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Jaemin ran after Jeno, a desperate look written all over his face. He reached his hand out and grabbed Jenos shoulder firmly, pulling it slightly backwards making him turn around and face him. A sharp pang rang throughout Jaemins chest, he could see the discontent Jeno was holding, but he couldn’t help but want to try. Try and give them one last shot.
“Please!” Jaemins voice broke, wheezing as the air inside him was coming to a halt, “I just— just don’t understand why… why can’t you give me a chance?”
Jeno furrowed his eyebrows, pity oozing, “I told you Jaemin that I only see you as a friend. I shouldn’t have to give you a reason—.”
“I need a reason!” He pleaded, “I need a reason so I can find a way to get over this because I truly thought.. we had something .”
“I’m failing to see when you felt that we had a mutual romantic connection.”
That phrase came off colder than expected, and Jeno was ready to apologize. However, this is how he felt and Jaemin was begging him to be openly honest. Maybe not in this way, but it should be able to clear any thoughts running through his head. Although this made Jeno think back to everything he and Jaemin did together.
No matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn’t think of anything he did that was misleading. They never kissed, had sex, never touched each other inappropriately, Jeno never looked at him lovingly. Everything that might’ve happened was one-sided, all the little romantic hints came from Jaemin and Jaemin only.
Jeno sucked in a harsh breath and grabbed Jaemins wrist, forcing him to look up, “I really wasn’t ready to tell anybody, but I can see how much this means to you. So the reason why I can’t accept your confession is because I’m in love with someone else.”
Jaemin scoffed, “Really? Are you saying this to get rid of me?”
“I would never lie about something as deep as my feelings.” Jeno quickly shut down, “Jaemin, I think you’re a really good guy, overwhelmingly attractive too, but I can’t ever see myself being with you. How can I prove that to you?”
“Kiss me?”
This was his last act of love, he thought maybe if they kissed Jeno would realize how compatible they were. Yet, when he felt Jeno grab his face and lean in, he could feel a cold huff of breath against his lips instead of a warm one. He simply placed his lips against Jaemins and this was supposed to induce sparks, but it didn’t. Jeno was so right, he was in love with someone else, and Jaemin could feel it entirely.
It didn’t disdain the fact that he tried, he tried to kiss Jeno with grazing passion and intimacy. Running his fingers through his hair as the other hand pulled him in closer by the waist. Jeno felt so stiff in his hold, reluctantly following along and it just didn’t feel good at all. This had to be the worst kiss Jaemin ever experienced. Maybe because it was hurting his heart so much, he really does love Jeno or so he thought.
They pulled away from each other and Jeno stepped back, “Did this confirm things?” he asked, trying his best to hold back a grimace.
Jaemin held his head down, staring at the concrete ground, fists clenched by his side, “Who do you love?”
Jeno pursed his lips and let out a sigh, “Chenle.”
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It had been a few months since Jaemin was one-sidedly dumped. Every time he thinks of how shamefully hopeless he was he winces. Nobody should have to plead that hard or force a relationship to work. That’s what happens when delusions carry you through life.
That being said, Jaemin was still close friends with Jeno. It took a while for things to settle back to normal, but they eventually did. Jeno began to seek out Chenle and although they’ve been talking a lot they still have yet to reach the dating stage. Which is absolutely shocking to Jaemin because how can anyone resist Jeno.
He had the most perfect smile, his eyes crinkling up into moon crescents in an instant. His body was otherworldly fit, muscles flexing with every slight movement and his chest straining against his tight compressed tops. He was super funny, always knew how to make people laugh and always so kind to everyone.
Jeno had so much affection in him and knew how to distribute it properly and make people comfortable. He was so naive, just an absolute sweetheart who gave his services whenever he was needed. Indeed the idol of all puppy-boy men in the world. So how could Chenle resist that whole package named Jeno? Jaemin got angry just thinking about it.
He thought he prepared himself mentally to see this unfold in front of him, but now that he was in the situation itself, he was abnormally irritated by the gods.
They were all sitting in Jenos apartment, surrounding a table filled with snacks and drinks. A little get together since they all realized they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Jaemin was sitting next to Jeno and then it was Chenle, Jisung, Renjun, Donghyuck and Mark. A perfect seating if it weren’t for the clear view of Jeno flirting with Chenle.
He was constantly feeding him food and tucking Chenle’s hair behind his ear. Jeno would grab onto his arm and lay his hand on his thigh, tracing circles up and down. Of course Chenle being the annoying person he was, moved away from all of the advances. Giggling it off and averting his attention to the rest of his friends.
Jaemin glared, how could Chenle make Jeno feel this way? He could see the evident disappointment on his face, Jeno deserved someone who could give him all the attention he needed. Someone like Jaemin, not an audience pleaser like Chenle.
“I’m gonna go to the restroom,” Jeno announced, his gaze stuck on Chenle, “want to keep me company?”
Chenle smiled softly and nodded, getting up and following Jeno out of the living room and down the hall. Jaemin zoned in on the two of them, trying to see if anything was going to happen, but he could only observe until they turned a corner. He let out a groan and grabbed his can of beer on the table, chugging a good amount.
“Ten bucks that they are gonna fuck in the bathroom.” Donghyuck offered, placing money on the table.
“Twenty bucks that they won’t,” Renjun joined, sliding his money next to Donghyuck’s.
“Oho~ confident are we?” Donghyuck smirked.
“I know Chenle, he doesn’t do that with just anyone. Especially not in a bathroom.”
“You never know, they seemed to be all up on each other tonight.” Jisung shrugged, slyly placing another $10 on top of Donghyuck’s.
“Nah, I’m with Renjun, there’s no way. Jeno and Chenle are too shy to initiate anything.” Mark placed money on Renjuns pile.
Everyone broke out into debate and Jaemin was stuck looking down the hall. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were actually doing something. If Jeno was currently making out with Chenle or if they were already on stage two, touching each other's dicks.
Jaemin tugged on his bottom lip and was unconsciously crinkling the can in his hand. He felt weirdly anxious, he was so curious. So curious that he didn’t realize that everyone went silent, staring at him for an added opinion.
“So, what do you think, Jaemin?” Donghyuck grinned.
Clearly not entertained, Jaemin rolled his eyes, “They aren’t going to fuck Donghyuck. Jeno is too respectful to do that so soon.”
“What makes you think that? Maybe there’s a side to him that we don’t know about. Also…” Donghyuck chuckled, covering his mouth, “they've been in that bathroom for quite a while now.”
Jaemin clicked his tongue, “You’re ridiculous.”
“Then why don’t you go check?” Jisung piped in
“Why me?”
“You didn’t put any money down, all's fair in betting.” Mark called out.
Jaemin would be lying if he said he didn’t want to check in the first place, but a part of him wants to just stay forever curious. But this little “bet” motivated him to go see what was happening, he was just hoping that it wouldn't confirm any spoken suspicions.
He got up and slyly walked away, getting closer and closer to the dim light peeking through a cracked open door. Jaemin could hear mumbling and when he finally got to the door he could see Chenle pinned against the sink, Jeno hovering over him.
