#sub bangchan

finally!!! been working on this collab for a while w/ daisy @live-laugh-bangchan and it's been lots of fun! they've been absolutely wonderful to work with (and so very patient 🧎‍♂️). make sure to check out his seungmin fic as well <3 hope u enjoy!

Chan would be lying if he said the conversation he and Seungmin had hadn’t made an impression on him. It had been a couple of days, and what he was taught (plus the uh, intense video) had remained on a loop in his mind throughout. Not like an intrusive thought or anything, he doesn’t dislike thinking about it, really, but it isn’t the concept for his usual daydreams. Now, however, whenever there’s a quiet moment it’s all he can think about. At first, it had been you in the position of the video. If he was honest with himself, he was deflecting, putting you in the shoes (paws?) of the person. Imagining you on your knees, groin rubbing against his shoe. And he was soothed by the fact that it didn’t make him as excited anymore. It was more so cute than sexy. Maybe it was just something he enjoyed a couple of beers in and not an actual thing for him. But then he thought back to the conversation. Seungmin's words had affected him. Being called a “wolf in heat” had affected him. And then his daydream changed. It wasn’t you on your knees anymore; it was him. Your heel heavy against his cock, the collar tight around his throat. That thought was… an issue. Not in a sex shamey way, rather in a “I’m in the studio with Han and Changbin right now, and if I pop a boner they’ll notice” kind of way. After that day in the studio where he had to excuse himself for the bathroom, he deep-dived into research. Purely out of intrigue, of course, nothing else. 

Tabs and tabs of research had been living rent-free on his computer. Some of it porn with titles that embarrassed him to his core, like “Puppyboy gets punished” and “Gentle dom edges puppy”. Some of it was blogposts from kinksters about the kink, giving advice on good shops to purchase gear from and how to get started. It was like a whole world had opened up for him, and he just dug deeper. He had some tabs open of different products he liked but hadn’t dared purchase yet, like a pretty collar that offered a custom dog tag and some wolf/pup ears. It felt like his own dirty little secret, perusing all of these websites. He had yet to bring it up to you, and he doubted he could anytime soon. It was… too scary. Chan trusts you so so much. He knows he won’t be judged by you if he brings it up. It’s not like the two of you aren’t experimental in the bedroom; you had choked and spanked him many times before. It was just… Maybe it was because he found out about it through Seungmin? If he found out on his own it wouldn’t be as embarrassing. But now the whole thing was associated with his member, his dongsaeng, and it made him want to hide it. (Un)fortunately for Chan, he did a shit job of it. 

The two of you were hanging out at his and Jeongin's dorm. Chan was sitting in the livingroom on his phone as you waited for the popcorn to be done so you could start watching a movie. As the microwave dinged, you stood up to fetch it. 

“Oh my phone is almost dead, could you bring my charger? It’s on my desk.” 

Chan called out after you. You just hummed in confirmation and detoured to Chan's room. Like always, it was impeccably clean. No dust, nothing out of place. Everything easy to find. You walked up to his desk and grabbed his charger. As you pulled it out, you happened to nudge his mouse, alerting his computer. Its screen was the only source of light in the otherwise dark room. You didn’t notice anything odd at first. But then you glanced over and happened to see what was open on the screen. Tabs and tabs of… porn. Sorted, of course, all in alphabetical order, but still porn. You snorted to yourself. You weren’t surprised at all. Of course your boyfriend watched porn. He was a workaholic who needed to destress; it was natural for him to need some time on his own. But then you saw the titles. 

“Huh…”

All of them had some variation of “pup” or “puppy” in them. “Puppy learns to ride”, “Well-trained pup gets a treat”, “Puppy begs to get fucked stupid”... The list went on. You raised a brow. This was… new. Not in a bad way, not at all, just new. Something the two of you haven’t explored before. You clicked through the tabs, your curiosity pushing you to dig deeper. You saw the other pages as well, the shops and blogposts. Chan had really done his research. You beamed and chuckled to yourself, excitement buzzing through your body at the mere thought of recreating his research. He probably fell into it recently, hence why he hadn’t voiced his discovery to you yet. Chan is shy, so you knew it’d take a while nonetheless. You made sure to go back to the correct tab and put the laptop into sleepmode before leaving the room. You weren’t going to tell him about what you had found. He’d get embarrassed and freeze up, and there was a chance he would outright deny it all. You just grabbed the popcorn and sat down next to him, snuggling into him on the couch. He’d tell you when he was ready, and the two of you could explore it together. 

At least that’s what you thought. A couple of days went by, and he didn’t utter a single word about it. Everything was like always. You and Chan hung out when his schedule allowed it, mostly just movie nights or gaming dates. Cuddles on the couch with a bowl of snacks in your lap as you either cried or laughed together. No mention of any “recent discoveries”. You were patient. No rush. He could take his time with it; you didn’t mind. 

Then a week went by. You fucked like normal. Well, your version of normal. Which you were fine with. You didn’t have to go headfirst into a new kink. The sex was still intimate and loving, and after all what truly matters is who you’re with, not what you do. 

Another week. Same old. Maybe he whined a little louder when you gripped his throat, but that was it. You had discreetly asked him when you started if there was anything new he wanted to try out. He had blinked slowly, thoughts buzzing in his mind, before he shook his head. You knew he had considered saying it. Even if it was just for a second, you saw that look in his eyes. But he remained silent. You assumed he wasn’t ready yet. A bit frustrating, but you knew Chan and his dislike for change. Keeping things the way they usually were might motivate him more. Even if it took some time, you thought you could manage. 

And then finally, it had been a month. Nothing. No hints, no suggestions, nothing. Chan wasn’t going to say anything. At first, even though you might hate to admit it, you had been a little hurt. You thought the two of you were pretty open and honest with each other, having no need for secrets. But now… Had you done something to make him close up? You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Why hadn’t he brought it up? Maybe he wasn’t into it, maybe you were wrong. But then again, you had snuck into his room another time during one of your hangouts and had seen even more cliche porn titles on the screen. He had to have some sort of interest in it. Then… why? Was it truly that embarrassing to him? You had pondered it long and hard until you were just tired of it. Chan wasn’t going to say anything, so someone had to. At least if that someone really wanted to make this fantasy into a reality. 

A few days have gone by since you made your decision (unbeknownst to Chan). With his lack of sleep clear on his face, Chan opens the door to his and Jeongin's dorm. You arrived a few hours earlier thanks to your looser schedule, and had already prepared everything for your evening. Chan smiles tiredly as he spots you in the kitchen.

“Hi baby.” 

He sighs blissfully. You can see the tension in his shoulders slowly loosen from your presence, whatever troubles he had in his body from the day gradually disappearing. You smile back and gesture towards the table. 

“I made us dinner.” 

Chan sighs again at the sight. Nothing fancy really, just a simple homemade meal consisting of meat, oven-baked potatoes and sauce, but still so appreciated. He had been locked in the studio for most of yesterday and today, endlessly recording and editing a track for their next comeback (even if the next one is months away), and has honestly forgotten to eat. The fact that you took the time to make it knowing that he’d be too tired to cook warms his heart. 

“I love youuuu.”

He groans and walks up to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and kissing you. You giggle against his lips before pushing him off. 

“Let’s eat and we can cuddle later.” 

Chan pouts with a half-hearted glare but doesn’t put up a fight and sits down at the table. You sit down opposite him, making sure you both have cutlery and your glasses are full. 

“Am I getting princess treatment tonight?” 

Chan raises a brow in suspicion as you fuss over the table; he’s ready to step in whenever. He always gets a little antsy when you care for him, always wanting to help or do the job himself. You sigh and roll your eyes, giving him a pointed look. 

“Yes you are, no you may not help, sit down and eat.” 

Your words are firm. No “but”s, no “maybe”s. Chan huffs but does as you say and starts eating. Whatever he was feeling before disappears as he finally digs in. His eyes close as he slowly chews the meat, humming at the taste. No words needed. He loves it. You smile to yourself and eat as well. 

“How was your day?”

You ask casually, your cutlery clinking against the plate as you cut your steak. 

“Long. We managed to make some progress on that track I showed you. Han changed some things around, so some transitions had to be improved. Not too bad though.” 

He hums, half sigh half smile. 

“Weren’t you working on that same track yesterday?”

You ask, amusement in your voice. 

