BAD IDEA, RIGHT? The8

⌗ BAD IDEA, RIGHT? ┆ the8

After finding out about your cheating boyfriend, your pettiness leads you to ask another one of your exes for a favor. The ex in question? Minghao.

caution : profanities. college au. ex!minghao. a bit suggestive. cheating. (Minghao’s not involved with the cheating.)

( dividers by @/cafekitsune ! )

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No way. No fucking way.

Phone in hand, you stared intently at the pile of screenshots you just opened, trying your hardest to not pop a vessel and break every single thing near you as you stormed down the dorm halls.

It was a known rule to not leave your dorms once 10 pm strikes, yet that wasn’t refraining you from banging on a certain door, evidence right in your hand that apparently, your boyfriend has been sleeping around, and was stupid enough to post pictures of him doing it. So you figured that was worth being caught and suspended for, if it meant you could strangle him.

“it’s not as bad as you think, if you could just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it.” you snarled, pushing past him as you stormed inside his dorm, barging his closet open, gathering a few of your clothes that you left in his dorm.

“Should’ve left you when that goddamn counselor told me to.” you muttered, shoving the pieces of clothing into a pile, simultaneously knocking a few of his things as you could hear his retorts from behind.

It wasn’t all the time that you felt rage like this. It just so happens that you managed to get so unlucky that your fate lands on a total douche, and you just refuse to muster up the fact that you endured a whole year with someone like him.

So when you finally slam his door closed, you’ve solemnly swear to not look back. But of course, you also weren’t leaving without a proper comeback.

And what better way to do that than to ask another person you’ve dated for assistance.

You had no idea what came to you that night, but you just found yourself back in the men’s dormitory, face to face with the “easiest” person you can reach out of everyone you’ve ever dated. Xu Minghao. At least, that’s what you thought.

“So, what do you say?” you hummed, still catching your breath with the amount of explaining you just said.

But even after all that, you were still met with that all too familiar, bitter: “No.”

The remaining hope you had on your face suddenly faltered, now replaced with a stoic glare. “I thought you said you’d be there for me even if we’re through? Huh? What happened to that?”

Minghao huffed, letting his shoulders slightly slump down as you recalled the same exact words he said two years ago when you broke up.

It was rather a weird way to remember, especially now that you’ve presented him your plan. The plan being simple: the same thing your (now ex) boyfriend did, make out, take pictures of it happening, and spread it around campus, then boom. Done.

“This is quite far from what I meant.” he pointed out, never breaking eye contact with your dejected state.

You could only click your tongue at this, not having a clue that this would be harder than you pictured it to be. “How the hell am I supposed to know what you meant? It’s not like you specified anything..”

For the record, he never did mentioned anything against something like this when he made the vow. But shit, it wasn’t like Minghao expected you to remember his words so easily, let alone recite it right in his face.

“Don’t even start acting like you don’t want this—“

“I really don’t.” he interferes, watching as the frown on your lips suddenly turns upwards as you tilt your head to the side.

“Oh, really?” you spurred, folding your arms to your chest. “Well, rumor has it..” you trail off, lowering your voice as you slightly lean towards him, enough to hear you mumble. “..you haven’t moved on from me.”

Truth be told, you weren’t so certain that it is a rumor, as you’ve only heard it from one of Minghao’s friends: who all still tend to tease him about you despite already calling it quits. Though he never seemed to have much of a response to it, which sucked to you.

He scoffs, rubbing a hand on his temple. “Did Jun tell you that?”

“Would it bother you if I said yes?”

“Then he’s full of shit.” he nods, smirking as he sees your expression shift back to frown.

“Look, if you came here to just pester me and use my own words against me, then you’re free to go.” he shifts, pushing the door to close it on you, but failed as you slipped a foot right in the crack of it.

“Hate to say it, but this would’ve been so much easier if you would just agree.” you coo sarcastically, clasping both of your hands together. “You wouldn't even realize this ever happened, I swear.”

Minghao looks at you as you said that, this time, actually considering. It’s not like you want to make out with him, it’s just a petty little move to get back on your ex. Right? Whatever it was, it suddenly made him shiver.

With one final sigh, he spoke. “Three minutes. And that’s it. Clear?”

“Crystal.” you furiously nodded, letting yourself in before he could even do that himself.

Oh, boy.

“What are you even..” you sigh out loud. Not even a minute in, you were already having complications on making it seem.. real.

You were now situated on his lap, while he sat up with his back on the headboard. You tried your best to ignore the awkward tension, knowingly convinced yourself that it’ll all be worth it. It just had to be

As for Hao.. he just didn’t know where to put his hands.

