#imagine someone coming to my office coincidentally when it was playing without earphones and hearing THAT

[mexashepot]

Alone at the office.

Pros: I can listen to music without earphones.

Cons: I cannot listen to the orgy song from Iceville

[starryseung]

can i request minho enemies to lovers ?

lee minho + smut

word count: 3.6k words

warnings; oral (both), enemies to lovers, dry humping, slight overstimulation

Lockers

“Fuck you.”

“Oh really? Well fuck you too!” you snap back at the taller male, hands closed in a tight fist.

It was one of the hundred fights you had with your high school rival. Lee Minho. Of course, each school had a unique pair, the kind who are always at each other’s throats, jabbing at each other with vulgar comments, and none of the other students know why. People assumed you both had a past, a never ending fight, a relationship gone wrong.

But in the grand case of you and Minho, there was no such misunderstanding. There was nothing in between you two, ever, and you were always at war with each other for no damn reason. And none of your friends or school mates knew why you two had fumes rising when your eyes met.

The school year had just begun a few weeks ago, and when the lockers were assigned, yours was coincidentally right next to his. Thus every morning started with gossips and tea spills throughout the school now. Just like how it was going to be, today as well.

Someone had vandalized his locker, drawing penises and other unexplainable things, and he obviously held you accountable. You had gone for a trip out to the nearby town with your parents, so hadn’t even come to school for the past week. How could you do something without even being there! You cussed at each other for a couple minutes, throwing crumpled paper and unpredictable forehead flicks at each other. That was until you slightly pushed his shoulder, which was enough to send him off-board.

“Don’t take advantage of the fact that I don’t hit girls—“

“Girls and boys, leave for classes right now!”, your headmistress’s voice boomed throughout the corridor, and all the students that had slowly gathered around the scene started to scurry away to their classes.

“Not so fast, Mr. Lee. You and y/n, my office. Now.” She gestures towards the end of the hall just as the two of you are about to leave.

You and Minho walk towards her office, giving each other death glares occasionally. Just as you reach the general waiting area, she walks past you two as if you two were completely invisible, and heads to her cabin.

“You two can sit and wait! She’ll call you in a while,” the chirpy lady squeaks out, motioning you to sit down.

You take a seat, bouncing your knee up and down. Considering there was place for two only, Minho decides to stand, as he wanted to be as far away from you. You realize and get up from your position, huffing and pointing to the now empty seat.You despised him, but you had a heart.

He sighs, slowly walking over to the couch and sitting down. After a few seconds, he sighs again, feeling bad for making you stand up.

“You don’t have to act like you’re kind. You can sit.”

Wait. Did he think you felt pity on him?

“No, it’s okay. I don’t need your orders. I’ll sit when I want to.”

So much for being kind.

“Fine! Stand.”

A few minutes pass by, and you sense the pain rising from your calves. Your ego was taking the best of you, and you huff and walk over to the congested couch, plopping down next to Minho. He grins, crossing his hands mentally celebrating his victory over you.

You start bouncing your knee again, waiting for the lady inside the cabin in front of you to call you in so that you don’t waste the whole day out here. Minho notices your moving state, and he clicks his tongue, placing a stiff hand on your thigh to stop it from moving and slowly vibrating the entire couch.

“Stop it. It’s annoying.”

You gulp and sit back, relaxing your tense muscles. Acting was hard. You couldn’t pretend that his recent action didn’t affect you. You straighten your t-shirt, fumbling around with the hem.

Just as you think your head was going to explode with all the awkward silence, the secretary walks in, all bright and smiling.

“Come in, kids. She’s calling you in.”

You and Minho get up and you let the taller male walk ahead of you. He pushes the door handle downwards and the old door creaks open, revealing your headmistress sitting on her leather chair. She motions you two to walk in, pointing at the chairs in front of her.

“So, tell me. What was happening out there.”

Minho takes a breath before starting off, but you beat him to it.

“Mrs. Ahn, you know I was out with my parents for the past week. I wasn’t in contact with anyone from the school either! And Minho, here, has the audacity to blame me for drawing… stuff, on his locker! And when I was defending myself, he pushed me—”

“She might’ve come early in the morning and done this! I promise, Mrs. Ahn, this is 100% done by this woman here. You can check today's camera footage!”

