The bunny thing.. ━━━♡
Genre: 18+, just pure smut
Cw: BratTamer!Minho x Brat!FemReader, light petplay, swearing, alcohol, bunny ears kink, handcuffs, fucking against a wall, unprotected sex, fingering (f recieving), exhibitionism (a little)
Wc: 4k
Summary: That whole fucking bunny thing.. can you even be blamed for getting turned on everytime he put those ears on?
AN: triple homicide I literally boshed out 3 requests all at once, officer bunny min for the win oh my god wowee he's so hot this is so self indulgent
"I'm gonna make sure you can't walk out of this bathroom," he whispered, relishing in the way you trembled with anticipation. "Show everyone you were just being a brat because you needed to be fucked by your 'cute little bunny.'"
You let out a shaky sigh.
"Mm, don't think I forgot about all that," he laughed, his gravelly tone coursing through your veins. His grip on the cuffs tightened just enough for you to whine out, reminding you that he was the one calling the shots, punishing you. "Still think the ears are cute now?"
"Min," you gulped, your voice wobbling slightly, sighs tumbling from your lips. "Minho, they.. they'll all hear."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Good," he murmured, "they'll know I'm teaching you a lesson."
Minho really liked the bunny thing, you could tell.
Out of all the aspects of his crafted idol persona, that was one he genuinely enjoyed. Aegyo, strange fancalls, the intense spotlight on him at all times, you knew it all irked him. But the bunny thing?
Yeah, he liked that.
You knew by the way he sent you a photo everytime the stylists would add bunny accessories, or get him a hat or a headband with dangly white ears- it lit him up. He loved his skzoo, leebit. He loved when the fans leaned into the gimmick, gifting him little carrot plushies because, you know, he was the bunny.
Oftentimes he came home with the hats and the headbands and the pins and the gifts he was allowed to keep. And even on his off time, if he saw something with bunny ears he would get them, telling you that stays would probably like it- you just smiled and nodded.
He loved it.
You couldn't decide how you felt about the ears.
Well, of course you loved them, he looked so cute on stage with his toothy grin and white accessories. That was something you couldn't deny. But you also couldn't deny the strange swirl in your stomach when he would casually place the ears on at home with you.
Were you attracted to it? To the ears?
To.. the bunny thing?
It felt weird, he shared so much of that with fans, it felt like you were intruding by getting turned on when he wore a pair of animal ears.
Of course you didn't tell him that, you teased him about being such a cute little bunny until his ears went red. You waited until it wouldn't be deemed suspicious and jumped his bones, having him pound into you with his overwhelming dancer stamina- he never minded, he had the sex drive of a b..
A bunny.
Fuck.
For a fancy dress party, since he had so much of the stuff, Minho thought he'd make his costume bunny themed.
"Judy Hopps? The rabbit?" You cocked your head at the ears and police badge he held up at you.
"Come on, you can be Nick Wilde, it'll be cute." He rolled his eyes, "it's for couples, I can't do it without you. You'll be a sexy Mr Wilde, I swear."
That wasn't the problem.
The problem was Minho dressed up as a police officer with those damned ears on that worried you. How were you supposed to be normal around that? That and alcohol, no less.
You gulped.
"Look, I'll go show you how good the costumes will be, then you'll be convinced, hm?"
You didn't know about convinced.
"Sure," you nodded, a puff of amused air leaving your nose when he practically hopped away to the bedroom.
Your boyfriend borrowed the officer uniform from the recent skz code that they had finished filming as soon as he got a whiff of the costume party- ecstatic at the immediate idea that he had for a couples costume with you.
When he re-emerged you had to bite your lip to keep in an instinctual moan, you were lucky he was looking down fixing his tie when he sauntered back in so that he didn't see how quickly you snapped your thighs shut at the sight of him.
Fuck me.
"Now you can't tell me this doesn't look good," he smirked, leaning against the doorway and watching your eyes run down his body. "I know right."
