Tell Me I'm Pretty [1/2]
Title: Tell Me I'm Pretty [1/2]
Pairing/Fandom: Ilhyuk/BToB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ilhoon turns up in a rather different outfit for school and Minhyuk... well, Minhyuk quite likes it.
Notes: Set in the Tales!universe.
Long eyelashes fluttered from black lined, silver shadowed eyes, short black bob curling in as if pointing towards pronounced lips. A belt cinched the waist of a black and white striped dress, accentuating a prominent bust and the curve of a butt. Long black-legging encased legs emerged from beneath the rather short dress, elegant fingers fiddling with the hem, and drew a number of stares.
Or maybe it wasn’t the legs attracting the attention. Maybe it was everything.
Maybe it was the fact that Ilhoon had come to school that day dressed rather convincingly as a girl.
Yeah, that was probably it.
Ilhoon held his head high as he strutted through the hallways- he knew he looked good, and even if he wasn’t comfortable in this get up, well, hey- fake it til you make it, right?
Besides, the smug little smirk of satisfaction the attention brought to his lips wasn’t faked.
He gave a bat of his eyelashes at a particularly round-eyed guy even as he tugged the blasted dress a little further down, allowing himself just a little more coverage and he cursed his sister for choosing this dress for him.
He waggled his fingers at Hyunsik when his friend glanced at him as he approached, and took no small delight when Hyunsik choked on the water he’d been drinking when at second glance he recognised him.
‘What-‘ he sputtered, before giving in to a coughing fit, Eunkwang thumping him absently on the back while staring at Ilhoon in combination amusement and horror.
‘Why,’ Changsub deadpanned, eyeing Ilhoon’s outfit.
Ilhoon gave a tight smile before it slipped. ‘Lost a bet,’ he explained shortly, giving a grinning Sungjae a quick glare.
‘What, no heels?’ Sungjae asked sunnily, and Ilhoon arched an eyebrow.
‘The punishment was embarrassment, not death, as far as I remember,’ he replied.
‘You look hot, though, and I’m feeling conflicted about that,’ Hyunsik told him brightly, having cleared all remnants of water from his lungs.
Ilhoon’s lips quirked up. ‘I know.’
’I have to admit, I’m almost a little disappointed,’ Sungjae declared, the smile still evident on his face regardless.
Ilhoon tilted his head, tossing his new hair to the side. ‘Unhappy with your inflicted punishment, are we?’
Sungjae shrugged. ‘It’s a lot less embarrassing with how damn good you look.’
‘Yeah, not sure I like this reality to be honest,’ Changsub muttered, and Hyunsik nodded enthusiastically.
‘How’d you get the boobs, anyway?’ Sungjae finished.
Ilhoon shifted, his hand coming up to his shoulder momentarily. ‘Interfering sisters, their wardrobes, and a shit load of toilet paper.’
‘Are you wearing a bra?’ Peniel asked in half surprise.
Ilhoon scowled and adjusted his bosom. ‘They are evil contraptions and we’re never talking of this again.’
Changsub snorted. ‘Yes, we are, who are you trying to kid.’
Ilhoon rolled his eyes and got a matter of fact shrug in response.
‘Whose is it? Is it lacy?’ Eunkwang asked, eyeing the foreign mounds with curiosity, and Hyunsik made a noise of agreement. Ilhoon’s eyes affixed onto a non-specific point over their head as his tongue traced his teeth in disdainful exasperation, folding his arms in front of him, waiting for them to get over it.
There was silence for a few seconds before Eunkwang piped up again.
‘Are you wearing matching panties?’
‘Oh for fuck’s sakes, no I am not!’ Ilhoon exclaimed, his arms dropping to his sides, not really knowing if he was heard over the explosion of noise that erupted simultaneously from all sides, laughter roaring over groans and declarations of insanity, defamations of character accompanying punches to Eunkwang’s shoulder.
Once he’d finished shaking his head at his friend, his eyes drifted to the one person who had yet to say anything, Minhyuk’s eyes roaming repeatedly up and down his legs and body appreciatively bringing a small smirk to Ilhoon’s face. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips when his boyfriend finally caught his eye, a grin adorning the older’s face.
‘You seem pretty happy with something,’ Ilhoon commented silkily, reluctantly preening a bit at the attention.
Minhyuk’s grin widened and his eyes twinkled, the noise pollution dying down enough for Ilhoon to hear him clearly.
‘Call me oppa.’
Ilhoon’s smile dropped in record time and his narrowed eyes shot daggers at the shorter boy. ‘Fuck you,’ he replied vehemently, ‘Oh wait, that’s right, I do. No way in hell am I calling you oppa.’
‘Oh, come on, please call me oppa today,’ Minhyuk pleaded.
‘You’re fucking dreaming, hyung.’ Ilhoon just about spat the last word out.
Minhyuk bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently. ‘Just once, Ilhoonie, humour me,’ he begged.
‘Never gonna happen,’ was the curt reply.
Minhyuk waved a hand dismissively.
‘Call me oppa,’ he repeated.
'You’re out of your fucking mind,' Ilhoon told him, practically glowering at this point. Minhyuk widened his eyes at him and Ilhoon gave a light snort. 'You're not helping yourself with that. I’m still not fucking calling you oppa.'
'Ilhoon-ah,' Minhyuk whined, and Changsub scrunched his nose.
'Please don't,' was all he said, looking at Minhyuk's aegyo with distaste. 'Especially not when it's to aid and abet whatever freaky kink you have. That's corrupting the very innocent essence of aegyo. It's just not right.'
Ilhoon couldn't help his kneejerk flinch when Minhyuk grabbed his hand in both of his own and brought it to his lips- no matter how much he didn't mind Minhyuk touching him (liked it, even), when anyone unexpectedly touched him he couldn't help but shy away slightly.
He felt Minhyuk's warm breath ghosting over the back of his hand where he'd pressed his lips moments before, and arched a defiant eyebrow at the brunet.
'Call me op-'
Ilhoon smirked when the earsplitting ringing of the school bell interrupted Minhyuk, the hallway collectively wincing- Eunkwang leaping into the air with fright before collapsing against a locker, his hand over his heart.
'Why did we choose to stand right under the bell again?' Sungjae complained, pouting at the cause of the cacophony.
'No, not a fuck, and again, no,' Ilhoon told Minhyuk, extracting his hand from his grasp smoothly, and moving away. 'I'm going to class.'
'What, I don't even get a good morning kiss?' Minhyuk called, and Ilhoon fluttered his fingers in a wave.
'Refer to my previous response!' was his reply over his shoulder as he sauntered away.
--
Second lesson, and Ilhoon was getting comfortable with soaking in all the wolf-whistles and cat-calls, laughing whenever he saw yet another (male) classmate staring.
'Like what you see?' he purred, his leg folded over the other, the dress riding high on his thighs.
Jay blinked. 'What? No, I just- no, why would you even- whatever, man.'
Ilhoon grinned widely as Jay abruptly snapped his head forward to face the front, and spent a lot of the rest of the lesson winking at his classmate whenever he happened to glance his way.
He was in the middle of biting his lip at the guy when a balled up piece of paper bounced off his head, and he whipped around to see Peniel shaking his head at him.
'What?' he hissed.
'What are you doing?' Peniel whispered back.
'Nothing,' Ilhoon replied, turning back in his seat, only to be hit with another paper ball.
He turned to glare at his friend who simply pointed at Jay accusingly.
'What?' Ilhoon repeated, causing Peniel to sigh.
'You have a boyfriend?' Peniel prompted, and Ilhoon raised an eyebrow.
'I don't see him in this class,' he said coolly and Peniel gaped at him.
Ilhoon snorted. 'Chill, Peniel, Jay's straight anyway, that's what makes this so fun.'
'I thought you didn't like being in drag,' Peniel shot back.
