Freak Show Talk | 3racha, Lmh

Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh

𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

! fwb, free use ft. all, fujoshi fem reader, poly, enm, angst, smut, dead dove do not eat. <1k wc. 18+ readers only !

「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© Dec 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

The privileged girl works the rich boy over with her mouth. Rich boy whimpers and his cheeks are pretty pink. Privileged girl tastes the salt on her tongue and thinks about how fucking privileged she is.

And why wouldn’t you?

On the precipice of coming, Changbin stops you.

“Here.” He pats his thighs, cock sprung and wet. Glistening hard. “Ride me.”

You strip yourself and climb hurriedly to his lap, the broad head of his length catching when he aligns. The little black box is wide open, eyes on stalks to take it all in.

“Fuck, you’re so hot—”

Silence him by capturing his mouth, sink over his girth and tremble with the sensation of fullness. He could split you in two. You’d— Fuck, you’d thank him. Your slow, breathless grind allows you a minute; Changbin groans and guides you by swell of hips, eyes darkened by lust.

“Feel so good, baby.” He throws his head back. “Fuck, you fit me so well. How do you fit me so well—” A snap of his hips. “Make me want to fucking ruin you—”

It devolves as he plants his feet and carnally pounds you, impaling deep and slick. Forced to support yourself by arms around his neck, your back is deliciously abused by the rake of stubbed nails, bruised by the iron grip he keeps. Helpless but to take, take, take what he gives yet aware of how he keens when you nip and suck his throat between cries, latching and sucking to his clear delight. Pretty pink and purple blooms on his sweaty skin, sealed by your lips. You hope the marks will hold until Chan sees them. You hope they enrage him. Hope they turn him on. Hope he’ll kiss over them and make fresh ones of his own. How lucky Bin is, to be thrown back and forth by those that covet him.

“B— Bin, ngh—”

“Yeah, baby.” He hooks an arm around your body and pulls you closer, your pelvis arched inwards, the presentation of your ass made good upon by the hand that drops to squeeze your cheek and spread you; he feels so fucking big like this, tight against your entrance.

“Don’t stop— Please don’t stop, Bin—”

“God, fuck, I’m close.”

“Not inside me,” you breathlessly request, pushing yourself from the man’s chest to better convey the message. He’s blissfully fucked-out, rosy bottom lip drawn between his teeth, but nods his frantic understanding and lifts you from his throbbing length just in time to have your navel and his abs defiled by warmth of cum. He pants and his body blushes, soft abs contracting under the decoration, rounded tits heaving with pink nipples so pert you can hardly help closing a kiss over them.

“Fuck, fuck—” he sighs, kissing you swiftly and drawing you close. Glowing though admittedly far from orgasm, you kiss the man’s temple and cheek, his wet lips, prepared to stay with him while he basks in it; but he’s as insatiable as you. Cannot possibly entertain that you leave this unsated. He lifts you, urges you to stand on the sofa over him, your left foot planted to the soft seat while the left is hoisted to the back, thus presenting your sensitivity.

With only four one syllable words he sucks your soul from your body:

“Ride my face, babe.”

He attaches his mouth to you, unbothered by the wetness, the mess, the heat. Difficult at first to fall into a comfortable grind, but desire eventually dictates the slow, sensual movement. Dragging yourself across his tongue and lips, you tremble with the exertion while he conducts the act with endless enthusiasm. On an excited tremble, his cum drips from your navel to his forehead; he rasps a throaty laugh and quickly swipes it, smearing it across his similarly soiled abs. He reaches up and inserts a thick finger to stimulate you into a quiver so violent you can hardly remain upright— he hums and says breathlessly:

“You taste even better after you’ve been fucked.”

Is that the thing to send you into an orgasm so brutal it almost topples you? Changbin supports your body, laps at where you quiver, and when satisfied, guides you to sit beside him.

Minutes stretch on as Changbin attends to your cleanup—no easy task in a studio ill equipped for a refractory period. He returns to the sofa with you, makes no move to suggest you should redress or leave. This is his space, he says. Stay, he pleads. You acquiesce and kiss him sweetly. Let the man rest on your tummy and card through his thick curls.

You’re safe here with him, he sighs contentedly.

You smile. Wonder if the same could be said of him being here with you.

Eventually, you fall into a contented doze.

Late is the hour, long has been the day, and with Changbin wrapped around you, they may be longer still.

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𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡

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Sphallolalia | Masterlist

*Minors do not interact with this story*

Summary: As your best friend’s maid of honor, you must endure the shameless best man’s flirting until after the wedding. It’s just sphallolalia… right?

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BIG COCK: for dummies  (s.c)

the one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and you’re not entirely sure if you can take all of it. 

prompt: just a little more + look how good you take it 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 2.3k

PAIRING― seungcheol x afab reader

CONTENT― first time, established relationship, top seungcheol, mentions of pain but it is consenting.

