Day 19 · Fever

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

That question that started it all came out of nowhere at the breakfast table one morning.

“No?” 

“Then what’s this scent?” Minho sniffed around your chest area, “You smell sweeter than usual.”

“I don’t know. Shower gel?” 

“Nope. That’s not it.”

Something had happened to Minho, and neither of you knew what was causing that. It was like his sense of smell heightened all of a sudden, and thus started his Sherlock Holmesing all over the house.

He went through all your cosmetics, the detergent, the fabric softener, the air freshener in the living room… He would even randomly smell whatever you were eating just to see if it would remind him of what this aroma was, but nothing. It had been weeks, but not being able to detect the origin was driving him crazy, and he just wouldn’t let it go.

Spice? Nah. Sugar? Not really. Flower? Nope.

Just what the hell was this?

Then he finally realized the pleasant scent was actually coming from you, as in your body, not some artificial essence you were putting on. Even though you weren’t able to smell it at all, Minho was insisting that it was getting denser on some days, and that was when he would break into impromptu interrogations.

“Did you change your diet?”

“No.”

“Maybe new vitamins or something?”

“Minho…”

“Any treatment I don’t know about?”

“OH MY GOD, WILL YOU FUCKING DROP IT ALREADY?!”

You may have been yelling at his face during the daytime, but things had a way of changing the very same nights. Whatever was exuding from you was turning him into an absolute horny bunny snuggling up with you, grinding on your hips with his rock hard length.

“You smell like that again,” he would bury his face in the crook of your neck and dip his hand inside your underwear to caress you, “It’s not funny anymore, baby. Are you wearing some aphrodisiacs? Pheromones?”

You could pretend that you weren’t feeling it all you wanted just to make him beg for it a little more, but the man had majored in how to get his girl in the mood like the back of his hand.

“For the billionth time, I’m not.” 

“Let’s fuck,” he wrapped your palm around his cock, “Just look at how much you turn me on.”

“Ask nicely.”

True to his eccentric nature, Minho’s politeness entailed something entirely different than the rest of the human population. You never said no, you told him to ask nicely, and he was very much aware of your one weakness. 

Him. Between your legs. Going at it like there was no tomorrow.

“Let me eat your pussy until my tongue gets numb.”

These nights were the ones you would have the most explosive orgasms since Minho was always extra enthusiastic. A part of you legitimately wanted to know where that damn scent was coming from because, well… A girl could have ulterior motives, too, no?

Lucky for both of you, the mystery was about to be solved quite soon.

That weekend you were invited to a dinner party to congratulate your friends Felix and Kat on their retirement from the fast life courtesy of their recent parenthood. Halfway through the meal, the guest of honor made a quick appearance in his father’s lap to say hi to his prospective aunts and uncles, immediately inducing acute cuteness aggression in you.  He was the spitting image of Felix despite being three weeks old, and anyone could argue with the wall.

“Oh my god, he’s gorgeous!” you reached out your arms to hold the baby with the loudest whisper ever not to spook the little ball of sunshine.

You were looking at the half-asleep munchkin with so much love in your eyes that Minho couldn’t help his endeared smile as he watched you. Yet the second he leaned in to stroke his cheeks, it felt like a gust of wind slapped him on the face, and he jerked back.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you looked at him with concern while handing the baby back to Felix. 

There was a three-second lull as Minho’s face wore an almost demoniac smile, then he breathily whispered in your ear.

“Let’s go to the restroom and fuck.”

You were startled as hell hearing those words right in the middle of dinner. This was supposed to be a wholesome event, not a gateway for homemade porn.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“You’re damn right I am,” Minho caressed your thighs under the table, “Fake an emergency.” 

You yanked onto Kat’s arm as she was passing by, and pulled her close to ask discreetly.

“Do you keep your tampons in the bathroom?”

“Yes. Are you—?”