And thus, you, Minho, Mrs. Ahn and Mr. Song from the IT department were stuffed into the cabin, with the old man working his way through some files to check out that morning’s footage.

“Here it is,” he announces, hitting play.

The video, after a few skips, does reveal a tall masked man, searching for something, preferably Minho’s locker number, and just pulled out a spray can before vandalizing the school property. Mrs. Ahn gasps softly, and Minho frowns, and you immediately cross your hands, cocking your eyebrow at Minho.

“See? That’s not me.”

“It’s your brother!”

“I don’t even have a brother!—”

“Silence! Thank you Mr. Song, you may leave now. And you two. Stop bickering like small children. You are adults. Behave like it— make amends, and only then you’ll be allowed to leave.”

You both groan and get up, apologizing under your breaths before looking over at the old woman.

“That’s not enough. Give each other a hug.”

“Yeah, no, I think we’ve forgiven each other alre— oomph”

Minho grins, pulling you into a rough hug, and Mrs. Ahn laughs aloud. You push Minho away, fixing your clothes and bowing to your principal before leaving. Minho turns to the woman behind the desk, smiling warmly at her before walking away.

The rest of the day goes rather quickly (because you stayed at the office for most of it) and you call your friend to get her to drop you home, since your Dad must be exhausted from all the traveling last night.

“Hey fish head! This way!”

You groan, cursing under your breath before turning on your heels to look at Minho along with… Mrs. Ahn?

“Good Afternoon, Mrs. Ahn. I was just heading home. Anything important?”

“Yes, actually. Very important. For the past year, I’ve seen you and Minho fight endlessly, and it’s time to put this war to an end.”

You cock your head in confusion, not understanding what she had in mind.

“I want you and Minho to go out today. Just the two of you. You can think of it as a date, a study session, whatever you want. This fight has to end, and I think it’s time for us to intervene before it gets bigger, and… more violent.”

“I don’t think that’ll be something you’d have to worry about, Mrs. Ahn. Minho and I are doing just fine! You don’t have to interfere, really—”

“I wasn’t asking, y/n.”

She replies, displaying a toothy smile. She walks past you and Minho, who simply smirks at you, and she leaves before announcing, and you scowl.

“I need proof!”

Minho chuckles, walking past you as well before whispering, “Today at 6? You know where the Pearl Restaurant is, right?”

Your eyes go wide at the mention of the venue. This… dude, was going to take you to one of Korea’s top notch restaurants?

“Yeah, meet me at the café next to it. Bye!”

You stomp your feet in annoyance, walking away to your friend’s car waiting at the entrance.

—

You didn't believe yourself either, but yes; by the time it was 5, you had dressed up. and now you were lying in your bed, contemplating if you should actually go on the date and fulfill his ego, or, he could just photo-shop a picture of you and him at the restaurant and send it to Mrs. Ahn to fulfill her ego.

You decided to call Minho, if he would be accepting of your plan.

"Hey? Do you know how to use Photoshop?"

A laugh resonates from the other line, before Minho responds.

"I had that plan too, y/n. But I suddenly forgot how to start a computer at this point of time? I was going to ask you the same thing! But then I realized that you might not know what a computer is, in the first place," he laughs again, agitating you even more. "I'm surprised you had high hopes from someone you hate?"

You could hear the cockiness in his voice. You could practically imagine that he was grinning as if he had just K.O–ed you (which, no doubt, he had) and you could even hear the sass dripping out of your phone.

"Guess what! I'm freaking coming now, you asshole."

You hang up just as you finish hearing his laughter through the static line. You scream into your pillow and pray that this goes well.

Taking a cab to the cafe Minho had told you to come by, you walk across the street to see him through the glass enclosure of the small aesthetic cafe.

Minho had worn a black tee with some skinny jeans, his earphones plugged in as he tapped his foot lightly on the wooden ground. His pointy nose was hidden behind a black mask, and veiny his hands clasped his phone loosely as he waited for you.

You shudder, thinking about how you were slowly falling for him. You shake off the vague feeling before walking ahead, slowly opening the crimson coloured door. The bell above it jingles softly, and your lungs fill with the warm smell of coffee brewing in the four walls. Minho looks up at you, and he smirks behind his mask as he drinks in your beauty.

