#1204dc

[twelveohfour]

prev anon i mean smut list 2's #1 or #8 yeah

smut list 2, prompt 8: ice cube cool down (went with #8 bc it was really calling to me for some reason)

warnings: 18+, MDNI!! Established relationship au. Very much pwp. Explicit sexual content: temperature play (ice play), fingering, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie.

word count: 2.8k

credits: Dividers from strangergraphics.

do not repost!! this is my original work.

The idea of summer was nice, sure, but you’d be the first to admit that the real thing sucked.

You could name about a hundred things you preferred over thick, muggy air that enveloped you without warning, a sun that beat down so hard that it was difficult to be outside before the early evening, and taking so many cold showers in a day that your hair was rapidly turning to straw. The worst part about the oppressive heat of summer? You couldn’t even cuddle with your boyfriend, had to roll away from Seokjin’s broad frame earlier that morning. You loved him, but he was like a radiator, and there was nothing less appealing than the prospect of having to peel your sweaty skin off his.

Today’s weather is perhaps the kind you hate the most, heat and humidity combining to create something truly awful. Making matters worse, your apartment’s air conditioner has been on the fritz, barely keeping the indoors cooler than outdoors, so there’s really no reprieve from the heat. You’re sprawled on the living room couch with a bag of frozen peas pressed to your heated chest, your curtains drawn tight to prevent even a shred of light from coming in and making the space any hotter. Seokjin is plopped on the cool wood of the floor, scrolling idly through Netflix.

The black shirt he wears, the same one that you’d laughed at him for accidentally shrinking in the dryer, is more fitted than the loose silhouettes he prefers, and the thin layer of sweat that’s beading over his skin means that the shirt is nearly painted on now. If you look closely enough, you can almost see the outline of his pecs from where they press against the shirt’s thin material, a clear indicator his time in the gym was paying off. If nothing else, at least summer afforded you the chance to see your boyfriend without the several layers of clothing he favoured during the rest of the year.

Seokjin had the brilliant idea to get bags of ice earlier that he’s now dumped into a big bowl, and he fishes in it to plop a chunk into his mouth. He shakes the bowl slightly in offering. “Want some? It’s the nugget kind. Good stuff.”

You decline with a wave of your hand, content to relax with your rapidly-thawing frozen peas as your eyes lazily follow the sitcom he’s settled on.

He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

The screen quickly becomes less interesting than the scene in front of you: your boyfriend finding relief from the heat by dragging the little ice pellets across his neck and pressing them against his collarbones, uncaring of how the ice was melting, the rivulets staining his thin shirt. Once he’s had enough of that, he glides the rounded pieces across his thick lips, and your throat goes dry as he does. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think he was trying to get a rise out of you. You can do nothing but watch the subtle motion of Seokjin’s full lips taking in the ice and getting redder with the shock of cold.

The image of his lips stretched around the rounded pieces is oddly reminiscent of how it looks when he has your nipple sucked in between his plush lips, or when he takes your clit in between his teeth, as he often liked to do. Your body begins to heat up, and this time you can’t blame the weather.

Seokjin catches you staring, because you’re really not being subtle with the way you’re ogling him, but he assumes it’s envy you’re feeling. Really, it’s another one of the seven deadly sins that’s grasping you: lust. Your brain is telling you it’s far too hot to get close to anyone else right now, but your heart doesn’t care about logic, not when the sight in front of you is so erotic.

“You good, ______?”

It takes you a little too long to register that he’s asked you a question that requires an answer, because you’re too busy watching the path of the bead of water that slips past his bottom lip and glides down the length of his thick neck, tumbling to the neckline of his black shirt.

“Hmm?” You reply, a little dazed. “Sorry, I zoned out. It’s the heat.”

“The heat, huh,” Seokjin repeats dryly, seeing right through your dumb excuse. “Nothing else?” This time, he fixes his eyes on yours as he takes a frozen pebble between his lips, keeping it there for a brief moment before he takes it into his mouth and there’s no trace of it aside from an errant drop of water that cascades down his chin. You try to snap your eyes away, feign nonchalance, but the thrum between your legs is quickly becoming inescapable.