NOTE― this was written on a whim for fun, i am very well aware that this is drastically different compared to what i usually write!! that being said, pls ignore the title, it was either that or something worse. anyway, here’s a huge package for yall. 

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— not jisung’s, but yours

sub!jisung x dom!reader | 2.7k words

🏷️ cnc to dubcon. boypussy!jisung. smut. some fluff. porn, no plot. petnames “baby” and “mommy,” vibrators, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, pain play, casual to intense sex, pretty boypussy. 📝 this is for @meivida, my fellow boypussy enjoyer! full and explicit version of header art is available on twitter. mwa mwa enjoy it mei ;))

18+ only. minors do not interact.

there are two things that you need to use and can’t simply let go to waste: your lonely little vibrator and your boyfriend’s pretty cunt.

it’s a boring afternoon and you think of which one to use first.

the longer you stare at jisung, whose legs are daintily crossed over the other as he sits beside you on the couch, you think harder and harder about how cute he looks.

he looks comically small against the wide frame of the couch, huddled in a corner, fiddling with his phone.

your bullet vibrator is in the drawer next to him. you figure that it’s best to play with what’s in front of you first, that the device can wait for you later.

it would be so fun to play with his pussy, right then and there, no pressure. so, that’s what you suggest, letting the words roll off your tongue with a cadence of nonchalance that catches jisung off guard.

“what?!” jisung asks with wide eyes, shocked beyond belief. “you want to what?”

you simply nod. “you can just stay on your phone if you’re busy, no need to moan or anything. i just want to touch it. may i?”

an audible gulp leaves jisung and he looks extra cute this way: blushing, unsure, cheeks puffed up like a squirrel in front of headlights.

you wait patiently for the response and that’s when your boyfriend notices a glint in your eyes. it’s sharp and intimidating compared to your relaxed body and neutral tone. he’s not shy of his pussy, you two have fucked many times before, but he’s extra shy of you now.

all you’ll do is touch his pussy here and there. lick it and tease it. he doesn’t have to respond. it’s nothing sexually serious.

“fine,” jisung mutters, but you can hear the slight curiosity in it.

a wide grin graces your face and it’s simultaneously the prettiest and hottest thing jisung has ever seen. it isn’t long before you inch forward, holding his milky smooth legs apart by his knees.

the simple action already makes jisung’s heart race. he’s free to react, free to not react, do anything while his pretty partner goes to town with his pussy. fortunately for him, his partner is you, but unfortunately for his cunt, it quivers easily at the prospect of being touched by you.

when your fingers grace his pretty panties with the most casual touch, he instinctively clenches, allowing his naturally wet cunt to coat itself more.

jisung shits his eyes for a second before refocusing on his phone as a distraction — even if your delicate touch distracts him.

you push the body of his underwear to the side, revealing the sight you’ve been craving to see: his cunt is glistening, days fresh from a shake, clit peeking slightly out of his outer skin as if it’d been shy yet stimulated enough.

jisung seems to sink further into the sofa. you have to giggle at how adorable your boyfriend is.

you lean down to kiss his clit lightly, making him wiggle in his seat at the action. he’s still typing away at a document on his phone, no noise escaping his pursed lips, but he’s blushing like crazy and his legs habitually buckle inwards at the knees.

it doesn’t stop you from planting featherlight pecks on his pussy. his clit protrudes more and more, stiffening slightly from the stimulation, while his hole clenches to keep his wetness in.

you pull your face away and jisung looks down on you curiously.

he looks as if he’s about to ask a question and you can hear it in his small voice all before it turns into a yelp — you pulled away to pull his panties down, hooking your fingers around the fabric and yanking it downwards in a swift motion that shocks him.

“sorry ji,” you neutrally say as your cheek leans on his inner thigh, admiring his completely bare pussy. your finger finds its way running up and down his folds, feeling his pretty plump skin quivering under your light touch. you continue petting it at a pace that you don’t bother to keep up with. after all, you just want to touch it.

there’s nothing too sexual about this until one of your fingers is inside him and jisung moans.

it’s sudden yet it immediately puts your boyfriend into that familiar inescapable trance. you stretch him open ever so slightly that the touch leaves him in an unbreakable spell of just nothing but neediness — yet it’s just not enough. he knows that you didn’t have that much intent behind your actions initially but he can’t help it. he loses himself and moans loudly, lolling his head back and abandoning his phone at the side of the couch.

“b-baby, please, i’m so sensitive,” he pants, “so good…”

you kiss his inner thigh while admiring his fascinating burst of sensitivity. “i’m not doing anything though.”

“y-your finger’s inside, baby…you said you’d just touch.”