You had worn a baby blue sundress, with a silver bracelet your friend had gifted you a while ago. You smile at him and walk over to the table he was at, taking a seat on the opposite side of the booth. He pulls down his mask, enough for his plush pink lips to jut out.

"So, you came, huh?"

"Did you leave me any choice?"

He laughs and shakes his head, slyly reaching out his hand to place it on top of yours which was on the table. You cringe at the sudden wave of emotions in you. You didn't know how to react to his action. Do you not react? Or do you smile? Or wait, do you put another hand on top of his? Your mind was going haywire and was running a speed of a hundred miles a second. Thousands of thoughts run in your mind, and a few so dirty that your breathing hitched in your throat. Minho looks up at you, blank eyes staring back at you.

"You good?"

"Y–yeah. I'm great. Let's just click the picture and get over with this shit."

The waitress walks up to you two and places two menu cards between you. You pick up one, slowly flipping through the pages as your eyes scan for your favourite drink.

"Do you have any favorite kinks?"

"What?!"

"What. Do you have any favorite drinks? There's plenty here…" he trails off.

You shiver. Why was this happening! Did you start hallucinating? In front of someone you hate? Just so he could make fun of you later on?

"I think I need to use the restroom? Yeah I guess, I'll be back in a bit." you ramble, shuffling out of the seat to walk over to the washroom.

You walk inside the small washroom, quickly rushing to a sink and washing your face. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing up your hair and breathing in and out a few times. You mentally prep yourself up for whatever you had to face outside.

After a few minutes of catching your breath and creepily talking to yourself, you walk out. But when you look up, Minho wasn't there in his seat anymore. Neither was his phone, or whatever else he was carrying with him. You look around, and your eyes fall outside the cafe, and you stare as Minho has his hands behind his back, looking around at the streets. Why was he out? You walk out of the small cafe, bowing to the waiter who held the door open for you.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"The coffee was fucking disgusting. Let's go somewhere else."

"Are we seriously continuing this? Just take a picture so we can go back to hating each other," you whine out of annoyance, stomping your feet on the concrete sidewalk.

"Let's go to your place then."

"It's not really clean…" you say with a shrug as you remember the mess your roommate had made before leaving the apartment for the night.

"It's okay! I bet my house is worse."

—

"Okay I take that back. Your house is a dumpster."

"Hey!"

You and Minho reached your apartment, and you knew he was going to day something snarky to piss you off. You sigh and pull him inside the house. You didn't want to deal with another mom–like figure again.

“You can sit, I’ll get something for you.”

“No it’s good I don’t need anything. That coffee made me lose my appetite for the next decade.”

You laugh, placing down your purse on the shelf before walking Minho to your room. Your roommate had strictly warned you to not bring boys to the dorm, and when she was the first one to break the rule, she covered it up by saying they shouldn’t be in the living room or whatever.

Minho plops himself on the single couch, looking around in your room. He looks at you going into the bathroom— probably to change —and uses this moment to check out your room.

You leave the bathroom door half open, since the strong stench of fish cooked by your neighbors filled the small space. You weren’t doing any personal business anyways, just opening the little-too-tight messy bun and combing through your locks for the usual bedtime.

Minho found your bed more comfortable than the rough couch, so he decided to settle himself on it, looking at the small photo frames with pictures of you with your friends and family in them. He hears a thud from your side, looking over in delight if you’ve finally messed something. Instead, he was met with your petite frame picking up the wooden brush you had dropped, resuming to combing through your hair. He wasn’t disappointed, though.

You weren’t just a pretty face to him. You had a beautiful soul. He definitely thought you were cute, and he had fallen for you since day one. And now your actions were just fueling his desire. He sighs, looking down when your eyes meet his through the mirror. You finish off your routine and step out, a soft smile dancing on your lips as you walk over to Minho. You hop onto the bed, crossing your legs and facing him.

“So uhh… who's your favourite artist?”

“Can I kiss you?” Minho asks. His cheeks flush red in embarrassment when you ask something completely unrelated to his request.

