#dom!chenle

You bit down on his shoulder and he whined into your ear, making your mind go haywire. You kept grinding in hard and slow circles on his lap. His dick was painfully hard and leaking precum inside his boxers as he continued moaning in your neck. He has never held back his sounds even when in control, and you loved that so much about him. His hands dropped to your thighs, grabbing as much as he could and kneading tightly. His grip only got stronger and you felt his cock twitch. He was about to cum in his sweatpants and he didn't seem to mind it at all so you continued. His whines got more lewd as if it was possible. “I'm so c-close. Don't st-stop y/n” he mewled and you made it your mission. “Aah..ah…nngh,” with one very focused excruciating roll of your hips and your teeth sunk on his ear lobe, he came hard in his boxers. His whole body spasmed as you rode him through his high and his nails made little red crescents on the side of your thighs. It hurt but he knew you wouldn't mind it. Not when you made him feel so good. You didn’t stop rolling your hips though, he quickly pulled his face up in panic from where it was nuzzled in your chest. He looked so fucked out, hair messed up where you pulled at it. A little cross-eyed, eyebrows knitted together due to the pain of overstimulation. He was panting hard. So you kissed him, swallowing all his beautiful whimpers. “Y/n stop- too- mch!” He pleaded in between the kisses as best as he could. So you did. Abruptly. You halted all your movements. Pulling back completely. You almost got up and left him there like that. But a hand, held your wrist a little too firmly. And you fell back onto his lap. 

“I- what are you doing?” you asked, breathless. 

“What were you doing, leaving just like that?” He asked in return. 

“You came and told me to stop so I did,” you shrugged, rolling your eyes as you tried to pull your wrist out of his grip so you could leave and clean up. 

He chuckled like a kid as if you were doing the most innocent things and the weird contrast made you clench around nothing. He looked into your eyes with his usual cheshire grin, grazing down to where your crotches met and then to his hand that held your wrist, tighter than needed. He pinned the said wrist to your back and manhandled you into you lying face down on the cushion to his side and your ass up in his lap. You felt panic, the kind of panic when you lose control over a situation. 

“You came and told me to stop so I did”, he mimicked you, mocked you. “Obeying what I said as if you weren't in control at all baby” he dragged his words out in his usual cute whiny tone which you hated but loved so much. Sometimes it was so pure and childlike that it made you wanna coo at him but at times like this, it was so malicious, it turned you on. A quick smack to your clothed pussy jolted you out of your thoughts and your hole clenched around nothing again. Chenle chuckled as if he knew, he probably did, and adjusted himself at your back so that he was facing your ass now. His right hand was still pinning your wrist too tightly at your back. “You're so wet for me baby”, he mused, mouth dangerously close to where you needed it the most. His left hand played with your wetness over your shorts, four fingers just pressing hard on your folds and circling and smearing the wetness around. “You always are, dripping everywhere, and wearing nothing under is the best decision you ever made y/n”. You sobbed a moan at his words and actions, biting onto the cushion underneath you. 

“Shh baby shh, I got you…”, he softly trailed off, you practically melted in relief. But he pulled back and took your other hand from where it was clenching too tight onto the cushion and pinned it back next to your wrist under his right hand, equally tight. He then pushed your lower back even lower, arching your ass more into his face as if it was possible. “...right where I want to”. The smirk was so evident in his tone and next to your folds as he practically dived into your still-clothed pussy. It pissed you off but you finally felt so good that you didn’t hold back your moans anymore. 

This is how it usually went. You guys were never vanilla even if you tried so hard. Both of you got off of power, literally. Bickering and bantering through words and power shifts all the time. Both, were so competitive when it came to this, never giving up until one of you got too tired. It was always like proving a point to each other, more to yourself, it was so childish, it was so hot, and it got you off. You loved it so much, loved Chenle so much and it never got boring. 

Chenle groaning and whining louder than you while eating you out, pulled you out of your thoughts again. He never seemed to shut the fuck up and you never seemed to get enough of it. It made you arch your back even further, grinding your ass into his face as best as you can under his grip.

“What is it? What do you want, pretty girl?” he asked, briefly pulling back only to dive back in as if he couldn't get enough of you. 

“M-more Lele, I want more” you begged, voice muffled in the cushion, to give him the upper hand. You hated giving up your act more than Chenle and he loved breaking you apart to do just that. You sometimes did it just to make him think he was in control, like right now. 

“Aww, what do you mean more? Hmm? Weren't you the one who didn't want to take off the clothes, baby girl?” That same annoying tone, He was never sweet with the names.

