Pudding

"Do you want me to munch on something else instead?"

SYNOPSIS

The declaration that Minho was a virgin until your night together drills a hole in your head. It can't possibly be true because who the hell fucks like that with no prior experience?

Content Warning & Disclaimer

SLAM!

"You're dropping whatever the fuck you have planned for Saturday for obvious reasons," Chris declared to the table of four consisting of you, Minho, Jisung, and Hyunjin, right in the middle of trying to focus on writing a group paper for your joint elective class. The sudden sound scared the crap out of everybody.

"Thanks for the unsolicited defibrillator shock," Hyunjin retorted, his hand still on his chest, "If it’s that obvious, why do we need further clarification?"

"It’s his birthday," you responded, slurping on your cold brew, "And no matter how much he says he doesn’t want gifts, don’t listen to him. He actually comes up with excuses to bounce people out if they don’t have one. Just a heads up."

Jisung turned to the rest of you, "Makes sense to split an Uber to his place on Saturday, no? We could-"

"Actually, not mine," Chris interrupted him, "We're doing it at Minho's place."

You eyed Chris' face with cocked brows because this was the first time he didn't want to host a party at his fortress of debauchery.

"If I may politely ask, why the fuck?"

"His place is bigger than mine," Chris shrugged, "Not to mention my complete lack of will to deal with the post-bash cleaning festivities. Saturday. Be there."

Chris took off as quickly as he barged in, leaving the four of you looking at each other.

"We’ll just sponsor the drinks and that’ll be our gift."

"Sold," Jisung highfived Hyunjin and they diverted their attention back to their screens whereas Minho turned to you.

"What are you getting him?"

"I get pragmatic stuff for people, so his usual cologne," you replied nonchalantly, "I know he’s running out."

"He’s into that expensive shit, isn’t he?" Minho kept playing with his pen as he leaned back in his chair, "You wanna go in on it together? I can’t think of anything to get him."

"Sure, why not?" you shrugged.

"You wanna go get it right now?"

"Uh hello, the paper?" Jisung waved his hand in front of Minho’s face.

"I’m way too distracted for this. Wait for me by the door," he got up from his seat without waiting for an answer from you while you just watched him leave, unable to process what just happened.

Lee fucking Minho. As arrogant as ever.

"I’ll see you guys soon, I guess. Or not," you stood up to make your way to the library door with Hyunjin and Jisung’s whining seeing you off.

The morning after your night together, neither Chris nor Minho was anywhere to be found, getting you to question whether that actually happened or not. If you hadn’t woken up completely naked between your sheets with your heels still on, you would be convinced that you dreamed it. You expected tasteless jokes from the guys about Minho losing his virginity to you, but nobody talked about it afterwards. Minho’s relentless advances on you stayed the same, albeit a little less aggressive by then. Taking a class together tripled the amount of obligatory interaction you shared with him, and although he continued to irritate the shit out of you on the regular, you were noticing that being the object of his attention actually started tickling you inside since he was the number one guy everybody was lusting after in the whole damn department, if not the entire school. Needless to say, that did something to your ego.

Massively.

You were pulled back to reality with the sound of an engine revving and your jaw dropped upon the sight.

"Minh- You… Since WHEN?"

"Since always," Minho stopped his Kawasaki in front of you, "You should pay closer attention to people you like. I'm actually offended."

"Who the FUCK says I lik-"

"Will you just get on the back?" 

He handed you the spare helmet he pulled out from the back and gave you a fair warning after you settled down.

"Hold on tight. I don’t like going slow."

Just like that he took off and, man, was that warning necessary. You found yourself on the brink of screaming every time he scissored his way between cars, expertly navigating the vehicle like the road was empty, and if he kept going this fast, you were sure you were gonna pass out. You held onto his body for dear life and closed your eyes, trying to convince yourself this was just an amusement park ride. When you pressed your body against him, it felt like…

It felt like somebody broke a humongous jar of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

It took a minute for your legs to start functioning again after Minho killed the engine at the parking lot of a department store, either as a consequence of his adrenaline junkiness, or…

"So, what is it we’re looking for?" he asked you in front of a shelf containing men’s fragrances.

That should have been an easy question since you were the reason you ended up in that cosmetics shop, but you couldn’t remember the name of the brand for the life of you.

"Uh… It’s blue. Smells fresh?"

Minho started scanning the shelves to spot a shade ranging from teal to indigo and grabbed one of the tester bottles, spraying the fragrance on his wrist.

"Is it this one?"

