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astayinwonderland · 4 months

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Do you think we are about to make a terrible mistake? | Zhong Chenle

pairing: chenle x f.reader

genre: besties to lovers | smut +18 MDNI

summary: chenle has been away for a while and you miss your best friend-- however, everything changes when you realise you might actually love him more than a friend

wc: 2.2k

warnings: mentions and use of alcohol, anxiety, consensual sex, unprotected sex (pls no), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms-- lmk if I forgot anything

It’s 15 minutes past 11, where the fuck is he?

You already texted him twice. You called. The party had already started and your friends wondered if you would make it. Hell, you were wondering if you should just go on your own. But no– you promised you would get there together for old-time’s sake. It’s been a little over a year since Chenle moved out of the country, your days of embracing nothingness together are gone, movie nights are just nostalgic memories, and maybe some words left unspoken. You missed your best friend dearly and even though you often called each other, it was not the same. Not at all. You missed more than his company. You missed his essence, aura, sparkly eyes, smile, and touch…

Your heart suddenly ached. Were you truly in love or is it just the fact that this is the first time you will see him since he left? The thoughts that rudely invade your brain get interrupted by three loud knocks. Running to the door, you can feel the thundering beating of your heart ringing in your ears.

“I know I’m late, I’m sorry…. Please don’t be upset–”

You open the door abruptly and there he is.

Zhong Chenle.

Blue 3-piece suit. His hair graciously falls over his forehead, framing his beautiful face. He gives you the brightest of smiles, your heart skips a bit.

“Don’t hate me. Come here!” he opens his arms to embrace you.

“Shut up,” you throw your arms around him, and suddenly everything is fine. Time has not passed.

His nose lowers to your head and he inhales your scent. This is home to him, he can’t believe he’s been away from you for so long. All he yearns is to keep you close, but doing so means having to accept the fact that he is irremediably in love with you.

Smoke and bright lights danced around the place and the crowd made way for you and the man of the hour apparently. Everyone reaches out to Chenle. Hugs, high fives, praises, and kisses shower him. You can’t help but feel a tad bit jealous. This was supposed to be a fun night for you and your best friend… and your other friends as well. But Chenle is loved, popular, and missed, of course, people would be all over him. You feel silly for suggesting going to the party in the first place.

You’re snapped back to reality when your body crashes into Chenle’s. His hand is possessively placed around your waist. Your audible gasp makes him laugh.

“Where did your mind go, silly?”

“Nowhere, I just wish we were somewhere else. This is not how I envisioned tonight, you know… after spending so much time apart,” you force a smile and feel his thumb caressing you softly. There was something up with him, but to your surprise, you couldn’t read him.

Chenle closes the distance between you too. He's a little too close, his breath fanning on your face. Is he going to–

“Chenle!”

Shiny hair, plump lips, white smile. Her manicured hand was already snaking its way to Chenle’s arm. She looks at you, scanning up and down as if she were trying to figure out who you are.

“Oh, hey! Wh- what are you doing here?” Chenle replies. A kiss on her cheek makes your heart sink.

Chenle’s eyes go from you to the girl and again to you. He is about to introduce you but you suddenly feel like your heart is going to burst out your chest, your palms are sweaty, your eyes getting watery and your ability to breathe fades as you try to fight the feeling.

“I really need to go. Sorry– Nice to meet you,” you say politely. You try not to cry as you make your way out. Chenle watches as you leave, but he feels how his chest tightens more and more with each step you take away from him.

After his third call, you get into the shower hoping that the pain would fade away with the hot water hitting your vulnerable skin. With tears streaming down your face and sobs that echo around your bathroom you finish your shower. You are too exhausted to do anything else but sleep, and your phone has long been forgotten in your purse.

You think you just blinked but in reality, it is a little past 3 a.m. and the faintest sound coming from your door seems to wake you up. In a panic, you rush and open the door to find a sobering Chenle by your door.

“...it was about fucking time you opened that door, silly, I’ve been knocking for hours I thought–”

You cut him off, pulling him in.

“Chenle what the fuck?”

He smiles at your puzzled expression. His hair is a bit messy now, blue suit is wrinkled. You can’t help but wonder if anything happened with the girl in the club.

“I’ve been waiting for hours… I followed you back here but you locked the door. I called you so many times… ” he frowns.

You go to the kitchen and fetch him a water bottle. As he starts drinking it, you find his eyes searching yours… Sparks. No. No. This is your best friend Chenle. Nothing can ever happen between you and your best friend. The one who taught you how to ride a bike, tie your shoelaces, and give the best hugs ever.

“You look so pretty,” he finally says.

“Drink your water, Chenle,” you sigh.

“You do!” he insists.

“Who has she?” and you can’t believe the words that leave your mouth. You weren’t supposed to ask.

“We did a semester together abroad. She is a good classmate that’s all. I never meant to upset you– you are too important…”

You weren’t sure where the conversation was going, but Chenle assumed he talked too much. He puts the water bottle down and makes his way to you. Now you find yourself between your best friend and your bedroom door. The hard wooden surface against your back reminds you that once you cross that threshold with him, your relationship will change forever.

His hands touch your waist, not sure if he has permission to do so, but you welcome him as the drug you need. His lips inches from yours and you pray he will kiss you, but time stops. It’s really only you and him at last like you dreamt of so many restless nights.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something since the moment I came back…”

“Yes?” your voice comes out as a breathless whisper.

“Can I kiss you?”

You can’t even wait to answer him when your lips are already on his. His tongue teases yours and your lips part. He tastes of expensive wine, lust, and love. Chenle moans into your mouth and that is it for you. You want every single inch of you to be consumed by him. You reach out to open the door to your room.

“Please,” you ask.

“How can I say no to you?” he smiles and kisses you once again.

Each second you spend kissing him you feel your skin getting hotter, desire coursing through your veins making you dizzy, and then you feel him carry you. Bride style, his lips never leaving yours. He carefully lowers you onto the bed, his hands now exploring your clothed body, the feeling of sparks under his fingertips making the moment intense, and urgent. Little moans and cries escape you both as Chenle helps you to straddle him. Your delicate fingers move his hair away from his face. The most beautiful man is underneath you, eyes on yours, lips parted. His chest rises and falls, you contemplate him for a moment. He takes your hands into his, everything seems surreal, you have spent countless times in this bedroom but not like this—a new territory.

“Do you think we are about to make a terrible mistake?” your voice is small, you may not want to know what he has to say.

He shakes his head. His hand reaches your cheek.

“Do you?”

Now you shake your head.

“Good. Then kiss me, silly, and don’t stop unless you don’t want to do this–” but you don’t let him finish his thought and your lips already found his.

It is then that you finally understand that he needs you as much as you need him. The pieces of clothing now are forgotten somewhere on your bedroom floor. Every part of you reacting to Chenle’s heavenly but sinful touch. His fingers finally take the only item of clothing left, your panties. He lowers himself, eye level with your wet cunt.

“So pretty,” he murmurs.

His tongue licks your entrance, ending in your clit which he sucks and your soul seems to leave your body as your back arches for him. Your hands immediately reach your breasts increasing the sinful pleasure coursing through you. You feel one of his fingers slide in you with almost no resistance. That’s how aroused you are for him. You gasp and your hips move, making the feeling of his hot mouth on your cunt even better. With his tongue flat on your slit, Chenle’s hands squeeze your thighs, encouraging you to use his face as you please. Only stopping to spit on your throbbing core, he eats you out so deliciously your soft moans turning louder. Legs over his shoulders now, he adds two curling fingers in you.

