#Chenle Drabble

[lov--vey]

A (not-so) lazy Sunday afternoon. Pt.2

Chenle groaning and whining louder than you while eating you out, pulled you out of your thoughts again.

Info: Chenle x female reader, established relationship, switch!chenle, switch!reader 😋

Genre: smut (MDNI)

Content: power play, fingering, oral, dry humping, overstimulation, edging, hand job, riding, basically a lot of filth and only filth <3

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s note: Chenle’s usual whining and cute whiny speech made me light-headed and😵‍💫 resulted in me writing smut for the first time and making a part two for this drabble. Could be read independently but the context would make it cuter🥺 so please read part one as well.

You bit down on his shoulder and he whined into your ear, making your mind go haywire. You kept grinding in hard and slow circles on his lap. His dick was painfully hard and leaking precum inside his boxers as he continued moaning in your neck. He has never held back his sounds even when in control, and you loved that so much about him. His hands dropped to your thighs, grabbing as much as he could and kneading tightly. His grip only got stronger and you felt his cock twitch. He was about to cum in his sweatpants and he didn't seem to mind it at all so you continued. His whines got more lewd as if it was possible. “I'm so c-close. Don't st-stop y/n” he mewled and you made it your mission. “Aah..ah…nngh,” with one very focused excruciating roll of your hips and your teeth sunk on his ear lobe, he came hard in his boxers. His whole body spasmed as you rode him through his high and his nails made little red crescents on the side of your thighs. It hurt but he knew you wouldn't mind it. Not when you made him feel so good. You didn’t stop rolling your hips though, he quickly pulled his face up in panic from where it was nuzzled in your chest. He looked so fucked out, hair messed up where you pulled at it. A little cross-eyed, eyebrows knitted together due to the pain of overstimulation. He was panting hard. So you kissed him, swallowing all his beautiful whimpers. “Y/n stop- too- mch!” He pleaded in between the kisses as best as he could. So you did. Abruptly. You halted all your movements. Pulling back completely. You almost got up and left him there like that. But a hand, held your wrist a little too firmly. And you fell back onto his lap. 

“I- what are you doing?” you asked, breathless. 

“What were you doing, leaving just like that?” He asked in return. 

“You came and told me to stop so I did,” you shrugged, rolling your eyes as you tried to pull your wrist out of his grip so you could leave and clean up. 

He chuckled like a kid as if you were doing the most innocent things and the weird contrast made you clench around nothing. He looked into your eyes with his usual cheshire grin, grazing down to where your crotches met and then to his hand that held your wrist, tighter than needed. He pinned the said wrist to your back and manhandled you into you lying face down on the cushion to his side and your ass up in his lap. You felt panic, the kind of panic when you lose control over a situation. 

“You came and told me to stop so I did”, he mimicked you, mocked you. “Obeying what I said as if you weren't in control at all baby” he dragged his words out in his usual cute whiny tone which you hated but loved so much. Sometimes it was so pure and childlike that it made you wanna coo at him but at times like this, it was so malicious, it turned you on. A quick smack to your clothed pussy jolted you out of your thoughts and your hole clenched around nothing again. Chenle chuckled as if he knew, he probably did, and adjusted himself at your back so that he was facing your ass now. His right hand was still pinning your wrist too tightly at your back. “You're so wet for me baby”, he mused, mouth dangerously close to where you needed it the most. His left hand played with your wetness over your shorts, four fingers just pressing hard on your folds and circling and smearing the wetness around. “You always are, dripping everywhere, and wearing nothing under is the best decision you ever made y/n”. You sobbed a moan at his words and actions, biting onto the cushion underneath you. 

“Shh baby shh, I got you…”, he softly trailed off, you practically melted in relief. But he pulled back and took your other hand from where it was clenching too tight onto the cushion and pinned it back next to your wrist under his right hand, equally tight. He then pushed your lower back even lower, arching your ass more into his face as if it was possible. “...right where I want to”. The smirk was so evident in his tone and next to your folds as he practically dived into your still-clothed pussy. It pissed you off but you finally felt so good that you didn’t hold back your moans anymore. 

This is how it usually went. You guys were never vanilla even if you tried so hard. Both of you got off of power, literally. Bickering and bantering through words and power shifts all the time. Both, were so competitive when it came to this, never giving up until one of you got too tired. It was always like proving a point to each other, more to yourself, it was so childish, it was so hot, and it got you off. You loved it so much, loved Chenle so much and it never got boring. 

Chenle groaning and whining louder than you while eating you out, pulled you out of your thoughts again. He never seemed to shut the fuck up and you never seemed to get enough of it. It made you arch your back even further, grinding your ass into his face as best as you can under his grip.

“What is it? What do you want, pretty girl?” he asked, briefly pulling back only to dive back in as if he couldn't get enough of you. 

“M-more Lele, I want more” you begged, voice muffled in the cushion, to give him the upper hand. You hated giving up your act more than Chenle and he loved breaking you apart to do just that. You sometimes did it just to make him think he was in control, like right now. 

“Aww, what do you mean more? Hmm? Weren't you the one who didn't want to take off the clothes, baby girl?” That same annoying tone, He was never sweet with the names.

“Don't try to fool me. We have been fucking for so long now. Do you think I am still dumb enough to be tricked, slut? Gonna ruin you until you're chanting my name, hm?” He moved your shorts to the side and shoved his tongue inside your hole in one go. You screeched, your knees giving up as your thighs automatically spread wider for him. He pulled out and licked a trained stripe from your clit to your asshole which almost made you unfold right then and there. This is where you methodically lose it each time. Against his words, against his mouth and his tongue. He was always annoyingly good at it. You tried to hold back as best as you could while he fucked his tongue into you, free hand circling your clit, his nose prodding at your asshole. As if this wasn't too much, he withdrew briefly to bite your inner thigh. It sent shockwaves through your core, you were so fucking close but you still tried to hold back. You can't let him win. You wanted to ride his face and feel that gorgeous nose of his rubbing your clit instead. 

His tongue was circling your clit now and maybe you didn't realize it in the haze of it but you were indeed chanting his name loud, right cheek squished into the cushion. Your orgasm came so violently that you shuddered but you didn't allow him the satisfaction of helping you through its high. You got up and turned towards him to meet his eyes. Confusion was evident in the dark depth. You kissed him all tongue and teeth, tasting yourself. You pushed him down with a firm hand at his chest and straddled his face. He only got the time to gasp out a little woah which got muffled into a whimper as you fully sat and ground on his face to ride out whatever high was left from your previous orgasm.

“F-uck Chenle,” you hissed as you looked down at him, finally feeling the bridge of his nose on your clit and his beautiful lips suckling at your hole. His eyes fluttered open, looking a little pathetic and desperate. You loved it. His forearms folded around your thighs, gripping hard and opening you wider for him and pushing you lower on his tongue. You cried out his name as you continued grinding your hips. “Lele, you're so pretty like this baby. Doing everything for mommy like a good boy,” you cooed as you reached your hands at your back for his cock which was already half hard. He closed his eyes and let out a guttural moan just to make a point when you started playing with his dick. Your hands began to strain with the awkward positioning so you circled your hips to feel his nose one last time on your clit and then you switched directions, now seeing his dick fully hard straining against his pants. Just as you freed his dick from his boxers, he shoved your shorts once again to the side and aimed directly for your entrance, making you lose your balance and almost planting your face in his crotch. He snickered under you and you shut him up by sitting fully on his face once again. You hoped that you didn't break his neck. You took his red tip in your hold and smeared all the precum around. The cum from earlier was drying across his whole length which was gross and hot. You used it as a lube and jerked him off with slow but tight strokes from the base and back to the tip. You added your other hand, one massaging his balls and the other stroking his length. When you reached the tip, you kept circling it.

All his moans were getting swallowed by your pussy, each vibration bringing you closer. He tried his best to keep his hips attached to the couch but when you dug your nail into his slit, he couldn't hold back and you had to press your palm on his hip bone to keep him in place while your thighs gave up on you. He slithered his hands towards your boobs from underneath your shirt and pulled you away from his torso as you threw your head back. He firmly pinched your nipples and you came on his tongue and all over his face. You tried to move away from his face so that you did not end up choking him for real. But he pulled you back down as your thighs clenched around his face and you toppled over him due to the intensity of your orgasm. He lapped up all your juices and held his tongue to your hole feeling you clench around nothing. The pressure building up in him rushed down to the pit of his stomach and he came all over his belly, dick stupidly squirting the hot white liquid.