“No that was a different one. We’re considering having them on the same album though, so it helps to work on them simultaneously.”

He shrugs. 

“Hate to state the obvious here but you three are workaholics. Especially you. The other boys and I have a group chat without you just to document signs of life. You’re lucky Minho walked past the studio and saw you breathing, I was considering skipping work just to check in on you.” 

Your eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance but the twitch of your lip betrays you. The fondness in your eyes remains even when you’re worried. Chan rolls his eyes jokingly. 

“Hey now, someone has to do it. The kids shouldn’t complain either, without our work we have no comeback.” 

You sigh and give him another stern look. 

“Do you really have to work on the next comeback when you have one in a couple of weeks?” 

Chan just shrugs. This is everyday conversation. You nagging him and him being avoidant. Not in a tiring way, it’s simply routine. Both you and he can tell when the tone changes from teasing to serious, and right now, it’s nothing but playful banter. 

“One day, I’m going to tie you up and lock you inside for a week. I’ll fight JYP himself to keep you home.” 

You hum over your glass. Chan wiggles his eyebrows as he finishes his food. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” 

You roll your eyes at how cheesy he’s being. That is a good segue though… 

You’ve both finished eating when Chan stands up to put away the dishes. You make a warning noise and point to his chair, a silent order to sit the fuck down. He huffs and puffs but does as you say, arms crossed over his chest like a whining child. You smile and stand, kissing his head as you pick up after the two of you and put it in the dishwasher. 

“So what are the plans now? Movie?” 

He mutters, knowing that you probably are serious about your “princess treatment” and have planned the rest of your evening. You smirk, back turned towards him, and pick up the small package you had hidden behind a conveniently placed cutting board. 

“Maybeee… But first-”

You turn around and place the package in front of him. 

“Open it.”

You sit back down in your chair, facing him. Chan eyes the sparkly white box, poking the blue bow on the top. His ears are already flushed, both in slight embarrassment and joy. Even a gift gets a shy response from him.  

“...why?” 

He asks with furrowed brows, sceptical somehow.

“Just because. Open it.” 

You gesture to the box with a smile. He sighs, the corners of his lips twitching, and opens it. 

When he sees what’s inside, two things happen. First, the redness that was just on his ears spreads. It travels over his face all the way down to his chest. Chan feels it spread lower, warm all over his body. Second, he lets out a truly pathetic sound. It’s halfway between a whimper and a groan, half excitement, half deep dread. His eyes flicker over the contents he recognises from his “research”. In the box is a baby blue collar. Silver metal and blue fabric, all carefully crafted, with a dogtag as the cherry on top. In a beautiful swirly font it reads “Puppy”. Chan feels his stomach drop. You study his face with your nerves clear on your own. This was a leap. It got your point across, but you are praying it’s not too much. Chan, however, can’t even look at you. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish on dry land, desperately trying to speak. 

“You- How- When?!” 

His voice is strained. You smile almost apologetically. 

“So uhm… You remember when you asked me to grab your charger…?”

Your voice trails off. Chan blinks, the cogwheels in his head turning before his eyes snap up to yours. He knows exactly what collar it is because it’s the same one he has been eyeing for close to a month now. 

“You… You saw.” 

Your heart breaks. He sounds so small, his voice barely above a whisper. Chan is so embarrassed. His eyes are wide open, almost looking a little wet. Before, he couldn’t look at you, but now his gaze is frantic, desperately trying to pick apart every microexpression to see if you’re angry. Disgusted. He’s making so many false assumptions in mere milliseconds and now it’s your responsibility to make him see clearly. 

“I saw. And I was happy with what I saw.” 

Your tone is gentle, treating him like fragile glass. He swallows thickly, lips pursed.

“Happy…?” 

There’s a slight trace of hope in his voice. Hope that you aren’t thinking what he fears you are, that you don’t mind. You sigh softly. 

“Chan. It’s okay. I accidentally saw it and it’s not a big deal. I was surprised, but not in a bad way. Seeing your uh, research, opened my eyes to something new. So I waited for you to say something about it. I was excited! But then I realised you weren’t going to say anything so I…”

You gesture to the box with a small smile. 

“Took it into my own hands.”

The tension in Chan's body seems to dissipate a little at your words, but he still looks a tad sceptical. 

“So you’re not like, grossed out?”

That gets you to sigh genuinely, giving him a deadpan look. 

“Baby, we have done kinker things together. I don’t see why this is such a big deal.” 

Chan flusters, looking away from you with a pout, his whole face bright red. 

“It’s just- Seungmin was the one who told me about it and he made it sound so… freaky.” 

You chuckle fondly and reach out, placing your hand on top of his to rub soothing circles into it. 

“Seungmin…? Baby. I’m not surprised. He’s definitely in denial about liking it and projecting it onto you. Don’t listen to him.” 

You actually get a giggle out of him with that comment, pouting lips spreading into a shy grin. 

“He was definitely projecting.”

“Anyone could’ve told you that.” 

You smile. He looks back at you, a lot calmer about the situation. Your words seem to have calmed his overthinking mind. 

“So… Should I take this as a sign you’re into it?” 

He asks with a small smirk. You chuckle and nod. 

“Yes baby, I am. And based on what I saw on that computer, you’re really into it.” 

“Hey! Stop teasing.” 

He whines, all dramatic and playful. You roll your eyes fondly. 

Your nails drag against the back of his hand as you lean closer over the table. Your eyes drill into his, gaze intense while you study him. 

“You want to be my puppy, don’t you Channie?” 

You feel his reaction under your hand before you see it on his face. Chans heart jumps into his throat. His palms are sweaty within seconds, heat blossoming under his skin. He swallows dryly, his eyes blown wide open.

“Uhm-” 

“Don’t you? Awh mutt, it must’ve been so difficult to keep this a secret. Poor thing.” 

Your tone is that sickly sweet that makes him shiver. Loving yet mean, in all the best ways. He bites his bottom lip, trying to muffle a whimper. All this time he's been imagining you saying these things to him, daydreaming about it with his hand wrapped around his cock, and yet… It’s nowhere close to the real thing.

“I’m not a mutt…”

He mumbles softly, his voice thick. Speaking is getting more and more difficult. You raise a brow. 

“You’re not? Is puppy my good boy?” 

His head already feels foggy, a new soothing headspace clouding his mind. He nods, licking his lips. You smirk and stand, walking over so you’re looming over him. Chans' gaze is turned downwards, something in him quickly locking into his role of subservience. 

“Look at me and use your words baby.” 

His skin feels like it’s on fire. A dangerous concoction of embarrassment and lust swirls in his stomach, spreading throughout his body, itching under his skin. His eyes travel from the floor up your body until he finally meets your gaze. 

“...I’m your good boy.”

His voice is close to a whisper. You can see his brain melting on his face. That glossy look in his eyes, the slight raise of his brows. He’s already going stupid. 

“Yes you are!”

You coo and reach up to pet his hair. You barely have time to blink before he leans into your hand, eyes closed in bliss as you scratch at his scalp. That slow falling into fluffy thoughts has a risk of becoming a quick drop if this continues. You chuckle and let your hand wander down to his chin, lifting it so your eyes meet. 

“Does this feel okay? It might not seem like it, but I don’t want to spring this on you if you don’t want to baby.”

Chan blinks, snapping out of that fuzzy feeling. 

“It’s okay. I… want this.”

You smile down at him and rub his cheek. 

“Should we perhaps move this into the bedroom then?” 

He nods and stands, stealing a kiss before grabbing your hand to drag you along. You make sure to grab the box on the way. 

Chan stands in the middle of the room while you sit down on the bed. His eyes are turned downwards almost instinctively, his body tense with nerves. You can see his red ears so clearly against his blonde hair; it’s almost laughable. 

“So… what now?” 

He asks. 

“I have no grand plans. We’re testing something new, so I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” 

You hum, crossing your legs.

“We’ll play it by ear. You remember your safeword?”

Chan nods.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good boy. Kneel on the floor, right in front of me.” 

You see the shiver that runs down his spine. On shaky legs he walks closer and slowly lowers himself until his knees hit the floor. Your hand finds its place in his hair again, petting the short strands with gentle care. Chan is so warm. He feels like he's about to explode, and all you have made him do is kneel. Every scratch against his scalp is making it worse. He subconsciously spreads his knees, just to make himself more comfortable as he starts to firm up in his pants. You hum with a smile on your lips. 