He looked fucking delectable in that uniform. Long sleeved blue shirt hugging his arms and chest like a second skin, dark grey slacks painting his legs like the tempting trap they were, and those black boots, god. The police vest and the handcuffs too would've been enough for you to pounce and demand that you didn't show to tonights party, if it weren't for those ears.
Those fucking bunny ears, the headband itself was hidden in his hair, you couldn't even see where they were attached.
"And look," he raised his eyebrows and chin in a quick smug movement as he turnt to show the little white tail peaking out from his slacks.
What the fuck.
"How.. um, how is that-?"
"I cut a hole and wiggled it through from the inside, smart right? It won't fall off that way, and you can't see the elastic either."
You nodded, blushing from how embarrassing it was that you were dripping at the fact he was dressing up as a cartoon bunny. You couldn't even make out like it was the uniform because you didn't have this visceral a reaction when he came home to you last week in the same attire. Minus the accessories of course.
So you couldn't fucking do anything.
If he noticed he didn't point it out, luckily, favouring chucking the clothes he'd picked out for you instead into your lap.
"Try it on," he grinned, "you'll like it."
Eager to get out of his sight, you ran to the bathroom, dropping the clothes onto the closed toilet seat to star at your flustered expression in the mirror.
Fuck.
You turned on the tap to splash some cold water onto your flaming face.
Get ahold of yourself.
Breathing in shakily, you changed into the Nick Wilde costume that Minho had graciously found for you. He clearly wanted this to happen, you couldn't possibly say no to him when he seemed so excited, and besides- the costume was really good.
The green Hawaiian shirt that he found ran a little small so you had to keep the first few buttons undone, but that was probably part of his master plan. The cute beige skater skirt matched with the leg warmers, and the purple tie hung nicely under the collar. It definitely looked good on you, you'd give him that.
You braced yourself for the gorgeous sight of your bunny boyfriend again and unlocked the door to the bathroom.
"Fuck, see, sexy Mr Wilde, what did I say?" He grinned, pulling you out into the hallway until the two of you stood in front of the full length mirror.
Yeah, this was a great couples costume.
Minho laughed triumphantly to himself as he slipped a pair of fox ears into your hair, one hand coming down to hold your waist once he was finished. He watched you through the mirror.
"I told you it'd look good didn't I?"
"Yeah, it's good."
You could feel the shakiness in your tone betraying you, and you reached up to adjust the ears so that he wouldn't focus on the raging blush creeping up your neck.
"So?"
"So what?"
You kept your answers short, not wanting to accidentally let out how much you wanted him to ruin you with those damned ears on.
"So we look hot, do you want to stick with these costumes then?"
"Sure," you tossed your wrist flippantly, budging past him and back into the bathroom.
"Hey, if you really don't w-"
"I said it's good, Min, let's get ready."
Hiding how sexually frustrated you were from your boyfriend was getting harder with every drop of alcohol in your system- and you had been sending him some very mixed signals all evening. You hung off of his arm, staring up at his ears everytime he wasn't looking directly at you, though you'd turn away the second he tried to kiss you.
He huffed out playfully each time, wrongly assuming you were just being cute with him, but not pushing any further until you were sat on the couch besides him, just happy admiring your boyfriend while he engaged in conversation.
It was going well, no one was speaking to you, and you were well content to twirl your hair through your fingers, licking your lips as you clearly ogled him next to you. Heart eyes and fidgety body, anyone could tell what was going through your mind. The alcohol dulled your personal threshold of socially acceptable PDA, but you didn't care one bit.
Everything was fine.
Minho's hand came down to rest on your leg.
Everything was not fine.
You breathed in, holding the air in your lungs as he squeezed and gently moved down your thigh.
Oh no, no, no.
He didn't turn towards you, just kept talking like he wasn't almost edging you on the spot with just his hand. The further down your leg he travelled, the more the sirens in your mind blared, the red alarm lights clouding your intoxicated mind. He'd know, he'd feel it, he'd realise that you have some sort of weird raging kink for your boyfriend in bunny attire.
