come hither
Title: come hither
Pairing: Hyukjae x bad pick up lines (Hyukjae x Kyuhyun)
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 600+
Note: Inspired by Hyukjae’s hilarious come hither sexy face.
Warning: Crack. Bad pick up lines. Hyukjae wanting to get laid.
Summary: Hyukjae attempts to make his dorm mates come hither. No one wants to.
come hither
“So,” Hyukjae purrs, leaning a bony hip against the couch. “How about you and I go to my room and do some horizontal dancing?”
“How about not?” Kyuhyun says calmly, flipping another page of the tv guide. “Your room smells like you. Which smells like feet and decomposing things. No thanks.”
Hyukjae sprawls onto the couch in dismay. In a last attempt at sexiness, he stretches lazily, like an overgrown cat. Kyuhyun swats his roaming fingers away and looks for the remote.
Hyukjae pouts.
“Did you really just say horizontal dancing?” Sungmin stares. He looks torn between laughing and wanting to kill himself.
“Yes!” Hyukjae beams. He scrambles up to Sungmin’s side and strokes his bicep. “Interested?” he says throatily.
Sungmin punches him.
“Hey,” Hyukjae says belatedly, after he picks himself from the floor and rubs his bruising arm, “that was uncalled for.”
“What was uncalled for?” Ryeowook asks as he heads into the kitchen.
“Ryeowook!” Hyukjae says happily. Ryeowook is innocent! He never has sex, right? Right! This can only work in Hyukjae’s favor. He sidles up to Ryeowook and peers over his shoulder. “Forget about making kimchi jjigae, I’ll show you something really hot.”
He bats his eyelashes and Ryeowook looks at him wide-eyed. “Are you saying my jjigae isn’t spicy enough?” His bottom lip quivers and Hyukjae panics.
“NO.” Shit, time for damage control. “No, of course not, Ryeowook. Your food is delicious. And spicy. Deliciously spicy,” Hyukjae blathers.
Ryeowook grins, “That’s what I thought.”
Hyukjae thinks he may’ve been had.
He feels a finger on his lip and a shudder immediately races down his spine before he turns around and latches onto Jongwoon. “Hey there,” he says desperately, “Instead of just my lip, you can touch me all over.”
The room is silent. Jongwoon stares.
“Well,” he says. “That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten that sort of reaction before.” He looks confused. “How am I supposed to respond to that?”
“Ignore him,” Kyuhyun calls from the couch. Sungmin snorts.
“Hey,” Hyukjae mumbles. Maybe I should try upstairs, Hyukjae thinks dismally.
“No,” Ryeowook says, because apparently he’s said that out loud. “Dinner will be done soon.”
Well then, damn. He’s already exhausted his options. Time to head back to square one.
“Kyuhyunnnnn,” Hyukjae moans, plopping himself onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh. He pulls himself into Kyuhyun’s lap and pouts. “Why are you ignoring me in my time of distress?”
“Since when has Kyuhyun ever cared about anyone’s distress?” Sungmin notes simply.
From the corner of Hyukjae’s eye, Kyuhyun smirks and Hyukjae brings his lips to Kyuhyun’s ear. “I’ll make your software turn into hardware,” he breathes.
Kyuhyun raises a brow. A ha! The computer geek is alive after all! His interest must be piqued! “That was horrible.”
Okay so fine, maybe not. Still, Kyuhyun isn’t pushing him away, so Hyukjae purses his lips and runs his fingers over the bottom one messily. He parts his knees more obviously around Kyuhyun and attempts to rock his hips without falling off the seat.
For a second, he thinks it may have actually worked, because Kyuhyun begins to look thoughtful, but after a beat, Kyuhyun’s hands move gently over Hyukjae’s thighs to push him away. With a sigh, Hyukjae obliges, and watches woefully as Kyuhyun stands up.
“Hey hyung, when will dinner be ready?” Kyuhyun asks as he heads toward his room.
“Fifteen minutes,” Ryeowook calls.
Kyuhyun hums in response as he reaches his door, and then he turns to look at Hyukjae. “Well? My hardware isn’t going to fix itself.”
Hyukjae scrambles after Kyuhyun to the sound of Sungmin’s sniggers.
AN: ...Written in about thirty minutes. Super Junior apparently inspires me to write crazy things. Why do I love these boys so much T___T.