“Good puppy, being such an obedient boy.”

He can’t help but whine, leaning his chin on your knee.

“Does puppy want his collar and leash?” 

If Chan had a tail, it would be wagging. Leash…? He didn’t see a leash before, but the idea is so hot he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He nods and straightens his back, looking up at you almost pleadingly, neck stretched out to give you access. You grab the collar and carefully click it in place around his neck. The weight of it feels grounding, his breath catching in his throat. You thumb the skin around it, grabbing his chin so you can tilt his head side to side. 

“Perfect. You look beautiful, puppy.”

You coo. Chan sighs in bliss, fingers twitching where they rest on his thighs. You grab the leash that had been hidden in the box under the collar, the same color and metal. As you attach it, the sound echoes in his head. You tug on it lightly, just enough to move him forward. Chan yelps, not expecting it, steadying himself with his arms. 

“How does it feel?”

You hum. He purses his lips, trying to gather his words.

“...good.”

He mumbles. You just smile above him. Your hand returns to his chin, thumbing at his plump lips. He’s already gone, that tug on his leash his final push into nothingness. He opens his lips pliantly, tongue peaking out to lick at your finger. You push it into his mouth, letting his warm tongue wrap around it. Chans eyes close in concentration. He’s properly sucking it off, nails digging into his thighs. A trail of drool drops down his chin and a low whine is heard. He’s too gone to register that it came from him. 

“Puppy needs his mouth busy, doesn’t he? Such a good toy.” 

You haven’t explored this yet, objectification, but based on his response, he really doesn’t mind. He groans, his noises vibrating against you as he nods, bobbing on your finger. You chuckle softly at him.

“Already gone stupid baby? Poor thing.”

The saccharine tone of your voice makes him twitch in his pants, his neglected cock weeping. You look down to see the wet spot soaking through his gray sweatpants. 

“Someones excited.”

Your foot nudges between his legs, pointing out the obvious. Chan cries out at the stimulation. The fabric against him, the way you're treating him like he belongs beneath you… It’s driving him crazy. He furrows his brows, nodding almost shamefully. 

“Take it off. All of it.”

He feels the weight of your command and doesn’t hesitate to comply. You remove your finger and wipe off the drool on his cheek. With shaky hands, he undoes his shirt, the slowness of his movement an effect of his nerves and not an attempt to tease. Then he stands on his knees, tugging his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, having to maneuver a bit to get them fully off. Once all his layers have been peeled off, he looks up at you. You, fully clothed, and he, stark naked. He feels so exposed under you, truly treated like an animal with no need for clothes. Your smile is all the praise he gets. 

“Come up here, I’ll take care of you.”

You tug at his leash and pat your lap. He crawls up, his knees on the sides of your thigh. Chan is making himself small, all curled up. You grab him by the collar, the leash too long to serve any practical use this close up, and tug him closer. You lean in to his neck and kiss along his skin before finally mumbling in his ear. 

“I’m not doing any work. You get to rut against my thigh like the desperate mutt you are if you  want to get off.” 

His breath hitches, quivering against you. Hesitantly, he moves. If he thought the light graze of your foot was intense, this is mind-breaking. Every little twitch is dizzyingly good, the head of his cock bright red and so very sensitive. He’s practically pulsing against you. He drags over your clothed muscle, slowly moving his hips. Chan feels like a live wire, every little grind making his voice crack as he whimpers needily. The fabric of your pants is mean to his leaking cock, rough and bordering on painful. His pre smudges against it, leaving a dark spot. You tut at his speed, gripping his hips to drag him against you. His hips stutter as you move him around at a faster speed than he can handle, rolling his groin in quick, short movements. He’s already close. 

“I- Too much-”

He pants out, lips parted and glossy as he struggles for air. You raise a brow.

“What’s your color?”

He closes his eyes and groans.

“G-green.”

You speed up even more, his own hips following your hands hungrily. Your pants are already soaked, Chan leaking like a faulty faucet. 

“If puppy wants to stop, you don’t have to come tonight. Would puppy prefer that?” 

There’s that taunting tone again. He shakes his head aggressively, stuttering over his words as he begs. 

“P-Please don’t- Don’t stop. Puppy wants to come, please-” 

He hides his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His orgasms usually feel like a slow build, like something you’ve carefully crafted and raised until it gets unbearable. Now it stings with how quickly he’s on the edge. Within minutes, he’s been turned into a whimpering, leaking mess. His desperation makes you chuckle. 

“Go on then, come for me.” 

If you thought your pants were soaked before, it’s nothing compared to now. He makes a strangled noise and ruts forward, spilling all over you. The sheer force of it is insane, some of it decorating the front of your shirt. Chan can barely breathe; every part of his body is tingling from his orgasm. He’s practically sobbing, shaking as he’s panting out wet little noises against your neck. You pet his back firmly, your words sweet in his ear. 

“Good boy, made such a pretty mess for me.” 

He’s all whines, slowly coming down from it all. His arms wrap around you as a way to soothe himself, to feel you pressed against him. You keep touching him as a silent reminder that you’re there. This is new; it’s no surprise that he might need some care. You’re happy to do it. Slowly but surely, he returns to his body. His grip on you loosens, and he leans back to look you in the eyes. His face is bright red and so is the rest of his body. His eyes still look a little out of it, but not in a worrying way. He just looks like his head is still full of that comforting fluff. 

“You okay puppy?”

You hum, resting your palm against his cheek. He nods, swallowing dryly. 

“I’m- I’m fine. Thank you.” 

You smile proudly, kissing his forehead. 

“Do you want to continue? Can puppy take it?” 

Chan nods again. There’s still something under his skin he wants to scratch, a craving he needs to indulge in. His cock has softened slightly, yet still looks ready for whatever you might want to do to him. 

You smile and pat the space next to you and help him move off your lap. Standing up, you go to his closet, opening it and finding what you’re looking for. You take the box and place it in front of him where he’s kneeling on the bed. 

“Lie down, stomach up.”

He follows your order, his back hitting the bed. Chan still looks like a mess, his stomach and groin covered in come as his leash rests against his flushed chest. His skin has a light sheen of sweat and his short hair is all tousled. All in all, he looks absolutely delicious. You pick out what you need and place the box on the floor. Chan's eyes follow your movements curiously, unsure what you have in store for him. He can’t see too well from where he lies prone, having a hard time spotting what you grabbed. You just smile, your grin making him shiver, and grab his ankles to push his legs up. Chan, surprisingly enough, can get reder and does so when you maneuver him into such an embarrassing position. His feet meet the backs of his thighs and expose him to your studying gaze. You hold up the bottle of lube you’ve grabbed, showing mercy on him by letting him know what’s about to happen. His breath stutters at the sight. You just chuckle and put some on your fingers. Your fingers circle his hole, slowly warming him up. He whines, legs trying to close around your arm. He’s oversensitive, his cock already twitching back to life. 

“Keep them spread for me and relax.”

You tut, gesturing to his hands. He grabs his knees and parts them, his hands shaking. You continue to play with him, the tip of your finger dipping into him. You make sure to take it slow so he relaxes, pushing into him gradually. Every little bit is a mix of heaven and hell for him, the slowness making him whine in frustration. 

“Gotta make sure you can take my cock puppy.” 

You hum. That makes him whine for a completely different reason. Real or silicone, Chan is excited for whatever. You slowly go deeper, another finger joining the other as you stretch him out. His thighs twitch as he desperately tries to hold them apart. Your fingers feel so good. He’s back to being a dizzy, dumb puppy. His mouth is open as he pants, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. You slightly crook your fingers inside of him, and you know you’ve hit his prostate when he gasps out a moan. You keep rubbing against it, thrusting your fingers in and out. His nerves feel positively frazzled, his back arching into your touch. Every little nudge inside is making him leak, a pool of pre already visible on his stomach. Once he seems loose enough, you pull out, a pitiful whine escaping his lips. You smile and chuckle to yourself as you take out the harness. 

“Puppy is such a desperate mutt that he doesn’t deserve real cock. This will have to do.”

You hum and step into it, adjusting it along your hips. Chan is so lost that he doesn’t even remember if you have a cock or not; he just whines again at your words.

“I’m your good boy, please-”

You tug on the leash, making his breath catch in his throat. 

“You’ll take it as a good boy then.”