“Can’t you make it more natural?” you scolded, grabbing a hold of both of his arms.

“Don’t expect me to be good at this, it’s been a while since I’ve touched you like this for fucks sake..” he argued, mumbling the last part as he looked down to his arms. All the while, your stomach churned at what he said, blinking away to stop yourself from thinking further.

“Just- just do it the way you normally did..” you sigh, now feeling his arms wrap around your figure, simultaneously feeling the tips of your ears heat up.

“This alright?” he muttered huskily, looking up at you. You heaved a breath, briefly staring right into him before nodding. “Mhm. It’s fine.”

The way his dorm room smelt, how warm he felt, it was all familiar, and you’d be caught dead if you said it didn’t calm you down. You struggled to reach for your phone beside you as you attempted to angle it down to a natural level. It was mostly focused on Minghao, while your face was a bit hidden, but enough to recognize who it was.

You cleared your throat, signaling that you should, well, start. You took a moment to observe him more, eyes gazing from his cheeks to his lips, until he pulled you out of your trance.

“Hey,” he called out. “Time’s ticking.”

Shit, right.

Your free hand found its way to the back of his neck, finally pressing your lips against his. You felt that certain shockwave as soon as you felt him kissing back, hand trailing through your cheek as you blindly snapped the pictures in your shaking hands.

“Hao, wait–”

You gasped into his mouth, Minghao purposely swatting your phone away, letting it fall somewhere on the bed.

You could feel your throat beating as he pulled you further to deepen the kiss, his plump lips moving so rhythmically with yours. You’ve missed this, more than you’ll ever admit. He’s always been such a skilled kisser, and you never understood that. All you knew was it felt too good, the sensation alone enough to drive you crazy.

A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his hand slip under your cotton shirt, gently caressing the soft skin of your back, accidentally letting out a hitched moan through the kiss, lighting a surge of pride on Minghao as his lips twitched into a smirk.

The three minutes you both agreed on was already over, yet he kept his grip firm, refusing to let go just yet.

Just as his hands reached the hem of your shirt, the loud tone of your phone going off filled your senses, making you abruptly pull away from Minghao, breathless as you got off his lap, hastily fumbling through his sheets in search of your phone.

A hint of panic suddenly washed over you, the contact name of your roommate right on the screen. You looked over your shoulder, catching a glance of Minghao’s slight weary state, not missing the subtle kiss marks you left all over his face as his lips parted, his eyes motioning you to go ahead.

Shaken a bit, you swiped the answer button, placing it right in your ear.

“Hey–”

“Where are you?? You never told me you were going out..” the alarmed tone on your roommate’s voice loomed over you, making you silently hiss.

“I, uh, I fell asleep..” you looked at the Minghao as you said that, causing another smirk from him, mocking your stupid excuse as you glared at him before turning away. “..in the library.”

“Oh, do you need me to get you there, or–

“No!” you exclaimed, sheepishly clearing your throat as you realized how forward it sounded. “Sorry, it's just that.. I'm already on my way back.”

Liar. Minghao thought, softly shaking his head in disbelief, biting back an amused smile.

A breath of relief left your lips as you ended the call, shoving your phone back in the pockets of your sweatpants.

“That wasn't three minutes, by the way.” you remarked plainly, standing up to pat down on your shirt, getting ready to leave.

“You didn't pull away either.” Minghao added in a matter-of-fact tone. All the while you rolled your eyes at him. God, him and his sly remarks, you kinda hoped that he got rid of that trait by now.

“Hey,” he suddenly called out before you could reach the door, cautiously making you look back. “Yeah?”

You watched as he faltered, somehow hesitant to just say it as you waited. With a sigh, he spoke up.

“Would it bother you if I said that Jun was telling the truth?” A slight reference to what you said earlier. The scary part was that he seemed a bit too serious, but anyway, you saw it coming from miles away.

You snorted, shaking your head simultaneously. “I never believed you anyway.”

Honestly, Minghao agrees that your presence can be infuriating at times. Though he can never say that he didn't miss it, and was willing to see more of it. That is, if you'd let him.

Considering that all of this was for some idiotic, and needless to say, petty comeback, you couldn't lie, you'd do it again.

“Goodnight, Hao. I'll see you.”

He chuckles. “Oh, you will.”

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Toji and his shy girl

The drive back to your place was quiet. Toji was focused entirely on the road, not making conversation or even glancing at you like he normally would with that smirk on his face that let you know how happy he was to be with you. You tried making conversation, but you were met with dry responses and hums of mere acknowledgement. You felt the familiar nervousness and anxiety, but this time it wasn't brought on by feelings of love and disbelief that someone like Toji would give the time of day to someone who is so different from him. It was like he was in his own world, and you were cropped out of it, even if you were right beside him. You decided to give it another shot. Maybe he was just in deep thought about something related to a job. He did get a call from Shiu during your time out.