"Wow, this is actually pretty sexy. It’s sandalwood, isn’t it?" you inhaled the scent from his wrist, "But no, that’s not it."

Minho’s lips parted the tiniest measure at your reaction and he cocked one of his brows, seemingly calculating something in his mind. You continued the trial and error of scent hunting for quite some time, almost sacrificing your noses in the pursuit of preventing Chris’ prospective complaining of how you didn’t get him a gift.

"FINALLY! It’s this one."

After completing your purchase, you browsed around as many places as you could as a procrastinating attempt, which even included window shopping at an archery goods store, but you were reminded that you couldn’t run away from your responsibilities any longer with a text from Jisung.

Ji We need your sections TONIGHT. Don’t fucking make me raid your house again.

"I think we need to head back," you informed Minho, to which he responded with a groan.

"Do we have to?"

"Oh, Jisung never jokes about raiding. This one time I forgot to send him a demo and he deadass called the cops on me because he, and I quote, suspected breaking and entering. Let’s go."

Minho was unyielding in his attempts to bail on getting some work done while you made your way back to the parking lot.

"But I get distracted outside."

"And I get distracted inside, so going home is not an option," you countered, "The study rooms in the library are open 24/7. We’ll just book one of those."

"I haven't even eaten yet."

"Oh my fucking GOD, would you stop whining for two seconds?" you snapped at Minho, your irritation levels at an alarming level by then, "You can eat there. Stop trying to get out of this."

All in all, it was a compromise. Minho agreed to drag his ass to the library if dinner was going to be on you. His order was very specific: chicken teriyaki sandwich on sourdough bread with a pudding cup, and apparently, it just had to be from this particular convenience store. He could have asked for a steak with demi-glace sauce for all you cared. Anything to shut him up and get to work.

The murmur of the library common areas had significantly died down when you got back. The crowd had already moved to the quiet sections to focus better, or called it a day and left the place. You were offering your thanks to every deity you could think of that it wasn’t the midterm season since there would otherwise be no way you could find an empty room. You made yourselves comfortable in the secluded area, spreading your stuff all over the table like you freaking owned the place, and Minho started… eating.

"Are you for real right now?"

"What? My blood sugar is low," he retorted, "I’ll start once I’m done, I promise."

You took a deep breath, trying your utmost best not to tackle his spoiled only child ass to the ground, and opened your laptop to start working. It was going fine at first. 

Until Minho began working in earnest and you started catching glimpses of him every time he moved in your peripheral vision.

Whenever he was focused on something, Minho would always cock his perfectly shaped eyebrows in an almost daring way. His eyes were loaded with kilowatts of electricity and it felt like they would indeed shock you to death if you stared at them directly. The number one reason for your annoyance with him was his cockiness, but come to think of it, maybe you would be as vain as him if you looked like that, too. Everything about him was so unreal. His silk honey hair, the little freckle on his nose, his jawline, the veins on his neck, his fingers, his cheekbones. Oh, those cheekbones…

Whose fucking unhinged imagination are you? 

A guy this stunning must have had an army of people chasing after him, but he claimed he was a virgin until recently. He could have picked literally anyone he wanted, but he obsessed over trapping you instead? But more importantly, if he was indeed a virgin, how was he that good? 

What if this whole thing was actually some sort of a…

It just didn’t make any sense! You had to verify these suspicions.

"I wanna ask you something, but I don’t want this to get to your already large head," you blurted out of nowhere.

Minho continued typing without looking at you, "That means you’re about to say something that’s gonna stroke my ego and I’m all for it," then he leaned back and turned his attention to you, "Shoot."

You wriggled in your seat, not knowing how to tastefully bring up the subject, "That night… When you came over to my place…"

"Oh yeah," Minho broke into a smug grin and looked away as he rolled the film of your night together in his inner mind theater. You threw your pen at him.

"That’s why I didn’t wanna say jack shit to you, asshat. You piss me the fuck off!"

"I didn’t even say anything! Calm the fuck down, will you?" Minho creased his brows, but obviously still enjoying the direction of the conversation, "What were you gonna ask?"

You heaved an annoyed sigh and gathered your thoughts again.

"Your performance that night was um- was-"

"Mindblowing?"

"Minho…"

"But it was, right?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and shot him a questioning look, "Actually, I was gonna say a little too good for an alleged virgin. Care to elaborate on that?"

You carefully examined Minho’s face for a sign of dishonesty. For a flinch. For a grimace. For that devil grin of his to appear to tell on his bullshit, but he just remained as composed as he could ever be.