“Come here,” he murmurs, placing a piece gingerly between his lips. You peel off of the couch, bag of frozen peas long forgotten as you sit beside him on the cool floor. He leans in to mould his lips against yours and passes the rapidly-shrinking piece of ice to yours expertly, the sudden drop in temperature making you shudder.

Jin pulls away, and this time, he traces his thick lips with the ice and presses against your mouth again. The temperature difference between your mouths is noticeable, even though it only takes a few seconds before your body heat wins out and the coolness dissipates.

“Not a bad way to cool off,” you mumble. “Beats the frozen peas for sure.”

Seokjin chuckles. “I have a better idea, if you wanna try.”

You nod quickly, eager, and jump back a little as his fingers, cool from the bowl of ice he’d been rummaging in, brush against the hot flesh of your stomach to pull up the hem of your top. You take the hint, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind you. He places a few pieces of ice in his mouth and lets them melt before he closes his now-cool lips around each one of your nipples, pebbling them with sharp sucks and light nips of his teeth that you can’t decide whether you want to pull away from or keen further into.

The cold of his lips and teeth are a shocking contrast to your hot skin as he tugs and sucks at the heated flesh, but the initial shock quickly blurs into pleasure that makes you mewl, has your clit thrumming excitedly with anticipation.

When he pulls away, yet another drop of water ruining his shirt, you decide it has to go. “Take this off,” you nearly demand, yanking at its hemline. You watch, bemused, as the shirt’s seams threaten to tear with how fast Seokjin peels it off of his broad shoulders.

Though the tight shirt was doing him a lot of favours, you weren’t sad to see it go, not when it was in the way of the real view. The creamy skin of his defined chest is revealed to you, and it’s your turn to drag the ice across his firm pecs, down his toned abdomen, watching as he shivers from the sudden chill.

“Looks like you needed to cool down, too,” you tease, picking up another piece of ice as the first one melts, leaving a wet trail in its wake. This one, you circle around the pigmented flesh of his nipples, and his intake of breath is audible when you press the shrinking ice lightly against the hot skin. His loose shorts have begun to noticeably tent, showing you just how much he’s enjoying your activities.

Before you can keep going on him, Seokjin pulls your shorts off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear; they were just another layer that’d trap heat against your body, and it’s not like you cared much for modesty at home. He raises a dark eyebrow at you, but the way his eyes quickly snap back to your slick folds tells you he’s not complaining.

The seemingly never-ending supply of ice in the bowl comes in handy when he plucks a piece up, rolling it between his index finger and thumb and spreading your thighs apart with his other hand. When he presses his cold palm to the heat of your core, your first instinct is to recoil, and the slide of a chilly finger into your now-weeping cunt makes you gasp aloud, hand instinctively moving to clutch his wrist. “Fuck, that’s cold.”

Seokjin withdraws immediately. “You want to stop?”

It’s not long before the initial shock fades into pleasure, and you shake your head. It’s the push he needs to add another finger, fucking both lazily into you. His rhythm is slower than you’d ordinarily like, but in combination with the chill of his palm as it brushes against your heated core, the feeling is heady. Before long, you’re letting out soft whines.

The cool fingers of his free hand part your folds a little, just enough to expose the small nub of your clit, and press a rounded piece that you hadn’t even notice he’d picked up right over the sensitive region. Your thighs snap shut around Seokjin’s wrist, a reflexive response to the cold, but a wiggle from the fingers still buried inside of you has your legs falling back open.

The feeling isn’t quite the numbness that comes with the cold, but instead a burn that’s almost unbearable against the nerve endings of your clit. You don’t know whether to focus on the burn or on the now-punishing pace of your boyfriend’s fingers stretching you open. “Holy shit,” you choke. “S-stings.” You press your body back into the uncomfortable wood of the floor to get as far away from the ice as possible, but you’re no match against the unyielding strength of your boyfriend’s arm, so you can do nothing other than wait for the melt of the ice.

