Hot and Cold

dom-joonie:

A/N: I wrote this shit in a solid hour and a half so it may not be that good but it sounds pretty ok so hERE WE ARE.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Words: 2,124

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You’re not sure if Hoseok is secretly a cold blooded lizard—but
the temperature of his apartment is outrageous—especially at this stage of
autumn.

When you step in the door, replacing your spare key to his
living space inside your bag, you immediately shiver. The wooden floor is cold
against your bare feet—the chilliness of the room permeating your t-shirt and
causing goosebumps to prick your skin.

A quick peek at the thermostat informs you that the
apartment is a dreadful 60 degrees. Almost 40 degrees cooler than the healthy
human internal body temperature. How the fuck has he not caught a cold yet?

Setting your bag down on the floor—your hurry into Hoseok’s
bedroom, already a shuddering mess of a human as you raid his closet for anything
to keep you warm.

A few minutes later you emerge wearing one of his thick, oversized
sweaters. The fabric is soft and comfortable, but even so it rejects your body
heat and soaks in the coldness of the apartment. It only takes another few
minutes for you to finally decide to mess with the thermostat—but to your utter
disappointment, when you flick the switch for the heat from ‘off’ to ‘on’…nothing
happens.

The heat is broken.

“Why did I agree to meet him here after his class~,” you
whine, returning to his room and flopping onto his unmade bed. Grabbing your
phone—despite the fact that he’s likely in the middle of listening to a lecture—you
send him a complaint.

I want you to know
that your apartment is fucking COLD. My nips have never been this hard in my
fucking life. They could probably cut diamonds right now. I hate you. –5:32PM

Burying yourself in the too-thin covers, you roll onto your
side and subconsciously move one of your hands to grip your chest. Your nipples
are so hard and sensitive from the cold that the minute you pinch the hidden rosy
bud a gasp leaves your mouth. Immediately you flush red—not having intended to
make such a sound—but you can’t help it. It’s too damn cold in here and your
body is just reacting in the only way it knows how.

Too bad the heightened sensitivity of your nipples only
makes you want to touch them more.

By the time your phone finally pings with a response from
your beloved boyfriend, both of your hands are on your breasts—pinching and
rolling the hidden buds. Just imagining Hoseok actually making skin on skin
contact with them—your sweater discarded—has your thighs pressing together.

Hoseok:

Diamonds????? OMG.
Ahahaha I’m sorry the heat is broken I forgot to tell you. I’ll be home in a
little bit. Will you survive?? Kek

Hands leaving your chest, your hurriedly reply.

Yes. They’re hard and sensitive
and you know—I’ve been touching myself. In your bed. And it feels so good…ANYWAY.
Enjoy the rest of your class~

Grinning slightly, knowing that you might be in a little bit
of trouble when Hoseok finally arrives, you move to touch yourself again, but a
notification on your phone pops up before you even get the chance.

Hoseok:

…you little minx. I
don’t care how cold it is there. Take your pants off and wait for me. Keep
touching your breasts until I get there, but nothing else—you hear me? I’ll be
there soon.

You stare at his message with wide eyes, biting your bottom
lip. You can imagine him sitting in class, eyes dark and cock hardening between
his thighs as he hurriedly types a response. You picture him frustrated just at
the thought of you—your thumbs looping beneath the band of your black leggings.
You slide the form-fitting fabric down your legs, kicking them off until they
plop onto the floor beside the bed.

Your panties are already wet, you can tell—and your core is
flourishing with anticipation at Hoseok’s orders and the possibilities of how
he’ll treat you when he walks through the front door. However—for now you brush
those sinful thoughts aside and return to playing with yourself though the
thick fabric of the sweatshirt. You know it will likely feel better without the
clothing in the way, but…it’s so cold—and you want Hoseok to…have the honor.

Once again flushing at the thought—tongue poking out to wet
your lips—your press your ass into the sheets as your arousal heightens. Each
pinch, roll and tug drags you farther into your unraveling mental state. Your
hips move of their own accord—grinding against nothing. Your core is throbbing
and you want nothing more than to close your eyes, press your fingers into your
clit, and bring yourself to orgasm—but…

“Hoseok,” you whine, almost too desperate for your own
tastes. Your fingers tremble, tempted to disobey his orders.

However—

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