There had been far too many incidents of you barging in while he was changing or in the middle of an online class. And those were just the first few examples that came to mind.

So when he decided to buy a toy to indulge in himself and his needs exploring more of kinks too, he made sure to lock his door and told you he was doing something 'important' so you wouldn't disturb him.

And that brings him to today. He'd been buzzing with anticipation all day, constantly tracking the package and checking whether it was already out for delivery that Changbin even joked he must have a girlfriend blowing up his phone lately with texts to get him to be glued 24/7 to his phone. Meanwhile Jisung just rolled his eyes and kept insisting it was not a girlfriend and just a "simple package".

And when he finally got that rewarding notification that his package had been delivered, it immediately made him ecstatic, especially after such a long excruciating day. He practically sprinted home, leaving Changbin and Chan standing there in confusion to eat up all the dust from how fast he had been running.

When he was finally at the doorstep of your shared apartment, he immediately picked up the box and practically tripped over his feet opening the door, toeing off his shoes at the entryway and tearing into the package impatiently.

He was wondering at first why the apartment was so dark and quiet, but he remembered you were out for an after-class club or something along those lines, and, he thought to himself as being incredibly lucky right now, he can finally relax without any interruptions!

He wasted absolutely no time heading to his room.

Dropping his bag beside his desk, he sat down and opened the package. Excitement buzzed through him as he examined its contents. His jacket and pants were quickly discarded onto a nearby chair, leaving him in a simple white tee and his boxers, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax after the long day.

"Okay... let's see what you can do..." Jisung murmurs, unboxing the item and inspecting it. The toy was a bullet stroker, or that's what it said on the box. He checks the information on its little manual "Sucking sensation.... helps with jerking off... wow, it really does everything huh?" He jokes, murmuring while he reads the rest. And embarrassingly, the thought of using it already got him hard in his boxers, some pre already leaking, darkening his boxers further.

Shimmying out of his boxers and propping his pillow upright to support his back when he'd lean on the headboard, Jisung finally let himself enjoy his new toy. Of course, he cleaned it up before use.

"Okay, let's see you in action then," Jisung concludes, grabbing some of his favorite strawberry-flavored lube from his bedside drawer, opening its cap with a distinct 'click!' that reverberated throughout the small space. He squirts it all over his very hard and erect cock as well as the toy, the cold liquid making him hiss a little as he slowly inserts it, wincing at the squelch that made him shiver.

He lets himself be familiar with the sensation first. It was warm thanks to the heat of his skin and the lube that was quick to warm up. It almost felt jelly-like and tight, hugging his cock tight once he started to move his hand a little

He slides the toy over the head of his penis, eyes shutting tight at the sensation, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he moves it in a slow up-down-up-down motion to spread the moisture. The toy gripped him like a vice, like a suction feeling that didn't want to let him go, a tight slide when he flicked his wrist again to build a steady pace.

Jisung's hands paw around at the bed, looking for the remote that came with it, fumbling for that little item, opening his eyes with effort as he presses the "on" button.

Once the vibration starts, Jisung's hips jerk up into the toy in surprise, “O-oh! Shit–! That's– haha that's pretty– hngk s-strong!” He whimpers, a heavy buzz at first, but once he pressed it firmly against his skin, it quickly turned to a soft, quiet hum, filling the room along with the soft squelches of the toy gliding when he moved his hand.

His fingers pressed the button again, a steady hum that was a little stronger than before. He starts to slide down the bed more, tummy tensing as loud moans leave his swollen lips, not deciding to even be quiet since technically he is alone at the moment

A particularly louder whimper steals his breath when he presses the toy against the underside of his cock, toes curling at the sensations. "F–fuck! 's good..." he breathes out, eyes half-lidded.

It went on like this for longer. He was progressively getting louder and louder the more he let himself succumb to the sensations, His breaths turning to ragged, shallow gasps. The wet slaps of the lube intensify as he finally starts to stroke the vibrating sleeve up and down in a frantic, desperate rhythm. (When had he even stopped moving his hand?)

His fingers tightened around the remote, fingers slipping as he pressed the button to turn it to his highest setting, a choked-out whine being punched out of his lungs

"O-oh my go–angh! Go-d!.. T-Too much–!" Jisung's voice pitches higher and higher once he starts getting closer to his orgasm, two hands clutching the toy as the wet slaps of the toy intensify once he starts fucking his hips up into it harder and harder.