“can’t i touch you inside too?” you look up at him as you respond, and that’s when something dark hits you.

the only other sight that you find as pretty as his cunt is his blissed-out face, his slightly toned tummy and chest rising and falling from breathing heavily. he’s writhing slightly, hands settling on covering his face. his legs want to buckle in but he has to stop since you’re in between them, and you think it’s cute.

it’s adorable and it also touches something deep down in your dark mind. the intimidating glint in your eyes from earlier turns into a sinister gaze that pierces through jisung in the same way another finger penetrates his tight cunt.

“baby!” he moans again, this time sounding more like a cry, and it sparks something within you.

within the dark and greedy thoughts circle and come to a point, only illuminated by a lightbulb of an idea that pops in your head as jisung moans for you.

you could use your boyfriend’s cunt and your lonely little vibrator at the same time.

you curl your fingers against his sweet spot, locking him where he is as he shakes underneath you. his glazed eyes follow your free hand as it quickly pulls the drawer, skillfully finding the device as if it were force of habit.

a still-fully-charged vibrator in your hand was the least of your boyfriend’s expectations.

“baby…what are you doing?” he tightened his hole around your digits. perhaps you were going to use it on yourself.

memories of a few wild nights ago flashed before his mind, the memory teasing him as he remembered how fucking great it was to watch you play with yourself while he was restrained. you, his baby—no, his mommy, looked too good with the vibrator. seeing it again has him whining and drooling lightly.

excitement riled him up, the familiar feeling spreading through his tummy, making him gush wetness on your fingers.

until you turned it on and stuck it to his clit instead.

“a-ah—baby! fuck, holy shit, b-baby—” jisung writhed and twitched under you, jolting from the sudden vibrations. “baby, stop, not on me—”

you curled your fingers deep inside his tight little cunt.

“what do you mean ‘baby?’ address me properly or i won’t let you cum.”

panicked, jisung shook his head. “n-no…”

“no? no? do you think you have a choice, dumb boy?”

as he was about to protest, you dug the vibrator up against the grooves of his sensitive little clit, stimulating each and every single nerve at once while the toy sat at its highest and most consistent drilling speed.

“baby stop! stop, stop, stop, b-baby!”

“told you to stop calling me your baby.” this is all too much for him, the sensations leaving him a wiggling mess, fighting against the couch for some relief. no matter how much he shook, the sharp pains of your fast fingering and the bullet vibrator sent him into overdrive.

delirious as he is, the least he could do was to commit the mistake of calling you his “baby” over and over again. broken mantras recited in between moans yet you grew more and more impatient, drilling your digits in and out of his now-gushing pussy as he couldn’t seem to call you his “mommy.”

opposite of his baby, you were mommy — the one he always masturbates to, the one he finds mean, the one who punishes him, the one who is senseless to him. “baby” is the term of endearment, “mommy” is the name that breaks his spine from the icy chills that it gives him.

you’re far from his baby now.

“answer me,” you said.

“but—f-fuck, stop! stop! it—ah, ‘s not supposed to b-be there! ‘s yours!”

lightning strikes throughout your nervous system at his words. the toy is yours, so is he. jisung has to accept that he’s your toy too, and you can play with both.

just because it was your tiny machine doesn’t mean it could be lonely. you bought it not just for your own use, but you thought of using it on your pathetic, anime girl-like boyfriend and his juicy little pussy.

“i said answer me.”

“baby—b-b…fuck, mommy!” your fingers slid up to his limit, all the way past his sweet spot, abusing him with an immense physical hurt that makes him cry in a concerning fashion.

but fuck, you’re so addicted to his noises, his compliance, his submission, you can’t help but do it again.

“mommy, mommy, m-mommy! i’m sorry! please, mommy, p-please stop…”

“i’m not stopping.”

press his buttons like they were made to be hurt.

“stop…please…” jisung can feel himself wearing out from writhing so much, his body growing sore from trying to spread his legs apart — it doesn’t help that you pushed his knees down with strong elbows — and his arms felt useless from failed attempts at pushing you away.

he’s in pain but it’s so fucking good to him. his pussy grips your fingers as they slide in and out of him at a merciless pace. his cunt’s lips are glistening from an incoming orgasm that somehow hurts so sharply each time it pulses and makes itself known.

“th-that’s yours, mommy, it’s not—ahn! ‘s not mine!” jisung cries, “not on me, n-not on me—mommy! stop!”

again, he’s right; the toy’s not his. again, he’s wrong; it belongs to his pussy.

severe aches pulsate through his cunt yet it doesn’t stop gushing wetness with each thrust and curl of your fingers. the vibrator makes a heat pool in his belly that makes him want to release as he loses self control by the second.

“gonna cum…don’t want mommy…i don’t want mommy…”

something breaks in your brain as he mutters that quietly.

“why won’t you want me? want your pretty little ‘baby?’ even after you won’t fucking listen to me, you selfish boy?” each word leaves your lips as if arrows shot precisely out of a quick-slinging bow.

pathetic little jisung is unable to dodge your threats. “b-but this is yours, baby’s toy! not mine! it’s yours—“

“whose toy?” at his mistake, you press the vibrator against the peak of his clit and it audibly stings.

