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Seungmin knew it was wrong. Well, he knew it was probably at the very least frowned upon in most friend groups. He didn't care much if it was morally correct or not though. Not when he got into this headspace.
He wanted to feel smaller than small–minescule. He was too big like this, his limbs too long and his brain too loud. He wanted to be taken care of–but not in the sweet coddling way. He wanted obedience to be demanded of him.
He didn't want submission to be an option, but rather something forced upon him. Preferably by someone with big, bulging muscles and a penchant for manhandling.
So, yes. He wanted Seo Changbin.
That wasn't as simple of a situation as he would like, though. Being in the same idol group had brought them together, but in a way it also kept them apart.
He knew it was painfully obvious to anyone with eyes that he adored Changbin. As much as he tried to cover up his affections with snarky comments and irritations, he was incredibly fond of the man.
None of that mattered, though. Because it wasn't like he could confess to him. Things would be messy in the group if anything happened, and while it may work for some of the members, Seungmin knew he couldn't willfully put them in that position.
So, he pined in secret and he got small. He only let himself slip into his puppy headspace when Felix was out of the country, and no interruptions were possible. As much as he had come to accept this part of himself, he wasn't exactly proud of it.
He felt good when he was a puppy, though. He didn't have to worry about comebacks or unrequited feelings or the pressures of being an idol–even if only for a small time.
He crawled around the house joyfully, chasing his special ball he'd purchased for himself. He tore around corners and dashed down hallways, chasing his toy.
He was having so much fun that he didn't even notice he had chased his ball right into Felix's room, which was normally off limits to him during puppy time.
However, he couldn't just leave his ball in there, it was his ball! So, Seungmin crawled further into the room. He had just secured his toy and was getting ready to turn and leave when he saw it.
The Changbin pillow.
Seungmin had been so jealous when Felix won it as a gag gift. He nearly burst into tears when his roommate posted a picture with his knees straddling the pillow.
He knew that Felix didn't harbor any feelings towards Changbin, but Seungmin couldn't help the way he felt. He didn't blame Felix, of course. He'd never hurt Seungmin on purpose.
Changbin's face stared back at him from where it laid on the floor, surrounded by Felix's belongings. He whined, wishing for the 100th time that it had been him that won it.
That's when a very naughty thought occurred to Seungmin. Felix wouldn't be back for another few days. Seungmin could just borrow it while he was gone, and return it before his roommate returned home.
He gave in to his whim easily, his puppy headspace always had him feeling a bit indulgent. He grabbed his ball and the pillow and made his way back to his room.
He laid his prize on his little makeshift dog bed, a folded up comforter on the floor, and curled up with it.
He snuggled and nuzzled it, enjoying the plush feeling of it on his face. He liked looking at Changbin's face whenever he wanted. Yes, he could do that on his phone too, but it felt a bit more creepy that way.
He started thinking back to the last time he'd antagonized his hyung, remembering the way Changbin had so easily twisted his arm behind his back.
Seungmin whined. He wanted to play with the real Changbin. However, the plush would have to do. He got on all fours, pushing it with his hand a few times before pouncing on it, nipping and growling. He wrestled with the pillow, imagining it was Changbin for a few minutes until he finally claimed victory over it, pinning it.
Changbin's face looked up at him from between his thighs. He'd straddled the pillow in his quest to pin it, and now he was having more naughty ideas.
Seungmin tentatively rutted his clothed cock against the pillow, the feeling of the fabric making him whine.
He often got excited easily like this, his cock filling out when he was playing. He'd have to take a break and hump a nearby pillow or blanket until he could calm down.
This wasn't really any different from that. In fact, this was even better because he could look at Changbin's face the entire time he did it. His hips thrust forward in excitement, a giddy feeling overtaking him.
He set to work, humping the pillow with fervor. The friction felt so good, and his crush's face at the forefront of his mind only made it feel even better.
Seungmin shed his shorts and boxers in favor of rutting his bare cock against the pillow, his precum smearing over Changbin’s cheek. He was far too excited, and he was sure he'd cum in no time.
That was, if he hadn't been interrupted. He hadn't even heard the sound of the front door opening, too wrapped up in his naughty little game.
It was too late to try and hide any of the evidence. Changbin's voice broke through the silence, calm but inquisitive. Seungmin froze where he was, getting ripped from his peaceful puppy headspace violently.
“Minnie?”
Seungmin knew he needed to answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at the man. His head spun, his fun little routine had come back to bite him. Ironic.
To Seungmin’s horror, Changbin entered the room, his footsteps echoing in Seungmin’s mind until his bandmate stood over him. Seungmin forced his head to cooperate, finally convincing his head to swivel in order to look at Changbin.
He felt his own shame threaten to suffocate him with each second that passed. It felt like the universe had hammered a new set of nails in the coffin of his career, their friendship, and any potential relationship they may or may not have had. Seungmin counted the incriminating things as Changbin’s eyes flicked from place to place:
- Seungmin half-naked
- Seungmin’s erection
- Dog toys and a makeshift dog bed
- The pillow with his face on it
- The precum smeared over said pillow
Yep. Five nails was enough to seal up the crate and bury him alive. Anything would be better than this. Less humiliating at the very least.
