“What did you say?”

He doesn’t respond, and impulsively you take his chin in your hand, force him to look at you and he makes this little whine in the back of his throat that shoots pleasure down your spine.

“I said I want to wear it,” he says, louder, and you nod.

“Good boy.”

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters. “You’re gonna run with this, huh?”

“Absofuckinglutely.” You chirp. “But first, we need to finish unpacking.”

You try to finish, you really do, but after your little conversation he keeps glancing at you sideways, making sure his hand brushes your ass when he steps around you in the kitchen, the floor crowded with boxes.

“The bed doesn’t arrive until this evening,” you comment, and Seokjin gives his most dramatic pout.

“Unless you want rug burns, we can’t do anything fun until then.”

His breath catches just slightly, and he hums as if disinterested, but you catch it.

You continue unpacking the dishes, setting them on the counter. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing, like to be sore and bruised, have burns on your knees because you’re so eager for it?”

Seokjin groans and looks over at you almost desperately. He’s sitting on the floor since none of your furniture has been delivered, and you’re standing at the kitchen sink.

You keep putting up the dishes even as your heart rate speeds up when you hear him start to move toward you, see him crawling toward you out of the corner of your eye.

“Jagiya. Y/n.” He calls softly, and when you look down you try to keep from hissing in a breath. He’s on all fours, looking up at you, chin raised.

“Look at you,” you say, tone detached as you can make it given the heat pooling in your belly. “So big and wide and what for? On all fours like a dog begging for just a sniff.”

Seokjin looks up at you, almost panting, full mouth parted.

You hum in the back of your throat, looking at him appreciatively. “I’ll be back in a moment, go into the living room, take off your clothes. Want you back on all fours when I get back.”

You head to the bedroom before you can see if he’ll obey or not, your heart racing with excitement. You strip down to your underwear, a polka dotted bra and black lace panties, not matching but it’ll do, and grab the collar and leash, along with one other item from the box.

When you get back to the living room he’s pushed the boxes to the sides, back on all fours in the middle of the room, head hanging down. He looks up at you when you pad into the room in your bare feet.

You know it’s bad timing, what with the lack of furniture and bed, but maybe you can use it to your advantage. You stash the other item in a nearby box so that you can grab it later.

He barely moves other than a brief shiver when you put the collar around his neck.

“Tighter,” he says in that embarrassed almost whisper.

“Speak up,” you command, and he gasps, looks up at you.

“Tighter, please,” he says, voice prim now and polite, and it makes you laugh.

He smiles back at you until you tighten the collar the most it will go and he makes a noise in the back of his throat when you hook the leash to it. It makes this clinking noise that’s immensely satisfying.

“Safe word?” You ask gently, crouching and putting your finger under his chin to catch his gaze.

“Colors,” he murmurs. “Green, yellow, red.”

You nod, standing back up, spreading your legs out just slightly to widen your stance.

You tug experimentally at the leash and Seokjin gasps but doesn’t choke. 

“What should I do with you now? Crawling around like a dog, looking up at me like you’re begging for scraps. Are you hungry, puppy-dog?” You try to sound indifferent but he looks so cute like this, full mouth all pouty, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Noona,” he gasps, and your heart does this little thump that makes your breath a bit shorter.

You tug the leash again, harder, shortening it in your hand so that his head is jerked forward, and he opens his mouth obediently, tongue flat against your panties.

You let out a tiny moan, unable to keep all your composure, and when you tug the chain again he moans.

“Noona, please, let me taste.”

“Take them off.” When he starts to get up on his knees you push him back down with one foot. “No hands,” you order, and he makes a frustrated grunt in the back of his throat and bites the edge of your panties, right at your hip, to work them down. You watch him, delighted, as he gets them down about halfway, and then you do the rest of the work yourself, stepping out of them.

“Now you can lick, puppy-dog,” you tell him, almost fondly, and he favors you with a bright smile before he buries his face in your cunt.

You’ve already been starting to dampen your panties from the scene and when his nose brushes against your clit you gasp, spread your legs further. Part of you wishes you’d at least made a pallet on the floor but he manages to slide his tongue inside you, his nose steadily pressing against your clit in the right way. You’d wager to say he’d done this before, and he’s good, even in this position.

Your thighs are trembling in moments and he’s making the prettiest moans against you. When you get close you tug the leash so that his tongue drags across your clit.

“Ah, good boy, good puppy-dog,” you cry out, and his groan is almost mournful when you come on his tongue, your hips bucking just slightly.

He keeps licking and sucking, just like a good puppy would, and then you tug the leash, backwards this time, so that he’s forced to move away from you.

His mouth is parted, shiny with your juices, and if you weren’t role playing right now you’d lean down and kiss him, hard, bite his juicy bottom lip. Instead, you take in a deep breath, tug him up so that he’s on his knees, resting his hands on his thighs, his neck exposed as he looks up at you, breathing hard.

His cock is standing hard against his belly, glistening with precum and so long and pretty that your mouth waters, but that’s for another time, maybe tonight after your bed comes to reward him.

Before you can speak, he wets his lips and blinks up at you.

“Noona, I want to come,” he asks, quietly, and again, pleasure shoots up your spine.

You pretend to consider even though you’ve already decided, tilting your head.

“Is my puppy-dog desperate to come? All wet and eager, just sitting there waiting for me to touch you.”

