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Chenle’s on his fourth glass of wine when their conversation starts to take a turn.
He doesn’t know what he expected, really. He's surprised it didn’t happen earlier. The four of them try to get dinner every two weeks or so, and it rarely ends without some sort of suggestive conversation that gets them strange looks from their server. The last time they all met up, they practically spent the entire dinner discussing Donghyuck’s new boyfriend– they’re all terrible gossips, really, but it’s not their fault he’s blander than those boiled chicken breasts Jaemin is always eating!
Tonight, though, they’d somehow ended up on a raunchier topic:
“Aww, I can’t believe Mark’s grown up to be such a little pervert!” Jaemin coos, reaching across the table to pinch Mark’s cheek. Mark narrowly dodges, burying his head into Jeno’s neck, face flushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t call me that, Jaem,” Mark complains, “it’s not even that weird.”
“Sure, Mark,” Chenle chimes in, “lots of people like to treat their boyfriend like a little dog. Totally not weird.” Mark covers his face with his hands, sinking into his chair with a groan. Jeno, the aforementioned boyfriend, sits next to him, eyes crinkled in a smile. He looks remarkably at peace for someone who’s wearing what Chenle’s pretty sure is an actual dog collar in a fancy restaurant, but, hey. To each their own, Chenle’s really not one to judge. It’s not like he and Jaemin don’t get up to more than their fair share of freaky shit in the bedroom anyways.
“Okay, enough about us,” Mark says, “isn’t it your turn now? You guys have to be into a bunch of weird stuff, there’s no way me and Jeno’s sex life is that crazy in comparison.”
Jaemin gives Mark his favorite serial killer smile, and Chenle bravely pretends like it doesn’t make him a little horny.
“Oh, you know, this and that. There’s not a lot of things Chenle and I won’t try at least once,” Jaemin says, glancing over in his direction.
“Or twice,” Chenle adds, taking another sip of his wine. Jaemin winks at him and Chenle giggles into his glass.
“C’mon, that’s so vague ,” Jeno complains, “tell us more, we bared our hearts to you.”
“I mean, as long as pillow princess over here doesn’t have to do any work, then we’re game for pretty much anything,” Jaemin clarifies, placing an arm around the back of Chenle’s chair. Mark and Jeno both tilt their heads over to him, expecting a complaint, but he just shrugs.
“I spend my days slaving away in the office so my wife here can be spoiled– like he deserves– so I am very content with letting Jaem do all the work,” he explains without an ounce of shame.
“And what a lucky wife I am,” Jaemin purrs, leaning over to press a sweet kiss onto Chenle’s mouth. He obliges him, despite his usual distaste for PDA. Jaemin really is so spoiled.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have guessed, considering how you two are. Chenle refers to you as his wife so much most of our coworkers think he’s married to an actual woman,” Mark admits, making Jaemin throw his head back with laughter.
The two of them are aware of how they tend to be perceived. Despite his larger stature, Jaemin doesn’t quite fit the stereotypical masculine mold. The way he dresses, his manner of speaking, his interests, all tend to be what people consider feminine. He loves to wear pink clothes and glittery eye makeup, he’s friends with a lot of women, he stays at home while his husband goes to work every day. Chenle, on the other hand, works a fancy corporate job, plays basketball, and financially provides. People see the two of them out, Jaemin in his pretty pink sweaters and Chenle in his baggy streetwear, and they make assumptions. They’ve been together for long enough that they’ve learned to let it go.
“Chenle might be tough at work, but he’s so sweet at home, he’s like a little kitty begging for pets. All he wants to do when he gets them is just lie back and take it,” Jaemin says, and it’s Chenle’s turn to blush.
“Okay, like, I’m not always a bottom though, I could do work. If I wanted to,” he contests. Jaemin snorts.
“Chenle, baby, I love you, but you haven’t topped once in, what, five years? And even when you did, it was only once or twice. You’re a bottom,” he says. Chenle scoffs.