“b—mhmph! it’s mommy’s!”

“correct. and since it’s mine, i use it the way i want to, yeah?” you almost laugh at yourself and at your boyfriend’s wide, teary eyes. he’s genuinely crying from the pain and yet you can see the hearts in his pupils. he’s addicted to a vice called you and he’s all yours to be dealt with.

whines escape his lips as he starts gushing even more of a clear, sweet wetness. “oh fuck…y-yes, mommy…”

“good. i’ll play with both my toys if i want to.”

“i-i’m…so close…baby—” jisung gulps thickly at his mistake. “m-mommy, gonna cum, gonna cum, please stop, s-stop!”

there’s a real fear in his eyes from being punished for wanting to cum. from calling you his baby. from asking to stop.

“why would i stop?”

“i’ll cum! ‘m gonna squirt! it’s too much!”

giggles leave your chest that are as dark as thick smoke. “there’s no such thing as too much, dumb boy. need you to squirt all over me.”

“but it hurts! hurts so much, can’t take it anymore!”

eyes meet between the both of you and jisung’s wet cunt clenches hard at the sight if your grin. the overstimulation hurts, the usually warm orgasm suddenly feeling too hot inside him. you only have two digits inside him yet he’s already so fucking tight and the small lonely vibrator feels like a death trap on his unfolded clit.

“where does it hurt?” you curl and unravel your fingers at an incredibly fast rhythm for a moment, your nails intentionally digging at his limit. “here?”

“fuck!” jisung shrieks from the pain. “fuck, no! please stop!”

you abuse his cunt in every single way, kissing and biting the inner parts of his thighs at the points where they are most sensitive.

cries get stuck in your boyfriend’s throat. “i’m begging, mommy, m-mommy…” he sobs this time, letting tears roll down his face as his hardened nipples jiggle from his heaving chest. “g-gonna—ah—gonna…cum…”

“then cum. squirt, boy.”

pressure builds quick and, as if on command or by pure blissful accident, jisung starts screaming and squirting loads.

waves of sweet gushing roll one after the other as he bucks his hips upwards and shakes. his head is rolled all the way to the back of the couch. quick and harsh throbs radiate through his clit as his sloppy cunt squirts. the pressure is intense and you feel it against your skin, but your fingers never leave his tight hole even as he’s screaming your name and wetting your entire arm.

one last gush of his pussy leaves after what seems to be a minute straight of him losing all his senses to a harsh orgasm. it’s only then that you turn the vibrator off and set it down on his wet mess. his hips fall down on the couch with a loud thud and his body seems to shut off.

you lick his pussy and his entire body rattles. the rapid shaking subsides when jisung musters up the last of his energy to look at you, satisfied, licking the cum on your lips and arm.

he’s so fucking sweet.

“did you like it, sungie?”

jisung pants, unable to catch his breath. it takes him far too many seconds to process what you asked, his mind still hazy and cloudy from the massive orgasm. he literally can’t think of anything but you.

he nods his head and drops it to his side from exhaustion. “thank you mommy,” he weakly mutters. “i love you…”

you prop yourself up and away from his legs and watch them finally close daintily as you cuddle next to him. he nuzzles his head directly onto your chest and rubs his nose against your chin as an instinctive yearning for comfort.

“mhmm. i love you too sungie. don’t worry, your baby’s here.” as twisted as it is, your sweet smile returns as if nothing had happened.

as if you weren’t being a monster on his clit.

“my baby…” a relieved sigh escapes him. “i’m…’m scared of mommy…”

you chuckle. you’re his baby now as much as he is yours. “but you like my toys, right?”

“y-yeah…but mommy’s so scary…” his cheeks puff up and he looks like the little squirrel boy that you fell in love with. “mommy’s a meanie. i like my baby more.”

his plump cheek plops on your chest and he reaches for your wet hand. the sight of his essence amazes him, but more so, every curve of your hand gives sparkles in his eyes.

“b-but i…” jisung clears his throat as it became scratchy from moaning endlessly. “i like every part of you. my baby, my m-mommy…you. you’re always so good to me.”

he licks his essence off your finger and his cheeks heat up at the taste. “i-i can’t stop loving you, baby.”

“can’t stop loving you either, ji. you’re my good boy.”

you lightly pet his pussy as a simple reassuring gesture, but instead, jisung’s entire lower half jolts. he lets out a dragged out whine as well.

maybe you forget how sensitive he is.

“sorry my sungie! couldn’t help it.”

jisung giggles lightly in response. “it’s okay, baby.”

playing with your two toys at once seemed worth it: your vibrator is a little less lonely now, and your boyfriend’s pretty cunt is well spent.

cleaning the wet couch is a worry for later.

