In The Dark
Name: In The Dark
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: ??? x Shindong
Rating: 18+, sex!
Words: 924
Notes: For shindong_weekly's third prompt, Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth. I sorta wish I came up with something more... intellectual and interesting. Hahahaha~ But everyone loves creepy sex, amirite?
I think I’m falling in love with you.
Shindong doesn’t know what to make of the text message. The sender is an unfamiliar number and it certainly doesn’t seem like something a fan would send. He thinks about it for a few minutes before deleting it. It’s probably a prank.
Two days later he receives another one.
You worked hard today, but don’t forget to rest. And don’t stay up so late.
This text message sends Shindong on edge. There’s something so... personal about it that sends chills down his spine. He doesn’t think about this text message for long before deleting it. It has to be a prank.
It’s a whole week before it happens again.
I told you to get more sleep, now you’ve slept in again.
Shindong stumbles out of bed and walks out of his room, holding his cell phone with a lost expression on his face. Eeteuk is chatting happily with Eunhyuk in the kitchen, Kibum’s on the computer as distant as ever, Sungmin is sprawled out on the couch still half asleep and Shindong can hear Kangin make a fuss over something in the bathroom.
“Where’s Heechul? Yesung?” Shindong asks. It has to be somebody in the small apartment.
“Sleeping,” Eeteuk says with a sigh. “Can you wake them up?”
Shindong nods and heads off to one of the bedrooms, momentarily forgetting about the text message.
It only takes a day for another strange text message to appear.
You’re breaking my heart.
It takes Shindong a few minutes before he sends off a reply, Who are you? Is this a joke?
I wouldn’t joke about something like this.
I want to know who you are, is Shindong’s frustrated reply.
He doesn’t get any other messages that day.
The whole situation grates on his nerves and Shindong is desperate to talk to somebody. He knows that whoever is sending him the text messages lives with him, the intimate details of his life that the anonymous person comments on can only be known by his fellow apartment mates. He hates how he doesn’t trust anyone lately.
He finally gives in and calls Donghae. Even though he’s all the way in China perhaps he’ll be able to make sense of the situation.
“Are you sure it’s not just a fan?” he asks once Shindong explains everything to him.
“They know too much about me,” Shindong replies with a sigh as he stares up at the ceiling in his bedroom. “There’s no way a fan would know that much. It has to be someone... here.”
“I wouldn’t put it past Heechul or Eunhyuk to pull something like this,” he says finally.
“I know. That’s why I want to figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“Yah, don’t get so upset over it,” Donghae says. “Whoever it is will get bored and you’ll forget all about it.”
Shindong hopes Donghae is right.
Why don’t you notice me?
Shindong sends a frustrated reply, I don’t know who you are! How can I notice you?
Then let’s meet.
Shindong doesn’t know what to think.
He wakes up with a sudden pressure on his midsection and despite opening his eyes all he can see is darkness. Before he can say anything on the absurdity of the situation he feels soft lips touch his own. His mind is in a state of shock as he feels foreign lips move against his own and despite the warnings in his mind he kisses back.
He wants whoever is sitting on top of him to take off the blindfold, reveal their identity and explain why they didn’t just talk to him in the first place, but his thoughts are soon diverted when he feels a hand slide underneath his shirt.
Strange fingers play against his nipples and he sighs against the kiss as he tries to convince himself that this is all a dream. He can hear himself groan in disappointment as the faceless male breaks away from the kiss but Shindong finds himself soon gasping as he feels tender fingers pull down his pants.
His cock springs to life as wet lips tease the tip of his head. His mind nearly explodes as he feels a sudden heat envelop his cock. Their tongue is hot against his shaft and he moans loudly when a teasing tongue dips down to lick his balls.
It doesn’t take long for Shindong to come, pent up sexual frustration is something he’s had to deal with since Super Junior debut and he became a star, and he’s been long due for a proper release. There’s silence as he hears and feels the unknown man move around before leaning in to kiss him again. Tasting himself on his lips drives Shindong wild.
“I love you,” he hears a husky whisper.
Is that him?
He feels his mind cloud and he’s painfully aware of the stranger pulling away, getting off the bed, exiting the room.
He knows that once he takes off the blindfold his fantasy will be over.