"You ever fucked a virgin before?"

"No? But-"

"Then stop assuming shit. How would you even know what it's supposed to feel like if you've never done it before?" he reached out for the pudding cup on the table, "Maybe I'm just a natural at this."

The way Minho tore the protective plastic over the dessert with his teeth was unnecessarily lewd, like he was fucking stripping it. He dipped his spoon into the cup and started eating with such an appetite that it almost looked like he was eating… something else. He made sure he consumed every single drop in that cup, constantly licking his lips in between his bites.

His freaking… Pretty… Lips. 

"Could you fucking not?" you coughed, "You're distracting me."

"What?" Minho asked, his mouth full of the cold dessert. You pointed at the cup with your pen.

"Your… eating."

Minho flashed a knowing smile and sent his bite down his throat.

"Why? Do you want me to munch on something else instead?"

You dropped your pen on the table in exasperation.

"Why the heck do you keep teasing me like that?"

"Because I fucking love seeing how much you crave me," Minho slid a little down on his chair and manspread, flashing those damn thighs of his.

"You must also love being delusional," you scoffed, "Maybe try your hand at writing fanfiction."

"You're gonna deny it?"

You didn’t respond to his apparent flustering attempt although you would be lying if you said it didn’t slightly get under your skin. Minho tilted his head to check you out from head to toe.

"Are you really gonna claim you’re not doing this on purpose?"

"Do what?"

"Wearing bottoms I can easily break through."

This guy was fucking impossible to deal with. He finally managed to get on your last goddamn nerve.

"Like you could."

"But I would."

"I’d like to see you try, you cocky-ass prick," you crossed your legs under the table.

"Oh, now you’ve done it."

Minho pulled the rolling chair you were sitting on at one go and brought his face way too close to yours.

"Let’s make a bet shall we?" he spoke almost in a whisper, "If I touch you right now and you’re not wet, I’ll stop coming onto you for good."

You really shouldn’t have gulped that obviously when you knew it was going to cause his ego to get a hard-on.

"But if you are, you'll shut the fuck up and let me make you cum right here right now."

Minho’s hand slithered on your right thigh and he started making his way up your skirt. The higher up he climbed, the more he furrowed his brows.

"Why is your skin this smooth?"

He kept watching your expression for an ounce of disapproval, but much to your own surprise, you weren’t stopping him. He eventually made his way to the peak and pressed his thumb on your underwear to discover that you soaked through that piece of fabric, whispering in your ear in complete satisfaction.

"Checkmate, baby."

You jolted at the unexpected pet name, but when Minho placed a soft peck on your earlobe you full on shuddered.

"Wanna tell me what got you drenched like that?"

Minho gently slid his finger behind your underwear to experience your raw wetness firsthand and the touch made him groan. He chuckled in your ear.

"It’s the pudding, isn’t it?"

Yes, it fucking was. It was how he ate like he had a really bad craving and he was trying to satisfy an uncontrollable urge. What were you supposed to do but replace yourself with it in your mind, relive the moment he made you spray on his pretty face all over again, his tongue teasing every single one of your pleasure nerves with absolute determination to make you lose yourself. Minho’s lips found their way to your neck and when he nipped at the sensitive skin as he pushed his fingers inside, you couldn’t help clenching around him.

"Oh, she likes that. She wants to trap me inside, huh? Is that what she wants?"

There was no rush in his movements. Just placing open mouth kisses on your neck, your collarbones, and your cleavage as he fingered you, a little too tenderly compared to his usual M.O. of competitiveness even with himself. 

"Fuck, deeper. Hook them upwards."

Minho was enjoying this maybe a little more than you did, contently moaning against your skin. His soundwaves worked like tiny waves sharing the exact same DNA as low magnitude earthquakes washing over your skin. Ironically enough, it was about to prompt a fucking tsunami when he followed your instructions to a T like a teacher’s pet.

"There. Right there."

"Feels good, yeah?" Minho pressed his forehead against yours with a smile, "Tell me how good it feels. Tell me."

"So good. So fucking good. Rub harder."

He picked up his pace and the intensity of his touch, and quietly demanded from you:

"Let it out."

"Minho."

"Let it out for me."

"Minho!"

"Baby."

"FUCK!"

Minho trapped your lips within his as you grabbed his shoulders to brace for impact. He tasted like pudding. You kept fucking yourself on his long, slender fingers through your high, quietly moaning into each other's mouths until your tremors receded. Minho stole one last kiss from you and cleaned his fingers thoroughly coated with you and you only.