All words fail him; Chan can only try to breathe as you line yourself up. He feels the blunt end of the toy against his hole, poking at him. You’re taking things so so slow and he’s shaking in anticipation, his heels digging into the bed to try and pull you inside. You push down on his chest, grabbing his neck roughly. 

“Down.”

God. He really feels like a disobedient dog, rutting and humping without thinking. It’s doing very interesting things to his body. Frustratingly slow, you push into him. He feels every inch as it enters, his chest heaving from how hard he’s panting. You can see a trail of drool run down his chin, teasing the veins on his throat. It feels like the toy will never end, just going deeper and deeper. When he finally feels the front of your thighs hit the back of his, he exhales shakily. You push his knees up to his chest, properly folding him in half as you lean over him. Tears prick at his eyes from the sheer intensity. 

“This okay puppy?” 

You hum. Chan nods, lips pursed as he just feels the pressure against his prostate. You haven’t moved, yet his cock twitches under his thighs. 

“So- so good- Please move…”

He whimpers, his tears falling down his cheeks. You take pity on him and do as he asks, rolling your hips into him. He cries out in pleasure, only slightly muffled as you tug on the leash. Chan is babbling nonsense already, begging for more as he moans. You speed up gradually, and his volume follows. Soon he’s at a level where you thank God Jeongin isn’t home because he’d be way too aware of what you’re doing. Chan is in too deep to care, all whimpers and groans as you plow into him. It doesn’t take long for him to get close again. You haven’t even touched his cock, and you see the telltale signs. His head falls back, his eyes close, and his body twitches. His stomach is already covered in a frankly ridiculous amount of pre. You grin and tug him onto your cock by his leash. 

“Is puppy going to come? Make another mess?”

You taunt, your own breathing ragged. He nods hurriedly, not being able to speak through his moans. 

“Good boys ask for permission.”

And just because you can, you go even harder, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing against the walls. Chan chokes on his breath, eyes rolling back. 

“P-please- Please let puppy come! Been so so good, gonna make such- such a mess for you! Your good boy-” 

Chan has no idea what he’s saying but he’s desperate. He already come once, yet he still needs a second one. All he can think about is doing good, being a pretty puppy. Any hesitation he felt before has been washed away. All he is is your stupid mutt. Your good boy. You hum as you consider his pleas. Chans whimpers are so high pitched he truly sounds like a dog begging for a treat. 

“Should I allow you? You already came once…”

You frown. Chans eyes snap open in panic, looking up into yours. They’re glossy and wet, the tears falling freely down his cheeks. He’s so close, his nails digging into his thighs as he tries to hold on. 

“Pleasepleaseplease I need to!”

He sobs. You think it over for another few seconds, seconds that feel like hours to him, before you smile. 

“Go ahead mutt, come on my cock.”

That’s all it takes. Chan wails and arches his back of the bed as he finally gets permission. His head is buried in the mattress, his entire body shaking. You fuck him through it, every thrust pushing more come out of him in waves. He’s never come hands-free like this before. You look down on him in fascination as you fuck him through it, only stopping when the overstimulation gets too much. You’re both panting and sweating, slowly trying to come down from it all. Chans eyes are closed as he steadies his breathing, his heart no longer hammering against his chest. He blinks drunkenly, trying to look at you. It’s like he’s in a haze, his vision blurry. You carefully pull out of him, making him hiss. Removing the harness and your sullied clothes, you stand up and hurry to the bathroom to wet a towel. 

Chan lies limp against the bed, arm thrown over his face. He’s so tired. His body aches in the most pleasant of ways, and his muscles feel worn out. It was better than he could have ever dreamed of, and he feels silly that he made such a big deal out of it. You had welcomed his new interest with open arms and he is so incredibly grateful. Yet… After that intense scene, he feels his head swimming in thoughts. Some of his previous doubts return to him, pestering his mind. He didn’t take care of you, and now he was too tired to. What if you didn’t enjoy it? Had he been greedy and selfish? Did you feel forced to do it after finding his perverse research? If only he weren’t so tired, he might have understood that this was sub drop and not real. 

“I’m just going to clean you up baby.”

You hum gently as you return, not wanting to be too loud and overwhelm him. He nods under his arm, mumbling something muffled. You wipe him down, carefully cleaning his stomach and where he’s most sensitive. You make sure to be extra careful as every wipe makes him shiver. Yet he just lies there, letting you take care of him. Once he’s as clean as you'll get him with a towel, you put it away and undo the collar. You take it off and put it on your bedside table before lying down next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. You gently move his arm to look at his face. His eyes look red, and his tears look fresher than you’d like. You furrow your brows in concern.

“Baby. Everything alright?”

You rub at his cheek. Chan sniffles. Ḧe looks so small, still shaking a bit in the aftershock. 

“...You enjoyed it, right?”

His voice is barely above a whisper, his big eyes looking into yours. 

“I loved it. You did so well for me. I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you with all of this. You looked absolutely beautiful under me and were so obedient. I really enjoyed it.” 

“Even if I didn’t do much for you? I don’t feel like I was a ‘good puppy’...”

He jokes weakly, his heart on his sleeve. 

“You were the best puppy baby. I wanted to focus on you. I feel satisfied with how the scene went, I promise. Why are you feeling like this?”

You coo, wiping his tears away. 

“Just… I guess I was just really nervous? I don’t know why I made it such a big deal either.”

He sighs and wraps himself around you in a proper koala hug, his face resting against your neck. You kiss the top of his head fondly. 

“Sometimes we get in our own heads. It’s alright, sweetheart. You did so well, and I love you so, so much. My pretty boy.”

He sniffles, but you can feel his smile against your skin. 

“I love you too.” 

Bang Chan - Service Sub. He’ll do anything to keep you satisfied. will follow your orders. 100% a munch. Loves praise. Definitely starts overthinking that you’re disappointed. Verbal reassurance + warm bath + cuddles. Needs to be told over and over that he did well and that you’re proud of him. Loves lying with his head in your lap while you play with his hair.

Lee Know - Bratty sub.  Loves testing your patience. Rolls his eyes mid command to get a rise out of you. Degrade him(but also praise him). Melts when you force him to say sorry and punish him<3. Acts like he doesn’t need special aftercare, but melts if you clean him up and rub his back. Likes when you quietly hold him until he relaxes.

Changbin - Needy princess. Needs 24/7 attention. Gets pouty when you don’t cater to him every waking second. Loves praise, no matter how much you praise him he always gets super shy :(. Wants every ounce of your focus after, just as much as during. Loves when you shower him in praise, cuddle him, and feed him snacks. 

Hyunjin - pillow prince. Loves your attention. Lives for long kisses. Melts when you worship his body.  Gets so, so whiny when you stop, but gets so shy when you make him beg :( <3 Needs you to kiss all over his face, pet his hair, and worship him even after the scene ends. Loves soft words and constant touch until he drifts off.

Han - “Bratty” sub. He tries to act bratty to get a rise out of you, but quickly turns into mush when you confront him about it. Goes from “make me” to moaning your name in seconds <3. Praise addict. Gets embarrassed about how needy he got, so he loves when you joke with him a little to lighten the mood. Lots of praise, forehead kisses, and cuddles.

Felix - Sweetest sub. He is such an angel. Does whatever you say without hesitation. His ears turn pink at praise(but he also likes to be degraded…!) He definitely is a crier. Oral fixation… Wrap him in blankets, cuddle chest-to-chest, and whisper soft praises until he stops crying. Likes when you rub his back or hold his hand tight so he feels safe. <3

Seungmin - bratty pup sub. Teases and mocks you. He’s so bratty until you make him repeat himself :(. Loves to be called “dumb pup/puppy” and “good boy”(when he listens). Just a little bit of pet play<3 He won’t ask for it, but he loves when you wipe him down, put clothes on him, and hold him close. He gets shy about eye contact, so he likes when you hum or talk softly while petting his hair.

“What are you working on, hyung?” He asked, pressing in closer to Chan.

Chan elbows him gently in the stomach, pushing him away.

“None of your business, Ayen-ah. Let me work in peace.”

He doesn’t even look away from his computer for a second to say it, and Jeongin gives you an incredulous look, like he’s on a sitcom and you’re the camera. You shrug at him, content to hole up on the couch and wait for your boyfriend to be done. The two of you didn’t really have any plans today, and you were happy to just share the space with him today. 

