Day 17 · Drip

“You have GOT TO learn how to control your jealous fits, Minho,” you slammed the remote on the couch, “I’ve told you a gazillion times that he’s just a colleague!”

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know his professional ethics kept him from jerking off to you. A total gentleman indeed.”

You were merely in the middle of watching a steamy scene of some courtroom drama, but when Minho insisted the douchebag character looked like the guy, quote, ‘you worked unnecessarily close with’, it got out of context super fast and derailed pretty bad. 

“And you would know that because your cunt secretary can’t stop fingering herself to Mr. Lee?”

“What does that have to do with anything?!” he turned to you all dumbfounded, “You’re like besties with Jihyo, going fucking shopping together and whatnot. Stop exaggerating!”

“So what you’re showing is a very normal reaction, but when I do it I’m exaggerating?”

Minho loudly exhaled through his nostrils with peak annoyance and removed himself from the living room. Following his stomps in the hallway, you heard the bedroom door slam shut in the distance. You turned the TV off and proceeded to have a talk with your frustrations.

It didn’t make sense to you at all. Minho wasn’t a normally jealous guy—if anything he was obnoxiously overconfident when it came to both of you. Then you introduced Chris to Minho at some company function, and by the end of the night, he was in full ‘I don’t like this guy’ mode for some obscure reason.

As if he never met a good-looking friend of yours before, but he just wouldn’t let this one go. 

It wasn’t even like Chris was being sleazy with you. On the contrary, he was as respectful as he could be that night, and you were having such a hard time trying to comprehend why Minho kept obsessing over him to this extent. His first line of defense was always ‘You spend more time with him than me’, and it was honestly getting exhausting.

Just where the fuck was this insecurity coming from?

You managed to calm yourself down after about fifteen minutes or so, and you legitimately felt bad for lashing out at him instead of having a civilized talk, not to mention dragging Jihyo’s name into this in such a disgraceful fashion. You took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen, thinking to yourself making some of those instant puddings for him would make the perfect gesture of apology to segue into a conversation. The sound of the mixer was for sure going to lure him out of the hole he was hiding in anyway. 

You grabbed a large bowl from the cupboard, emptied a pack of pudding mix and milk into it, and turned the mixer on. Leaving the magic to create itself, you started looking for the chocolate syringe to decorate the cups with the quirky faces Minho loved doodling on any surface every time he got his hands on a pen.

You were almost done emptying the chilled dessert into cups when he finally walked into the kitchen, and seeing what you were up to, he melted on the spot. You were only alerted of his presence when he hugged your waist from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m an idiot,” he mumbled quietly.

“Yes, you are,” you responded with a pseudo-annoyed voice, still scraping the remnants of the pudding from the bottom of the bowl. 

“I’m a dumbass.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I love you,” he buried his head in the crook of your neck, genuinely convinced he could hide himself there.

And that would be the Lee Minho way of saying ‘I’m sorry’.

You couldn’t help it. You bit inside your cheek with all your might to stop yourself from smiling, but you just couldn’t fucking help it!

“I’m sorry, too, Min,” you reciprocated his sentiment, glad he was at least willing to own up to it.

“I just… I heard them that night,” he spoke from his ostrich location.

“Who?”

“The girls in your office,” he continued, “They were talking about what an ass I am and how you would be much better off with that Chris guy”.

HUH?

“Baby, that’s—” you turned around to face him and pulled him in for a hug, “God, you really are an idiot.”

Endeared? Yes, a million times, but in hindsight it was also fucking hilarious. All this time you thought maybe you were doing something wrong and you just weren’t aware of it, but turns out if Minho at least talked to you about the reason for his juvenile fits, the crisis would have been resolved weeks ago.

Who the fuck were these bitches to make some random commentary about your relationship anyway?!

“Nobody gets to decide who I’m better off with, okay?” you cupped his cheeks, “I happen to be very much in love with the aforementioned ass and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Promise?”

“Stop this, or I’ll bite you.”