“No, you’re just a top! I topped plenty before I started dating you, thank you very much,” he clarifies. Mark and Jeno are giggling across from them, clearly amused by the exchange.
“I don’t know, bro,” Mark says, “if you haven’t topped in five years, I’m pretty sure you’re a bottom, like, by default.”
At that, Jaemin looks back at Chenle with a smarmy little smile. “See, baby, Mark gets it.”
“Betrayal,” Chenle replies, “Lies. Slander. Unless you’re inviting Mark into our bedroom, he can keep his thoughts and opinions to himself. ” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a glare in Mark’s direction. “I could totally top. I just don’t because Jaemin doesn’t like bottoming.”
Jaemin gives him a few condescending little pats to his shoulder. “Sure you could, baby.”
Chenle’s ready to defend his honor, but the server comes to the table to ask if they’d like the check. They agree, and when she comes back to the table, she sets it in front of Chenle.
Top, he mouths at Jaemin as he hands her his card, pointing to himself. Jaemin just rolls his eyes.
He makes sure to leave a hefty tip.
…
It isn’t until they’re almost home that Chenle brings it up again.
Considering how much wine they'd had at dinner, they decided to take an uber back. As risky as the two of them could be in public, Jaemin tends to be overly polite in rideshares after they’d accidentally tanked his rating one night, tipsy and a little too excited after their third anniversary dinner. The ride passes in silence. Chenle, overly chatty on his best days, tries his hardest not to bring up their dinner conversation. Unfortunately for him (and for their driver), self-control is not one of his strong suits.
“So, at dinner,” he starts. Jaemin squeezes his thigh in warning, knowing what he’s going to say before he can even get it out.
“We’ll talk about it at home,” Jaemin responds. His tone makes Chenle shiver. He keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the ride.
When they get home, though, the door is barely closed before he starts up again.
“So you really don’t think I can top?” Chenle asks, arms crossed.
“I’m sure you could, at some point,” Jaemin says.
“But not now?” Chenle replies. Jaemin’s silence is answer enough. “Oh, fuck off, I totally could. I let you top all these years so now you think that—”
“Oh you let me, huh?” Jaemin interrupts, backing Chenle up against the wall in their entryway. “How noble of you, princess. It must have been so hard to suffer through all those years of getting fucked. Does your back hurt from all that time it’s spent arched, hmm?”
Chenle narrowly holds back a whimper, not content to let Jaemin win quite yet.
“Fuck you,” he responds–good one, Chenle, really intelligent— “You should really be nicer to me. Bottoming is hard work, you know.”
“Yeah, I’m sure lying there and being a hole for me to use is really tough, Lele,” Jaemin replies, condescending as ever. He’s shoved a leg in between Chenle’s thighs, and Chenle can’t stop himself from grinding up against it.
“If it’s so easy, why don’t you try it, then?” he challenges. Jaemin doesn’t respond for a moment, just looks down at Chenle with his jaw clenched.
“Fine,” he eventually says. Chenle’s eyes widen. He hadn’t expected him to agree. “If you’re so confident, then fine. You can top. Once. It’ll be fun to see you try to make me feel good.”
Chenle pushes him, but Jaemin doesn’t budge. Stupid Jaemin and his stupid big muscles.
“Tonight?” Chenle asks. Jaemin laughs, cruelly, and shakes his head, before wrapping one of his hands around Chenle’s neck.
“No, baby, not tonight.”
…
Chenle has never in his life been the type of person to just let something go, so he bothers Jaemin about it as much as he can all week. It doesn’t get him anywhere, but most of his comments and over-the-top ass grabs just end up with Jaemin bending him over the nearest surface, so he can’t really complain. He ramped it up on Thursday, going as far to buy Jaemin lingerie and texting that his “wife should be all pretty and ready for him when he gets home.” That night, Jaemin punished him by making him come so many times he practically lost control of all bodily functions. He had to call his job the next morning and let them know he’d be working from home. Again, zero complaints, but Chenle’s starting to wonder if Jaemin’s offer was just a bluff.