You quickly wrapped your hand around his wrist, stopping him from moving any further. He looked at you then.
His lusted smirk backed you into the point of no return, those fucking ears slipping to the side like they were real and he was actually moving them.
Oh god.
You scowled, pushing his hand off of you and knocking his balance a little.
The group looked over at the two of you for a second, but they moved on with their conversation easily enough as Minho turnt his body to corner the two of you out.
"You okay?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. They moved again, the headband adjusted to the centre of gravity change on his head.
"Fine," you clenched your jaw.
His eyebrows furrowed at you.
"Y/n, don't lie to me," Minho said sternly, making you gulp down the moan that threatened to bubble out.
"I'm not."
"You're not?"
Fuck, your man was gorgeous. He was the meaning of the word temptation, he was everything dangerous inside you, he was everything. He placed his gloved hand on your cheek, tilting your face up to his.
You shook your head in return, watching with half lidded eyes as he placed his other hand on the seatrest, looming over you while he pushed closer to kiss you. You hummed in pleasure when your lips connected, scissoring your thighs together, your hands immediately wrapping around his neck, tangling in his hair.
You wanted him so bad, you needed him, you'd needed him the whole evening.
Minho nibbled on your lip gently just when your fingers brushed over the headband hidden in his hair. Your eyes snapped open.
Shit.
With your hands flat on his chest, you pushed him back, albeit a little harder than you intended- and stood from the couch. His shocked and confused face wasn't enough to garner any sympathy from you when he'd been teasing you all evening with his costume, and you stalked off- barging past anyone that was in your way.
Stupid Minho in those stupid ears, looking all pretty, looking like he wants to fuck you.
Why did you have to have a thing for him dressed as a bunny?
You imagined his face between your legs, the ears peeking over the top so you could play with and tug on them while he ate you out. You imagined watching them slip further forward with every thrust into you, his little cotton tail shaking with the force. You imagined him with a collar and a leash on, mocking you, trying to goad you into using it but you were too far gone- too fucked out to think about anything other than how he was making you cum over and over again.
Minho caught up to you quickly.
You registered his figure in your line of sight a second too late, before you had a moment to react there wasn't enough time to dash away. He roughly yanked your wrist, pulling you against him for a beat before you were tumbling into a bathroom as he locked the door behind him. You stumbled back onto the closed toilet seat, gulping down your arousal.
Minho's dark eyes glared at you, his toned arms on show as he folded them over his chest, broad shoulders filling out the blue shirt with the rolled up sleeves. He looked down his nose at you, his jaw tightening and the bunny ears falling forward slightly. The sight of him was so intimidating, so fucking hot.
You stood your ground, straightening up, heart pounding in your chest, heat buzzing through your veins. The consequences of your actions were about to knock you off your feet, and you hated how much you were looking forward to it.
Minho took a step closer, the music outside nothing but a low thrumming now. His voice, low and controlled, sent a shiver down your spine. "What's your problem?"
You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but you couldn't resist rolling your eyes. "I don't have a problem."
His expression flashed dangerously, but there was a hint of something else there too- acknowledgment of the game you were playing. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice dropping even lower, "you've been acting up all night."
You gulped, biting your lip, and his eyes flashed with recognition at your reaction.
He knew.
Your boyfriend stalked forward, stopping inches away from where you were seated. The air between you felt thick with tension, it pooled between your legs. His gloved fingers tilted your face up to look at his, his grip on your chin a little rougher than usual. The way he looked down at you was so attractive, it made your breathing start to stutter.
"What the fuck is all the attitude for?" Minho's voice was a low growl, sending a shiver through you. His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. He didn't find one.
You couldn't help but be mesmerized by his sudden intensity, the way it made you feel both vulnerable and excited.
"Talk."
"I... I didn't mean to have an attitude," you stammered, your previous confidence dripping down the drain with every second.
Minho's grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "That's not what I asked." he furrowed his brows. "You think I can't tell when you're horny?"