Again and again, he kicks your clit, his fingers working magic inside you, fogging your brain and heightening the urge to cum for him.

“Fuck! I– I’m–” you can’t think, you can’t speak… and so your orgasm hits you with such intensity you are shaking under him. Your legs turn to jelly. The heavy breathing that follows your cries echo in your ears. Chenle plants one last kiss on your clit and your legs close from the overstimulation.

He lets out a low-pitched chuckle and the vibration travels straight to your clit again.

“You okay?”

You look at him in between your legs. Did this just happen? Your head falls back once more to the pillow. An involuntary laugh escapes your lips. But Chenle knows you, sometimes better than he knows himself he thinks and to him, this moment is making his heart go a million miles an hour. What an honour to have you like this, all fucked out, and all for him.

Little kisses are planted on your thighs, on your lower stomach, your hands, your breasts, until he reaches your face. You giggle in response. His eyes meet yours, and different from what you thought, you are not embarrassed. You want him more than ever, so you kiss him.

“More than okay,” you finally replied.

Reaching south of his body you find his erection already leaking for you. You stroke it slowly, the faintest of moans leaving Chenle’s lips. This is the greatest reward you can get. His breath hitches as your pace gets faster.

“Aaahhh…” a long, whiny moan.

“You like that?”

He nods reassuring you.

You bring his hips lower, aligning his tip with your entrance. In anticipation, your eyes shut but immediately your jaw falls open when Chenle’s cock begins to stretch your needy cunt. Inch after inch, pleasure builds on pleasure and you silently pray the moment never ends when he starts moving in but not completely out of you. Your nails digging into his biceps, loving the way he stretches you out.

“Ch-chenle,”

“I know, I got you,” and he wraps one of your legs around his waist, making his thrusts deeper, his cock dragging against your walls that clench tightly around him.

“Feels so so good,” your hand goes to his head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling slightly.

“Say. That. Again,” he moans.

“It feels so good”.

Chenle buries his face in the crook of your neck. Mild sharp pain fades into pleasure when he bites your skin, licking the now sensitive spot to ease the harsh sensation. You pull his hair once more, this time to make him kiss you. And he does, so lost in passion, so lost in you. The kiss is sloppy, messy, perfect. His thumb presses circles on your clit acting as the perfect trigger for your orgasm. You feel climbing higher and higher, his cock twitching inside you, his hot breath fanning on your face, his lips curving into a smile. Fuck, he is everything.

“Chenle! Fuck… ah!” you cum for him.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” he repeats as a broken record as he pulls out and cums letting out a high-pitched moan that you will remember for the rest of your life.

Chenle kisses your face, your hands, and helps you clean up. However, you didn’t exchange a word then. Now, you find yourselves back in bed, still naked. His arm around your waist, your head on his chest. His heartbeat is a love poem itself.

“You know,” he breaks the silence. “I don’t ever want to say hello or leave without kissing you… I guess what I’m trying to say is–”

You kiss him. It’s a long kiss, your lips pressed against his. Everything feels just right like it’s meant to be.

“I really like you, Chenle,” you whisper, somewhat scared of what he will say back.

“I really really like you too, silly,” he smiles.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I hope enjoyed this :3 ~ masterlist

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jenosbigtoe · 6 months

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mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: best friend!zhong chenle x naive!reader

warnings: breeding, unprotected sex, mating press (i have a serious problem)

“mating press? what’s that?” you looked up at chenle so innocently, not a single indication of knowing the lewd thoughts running through his mind.

you were just so sweet. his innocent, naive little best friend. batting your pretty eyes at him, teasing him so naively not knowing what you do to him.

“yes, baby. mating press. ever heard of it?” chenle smirked.

you shook your head, slowly, eyes wide with confusion. “no… i don’t think so… is it like a video game? or a movie?”

“oh no, baby. let me just show you. i think you’ll understand better if i demonstrate.” he gently tugged on your arm to lead you back to his room.

and next thing you knew, your best friend’s cock was drilling deep into your tight little hole. his weight pressed you down into the mattress, his cock bottoming out so deep inside. your legs dangled helplessly from his shoulder as he pinned you down and kept you from squirming. you’d never felt so full and so good.

“o-oh! ch-chenle!!” you screamed out, clawing angry red marks down his back.

“you like? you like it, baby?” chenle panted, hips driving so hard against yours, leaving your pussy achy and leaking all over.

“ch-chenle, please! love it so so much!! more, more!!”

god he just loved seeing you like this. his innocent, sweet little best friend melted to ruins underneath his cock and powerful thrusts into your pretty pussy.

“fuck, baby, m gonna cum. let me cum inside, hm baby? let me breed this pussy?”

“y-yes yes please!! chenle please more more!”

your best friend just knew so much more about the world than you do. what would you ever do without him by your side?

a/n: inspired by those ridiculous mating press hentai comic panels

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct dream #zhong chenle x reader #chenle #zhong chenle #chenle x reader #chenle smut

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ohmygs-blog · 7 months

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i am so delusional for chenle rn its 2:11 am and im thinking ab him could i please request him spoiling his gf with like tons of gifts and his s/o feels guilty in a way?? u are probs my fav blog on tumblr ily sm and i have re read all of ur works atleast 3 times <33😽💐 ( could i request smth else if u are ok w it??, if u are fine w it i will send it in another ask bc i dont want to overwhelm u i have too many ideas in my tiny delusional little brain)

bf chenle spoiling you.

thank you so much <3 ofc request anything you want !!

sorry it took me a while but i hope you like !!

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taetr4ck · 12 days

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also I shall send in my first request 😔☝️

I don't think you've done chenle bf texts yet so how about trying those. Or jisung (nct) texts. You can pick either!!

-☄️

CHENLE AND JISUNG BF TEXTS !

bf! chenle x reader, bf! jisung x reader. brief mentions of 'girl' — fluff, crack. taglist form.

a/n : omg i giggled when i got ur request !!!! twirls hair... i don't think i've done some bf texts for them yet so here i am !! did both of them because they're so cute & ilysm 🤞🏻 i hope this is to your liking <3

taglist : @wonootnoot @haechansbbg @bath1lda @jkbabiey @k-labels

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

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ronjunnie · 10 days

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CHENLE FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

SERIES

arcane

ONESHOTS

see my sea (m) (20k)

eleventh (18.2k)

i still love you (17.4k)

tuition and fees (17.4k)

furthering away in the sky (6.1k)

koala (1.0k)

TIMESTAMPS

1:52 pm

3:00 pm

5:18 pm

8:23

8:24 am

8:53 pm

12:18 am

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hyuckwrlds · 16 days

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>> just like this

wc: 551 walk with you

It was a bad idea to go out tonight. It was a bad idea to respond to Chenle’s text at midnight and it was a bad idea to meet him when you work early tomorrow morning.

It was even worse idea to go without a jacket.

Because now, you’re stuck trying to keep up with him while he books it towards some new restaurant down the street, your arms wrapped around your body in an attempt to stay warm. Your flimsy, old sweatshirt wasn’t any help and while you could’ve asked him to turn back, you don’t. After seeing his excitement over a plate of fried rice, you figured that a few minutes in the cold wouldn’t hurt anyway.