Jenos body was pressed up against Chenle and Chenle's hands were pushing at his chest. Jaemin could even see the way Jeno had his knee propped between his legs, forcing them to stay open. They were in such a provocative position, Jaemin was sure that something would happen anytime soon.
“Jeno stop.. we can’t do this.” Chenle whispered, moving his head back as their faces were too close.
“Why not? You know how I feel about you.” Jeno whined, hands moving to grip Chenle’s waist, “I’m sad that you keep pushing me away, why do you keep on doing that?”
“Because we are still friends, Jeno. I told you I want to take things slow, I’m giving you a chance but you keep trying to rush this.”
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t hold myself back. I really like you Chenle.”
Jeno leaned in, trying to kiss Chenle’s lips, but failed as he turned his head to the side. So he just settled for the next thing, placing his lips onto Chenle’s pale neck. Kissing it starting from under his jaw all the way to his exposed collarbone. Chenle’s hands were gripping his shoulders roughly, crinkling up Jenos white shirt.
“Jeno…” Chenle sighed, “Please.”
That was enough for Jeno to give up. He laid his forehead on the crook of Chenles neck and hugged him tightly, defeated from the rejection of his advance, “Sorry” he muttered.
Jaemin stood there frozen, he couldn’t believe what he just saw. He wasn’t sure whether he should be jealous that Chenle was getting that kind of attention, irritated that Chenle was refusing him, or confused with how forward Jeno was. It was more shocking to know that Chenle wasn’t exactly all that interested in Jeno.
He shook his head and snapped himself back to reality. Jaemin knocked on the bathroom door and pushed it open, watching Chenle push Jeno off of him. Face blooming a bright red, his hand scratching the back of his head, eyes darting all around the room.
“Jaemin!” He perked, “Did you need to use the bathroom? I’m sorry we’ve been hogging it.”
“No… I was just checking up on you guys. You’ve been gone for a while.”
“Oh! Right, I’m so sorry. We just had to talk about some things. We’ll come back in a few, thanks for checking.” Chenle smiled brightly.
Jaemin frowned, it was irking him that Chenle was undeniably pretty. His eyes are so inviting, his nose and cheeks were naturally blushed over with pink, his lips were so plump and notably kissable and even his black hair fell perfectly on him. It was only natural that Jeno would like someone like that.
“Yeah.” Jaemin coldly responded, “Yeah okay, just hurry.”
“No problem.” Chenle’s voice choked, a strained look on his face overtaking his kind expression.
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It’s been a week since the incident of Jaemin walking into Jeno and Chenle. Ever since, Chenle and Jeno had been awkwardly distant and Jaemin couldn’t help but feel like he played a part in it. Actually, he knew he did because of how weird Jeno had been acting towards him lately. Everytime they talked, Jeno would find a way to dismiss himself from the conversation.
Jaemin kept wondering what he did wrong. Was he too mean to Chenle? Was Jeno pissed that he interrupted their little moment? He hated the feeling of Jeno being mad at him, it made him worry about things that weren’t necessary. It was stupid how he let him still control his every emotion, even when he shut him down so bluntly.
So here he was, sitting at a cafe, stirring in his one packet of sugar in his coffee. Overthinking everything like he had always done in life. Today he was building up his courage to confront Jeno, maybe get something out of him. Jaemin was so straightforward and he loved hearing reasons for people’s feelings. Otherwise, they were useless to him.
Throughout this whole week he managed to not see Chenle, which was a positive but also a negative. Positive because, well, Jaemin didn’t like him at all. Negative because that meant Jeno was in a shitty mood every single day. Of course all good things, or whatever he could call this, come to an end.
The bells attached to the glass door of the cafe rang, the light twinkling sound not stopping until the door closed completely. Jaemin looked up and he saw Chenle, his hood covering most of his face, but Jaemin knew those lips anywhere. When he got to the counter he took off that very hood, he was always so polite when greeting others.
And when he finished placing his order he turned around and sat in one of those small one person tables against the white brick walls. When Jaemin saw his face, he let out a quiet audible gasp, Chenle looked like he hadn’t had sleep in days.
His eyes were a bit red and his eyebags were dark. It looked as if he tried to cover it with concealer, but you could still see the slight discoloration underneath. Chenle always had a natural blush, but today his face had splotchy red patches, as if he had just got done crying. His hair was all messy, some pieces sticking up, refusing to go down everytime he smoothed his hand over it.
He was a mess, and maybe if Jaemin didn’t hate him as much as he did, he would feel bad. He didn’t though, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Jaemin ignored the feeling of his chest tightening and his heart dropping. He wanted to stop staring at Chenle, but he couldn’t. It was rare to see someone like him look so.. bad in a lack of better words.
“Chenle!”
Jaemin flinched at the call of his name and his eyes darted around. His hand hesitated a bit before covering his face and settled on looking out the window he was sitting at. He hoped this was enough for Chenle not to notice him. Even if he did, he probably wouldn’t approach him with the condition he’s in—
“Jaemin,” Chenle’s voice resonated through his ears, making him turn around, “it’s nice seeing you here. I never knew you came to Moonie’s.”
He never meant to think rudely, but Chenle looked worse up close. Maybe it was because you could see the slight tremble in his hands and the way his smile looked absolutely destroyed.
“Yeah, I decided to try something new today.” Jaemin muttered, trying to get rid of Chenle.
“Uhm nice,” Chenle fidgeted, “want some company perhaps?”
No. The last thing Jaemin wanted was to sit alone with Chenle. He thought he made it clear that he had no desire to be friends with him let alone talk to him. And if he didn’t, the look on his face was enough to make things get through Chenle’s thick skull.
“Sorry.. I just,” the corner of his lips twitched downwards with every word, “I just thought maybe— uhm,” Chenle’s voice shook, “you know what, never mind, that’s okay. I’m sorry for bothering you.”
That shouldn’t have made Jaemins heart hurt, but it did anyways. It’s okay to take pity on the person he hated once and a while, “Sit.” he said.
Chenle’s eyes widened, “What?”. Jaemin sent a glare and Chenle quickly grabbed the seat across from him and sat down, placing his drink on the table.
“So, how have you been?” Chenle attempted to chat.
“Good.”
“Oh ok… uhm you’ve been feeling good? That’s nice.”
“How about you? You look like shit.” Jaemin commented, eyes stuck on the table.
Chenle tensed up and it felt as if the whole atmosphere went quiet. He was obviously taken by surprise, mouth slightly agape and fingers playing with the hem of his sleeves. You could see the distress playing out, and the way his face contorted into so many different emotions in seconds.
“Really? Yeah, I just have a slight cold. You know, the weather is getting colder these days haha..”
“If you have a cold maybe you shouldn’t be out and about. I kinda don’t wanna get sick, and I’m sure everyone feels the same way. It’s a disturbance.”
“Well I—,” Chenle bit his bottom lip and blinked repeatedly before asking, “Do you hate me?”
“You catch on—.”
“Because everytime I’m near you, you have this dirty look on your face. Like you despise me with your whole being or something. I don’t know what I did to you, but I’m trying so hard to understand and— and to be nice to you.” Chenle ranted, tears building up, “I don’t know why, but… I really want you to like me.”
“Why me?”
“I don’t know!” Chenle yelled, eyes from workers and customers staring at them, “I just— forget it.”
