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Jisung always found Chenle to be small. Well, not exactly small, he was almost the same height as Jisung, and his aura is bigger than anybody else’s in the room at all times, but when Chenle is standing next to Jisung, he just looks minuscule. Jisung can easily wrap one hand around Chenle’s thin wrists, slim torso, and small ankles, and this drives Jisung insane. The sense of power he receives knowing that he is so much larger than the latter fuels something in him. He loves the feeling of being able to swallow him whole with just his body, and recently, this adoration has become out of control.
The seven are sitting on a Weverse live, Chenle sat next to him, his legs sprawled across his lap, and Jisung’s brain is swarming with legs legs legs legs legs. He can’t help but indulge in his thoughts, even on camera apparently, because he slowly wraps his hand around the older’s ankle. This alone makes him feel high, a smirk appearing on his face that he is unable to wipe off. Chenle side-eyes him lightly, arching an eyebrow. This leads Jisung to finally remove his hand, playfully slapping Chenle’s thigh instead. This situation is never brought up between them again, but it is definitely brought up between Jisung and his lewd fantasies during the dark hours of the night later. Once he spills over his fist, post-nut clarity really kicks in. He can’t take this anymore. Jisung cannot spend the rest of his life lusting over his best friend’s small figure.
Jisung has truly lost his mind. It’s about midnight, and it’s been about a week since he was caught wallowing in his own horny dispositions on live. He suspected that Czennie’s would be going wild over this, so he checks Twitter, and oh goodness, his hypothesis was immediately proven to be correct. His suspicion was proven so correctly that Jisung lands up viewing a thread of him and Chenle’s size difference. He tells God to bless whoever created this thread in his mind, because the more he scrolls on this post, the hornier he gets. His cock twitches at a specific photo of him standing behind Chenle on stage, Jisung’s large hands gripping the other’s shoulders. Jisung’s hands consume Chenle’s shoulders, the fabric of his outfit barely visible, and Jisung’s broad silhouette seeping through the edges of the small boundaries made by Chenle’s body. Chenle just looks so bite-sized, Jisung is towering over him. This turns Jisung on so much that the bulge in his pants literally aches, and he needs to jack off. He comes embarrassingly fast, using the photo in the tweet as a visual. Now, he really can’t take this anymore. He’s sure that if he sees Chenle in person soon, he will pounce on him.
Luckily for Jisung, the group has a dance practice the next morning. He prays that his mind will stay pure, and even thinks of attending church to really shove the thought of modesty into his mind. Unfortunately, this doesn’t work, because the second he sees Chenle’s tiny body moving, dampened in sweat, bangs glued to his forehead, he finds himself sporting a bulge. To make the situation even better for Jisung, Chenle’s working on the footwork, so Jisung gets to stare at his skinny legs for hours on end. Chenle seems to give up, crashing to the floor in a groan. The group laughs at Chenle’s dramatic act, but Jisung’s eyes stay transfixed on Chenle’s wide thigh gap when he flops down, stomach to the floor. The gap is just wide enough to make a perfect fit of Jisung’s knee slotting in-between his legs. Jisung has to pinch himself to put a stop to his imagination, because he’s sure he looks strange now. When he snaps out of his thoughts, Jaemin is looking at him with curiosity. He silently communicates with Jisung, seemingly asking if he’s alright. Jisung nods, cursing himself in his head for his horny mind.
The group cuts off the dance practice, and Chenle trails behind Jisung when they leave.
“Jisung-ah… how about you treat your hyungie to some ice cream?” Chenle inquires, using puppy-dog eyes to really convince Jisung.
Jisung scoffs, rolling his eyes. He tries to act tough, but he is a weak, weak man. Really, how can he say no to the gasoline contributing to the fire of his wet dreams? So, he replies, “Alright, Chenle-hyung, I guess I will.”
Chenle silently celebrates, a smile creeping on his face, his under eyes morphing into cat whiskers.
The pair make their way to Jisung’s car, and Jisung opens the passenger door for Chenle. He puts himself in the drivers seat, and starts the drive to the ice cream parlor nearby.
Jisung chuckles when Chenle finds himself right at home in his car, leaning the seat back, taking aux and singing along to his queue of songs.
Jisung teases, “You really are my passenger princess, huh?”
Jisung catches Chenle freeze in his peripheral vision once he says this, and he giggles, knowing that he won this time.
“Shut up and drive faster,” Chenle says, ears slightly red.
They eventually pull in to the parking lot of the parlor, and while walking in, Jisung wraps his arm around Chenle’s waist. This is a normal pose for the pair, they always seem to be glued to each other, but for Jisung, it is a twinge more erotic. He slides his hand atop Chenle’s flat stomach, getting totally lost in thought. He pictures a bulge in Chenle’s stomach from Jisung’s dick puncturing his guts, though that definitely only happens in porn. Jisung’s grotesque reverie is about to continue when he feels a flick on the forehead.