Some of it also landed on your face which made you giggle. You lent him a hand to milk him dry through his high. You didn’t stop until it got too much and he had to physically push you off of his face and body, sending you both into a fit of laughter. You shuffled until you were face to face with him. Tiredness was evident on both of your faces but you reflected the sparkle in each other’s eyes. He pulled your face down and kissed you like he meant it. Like he meant that you're everything for him. He always kisses you like that. The little pecks and when he is shoving his tongue down your throat as well. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue; it was a little gross but it was a little too beautiful. He was a little too beautiful. You smiled amidst the kiss and cupped his face. You caressed the mole on his cheek and he nuzzled into your palm, pressing a chaste kiss there. “You're so good for me, Lele”, you mumbled a kiss at the corner of his lips. He took your hand in his and peppered little kisses from your wrist where a bruise could be seen forming, to the tip of your fingers. He closed his eyes, held his lips on your fingers, and whispered “Always for you”. The advertisement break on the TV channel could be heard and the rice cooker made a little ding in the kitchen of your shared apartment. You both lay there, pressing your foreheads against each other, completely spent on a lazy Sunday afternoon….or was it evening already…

A/n: Hopefully, you enjoyed it. UwU. Comments, likes and, reblogs are appreciated ^^.

[blondemrk]

GAME OVER

wc 334 ° • ★ . ° • chenle x fem!reader

the neon lights flickered overhead as y/n crouched behind a barrier, gripping her laser gun tightly. her heart pounded—not just from the game, but from the fact that somewhere in the dark, chenle was hunting her down.

and knowing him, he was enjoying every second of it.

“you can run,” his voice echoed through the maze, smooth and cocky, “but you can’t hide forever, baby.”

y/n rolled her eyes, trying to steady her breath. he was always like this—smug, competitive, and way too good at everything. the worst part? he made it look effortless.

she peeked around the corner, scanning for any sign of him—

but before she could react, a hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her back into the shadows.

a gasp left her lips as her back hit the wall, chenle’s body pressing against hers, his laser vest glowing in the dim light. his smirk was pure arrogance, his eyes filled with mischief.

“gotcha,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

y/n swallowed hard, pulse skyrocketing. “that’s not fair—”

“oh, it’s completely fair,” he interrupted, tilting his head slightly. “you just weren’t fast enough.”

she glared up at him, but it was hard to focus when he was this close—when she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, see the teasing curve of his lips. he was enjoying this way too much.

and then, before she could fully process what was happening, chenle leaned in and kissed her.

it was sudden, dizzying, and completely unfair. his lips moved against hers with the same confidence he carried everywhere, stealing the breath straight from her lungs. his hands framed her face, holding her there like he had all the time in the world.

then, just as quickly as he had kissed her, he pulled back, his lips curving into a smirk as he lifted his laser gun.

beep

her vest flashed red.

chenle winked, stepping back. “game over, baby.”

and with that, he sauntered away, leaving y/n breathless, dazed, and completely doomed.

hi i love u chenle AND THE PERSON WHO MADE THE CHENLE ANON IM GETTING TO IT I PROMISE!!!

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[zeroseuniverse]

Tough Love

Word Count:509 Summary:"Alright, drama queen, let’s see the damage." His voice was light, teasing, but careful as he reached out to inspect her knee. Pairing; Chenle X Reader

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The shrill cry of your child pierced through the living room, bouncing off the walls like an alarm. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you turned to see your seven-year-old, Jisoo, sitting on the floor clutching her knee.

Chenle was already crouched in front of her, his sharp eyes scanning the small scrape like he was analyzing a million-dollar investment.

"Alright, drama queen, let’s see the damage." His voice was light, teasing, but careful as he reached out to inspect her knee.

Your older son, Minjae, stood stiffly by the couch, shifting from foot to foot. Chenle glanced at him, one brow raised. "Did you push her?"

Minjae shook his head furiously. "She tried to jump off the couch and missed."

Chenle exhaled through his nose, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Jisoo, I’ve told you a million times—if you’re gonna act like an action star, at least stick the landing."

You shot him a look, but Jisoo just sniffled and nodded, her eyes still watery. Chenle wasn’t harsh—far from it. He was playful, full of laughter, always the first to scoop the kids up when they needed comfort. But he also had a blunt way of teaching them lessons, making everything sound like a joke while still getting the point across.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, watching as Jisoo wiped at her tear-streaked cheeks.

"A little," she admitted.

"Well, it’s not like your leg fell off. You’ll live," he declared, ruffling her hair before standing up. "C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up before your mom actually starts worrying."

Jisoo hiccupped but pushed herself up, wobbling slightly before gripping Chenle’s outstretched hand. As they walked to the bathroom, you could hear him muttering, "Next time, at least try to make it look cool."

Minjae let out a breath beside you. "He’s not mad?"

You ruffled his hair. "No, sweetheart. He just wants her to learn. Sometimes, loving someone means letting them figure things out the hard way."

Minjae made a face. "That sounds kinda mean."

You chuckled. "It does, doesn’t it? But one day, you’ll understand."

Minutes later, Chenle returned with Jisoo, who was now proudly showing off her bandaid like it was a trophy. She plopped onto the couch beside Minjae, their previous fight forgotten as they started scheming their next adventure.

Chenle flopped beside you with a dramatic sigh. "I sound like my grandpa."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, smiling. "Maybe. But your grandpa raised a good man."

He huffed, tilting his chin up. "Obviously. But now we have to make sure they don’t turn out like me."

You squeezed his hand, grinning. "With you as their dad? They’re definitely turning out like you."

He groaned, flopping onto his side. "Great. Our house is doomed."

You laughed, watching your kids with fond eyes. "Maybe. But it’ll never be boring."

[niki-phoria]

THE MOMENTS I AM WITH YOU ARE ALWAYS SPECIAL EVERY DAY

pairing: chenle x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 384

notes: not proofread pls forgive any mistakes, reader is implied to be shorter than chenle, happy holidays !!

“this is horrible.” chenle furrows his eyebrows in frustration; his hands continue to clumsily wave through the tangled mess of wires that make up your christmas lights. “i can’t believe you convinced me to do this. next year i’ll buy you one of those pre-decorated christmas trees so i don’t have to go through this again.”

“but doing it together is what makes it fun!” you bite back a laugh as more poorly silenced grumbles fall from the man’s lips. daegal sits beside you; her tail incessantly drags on the floor as she joins you in excitedly watching chenle struggle with the lump of led lights and dusty boxes of ornaments you had dragged into your living room. 

standing from your previous position on the couch, daegal trots after you as you reach down to grab the forgotten end of the lights. she weaves in between you and chenle as you twist around the tree in tandem until it’s finally covered in what looks like hundreds of little glowing stars decorating the grand fir in your living room.

stepping back, you wrap your arms around chenle’s waist. a soft sigh escapes him as you lean your head against his shoulder blades. “thank you for setting up the tree, lele. it looks beautiful.” 

“not as beautiful as you,” he teases, twisting around to face you. his hands rest comfortably on your hips as you lean in, pressing a thankful kiss against his lips. chenle is quick to react, reaching up to cup your cheek with his hand and deepening the kiss. 

a soft flush lingers on both of your cheeks when you pull away, tugging him with you until you’re both laying on your couch. your head rests against his shoulder; your legs slightly intertwined. 

“there’s tinsel everywhere,” chenle murmurs, though his words lack any real venom. daegal’s paws dig into your legs as she carelessly steps across your bodies before finally settling to lay in the small space between the two of you. 

you chuckle, reaching around her to rest your hand on chenle’s waist. he reaches around you, carefully wrapping a blanket around your legs. “we can clean it later. i just wanna nap with you right now.”

he hums, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “whatever you want, baby.”

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[eternalpast]

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sending memes to bf! dreamies

warnings: suggestive

authors note: first post on new account, kinda nervous

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[nerdlvr]

tits vs. ass

(MDNI)

everything is consensual ofc , nipple play , ass play , sucking , licking , biting , spit , hickeys , marking , titfucking , lot of pet names , just a lot of ass and tit play okay... requested here !

❀༉‧₊˚. mark lee is 100% an ass guy.

something about a round plump ass that just makes mark feel light headed. as you lay on your tummy, only a tank top and panties covering you body, mark thinks he's gone to heaven. you feel warm hands grip your ass, before you're flinching out of his grasp. "ouch, mark lee no biting!" he lets out a silly laugh, softly rubbing the bitten area. "sorry pretty girl, just look so good." you giggled as he peppers kisses along your ass, moving up your back. he presses his lips against your shoulder, lightly biting the skin before planting a kiss to your cheek. you let out a soft moan of mark's name as he presses his clothed length against your ass, a hiss leaving his lips at the friction. he looks down where the arch of your ass meets his bulge. "fuck baby, think i can finish just like this."

