hi, i'm cookie! i'm non-binary (any pronouns), bisexual, and plus-sized.
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edit: i took a couple years (oops) off writing but i'm back writing the odd fic. in that time i did clear my inbox out a few times, but i kept some asks i was interested in writing for so you may see some of those soon 💖 just a reminder that just bc you want me to write it doesn't mean i always will
hello ! this list contains some of my favourite changbin (stray kids) fanfictions. love love to all the wonderful authors who have created these masterpieces, i'm a fan (seriously). all of them are nsfw so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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⤷ admiration by @bugeater101
⤷ truths are for pussies by @leriexoxo
⤷ hate sex by @dreaming-medium
⤷ gravity between us by @lovecvrexx
⤷ playing dangerous (ft. seungmin) by @ysljoon
⤷ numbing surprise by @seo--changbin
⤷ aniversary treat by @seo--changbin
⤷ mind break by @seo--changbin
⤷ just one more by @ghostlyscripture
⤷ heat waves by @ysljoon
⤷ manhandling by @v3lv3t-th1rst
⤷ dolly vi by @jeonginsleftcheek
⤷ arms by @skzophreniic
⤷ marking by @minniesmutt
⤷ the boy is mine by @ybklix
⤷ work it out by @secretneverland
⤷ hands behind your back by @hwangyeonjun
⤷ hair pulling by @hwangyeonjun
⤷ roommate by @cookiewrites
⤷ say sorry by @cookiewrites
⤷ tighter by @cookiewrites
⤷ needy by @cookiewrites
author's note: please show some love and support to these wonderful authors!
here's some rich scoups spoiling you thoughts i have been unable to get out of my head for the past months. the tl;dr of it all is that seungcheol is obsessed with spoiling his partner.
spoilt
wc: 1.0k
cw: rich!seungcheol x afab reader, mostly sfw but does mention penetrative and oral sex (reader reciving) a couple times, pet names for reader (baby, jagiya), little bit of praise kink. this has not been proofread.
seungcheol who loves when you spend his money. it starts simply, he makes sure he pays when you two eat out together. you try and protest it but he doesn't hear any of it, pulling out his card before you can even say anything about it - whether this is brunch or dinner.
seungcheol who uses this as an opening to start paying for things when you're at home too. ordering food in? use his card. doing some online shopping? put it on his account. you need new bedding? you both sleep in the bed, it's better to let him pay. he leaves a copy of his card around the apartment for you, putting it in your phone, making it even easier to use than your own, breaking down any excuse you have to use your own.
seungcheol who pays not as a method of control, but as a method of care. he knows you have your own money, and that you can afford to pay for things, you did it for all the years before he turned up. but he doesn't want you to worry about it any more, its part of how he looks after you. he explains this to you over and over, until you finally believe him, and put your own card hidden in the back of your purse for emergencies only.
seungcheol, who got so hard the first time you splurged on his card, that he had to bury himself in you. you came home with this beautiful necklace, rambling some apology about how expensive it was, and how you can return it if he wants, and all he can feel is his cock straining against the fabric at his jeans, seeing you finally feeling comfortable enough to let him pay for things.
"it looks so good jagiya, you look spoiled, that's exactly how i like you" he rambles as he kisses down your neck, putting a little mark right under where the chain sits. "lemme show you, baby, fuck..."
seungcheol who's favourite part of his day is coming home and seeing your haul from your day out, knowing he paid for all of it. you show him the trinkets you picked up for your shelves, and the new jumper you bought, and the earrings you bought already in your ears. the possessiveness he feels makes him feel a little dizzy, he treats you so well that you're showing it off. letting everyone else know how good he treats you.
seungcheol who gets whiney if you haven't bought anything in a while. he'll check his app and see you haven't spent anything in a bit and gets suspicious, knowing you've at least bought food in the last week, so why hasn't he paid? he'll bring it up to you, pouting, his lip sticking out. why would you hurt him like this?
seungcheol who'll use this as an excuse to pull up all the half filled baskets in your phone's browser and check them all out. he uses this as a threat, that if you aren't regularly treating yourself, that he'll do it for you. sometimes he'll just do it when you're cuddling. watching the tiktoks you're showing him, and then taking the phone out of your hands, to finish the purchases of a couple things, even as you try to stop him. there is no reason, to him at least, that you shouldn't have every single thing you want.
seungcheol who never uses the fact you buy yourself things as a reason to not buy you surprises as well. he uses the outgoings on his account to see what you're fixated on right now, and add on. is it blind boxes? he's bought you a full set. is it make up? he saw this palette he thought was cute. is it jewellery? you have a new ring to wear arriving tomorrow.
"it just reminded me of you!" he explains, pouting, as you question why he's bought you another gift. "it'll look so pretty on, baby, please? for me?" acting as if the gift for you, is actually a present for him.
seungcheol who literally gets off on spoiling you. he's finished in his pants several times as he ate you out, and you went on a shopping spree on his phone, telling him all the things you're buying. for him, this is exactly how things should be, you doing absolutely nothing, and getting completely spoilt anyway. all fucked out, and dressed up, getting anything you could possibly want.
"mmm baby you can give me another one" he groans against your thigh as you try to whine that it's too much, "i know you can baby, let me spoil you, yeah? yeah." he dives back in, losing himself in it, making you shake so much you can't even finish checking out - but he'll make sure to finish that for you later as well.
seungcheol who loves when you tell him how good he treats you, and how spoilt you are. it's a bit of a praise kink thing for him, but he just loves hearing how happy you are and how spoilt you feel. it makes his heart (and his cock) full. that's what this is about, making you feel even half of the love he holds for you.
"you're so good to me cheol" you groan, hands helplessly clawing at his back as he fills you up again. "f-fuck, so good to me, baby, no one treats me as well as you do." you ramble, letting him know just how good he is.
seungcheol who puts his black card in your mouth when you begin to complain that he is ruining your expensive lingerie, a very quick way to remind you that he can afford to buy you a new set a dozen times over - and sometimes he does it, just to prove the point.
seungcheol who's so proud when the guys point out how spoilt you are. if they even try and insinuate that it's a bad thing, he shuts it down immediately - reminding them that they'd be so lucky to even have someone to spoil. someone as special as you.
pairing: lee know/reader
content info: friends to lovers, established friends w benefits but they are in love, your honour. reader is a gnc woman. top!reader, bottom!minho, some light dom!reader, sub!minho. mahandling, teasing, handjobs, rimming, spitting, strap-ons, mentions of past pegging, mentions of spanking/belting, lots of smooching
word count: 3000 words.
this was originally going to be a multi-part story but i changed my mind thus this went to die in my graveyard of scraps. however i love this couple and i liked this scene and it seemed a shame to not post it at all haha. hopefully others will enjoy it too :)
<3
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Raising your kid brother means you will forever occupy the nebulous, fucked up space of Not-Your-Parent, Still-Your-Mom, even when said kid brother has long stopped being a kid. Jeongin will always be your first priority.
Minho knows it too. He has been your best friend for several years now. He knows you. He knows you will always stop what you’re doing if Jeongin needs you.
Even at the tragic expense of an orgasm.
It’s two o-clock in the morning, an hour after you got off work bartending. Minho has to be up for his office job in four hours so he was grumbly when your horny ass woke him up with a bulge pic. You like to consider yourself above obnoxious hormone-driven decisions, but that’s before the strap-on straps on. Several inches of silicone later and you’re taking (tasteful) fake-dick dick pics in the bar bathroom.
Minho answers the door shirtless, his grey sweatpants betraying his already chubbed up semi, and with an extraordinarily icy glare that not even his sleep-mussed blonde hair can diminish. He snarks at you until you curl your fingers into his dark roots and yank.
It takes only minutes to manhandle him back into his bed, moments to get his sweatpants off, and seconds to have your fingers around his throat and his dick gliding through your spit-wet fist.
You end up horizontal across the middle of his big bed. You’re still in a t-shirt and jeans, your boots and leather jacket somewhere on the floor. Minho is naked and covered in little love bites, his body a fading canvas of your previous times together. The sight never fails to make you ache, your fingers tracing the evidence of your own hungry desires.
You kneel between his open legs and he impatiently pries open your belt. His mouth ticks up in an amused grin as you let him whip the belt out of its loops. He tosses it behind him, his smile a smidgeon cocky even while on his back.
You would never call him cute, because he’d probably slap and correct you (he’s handsome, thank you very much), but he is. Cute. Sweet. The way he cocks his head, the way he gazes up at you. There’s an erratic heartbeat in both your cunt and actual heart, the latter more pronounced than usual. Your eyes have already adjusted but the blue darkness of his bedroom seems fuzzier, everything around him disappearing in a blurry smog of relative insignificance.
“You’re staring,” he says, his fingers crawling under your shirt. His knuckles brush your nipple through your sports bra. He pulls a face when he pinches it meanly.
You grab both his wrists and yank his hand out of your shirt. He does not look remotely chagrined, instead he is beaming with satisfaction, like he was the one who planned your reaction.
You pin his hands above his head then lean over him. His playful arrogance fades, his gaze jumping to your mouth then back to your eyes. It brings your attention to his mouth, pink and wet, his bottom lip plump and bitten from his own teeth running over it.
You have kissed him before. It isn’t a habit but also isn’t strange. You were the first to ever initiate a kiss. It was the third time you slept together and the first time you properly came from fucking someone. The base of a toy in a strap-on can sometimes provide some stimulation against your clit, depending on a few factors, but you usually have to be pretty worked up to even get close.
He got you more than close, taking you right over the edge. You all but fell onto him with the desperation of your kiss. His ankles were hooked behind your back, his face warm where your thumb stroked his skin, where you raked fingers into his sweaty hair as you sunk deep inside him with dick and tongue at once.
You usually kiss like that: in the throes of something especially electrifying. You think this might be the first time you kiss him so simply, just like this, with clarity and consciousness, spurred by affection more than thoughtless passion. A deliberate kiss, as you lean down and do just that, his lips warm and open against yours.
His eyes close, his brow furrows.