Chenle hurried to grab all of his things, dropping some in the process. He threw his hood over his head and gave one more look to Jaemin before running off, pushing the cafe door with more strength than needed. Jaemin was on the edge of his seat, nails digging into the chair.
He was confused, so so confused. And maybe that confusion was the thing that made him stand up and run after Chenle. He felt the metal bar on the door hit his arm hard, probably leaving an ugly bruise, but all that was in his mind was Chenle. How dare he leave that like that? Yelling at his face and borderline crying. Disrespectful, so disrespectful.
“Chenle!”
He ignored him, just kept walking, another disrespectful thing. Jaemin grabbed his wrist, forcefully turning him around. It gave him access to his other wrist and he held both of them hard, enough to probably leave marks. Chenle had tears now running down his cheeks, his teeth gritting and sobs escaping silently.
“I’m so— sorry please Im sorry— I’m sorry I’m sor —.” Chenle cried until he was shut up.
Jaemin had his lips against his, Jaemin. Why? Chenle couldn’t really find a reason at the moment. He just let himself relax, the tension in his shoulders soothed and he tried to stop the endless sobs. Chenle kept on sniffling, eyes shut closed, lips pathetically attempting to match Jaemins pace.
His wrists were let go and it wasn’t long till Jaemin grabbed his face, one of his hands grabbing his hair and pressing him further into the kiss. Chenle took in a sharp inhale, one that fanned against Jaemin. Which only made him want to deepen this weirdly unbreakable moment.
He tilted Chenles head to the side and slipped his tongue between those stupidly kissable lips. He could hear the whiny gasp that was let out and he hated how he reacted to it. Jaemin caressed Chenle’s cheek and massaged his hair, his touch was so soft. It was most likely the reason why Chenle let out tears again .
The salty substance slipping between their lips and tainting the mistakable kiss. They shouldn’t be doing this, Jaemin hates him. Why is he doing this? He pulled away slowly and Chenle let out shaky breaths, mixed with slight hiccups. Both of their eyes made contact and Jaemins heart was racing. He smoothed his thumb on the corner of Chenles lips, and pulled him in for a hug.
Pushing his face against his chest and hugging him tightly, letting him cry out to his heart's content, “ I hate you. I hate you so much Chenle.” he whispered.
This should’ve made Chenle want to punch him and leave, but all it did was make him grab onto him more. Hands wrapped around Jaemin, palms flat against his back. This was somehow just comforting .
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Jaemin laid in his bed, staring at his ceiling, wondering if he royally fucked up. He could’ve done so many other things than kiss Chenle. For goodness sake, he hated him! He wondered if Jeno found out already, oh yeah, he wouldn’t know, because they still weren’t speaking. He knew that if he did, he would hate Jaemin, forever.
Probably would punch him square in the face and continue beating on him. Or he would yell at Jaemin and talk about how much he betrayed him. Or maybe he would do absolutely nothing at all. Jaemin wasn’t sure how deeply in love he was, and he kinda didn’t want to know.
Regardless he was going to have to confront him soon. Ask him what was up, what did he do, why was Chenle so messed up, not that he cares of course. He was just so curious that it was eating him alive.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Jaemin sat up from his bed and opened his room door, seeing Jeno standing there looking as perfect as ever. His eyes were crinkled into a smile and his teeth were glistening in the light beaming out of Jaemins room. He had a black turtleneck on with a long black coat, contrasting his pale white hair. God he was an angel, he was so undeniably attractive.
“Hey.” He smiled wider.
“Hey.” Jaemin replied back, grinning. “Well don’t just stand there, come in.”
Jeno greeted himself inside, and began taking off his loose articles, tossing them on the ground. He then sat himself on Jaemins bed and let out a huge groan, running his hand through his hair and giving Jaemin a look he knew very well. That look that just said “I fucked up”.
“Spill. What’s wrong?” Jaemin sat next to him.
“Nothing.. It’s just,” Jeno sighed, “I fucked up.”
Jaemin chuckled, “Yeah, I gathered that much already.”
“I think I really fucked up my chance with Chenle.”
“Why?”
“You remember that night when you walked in on us? I don’t know.. with each other?”
Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, “Yeah?”
“Well that night after you left, Chenle just broke down. He started crying and he kept pushing me away. I tried to ask him what was wrong and he kept saying “I told you to stop, I told you to stop’. And I did Jaemin! I really did, so I don’t know why he’s so… mad? I keep trying to apologize and he says it’s fine, but he’s ignoring me.” Jeno whined, “Then a couple of days ago he acted like we were all good, but he asked about you.”
“Me? Uhm… why?”
“I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to figure out. Anyways, I’m not giving up on him. I think he likes me, I just have to keep being persistent.”
“But uhm, is he okay?” Jeno gave him a weird look, “I mean— I saw him a few days ago at Moonie’s and he looked like he just got done crying and stuff. I thought maybe.. you would know?”
“Since when did you care about him?” Jeno questioned, a slight hint of malice behind it.
Jaemin was taken aback, this wasn’t like Jeno. That’s when he thought back to what Donghyuck said, that maybe he isn’t the person who he thinks he is. He quickly brushed that off though, Jeno was just going through stuff. He would never be rude, only when it was absolutely necessary. So yeah, Jeno was right, why was he asking about Chenle?
“I don’t, I’m just asking for your sake. I guess.. uhm.”
“Well I don’t know.” Jeno shook his head, “I tried asking Renjun, even Jisung, but they both said that it was none of my business. That they weren’t in any place to tell me what Chenle’s going through. Stupid right?”
No. It wasn’t stupid. Jaemin gets it, because he wouldn’t want his friends telling his business to people either. But anything Jeno believes, he believes in too.
“Yeah…. stupid.”
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It was another hang out that happened months later from the last one. Except this time, it was an actual party, one that was filled with tons of extra people. The type of party that Jaemin hates. He wasn’t sure if it was because of all the drunk people who smelt like they showered in beer, or if it was because of the loud music probably damaging his ear drums for life.
Or maybe, it was the fact that Jeno was more pushy towards Chenle tonight. He was more affectionate, way too affectionate for someone who was completely sober. Chenle was also sober, and he wasn’t pushing Jeno away. Actually, he was quite encouraging. He would lean into Jenos touch frequently, and Jaemin assumed it was because he was super naive.
Chenle must be thinking that Jeno is acting friendly, which he’s not. He’s trying to pursue something else, he’s trying to get into Chenle’s pants and Jaemin knows it very well. There was nothing wrong with that, if two sober people wanted to fuck that’s fine, as long as there’s consent. So Jaemin didn’t understand why he was so fucking agitated.
He didn’t like seeing it. Jeno being too close to Chenle’s face, and Chenle laughing it off like always, like it was nothing. The way Jenos hand creeped up his thigh every five minutes. Gosh he wasn’t slick at all. Jaemin would’ve got the hint so quickly, he would be in bed with Jeno the moment he began leaning close to his face.
Yet there Chenle was, being vulnerable, wondering what’s coming next. How could he not see where this was heading? Or maybe he does and he’s just acting innocent just to be a tease. This is why Jaemin hated him, he never made sense to him.