"If we’re gonna do this every time we come in here, I don’t mind taking on additional assignments for extra credit, just saying."

Why the fuck?

You were trying to piece together a convincing argument to refute yourself while you were scanning your closet to pick a fit for Chris’ birthday party.

After that study session at the library, Minho kept randomly popping up in your mind as you were going about your day and being a person, which made absolutely no sense. It wasn’t like his fingering game was so top-tier that you had a hankering for it. It wasn’t that. Every time he visited your thoughts, you would focus on very arbitrary things. How his hair felt to the touch, the temperature of his skin, how his lips tasted right after he ate pudding, how he sounded when he called you…

Why the fuck, though?

Your eyes darted to the shoebox on one of your shelves. You knew for a fact that Minho had a thing for these heels, and the idea of wearing them just to mess with his head was infinitely entertaining to you at that moment because apparently…

Why the fuck not?

You, Hyunjin, and Jisung split an Uber like you agreed on earlier that week and Minho was the one welcoming you into that ridiculously expensive-looking apartment. The loud chatter of the crowd invading his place flooded outside the second he opened the door. Like he wasn’t already ravishing enough, he went ahead and clad himself in jet black, accenting every single one of his goddamn beautiful features. You were sure you went temporarily blind at that contrast between his caramel hair parted in the middle to expose his forehead and his entire attire. But more importantly, he smelled like something very familiar to you.

"We’re matching," Minho pointed at the black dress on you as you made your way in. He was briefly taken aback when you suddenly leaned into him to get a whiff from his neck.

"I remember this smell."

"Sexy, isn't it? It's sandalwood," he smirked at you and looked down at your ankles, "And I remember these shoes."

"Sexy, isn’t it?" you reciprocated the crooked smile and made your way inside.

You had a hidden agenda for the night. Too much for trying to get words out of Minho’s perfectly shaped mouth since the guy just would not give you a satisfactory answer about his dubious performance. Why you were that obsessed with getting to the bottom of this, you didn’t have a clue - that you would say out loud.

But the matter of the fact was if it was indeed true that Minho had lost his virginity to you, that very idea of being his first made you wanna implode for some reason. Him. This magnificent creature. Insisted on giving in to you. Not to mention asked to be dommed by you. Wanted to be put in his place. As his first experience. The more you thought about it, the more were riling yourself up over this.

Why the fuck, though?

If there was one person that would give you the truth, it was Chris a.k.a your partner in crime in this mess. Obviously, he wasn’t going to blab unprovoked, so you needed his kryptonite to catalyze things. The veritaserum of it all.

Bourbon.

"Birthday boooy! Stop being sober already, drink. Drink! Drink! Drink!"

You must have fed him about five shots, galvanizing the entire crowd to cheer along until Chris passed the threshold of tipsy, but still not drunk enough to prioritize laying down over answering your questions.

"Say, Channie boy, I gotta ask you something."

"Shoot," Chris comfortably sprawled on the couch.

"You remember our notorious night, right?"

A dumb smile seeped through his lips at your words.

"How can I forget?"

You scanned his face, trying to assess how much trolling he could possibly attempt, and let it rip after taking a deep breath.

"I think you lied to me."

"About what?" Chris furrowed his brows.

"About Minho being a virgin."

"No, he really was."

You felt your annoyance at everyone refusing to give you a logical explanation overflow inside you, and you finally fucking snapped.

"HOW CAN SOMEONE FUCK LIKE THAT WITH NO PRIOR EXPERIENCE?"

The entire living room turned to your direction at the yelling, pushing you to the zone of mortification at record speed.

"Carry on, people. Family business," Chris diverted the bystanders’ attention and faced you again, "I mean, he was a virgin on a technicality. He did watch a lot of stuff."

Finally. A lead to something that could make sense.

"You mean porn?"

"No. He didn’t do the practicum, but he studied for this."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means he sorta learned it on the job."

Chris had a dead serious expression on his face, probably thinking he was able to explain himself when in fact, you hadn’t heard anything this cryptic in your goddamn life.

"What the damn hell, Chris, are you high or something?!"

"No, for real," he slightly slurred, "He refused to directly be a part of anything ever since he laid his eyes on you and started simping at full capacity, but anytime any of us was out to score, he asked us to invite him to observe in action. He calls porn false advertising."

Chris must have been indeed trolling you because who the fuck would be unhinged enough to come up with a plan like that?!

"And all of you fucking agreed to this? Not to mention the people you slept with?"