The thing about Minho that turns you on the most is how he… well, how he Minhos. His smirking, his snarking, his fake impatience, how much he dishes out. He’s your friend, someone you’ve sat beside on weekend camping trips, resting in comfortable silence around a fire while Jeongin and his friends cause a ruckus somewhere down on a beach. Minho will sit on your couch with his feet in your lap, his hat backwards, wearing glasses so he can read the nutritional content on a snack bag while you carelessly scarf down its contents. He’ll tease you kindly, let you playfully knock your knuckles under his chin. He’ll cook you meals when you haven’t eaten all day, too busy with everything to take care of yourself, but he’ll wave away any expression of gratitude after the fact. He’s good, utterly, but he likes to be trouble too.
And that’s what really gets you going, something you admit can’t be replicated with any other lover. Because they aren’t Minho. And that’s the best part.
Like this. Playful and catty and mad you woke him when he has work tomorrow, but turning soft and pliant under your body. His brow is drawn tight as you kiss him, like he can’t comprehend the sheer pleasure of it. He breathes in through the kiss, a trembling breath that flutters on your lips, then he cranes his neck to kiss you again.
You press his head into the bed. Somewhere in the simmering warmth of your kiss, your hands shift so your fingers lace and push against the bed. He makes a keening sound, his back arching, kiss breaking with a deep breath as his hips and cock and thighs make contact with your jeans.
He turns his face to the side and closes his eyes. His chest moves with the quickness of his breathing, somehow looking like you’ve fucked for him hours when all you’ve really done is kiss him.
His fingers tighten around yours when you kiss his exposed cheek, down his jaw, down his neck. He rips his hands out from under yours only to throw them around your shoulders. His fingers dive into your hair, rough and demanding when he pulls your head back to his. His mouth opens for a kiss, his tongue slashing against yours when you give it to him. You kiss him hard, kiss him until his fingers go weak and his arms are shaky, clinging to your neck like a lifeline.
“That’s it, baby. So good,” you say, a slur of words without thinking too hard. You blink with some amazement at the noise he makes, the way his whole body rears up against yours. You cradle his hips and lick his red over-kissed mouth.
Then your phone buzzes. He hears it first, or at least registers the reality of it first, head whipping to his bedside table where you left it. He is already glaring when you lift your face. Your head is spinning, your mouth as raw as his.
He digs his fingernails into your back through your t-shirt. He has also painted something of a mosaic there, faded thin lines from overeager fingers scratching when you fuck him. You obviously cannot directly feel when you are inside him, but he makes sure you feel it other ways. Sometimes you feel it for days.
He’s still glaring. God, that expression really does get you so hot. You are literally throbbing under the silicone in your jeans.
“You’re going to check that, aren’t you, asshole,” he says with more resignation than genuine malice.
“I should,” you say. “Just in case it’s—”
He makes a noise that starts as a sigh and turns to a scream. You rub your ear after.
“Your dick isn’t even real,” he says, throwing an arm over his eyes, “and you still manage to disappoint me.”
You laugh, so fond of him. Your pounding heart is not slowing down. It’s hard to look away from him, though you manage it long enough to see your phone light up with a text alert.
He grabs your chin, turning your face back to his.
“Make me come first, or I’m biting it,” he says.
“B-biting what?”
“Your dick. I’ll chew the head off.”
“Please don’t gnaw on my dick. It was expensive.”
“Orgasm. Now.”
He throws his arms out to the sides, eyebrows lifted in an expression of pointed expectation.
His position briefly reminds you of the first time you ever did this, years ago. You never complained about the obligations that came with raising Jeongin, but it wasn’t exactly easy. Between leaving school to work and shirking your social life, you made more than a few sacrifices. You off handedly expressed the vaguest desire for something more substantial than one night stands but not as serious as a relationship, given your responsibilities, and Minho replied by throwing his arms up and giving you that exact same look.
Well? his challenging eyes have always said. You have never backed down from a challenge.
You run your hands down his sides. His arms jerk because it tickles, but you hold him down to lick and bite from hip to pit to shoulder. He wriggles under you, his breath getting shallower. His dick twitches when your hand curls tightly around it.
You know how to make him come quickly. You know his body like a well-loved song, every peak and crescent long since memorized.
You manhandle him onto his front. He gives in when you push down his head and shoulders, lets his knees push his backside up, up, up. His toes curl and uncurl, his voice breaking into choppy little mewls that make you throb. You spit on his hole and your mouth chases it, tongue doing what your dick would have done. Your other hand is under him, stroking in steady tandem.
You don’t rush. It won’t take long anyway because he isn’t trying to hold back.
That makes you wonder, for a moment. If he even could hold his orgasm. Your sex doesn’t exactly resemble conventional intercourse between a man and a woman so it’s not usually too important if he stays very hard or not, greedy with his orgasms and never restraining long. Denial isn’t something you’ve ever played with. Prolonged orgasm control is something of a commitment in its own right. Years ago, when you started this, you were avoiding those commitments.
Now… Well, Jeongin is older, living in a university dorm. You live in a flat on your own. You aren’t seeing anyone else and haven’t so much as hooked up with a stranger in months. You know Minho hasn’t slept with anyone else in more than a year.
You think about how he kissed you back. You think of his backwards hats, his laughter, his sighing as he wraps himself around you.
You imagine slowing your touch, telling him to hold it. Don’t come. Because I’m going to fuck you tomorrow, because you’re mine, and I want you ready for it.
Your mouth gets him wet enough that spit runs down his skin. You circle your thumb around his rim, press in, and murmur, “Wish I could come inside you.”
He comes like that, shoving his face into the bedcovers to stifle his strangled yell. Minho is always loud when he finishes, maybe something to do with being an only child and latchkey kid to boot. He has lived alone for most of his life so he has never had a reason to be quiet. As someone who comes silently, you like it, that unabashed eruption of pleasure that he can’t really hide.
You nip the curve of his ass and narrowly dodge the backward swipe of his hand. He keeps his face buried in the blanket, grumbling nonsense as he finally lowers his hips. You straddle his ass and smooth your hands up his spine, watching him shudder under your touch. You run your hands up and up, over his shoulders to cup his face and lift it out of the blankets.
“Up more,” you say.
He’s always at his nicest and most obedient right after coming. With only a little huff, he pushes his torso up and tips his head back. His eyes flick up to where you lean over him. The bulge of your packed toy is sitting on his ass.
“Open,” you say.
He opens his mouth, still gazing up and back at you. Those dark eyes make all the blood in your heart rush lower, thumping frantically. His head falls all the way back when your hands circle his throat to hold him there. He only closes his eyes when you spit in his mouth, lips closing around it as he moans like you just gave him the sweetest gift in the world.
“Good,” you say, kissing the top of his head.
He groans and flops back down, then brings his arms forward to fold and cushion them under his head. He lifts his hips to grind his ass against your bulge, probably smirking into his elbow.
“Better check your phone,” he says. He yelps when you slap his ass.
“You’re lucky you tossed that belt away, smartass,” you say.
That degree of playing is also not something you have ever done, though you’ve skirted the idea once or twice. Your red handprint on his ass attests to it.
“Promises, promises,” he mutters.
You are tempted to give him another smack for good measure, but it will only work you up more. Instead you muster the resolve to pull away. His discarded sweatpants are the closest fabric so you wipe your hands on it. It earns your own backside a smack as you crawl to his bedside table.
“Hey,” you say, menacing but humorously so.
He knows you have no intention of following through with any threats, so he clamps both hands on your ass and squeezes. He cackles evilly before rolling out of arm’s reach.
Shaking your head and smiling, you check your phone. It is Jeongin. You can’t help but facepalm when you read his message.
Hi it’s Jeongin from family. Your brother Jeongin. Hello. We went to a Party far away and Uber dropped us off but now they don’t have anyone to pick us up!! :( Please rescue us. There are woods and trees and maybe bears. and we are drunk. Nothing Illegal
Ah, fuck. Nothing says illegal substance like swearing the opposite unprompted. You would know; before your parents died, you were indubitably on track to being the problem child. Your first year of university was a mess you intended to straighten out later, but later never came. Your parents died, Jeongin was still a minor, and you made a series of hard choices overnight.
After all these years, you’re still not sure if your wayward experiences made you a better pseudo-parent or a worse one. Maybe ignorance would have made you less panicky all the time. Maybe it would have made you worse.
Minho ducks into the bathroom while you text with Jeongin. You are lacing up your boots when Minho returns with your toothbrush, one he keeps for your overnight visits. Looking at his thighs in his boxers, the hickey poking out just under the hem, makes you wish tonight was one of those nights. Tragically, the only one being deprived of an orgasm is you.
You scrub the brush around your mouth, just enough, then swallow. He leaves again, your eyes on every step of his retreat.
“You’re staring again,” he says from the bathroom.
“Duh,” you say. You go back to tying your boots but your mind is elsewhere. You are thinking about Jeongin and his friends, of course, but you are also thinking about Minho. A lot about Minho. Mostly about Minho. Arousal is still coursing through your veins, never mind all the emotions you kept so carefully tucked away for so long.
Suddenly, it’s all you can think about. He’s all you can think about.
Minho kneels behind you on the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He kisses behind your ear, then your neck, your clothed shoulder. Your fingers dance anxiously over your knees.
“Don’t tempt me,” you say.
It isn’t a joke but he laughs, mistaking it for one. “Sure,” he says. “You just can’t take your own teasing.”
“Minho.”
“Tyrant.”
You turn, grasping his chin so quickly he gasps. You guide his face to yours and kiss him.
This kiss is slower, bold and open-mouthed. Hot. His moan is a light sound at the back of his throat and it zaps through you like an electric bolt. He drags his nails down the middle of your back, making every hair stand on end. When the kiss eventually comes apart, he presses his forehead to yours.
You are both breathing hard.
“I’m not working tomorrow night,” you say, your voice a low rumble. You swipe your thumb over his bottom lip. “Can I come over?”
He nods. Minho can be loud to say the least, but sometimes his voice gets so delicate that it turns your brain to mush. He talks like that now, all soft and sweet, so close to your mouth. “You promised to fuck me tonight,” he says. “I’ll be thinking about it all day now.”
“Me too,” you say.
“Mm.” He flops over and rolls so his back is to you. “That’s too bad for you.” He accompanies this comment with a wiggle of his hips.
You can’t help but smile at him.
“See you then, brat,” you say.
“You’ll see me in your dreams,” he says, accompanying it with a dramatic yawn. “And when you masturbate tonight. Good night!”