The buzzing grew intense, his thighs started to quiver as he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. The sensations all the more felt like his blood was turning to liquid heat, rushing under his skin. “ 'm close– ngah! Gon–na c-cum!" He announces to no one, hips chasing after the pleasure almost frantically

But just as he was about to completely tip over the edge, he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. Your voice immediately fills the room, and he squeaks, pulling his hands away, and clamping his legs shut, pulling his blanket further up his chest. "J–jeez what the hell!!" He yells, flustered.

"Sorry! Sorry!" You apologize, fully entering his room now. You assumed he'd just been resting, but seeing that he's shirtless, maybe he just came back from the shower, and it was another one of those 'I almost walked into him changing again' moments.

You shut the door behind you, the 'click!' His door felt like a doom bell in Jisung's head because suddenly you started to.... chat with him?!

"Okay, I just HAD to get this out before I forget, listen— remember Ji-a from my biology class? Yeah, like the one that told me I've been stealing her things when I clearly HADN'T? Yeah– guess what she did today!" You kept rambling on and on, your hands completely expressing what you were trying to convey, your brows furrowing at whatever gossip you were telling him.

And while usually, Jisung would listen and be completely invested in whatever you said, all the words you spewed out felt like a buzz in his head. Because he had been so scared of you coming in to see him that he quickly covered himself with his blanket, he forgot to turn off his toy.

Which meant that right now, while you're babbling on and on about something he usually would've cared about, he can't bring himself to actually listen because his cock was leaking, the toy still hugging it tight while it kept vibrating on his most sensitive spots. His thighs tensing, his vision blurring with tears he kept trying to blink back.

His knuckles went white with how tight he clutched his blanket, small shaky hums, and "To-Totally!" Left his lips. He pinched his arm, trying to direct his head into something other than the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm getting closer and closer.

Though much to his horror, his body couldn't contain all this pleasure anymore and before he knew it, he's cumming and oh– he's cumming so so much that he felt floaty and lightheaded. He shut his eyes, desperately trying to fight back a moan, his lips bitten harsh enough to draw blood and the metallic tang floods his taste buds.

“Sung? Sungie– Hey??? Are you listening?” He hears you, though it starts to sound like he's underwater, your voice distant. He was still panting, chest heaving from the brutal and soul-sucking climax, the toy still vibrating on his dick. He didn't register it, but you stepped closer in confusion, tapping his thigh with much force which immediately sent him further as his entire body violently jerked, squirting all over as the blankets started to darken from the stain. His eyes rolled back, back arching once the second orgasm was pulled out of his oversensitive body.

“Jisung…? Did you just–” You murmur in disbelief, watching as he desperately tries to screw his eyes open, his eyes wide like saucers, pupils dilated as his tongue was practically rolling out of his mouth, drool starting to slip. He whimpers, the feeling of fear creeping in as he tries to pull back from you, creating some distance although his movements were clumsy.

“ 'm s-sorry I'm sorry–" a moan cuts him off. The apologies tumbling out of his mouth blurring to begs. "T–turn it o– ogkh–! Fuck! Off! Turn it off please, please, please!” He begs, a helpless, broken whimper caught in his throat as his thighs begin to shake uncontrollably all over again. He couldn't hold back anymore, his arm was all bruised up from trying to pinch himself quiet to no effort as he writhes on the bed. Meanwhile, you, who had been standing frozen in shock, snapped out of your haze at watching your roommate literally fall apart all from a toy that you could finally hear the buzzing of once you stopped talking.

You fumbled around the bed, fingers coming into contact with smooth plastic and you pressed the button, the incessant buzzing of the toy finally shut off leaving Jisung shivering and half-ruined, softly whining at the loss of pleasure as he pants, shaking fingers finally pulling away the toy from his swollen cock.