Your breath hitched, the anticipation becoming unbearable. His touch, the closeness of his body, all the alcohol in your system- it all combined to create a steady mix of fear and desire. You had pissed him off, and there was no turning back now.
"My baby's all hot and bothered, but she's being a fucking brat about it." He narrowed his eyes, "what is it you're not telling me?"
"The ears.." You whispered, trailing off into just a breath of air. You tried to get away from his scrutinizing gaze but his grip on you was rock hard, forcing you into submission.
"Spit it out."
"The bunny thing!" You whined, scrunching your face up into a pout, "the ears and the.. the tail, it's.."
His smirk took the rest of your sentence away from you, the words dissapating on your tongue. You fell into a silence. Eyes flitting over his costume, the tie, the cuffs, the belt, the ears, god, the ears- you started to salivate.
"Oh, you like the bunny thing?" He cocked his head.
You nodded, swallowing thickly.
"Do these turn you on?" Minho grinned coyly, his free hand playing with the ear on the left.
You nodded again, a particularly deep breath bleeding into a longing moan.
"Didn't want to admit you were into that, huh?"
He chuckled lowly when you shook your head, gazing down into your lap where your hands fiddled.
"Acting out because you discovered a new kink," your boyfriend hummed, "were you embarrassed because the bunny ears got you all wet? Didn't want me to know?"
"Minho," you whined, his efforts to embarrass you further getting you impossibly more aroused.
"What? Am I wrong? Let's see."
He dipped down to his knees, crouching in front of where you sat, and slowly spread your knees open with a mischievous smirk. The man bunched your skirt up, revealing the sight of your drenched panties to his eager eyes.
"Oh look at you," he cooed, "poor baby."
He trailed one finger over the inside of your thighs, collecting the slick that had been dripping since he first tried on the costume- his face sparkled with awe.
"So fucking wet, no wonder you were being a brat, bet it aches so bad."
"Min please," you gulped, breathless already, "please touch me."
"All this because of a little headband?" He whistled, more to himself than you- completely ignoring your pleading and standing straight again. "You should've just told me."
"B-"
"Quiet."
You didn't need to be told twice.
"They all think I'm an asshole because you were acting up," he crossed his arms, though he didn't look too mad about it. "Asked me what I had said."
If you had witnessed the abrupt exit that you made as an onlooker then you would've thought he upset you too, yeah, you would've thought he was an asshole too.
"Get up."
You stood, your legs feeling like jelly, unsteady beneath you- barely holding your weight.
Minho's strong hands pushed you against the door, his forearm pressed over your shoulder blades to keep you pinned while his other hand cuffed your wrists behind your back. The click of the metal reverberated in your head, a small whimper leaving your lips as you tried to struggle away from his grasp.
His breath was hot against your skin, chuckling lowly as his body pressed against you, his unyielding grip on you contrasting with the feather like touches of his finger tips smoothing down your body until he got to the bottom of your skirt.
"I'm gonna make sure you can't walk out of this bathroom," he whispered, relishing in the way you trembled with anticipation. "Show everyone you were just being a brat because you needed to be fucked by your 'cute little bunny.'"
You released a shaky sigh.
"Mm, don't think I forgot about all that," he laughed, his gravelly tone coursing through your veins. His grip on the cuffs tightened just enough for you to whine out, reminding you that he was the one calling the shots, punishing you. "Still think the ears are cute now?"
His fingers dipped under your skirt, teasingly trailing over your panties, sticky with your arousal already.
"Min," you gulped, your voice wobbling slightly, sighs tumbling from your lips. "Minho, they.. they'll all hear."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Good," he murmured, "they'll know I'm teaching you a lesson."
His foot kicked between yours, forcing your legs further apart- still pressed roughly against the door. He smirked as you arched your back for him. Minho moved your underwear to the side, a low hum rumbling from his chest when he was met with no friction from your walls pushing his middle two fingers inside.
"Wow, you really like this, huh?" He smirked, closing his teeth around the shell of your ear, his husky voice melting your limbs. "Do you even need me to stretch you out?"