Ilhoon shifted awkwardly in his seat, pulling the dress down a bit. 'I don't,' he muttered with a slight scowl, scratching behind his ear at the edge of the wig. 'Why would I like wearing this get up.'
After a quick glance up at the teacher, Ilhoon reached down to his bag and slipped out his phone, studiously ignoring Peniel.
He raised an eyebrow at his phone, safely hidden under his desk, when he saw the list of unread messages he had.
[08: 15 Minhyuk]: Call me oppa.
[08:17 Minhyuk]: Please.
[08:19 Minhyuk]: Call me oppa please.
[08:31 Minhyuk]: Come on Ilhoon-ah it'll be fun~~
[08:43 Minhyuk]: You only have to say it once and I'll never bug you about it again~~
[09:02 Minhyuk]: You look really fucking hot btw
[09:04 Minhyuk]: I'd go straight for you
[09:10 Minhyuk]: Call me oppa
[09:18 Minhyuk]: Ilhoon babe come on
[09:20 Minhyuk]: I really wanna hear you call me oppa
Ilhoon smirked slightly before it died and he shook his head, quickly tapping out a message.
[09:25 Ilhoon]: thought you disapproved of using phones in class HYUNG
A message came through almost instantaneously, and Ilhoon had to fight back a laugh.
[09:27 Minhyuk]: I'm not going to give up. Call me oppa.
Ilhoon shook his head and slipped his phone back into his bag, his mood fluctuating between amusement and annoyance. He refused to give in, Minhyuk could try all he wanted, there was no way he was going to call him oppa. That would be like admitting he was the girl in the relationship, which he most certainly was not, and that idea niggled at his consciousness even as the bell rang and moved to his next class.
A hand trailed over his butt in corridor, and Ilhoon turned, ready to deck the poor sucker who'd dared touch him- only to come face to face with Minhyuk's wide grin. The urge to deck him remained.
'No,' Ilhoon said instantly, and Minhyuk pouted.
'But you look the role,' he pointed out and Ilhoon glowered, his mood souring.
'Just because I'm in a dress and a bra, does not mean I'm a fucking girl, asshole,' he hissed, slapping Minhyuk's hand away from his hip and marching away as fast as he could through the crowd (which wasn't very fast, to be honest).
'Are you sure? Cos you seem to be pms-ing right now,' Minhyuk called after him and Ilhoom almost turned back to punch him. But, he reasoned with himself, that would make him late for class, and he'd probably get into trouble, and he didn't really want to explain that situation to a teacher.
So he settled for turning around and flashing two middle fingers, and mouthing a pronounced 'fuck you' at the older boy.
--
[09:40 Minhyuk]: I'm sorry
[09:42 Minhyuk]: You're not a girl, even though you make the prettiest girl
[09:44 Minhyuk]: Unless I dressed in drag ofc
[09:47 Minhyuk]: but you'd definitely be second prettiest even though you're not a girl and that's a good thing because i prefer you as a guy
[09:50 Minhyuk]: I'm really glad you're a guy btw
[09:51 Minhyuk]: Because how to top ^^;;
[09:55 Minhyuk]: I really am sorry
[10:07 Minhyuk]: and it has nothing to do with you not being a guy because you are a guy but please call me oppa just once
Ilhoon gave a small snort as he tried not to smirk down at his phone. He'd calmed down some in the half an hour or so of the lesson, starting from when the teacher had stared at him for about 5 minutes before realising who it was, and throughout the lesson kept glancing at Ilhoon and shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe it. Ilhoon made sure to give a pretty little smile every time the teacher looked at him, and put his hand up often.
Having grown bored of the work they were meant to be doing, Ilhoon huffed a sigh and stared out the window, his fingers lazily tracing circles on his thighs, absentmindedly noting the difference in feeling between doing that with the thin cotton leggings and the thicker material of what he normally wore. Both had their advantages and disadvantages, he thought, his fingers slowly spreading until his hand was splayed over his thighs- the main disadvantage to the leggings was that he had to be in drag, naturally.
Ilhoon bit his lip as his hand moved down to circle his knee, still watching a cloud lazily trundle across the skyline. The dress certainly got him plenty of attention, and his lips quirked up at the thought.
Ilhoon shifted in his seat, and scrunched his nose at the unfamiliar (and uncomfortable) feeling of the bra constricting his chest. That was certainly one of the things he could without. He could do without the whole drag debacle in total, he thought, but...
He ran a finger across his bottom lip, feeling the faint stickiness of the remnants of the lipgloss his sister had made him wear and his tongue darted out as it had been doing all day, tasting the sweet flavour that tasted nothing like the grape it claimed it did.
[10: 12 Minhyuk]: please call me oppa
Ilhoon glanced down and frowned.
He might enjoy the attention, but he wasn't sure he liked why he was getting the attention, so he dug in his bag and scowled.
'Hyoyeon,' he muttered, and glanced up at the clock impatiently, waiting for it to ring.
--
'Hey, bitch, where are my clothes?' Ilhoon said as he gave his sister a light shove on the shoulder. Hyoyeon stumbled and laughed as she turned to face him.
'You're wearing them,' she answered innocently, the glint in her eyes anything but.
'The ones that were in my bag. My guy clothes,' Ilhoon scowled at her.
Hyoyeon laughed. 'One, don't pretend you don't secretly love the attention,' she teased, ' and two, even you didn't, which is bullshit, why would I allow you to change midway through the day? Please. What kind of sister do you think I am.'
Ilhoon rolled his eyes and relaxed. 'Fine. Do you have a light?'
Hyoyeon dug a lighter out of her school bag and deposited into Ilhoon's waiting hand.
'Thanks,' Ilhoon said, 'I'm keeping this, by the way. Payment for you removing my clothes.' He gave a wide grin as he started backing away.
Hyoyeon gave a laughing groan in reply. 'Where are yours? You have more than me, how did you manage to get caught without any?'
'Don't exactly have any pockets!' he called over his shoulder.
'That's what the bra's for!' she yelled after him, and he raised his middle finger for a cheery wave in response.
--
[10:25 Minhyuk]: Where are you?
Ilhoon snorted as he dropped his cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it out with his heel, before heading off to where the normal meeting place was.
[10:27 Ilhoon]: chill just needed a smoke not pissed at you anymore
Ilhoon saw Minhyuk worrying at his lip as he stared down at his phone as he approached, and gave an exasperated huff.
'Seriously,' Ilhoon muttered, approaching the group.
'Oh hey look, it's Cinderella!' Eunkwang grinned and Ilhoon raised his eyebrows at his friend.
'Cinderella? Really?' he remarked dryly.
'I would think more Sleeping Beauty,' Hyunsik said, then paused. 'But he's awake so...'
'... Snow White maybe? She had black hair,' Peniel offered.
There was a brief silence and then Sungjae snapped his fingers triumphantly. 'I've got it. Meg. She was a sassy bitch. It's perfect.'
Ilhoon just looked at his friends with a completely deadpan expression as a wave of chuckles raced around the group.
'Why you know so many Disney princesses is the real question here,' he said and Sungjae snorted.
'As if you don't. As if anyone doesn't. Seriously.'
'Wait, if he's Meg, does that make Minhyuk Hercules?' Changsub wondered out loud.
'He's got the body for it,' Eunkwang said.
For the first time since arriving, Ilhoon looked at Minhyuk, catching his eye and the older looked at him with a worried veil over his eyes, prompting Ilhoon to roll his eyes and move closer to him, his fingers resting lightly on Minhyuk's arm.
'Relax, dude, I'm not mad,' he mumbled into his ear, and Minhyuk visibly brightened at his words. 'But I'm still not calling you oppa,' Ilhoon finished.
Minhyuk's arms snaked around Ilhoon's waist and pulled him closer to him. 'Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?'
'One you are never going to win,' Ilhoon shot back, the corners of his lips twitching up and taking any venom out of his words.
'Are you wearing lipgloss?' Minhyuk asked, his eyes fixed on Ilhoon's lips.
