kris

synopsis: maybe you shouldn't have made a reckless bet with your competitive boyfriend chenle. because if there's anything that you know about him, it's that he'll always give you exactly what you asked for, and more.

warnings: (18+) smut, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, hair pulling, crying, overstimulation, hard dom!chenle, spanking, praise.

“i bet you’ll miss the shot,” you provoke him, bouncing the basketball across the court to chenle. he catches it, dribbling the ball behind the three-point line, feeling both insulted and amused that you’d even say such a thing. “oh yeah? and what are you betting?” 

you perch lazily at a nearby bleacher, thinking for a second, “whatever you want. if you win, i’ll let you do whatever you want with me, and if i win, vice versa.”

chenle’s about to take the shot when you decide to rile him more. “i know you’ve got a trainer and all, but you’re no nba player… i don't blame you if you can't” you smirk, gleaming in anticipation as his eyes narrow, competitive ego swelling in his chest. “you’re gonna regret that wager,” chenle huffs.

he shoots the ball, and you watch its perfect curve of descent towards the basketball hoop, rebounding off the sweet spot and through the net with a clean swish.

thump, thump, thump… the basketball settles into a roll, and chenle turns and smiles at you, curved lips and kitten whiskers innocent, but you can tell — those eyes are hungry.

shit.

and that’s how you ended up in chenle’s apartment, his grip on your waist tightening as you attempt to escape his grasp. "if you didn’t mean it, then maybe you shouldn't have bet on it,” he remarks wryly, voice dripping with irony and derision. 

“or maybe,” you interject, “it was just a silly suggestion. a joke,” you attempt to dismiss him, but it’s clear that chenle isn't going to let you off easy. his eyes are locked on his target, you, lifting you by the waist and dragging you into his bedroom. 

“regretting it already?” chenle sneers, forcing you stomach-first onto his bed, calloused fingers pressing down on the arch of your back. your stomach’s flush against the mattress, and you can’t help the pigment traveling up your face and neck in such a compromising position.

youre nervous, because zhong chenle is the most competitive man you’ve ever met. nothing satisfied him more than scoring the most points, winning the most matches, and getting the biggest reaction. especially from you. 

and this time, since you offered yourself so nicely, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't give you exactly what you asked for? 

“this is what you wanted,” his voice is rough, breath hot against your ear, sending tingles down your spine, “so take it.” you shudder at the sensation, biting your lip. your folds are already slicked with anticipation just from the lowness at your ear’s edge, pricking your sensitive skin.

chenle doesn't keep you waiting for long. his hands find purchase at your hips, and you sigh, face pressed against the pillow, his scent filling your lungs. you’re too caught up in adrenaline to notice that he’s already unbuckled of his belt, roughly shoving your panties aside, big angry cock head teasing your already soaked entrance. 

“already so fucking wet,” chenle murmurs, roughly pushing the tip inside. your legs tremble at the sudden intrusion, moans muffled by the pillow, warm insides squeezing him like a vice — so impossibly tight around him, like your pussy’s so innocent, and yet you’re recklessly making bets with your body as the prize. 

"lele," you whine when chenle ruts inside you impatiently. you already feel so good, even better if you’d take all of him. chenle grips your wrists behind your back, pounding into you mercilessly, unforgiving and determined to make you take every inch of him. “ah—f-fuck—" you moan pathetically, eyeballs rolling to the back of your head, and you swear you see stars… helpless,, drool staining the pillowcase.

the obstruction is too fast and too rough…he's too big, and you're too tight, but fuck—you feel so amazing around his cock, how could chenle ever stop?

the bed creaks with every violent slam of chenle’s hips, and his grip tightens around your wrists,, — it’ll no doubt leave a bruise after, but he’s too intoxicated by the scent of sex to care. “s-shit,” he curses, eyelids squeezed tight from the way your insides clamp around his cock, right where he wants you. the way your gummy walls pulse along his dick with every forceful thrust, so fucking perfect for him, perfect pretty lips chanting his name until your throat is hoarse.

“p-please…slow down..” you plead, tears pricking your eyes from the overstimulation,, you've never felt so good and so full. “‘s too much, lele—“ 

something snaps in chenle once he hears you beg, releasing his grip on your wrists. he grabs a fist of your hair, your shaking cries no longer muffled. it's filthy the way he continues violently plowing into you. “you take me so well,” he praises, breathless. the sounds of his balls slap lewdly against your ass. “can’t," chenle's hips drove into you, and broken moan spills from your lips, "fucking," chenle snaps forward again, causing your pussy to flutter around him, whining,"—get enough of you."

chenle knows you can’t take much more. your moans are loud, far too loud,, babbling nothing more than dumb, incoherent gibberish. you’re too sensitive, knuckles white against the sheets, legs folding messily around his. you unconsciously press your legs together because 's really too much,, but chenle can't have that,, wedging his knee between your thighs — he needs you to feel him. all of him. he hisses, punishing you with a harsh slap on the ass, chuckling darkly,, movement unrelenting,, “isn't this what you wanted?”

chenle's free hand travels downwards, fingers circling your clit at an inhuman pace, and you let out a strangled moan,, insides gushing uncontrollably. your world's spinning, already overstimulated and sore, the shameless sounds of his skin colliding with your damp cunt getting louder,,, so embarrassing…., your flesh clenches against his length as his thrusts become harsher, more urgent, purposeful,, hitting that sensitive spot that makes your eyes white. his crude fingers rub furiously against your cunt,, “sound so fucking pretty on my cock." you sigh at his praise, feeling dizzy as the coil in your stomach rushes through your blood, paralyzing you in wicked pleasure.

“l-lele…" your mouth hangs open, limbs languid. "i-i’m gonna c-cum..!!“ you warn, before your orgasm washes over you through a high-pitched moan, legs trembling as your now puffy pussy throbs, body squirming beneath him, release dripping down your inner thighs. and he’s right there with you, letting out a guttural groan, breath hitching when his cock twitches, emptying his balls deep inside of you.

chenle doesn’t pull out at first, your bodies stilling. the room falls into silence besides your shared panting, and you’re spent, sensitive opening trembling around his softening cock. his thick seed buried deep inside you. hot.

finally, he releases his grip on your hair, and you drop, hair strewn messily across the sheets. chenle pulls out, eyes dark with pride as he watches the mix of your releases overflowing from your abused cunt. he lazily brushes your hair out of your face, admiring his work: the sweat glistening on your body, your exhausted breathing, the tears staining your cheeks,, your eyes unfocused and hazy, fucked so utterly stupid because of him.

“next time, don’t make promises you can’t keep."