AUTHORS NOTE ; this is a repost from my old blog ( chrisbahng-old ). this is the only place this has been reposted and any other reposts are not me nor are they allowed. I am hoping to have new content soon and appreciate all the support so far <3
warnings ; chan is called alpha, breeding, petnames (puppy, angel, baby)
“Channie, it’s s’ big,” you wined as your boyfriend filled you only halfway full of his thick cock.
“I know, baby.” Chan cooed, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. “But look,” he brought his eyes from yours to where you two connected. “Alpha’s already halfway in you.”
“Only half?” your gaze left Chan’s as you peered down to see if he was telling the truth. A moan escaped your lips at the sight of him slowly pushing the rest if himself into you.
“You’re taking me so well, pup.” Chan groaned as he nearly bottomed out in you. “Taking my cock like it was made for you, yeah?”
You whimpered in response; hearing him praise you was something you would never tire of hearing.
“That’s my good puppy,” Chan whispered as his hips met yours for the first time that night. Chan let out a blissful sigh and brought his attention back up to you, your puppy-dog eyes watering with tears again and Chan leans his forehead against yours.
“C’mon, I know you can take it, love. I haven’t even properly fucked you yet.” He said, closing his eyes as he starts to pull himself out of you.
“Hurts, alpha, it hurts,” you finally mumble out and Chan smiles down at you softly.
“Shh, angel, you’re gonna be alright. I’m here, alpha’s here.” Chan kissed your lips before pulling out to the tip and thrusting himself back into you. “Shit, puppy,” he cursed as his hips met yours. “How the fuck are still this fucking tight,”
His words made you tighten the grip you had on his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin and leaving little moons. “You think your little cunt would be sloppy and messy, but fuck,”
You clenched at his words and whimpered when he pulled himself back out again. Chan repeated his motions, pulling out to the tip before slamming back into you, but progressively got more and more merciless.
Your mind went hazy, trying to think of any coherent thought or word to say was like reaching for something that wasn’t there. The only thing you knew is that you were reaching your end.
“Channie,” you croak, “‘m close,”
“Aww, is my puppy gonna cum? Hmm?”
You nodded, not knowing how much longer you could hold on. “Please,” you begged. “Please let me cum on your cock,”
Chan’s jaw clenched at your words. He hears you mutter them enough, but it still gets him every single time.
“Fuck, pup. Alpha’s gonna cum,” he said through gritted teeth, leaning his head on your shoulder.
“Cum in me, please,” you whine, bringing your hips up to meet his.
Those four words was all it took for Chan to lose it, he thrust himself into you harder than he’s ever done and bit down on your supple flesh. You could feel his cock twitching as he let go inside you. You felt warm, not hot, but warm.
A soft smile spread to your lips when Chan pulled out of you for the final time that night.
Chan sat up on his knees, admiring his work. “You look so pretty, my love. All my cum spilling out of you like this. You’ll be even prettier when you’re all pregnant with my pups, yeah?”
Chan leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, then nose and forehead. “Thank you, alpha,”
“Of course, pup. Now why don’t we run a bath, get us cleaned up a bit.” He replied.
You nodded in return, stretching your arms out for Chan to pick you up, not trusting your legs at the current moment. Chan lifted you up and kissed the top of your head. “You did so well tonight, I’m so proud of you.”
as a masc-leaning nb stay, thank you for writing your most recent chan drabble! it was so gender affirming as a reader and a chan bias <3 will continue to support your work!
aw thank you so much! i really appreciate the love, i started that fic like a year ago and assumed there wouldn't be an audience so i'm glad that you liked it so much 🥺💖 i hope to do a little more writing with trans masc reader in the future but it all is based off my experiences and my gender is a whole thing so no promises
enjoy this meh sub chan smut requested by an irl friend months ago :)
catch your breath
wc: 0.7k
cw: sub!chan x afab dom!reader, choking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, undernegotiated kink, no aftercare in fic, dirty talk, use of petname baby, idk it's just a bit of choking nothing crazy
chan was never any good at asking for what he wanted. he was so used to putting everyone else first; his family, the kids, his fans - he didn't quite know how to allow himself that space. case in point, for the first few weeks of sharing a bed with you, he didn't tell you that you'd steal all the duvet when you slept leaving him freezing. he apologised profusely as he asked you for just a little corner; he asked so timidly, so different from the leader you were used to seeing.
chan wasn't very good at asking for what he wanted, so when he did you took it seriously.
one night you're so full you could cry, sitting in his lap sweaty and naked with him. your hands resting on the highs and lows of his abs, feeling the way the muscles twitch and move under your finger as you grind you hips, gasping as he somehow continues to hit deeper and deeper in you. you're so full you're dizzy and he's so pretty it almost hurts to look at him and-
'ch-choke me, p-please baby'
you're not even sure you heard it, not really. it's whispered out as his hands grab your hips harder, meeting yours with more force. his eyes are closed, and the quiet whine of it almost missed in the mess the two of you were making.
but you didn't miss it, oh thank god you didn't miss it, and one of your hands finds its new place around his throat.
'i've got you baby, i've got you' you reassure him, feeling the warm skin under the pads of your fingers. he looks up at you, you feel the soft unmarked part of him, the vein that's always visible when you two have sex, the dampness of his skin.
you slowly begin to squeeze, increasing the pressure just slightly.
'fuck, f-fuck' he whispers, his nails creating their own marks in your skin as he reacts to even just the feeling of your fingers there.
but it was the pressure that had his eyes rolling back. that moment of handing control over you, letting you make that ultimate decision for him. allowing him to focus only on the way your heat was clenching around him. the surrender of it all.
you began to let go when the hands on your hips relaxed, just slightly, his eyes fully closing. as soon as you begin to relax your grip he whines out, gripping harder again, small whispered begs coming from the man below you. you grind against him in response.
'channie, just catch your breath first baby' you try to explain, but he moves one of his hands to wrap around your wrist. the usually big hands looking small as they try to get you to increase the pressure around his throat, and failing to do so. grabbing at your hand, eyes doing the majority of the begging. the noises your boyfriend is making are new to you, and you swore to do whatever he wanted so you squeeze tighter.
as your hands tighten, you increase your pace, determined for him to feel just as good as you do when you're with him. his eyes roll back, his face gets warmer, and what noises he manages to get out make you dizzy. you're close to letting go again when-
'fuck b-baby, ahhh, s-shit'
it surprises you both, and you're quick to follow, not realising how tight the knot in your stomach has become since focusing on him. you release your grip as chan leans forward to kiss you, lips on yours before you even manage to move your hand from his neck. the kiss is furious and soft and intense. you're the one who pulls away to see a blushing mess in front of you.
's-sorry i shouldn't have-'
'yes, you should have' you cut him off, making clear there wasn't room for discussing. 'do you realise how hot it is knowing you're enjoying yourself, that i'm giving you what you need?'
you lean forward, into his ear, hand tightening just slightly again 'how hot it is seeing you so desperate?'
please enjoy these sfw/nsfw thoughts about bang chan, featuring my gender crisis. these are based on my experiences/hopes, and may not match every trans-masc person's - and that's okay!
wc: 1k
cw: bang chan x trans masc/afab! reader, mentions of dysphoria (various forms) and transition, no transphobia, brief mention of misgendering (no one actually misgenders reader), name for reader (baby, boy, boyfriend, pretty boy)
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i have no doubt in my mind that chan would accept you being trans - whether you came out before you met him or whilst dating him. but let's talk coming out; he wouldn't have a learning curve, there'd be no slip ups or small mistakes. it would be an instant shift, and he'd make sure it would be the same with the kids. even if you weren't ready to tell them straight up, he'd let them all know that you were trying more masculine things and they'd just follow his lead.
he'd let you borrow all his clothes, of course. not even in the possessive my boyfriend is wearing my clothes way although yes that as well but so you can try out different styles and have access to a full wardrobe of masculine clothes as you built up your own. tbh i think you'd end up sharing a wardrobe with him from then on, it's your joint wardrobe, easy as that. he'd instantly turn compliments from beautiful to handsome, or whatever would make you comfortable. suddenly you're his prince. sometimes you'd forget you were ever not out to him.
telling him for the first time was hard, you couldn't stop crying and you were so scared, hiccupping over words and telling him over and over that it was okay if it stopped him loving you and how sorry you were and- 'you know i love you, right? and i love that i have a boyfriend now, if that's the term you're most comfortable with. either way, baby, 'm going nowhere, and i'm so so proud of you for telling me.'. he'd hug you close, too, squeezing you tight as you calm down, reminding you over and over how much he loves you as you are.
you'd expect at least a discussion and questions, and maybe him to need some time and maybe take a break and maybe break up with you and maybe- 'god i was so worried you were going to leave me, baby boy, i'm so glad this is all that's been wrong'. he's so happy that you're not going anywhere he can't stop smiling. yes he has a boyfriend, and yes it's a change but you're still his! before you really have time to grasp what has happened he's covering you with small kisses and reminding you how much he loves you.
if someone were to misgender you he'd be quick to correct them, never making a big deal out of it, just interjecting with the right pronouns or terms. if it was one of the kids he'd pull them aside later and remind them to try harder - not that they'd need it, he taught them all better than that and they'd be so happy to have another guy the group, for some of them another hyung.
he already knew a bit about being trans, but he went out of his way to research everything he could, and the ways he could support. you'd often stumble across open tabs when borrowing his laptop or visiting him in the studio. the consideration to not expect you to do all the emotional labor of explaining things the internet could easily tell him. he'd look into chest binding and medical transition in case you ever wanted to, he looked up ways to help dysphoria so you wouldn't have to teach him. he wanted everything to be as easy for you as possible.
would 100% help you with your dysphoria by almost playing dumb to what's making you dysphoric. like he wouldn't even acknowledge your chest being anything but a chest, changbin has a bigger chest, so do you, it's the same. he's not tall, and he's as much of a man as you are. dysphoria where? dysphoria what? you're just as masculine as the rest of them.