Pairing: Hyukjae x bad pick up lines (Hyukjae x Kyuhyun)
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 600+
Note: Inspired by Hyukjae’s hilarious come hither sexy face.
Warning: Crack. Bad pick up lines. Hyukjae wanting to get laid.
Summary: Hyukjae attempts to make his dorm mates come hither. No one wants to.
come hither
“So,” Hyukjae purrs, leaning a bony hip against the couch. “How about you and I go to my room and do some horizontal dancing?”
“How about not?” Kyuhyun says calmly, flipping another page of the tv guide. “Your room smells like you. Which smells like feet and decomposing things. No thanks.”
Hyukjae sprawls onto the couch in dismay. In a last attempt at sexiness, he stretches lazily, like an overgrown cat. Kyuhyun swats his roaming fingers away and looks for the remote.
Hyukjae pouts.
“Did you really just say horizontal dancing?” Sungmin stares. He looks torn between laughing and wanting to kill himself.
“Yes!” Hyukjae beams. He scrambles up to Sungmin’s side and strokes his bicep. “Interested?” he says throatily.
Sungmin punches him.
“Hey,” Hyukjae says belatedly, after he picks himself from the floor and rubs his bruising arm, “that was uncalled for.”
“What was uncalled for?” Ryeowook asks as he heads into the kitchen.
“Ryeowook!” Hyukjae says happily. Ryeowook is innocent! He never has sex, right? Right! This can only work in Hyukjae’s favor. He sidles up to Ryeowook and peers over his shoulder. “Forget about making kimchi jjigae, I’ll show you something really hot.”
He bats his eyelashes and Ryeowook looks at him wide-eyed. “Are you saying my jjigae isn’t spicy enough?” His bottom lip quivers and Hyukjae panics.
“NO.” Shit, time for damage control. “No, of course not, Ryeowook. Your food is delicious. And spicy. Deliciously spicy,” Hyukjae blathers.
Ryeowook grins, “That’s what I thought.”
Hyukjae thinks he may’ve been had.
He feels a finger on his lip and a shudder immediately races down his spine before he turns around and latches onto Jongwoon. “Hey there,” he says desperately, “Instead of just my lip, you can touch me all over.”
The room is silent. Jongwoon stares.
“Well,” he says. “That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten that sort of reaction before.” He looks confused. “How am I supposed to respond to that?”
“Ignore him,” Kyuhyun calls from the couch. Sungmin snorts.
“Hey,” Hyukjae mumbles. Maybe I should try upstairs, Hyukjae thinks dismally.
“No,” Ryeowook says, because apparently he’s said that out loud. “Dinner will be done soon.”
Well then, damn. He’s already exhausted his options. Time to head back to square one.
“Kyuhyunnnnn,” Hyukjae moans, plopping himself onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh. He pulls himself into Kyuhyun’s lap and pouts. “Why are you ignoring me in my time of distress?”
“Since when has Kyuhyun ever cared about anyone’s distress?” Sungmin notes simply.
From the corner of Hyukjae’s eye, Kyuhyun smirks and Hyukjae brings his lips to Kyuhyun’s ear. “I’ll make your software turn into hardware,” he breathes.
Kyuhyun raises a brow. A ha! The computer geek is alive after all! His interest must be piqued! “That was horrible.”
Okay so fine, maybe not. Still, Kyuhyun isn’t pushing him away, so Hyukjae purses his lips and runs his fingers over the bottom one messily. He parts his knees more obviously around Kyuhyun and attempts to rock his hips without falling off the seat.
For a second, he thinks it may have actually worked, because Kyuhyun begins to look thoughtful, but after a beat, Kyuhyun’s hands move gently over Hyukjae’s thighs to push him away. With a sigh, Hyukjae obliges, and watches woefully as Kyuhyun stands up.
“Hey hyung, when will dinner be ready?” Kyuhyun asks as he heads toward his room.
“Fifteen minutes,” Ryeowook calls.
Kyuhyun hums in response as he reaches his door, and then he turns to look at Hyukjae. “Well? My hardware isn’t going to fix itself.”
Hyukjae scrambles after Kyuhyun to the sound of Sungmin’s sniggers.
AN: ...Written in about thirty minutes. Super Junior apparently inspires me to write crazy things. Why do I love these boys so much T___T.