“Don't try to fool me. We have been fucking for so long now. Do you think I am still dumb enough to be tricked, slut? Gonna ruin you until you're chanting my name, hm?” He moved your shorts to the side and shoved his tongue inside your hole in one go. You screeched, your knees giving up as your thighs automatically spread wider for him. He pulled out and licked a trained stripe from your clit to your asshole which almost made you unfold right then and there. This is where you methodically lose it each time. Against his words, against his mouth and his tongue. He was always annoyingly good at it. You tried to hold back as best as you could while he fucked his tongue into you, free hand circling your clit, his nose prodding at your asshole. As if this wasn't too much, he withdrew briefly to bite your inner thigh. It sent shockwaves through your core, you were so fucking close but you still tried to hold back. You can't let him win. You wanted to ride his face and feel that gorgeous nose of his rubbing your clit instead. 

His tongue was circling your clit now and maybe you didn't realize it in the haze of it but you were indeed chanting his name loud, right cheek squished into the cushion. Your orgasm came so violently that you shuddered but you didn't allow him the satisfaction of helping you through its high. You got up and turned towards him to meet his eyes. Confusion was evident in the dark depth. You kissed him all tongue and teeth, tasting yourself. You pushed him down with a firm hand at his chest and straddled his face. He only got the time to gasp out a little woah which got muffled into a whimper as you fully sat and ground on his face to ride out whatever high was left from your previous orgasm.

“F-uck Chenle,” you hissed as you looked down at him, finally feeling the bridge of his nose on your clit and his beautiful lips suckling at your hole. His eyes fluttered open, looking a little pathetic and desperate. You loved it. His forearms folded around your thighs, gripping hard and opening you wider for him and pushing you lower on his tongue. You cried out his name as you continued grinding your hips. “Lele, you're so pretty like this baby. Doing everything for mommy like a good boy,” you cooed as you reached your hands at your back for his cock which was already half hard. He closed his eyes and let out a guttural moan just to make a point when you started playing with his dick. Your hands began to strain with the awkward positioning so you circled your hips to feel his nose one last time on your clit and then you switched directions, now seeing his dick fully hard straining against his pants. Just as you freed his dick from his boxers, he shoved your shorts once again to the side and aimed directly for your entrance, making you lose your balance and almost planting your face in his crotch. He snickered under you and you shut him up by sitting fully on his face once again. You hoped that you didn't break his neck. You took his red tip in your hold and smeared all the precum around. The cum from earlier was drying across his whole length which was gross and hot. You used it as a lube and jerked him off with slow but tight strokes from the base and back to the tip. You added your other hand, one massaging his balls and the other stroking his length. When you reached the tip, you kept circling it.

All his moans were getting swallowed by your pussy, each vibration bringing you closer. He tried his best to keep his hips attached to the couch but when you dug your nail into his slit, he couldn't hold back and you had to press your palm on his hip bone to keep him in place while your thighs gave up on you. He slithered his hands towards your boobs from underneath your shirt and pulled you away from his torso as you threw your head back. He firmly pinched your nipples and you came on his tongue and all over his face. You tried to move away from his face so that you did not end up choking him for real. But he pulled you back down as your thighs clenched around his face and you toppled over him due to the intensity of your orgasm. He lapped up all your juices and held his tongue to your hole feeling you clench around nothing. The pressure building up in him rushed down to the pit of his stomach and he came all over his belly, dick stupidly squirting the hot white liquid.

Some of it also landed on your face which made you giggle. You lent him a hand to milk him dry through his high. You didn’t stop until it got too much and he had to physically push you off of his face and body, sending you both into a fit of laughter. You shuffled until you were face to face with him. Tiredness was evident on both of your faces but you reflected the sparkle in each other’s eyes. He pulled your face down and kissed you like he meant it. Like he meant that you're everything for him. He always kisses you like that. The little pecks and when he is shoving his tongue down your throat as well. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue; it was a little gross but it was a little too beautiful. He was a little too beautiful. You smiled amidst the kiss and cupped his face. You caressed the mole on his cheek and he nuzzled into your palm, pressing a chaste kiss there. “You're so good for me, Lele”, you mumbled a kiss at the corner of his lips. He took your hand in his and peppered little kisses from your wrist where a bruise could be seen forming, to the tip of your fingers. He closed his eyes, held his lips on your fingers, and whispered “Always for you”. The advertisement break on the TV channel could be heard and the rice cooker made a little ding in the kitchen of your shared apartment. You both lay there, pressing your foreheads against each other, completely spent on a lazy Sunday afternoon….or was it evening already…