The tip of Ilhoon’s tongue slipped out in response to taste the lipgloss he had reapplied after his cigarette, almost feeling guilty at enjoying the taste.
'Yeah,' he replied.
'Can I taste?' Minhyuk asked, his voice low, and Ilhoon's lips parted slightly against his will.
Minhyuk's eyes flicked up to his at the lack of response, and Ilhoon gave a quick wink.
'If you want,' he breathed, and Minhyuk's smile widened as he leant in.
His tongue darted out and traced Ilhoon's bottom lip briefly.
'Tastes good,' he murmured and Ilhoon gave a breathless chuckle.
'Addictive, almost,' he replied, feeling his voice break between rumbling in his chest and air and being thankful Minhyuk was the only one who could possibly hear him.
Minhyuk gave a little chuckle himself. 'I'd have to agree,' he replied and leaned in again, pressing his lips to Ilhoon's, tongues tangling in hardly any time at all.
'Hey, I though you didn't like PDA, Ilhoon!' Changsub complained loudly and the two broke apart, Minhyuk's hand coming up to wipe at the unfamiliar feeling of lipgloss on his lips.
'When did I say that?' Ilhoon retorted, his lips curling.
'Well, I'm not too fond of it, so please don't,' Hyunsik cut in, his eyes crinkling regardless.
'Then don't look,' Ilhoon replied simply, lowering his head to press his lips to Minhyuk's neck, his eyes fixed on Hyunsik the entire time- until Hyunsik buried his face in his hands, at least.
'Now you're just being a dick,' Changsub complained, looking as if he wanted to throw something at them.
Ilhoon laughed and drew back from Minhyuk. 'Okay. I've stopped.'
'Not sure I like you in drag,' Eunkwang commented, 'You turn extra bitchy.'
'Wow, thanks,' Ilhoon deadpanned.
Minhyuk's arm found its way around Ilhoon's waist again, his hand settling on his hipbone, tracing circles through the dress.
'Sure you won't call me oppa?' Minhyuk murmured, and Ilhoon glanced at him to see that Minhyuk wasn't even looking at him.
'Yeah,' Ilhoon replied, and watched as the corners of Minhyuk's lips pulled up into a smile too devious for Ilhoon's tastes.
'Mmm, we'll see about that,' Minhyuk said airily and Ilhoon narrowed his eyes at him.
'What the fuck are you planning?' he asked suspiciously and Minhyuk shot him a grin, and shook his head slightly, not saying anything, his fingers tracing the line of the top of the leggings through the dress.
Ilhoon moved slightly, just enough to slightly dislodge Minhyuk's hand and leaning over to grab a grape from Minhyuk's lunchbox, settling himself on the grass next to it, Minhyuk quickly following suit.
'You should probably eat instead of smoking at break, y'know, because break's gonna end very soon,' Minhyuk commented and Ilhoon rolled his eyes, stealing another grape.
'Just cos you don't smoke,' he muttered.
Minhyuk laughed. 'Here,' he said, grinning as he held another grape up to Ilhoon's lips, slowly pushing it between them, Ilhoon holding his gaze as he hollowed his cheeks, making sure to close his lips over the tip of Minhyuk's finger before pulling away.
'Thanks,' he said, a smug glow of satisfaction flowing over him as Minhyuk swallowed hard.
Minhyuk just held out another grape, his lips pulling into a smarmy grin, and Ilhoon raised an eyebrow at him. He threw a perfunctory glance to see if any of the other guys were paying them any attention before drawing the grape into his mouth with his tongue, smirking when Minhyuk swiped his thumb over the corner of his mouth.
Minhyuk leaned forward onto his knees, resting his hand heavily on Ilhoon's thigh as he brought his lips to his ear.
'You know,' he whispered, his breath hot on Ilhoon's ear, pausing in his sentence to nip lightly at the side of his ear. 'It's pretty inappropriate to sit crosslegged while wearing a dress that short.'
Ilhoon gave a resigned laugh and hung his head when he realised Minhyuk's hand was resting under his dress, high on his thigh.
'Luckily,' Minhyuk continued, the grin evident in his voice, 'I'm pretty sure I was the only one who saw.'
Ilhoon barely heard the bell ring as Minhyuk pressed his lips to his neck before drawing back, his hand lingering on Ilhoon's inner thigh as he pulled back, gathering his stuff in seconds.
He grinned down at Ilhoon and held out a hand to pull him up, laying a kiss on the back of Ilhoon's hand when he was standing and throwing a wink in his direction.
'I'll get you to call me oppa,' he declared confidently as he dropped Ilhoon's hand and started heading away.
'No, you won't!' Ilhoon yelled after him once he was sure his voice wouldn’t crack.
--
[11:57 Minhyuk]: you look so fucking hot in that dress
Ilhoon raised his eyebrow at the text. He thought Minhyuk had stopped when he hadn't received anything throughout the previous lesson, and the majority of the one he was in.
[12:01 Ilhoon]: i thought that had already been established
[12:10 Minhyuk]: It makes me wanna do bad things to you
Ilhoon's eyebrows flew up behind the fringe of his wig in surprise, and he looked around the class quickly as if his classmates could magically read what was on his phone.
[12:13 Ilhoon]: ... in class rn
[12:15 Minhyuk]: yeah in class rn, anywhere rn would be good tbh
Ilhoon's cough of surprise was hidden by the bell as he gathered his stuff after his classmates were done, Minhyuk's unexpected text paralysing him for a second.
It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd gotten texts of this sort from his boyfriend, but it was certainly the first time he'd gotten them during school. Sure, he'd occasionally send one off himself just to mess with the older boy, but Minhyuk would always reply with all caps pleas for him to stop.
[12:25 Minhyuk]: your legs look so good in those leggings, they're like a second skin I want to peel off
[12:26 Minhyuk]: i want to run my lips up your bare legs disappearing under that teasing dress, taste you all over
Ilhoon apologised to the class when they turned to look at him when he slammed his hand on the table with unnecessary force once he chanced a glance at his phone in the next lesson, making sure no one's attention was on him when he replied, typing furiously.
[12:35 Ilhoon]: what the fuck are you doing
[12:37 Minhyuk]: I wanna hear you, god your voice is such a contrast to the wig and dress and make up
[12:39 Minhyuk]: I never thought this would turn me on so much but fuck it does turn me on
[12:40 Ilhoon]: minhyuk
[12:42 Minhyuk]: I wanna turn you on you, wanna make you come undone
[12:44 Ilhoon]: what the fuck
[12:45 Minhyuk]: Wanna see that wig all messy, your make up blurring, the lipgloss all smudged
[12:46 Ilhoon]: are you doing
[12:48 Minhyuk]: I want to feel you, touch you, slide my hands under your dress
[12:50 Ilhoon]: minhyuk
[12:51 Minhyuk]: I want to hear your breath turn heavy like it does
[12:52 Ilhoon]: fucking stop
[12:53 Minhyuk]: I wanna hear you say my name
[12:54 Minhyuk]: I wanna hear you call me oppa
Ilhoon glared at his phone, sure his cheeks were redder than they'd ever been with the heat emanating from them, conflicted how he felt about the constriction of his tights.
The bell rang and he was left just sitting there again, until he grabbed his bag with more vehemence than was strictly necessary, throwing his things into it before storming to the door, ready to find Minhyuk and give him a piece of his mind- thank fuck it was break and he could.
Turns out, he didn't need to seek him out, because he'd just gotten out the door when a hand circled his wrist and Minhyuk started dragging him away.
'What the fuck were you playing at, hyung, you have no fucking idea how awkward that could've been,' he hissed, 'This get up doesn't exactly provide much cover.'
'Payback,' Minhyuk replied, rounding a corner.
Ilhoon made an indignant squawk. 'Payback?! For what?! What the fuck did I do?' he demanded, glancing behind him at annoyance when his shoulders collided with another student.