You violently shook your head, squeezing around his fingers while he slipped them in and out slowly- no resistance. He watched you wiggle in the cuffs, reacting to his actions.
He bit his lip.
"No? Why don't you tell me what you want?"
"Fuck me," the words falling from your lips without any hesitation, "I need you."
"Yeah? Do you need your bunny's cock, sweetheart?"
You nodded, looking over your shoulder at his smug face.
"Say it. Beg for it."
"Please Min," you gulped, "I need your cock, need my bunny's cock, please."
You never thought that the sound of a belt unbuckling could have you weak in the knees. But as the metallic clinking broke the rythmic sound of your heavy breathing mingling together, goosebumps raised to the surface of your skin, shivers running down your spine.
He worked slowly, tantalisingly, the sound of the leather sliding through the belt loops of his slacks heightening your senses. Minho dropped it to the floor and you gasped, breath catching in your throat when the next sounds you heard were his zipper and a low chuckle.
"Are you ready?"
He kissed your neck, one hand wrapped around himself- lining up with your entrance. The other he dug into your shoulder, keeping you pinned.
"Y-Yes, I'm ready."
Your boyfriend pushed into you, taking a hold of your waist as he groaned out louder with every inch, resting his forehead on the back of your head.
"I want to hear you."
He bottomed out with no resistance, slowly pulling out until only his tip remained inside you-
"I want them to hear you."
Slamming back inside, he ripped gutteral moans out of your throat as your body thudded against the door with his every thrust.
"I want them all to know what I'm doing to you."
The rythmic pounding of the wood against the door frame, the poor little bathroom latch straining and clanking, the loud jingling of the handcuffs chains- Minho's deep groans, your desperate whimpers and moans, it wasn't hard to guess.
"Fuck," he breathed into your hair, grasping at your hips, shoving your pussy down on his cock to meet his every thrust. "You're so fucking wet."
You managed to open your eyes, your cheek wedged against the hard surface. Minho stared down, squeezing your flesh between his fingers, licking his lips- unable to take his eyes away from the sight of his cock dissapearing into you.
Flushed red face, intense and fierce, drops of sweat gathering under his chin. The bunny ears were slipping further and further down his head with every thrust just like you'd imagined and you felt like you were going insane.
He noticed you clenching wildly, his smirk stretching into a grin when he noticed you were fixated on his headband.
"Are you gonna cum?" He asked, tilting his head.
Your whines were getting louder, pitching up, and your hands were helplessly pulling against the handcuffs- if he hadn't had you pinned in place he was sure you'd have been squirming all over the place. He knew you were close.
You nodded wildly, screaming in pleasure as he slammed into you repeatedly, hitting that spongy spot inside of you with every hard stroke. So deep, so full, so fast. The knot in your stomach strained, barely holding itself together, little strings snapping every time his thrusts shoved you against the door.
"M-Minho.. oh god, I'm close!"
"That's it, fucking scream my name."
"Minho! Fuck, Min-!"
Ragged whimpers tumbled out of your mouth when you came, melting between your boyfriend and the door- your legs almost giving out underneath you. Minho squeezed your ass, throwing his head back- one, two, three more hard thrusts until he bottomed out and stayed there, emptying his cum into you with a relieved sigh.
In a swift movement, he pulled your panties back from the side, cupping your core with his palm.
"My snack for when we get home," he snickered, pulling down the back of your skirt, taking a second to admire your slumped, fucked out figure against the door. "Are you okay baby?"
"Mhm," you nodded dreamily, flexing your wrists as he twisted the little key in the lock of the cuffs to let them drop to the floor.
Minho's gentle touch to your cheeks was a deceptive switch up from his rough treatment of you a minute ago. He pressed his soft lips against yours, eyes sparkling when he pulled back with a pretty smile.
"Such a cute little bunny," you hummed.
"Careful," he smirked, "or I won't be able to wait until we get out of here."
"Yeah? What's stopping you?"
Knock! Knock!
Shit.
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