“Let’s go to the kitchen,” Jeno tells Chenle, standing up and dragging him with him, “We’ll be right back guys.”
When he says they’ll be right back, they won’t be back for the next 30 minutes or so. And he was right, time was flying by and still no sign of either of them. He could see Donghyuck getting ready to place money on the table for a bet, but Jaemin made sure to leave before he got entangled in it.
He stood up and walked towards the kitchen, seeing less and less people the closer he got. And when he finally reached his destination, Jaemin wasn’t sure what to do. He could either be nosy like last time or just leave, let them be. The right thing to do was leave, but he stayed.
Jaemin peeked around the corner, seeing past the kitchen till his eyes laid on Jeno and Chenle. Chenle was cornered against the edge of the counter and Jeno had his hands on his waist. His exposed waist, Jeno had his hands underneath the baggy shirt he wore. Not only that, but he was in the same compromising position they were in last time. His knee stuck between Chenle’s legs.
He could so easily lift up his knee, grind against Chenle’s crotch. Kiss up on his neck, touch those lips Jaemin touched long before. Jeno could easily
leave marks all over his body, make Chenle do things that would cause him pleasure. Jaemin could envision all of it, he could imagine Chenle bent over the kitchen counter taking in Jeno like no other.
“Jeno..”
Jaemin snapped his head up and saw Jenos hands were further up than before, touching all over Chenle’s chest. Causing him to let out such a breathy whimpering moan. Jenos body was flat against his, and Jaemin couldn’t tell whether or not his knee was now getting to work. Jaemin stuck out more, hoping to see what was happening, but all it did was make him mad .
Jeno was indeed kneeing him, Chenle was grabbing onto his shoulders aggressively and their lips were on each other’s. Jeno was rushing, just like he was last time. He was moving so fast and Jaemin could tell Chenle was having a hard time keeping up. Jeno is an eager person, he gets excited too easily and from what he knew about Chenle, they weren’t a good match.
It was so evident, Chenle was trying his best to chase him. It was impossible. Jeno was so quick to insert his tongue, pushing it against Chenle’s, swirling it around before sucking Chenle’s into his mouth. He could hear the pants he was eliciting, it was nothing like the whines and gasps he let out with Jaemin. This kiss was purely sex, there was no love.
Did Jeno even love Chenle? He was biting his lips like a craved man, pinching at Chenle’s chest that would give him pleasure. Jenos knee was pressing so far up that Chenle was now hesitantly pushing it back down with one free hand. Was he even enjoying this? Because it sure didn’t look like it, in Jaemins point of view at least. He couldn’t speak for Chenle.
“Jeno—!!” Chenle’s voice hitched, a sharp whine escaping.
Jeno clasped a hand over his mouth and smiled slyly, “Shhh, you don’t want people hearing you right?”
Chenle nodded and threw his head back, Jenos hand still over his mouth. Jeno had his other hand further down, out of Chenles shirt. He was cupping him over his pants, pressing his palm against his bulge. Jeno massaged it slowly and with immense pressure. The feeling made Chenle roll his eyes back and let out muffled whimpers. Either he was too sensitive or it was his first time doing something like this, and in public too.
“You want more?” Jeno asked, working on the button of Chenles pants, “Hm?”
Before Chenle could nod again he felt all the warmth on him escape his body. He then felt a hand encircle around his wrist, pulling him away from Jeno. He looked up and saw Jaemin hovering over him, his jaw clenched and his eyes full of anger and distraught.
“Hey!” Jeno yelled, “What the fuck Jaemin?!”
Jaemin shut his voice out completely and ignored him, dragging Chenle away and all the way up the stairs. He could hear the protests and the small grunts of retaliation, but he didn’t care. Chenle should be glad that he was taking him away. Jeno and Chenle aren’t fit for each other. They don’t belong together, he can’t handle it, not like Jaemin can.
When he reached a room, Jaemin shut it and slammed Chenle against the nearest wall. He didn’t mean to do it so harshly, but he was mad, he wasn’t in any mood to try and be kind. Especially not to Chenle, so when he groaned out of pain, Jaemin simply shook his head at it. Ignoring the feeling of his heart dropping.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Chenle screeched, shoving Jaemin.
“No,” Jaemin menacingly chuckled, “What is wrong with you , Chenle?”
Chenle scoffed, “What do you mean what’s—.”
“You know exactly what I mean!” Jaemin screamed, shoving Chenle back, “What the fuck are doing with Jeno?!”
“Since when was I not allowed to do anything with him? I just— what?”
“You don’t get it do you?” Jaemin inches closer, “He doesn’t fucking love you, he doesn’t want you Chenle! You could tell by the way he’s being so aggressive with you, rushing you. He’s shoving his fucking tongue down your throat and pressing up against you, kneeing you? You aren’t keeping up! You can’t handle him! You— you are just too naive to be doing things like that with him.”
“I know he doesn’t love me, Jaemin. I know what I’m doing, I don’t need you to tell me how I should be doing things. You hate me right? You fucking hate me so why do you care!?”
“I don’t care about you damn it!” Jaemin grabbed Chenle’s face, “I don’t— care .” he enunciated, “I care about Jeno, I care if his needs are being satisfied, I care about what he’s doing. I could care less about you.”
“Then why did you drag me away? Huh? Why the fuck did you kiss me that day?! If you fucking despise me then leave me alone! Take Jeno, fucking have him! He just wants to have sex with me right? Well there're plenty of other people in this party, including you, who are down for that. Because if I'm sooo vulnerable, maybe I shouldn’t partake in those activities.”
“You shouldn’t Chenle.. I’m telling you, you can’t handle it.” Jaemin calmed down.
“You don’t know what the fuck I can handle!” Chenle slapped Jaemins hands off him, “Stop trying to police everything I’m doing! If you are doing this because I’m around Jeno, I’ll stop. I don’t need you looking over me! I don’t— I don’t need it.”.
Chenle’s body was trembling like that one that day, tears prickling in his eyes like deja vu. He was gritting his teeth, breathing so unevenly, yet he stood his ground. Staring up at Jaemin, regardless of his bangs poking at his eyes.
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“Of course I do! I hate it— I fucking hate it!” Chenle zoned in on him, “I hate you.”
Jaemin’s eyebrow twitched and he pursed his lips, he grabbed Chenle by his shirt and slammed him against the wall hard, “What did you just say?”
“Hah! So you’re the only one who gets to hate people? How charming Jaemin, but I said what I said, I fucking hate y—!”
Jaemin moved his hand off Chenle’s shirt, and found purchase on his chin instead. He forced Chenle’s head to be pinned on the wall and he placed his lips against his already swollen ones. Even when they were on the edge of being bruised, they were still so enticing. They still felt the same, soft, plump and kissable.
And once again, Chenle should be pushing him away, but he melted. He let himself be violated by the kisses Jaemin sporadically gave. The tempo was too fast, nothing like before, like he was trying to prove his point. He was kissing like Jeno kissed him earlier, impulsive and rough. Even though it was the same, it didn’t feel the same.
Chenle was excited, he found the motivation to keep up, and he was. He kissed Jaemin with fervor, and wasted no time, encircling his arms around his neck. Instead of chasing after the kiss he was in sync with it. It felt real, it felt natural. However, the kiss made his heart race, it made his chest hurt and it made him want to bawl.