'You lost a bet,' Minhyuk replied, pushing open a door and dragging Ilhoon into the guys bathroom.
'I'm sorry, what?' Ilhoon said huffily, as Minhyuk turned around and crowded him into the wall.
'You have no fucking idea how much your outfit has been driving me crazy all day,' Minhyuk muttered, his breath hot on Ilhoon's lips.
Any reply Ilhoon might have had was swallowed up by Minhyuk's lips, hard and hungry against his, and he kissed back with as much vehemence, because fuck those texts.
Fuck Minhyuk, actually, Ilhoon decided angrily as he caught his breath when they separated briefly, Minhyuk maneouvering them around again, shoving Ilhoon into a bathroom stall and turning to lock it, whacking Ilhoon with his school bag in the process.
'Fuck you, actually,' Ilhoon voiced, his hands braced on the stall walls as he tried not to lose his balance, shunted into the toilet until he was almost falling backwards.
Minhyuk shrugged his bag off with a laugh and grabbed Ilhoon's wrists to pull him upright, moving to push his bag off his shoulders.
'Unfortunately not enough time for that,' Minhyuk grinned, and pressed Ilhoon up against the wall as he continued, his hands heavy on Ilhoon's hips. 'But, fuck if there was...'
'Shut the fuck up,' Ilhoon mumbled and pulled Minhyuk even closer towards him, crashing their mouths together again, tongues tangling and teeth clashing but Ilhoon didn't care because this, this had been building up since class, and then it had been uncomfortable and now it was just annoying and Ilhoon was itching to do something, anything, to cool the heat rising in his body.
Minhyuk bit his lip, just a little nip, and Ilhoon's breath caught in his throat, his hand squeezing hard on Minhyuk's neck, applying pressure that might leave bruises, but neither cared, it wasn't really anything new.
A groan floated up from Ilhoon's throat as Minhyuk's lips left his to lave a warm trail down his neck, suckling at the juncture between neck and shoulder as he bucked against the younger, and Ilhoon's fingers dug in deeper into the taut muscle at the top of Minhyuk's back.
Minhyuk's hand ran down Ilhoon's thigh and up again, slipping under the dress and Ilhoon let out a hiss when his fingers brushed the bare skin above the leggings and Minhyuk bit down on the side of his collarbone.
'Jesus fuck, Minhyuk, what are you-' Ilhoon broke off, his hand covering Minhyuk's over the dress, his nails raking Minhyuk's forearm on the way. 'Do something,' he hissed and Minhyuk's low chuckle against his neck sent Ilhoon's eyes fluttering shut and his head thunking against the wall, a garbled sound leaving him when the skin on his hipbone was twisted in a pinch.
Ilhoon's breath was leaving him in pants as Minhyuk slowly and deliberately rocked his hips against him, the thin cotton of the dress and leggings making everything easier to feel, and Minhyuk's thumb roving warm and rough just under the leggings wasn't helping.
'Minhyuk-' Ilhoon growled, his fingers clenching as he tried to use pain as a motivator.
'Do you want something?' Minhyuk purred, his tongue tracing Ilhoon's earlobe.
'Are you fucking serious right now?' Ilhoon demanded angrily, a small whine curling up from his throat at a harder thrust.
'Do you want me to touch you?' Minhyuk continued, leaving little nips behind Ilhoon's ear.
'Fuck- yes,' Ilhoon snapped, the breathiness of his voice softening the edges.
He scraped his nails across the back of Minhyuk's neck as the older deliberately paused, his tongue tracing patterns on Ilhoon's jawline.
'Call me oppa,' he whispered, and Ilhoon bucked furiously against him with a sound of outrage, his hands coming to the front of Minhyuk's shoulders to shove him away- but Minhyuk was nothing but lean muscle and strength for his diminutive height and held his ground, pushing Ilhoon's hip back against the wall with a solid thump, trapping him there with his body, even as little laugh escaped him.
'Relax,' he murmured, into Ilhoon's lips. 'Okay.'
Ilhoon chose to forget about it when Minhyuk's tongue delved into his mouth and his hands pushed Ilhoon's dress up, bunching it at his waist as he pulled the leggings and under down together, clever fingers quickly making their way to where Ilhoon really wanted them to be.
Minhyuk swallowed Ilhoon's muffled moans and breathless curses as he slowly stroked his length to full hardness- which took less time than Ilhoon cared to admit, if he cared about anything other than release right then.
Ilhoon turned his head away from Minhyuk's mouth when he pumped faster and it became hard to breath, Minhyuk sucking marks down the column of Ilhoon's neck instead.
Ilhoon's breaths were coming fast and heavy, and he arched into Minhyuk's grip, feeling the coiling heat starting to build up in the pit of his stomach.
'Fuck, I'm gonna-' he gasped out, anticipating it, already relishing it- until Minhyuk's fingers curled tightly around the base of his cock, and Ilhoon's eyes flew open.
'What the fuck,' he demanded breathlessly, turning his head to glare at Minhyuk, only to be greeted by a sly grin.
'Call me oppa,' Minhyuk said, and Ilhoon was left speechless because what the fuck kind of stunt was that.
'Are you actually fucking-' Ilhoon was cut off by a quick pump, fingers quickly returning to their chokehold.
'Call me oppa,' Minhyuk repeated insistently.
'Are you- fuck, Minhy-' Another quick pump, and Ilhoon was ready to lose it, the wig moving forward on his head as it thunked against the wall.
'Fine, fuck, just- oppa, okay, oppa, fuck, Minyhuk, just-' The words tumbled over each other, laced with breathy desperation, and Ilhoon could just imagine the smug look on Minhyuk;s face.
'Minhyuk who?' came the innocent inquiry and Ilhoon squeezed his eyes shut as tight as they could go, hating this.
'Minhyuk oppa, you goddamn fucking sadistic bastard,' he growled and it must have been enough because the grip loosened and kisses were peppered along his neck and one, two, three strokes and he was gone, tightly hissed unintelligible mutterings spewing forth from clenched teeth, followed by Minhyuk's low laughter and a press of his lips to the corner of Ilhoon's mouth, before he stepped away to grab some toilet paper.
'That wasn't so bad now, was it?' Minhyuk asked while Ilhoon caught his breath, and got a glare for his troubles.
'Fuck you,' Ilhoon replied, leaning down to pull up the leggings and underwear, annoyance and frustration overriding the release of tension in his bones. 'I can't believe you fucking did that.'
'Oh come on, you enjoyed it,' Minhyuk waved him off as he pulled the dress down.
Ilhoon scowled as he leaned down near Minhyuk to grab his bag and moved towards the stall door.
'You can sort yourself out,' Ilhoon snarled, glancing at the obvious bulge in Minhyuk's pants before wrenching the door open, kicking Minhyuk's bag out the way when it prevented the door from opening fully, ignoring Minhyuk's raised eyebrow as he extricated himself from the stall, the door falling shut behind him.
‘Are you seriously mad at me?’ Minhyuk’s voice floated over the top of the stall as Ilhoon frowned at his reflection in the mirror, the wig terribly askew and higgledy piggledy, and he set to work at yanking it back into the right position.
‘Are you seriously asking that question?’ Ilhoon shot back irritatedly, battling with the wig.
‘It’s just a word, Ilhoon.’ Ilhoon scowled at the mirror as he won with the wig, because Minhyuk was right, at the end of the day it really was just a word- but that didn’t change how he felt about himself.
The door opened and Ilhoon glanced over to see Soohyun, one of the matrics, walk in as he smoothed the last few strands of his hair down.
‘Um…’ Soohyun started uncertainly, ‘This is the guys bathroom.’
‘Go to hell,’ Ilhoon snapped, grabbing his bag forcefully and stalking out the room, Soohyun’s surprise giving way to resignation.
‘In my defence,’ he called after Ilhoon, words slipping through just before the door swung shut. ‘You are actually wearing a dress.’