"It took a massive amount of getting high on our end, but yeah. Besides, he agreed to buy us season tickets for our respective teams, so…"

"Yeah sure, he wants to go in on a fucking bottle of perfume, but he can hand out season tickets like candy on Halloween."

Chris looked at you with an expression that had subtitles, and it read ‘Check your vocabulary, woman’.

"You realize ‘going in on’ is not the same thing as not being able to afford, right? The man’s loaded for fuck’s sake."

"Excuse you?"

"Look around, hello?" Chris pointed to the general direction of Minho’s apartment, "Who the fuck even owns a Kawasaki Ninja at his age? That should have been your first clue."

You were in complete disbelief at the words coming out of Chris’ mouth. To recap, not only Minho was a virgin until recently, but apparently, he also made it his goal to lose it to you like you were a fucking Harvard program he was trying to get in, and in the meantime engaged in the most deranged form of tutoring you could possibly think of. You got up without saying anything and made your way to the kitchen to drink some goddamn water because your throat was dry all of a sudden.

"Heard it on the grapevine that you’re asking about me."

You turned around to see a very tipsy Minho walking towards you, "You could have asked me, too, you know. Why would I lie to you?"

"Because you have massive ego problems?" you opened Minho’s fridge and contorted your face in surprise when you saw the stack on one of the shelves, "Not to mention a very unhealthy attachment to pudding apparently."

"Please," Minho scoffed, "like you don’t fucking drool every time you watch me eat those. You’re so obvious."

"Says who?"

"Says everyone who has eyes. Maybe it’s you who has an unhealthy attachment."

You grabbed one of the pudding cups from the fridge instead of water, and leaned against the counter, pointing the spoon at him.

"Fine, explain something to me: A virgin who doesn’t blow the second he gets his dick wet, not to mention in someone he’s allegedly simping over. Cite your references."

Minho shrugged, "Easy. Prolonged self-edging practice."

"Meaning?"

"It’s exactly what it sounds like," he grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers and dipped it in your cup, "Many bottles of lube were harmed in the process of making this."

The more you heard about what was going on behind the scenes, the more appalled you were becoming.

"Are you for real?"

"You didn’t think I wasn’t gonna train for this, did you?" he led the spoon into his mouth, "You’re the goddamn Olympics for fuck’s sake, and as you keep pointing out, my ego is way too big to hear anything less than a five-star review."

"You’re fucking crazy, Minho."

"Over you, yes."

Your eyes darted from his almond eyes down to his lips and then to his neck which was adorned with a black chain necklace that really suited him. The notes of sandalwood coming from all his pulse points were making you drunker. You felt something drip inside your underwear.

"So, you’re saying," you dipped the spoon in the exact place Minho did, scooping as much dessert as you could fit on the curvy surface, "I’m the one obsessed with watching you eat pudding. It’s not you who loves making me watch."

Minho gulped a little too thickly at your words to go unnoticed. You flashed a smile.

"Your Adam’s apple begs to differ, just saying,"

You could literally observe him malfunctioning right in front of you, trying to throw one of his usual snarky comebacks at you but royally failing at it. You took a step closer to him.

"You’re aching to touch me right now, aren’t you?"

And you whispered the killing blow right in his ear.

"Fucking simp."

You could swear you saw a lighting flash in Minho’s eyes.

"Fucking tease."

"Arrogant fucker."

"Goddamn menace. Get over here."

Minho grabbed your wrist in a tight grip, making you drop the cup in the process, and dragged you to his room. He slammed the door close and pushed you onto it, fully trapping you under his frame.

"Fucking finally. Let me see what's mine."

He almost tore the fabric when he pushed the bust of your dress down to reveal your chest to him. The aggressive kiss that started on your lips dripped to your neck and he kept grazing his teeth on your skin as he pushed his leg between yours to spread them apart. You couldn’t help the urge to squeeze his thighs and he fucking clenched them at the touch.

"Hot damn, these are… Fuck, Minho."

"You wanna ride them, don’t you?"

Minho lifted you up with a swift movement to have you reflexively wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you to his bed, and dropped the straps of your dress as soon as he sat down, exposing your upper body to him.

"Tell me how much you wanna ride my thighs."

"Fucking make me."

"Do I need to restrain you?"

"Like you could."

"But I would."

Minho pulled his belt from the loops of his pants at one go and lifted your arms up. He lowered the intensity of his lips way down and started kissing you slowly but still very much sensually. Just so he could cater to his ulterior motives of coaxing you into disarming your defenses. He guided your arms behind your nape, and once he got you in the position he wanted, he tied your hands within a small circle, allowing the rest of his belt to dangle behind you like a leash. He simply took advantage of how much his kiss got to your head and you couldn’t even resist it.