He played with the hairs on the end of his neck and pulled Jaemin in closer. Jaemin settled his hands on his hips and dug his nails into his thin pants, Chenle could feel them scraping against his bare skin. He licked a wet stripe on Chenle’s lips and he gladly parted them, letting Jaemin enter. Their tongues collided against one another and Jaemin made sure that he had the upper hand, catching Chenle’s into his mouth.
He sucked on it, and twirled around it, then sucked on it again. Chenle couldn’t help but let his saliva slip out from the corner of his mouth, heavy moans coming out alongside. His voice was gorgeous, it wasn’t too high or too low, it was that perfect pitch. It was sultry and alluring, Jaemin couldn’t help but want to hear more.
He bent down a bit, never separating from Chenle, and hooked his hands behind his thighs. It was so sudden the way he lifted Chenle off the ground so easily. But Chenle knew what to do, he brought his legs up and wrapped them around Jaemins waist. He took a peep at Jaemin and that was a mistake because god , did he look so hot.
His dark brown hair slicked back, a few pieces laid upon his forehead. A compression shirt that hugged his torso so nicely, you could see his chest straining against it. The light outline of his abdomen and those arms… those arms were huge. It had veins running through them, some distinctly popping. Although he couldn’t see his hands he could feel them.
They were big against his slim thighs. All fingers were grasping onto him tightly, massaging his skin. Chenle closed his eyes once more and tugged Jaemins hair, fucking pulling it. Enough to actually make it hurt, enough to make Jaemin groan and squeeze his thighs extremely hard. It was painful but it felt so damn good.
Jaemin walked around the room, slamming against the walls. Things that were hanging were falling onto the ground, clinks and clanks echoing the room. Chenle swore he heard glass shatter at some point as well. Each time they collided against a wall their breath got punched out of their lungs, they were fighting to breathe. Inhaling each other's air as a desperation call. They could always separate, but that seemed to be tossed out the window. They needed to handle it this way.
They hit one last wall before Chenle let out an exasperated moan. Both of them released from the kiss and inhaled sharply, looking into each other's dark eyes. Chenle never stopped messing with Jaemins hair, and Jaemin never stopped caressing his thighs. They were still in this moment. Together.
“Jaemin—”
“Can you do this?” Jaemins voice trembled.
“I’m doing it with you.” Chenle responded.
“Can you do this with him? Jeno.. can you do this with Jeno?”
Chenle bit his lip and cupped Jaemins cheek, “Can you?”
“I love him… you know— I.” Jaemin teared up, leaning into Chenle’s touch.
“Are you sure?”
Jaemin shook his head and a broken smile made its way to his face, “No.”
Chenle wasn’t dumb, oh no, he knew exactly how Jaemin felt about him. Which is why it hurt him so much. He thought about how unlucky he was, to have someone like Jaemin hate him, because the person he loved claimed he was in love with Chenle. Then again, why did he think it was unlucky? Jaemin was nothing special, he was never important in his life.
That’s a lie . Chenle couldn’t remember when Jaemin took over his mind, but he did eventually. Maybe that’s why he let him talk down on him. Or give him those nasty glares that spoke volume. Maybe that’s why he let him kiss him and hold him after saying he hated him, that he didn’t care about him. And.. maybe that’s why he let Jeno kiss him, to get Jaemins attention.
That’s also a lie . He truly did want to give Jeno a chance. He would never give himself up like that to get a boy jealous. Chenle felt something for Jeno, whether it be strong or not. But he wanted things to go slow, he never wanted things to escalate the way it did. That night when he hung out with his group of friends, Chenle was already on edge about Jeno.
Which is why he kept pushing him away and the bathroom thing? That was his last straw, he broke down. Chenle didn’t want to kiss Jeno, he didn’t want to get it on with him. He just wanted to be at home and cry because his feelings were so fucked up. And Jaemin, walking in on them, shattered him. He didn’t want Jaemin to think badly of him. He wanted him to like him.
So yeah, when he acted cold and left, he sobbed. He broke down in front of Jeno and just cried, blaming everything on him. Chenle felt terrible about that, Jeno didn’t deserve that. And that thing about Jeno being in love with him? That was false, he lied to Jaemin. He wasn’t in love, he just had a crush, but more specifically he thought of him sexually. Chenle knew that too, so he was kinda asking for those advances.
That being said, it takes him to the time when he saw Jaemin at Moonie’s. He looked like shit, he had been crying because of his feelings. He didn’t think Jaemin would call him out on it though, but he’s glad he did, because then they would have never kissed. Then this party, if he never made out with Jeno then he would never have made out with Jaemin.
It was crazy that fucked up things have to happen for him to get a moment with Jaemin. Why did things have to be this way?
“I—,” Jaemin placed Chenle down, “I have to go— I got—.”
Jaemin ran out of the room and Chenle tried to go after him, but he disappeared into the bathroom. He shook the door knob and called out to him, no response. Chenle stayed outside, forehead on the door, eyes closed, trying to focus on what’s happening inside.
And that’s when he heard it; the screaming, the hoarse strained crying and the slamming on the walls. He could only imagine what Jaemin was doing and what he looked like.
Jaemin felt like he actually ruined everything this time. He shouldn’t have done that, but he couldn’t help himself. Chenle makes him so angry to the point he can’t think anymore, he begins to act irrationally. Chenle wasn’t good for him, Jeno was. Jeno .. no. Everything that’s happening to him always has Jeno involved.
He’s been looking the wrong way the whole time. Jeno wasn’t good for him, but he couldn’t accept it. He loved him for so long.. or has he? He doesn’t even know anymore. That’s why he’s in this bathroom, screaming. Wishing that he never got involved with anyone, how dramatic. That’s what feelings do to you.
After all, he just came to the realization that he’d been lying to himself this whole time. When he thinks back to the times he claimed he was looking at Jeno, and falling in love with Jeno, Chenle was there too. When he tried to remember those memories or what Jeno looked like those days, he could never think clearly. However, he could tell you exactly what Chenle was wearing.
Everytime he had a compliment for Jeno, Chenle was involved. Jaemin would comment on how irritating and annoying he was, but then admit he was absolutely beautiful. Not to mention the amount of times he thought about his lips, because he claimed that was the only perfect thing about him.
Jaemin remembers all the times Chenle smiled at him, laughed with him and looked at him. He couldn’t think of the last time Jeno did those things to him, other than smile and look. Smiling was a part of his everyday life so it didn’t really count. Maybe Jaemin was so deep into denial, that he began to believe it himself.
That he hated Chenle and the one he loved was Jeno. That’s why his heart raced around Chenle, and hurt when Chenle was hurt. That’s why he had the urge to kiss him every time they made eye contact. That’s why he wanted to protect him so badly and absolutely despised it when Jeno made moves on him.
It’s always been Chenle . He was the one who belonged with Jaemin and the realization was painful.. It really harmed him. He treated him like absolute shit, he made Chenle scared of him. Jaemin made him cry, he made him tremble, he made him feel insecure and he made him hate him. Even in the end, after they shared such an intense kiss, Jaemin had the nerve to ask about Jeno.