“hey, hey, sungie?” You kneel, the mattress dipping under your weight as Jisung subtly nods his head in reply. You quickly noticed his eyes were half-closed, glazed over, and his legs were trembling so violently the mattress shook “Hey… are you okay?” You cooed softly, voice laced with concern. Meanwhile, Jisung didn't even answer, just letting out a fractured, breathless whine while he stares blankly at the ceiling

Worried, You leaned over and placed your palm flat against Jisung's inner thigh to try and steady his shaking leg. But the instant her warm skin met his, his entire spine arched off the bed. A sharp, incredibly loud gasp tore from his throat, his fingers instantly clawing into the bedsheets. He wasn't pushing you away—his hips instinctively twitched upward, helplessly chasing the heat of your hand.

“Nghk–! Too much!” He moans. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you realized just how incredibly raw and responsive he was.

Jisung looks up at you, eyes completely unfocused, silently begging for more but unable to form a single word. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow. The sheer vulnerability of his state sent a heavy, electric jolt straight to your stomach. And just as much your logical mind would go against it, you felt yourself getting wet under your skirt. The boundary was gone.

You didn't pull your hand back; instead, you slowly slid your palm higher and higher, tracing the fever-hot skin of his thigh until your fingers brushed against him. "You're so sensitive," you whispered, Jisung's breath hitched while your voice trembled. "Let me help you.”

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his hyper-sensitive skin before you finally took him into the melting warmth of your waiting mouth. The contrast to the cold plastic toy was too much. He let out a loud, cracked sob, his hands flying up to grip your hair, fingers tight begging to just hold onto something stable while his world spun. It sent a shiver across your skin once he tugs, making you moan against his cock

You started with small kitten licks to the head of his cock, then swirled your tongue over the wet head of his length, hearing him instantly start to unravel out loud. "Oh god, o-oh! fuck!, it's too warm, you're too warm," he babbled, his voice raw and frantic. "Please—fuck, I can't think, my head is spinning, everything is spinning…” Jisung moans, head hitting the pillow as he vocalises every feeling coursing through his veins once he starts to get close again.

Seeing him right on the ragged edge, you pulled back, shaking his grip on your head away, replacing your mouth with the slick, tight grip of your palm. You stroked him fast—much easier with his previous two orgasms—using his own slick moisture, looking right up at his glazed eyes.

"Look at you," you murmured, pumping him steadily. "You're doing so well for me, baby. You look so beautiful unraveling f'me." The praise sent an electric jolt straight to Jisung's core, shattering whatever tiny bit of control he (surprisingly) had left.

He didn't just groan; he started loudly rambling in a desperate, unfiltered loop as the third climax was hitting him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mommy, it's so good, fuck, you're so good to me, please don't stop—fuck, it's close! It's coming—" His thighs convulsed violently as he wails.

His fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric into balls as he clenched his fists “gonna cum– mommy please I'm gonna— gonna cum—” loud ah ah ah's left his lips as he arched his back, hips stuttering as he thrusted up into your tight warm hand, mind so torn between pulling away and wanting more.

And at once, a sudden powerful spray of clear, watery fluid gushed over your hand. He kept crying out, eyes rolling and back bowing in a beautiful arch off the bed, his voice cracking into breathless, repetitive whimpers long after the fluid stopped, completely spent and entirely yours. He slumps back down the mattress, the powerful waves finally subsided, leaving the room quiet except for the ragged sound of his wet, broken pants.

He lay completely flat, chest heaving, his fingers still weakly tangled in the bedsheets. You didn't pull away. Instead, you crawled further up the mattress, the bed dipping as you hovered over his shivering frame.

His eyes were still glazed, pupils blown wide as he stared blankly up at you, his lower jaw slack. "Look at me, Sungie," you cooed softly, your hand coming up to gently cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. He let out a weak whimper at the contact, his head automatically tilting into your palm.

You leaned down, your lips catching his breath before you pressed your mouth firmly against his. The kiss was immediate, heavy, and sloppy. You slid your tongue past his parted lips, tasting the unmistakable, sharp tang of his own spent fluids mixed with your saliva. The sheer intimacy of it made Jisung let out a muffled, vibrating groan deep in his throat.

He didn't have the physical strength to hold you or push his hips up anymore, but his mouth eagerly, desperately chased yours, drinking you in like a lifeline. He was completely undone, his body still occasionally twitching beneath you from the aftershocks of the third round, but as you deeply turned the kiss, his frantic breathing finally began to slow. He was entirely safe in your hold, utterly ruined, and completely content just to melt into the mattress under your weight.

