band that all pajamas seem to share. Once again, the time you take is excruciatingly long…
But suddenly, you tear yourself away. The pants are left hanging about my knees, and I’m still against the wall, gaping in bewilderment.
This whole time…THIS was your intention. I can see it in the devious flash in your eyes---that cheeky smirk planted across your face. You disappear from the doorway as quickly as you had arrived.
“DAMN IT GENG! YOU FUCKING TEASE!!” I slam a fist against the wall, clenched in fury. Just as I’m about ready to fuck someone’s brains out all over the room, you ruin my hopes as I hear you talking outside.
“Wookie…I think you should take the living room tonight…or share with me and Yesung…for your own safety~”
“Ah…ok, hyung…”
“Hankyung…are you going to sleep now? …what happened to your sh---no. You know what? I’m not even going to ask…Come in Ryeowook.” Yesung says, and I hear the sound of the door close.
Shit.
Now I’m here…alone.
Alone with a shredded shirt, an empty room, and a BIG PROBLEM.
Fuck.
My.
Life.
Oh. And the mood theme.
I figured I would never use it. Ever. So there it is...appropriate for this fic, ne?
;D