Mae does not exist. But aliens do.

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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