Minho wasn’t looking at you, and his lips were in that pout shape again. You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore and pulled him in for a kiss. He melted even more in between your lips. You turned around to get on with your decorations, and he assumed his position behind you again, watching over your shoulder as you made the faces.

“Why are you this attached to your puddings anyway?” you casually asked while squeezing the chocolate.

“Because it reminds me of your cum.”

You inadvertently dropped the syringe because what in the fresh fuck indeed. You were quick to collect yourself, but it didn’t stop him from loudly cackling.

“I thought you knew,” he placed a kiss on your neck, then grabbed a strawberry from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, “Can I lick the bowl?”

“As if I’m gonna be able to stop you.”

“No,” he slowly turned you around, “Can I lick it?”

Your face was flushed all over for some reason, as red as the strawberry he was munching on with an entertained grin. He dipped the half-eaten fruit into one of the cups and instructed you while bringing it closer to your mouth.

“Close your eyes.”

You felt the smooth texture of the dessert on your parted lips first, then Minho chased it with an intense kiss, sucking on the flesh like that was his custom-made pudding cup. The sweet-and-sour taste of the strawberry spread all over your tongue when you sank your teeth into the freckled surface, squirting the juices everywhere.

“Intense, right?” he pecked your lips again.

Intense. What would make a taste even more intense?

When you regained your vision again, you eyed the chocolate syringe on the counter, and a lightbulb went off over your head.

“I always wanted to know what this feels like,” you retaliated with an even sleazier smile.

You pushed him to make him sit on the stool behind him and started kissing him more eagerly, getting rid of his shorts in the meantime. Quick to catch on, Minho spread his legs wide for you, watching you squeeze the chocolate sauce out and drip it on his semi-erect cock. As you were getting on your knees between his legs, his breathing got much heavier with anticipation, and when you licked a long stripe from his shaft up to his tip at long last, smearing the condensed drops everywhere, it was game over for him. You weren’t even properly blowing him yet, but Minho was getting harder and harder right before your eyes at record speed.

God, he liked this way too much. 

“Does it– Does it taste good?” he breathily asked.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” you placed a chaste kiss on his length that got him throbbing.

He rested his elbows on the kitchen island behind him and watched you at work with his mouth open. You were so fucking beautiful between his legs, taking immense pleasure in pleasuring him. You were his girl. You would only do this for him. He was getting bigger inside your mouth, and when you hollowed your cheeks while choking on his cock, he couldn’t take it anymore and unloaded down your throat, heavily panting while riding his high.

Once he came back to his senses, you found yourself trading places with him in the blink of an eye, sitting on the kitchen island with one swift move. Minho snatched one of the pudding cups from the kitchen counter and placed it right next to you with a devilish smile on his face. He removed your t-shirt first to expose your breasts, then fed you the plumpest strawberry he could find from the fruit bowl. It was so juicy that a couple of drops landed on your chest, prompting him to lick it clean.

“I love you,” he whispered in between his kisses on your skin, “I love you so much.”

You dipped two of your fingers into the pudding cup and smeared it on his perfectly shaped lips, quickly pulling him close for a kiss. It tasted much better on his skin. While you were busy devouring his lips, Minho pulled your shorts down and opened your legs wide, glazing your mound with a coat of his other favorite dessert. He dragged his tongue from your clit up to the soft flesh and munched on you until every single drop was gone.

“Nothing tastes as good as your pussy,” he spread your lips apart and fixated his hungry gaze on his target, “Feed me.”

He closed his mouth on your sodden cunt completely, swirling his tongue around your clit with his eyes closed, happily moaning into you as if you were injecting pure ecstasy into his veins. He was going at it with so much appetite like you just gave him access to something you’d been denying him for so long. You tangled your fingers into his hair and pressed his face closer, giving him his cue to lap at you as fast as he could, and when the tip of his tongue kept fluttering on your clit while sucking on it, you erupted into his mouth, your toes curling hard to the point of a spasm.

“I stand by it. The original taste reigns supreme,” Minho didn’t even give you a chance to properly collect yourself when your feet touched the ground and started dragging you towards the bathroom, “Shower with me. We’ll make up for the empty milk carton incident of last week first.”

Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.

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