𝐀 𝐖𝐞(𝐞𝐚)𝐞𝐤’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 𝐄𝐩 𝟗 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
GENRE Smut, a touch of angst if you squint real hard lol
MENTION OF edging (no actual scene tho) hair pulling, sub!chenle, oral (fem receiving), face fucking, squirting, dom!reader, dick gripping, slight overstimulation, reader has two orgasms
A/N: just me writing @ 3am again. No biggie 🤭 also I haven’t written for chenle in a while. Feedback is appreciated! Remember to be kind tho :/ thanks always for the love in my absence 💚💚💚
Chenle wasn’t sure how much he could take before he had to get on his knees and practically beg you to fuck him. It’s been a nonstop thing all week long of you riling him up, getting him so close to edge just to leave him high and dry. Hard and trembling with need to come.
Borderline blue-balling him And it didn’t help that you were skipping around his place in just your underwear and a shirt of his that hiked up your ass every time you bent over. Obviously on purpose.
There weren’t enough cool showers he could take to keep his erections down and jerking off was basically pointless. He could never make himself feel as good as you do and he knows you knows this, reason why you never barged in on his little “shower sessions,” not even when he was moaning your name on the other side.
He didn’t know if it were a game or not but accepted his defeat long ago and you noticed how much more sulkier he has become. Going to little to no answers. You can’t help but wonder if you went too far. You only wanted to see how far he could go before he was groveling at your feet but now he just shrugs off you advances. Despite having the most painful boners, his back turn towards you and tries to get some sleep. Eventually it had to go away.
That next morning he wakes up alone and to the smell of something cooking. His stomach almost immediately growls, reminding him how he hadn’t eaten last night. Chenle kicks backs the covers, dragging his tired limbs out of bed and to kitchen where he finds you over the stove, again just in his shirt and underwear.
“Since when do you cook?” His voice croaks and coughs to clear his throat. You stay turned away from him, stirring in whatever you had in the pot in front of you.
“Since someone decided to skip dinner last night.” Looking over your shoulder directly at him, “Don’t ever do that again.” You sounded angry which made him uneasy, looking down to avoid your gaze while playing with the cuffs of his hoodie. ‘Sorry, wasn’t hungry.’
Liar. But you let it go for now and went on to plate his food, setting it down before him. Snapping your fingers and pointing for him to sit. Chenle does but waits for you join him to before digging in.
Not a single word was exchanged between you. Not even a glance. The hell was he even supposed to say? Clearly you were pissed but he couldn’t decipher whether if it was because he went to bed hungry or was it something else? He was too scared to ask. Afraid of having a possible argument and tries shutting up his mind on finding a conclusion and continued to eat.
He offered to wash the dishes, feeling bad if he left you to do them after you cooked for him. Still you haven’t said a word. Kind of surprised you didn’t since knowing how much he hated doing dishes. He’s drawn to the conclusion that it wasn’t about him skipping dinner last night. It was definitely something else. But what?
He hasn’t joked with you in the last few days. Couldn’t have been something he said. He remembers to put the toilet lid down every time he goes. So what could it possibly—
“Oh.” The boy nearly hollers when he’s abruptly snatched from his train of thoughts, realizing you somehow had gotten behind him and your hand shoved down his boxers, gripping his dick.
“So this is why you’re ignoring me? Done got used to not having your dick wet you think you don’t need me anymore?” Squeezing tighter, he only wails and grips the edge of the sink. Water still running and soap on his hands.
Don’t need you anymore? Of course he needs you. Needs so fucking bad that he thinks he will actually explode. He needed your touch so much. To feel your lips all over him but most importantly, he needs to be inside of you. So deep that he could see himself protrude in your tummy. Need to hear you tell him he was fucking you too good, how nice and full he made you.
“Please, please, please.” He hisses through closed teeth, already sounding needy when you literally had his cock in a chocking grip.
“Why? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just let you run off to the shower to fix yourself?”
Because I don’t wanna fix myself! Is what he wanted to say. Those words being right on the tip of his tongue but morphed into chants as your grip had gotten any more possibly tighter when he was taking too long to respond.
“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. WHATEVER YOU WANT, I SWEAR I’LL DO IT.” He babbles like a fool, standing on his tippies as if that were gonna help with the pain. You cut him some release, loosening your grip at his outburst. Taking your finger under his chin so he’s looking you directly in the eye.