'they're just jealous i have the prettiest boyfriend' he'd whisper to you when the kids would tease you both for being so loved up. every time he says that word is makes your heart skip - he says it with so much love.
nsfw
additional cw: mentions of chan bottoming, reader receiving oral sex, reader's parts referred to with the term dick, mentions of chan giving a blowjob, praise/dirty talk
i think chan could have a relationship without sex, he would never expect or push a partner and it is as fulfilling with or without for him. that being said, sex is something chan loves; the feeling of closeness, and trust, and love. the way he loves making a partner feel good, and loved, and cared for. he is such a soft dom, and just wants to make who he is with feel good.
so when he put together that your reluctance to have sex may come from your dysphoria he starts helping you over that; and make adaptions to intimacy to make you the most comfortable. don't want to take your shirt off or wear a binder? absolutely fine, let's make sure you're safe but you never have to be naked around me. don't want penetration? amazing, chan loves playing with you in whatever way makes you feel good. want to top him? oh please, he'll be good for you and really loves whatever toy you want to pick. want him to refer to your parts with masculine names? 'god your dick is perfect baby, fuck, it's so pretty'
he's so into you that he will do anything. there was one time he gave your strap a hell of a blowjob, just because you'd mentioned in passing how frustrating it was not getting to see him like that. even the way he does go down on you changes, with or without going on t, chan gives you head instead of eats you out - there's this masculinity in the way he treats your body.
the praise during sex is always incredible, and we are all in agreement that chan is talkative during sex. he doesn't always expect a reply but simply loves telling you how incredible you are. it's through this that you find just how good it is to be with someone to truly sees what you are;
'oh pretty boy, god you're so good for me'
'f-fuck you're so deep baby, so b-big, fuck'
'i don't think i'll ever get over this dick of yours baby boy, fuck, it's just perfect'
cw: softdom!chan x afab sub!reader, somnophilia, prior consent given/established relationship, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, tiny bit of degredation, reader is called a cocksleeve, pet names for reader (princess, little one, baby girl, love), breeding kink, creampie, blindfolding, little bit of aftercare, tiny bit of size kink? kind of?, subspace
sleepy sex with chan has always been your favourite, but not that morning just barely light needy 'don't get out of bed yet' sex - but the 'i came home and you're already asleep and i'm sorry but i need you' sex. the 'i've had the worst day ever and i'm too tired of everything but please do something' sex. the 'we fell asleep still connected and i can't help it' sex.
boundaries had been clearly discussed when the two of you started having sex, but it was not soon after that you found yourself in the position of having that needy half-asleep sex. you stepped through the door to your apartment, barely closing the door before dropping your bag, coat, and shoes. cleaning up in the bathroom was exhausting and slow, but somehow you did it, making your way to the bedroom you and chan shared.
you had only just tucked yourself in when he followed, still energised from a good studio session. 'how's my baby doing then?' he asks, stripping himself, slowly exposing more and more skin - you found yourself wishing you had the energy to do something about it. instead, using the energy you did have to give him a run down on your day.
your voice drifting off as he gets closer to you, stopping entirely as his hand comes up to hold your face; his skin warm against yours. soon lips are on yours but you barely have the energy to respond to them, even though they are plush and perfect and attached to your boyfriend.
'oh is my baby tired?' he asks, stroking your hair as one hand around your waist pulls you closer to him. his smile is loving and soft, patient as you nod and try to apologise. 'there's no need to say sorry princess, let's get you some sleep'.
you cut that idea off with a whine, burying your head into his neck, letting yourself be surrounded by his scent, your hands grabbing at whatever parts of him they're near.
'oh?' you nod and whine again, trying to pull him closer again.
'oh. my love is needy, i get it baby, do you want daddy to help you get some rest?' you nod, whispering a please as he guides you onto your back - hands gently touching and caressing you, taking their time to hold and adore you.
'daddy'll just be a sec, little one, okay?' you go to respond but by the time you find the response through the fog in your brain he's back in bed with you, holding something.
'lift your head up for me, princess.'. your body follows before you even think to, and a blindfold is neatly tied around your eyes. a soft kiss on your lips follows. the darkness only adds to how heavy every part of your body feels, and heightens the way his fingers trace their way down your arms, and back up under the t-shirt you've slipped on.
'pretty little baby, so well behaved for me' he muses as he lifts the top high enough to have access to your chest. leaning down to plant kisses across the new found skin, the only warning you have being the brush of his hair as it falls against you.
there's kisses and small bites and that sinful tongue tracing a line down from the center of your chest to above your underwear. he lets his teeth find the band of the panties you'd left on in your rush to sleep before pulling back and scolding himself for not being gentle.
'beautiful, such a good girl for me' he praises, lips against your stomach. he reaches one hand up to your face, and as you feel them brush against your lower lip, you immediately try to follow them. he laughs to himself before helping you guide his thumb into your mouth; wet warmth surrounding it. he feels himself get harder. 'so good, daddy'll help i promise little one.'
with his other hand he begins to pull your underwear off, your hips raising slightly to help, but you're clearly distracted by the weight on your tongue. sucking around it, losing yourself in how good it feels to be surrounded by him; the love of it, the warmth, the care.
'god you're so fucking pliable baby' he comments, as you realise your legs are being spread apart, just enough for a somehow now naked chan to rest himself between. the heat of his thighs making you feel warm all over, you whine, mouth opening a moment. your whine just gets louder as he takes his soaked thumb away from you. you try to follow it.
'you know i'd call you pathetic if you weren't so cute babygirl?' he whispers in your ear. he's somehow everywhere and it's making your foggy brain dizzy. that disorientation is not helped by the thumb that was once in your mouth in now finding it's own lazy pace on your clit, rubbing these patient patterns. well it felt patient until he moved it down slightly to test exactly how much prep you'll need to take what you actually want.
'p-please da-daddy'
'god you're... i should prep you baby'
chan was always so cautious with you, even at his roughest he wanted you stretched and ready before even attempting to fit himself inside you. it was that love and care that made you feel safe, safe enough to feel so out of it and still want to be so full of him.
'it's o-okay, you can m-make it fit daddy, please'
'you can take it baby? can you?' he laughs, clearly not expecting an answer as you feel the feeling of his fingers replaced by something much harder. 'it's a good job you're making a pretty puddle on our sheets'
you didn't think he could ever feel bigger than he already is but when you feel so small and delicate, you weren't even sure it would fit. yet he finds a way, his tip slowly slipping into you. the stretch delicious and dizzying; marred only by the words whispered in your ear;
'god, you're made for me little one'
'it's okay, daddy will take such good care of you'
'so tight around me, you're just so little, princess'
you don't notice you're moaning until you hear how much louder you get as his hips meet yours. your knee in one of his hands, lifting the near dead weight just so he can nestle himself deeper in you. his other arm, fist clenched, is holding is weight next to your head. you can feel the warmth radiate of his bicep - you know the way it bulges and the veins and you wish you could see it now but-
'letting me do whatever i want baby, so good to me'
his thrusts are such delicious rolls of his hips, no hard snaps, no sudden empty or full feelings - just this constant massage of your walls and beautiful presses of his head against the squishy part inside you.
'pretty little thing for me to use, such a good cocksleeve'
every new praise is said somewhere new. some so close to your ear you're not sure if it's in your head; your sleep filled brain replaying all the dirty things chan has said to you. some are with lips pressed to new skin, as if he's trying to consume you whole.
'daddy'll make your bad day go away, i know you're happiest all full.'.
'do you feel that baby? feel how deep i am? just relax love'
every new move is a surprise, you don't have enough energy to try and picture what he plans to do and that's why this works so well. you've had enough sense to hook the leg he previously held over his hip; you think he put it there.
'my little play thing, so perfect for me'
the delicate touches that appear on your clit surprise you, they make you notice the knot in your stomach.
'you're so easy to use baby, just made for me, so good, good girl'
the pinches on your nipple make you cry out, how did his hand get there? how didn't you notice.
'you're so good to me, letting me have you like this, letting daddy take care of his needy little girl'
the sudden bite at your neck, the sucking you know will bruise bring you so close and you can't even really warn him. it's so dark and warm and you feel so safe and good and-
'oh baby, cumming so quickly for me, fuck'
'there you are, aw baby, making such a mess'
'you feel so good cumming around me, babygirl, daddy loves you'
'd-daddy loves me?'
'y-yes he does, and you love daddy, so it's okay if he uses you a little longer, right?'
you nod, or at least you think you do, as you feel chan speed up. his thrusts getting a little harsher as he chases his own high.
'daddy's gonna b-breed his perfect little girl, yeah?'
'i know how much you love when daddy fills you up like that, stay still in and take it, yeah?'
'shhh it's okay d-daddy's close baby'
all his praise turns to groans as he fills you up, placing kisses over your neck and cheek, thanking you over and over again for it all. you don't remember much after that, some familiar feelings of his hands helping clean you up, him pulling you into him as you spoon. him telling you over and over just how good you've been.
the mornings after nights like this are some of your favourites. they're the kind of mornings that make you slip up and call chan your husband; he smiles so big every time. it's all breakfast in bed, not letting you walk anywhere, giving you his card so you can buy yourself those shoes you've been looking at, so many kisses your lips are sore. it's love.
look changjin is my favourite thing. like everyone thinking hyunjin is the prettiest person ever but all he cares about is changbin. and changbin worshipping hyunjin all the time. and ugh like muscles and it's good okay.
even better is those two and felix but you aren't ready for that discuss
It’s scary and hard to be so vulnerable about parts of yourself with someone else. That’s why it takes you almost two months into dating Chan to gain the courage to talk to him about it.
But you’re falling in love with Chan, and it’s better to just rip the band aid off, right? Make it all hurt at once so you’re not dragging it out forever?
But you’re falling in love with Chan, and it’s better to just rip the band aid off, right? Make it all hurt at once so you’re not dragging it out forever?
But you’re falling in love with Chan, and it’s better to just rip the band aid off, right? Make it all hurt at once so you’re not dragging it out forever?
“Chan?”
“Hmm?” His muffled reply comes from his room. You shuffle in slowly, your heart warming at the sight.
Chan has the duvet pulled up to his neck, tucked in at the sides and his laptop resting on his stomach. He drags one hand out from the covers without looking up and reaches for you, an invitation to join him in watching whatever show he’s begun.
You stand still though, frozen in fear. This was it. This was a changing moment, it was going to change everything. You can’t force yourself to move.
After a few seconds Chan looks up, face changing from sleepy to concerned in a flash.
“Baby? What’s happened are you alright?”