It isn’t until almost three weeks later that Jaemin brings it up again. Chenle’s sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine as he watches his husband make dinner. Both of them love to cook, and are rather good at it, but they learned early on in their relationship that they should not cook together. They’re both complete control freaks in the kitchen– the last time they tried to cook at the same time it ended up in one of their worst arguments to date. Now, they take turns, and they’re both banned from commenting on what the other is making. It’s much better this way.
Jaemin’s standing at the stove, flipping the chicken that he’s sautéing, when he asks.
“So,” he starts, “Do you still wanna fuck me?”
Thankfully, he’s so focused on the chicken that he doesn’t see the red wine that Chenle had been about to swallow dribble out of his mouth.
“Um,” he chokes out, wiping his chin, “Yeah? I wasn’t sure that was still on the table, honestly.”
“It is. I’ve just been… preparing myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve bottomed. I had to make sure it was something I could still do without it hurting too much,” Jaemin responds. It takes a few moments for Chenle to catch his meaning.
“Wait– so you’ve been–? When?” Chenle asks, a pang of arousal flooding his body.
“While you’re at work,” Jaemin explains, taking the now finished pot of rice off the stove.
“And… Can you?” Chenle asks, reeling at the idea of him sitting clueless at his desk for all these weeks while Jaemin was at home preparing himself for Chenle’s cock.
Finally, Jaemin decides to look over. “Yes. It’s still not my favorite thing in the world, but I can do it.”
The confession gives Chenle pause.
“Jaemin, I know I asked for it, but if you really don’t like it, you know you don’t have to, right? I love our sex life, I love when you fuck me. Changing it up would be fun, yeah, but it’s not something I need, ” he explains. Jaemin comes over and presses a sweet kiss against his lips.
“My lovely husband. I know, don’t worry. This is something I want to do,” Jaemin reassures him.
“And not just because of me?” Chenle questions. Jaemin shakes his head.
“No, cutie, not just because of you. I think it’ll be fun.”
Chenle’s heart begins to race again. “Yeah?”
“Mm, yeah. You haven’t topped in so long, I know you’re gonna be useless at it. It’s just gonna be another way for me to remind you how pathetic you are.”
Chenle’s shocked into silence, pink flooding his cheeks. Jaemin just smiles wickedly and turns off the stove.
“Dinner’s ready, beloved. If you eat well, I’ll let you have your dessert right after.”
Chenle practically jumps out of his chair.
Despite Jaemin’s taunts, dinner is pretty relaxed. Whatever new Mediterranean-inspired recipe Jaemin made turned out really well, so Chenle spends the first five minutes showering him with compliments. They’d both had a busy week, so they take their time catching up, trading stories and sharing whatever new gossip they’ve heard from their mutual friends. It isn’t until later, when Chenle’s washing up, that he’s reminded of Jaemin’s earlier promise.
“Chenle,” Jaemin says, sidling himself up against Chenle’s back. He’ll never get over how much Jaemin’s body dwarfs his own. “Your lovely wife made you such a nice dinner. Don’t you think he deserves a reward?”
He noses at the back of Chenle’s neck, sending shivers down his entire body.
His voice is hoarse when he answers. “Of course, princess. Anything for you.”
He turns around in Jaemin’s embrace and is met with his smiling face, eyes darkened with lust. The kiss that Jaemin gives him isn’t sweet like earlier; it’s rough, possessive. It’s a reminder of who’s in charge.
The two of them stumble to their bedroom like a pair of giddy teenagers. He and Jaemin have been together for a long time – dated for five years and married for four – but one of the things Chenle loves most about sex with him is that it’s still so fun . No matter what they do, if it’s sleepy handjobs after a long day or if they’re doing an elaborate scene, they always have fun. Not many can say that after nearly ten years together. It’s been so long since they’ve done this that it’s practically new, but Chenle doesn’t feel an ounce of nerves. Why would he, with Jaemin?