“How much farther?” you ask, tugging the cuffs of your sleeves over your hands.

“It’s two more streets—” he starts, pausing once he sees you. He stops completely. “Where’s your jacket? I told you we were gonna walk there.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine—”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hold out for another ten minutes.”

“No, you can’t,” he scolds, looking down to fish something from the pockets of his sweatpants. “Here, take my heat pack. I’d give you my hoodie but I’m not wearing anything under it.”

He offers you the item and you take it, sheepishly. In the months you’ve known Chenle, you rarely get to see this side of him. You would’ve expected him to be making fun of you by now but instead, your cheeks are burning at his concern. Your gaze falls to your hands and you turn the heat pack between your palms.

“Does that help?” he asks, earnestly.

You look at him after a moment. “Chenle.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s cold.”

He blinks, reaching out to take the pack and feel its surface for himself. His brows furrow as he mumbles. “I swear it was still warm just a second ago.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, waving it off. Bouncing on your feet to generate some heat, you gesture back down the street. “Let’s just keep walking. I’ll be okay once we’re inside somewhere.”

You start walking again, taking a few steps ahead of him before he calls your name, stopping you in your tracks. Something in the air shifts when you turn to look at him, though you can’t tell what. He stands in the same spot.

“We’ll be late—” you begin.

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?”

Without saying anything else, he walks over to stand in front of you and holds out a hand. You don’t make a move right away, so he gently takes your wrist. His gaze meets yours with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him before and when he laces his fingers with yours, you let him.

He raises a brow. It’s an unspoken question asked before he tucks your intertwined hands into the soft pocket of his hoodie. Something in your chest alights with warmth.

He swallows. “Does that help?”

For a moment, you consider yourself lucky that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. You nod. “Yeah.”

The start of a smile tugs the corner of his lips and as he leads you back down the street once more, your hand nestled tight in his, you decide that maybe things aren’t so bad, after all.

#chenle x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #chenle fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle scenarios #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles #zhong chenle x reader #hyuckwrlds #idk how i feel about this one but oh well!#chenle ily

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hansolsticio · 1 month

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ᝰ.ᐟ zhong chenle — "pedido".

— namorado mimadinho ! chenle × leitora — gênero: smut. — conteúdo/avisos: lele riquinho, burguês safado e mandão, a leitora é a primeira namoradinha dele, resquícios de um chenle tímido, linguagem imprópria, penetração, sexo desprotegido (não!!), exibicionismo (?), ciúmes ♡, o jisung ele... — word count: 2612. — nota da autora: a energia de quem nunca tocou uma mulher na vida, ô delícia.

Zhong Chenle era um homem mimado, não havia como negar. Talvez por ter crescido com um padrão de vida extremamente alto ou pelo fato de sempre conseguir tudo o que queria sem levantar um dedo sequer — tudo cortesia da criação que teve de sua família. Durante toda a infância e adolescência, Chenle foi extremamente paparicado por todos a sua volta e o fato de ser o irmão mais novo só agravou a situação.

Quando finalmente saiu da casa de seus pais e resolveu enfrentar a vida, Chenle deu de cara na parede. Descobrir que o mundo não girava em torno das vontades dele, foi uma verdade complicada de se engolir. É claro que os amigos que fez nos quatro anos de faculdade ajudaram muito nesse quesito. Por mais que compartilhassem quase a mesma idade, os meninos tinham mais "cabeça" que o Zhong. Porém, se questionado, o chinês afirmaria que você foi, com toda a certeza do mundo, a maior catalisadora de toda a transformação que ele experienciou.

Chenle sequer sabe dizer como te conquistou. No começo, você o detestava. O jeitinho egocêntrico e vaidoso te fazia evitar a presença dele a todo custo. Mas o Zhong se forçou a mudar e boa parte do que mudou foi por sua causa, para conseguir ser seu. O tempo de convivência com o homem te rendeu conhecimento suficiente para descobrir que Chenle não era esse monstro cruel e egoísta que as pessoas pintavam, mas sim uma pessoa boa que, infelizmente, cresceu com hábitos ruins. Você aprendeu a amar o seu Lele do jeitinho que ele era, mesmo com toda a manha e teimosia. Assim como Chenle se viu completamente obcecado por você desde o início, você era a primeira namorada dele (e, se dependesse do moreno, a futura esposa).

Sendo o primeiro relacionamento sério de Chenle, você entendia que era normal que seu namorado tivesse alguns problemas no quesito comunicação. Não esperava que ele fosse perfeito, ninguém era. Mas, mesmo assim, tentava estimular esse traço nele e sabia que ele se esforçava ao máximo, pois a comunicação entre vocês já havia melhorado bastante. Porém, existia um aspecto que não mudava de jeito nenhum: Chenle não sabia pedir.

Você não conseguia compreender qual era o real motivo por trás disso. Já havia teorizado que talvez fosse pelo fato dele nunca ter precisado pedir nada a ninguém, pois tinha tudo entregue direto nas próprias mãos. Segundo o que você ouvia o próprio Chenle falar, era como se os pais do Zhong tivessem passado a infância dele praticamente lendo os pensamentos do garoto — o que não era nada saudável. Outra hipótese está relacionada ao fato você ser a primeira namorada dele, pode ser que ele só não esteja acostumado com toda essa coisa de namorar.

A sorte de Chenle é que você era uma ótima namorada. Iria ensinar o moreninho a se comunicar e entender que expressar as próprias vontades e pensamentos verbalmente é algo muito importante para que o relacionamento de vocês funcione. O Zhong iria aprender, nem que para isso você tivesse que 'torturar' ele um pouquinho.

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Chenle acordou totalmente atordoado, a testa suada fazia alguns fios de cabelo grudarem nela, sentia o corpo esquentando. Escaneou mentalmente o próprio corpo e não demorou muito para entender de onde vinha toda aquela agitação: ele estava completamente duro. Sequer sabia o que havia acontecido para chegar naquele estado, o pau pulsando deixava os pensamentos nublados. Não conseguia pensar em nada, só tinha certeza que precisava de você. Sua ausência na cama fez o rosto se contorcer em desapontamento. Se levantou afobado, te procurou no banheiro e em todas as salas que conseguiu se lembrar, deixando por último o mais óbvio e certeiro dos cômodos: a cozinha. Te achou de costas para a porta e de frente para a ilha de mármore, provavelmente deveria estar tomando café da manhã. O short curtinho, que geralmente usava como pijama, não dava abertura para que Chenle olhasse para outra coisa.

"Que susto!", seu corpo deu um salto assim que o moreninho te envolveu num abraço sem aviso prévio. "Tá querendo me matar, Lele?", brincou, ainda sentido o coração palpitar.

"Por que 'cê não 'tá na cama?", birrento, como sempre era quando tinha que acordar cedo.

"Nossa nem um 'bom dia, amor'?", ironizou. "Senti fome. Não posso?", deu mais um gole na xícara de café.

"Não. Quero você comigo.", Chenle sabia que estava soando mais carente que o normal, mas ele tinha motivo para isso. Enfiou o rosto na curva do seu pescoço, os braços te apertaram mais, como se ele quisesse fundir seu corpo no dele. Se você não havia sentido a ereção ainda, agora você definitivamente sentiu.