"That ice cream shop we went to was pretty good. We should definitely go back there, sometime." You turn to him, a soft smile on your face as you await his response.

He looks at you through his peripheral vision, doesn't turn his head at all. "Yeah, maybe," he responds, his voice low and borderline emotionless, like his replies to you were on autopilot.

You feel a lump beginning to form in your throat as, once again, you're met with a similar response to the ones he gave you before. You nod, and shortly after shrink. You turn your body towards the car door, and nestle your clasped hands between your thighs. It's as good as you can get into a curled position, given the space you're in.

The drive continued on this way. You pinned to the door, trying to understand what was the matter, and Toji seemingly looking straight down the road. What you didn't know was that he kept glancing at you. His eyes turned in your direction every so often. Contrary to his current demeanor, he didn't like seeing you this way.

Normally, you both lifted each other up.

You, with your way of brightening his days. You make him smile and laugh by being unknowingly funny and sweet, and he just loves how doe eyed you get when his laughter turns into him pulling you into a bear hug. An embrace that conveys how much he loves and appreciates you for making him happy. Your arms are home to him. You're his teddy bear as much as he is yours, because if you wake up at night after falling asleep together and tell him that you have to drive home, he won't let you go. He just grunts and tightens his arms around you.

Toji, with his way of taking care of you and the constant reassurances he offers you. He's well aware of your internal fragility. He knows you're tough when it comes to physical pain. Cuts, scrapes, bruises? Nothing to you. You tend to them and forget they're there until you break your skin again. He knows when you haven't eaten, he knows when you're sad, he knows when you need a little push to get difficult thoughts out. He lets you think you're good at hiding these things, but in reality, all it takes is a flicker of a shift in your mood and he's working to decipher what's wrong.

The sour mood followed you both into your home. You set down all your stuff and went into your room to dress down. Whenever you're upset you like to cover yourself up to lead your invisibility. Before you got dressed into your hoodie and baggy sweatpants, you wore the cutest floral dress. Toji couldn't keep his eyes off of you as he guided you through the streets. He used his privilege of being your man to its full advantage, then. He gawked at your hips as they naturally swayed with the flowy dress and he smirked when you turned to look at him as he carefully walked you through crowds with a hand on your lower back. He relished in how beautiful you looked in that dress, feeling like it was tailored to you with how perfectly it hugged your body and how pretty your skin looked in the color.

You walked out into the living room again, sparing one glance at Toji who was already sitting on the couch, before sitting on the floor. You picked up the TV remote and made haste of choosing the show you were supposed to start together, to end the heavy and uncomfortable silence in the room.

Toji looked at your frame from behind, and felt entirely baffled by the loudness of your choice to hide in these baggy clothes. This was not the same girl who paused in the middle of the busy sidewalk to quickly kiss his cheek and turned to keep walking right after. This was not the same girl who tugged on his shirt and pointed at the single, poof of a cloud in the sky and giggled. This was not the same girl who got flustered after he wiped ice cream off the corner of her lip and licked the remnants off his thumb.

The show began, introduced by a viewer discretion that was cut off by you pausing it. You turned your entire body to look at Toji who just raised his brows in confusion.

"Can you talk to me?" You say, crossing your legs and resting your hands in your lap.

"We can't talk during a show," he says, nonchalantly.

"The show isn't playing. We can talk."

He stares at you in silence before sighing. He doesn't want to argue with you. Not only is it draining for both of you, but he hates the tension that lingers when everything is supposedly resolved. Like you're both still thinking of the way you looked at each other and the things that were said.

"Just leave it. It's fine," he says, redirecting his attention back to the TV. It's eating him up inside, but he would rather bear that than say something he doesn't mean to you.

"It's obviously not fine, Toji. You're not talking to me like you usually do. You're not even looking at me, right now."

His intense gaze goes back to you. He can see the worry in your eyes, and some part deep inside of him wants this to stop. For the events that transpired to have never happened. For a stupid do-over that would give the movie theater date a chance instead of walking through town.

"Tell me what I did wrong, because I don't know and I don't understand."

"You're not dumb. You're not oblivious, either. Which is why i'm also having trouble understanding something."

Your heart pangs at the sound of his voice. He sounds hurt and upset and he looks just like it as well. You furrow your brows, but stay silent to give him a chance to talk.