“ Fuck!” He screamed, punching the wall, “Fuck.”
Jaemin wailed loudly, fists clenched so hard that his nails were breaking his skin. He kept them on the wall, no energy to damage things more than he already has. He just let himself sink to the ground, soaking in everything he shut out of his life. All he wanted right now was Chenle. He needed him.
“Jaemin?” Chenle pounded on the door, “Jaemin please open the door!” He shook the knob.
“No— I can’t.” Jaemin choked.
“Please just let me in, we need to talk.” Chenle begged, “You shouldn’t be going through this alone. I feel like we both must have a lot to say.”
“ No …”
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Jaemins eyes blinked repeatedly, trying to clear up, which was hard since a beam of light was blinding his vision. He held his head and quickly noticed that he was not in his room, neither was he in his clothes. He patted the bed on instinct, trying to find his phone so he could see what time and day it was. For all he knew, he could’ve been kidnapped and taken to a far location.
He crossed that out, because it was only the next day and 10am in the morning. Plus his location was a five minute walk from his apartment. Jaemin was about to stand up and be in search for his clothes, until someone walked in with a glass of water and a store bought muffin.
“Morning, how did you sleep?” Chenle smiled brightly, handing him the pair.
“Wait a minute. First of all thank you,” he grabbed the things, “secondly, why the fuck am I at your place. Jeno will kill me if he finds out.”
Chenle looked unimpressed and rolled his eyes, “First of all,” he mocked, “you’re welcome. Secondly, please don’t tell me you don’t remember anything from last night.”
“I wasn’t drunk, so of course I remember.” Jaemin shook his head, “We argued, I said I hated you, you said you hated me. Then we— we you know… made out. But it’s not like this never happened before, I still hate—.”
“Drop the act Jaemin. Like you said, you weren’t drunk, so you know there’s more to the story. After we kissed you said you weren’t sure if you loved Jeno anymore and then you ran to the bathroom, had some freak out episode— or whatever. Then I asked you to let me in, you refused, and after pleading multiple times you did. I asked you what was wrong and you were all like ‘Oh I think I’m in lov—’.”
“Okay!” Jaemin screeched, shoving his muffin in Chenle’s mouth, “I get it alright? Can’t a guy have a little bit of pride?”
“Of course, a guy like you strives on his pride.” Chenle giggled after taking a bite of the muffin and discarding Jaemins water to the side.
“I hate you.”
“I thought you loved me though! What happened to crybaby Jaemin? I kinda miss him, bring him out will you?”
“Oh fuck you.. but on a serious note. Did uh.. did Jeno say anything?”
“Right so he lied to both of us.” Chenle bluntly said.
“Huh?”
“Jeno never really liked me, and he didn’t like you either, before you try some shit. He rejected you because apparently he knew that you were in love with me. He said, and I quote, ‘it’s hard not to notice the way he is always looking at you’. The only reason why he pretended to like me, was to make you come to terms with your true feelings.” Chenle crossed his arms, “Which I mean, I’m not mad about, because it helped me too. But he really put me through emotional distress! That jerk…”
Jaemin stared dumbfounded, “So he basically took the fun and complicated route, just for his entertainment? This guy…. I’m gonna kill him.”
Chenle laughed and hunched over, “You liked it though didn’t you? The whole angry make out sesh.. the emotional kissing.. the feeling of jealousy?”
“Of course not!” Jaemin lied, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
“Oh? So you didn’t like throwing me around? Saying you hated me when in fact you didn’t? It was like a sexy enemies to lovers role play, hell.. I enjoyed it.” Chenle shrugged.
“Jesus Chenle,” Jaemin covered his face, which was burning up, “We still need to talk though don’t we? The two of us?”
“Yeah, we can… or, we can do something else and then talk about it later.” Chenle suggested, getting a dissatisfied face from Jaemin, “Okay, relax.. let’s talk then.”
It was nice to have this small healthy banter, it cleared up any doubts Jaemin was having. That being said, he felt like he owed Chenle an apology. He acted so badly towards him and it made him vexed that Chenle looked past all of it. He forgave Jaemin although he never said sorry for his behavior.
“Why are you so happy when I’ve treated you terribly?”
Chenle contorted his face and shook his head. He knew that Jaemin would ask something along those lines, but he really did not have a way with words. Asking him why he’s happy? What? Did he not want him to be happy? Of course he disliked the way Jaemin acted towards him, but he could easily shrug it off. He was confused about his feelings and Chenle knew that very well.
“You did, but you had problems of your own. So I understand.”
“You shouldn’t always assume— or care about that. No excuse covers the things I did.”
“Jaemin stop, please. This whole ‘caring’ thing and ‘hate’ thing it’s getting old. All that matters is that we are here, with each other. In love with each other,” Jaemin clenched his jaw making Chenle’s words falter, “You do love me right?”
“I…” Jaemin paused.
He did, god he really did so why can’t he say anything. Maybe this all was just too soon, and it hurt him to see the way Chenle backed away from him slowly. Jaemin reached out, hand attempting to land on his cheek, but Chenle flinched and grabbed it. He pushed it away and sucked in his lips.
“This is so fucked up.” He whispered, “I’ll give you one last chance. Do you love me? No… how about I make this easier for you.. do you even like me?”
“Of course I do!” Jaemin said immediately, “I like you so much, and I do love you. It’s just— It’s hard for me to forget everything. To forget the way I faked myself to believe I hate you, and the things I did and said. I know you told me to stop, but I fucking can’t Chenle.”
“Yes you can Jaemin, please just stop caring so much-.”
“I care though! I care and that’s never going to change. I hated you before, whether it was fake or not. So I’m fucking confused about how I now love you! Don’t you get it? Don’t you feel weird as well?”
Chenle was silent, then grabbed Jaemin’s hand, placing it on his neck, “Then hate me.”
“What?” Jaemin muttered.
“Love me like you hate me. Hurt me, scream at me, call me names, do what you’ve done before. I don’t care, just show me that you want me some way or another.” Chenle made Jaemin tighten his hand, “ Hate me Jaemin, because I love it.”
Jaemin closed his eyes and let out a light huff of breath, opening his eyes to the only person who matters. He slammed his lips against Chenle’s and shoved him against the bed, fingers curling inward and pressing the sides of his neck with no way out. He pushed his body up against his and made sure that the kiss was nothing but painful.
He applied so much force that it was practically impossible for Chenle to breathe, yet he still had the nerve to chuckle out a moan. Chenle wrapped his own hands weakly around Jaemins wrist, rubbing circles on his skin, humming for more affliction. He opened his mouth and let Jaemin make a mess out of him.
Chenle did nothing but take it, strangled breaths fanning between the both sides. Jaemin licked from his chin, up to the corner of his mouth, trailing both bottom and top lips. He kissed him all over, he made sure Chenle couldn’t follow him. Jaemin saw the bruising of Chenle’s bottom lip and he knew those weren't his marks that he inflicted.
Those were Jenos, his lips were bruised from the way Jeno cockily and intentionally fucked him up. Jaemin huffed out a laugh and dragged Chenle up by the neck, not too hard to hurt him, but enough to make him pay attention.
