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Kim Seungmin nudges Minho’s foot beneath the table with hers. Again . This might be the third time, honestly. Minho can only take so much of it when they both have more important things to be focusing on. Like feline anatomy. And whatever is going to get Seungmin into law school.
Finals are stressful, she knows, especially for Kim Seungmin, who prides herself on being an academic weapon when she doesn’t need to be. It’s just her personality -- beneath grins that show off her canines and fingers that poke where it's tender, Kim Seungmin takes the things that matter seriously. You won't catch her doing anything half-assed or compromising her loyalty to her friends. But that doesn’t save Seungmin from the natural human suffering she appears to believe she’s better than.
She kicks Minho’s ankle at a level just above gentle. Minho raises an eyebrow at her, and Seungmin just gives her a puppy grin. If only she could get Seungmin to admit that she’s overwhelmed. Seungmin kicks her again.
For what it’s worth, Minho can tell that Seungmin wants to focus; she’s trying her best, though when the stress grows too much, it turns her hyperactive, like a dog with the zoomies. It’s as if Seungmin’s body needs to do anything else besides study, even when her brain wants to be responsible, as a way to cope. Normally, Minho finds it cute, but not when her ankle is sore because of it. Seungmin’s chunky tennis shoes aren’t the most gentle of footwear. She reaches underneath the table and tugs the leg of her sweatpants back down from where she had it scrunched around her calf. Her fingers brush against the stinging, raised scratches that the soles of Seungmin’s shoes left.
Minho sighs. “Baby,” she says, then again when Seungmin traps her foot between both of hers. Minho yanks it away with furrowed eyebrows. Seungmin smiles at her. “You’re going to be upset with yourself later if you don’t get anything done now, and I need to go through these notes.” If they were in Seungmin’s dorm, or at Minho’s shitty little studio apartment, she would have taken care of this by now. Instead, they’re on the second floor of a busy coffee shop and sharing a large table with a handful of other students who are working on a group project. They aren’t paying attention to her and Seungmin at all, but Minho can’t exactly tug Seungmin around by the hair in public.
Seungmin knows this too, which she takes to her advantage more often than not. “I know, but-”
“Kim Seungmin,” interrupts Minho. She shifts, sitting up straight and broad. She may be a bit shorter than Seungmin, but her gym days are consistent lately, and the results are showing well. Recently, Minho has been doing a good job of making Seungmin feel small, she’s been told. Good . There’s nothing like having a beautiful girl look like prey beneath her. And after so many months of dating, Minho knows very well how badly Seungmin needs that feeling, too.
She catches Seungmin’s overactive foot with hers. “We are going to sit here for one more hour and study.” The table is too wide across for Minho to reach over and grab the nape of her neck, so she settles on slipping her fingers beneath the wristband of Seungmin’s windbreaker and digging them into her forearm. “If you don’t want to listen, I can’t stop you. We will sit here anyway. Understand that your misbehaviour adds up.”
A shiver visibly travels down Seungmin’s spine, though she doesn’t look happy about being scolded. “Fine,” she says, with a cute, pouty mouth and angry eyebrows. Her cheeks are tinted pink, and Seungmin looks everything like the naughty little doggy that she is.
What a reward to see her like this, flushed with irritation; it always is. Seungmin makes the cutest puppy pouts when she's mad. Only for a couple of months now have they experimented with this sort of dynamic -- pet and owner, brat and brat tamer -- but it’s proven to be beneficial for both of them. High-strung Kim Seungmin discovers a way to release the tension that builds up so easily within her, and Minho gets to take care of and control her pretty girlfriend, which she was practically already doing in the first place. Even as friends, their relationship has always teetered this way, and it’s what enchanted Minho in the first place, their push and pull. She likes a girl she can have fun with.
She also likes a girl that she can train.
Obediently, Seungmin sticks her nose in her laptop and goes back to revising her essay for her technical writing class. Minho smiles, sly and catlike, even though Seungmin can’t see. “Good girl,” she says in that high and saccharine tone of hers, just to watch Seungmin’s cheeks speckle a deeper shade of red. It earns her another kick under the table, but Minho is just happy to add another tick to her insubordination tally, which will come in handy later.
Just because Minho isn’t sure how to punish Seungmin in public now , doesn’t mean that she can’t learn.
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“Baby,” Minho calls, peering into her tragically empty fridge. Seungmin had slept over last night after a full day of earnest, productive studying, so Minho had wanted to make her pancakes this morning as a reward. A treat , if you will. Except, she conveniently forgot about the grocery shopping she needed to do first. Minho checks her watch. It’s a half an hour before nine. Most people are at church, this time on a Sunday morning. Perfect.
“Hmm?” Seungmin is lounging in Minho’s bed, pushed into the back corner of her little studio apartment. She’s still kind of sleepy, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes as she scrolls on her phone.
“I don’t have everything for the pancakes,” she says, shutting the fridge door. Minho takes two mugs of coffee over to her nightstand. At least she had that . “Here.” Seungmin sits up, taking the mug in the shape of a brown puppy. Minho sips from her matching black kitty. She tucks a frizzy strand of Seungmin’s caramel brown hair behind her ear, standing in front of her. “You up for the store? I’ll need to pick up stuff for dinner, too, but we can order in lunch if you want.”
“Oh, sure. I’m not all that hungry yet anyway. Plus, I need a new toothbrush head, so I might as well pick it up while we’re there. It’s been three months.” Minho huffs a laugh through her nose. Of course, diligent Kim Seungmin replaces her toothbrush head on schedule.
