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𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

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「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.

fst marathon event~ next chapter in 24 hrs. drop a reblog and comment, show your support and i'll keep the content coming as quick as spearb did this chapter 💦 x

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

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