--
Part 2
Pairing/Fandom: Ilhyuk/BToB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ilhoon turns up in a rather different outfit for school and Minhyuk... well, Minhyuk quite likes it.
Notes: Set in the Tales!universe.
Long eyelashes fluttered from black lined, silver shadowed eyes, short black bob curling in as if pointing towards pronounced lips. A belt cinched the waist of a black and white striped dress, accentuating a prominent bust and the curve of a butt. Long black-legging encased legs emerged from beneath the rather short dress, elegant fingers fiddling with the hem, and drew a number of stares.
Or maybe it wasn’t the legs attracting the attention. Maybe it was everything.
Maybe it was the fact that Ilhoon had come to school that day dressed rather convincingly as a girl.
Yeah, that was probably it.
Ilhoon held his head high as he strutted through the hallways- he knew he looked good, and even if he wasn’t comfortable in this get up, well, hey- fake it til you make it, right?
Besides, the smug little smirk of satisfaction the attention brought to his lips wasn’t faked.
He gave a bat of his eyelashes at a particularly round-eyed guy even as he tugged the blasted dress a little further down, allowing himself just a little more coverage and he cursed his sister for choosing this dress for him.
He waggled his fingers at Hyunsik when his friend glanced at him as he approached, and took no small delight when Hyunsik choked on the water he’d been drinking when at second glance he recognised him.
‘What-‘ he sputtered, before giving in to a coughing fit, Eunkwang thumping him absently on the back while staring at Ilhoon in combination amusement and horror.
‘Why,’ Changsub deadpanned, eyeing Ilhoon’s outfit.
Ilhoon gave a tight smile before it slipped. ‘Lost a bet,’ he explained shortly, giving a grinning Sungjae a quick glare.
‘What, no heels?’ Sungjae asked sunnily, and Ilhoon arched an eyebrow.
‘The punishment was embarrassment, not death, as far as I remember,’ he replied.
‘You look hot, though, and I’m feeling conflicted about that,’ Hyunsik told him brightly, having cleared all remnants of water from his lungs.
Ilhoon’s lips quirked up. ‘I know.’
’I have to admit, I’m almost a little disappointed,’ Sungjae declared, the smile still evident on his face regardless.
Ilhoon tilted his head, tossing his new hair to the side. ‘Unhappy with your inflicted punishment, are we?’
Sungjae shrugged. ‘It’s a lot less embarrassing with how damn good you look.’
‘Yeah, not sure I like this reality to be honest,’ Changsub muttered, and Hyunsik nodded enthusiastically.
‘How’d you get the boobs, anyway?’ Sungjae finished.
Ilhoon shifted, his hand coming up to his shoulder momentarily. ‘Interfering sisters, their wardrobes, and a shit load of toilet paper.’
‘Are you wearing a bra?’ Peniel asked in half surprise.
Ilhoon scowled and adjusted his bosom. ‘They are evil contraptions and we’re never talking of this again.’
Changsub snorted. ‘Yes, we are, who are you trying to kid.’
Ilhoon rolled his eyes and got a matter of fact shrug in response.
‘Whose is it? Is it lacy?’ Eunkwang asked, eyeing the foreign mounds with curiosity, and Hyunsik made a noise of agreement. Ilhoon’s eyes affixed onto a non-specific point over their head as his tongue traced his teeth in disdainful exasperation, folding his arms in front of him, waiting for them to get over it.
There was silence for a few seconds before Eunkwang piped up again.
‘Are you wearing matching panties?’
‘Oh for fuck’s sakes, no I am not!’ Ilhoon exclaimed, his arms dropping to his sides, not really knowing if he was heard over the explosion of noise that erupted simultaneously from all sides, laughter roaring over groans and declarations of insanity, defamations of character accompanying punches to Eunkwang’s shoulder.
Once he’d finished shaking his head at his friend, his eyes drifted to the one person who had yet to say anything, Minhyuk’s eyes roaming repeatedly up and down his legs and body appreciatively bringing a small smirk to Ilhoon’s face. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips when his boyfriend finally caught his eye, a grin adorning the older’s face.
‘You seem pretty happy with something,’ Ilhoon commented silkily, reluctantly preening a bit at the attention.
Minhyuk’s grin widened and his eyes twinkled, the noise pollution dying down enough for Ilhoon to hear him clearly.
‘Call me oppa.’
Ilhoon’s smile dropped in record time and his narrowed eyes shot daggers at the shorter boy. ‘Fuck you,’ he replied vehemently, ‘Oh wait, that’s right, I do. No way in hell am I calling you oppa.’
‘Oh, come on, please call me oppa today,’ Minhyuk pleaded.
‘You’re fucking dreaming, hyung.’ Ilhoon just about spat the last word out.
Minhyuk bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently. ‘Just once, Ilhoonie, humour me,’ he begged.
‘Never gonna happen,’ was the curt reply.
Minhyuk waved a hand dismissively.
‘Call me oppa,’ he repeated.
'You’re out of your fucking mind,' Ilhoon told him, practically glowering at this point. Minhyuk widened his eyes at him and Ilhoon gave a light snort. 'You're not helping yourself with that. I’m still not fucking calling you oppa.'
'Ilhoon-ah,' Minhyuk whined, and Changsub scrunched his nose.
'Please don't,' was all he said, looking at Minhyuk's aegyo with distaste. 'Especially not when it's to aid and abet whatever freaky kink you have. That's corrupting the very innocent essence of aegyo. It's just not right.'
Ilhoon couldn't help his kneejerk flinch when Minhyuk grabbed his hand in both of his own and brought it to his lips- no matter how much he didn't mind Minhyuk touching him (liked it, even), when anyone unexpectedly touched him he couldn't help but shy away slightly.
He felt Minhyuk's warm breath ghosting over the back of his hand where he'd pressed his lips moments before, and arched a defiant eyebrow at the brunet.
'Call me op-'
Ilhoon smirked when the earsplitting ringing of the school bell interrupted Minhyuk, the hallway collectively wincing- Eunkwang leaping into the air with fright before collapsing against a locker, his hand over his heart.
'Why did we choose to stand right under the bell again?' Sungjae complained, pouting at the cause of the cacophony.
'No, not a fuck, and again, no,' Ilhoon told Minhyuk, extracting his hand from his grasp smoothly, and moving away. 'I'm going to class.'
'What, I don't even get a good morning kiss?' Minhyuk called, and Ilhoon fluttered his fingers in a wave.
'Refer to my previous response!' was his reply over his shoulder as he sauntered away.
--
Second lesson, and Ilhoon was getting comfortable with soaking in all the wolf-whistles and cat-calls, laughing whenever he saw yet another (male) classmate staring.
'Like what you see?' he purred, his leg folded over the other, the dress riding high on his thighs.
Jay blinked. 'What? No, I just- no, why would you even- whatever, man.'
Ilhoon grinned widely as Jay abruptly snapped his head forward to face the front, and spent a lot of the rest of the lesson winking at his classmate whenever he happened to glance his way.
He was in the middle of biting his lip at the guy when a balled up piece of paper bounced off his head, and he whipped around to see Peniel shaking his head at him.
'What?' he hissed.
'What are you doing?' Peniel whispered back.
'Nothing,' Ilhoon replied, turning back in his seat, only to be hit with another paper ball.
He turned to glare at his friend who simply pointed at Jay accusingly.
'What?' Ilhoon repeated, causing Peniel to sigh.
'You have a boyfriend?' Peniel prompted, and Ilhoon raised an eyebrow.
'I don't see him in this class,' he said coolly and Peniel gaped at him.
Ilhoon snorted. 'Chill, Peniel, Jay's straight anyway, that's what makes this so fun.'
'I thought you didn't like being in drag,' Peniel shot back.
Ilhoon shifted awkwardly in his seat, pulling the dress down a bit. 'I don't,' he muttered with a slight scowl, scratching behind his ear at the edge of the wig. 'Why would I like wearing this get up.'