"Eu dormi com você, Lele. Não foi suficiente?"

"Não. Nunca é.", roçava o narizinho no seu pescoço, rezando para que você entendesse o que ele queria.

"E o que mais você quer?", você definitivamente sabia, mas isso não significava que daria assim tão fácil, não se ele não pedisse direito.

"Já disse. Quero você.", era uma boa resposta, mas ainda não era o suficiente.

"Eu 'tô aqui, Chenle.", você não iria negar, gostava muito de quando seu namorado ficava todo afobadinho por te querer e não saber como falar.

"Vem dormir comigo.", já te puxava para sair da cozinha. Mas estava claro que ele queria tudo, menos dormir.

"Eu não tô com sono, Lele.", se desvencilhou do aperto. Você alongaria essa situação o quanto pudesse, Chenle era adorável quando estava nesse estado. "E aliás, eu preciso ir, amor. Marquei um almoço com as meninas lá em casa e nem arrumei nada ainda.", o rostinho de decepção foi impagável.

"Não tem como remarcar?"

"Não posso, Lele. 'Cê sabe que é muito difícil a gente ter tempo 'pra se encontrar. Só deu certo hoje, prefiro não arriscar.", nesse ponto não era mais você testando a paciência do Zhong, suas amigas realmente eram muito enroladas. Chenle não conseguiu esconder a frustração. "Não faz essa cara, amorzinho. O Jisung não ia vir aqui hoje de tarde? Achei que vocês também tivessem marcado algo.", refrescou a memória do seu namorado que sequer parecia lembrar disso — afinal ele estava muito ocupado pensando com a cabeça errada.

"A gente marcou sim.", já se aproximava de você novamente. "Mas ele não vai ficar aqui 'pra sempre...", as mãos não conseguiam ficar longe da sua cintura por mais de cinco minutos. "Cê vem pra cá depois que terminar, não vem?", roçava a boquinha na sua. Se ele não ia te ter agora, Chenle pelo menos garantiria a oportunidade de ter você mais tarde.

"Não sei, Lele. Tenho que terminar uns relatórios também.", argumentou.

"Termina aqui.", selou o cantinho do seus lábios.

"Você é tão teimoso! Mal fiquei no meu apartamento essa semana, nem parece que eu moro lá.", você brincou. Mas era sério, se Chenle pudesse, ele te monopolizaria todos os dias.

"Você que é teimosa. Já disse 'pra vir morar comigo.", revirou os olhos.

"E eu já te disse que é cedo demais 'pra isso.", seu namorado te fazia aquela proposta pelo menos umas duas vezes por dia.

"E daí?"

"Não vou discutir com você. Posso ir 'pra casa agora?", a pergunta era puro sarcasmo.

"Você ainda não me respondeu se vem 'pra cá depois.", muito insistente.

"Não sei se vou ter energia, Lele..."

"Eu mando o motorista ir te buscar.", beijava o seu pescoço bem lentinho. "Quero você aqui.", a posição abafava a voz dengosa. "Vai mesmo dizer 'não' pra mim, amor?", levantou para te olhar nos olhos.

"Você é insuportável.", Chenle sorriu porque já sabia a sua resposta.

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Era final de tarde quando você finalmente voltou. A essa altura Chenle já achava ter quebrado recorde de mais banhos gelados tomados no mesmo dia. Se recusava a resolver o problema sozinho, sabia que só o toque dele não era suficiente para deixá-lo satisfeito, precisava de você. Acabava de sair do chuveiro pela enésima vez, mas foi só dar de cara com você sentadinha na cama dele que o Zhong sentiu o próprio corpo esquentar novamente.

"Oi, Lele. Achei que o Jisung já estivesse aqui.", deu um sorrisão para o seu namorado, que só conseguia reparar no quão curta a sua saia era.

O cérebro de Chenle finalmente "clicou": ele não precisaria pedir nada se ele te provocasse até você querer também, assim iria parecer que a ideia foi sua. O Zhong se sentia um grande gênio.

Praticamente pulou em cima de você, nem se preocupando em ir vestir outra coisa que não a toalha presa na cintura. Usou uma das mãos para segurar seu maxilar, se empenhando em te dar um beijo quente — do mesmo jeitinho que fazia sempre que estava dentro de você. Beijava lentinho, inclinava a cabeça para conseguir sorver seu lábio inferior. O aperto firme no seu queixo te deixava estática, à mercê dos toques de Chenle. Encaixou a linguinha molhada entre os seus lábios, sorrindo descarado quando te ouviu arfar.

"Lele-", você disse contra os lábios dele.

"Quietinha.", já te empurrava para deitar em cima do seu corpo. Você sentia as mãos te apalpando sem timidez alguma, se ele ao menos fosse atrevido assim com as palavras já teria ganhado o que queria faz muito tempo. Chenle se sentia sobrecarregado agora que podia tocar seu corpo, suspirava manhosinho só de pensar no que iria fazer com você. Os dedos habilidosos já subiam para brincar com seus seios, era chegado o momento de tentar "treinar" o seu namorado.

"Chenle...", não disse nada além disso. Segurou os pulsos dele, esperando que ele entendesse a deixa.

"De novo isso?", a expressão incrédula quase te fez rir.

"Sim. De novo."

"Para com essa palhaçada, amor. É tão difícil assim só fazer?", o Zhong seria o homem mais feliz do mundo se você desistisse dessa sua obsessão em 'adestrá-lo'.

"Eu que te pergunto. É tão difícil assim pedir?", ele desviou o rosto. Se pudesse cobriria as orelhas e repetiria 'lalalala' até você parar. "Vai, Lele. Por favor... 'cê sabe que eu gosto quando você fala.", Chenle sentiu o próprio rosto esquentar, achava que nunca se acostumaria com isso, não importa quantas vezes fizesse. Poxa, de onde vinha essa sua fixação em ouvir ele dizendo essas coisas?

"Por favor.", murmurou sem sequer olhar na sua direção, tão baixinho, você quase não ouviu.

"Diz olhando pra mim, amor.", o homem bufou. Aonde é que ele foi se meter? Virou o rostinho lentamente, mas perdeu toda a coragem assim que te olhou nos olhos. Te abraçou para não deixar você conseguir vê-lo, o próprio Zhong não sabia explicar porque ficava tão embaraçado nesses momentos. Você segurou a risada, não queria deixá-lo ainda mais encabulado com a situação. "Pede 'pra me comer, Lele.", sussurrou ao pé do ouvido, sentindo o homem te apertar mais, roçando o quadril na sua coxa. Resolveu não forçar mais a barra. "Tira minha calcinha e me fode, amor.", o homem se sentiu pulsar com a ordem.

Praticamente saltou da cama apressado. Jogou a toalha no chão e a sua calcinha tomou o mesmo rumo num piscar de olhos. Você abriu as pernas com um sorrisinho depravado, amava ver o quão atordoado Chenle ficava com tão pouca coisa. Tudo que o homem 'reprimia' nas palavras ele parecia não conter com os toques, tateava seu corpo sem hesitar. As mãos já haviam achado o caminho para debaixo da sua blusa, brincava com seus seios enquanto a boca habilidosa sugava os biquinhos por cima do tecido delicado. Esfregava a ereção no meio das suas pernas sem pudor algum, a glande meladinha fazendo um carinho gostoso no seu pontinho.