Seungmin smiles up at her, and Minho can’t help herself. She loves seeing Seungmin happy. “You’re so cute,” she murmurs, scratching her scalp with her nails. It’s a little bit like she’s scritching a dog behind the ear, but Seungmin’s eyes flutter closed every time. How fitting. “Can we try something? Before you get ready?”
This gives Seungmin pause; she looks at Minho with one open eye and a suspicious, raised eyebrow. “Like what ?”
Minho tries not to let the mirth show on her face, though her mouth twitches into a smirk without permission. She continues playing with Seungmin’s hair as if it will butter her up. “I want you to wear a plug at the grocery store,” Minho says nicely, innocently. And she is, partly, being nice and innocent anyway. Seungmin’s eyebrow shoots higher. “ Why? ”
“Hey now.” Minho tugs gently on Seungmin’s hair. “You’ve been pretty unsettled this week. I think it might help to have something keeping you full.” Her fingers trail down to Seungmin’s stretched-out shirt collar, her high-school gym t-shirt. Minho gives it a tug, too. “Maybe even your day collar. We’ve only done it a couple of times.”
Seungmin’s cheeks flush while she considers it. The pinker she gets, the more Minho wants to grin like the Cheshire cat. Kitty chases puppy in this universe. Like Tom and Jerry, if Jerry were a dog. After a moment, Seungmin sighs like she’s been terribly put upon. “I guess .”
“That’s my good puppy,” Minho praises, happy to watch how it makes Seungmin shudder. Given Seungmin’s normally fiercely independent personality, Minho feels like the most special girl in the world to witness what she is like when she trusts someone with control. She knows how difficult it is to give it up, which is why Minho prefers to take it.
Inside Minho’s nightstand lie all of her toys, including Seungmin’s play collar and her day collar. She picks up the velvet pouch and removes the collar. Seungmin’s eyes dilate as it’s revealed -- Minho giggles at her. “Hold this.” She dangles the pouch in front of Seungmin until she opens up her palms for it; Minho likes to give her unnecessary tasks. She loves to test Seungmin’s obedience, how far she’ll go in her submission, until her ego and natural desire for control overrides her need to be good. Sometimes Seungmin enjoys pushing Minho’s buttons until she snaps, and Minho likes that too, but she’s delighted by Seungmin’s innate pushback more.
Minho wants to see how much of Seungmin’s instinctual dominance she can train out of her.
The day collar is pretty simple — less of a collar or a choker and more of a chain necklace that hugs the bottom of Seungmin’s throat. She takes the tiny key and unlocks the little dog face pendant, allowing for one end to open. Minho places the key on her nightstand. “Up,” she commands. Seungmin raises her head. Minho smiles, soft and fond. “Good girl.”
Around Seungmin’s neck it goes; Minho clasps it in the front and relocks the pendant. When she lets the collar go, the puppy face rests between her collarbones. This is maybe the third time that Seungmin has worn her day collar, so Minho gives it an experimental pull. With the way she plans to use it today, it needs to be reasonably resilient, like a real collar. Seungmin whines quietly at the gentle pressure. The collar seems sturdy so far. Her smile turns sly as Minho traces her hand from the pendant to cradle Seungmin’s throat. “How does it feel, baby?”
For a moment, Seungmin is quiet, like she’s too shy to answer. Sometimes her pride gets in the way of her obedience, but the deep rightness Seungmin feels once Minho gets a collar on her usually wins over swiftly. Here it is: “Really good,” Seungmin finally responds, breathless.
Minho brings her hand up and thumbs at Seungmin’s bottom lip, then briefly runs the pad of it along Seungmin’s gums. She presses against Seungmin’s right canine just to feel the point of it, then pulls her thumb from her mouth. “Alright, puppy. Are you ready for your plug now?”
As suspicious as Seungmin was, she’s now very eager for it. She nods rapidly, until Minho’s blank stare registers and her training kicks in -- verbal answers only. “Yes, please.” Sometimes the presence of the collar does that -- overrides her working human brain with a watered-down, dumb dog version. But even the dumbest dogs can be trained, with the right owner.
“You’re being so good today,” mentions Minho offhandedly, while Seungmin crawls up the bed and settles against the pillows, on her back. Minho reaches into the drawer and brings out a slightly larger velvet bag. When she climbs onto the bed after, she brings lube with her. “Maybe a plug really is the answer to all of our problems, hmm? Puppy just needs to be full always, even when unnie can’t do it herself.”
Seungmin shakes her head no with a whine of denial, but her goosebumps prove otherwise. Minho gives her a look -- she knows better than to lie. After a pause, Seungmin sighs, a pink flush high on her cheekbones. “I do.”
“That’s what I thought.” Minho pulls Seungmin’s track shorts down her legs, revealing simple white cotton underwear. There’s a tiny damp spot; Minho traces it with her fingertip. Seungmin spreads her knees open wider and reaches down to pull her underwear to the side. “Oh! How sweet, pup. What a helpful girl for unnie.” Her fond smile never really left, but it widens with the force of her affection. Sometimes Seungmin is so adorable that Minho wants to sink her claws into her skin and tear her open, a steep step above cuteness aggression; the viciousness of love, maybe.
“Hold it for me just like that.” Minho often gives Seungmin easy-to-follow commands to ease her into the puppy mindset, sort of like training wheels on a bike. If Seungmin gets frustrated with herself this early, it sometimes results in a hard stop, and Minho never wants Seungmin to be that distressed if she can plan better for it. Besides, since they’re going out, Seungmin shouldn’t be too deep into any sort of headspace. That can wait until they’re home with their groceries, and Seungmin has been properly punished.
