the misadventures of mao & hao. » minghao

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“That doesn't explain your stained panties, love.”

MAO knew she was not going to wake up normally as she usually would, not when she felt a tingling sensation coming from between her legs.

It wasn't exactly the best sensation to wake up to, if you asked Mao, but it wasn't exactly her first time. Mao tried to peel her eyes open, shutting them back when she saw the bright room, bathed in sunlight. "Good morning, darling." Seungcheol was by her side, his head resting against his hand as he offered her a blinding smile. Seungcheol was too attractive for her own good, even in the morning.

"Slept well?" He asks. Mao still could not wake up, but presses her legs together when his nails traced along her inner thigh.

"Seungcheol," Mao's voice was groggy than usual (Seungcheol had always thought of it as sexy), "You know I don't like morning spooning."

"Perhaps you want to do more than spooning?" If only it weren't for his pretty fucking face, I would've slapped the shit out of this man by now.

"Tell me, Mao, why were you sleeping in one of my tees last night?"

Mao's eyes shot open. Finally, what she had done yesterday came to her mind. It wasn't the first thing she wanted to remember in the morning. Mao tells herself that it was only a dream, but sadly, her brain clearly rembered how Minghao's eyes felt on her, and how he walked away from the room soon after.

"I- It was hot."

"That doesn't explain your stained panties, love."

Mao's heartbeat quickened. How does she tell him about this? Should she act it out and pretend nothing happened? Or should she straight up tell him the truth? Did Minghao not notify Seungcheol about this? Or did he not have to? Fuck!

Mao turns to face Seungcheol and wraps her right leg around him, much like a koala hanging onto a tree. She traces his jaw, sliding her fingertips down to outline his collarbone.

"I guess someone missed you a little bit last night."

Seungcheol's lips turned upwards, into a satisfied smile.

"Then you can have him for the rest of the morning, baby."

She started off with lazy kisses. So lazy, you would accuse her of being a bad kisser. But that was intentional. Seungcheol got the clue, and catches her lips, drawing her closer to him as he wraps a hand around her waist. Mao leaned in closer, closing the distance between them.