"I stepped away for a minute. You know, when Shiu called?" He takes note of the way you nod in response. You've always been so attentive to the things he says. "That call lasted less than two minutes. I thought, my girl will be fine. If someone starts chatting her up, she'll politely decline and send them on their way." He smiles at you. There's no warmth in the expression. No light, no kindness, nothing but bitter, unspoken disappointment. "The guy even moved the chair from where it was across the table, to sit right next to you. I turn around and..." he chuckles, a sound that would normally bring you so much joy, but right now makes your heart sink to the depths of your stomach. "He's touching you. He has his hand on your back and the other one on your wrist and he's leaning in like he's trying to inhale you."

You stand up and move onto the couch, keeping the distance but still leveling yourself with him. "I didn't want that. I didn't want him to touch me, I-I didn't want him to sit next to me or be near me..." You try to explain the situation as clearly as you can and fail miserably as your words jumble up. All of your thoughts want to come out and your defenses sound feeble because of it, like you're making these things up.

"Then why didn't you tell him to fuck off?" The words come out with all his stormy feelings behind them. "Why didn't you come to me? You could've walked up to me at any point," he argues, eyes wide in disbelief of your excuses.

"I didn't know how to tell him to stop. I didn't wanna make a scene and push him in front of all those people."

"Mhm, that's..." he shuts his eyes, and rubs the bridge of his nose. He can feel an oncoming headache. "...that's perfect. You handled that so well."

"I-I..." you sigh. "I told him I have a boyfriend and I even pointed at you. He just wouldn't stop." You feel the lump in your throat return, and you're trying so hard not to tear up. Your fists have been balled up since the beginning, you're sure your knuckles are white by now.

"It's fine. We talked, we're good," he says, ending the conversation. He watches as you press your lips together before moving back to the floor, and picking up the TV remote, again. Your arm raises, and the disclaimer ends, finally letting the show begin.

Toji isn't paying attention to the stupid show. He's watching you, silently hoping that you're okay. He's let down by those hopes when he sees your form tremble, and your shoulders lift. He hears a single gasped out sob and suddenly you're standing, walking out of the living room, and in the direction of your room.

"Fuck." He jumps up from the couch and trails after you. To his dismay, he hears the door shut and the lock turn immediately after. He hears your shattered heart from behind the door, the muffled sobbing coming from you. You sound like you're struggling to breathe with all the gasping and sniffling.

Toji attempts to twist the doorknob, even when he heard the sound of the lock turning clear as day. He knocks three times. "Mama?"

You don't respond, and instead put your hood on and drown yourself in the blankets.

He knocks again. "Mama, let me in." Your sniffling continues, but the sobbing has mellowed down. He knows you're not gonna get up and unlock the door for him, but truthfully, he's only knocking out of courtesy. The lock consisted of a small turn button that could easily be unlocked from the outside with a coin or a button or something much more convenient, his fingernail.

He turns the lock and twists the doorknob, immediately greeted by the sight of your shaking form through piled on blankets, and soft but clearer sniffing. He steps into the room and shuts the door, immediately directing himself to the edge of your bed. He gently strips the layers of blankets until it's just you, curled up into the smallest ball of tears. You think you're almost done crying.

"Come here, mama," he says, offering a gentle squeeze to your hip. You immediately sit up and keep your gaze down as you crawl over to his lap. As soon as you wrap your arms and legs around him, and you feel his arms holding you close, you realize you're not done crying. You're openly sobbing, again, into his chest. You're balling up the back of his shirt and squeezing him so tight as your chest heaves.

He pulls your hood down and presses kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay, baby, it's okay."

"Sorry," you mumble, your voice broken and quiet from the strained feeling in your throat.

"No. Don't apologize, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong." He feels shitty for saying similar things earlier in such a dismissive tone. You did so well at listening to his side and his feelings, he must've done a terrible job at understanding you if it led to you breaking down. "I mean it. It wasn't your fault." You've calmed down a little more, reduced to just little breaths through your nose as you listen to him talk. "I know I already told you this, but you looked so pretty today." He smiles at the feeling of you retightening your arms around him. "So, so pretty in that dress. No wonder that guy had his eyes on you."

You shake your head against him. "I wore that dress for you," you croak, not audible enough to be heard.

"What's that, princess?" He asks.

You clear your throat and try again. "I only wore the dress for you. I didn't care about anyone else. To me, it was just us two walking around."

He feels wanted. He can really feel how much you love him with that fragile, little heart of yours. He's determined to help you pick up the pieces of your heart and put it back together.