Minho uses her thumb to gently spread Seungmin open. She’s already a bit wet, though not enough, so Minho leans down and licks a zig-zagged stripe from her hole upwards to meet her clit. After teasing her cunt a little more, Seungmin whines at Minho to put it in already. It makes Minho breathe a laugh through her nose, always loving when Seungmin gets impatient. She thinks it’s cute, even if it goes against the rules. Normally, she wouldn’t reward bratty behaviour, but, well -- Minho was about to anyway, and they need to get going before the grocery store gets busy. So, she gives Seungmin a warning smack on the thigh and lubes the clean plug up.
It slides home without much resistance, and Minho smiles at a job well done. Subtly, she switches it on, then kisses the blooming flush where her palm met Seungmin’s skin. “There you go, puppy. Stand up and see how it feels.”
Seungmin lets go of her underwear and slides off the bed. For a moment, she shifts around on her feet, contemplating. Then, she gives Minho a thumbs-up. “It’s fine. Thank you, um, unnie.”
“Cutie,” says Minho, sitting up and pulling Seungmin close by her waist. Seungmin slots between her thighs so easily, like she weighs nothing in Minho’s hold -- a recent development that easily has Minho growing damp in her own underwear. Chan calls it her ‘gym gains’, but the muscles she’s been building turn out to benefit Minho in a million different ways, including uncovering the strength kink she didn’t realise she had. Minho pulls on Seungmin’s collar until their mouths meet for a chaste kiss, then pats Seungmin’s ass when they pull away. “Let’s get dressed, puppy.”
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The ride to the grocery store is as smooth as it could possibly be. Sitting only seems to mildly bother Seungmin, and in a more aroused way than uncomfortable. “The pressure is good,” she quietly says, unprompted, even though Minho was already going to ask if she was alright at the next red light. Her thighs clamp together while she says it, leg bouncing. It takes a lot of restraint, but Minho keeps her hand where it’s been on Seungmin’s knee, no matter how badly she wants to tease. There’s no use getting her riled up when Seungmin is already set to fail.
“Could you push the cart, baby?” asks Minho, on their way into the store. Neither of them minds being the one with the basket, but Seungmin will need the stability much more than Minho would. “I have a list.”
Seungmin huffs as though she isn’t pleased to have a task. “I guess so.” But Minho knows better. Dogs always love having something to do -- it’s no different with Kim Seungmin. Not for the first time, Minho wishes Seungmin had a real tail, because she knows it would be wagging. If they weren’t in public, she thinks Seungmin would maybe even bark.
She gestures to the carts, sending Seungmin away. “Go fetch,” she calls after her, laughing when she turns back to glare. And still, Seungmin dutifully returns with a cart, after casting a few off to the side when they didn’t roll as well as she likes them to. Minho gives her hair a ruffle, and Seungmin pretends not to enjoy it.
Produce is first up in the store -- not that Minho should be getting it before all of the shelf-stable things. Still, she picks up a couple of apples, some pears. Those little mandarin oranges, because they’re good for study snacks. A bulb of garlic for dinner, and another for the next, too. It’s likely been less than ten minutes by the time Minho makes it over to the lettuce. Lo and behold, Seungmin begins to get nippy, like a puppy excited to play. Just like clockwork, while Minho inspects a head of iceberg lettuce, two rows of sharp teeth sink into her bare shoulder, skin exposed from her thin tank-top strap. “Kim Seungmin,” she hisses, prying her off by the collar. Minho raises her eyebrow, allowing Seungmin a chance to explain herself, but is only met with manic eyes and her endearingly bratty puppy grin. So, she leans into Seungmin’s space and tells her sternly, “Very soon you will learn your place, if you keep it up.”
“We’re at the store,” Seungmin points out. “What could you even do?” She says it like she’s in a high school debate class -- like she’s proving a point, as if Seungmin is already a lawyer, and she’s winning. Someone with this ego needs to be knocked down a peg, and Minho is thrilled to do it.
Minho ignores her and puts the head of lettuce back. She’d prefer romaine for the side salad, anyway.
At least Seungmin is patient, waiting with the cart while Minho gathers the rest of her produce. Green onion is always a necessity, and the napa cabbage is on sale, cheaper than at the asian market ten minutes further down the road, so she decides that she could start a batch of kimchi tonight -- especially since Seungmin will be around to help. When she returns to the cart with her haul, Seungmin is scrolling on her phone, eyebrows furrowed, but looks up when Minho arrives. “Good?” asks Minho.
Seungmin nods. “Good. Green.”
It seems that Seungmin doesn’t suspect any foul play at all. Minho tries to smile innocently, but it must turn evil at the edges because Seungmin narrows her eyes. Before she can say something about it, Minho pats her on the butt. “Let’s go.”
They move on to the bread aisle, where Minho gets bit again, Seungmin’s teeth slotting perfectly into the fading indents they left before. There’s strength behind it, as though she’s trying to stake a permanent claim by etching the shape of her bite mark into Minho’s skin. The thought makes her shiver, even as she slides her fingers beneath Seungmin’s collar and yanks her away. Minho would let Seungmin do it -- mark her, bruise her teeth into her skin like a brand -- just not in the middle of the grocery store. “This is your final warning,” Minho says sternly, scolding. Amusement brightens in Seungmin’s eyes, her love for being manhandled pathetically clear in the joy on her face. “You’ll regret it if you don’t stop.”