He leaned into his ear, licking a long stripe, “You’re mine . I’ll make sure your body responds to only me.”
“What are you waiting for then?” Chenle panted.
Jaemin moved Chenle’s head to the side and kissed down his face, settling at his neck where it was tinted with a light red. He smoothed over his skin, and sucked it lightly into his mouth. Wetting over the spot and running circles around it with the tip of his tongue. Jaemin sucked on it harder, teeth grazing resisting the urge to bite down.
Chenle let out whines of pleasure, hand grabbing anywhere they could, resorting to the only right answer, Jaemin’s hair. He tugged on it as Jaemin sucked all over his neck, making it his mission to mark him up thoroughly, show everyone who he belongs to.
He gasped when he felt the stretch of Jaemin’s lips against his skin, that hypnotic grin that made everyone fall on their knees. Jaemin’s body lifted up and slowly grinned down, pushing Chenle further into his bed’s comforter. He could feel a tingling sensation and the way his blood rushed down to his dick that was throbbing, begging to be released.
Jaemin latched his lips onto his neck once again, this time only an inch away from his collarbone. His left hand was teasing Chenle as his thumb kept brushing against the corner of his mouth. The tip of it pushing into it ever so slightly and then moving back out. His right hand was settled underneath Chenle’s shirt, purchased on his hip making sure his body stayed down. There was no room for retaliation.
He detached from his throat and stared at Chenle with those dark piercing eyes. His thumb that kept him on edge finally slipped into his mouth. Chenle greedily accepted it, lips enclosed around it, tongue hesitantly licking it. Jaemin pushed his thumb in deeper, never looking away making sure Chenle kept a gaze on him as well.
He thrusted it in and out and delved into the way Chenle hummed and moaned around it. Jaemin took his finger out and smeared the saliva on Chenle’s chin, dragging it down fully before it fell off his face. His right hand went down from his hip to his exposed inner thigh, the shorts he wore were incredibly short. Like he knew what was going to happen.
Jaemin squeezed it, groaning when Chenle threw his head back and grabbed Jaemin’s hair extremely hard. With his free hand he grabbed Chenle’s wrists, taking his hands away from him, and pinned them above his head on the bed. His other hand abruptly cupped Chenle’s crotch, making his back arch up and gasp out Jaemin’s name.
“You’re so fucking hard, aren’t you embarrased?” Jaemin scoffed out, his smile widening and his eyebrow perking up.
“Take responsibility.” Chenle spoke in a hushed tone.
As much as he would love to stop here and leave Chenle on an unbearable edge, Jaemin was too deep into it. He hooked his finger on the band of Chenle’s shorts and boxers, shrugging them off. He let go of Chenle’s wrists and urged him to take off his shirt, he wanted to see every inch of his body at once.
Just as he thought, seeing Chenle naked for the first time was a view. All of his curves were beautiful, the slope on his waist and his accentuated hips. Seeing it made a fire ignite in Jaemin, which spread through his whole body, a burning sensation that was uncontrollable and spreading like wildfire. He could feel his throat dry up, Chenle left him breathless and thirsty .
He realized he was staring too hard when Chenle’s face flushed up and his knees pulled inward. He hid his eyes by looking away because he couldn’t face the starving gaze Jaemin had plastered. And Jaemin couldn’t have that, he needed Chenle to look at what he’s going to do to him, he needs to watch himself be destroyed.
“Look at me Chenle.” He didn’t listen, “Chenle, don’t make me repeat myself.”
Chenle slowly looked back, “You make it hard for me to do the simplest things.”
“It was never meant to be easy.”
Jaemin scooted back on the bed, planting himself right at Chenle’s legs. He pried his knees apart and softly kissed the top of his knee before going all the way down to his pelvic area. He nuzzled his face into the crook between his inner thigh and base and nipped on the pale sensitive skin. Lightly gritting the flesh in the middle of his teeth, salivating as Chenle reacted pleasingly, his cock bouncing and throbbing.
He found him grabbing onto the sheets, tears glittering his lashes and legs shaking from want, “Come on Jaemin, please don’t make me beg.” he whimpered.
“ Beg . Let me hear your pretty voice more.”
Chenle bit his lip and blinked his aggravated tears away, “Please, please –” he choked, “Please hnnmm,.”
It was a sad excuse of a plea, but it was so hot seeing him try so desperately. Jaemin was overwhelmingly turned on and Chenle had been so good for him, might as well give him what he wanted. Pleasure. Jaemin sunk his mouth on Chenle’s cock, the precum that he built up beforehand gave him a nice slide. It wasn’t long till his nose was buried in Chenle’s base, he swallowed him all at once.
He barely did anything and Chenle was already twitching, legs threatening to close once more, but Jaemin held them open. He pressed one of his knees against the bed whilst the other was laying on Chenle’s navel, applying pressure here and there. Chenle whined and Jaemin chuckled, the vibrations adding more sensation besides the wet cavern enveloping his cock.
Jaemin gave indulgent squeezes on Chenle’s knee, sliding up and down as a small pity comfort system to the torture he was aiding him. Jaemin sucked and licked around his cock, precum dripping continuously onto his tongue. The salty substance ringing his taste buds but so deliciously. All Chenle could do was moan and beg for more, couldn’t even reach an inch to grab a hold of Jaemin’s hair. He was rendered weak.
Any movement that was performed were tremors and shaking, Jaemin was relentless and didn’t even let him buck his hips up. Chenle felt his thigh get sore since Jaemin was pressing so hard onto his knee, but instead of it being irritating it felt so good. He could feel his eyes roll back and he shakily placed a hand over his mouth, he uselessly tried to hide his loud and sharp whimpers.
His heels dug into the bed and he wished that he could’ve been pressing into the muscle on Jaemin’s back. Chenle’s cock ached and still did not stop throbbing, he was gone, completely out of his head. Jaemin found this the perfect time to do something more, so he took his hand that was previously on his navel in front of his mouth. Jaemin popped off Chenle’s cock for a split second and stuck three fingers inside, licking around them and coating them expertly. He then took them out and sunk his mouth back on Chenle’s needy dick.
Jaemin propped Chenle’s legs up, swinging one of them over his shoulder and pressed his fingers against his rim. He circled around it and pressed his index finger against it, enveloping it into Chenle’s tight heat. Chenle let out a bountiful of moans, and his chest heaved as Jaemin pushed in deeper and deeper. His gasps were so wet and raw, his breathing stopping for a hot second before Jaemin settled everything inside.
As he said before, this was never meant to be easy, so he stuck another finger inside. The stretch caused a burning sensation that Chenle secretly enjoyed. Instead of slowly settling, he shoved it in all at once. Chenle’s back curled and his lips were slick and glossed over, probably from how many times he ran his tongue over them. He parted them and made an ‘o’ shape, enunciating each sound that escaped him. His lashes fluttered as his lids shut closed and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Chenle was completely flushed, and since he was so pale you could see the flush spread from his ears, to his cheeks, all the way down his neck and stopping at his upper chest and shoulders. This is what it felt and looked like to be fucked out of the loving hatred Jaemin had for Chenle.
“Does it feel good?” Jaemin released his cock, huffing and moving his fingers slightly.