❀༉‧₊˚. huang renjun loves a good pair of tits.

if it was up to renjun you'd be shirtless 24/7. he can't help but keep looking over as your nipples perk up past the thin fabric of your tank top. he feels his mouth water watching you with no bra, completely oblivious to what you're doing to him. he’d shuffle closer to you, hands running under your shirt landing on your tits. you giggle, goosebumps rising on your skin as his cold hands caress your breasts. "lost something there junnie?" he'd place himself in between your legs, pulling your shirt up to reveal your tits, "i think i did actually, yeah, something over here." he'd dive down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, his free hand coming up to pinch at the other. you look down to see his cheeks flushed, a light pop noise leaving his lips as he detaches from your nipple, a wide smile spread across his lips, “i don’t think i’ve found it just yet, let me keep looking.”

❀༉‧₊˚. lee jeno’s favorite position is doggy style for a reason.

jeno's always ready to flip you over after a make out session. strong hands gripping your hips to turn you over. you wiggle out of his grasp, crawling away, pressing your back against the headboard. your giggles don't amuse him, only earning you a quick head tilt from your boyfriend. a small yelp leaving your lips as he grips your ankle pulling you back towards him. "aren't you so silly my pretty girl, try that again and see what happens." you don't even have time to consider his offer before he's flipping you over, pulling your core towards his bulge, a low groan leaving his lips at the contact. you turned your head to look back at him, his lips stuck in between his teeth, eyes focused straight on your ass. his hands moved past your hips to push you shorts and panties to the side, cool air hitting your wet heat. a hiss leaves your lips as he lands a harsh slap on your ass. "ass looks so good in these shorts baby, these are staying on."

❀༉‧₊˚. lee donghyuck would frame your tits on a museum wall.

"shittt baby, fuckkk me, stick your tongue out, fuck, yeah like that." a smile spreads across your face as you open your mouth, tongue coming out to touch hyuck's tip every time his leaking cock slides along your tits. he thinks he might lose his mind seeing your small hands press your breasts together against his length, shiny from a mix of fluids. his hands come up to pinch your nipples, a small moan leaving your lips at the feeling. he was relentless, small whines leaving his pouting lips, cheeks flushed, and eyebrows scrunched in concentration as he watched you below him. "baby, i swear if you could see yourself right now, fuck, open your mouth, justtt like that, so pretty baby."

❀༉‧₊˚. na jaemin thinks you're a goddess, your ass and tits get equal love.

"jaemm how much longerr, it's starting to get sore!" you'd feel a light slap on your inner thigh, a quiet yelp escaping your lips at the shock. "stay still princess, i'll tell you when i'm done." you try to turn your head, catching a glimpse of your boyfriend as he attaches his lips to the skin of your ass. light purple bruises forming under his puckered lips. you'd hear him chuckle to himself after each bite, his teeth marks still evident in your skin. he'd quickly rush to quiet your whines, a light kiss on your swollen lips, then another on your cheek, and another two on your eyes. quiet shushes leaving his lips when he looks into your teary eyes, "shhh, my sweet baby it's okay. just a little more hm? i haven't even started on your tits yet."

❀༉‧₊˚. zhong chenle loves your tits, he says it's cause they're close to your heart ofc.

you tap the front of the shirt you're wearing, a small giggle coming from inside of it, "you done in there?" you'd see your shirt move against your boyfriends head as he shakes his head no, his hair tickling your chest. "lele you promised to stay still. all you've done is move around under there!" "you asked me a question! how else was i supposed to respond!" you looked down to see him peek up at you from the top of your shirt, a confused look on his face. "i don't know? maybe responding with your mouth like a normal person?" you poked your shirt again trying to get your point across, your complaints are quickly silenced as you feel chenle's tongue glide past your nipple, a shiver running down your spine. his mouth lightly sucking on the bud as his other hand comes up to rub the other, a light chuckle leaving his lips. you look down to see him through the top of your shirt, a smirk spread across his face "you want me to use my mouth? hm princess?"

❀༉‧₊˚. park jisung clearly did not get breastfed enough as a kid, why is your tit always in his mouth.

"ji baby, my nipple's getting sore." you push his head away a thin line of spit connecting his lips to your swollen bud. "hm?" his large hands coming up to rub his sleepy eyes. he lifts himself from his position on top on you, shifting his focus to lay on the other side of your chest. he settles himself, free hand moving to hold the breast he was just focused on, lips parting to taste your fresh nipple. he hums in approval a small smile spreading on his lips as his eyes flutter shut again, breath soft against your chest. you run your fingers through his hair a light giggle leaving your lips as you watch your boyfriend, "ji, that doesn't mean you can just go to the other one." a hiss leaves your lips as his hand pinches your swollen nipple. jisung's sweet sleeping face still suckling on your other nipple, "be quiet y/n."

[ghostofhyuck]

nct dream surviving no nut november. ⭑.ᐟ

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AN: Posting this on clutch LMAO. Minors dni.

Mark Lee

I feel like Mark's up to that silly challenge of yours. A month without nutting seems like easy for him, he'll just have to shift his attention on others things. You on the other hand, thinks that it'll be easy for you two. Not until Mark slowly loses his mind, literally,,, everything you do is so hot for him and maybe he was craving for you! But he can't let himself lose this challenge, he'll lose his pride!! The first week was fine with him, but when the second week arrived, he's slowly losing it. Fuck the challenge, he wants nothing more but to be inside you. 

Huang Renjun

All Renjun needs to do is to meditate, relax, and just stop thinking about fucking you when you suggested NNN as a challenge, the prize was the loser has to cook for the month of December, and Renjun is not backing out on escaping chores. Everything's going well, he can manage to dodge all your attempt seductions on making him lose but he bottled it up so badly that it'll just break before November ends. Probably around 20th, he just realized that November's been too long and he's just, "whatever, I need you right now."

Lee Jeno

Contrary to popular belief, I think that Jeno needs your consent when it comes to having sex. So the NNN challenge would be SO HARD for him. The many times he has to wash his hard-on using the shower and thinking weird thoughts to flatten it just makes it worse for him. You watch in amusement as your boyfriend lose his mind because he has not fucked you for the last three weeks, but deep inside, YOU'RE also craving for him. It wasn't until you called a truce between the two of you when he immediately jumped on you. 

Lee Donghyuck

You really think Haechan will join NNN??? Well, at first he's confident that he can have a whole month of not nutting but that's all a fraud. HE NEEDS YOU. You're his life and sun, and no silly challenge is going to take that away from him. He won't even probably last a week, and will be jumping on you in no time because he's just touch-deprived and can't live without your pussy.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin CAN survive NNN because consent is sexy haha and he needs your consent when you two have sex. If you want to join NNN then he has to do that too. I feel like he has needs but he thinks with his mind when it comes to things like this. AND when you're such a tease for making him lose, he knows how to turn it down because there's no way he's backing down from the challenge. (His leo pride is stronger than Mark ngl) But good luck to you when December 1 comes, because he'll be fucking you until you can't walk properly. 

Zhong Chenle

Chenle also wins NNN despite all your endless teasing and attempt seduction because this man never backs out a challenge. His sheer competitiveness just wins over his horniness, that's why he can survive a whole month without nutting because he's thinking of the grand prize --- which is the loser has to give the winner a gift with no price limit. Although there are times that he almost lose because really, he's also a man with needs, the thought of losing slowly comes in which immediately brings his head back to the game. 