"Lele, por favor...", honestamente você não via a hora de finalmente ter ele, não parava de pensar nisso desde o acontecimento na cozinha. Chenle também não conseguia mais esperar, você era a única coisa na cabeça dele desde o momento em que ele acordou. Entrou devagarinho, usando a mão para guiar. Ver a expressão sofrida do seu namorado, que franzia a testa e soltava um ou dois palavrões enquanto falava do quão apertada você estava, só te estimulava a apertá-lo ainda mais — não que ele estivesse reclamando, mas achava que não duraria nada dentro de você. Ondulava os quadris sem pressa, tentando se controlar, queria que o momento durasse. Forçava a abertura das suas coxas com as mãos, indo o mais fundo que conseguia. Era torturante, sentia a cabecinha resvalar num catinho muito específico — e sabia que Chenle também sentia, pois fazia questão de acertar ali em todas as estocadas.

"Mais rápido, Lele... por favor.", você pediu entre arfares manhosos. Viu Chenle sorrir, isso era um 'não'. Mas ele não seria tão maldoso assim. Sentiu dois dedos brincando com seu pontinho, você ficou mais apertada com o estímulo e ele não conteve o grunhido. O ruído molhado era explícito, se misturando com seus gemidos assim que seu namorado passou a meter com mais necessidade — ele sustentava uma expressão concentrada, mas não conseguia esconder o tesão.

"Chenle?", a voz soou atrás da porta. Droga. O Jisung. Antes mesmo que fosse capaz de reagir, você sentiu a mão do homem encobrir seus lábios. Chenle se amaldiçoava por ainda não ter trocado o código da portaria eletrônica.

"Que?", ele respondeu claramente irritado. Poxa, o Ji nem tinha culpa.

"Te achei! Jurei que 'cê tinha saído de casa. Posso entrar?"

"Não!", ele respondeu prontamente. A irritação ficando cada vez mais evidente, isso te excitava — por algum motivo que você ainda não havia descoberto. "Me espera na sa- Ah!", Chenle te olhou completamente incrédulo. De todos os momentos possíveis, você resolveu escolher esse pra rebolar no pau dele? Inacreditável. "Na sala de jogos.", finalmente completou.

"Belê.", Jisung respondeu, os passos se afastando pelo corredor.

"Você tá maluca?", ele te questionou num sussurro, censurando suas ações. A mão saindo do seu rosto, ele provavelmente queria uma resposta. Você não sabia o que responder, rebolava mais ainda e mordia o lábio em excitação. O homem não conseguiu segurar os movimentos do próprio quadril, ainda queria gozar. "Por que 'cê tá agindo assim, hm? Gostou de saber que ele podia te ouvir?", seu corpo arqueou, gozando quase que imediatamente com a sugestão. Chenle tinha a resposta dele.

Seus olhos apertados não conseguiram captar a expressão do mais puro e genuíno ciúme que tomou conta do semblante do seu namorado. Começou a estocar sem dó, agora te fodia para Jisung ouvir. Era completamente irracional e até meio sem sentido, mas Chenle não sabia ser coerente quando assunto era você. Os dedos fincados na sua cintura, você era capaz de sentir as marcas se formando. Não dava para controlar os gemidos, não com Chenle te forçando no pau dele sem controle algum. Choramingava o nome do seu namorado, completamente superestimulada com o orgasmo recente. Sentia a porra dele escorrendo para fora de você, mas ele sequer dava sinais de que iria parar. Só cessando quando te viu mole em cima do colchão, o rostinho completamente atordoado — o homem pulsou com a cena.

"Vou dar um jeito no Jisung e volto 'pra cuidar de você. Tá bom, amor?", te perguntou com todo o jeitinho do mundo, as mãos faziam carinho na suas bochechas — esse era o mesmo homem de 15 segundo atrás?. Você concordou preguiçosa, honestamente não sabe nem se ouviu o que ele te perguntou. Se esforçou ao máximo para retribuir o beijo casto que ele te deu, seu corpo formigava.

A última visão que teve foi a de Chenle se vestindo com a primeira coisa que achou pela frente. O homem te olhava com um sorriso satisfeito, como se sentisse orgulho do estado no qual te deixou — e ele sentia mesmo. Seus olhos pesaram e o sono te arrebatou.

#🧊 ' solie writes.#♡ ' pedido.#nct x reader #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #chenle smut #chenle x reader #zhong chenle x reader

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jaelvr · 24 days

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Seasons

Home | NCT Dream masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 10. “Am I your favourite?” “I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie.” + 31.“I know it’s your favorite.”

Pairing : boyfriend! Chenle x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 400

Warnings : mutual feelings, established relationship, idol au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"Alright, alright." he chuckled softly as Daegal barked, alerting him of the knocks at the door as she spun around in circles. "Hey." you smiled softly as he opened the door, taking in his appearance. You'd decided to pick up his favourite food and surprise Chenle, having not seen him for a few days due to his busy promotions and knowing how stressed he was, this was the best idea you could come up with. "Brought food. I know it's your favourite." you grinned, holding the bag of food from his favourite restaurant. He stood still for a moment, mouth agape in shock before he brought you into his arms, hugging you tightly while he buried his head into your neck.

"You're an angel." he murmured, pressing a gentle peck to your neck. A content hum left your lips as your hand scratched his scalp, pecking his forehead. "Let's go eat before it gets cold, and then we can do whatever you want, yeah?" you mumbled, caressing his cheek. He nodded, stepping aside for you to walk in and taking the bag off you, allowing you to take your coat and shoes off while he set the food up. He felt the tenseness leave his body as he heard your giggles and Daegal immediately ran over, barking and jumping at you, trying to cover you in kisses. "Hi pretty girl." you cooed, bending down to pick her up and stroke her, unaware of the lovestruck gaze on Chenle's face as he watched you two.

"Y'know, I'm starting to think you like her more than you like me." he joked, a soft smile on his face while you put her down. You laughed, shaking your head as you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist and perching your head on his shoulder, watching while he finished dishing the food out. "You're my favourite." you tried to assure, the mischievous smile on your face telling him otherwise. "Am I your favourite?" he asked, eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie.” you admitted, letting out a yelp as he started tickling your sides and covering your face in gentle, sweet kisses.

He wouldn't trade this for the world.

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luvyeni · 8 months

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❛SEVEN DAYS A WEEK❜ ( z. chenle )

p. zhong chenle x fem!reader w. 2.3k+

warnings? oral (m.), unprotected sex , public sex, shower sex, dry humping, dirty talk, squirting , nipple play , filth pure filth and little plot

— 𖦹 ( chenle challenges you to seven days of sex ) !

"do you think we'd be able to fuck everyday for a week?" chenle suddenly walks into your room. "excuse me?" you laughed. "i could — i could fuck you every day , every week for months if you let me." he said. "but that's not the point , do you think you'd be able to have sex for a full week , every single day?"

"where'd you get this idea from?" you asked , he sat down on the bed. "jungkooks new song." he rubbed your calf. "i was listening to it , and i got the thought." you shook your head. "of course you did." you said. "so , can we try it?"

you thought about it , ultimately nodding. "sure , let's try it." you said. "great , let's start now." he pulled you by your leg , climbing on top of you. "no , let's start tomorrow." he rolled his eyes. "don't roll your eyes , you said for a week , the week starts tomorrow."