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The Room (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x F.Reader Themes: Alternative Universe | Smut | Established Relationship | Angsty Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: Some nights, you wanted nothing more than to spend them with Chris in your room. Thankfully, once you came home tonight, you were able to do just that. Warnings: the reader is perceived as chubby/curvy/fat/etc · discussions of self-image · bittersweet · smut (warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: i’ve got NO idea what this is, but i’m happy with how it turned out, so i hope you like it as well. if you do, please leave your feedback! it’s always encouraging to read your thoughts (: especial thanks to @notastraykid & @channieskies for beta-reading this for me. they’re the best.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut warnings: masturbation.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

The room was extra cool tonight; it usually was whenever this happened. The feeling of your bedsheets against your heated skin was pleasant, but even then, you still wished he could come closer to keep you warm.

Instead, he stayed semi-still on that goddamn armchair, sitting comfortably with his legs spread wide. 

“Chris”, a pout came to your lips when you said his name.

Caressing your bare thighs, you focused on the image of him in front of you, as well as the tinkling sound produced by the ice in his drink whenever he swirled the glass. 

“Mmm?” Chris took a sip, looking the embodiment of calmness you’d known him to be.

“Lemme see…” you were trying your best not to sound as desperate as you felt, but it honestly wasn’t working. After all, after a week of not seeing him, you were desperate.

Chris chuckled, resting his glass on the armrest of the chair, smirking in your direction. “You let me see. Don’t you think that’s fair? I wasn’t the one shaking ass all night trying to make you jealous”.

You sighed, squishing your thighs with your hands and throwing your head back against the pillow. “Wasn’t trying to make you jealous…”

“No?”

“No. It’s not my fault you get jealous. Besides, I was only dancing with my friends. Not like I was rubbing my ass against some rando’s crotch”.

He hummed, and his expression softened. “‘Suppose you’re right. It’s not your fault you look that good when I can’t touch, hm?”

“Mm…” Your skin felt tingly, like he was leaving a fiery trace wherever he looked. This dress was certainly more revealing than any other in your closet, but it was also the only clean one you had to wear tonight for your friend’s birthday celebration, so you genuinely weren’t doing anything with the purpose of riling him up.

However, that didn’t mean it wasn’t a good plus.

“Regardless…” Chris brought his glass to his lips again, leaning back fully on his armchair. “I definitely won’t be the first one exposed tonight, baby. So why don’t you part your pretty legs and let me see what I’ve been missing out on?”

With a deep breath, you let your body relax, bringing your hands from your thighs to your bent knees. “Fine…”

Oftentimes, you liked to pretend like you weren’t ready to give in to his requests at any second. It helped build the feeling of need in the pit of your stomach, and, surely, it helped feed his feelings of need, too.

Slowly, you let your legs fall open, raking your short fingernails down your thighs. Chris’ deep intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed; you’d been in this position so many times before you just knew the effect seeing you like this could have on him.

In all honesty, it fed your ego to inimaginable levels.

“Look at that…” Chris’ voice was barely a whisper, accompanied by the tinkling of the ice against the glass in his hand. “So puffy… That thong is covering nothing…”

Years ago, you used to be ashamed of your body, of all the curves, rolls and folds created by the extra weight. Not anymore, though. Not as much, at least. It’d been a gradual process of acceptance, but it certainly peaked when you met Chris. 

After a couple of sexual encounters, he was just no longer shy. He was very vocal about his wants and needs and preferences. In his words, your body specifically was his preference, fat and all.

You hadn’t really needed his attention to reach these levels of comfort with your body, but to feel wanted was certainly more than appreciated. 

“Wanna eat you up, y’know?” There was an amused lilt clinging to his words, and just the thought had your brain swimming laps inside your skull.

“God, please do…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Nodding, you tried to suppress the whimper that threatened to come out of your mouth.

Chris chuckled, in that way that almost sounded like he was endeared. “Oh, baby, if I got my head between your legs, I’d just never leave… Push that silly string of fabric to the side; let me fully see you”.

You complied with his request in a heartbeat, doing just what he wanted and spreading your folds with two fingers for him to get a better look. God, you were drenched already… So much so, you could’ve sworn you heard the sound of your moist skin separating.

“Fuck…” Chris swore under his breath, once again swirling the glass in his hand before he took a long swig. “Touch yourself, love. Feel how wet you are”.

You did as asked, spreading your slick around your entrance and along your folds.

The sound of glass clinking against glass reached your ears when Chris placed his drink down on the table next to the armchair. Biting your lower lip, you tried to hide the triumphant smile forming on your lips.

You had him now, and with his full attention directed at you, your stomach was doing flips.

“Is that all for me, gorgeous?”

You nodded. “All for you, baby…”

“Mmm… You know I can’t resist when you call me baby”, Chris shifted in his seat, fully resting both elbows on the armrests and linking his fingers together. “Gentle circles on your clit, love. Slow to start, just how we like, yeah?”

Relief washed over you as soon as jolts of pleasure started to run up and down your spine, and, slowly, you became more and more incapable of keeping the sighs and quiet whimpers contained within your mouth.