“Um, I think so? Yeah. Yes you ca—”

Minho stops you midway by pushing his pink lips onto your chapped ones, grinning cheekily. You can hear the fireworks bursting in your insides, and you try your hardest to stop yourself from smiling wide into the kiss. Minho gently places a hand on your thigh, resting it there until you take initiative and slowly pull away.

He looks at you with soft but dark eyes, lips red and wet from the kiss. You look back at him hungrily, this time leaning over and kissing him. The second time was way better— more confident, lustful, rough, passionate. You coil your arms around his neck, moving deeper and ahead onto his lap. You sit above him straddling him, while he holds you down in place with a strong grip on your waist.

You moan softly when he bucks his hips, slightly grinding into you. He breaks the kiss and falls back on the pillow with hooded eyes and a smirk, having you seated in his lap. You quickly shuffle and pop open his jeans, dragging them down steadily. He slightly sits back up and pulls you into a heated kiss, moving his lips in sync with yours.

You groan when he starts running his hand down your back, unzipping the blue dress. When you’re finally free out of the garment, you resume grinding down on the male as he throws his head back on the pillow, incoherent profanities and moans spilling out his lips. You feel impatience bubbling in you and you pull down the material off of him.

“Wait.”

You look up at him, confusion and curiosity building up in you. He picks you up by the waist and places you down on your back next to him, as he climbs up above you. He latches his lips on your neck, sucking various spots and watching in satisfaction as the purples and reds bloom on the skin. He kisses down your form, pecking your chest, to your abdomen and finally reaches your core.

He licks a tight strip up from your folds to your clit, and you whine at the tease. He smirks, gliding his fingers up and down your cunt. You arch your back reflexively, gripping the sheets under you tightly. Minho looks at you through drowsy eyes, smirking as he feels you crumbling under him.

He prods one finger at your entrance, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper. You moan louder at the intense feeling burning in your core, and Minho starts thrusting his digits in and out of your hole. You feel the pressure building up in you, and just then he adds two more fingers and curls them in you. It was as if an invisible force was tearing you apart, pleasure eating you up.

He hisses as he pumps his fingers in you at an unbelievable pace, reaching his other hand to your breasts and toying with your nipples. You dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, bringing the other hand over Minho’s which played with your boobs.

The burning feeling in your abdomen nothing but rises, and you feel yourself losing your mind as you fall closer and closer to your orgasm. You feel a soft sensation pressed against your clit, and your eyes flutter open as you look at Minho licking and kissing your clit as he humps the bed, driving you insane. He grazes his teeth above your clit, and you let yourself lose, the knot inside you untying. Your juices escape you and Minho licks and laps them up like he was a man starved.

You whine at the overstimulation, and he slowly pulls his fingers out. He sits up as you catch your breath, and sits at the edge of the bed. You crawl down and position yourself between his feet, placing your palms above his thighs. You lick his hard shaft from bottom to top, one hand slowly pumping his base. He sighs deeply, dropping his head down while biting his lip.

You lick his tip one last time, before hollowing your mouth and going down on him. You take him in one go, using your hands for what wasn't going to fit. His tip brushes the back of your throat, and you press your tongue flat against his cock.

He grunts at your pace, holding a fistful of your hair before thrusting harshly in your mouth. Tears spring in your eyes as you take him whole, never leaving his cock void of your touch. He bucks his hips up, loosening his tight grip on your scalp, as you feel his shaft swell. You slide up with a pop, using your hand instead, and pumping him at a quick pace.

You use your other hand to press your fingers on his slit, smothering the pre-cum all over the tip. The sensations send him overboard, and before you know it, he moans and groans as his high washes over him, liquids covering your hand and wrists.

He catches his own breath, as you rush over to your nightstand to grab a couple of wet wipes. You clean up your hands, walking back over to him and handing some to do his business. He swabs off the sweat and struts lazily to the washroom, washing up so that he could leave. You look at him, upset that he was going.

"You're going?"

"You want me to stay?"

"Me? Want you to stay? Pfft yeah right."

You both laugh awkwardly, as he starts getting dressed up.

"No actually, uhh my roommate is a bitch so she apparently doesn't want guys around and stuff so… yeah. I mean I totally wouldn't mind, you know."