Park Jisung

Jisung will be the most frustrated out of all because he ALMOST won NNN and that would've happen if you weren't such a vixen who's only goal was to make him lose. It was fine during the first weeks, you leave him alone and he thinks that he's winning BUT it wasn't until the third week where your only goal was to make him lose. He tried, really, Jisung has to beg in his knees and start praying for the temptation to go away, but he'll ended up nutting on the last day because you decided to tease him more that he couldn't take it anymore. (Safe to say, you two started December with a bang lol)

[hyuckiefluff]

playing dirty | z. chenle

pairing: basketball captain! chenle x fashion major! fem.reader

genre: established relationship, smut, a lil bit of crack

wc: 4k

summary: you’re tired of chenle ditching you for basketball practice, so you do what any rational girlfriend would do—show up to his practice in a slutty version of his team’s uniform. turns out you’re kind of good at basketball. turns out chenle can’t handle watching his teammates ogle the love of his life. turns out the locker room has a lock for a reason.

content warnings: semi-public sex, jealousy & possessiveness, mild clothing kink, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, light degradation (slut), brief choking, hair pulling, creampie, titfucking, spit play, exhibitionism (accidental), bratty reader, basketball but make it horny, suggestive banter, mild embarrassment & teasing, soft dom!chenle. lmk if i missed any!

a/n: possessive chenle save me SAVE ME POSSESSIVE CHENLE lol i had a lot of fun writing this and i rlly like how it came out (especially the smut kekeke). kinda nervous since it’s my first chenle fic lol lmk what u think bffs! ps: stream lucid !! my king chenle is serving face and vocals as usual!!

you’re sick of it.

sick of the half‑assed excuses, the “i’ll make it up to you, babe” texts, the cold side of your bed because basketball practice ran late again. the sport isn’t the villain here—chenle’s priorities are. so tonight you decide to speak in the only language that ever slapped any sense into him: pure, weaponized pettiness.

you dig into your closet to find the box tucked behind an old hoodie. the custom set you spent a whole week sewing in the campus fashion studio—his cropped jersey perfectly tailored to end right above your ribs, his number stretched neatly across your chest, tight little shorts that ride up high enough to give anyone with a pulse an aneurysm, and tube socks that reach your knees but do absolutely nothing to hide how much skin is on display. 

you originally designed it as a birthday gift for chenle, something psexy and playful, the kind of outfit that should not leave the bedroom.

but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“you want to play, baby,” you murmur to yourself, lip tugging into a smirk as you tug the top down over your chest, admiring how your careful stitchwork hugs every curve. “let’s play then.”

twenty minutes later, you're outside the gym where chenle’s practicing. you can hear echoing laughter, the thump of basketballs, and the sound of sneakers squeaking across the court. chenle’s voice cuts through it every few seconds barking out plays or teasing his teammates, totally oblivious to the chaos about to walk through the double doors.

you adjust the hem of your very customized uniform and tug the waistband of your shorts up an inch, just enough to make your ass cheeks peek out more.

when you swing the gym doors open, a dozen jaws detach from skulls in real time. one guy bricks a layup so hard the ball ricochets off the backboard and clatters to the floor.

chenle basically inhales the water he was drinking the moment he sees you strut onto the court in the tiny jersey you stitched yourself. he doesn’t even manage any words at first, just blinks slowly.

you beam, stepping closer. “hey, baby!”

he moves toward you quickly, fingers gripping the hem of your jersey and trying to tug it down. “what the hell are you wearing?”

“your uniform, duh!” you say innocently. “remember you said i could come practice with you sometime?”

“yeah—but not…not like this!” he hisses, glancing sharply over his shoulder. his teammates aren’t even pretending to look away, their eyes glued shamelessly to every exposed inch of you. chenle groans, turning back to you in disbelief. “jesus christ, y/n.”

you spin slowly, letting him admire your handiwork. “i made it myself. do you like it?”

his eyes narrow, but they still flick down to watch your chest bounce beneath the tight fabric.

somewhere behind him, jaemin whistles low and appreciative. “yo, chenle, if you don’t want her, i’ll gladly take her on my team.”

chenle’s jaw clenches. “let’s go,” he mutters, gripping your wrist to lead you off the court.

but you plant your feet, looking up at him through your lashes. “lele, you promised you’d teach me,” you pout, your voice sweet and pleading—exactly the tone you know breaks him every single time.

you see the storm raging behind his eyes, the internal battle he’s clearly losing. after a long, tense pause, he finally gives in with an irritated sigh.

“fine,” chenle groans, running an exasperated hand through his hair. “i’ll teach you.”

he tries to sound firm, tries so damn hard to keep his cool but his voice cracks the instant you bend down to grab a stray basketball. every single set of eyes follows as your shorts ride dangerously higher. chenle practically growls under his breath.

“eyes up,” he snaps sharply at his teammates.

you hide a satisfied smirk, straightening up slowly and tossing chenle the ball. “so, how do i shoot?”

he glares at you, conflicted. he knows exactly what game you’re playing, but it’s too late to back down now. he steps close, muttering something unintelligible under his breath and positions his hands firmly on your waist. his fingers flex possessively against your skin making heat spark low in your belly.

“bend your knees,” chenle instructs tightly. you comply, feeling him tense behind you as your ass brushes firmly against him. he clears his throat roughly. “now raise your arms.”

you do as you’re told, stretching slowly, feeling every pair of eyes glued to the way your jersey inches higher. someone coughs loudly and someone else whistles under their breath.

“like this?” you ask, feigning innocence as you toss the ball. it hits the rim and bounces away, but the guys clap loudly like you just dunked on lebron.

chenle’s jaw clenches. “yeah, like that,” he mutters through gritted teeth, pulling you close again. “try it again, but please don’t stick your ass out so much this time.”

you laugh softly, leaning back just enough to whisper in his ear. “why not? you like it.”

he groans quietly, his grip on your hip tightening in warning. “don’t push it, baby.”

just as chenle's hands tense possessively at your waist, a teasing voice interrupts from behind.

“yo, captain! why don’t we run a quick game? let your girl play too, seems like she’s picking it up quickly.”

chenle's entire body stiffens, eyes narrowing dangerously at the cocky teammate smirking across the court. haechan, obviously—never passing up a chance to stir shit up.

“yeah,” another voice eagerly agrees. “she can be on our team!”

“not a chance,” chenle snaps, glaring daggers at them. “she stays with me.”

you tilt your head. “actually, i think i wanna be on the other team. it'll be fun playing against you.”

he groans quietly, clearly torn between the urge to pull you away and needing to save face in front of the team. he runs a frustrated hand through his hair before giving in with a sharp exhale. “fine. first team to five points wins, then we’re done. keep it clean,” he warns, voice tight as he shoots a pointed glare toward his teammates.

the guys erupt in cheers, gathering quickly around you to strategize. haechan immediately drapes an arm lazily over your shoulder, pulling you closer than strictly necessary and making chenle visibly bristle.

“alright, newbie,” haechan smirks, eyes flicking playfully toward chenle. “just stand there looking pretty and we’ll handle the rest.”

you smile sweetly, leaning up close enough to whisper in his ear and making sure chenle sees every move. “oh, i can handle myself just fine.”

you catch chenle’s scowl deepening, his fists clenching at his sides. suddenly, the entire gym feels about ten degrees hotter, and you’re pretty sure it has nothing to do with basketball.

the game begins, and the team immediately spreads out, pretending to care about positions and plays, but half their attention is undeniably on you. you smile sweetly, dribbling cautiously, deliberately bending forward just enough to ensure everyone behind you gets a generous view.

chenle’s voice slices sharply through the gym, frustration barely restrained. “eyes on the damn ball, idiots.”

you stifle a laugh, heart thrumming with exhilaration. you might be new to basketball, but getting under chenle’s skin is a game you’ve mastered to perfection.

every bounce of the ball, every step you take, you can feel eyes following—chenle’s most intensely of all. he’s practically vibrating with jealousy, torn between defending against his teammates’ shameless stares and actually playing defense.

haechan effortlessly steals the ball from your boyfriend and tosses it your way, shouting, “take the shot, rookie!”

you catch it clumsily, laughing breathlessly as chenle lunges in your direction, eyes narrowed with determination. adrenaline spikes as you fake left, then slip past him with surprising agility. your lay-up is sloppy, but by some miracle, it actually swishes neatly through the hoop.

the gym erupts in cheers and whistles. spinning around with a triumphant grin, you lift your arms in exaggerated celebration. haechan immediately appears beside you, pulling you into an enthusiastic hug that lingers just a second too long.

“damn, captain,” he calls out loudly. “better watch out, your girl got sweeter hands than you.”

chenle’s eyes flash dangerously, jaw visibly clenching as he stalks across the court toward you. every step radiates possessiveness and simmering annoyance. you tilt your head innocently, knowing exactly what’s coming next and loving every heated second of it.

“that's it. practice over,” he announces sharply, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the locker rooms.

“aww, dude—” haechan starts, clearly amused, but chenle silences him with a glare that could kill.

you bite your lip, heart pounding with satisfaction. finally, you’ve pushed him right past breaking point.

exactly as planned.

chenle’s grip on your wrist is firm, bordering on rough, as he drags you past the swinging locker room door and shoves it closed behind you. the echoes of sneakers squeaking and voices laughing outside fade, replaced by the rapid thump of your heartbeat and chenle’s heavy breathing.

he turns sharply, backing you against the lockers, eyes darkened with frustration.