"And you’re gonna fucking like it."

He started devouring your nipples and dragged his tongue on every inch of your breasts. Every time you tried to move on his lap, Minho pulled the belt down to keep you in your place.

"Behave," he emphatically declared while staring dead into your eyes and bit your lips, "Tell me how much you wanna ride it."

"Fuck no."

"Say it," he pulled the belt down again, "Say you love my thighs."

You hissed at the delicious sizzle on your wrists and while it was so much fun to dom Minho, this change of dynamics felt so invigorating, causing something to start tickling you inside.

"I wanna fucking bite them."

There it was. His devil smirk under the shadows of his dark gaze.

"Good girl," he nipped at your lips again, "Come on, ride it."

Minho kept sucking on whatever exposed skin he could drag his tongue on, determined to get you literally wet all over as you rode those glorious thighs, smearing your excess juices on his pants. When you felt his erection pressing against your supple skin, you couldn’t help that unnecessarily loud moan.

"Look at you, about to alert the whole damn house. Feeling a little too good, are we?"

"Kiss me again."

So he did. Minho was moaning into your mouth as much as you were moaning into his, and he noticed how much you were trying to restrain that honey-like voice, complete music to his ears.

"Shh, let them," he grazed his teeth on your jawline, "Let them hear."

He clenched his thighs again for you. Those muscles hardening under your pussy like that caused your moans to get a little louder, but it was the accelerated panting that alerted Minho that you were close.

"Oh, fuck no."

He pinned you against the mattress at the very last second, eliciting a very frustrated groan out of you.

"Did I say you can cum?"

"I don’t remember being told I needed permission."

"Do you only do things when you’re told to do them? Because that fucking works to my advantage," Minho hovered over you to attach the belt around your wrists to his headboard, effectively eliminating your ability to move freely.

"Spread those pretty legs for me."

You started at him for about three seconds before talking.

"Make me."

Minho found the sass attempt very amusing. He squinted his eyes as he slowly slid his hands up your inner thighs and spread your legs in one harsh movement.

"Cocky-ass walking ego," you scoffed, "I fucking hate your smug face."

"Sure, that’s why you’re this wet, isn’t it? Not because you think my smug face is so pretty."

He pressed his thumb on your drenched underwear, sneakily hooking his index and middle fingers behind the fabric covering your glazed pussy, and held your gaze again.

"Not because my cockiness fucking turns you on."

Minho ripped the garment with one rough pull to expose you to himself fully and admire your pussy up close, sopping wet because of him and him only. He positioned himself between your legs, pinning your legs in place to prevent you from moving, and gently blew air on your clit. If he kept denying you the much needed contact, you were going to go insane.

"Eat me like the way you make me watch."

"That’s way too specific," he smirked, "Do you want to replace the cups in my fridge by any chance?"

Softest of kisses right above your clit. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew what he was doing to you.

"How fucking clueless are you? I imagine this pussy every time I eat pudding."

You were thinking maybe Minho was actually going to manage to make you cum by simply kissing your thighs. The leftover arousal mixed with your frustration of not getting your release was still there and was borderlining on excessive by then. He displayed a shred of mercy by moving his lips onto your labia, kissing them softly while stroking your legs.

"Fucking god. More."

"Thank you for calling me that," Minho smiled into your pussy, "but no."

He had you squirming under him for quite some time, absolutely refusing to provide you with any kind of friction. You had no choice but to swallow your pride if you didn’t want to lose your mind over this sweet torture.

"Wh-What’s it gonna take?"

"For what, baby?" he gently sank his teeth into your thighs, marking hickeys on them.

Oh, this fucker knew. He knew something started happening to you every time he called you baby.

"For you to eat me already, what’s it gonna fucking take?!" you yanked your wrists towards yourself as if you could break free of them and just press his face on your clit. Minho innocently batted his lashes at you.

"Nothing much. Just ask for it."

"Eat me."

"Oh, did I say ‘ask’?" he kissed your pussy and tsked, "I’m so sorry, I meant fucking beg."

You were on the verge of crying because of the incessant denial.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please eat me. Please."

His devil smile again. But it was a really content one this time around.

"Good girl."

When Minho attached his plush lips over your clit, the sensation was so overwhelming that it took everything in whatever willpower you had left not to scream.