When they get to the bedroom, it’s Chenle pushing Jaemin down onto their mattress, a reversal of their usual dynamic. Chenle may be the one looking down, watching Jaemin spread his legs for him, but he’s not delusional enough to think he’s the one with the power here.
“You gonna do something, baby, or are you just gonna watch?” Jaemin asks. Chenle starts to unbutton his shirt, unchanged from work, while Jaemin gazes up at him. His belt follows, then his watch, which he places gently on their vanity before refocusing his attention on Jaemin.
He grips his thighs, feeling the thick muscles through the thin linen pants he always wears at home. He moves his hands up towards his hips, grinds his palm against where Jaemin is already beginning to harden. He trails them up to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. Jaemin, uncharacteristically obedient, sits up and lets Chenle pull it off of him.
While Chenle loves every part of Jaemin’s body, from his smile to his dick to his weirdly-shaped toes, the both of them are well-aware that he has a favorite. He throws Jaemin’s shirt to the side, finally free to grope at his chest to his heart’s content.
“My wife has such nice tits,” he says, leaning in to take a nipple into his mouth.
Jaemin hums and caresses the back of his head. “I know, aren’t you so lucky?”
Chenle can do nothing but nod, moving over to give equal attention to Jaemin’s other pec. Jaemin's nipples aren’t even that sensitive, not like his own, but Jaemin is always kind enough to entertain his obsession. He lets him worship for a few more minutes before he’s tugging on Chenle’s hair, forcing him to look up.
“That’s enough of that, don’t you think?” Jaemin asks, tone flat and disinterested. “I’m getting bored.”
“‘M sorry,” Chenle says. He’s embarrassed to notice that while he’s now straining against his slacks, Jaemin is barely harder than he was a few minutes ago. Unfortunately, the embarrassment does nothing to soften him up. “What can I do?”
“Well, you wanted to fuck me so bad. Get to it,” he says. Chenle isn’t stupid enough to do anything but obey.
He slides Jaemin’s pants off. He’s not wearing underwear, because he never is, so Chenle is immediately faced with the sight of his still mostly-soft cock laying in the crease of his hip. His mouth waters, and he momentarily mourns that it won’t be going inside him tonight. He can feel Jaemin’s predatory gaze, waiting for him to slip up, so he slides Jaemin’s legs even further apart and pretends he can’t feel himself hardening even more. He dips his hand in between Jaemin’s legs, ready to give him a few exploratory touches before he reaches into their bedside table for the lube, but is shocked to find that he’s already open and wet.
Chenle’s heart drops to his stomach. He was turned on before, but the realization that Jaemin has been prepped and ready for him to just slide in all night has him feeling dizzy with arousal. His entire body feels like it’s on fire. He can feel Jaemin’s eyes on him, but is too scared to look up; he’s an unsuspecting bird seconds away from capture by the jaws of a tiger.
When he finally gathers the courage, he’s met with Jaemin’s amused expression, clearly having anticipated Chenle’s reaction.
“You got me so wet,” Jaemin says. “Are you gonna be a good husband, now?”
Chenle whimpers, unable to control himself, and a smile momentarily cracks Jaemin’s façade. Chenle grabs a condom, because even though it’s been years since he topped he remembers how much Jaemin hates the feeling of cum inside him, and shakily rolls it onto himself. He adds more lube for good measure, and Jaemin watches. Chenle looks up at him, wordlessly asking for any sort of direction, and Jaemin spreads his legs even further apart in answer.
Chenle tries not to shake as he presses his cock against Jaemin’s hole, throwing another glance up at him for last minute reassurance. Jaemin just stares, silent and unwavering.