It felt good, but you wished so badly that it was him… His calloused fingers and his plump lips…

As arousing as his dirty words and commanding voice were, you were sure he’d be able to make you feel so much better if only he could touch you. 

The slow stimulation was starting to drive you mad. Your legs twitched, your toes curled, and you grabbed at your inner thigh or your plush mound with your free hand the needier you got, earning an occasional hum or groan of appreciation from Chris.

“Mmm… That’s good, pretty. Very good. Use your fingers now; start with one, make sure you coat it thoroughly…”

He’d barely stopped speaking when you had already slipped your middle finger inside your hole, whining when you curled it up to stimulate the bundle of sensitive nerves inside your walls. 

“Such a pretty face. Does it feel good? Is that why you look this pretty right now?”

Heat rushed to your head and spread all over your cheeks. You just nodded, because what else could you do?

You weren’t sure if pretty would’ve been the adjective you’d use to describe yourself at this moment, but if you were making any faces, it was definitely because of how good you were feeling… Because of how good he was making you feel, even in a situation like this one.

“I–I want another…” Your insides felt empty; one finger just wasn’t enough, much less if it was your own. 

“Another?” Chris chuckled, sounding almost incredulous. “What makes you think you deserve another finger so quickly? Greedy baby…”

“I just–just want it”, there was no way you could start this tug-o’-war right now. You really, really needed that extra stretch. So when you saw Chris open his mouth, you immediately pulled out your lowest tactics. “Please, baby. I want it so bad, want you so bad…”

Okay, that last part was most certainly not planned, but it wasn’t a lie. You wanted that extra finger, yes, but you probably wanted him way more. 

You wanted him so badly right now that you feared you’d start throwing a tantrum and cry. You’d reached those levels of pathetic desperation just way too quickly…

This was so unfair… So, so unfair…

Why couldn’t he just touch you?

Well, you knew why, but that still didn’t make it any less frustrating.

Chris must’ve noticed the shift in your tone and the expression on your face because he gave in. It wasn’t unusual, but it certainly didn’t happen often. He much preferred to make you wait and make you beg more, but tonight he simply gave in.

“Alright, prettiest. You can have another. Even a third if you want. As many as you need…”

Having that second finger stretching you open had never felt as good as it did tonight. A choked sound left your mouth when you started pressing both digits up against your walls, coupled with the attention to your clit, you were trembling, moaning Chris’ name like it was the only word you’d ever known.

You heard the unmistakable sound of metal hitting metal, followed by the sound of an opening zipper. You focused on Chris as best as you could, just in time to see him pulling his already hard length out of his underwear and start stroking himself. 

It seemed like tonight Chris was giving in in more ways than one. It usually took way longer for him to start touching himself whenever you found each other like this, but right now, he was clearly just as desperate as you were.

“Oh, my… Fuck–” You couldn’t help but whine at the sight. He was so hard, flushed tip peeking out of his fist with each slow stroke, he looked just so… appetising. If only you could’ve had him in your mouth, it just felt so empty, and you knew he’d fill it up so well.

Which was exactly what you told him. He groaned lowly in response, with furrowed eyebrows and biting hard on his bottom lip.

“Faster, pretty. Whenever you want, just go faster…”

Oh, like music to your ears… It was fun to follow his instructions, but some nights–especially nights like this one–having your free will handed back to you made your insides fire up.

There was a moment where all that could be heard were the wet sounds produced by the movement of your hands between your legs, as well as the shared groans and moans and swear words spilling freely out of each other’s mouths. It was good, but you just knew it could be so much better…

Even after you slipped that third finger inside, even with all the shots of pleasure coursing through your body, there was this feeling of dissatisfaction looming over you.

You did your best to ignore it, though.

There was no point in dwelling on it right now. You didn’t want to dwell on it right now. You just wanted to share and enjoy this moment with him, just like you’d done every few nights consistently over the past year.

“I want you, too, you know?” Chris’ voice broke through your muddled thoughts, successfully pulling your entire attention towards him. “Wish I could have you wrapped around me, love. I bet you’re so warm…”

“I’d–I’d love that…” Your voice was airy, unsteady from your ragged breaths and the quickening movements of your fingers.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” Chris tightened his grip and sped up his hand, coaxing wet sounds of his own to join yours in the process. “Fuck, I know you’d feel so good. S–soft”.

All you could give him in response was a mindless nod of your head and a shaky exhale.

“Plump cunt just hugging me tight, hm? Hea–Heavenly, I’m sure…”

Oh, how you wished you could give him that. You wished you could give him the world…

“Just–just for you, baby”, you could feel your lower abdomen flexing harshly with need, like a rope winding up in the pit of your stomach, almost, almost reaching the breaking point. “Plump cunt for you to ruin–”

Chris swore under his breath, a sound that was almost drowned out by your own moans. He threw his head back against his chair, increasing the pace of his hand. “Already trying to make me come?”