Jeongin leans in closer despite Chan’s warning, and Chan huffs, elbowing him a little harder.

“I’m serious Ayen-ah.”

“If it’s work-related, then I should be allowed to know!” He whines, draping himself across Chan’s back, “We work together. Your work is probably going to affect me, don’t I get a say?”

Chan groans, leaning back into Jeongin. “Jeongin, I swear to god-”

“You’re such a control freak,” Jeongin says with a laugh, pushing off of him, “I was messing around with you, but you took me seriously. Hyung, does Channie hyung ever take a break from having a stick up his-yah!”

Chan swats at him before he can finish his sentence, and he sticks his tongue out at him, settling into the couch next to you.

“Hyung, Channie hyung is being mean to me.” Jeongin says with a pout.

“How rude,” you say, pulling the younger boy closer to you dramatically, eyes twinkling, “You’re just trying to help.”

Chan rolls his eyes at your antics, but goes back to typing. You and Jeongin put something quiet on the TV and curl up, Jeongin’s appetite to mess with Chan successfully fulfilled now that he’s got you on his side.

But your brain is still caught up on the comment Jeongin made. It was little, and it probably was already out of his head, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You suppose it makes sense that the other members saw Chan as a control freak, with how in charge he always has to be in front of them. You also suppose that’s why he’s such a good boy for you in bed, because it’s his chance to let go and just not think for a while.

You also suppose you can use this to your advantage.

You wonder how much it would take for him to break in front of his bandmates. How much pressure you would have to put him under to see that leader facade of his crack and shatter, for his friends to catch a glimpse of the Chan you got to see all the time. 

You bring it up to him later, once he’s off of his laptop and Jeongin, who had already gotten bored of the show that he put on, wandered back into his room. You’re splayed across the couch, Chan resting between your legs with his head on your chest. He’s a comforting weight on top of you, and you’re watching some movie you’re only half paying attention to. You’ve been fighting a boner since the idea of messing with Chan in front of his members started to swirl in your head, and now, when you have a sleepy Chan resting peacefully on your chest, was not the time to get hard.

It was the time, however, to mess with him just a little bit.

“Hey, jagiya,” you murmur, voice low and thick, “Can I ask you a question?”

“You already did,” he says, making you huff, “Also, just ask it. What are you asking me for?”

“It’s a sex question.”

“Ah. Ask anyways.” He says that, but there’s red tinging his ears already, like he’s flustered that you’re even thinking something like that right now.

“Would you wear a toy out in public?”

His head jumps up, the crown of it almost smacking your chin as he does. He’s giving you a wide-eyed look, completely bewildered, mouth opening and closing uselessly as he blinks up at you. You shoot him a look back, unamused.

“You told me to just ask-”

“I didn’t think it would be like-would be like…that.” He hisses, pink dusting his cheeks. “Why’re you even thinking about something like that??”

“Ayen-ah called you a control freak earlier,” you said, holding eye contact just to watch him fluster more, “It made me think about using a vibrator on you in front of your members and seeing if you could handle it. See how much of a ‘control freak’ you really are.”

“Jagi!” he whisper-yells, face flushed.

He buries his face back into your chest, fists curling into your hoodie to try and ground himself. Unfortunately for him, his crotch is pressed right against your thigh in this position, and you can feel the half-chub he’s already sporting at the way you’re talking to him. He shifts his hips a bit, but it’s not subtle, and his cock twitches against your thigh.

You press your thigh up, flexing it, grinning when he chokes back a whimper into a keen. It’s high and in his throat, and it makes you sliiiiide a hand down his back and squeeze at his ass. You use your grip on him to press him into the meat of your thigh, and he squirms in your grasp, caught between pushing you away and pressing you closer.

“Like the idea?” You tease, laugh rumbling in your chest when his only response is to whine into your neck.

“C’mon, jagi, use your words,” you faux pout, tone just a little mean, “You’re in control, right? My big boy, all in control and humping my thigh like a dog.”

“Stop,” he whines, but his face comes up so that he can glare at you weakly, “‘nd I like it a little too much. It’s risky, we can’t.”

“We can,” you murmur, slowing his movements to just a grind, “You just have to be good for me and keep quiet. I know you can do it.”

He lets out a shaky exhale, body betraying him as he humps into your thigh harder. You ignore the throbbing of your own erection, focusing now on making him come on your thigh. A few whispered praises and a properly timed flex of your thigh has him tipping over the edge, eyes rolling back and mouth parting in the prettiest ‘o’ you’ve ever seen. No sounds escape his mouth, trapped in his throat as his hips twitch weakly against you.

He presses himself back into you, sticky mess leaking through his pants and onto yours.

“Order one.” he says, voice muffled in your neck.

You blink, shifting to try and look at him. “What?”

“The…you know.” he says, eyes averted. It clicks, and you snort, rolling your eyes at him for trying to be discreet when he’s asking you to put a vibrator in his ass in the foreseeable future.

“Let’s get cleaned up, then you can help me choose one, how about that? Sound good, jagi?” You say, shifting the two of you until you’re upright.

“Okay. Okay.” He responds, mostly to himself.

That was three weeks ago. A week and a half ago, the vibrator showed up in a discreet brown box on your door. The one you had chosen was a pink and round, a little string with a ring on the end tailing off of it for easy removal.

“Like a tampon,” you had murmured, earning you a smack to the back of the head and a glare.

It bluetoothed to a tiny remote, equally as pink as its counterpart. The dial had ten options, which you had turned through on your own just to make sure it wasn’t too intense - the thrill of getting caught was what turned Chan on, but actually getting caught would ruin the scene (and his trust in you). It was perfect though, and when the boys had a free slot in their schedule, you had suggested a group dinner.

“Only if I get to tag along, though!” You had said, to which Jisung had informed you it “wouldn’t be a party without you, hyung” (whatever that means).

You and Chan had set up a nonverbal safeword, plus Chan could text you if he needed to slow down, but not desperately. You had stressed to him over and over that this scene was completely in his hands, not yours.

“It’s about your pleasure, sweet thing, not mine,” you reminded him, “We stop at any point and I will still be proud of you. Promise me you’ll use your word or your signal if it gets too much or you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

He had huffed and puffed, complaining about how he’s “not made of glass”, but he conceded that he would let you know how he’s feeling the whole time.

Now it was the afternoon before, and you had Chan naked and spread on your bed, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He’s on his stomach, looking over his shoulder to watch you as you grab the lube and the toy, placing it gently on the bed next to him.

“Still sure about this, jagi?” you ask, reaching a hand to rub circles into his hip, “If you don’t want to-”

“Just put it in me already!” he whines out, head falling forward to be buried in the sheets.

“Been thinkin’ about it all week. C’mon, please? Need it, need you to make me a mess in front of everyone.”

“Yeah?” you say, pleasantly surprised by his eagerness and his open mouth. You file the fact that he wants his other members to know away for a later day - while the idea of exposing him tonight was enticing, this was a scene between the two of you. You had thought about asking him to bring other people in, to show off just how good of a boy he can be to someone else, but you had to keep yourself composed today. Another day, you think, I’ll talk to him about inviting one of them in, just to watch.

For now, you pop open the bottle of lube in your hands, pouring a generous amount into your hand. You swirl it between your fingers to warm it up a bit before tracing Chan’s rim with your pointer finger, coating it in lube. He shivers, body trying to arch towards you. He clenches around nothing, butt flexing as you tease his entrance. When you continue to tease, pressing just the tip of your finger in and nothing more, he whines, long and drawn out.

“I’ve been good, jagi, just-just put it in already! Please?”

You sigh, but comply, slipping your lubed finger easily into his waiting hole.

“I just like to see you beg, jagi, you know that.” You say, curling your finger so that you catch his prostate on the drag out.

He hisses, back arching, and you press a second finger in, scissoring your fingers a bit to make sure he’s ready to take the toy. It’s small - basically a bullet vibrator on a string - but you don’t want this to be uncomfortable for him at all, so you take a little time to make sure he’s stretched just right. You don’t need more than two fingers, the toy too small for much else, and soon you’re reaching for the little pink thing. 

You don’t lube it up, instead pressing it in next to your still wet fingers. You’ve coated his walls enough that it slides in with ease, stretching him open so well with your fingers still inside of him. The sound he makes is pathetic, and it makes you want to make him come apart now, use your fingers to press the toy right to his prostate and crank it up slowly until he falls apart all over your sheets. 

