Day 12 · Vicarious

“In conclusion, eating pussy is a very legitimate way to battle munchies,” Minho puffed out the smoke he filled his cheeks with, “Next question.”

You were chilling on the swing on your balcony with the warm breeze of the summer night caressing both of you. That was how you and Minho unwinded on Fridays at the end of the day, talking about the randomest of things with a little bit of help from the green fairy’s cousin for conversation prompts.

“Do you think we’d still be together if we traded places?” you asked him while stretching your legs on his thighs.

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, if I was a man and you were a woman.”

“First of all, eternal gratitude for not hitting me with that ‘If I was a worm’ shit,” he handed the joint to you, “Do we still have the same personalities in your scenario?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck yeah we would.”

“I just imagined you as a woman and…” 

You ended your sentence with a crass wolf howl, embarrassingly loud when sober for sure. Considering the state of mind you were in, neither of you gave a shit and actually burst into even louder cackles.

“God, you’d be such a brat,” you sat up straight and crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, “Getting on my last damn nerve until I fuck that sass out of you.”

“As opposed to our present reality, you mean,” he snorted all amused, then eyed you from head to toe, “I think you would have mad dick game with a side of a raging breeding kink.”

“How’d you know?”

“I watched you masturbate many times, baby. I’m very familiar with your dildo proficiency by now.”

“It is very interesting to think about, though, isn’t it? I wish we could swap for a day,” you filled two large glasses with cold water, “I would love to know what it’s like to be you in bed.”

You were both snickering at first, but then Minho trailed off for some reason as if he was reminded of something. You noticed how his face changed all of a sudden.

“Everything okay, baby?”

He glanced at you and parted his lips, seemingly to say something, but he just couldn’t bring himself to talk about it.

“Yeah, never mind.”

“Hey, we joke and whatever, but you know you can tell me anything, right?” you placed your hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, “What’s going on?”

His hesitation was apparent. It wasn’t like you were judging each other at every opportunity or anything; this was just one of those times you wouldn’t be sure how your partner would react because the topic at hand had never come up before. Nevertheless, after taking a deep breath, he finally caved.

“I had a dream about you not too long ago,” he eased himself into it.

“Okay?”

“Like… It was a wet dream.”

“Obviously.”

You were trying to keep it light to encourage him to talk, but Minho was clearly struggling to find the right words. You decided to help him out by offering probing questions instead.

“Were we doing something unusual?”

“It’s not like that,” he ruffled his hair and finally confessed in a single breath, “Let’s just say we somehow had both sets of reproductive parts.”

You were expecting all kinds of answers, but this wasn’t one of them.

“Oh my god, really?!” you shrieked in pleasant surprise, almost instantly sobering up, “Was I any good?”

“Woman…” he deadpanned as if to ask, Do you want to revise your priorities maybe?

“It’s a very legitimate question! I wanna know what my performance was like,” you scooted closer to him, “What were we doing?”

“Forget it,” he left the swing in an attempt to hide the blush climbing up his neck even though you were sitting in the dark and made his way inside.

Minho never blushed. Not even when he had a suspicious-looking mayonnaise incident on his pants at work. Not when he accidentally called his boss ‘Mom’. Never. It was so unusual to see him like this, but what was usual was his defense mechanism immediately changing the subject.

Now your curiosity was turning morbid.

“Hey, you can’t just drop something like this on me and not follow up on it!” 

You marched right behind him and tackled him on the couch. Thank goodness his wits were only half-intact, otherwise, he would have the full strength to shake you off himself like a leaf.

“Did I make you cum?” you questioned, eyes glinting and a stupid grin slapped to your lips.

“Yes.”

“But how?” you started shaking him his shoulders to be maximally annoying, “Tell me. Tell me. Tell me!”

“Oh my god, fine!” 

You pulled him up from his wrists and allowed him to collect his thoughts, expectantly staring at him like he was going to read you a dirty bedtime story.

“At first you were… licking me. And I was blowing you.”

Even with that single sentence alone, your jaw dropped because what the hell kinda multiple award-winning erotic movie hotness was that? You casually nodded for him to continue whereas Minho was about to combust. 

“Then you started fucking me,” he declared, eyes averted from you.

He wasn’t showing any color, but the way he was thickly swallowing told you everything you needed to know. Having no control over your movements whatsoever, you obscenely licked your palm and slid your hand inside his sweatpants.

“Then what happened?” you whispered into his ear, your fingers snugly wrapped around his girth.

His eyes immediately closed when you started stroking him, and he relaxed into the couch. You loved how you had this power over him, getting him to bend at your will every time you touched him.

“It felt too good. So full with you inside me,” he breathily answered, “I’ve never felt you like that before, and it was fucking impossible to resist cumming.”

“So let me get this straight,” you feigned seriousness, your hand still expertly at work, “I made you cum by fucking your pussy?”

“Well… yeah kinda,” he admitted.