By now, both of them are familiar with this song and dance, where Seungmin pushes and pushes until she gets what she wants, which is Minho losing her temper and then taking it out on her. Seungmin won’t stop, especially not if Minho tells her to. When it comes to Kim Seungmin, who cannot ever be normal or sane, everything boils down to mild psychological mind-games. Her favourite words are ‘you never said’ and ‘well, technically ’. Undermining authority and debating her way out of punishments is how Seungmin has fun, even when she loses.
An older woman turns down the aisle, so Minho releases Seungmin. Like every other time that Minho can’t appropriately scruff her, she gives Seungmin a warning squeeze around her bony wrist, leaving pink pressure marks in her wake. It doesn’t do much besides make her giggle, but Minho has learned to cover her bases before Seungmin uses something she never did as an argument.
Minho grabs her sandwich bread. As she places it in the cart, Seungmin catches her around the waist and clings on like a needy pup, burrowing into the junction where Minho’s collarbone resides. It’s adorable how whiny Seungmin is, though she’s sure it’s some sort of ploy to get out of later punishment. If she’s all cute and loving now, surely Minho will forget about the bites, right?
Of course not.
“Cute.” Either way, she’s still endeared; for the next minute, Minho needs to lead Seungmin into believing she’s off the hook, anyway. She pats Seungmin’s head affectionately, then gives her hair a gentle yank in its ponytail. With a butt pat, Minho gestures in front of her. “Come on, puppy. Let’s fetch the milk, hmm?”
As Seungmin steps ahead, Minho switches from her notes app, to the plug’s app, and turns the vibrations on low.
‘Ah,’ gasps Seungmin quietly, though she jolts the entire cart with her startled jump. Her thighs awkwardly press together as she whips around, glaring. There’s an almost imperceptible tremble in Seungmin’s legs, but what Minho finds the cutest is her face, the expression of betrayal. It’s the underlayer of shock where Seungmin is truly surprised that Minho managed to swipe the rug from beneath her feet, had outsmarted her in their game of cat and dog, as if Minho doesn’t come out on top every time. As if Seungmin doesn’t often find herself with kitten claws hooked into her skin, trapped in Minho’s predatory grasp.
Seungmin’s knuckles are white against the grey metal of the cart. “ Unnie ,” she mutters, low and lethal. “You’re evil.” ‘Unnie’ is a card Seungmin only pulls when she wants to please, to get in Minho’s good graces, to be a good girl. Or in this case, manipulate Minho out of the punishment she never expected to have. Of course, she knows exactly how much Minho likes it -- how much Minho appreciates the value and respect of it, even outside of Korea, which is why Seungmin holds it against her. Sometimes it works when she’s feeling benevolent, lenient.
Not today.
Minho laughs, entertained like a cat watching its pathetic prey struggle, trying so very hard and completely unaware of how useless it is. “I told you, silly girl.” She steps closer, enough to pat Seungmin’s head with a condescending hand. “That you’d learn your place very soon.”
“Turn it off ,” hisses Seungmin, with angry eyebrows and speckled pink cheeks. Her cute mouth is curved down into Minho’s favourite little puppy pout, and she thinks not for the first time, how adorable Seungmin is when she’s mad. Sort of like playing tug of war with a little puppy, all teeny growls and nips that sting, but never hurt. Minho can’t help but coo at her, swooping in with a quick kiss to her warm cheek.
Then she swipes up the screen, increasing the vibrations.
This time, Seungmin’s gasp is loud, real , her legs almost giving out, but she manages to catch herself in a crouch. She holds on to the cart like a life preserver. Minho laughs at her, delighted. Oh, she wishes she had thought of this much sooner. Red blooms across Seungmin’s face, pink deepening into a truly embarrassed flush, and tears collect on her lower lashes. Honestly, it isn’t likely that Seungmin will cry just yet, but Minho hopes she will at some point.
“Baby,” Minho huffs through her giggles, reaching down to help her up, but Seungmin bares her teeth and unsteadily stands by herself. “Are you alright? Did you trip?”
Seungmin gives her a murderous look. “Unnie,” she says again, a warning that doesn’t land. Minho thumbs at the corner of her mouth, but lowers the vibrations. They do have to continue shopping, after all.
“Come on,” Minho says, giving her a nudge. “Let’s go get the milk, Seungminnie.”
As they work through Minho’s list, which may or may not include a handful of things she doesn’t actually need right now, Seungmin is pliant and abnormally docile. Satisfaction settles within Minho’s chest, smug like the cat who got the cream. All that a puppy needs to keep itself occupied is a toy, really. Or a playmate, but that’s something to consider later. What matters is that Minho was right -- the plug with its gentle vibrations is doing its job, exactly what Minho had expected it to. The mild stimulation is, so far, turning Seungmin into an obedient dog. If Minho mentions it now, Seungmin will twist her praise into a challenge, but when they get home, she thinks she’ll give her a treat for being so good through her punishment-turned-experiment.
Seungmin is picking out her toothbrush heads, the last item on their list, when Minho ‘remembers’ that she needs deodorant, and body wash too. It’s comical how Seungmin physically deflates, so Minho takes her time browsing through the deodorant sticks. She mutters about maybe choosing a new scent, until Seungmin’s warm body presses against her back, the cart abandoned near the tampons. “Unnie,” she whines, doing her best to be pitiful and annoying at the same time.