Unfortunately for both of you, you have a dinner to get to, and he needs to be on edge. You woefully slide your fingers out, a slick pop! ringing out as they pull out of his entrance. He whimpers, hole clenching around nothing, hips pressing once down into the sheets before he catches himself and stops them. His fists flex and unflex, gripping at the sheets to ground himself enough to get up and get ready for dinner. You smack his ass lightly once with your hand not covered in lube, and he glares back at you. You just stick your tongue out, backing off to go wash your hands and get yourself ready, too.

Getting ready goes smoothly, and while you consider for a moment turning the dial to ‘1’ while Chan is changing, you hold back. The longer it sits in him, comfortable and silent, the more he’ll forget about it, which makes cranking the toy up even more fun. You can’t wait to see his face when he’s sitting down next to his friends, trying to act normal, and you slide the dial up.

“You ready?” Chan says, peeking into the room.

You’re changed, though you do have to adjust your loose pants to make sure that your chub isn’t noticeable. The hardest part of this for you was going to be keeping your own body under control while you watch Chan try and keep himself quiet.

“Ready!” you chirp, double-checking that the little pink remote and small bottle of lube are still hiding in your pocket.

The lube was more you being hopeful that Chan would let you fuck him in the car afterwards, when he’s all worked up and whiny and pliant for you. You love when Chan pushes back and fights your control, but you love it even more when he’s broken down, mind and body all yours to play with and make feel good. And anyways, it never hurts to have on you, just in case.

You drive the two of you to the venue in tense silence. The weight of words sit heavy on both of your tongues, so heavy both of you choose to say nothing at all, instead letting the tension brew and fester. You caught him shifting nervously in his seat a couple of times out of the corner of your eyes, throwing glances at you whenever your hand shifted even a little. You know what he’s thinking about, sure the shape of the vibrator is shifting inside of him every time you hit a bump in the road, hopeful eyes pleading for more but too ashamed to ask for it. 

The rest of the drive is a blur, and the walk into the restaurant is, too. Chan informed you earlier that they had rented a private booth in the back of the restaurant for privacy, and you let him guide the two of you to a back entrance, where someone is waiting to let the two of you in. 

Everyone but Jeongin is there, which is to be expected, because he’s never on time without Chan nagging him out the door. He also says there’s an “art” to being “fashionably late”, so you figure that he’ll pull in 20 minutes late and have to bashfully order after everyone else already has.

You slide in across from Minho, who just gives you a small nod as a greeting and continues to chat with Changbin. Jisung greets you both excitedly, mouth already running a mile a minute. You catch that he’s happy the two of you made it, but everything else is drowned out in the flow of conversation as everyone else greets the two of you. You settle in, and pick through the menu, fingers coming down below the table to squeeze Chan’s thigh once. He stiffens a little, playing it off by reaching for his own menu and trying to talk with Felix, who’s on his left.

You let things roll out for now, watching the tension in Chan’s shoulder melt into something calmer. Your finger circles the dial in your pocket, watching him intently for a moment as he speaks with Felix, but you wait. You’ll have plenty of chances to mess with him later, you remind yourself, settling in to jump into a conversation with Minho.

The server comes to take orders just as Jeongin comes in, trying (and failing) to seem suave as he plops down next to Felix. He flips the menu open and tells them to come to him last, eyes frantically scanning the menu. You stifle a laugh, casually ordering as you peer at Chan next to you. You wait until he starts to order, mouth opening to talk to the server, and you let your hand drift to your pocket and click the dial up, just once.

The restaurant is too loud for you to hear the quiet buzz of the vibrator nestled inside of him, but you can hear the little squeak that he lets out, and you can see the look he sends you. It’s small, unnoticeable if you weren’t watching his face closely, but you, ever observant, have to bite back a smile. You catch Minho furrowing his eyebrows at the way Chan’s voice cracked, but he doesn’t seem to catch on to what’s happening. Only after the server to the next person does Chan kick you under the table, eyes not meeting yours when you glance over. You bite your tongue again, corners of your mouth curling, but don’t give in to him. 

You instead click it up one more setting to watch him squirm, thighs tensing under the table as he shifts uncomfortably. The shifting makes the vibrator inside of him shift too, and he lets out a little breathy sound when it does, lower lip catching between his teeth.

Again, you catch Minho’s eyes drifting over across the table, but he doesn’t even look your way, clearly oblivious to why Chan is squirming, just aware that he is acting strange. You peer around Chan to ask Felix a question, dipping into easy conversation with him. Chan, unamused that you’re just leaving him like this, kicks at your ankle again, this time with more force. You drag your hand down his arm and squeeze the meat of his thigh, higher up than you should - a warning. He recognizes this, but you don’t miss the way his eyes narrow in defiance. He doesn’t do anything yet, though, so you leave it for now.

You leave it there for now, just up to the second setting, a low buzz inside of him that you know will be just present enough for him to feel, but not enough for him to actually get off. Even if he were to shift around until the vibe was pressed right to his prostrate, it wouldn’t be enough, not for him to come, anyways. Enough to drag him slowly towards the edge, but not fast enough to ever tip him over it.

Chan’s jaw has been clenching and unclenching since you turned the dial to two, doing everything in his power to keep his body stock still without making the tension in his body obvious. He’s doing a good job of it, too, tension curling in his fists and jaw to keep it from spreading anywhere else. He’s talking to Changbin about some song he’s working on right now, laughing quietly when Changbin whines about not having heard it yet.

“You know how Channie hyung is,” Jisung says, eyes glinting, “Such a control freak. We won’t be hearing that song until he’s heard it so many times he’s sick of it.”

“Hey I’m not-”

He’s cut off by you bumping the buzzing up not one level, but two. The vibrator is now on the fourth setting, teetering on high enough of a level for Chan to let a real moan slip out. Instead, a shiver wracks his body, and his hand shakes as he reaches for his water. He covers whatever sound was clawing at his throat with a cough, choked and clipped, taking a long swig of water. Some of it dribbles down his chin, hands too unsteady to guide the glass properly to his mouth, and you don’t hide your grin this time.

“You okay?” You ask, voice dripping with faux concern.

“Fine,” he hisses, biting the inside of his cheek, “Just took a weird breath. ‘m fine.”

This time, you meet Minho’s eyes across the table, who’s glancing between the two of you curiously. When you make eye contact, you just raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head ever so slightly. He narrows his eyes at you, and he glances at your hands, suspicious, but both of them are above the table now. He huffs, sending you a look, but doesn’t say anything.

Chan’s having trouble, now - body unable to resist rocking into the vibrations. He tries not to, but every once and a while his hips twitch and he presses back ever so slightly, like he’s chasing a feeling. Felix isn’t paying any attention, too focused on the conversation he’s having with Jeongin to look right and see that his hyung is straining in his pants.

It’s obvious now, and he’s lucky he wore dark pants, because you know for a fact that, if you pressed your hand down on the front of his pants, there would be a wet spot there. Chan’s always been leaky, but you can tell from the flush clinging to his cheeks and the sweat beading down the back of his neck that this scenario was turning him on even more than normal.

At some point, his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining over the table. Jeongin and Hyunjin jokingly gag, and Changbin makes a comment about “young love”, to which Seungmin retorts with “old love, actually”, which sends the table into a fit.

A perfect chance for you to click the vibrator up another setting.

Chan lets out a real sound this time, and even though it’s quiet, you know he’s aware of it by the way his eyes scan the table. Once again, ever-observant Minho is already watching him, and when Chan’s eyes meet his, Minho gives him a once over. Like he knows. Chan isn’t sure that Minho actually knows the details of what’s going on, but Minho clearly knows something more than he should. There’s something predatory in his gaze, and it makes Chan feel small, and, embarrassingly, even more turned on than he was before.

You lean over, mouth so close your breath tickles his ear.

“Looks like Minho hyung knows something, hm? You like that? Like that Minho knows you’re being naughty at dinner, right in front of him? In front of everyone?”

Chan has to squeeze himself through his pants, left hand slipping to his front, to keep himself from coming right then and there. The point of this was that he was good, that he wouldn’t get caught, so why was it so hot that someone knew? That someone did see what he was doing?

“You okay, Channie hyung?” Minho’s voice rings out, cutting through the rest of the conversation easily.