You feel tears pool in the corners of your eyes but try to hold them in. “Channie?” Your voice is watery.
Chan immediately is up and out of bed, enveloping you in a soft hug. “I’ve got you, okay?” he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.
You nod against his chest, not trusting yourself to speak.
Chan just holds you, not trying to rush you into speaking. You have to pull away eventually though, because you know if you wait any longer you’ll talk yourself out of coming out. Again.
You take a deep steadying breath. “Channie?” your voice still shakes. “I need to tell you something, it’s about me.”
You can see the concern on his face deepen and you rush on, the words coming faster now. “It’s about! I don’t think I’m a girl anymore or I’m not sure I want to. But I don’t want to lose you Channie I don’t want it to be different but I know you’re going to feel different about me! And I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you when we started dating I was still figuring it out I think and I was afraid you-“
“Baby!” Chan’s arms are securely on your hips now. “Please breathe for me, okay? You’re not breathing.”
You nod too fast in response, your head more like a bobblehead.
“Okay, breathe with me.” He takes one of your hands and places it on the center of his chest. “Ready?”
You nod, more tears spilling out.
“In?” You feel his chest expand against your hand and you try to do the same, your own breath stuttering and stopping as you cry.
“And out,” you both release the air together.
“In again?” You try to focus on just the feeling of your hand on his chest, his hand placed over yours, the warmth of it.
“Out again.” You lift your eyes up to meet Chan’s gaze, see the concern and love in his eyes.
Your expression wobbles.
“Hey stay with me baby. One more, okay? In?” You breathe in deeply through your nose this time, trying to fully fill your lungs.
“And out.” You release the breath. Chan doesn’t move his hand from where it’s holding yours against his chest. You don’t remove it.
For a breath you stand together silently in his room, the only noise coming from the tinny laptop speakers over somewhere on his bed.
“Baby? Are you feeling like you can breathe?” He asks. You’ve had panic attacks around him before, and he knows better than to ask if you’re okay.
You nod silently.
“Good, okay come here.” He pulls you in close again, wrapping his arms securely around your body.
“I love you so much, okay? And I’m so proud of your for telling me how you’re feeling, that must have been so scary. It’s okay if you’re feeling not like a girl anymore, it won’t change anything because I know how I feel about you. We’re in this together okay?”
You nod again against his shirt, fresh tears leaking from your eyes.
literally after coming back and writing two things i've had three separate hate messages about them. and like, i know that happens, it's part of the territory, but it sucks. and is so discouraging.
i took over a month off bc my mental health has been a mess, and to come back and have all this happen is just shitty.
if you don't like what i write, block me and move on? please.
⇢ pairing: changbin x fem!reader
⇢ word count: 5k
⇢ genre: smut, sexwork!au, robot!changbin, slightly distopian au
⇢ summary: in a society where robot brothels are a normal part of life, you get to ask for what you really want
⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni! sex work, smut [oral sex (m.receiving), (gentle) throat fucking, cum in mouth, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie]; changbin lifts the mc (robots are strong); society is all sorts of fucked up
⇢ posting date: August 11, 2022
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The future has brought on many amazing things—one of the main ones being robot brothels.
In these establishments, everything is legal, there is no risk of catching an STD (or feelings), and you get exactly what you’ve paid for. And, most importantly, you can ask for anything. People have no shame in admitting they use the sexual services of robots because there is no shame in it—it’s a need they were created to fulfill, after all. Robots are carefully crafted for different professions nowadays, so why not the world's oldest profession? If scientists can make a robot that teaches better than any teacher out there, why couldn’t they do the same with robots that pleasure people?
Even some women you know have paid for a slot with a robot and had no shame about it. All of them have said the same thing: it’s better. You don’t need to go out on a date with the robot and take him home just to realize it can only give you three minutes of sex before it comes and rolls over in bed, as is the case with some men. You don’t need to teach them anything and waste precious time explaining how human female anatomy works. Robots know, most men don’t.
Robots just get the job done. Of course, they are carefully programmed and taught how to pleasure people, so you can get one for any type of need. If you want them to last long, they will. If you want them to get you off quickly, they will. If you want them to dominate you, they know how to. Whatever you pay for, you’re getting. Whatever kind of sick fantasy you have, a robot will perform it for you. After you’re done, you get to click the reset button and this action deletes the last hour or so (depending on the time slot you paid for) from the robot’s hard drive, erasing its memory with you, which means you leave the establishment satisfied and with a secret you don’t share with anyone.
It’s the reset button that makes it possible for robots not to malfunction. The biggest robot flaw used to be their apathy, which bothered people, especially in professions where they worked with humans. So, scientists figured out ways to make them more human-like, to help them understand emotions better, and emulate them. For this purpose, sex worker robots are almost raised as humans. They learn about feelings and the problems that humans face, so by the time they have to start working, they are much warmer than any other robots and, frankly speaking, most humans.
It’s precisely because of this warmth and attachment to people that the sex robots come with a reset button. People often do bad things to them, play out their sickest and most immoral fantasies on them, and if such memories accumulated, the robots would start malfunctioning and would grow colder. That happened a lot before the functionality was introduced—or so you’ve heard. You wouldn’t know any of this firsthand, but you’re about to find out.
You aren’t a person who ever thought she’d go to one of these establishments, but the world is terribly cold and hostile, and you need a specific service. You can’t exactly ask a man, so you pay for an hour slot with a robot and hope you will get what you paid for. After all, all your friends have, and you’re sure your request can’t be that strange. Can it?
After filling out a thorough questionnaire about what kind of a service you want and what type of physique and features you like in a partner, you get assigned to a gorgeous robot named Changbin. You trust the establishment with the pairing completely—you’ve listed everything you wanted in your partner for the hour, and they picked the robot that suits your needs.
So, when Changbin opens the door and lets you walk inside the clean, dimly-lit room you’ve booked, you feel happy and curious to see whether he will deliver. You’re so nervous you don’t even take a good look at the man as you walk past him.
“Hey, I’m Changbin,” he greets, sounding just like a human does, which shouldn’t be a surprise—they’re just like humans. With that, he offers you his hand to shake, which feels strange considering the circumstances and the type of relationship you two have. But, you’d take a handshake over coldness any day. You shake his hand and introduce yourself, to which he smiles. “Such a nice name… There’s no reason to be nervous, trust me.”
How did he—? You stop in your tracks and look at him questioningly, but then remember that, with his training, Changbin probably has a better understanding of people than you do. “I’m… Sorry. It’s my first time here, it’s nothing personal. I just don’t know what to expect.”
“Mhm,” he hums gently, giving you a nod or two before he smiles so softly you think you will melt on the spot. He’s buff and has big strong arms and very soft eyes and curly hair that makes him seem so innocent. He says your name and makes it sound like the prettiest word in the entire world. “You can trust me. Is it okay if I touch you?”
“Yeah, I—” You want to say you paid for it so he can do whatever he wants, but you bite your tongue. The guy is just trying to make this less awkward, so you have to play along. “It’s alright.” You weren’t thinking he’d want to have sex instantly, but you’re here for a specific experience, after all.
“Good,” Changbin says and reaches for your face, cupping one cheek with his hand. It feels warm, just like a human’s touch would. He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your skull as he does so. “I know why you’re here, I’ve read your list. So, you don’t need to explain anything. I know what you want, and I will give it to you. Every single thing you asked for. If it’s easier, we can pretend we’re not… us. I’ll be some guy from your life you want to do this with. Use his name instead of Changbin, pretend I’m him. Does that work better?”
“I…” you gulp, completely smitten by the smirk the man gives you. You’d never really thought about a robot sexually—except that one popular actor robot who looks like a Greek god—but now that he’s here in front of you, dark locks falling over his eyes as he smiles, Changbin is the only man that exists for you.
The thing is, you never really cared about anyone else, which is why you’re here in the first place. Men scare you most of the time, their coldness makes you want to stay single forever, and you never really feel the need to date men. That’s why you asked for warmth here, and they sure delivered. So, you tell him, “Let’s just be us, Changbin. That works better for me.”
He smiles at you and nods slowly, his hand moving from your face down your shoulder and arm until his fingers intertwine with yours. His other hand grabs yours, so you stand there holding hands for a second or two before Changbin leans in and kisses you sweetly. Everything about him is surprisingly gentle, considering he’s big and broad. His lips feel perfect—just like human lips do—and you kiss him back almost hungrily, which makes him chuckle into the kiss. “Want to take things slow or not?”
“Whatever, uh, you— I trust you with this one,” you nod, sounding so confused and lost that he probably pities you, “you definitely know more than I do.”
Changbin winces slightly but then smiles again. “So, you said you wanted oral?”
“On you,” you remind him of the term you’ve listed in the request.
The truth is, you want to make someone else feel good, you really do. The men you’ve had any kind of sexual interaction before weren’t a good match. If you gave them your mouth, you’d just stand there with your mouth open and they’d fuck into it roughly. There was no pleasure from it, no intimacy, no closeness. You hated it. That was the downside of robot brothels as far as women were concerned—they taught men they could do whatever they wanted, treat women like they were toys, and use them to get their rocks off. After all, that’s what men did to robots before deleting their memories.
So, a man who only knew how to use a mouth or any other hole to pump into for a minute or two before he came wasn’t going to change his behavior just because he was seeing a woman and not a robot. Since you missed warmth, you came to the establishment to experience things men like that would never get you to feel.
“Yeah,” you agree with a nod. There is no need to explain, but you do it anyway. “Don’t want it to be rough or hard.”
Changbin hums again, the sound so calming you close your eyes for a second. Meanwhile, his hand moves down to touch yours, gently pulling it towards his crotch. You give in easily, wanting this to start, wanting to get to touch him.
When your palm meets his erection, you are more than surprised at how hard he is. Are robots always hard? Or do they also get aroused and go soft when they are not feeling it? You know they can ejaculate, you’ve heard that much. “We’ll go as slow as you want to, I promise… You get to control everything.”
You squeeze his erection when he says that, wanting Changbin to know how thankful you are for his understanding. It’s unbelievable, but this is the first time a man has ever told you anything like that—and he’s not even a man. The bed is right behind you two, and the robot places his hands on your hips and leads you backward until you have no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Does that work?” Changbin asks, and you just nod, goosebumps all over your body at the sight of him undoing the knot on his sweatpants and slowly getting out of them. His tight boxers and shirt soon follow, leaving the robot naked and you drooling.