After a quick glance up at the teacher, Ilhoon reached down to his bag and slipped out his phone, studiously ignoring Peniel.
He raised an eyebrow at his phone, safely hidden under his desk, when he saw the list of unread messages he had.
[08: 15 Minhyuk]: Call me oppa.
[08:17 Minhyuk]: Please.
[08:19 Minhyuk]: Call me oppa please.
[08:31 Minhyuk]: Come on Ilhoon-ah it'll be fun~~
[08:43 Minhyuk]: You only have to say it once and I'll never bug you about it again~~
[09:02 Minhyuk]: You look really fucking hot btw
[09:04 Minhyuk]: I'd go straight for you
[09:10 Minhyuk]: Call me oppa
[09:18 Minhyuk]: Ilhoon babe come on
[09:20 Minhyuk]: I really wanna hear you call me oppa
Ilhoon smirked slightly before it died and he shook his head, quickly tapping out a message.
[09:25 Ilhoon]: thought you disapproved of using phones in class HYUNG
A message came through almost instantaneously, and Ilhoon had to fight back a laugh.
[09:27 Minhyuk]: I'm not going to give up. Call me oppa.
Ilhoon shook his head and slipped his phone back into his bag, his mood fluctuating between amusement and annoyance. He refused to give in, Minhyuk could try all he wanted, there was no way he was going to call him oppa. That would be like admitting he was the girl in the relationship, which he most certainly was not, and that idea niggled at his consciousness even as the bell rang and moved to his next class.
A hand trailed over his butt in corridor, and Ilhoon turned, ready to deck the poor sucker who'd dared touch him- only to come face to face with Minhyuk's wide grin. The urge to deck him remained.
'No,' Ilhoon said instantly, and Minhyuk pouted.
'But you look the role,' he pointed out and Ilhoon glowered, his mood souring.
'Just because I'm in a dress and a bra, does not mean I'm a fucking girl, asshole,' he hissed, slapping Minhyuk's hand away from his hip and marching away as fast as he could through the crowd (which wasn't very fast, to be honest).
'Are you sure? Cos you seem to be pms-ing right now,' Minhyuk called after him and Ilhoom almost turned back to punch him. But, he reasoned with himself, that would make him late for class, and he'd probably get into trouble, and he didn't really want to explain that situation to a teacher.
So he settled for turning around and flashing two middle fingers, and mouthing a pronounced 'fuck you' at the older boy.
--
[09:40 Minhyuk]: I'm sorry
[09:42 Minhyuk]: You're not a girl, even though you make the prettiest girl
[09:44 Minhyuk]: Unless I dressed in drag ofc
[09:47 Minhyuk]: but you'd definitely be second prettiest even though you're not a girl and that's a good thing because i prefer you as a guy
[09:50 Minhyuk]: I'm really glad you're a guy btw
[09:51 Minhyuk]: Because how to top ^^;;
[09:55 Minhyuk]: I really am sorry
[10:07 Minhyuk]: and it has nothing to do with you not being a guy because you are a guy but please call me oppa just once
Ilhoon gave a small snort as he tried not to smirk down at his phone. He'd calmed down some in the half an hour or so of the lesson, starting from when the teacher had stared at him for about 5 minutes before realising who it was, and throughout the lesson kept glancing at Ilhoon and shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe it. Ilhoon made sure to give a pretty little smile every time the teacher looked at him, and put his hand up often.
Having grown bored of the work they were meant to be doing, Ilhoon huffed a sigh and stared out the window, his fingers lazily tracing circles on his thighs, absentmindedly noting the difference in feeling between doing that with the thin cotton leggings and the thicker material of what he normally wore. Both had their advantages and disadvantages, he thought, his fingers slowly spreading until his hand was splayed over his thighs- the main disadvantage to the leggings was that he had to be in drag, naturally.
Ilhoon bit his lip as his hand moved down to circle his knee, still watching a cloud lazily trundle across the skyline. The dress certainly got him plenty of attention, and his lips quirked up at the thought.
Ilhoon shifted in his seat, and scrunched his nose at the unfamiliar (and uncomfortable) feeling of the bra constricting his chest. That was certainly one of the things he could without. He could do without the whole drag debacle in total, he thought, but...
He ran a finger across his bottom lip, feeling the faint stickiness of the remnants of the lipgloss his sister had made him wear and his tongue darted out as it had been doing all day, tasting the sweet flavour that tasted nothing like the grape it claimed it did.
[10: 12 Minhyuk]: please call me oppa
Ilhoon glanced down and frowned.
He might enjoy the attention, but he wasn't sure he liked why he was getting the attention, so he dug in his bag and scowled.
'Hyoyeon,' he muttered, and glanced up at the clock impatiently, waiting for it to ring.
--
'Hey, bitch, where are my clothes?' Ilhoon said as he gave his sister a light shove on the shoulder. Hyoyeon stumbled and laughed as she turned to face him.
'You're wearing them,' she answered innocently, the glint in her eyes anything but.
'The ones that were in my bag. My guy clothes,' Ilhoon scowled at her.
Hyoyeon laughed. 'One, don't pretend you don't secretly love the attention,' she teased, ' and two, even you didn't, which is bullshit, why would I allow you to change midway through the day? Please. What kind of sister do you think I am.'
Ilhoon rolled his eyes and relaxed. 'Fine. Do you have a light?'
Hyoyeon dug a lighter out of her school bag and deposited into Ilhoon's waiting hand.
'Thanks,' Ilhoon said, 'I'm keeping this, by the way. Payment for you removing my clothes.' He gave a wide grin as he started backing away.
Hyoyeon gave a laughing groan in reply. 'Where are yours? You have more than me, how did you manage to get caught without any?'
'Don't exactly have any pockets!' he called over his shoulder.
'That's what the bra's for!' she yelled after him, and he raised his middle finger for a cheery wave in response.
--
[10:25 Minhyuk]: Where are you?
Ilhoon snorted as he dropped his cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it out with his heel, before heading off to where the normal meeting place was.
[10:27 Ilhoon]: chill just needed a smoke not pissed at you anymore
Ilhoon saw Minhyuk worrying at his lip as he stared down at his phone as he approached, and gave an exasperated huff.
'Seriously,' Ilhoon muttered, approaching the group.
'Oh hey look, it's Cinderella!' Eunkwang grinned and Ilhoon raised his eyebrows at his friend.
'Cinderella? Really?' he remarked dryly.
'I would think more Sleeping Beauty,' Hyunsik said, then paused. 'But he's awake so...'
'... Snow White maybe? She had black hair,' Peniel offered.
There was a brief silence and then Sungjae snapped his fingers triumphantly. 'I've got it. Meg. She was a sassy bitch. It's perfect.'
Ilhoon just looked at his friends with a completely deadpan expression as a wave of chuckles raced around the group.
'Why you know so many Disney princesses is the real question here,' he said and Sungjae snorted.
'As if you don't. As if anyone doesn't. Seriously.'
'Wait, if he's Meg, does that make Minhyuk Hercules?' Changsub wondered out loud.
'He's got the body for it,' Eunkwang said.
For the first time since arriving, Ilhoon looked at Minhyuk, catching his eye and the older looked at him with a worried veil over his eyes, prompting Ilhoon to roll his eyes and move closer to him, his fingers resting lightly on Minhyuk's arm.
'Relax, dude, I'm not mad,' he mumbled into his ear, and Minhyuk visibly brightened at his words. 'But I'm still not calling you oppa,' Ilhoon finished.
Minhyuk's arms snaked around Ilhoon's waist and pulled him closer to him. 'Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?'
'One you are never going to win,' Ilhoon shot back, the corners of his lips twitching up and taking any venom out of his words.
'Are you wearing lipgloss?' Minhyuk asked, his eyes fixed on Ilhoon's lips.