And you felt a gust of wildfire enveloping your body.

“We haven’t really explored that secret clit you have inside you, have we? I’m sorry, baby,” you pecked his temple while driving him closer to his release, “You’re down for me to show you new realms of pleasure tomorrow night?”

“T-tomorrow night?”

“Too soon?” you tilted your head.

“NO! I’m just…” Minho immediately protested, “Are you really into the idea? You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Do I think fulfilling the fantasies of the love of my life is weird? Hm, tough question,” you quipped, “I can’t magically grow limbs for you, but there are other means. I’d be totally game if you wanna give it a shot.”

The way he throbbed that hard under your touch was just so satisfying. The prospect excited him so fucking much that Minho was quite literally dissolving into the cushions, and you took the opportunity to land a fatality.

“You and me. 8 p.m. Our favorite playground,” you grazed your teeth on his jawline, “How does that sound, baby?”

Your favorite playground. Meaning the Radisson Blu in the city center which hosted many of your freaky nights before.

His moan came out akin to a desperate plea, and you watched him tug at his own hair. Extremely content with the response you received, you removed your hand and kissed him as deep as you could.

“Then fuck me the way you want to be fucked,” you straddled his lap, “Show me.”

And that night on your couch, Minho practically broke you in half. 

The next day when he came home from work, the place was empty, and there was a fancy-looking box on the bed, which carried a note scribbled in your handwriting.

Wear this and come play, XO

He snorted seeing the content inside since it was an even fancier-looking anal plug with a large bottle of lubricant, prompting him to wonder whether you got this from some secret Chrome Hearts collection. He took a warm shower, wore his requested accessory with the help of copious amounts of lube, and dressed sharp as fuck for you from head to toe, covering himself in different shades of blacks and midnight blues. 

You met at the hotel restaurant first to enjoy some light dinner and shared the mundane news of the day with each other as if this was just some regular date night, but by the end of the dinner, Minho was basically vibrating at a concerning frequency due to excitement. The whole day he was imagining right this moment, and the anticipation had built up to a catastrophic level.

“Sitting pretty?” you teasingly smirked at him and ran your hand inside his thighs under the table. You felt some masked movement on your fingertips when you got closer to his crotch.

“I’m on the brink of ravishing the shit out of you on this table, so girlfriend discretion is strongly advised,” he cautioned you about the dragged-on teasing with a deceivingly charming smile.

You burst out laughing, then pulled a keycard from your purse, dangling it in front of his eyes despite the warning you just received.

“Wanna go to Narnia with me, beautiful stranger?”

The color in his eyes changed from admonition to enthusiasm. Minho gracefully raised from his seat as though he was the one propositioning you and extended his hand to get you to stand up. You walked to your room hand in hand like taking a leisurely stroll at the park, when in fact, both of you were experiencing a slight increase in blood pressure.

“You came bearing gifts,” Minho pointed at the box on the nightstand.

“Mhm. Open it.” 

You closed the door behind you and started watching his every move. The steps he took, how he reached for the lid, how he removed it, and how his lips parted when he looked inside.

Minho was short-circuiting.

“Is that what I think it is?” he gulped while staring at the box, which contained an ejaculating dildo and a strap.

“Turns out, you were right on the money with the raging breeding kink,” you approached closer and hugged him from behind with your arms wrapped around his waist. Minho’s eyes automatically closed when he felt your presence right beside him.

“I’m so turned on right now, I’m gonna fucking pass out.”

Your hands traveled to his forearms and cascaded his blazer down his shoulders, promptly pressing your chest against his back. You placed open mouth kisses on his neck as your hands slid further down to reach for his cock.

“You like it?”

“I like pancakes,” Minho finally turned around and cupped your cheeks, “I fucking love this.”

As he joined you on your conquest to nakedness while kissing you all over, all that raided your mind was him. This gorgeous menace that owned your heart. For you, tonight was about him, and it mattered to you a lot that this experience was as pleasurable as he imagined it.

A lot more pleasurable than what you normally indulged in.

You laid him down on his back and admired his endless beauty for a while, worshipping every single inch of him, caressing and peppering kisses on all his hotspots. The night before, you did tell him to fuck you as hard as he wanted to be fucked, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to unleash on him like that. If anything, you were doing the complete opposite, spending twice the amount of time you normally would lazily blowing him, just to get him to relax as much as possible.

Once Minho turned into an absolute puddle under you, you let him go with a lewd pop and reached for the box. As he carefully removed the plug, you put on the strap while drenching the dildo in lube.

“Take control,” you invited him to guide you to his taste.

Much to your surprise, he gently pushed your shoulders for you to lie down on your back and climbed on top of you, legs on either side, letting the girth of the toy slowly sink into him.

“Go deeper,” he breathily urged you with his eyes closed, “I can take it.”

The sexiest man alive straddling your lap, sitting on a cock attached to you, and telling you to go deeper in that low, sultry as fuck voice.