You’ve seen men naked before, but never like this, never so silky smooth, firm all over. Men nowadays don’t even try—why should they when they can find a robot for cheap and get what they need? Changbin was made this way, you know, but he smells perfect and his body seems to radiate heat—a built-in feature, probably. You can’t have sex with someone who’s completely cold against you, it would ruin the mood. So, he seems like the perfect fit in many ways.
Your hands reach for his waist and run up and down his sides, taking everything in, enjoying how real his skin feels. It’s almost like the real thing, except he’s too kind to be human. “You’re very pretty,” he tells you while he uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, make you face him instead of letting you stare at his firm body. “So gentle.”
“You are too,” you tell him through a whisper, unable to stop staring at his big brown eyes that seem to be taking your face in while his thumb glides over your chin. “So… Handsome. But warm?” You don’t just mean his bodily temperature, and you have an inkling Changbin knows that.
“Men usually aren’t warm?” He questions while his other hand moves down to tug at his dick, get it ready for you. That is when you actually look at his crotch and your mouth instantly salivates. He’s big and thick, everything neatly trimmed, tidy, his cock already hard enough. Someone made him perfect from head to toe.
“Not like this,” you say honestly. A man has never been this sweet, and you’ve been here for just a couple of minutes. But, Changbin’s hand has been on your face the entire time, his touch warm and gentle, calming.
“Want to take it for me?” he asks you, his fingers holding your chin, his cock a couple of inches away from your face, his fingers wrapped around it. While talking to you, he’s getting himself off, and something about that makes you want to scream—it’s just so hot. No one takes their time nowadays, and no one lets you watch them play with themselves like this. “Help me get off?”
You practically whine when you tell him yes and nod eagerly, and Changbin smirks at you. If this is all an act, he’s the best actor alive. You open your lips and he leads the tip of his cock to them, gently smacking your bottom lip with his cockhead. “Look so pretty like this,” he tells you in a low tone, one that makes his voice sound deeper. “Makes me want to come all over your gorgeous face.”
When you hear Changbin say that, you open your mouth and start suckling on the tip gently, wanting to take your time. You don’t need him to come right away. In fact, you prefer it this way—taking things slow, just sucking on the tip first for what seems like minutes before even adding tongue and swirling around it, which makes Changbin kick his head back and grunt.
“So good at it too,” he hums, raking one hand through your hair before he grips it. His touch is never too rough, even when he’s pulling your hair. The hairs on your body stand up with excitement when you imagine him touching you this way while fucking you, so you start bobbing your head against his cock a bit faster, taking more of it in, letting his thick cockhead brush against the roof of your mouth with every movement. “Shit!”
Your hand moves down his body to his balls, and you play with them while taking more and more of his cock. You’re not moving too fast, but Changbin doesn’t seem to mind, judging by all the grunting and hissing going on. His other hand is still on your face, gently caressing it. “Such a good tongue, damn…”
You pull away from him, feeling desire pool in the pit of your stomach, your body reacting to his cock even though it’s nowhere near your crotch. “How do you like it, usually?” you question, even if it’s none of your business. You just want to make him feel good.
“It’s good like this,” he lowers his voice and looks down at you, “you’re doing great.”
“But how do you like it? I want to do it that way,” you insist, and he smiles. That’s all you want—to pleasure someone, to have them show you they like what you’re doing, to share a real moment with another person. “Show me.”
Changbin cups your chin from below and it feels like he has your entire jaw in the palm of his hand. With his other hand, he leads his cock to your mouth. “Can I go a bit deeper?”
For a second, you’re afraid they have ruined this amazing man too, that he now only wants to piston into your throat until he comes, that this will be just like everything else.
But, it’s not.
When you nod, Changbin slowly pushes into your mouth, grunting as his underside rubs against your tongue. His tip tickles your throat and he pulls almost all the way out and then repeats the motion. It’s nothing like the jack-hammering you’re used to—it’s slow and sensual, and he seems to be enjoying every second of being in your mouth.
You could sit there for hours and watch Changbin make the hottest faces while he pushes into your mouth. Surprisingly, you’re the one who grabs his hips, who pushes them towards your face, who suddenly wants to take more. It’s because of the way he’s groaning and moaning your name, like he’s actually enjoying your touch, and that’s all you want. “Oh fuck, so good for me,” he coos, kicking his head back before moving his gaze down to stare into your eyes. “Fits in you perfectly.”
You let him enter your throat, looking up into his eyes so you can communicate your disapproval in case it gets too much. But, it’s nowhere near that with Changbin. There are no quick movements, no pounding into your mouth, no violence. He eases his dick into you slowly, grunting when he bottoms out, and then he slowly pulls out and mewls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “You’re so good at this too,” he tells you, and a part of you has a feeling he says that to everyone. It’s his job. “Make me want to explode right now.”
His strong hands hold onto your face: one is pressed against your throat, fingers pointing down, while the other is caressing your cheek. There’s nothing on his body, save for the bracelet he’s wearing, and you don’t know where to look first. Everything about this man is perfect, so much that you keep forgetting he’s not a man. Changbin pushes into your throat again and grunts. “I like it when I can feel my dick in you,” he informs you, tapping his fingers against your throat, making you realize why he’s holding his hand there. “Are you okay?”
You hum around his cock and go on for a long time, but you’re not getting tired of it, even when your jaw starts hurting. It’s hard to get tired of such a good-looking guy moaning because of you, praising you, enjoying every second of being inside of you. After a while, though, Changbin moans at you, “Can I come?”
You nod and start bobbing your head again, happy to hear he even wants to come—from what you know, robots technically don’t have to come. It’s learned behavior, like him being kind and gentle. Technically, he could go on for hours like this, let you pleasure him forever and not have an orgasm.
“Yeah?” His voice is suddenly raspy, and the sight of him looking down at you with his mouth open just before he hisses makes you clench hard. “Down your throat?”
When you hum again, Changbin gives you a couple of slow, teasing thrusts before he comes exactly where he said he would, his fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks, his voice getting you even wetter. You’re sticking to your underwear already—this is the hottest sexual experience you’ve ever had.
Once he’s given you his cum, the man pulls out of your mouth and immediately sinks to his knees in front of you, bringing your face closer to his so he can kiss you gently, slowly, his tongue rubbing yours. You can’t help but pull him in closer and deepen the kiss.
“Fuck,” he mumbles at you and grabs your dress. You let him get it off of you, you let Changbin get rid of your panties, you let him see you naked. With a chuckle, he grabs you, lifts you, and stands up with you in his arms, naked chests rubbing against each other, the feel of his warm skin on yours sending shivers down your spine. Robots can lift basically anything, so you don’t feel bad about him carrying you like that—it’s like lifting a feather in his world.
“You’re—” he mumbles and then grunts, stopping himself. “I, uh… Do you want to—? Can I touch you?”
“Touch me,” you breathe into his mouth and kiss him, and soon enough, his fingers are inside of you, massaging you just right. It’s unfair how good robots are at sex, how easy it is for them to gauge people for reactions, and figure out what works best. It’s unjust but so fucking good.
You’re not used to any of this, to being in someone’s arms like this, legs wrapped around their waist while they finger you and rub your clit at the same time. The fact that he can hold you with one hand shouldn’t be as surprising considering he’s not human.
Your favorite part about the whole thing is that Changbin is hard—still or again, you’re not sure. “Oh my god,” you stop kissing him and rest your sweaty forehead against his, feeling your entire body short-circuiting because of the way his thumb is playing with your clit. How is it possible to move that fast, it’s almost like a vibrati— You remember that he’s human-made for this exact purpose, that he knows exactly how and where to touch to make women like you blow. “God, Changbin, you— Please, more!”
“Faster? Or harder? Or dick?” Each question sounds terrific because the end result promises more pleasure for you.
“Dick,” you respond, catching yourself by surprise by how needy you sound. Usually, you just want to come, and you don’t care how. Now, you really feel the need to blow while this gorgeous man is inside of you.
Changbin lets go of your crotch and hooks his hands under your bent knees, still holding you up in the air. The strength is more admirable than you thought it would be, but it’s the last thing on your mind when he lets you sink onto his cock and starts moving your entire body. “Fuck yes,” he grunts, kissing you hungrily. “So wet and tight. Fit so well.”
With his hands on your sides, Changbin can easily move you up and down like he’s lifting a toy and not a person. You scream with pleasure when he bottoms out because his shaft rubs right against your g-spot while he stretches you, and you’re almost gone already. “Please, keep going,” you beg, fingers digging into his shoulders. Your body is covered with a layer of sweat, your chests rubbing, making you feel so close to him. “Please, please, I’m so close—”
“I feel it,” he tells you through a grunt and starts moving your body faster. “I know you’re gonna come for me nice and hard, right? Gonna show me how much you liked sucking my dick and having me in your throat, huh? Gonna be good?”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head so you close them and go limp in his hands, let him lift you up and pull you onto his cock, let the hard erection sheath between your walls, let him make you squirt over his lower half. The feeling is the most intense thing you’ve had the satisfaction of feeling in your entire life—like a ball of warmth that’s been building up for years has finally released and let pleasure surge through every cell of your body. “Fuck, Changbin, fuck!” is what you manage to moan before you even realize you’re coming, that there’s cum shooting out of you, that you have squirted all over the robot.
“That’s a good girl, give it to me,” he says with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way you’re twisting and turning in his arms while he keeps pushing you onto his cock and then pulling you up, not stopping until your orgasm passes.
“Fuck, there’s so much of it—” you mumble, entire body twitching, legs unable to hold onto his waist any longer.
“Yeah, you gave me so much,” he says, sounding very proud of it. Changbin continues fucking you through it and doesn’t pull out once you’re done. Instead, he eases you onto his cock and wraps his arms around you gently, sits down on the bed, and then lies down with you on top of him, his hands caressing your hair and back, moving down your body and then starting from the top. It’s relaxing, it makes you want to sleep even if your cunt is pulsating around his still hard cock.
“Did you enjoy it?” you ask once you catch your breath, still on top of him, Changbin’s arms keeping you there. For some reason, that’s all you want to know now.