The tip of Ilhoon’s tongue slipped out in response to taste the lipgloss he had reapplied after his cigarette, almost feeling guilty at enjoying the taste.
'Yeah,' he replied.
'Can I taste?' Minhyuk asked, his voice low, and Ilhoon's lips parted slightly against his will.
Minhyuk's eyes flicked up to his at the lack of response, and Ilhoon gave a quick wink.
'If you want,' he breathed, and Minhyuk's smile widened as he leant in.
His tongue darted out and traced Ilhoon's bottom lip briefly.
'Tastes good,' he murmured and Ilhoon gave a breathless chuckle.
'Addictive, almost,' he replied, feeling his voice break between rumbling in his chest and air and being thankful Minhyuk was the only one who could possibly hear him.
Minhyuk gave a little chuckle himself. 'I'd have to agree,' he replied and leaned in again, pressing his lips to Ilhoon's, tongues tangling in hardly any time at all.
'Hey, I though you didn't like PDA, Ilhoon!' Changsub complained loudly and the two broke apart, Minhyuk's hand coming up to wipe at the unfamiliar feeling of lipgloss on his lips.
'When did I say that?' Ilhoon retorted, his lips curling.
'Well, I'm not too fond of it, so please don't,' Hyunsik cut in, his eyes crinkling regardless.
'Then don't look,' Ilhoon replied simply, lowering his head to press his lips to Minhyuk's neck, his eyes fixed on Hyunsik the entire time- until Hyunsik buried his face in his hands, at least.
'Now you're just being a dick,' Changsub complained, looking as if he wanted to throw something at them.
Ilhoon laughed and drew back from Minhyuk. 'Okay. I've stopped.'
'Not sure I like you in drag,' Eunkwang commented, 'You turn extra bitchy.'
'Wow, thanks,' Ilhoon deadpanned.
Minhyuk's arm found its way around Ilhoon's waist again, his hand settling on his hipbone, tracing circles through the dress.
'Sure you won't call me oppa?' Minhyuk murmured, and Ilhoon glanced at him to see that Minhyuk wasn't even looking at him.
'Yeah,' Ilhoon replied, and watched as the corners of Minhyuk's lips pulled up into a smile too devious for Ilhoon's tastes.
'Mmm, we'll see about that,' Minhyuk said airily and Ilhoon narrowed his eyes at him.
'What the fuck are you planning?' he asked suspiciously and Minhyuk shot him a grin, and shook his head slightly, not saying anything, his fingers tracing the line of the top of the leggings through the dress.
Ilhoon moved slightly, just enough to slightly dislodge Minhyuk's hand and leaning over to grab a grape from Minhyuk's lunchbox, settling himself on the grass next to it, Minhyuk quickly following suit.
'You should probably eat instead of smoking at break, y'know, because break's gonna end very soon,' Minhyuk commented and Ilhoon rolled his eyes, stealing another grape.
'Just cos you don't smoke,' he muttered.
Minhyuk laughed. 'Here,' he said, grinning as he held another grape up to Ilhoon's lips, slowly pushing it between them, Ilhoon holding his gaze as he hollowed his cheeks, making sure to close his lips over the tip of Minhyuk's finger before pulling away.
'Thanks,' he said, a smug glow of satisfaction flowing over him as Minhyuk swallowed hard.
Minhyuk just held out another grape, his lips pulling into a smarmy grin, and Ilhoon raised an eyebrow at him. He threw a perfunctory glance to see if any of the other guys were paying them any attention before drawing the grape into his mouth with his tongue, smirking when Minhyuk swiped his thumb over the corner of his mouth.
Minhyuk leaned forward onto his knees, resting his hand heavily on Ilhoon's thigh as he brought his lips to his ear.
'You know,' he whispered, his breath hot on Ilhoon's ear, pausing in his sentence to nip lightly at the side of his ear. 'It's pretty inappropriate to sit crosslegged while wearing a dress that short.'
Ilhoon gave a resigned laugh and hung his head when he realised Minhyuk's hand was resting under his dress, high on his thigh.
'Luckily,' Minhyuk continued, the grin evident in his voice, 'I'm pretty sure I was the only one who saw.'
Ilhoon barely heard the bell ring as Minhyuk pressed his lips to his neck before drawing back, his hand lingering on Ilhoon's inner thigh as he pulled back, gathering his stuff in seconds.
He grinned down at Ilhoon and held out a hand to pull him up, laying a kiss on the back of Ilhoon's hand when he was standing and throwing a wink in his direction.
'I'll get you to call me oppa,' he declared confidently as he dropped Ilhoon's hand and started heading away.
'No, you won't!' Ilhoon yelled after him once he was sure his voice wouldn’t crack.
--
[11:57 Minhyuk]: you look so fucking hot in that dress
Ilhoon raised his eyebrow at the text. He thought Minhyuk had stopped when he hadn't received anything throughout the previous lesson, and the majority of the one he was in.
[12:01 Ilhoon]: i thought that had already been established
[12:10 Minhyuk]: It makes me wanna do bad things to you
Ilhoon's eyebrows flew up behind the fringe of his wig in surprise, and he looked around the class quickly as if his classmates could magically read what was on his phone.
[12:13 Ilhoon]: ... in class rn
[12:15 Minhyuk]: yeah in class rn, anywhere rn would be good tbh
Ilhoon's cough of surprise was hidden by the bell as he gathered his stuff after his classmates were done, Minhyuk's unexpected text paralysing him for a second.
It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd gotten texts of this sort from his boyfriend, but it was certainly the first time he'd gotten them during school. Sure, he'd occasionally send one off himself just to mess with the older boy, but Minhyuk would always reply with all caps pleas for him to stop.
[12:25 Minhyuk]: your legs look so good in those leggings, they're like a second skin I want to peel off
[12:26 Minhyuk]: i want to run my lips up your bare legs disappearing under that teasing dress, taste you all over
Ilhoon apologised to the class when they turned to look at him when he slammed his hand on the table with unnecessary force once he chanced a glance at his phone in the next lesson, making sure no one's attention was on him when he replied, typing furiously.
[12:35 Ilhoon]: what the fuck are you doing
[12:37 Minhyuk]: I wanna hear you, god your voice is such a contrast to the wig and dress and make up
[12:39 Minhyuk]: I never thought this would turn me on so much but fuck it does turn me on
[12:40 Ilhoon]: minhyuk
[12:42 Minhyuk]: I wanna turn you on you, wanna make you come undone
[12:44 Ilhoon]: what the fuck
[12:45 Minhyuk]: Wanna see that wig all messy, your make up blurring, the lipgloss all smudged
[12:46 Ilhoon]: are you doing
[12:48 Minhyuk]: I want to feel you, touch you, slide my hands under your dress
[12:50 Ilhoon]: minhyuk
[12:51 Minhyuk]: I want to hear your breath turn heavy like it does
[12:52 Ilhoon]: fucking stop
[12:53 Minhyuk]: I wanna hear you say my name
[12:54 Minhyuk]: I wanna hear you call me oppa
Ilhoon glared at his phone, sure his cheeks were redder than they'd ever been with the heat emanating from them, conflicted how he felt about the constriction of his tights.
The bell rang and he was left just sitting there again, until he grabbed his bag with more vehemence than was strictly necessary, throwing his things into it before storming to the door, ready to find Minhyuk and give him a piece of his mind- thank fuck it was break and he could.
Turns out, he didn't need to seek him out, because he'd just gotten out the door when a hand circled his wrist and Minhyuk started dragging him away.
'What the fuck were you playing at, hyung, you have no fucking idea how awkward that could've been,' he hissed, 'This get up doesn't exactly provide much cover.'
'Payback,' Minhyuk replied, rounding a corner.
Ilhoon made an indignant squawk. 'Payback?! For what?! What the fuck did I do?' he demanded, glancing behind him at annoyance when his shoulders collided with another student.