Teeth nip the sensitive skin at the back of Minho’s neck, beneath her hairline, and long fingers trail across the tiny sliver of skin exposed by the hem of her tank top. They dip into the waistband of her shorts, brush against the elastic of her underwear. Minho does her best to mask her shudder. Seungmin’s breath fans across the shell of her ear when she whispers, “I’ve been good, right? If we go home now, I’ll eat you out. And I’ll listen. Wouldn’t that be nice, unnie?” Her pointer and middle fingers slip below her panties, into the trimmed, coarse hair underneath. “I can make up for everything, I promise.”
And this is how Minho knows irrevocably how excellent a lawyer Kim Seungmin would be — she considers it, just a little. Goosebumps prickled along her arms, the back of her neck, beneath Seungmin’s deft fingers. She wishes, for a moment, that Seungmin would slide her hand an inch lower and touch her firmly. Except, this is exactly what Kim Seungmin wants; she wants to entice Minho into taking her back home and having her way, arouse her so much that the word ‘punishment’ is erased from her vocabulary. A second later, Minho snaps back to her senses. Whenever Seungmin thinks she’s being bold, when she believes she has the upper hand, Minho makes it a point to be worse .
So, she twists around in Seungmin’s hold, facing her. Then, she grips Seungmin by the jaw and pulls her in for a long, deep kiss. To Seungmin, there is a difference between being a tease and real PDA: hand beneath clothes, fingers toying with hems, lingering touches to inappropriate places; they are all pawns to a larger game. This, though, a passionate kiss? Real. It’s too real for public spaces, uncomfortable. Trapped against her, Seungmin squirms, and she tries to prise Minho’s fingers off, but Minho’s grip is practised and strong. It’s a reminder that they are the inverse of a cat and a dog’s evolutionary dynamic — where a dog is a cat’s predator, Seungmin is Minho’s prey.
Truthfully, Minho isn’t into PDA either, so once her point is established, she lets Seungmin go. Seungmin, who stumbles backwards into their shopping cart, is flustered and disoriented, cherry red all the way down to her collarbones. Warmth speckles Minho’s cheeks too; she knows her ears are hot, but it’s easily ignored in favour of seeing Seungmin so embarrassed. She’s just as adorable like this as she is angry. “ Minho, ” says Seungmin, bewildered. “What the hell?”
She’s sure she’s not as intimidating as she’d like to be with her flushed cheeks and pink ears, yet Minho can’t help but make fun of Seungmin. Minho tilts her head — innocent and wide-eyed. “What’s wrong, puppy?” Her phone displays her grocery list; when Seungmin opens her mouth to respond, Minho switches over to the plug’s app and turns it up high.
Whatever Seungmin was going to say, is instead yanked from her throat in a dog-like yelp. She drops down into a crouch, one hand holding herself steady on the supermarket floor, and the other is raised above her head, gripping onto the cart like her life depends on it. “Okay! Okay, I’m sorry!” cries Seungmin, through clenched teeth. There’s some sort of sadistic pleasure to seeing Seungmin like this, that makes Minho want to point and laugh. Her knees knock once and Seungmin almost falls on her ass, though she manages to stay in her squat. “Turn it off, please , oh, unnie . I swear I’m sorry!”
“You say that all the time and never change your bad behaviour,” Minho counters. “I’m not sure you really understand what apologising is supposed to mean. Maybe this time you’ll learn.” She coos at Seungmin in a sing-song tone, passive-aggressively rude and condescending. “Poor puppy.”
If this were really too much, if Seungmin were deeply uncomfortable, Minho trusts that she would safeword, but she doesn’t -- so Minho keeps it going, for as long as she can. It isn’t often that Seungmin is on display like this, where Minho can observe her from afar. Watching Seungmin crumble right in front of her is quickly turning into something addicting; she makes a mental note to take a step back again soon. There’s something so hopeless about Seungmin that strikes a perverse chord in Minho’s belly: Seungmin’s wobbling legs, her trembling arms. Mouth pressed into a thin line, so that she doesn’t make any inappropriate noises inside the grocery store. It’s so quiet, though, that even a couple of feet away, Minho can hear the tiny whimpers that Seungmin’s trying so hard to keep in. It’s so sweet.
But it isn’t enough, not to Minho, who thinks that Seungmin should suffer a little bit more while the aisle is still clear. She messes with the vibrator, swiping her thumb up and down her phone screen leisurely, just to keep Seungmin on her toes. Letting the same level go for too long would only result in Seungmin getting used to the stimulation, and Minho can’t have that. Besides, as the minutes tick by, more of the population wakes up with the need to run errands. The store will get busier very soon, and they won’t be able to mess around with discretion anymore.
After a small handful of minutes, Seungmin’s eyes go wide and panicked. Minho imagines her hair puffing up like a Ghibli character with how frazzled she is. “ Unnie, ” she gasps through a stutter. “I think -- I’m close,” Seungmin says it urgently, as if wringing an orgasm out of her in the middle of the deodorant aisle wasn’t the goal here. An embarrassing, public orgasm is exactly the sort of thing to stick in the back of Seungmin’s mind like school glue, peeling to the front the next time she thinks about acting out.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Minho feigns bemused concern, the corners of her sadistic kitten grin tipping downwards into a frown. “Your stomach hurts?”
For an accident, Seungmin’s tragic little ‘ Mmmhhh ’ when she comes is pretty committed to the bit, almost like she’s following the script, too. Seungmin collapses into a puddle on the ground after her thighs give out, and her noodle arms can’t hold her up anymore. Like any other concerned girlfriend, Minho rushes over. “Oh, baby, are you alright?” Minho hauls up long-limbed, floppy Kim Seungmin by the bicep, giving her a look-over with furrowed eyebrows, while Seungmin stares at her, dazed and confused. “Let’s get you to the bathroom, you look sick!”