As you finally pulled back from the deep, lazy kiss, a thick thread of saliva stretched between your lips before breaking. Jisung lay beneath you looking like a thoroughly dazed, melted puddle, his eyes blinking slowly as the cognitive gears in his brain finally clanked back into place.

He stared at you, then down at the ruined, dark stain on his blanket, and then—horrifyingly—the memory of his own unfiltered mouth echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly went wide as saucers, a furious, bright crimson blush exploding from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I... I called you... did.. I?? I did... oh my god," he choked out, burying his face entirely in his hands as a pathetic, muffled groan of pure embarrassment escaped him. You couldn't help but let out a soft, teasing chuckle, leaning down to plant a fond kiss right on his knuckles.

"Don't worry about it, roomie," you murmured playfully, brushing a stray piece of hair from his sweaty forehead. "But just so we're clear... you're definitely doing my laundry for next month.”

@hyvnesangel hi... haha... I was the new writer anon 💔💔 I hope you like it.. 😔😔 (I actually wrote this horny with 2 hours of sleep...)

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.” 

“hey im just testing the waters,” he said playfully, letting out a soft chuckle. “ i just wanted to see what you need to work on.”

after working through a few of the topics you actually needed help with, you stretched your arms above your head and sighed, your shirt riding up just slightly. you caught jeongin’s eyes flick down for a split second before he looked away.

a smug smile curved onto your lips. you’d definitely noticed. 

“yeah, i need a break. if i see another number, my brain will melt–then i'll start blaming you for my mistakes.” 

jeongin laughed, moving a little closer. “is that so? i thought you liked the attention.”

you tilted your head, strengthening your gaze as you held eye contact with him. “ maybe i do. but you're clearly enjoying it.”

jeongin swallowed, clearly flustered, and ran his hand through his hair. “i–uh, maybe i should get us something to drink.” he says while getting up.

“or,” you gently pushed him back down while sitting onto his lap, “i can give you a little reward for tutoring me.” 

his breath hitched as you shifted against him, the subtle grind drawing a quiet whimper from his lips. his cock throbbed beneath you–already fully hard, and heat pooling deep inside the both of you, aching for more contact. you began to move with more haste–your hips rolling in rougher circles while your mouth pressed against his.

jeongin trembled under your touch, completely powerless to suppress the way his body responded–his length twitching eagerly every time friction built between you two–he was losing control fast.

his breath came in ragged pants as your lips parted. he looked at you with a pleading gaze, his eyes dark with desperation and desire. his voice was filled with need as he uttered one word:

“please.”

you looked at him with lust in your eyes as you slightly grinned. “please what?”

the way you looked at him–lips curled in a teasing smile, eyes heavy with hunger–could've made him cum right then and there. his chest rose and fell rapidly, heart pounding against his ribs as he watched your expression shift from playful to something far more dangerous.

“please touch me.” he whined, trying to chase any hint of friction.

taking his words into consideration, you slid off his lap and started unzipping his pants. “...shit,” you muttered under your breath– stripping him and yourself of your clothes, “if you look at me like that i just might have to.” 

you slid back onto his lap and grinded your clit into his erection– creating a bigger reaction out of him. he moaned out loud and threw his head back–chanting your name. 

“fuck, if you keep doing this– im gonna cum without me ever getting to be inside you.” 

you lifted yourself up and aligned his dick with your hole–slowly sinking into him. he sunk his head into your shoulder and you let out a whimper as you felt his length inside you–embracing his lips while he moaned into your mouth–thrusting slowly into you.

he was coming undone–and so were you. you both knew you weren't going to last much longer. 

the way his cock stretched you inside? perfect. every inch sank in like it was meant to be there, and the quiet whimpers that escaped his throat only tightened your core more.

you felt it when he got close– the way his body locked up beneath you–his hands, trembling, gripping your thigh.

and all of the sudden.

a sharp cry escaped from jeongin’s chest.

his back arched violently when release struck him– his cum leaking out of you as you continued to ride him, until you came too– holding him tightly while panting.

“wow.” jeongin says, staying in the same position.

you chuckle softly. “wow indeed.”

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