“Aw, but I thought you were feeling hot, though,” Seokjin coos, tone condescending. “Thought you wanted to cool down. No?” With that, he withdraws his fingers from you, and your walls flutter disappointedly at their loss. He’s quick to replace his fingers with another piece of ice, which he drags down your slit, relishing in how you squirm. But rather than dragging it against your throbbing clit as you’d expected, he slowly pushes the small piece into your entrance as he rubs lazily at your clit with a cool finger.

The ice’s size is, of course, no replacement for the fingers that had been stretching you, but your spine goes ramrod straight for a different reason. A cry falls out of your lips at the sudden burn of the ice against the heat of your walls.

“God, Jin,” you sob, frame slumping forward in overwhelm. “’s cold.”

Seokjin grins, devilish. “Kind of the point, babe.”

It feels like it’s taking too fucking long for the ice to disappear, and all you can do is writhe as you wait for the sting to ebb away. After what feels like an eon, the ice melts, and you’re glad to be met with the familiar grooves of your boyfriend’s fingers, now back to a somewhat normal temperature, as they curl against your aching walls. But that’s the only relief you get, because the pace of his fingers is borderline brutal now, making wet, sloppy sounds facilitated by the remnants of the ice and your own slick.

Your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. Despite all of Seokjin’s hard work cooling you down, the telltale heat of an impending orgasm runs down your body, pooling deep in your gut. With a few last harsh pumps inside of you, your walls tighten around your boyfriend’s now-drenched fingers, heart thudding in your chest as you let out a string of curses interspersed with his name.

“Feel good?” he asks, like he already knows the answer to the question.

You nod quickly. “Feel great. But how’s it fair if only I get to cool off?” you murmur, voice dripping with pretend concern.

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, like he’s not quite sure what you’re about to do, but when you scoop up a few pieces of ice and plop them into your mouth, he figures it out pretty quickly. As you swirl the pieces around in your mouth, your cold fingers slip past his waistband, a smile tugging at your lips when you realize he’s also foregone underwear. His length is hot and throbbing in your hand, and when your hand squeezes around him, it’s his turn to be shocked by the ice’s chill. “Fuck. Warn me next time,” he hisses.

The ice in your mouth has more or less melted, and before your mouth and tongue can get too warm, you lean down to guide the leaking tip of his cock past your lips. You’re met with a near-instant buck of his hips that pushes more of his length into the chill of your mouth, making you cough in surprise. The groans you coax out of Jin in response are worth the stretch of your throat as it quickly becomes raw.

“Cold enough yet?” you tease, slipping a few more pieces of ice in your mouth as you take a second to breathe. When you take him down your throat again, you’re met with a salty taste that tells you just how much he’s enjoying this, and that wills you to go as far down as you can on him. You watch intently as he squeezes his eyes shut, working his teeth into his lower lip; his expressive reactions have your pussy clenching around nothing.

Seokjin doesn’t let you keep going for much longer before slipping out of your mouth, his flushed tip falling against your chin. “Flip over,” he grunts, pulling a pillow off of the couch so your knees don’t bruise on the hard wood. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before you oblige.

You’re both so worked up, and it's just so hot, that he doesn't bother with any of his usual teasing, just gathering enough moisture at the head of his fat cock to ease the slide in. With a snap of his hips, he’s all the way inside of you, and it feels like your breath is knocked out of you. “Shit, baby,” you whimper at the stretch. “So good.”

He only gives you a few beats to adjust to the intrusion before he begins driving his hips forward in earnest, thrusts accompanied by sharp breaths. Clearly, he’s too affected by your earlier foreplay to hold back any longer. Jin’s pace is so fast your eyes are going unfocused, but you’re grateful because the blistering speed means his hot skin is pressed against yours for the shortest time possible, allowing him to fill you up without either of you getting overwhelmed by the heat. It’s a win-win situation, really.