“what the hell was that?” he demands, voice low and raw. his gaze drifts from your flushed cheeks down to the ridiculously cropped jersey, lingering briefly on the exposed curve of your waist before snapping back up to meet your eyes.

“basketball practice,” you reply innocently. “you always said you wanted me to learn.”

“not dressed like this,” he growls. 

his hand finds the hem of your jersey, fingers grazing the bare skin underneath. he hesitates, visibly swallowing down his jealousy. “you really made this yourself?”

“yep,” you say lifting your chin proudly. “thought it might inspire you.”

chenle scoffs, but his thumb drifts in soft circles at your waist despite the scowl. “inspire me to what? murder my teammates?”

you giggle, fingertips dancing across his chest. “you’re jealous, lele. admit it.”

“yeah, i am,” he mutters sharply.

his grip tightens on your waist, pulling you even closer against him. “didn’t you see how those assholes were looking at you? like they wanted—”

“like they wanted what’s yours?” you interrupt softly, teasing a finger along his jaw. “maybe i just felt like reminding you of that.”

his breath catches, and for a moment, he just stares down at you. finally, he sighs heavily, tension slipping into something deeper, hotter, infinitely more possessive.

“well, consider me reminded,” he murmurs, voice raspy as his lips brush teasingly against your ear. “but you’re never wearing this again for anyone but me.”

you shiver, leaning into him as your voice drops to a whisper. “oh? and what if i refuse?”

he smirks dangerously, eyes glinting. “then i guess i’ll just have to make you.”

his mouth melts against yours before you can tease him again. the kiss is punishing, hard enough to erase every grin haechan shot your way and every greedy glance the team threw at your thighs. 

his hands roam without hesitation gripping your waist, sliding up under the jersey, cupping your breasts with a low groan. he breaks the kiss to mutter, “fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra?”

“would’ve ruined the look,” you whisper, breath hitching as his thumbs brush your nipples. “you like it?”

“fuck yeah i like it” he growls.

you gasp as he yanks the jersey over your head in one swift motion and places it in his pocket. his lips trail down your neck, biting at the skin there. “next time you wanna get my attention,” he mutters, voice muffled against your collarbone, “just fucking say so. don’t make me nearly kill haechan on the court.”

you giggle, threading your fingers through his hair. “where’s the fun in that?”

his eyes flash as he sinks to his knees, fingers curling into the waistband of your shorts. “i’ll show you fun.”

he tugs them down so slowly it's almost torturous and drags your panties with them. his breath ghosts over your inner thighs, his mouth following suit a moment later. he groans against your skin, licking a slow stripe up your center before wrapping his arms around your legs and diving in.

you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that slips out. the locker room’s not soundproof, and the last thing you need is the team doubling back and catching chenle with his head buried between your thighs.

but he doesn’t care. he wants them to know. he wants them to hear you fall apart on his tongue, wants every single one of those bastards to understand that you’re his.

you’re already trembling when he stands back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and kissing you. his fingers curl under your thigh, lifting you effortlessly as he walks you backward into the coach’s office—a smaller room with a desk and a door that locks.

he kicks it shut behind him.

“bend over the desk,” he commands, voice low and dangerous.

you obey, heat pooling between your legs again as your chest hits the wood and his hands smooth down your spine. he’s rougher now, undoing his shorts with jerky movements, lining himself up behind you with no warning except a hot breath against your ear and the blunt press of his tip against your entrance.

“you wanna dress like a little slut in front of my team?” he rasps, gripping your hips. “then take it like one.”

he slams into you in one deep, punishing thrust, and you cry out, barely able to hold yourself up. each snap sends your hips jerking against the desk, the edge biting into your stomach.

“this what you wanted?” he pants behind you, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to bruise. “wanted to make me jealous? wanted to be the center of attention?”

you nod frantically, but it’s not enough. his hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back so your eyes meet his in the reflection of the office window that’s fogged up and smeared from the heat of your bodies.

“say it.”

“yes,” you gasp out, eyes glassy. “i wanted to drive you crazy.”

he chuckles darkly, chest heaving. “congrats, baby. mission fucking accomplished.”

his hand slips down, fingers finding your clit and circling it mercilessly. your legs threaten to give out, but he holds you steady, pinning you against the desk with his weight and the sharp slap of his hips.

“look at you,” he growls. “acting all innocent in front of my team, now falling apart on my cock.”

you’re close to your orgasm when suddenly, he yanks you back by the hair and pulls out with a wet slap. you whimper at the loss, but he’s already grabbing your hips nd spinning you around.

he spreads your legs and slides back in with a guttural moan. his hands come up, almost reverently, cupping the soft weight of your breasts as they bounce with every thrust. 

his thumbs brush over your nipple and then he leans down, mouth hot and greedy as he sucks one into his mouth, groaning in pleasure.

“fuck—” he pants, tongue swirling and teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt. “i can’t fucking think when they’re out like this. you know what you do to me?” 

your moans are strangled now. he’s sucking so hard, it s leaving deep red bruises all over your chest. he bites, soothes, sucks again. you clutch at his shoulders, legs wrapping tighter around him, and he grinds deeper, angling his hips to hit exactly where you need him most. his rhythm’s gone erratic, his obsession pouring into every snap of his hips, every bruise he leaves behind.

“look at you,” he pants, pulling back just far enough to watch. “bouncing all pretty for me. no one else gets to see this. no one else gets to fucking touch you.”

his palm slaps across your tit. hard enough to make it jiggle and watch the recoil as he thrusts in hard.

“fuck,” he groans, voice breaking. “you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you.”

your head lolls back, a whimper escaping your lips as his hand slides from your breast down to your neck, holding you still, eyes locked on the mess of you laid out under him—wrecked and panting and marked everywhere his mouth could reach.

you’re close again, tighter and hotter this time, clenching around him. your moans echo in the small office, filthy and raw, and he doesn’t even try to hold back now.

he fucks into you harder, mouth locked on your nipple again as he spills inside you, every muscle in his body tensing as he groans against your chest 

you’re barely coherent, mind hazy from the way he just fucked you over the desk. but chenle isn’t satisfied. not even close. he steps back to drink in your naked form, flushed and dripping with him.

his cock’s still rock hard somehow, twitching against his stomach, and his stare is nothing short of unhinged.

“lean back,” he rasps, grabbing your chin with wet fingers. “hands behind you. keep your tits up.”

you obey instinctively, legs falling open wider as you brace yourself on the desk, presenting yourself like the filthy little offering you are.

chenle just grins and crouches slightly, grabbing your breasts with both hands. and then he spits on your chest. hot, stringy spit right down the center of your, sliding between your tits and pooling under your collarbone.

“that’s better,” he mutters, eyes gleaming. “you look so hot covered in my spit.”

you gasp, chest rising as he does it again. letting it drip from his tongue while staring you down, and then he smears it in using his thumbs to rub it across your nipples.

you moan, high and wrecked. “lele—fuck—”

“look at your fucking face. you’re getting off on this.”

you are. embarrassingly so. he can see it in the way your thighs clench, and in the way your hips shift forward aching for more attention. he presses his cock between your tits now, sliding it back and forth while kneading them hard, thumb brushing over your nipple with every thrust.

“look at me,” he snaps.

your gaze locks onto his, dizzy and dazed.

“open your mouth.”

you do and he spits again, right onto your tongue.

“don’t swallow yet.” he growls, shoving his cock between your tits faster now, panting like a man losing his mind. “keep it there. hold it.”

you moan around the spit in your mouth, letting it dribble down your chin just to watch his eyes darken even more. chenle looks fucking deranged with lust.

you moan when the head of his cock slides forward, the tip just barely grazing your chin on the upstroke.

you glance up at him, lashes fluttering, and then you stick your tongue out enough to tease the head when it brushes close.

“fuck,” he hisses, thrusting harder between your breasts now, chasing that angle again, just to feel your tongue catch him. “you want it in your mouth that bad, huh? can’t even wait?”

his cock keeps hitting just under your chin, and every time it does, you flick your tongue out again and catch the tip, tasting the mess off his slit.

“fucking—fuck,” he curses. “do it again.”

you do and this time, you even suck lightly when he slows for a second, lips parting around just the head before he pulls back and keeps fucking your chest. his control is shattered now. his body stutters and twitches with every stroke.

you whimper, fingers gripping the edge of the desk behind you, mouth open and waiting.

“you love this,” he pants. “you love being used like this. letting me fuck your tits… drooling for my cock.”