Suddenly there’s seven sets of eyes (eight, including yours) on him. There’s varying levels of concern on their faces, some mixed with curiosity. You can’t help it - you click it up one more setting. His mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. You watch his entire body tense as he lets out a shuddering breath, trying to pull himself together enough to speak.

“You don’t look so good,” Minho pushes, rabbit teeth gleaming as he gives Chan a half-smirk, “Are you okay?”

“I-hah-I’m fine,” he responds through clenched teeth, glassy eyes locking with Minho’s, “Just-my stomach’s a little u-upset. Has been all day. But I’m okay!”

His tone is too cheery there at the end, forced and fake, and you watch the way all of his dongsaengs collectively started to retort.

“You’re so flushed, Channie hyung, are you sure you aren’t sick?” Felix says, ever the angel, leaning forward to press the back of his hand to Chan’s forehead.

“Yah! Such a control freak, never let us take care of you,” Changbin huffs, pointing an accusing finger at Chan, “Really on your dongsaengs every once and a while, huh?”

“I’m fine, r-really,” Chan says, and you click the dial up to seven.

He makes a sound that would have been a wail if he hadn’t choked it back, eyes pinching shut and face scrunching up. This immediately makes everyone jump to retort again, and he just lets his head fall to the table, fingers still tangled in your hand squeezing so hard it hurts.

He stays there for a second, head swirling as every movement he makes shifts the vibrator against his sweet spot, forcing him to bite his tongue so hard to hold back his sounds that he’s drawing blood. All he can taste now is the metallic taste of copper on his tongue and desire, so hot and heavy in his body that he feels it everywhere.

“‘m going to the bathroom,” he declares, voice shockingly clear for someone who’s leaking in his pants, “And I’m fine. I’ll be fine, stop worrying.”

He waves a hand at them as he presses out of his chair, turning around quickly so that (hopefully) no one can see the way he’s straining against his fly so hard it looks like it might burst. The lights are low and his pants are dark, so you think you’re probably the only one who sees it. Minho gives you a knowing look, a head motion beckoning you to follow Chan, but you shake your head lightly. Not yet, not when you want to press him further over the edge. Chan, despite his bratty behavior earlier, wouldn’t come without you. He would wait in that bathroom until either you came to join him, or he was able to calm himself down enough to be composed again.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Jeongin says, nervous eyes searching the table.

You’re about to jump in, but Minho beats you to it.

“Like you said Bin-ah, Channie hyung is such a control freak, he just needs to let go for a second and he’ll be fine. He just needs to find some sort of release.”

The two of you never break eye contact as he says it, knowing eyes peering into yours, half-lidded. There’s something glinting in his eyes that you just can’t place, but you let it go, faking concern.

“Well if he takes too long in there I’ll go check on him,” you huff, pretending to be worried, “He said the same thing earlier, too, when I asked if we should cancel on you guys. Always some nonsense about being ‘fine’ and how I ‘shouldn’t worry.’”

You reach into your pocket again and click the setting down one, settling it back to the sixth level. You can picture the way that Chan probably moaned in despair. While he knows better than to come without you, you also know that he can’t help but push the boundaries. If you know anything about him, and you reckon you do, he’s probably got a finger or two stuffed in his hole with the bullet, and one hand wrapped around his leaking cock.

Conversation starts to flow again, though it’s tentative, and you keep checking your phone. For a text, for a call, for something that indicates that Chan either wants your help right now or that he wants to call this off. You’ll give him ten more minutes before you go to “check” on him, so for now, you play the role of a concerned partner. 

You’re asking Felix about his latest modelling project when a text comes. Your phone buzzes on your lap, and you ignore it to let Felix keep talking. Only once Felix has turned the talking back over to you do you flip your phone over, checking the messages. It’s from Chan, and it’s just a photo attachment, nothing else. No caption, no warning. You know exactly what it’s going to be, and you’re careful to angle your phone just right when you respond.

There he is, pants pulled down around his knees, in a single bathroom. You realize with glee that the bathrooms here must be singles, which means you won’t have to be confined to the handicap stall in a dingy restaurant bathroom, trying to be quiet with other people in the room. This makes the risk reasonable, reasonable enough that you might actually help him out when you get to the bathroom.

You let yourself drag your eyes over him for a little longer. It’s a mirror shot, and he’s using one hand to take the photo, while the other hand is slipped around his back. And while you can’t actually see what he’s doing, the way his back is subtly arched forward is enough for you to know he’s probably got his fingers buried inside of himself, right there in the public bathroom. His cock is red, angry and wet with his own precum. It glistens in the fluorescent light of the bathroom, and it makes your mouth water.

You control your breathing, evening your face out to be neutral again. If you do get up to anything in the bathroom, it has to be quick - the others are likely already a little suspicious, and Minho is more than aware of what’s happening. You wouldn’t put it beyond him to tip everyone else off on what’s happening. The clock on your phone tells you that you have two more minutes left to hit that ten minute mark, so you leave him on read. You want him to know that you’ve seen it, but didn’t even deign him with a response. You know that it’ll mess with him to be ignored like that, but it will also push him towards willing submission. He’s going to be beyond desperate when you do finally mosey to the bathroom, ready to bend to your whim just to come already. You can feel your own cock stirring in your pants, and you’re endlessly grateful once again to the low light and the foresight of wearing dark pants.

“Should I go check on him…?” You say, tilting your head at Felix like you’re not already decided. “He’s taking a while…”

“He’s probably just taking a shit,” Jisung says matter-of-factly, and continues when Minho elbows him sharply, “B-but it probably wouldn’t hurt!”

“Want me to come with you?” Minho says, sharp eyes digging into yours, “If he is sick, you might want an extra hand.”

“I’ll text you if I need help getting him to the car or something,” you respond, heat crawling up your neck, “Hopefully he’s just…‘taking a shit’, as Sungie so crassly put it.”

“Yah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

Minho shushes him, rolling his eyes, but he keeps a keen eye on you as you step away from the table, pupils expanding when you throw him a wink over your shoulder. Two can play the teasing game, and you sure as shit aren’t going to lose to Minho.

You actually have no idea where the bathroom is, and after an embarrassing lap around the restaurant, you have to flag down a member of the staff to direct you there. There’s a set of three single restrooms around a back corner, far secluded from the restaurant, and lucky you, only one of them is occupied. You approach it and rap on the door sharply, three short knocks, just to hear the way Chan’s breath catches through the door.

“Everything okay in there, sir?” you say, voice dripping with mirth, “You’ve been in there quite a while. Was something unsatisfactory with our service?”

The door flies open and you’re dragged in by the collar of your shirt before you realize what’s happening. The door slams shut behind you as Chan presses you to it desperately, hand fumbling behind you to click the lock shut as he seals your mouths together. His tongue is pressing into your mouth the second your lips touch, hot and messy, and he’s fumbling with the buttons of your shirt as he kisses you. You let him get the first two before you’re grabbing his wrist, using your grip on him as leverage to flip the two of you around, caging him against the door.

“Needy baby,” you coo, letting your eyes drag down him, “Couldn’t even wait for me to help?”

“You took so long,” he whines, lips tugging into a pout, “I couldn’t help it!”

“I couldn’t leave right away, jagi, it would’ve been suspicious,” you murmur, breath hot against his neck as you lean down to nip at it, “Minho already knows what a slut you’re being. Thought you were supposed to be in control, what happened?”

He keens, a little too loud for your liking, hips bucking up towards you, searching for friction. You slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his sounds, listening for sounds outside the door. When there’s nothing you relax, pulling your hand away.

“God, it’s like you want the whole restaurant to know what we’re doing,” you sneer, “First your dongsaengs, now this? Come here.”

He wants to protest, tell you that he’s not a slut, but you’re dragging him away from the door and towards the sink, spinning him so that his hands are gripping at the cool porcelain and his back is arched towards you. You’re pressed behind him, and he can feel the swell of you against his ass, making him whimper as he presses back against it. You hiss, then grab his hair, yanking his head back so that he can see himself in the mirror.

He looks debauched, hair tousled and lips swollen. He’s drooling, and there’s tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His eyes find yours in the reflection, and the hunger in your gaze paired with the vibrator, still buzzing incessantly inside of him, is almost enough to make him come. He swears, head falling forward as his hips buck down, body wound tight as he does everything in his power to hold back. You haven’t given him permission, after all.