It’s been so long since Chenle’s been inside Jaemin like this that he’s completely forgotten what it felt like. He whines after the head pops in, wholly unprepared for how tight Jaemin feels around him. He goes slow, because it’s been a while for Jaemin too, rubbing his hip soothingly like Jaemin always does for him. He shudders out a breath when he finally bottoms out, doing everything in his power not to bust immediately.
“Does it feel okay?” he asks. Jaemin sighs, and arousal cuts through Chenle like a knife.
“It’s fine. It’s not like your dick is big enough to do much damage. You can move.”
His phrases are all short, tone curt and somewhat put-out. And he’s lying, too, Chenle’s dick isn’t even small, but shame still washes over him.
He’s proud to say that his thrusts aren’t as shaky as he thought they’d be, relatively controlled and precise. As he’s gotten older, he’s started going to the gym a bit more, his exercise of sex and walking everywhere no longer enough to keep him as fit as he’d like to be after he hit thirty, so he has a decent amount more muscle mass than he did when he was younger. His stamina in bed is usually great, he can ride Jaemin for an hour on a good day, but he was worried that topping wouldn’t be the same. He thinks he’s keeping a pretty good pace.
Of course, Jaemin can probably sense his gaining confidence, and makes sure to knock him right back down.
“Is that all you got, Chenle? A couple half-decent thrusts and you’re already feeling good about yourself?” Jaemin spits, seemingly unaffected other than how his cock now lays hard on his stomach.
Chenle’s hips stutter, caught off-guard. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll go faster.”
Jaemin’s gaze burns into him as he picks up the pace, keeping him on his toes. His eyes are fiery, intense, and Chenle knows that whatever Jaemin is planning to say next is going to hurt.
“All I ask is for my husband to be able to fuck me well, is that too much?” When Chenle doesn’t respond, he doubles down. “I said , is that too much, Chenle?”
“No, no, it’s not, I can do it.”
“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t feel like it. What am I supposed to do with a husband who can’t please me?” Jaemin says, wrapping his legs around Chenle’s back, goading him to move faster. “Maybe I should leave you for a real man, Chenle. One who has a working fucking cock. Do you think I should?”
Sweat is dripping down Chenle’s temples at this point, sliding down onto his neck. The more Jaemin talks the closer he feels, and Chenle’s heart skips a beat thinking about what Jaemin will do to him if he comes too early.
“N-no, Jaemin, please. Don’t leave me. I can make you feel good. I can be a good husband,” he stutters out, desperate to please. Jaemin just scoffs.
“Please. A good husband wouldn’t have put that condom on, would’ve done his duty and fucked his wife raw like he’s supposed to. How are you supposed to knock me up with that thing wrapped around that pathetic dick of yours?” Jaemin sneers.
If Chenle was hanging on by a thread before, Jaemin’s words have him halfway over the edge already. He makes a sound so pained he barely even realizes it’s coming from his own mouth.
“I’ll do it, please, Jaemin, I’ll do anything,” he babbles, his hips rapidly losing rhythm.
“I don’t know what I expected. I thought maybe , for once, you could fucking pull yourself together and fuck me like I deserve. That you could be a dutiful husband for once in your life. Clearly I was wrong. You’re just a useless, lazy excuse for a man who cries and whimpers after getting his dick wet for two minutes.”
Chenle couldn’t stop himself from coming even if his life depended on it. He’s shaking life a leaf, head tucked into Jaemin’s shoulder, whining as he pumps his hips sloppily, drawing out his orgasm. Jaemin is eerily silent.
“Did you have your fun, Chenle?” Jaemin asks, voice calm. Chenle nods shakily, unable to move.
Before he knows it, he’s lying face down on the bed, Jaemin hovering over him. Without a word, Jaemin delivers a sharp smack to his ass. Chenle whimpers, cock twitching against the sheets despite having come just a minute ago.
“I should get to use you however I want now, since you couldn’t keep it up long enough for me to feel good, don’t you think?” Jaemin asks. Chenle still just nods, unable to speak. He can hear the cap of the lube bottle being opened. “Look at how good you’re being now. You really aren’t good for anything other than lying there and taking it.”