"Yeah that's alright, my roommate must be waiting for me. I told him I'd be up to play a game or two."

"Sure. See you."

He grins back, not responding as he grabs his keys and phone to head back home. Once you both bid your farewells, you rush to your room smiling like a madman, throwing yourself onto the bed. You look up dreamily, hiding your face in your hands as you recollect what you had just done. Two dings on your phone wake you up from your daze, and you reach out to check who the messages were from.

M*nhoe: Mrs. Ahn is my aunt

M*nhoe: haha loser.

—

a/n; thank you guys for the support hehe🤧 Also have no reason for why this took me like 300 years to write~ I’ll be posting more frequently now since my school hours have been reduced :)

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Dating Lena Luthor: Dom!Reader headcanons [NSFW]

Request: since you said anything,can i have some headcanons about lena having a daddy kink with dominant reader please?            

a/n: I hope y’all realize Lena smut always breaks me... LIKE, this is probably my most favourite type of thing to write LMAO. But also, even though this is one of my favourite ideas to write for, it is surprisingly pretty difficult to write straight up smut all the time for some reason? So that’s why it’s a little lowkey these days, in case y’all were wondering! That particular muse is apparently in hiding... I have to scour the dark garbage corners of the earth to find it again LOL

This got really mushy in the end, leave me alone I apparently have feelings?? Weird, I’m gonna have to have that checked... Have fun y’all! ;)

- - - - -

you could say you’ve been warned about the trouble Lena Luthor could cause you, but not once did you ever think you would consider that trouble laying on your back with her straddling you, your name falling from her lips in a long moan that echoes in her empty office

your girlfriend, as you know, is a woman of utter wonder and she is never merely just one thing - sometimes she likes being obedient and sometimes, she likes to push your buttons

you suspected she knew exactly what she wanted in the bedroom, and if you were completely honest with yourself, she was really just waiting on you to catch up

whenever you give yourself the chance to think about it, you really begin to appreciate just how considerate Lena is, letting herself be an open book but also knowing how tragically useless you become and how you look like a deer in the headlights whenever she asks you direct questions about sex - she took care of you in this way, and for recompense, you made it your mission to take care of her

Lena Luthor is a wildcard, but for the most part, she seems more than content to have you, the most important person in her present life, to be an authority over her - National City’s most powerful woman offering you control over her and telling her when she gets to come is really, really a thrill you never could have previously imagined

needless to say you were beyond honoured and became so ridiculously soft when you realized just how much she trusted you with herself

at first, what happened in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom, but eventually and without really knowing exactly when, your games seeped beyond the confines of the bedroom and became so much more exciting

you have a little bit of a kink of fucking Lena when she’s still got most of her work clothes on, and you particularly love the image of her in her high heels and begging for you, her legs spread out and thrown over your shoulders

this is why she often seduces you in the most inappropriate places and at the least convenient time possible, and you think oftentimes you ought to punish her for her teasing

your favourite place to fuck her is her office at L-Corp; her white, minimalist furniture and her solid, pristine desk making it that much more desirable to tarnish

she was more often a good girl when you visited her at work, and you realize that perhaps time constraints and the very real possibility of having surprise meetings with people from the business world could very well have influenced your play, and you took it in stride

once, you’d come to her office after a particularly frustrating morning at work, and several enticing text messages from her later, you were on your knees with Lena’s thighs pressed against your head and her legs propped over your shoulders and on her desk

with your mouth preoccupied with being slick with the taste of Lena and your tongue slipping against her pussy, that didn’t leave much room for talking, which is arguably one of your favourite parts of fucking her

“Look at you, moaning and panting with your skirt rucked up to your waist. Whose pussy is this, baby girl?” you ask her, your voice causing delicious vibrations against her core “Yours, daddy- please-” “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me when I tell you?” “Yes, daddy, I’ll be a very good girl. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Tell me how long you’ve been waiting for me, princess. Tell me how much you’ve wanted me.” “I couldn’t concentrate all day... my second meeting was almost too much. I waited for you, and you feel so good now, daddy.” “You’ve been so good, you are so beautiful. Let me taste you, Lena. Come all over my mouth and make a mess on me.”