“i love it,”  you whisper, lips glossy with spit and pre-cum. “i love how crazy you get when i do.”

he thrusts one more time and spills between your breasts again, ropes of cum painting your skin. you lean forward, tongue dragging through his tip. licking the cum off it slowly, like a cat drinking milk.

chenle nearly collapses, stumbling forward and pressing against your bare chest.

“you ever show up to practice like that again,” he murmurs, voice hoarse against your skin, “i’ll fuck you in front of them all. make ‘em watch while i ruin you.”

you whimper, still trembling beneath him.

“but for now,” he smirks, wiping your chin with his thumb and sucking it clean, “this mess stays just between us.”

you’re still catching your breath, body slick with sweat and spit and cum, when chenle leans in and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. it’s a jarring contrast to the way he just wrecked you against the desk, but that’s chenle. feral one minute, gentle the next. both versions still obsessed with you.

he puts on his shorts, pulls your jersey from the pocket and inspects it with a low whistle.

“you’re not putting this back on,” he mutters, shaking his head. “no fucking way.”

you smirk, chest still rising and falling as you look up at him. “why not? i worked hard on it.”

“you said you made it to inspire me, so i’m keeping it.” he crumples the jersey in one fist and shoves it straight into his pocket. “i’m hanging that shit on my wall.”

you laugh, weakly. “you’re ridiculous.”

he grabs his team jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, zipping it halfway up. it swallows your smaller frame, falling almost to your knees, sleeves covering your hands entirely. the way he looks at you—satisfied and possessive—makes it clear the outfit isn't negotiable.

“here,” he says, tightening the collar just a bit. “this is all you’re wearing now.”

you glance down at how the hem of the jacket just barely hits the tops of your thighs. you’re still wearing nothing underneath.

“guess i’m going commando,” you hum, teasing.

“yeah, but no one’s gonna know except me.” chenle grins, standing tall and adjusting your hair with stupid care. “let’s get you out of here.”

you barely make it out of the office when a low whistle slices through the silence.

the entire team—haechan front and center—is awkwardly standing there, pretending they haven't been shamelessly eavesdropping. 

“damn, took you long enough.”

chenle freezes, fingers tightening around yours so hard you nearly yelp. 

“i think you lost these,” haechan says, eyes sparkling mischievously as he spins something delicate around his index finger, your eyes widen with recognition.

your panties.

“found ‘em by the lockers. figured someone might be missing them.”

chenle’s face goes murderous in a heartbeat, jaw clenching so tight you're afraid his teeth might crack.

“give me those,” he growls, lunging toward haechan, who dances backward, keeping them just out of reach.

the boy chuckles, clearly enjoying every second of this torture. “you gotta be careful, man. wouldn’t want anyone else to find your girl’s cute little souvenirs.”

chenle lunges again, this time catching haechan’s wrist, wrenching your panties out of his grasp roughly. “i’ll kill you, dude.”

haechan just laughs, completely unfazed. he shifts his gaze toward you, his voice playfully taunting. “maybe next time you practice with us, try keeping these on? might help the captain focus a little better.”

you bury your face into chenle’s chest, half laughing, half dying of embarrassment. chenle just rolls his eyes, pulling you closer and guiding you down the hallway, past his shameless teammates. 

“you assholes got nothing better to do?”

“nah,” haechan replies smoothly, eyes twinkling with barely restrained laughter. “but it sounds like you two were pretty busy.”

the team snickers loudly, trying (and failing) to keep straight faces. chenle’s ears turn scarlet, but he keeps a protective arm tightly wrapped around your shoulders.

“fuck off,” chenle mutters darkly. “next practice, you’re all running laps until you puke.”

“worth it,” haechan teases, tossing you a playful wink. “good game, by the way.”

“practice tomorrow?” jaemin asks from behind, laughter bubbling beneath his words.

“fuck no,” chenle growls back without turning around. “we’ll be busy.”

as you pass the door,  haechan calls out, voice dripping amusement and challenge

“see you next practice y/n!”

chenle’s response is immediate, muttered darkly into your ear. “like hell he will.”

your cheeks burn from embarrassment—and exhilaration.

mission fucking accomplished, indeed.

[markleessodalite]

Stupid Arguments: n.jm

text imagine with bf!jaemin

content: y/n and jaemin get into a very dumb argument about something very silly. some mild embarrassment is experienced by both.

a/n: i'm actually a little jealous of people who can eat cilantro and not think it tastes like soap

[ilovedinodino]

you hurt bf!dreamies

they hurt you

[wichu-wrld]

NCT DREAM — them having a crush on you and how they act whenever you are around

from wichu-wrld: finals are done yay! so expect a bunch of posts from this day on :) requests are open!

pairing: fem!reader x nct dream

MARK LEE

he would just say the most random things to you, especially if he really wanted to join the conversation. he tried once but failed (he was embarrassed and sad.) he would stutter and laugh uncontrollably just so he could see you smile. every time he comes home from school, he would immediately regret the things he did for you but gaslights himself that seeing your smile makes him forget all of the embarrassing things.

HUANG RENJUN

suddenly, he's acting cute around you ?!?!?? cuteness comes naturally to renjun, but when he's with you, it's a different side of cuteness. he lets you play with his hair, and he lets you hold his hand; he is enjoying every moment of it. he would take really cute pictures of you and post you on his stories, tagging you, of course.

LEE JENO

he tries to act tough. he has a bad boy aura to him, but that's only when YOU are around. he's nonchalant and just stays quiet for most of the time, and this really intimidated you... i'm talking about you, unable to approach him when you need something from him, you needing his friends to talk to him, but he realized that and he starts talking to you, making you feel like you two are getting close. because of this, you started liking him, too.

LEE HAECHAN

teasing is his way of showing how much he likes you. he likes it when you get annoyed because he's going to make up for it by buying you lunch— which is every day. you already knew he likes you the moment you realized that you're the one getting teased by lee haechan, but you are NOT really sure. whenever you are around, he always finds his way to sit next to you and "accidentally" let your hands touch each other. this man texts their gc after the day... he goes crazy; sending long vms, excessive use of reaction pics whenever his friends sends pics of you and him.

NA JAEMIN

HYPER JAEMIN AROUND YOU! he doesn't let anyone stop him from expressing his feelings for you. he has been crushing on you since 10th grade, you guys are now in college, 2nd year. he tried his best to uncrush you, but every time you appear, he fails lol (this is me). he becomes so hyper, as in full battery jaemin. one time he confessed to you through NGL. you knew it was jaemin bc of the way he types, but you fr thought he was messing with you.

ZHONG CHENLE

as the yap master of the group, chenle doesn't speak that much when you are around. he gets tensed up when you are around. you, knowing that chenle is a talkative boy, are quite surprise how chenle gets quiet, and you think he has always been like that, until you accidentally eavesdropped during their conversation in the study hall, and only heard chenle's voice.

PARK JISUNG

if he gets shy around you, then imagine how shy he even got when he started having feelings for you. whenever he sees you walk towards him, he starts running away, and this leaves you confused af. his hands become sweaty, and he stutters whenever he's talking to you, so sometimes he just stops talking. but he did think of gathering some balls to actually talk to you.

© wichu-wlrd 2024

[lov--vey]

A (not-so) lazy Sunday afternoon.

What he thought were innocent kisses were about to be so much more. You wanted to jump his bones since you saw him so focused on the match. He is so attractive when he is concentrating.

Info: Chenle x female reader, established relationship

Genre: fluff, suggestive(MDNI)

Content: playful teasing, kissing, making out, dry humping?

Word Count: 0.6k 

Author’s note: I don't know what this is; it was rushed. I was just mad at the lack of Chenle stuff here. Pt.2

You and Chenle were sitting on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment. He was watching basketball on the TV and you were scrolling on your phone. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. You both were lounging after your routine weekend cleaning.