After that night the text messages stop, but Shindong knows it’s too late, he’s already fallen in love with him.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: ??? x Shindong
Rating: 18+, sex!
Words: 924
Notes: For shindong_weekly's third prompt, Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth. I sorta wish I came up with something more... intellectual and interesting. Hahahaha~ But everyone loves creepy sex, amirite?
I think I’m falling in love with you.
Shindong doesn’t know what to make of the text message. The sender is an unfamiliar number and it certainly doesn’t seem like something a fan would send. He thinks about it for a few minutes before deleting it. It’s probably a prank.
Two days later he receives another one.
You worked hard today, but don’t forget to rest. And don’t stay up so late.
This text message sends Shindong on edge. There’s something so... personal about it that sends chills down his spine. He doesn’t think about this text message for long before deleting it. It has to be a prank.
It’s a whole week before it happens again.
I told you to get more sleep, now you’ve slept in again.
Shindong stumbles out of bed and walks out of his room, holding his cell phone with a lost expression on his face. Eeteuk is chatting happily with Eunhyuk in the kitchen, Kibum’s on the computer as distant as ever, Sungmin is sprawled out on the couch still half asleep and Shindong can hear Kangin make a fuss over something in the bathroom.
“Where’s Heechul? Yesung?” Shindong asks. It has to be somebody in the small apartment.
“Sleeping,” Eeteuk says with a sigh. “Can you wake them up?”
Shindong nods and heads off to one of the bedrooms, momentarily forgetting about the text message.
It only takes a day for another strange text message to appear.
You’re breaking my heart.
It takes Shindong a few minutes before he sends off a reply, Who are you? Is this a joke?
I wouldn’t joke about something like this.
I want to know who you are, is Shindong’s frustrated reply.
He doesn’t get any other messages that day.
The whole situation grates on his nerves and Shindong is desperate to talk to somebody. He knows that whoever is sending him the text messages lives with him, the intimate details of his life that the anonymous person comments on can only be known by his fellow apartment mates. He hates how he doesn’t trust anyone lately.
He finally gives in and calls Donghae. Even though he’s all the way in China perhaps he’ll be able to make sense of the situation.
“Are you sure it’s not just a fan?” he asks once Shindong explains everything to him.
“They know too much about me,” Shindong replies with a sigh as he stares up at the ceiling in his bedroom. “There’s no way a fan would know that much. It has to be someone... here.”
“I wouldn’t put it past Heechul or Eunhyuk to pull something like this,” he says finally.
“I know. That’s why I want to figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“Yah, don’t get so upset over it,” Donghae says. “Whoever it is will get bored and you’ll forget all about it.”
Shindong hopes Donghae is right.
Why don’t you notice me?
Shindong sends a frustrated reply, I don’t know who you are! How can I notice you?
Then let’s meet.
Shindong doesn’t know what to think.
He wakes up with a sudden pressure on his midsection and despite opening his eyes all he can see is darkness. Before he can say anything on the absurdity of the situation he feels soft lips touch his own. His mind is in a state of shock as he feels foreign lips move against his own and despite the warnings in his mind he kisses back.
He wants whoever is sitting on top of him to take off the blindfold, reveal their identity and explain why they didn’t just talk to him in the first place, but his thoughts are soon diverted when he feels a hand slide underneath his shirt.
Strange fingers play against his nipples and he sighs against the kiss as he tries to convince himself that this is all a dream. He can hear himself groan in disappointment as the faceless male breaks away from the kiss but Shindong finds himself soon gasping as he feels tender fingers pull down his pants.
His cock springs to life as wet lips tease the tip of his head. His mind nearly explodes as he feels a sudden heat envelop his cock. Their tongue is hot against his shaft and he moans loudly when a teasing tongue dips down to lick his balls.
It doesn’t take long for Shindong to come, pent up sexual frustration is something he’s had to deal with since Super Junior debut and he became a star, and he’s been long due for a proper release. There’s silence as he hears and feels the unknown man move around before leaning in to kiss him again. Tasting himself on his lips drives Shindong wild.
“I love you,” he hears a husky whisper.
Is that him?
He feels his mind cloud and he’s painfully aware of the stranger pulling away, getting off the bed, exiting the room.
He knows that once he takes off the blindfold his fantasy will be over.
After that night the text messages stop, but Shindong knows it’s too late, he’s already fallen in love with him.