"I know, baby. It was like that for me until I saw all the people who were gawking at you." His blood boils at the memory of all the double takes. He shows you off all the time, but this was supposed to be a comfortable date. He knows better than to let those forgettable people get to him, but you're his girl. All he could think about was putting you in his pocket until you reached the places you wanted to see. "It was driving me crazy." He sighs, taking his turn to tighten his arms around you. "I'm jealous to the point of self destruction when it comes to you. You're a saint for even letting me hold you, right now."

You sit together in silence for a couple minutes. He wonders if you feel as loved by him as he does by you. He can always verbalize it to make sure, but he wants to be your solace through deeper means than just words. Your tears should never be hidden from him, regardless of whether you're arguing or you're emotional for other reasons. His arms should be the first place you fall into when your heart is aching.

"Tell me you love me, doll," he murmurs, into your hair.

You immediately comply to his simple request. It's easy to say when you mean it. "I love you, Toji."

"Mhm, I love you. Now look at me when you say it."

He can hear you giggling as you slightly pull your arms back to create some distance from him. He finally gets to look at you after what seems like hours. You have the cutest red nose and cheeks and your eyes are still a little red and slightly puffy. He thinks you look so beautiful, even after a hard cry.

He grins at the softness of your smile. Everything about you is just so gentle and soft towards him.

"I love you, Toji," you say, through a giggle. You're looking into his green eyes with clear adoration in your gaze.

"Yeah, that's the good stuff. I love you, mama," he returns, before smothering you with kisses all over your face to see how hard he can make you blush.

cooling it down

❝ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒? 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾? ❞

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁-𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 (𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽) 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦: 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳.

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳: 3.8𝗄

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𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲: 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄-𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄!𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳: @notevenheretbh1 @dokyeomkyeom

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖴𝖭𝖡𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤—even lying naked on the cool tiles of your bathroom floor managed to barely do anything to give you or your boyfriend any kind of relief (and yes, it's because most times you'd ended up fucking, so what?), so packing your bags and spending a few days at his countryside home to escape the big, much too hot city was a no brainer. And although the temperature difference wasn't as dramatic as you hoped, at least an occasional cool, pleasant breeze brushes over your sweaty body as you now lay on the hammock in the back garden, gazing at your surroundings with an iced drink in hand, dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose.

Since you started dating Seokmin, you have stayed in this house plenty of times, and one thing you never tire of is the stunning view from its perch atop a hill. The small downtown shops, the houses speckled around the hills, the distant highway—everything is visible from here. But best of all, in your opinion, is that there are no houses around, which means no neighbors, which means you can roam half-naked in and out of the house without any shame whenever you want. Needless to say, you immediately stripped down to a tank top and underwear as soon as you stepped into the house around an hour ago, and Seokmin was about to do the same until he remembered that you didn’t stop to buy groceries on your way here. Never have you seen a more disappointed look on his face as he put back on his sleeveless shirt and shoes.

You did offer to go with him, but he insisted on going alone so you could stay here and relax, not wanting you to risk getting sick from standing under the sun for too long (you are about to get on your knees for him at his words), but at this point, you wish you insisted harder. 

It feels like you're about to melt in the sweltering heat, and you’re so bored and hot, and this book you’re reading sucks, and gosh do you miss Seokmin. If he were here, you're sure your cheeks would’ve been hurting by now from all the smiles and laughter he would have caused (or most probably, your lips would’ve been busy moaning his name now that the heat is slightly more bearable compared to that back in your tiny apartment).

Just thinking about that possibility makes you pout, imagining what you could be doing right now instead of lounging here all alone. You've spent weeks gawking at your boyfriend as he wandered around your apartment shirtless, his toned body glistening with sweat, your thighs needily brushing together at the sight, but your body feeling too exhausted because of the heat to act on your desires. You thought that as soon as you arrived here, you’d finally get to have him, but instead, you have to wait, again.

A warm breeze suddenly stirs the bushes and leaves around you, and you frown, shifting uncomfortably as the heat washes over your body. Frustrated, you huff and place your boring book on the table near the hammock, the movement making you finally aware of the amount of sweat sliding down your back. You try to ignore it, but it only makes you shiver. So, desperate for relief, you sit up as best you can, yank off your thin tank top, and toss it to the ground.

“Yeah, much better—” you mutter as soon as you’re left in just a pair of panties and your favorite white bralette under the branches of the big willow tree extending above you.

With a satisfied smile, you stretch before taking a long sip of your now almost warm drink, basking in the slightly fresher breeze brushing over your body. Looking around, your eyes fall to the door leading to the living room, and you wonder just how much longer Seokmin will be out. You miss him and—

“Honey? I'm back!” 

Just as you were about to reach for your phone and call him, you hear a cheery voice coming from inside the house, the windowed door soon sliding open, revealing your smiling boyfriend. He’s quick to cross the garden until he’s in front of you, leaning down to peck you on the lips before pulling back.