This close, Minho can detect the minute changes in Seungmin’s facial expression, and she sadistically drinks in the subtle morph from perplexion to a flash of fear. A lot of the time, Minho can’t help her sly smiles when she’s too pleased about something evil, and this is one of them. What kind of girl is smiling because her girlfriend is sick? Minho, apparently. She wraps a strong arm around Seungmin’s shoulder and darts in for a comforting kiss on her flushed cheek.
Together, they navigate to the very back of the store, where the family restrooms are located. Minho slots her cart against the wall and tugs her tote bag over her shoulder to bring with her while she scoots Seungmin inside the bathroom. The room is a large square, with a line of hooks on the wall beside the door that Minho hangs her bag from. Along the left wall stands a porcelain sink with a mirror, and towards the back corner is the toilet. To the right is a trash can, a hand dryer, and an alcove where a parent can change their kid. They don’t really need anything in here besides the privacy it grants them -- and a place to sit. Well, now that she thinks about it, Minho thinks she could make good use of the mirror, too.
Seungmin lingers in front of the door. She’s very pathetic looking, like a sopping wet dog, which she is , technically. Minho giggles, looking her up and down, and the taunting makes Seungmin take a step back towards the corner. With a shake of her head, Minho tuts at her. “Stay, puppy.” Even as she glares, Seungmin is obedient and doesn’t move while Minho makes herself busy with the travel pack of sanitising wipes she had thrown in her bag before they left.
Now, Seungmin straightens, watching Minho wipe down the entire toilet area: the seat, the silver accessibility bars, the floor . Minho imagines her puppy ears perked up, a wagging tail thumping on the wall with Seungmin’s growing interest. It’s as if Minho were dangling her favourite chew toy right in front of her. In a way, that’s exactly what Minho is doing. She’s teasing her with the promise of something fun, allowing Seungmin to expect the finishing touches of a scene, the tender touches of a post-punishment reward. But what Seungmin doesn’t realise is that the punishment was never over to begin with. Their time in this bathroom is only an extension of it.
Once Minho is through with cleaning the toilet, she throws the wipes away and washes her hands at the sink. All the while, Seungmin dutifully waits. Minho dries her hands off on her shorts, but doesn’t move any closer to Seungmin. Instead, she points and curls her finger with a teasing command: “Come, doggy.”
Seungmin obeys with unsure steps. When she’s in range, Minho claps her palm around the back of Seungmin’s neck and pulls her close. “Look,” she tells Seungmin, nodding towards the mirror. Through the glass, they lcok eyes — Minho in a simple black cami and jean shorts, so much bitable skin exposed. And then there’s Seungmin in her baggy jorts and baggier t-shirt, looking like a damp, pitiful street mutt. With her other hand, Minho traces the line of her own throat with a finger, brushing over the dull bite marks left from Seungmin the night before. Her finger settles on the two overlapping, full rows of teeth pockmarked into her skin just twenty minutes ago. “Do you see what you did? What a bad girl, hmm? Naughty puppies get spanked, you know.”
Minho sees Seungmin’s gaze trail down to her shoulder, the lick of her lips, like she wants to sink her canines into Minho’s soft flesh again. With a tsk , Minho shakes her much like a mother cat scruffs a kitten. “Count them. Each bruise you’ve left on me.”
“Unnie,” whispers Seungmin, petering off. There’s nothing tucked underneath her tongue that could support an argument now. Her hand lifts up, first to the spot on Minho’s jaw below her ear. Last night, Seungmin had nipped her there. “One?” Minho nods, confirming: “Even if it’s faint.” Seungin’s long, delicate finger travels down to Minho’s Adam’s apple, nail gently scraping the faded indigo bruise. “Two.”
Thin thumb, pressing against the freshly indented teeth-shaped craters. “Four,” Seungmin continues. Minho hisses, redirecting Seungmin’s hand to the top of her breast, a bite narrowly escaping the seam of her tank top. “Five.” Two more pale bruises are stamped on her other breast, making a total of seven that Seungmin finishes off quietly.
“Good girl,” smirks Minho, petting Seungmin’s head. “Seven spanks for the puppy. Except — what was it that I said, earlier this week? Bad behaviour adds up?” Her hand slides back down to cup Seungmin’s neck, and she thumbs at the soft skin there. “How many times do you think you acted out that day? I kept score, darling.” After a moment with no response, Minho turns her alluring gaze onto Seungmin, who shrinks beneath the weight of it. “Well?”
For another second, Seungmin silently stares down at Minho’s collarbone. “I don’t remember.”
Minho hands her a bone: “Six,” she supplies. “What’s six plus seven, pup? You can manage that, right? Surely you aren’t that dumb.”
There is still enough sense left in Seungmin to glare. “ Thirteen .”
She says it with so much distaste that it makes Minho laugh, removing her hand to pinch Seungmin’s cheek. “Cutie. Come, then.”
Minho leads Seungmin over to the disinfected toilet and sits. They stare at each other momentarily, until Minho rolls her eyes and pats her thigh. “Up!” Seungmin still seems very unconvinced, clearly working through logistics in her head, so Minho sighs and yanks her close by her belt loops. “Don’t start thinking now, silly girl.” Ignoring Seungmin’s little scoff, she unbuttons Seungmin’s shorts and pulls them, with her underwear, just below the swell of her ass. Since Seungmin’s shorts are so baggy, they don’t restrict her thighs as she climbs up and straddles Minho’s lap, arms naturally coming to rest on her shoulders.