'You lost a bet,' Minhyuk replied, pushing open a door and dragging Ilhoon into the guys bathroom.
'I'm sorry, what?' Ilhoon said huffily, as Minhyuk turned around and crowded him into the wall.
'You have no fucking idea how much your outfit has been driving me crazy all day,' Minhyuk muttered, his breath hot on Ilhoon's lips.
Any reply Ilhoon might have had was swallowed up by Minhyuk's lips, hard and hungry against his, and he kissed back with as much vehemence, because fuck those texts.
Fuck Minhyuk, actually, Ilhoon decided angrily as he caught his breath when they separated briefly, Minhyuk maneouvering them around again, shoving Ilhoon into a bathroom stall and turning to lock it, whacking Ilhoon with his school bag in the process.
'Fuck you, actually,' Ilhoon voiced, his hands braced on the stall walls as he tried not to lose his balance, shunted into the toilet until he was almost falling backwards.
Minhyuk shrugged his bag off with a laugh and grabbed Ilhoon's wrists to pull him upright, moving to push his bag off his shoulders.
'Unfortunately not enough time for that,' Minhyuk grinned, and pressed Ilhoon up against the wall as he continued, his hands heavy on Ilhoon's hips. 'But, fuck if there was...'
'Shut the fuck up,' Ilhoon mumbled and pulled Minhyuk even closer towards him, crashing their mouths together again, tongues tangling and teeth clashing but Ilhoon didn't care because this, this had been building up since class, and then it had been uncomfortable and now it was just annoying and Ilhoon was itching to do something, anything, to cool the heat rising in his body.
Minhyuk bit his lip, just a little nip, and Ilhoon's breath caught in his throat, his hand squeezing hard on Minhyuk's neck, applying pressure that might leave bruises, but neither cared, it wasn't really anything new.
A groan floated up from Ilhoon's throat as Minhyuk's lips left his to lave a warm trail down his neck, suckling at the juncture between neck and shoulder as he bucked against the younger, and Ilhoon's fingers dug in deeper into the taut muscle at the top of Minhyuk's back.
Minhyuk's hand ran down Ilhoon's thigh and up again, slipping under the dress and Ilhoon let out a hiss when his fingers brushed the bare skin above the leggings and Minhyuk bit down on the side of his collarbone.
'Jesus fuck, Minhyuk, what are you-' Ilhoon broke off, his hand covering Minhyuk's over the dress, his nails raking Minhyuk's forearm on the way. 'Do something,' he hissed and Minhyuk's low chuckle against his neck sent Ilhoon's eyes fluttering shut and his head thunking against the wall, a garbled sound leaving him when the skin on his hipbone was twisted in a pinch.
Ilhoon's breath was leaving him in pants as Minhyuk slowly and deliberately rocked his hips against him, the thin cotton of the dress and leggings making everything easier to feel, and Minhyuk's thumb roving warm and rough just under the leggings wasn't helping.
'Minhyuk-' Ilhoon growled, his fingers clenching as he tried to use pain as a motivator.
'Do you want something?' Minhyuk purred, his tongue tracing Ilhoon's earlobe.
'Are you fucking serious right now?' Ilhoon demanded angrily, a small whine curling up from his throat at a harder thrust.
'Do you want me to touch you?' Minhyuk continued, leaving little nips behind Ilhoon's ear.
'Fuck- yes,' Ilhoon snapped, the breathiness of his voice softening the edges.
He scraped his nails across the back of Minhyuk's neck as the older deliberately paused, his tongue tracing patterns on Ilhoon's jawline.
'Call me oppa,' he whispered, and Ilhoon bucked furiously against him with a sound of outrage, his hands coming to the front of Minhyuk's shoulders to shove him away- but Minhyuk was nothing but lean muscle and strength for his diminutive height and held his ground, pushing Ilhoon's hip back against the wall with a solid thump, trapping him there with his body, even as little laugh escaped him.
'Relax,' he murmured, into Ilhoon's lips. 'Okay.'
Ilhoon chose to forget about it when Minhyuk's tongue delved into his mouth and his hands pushed Ilhoon's dress up, bunching it at his waist as he pulled the leggings and under down together, clever fingers quickly making their way to where Ilhoon really wanted them to be.
Minhyuk swallowed Ilhoon's muffled moans and breathless curses as he slowly stroked his length to full hardness- which took less time than Ilhoon cared to admit, if he cared about anything other than release right then.
Ilhoon turned his head away from Minhyuk's mouth when he pumped faster and it became hard to breath, Minhyuk sucking marks down the column of Ilhoon's neck instead.
Ilhoon's breaths were coming fast and heavy, and he arched into Minhyuk's grip, feeling the coiling heat starting to build up in the pit of his stomach.
'Fuck, I'm gonna-' he gasped out, anticipating it, already relishing it- until Minhyuk's fingers curled tightly around the base of his cock, and Ilhoon's eyes flew open.
'What the fuck,' he demanded breathlessly, turning his head to glare at Minhyuk, only to be greeted by a sly grin.
'Call me oppa,' Minhyuk said, and Ilhoon was left speechless because what the fuck kind of stunt was that.
'Are you actually fucking-' Ilhoon was cut off by a quick pump, fingers quickly returning to their chokehold.
'Call me oppa,' Minhyuk repeated insistently.
'Are you- fuck, Minhy-' Another quick pump, and Ilhoon was ready to lose it, the wig moving forward on his head as it thunked against the wall.
'Fine, fuck, just- oppa, okay, oppa, fuck, Minyhuk, just-' The words tumbled over each other, laced with breathy desperation, and Ilhoon could just imagine the smug look on Minhyuk;s face.
'Minhyuk who?' came the innocent inquiry and Ilhoon squeezed his eyes shut as tight as they could go, hating this.
'Minhyuk oppa, you goddamn fucking sadistic bastard,' he growled and it must have been enough because the grip loosened and kisses were peppered along his neck and one, two, three strokes and he was gone, tightly hissed unintelligible mutterings spewing forth from clenched teeth, followed by Minhyuk's low laughter and a press of his lips to the corner of Ilhoon's mouth, before he stepped away to grab some toilet paper.
'That wasn't so bad now, was it?' Minhyuk asked while Ilhoon caught his breath, and got a glare for his troubles.
'Fuck you,' Ilhoon replied, leaning down to pull up the leggings and underwear, annoyance and frustration overriding the release of tension in his bones. 'I can't believe you fucking did that.'
'Oh come on, you enjoyed it,' Minhyuk waved him off as he pulled the dress down.
Ilhoon scowled as he leaned down near Minhyuk to grab his bag and moved towards the stall door.
'You can sort yourself out,' Ilhoon snarled, glancing at the obvious bulge in Minhyuk's pants before wrenching the door open, kicking Minhyuk's bag out the way when it prevented the door from opening fully, ignoring Minhyuk's raised eyebrow as he extricated himself from the stall, the door falling shut behind him.
‘Are you seriously mad at me?’ Minhyuk’s voice floated over the top of the stall as Ilhoon frowned at his reflection in the mirror, the wig terribly askew and higgledy piggledy, and he set to work at yanking it back into the right position.
‘Are you seriously asking that question?’ Ilhoon shot back irritatedly, battling with the wig.
‘It’s just a word, Ilhoon.’ Ilhoon scowled at the mirror as he won with the wig, because Minhyuk was right, at the end of the day it really was just a word- but that didn’t change how he felt about himself.
The door opened and Ilhoon glanced over to see Soohyun, one of the matrics, walk in as he smoothed the last few strands of his hair down.
‘Um…’ Soohyun started uncertainly, ‘This is the guys bathroom.’
‘Go to hell,’ Ilhoon snapped, grabbing his bag forcefully and stalking out the room, Soohyun’s surprise giving way to resignation.
‘In my defence,’ he called after Ilhoon, words slipping through just before the door swung shut. ‘You are actually wearing a dress.’
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Part 2