“Mm!” The high pitch in your voice was almost foreign to your ears, but you’d started to get used to it. After all, whenever you shared these moments with him, whenever your thighs were twitching and your back was arching, your head just seemed to shut off completely, leaving only this feeling of desperation that grew exponentially the closer to your climax you got. “Want you to– Fuck… Want you to do it here…”

You pressed up against your walls more firmly, rubbing faster circles on your clit. You were so incredibly close, you could almost taste your relief on the tip of your tongue.

“Shit, I want to do it, too… So fucking badly”, his own thighs were twitching now, the veins on his neck protruded with exertion as Chris worked himself up, and you couldn’t help but yearn to sink your teeth on his flesh. “I’d give you anything, love. Pump you so fucking full–”

“Fuck–! I’m– I’m– gonna–” You’d barely gotten three words out before your whole body shook with your release. Waves upon waves of bliss shot from your core to every single one of your limbs as your walls contracted and relaxed repeatedly around your fingers.

Your ears started to ring. You barely noticed Chris pulling his shirt up to expose his lean abdomen before his cum soiled his skin. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, paired with the most delicious groans escaping his throat. It was a whole sensory feast, one you simply didn’t want to be taken out of.

Silence enveloped the room after a few moments, where you both basked in that post-climax bliss. Your limbs felt like jelly, you hadn’t even taken your fingers out of you, nor had you moved them away from your clit, they were just there, motionless like the rest of your body, save for your heaving chest.

It wasn’t until you noticed Chris’ shoulders shaking that your senses fully returned to you, enough that you finally had the mind to take your fingers out of your slick cunt. 

He was still holding onto his now softening length; his torso was still covered in his release, but his head hung low, like he was trying his hardest for you not to see him. It was a futile attempt, one that had your heart squeezing in agony and a knot forming in your throat.

“Fuck, sorry…” You could barely hear him speak, but you’d been in this situation so many times already that you honestly didn’t need him to say it any louder for you to know what was going on. “How fucking pathetic am I? All covered in cum and crying like an idiot…”

“Baby…” Your own voice broke a little. You wished so badly that you could hug him, that you could help him clean up, hold him close and tell him it’d all be okay. Unfortunately, you couldn’t. “You’re not an idiot”.

There was a broken laugh, one that was more of an incredulous exhale than anything else. Chris shook his head, wiping his eyes with his clean hand, before he finally looked up and reached for the wet wipes he kept on the glass table next to his chair.

You grabbed some tissues from the dispenser on your bedside table as well, and used them to wipe your hands and between your legs. Tears pricked your eyes, but you didn’t dare let them fall. Tonight, you’d be the strong one for the two of you.

“I just… I hate that we can only see each other like this…” Chris mumbled, carefully and meticulously wiping his cock, torso, and hands before he was tucking himself back into his briefs. “I hate it so much”.

“I know…” You laid down on your bed fully, curling in on yourself. “I hate it, too”.

Chris took a deep breath, leaning his head back for a moment after he carelessly threw the soiled wipes on the table. 

He was still for a few moments, until he finally stood up, pulling his belt out of his slacks’ loops before he discarded it somewhere in the room. He made his way to the bed, and laid down on the opposite side of you.

He was facing you; he was close, but as usual, it wasn’t like you were seeing him. You perceived him; your brain tricked you into thinking you could feel the mattress dipping under his weight, that you could feel the warmth emanating from his body, but those things weren’t happening–not in your reality, at least.

However, it was real. Those things were happening somewhere, just not in this version of this room, not in your universe…

You couldn’t help but appreciate his features. The faint freckles on his face, his eyelashes, his lips, his nose… “I really wasn’t trying to make you jealous earlier, you know?”

Chris chuckled at that.

“I know”, his fingers ghosted over your cheek. He wasn’t touching you, of course, but you could almost feel him doing so. “I just wish I could physically experience those moments with you, not only through our mental connection, you know? …Take you out, dance with you, kiss you, hold you close…”

It’d been over a year already since the first time you started ‘seeing’ him. What was a seemingly failed experiment in Chris’ bedroom turned into this connection of sorts. His room was your room, and yours was his, both coexisting within a shared pocket in space and time but on completely separate sides of reality.

When you first started perceiving his presence, you seriously thought you were going insane, and sometimes you still thought you might be. But you knew deep down in your heart this was real. 

It had to be…

What started as a weird friendship with someone you liked to call a mad scientist bloomed into quite possibly the most heart wrenching long-distance relationship you could’ve ever had. 