He nods, eagerly, the chain on the leash clinking again, and you tighten your grip on it but don’t tug. You take a few steps back, grabbing the other item from the box you’d brought, and when he sees it his eyes widen, a little whine coming from his lips.

It’s a riding crop, pink and sparkly to match the collar, and you drag it across his broad chest, down his stomach to just barely touch the tip of his leaking cock, and he jerks but doesn’t move his hands from his thighs.

You flick the tip of the riding crop along his nipple and he hisses. 

“More,” he gasps. “More, harder, noona.”

You raise an eyebrow, he looks wrecked and you’ve barely touched him.

“Eager puppy-dog. Sweet baby, just whining and begging to come.”

“Yes. Yes, please, touch me more, noona,” he whimpers, and you flick the riding crop over his other nipple, bringing it back down with more force than before and he cries out.

“Color?”

“Green, green, green,” Seokjin chants, tongue darting out to wet his lips again, his thighs trembling. “More, please, noona.”

You feel heat pool in your belly as you trail the riding crop between his pecs, down his stomach to light on the top of his cock again and his hips twitch. When you move it to his balls he moans loud and pretty, enough that your neighbors might hear but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You drag the crop slowly up his length and he’s trembling all over, now, looking down at what you’re doing and then back up at you with wide eyes.

“Such a good boy, good puppy-dog, noona should let you come, yeah?”

Seokjin nods eagerly. “Yes, yes, please, please.”

You flick the crop lightly across the seam of his balls, more pressure and he rocks back on his knees, head thrown back, that clinking of the leash like music to your ears.

Precum leaks from his tip, leaving a smear on his stomach and you watch him almost in wonder. It should be illegal, how beautiful he is, how pretty he looks all wrecked and whining like this.

“You’re being loud, puppy-dog. Our neighbors will hear how desperate you are.”

Seokjin whines, quieter this time.

“Lie down on your back,” you command, and he listens, biting his full bottom lip and you wish you could have a picture of this, a video, and make a mental note to ask him about it later.

Seokjin obeys, without question, he really is a good boy which surprises you somewhat given the sassy attitude you’ve always loved.

“Do you deserve a reward, puppy-dog?”

“Yes?” Seokjin asks, hesitantly, and it makes you laugh. His cock hasn’t softened even a bit since the change of position, growing red around the head and you marvel at how much he loves this and hasn’t told you after all these months.

You get down on your knees, between his thighs, and shift the leash to your non-dominant hand. You use the other to wrap your fingers lightly around his cock, around the middle instead of the base, loosely.

“Noona,” Seokjin gasps, but he stays still.

“Fuck my hand, eager puppy. If I pull the leash, you stop.” 

Seokjin moans, loud again, and starts to move his hips, fucking into your hand and you tighten your fingers just slightly as he does. Your pussy has started to actually ache with how much you want him inside you, but you can’t help teasing him, loving the way he begs you.

He sounds so pretty but you’re really starting to worry that the neighbors might bang on the wall so you impulsively grab your panties and stuff them in his mouth.

Seokjin starts to fuck your hand faster, precum sliding down your hand, making these muffled noises around the cloth and it’s so hot you just keep watching in wonder. His thrusts get desperate and sloppy and you tug gently at the leash. When he keeps bucking his hips, you tug harder and he moans around your panties and stills, trembling all over.

You pluck your panties from his mouth and he licks his lips, eyes wide. “Noona, noona please, please, please-”

“You sound so pretty when you beg, Jinnie,” you croon, stroking his cock slow, loving how thick he feels in your hand. “Gonna give you a better reward.”

Without thinking about it too much, you move to straddle his thighs, guiding him into you slow, and he hits the back of his head on the floor throwing his head back. His neck is so thick, pretty in that pink, sparkly collar. You tug on the leash to get him to look at you.

“I love you,” you say simply, and his eyes soften, his hands twitching as if he wants to touch you.

“I love you too,” he responds, and then licks his lip again. “Will you please let me come this time?”

You laugh, loud and open, and rock forward, making him gasp.

“Something tells me you’d like me to edge you more, stuff my panties back in your mouth.”

“Mmph, fuck, yes, but-”

“But not now.” You break the roleplay just a bit, rocking forward and tugging his leash again to get him to lean up and kiss you. He tastes like your cunt and the chocolates the two of you had eaten before beginning the move and you moan into his mouth. “Later,” you gasp when you pull away, starting to roll your hips. “Later we’ll do lots more of this.”

“Yes, fuck, you feel so good and tight, noona-” Seokjin’s hips buck just slightly but you’re too far gone to worry about punishing him, lifting your hips and ass so that you bounce on his cock.

“Noona,” he gasps. “Noona noona noona I’m gonna come-” He warns, but you don’t let up, chasing your own orgasm, rocking so that his pelvis presses against your clit.

“Ah, fuck-” he cries out, and takes hold of your hips, and you abandon the leash entirely to lean down and kiss him when you cum, moaning into his mouth.

Your head is fuzzy when you come down, breathing hard against him.

Belatedly, a steady thump is heard from the apartment next door, as if to tell you to shut up, and you burst into laughter against his chest where you’re resting.

His chest rumbles with laughter and you kiss along his collarbones before leaning up to pat his cheek.

“We should probably shower before the bed arrives,” you suggest, standing up on shaky legs.

He smiles at you, eyes sparkling. “What, you don’t want them to find us naked on the floor, you leading me around on a leash?”