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Minho opens the fridge, and his blood instantly boils. He can’t find one of his jellos. He had two, he’s positive of it, but now there’s only one. The missing one was a pretty orange-flavoured jello with little edible glitter on top – like all the jellos he buys from his favourite shop – with a little red jello car embedded in it. And yet, he now stares at a solitary jello with blue, purple and pink stripes, its little glittery stars sparkling prettily at him as if they’re trying to tell him they know who took their gelatinous companion. Thank god no one took this one, because it’s his favourite. He looks with a murderous gaze at the table where the others are gathered for lunch.
“Who stole my jello?” he asks them sweetly, but the way they freeze in place is telling – he’s not masking his anger one single bit with his feigned sweetness.
And no one dares say a thing.
They share worried looks, and Minho searches their faces for any slip-ups. Someone stole his jellos, and they’re not going to escape unpunished.
“Will I have to shove my hand down each of your throats to find out for myself?” he asks, then notices Hyunjin pale a little and swallow dryly, his hand unconsciously moving to protect his neck. “Should I start with you, Hyunjinnie?” He keeps his tone soft and raises an eyebrow, tilts his head.
A second passes.
“IT WAS JISUNG!” Hyunjin shouts, and the next second the chair he’d been sitting in screeches against the floor as he pushes it out in haste and dashes out of the kitchen, his arms flailing dramatically above his head.
“YOU FUCKING SNITCH!” Jisung gets up, ready to run, but Minho is faster and catches him by the nape as Jisung tries to step around him. Minho drags Jisung to his room, the boy stumbling to the bed and hearing the door being locked behind him. Minho has a wicked smile on his face that looks anything but sweet to Jisung’s eyes.
His breath hitches as Minho raises his hand, the sole remaining jello staring at Jisung, the little, jiggly, gelatinous thing seemingly mocking him. You knew what was coming, Ji…, he imagines jello saying.
“You wanna eat jello so bad, don’t you, Jisungie? To the point of stealing mine…” Minho’s saccharine voice hangs heavy in the air, and he cocks his head to the side with a cute pout, “So I’ll give it to you, and you’re gonna take it like the little slut that you are, aren’t you?”
Jisung gulps, eyes as big as saucers, and nods with minute jerky motions of his head. “Y-yes, Minho-hyung.”
Minho’s smile brightens, somehow turning even more dangerous. Jisung can feel his heart thumping in his chest, his ears ringing with how fast his blood is being pumped through his body. Minho was too hot like this – visibly pissed off and with evil thoughts in his mind. Maybe Jisung shouldn’t like it so much… but could he be blamed?
“Strip. Face down, ass up,” Minho instructs sternly, the sweet façade momentarily dropping.
Jisung blinks at him, his mind taking a second to catch up with what Minho was saying, even though his guts are already burning with that telltale sign of arousal.
Minho frowns, and says, “If you don’t want to, you have to speak up, Jisungie.”
Jisung snaps out of his daze. “I- I want to!” he says a bit more eagerly than he had intended, especially since he’s being threatened with jello of all things. He has no idea what Minho has in mind for that jello, but he’s sure he’ll enjoy it. Maybe Minho will give it to him as a reward after he’s done ruining his ass.
He does as instructed, standing up and stripping before turning his back to Minho and kneeling on the bed. He drops his face onto Minho’s pillow and adjusts on the bed, spreading his legs and then looking back at Minho once he’s ready. Minho hums, pleased, his eyes taking in every inch of Jisung’s naked body as if it’s the first time he’s seeing it, and Jisung’s cheeks redden as his dick twitches and hardens at the attention. It doesn’t matter how many times he ends up under Minho’s gaze, every time is as intense as the last.
“Always such an eager whore, Ji… you don’t even know what I have in mind yet…” Minho says mockingly, and Jisung watches as Minho dips his fingers into jello teasingly, and scoops a little bit of it out. Realisation finally hits Jisung, and his face grows impossibly warm as Minho’s cheshire grin widens. Jisung can tell that Minho has noticed that he’s caught on to what’s about to happen, but, even so, the little devil still asks him, “Do you still want jello, Jisungie?”
Of course he’d make him say it. Why is Jisung even surprised? He whines, kicking his feet on the bed, begging Minho with his eyes to be spared, but all he gets in return is a little scoff and another raise of Minho’s eyebrow. Jisung pouts, lower lip jutting out as he tries to wordlessly convince his boyfriend, even though he knows it’s a lost battle.
If he wants jello inside him, he’s going to have to ask for it, and ask nicely. The knowledge that Minho is making him learn to ask before taking his jello like this just makes him even more embarrassed. And turned on, too – sue him.
“H-hyung, can you please stuff me full of jello?” Jisung asks in the tiniest voice, his skin heating up from the tips of his ears all the way to his chest.
Minho smiles evilly. “Why, of course…” he says as he finally gets close to Jisung. “All the greedy slut had to do was ask,” he continues as he slathers jello on Jisung’s rim, snickering as Jisung fails to conceal a moan, dick jerking and leaking a bead of precum that clings to the head. “You’re so nasty, baby… getting hard for jello like this… am I not enough for your greedy hole, hm?”
Jisung bites his lip as he feels Minho’s finger dip inside him, the cold wet feeling of jello soothing the entrance. He closes his eyes to bask in the feeling, only to be startled with a hard spank to his ass – a warning more than anything.
“I asked you a question, dumb slut,” Minho says as he twists his finger inside.
“Y-you are enough…” Jisung says shyly, then looks at Minho over his shoulder with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “But I do love to be filled up with jello.”
Minho groans, pulling his finger out and scooping out more jello from the cup. He spreads it over Jisung’s ass, admiring how the glitter makes Jisung’s honey skin shine oh so prettily, its purple, pink and blue melting from Jisung’s warmth and colouring him as Minho continues to finger him with his jello-dirty fingers. Minho’s pants start to get a little too tight for comfort, and as Jisung’s moans get louder, he can’t resist but lean in to lap at Jisung’s hole as he fingers him, catching bits of melted jello that drips off of his fingers.
“M-Min–” Jisung moans at one particular jab of Minho’s fingers against his prostate, “Please just fuck m– ah–” he struggles to say, Minho not bothering to stop his assault on his sweet spot to heed his pleas.
Minho pulls away to take a look at what a wreck Jisung already is. Minho licks his lips at the sight of Jisung’s lower lip caught between his teeth, his cheeks a pretty rosy colour, his arms bulging as his tiny hands clutch to Minho’s pillow under his head.
Minho does pull his fingers out not long after though, his own dick throbbing in his pants at the view of Jisung with his skin littered with glittering stars and dirtied with bits of jello, some of the sugary treat dripping out of his hole and trailing down his perineum and balls.
He scoops what remains of jello from the little container and spreads it on his own dick, pumping himself a few times before lining up with Jisung’s fluttering hole and sliding home in one swift motion. From then on, it’s all sounds of skin against skin as he fucks jello into Jisung, the boy moaning loud enough that probably everyone at home can hear him.
When he cums, his mess mixes with the jello inside Jisung’s ass, and after he pulls out, Minho watches it slide down Jisung’s thigh before diving down tongue-first on Jisung’s ass again, slurping his own cum and jello with a pleased hum until Jisung’s ass is clean enough that they can walk to the bathroom without dirtying the floor.
“So. What did you learn today, Jisungie?” Minho asks as he cleans Jisung.
“That jello can be used as lube if you have enough of it,” Jisung responds, still a little dazed.
Minho sighs fondly and smiles. Well, he supposes that was one of the lessons.