"FUCKING-"

Like a kitten purring over how happy it was, Minho closed his eyes and kept sucking on you, softly moaning against you as he soaked you more, practically drooling over how pretty your pussy was. No experience but still had technique? Was he really a natural at this maybe?

"And how- Fucking- How did you t-train for this?"

"Pudding. I was told to eat it with gusto and that would do the job," he kept slurping on you with extremely obscene sounds, "and you make it so fucking easy to have a craving."

You were moments away from snapping already, and Minho picked up on that from the way your legs started shaking.

"Minh- Close-So c- FUCK!" 

"Are you now?" he abruptly stopped his ministrations. If you could manage to grab your own hair, you would fucking pull it.

"NO! Don’t stop!"

"Say the magic word."

"Please."

"Not that one." 

As Minho kept kissing your thighs, you couldn’t help the loudness of your voice due to unbearable frustration.

"What the hell IS IT?" 

His smile turned fucking diabolical, but he still wouldn’t stop the teasing.

"I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself."

Devil. This man was the pure fucking undistilled devil.

You writhed under him as Minho kept teasing you to the depths of the pleasure hell, soaking you with his tongue, building you up to the point of combustion just to pull you back from that brink at the last moment. Repeatedly. You had lost count of how many times he committed that delicious assault already.

"Please. I’ll do anything just… Just- Please!"

"No."

"Please, baby!"

You couldn’t see it since you kept squeezing your eyes, but Minho’s gaze softened.

"Good girl. Took you long enough, huh?" 

He reached into his nightstand to pull some stuff out, but the angle didn’t allow you to see what those were. Once he settled between your legs again, you could swear Minho changed colors right before your eyes. 

"You’re gonna hold it for me now. Or else…"

He pushed his fingers inside and hooked them just like you told him to the other day, and started moving.

"Minho, FUCK!"

"You do want people to know, don’t you?" he chuckled, "A little louder and you’ll let the entire building know how I got you literally wrapped around my finger, baby."

You thought he’d leave it at that and finally let you have your release. Finally. How fucking clueless were you indeed? Lee fucking Minho doing anything short of excessive?

What a cute little delusion.

Minho pulled his fingers out and placed something inside you instead, and from the way it felt, it was a bullet vibrator.

"Remember. Hold it."

He pressed on and started lapping at you in earnest. He was literally going all in on you and you were supposed to hold yourself back? In which universe was that even possible?

"Minho, please."

"What is it, baby?"

"I can’t take it anymore."

"But doesn’t it feel really good?"

"Please, enough. Let me c- Let me cum."

"No," he licked another stripe over your clit, "I’m not full yet."

"Baby, please. Please!!!!"

You were thrashing under Minho on the literal verge of your sanity, absolutely convinced that he harbored some sort of sadistic tendencies watching you go insane like that.

"Good girl. Such a good girl. Louder."

"Please."

"Not that one".

"Baby!"

"I said hold it."

"Can’t. Fucking can’t!"

Your orgasm went straight to your head like a scorching brain freeze, numbing your entire body in the process while Minho insisted on not breaking contact with your clit. You were throbbing so hard that you actually pushed the vibrator out of you.

"Tsk, it was such a simple request, baby, but you couldn’t hold it," Minho pecked your crotch and reached for his nightstand again, "Needless to say, there will be consequences. No matter how pleasurable."

When you saw what he was holding in his hand, however, your eyes widened in surprise.

"Is that… Is that a double tongue vibrator?"

"You know it."

You were staring at Minho’s face mouth all agape, so many questions raiding your head to be answered, yet you blurted out the least relevant one.

"Where the fuck did you observe this?"

He knowingly smiled, almost proud of the reaction he was able to get from you.

"Self-study, baby. Product reviews," Minho placed the toy right next to him, threw your legs on his shoulders, and aligned his rock-hard length at your entrance, "Let’s stretch you out a little more first."

By all fucking means, the feeling of him rubbing against your walls stretching you open like that was so so welcome. When Minho bottomed out, he closed his eyes with a groan, looking like he was already fucked out, and relished the way you were wrapped around him. When you clenched, he twitched inside you in response.

"Fucking GOD, shouldn’t you be at least a little open by now? Why are you this fucking tight?"

The remains of your arousal were still there and it allowed Minho to move effortlessly. There was this particular spot inside you that he really really liked, spongy texture making him feel like he was getting licked at the tip, and his mind was infested with the thought of shooting his entire load right there. 

"Faster."

"No."

"Please."

"Nuh uh."

What did he say? This was just to stretch you out. Of course he wasn’t going to let you bask in the feeling just yet. Who knew what kind of deranged tricks he had up his sleeve?