your second favourite part about fucking Lena with your mouth is how her legs tighten around your head and she grips your hair desperately when she rucks against you, rolling her hips until you’re licking her clean and she becomes limp after her orgasm

for the most part, however, you were content with making her scream and edging her only sometimes when you sought her out at work, simply because you secretly loved the power you felt of raising the pitch of her volume effortlessly and knowing anyone who really listened could hear the goings-on inside Lena’s office

coincidentally enough, Jess has stopped eyeing you with suspicion and disapproval whenever you arrive and has instead opted for the subtle arch of her eyebrow and the lazy lift of a hand to gesture you to Lena’s office

whenever you’re finished with Lena and part ways after your dalliances, Jess has always had her earphones in and never bothers to spare you a second glance; whether in indifference or the sheer unwillingness to look you in the eye, you’ll never know - Lena has since given her another raise and added a week of vacation, and you make it a point to bring her coffee whenever you can (which she always accepts gratefully, but with a knowing smirk)

you’ve grown accustomed to calling her pet names you have had an actual track record of resisting or thinking very little of, and you find it incredibly endearing and so very arousing when she responds to baby girl, princess, and sweetheart in casual conversation

when you’re not in play, Lena is the most doting, nurturing girlfriend, and you feel that much more inspired and resolute to play your part when she tells you wordlessly what she needs from you

it’s a whole other playing field when you’re both home and you finally have the space and the time to really get rough and dirty with each other

from the time you’ve known her, Lena has since taken a huge liking to being restrained in as many ways as she can; you think one of the greatest discoveries you made in your relationship with Lena was learning how very much into being choked she was

one night, when you were in a particularly rough mood you’d taken your necktie and scrunched it up into a small ball and asked her if she’d wanted to put it in her mouth - Lena came in almost record time when she realized she couldn’t make much sound

“No one but me can hear you anymore. Show daddy how much you want this cock, baby girl, come all over me.”

sometimes you let Lena bottom from the top, and watching her ride you and having a clear view of what pulling her hair and scratching roughly into her back does to her gives you enough vigour to love her thoroughly the entire night

you’ve learned that Lena has just as much fun being a brat as she does when you reward her, and this manifests itself during public events, galas, and places you are very well not meant to be inappropriate in

it comes in whispers when you’re alone and in low, offhanded comments thrown casually in between conversations with inconsequential party-goers that only you can hear; it comes in the featherlight touches that linger and in the blatant gripping and rubbing of your leg under a table when the risk of someone watching is so much higher

Lena knows being a bad girl in public gets her punished in the nearest bathroom; but sometimes, you make her wait for it

“You were being naughty tonight, princess.” “I know,” she says mischievously “Bad girls get punished, you know that don’t you?” “I’m sorry, daddy” she says unconvincingly

another one of your favourite views is watching Lena moan and squirm when you spank her ass - you can practically hear the wetness of her pussy with each slap, and if you were a god, you would have quite easily resisted the overwhelming feeling of desire the sounds and sensations of seeing Lena like that gave you

you are merely a mortal, however, and you never could deny yourself the aphrodisiac that was Lena on all fours pushing her ass into you, begging for you to fuck her

still, you find that with all that could be said of your compatibility and the ease in which you both seemed to meld into the roles you played in each other’s lives, your favourite part of being with Lena was being able to take care of her

for all your uselessness and awkwardness whenever clinical discussions of sex come up, you absolutely love pillowtalk with Lena, becoming the soft, mild-mannered caretaker that is your usual disposition outside of sex, and she just as much indulged you with your need to cuddle as you sought it out

you love feeling Lena in your arms; she is the most beautiful, remarkably profound woman you’ve ever had the pleasure of loving, and her steadfast trust and belief in you gave you previously unheard of inspiration and fortitude that you’ve never once known

Lena Luthor is as strong as she is soft, as trusting as she is good, and you’ll never truly fathom just how lucky you are to be the one who knows her as much as she sees all of you - Lena is so very capable of looking after herself in life, you know, but it’s the fact that she lets you that really humbles you and could very well bring you to your knees

(you love her, you love her, you love her, and somehow, you’re the one who gets to love her the way she deserves - she is the one whom you were made to love in this time of Life, and perhaps, one day you will find you’ve become worthy enough to love her for the entirety of hers)