“That’s what you asked for on your list, right?” he challenges with a smirk. Yes, it was—all you wanted was oral and sex, for it to be warm, and for him to enjoy.
“Oh,” you say, clearing your throat and sitting up, finding yourself right against his crotch again, cock still hard. “I meant…” You shut up for a second, realizing you are overthinking it. “I don’t know what I meant. ”
This is Changbin’s job. He probably doesn’t enjoy fucking random women and giving them precisely what they want time and time again on command. Why would he enjoy this? He’s a robot, but nowadays, they have feelings too. God knows what his actual preferences are and whether he enjoys any of it at all. Does anyone even ask?
“No, no, no…” Changbin sneaks an arm around your waist and sits up so you’re face to face again. Sitting on his lap completely naked feels terrifyingly close but something is keeping you there. Maybe it’s the warmth of… everything—his body, his arms around you, his eyes, his voice. “That’s not what I meant. I did enjoy this a lot. I just thought it was sweet of you to ask for the things you asked for. Not many people care if we enjoy it. In fact, it was a first for me and I had a great time.”
“Good,” you say with a nod, feeling your heart beat louder at his words. He’s just a robot who works here, and you’re just a woman who paid for his top-tier services, that’s all. You shouldn’t be clenching around him, especially when you know he’s made to feel everything. “I’m glad you did.”
“Did you?” Changbin questions, arms still around you. It doesn’t look like he minds you being on him still, him being inside of you, even if you technically got what you came for.
“I… You looked like you were enjoying it, so yes.” That was all you wanted—to have sex with someone who is gentle and who looks like he’s enjoying himself. You wanted to make someone else feel good without being treated like just a hole—and Changbin delivered. “And I… It was amazing, really.”
“It seemed like you enjoyed it,” he points out and leans in to kiss you. He doesn’t have to—he’s done his thing and your time is almost up. “It’s tough out there with men being used to robot sex, right?”
Of course Changbin knows. You’re surprised he can’t read your mind at this point. “Pretty much. They treat humans the same way. It’s… Dehumanizing,” you say with a scoff and look to the side, realizing Changbin has it much worse than you and that you shouldn’t be complaining to him, of all people. Or robots. He has feelings too, and he gets used for sex all the time. Didn’t you just do the same thing to him? “Thank you for this. It was exactly what I wanted to feel.”
He hooks a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiles at you warmly. “Thank you. It was lovely.”
“Is it time to reset now?” you question, feeling terrible about having this experience with someone who will not remember it in a minute or two. An artificial experience, one curated for your pleasure. You know you want to replay this night in your head every night, and it will probably be your best sexual experience for the remainder of your life.
“I… Would you mind terribly if we didn’t reset?” Changbin whispers, lips an inch away from yours. It’s a shocking question, but you don’t flinch, gasp, or move away. You can’t, not when he looks and sounds so peaceful.
“You—you don’t have to?”
“We don’t,” he explains with a sigh, “it’s just that we choose to. Most people are, uhm, selfish with their wishes. Rough. Violent, even. So we just choose to get rid of the memory. If the memory is bad, it can go against the things we learned about human nature and humans having empathy and— You know what I mean. We malfunction because reality isn’t what we were programmed to expect. You can’t keep believing people are good and kind when some of them show you they’re… Not.”
“That sounds terrible,” you tell the man, feeling bad for the way things are. Why would they do this to robots, why would they let them feel, and then put them in these situations? It seems cruel.
“It is, but that’s not my point,” Changbin says, leaning in again, his nose rubbing against yours, sending shivers down your spine. “This is something I don’t want to get rid of.”
“Really?”
“It’s the most human-like experience I’ve had. Definitely the first time since I was created that someone cared about my pleasure, even compared to robot sex I’ve had.” You forgot all about robots being able to sleep with each other, all about the robot women who are more than happy to sleep with Changbin and give him what he wants. “So, if you agree, I’d like to keep it.”
“You can keep it,” you quickly reassure him. You don’t mind him holding onto this memory, either. “I’m happy you want to.”
“You… Do you want to come back sometime?” Changbin suggests. It’s forbidden for robots and people to enter relationships—all people can do is buy their time in a brothel. People and people can mix, robots and robots can mix, but people and robots can’t date or love or anything like that. That is immoral, but using robots to fulfill sexual needs is not—that’s the logic of today’s world. “If you want to. You can ask to get me again.”
“Do you want me to?” You’re not sure what is going on and if he’s being serious about it. Maybe it’s about the money. But, then again, you’re sure Changbin makes a lot of money for the establishment—the place is booked. He can’t be so desperate for clients that he’s asking them to come back this way.
“I’d love you to,” he tells you, hand rubbing your side. “I’d like to have more memories I don’t want to reset. Plus, I enjoy all the tenderness. No one ever treats me this way.”
“Me either.”
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and welcome to random short nsfw!skz thoughts that aren't quite enough for their own posts (there's some member x member too at the end)
cw: gn!reader, brief mentions of; power dynamics, masturbation, mirror sex, pet names for members (bunny, hyung, toy, baby), pet names for reader (stay, baby, omega), bondage, dumbification, a/b/o kink, breeding kink, cock warming, strength kink, voice kink
member x reader
jeongin is the one most likely to fuck a fan, he wants to be worshipped like that. to be with someone who's so obsessed with him they'll let him do anything he wants to them. he is lowkey obsessed with the power dynamic, he likes feeling like a god.
'even better than you imagined, right? all those things you've spent nights reading, can't live up to this.' the way he thrusts in and out of you makes you whine, everything feels too much and so good, 'be a good little stay, and spend the rest of your life dreaming about me fucking you'.
changbin gets off to pictures of himself or looking in the mirror. he loves the way fans have begun to lust over him the past few years and he's fallen into it himself. he looks good, he knows he looks good, and it makes him so hard.
'f-fuck' he hisses under his breath as he watches the clip on repeat. he's thrusting into the air on stage and fuck, he knows he looks good. the screams, scrolling through the comments. 'god, i look pretty in those trousers.' he thinks as he rolls his palm over his tip again, groaning from the pleasure.
minho, every once in a while, loves being the sub. he just wants to be called beautiful, and be looked after. he wants someone to take him apart, he definitely wants to bottom (he doesn't mind if it's organic or silicone). he just wants to be loved - every now and then. oh and he insists on being called bunny when he does sub.
'doing so well for me bunny, such a good boy' you whisper in his ear, as he moans out again. hands grabbing at the nearest parts of your body. 'i love you so much, my beautiful bunny, so good, so good'. 'i love you too, i love you, i lo-'.
hyunjin likes just being touched, not always sex or being played with. he just likes someone's hands on him. nails against his skin, warmth on his stomach. some nights he would rather someone slowly run their hands over his body than get off at all.
'god i missed you' hyunjin says, head buried in your neck, as you slowly run your hands up and down his back. fingertips and nails dancing up and down his back, over well-earnt muscles and delicate skin. 'i miss you too, baby, so much'.
seungmin is lowkey obsessed with bondage. partly the art of it, the rope on skin, but also partly the restriction - being a toy for someone. also, not needing to play nice, or kiss or touch. he's just there and someone will use him and everyone is happy.
the rope was almost biting into his skin, the blindfold sat tight over his eyes. he couldn't see you, he couldn't move to touch you, and it felt incredible; he felt useful, even before you touched him. 'what a pretty toy for me to use, the new rope looks so beautiful, minnie, perfect.'.
jisung lives for dumbification, especially receiving. being told he's a dumb baby, that all he needs is you, and how empty his head is. like especially when you stop to tell him, leaning down, grabbing his head and making him look at you, just to slowly tell him how dumb he is, making him nod and agree.
'god don't you look so pretty, drooling like that, there's nothing going on in there is there sungie?'. you ask, even though you know he's unable to answer, cheeks wet; 'don't worry, i'll take care of you, make you feel good, i promise. i'll make all the decisions for my dumb little baby.'.
felix likes holding hands when doing basically anything in bed. whatever positions, whatever is going on, felix has to be holding onto something when he's with you. he wants the closeness and the love, he wants to love and be loved.
'b-baby, please' felix whines as he reaches out for you. you're on your knees, sucking on his tip. you pause, and look up at him to see one hand stretching out for you; you take it. palm warm, sweaty, and holding onto yours oh-so-tightly you want to coo; but instead, you took him back in your mouth, returning to making him feel good.
chan has an a/b/o kink. fight me. i almost wrote a whole drabble about this. it's not all the time, but every now and then he's desperate to own you; especially when he sees you with the rest of the kids or doing something in your shared apartment. he just wants to love on his pretty little omega; it's like his daddy kinks and breeding kinks turned up to a hundred.
'a-alpha please, please' you beg, chan thrusting into you over and over, both of you getting close to that peak. 'you want alpha's pups, yeah?' he asks, smirking down at you as you nod, grabbing at him, trying to pull him closer. 'yeah, i'll fuck my pretty little omega full of my pups, you just lie there an be good for your alpha.
member x member
jisung has an oral fixation, and it's part of why he wants to kiss all the members all the time. and sometimes when chan is really frustrated with han's inability to be quiet he puts he makes jisung sit under his desk and fills his mouth another way.
'shut up jisung!' 'but hyung-' 'knees, now.'. chan says, his voice firm, his glare stern. so han obeys, knowing exactly how his leader wants him; under the desk, mouth wide open. 'you know what happens when you can't be quiet, sungie...' chan says, lowering his sweatpants, as jisung drools, '...so stop being a brat, and put that fucking mouth to use.'.
felix has a strength kink, and that's part of why he's so obsessed with changbin - he wants to be held down, or pinned against walls, even just holding onto muscle-y arms can make his cock drip. he regularly gets off to the thought of changbin, and whines his name when he cums and hopes changbin doesn't hear. changbin used to, losing that was the worst bit of moving into the separate dorms.