For this man to exist somewhere within the folds of reality, but not where you could actually have him, was cruel and just so incredibly unfair…

“You know I don’t usually talk about these things, but…” Chris’ voice was gentle, his hand laid right next to yours on the bed, so close yet so far apart… “I feel like we’re growing closer to understanding the veil, we’ve been making some good progress…”

Chris almost never spoke about his research, at least not about things that concerned the veil, which was the name he and his team had given this absolutely bonkers phenomenon happening in your room that had somehow extended to your minds over the course of a year. He never talked about it because he knew it was a sensitive topic, not only for you, but for him as well. Especially after starting this… relationship with you.

“The first thing I’m gonna do once we do, is find a way to get to you”, Chris’ fingers danced over the back of your hand, just a few millimetres away from it. If you focused enough, it was almost like you could feel the trail of warmth his fingertips left behind… “That’s a promise. I’m gonna find a way”.

You took a deep breath, turning your hand so he could trace shapes on your palm. “That’s a bold promise to make”.

“I know”, he replied simply, almost… confidently. “Call me insane, but I believe we can do it. I’ve got faith in my team, and… and I’ve got faith in us. You and I”.

You seriously wanted to be the thick-skinned one tonight, but his words were worming their way into your heart, slowly eating away at the emotionally strong façade you’d put up. Some nights, you’d argue over comments like these, mostly on nights where hopelessness seemed to loom over your heads. But tonight, you wanted to believe…

“When you get here, would you take me out on a proper date?”

Chris smiled at you, snuggling a bit closer without invading your space on the bed. “I will. I’ll take you out for dinner, then kiss you at your doorstep, and, if I’m lucky and you allow me to, I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, pushing aside any sparks of doubt lighting up in your mind. There was no place for those tonight.

For now, you’d let yourself believe that it was possible, that he’d find a way to make it possible. After all, having him physically with you in your own reality was one of the things you wanted most in this world.

And maybe if you started believing hard enough, it’d finally become true.

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「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© Dec 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

You’re the problem. Who’d have thought.

Changbin keeps talking.

“It’s the reason I had to take a step back. Jisungie too. When I told him I'd been with somebody else— I mean, he was a little surprised, but he was ultimately okay about it. We’d discussed it, after all. So yeah, he was prepared. When I told him who, he blew his damn top. Said I was an idiot for trusting you, that I was putting everything at risk. He said you... harassed him.”

“Harassed him? I called him once to try and talk to him—”

“I never thought there was any truth to it.”

Anger flares. How dare Chan. “God, Minho was so right about him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Yo, I know you’re mad, but he’s still my boyfriend.”

“He has issues, Bin. The very first time we spoke he said I was nothing more than a booty call. The second time we spoke he called me a sasaeng. I’m not down for insults I have to fucking Google.”

Changbin pales, eyes morphing wide. “What? He called you a what?”

“It’s not true, Bin. Jesus.”

“No, I know. That’s not what I'm—” He drags his hands over his face. “Shit. How did I not see it?”

“See what?”

He shakes his head, takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Nothing. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Feels like it is.”

“It’s not, I promise. It’s just—” He searches for words, but falls short. Shifting from the chair to the sofa, he carefully takes your hands. You’d forgotten how big and warm they were. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I can’t emphasise that enough. For real.”

Your fingers slot together, heat stirring from the touch and sight. His callouses; you’ve missed them.

“I had no intention of cutting things off, for what it’s worth,” he says.

“Chan wants you to?”

From his silence you can infer the rest.

“Really did miss you,” he eventually says. “I’m sorry things are so complicated.”

“It’s not complicated.”

“Yeah? You often get caught in the crossfire of rapper’s poly relationships?”

“Oh, constantly. It’s exhausting.” You trace the shape of his tense knuckles as he smiles. “I know how I feel about you. That’s not complicated.”

Changbin regards you softly. Squeezes your hand.

“You really missed me?” you ask.

He grins, sits back, pats his lap, and never has an invitation been so eagerly snatched. Sit on him? Fuck, yes. He holds your hands as you straddle him, thick thighs tensing when you press yourself to him, his hands seeking the curve of your spine.

He searches your face. “Want me to prove it?” he whispers.

You remove his snapback, run your hands through his thick, dark waves. Smooth your thumbs over his soft cheeks. Cup the shells of his warm ears. Pretty. So pretty.

“Yeah.” You press your lips to his. “I think I fucking do.”

The kiss is a relief, a budding, melty warmth that sweeps low. Changbin groans and you drive against the arousal that grows under you, thick and heavy. Hard. Something inside you snaps; you tear Changbin’s shirt off him, unbuckle his jeans to free him. Smooth in your palm. Throbbing. Your jaw aches and throat ripples with a wish to be abused—

“Want you in my mouth—”

Changbin curses; you slide from his lap to your knees and take him in, long and slow. He  makes such perfect, gravelly sounds as should be commemorated, apropos of the place. Hot on your tongue, he leaks as you work him, whispers sweet praises that catalogue neatly into your little black box, a Filofax of filth. He’s a vision like this, one that both other members of 3racha have had the pleasure of seeing.

Now it’s your turn.

So privileged to suck SpearB dry.

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