her? ⇢ chensung ✔

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the older relished in the feeling as jisung left marks on him, claiming him as his. a moan escaped chenle's blood red lips, shamelessly wanting for more. strong arms wrapped around his waist and threw him harshly on to the bed, jisung hovering on top of him, smirking as he did.

"well, bitch, i thought you would give me more reaction," jisung said cheekily, teasing chenle who was still in his pleasure-riddled trance. "i'm not going to touch you if you don't beg for me, fucking whore."

(a/n: stop that's greasy man, take responsiblity-)

chenle opened his eyes as he felt just air brushing over him, while his facial features drooped to a slight frown. he gently brought an arm up, his fingers curling over one of jisung's bony hands as he guided him to his throat, virtually choking him.

"ugh...i need you to fuck me, pound me so hard, that i need the whole neighbourhood to know that i'm just yours...fuck me please...punish me for what i did...daddy..."

jisung swore his brain short-circuited for a moment when he heard those words slur out of chenle's mouth. almost immediately, he brought himself out of his trance as he realized he could do absolutely anything to chenle— pin him on the bed and overstimulate him, whip and slap him how much ever he pleased, literally anything.

an inevitable smirk appeared on his facial features as he looked innocently at chenle, mischief glinting in his eyes. "well...if that's the case..."

jisung trailed off as he practically ripped off chenle's clothes, and much to his surprise, he wasn't just the only one who had stuff planned for this night. he looked in awe at chenle's body— fishnet stockings adorning his thighs, a lacy strapless black bra and matching thongs— practically fuelling whatever energy inside of him.

"you dressed up so well for daddy, hmm?" jisung raised an eyebrow at him, almost gawking at his boyfriend's hidden beauty as he quickly pressed his lips to his. "my good little girl."

chenle's eyes went wide as the sudden nickname given to him, nevertheless it formed butterflies in his stomach. jisung, on the other hand, seized the window of time when chenle was stunned, and tied his hands up above his head.

before chenle could squirm in his grasp, jisung used one of his arms to pin both of his hands at once, which was easy enough considering how strong he was compared to chenle. he slipped his other hand beneath his body and unclipped the fabric, slowly removing it off his contrastingly pale body.

jisung's lips connected to chenle's, basically muffling his gasps and moans as his hands travelled downwards, removing his thongs skilfully. the older almost mewled at the sudden feeling of being exposed, the maknae's hands grabbing his thighs and forcing them apart. he broke the kiss to see chenle in all his glory— almost completely bare, gasping for air, his skin peppered with marks— absolutely stunning in jisung's eyes.

"that's not fair...i'm completely bare and you're still on your clothes..." chenle pouted, his bratty attitude slowly coming outwards. and jisung was not liking that at all.

jisung grabbed a handful of chenle's hair and yanked him towards his face, startling him. his voice dropped an octave like how he threatens anyone who causes trouble for him. "use your words properly, bitch. or else i won't allow you to cum tonight."

"y-yes...daddy..." chenle backed off, his voice plummeting to a whisper. jisung kept him down as he menacingly looked at him, ready to have the time of his life.

jisung's clothes were thrown into an increasing pile on the corner of the room, revealing his really muscular body, his abs in full display towards the older. he slipped out his sweatpants as he was just left in his boxers, making chenle hitch his breath.