Of course, you’d prefer to have a full view of your boyfriend’s face and watch all of his little reactions as he fucks you, but at least his cock stretches you out nicely in this position. When your arms get weak, sending your chest to the cool floor and your hips upward, it lets the head of his dick kiss a spot inside of you that has your toes curling and Jin groaning. “F—fuck,” you pant out.

Seokjin drags a few pieces of ice down your spine, making you whine in surprise. Your skin is burning so hot, you’re almost shocked there isn’t an audible sizzle when the ice meets your back. “Liked that?” he grunts in response to the way your cunt squeezes around him, slowing his pace to a languid roll. His thrusts are getting more and more irregular, and it’s clear he’s falling apart himself.

You bring a hand down to toy with your clit, needing just a bit of additional stimulation to push you to your end. Your body goes almost feverish as your orgasm washes over you, making any sort of cool relief the ice might have granted disappear. You cry out something that maybe sounds like Seokjin's name as the muscles of your pussy begin to spasm hard around the intrusion, and a few sloppy thrusts later he spills into you, grunting low as he does.

Your knees, evidently tired of bearing your weight, begin to shake on the pillow your boyfriend had so thoughtfully given you. You roll over onto your back, catching your breath as you take in Jin’s appearance: skin flushed, hair dampened by sweat, but handsome as ever. When you catch his eye, he smiles tiredly, chest still heaving.

“Fuck, I’m hot again,” he pants. “Need a cold shower.”

“So much for cooling down,” you mutter, trusting your shaky legs to get you to the bathroom.

Perhaps you could be convinced to tolerate summer. With the appropriate accommodations, of course.

it’s been unbearably hot this week, so it felt appropriate to post this today lol i hope everyone is staying as cool as possible! thank you for the request, anon 💛

part of my drabble challenge! requests are still open!

[twelveohfour]

twelveohfour's drabble challenge! ˖.𖤓 ݁٠☀︎˖˚⋆

i'm trying to improve my writing and try out new ideas/themes. i've seen other writers do these and i figured there's no better way to practice writing than with a drabble challenge!!

divider from anitalenia!

how it works

send me an ask with a prompt from one of the lists below and i'll write a drabble/short fic (<2-3k words) for it:

smut: 1, 2, 3

fluff: 1, 2, 3

angst: 1, 2, 3

if you want a specific dynamic or au with your prompt, feel free to specify; ex.: enemies to lovers, soulmates, medical, royalty, etc. you can even combine an idea from the fluff or angst lists with something from the smut list, it's totally up to you!

once a prompt has been requested, i'll take it off the list.

if you request something from the fluff or angst lists, you can specify whether you want there to be smut in it or not. if not specifically included in the request, there won't be smut in requests for prompts from the fluff/angst lists alone.

my regular rules for requesting still apply: i'm not a very fast writer so idk how long the drabble may take to come out, there are certain things i won't write about, and i will only be writing for seokjin

so, an example request might look like: "#10 from angst list 2" (won't have smut since it wasn't asked for), "last hurrah from smut list 3 with royalty au", "#4 from fluff list 3 with #2 from smut list 1", etc.

all requests are intended to be standalone, but if a finished drabble inspires me i'm open to continuing it as its own fic

all works will be tagged as '1204dc' if you want to follow along with the challenge!

requests will remain open probably until early august, or for as long as people are still interested and requesting! send as many or as few as you want. i'm looking forward to seeing (and writing) what you come up with 👩‍🍳

[twelveohfour]

id like to request prompt #1 or #8 from list 2 , whichever u like— with seokjin wearing a slutty black tee in yellow color grading today for elle korea magaxine on mind thank u ily

of course, i love YOU for sending this request! i'm assuming you mean smut list 2 but correct me if i'm wrong and you meant fluff or angst 😭

[twelveohfour]

hi … i want to try request some drabbles or maybe a one shot story. about #15 smut with trope enemy to lovers i guess? idk i just want to see seokjin mad or something LOL

tell me if i was wrong to request it

omg no you definitely weren't wrong to request this, i really appreciate you even sending a request and not letting the challenge flop 😭❤️ but which of the smut lists did you want #15 from? i just want to make sure i properly write what you asked for!