“What if the toilet breaks, unnie?” asks Seungmin distrustfully, and Minho laughs at her.
Her face is so close now, Minho can’t help herself -- she leans forward and gives Seungmin a chaste kiss. “Didn’t I just say to stop thinking, darling? Come on,” she gives a warning pat to Seungmin’s butt. “All you need to do is be good and count. Can you do that, puppy?”
Seungmin sighs, nods. Minho grins up at her, feeling evil. With her right hand, she delivers the first smack, and with her left, she picks up her phone, abandoned on the toilet paper holder, and turns the plug back on. “Oh!” Seungmin gasps, jolting against her. “One.”
“Perfect.” Minho tucks a lock of brown hair behind Seungmin’s ear, wanting to see all of her pretty face, the twin trails of tears long dried by now. Then, she gives the other side a spank. “Two,” mutters Seungmin, thighs squeezing around her hips. The next couple fire off in succession, which Seungmin counts breathily.
It’s too tame. Minho had set the vibrations low on purpose, so that she could raise them as needed, but she hadn’t expected to need to after only four spanks. The issue is that Seungmin just isn’t as pathetic anymore, as messy as she was earlier. She’d had enough time to recover from her first orgasm, and it isn’t pleasing Minho at all. She craves to see Seungmin at her worst. She must make Seungmin worse.
So Minho swipes on her phone and brings the vibrations up high.
The consequences are immediate: Seungmin yelps, tightening her entire body around Minho like a parasite, and buries her face in Minho’s shoulder. Naturally, as startled puppies do, she nips, and Minho has to do damage control. She takes a fistful of Seungmin’s hair and lugs her back, away from her throat, and looks at her sternly. “Bad girl,” she scolds. “You know better.”
“Unnie,” Seungmin whines, hips stuttering. “Ah, unnie, it’s so much, I can’t-”
A well-timed spank interrupts her. “You can .”
Seungmin stutters out her count, and the following one, when Minho smacks her again. For the rest of coming spanks, Seungmin takes them well, but her hips don’t stop moving, grinding down against her plug and rutting on Minho’s lap. She allows it only because it’s so cute how after an orgasm or two, Seungmin turns pliant, properly put in her place. There’s always a point where Seungmin loses, no matter what; her brattiness is just a game of who has the upper hand the longest. Now, Seungmin is whittled down to only her deperate dog instincts.
As they near the last of the spanks, Minho realises that Seungmin is close. Spanking seems to get her needier than most things, which is why Minho likes to do it so much. It’s a punishment that Seungmin doesn’t exactly like , but that’s what gets her off -- so maybe she does like it, in a convoluted way. For the tenth and eleventh hits, Minho aims lower; not the best angle, but an area that hurts more, the crease where Seungmin’s ass meets her thigh. She hits it consecutively.
The sting there is good, Minho knows because she can feel it in her palm, how hard she was able to smack Seungmin despite the uncomfortable way her wrist needed to bend to reach. She also knows, because Seungmin’s nails dig into her shoulders while she bites her lip and comes. Minho coos, delivering the last two spanks in the same manner while Seungmin rides out her second orgasm of the day. She plans to wring one more out of Seungmin, and one of her own, too. Maybe they shouldn’t be taking so much time in the bathroom but, well; Seungmin’s ill , after all.
“That’s my girl,” whispers Minho into Seungmin’s throat. She leaves gentle kisses, not wanting to overstimulate her when the plug is doing that for her. Seungmin obediently finishes her count with a quiet ‘thirteen’.
A long moment passes, where Seungmin shakes in her lap and Minho drinks in her discomfort with ravenous, feline eyes. She wishes she could eat Seungmin whole right here, but then she wouldn’t have any Seungmin left to observe. Either way, she’d be left unsatisfied.
“Unnie,” Seungmin calls with a wavering voice. Minho hums. “Are you -- are you gonna turn it off?”
Minho goes ‘ hmmm ’, as though she even has to think about it. Of course she isn’t. “No, I don’t think so. Sorry, pup!”
Seungmin gives her a desperately confused look. “No?”
“No.” Instead, Minho uses her new strength and shoves Seungmin into a heap on the floor. She lifts up just enough to take her shorts and underwear off, until they’re hanging off one ankle. By then, Seungmin has lifted herself up onto her knees, trembling arms hardly keeping her stable. When Seungmin raises her head, looking up at her with her cute, pouty mouth and beautiful watery eyes, Minho smiles and opens her legs. “Go on,” she coaxes. “Since you wanted to give me head so bad.”
“Please, unnie,” begs Seungmin, rather than doing as she’s asked. Minho frowns. “It hurts.”
“I know, darling. But I’m not going to turn it off until you’ve earned it, baby. Be a good girl for unnie.”
In lieu of having to use her human words, Seungmin instead scoots closer. There’s a second of hesitation, when Seungmin leans in close to Minho’s cunt, and Minho knows it’s because of the toilet. Dirty toilet bowls aren’t anything a dog worries about, though -- Seungmin sucks in a breath and uses a thumb to spread her labia open. She’s unnaturally shy, at first, until Minho realises that it isn’t really shyness at all, but the overstimulation leaving Seungmin unable to focus. It’s adorable. Minho urges her on with a hand on her head, long nails scratching at her scalp. Seungmin moans, quiet and gentle.