You frown and take off your glasses, about to grab him by the arm and pull him down to give you a proper kiss, but then he dangles a pink plastic bag full of several carton boxes in front of your face, and your eyes light up.

“You found them?” you ask, and your boyfriend chuckles when you hurry to get on your feet.

“Of course I did—what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?” he chuckles as you empty the bag's contents onto the hammock. You squeal in delight at the sight of all your favorite flavors of ice-cream, and he beams with joy when you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing his sunglasses up his face before pulling him down for a deep, unexpectedly sloppy kiss. Your nails gently scratch the nape of his damp neck, causing him to hungrily nip at your lips as he breathlessly declares, "If this is the thanks I get, I'll buy you these every day, sweetheart."

With a smile, you squeeze him closer, disregarding the sweat beginning to form where your bodies meet as you gaze into his warm eyes. “I suppose you'll have to, won't you?” you tease.

Loudly pecking his lips again before breaking your sweat-inducing hug and picking the plastic bag off the floor, “Come on now, let’s put these all in the freezer before they melt.”

“Oh, right,” he says, hiding a frown as he helps you put all the boxes back into the bag until you pick up that box, and his eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile.

“Dick-shaped popsicles?” you tease, watching his ears turn pink as you inspect the box with amusement.

“Oh, yeah, it’s—” he stutters, “These were the last ones.”

You tilt your head, a grin spreading across your face. “Really? These were the last popsicles left in the whole store?” Without waiting for his answer, you take one out of the box and unwrap it. Your eyes widen when you see it's much bigger than you expected, and Seokmin shivers, wetting his lips that still taste of you as you trace the icy length and details with your finger, “Damn, this even has veins.”

It’s clear that you’re starting to toy with him based on your teasing grin, and his heart rate quickens as you finally stick out your tongue and leisurely lick the popsicle. He blinks slowly, his eyes fixed on your lips and tongue as you repeat the action, his cheeks and neck becoming warmer with each slurp until you pop the popsicle inside of your mouth, but not before saying, "Mmm, peach flavored too. Good boy."

Seokmin gulps as he watches you pick up the bag left on the hammock and walk back inside, ass jiggling with every step you take. He follows after you with a primp to his step.

Seokmin feels like he's on the verge of exploding.

It’s late in the afternoon, and the scorching temperature outside has him wishing he could spend a few hours chilling in the freezer to get rid of the persistent sweat and stickiness that has clung to his skin since this morning’s long trip and errands. But now, with you acting like that—pretending not to notice his gaze while basically deep-throating the life out of that damned cock-shaped popsicle in your hands—the heat in his body keeps going up, and it’s making him dizzy with want.

This is your second lolly of the day, and he knows that you’re dragging out this one's lifespan for as long as you can, and oh—you’re doing it again.

Popping the popsicle in your mouth and shifting your position in the hammock, you move around to get into a more comfortable position to pretend-read the book resting on your legs, all that movement making your tits relentlessly jiggle in your bralette. 

He hates how easily that pulls a groan out of him.

Clearing his throat and in desperate need of a distraction before he pounces on you, he leans forward to grab his phone from the table right next to you, but then your eyes meet again, and he notices an evil, evil twinkle in yours before you go for another sloppy lick from the base to the top of the dripping popsicle, making sure to seize all droplets, your tongue swirling around the icy top before engulfing it in your warm mouth and sucking—hard. You even moan as you gulp down the peachy flavor, eyes trained on him, and all he can think is that you're the devil incarnate for this.

Fuck, and now you’re even tracing the veins of said popsicle with the tip of your tongue, making him think back to all the times you’ve done it to him, and how much he wants his own cock to replace it with right then and there. He knows you’d be down for it with no hesitation by the signals you’re sending him, but this heatwave is killing him, and the usually inviting thought of your warmth wrapped around him makes him wince today.

And shit, would it really be so terrible if he pulled you into the cold shower with him for, like, 10 minutes, even though you had raved about spending the entire day outdoors the whole trip here? Probably. And by the looks of it, it seems like you’re willing to do anything but hop off the hammock.

Your boyfriend falls back on his seat, a defeated look on his face, and you loudly release the lolly from your mouth to giggle at him, causing his tongue to poke the inside of his cheek in annoyance—Seokmin knew he would come to regret his purchase. He’s already pent up and buzzing with the need to have you at all times of the day on a normal day, but this is just making it worse.

“You're such a fucking tease, you know that, right?” Seokmin rasps, and you glance at him with a wide grin on your lips.