“Jisung-ah! Let go of me, I’m trying to order!” Chenle yells, wriggling himself out of the grip of Jisung’s hand.
Jisung blinks, and responds with, “My bad, I zoned out.”
That was a horrible excuse, but he doesn’t think Chenle notices, because all he cares about is Jisung paying for his ice cream.
When Chenle and Jisung sit down so Chenle can eat his ice cream, Jisung can’t help but notice that Chenle is eating his ice cream more erotically than a normal human, using his tongue to lap the sides and looking up at Jisung while doing so. Jisung can feel the fabric of his jeans tightening, so he resorts to looking away from Chenle and rambling about something stupid to distract himself. Chenle finishes his ice cream, and Jisung doesn’t know how, but he desperately needs to get in the other boy’s pants — seriously. He’s been dangerously hard for the past thirty minutes, and the car ride home is deadly for him. They arrive at the dorm, and Jisung takes Chenle’s hand in his, guiding him to Jisung’s room. His excuse was that he wanted to watch a movie (more like make one), and Chenle agrees. They genuinely do start a movie, but Jisung can’t control himself anymore, and his hand starts wandering to Chenle’s leg and inches up his thigh.
Chenle whimpers, his teeth clamping down on his lips to mask any further noise. Jisung squeezes his hand on Chenle’s upper thigh, smirks and says,
“What’re you thinking about, Chenle?”
Chenle’s breath hitches in his throat,
“You.”
This was Jisung’s last straw. He surges forward, latching their lips together. Chenle lands himself on Jisung’s lap, whimpering in his intense hold. Jisung’s hands are roaming all over the older’s body, squeezing along his waist and hips.
Jisung’s lips trail to Chenle’s jaw, leaving small pecks along his jawline. Jisung whispers,
“You’re so slim, Chenle-hyung. Love it so much.”
The non-stop feeling of being touched and Jisung’s words spur Chenle on, and he begins to moan desperately, hips bucking up.
“Anh, Jisung-ah, please,”
Jisung smiles at Chenle finally breaking, and decides to toy with him a bit more, sucking hickeys into his neck and mumbling,
“Please what, hyung? Use your words, baby.”
“Oh, fuck, Ji — need your dick in me, please, can’t take it anymore.”
Jisung plants one last kiss to Chenle’s collarbone, “Yeah, baby? Okay, let me take care of you, hmm?”
Jisung flips the pair over, Chenle lying face-down-ass-up under him now. He removes their clothing, and kisses down Chenle’s spine before grabbing the lube from his side table.
He coats his fingers in the substance, and slowly glides one finger inside of Chenle’s hole.
Chenle’s back arches, mouth opening in an almost silent whimper.
Jisung continues to stretch the older out until he feels it is enough. He reaches for his untouched dick, rubbing his hand along the length a couple of times before sliding it between Chenle’s cheeks.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
“I’ve been ready for like, three hours, hurry up,” Chenle complains.
Jisung tsks’s, “So bratty,” and he slides himself in, all in one go.
Chenle moans loudly, “Oh- fuck! How is your dick so big?”
Jisung laughs, “Thank you?”
“Move, please, holy shit, Jisung,”
Jisung begins to thrust into the older, speeding up with each push of his hips.
Chenle lets out the prettiest high-pitched moans,
“ Nngh, Ji- Ji, wanna see you, plea- oh shit, please,”
Jisung obeys Chenle, and flips them over. Only when he thrusts himself back inside is when he realizes that there truly is a bulge in Chenle’s stomach from his dick.
Chenle whimpers, “Jisungie, so deep, feel you so deep,”
The breath feels punched out of him, and he is incredibly turned on. He takes Chenle’s hands in his, placing them on the bulge, slightly pressing.
Jisung groans deeply, “Ah, fuck. Yeah, baby? You feel me deep in your guts, huh? How does that feel?”
Chenle lets out a sob at the added pressure, “So good, Jisung, I’m so close, fuck, mmmfnh,”
Jisung places Chenle’s legs on either side of his shoulders, and thrusts into him like a mad-man. He wants to have this moment burned into his brain forever.
“Such a fucking whore, Chenle. Love being used like a cocksleeve, hm?”
Chenle’s response is animalistic, letting out the most pornographic moan he’s heard from a human.
“ Shiiit, I’m so- annng, so fucking close-“
“Gonna come untouched, Chenle? Be a good boy, baby, come for me.”
This praise sends Chenle over the edge, his body twitching in pleasure as he comes, Jisung following him, filling Chenle to the brim.
The room has a stench of sex, and all you can hear is heavy breathing between them.
Jisung decides to break the silence, sliding out of him and flopping down beside Chenle.
“That was so good, baby, thank you.”
Chenle laughs breathlessly, “No, thank you, seriously, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.”
“You and me both.”