'b-binnie, p-please, changbin!' felix moans, turning his head to the side to try and bury it in his pillow, not quite managing it as he spills over his hand; picturing the way changbin's arms had felt under his hands in the interview earlier, the hidden strength, the veins. he wanted so badly to be pinned up against a wall by them; as changbin used him; but that he'd never admit.
chan has 100% got off to one (if not more) of the member's voices in his studio. whether it be felix's deep voice, or jeongin singing, or binnie's rapping. i mean, how many skz songs have random moans in the background? how can he listen to that and not get hard?! making ot8 red lights was a hard task for him.
he knows he shouldn't, but with the lights low and the clip playing on repeat, it's hard not to give in - hand dipping beneath his sweatpants to play with his hardening cock. the speaker quality in his studio was always the best, even better than his headphones, and that mixed with the way his precum was adding slip to his movements, was making it harder than ever to control himself.
jeongin has asked hyunjin for help learning about sex, which has definitely led to them hooking up a couple of times. hyunjin is always so soft and gentle with jeongin and talks him through everything; he always makes it about jeongin feeling good. hyunjin just has one request: he wants to be called hyung the whole time.
'h-hyung, please, please!' jeongin begs, as hyunjin slowly takes him in his mouth, swallowing around him a few times, before pulling back. 'does that feel good innie, yeah? you like when hyung lets you fill his mouth like this?'. 'y-yeah hyung, so much, thank you, hyung ahh-' jeongin starts rambling as hyunjin takes him into his mouth once again, the wet and warm hole making jeongin shiver.
hyunjin and changbin both love felix so much, but they're both too scared to tell him - so they get off together talking about him. they'll look at photos together, and watch fancams together, and talk about everything they want to do to him together.
'he'd look so pretty begging for us, fuck, even him saying hyung earlier-' 'he always says it so innocently, it makes me feel dirty' 'what's dirty is picturing him saying it on his knees for us' hyunjin's hand stutters as he does what changbin says, seeing the way felix would look, the way the title rolls across his tongue, deep and heavy as he begs and- 'damn, jinnie, that's the quickest you've cum' 'shut up hyung!'.
am i ignoring my entire inbox and to do list rn? yes, i am so sorry. i am so out of practice with writing i need to start with something easier.
phone sex/sexting headcanons
wc: 1.8k
cw: gn reader (no genitals or pronouns, but reader bottoming is mentioned a couple times), pet names for reader (baby, jagi, bunny) brief mentions of exhibitionism, rougher sex, hickies, sexual punishment, nudes, hentai, grinding, sub!felix, switch!jisung, dirty talk
chan not only sends you things personally, loving getting you all desperate overhearing the ways he wants to take you apart - but he teases you publically too; posting small hints to your sex life in his bubble. like the way you begged him to pin you against the wall last time you were together. he'd purposely turn down the lights and listen to the song you last fucked to in chan's room, so by the time he gets home you're already needy for you. it's a way to play into his exhibitionism kink without ever risking anything, mixing play and work.
he couldn't hide the smirk as he turned on the coloured lights on chan's room, this dull purple bouncing around the walls as the intro to the song played. hearing those starting melodies immediately made you shiver.
behind your eyelids, you can see his body above you, face damp with sweat, as his hips roll into you over and over. the noises, the way he holds you close, his breath on your neck.
but right now the sight in front of you was more interesting, him leaning back in his chair, almost as if he was pretending he could see you sitting on top of him, bouncing up and down as you cry his name out over and -
but here he was on vlive, and despite the fact he knew you were watching, so were thousands of other people. so as the song ends, and he pretends he can't see your text pop up on his screen asking him to come home early, he smiles at the screen and continues.
minho sends you texts as almost a punishment, it's a game for him, it's teasing, it's riling you up to do nothing but watch you squirm. it's very much out of the blue, and hypersexual - he's not messing around. he wants you turned on, now. and he'll happily do it in front of other people, seeing you sitting with felix and han playing a game, and texting you about how he wants to bend you over the coffee table in front of you.
'i wonder how they'd react if i spread you out on the table in front of them' you see coming at the top of your screen as you try to focus on the game. it stunned you enough to make jisung win, but you could barely focus on the quokka celebrating next to you - instead glaring at your boyfriend across the room.
he smirks, looking down at his phone again, seeming unaffected by the image of his member watching him ruin you.
'needy bunny, can't even focus on beating sungie?' the second text pops up, chastising you for being understandable affected. this was always his favourite thing, making you feel almost embarrassed by how much you want him. and minho loves to be wanted.
changbin 100% sends you nudes, regularly. for him, sexting is old-fashioned - it's about the visuals. but he's arty with it, mixing in these black and white shots between sweaty gym photos. he also knows there's more to these photos than his muscles, sending you photos of his hands holding things, maybe working. his mouth, with things in it, or tongue out. sure, he's about nudes - but he's more so about you looking at him. enjoying the way you react to seeing him.
it wasn't uncommon for changbin to be at the gym late, leaving you to your netflix. so in the middle of your evening curled up on the couch, your phone lighting up was unusual. looking down you're greeted with a photo of your boyfriend.
it's a mirror selfie, in the steamed-up gym mirror, with a section wiped away to give you a clear look at his chest, covered in these blossoming bruises from the night before. all his veins are on show after all his working-out. you could feel yourself instantly drool.
'this better mean you're on the way home to me' you rush to reply, trying not to appear as desperate as you felt.
'i don't think you're asking nicely enough, might stay for another few circuits he quickly types back, laughing to himself.
instead of texting back, you strip yourself of the top you're wearing - taking a photo of your chest almost mirroring his - because as much as changbin loves sending you photos, he enjoys receiving them even more.
hyunjin is the kind of guy to take sexting way closer to smut than some short needy 'you up?'. especially when he's on tour - he'll write almost full stories about what he'd do if he were there, how he'll take you apart or how you'd take him apart in some like top-tier quality. he'd also buy you one of those remote-control vibes so he can send you stories and play with you. sexting with hyunjin is basically just sex, it's great.
hyunjin being away always sucked, but your night got a lot better when your phone popped up with a message telling you about exactly how hyunjin would have you on the sofa right now if he could.
leaning across to dig the toy hyunjin had bought you out of the chest of drawers next to you, you were welcomed by the subtle vibrations already occurring. halfway around the world, hyunjin still finds time to be intimate with you.
texts ping through at a steady pace, describing the way he'd have your legs wrapped around his head, and you can picture it - his descriptions of the way his tongue would move against you, vibrations picking up.
soon enough, you're close, and he feels close - despite being so far away.
jisung is a sharer over text or sometimes video calls. he loves sending you porn he's found, watching it together, or reacting to it when you find time. sometimes its still photos or drawings i'm very pro hentai obsessed jisung and sometimes it's gifs, or videos. as soon as he finds something he thinks is hot, or he'd like to try with you, he sends it over. sexting with han is about sharing other content, not making new stuff.
'god, this is so fucking hot' the text from your boyfriend read; prefacing the unloaded image below. as your internet finally works, you were greeted by a grainy photo stolen from twitter or tumble or somewhere of someone's neck, covered in lipstick and hickies.
there are smudges of other makeup too, hinting at running mascara, a lose reference to someone involved crying oh-so-prettily. that was usually jisung between the two of you, but you've had your times.
and he's right, its so hot, and now you need to recreate it, take him apart with little kisses and bites, make him beautiful like that. and that's exactly what jisung wanted, later at least.
'it'd be hotter if it was you jagi'.
felix calls you when he's grinding on his pillow, desperate for you, begging you to come home. the two of you had decided a while back that he wasn't to touch himself without your permission, which began the influx of desperate calls you'd get at random points of the day; his deep voice groaning down the phone, interrupted by these high whines that almost don't make any sense next to his voice.
'b-baby, come h-home, please i-'
'you sound out of breath, lixie, are you doing something you're not supposed to be?' you tease, lowering you voice so no one on the train can invade in this moment.
'i'm not touching i promise! i'm a g-good boy' felix whines, the self-praise almost falling into a chant.
'then what are you doing, little one?'
'g-grinding' he whispers, rolling his hips over your pillow again, folded between his legs.
'ah, what a smart baby boy, well since you're so clever-' a whine from your boyfriend echoes down the phone.
'you can keep rolling those pretty little hips until i get home but, little one, don't you dare cum' and with that you're pretty sure you could hear him sob, almost see the way his hips stutter. 'i wanna see you cum, lixie, see you grind those needy hips for me.'.
seungmin doesn't enjoy phone sex or sexting very often, he's so much more physical, he doesn't see the appeal of doing it so far away from you. but once in a while he'll surprise you with simple instructions to make you ready for when he gets home; especially when he's had a hard day. he sees sexting as a form of foreplay, not his favourite, but if it gets you ready for him he's in.
'be naked by the time i get home' the text reads, clear across your phone screen. it's not a question, there's no room for negotiation - and you're more than happy to play along. stripping off and waiting for seungmin to come home.
you, of course, take a photo of all your clothes piled up for him, a small way to show him you've done as instructed. that you're ready for him. you shiver as the cold air of the apartment runs over you, nipples getting hard.
'perfect, i hope you continue to be this well-behaved baby' he praises, acknowledging your lack of brattiness today - getting even harder in the back of the car he was in at the idea of you playing along today, someone so willing to be stress relief.
jeongin phones you on tour, when you beg him to. you're missing him, and porn just isn't cutting it, so you beg him for just a few minutes. so he locks himself away in a bathroom just to talk dirty down the phone to you - whatever his baby needs. but he definitely plays it up, teasing you for being so needy you'll just take his voice down a crackly phone line.
'so fucking needy, aren't you baby?' he whispers, voice lowering on purpose as he shuts the door to the hotel bathroom - trying to put some space between him and his members as he helps you get off.
'y-yeah, innie, please' you beg, small vibrations heard in the background - that hum reminding him of what's happening here.
'you picturing me, yeah? thinking about how good i fuck you, how good it feels when i play with you' he growls, trying his hardest to not get turned on himself - this is all about you.
'only y-you' you confirm, whimpering as he reinstates his possession of you, even as he is halfway across the world.
'yeah, i'm the only one who gets your dripping like this, even just at the thought of me'.
after a healthy dose of heartbreak, and getting a new job (literally found out today i'm so happy) imma try and come back to writing.
but to do that i've forced a fresh start on my inbox and drafts. i'm working on a little thing right now but aside from that i've deleted everything - but feel free to send stuff in if you want me to take a look at it now.
also, a heads up, i may be writing some ftm reader stuff - my gender identity is ever-changing but i kind of want to explore it in this safe anonymous space a little. this isn't so much a warning or anything, and i am still so into female reader stuff but, i want chan to call me a good boy and imma write about it lol.