“Is that–?”
“Please, don’t say a single word!” Seungmin shouted, interrupting Changbin's question. He couldn't bear to hear the words come out of his mouth.
Changbin smiled, that little smile that meant he was amused and possibly knew more than he was letting on. Seungmin desperately wanted to shout at him to leave and never speak of this again, but he owed him an explanation.
“It's not what it looks like,” Is what comes out of his mouth instead.
“Oh?” Changbin smirks. “And what does it look like, hm?”
Seungmin had never been more embarrassed in his life. Changbin had essentially just issued a challenge. He could either attempt to lie or face the truth head on.
“It's looks like…,” Seungmin trailed off, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Okay. It's exactly what it looks like.”
“Which is?” Changbin probed, a knowing look on his face. Seungmin wanted to smack his pretty face.
“You know exactly what it looks like!” Seungmin snapped, throwing his puppy ball at him.
He caught it easily, with the natural reflexes and athleticism that Seungmin usually found incredibly hot. Right now it just pissed him off.
“If you won't say it, then I will,” Changbin stated, tossing the ball into the air and catching it. “It looks like a certain little puppy decided to steal Felix's pillow and get off with it. Did I miss anything?”
“Just the part where you shut the fuck up,” Seungmin smarted. Changbin's face turned from amused to stern alarmingly quick.
He gripped Seungmin's chin, turning it to face him. Mortifyingly Seungmin’s cock reacted to the show of dominance, spurting another glob of precum onto the poor pillow.
“Wanna try that again, pup?” Changbin challenged.
“No,” Seungmin said, accepting the challenge. This wasn't how he imagined his night going, but in the end this is what he wanted.
“Have it your way then,” Changbin growled, settling on his knees behind Seungmin to capture his wrists and wrench them behind his back. He secured them in one hand, using the other to grip his chin, tilting Seungmin’s head so he could whisper directly into it. “Go on and hump the pillow like the naughty little mutt that you are.”
Seungmin whined involuntarily at the nickname, his hips kicking forward of their own volition. Then he rutted again, and again. Seungmin couldn't stop, his body obeying naturally.
“That's a good puppy,” Changbin cooed. He let go of Seungmin's face. “Look at the mess you made. Such a cute little puppy, so desperate and wet.”
Seungmin moaned quietly, the wet fabric of the pillow rubbing against him just right. He was so intoxicated by the feeling, he failed to notice Changbin unfastening his pants until the warm, blunt head of his cock pressed against Seungmin’s ass.
The older spat on his hand, the noise of him stroking his cock music to Seungmin’s ears. He nearly ascended when Changbin nestled his cock in between Seungmin’s asscheeks.
Each time he humped the pillow, Changbin's cock rubbed wetly against his hole. He loved the feeling so much.
Changbin released Seungmin’s arms in favor of gripping his hips. He guided the younger’s hips to rut forward against the pillow, only to pull him back against his cock, the slide maddening.
“Fuck, puppy. You're so sexy like this,” Changbin grunted out as he directed Seungmin with his hands.
He allowed himself to be moved like a rag doll, simply a tool for Changbin to find pleasure in. He could get off on just the mere idea of being used in such a way.
“Gonna cum on your pretty hole,” Changbin moaned, rutting his hips against Seungmin, which in turn caused him to rut harder against the pillow.
He wasn't going to last. Seungmin could already feel himself unraveling, just a few more moments and he would be painting Changbin's likeness with cum.
Changbin kept their bodies moving against each other's, and soon Seungmin had spilled all over himself and the pink pillow beneath him. He cried out, falling forward as Changbin used the new angle to work himself to completion.
His cum decorated Seungmin's ass in thick ropes of white, which the younger desperately wished he could see.
“Good pup. See, that wasn't so hard.”
Seungmin was too tired to combat him verbally, but he gave him the finger just for good measure.
Changbin chuckled, standing them both to their feet and walking them to the shower. They remained silent for the majority of the clean up. It was only when they were at the laundromat, waiting to be able to put the Changbin pillow in the dryer, that they finally spoke.
“I feel like I should explain,” Seungmin started, his cheeks heating in embarrassment.
“It's okay,” Changbin assured. “About everything. Yongbok found your puppy supplies one day and sent an emergency group text to the rest of us, worried that we needed to all chip in to get you a real puppy since you were buying stuff for one. It uh…didn't take much to figure that one out.”
Seungmin burned with humiliation. If he ever felt bad about stealing Felix's pillow and defining it, he certainly didn't now.
“And I already knew you liked me. Well, I had a feeling at least.”
Seungmin felt his heart sink. “I'm sorry, if I made you uncomfortable.”
“Hey, not at all Min. I wasn't sure if there was going to be a right time to tell you, but right now is as good as any time I guess,” he said, running a hand though his curly dark hair. “I like you, Kim Seungmin. Sarcasm, puppy toys, obvious strength kink and all.”
Seungmin would be mad, if he weren't too busy attempting to shove a dryer ball into Changbin's mouth for exposing him to the entire laundromat.
He ended up right where he belonged, his face nestled in between Changbin's tricep and bicep. Subdued, and optimistic about their future and all the many, many headlocks he could look forward to.