“Baby?” you called out when you heard the clank of the keys in the lock.
The front door slammed close, and you heard incoherent grunts disappearing into the distance towards your bedroom. You shoved the bookmark into the book you were reading and marched to the back of the hallway, only to find a very upset Minho laying on the bed with one arm covering his eyes, his white t-shirt carelessly thrown on the floor.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” you sat down beside him. He let out a profound sigh, anger still not properly cooled down.
“It’s stupid. I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Okay?” you climbed on the bed and placed your hand on his head, “Can we at least hug?”
He was sulking, and his brows were furrowed in apparent displeasure. Although you hated seeing him upset in any capacity, Minho looked so freaking cute when he pouted like that. He didn’t say anything and buried his face into your chest as you pecked the crown of his head, pulling him close into your embrace. Neither of you talked for a while. He sought solace in listening to your heartbeat, his go-to medicine to chill the fuck down, as you played with his hair and brushed your fingers on his bare back.
“Mm, touch,” he murmured against your skin.
It was like a feline trait of his—loudly hissing first to scare every living thing in the vicinity, but once he started calming down, they turned into happy purrs.
“It shuts my brain down when you touch me,” he confessed in a whisper.
“I know.”
It must have been a horribly long hard day, and you were overcome with this urge to take care of him, make him forget about whatever was agitating him this much.
“Why don’t you let me spoil you?” you lifted his chin to make him look at you.
His huge eyes looked so tired. He just nodded, and you pressed your lips on his. He was sighing a lot in between his kisses, melting into you, and his fingers were instinctively sliding into your hair. You kissed his cheeks. His jawline. His neck. His collar bones.
“Turn around for me.”
Minho put his hands on top of each other on the pillow and rested his head on them. You straddled his waist and started rubbing his tensed shoulders first, then discarded your own top to press your breasts on his back. You knew how much he liked it, to the extent that he would break into a stupid smile every time you did that despite claiming that he was a die-hard ass man.
“You’re so beautiful, you know,” you kissed right between his shoulder blades, “Just looking at you makes me go crazy sometimes.”
He softly chuckled as you kissed his nape. His exposed neck. His temples. You deeply inhaled the scent of his shampoo as well as the natural musk he oozed whenever he started getting turned on. You slid your hands down his thick biceps to his elbows, watching him relax into your soothing touches. Then you started drawing a trail of little pecks down his spine while running your hands all over his back, causing goosebumps to break out on his skin when you punctuated it on his waist.
You turned him around again, and the way his bulge was pressing against his loose sweatpants was such a pleasing sight. Who wouldn’t like it when their partner was this happy to see them every time? You dragged the thick waistband down along with his boxers to spring his erection free as Minho rested his arms under his nape, just watching his girl pacify him with her touches. You squeezed his fully erect cock in between your breasts so that he could get some friction. He lazily pumped himself against your supple skin, drops of clear precum slowly trickling down his slit.
“Lick, baby,” Minho begged and you obliged, running your tongue against his swollen tip until there was nothing to taste anymore.
You lowered yourself to pepper more kisses on his chiseled abdomen. Then his crotch. Then down his thick girth. You caressed his sculpted thighs, appreciating every inch, grazing your teeth on them like you did every time.
“I love you,” you kept quietly professing against his skin, “I love you so much.”
He throbbed with a silent exhale when your lips landed on his balls. His hands pulled you up from your shoulders to signal you to come close. You crawled back up and hovered over his body, letting him not-so-sneakily get rid of your shorts in the meantime, then found yourself wrapped in his arms. Minho was kissing you like he was taking sedatives, just to feel your lips in between his. His kiss started getting deeper with his tongue slipping inside your mouth. His erection was poking against your bare hips, and you were instinctively grinding on him for some friction. You were getting wetter. He was getting harder. You knew where this was going, but it never stopped being lethally exciting every single time.
“You’re the love of my life. I worship the ground you walk on,” he whispered and kissed you again, “Let me in, baby.”
You guided his tip against your drenched entrance and let him sink into you, slowly stretching yourself until you were perfectly wrapped around him. You did intend to get him there without having him exert any effort, but Minho stopped you from your wrists and pulled you close again. You were to kiss each other until your lips were raw, period. He started fucking into you from under you, immediately causing you to moan into his mouth. He fucking loved this; it was his favorite part. The part where you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself even if you wanted to.
“Faster.”
You would ask for one, Minho would give you three. It had always been this way. When he picked up his pace, you escaped his embrace and sat up, and he pinned you down from your waist. You shoved your fingers in his mouth, having him suck on them until he got them all sloppy for you, and started rubbing your clit to your orgasm while watching his gorgeous face contorting in pleasure at your sight. There was nothing more arousing for Minho than watching you get off to him. He loved this. He loved being able to turn you on this much.
Even after all this time.
“Minho…” you pleaded, “Close. I’m–”
He knew what that meant. That was permission for him to sprint. He changed the angle and started running at full speed, providing you with just the right amount of pressure to have you pop all around him. Your moans were climbing higher with the obscene sounds of skin against skin echoing in your bedroom, and his were climbing with yours.
“Cum with me,” he sank his fingertips into your skin, “With me, baby. Come on.”
“Faster!”
You clenched as hard as you could while cumming all over him, riding out your orgasm in gradually slower grinds and feeling every drop of his cum spilling inside you. His grip on your waist loosened as you collapsed on his chest to catch your breath in silence, then you kissed each other as deep as you could to punctuate this beautiful feeling.
“You feel like talking about it now?” you played with his damp hair.
You were mentally preparing yourself for such a drastic answer that when Minho finally spoke, it took every ounce of your willpower not to smack him right in the face.
“Seungmin ate the last pudding I was saving in the break room.”
Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.
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