"Please. Fucking please! I need you to fucking pass through me."

Minho involuntarily smiled at your request, "Do you now?"

"Harder. More."

"Careful what you’re asking for, baby."

"Fucking do it!"

Minho pulled out of you and reached for the toy again. You were expecting him to just fuck you with it, indulge in his usual edging olympics. That was exactly why your jaw fucking dropped when he placed the vibrator right on top of his cock and grabbed them both in his fist.

"You’re still dripping for me. You can take it, right?"

You eyed that magnificent view that was a little too erotic not to salivate over, albeit with a tinge of hesitation, but you ended up nodding nevertheless.

"Of course you can. You’re the only one who can take it this good."

He slowly started to make his way in again. While it was an overwhelming amount of pleasure you were experiencing, it still required some getting used to.

"Good?"

"Slower."

"I’m gonna get you to fucking combust for me," Minho took his sweet time settling in and once he bottomed out, he placed a kiss on your ankle residing on his shoulder.

"Give it to me now."

"FUCKING-!"

You had never felt that full in your life before. Once Minho was convinced you got used to the girth, he quickened his pace, and the way your moans were getting more uncontrollable, turning into unhinged guttural grunts like that let him know that he was on the right path. 

"You can take more now, can’t you?"

You frantically nodded, unable to form a single coherent thought, let alone a full sentence, and Minho turned the toy on. The additional pistoning licking into your deepest spots as well as the stimulations right over your clit were aiding and abetting his efforts to snap you way sooner than anticipated.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Minho! Close. So fucking close."

Close? Why the fuck would you say that knowing damn well that it was the way to get Minho to edge you again? Of course he would lower the intensity of the vibrator.

"Say the magic word."

"Please."

Then he lowered it some more.

"Not that one."

Think. THINK!

If there was one thing that could get Minho to combust, it was jerking off his already colossal ego. Now that would be a sight to see. 

Maybe it was finally your turn to retaliate.

"Why are you this pretty, baby?"

That made Minho twitch inside you so aggressively that you couldn’t help but pat yourself on the back for the festivities on the horizon.

Checkmate, indeed.

"You make me absolutely salivate, you know that right?"

"Oh, fuck."

"I can’t fucking think about anything else besides your thighs anymore."

"Fucking-"

"Fuck me into this mattress."

You grabbed onto his thighs and squeezed them to force him to look at you.

"Baby."

"You fucking menace."

Minho fucking snapped, immediately shifting the gear from two to five, basically drilling you with everything he got. All you could do was moan. And moan. And moan louder.

"What is it, baby? Too busy taking me so fucking well?"

The louder you screamed his name, the more his own moans were transforming into animalistic grunts. Minho was literally going insane over sheer lust right before your eyes.

"Fuck, I have to take you. I have to. I can’t help it. I just need to fucking consume you."

He was riling himself up as much as you were, which was probably why he couldn’t help the urge to bite into your ankle.

"Ready? Ready to cum for me now?"

"Minho, please."

"Say the magic word."

"Baby, please!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Minho pulled out the toy and started slamming himself into you with so much enthusiasm that he was actually about to bury you into the mattress just like you asked him to. When you clenched around him, he came so hard that you could literally map out all the spots his seed landed on inside you. He was incredibly stunning panting over you, riding out his high with erratic thrusts, looking absolutely fucked out under a beautiful sheen of sweat covering all over his body. Once he managed to achieve the bare minimum post-nut clarity, he untied your hands, placing kisses on them to soothe the burn, and collapsed right next to you, brushing your hair away from your face.

"I uh- Thank you."

You almost burst into laughter hearing the Lee Minho uttering words of gratefulness since you weren’t even aware that he possessed them in his vocabulary.

"For what?"

"You know. For letting me do this."

The smile on his face was much more pastel-colored this time around. It wasn’t the orange of playful banters. It wasn’t the dark red of desire. It was just as light pink as his flushed cheeks, spelling complete adoration on his face. The curls at the edges of his beautiful lips mirrored themselves on yours and you felt your heart swell twice its size out of excessive endearment. You brushed the hint of embarrassment away in the only way you knew how.

"Fucking simp."

"Fucking menace."

Minho tackled you into an embrace and smothered your face with kisses, which got interrupted by the aggressive banging on the door, and you heard Jisung from the other side.

"Sorry to interrupt but if you’re finally done, we’re raiding your pudding stash, Min. We forgot to get a birthday cake for Chris."

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