MONDAY

chenle woke up the next morning , ready to start the day and the new challenge. he decided to start easy , something simple — waking you up by giving ypu head. this was something he did almost every morning anyways so it wouldn't be a surprise to wake up , finding your boyfriend between your legs.

"ch-chenle?" your eyes slowly opened , you could see his head poking from under the blanket. you pulled at the blanket , removing it , his lustful eyes meeting your sleepy one as he licked your folds. "fu-fuck." you moaned.

his nose brushed against your clit , sending shivers up your spine , you grabbed his hair , bucking your hips up into his face. "oh shit , chenle im not gonna last long." you mewled , feeling yourself not about to last long. "fuck , im gonna cum."

he hummed against your cunt , giving you the okay — you wrapped your legs around his head , cumming. "fuck!" you cursed , he pulled away his face covered in your juices. "jesus , you were wetter than usual this morning." he smirked. "were you thinking about the challenge." you slapped his arm.

"shut up."

TUESDAY

you had an early morning at work , you and chenle both work at sm , but you're working with their new boygroup , so you won't see him a lot today and you could tell he was extremely happy about this challenge , and you knew that after work you'd probably would be sleepy and not want to do it — so why not surprise him with morning sex.

you turned , facing your sleeping boyfriend , admiring his bareface , stubble growing from not shaving for a few days. your hand cressed his face , placing a kiss on his cheek , then on his neck — he sighed , eyes still closed. you smiled and kept going , your hand traveling down his stomach to the waistline of his pants.

"yah." his morning voice catching you off gaurd. "if you're trying to get me hard as a fucking rock , mission accomplished." his eyes opened , meeting yours. "you're supposed to be a sleep." you pouted. "i wanted to surprise you." you palmed him through his shorts. "fu-fuck , baby get on top." he groaned.

you took your shirt off , throwing it somewhere , your tits in his face as you climbed into his lap , your clothed heats pressed against each other. you pulled his cock from his pajamas , stroking his cock , hovering over his tip. "sit on it love." he grabbed your waist , sinking you down on his cock. "fu-fuck chenle."

you slowly rocked your hips back and forth , throwing your head back moaning. "fuck your pussy feels so good." he groaned , his hand coming up to squeeze your tits. "s-shit , move faster baby , we don't have a lot of time." his other hands came to your hips , moving you fast , bouncing you up and down on his cock. "fuuuck that's it , keep bouncing on my cock." he groaned. "shit m'not gonna last."

he rubbed your clit in harsh circles. "cum for princess." you kept moving , your orgasm washing over you , you hunched over , your face in his neck as he fucked up into you. "sh-shit gonna fill you up." he groaned. "ngh , fuck!" he held on to your waist as he came in your hole. "shit."

"chenle , you have to let me go , i have to get ready for work." you groaned as he held you. "no i won't see you at all today , i need to feel you somemore."

"chenle we live together."

WEDNESDAY

"chenle im home." you yelled. "in the room." you heard his voice , making your way into the room. "how was your day with your mom?" you nodded. "it was nice , im just ready to shower and go to bed." you took your clothes off.

"can i join?" he asked , standing up. "you never want to shower with me." you eyed him. "you just want to fuck." he smiled sheepishly , you rolled your eyes. "fine let's go." he got undressed , following behind you.

"fu-fuck." chenle moaning as he held you up against the wall , stroking his cock "please put it in." you lined him up with your cunt , sinking down on him , he groaned as his cock filled you up. "fuck you feel so good."

your hands tangled up in his hair , tugging at it as he fucked up into you , water cascading down his back. his plump lips coming around your nipples sucking on them , you mewled. "fu-fuck chenle."

the angle of his cock , hitting your gspot over and over. "ch-chenle , im not gonna last." you moaned , you stomach tightening. "gonna cum princess." he grunted , hitting your spot , you yelped. "yes fuck!"

he sped up his movement , furthering his orgasm. "cum , cum for me." he moaned , your mouth dropping into a 'o' shape as you came. "ngh , fuck!" his head dropped into your neck nipping at it , his balls tightening as he came.

letting you down , helping you wash up. "you're so pretty." you smiled , shoving his shoulder. "you're not getting another round , im tired." you said. "yah , i said that because i love you." you kissed his lips. "im sorry , i love you too."

"i'm willing to get past you putting the water temperature on hell , that's how much i love you."

THURSDAY

another day at work , another day of you working with sm new rookie group. chenle texting you all throughout the day , teasing you , telling you how horny he was , trying to throw you off your game. "(name)." you looked up from your make-up brushes. "it's time for your break , someone will cover your station." you nodded , sitting everything down , making your way out the room.

you were making your way to the cafeteria , when someone suddenly grabbed your arm , dragging you into a closet closing the door. "what fuck?" you finally saw the face. "chenle , what the hell , you scared me." you slapped his shoulder.

"why have you been ignoring my text?" he pushed you against the shelf. "i-im working." you whined as he left little kisses on your neck. "and all you're trying to do is rile me up." he undid his pants , letting them pool at his ankles , lifting you , wrapping your legs around his waist , his cock resting right under your ass.

"pl-please fuck me." you whimpered , he lined his cock up with your cunt , pushing himself inside. "must've worked princess." he smirked thrusting. "cause you're fucking dripping right now."

his thrust was quick and rushed , both of you not having enough time to waste. "fu-fuck , you're moaning so loud , they're gonna hear you being a little slut for me." he grunted , you clenched around you. "fuck , you're little pussy just clenched , you like the idea of people hearing me fuck you like a whore."

"oh my god -fuck- chenle im gonna cum." he knew how loud you'd get when you came , pressing his lips against yours as your eyes rolled to the back of your head , as you came , chenle following after.

he let you down , smirking when your legs wobbled. "i'm glad my pain is your happiness." he helped you clean up , kissing you once again.

"next time answer my text messages."

FRIDAY

"meet me in the bathroom." you mouthed to your boyfriend , who was sitting across the room — getting up , making your way into the restaurants bathroom , keeping the door unlocked , he entered soon after , smirking. "i thought i was sex crazy , but you seem to be getting more out of this challenge than i am."

you rolled your eyes , he locked the door. "please , you're just as sex crazy than i am , if not more." he grabbed your waist , turning you over , bending you over the sink , flipping your skirt up. "no panties?" he slapped your ass. "fuck!" you yelped.

"you made such a mess of your pussy , i bet you were dripping all over the chair." he pulled his pants down. "our friends are right next to you and you're only thinking about getting your pussy stuffed." he didn't waste anytime , slamming his cock into you. "chenle fuck!"

he held your waist , fucking into you , your ass bouncing against him. "fuck such a little slut." he grunted. "letting me fuck you like this." he grabbed your hair , pulling you flush against him. "like a whore in public."

you were moaning so loud , you were certain people would be able to hear. "you're being so loud baby , you have no shame if people hear you moaned for me like this , if our friends hear you screaming my name like this." he growled. "you gonna cum?" you nodded , mewled. "y-yes."