“Oh, I know.” you declare as you finally put your book down and turn to lay on your side to face him, sucking on the tip of the popsicle until it turns white as you think about your next words. Your tone is sultry when you speak again, “Why don’t you teach me a lesson then, honey? My mouth is so cold and so needy for real cock; why not make use of it to cool you down?”

His jaw drops at your words, but his dick jumps at them. Cheeks burning, lower stomach flipping upside down, and eyes wide, a shiver goes through him when you move to rest your weight on your elbow in an effort to keep the lolly as still as possible just below your chin before you lower your head and take it in your mouth again, but this time, replicating how you do it to him to the T.

Sounds included.

The veins on the dick-shaped popsicle have long melted, but you acted as if they still were there, tracing invisible ridges with your tongue while locking him in with your gaze, lewdly tracing his jaw and lips and body as you let out the filthiest, most obscene sounds choking on something that aren’t his fingers nor his cock.

You then start vigorously bobbing your head up and down it, one of your perked nipples slipping out of your bralette because of the steady movement. Seokmin clenches his fists on the armrests of his chair at that, jaw tensing up when he feels a dribble of precum sliding down his length with every second that goes by, curved tip staining the front of his shorts as it rubs against the fabric. A wave of annoyance goes through him when you let out an exaggerated moan—he’s had enough of your games.

“God, fuck it–” he hisses as he finally springs up from his seat and takes one long stride until he stands in front of you. You look up at him, a victorious twinkle in your eye as you slide that peach-flavored lolly out of your mouth. Seokmin spots the tiniest string of saliva connecting your mouth to it and he groans, cupping your cheek with his big hand, thumb swiping your cold bottom lip. “You’re insane–”

Instead of answering, you open your lips, tip of your chilly tongue flicking his fingertip before enveloping it in your mouth, so pleasantly fresh he shivers. You make a show out of lapping at his digit, moaning and panting around it, making him go insane with the need to fuck your throat raw. 

A loud gasp leaves you when he suddenly pulls his thumb out of your mouth to grab a hold of your jaw, tilting it upwards to look him straight in the face. Your lower stomach tightens at the sight of him towering over you, thighs rubbing to give you some kind of relief as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, nudging his head to the side in a silent command to suck on the sweet popsicle again. “Want your mouth all nice and cold for me, yeah?”

With no need to repeat twice, you comply, and it’s then that he lets go of your face to slide his shorts just down enough to set his aching cock free, his flushed tip slapping against his lower stomach, on his dark, happy trail. It’s so close you can see it twitch, so close you can almost taste it. 

Soft speckles of sunlight peek through the leaves and dance on him, the beams making the precum sliding down his length look shiny and so appetizing. Dizziness clouds your vision when you see your boyfriend let a dribble of spit fall down from his mouth to his stiff cock before he wraps his hand around it, squeezing and languidly stroking it as you make quick work of the icy treat. You need his dick in your mouth asap.

You whimper when he abruptly grabs a fistful of your hair to tilt your head up. “Enough.” he hisses, slapping his cock on your cheek as you free your mouth of the lolly, panties stuck to your cunt, transparent and sticky by the time your cold tongue makes contact with his drooling head.

“Oh, f-fuck,” Seokmin’s hips jerk forward at the stark difference in the burning temperature of the afternoon air surrounding your bodies and your chilly lips and tongue kissing and lapping at his length. Humming as you swipe your wet muscle all around his bulbous head, you shuffle closer to him, wrapping your hand around the freezing, melting popsicle before you go to wrap your boyfriend's cock with the same, now cold, hand. “Ah, yeah–”

His mouth hangs open as you start jerking him off while you go for another lick at the sweet ice, cooling your mouth off before latching onto his length, moaning around it when he harshly tugs at your hair. Eyes trailing up his towering figure, you whimper at the sight of his glistening skin under the sun, the droplets of sweat rolling down his face and stomach and beefy arms making him look like a fucking sex god. 

“So wet,” A strained pant leaves him when you start suckling on his tip, his hips jerking forward as you take more of him in your mouth, his lengthy dick sticky and throbbing in your hand. A few shallow snaps of his hips make you whine around him, the knot in your lower stomach tightening at the feeling of his girth stretching your entrance out, at his perfect veins and ridges brushing against the walls of your mouth, at the faint taste of peach mixing with his salty arousal. 

Gosh did you miss this, did you missed him. 

With wide, teary eyes looking up at Seokmin, you relax your jaw when his other hand goes to take a handful of your hair on the other side of your head, his strong hold effortlessly keeping it still. Wetting his lips, his clouded gaze moves on you, and you see his jaw visibly tighten at the sight of your mouth full of him, at the feeling of your tongue slowly lapping at his sticky length. 

