Day 3 · Star 69

It was company retreat season again. Or commonly known as hell on earth.

Yeah, it was nice to strengthen the sense of loyalty and commitment and whatever, but an entire day of workshops, seminars, round tables didn’t exactly mean a carnival, no offense. You would much rather be home, curling up under blankets and watching trash reality shows with your boyfriend instead.

You checked your phone on your way to the lunch area, and noticed a few missed calls and a couple of texts from Minho waiting on your screen.

❥ Cat dude  Wyd? Miss u I’m so lonely Send nudes

You couldn’t help loudly snorting at his very straightforward request and quickly typed back a reply.

You  Stop being so romantic or I’ll marry your fucking face off <33333 You’re gonna have to wait until the end of the day

As if he was waiting by the phone, he called right away. As you were cornered by a director right at that moment, you rejected the call, and for Minho it automatically meant ‘Blow up her phone’.

❥ Cat dude  I know where you’re at Pick up Or I’m coming over to fuck you I’m serious Pick up the phone!!!!

It was an exchange that barely lasted five minutes, but seeing the string of texts invading your storage, you actually burst out laughing. You answered the call that arrived right at that moment, but the cheery tone of your voice was not welcome by Minho at all.

“What’s so funny about wanting to blow your back out?”

“It’s not that,” you subdued your laughter into faint chuckles, “The threat caught me off guard a little.”

“God, how long is this retreat hell gonna take?” he whined, completely annoyed.

“You know I’d much rather be there, but I gotta adult sometimes to sponsor your pudding addiction,” you confessed, “What’s up with the sudden peak in horniness?”

“I was gonna take a nap,” he started explaining himself, “But I made the mistake of spraying your perfume on my pillow to feel you with me, and now I have a problem.”

“Because of some perfume?” you questioned, utterly dumbfounded.

“No one told you to smell this erotic.”

“What’s so erotic about powder notes?”

“It raids the room when I make you sweat,” Minho sighed long and deep, “That’s what us having sex smells like to me.”

You felt a tingling sensation between your legs. Your clit was buzzing as if you were downing drinks back to back. Unbeknownst to you, you found yourself turning around and heading to the elevators instead of the lunch line.

“And you couldn’t try watching porn, I guess,” you quipped into the receiver.

“I tried! None of these girls can do what you can do to me.”

“What am I doing to you?”

“It hits different when your own girl gets nasty for you,” his voice turned several notes deeper all of a sudden, “Take care of me, baby. Please.”

You were gone for less than twenty four hours, but it was the awareness of you being in another city that distorted Minho’s perception. The time started flowing slower, and hours were dragging on into days. Obviously he wasn’t going to tell you that he was burning alive with how much he missed you already. Cue the lame excuse of ‘I’m so horny’ instead.

It was actually quite endearing when you thought about it. 

“What are you doing right now?” you asked in a voice that also changed octaves. His favorite. Threatening to get desperate quite soon.

“I’m in our bed,” he exhaled contently, “Your sleep shirt is on my face.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m getting you one of these that says Minho parking only.”

You inadvertently chuckled and swiped the keycard on your door. 

“Are you naked?”

“When the fuck did I get into these sheets with a piece of fabric on me?” he retorted like the brazen know-it-all he was, “You know I’m a bedroom nudist.”

You hastily removed your clothes to be on equal grounds with him and laid down on the comfortable mattress, wishing he was right here with you to kiss all over.

“Are you touching yourself, baby?” you started softly caressing your pussy.

“Yes,” he almost whispered into your ear, “I’m imagining I’m there with you right now.”

“What are we doing?”

“I’m just between your legs under a table, eating your pussy the whole day and making you cum over and over again.”

Wet. Instantly. Minho always had this effect on you—he would form one sentence, but it would be just the right thing to say to have you throw yourself at him.

“What if I pass out?”

“Wouldn’t it be fucking amazing to come to your senses in my mouth again?”

“It really would,” you closed your eyes and started rubbing your clit with your slippery fingers, “I miss waking up to your body weight on me.”

“And I miss fucking you awake,” his needy growl reverberated throughout your body, “I miss showering you with cum first thing in the morning.”

“Are your hands doing a better job than my mouth?”

“Never. I feel empty when you’re not the one milking me.”

“How hard are you right now?”

“Rock hard, baby. Perfect for you to sit on.”

“Spit on your hand. Squeeze your cock tight for me,” you slipped two fingers inside your throbbing cunt, “Feel me sit on you.”

You listened to the love of your life moaning, pleasuring himself to the ghost of you for some time, complete music to your ears. Behind your eyelids, it really felt like he was in that room with you, touching himself right next to you, deprived, needy, desperate for your attention, and it was adding tanks of fuel to the fire he set on your body.

“Just listening to your voice gets me so fucking wet,” you panted breathily, “You could just talk to me and I would cum untouched.”

“We gotta try that sometime,” Minho chuckled on the other end of the line, “If I can keep my hands off of you.”

“Which is never.”

“Yeah, forget I said that,” he instantly caved, “Are you fingering yourself?

“Yes.”

“How many fingers?”

“Two.”

“I need all four,” he quickly demanded, his breathing getting a bit more labored with each second, “Shove it in your soaked hole for me. Stretch it good.”

You didn’t even think twice. You didn’t think if it would hurt or not. You just did as your man told you, trying to feel his fullness inside you as much as you could. You were missing him even more with each sentence he uttered.

“Two days without getting fucked and you have no idea how tight it is,” you whimpered, “You want me to taste myself?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he eagerly responded, “Tell me how thick your cream is.”

“Very,” you informed him with a hysterical laugh, “You would immediately blow feeling this on your tip.”

Minho’s grunts in your ear were pure heaven as you loudly licked all over your fingers, making obscenely wet sounds for him like his personal ASMR.

“My pretty princess slurping on herself for me to listen to,” he contently chortled, “Don’t stop now. I wanna shoot my load hearing you cum.”

“All over yourself?” you snickered, “Don’t cum too much when I’m not there to lick you clean.”

“No, all over your panties,” he corrected your gravely mistaken assumption, “Your black lace was in the laundry basket.”

“Isn’t that the one you ruined on my birthday?”

“The very one.”

“You nasty son of a bitch. I fucking love you,” you moaned into the phone and picked up your pace even more, “Shit, I’m so close.”

“Deeper, baby.”

“Minho…” 

“Go deeper for me. Hit that spot I love so much.”

“Minho… Minho, please… Fuck, I’m cumming!”

“Baby, I love you.” 

You arched on the bed and came all over your fingers, imagining how his cum spurted out of his cock in thick strings to land on your body like warm raindrops. Minho kept moaning your name over and over again like a mantra until it reached an orgasmic tune, then receded like a fadeout to an upbeat song. Silence was all you shared as your urges erased themselves from your body and left you with the soft glow of satisfaction.

“I love you, Min,” you smiled as you uttered the words, hoping he could see you do exactly that when he closed his eyes, “We’ll talk in the evening, okay?” 

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

Minho took a brief pause to preface his final words before hanging up. His voice was tainted with something that made you want to sob really hard for some reason.

“Just come home already.”

Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.

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