"fucking cum for me." his cock kissed your cervix , you bit your lip hard as you came , legs shaking. "fuck , gonna cum inside you." his cock twitching inside you as he released himself inside you.

he pulled his softening cock out , tucking himself away. "do you think they heard us?" he chuckled.

"even they did , they're gonna find out soon because my cum is dripping down your leg."

SATURDAY

both of you were lowkey tired , these past couple of days you both had been at it — and genuinely you were exhausted , but you still where horny , so you suggested clothed sex. "does dry humping still count as sex?" chenle climbed on top of you.

"do you want to cum tonight?" you said , he got the hint , slotting himself in between your legs , grinding against you , both of you moaning out. "fu-fuck this actually feels good." he sighed.

it wasn't the real thing , but it was just enough stimulations to give you pleasure , his hand coming under your tank top , toying with your nipple. "fu-fuck chenle."

he left little hickey's on your boobs , his hips faltering , the fabric from his sweats rubbing against his cock , giving him more friction , he knew he wasn't gonna last much longer. "fu-fuck im gonna cum." he grunted. "me too."

you both came , heavily breathing and sweaty. "i feel like a fucking teenager , cumming in my pants like this." he grimace. "you seemed to enjoy it a lot, the way you were moaning."

"i didn't say i hated it , i just don't necessarily like the feeling of being covered in cum."

SUNDAY

it was the last day of the challenge and chenle had definitely gotten his energy back , it was both you guys day off , and decided to have a in day. you thought he was trying to be cute , watch movies and eating snacks — no , you were very wrong , he wanted to spend the day just fucking.

it first started waking you up with oral like how he normally did , making you cum on his tongue multiple times , before finally letting you up , wiping his mouth.

then when you were cooking breakfast , he came up behind you , bending you over , fucking you against the kitchen sink , cumming inside you just before the food was done.

you both had cum so many times , you didn't understand where your boyfriend got all this stamina from , by night fall , you were extremely tired , but that didn't stop your chenle from climbing on top of you. "ch-chenle , i can't take anymore." you mewled as kissed your neck.

"one more round baby , i promise." he grinding against your heat. "you see how hard i am for you , please just one more time." you bit your lip , nodding your head. "thank you baby."

he pulled your panties to the side , pushing a finger inside. "you're so wet baby , and full of my cum." he pull his finger out , pressing it against your lips. "open." you open your mouth , his finger pushing inside your mouth. "good girl."

he freed his cock , pulling your panties to the side , slowly pushing his cock into your cunt , you hissed. "ch-chenle." he kissed your lips. "you got it baby , almost there." he groaned as he fully bottomed out. "good job." he praised.

he pulled out , thrusting back inside. "such a good girl , letting me fuck you all week." he grunted. "your poor pussy is all swollen , yet you're still taking me." he sped up his pace. "fu-fuck baby , im not gonna last long." he moaned into your ear.

you could feel your orgasm , your tightening around his cock. "ngh , fuck , fuck." he came inside you , pulling out , rubbing your abused clit. "go a head , cum for princess , make a mess." you were squirming around as he toyed with your clit. "oh , fuck , chenle im cumming!" you screamed , your juices spilling out of you. "fuck that's it , squirt for me." you legs shook as you came down from your orgasm. "jesus that was the hardest you've ever came princess."

he was so gentle afterwards , knowing how sore you were , washing your body and your hair — giving you some alone time , while he got dressed , changing the sheets , coming back to get you , wrapping you in a towel , dressing you in his shirt and some underwear , helping you back into the bed , climbing in next to you , cuddling you.

"so would you do this again." he asked , you looked up at him. "no , absolutely not , we're not having sex for an entire month." he pouted.

"i knew you'd say that."

©️LUVYENI

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1-800-call-ria · 9 months

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okay okay but listen, can u imagine dom chenle being pussydrunk and doing his best not to lose control?what if you guys rlly want to do it, but he ran out of condom but ur like just do it idc just put it inside me. and it was his first time going raw with you so he was overwhelmed with how good your walls feels around him that he alMOST WENT FERAL but he gotta hold back bcs hes much stronger than u he doesnt wanna hurt you BUT YOU FEEL TOO GOOD WHY IS THIS SO SPECIFIC TAKE THIS AWAY FROMME

Dom!Chenle thought #1

Who ever you are I NEED TO KEEP HEARING FROM YOU ( i’m sorry this is so short 😞) . BUT THIS IS MAKING ME FERAL ‼️‼️

pls if you’re a minor dni ||

warning: smut, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this)

It’s right after a concert or performance, he’s hot and bothered (when isn’t he) and you are too.

He doesn’t realize there’s no condoms until it’s too late. He already has you ass up (he’s a butt and thigh man, no one can tell me otherwise) and he’s reaching in the nightstand drawer literally shaking an empty box.

“We have no condoms baby.” He’s already trying to get up and pull up his underwear and pants harshly whispering something about ‘I’ll be right back.’

“Just do it without one…” You say softly, you even smile when he snaps his head to you.

“Y/N, we already talked about this. We can’t just-”

“We can get a day after pill or something.” You finally turn around to fully face him, sitting down on the bed. “I just need you so much right now…”

Honestly it didn’t take much to influence him, because as soon as you said that he pushes you back down whispering the dirtiest things in your ear.

‘I bet you like the idea us doing it raw’

‘You’re such a good girl for letting me fill you up? isn’t that right?’

He can’t let loose or else he is going to leave bruises on your hips. Literally having you cry on cock because it just feels so good. It’s his first time and he’s never knew that having raw sex would feel THIS good. He thought his members were kidding.

You needed him so much this time. Best believe he’s never going back .

#1-800-call-ria #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct dream smut #chenle smut #nct smut #chenle x reader #zhong chenle x reader #zhong chenle smut

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downbad4mark · 12 days

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✩‧₊*:・cinnamon girl ･:*₊‧✩

(zhong chenle x reader)

a/n: love this song, need to stop thinking about chenle tho

wc: 647

"there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live."

the city lights twinkled outside the window as you sat beside chenle on his couch. despite the serene atmosphere, a storm raged within your heart, threatening to spill the words you had long kept hidden.

chenle, completely oblivious to the turmoil brewing within you, leaned back against the sofa with a weary sigh, his eyes reflecting the weight of his responsibilities as an idol. it pained you to see him like this, his vibrant spirit dimmed by the relentless demands of his career.

the air hung heavy with unspoken words as you sat beside him, the space between you filled with a tension that seemed to grow with each passing moment. it was a familiar feeling, one that had become woven into the fabric of your relationship, or lack thereof.

you watched as he absentmindedly observed the pre-recorded basketball game on his tv, his brow furrowed in concentration. his eyes were glued to the tv screen as he fidgeted with his friendship ring and you stole a moment to admire him.

how you longed to tell him the depth of your feelings, to confess the love that had blossomed within your heart since the day you met. despite the comfortable silence that enveloped you, a sense of unease gnawed at your insides, reminding you of the boundaries that separated you from him.

it felt weird, you thought, to be in this limbo between friendship and something more. you and chenle didn't do the things that friends would normally do – there were the late-night strolls through the park, the gentle rustle of leaves accompanying the soft murmur of your voices as you shared your hopes and dreams beneath the starlit sky, completed with stolen kisses that he liked to tease you about. chenle's laughter echoed through the darkness, a melody that filled your heart with a warmth you could scarcely describe. there were the impromptu visits to your home, where you would spend hours lost in conversation, cuddled up in bed with each other, the world outside fading into oblivion as you revelled in each other's presence. chenle's smile, so bright and infectious, never failed to lift your spirits, banishing the shadows of doubt that lingered at the edges of your mind.

and yet, the connection you shared didn’t go beyond the confines of mere friendship.

but reality brought you to the ground, reminding you of the delicate balance that existed between you. you were just a fleeting presence in his hectic life, comfort in the midst of chaos. to burden him with your feelings now, when he was already burdened with so much, seemed selfish.

so you swallowed the words that threatened to spill from your lips, burying them where they would remain forever unsaid. instead, you offered him a forced smile, a silent reassurance of your unwavering support.