He frowns at the feeling of warmth that goes through him, and it’s then he realises your tongue has warmed up. Pulling you off his dick, he groans when he sees a dazed look in your eye as you vigorously jerk him off with your hand, your tits jumping with every stroke. “Cool off that mouth for me again, will ya?”

The sight of you immediately starting to suck and lap at what remained of the melting popsicle while eye-level with his cock was really an experience, and he barely could wait for you to lick off the remnants on the wooden stick before tugging at your hair to direct your mouth to his aching cock, now redder, angrier.

The overwhelming contrast of warmth and chill makes his length jump as his curved, flushed tip roughly hits the back of your throat, where some of that peachy, icy flavor was still sliding down. The feeling makes him shiver in pleasure, his chest and cheeks reddening further as his hips build a steady tempo of harsh, deep snaps. 

Grip on your hair tightening, your boyfriend moans your name when you further relax your throat for him, letting him slide even deeper, where you were so tight he could barely move. Fat tears roll down your full cheeks when, at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, you gag around him, causing him to throw his head back, “S’ perfect–”

Sliding closer to him, you let him do as he pleases with you, letting him bob your head back and forth on his monstrous, sloppy length covered with his precum and your spit, making the slide of your mouth easier, the sounds dirtier as the seconds pass—there's so much you can feel it sliding down your chin and throat, joining your tears, and it makes you whimper.

“Taking me s-so well. My good fucking girl-” Seokmin hisses, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. Your vision becomes blurry with tears once more as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat, tastebuds drinking in the salty taste of him and the sweet taste of peach, which not so surprisingly pair up amazingly—thank fuck there were six more lollies left in that box.

A breeze stirs the bushes around you all of a sudden, the wisp of air washing over your body making you realise just how wet you are. Gliding a hand down your chest and stomach, you feel your underwear with your fingers, and God—you’re dripping.

Your body heat goes up in flames when you brush over your covered clit, stomach flipping when you put pressure on it with your index as you let your boyfriend use your mouth for his pleasure, his precious, loud moans sounding like the most beautiful of songs to your ears. With your tongue expertly working his cock as his groin meets the tip of your nose, Seokmin looks down at you, and your fingers teasing your poor, neglected nub. He smirks.

“You love this, don’t you?”

Eagerly humming around him, you try to nod as much as his tight hold lets you, and he thinks he might cum just at the way you bat your teary eyes up at him, the tiniest of sounds leaving you at his now half-shallow thrusts.

He’s close, he’s so fucking close, his toes curl in the soft grass below, his eyes threaten to squeeze closed, but he forces them to stay open—he can’t not see you gulp down all he’s about to give you. Seokmin’s hips stutter, the knot in his lower stomach about to snap as he rasps out, “Gonna swallow it all like a good fucking girl. Right, honey?”

Your eyes light up at his words, you even manage to let out a muffled “y-yes” before your free hand goes to his base, quickly jerking it off as your eyes lock with his, almost as if begging him to give it to you quicker.

Seconds later, he comes with a harsh snap of his hips and a hiss of your name, his warm, white ribbons of cum filling up your mouth, all of which you zealously gulp down. You help him ride his high by slurping his cock, tongue flat on his spouting tip as his thrusts become weaker, slower, until they stop altogether.

Both your bodies are sticky with sweat, burning with passion and need to be close, so you whimper when he slowly slides his length out of your mouth. With pride, you see it’s perfectly clean, so you open your mouth, tongue out, to show off to your boyfriend. A warm smile springs on his face at that, his cheeks becoming even redder as he tilts your head up and down and left and right, only pretending to check your mouth since he knows how much of a good girl you are for him, before he takes a hold of your jaw with one hand and gives you a long, much awaited kiss.

It leaves you breathless, and for a while, the only sounds that could be heard were those of the rustling leaves, and of you sucking off each other’s faces. When you finally pull away, the sun is setting, your hands cling to his sweaty biceps, one of them trapping you in your place. Chewing on your bottom lip, you watch the beams of light cut through the trees and play on his sweaty face and shoulders as he leans over you. You can’t resist, but slide your hands up to squeeze them.

For a few beats, you stare at each other in silence, waiting for your heavy breaths to slow down. Then, your hand moves to brush his dark, damp hair out of his eyes, and with a raspy voice, you ask, “Going to take a shower now. You coming?”

With a peck at your puffy lips, Seokmin fake-pouts at you as he helps you up from the hammock, “You stole my line, honey.”

An eyeroll and chuckle from you later, he's running after you before you can lock him out of the bathroom.

© 𝖶𝖮𝖭𝖴𝖵𝖲 𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖫

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