Jaemin bullies two fingers into Chenle’s ass as he speaks, too impatient to ease him into it with one. It’s not like he needs it, anyways. He’s so used to being opened up like this that Jaemin could probably stick his cock in without any prep and he’d be fine. Jaemin isn't that mean, though. At least, not today.
Two fingers becomes three, and before he knows it, Jaemin’s sinking himself inside.
“Feels so fucking good, baby,” Jaemin says, a hand petting the small of his back. “Why would you ever wanna use that useless cock when your hole is always so good? Answer me.”
“I don’t know,” Chenle mumbles. Jaemin coos.
“Aww, it’s okay, baby. You didn’t know better. We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, yeah?” Chenle nods. “God, you look so fucking good like this. I wonder what all your employees would think if they saw their big, bad boss letting his wife fuck him open like this. Do you think they would still respect you if they knew how much of a slut you are?”
“No,” Chenle whispers, a tear dripping down his face. He’s starting to fucking hurt, overstimulated and weak, but he knows that Jaemin doesn’t care. It doesn’t stop Chenle from hardening again where he's pressed against the bed.
“That’s right baby, they wouldn’t. God, when you started talking up at dinner like that, acting like you could fuck me in front of Mark and Jeno… I got so fucking hard underneath that table, just thinking about bending you over in front of them and proving you wrong. Would’ve made sure you knew you weren’t good for anything else other than being a hole for me to fuck. Maybe I would’ve let them fuck you too, would you like that?”
Shame courses through his body. He nods. Jaemin moans, fucking into him faster.
“ Fuck , I knew you would. I’ll invite them over next time, let them take turns using you. Gonna show them how good my husband can be.”
“Please,” Chenle whimpers.
“How are you so cute, lying there begging for your friends to come over and fuck you. God, my perfect baby. I’ll make sure you never have to do any work ever again. Keep you locked in here just for me, all mine.” Jaemin whispers into his ear, pace getting desperate.
Chenle comes for a second time like that, rubbing against the mattress, and Jaemin is quick to follow him. Jaemin pulls out and slumps to the side, breathing heavily. He runs a soothing hand down Chenle’s back.
“Are you feeling okay, baby?” Jaemin responds.
“Euuughh.”
Jaemin snorts. “Did I go too hard?”
Chenle turns his face towards his husband, surely puffed up and teary. “Obviously not. Let’s do that again, please.”
Jaemin smiles then, sweet and loving. Chenle scoots over and tucks himself into his side, humming happily when Jaemin runs a hand through his hair.
“Are you okay?” Chenle asks.
“Yeah. It was hot, and it felt better with you then it did when I was doing it by myself. If you wanna do it more, we can,” Jaemin replies, eyes closed in peaceful bliss.
“Can we do it with less cock shaming and sadism, or is that a prerequisite if you’re gonna bottom?” Chenle asks. Jaemin laughs, a full-bodied one, shaking Chenle where he lays against his chest.
“Mmm, maybe. Were you serious about wanting to have Mark and Jeno fuck you?”
Chenle flushes for what must be the twentieth time that night.
“Maybe.” He admits, sneaking a glance up at Jaemin, who’s smiling down at him like he just won the lottery.
“You’re so cute, baby. I love you,” Jaemin says. Despite all the nasty words Jaemin’s said this evening, Chenle knows he means those the most.
“I love you too, Jaemin. My beautiful wife.”
Jaemin giggles, and picks him up off the bed so they can go shower. He’ll probably have to call off from work again tomorrow, but they’ll survive.
(The next day, Chenle’s lying in bed watching a movie while Jaemin runs errands when his phone lights up with a notification.
Mark
I ran into jaem at the store and asked him why you weren’t at work today… heard you had a fun night lol. wanna meet up after work sometime this week?
Chenle grins.)