“Kissing your partner is good for your mental health,” you read out loud from your phone’s screen. “Good or bad, if it was possible to kiss you forever without getting tired, I would'', he blurted out nonchalantly. You furrowed your brows as it sounded too cheesy and unusual for Chenle to be saying something like that and you knew he realized it too, as you saw him looking down at the center table instead of the TV screen. It was amusing. “Oh,” you teased him. He glanced at you. “I wonder if it would be just kissing though,” you mused loudly, raising your eyebrows, eyes still on your phone. It was always so fun to tease him because of how worked up he gets and you barely ever get a chance like this because he is usually snarky like a mischievous cat. He snatched your phone from your hand and put it under the pillow behind him. You didn’t protest and just giggled, still finding his antics amusing. He gave you an annoyed look, and you shrugged, feigning innocence. You couldn’t hold back your laughter for long, though. His features softened as he looked at you laughing like an idiot. You held his gaze, unmoving. The sound of the match and the clock ticking faded in the background. Your eyes shifted to his lips and back to look into his. He leaned in as you closed your eyes. He placed his lips softly onto yours and pulled back. You looked at him, eyes playful, and he did it again, this time quickly, taking you by surprise. And then, snap, as if it was your cue, everything was too quick. You can show him a little surprise too. What he thought were innocent kisses were about to be so much more. You wanted to jump his bones since you saw him so focused on the match. He is so attractive when he is concentrating and you can’t hold back anymore. You quickly got onto his lap, straddling him. He saw the glint in your eyes and crashed his lips onto yours as you held onto his shoulders. You made out for a bit more and moments later, you were grinding on his lap. He wasn't able to hold back and his hips bucked up into yours and you both moaned together at the feeling. You kept on kissing him when he tried taking his shirt off. "Wait..." you insisted, breaking the kiss and pleading with your eyes. Before he could say anything, you got back to kissing him, moving to his jaw, and his neck, peppering kisses up to his earlobe and pulling it between your teeth. He couldn't help whimpering. You knew what he liked very well. You began moving your hips in circles and all the blood came rushing down to his dick. The friction from his bulge under the fabric of his sweatpants was sending tingles to your core. The sound of his soft whimpers and groans gave you butterflies and you could feel your panties getting soaked. You hoped he didn’t feel it because he wouldn’t stop teasing you if he did. But of course, it was in vain as you had worn thin leggings. He could probably see your wetness on the fabric of his sweatpants. He moved his hands to your waistband, but you held both of his wrists and pinned them to his sides. "Let's not…...this time," you shook your head, breaking the kiss again. You had something else in your mind.

This was different. You guys have never done it like this before. The image of it was so hot in his head. He let you take the lead to see where it went. "So...tell me," you whispered next to his ear, grinding down harder this time which made him shudder. “It c...could never be just kissing” he exhaled, grabbing your waist tightly and feeling the way you smirked on the skin of his shoulders…

A/n: Hopefully, you enjoyed it. Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated <3.

[blondemrk]

hi ill become an anon 4 u! would you write chenle x reader who's really obvious w their crush? like they make him lil things all the time and gets so blushy around him so lele decides to take matters into his own hands :3 (you can do wtvr you want with the confrontation >_o) okii ty!!

♡ marks wife

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

p chenle x fem!reader g fluff

hi anon!! tysm for req. what do you want ur emoji to be :3

chenle wasn’t stupid.

if anything, he prided himself on being sharp—on reading people well, on picking up things others missed.

so when y/n started acting weird around him—stammering when he got too close, avoiding eye contact, blushing like crazy—he noticed.

and the gifts? yeah, those were hard to miss.

it started small. a neatly wrapped pack of his favorite candy left on his desk one morning. then a custom keychain with his initials, which she shoved into his hands so fast she nearly tripped over her words. then a handwritten note before his basketball game, wishing him luck with a tiny doodle of a dolphin in the corner.

chenle wasn’t dense.

and if y/n thought she was being subtle, she was dead wrong.

which is why, after weeks of watching her fluster herself into oblivion, he decided to do something about it.

the opportunity presented itself after school, when he caught y/n stuffing yet another carefully wrapped gift into his locker.

“you know, most people just say hi when they like someone.”

y/n jumped.

she spun around so fast she nearly knocked herself into the locker, her face instantly going up in flames. “chenle?! what are you—”

chenle grinned, leaning casually against the row of lockers. “what am i doing?” he tilted his head. “the real question is, what are you doing?”

y/n looked horrified.

“i wasn’t doing anything!” she blurted, immediately stepping in front of his locker like she could physically block the evidence.

chenle snorted. “yeah? then move.”

her eyes went wide. “why?”

“because i want to see what you definitely weren’t putting in my locker.”

y/n clamped her hands over her face, groaning. “oh my god.”

chenle just laughed, stepping closer. he didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, the way she gripped the sleeves of her sweater like it might help her survive this.

she was so obvious. and honestly? it was cute.

“i think i get it now,” he mused, tapping a finger against his chin. “you like me, don’t you?”

y/n’s whole body twitched.

“you dont know what you are talking about”

chenle leaned in, lowering his voice just enough to make her squirm. “is that a no?”

she opened her mouth—probably to deny it—but her words got stuck somewhere between her brain and her throat.

chenle grinned. “thought so.”

y/n made a noise that sounded somewhere between a whimper and a cry for help.

“hey,” he said, nudging her shoulder lightly. “relax. you don’t have to freak out.”

“this is so embarrassing ,” y/n muttered into her hands.

chenle chuckled, then—before she could spiral any further—reached for her wrist, gently pulling her hands away from her face.

“listen,” he said, softer now, meeting her wide, embarrassed eyes. “if you’re gonna go through all this trouble just to get my attention…”

y/n swallowed hard. “what?”

chenle grinned. “you could’ve just asked me out.”

“what?"

“i’m serious,” he continued, watching her carefully. “you like me, right?”

y/n stared at him, her lips parting slightly.

it took a second, but she nodded.

chenle smirked. “ i like you too.”

for a solid five seconds, y/n didn’t move. didn’t breathe.

chenle laughed, ruffling her hair before turning on his heel. “c’mon, let’s get something to eat. i’ll consider it our first date.”

and with that, he walked off—leaving y/n standing there, still frozen, still reeling, still trying to comprehend what just happened.

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→ warning: nothing but tooth rotting sweetness.

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──── ⋆˚࿔ mark

his warm skin on yours makes your heart bloom like no others - his pure love radiating off his body whenever he's close to you. sleeping together the first time gave mark nearly a heart attack from the realization of how much he loves you, his heart beating faster than usual. but the first time being skin to skin with each other? mark thinks he could die like this. bathed in your warm prescence, your body pressing against him in an intimate, and sensual way. the sun peeking through from the shutters as it hits your smooth skin, he can't stop the feeling to trace the light with his finger as your body is still in deep slumber. how magnificent the body is - mark thinks, but not because of how intimate you two can be, rather because how fascinating it is to him that such a beautiful soul like yours is still blooming even asleep. your body never stopping from producing warmness, mark can feel it when he ghosts his palm over your arm or chest, his eyes mesmerized by the way you let out puffs of air. he observes how your nose ocasionally flutter when taking a breath - or when you snuggle your face closer to his chest when turned over, out of reflex at this point. he smiles, his beating heart against your face makes you smile in your dream. mark thinks this is heaven when seeing the light now shining on your face. he slowly, but surely, takes his palm and covers the sunshine for you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ renjun

you could count the freckles on renjun's bare back - you think. and you want to. your eyes scan over his sleeping form, his arms wrapped around your soft waist like he doesn't want to let go, his eyebrows softly furrowed like he's having troubles. the caressing feeling lulled renjun to sleep a few minutes ago, thinking that all his worries got chased away by your touch. renjun truly loves your soft, delicate hands on his body, magically always helping him to sleep when needed. your hand in his hair, or drawing shapes of love on his skin made him fall into a dream way quickly than he likes to admit - only because he wants to stay up and talk with you. your heart beating against him made him relax even more, knowing that you are here with him, warm against him. but tonight feels different. he stirrs awake against his will, turning on his back and away from your body even as he doesn't want to. people tend carry all their problems and worries on their shoulders, the weight making them muscles sore and aching with pain. renjun carries them at the base of his stomach - he doesn't know why. he gets stomach aches from the to time when stressed, his cramps ruining usually his sleep. "your stomach again?" you'd ask with a small sigh, which renjun only nods to quietly. you know how he feels, so you wrap your arms around him this time, your warm palm flattening on the centre of his body and renjuns feels his worries going away in a second. this time, he doesn't close his eyes and drift to sleep. he turns his head towards you and pulls you even closer, kissing the top of your head. "i feel like i don't deserve your touch." he says, your skin almost melting with his - at least that's how he feels. he truly feels like your body is slowly becoming one with his, and he wishes nothing more but to be with you forever in moments like these.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jeno

the warm steam makes his skin crawl at the same time you step into the shower, your hands immedietly landing on his bare back. his breath hitches as he feels your hands roaming all over his back, slowly inching forward to his well-defined abs and chest.he shivers at your touch, his head falling back slowly, pressing his face next to yours slightly. "i missed you" you would say with your hands softly massaging his sore muscles, helping him relax under the hot steam and your touch. jeno loves being raw with you. bare skin pressed to his bare back, words shortened so talking is not something burdening to do. breathing in each other's breath and saying the words "i missed you too" almost makes the both of you dizzy. it's calm, it's safe.the proximity is somethink unwordly, jeno feels his body incredibly at peace like no other times. being naked with each other and not in a sexual way naturally awakens something inside the both of you, just the raw prescence making you realize how far your relationship has gotten. as jeno feels your hand wrapping around him he can't help but take one of your hands and kiss your knuckles.