Now you were short-circuiting.

You started moving very carefully, paving your way inside him inch by inch to stretch him to perfection.

“Now fuck me.”

Oh, good fucking god, the amount of willpower required to stop yourself from ripping him to shreds…

You were convinced Minho got perfectly comfortable with the size once his moans turned more guttural, and your reservations dissipated. You began to move inside him much more freely, and his cheeks were so flushed that you could actually see the amount of pleasure coursing through his veins flash on his face.

“How does it feel to get fucked by your girl?” you soaked your palm with some lube and started stroking his cock.

“God, you’re… it’s… it’s the best feeling,” he loudly grunted and clenched his teeth, on the brink of losing his mind with the sight under him, “You fucking own me.”

Then something unusual started unfolding right before your eyes.

Neither of you necessarily adopted a defined persona when it came to your bedroom dynamics. It was more like anything goes, improvising based on the mood, but Minho’s inclinations always lied with the control side of the spectrum, both with the way he moved and talked.

On this particular night, you handed him the control yourself, but the more he was sinking into the quicksand of overdose pleasure, the further he was slipping away from it and into something else.

Deliciously thick thighs spread wide on either side of you, hands on the mattress behind him, eyes closed, head thrown back, moans getting more and more dragged on, just accepting whatever you had to offer him. No demands. No backtalk. 

Very unlike his usual disposition, Minho had completely surrendered to you, and it felt so much like a silent declaration of trust that you were all kinds of reluctant to shatter this bubble of utter bliss he was enveloped in.

“Shall we fill this up with you the next time?” you grabbed the shaft of the dildo with one hand and stroked his leg with the other, “Can I fuck your own cum back into you?”

Minho was in pure ecstasy at this point, high as shit and in no position to produce a relevant answer. He was uttering the same things over and over again, and he sounded almost drunk.

“It… so… feels… Fuck. Love… Love you. Love you. I love you!”

Seeing him this gone, properly descended into the rock bottom of insanity... It was a sensational thing to witness. The amount of arousal and lust he was under the chokehold of was so palpable that you were getting infected with it even though you had next to no stimulation. With one impulsive move, you grabbed the lube bottle and squirted an ample amount on Minho’s balls to pay them some much-needed attention, drenching his entrance in the meantime. 

“Wet… So…”

“Do I get you that wet?” you quietly chuckled.

All he did was fervently nod over you with eager moans for he had literally lost the ability to produce speech out of sheer euphoria. All he was able to do was what his instincts were telling him to do.

“Aww, my pretty baby can’t even talk anymore,” you caressed his sides, “It’s okay. You won’t need any words when I cream you.”

When your thrusts into him got quicker, Minho’s growls climbed even louder. His cock was way too mouthwatering, flushed dark pink and all the precum dripping on your stomach. You swiped your thumb on his slit and sucked on the clear droplets looking right into his eyes, then wrapped your fingers around him to stroke him to repletion.

“Let– let go,” he suddenly beseeched, “n-no touch… cum…”

You grabbed his waist and started fucking him with much sharper thrusts until his crescendo moans alerted you of his impending doom. The second those thick, white strings landed on your chest, you squirted the base of the dildo with all your might to shoot the fake semen inside Minho. His orgasm ran him over like a heavily armored tank, so violent that he was practically dying over you, legs quivering, eyes rolled back, and sounds of pleasure turning into staccato howls ripping the night apart.

As he collapsed on the bed with all his strength sucked out of his body, you unbuckled the strap and couldn’t help your giggles watching him trying to find his soul somewhere. You placed small kisses all over his face waiting for him to come back down, and it took a long while.

“Damn, my whole life flashed before my eyes for a second there,” Minho finally spoke, still slightly panting, and you burst out laughing at how empty his stare was.

“You good, baby?”

“Good?!” he cocked a brow and loudly declared, signaling he was fully back in his default form, “I'm fucking great!”

He pulled your body close and kissed you for a long time, caressing your hair, your cheeks, your back, making sure you were able to feel all the adoration he had for you dripping from his fingertips.

“Thank you,” he eventually uttered with a small voice.

“For what?”

He briefly averted his eyes, but this time around he was quick to profess his truth.

“For indulging me.”

Your endearment suddenly peaked, and you kissed the crown of his head, his forehead, the little mole on his nose, and your hands gently scratched his back all the while.

“I love you,” you ended your trail on his lips, “Endlessly.”

He flashed that bright smile that turned his eyes into crescent moons, that raised his cheekbones to a perfect height, that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He kissed you again, but the shade was different this time. It was deep. Needy. Eager. Rough.

It was Minho.

He slid his hands between your legs, finally noticing the excess slick running down your inner thighs.

“Only by fucking me. Just how freaking horny are you?” he returned to his sass at full force and gave a hearty squeeze on your hips, “But I’m a gentleman who knows how to clean up after himself. Sit on my face.”

Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.

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