"are you okay, y/n?" chenle's voice pierced through the silence, his gaze searching yours with a hint of concern. “you’re staring, weirdo.”

you nodded, mustering all the strength you had to keep your emotions in check. "i'm fine, lele. just tired."

he reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. "you don't have to pretend with me, you know. i can see it in your eyes. something’s up."

you sighed, heart aching at his words, the truth hanging heavy in the air between you. and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to speak the words that lay heavy on your tongue.

"i'm just worried about you, chenle," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "you work so hard, and i…” you paused.

don’t say those three words.

“...i wish there was more i could do to help."

a flicker of gratitude flashed in his eyes as he squeezed your hand gently. "just being here as my friend is enough, y/n. you have nothing to worry about!" he grinned.

perhaps some words were better left unspoken.

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hi! Just wanted know if I could request cg chenle or jisung taking care of y/n when she regresses in public because of sensory overload? I love your page so cute and helpful! 🥰

whatever you want cg!zhong chenle x f!reader

summary: he just wanted to welcome u back home from ur trip :(

genre & warnings: established relationship, angst, comfort, sensory overload, public regression, non-sexual use of 'daddy'

dni if: sexualize age regression

“Baby, you’ve gotta eat. You didn’t eat anything on the plane or before your flight.”

“Said I’m not hungry.”

“Can you have at least one more bite of rice? Just one.”

Chenle’s nagging whispers tickle the shell of your ear, making you pull away. He doesn’t remove his hand from your waist, nor his eyes off your curled-up figure.

Your friends around the table are too engaged in their conversations to see how you’ve been uncomfortable from the second you walked into the restaurant.

It’s as packed as most barbeque spots would be on Friday nights, with customers shouting for staff help over all the music and talking, and waiters yelling back in that tone that just wrings your brain like a soaked towel. Chairs and stools screech with each move they make on the concrete floor and it makes you wince.

You’re hunched in your seat, covering your mouth with one hand while the other holds one of your elbows pushing against your hips. Your nails dig into your clothes when you feel a sizzling pop of grease too close for comfort, bouncing your feet on your stool’s footrest.

It’s only now that Chenle realizes his plan is flawed. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to invite your friends to go out to eat together the same day you came back from a week-long visit to your parents. Sure, he missed you and to him, there was no better time than one where all his favorite people are there but—

“Don’t wanna…” You groan quietly, bringing your glass of water to your lips just to have something to block Chenle from force-feeding you in public.

It’s not the best time for you.

“Fine. You don’t wanna. I get it.” He whispers, bringing up the hand on your waist to hold your head when he kisses your hair.

Chenle pulls out his phone and unlocks it to check his messages. No new ones, but nobody but you can tell. He clicks his tongue loudly, successfully earning the attention of Mark next to him.

Large, concerned eyes wordlessly ask Chenle if he’s okay to which he nods and seamlessly gives an excuse to let the two of you go home first without ruining the good mood the rest of the group has.

As much as you want to just run out of the restaurant, your boyfriend gives you a familiar, near-mindreading look that you know is telling you to at least wave goodbye. So you do, just as he zips up your bubble coat up up up to your nose and throws the hood on after.

You groan about not being able to see but not sure if Chenle heard it, your hand already in his as he leads you out of the cramped establishment with your purse over your shoulder.

You know it’s annoying, you know it’s wrong, but you just can’t help but complain.

“It’s cold! And loud! And there’s so many people!” Your warm tears are quickly dried out by the winter chill, sparkling under the light like the snow you see collected on a tree nearby.

“I know, baby.” Chenle sniffles, his nose turning pink in the cold. His free hand tinkers with his phone, looking for a nearby taxi.

“I hate restaurants!” You stomp your foot.

“No, you don’t.”

His blunt words leave you quiet, bringing your tantrum to a sudden stop. It’s almost annoying how he doesn’t let your mind wander too far away from reality. Your arms wrap around one of Chenle’s, the embarrassment of your loud outburst catching up to you.

“I don’t…” You admit into his coat’s sleeve. “Didn’t mean it. Sorry.”

“I know you didn’t mean it. My baby girl’s just feeling lots of big feelings right now. I can understand that.” He scratches your head, locking his phone and dropping it into his pocket.

“Like restaurants...” You murmur. “Just not that one.”

“Okay, not that one.” His hand slides down to your jaw, giving you a gentle smile. “Do you want me to get you your headphones?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

The pink headphones Chenle had bought you for your first anniversary are out of your purse and his hands, but he’s not willing to give them up just yet.

“Want it…?”

“Want it please, Daddy.” You bite your lip. In the next second, you feel the plush pillows on your ears muffling the sound of the street. “Sorry…”

“No apology needed, doll. Just wanted to check in and see where you're at.”

You can hear Chenle mutter to himself as time passes on with no available ride in sight, only taxis with LED displays reading ‘unavailable’ mocking the two of you as you stand in the cold.

“How about a walk?”

“…”

“I’ll buy you hot chocolate.”

“…with whipped cream?”

“And marshmallows and chocolate syrup.”

Chenle admits that it was a risk going to that cafe, its little red canopy luring you in. Neither of you had ever gone there before and trying new things usually was reserved for special occasions where in general it had been a good day that has given a lot of energy, not a bad one like today where the seeking for new experiences is at an all-time low. There was just something pushing him to go in, a sort of inexplicable force.

From the outside, you could already tell it was small. The little hole in the wall used small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to successfully bend the rule of ‘not using the big light’.

Like in shows, a bell rings overhead as you two open the door, taking in the smell of freshly ground beans and baked pastries. It’s like a slice of heaven on earth.

There are no other customers, empty booth seats lined up against the wall opposite of where the display case and coffee machines are. Thin glass vases hold up lonely flowers, lightening up the dark oak round tables. You’re busy inspecting the seemingly real vines that hang high on the walls when you feel a gentle nudge to your side.

“For here or to go?” Chenle repeats to you.

“Here.”

You unhook your arm with his to look around further, seeing how the seemingly hand-crafted wood shelves run all around the store, hardcover and paperback books of every genre resting atop them. Your fingers run along the spines, most of the letters all blending into nonsensical scribbles. You don’t mind though, you just like seeing the way the gold lettering on the thick spine of this one dark green book.

“’Peter Pan & Other Classics’…”

Chenle’s sudden voice behind you makes you jump.

“Wanna stay a bit and read?”

“Can we?” Your eyes sparkle.

“It’s Friday night. We can do all your little heart aspires to.” He taps the tip of your nose with his finger. "Absolutely anything you want, doll."

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