You press three of your fingers against his lips, and they part without question, tongue swirling around your digits messily. He coats them in spit, already knowing what you need them for. 

“Good job.” You say, pulling your fingers from his mouth once you find that they’re sufficiently slick.

Your wet fingers come to press to his waiting hole, and your other hand untangles from his hair to press at the remote in your pocket, turning the dial down to the fourth setting. You don’t want him coming just yet, though the choked, sad sound he makes at the loss is almost enough for you to fold and give him what he wants.

Instead you press two of your fingers in without warning, curling them, searching for the little pink bullet nestled inside of him. He moans, loud and unabashed, the sound echoing through the space. His eyes widen as he brings a shaky hand to his mouth, teeth sinking into the skin to try and stop the sounds. It doesn’t stop the little breaths and whimpers from escaping, and when your fingers do brush the bullet inside of him? He reacts as if he’s been shocked, his whole body jolting and eyes rolling back into his skull.

You search for it again, long fingers scissoring and curling, a third finger slipping in when you’re sure he’s stretched enough to take it.

“That’s it, jagi, taking my fingers so well,” you say, voice sickly sweet compared to your ministrations, “So good for me. Are you going to come around my fingers? Make a mess all over the sink?”

He nods frantically, wide eyes searching for yours again in the mirror. He tries to say something through his fist, but it’s muffled, and you slow your movements down, loving the way that the loss of stimulation makes him wail. It’s a little too loud, but you let it slip this time.

“What’s wrong, jagi? Use your words.” You’re so mean about it, fingers coming to press as the vibe inside of him right as he opens his mouth to speak.

It makes him choke on his words, and even on the fourth setting, the pressure that you’re applying to the bullet is pressing it against his prostate so hard it has him seeing stars.

“Wanna-hnngh, fuck! Wanna come ‘round your-hck! come ‘round your cock,” he whines out, tears finally slipping out of his shiny eyes, “Wanna feel you, please? Please please please, wanna-ooooh-wanna, wanna-”

You cut him off by slapping a hand over his mouth. As much as you love the sweet sounds he’s making, you’re still in public, and you’ve been gone for far too long now to fuck into him like he wants. The erection straining in your pants is pleading for attention, but that’s not what tonight is about. You take a deep breath, and keep curling your fingers slowly, keeping him on that edge.

You pull your hand away from his mouth once you know he’s not going to make any more loud sounds, his breathing getting less shaky. You reach your now free hand into your pocket for the remote, and click it up once, to the fifth setting.

“Give me your hand.” You say, and he reaches a shaky hand back.

You place the little pink remote in his hand, guiding his thumb to rest on the dial. He blinks back at you, surprised, but you have a wicked look on your face, your smile all teeth.

“You’re in control, right? We don’t have time for you to come on my cock, jagi, so be a good boy and crank that toy up for me, won’t you? Oh, and don’t drop the remote - drop it, and you won’t come until we’re home.”

He bites his tongue, another moan threatening to tear its way out of his throat. He knows you’re teasing him, playing with the power that you hold over him, but the idea of being good is enough for him to nod, hand clenching tight around the remote.

Your fingers pick up their pace, thrusting into his sharp and quick. Your hand, now free, comes to cup his mouth again, cutting his sounds off into your skin. He presses into the touch, barely able to keep himself up as his legs shake. His thumb slips on the dial and he tries to steady himself, and suddenly the vibrator is on seven. And oh. Oh. He’s not even sure where he is anymore, his body fully succumbing to the burning pleasure coursing through his veins.

He can faintly hear you in the background noise telling him to be quiet, to be good, and he tries. Really, he tries. He thinks that he’s not making any sound, and he hopes it’s true, but all he can hear right now is static in his ears. He can vaguely feel the hot streaks of tears pouring down his face, and the way your hand squeezes at his jaw when they trickle down your fingers.

And then his thumb slips again. And shit, he’s seeing stars.

Because if his vision was whiting out, he could look down, and see that he had just set the buzzing to the highest level, ten. But the second the vibrations pick up, your fingers are finding the bullet and pressing it right to his prostate. And you don’t thrust your fingers anymore, you don’t even breathe - you keep the bullet there, pressed against his most sensitive thought, until he’s babbling under your hand and coming.

And oh, it’s so much. He’s spraying his come across the porcelain, hips bucking forward to try and escape the overwhelming feeling of the vibrations. He feels it everywhere, like a livewire connecting his prostate to his brain, and his orgasm keeps going, and going. It’s obscene how much he comes, and you use the hand that’s covering his mouth to tilt his head so that he’s looking at himself in the mirror, watching himself fall apart. He bites your hand, hard, face flushed with the exertion of coming but also with something akin to embarrassment, but you don’t relent. You wince at the sting, but let him ride out his high.

When it starts to hurt and you can see it on his face, you pull out of him, sticky fingers coming to crank the dial down to zero. He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, body slumping forward so that his forehead is pressed against the cool glass of the mirror in front of him.

Everything after that is a blur of you guiding him back together, wiping him down and helping him back into his clothes. You fuss with his hair and his collar the most, though you don’t think you can fix the way his collar is just slighted mussed now, crooked in a way that screams what the two of you just did. You sigh, taking a quick look at yourself in the mirror, and hope to god that your erection brings itself down by the time you make it back to the table, because you certainly don’t have the time to take care of it now.

You guide him back to the table, fingers interlaced, two full grown people stepping out of the same bathroom and trying not to be embarrassed about it. You decided to leave the vibrator in him, although you don’t think you’ll be turning it back on again until you’re at home (if at all - Chan might not be able to come again tonight after that release).

When you sit back down, hair pressed back neatly and the only evidence of your bathroom escapade the flush of Chan’s cheeks and the slight crook of his collar, you grin apologetically.

“Jisung-ah, I owe you an apology,” you say as you sit down, “You were 100% right. I had to wait outside the door for him.”

The table erupts in laughter, and Chan shoots you a confused (but grateful) look. His dongsaengs start poking fun at him for a joke he wasn’t even present for, and he plays up his confusion, much to their delight. As this happens, your phone buzzes twice in your pocket, and you glance down to read it.

From: Minho [18:23]

>Looks like the two of you had fun.

>You’ll let me watch next time, won’t you? It’s the least I deserve for keeping your secret.

You raise a challenging eyebrow at him across the table, and he just grins back, eyes heavy and lidded. He mouths “please?” and gives you his best pout, dramatic and fake. You just smirk back, knowing that he’s teasing, that he doesn’t actually mean it, but you can tell from the way Chan flushed earlier that he probably wouldn’t actually mind Minho being there to watch.

“Sure” is all you mouth back, loving the way that ever-composed Minho flushes and blinks back at you, eyes wide.

You message him, eyes lidded, corner of your lower lip catching in your teeth.

>Only if you’ll be good for me.

It’s going to be a long, long night.

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Member x Member

Thinking about having Chris ride your face for the first time.

He's not new to having his dick sucked or his ass eaten, but he had always refrained from putting his body on top of you, especially because he was worried about hurting you in any way.

Of course, you didn't give two shits about that.

You wanted him on top of you, on your face, his weight on you as it made you slightly struggle for air, but you didn't care. You wanted it.

And you got it.

Hesitantly at first, Chris kept himself held up on the headboard of his bed, barely putting any pressure on you, until you got frustrated and wrapped your hands around his thick thighs, pulling him down to have him actually sitting on your face.

Letting out a panic shriek, Chris tried to pick himself up, but the feeling of your warm, experienced tongue inside him made his thighs tremble, his upper body slouching forward, still holding onto the headboard.

He felt the vibrations of your groans as you heard him call out your name, mumbling it over and over again, one of his hands moving to hold onto your hair, gently pulling it as he closed his eyes, a dark blush coating his face and down his neck.

Your eyes observed him, the purple hue of his led lights making him look even prettier, and you closely watched his pleasured expression, making you hold onto him tighter, desperately thrusting and lapping your tongue inside him. Chris' moans turned louder and high-pitched, his eyes barely opening, tears of lust making them shine.

A choked whine left him, both of his hands now holding onto your hair, and you observed and felt how his body trembled, his thighs closing around your head and you saw how his cock twitched against his stomach, white pearls of his pre-cum slowly oozing and dripping down his shaft.

Just watching how Chris had a dry orgasm while being eaten out, made you groan as you came in your underwear like a horny teen.