“What do you– you think?”
Although it was weak, Chenle still had the energy and attitude to talk back. And that wasn’t okay, Jaemin promised to completely deteriorate him. Whether he said that out loud or not.
The heat around his fingers was something that Jaemin wanted to feel often. It was addicting and although it shouldn’t have done much for him, it did. He took his time stretching him out, adding the third finger when he deemed it was okay. Chenle was groaning gruffly and sniffled and hiccuped as a contrast. He gripped the sheets hard and flinched aggressively when Jaemin curled his fingers up against his prostate.
He couldn’t see it, but he knew Jaemin had a shit-eating grin on his face right now. Of course he did because he punched out the most sensual sounds out of Chenle. His fingers curling and uncurling made Chenle’s cock pulse and bob up and down. He rocked his hips as much as he could and cried out for friction against his weeping dick. It was all over stimulating and Chenle’s cries just sounded like babbles.
“Jaemin… Ja– Jae… Hnnmh..!! Jaemin!” Chenle’s voice was so hoarse, it was getting lost.
His breathing was so shallow and anybody could tell that he was close, he was going to cum any second even if Jaemin didn’t have his mouth on his cock. He fixed that quickly though. Jaemin took him in once again and used his free hand to pull Chenle in closer to his mouth because he kept moving up the bed, struggling. He contracted his throat around Chenle’s tip, the wet flesh gliding against it deliciously.
This was Chenle’s deathbed, he was seeing black and he was so damn close. He hoped Jaemin wouldn’t stop, but he did . He pulled his mouth off and took his fingers out all in one go. Chenle let out a whine of rebuttal, feeling betrayed and borderline pissed off with Jaemin’s antics.
“Do you hate me yet?”
God it shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but Jaemin was hot so anything that came out of his mouth naturally correlated. It wasn’t any better that Jaemin crossed his arms and grabbed both sides of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His body was sculpted to perfection; his chest was as big as it looked under his tight shirts, his abdomen was nicely defined (good for counting up to 6) and his arms flexed into a huge jaw-dropping shape.
Chenle felt himself go lax, gawking at the whole hunk of man sitting between his legs. Jaemin took off his joggers and draws, cock slapping against his navel, standing proud and tall. His cock was painfully hard, pulsing and aching, red and spilling precum over his tip and down his base. Jaemin licked his own lips that were swollen pink, the sides of his mouth cut a bit from stretching too much. He smirked and Chenle felt his heart race.
“Where do you keep your lube?”
“Drawer.” Chenle pointed.
Jaemin searched through it and grabbed the lube, briefly reading over it and grimaced when he saw the word strawberry, “Yuck… really Chenle?”
“Do you hate me yet?” Chenle mocked.
Jaemin ignored him and threw the bottle on his body, “Lube me up will you?”
Chenle sat up and uncapped the lube, pouring the strawberry slick onto the palm of his hand. He rubbed it, warming it a tad before wrapping it around Jaemin’s cock. It was so arousing the way his hand barely wrapped fully around his thick girth. Chenle could feel himself salivating and he had to hold himself back from wanting to put Jaemin’s dick in his mouth, because he didn’t like the artificial strawberry flavor either.
He teased the head of his cock with his fingers, swiping over it back and forth. Chenle loved the way Jaemin would let out small moans of sensitivity. He honestly just wanted to take him right now, he bet Jaemin would be the loudest inside his tight hole.
“Gonna put it inside me?” Chenle looked up, his eyes saying everything.
Jemin nudged Chenle’s hand and pushed him back down on the bed, lining his cock in front of his hole, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Chenle moaned loudly as Jaemin started sinking in, nonstop but slowly so there was little room for him to adjust, “Wa– wait Jaemin.. You’re big, I– Ho.. Hold on, hah! ”.
Chenle squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, Jaemin was not stopping and he grabbed Chenle’s legs, holding them still as a statement. He bent them forward and bottomed out, he circled his hips slowly making sure he got everything inside. This made Chenle whine and scratch his sheets, the pain and pleasure was too much.
“ God, you’re sucking me in so well.”
Jaemin heaved his hips back and stalled before slamming it all back in at once. Chenle shot his eyes open and his back arched dramatically, “ Oh! Oh– Jae..!!”.
The pace was hard and fast, no time for either of them to breathe or let a sound out. Chenle’s head bobbed against the bed, his body moving up with each thrust Jaemin gave him. Jaemin was chasing that toxic pleasure, he was distracted by it. Chenle choked and gasped for air, his need to catch up dissipating. Jaemin noticed, but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop.
“You’re perfect, you’re– I love you,” Jaemin hissed between thrusts, “I hate that I love you so much, I hate that I didn’t realize sooner, I hate that you take me so well.”
He practically just entered him and Jaemin could feel his orgasm edging. His vision was getting obstructed and his cock enlarged inside Chenle. He himself was losing a sense of voice, but he kept going. Jaemin’s hair was matted against his forehead with sweat and he bent down so that Chenle could latch onto him. His nails capture the tough skin on his shoulders and scrape all the way down to his biceps.
“I– I wanna fuck and touch you every place that makes you feels good.” Jaemin confessed, his hand wrapping around Chenle’s neck with no pressure.
“I’m gonna– hahh.. Jae ,” Chenle’s eyes watered.
Jaemin rolled his hips sporadically, muscles tightening up and twitching at the chase. Chenle couldn’t hold it any longer and spurted all over Jaemin and his body. His heated cum reached up to his chin and Jaemin’s chest. He shuddered and gasped repeatedly, tears falling down his cheeks and babbled sobs forcing itself out. Jaemin let out breaths of air, not stopping and fucking into Chenle with no remorse.
He dropped his head down and trembled, spasming at the upcoming release. However he couldn’t bring himself to just let go. He was greedy for more and he just kept taking and taking, having no pity for the over sensitivity Chenle was feeling. Chenle was weakly grabbing onto him, his body jerking and flinching with each slap to his ass. Jaemin rutted and growled, his hand on Chenle’s neck tightening.
“I love you, I– I fucking love you.” Jaemin repeated.
Jaemin’s orgasm finally washed over him, it was violent and he almost collapsed on Chenle. He caught himself with his elbow and moaned loudly at the feeling of his balls tightening and cum filling Chenle. He rode it out, hips moving ever so slightly and his dick pumping until it couldn’t no longer.
He stayed inside, leaning close to Chenle’s face and swapping hot heated air. Chenle was still crying, soft hiccups escaping and his shaky hands finding purchase on Jaemin’s hair. Jaemin smiled and let tears of his own escape, trying to hide it by pulling Chenle in for a kiss. It was useless, Chenle could feel the hot droplets on his cheek. But it was okay, because it showed how much Jaemin cared and loved him.
“You must’ve hated me a lot to fuck me that good.” Chenle muttered against Jaemin’s lips.
“No.. I have always loved you. I love you .”
“I love you too Jaemin, I– I love you a lot.” Chenle smiled widely, pulling Jaemin in for a better kiss.
Their teeth clashed and it was so out of sync, but it was them. They got together dysfunctionally and they wanted to end it that way. Whether it was hate or love, it didn’t matter, because now they know what they have now? Is love.