“Whatever I want huh?” And he nods frantically, shaking some hair in his eyes.
He loses his breath when you in one move let go of his cock and pushed him down on his knees. The impact stung but he was able to put that on the back burner when you saw your bare pussy come into view.
Wait— so you weren’t wearing underwear—
Chenle gasps as you draw his face near you by his hair. His breath fanning against you, making you aching in need. These last few days has been as much torture for you as it were for him but thankfully you had him right where you wanted him.
Chenle instantly does and hums the second your juices were dancing on his tongue. You were so wet, some of it getting on his face as he lapped it all up best as he could.
Keeping your hand in his hair, you steer his head deeper into your cunt. His nose nestled right against your clit as you held him still, fucking yourself on his face.
“Just like that. Only your tongue.” You then moan loudly and reach for the counter beside you to hold yourself up.
Chenle felt his jaw beginning to ache the more pressure you put down on him as well as his scalp burning from the gripping. His brain too was screaming for oxygen. Just a little more. He chants to himself, squeezing your thighs to hold on but that didn’t stop the little white dots from spotting in his vision.
Right then you were coming. The pleasure had became so much that you squirted all over his face, it dripping down his chin as well as the side of your legs. Chenle took big gulps of air and swallowed a bit that landed in his mouth.
He looked a mess; face wet and a very obvious bulge protruding through his boxers.
“Couch.” Was all you said before Chenle was collecting himself off the ground and scurried off to the living room, dragging you with him.
The second his back met the plush surface, you were climbing on top of him and rid him of his boxers. His cock sprung out and smacked against his tummy. The tip already leaking with precum and colored an angry shade of red.
Without warning, you sink down on his length, punching a moan out the both of you. He seemed to have forgotten tight you were in a matter of days. Your walls sucked him in like a vacuum while he stretched you out nicely. Raising your hips till all was left was his tip before sinking back down on him. A repetitive movement you did a couple more times before finding your rhythm.
Chenle was beyond cloud nine. Getting lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him like a glove. So warm. So wet from your previous orgasm. It created a nice slip, making it easy for you to bounce on top of him. This is all he wanted all week long. How could ever you accuse him of not needing you? He needed you always like the very breath he breathed. And whatever your reason may had been for causing him boner-filled nights, hopefully it was all over.
“I’m so close.” He whines in your ear, gripping the back of your shirt like if you were gonna slip right through his fingers and holds you close to his body.
“Please let me come. Let me fill you up.”
Nodding, giving him the go, “Come for me baby.”
Chenle releases inside of you, his body completely stiffens under you just from how intense his orgasm was while you milked him of every drop.
You still had to finish. Sitting up, your hips rocked increasingly faster and caused Chenle to wail. Hands trying to push you off top of him,
“T-too muc-ch.” But you held him down with your weight, determined to come a second time. Your hand shoots down between your bodies, contacting with your clit. Just the edge you needed to come undone, spasming around his spent cock.
You both take a minute to regain your breath, chests raising and falling together until they were steady. Listening to each other’s still breathing. It wasn’t tense like it was earlier and for the first time in what felt like a month, he was actually lying with you and not against you. He missed this so damn much.
Before he allowed himself to slip in a doze, he always joke that your pussy puts him out, but he feels you sit up. One arm propped on his chest to hold you up.
“What’s the real reason why you were ignoring me ?” You just had to know. Drawing a line of confusion between his brows.
“Why do you think I was ignoring you?” Head tilting in curiosity and earns a shrug from you.
“I don’t know. You just seemed to push me away whenever I got close.”
He stared back at you like you had just said the dumbest thing, which you quite literally did because ain’t no way you were oblivious to everything you had been doing to him.
“You’re really gonna sit here and pretend like you didn’t just blue ball me all week long?”
Chenle was no fool. The second he saw you trying to cover a smirk, he called you out and smacked your butt but you just continue to laugh at him, amused by the whole thing. He knew you toying with him this whole time.
“Why would you do that?! Do you know the pain you caused?”
Wiping away your last tear, he’s glad you think this was funny.
“Sorry Lele. Just wanted to see how long you would last. I didn’t expect you to get so sulky and start ignoring me.”
Chenle scoffs, feigning offense.
“I was not sulking.” He defended but now you were the one staring back at him.
“Chenle… you’re literally wearing a hoodie that says I hate people. You were sulky.”