Once Seungmin gets into it, the low-simmering arousal that had settled in her belly long before they arrived at the store, builds. Seungmin is really good at this -- eating pussy; loves it, too. Leaves Minho with no room to complain, nowhere for desire to be left. It’s a symptom of Seungmin’s perfectionist tendencies, she thinks. There were times when they had first started sleeping together, where it seemed like Seungmin was treating sex like a lesson on the workings of Minho’s body. And Kim Seungmin is nothing if not a diligent, hard-working student; she’s now intimately aware of all of the right ways to work her over. Since she’s been so good, Minho does her a favour and brings the plug’s vibrations down very low, but doesn’t turn them off quite yet.
Seungmin lets a glob of saliva dribble onto Minho’s pussy, knowing how messy she likes it. She scoops it onto her tongue and fucks it into Minho’s hole. One hand reaches around to gently pinch her clit, and Minho’s hips kick with the pleasure-pain of it. “Puppy,” she sighs affectionately, thighs flexing with the effort it takes to keep them from locking around Seungmin’s head -- not that Seungmin wouldn’t like it. “Eating out unnie so well. A treat for the puppy, hmm? Since you took your spankings so well.”
“ Mmhmm,” Seungmin groans into her cunt, eyes lidded and heady with her own arousal. She keeps her hand around Minho’s thigh, her first two fingers circling Minho’s clit slow and steady. Her tongue teases the sensitive entrance to her opening. Minho’s nerves fire in her most reactive of places, and she begins to feel like a taut, loaded spring; the threat of snapping is high.
Minho needs an umph , something that will provide enough tension to strain the spring into popping. And nothing gets her going more than fucking with Kim Seungmin. She laughs to herself and turns the vibrator back on high.
Accompanied by a full-body shudder, Seungmin keens into her pussy. Suddenly, Minho wishes they were doing this at home. She wants to see Seungmin in her real collar, delicate brown leather with cream lace, the matching leash wrapped around her fist. The brown fuzzy ears she had gotten Seungmin, who had been too embarrassed to wear them until recently, despite how eager she was to receive them. Wouldn’t Seungmin be so cute like that? Bare, except for a fluffy brown tail. Fuck.
But it’s not enough. Minho wants to twist pleasure out of Seungmin like a soaked towel, extract it like an oil rig out in the ocean. She’s greedy for it, and she’s insatiable. Even though Seungmin’s come twice, even though she’s taking the overstimulation in spades with only base-level complaint, Minho craves another. She maneuvers her foot between Seungmin’s legs and pretends that when Seungmin naturally begins to rut against her thrifted Docs, it’s because she was led by her leash.
“Come on, puppy,” she murmurs breathlessly, so close now that Seungmin has turned sloppy in the face of all the stimulation. “You’ve got it.” And yet, Seungmin still obediently works hard to get Minho off, mouth and fingers switching places. She sucks rhythmically at Minho’s clit and presses the pads of her fingers inside Minho’s cunt, rubbing delicously in search of her spot. Once she finds it, Seungmin abuses it, and the coil easily snaps.
Seungmin lets her ride out the orgasm on her face, fingers tirelessly keeping pace, even when Minho grips her hair and grinds against her. It dislodges Seungmin’s mouth, but her nose bumping against her clit feels good, too. Minho manages to keep herself quiet fine when she needs to, so the little whimpers escaping from Seungmin’s throat fuel her. She’s just so cute .
After Minho’s tense body deflates, trembling only from the aftershocks, Seungmin dislodges herself from Minho’s pussy and rests her forehead on her knee, focusing on her own budding orgasm, her third. This is what really satisfies her, watching Seungmin rut like dog on her shoe. She tells Seungmin so, earning a wavering whine. “Puppy girl, my Seungminnie,” drawls Minho, hooking a finger beneath the chain around her neck. “Are you close? Gonna come on unnie’s shoe?”
“I think,” she stutters, breath catching on a knot in her throat. She’s close, Minho notes. “I think so.” Seungmin’s pussy-damp fingers wrap around Minho’s calf, pulling the limb close to use as leverage. She tugs on the collar, not to pull her off, but for the pressure on her throat. Seungmin whimpers, twitching. Sniffles. It wasn’t very intense, couldn’t be after those first two, but Seungmin has come.
The punishment is over now, so Minho doesn’t torture her any longer, and turns the plug completely off. First, she stands and puts her clothes back on, before helping a slumped over Seungmin off of the floor. Minho pulls her shorts back up to her waist and buttons them for her, since she’s sure Seungmin’s trembling hands wouldn’t be able to. Seungmin’s face is wet with tears and Minho’s cum, hair stuck in her face. She brushes her bangs out of her face and looks her in the eyes. “How do you feel, Seungminnie? Okay?”
Seungmin nods. “Okay. Shaky.”
That’s normal, so Minho isn’t concerned about her body, except for her ass, but Minho didn’t hit hard enough that she wouldn’t be able to sit on the way home. “You did well, darling. I’m proud of you.” Pink flushes across Seungmin’s cheekbones and Minho kisses the trail. Then, she gives Seungmin a long, sweet kiss on the lips, disregarding all of the wetness. “Let’s get you cleaned up. What do you want for lunch? Unnie’s treat.”
While Minho wipes her face with the shitty public restroom paper towels, Seungmin thinks. “Can we get sandwiches from that deli by campus?”
Minho thumbs away a stray tear collecting on her lash line, presses another kiss into her skin. “Anything for you, my love.”