“Might be,” you quickly grabbed your purse behind the chair, then tapped on Minho’s shoulder, “Could you come with me, baby?”

Without giving anyone a chance to question anything, you headed to your destination, trying your hardest to suppress the imminent laughter fit boiling inside you.

“To what do I owe the sudden horn—?” you wanted to ask while entering the bathroom, but the second Minho turned the key in the lock, you were promptly trapped against the door.

“Me wanting to knock you up.”

“What?!” you burst out laughing, not sure whether he was joking or not.

“When did you have your period?”

“Where did that—?”

“When?”

“About… two weeks ago?” you made a quick calculation in your head, “Why?”

The last time you had seen that smile on his face, Minho had discovered the angle that made you squirt while fingering you. Whatever he was after, this could not be good.

“I know where your scent is coming from,” he sneaked his hands on your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, “You’re ovulating.”

Oh… OH?

He was groping you everywhere he could put his hands on, and even his kisses had become so aggressive, tugging on the soft flesh with his teeth while unbuttoning your jeans. Once he dropped your pants to your ankles, Minho harshly turned you around, and a low grunt ripped from his throat when his fingers made contact with your pussy.

“Sopping wet,” he gently bit on your earlobe, “You can’t get any readier for me than this.”

“That turns you on, huh?”

“We can start trying, too, no?” he pressed his blunt tip against your entrance and started with his shallow pumps, “God, you’re gonna be fucking gorgeous when you’re pregnant. Glowing like a goddess carrying my child. I’ll be a fucking slave to you.”

“If you don’t stop running that mouth, we’re gonna have an accident!” you hissed trying to look back.

“Oh, you didn’t just fucking say that.”

Were you trying to stop him, or were you deliberately pouring gasoline on the fire? You could swear Minho’s irises turned full crimson, and he rammed himself inside you so hard that you almost let out an alarmingly loud moan snitching on what you were up to.

“You’re… fucking… delusional if you think I’m pulling out.” 

He started going much faster all of a sudden. His thrusts were so sharp and precise that there was no doubt he was resolute to knock you up. He covered one hand around your mouth to stop you from moaning while completely decimating you against that door. 

“Shh, take it. Just take it. Soak it all up,” he demanded in between his panting, “God, I’m gonna cream this pussy so much it’s going to hold.”

With an abrupt change of mind, he pulled out and sat you down on the sink, hastily sliding into you again. The suppressed moans that spilled from your throat were probably just you trying to pronounce his name, but you weren’t in a position to even do that properly. Minho’s beast mode had rendered you unable to form any kind of thought. He was quite literally fucking you dumb.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he locked your legs around his waist to trap himself and looked right into your eyes for you to register his instructions, “You’re going to keep my load in. All of it. No squirting it out. Clench. Harder. Harder. Fuck!”

Minho had performed memorable creampies before, but not quite like this. Maybe it was indeed the scent. Maybe it was because he finally knew what was causing it, but he came so much that you thought it was going to gush out your pussy. Once the post-nut clarity hit, however, he looked like he was almost ashamed of what he’d done.

“I uh— I don’t know what came over me,” he tried to stabilize his breathing, “I really couldn’t help it.”

Now he was the one that couldn’t look into your eyes, and the tip of his ears had turned beet red. You felt so endeared that you pulled him close and kissed him deep until you were sure he was less self-conscious.

There was still one question that needed to be answered, though.

“Did you really mean it?” you took a couple of seconds to hold his gaze again, “Do you want to start trying?”

“Do you?”

He was looking at you with huge eyes, but you knew what that meant. This was how Minho said yes. By posing your own question right back at you.

“I think I do,” you flashed him a bright smile.

Just when you were about to crown the decision you made in a fucking bathroom with a kiss, the knock on the door startled both of you to death.

“Guys, I’d be honored if you conceived in our bathroom, but can you exit the premises?” Felix’s voice pierced right through the door, “The diapers are in there.”

Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.

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