──── ⋆˚࿔ donghyuck

you feel like melting at the sight of donghyuck's beauty marks. he doesn't necessarily have any opinions on it, but the minute he feels your warm touch caressing his unshaven face around his beauty marks, it feels like heaven. he feels like his whole body is an uncontrollable blushing mess, arms and legs going numb at your touch. your fingers doesn't only trace his beautiful dots decorating his face, but also all his imperfections. small scars here and there, a few faded away acne which you find adorable especially when haechan is being sulky about it. whenever you place a sheet mask on his face you often press kisses on his birthmarks before covering it all up with a sticky layer of hydrating facemask. "why do you even like them that much?" he asks one night when you're laying your head on his bare chest, his arm propped up behind his head as his eyes are closed. you purse your lips in a small pout, the question making you sulky. "why wouldn't I like them? after all, your past lover used to kiss you there the most." to emphazise your sentence, you lightly caress his mole decorated face. "and aren't you jealous?" with a chuckle he opens his eyes and looks at you. "no. i'm everything but jealous. i'm grateful for them for creating a masterpiece like you." donghyuck can feel his heart racing at your sudden confession, his mind immedietly at ease as he finally knows why you like his birthmarks that much. but in his eyes, you're the masterpiece he's grateful for.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jaemin

it doesn't matter what part of the day it is, jaemin could do this any day, any time. holding you like this in his arms, sitting on top of him as his head is laying against your loving chest. he vividly feels your fingers snaking their ways into his hair, scratching very slightly, almost ghosting over his scalp. the feeling is unmmatched to sense his lips slowly kissing their way up to your jaw, so impossibly slow that feels like he's scared. like he's scared of you vanishing into nothing. the air around you is heavy with unspoken words that you don't have to say out loud. it's there, because you both know it. you both know you how much this moment is important, your actions speaking louder than anything else. his glossy eyes bore onto your face, flicking to your eyes when you take notice of his actions. he feels his heart swell with love whenever you look at him, often catching himself looking away from your gaze to direct his gaze at your lips like he's mentally kissing you. there's this uniqueness in him, which makes you drawn even closer to him. like his eyes are promising to bring all the stars down to you - even the whole universe just for you to keep looking at him. but what he doesn't know,,is that his eyes alone hold the whole universe - which is more than enough for you to keep looking at him.

──── ⋆˚࿔ chenle

his heart never fails to sore for you, even if he has a stern behavior from time to time. the dark room is illuminated by strings of lights above your bed as chenle scans your interwined body in the dim lights. you're chest to chest, head nuzzled in the crook of his neck, one of his hands caressing the skin on your arm. he loves seeing your body react to him, but not just in a lusted way. rather in a gentle way, his hands ranking their way all over your body when you shiver, his arms immedietly wrapping around you to keep you safe in his warm arms. at times like this, he can't help but subconsciously nuzzle his face further against yours. lips ghosting over your forehead, nose bumping against yours, eyes fluttering closed. he feels like home, knowing you are here with him in his arms. as the night fades into slowly dawn, he feels his body giving up on him. he's fighting to stay up and admire you, as long as he can. it feels like it's forever with you, your souls and bodies tied together in a way like this. he never felt this for someone else before, his heart aching to be forever with you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jisung

jisung finds himself losing track of the thougths he wanted to say. he was never good with words, not at least verbally. he thinks showing his love for you is better in actions than anyhow else. his body moves on its own when he feels you psysically next to him,like some kind of magnet finding yours. the touch you provide him in a nurturing way makes his heart skip a beat, always thinking abot how to repay you. little does jisung know, the love and adoration he gives is enough for you to keep fighting for his love and affection. he just wants to feel you keep touching him, to hear your adorable laughing and chuckles whenever he does something slightly out of his comfort zone to show his true intentions towards you. but the favorite thing he loves to do besides just being next to you? is when he can take care of you. cooking for you as much as he can, giving you his clothes whenever you want it just simply helping you out. you often find him taking the brush out of your hands to help you do your hair after a shower, lotioning your body and smooth legs out of love. he loves touching all parts of your body,feeling the warmness in the tips of his fingers all the way to his heart.

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[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ i feel like we made it pretty far / now we're stargazing

pairing: chenle x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 290

a/n: pls forgive any mistakes i wrote this in like 20 mins skndls

thinking about gamer bf!chenle…

the sun had set long ago, leaving only the rainbow led lights decorating chenle’s pc to illuminate your shared dorm room. his arms rest lazily wrapped around your waist; his chin is perched to rest gently against your shoulder. you shiver when he occasionally leans down to press feather-light kisses against your skin. 

chenle’s voice is soft when it cuts through the tranquil quiet of your room, only broken by his raspy whispers of which direction you should travel in or which controls to use. his fingertips occasionally tap along to a silent melody against your hips. 

chenle leans back in his chair, gently tugging you backwards until your back is pressed fully against his chest. you sigh softly when his fingertips slip just underneath the stolen t-shirt covering your body to unconsciously trace unidentifiable shapes into your skin. 

he halfheartedly watches as you continue to progress through the game, only occasionally speaking up to quip about your performance and chuckling when he’s met with a snarky rebuttal in return. eventually chenle falls completely silent. he can feel his attention slowly slipping away from the game - the hd quality graphics being forgotten in favour of watching your reactions. 

smiling to himself, he almost misses it entirely when you twist around to face him. “you’re quiet.” you playfully narrow your eyes, letting the upcoming boss fight be momentarily ignored. “too quiet. what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” chenle simply shakes his head before leaning in to quickly steal a kiss. “i’m glad you’re having fun.”

you raise a hand to cup chenle’s cheek, gently stroking your thumb against his soft skin before leaning in to steal a sweet kiss of your own. “having you here makes it even better.”

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You readjusted on your boyfriend’s lap, straddling his hips. He had his back to the headboard, staring up at you with an exposed neck.

The sight was familiar, however the circumstances were quite…the opposite.

“Stay still,” You commanded, aligning the holes in the slimy mask with his eyes and mouth. He let out a breathy laugh, hands squeezing the flesh of your hips.

“It’s kind of hard when you’re sitting on me,” He replied, smoothing his hands over your bare legs, sending a shiver down your spine. “Especially, when you’re in nothing but my hoodie.”

He furthered his hands over your thighs, tempting you with the pleasure you’d usually be feeling while atop him.

“Shut up,” You replied, “Just let me finish putting this on and I’ll get off.”

However, he didn’t want you to get off. It was a dangerous game he was playing, one that had you rather distracted.

“I wish I could kiss you,” He remarked, dragging his fingers over your stomach and up your sides casually. “But, you wanted this.” He was referring to the cutely-printed sheet against his skin.

Your breath was shortening with every fleeting touch, ones that he knew made you crave more. The beating in your chest was loud and you wondered if he could hear it, or feel it somewhere else.

“Chenle,” You warned, flattening the bumps and creases in the material; the glide easy with all the excess serum. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He asked innocently, your hands falling around his neck. You deadpanned through your own animal-print. “I’m not doing anything.”

Your boyfriend looked quite adorable with the tiger sheet mask on, which you had recently bought and had been keeping in the fridge for self care night (plus Chenle). So, why were you so turned on?

“Fifteen minutes,” And then, from zero to a hundred—like the wind was getting knocked out of you—one particularly hard pull had your eyes rolling back and your sentence being cut short.

Your stomach was in knots instantly, head leveling again from being thrown back. There was a shit-eating grin on his face. He was winning the game he started, that was for certain.

Chenle did it again, pushing your hips against his lap and making you moan out softly. “Le…please,”

You could feel everything: How hard he was getting, how wet you were getting, how suffocating this stupid face mask was starting to feel.

Relaxing, my ass.

His voice had a mock-softness to it, “Please what, baby?”

However, you didn’t give in, “Set a timer.”

He rocked you forward again, and then back, and then repeated it until you were moving at a steady rhythm. His fingers dug into the skin of your ass, guiding the movements easily.

Chenle completely ignored your request, too caught up in the way you started to leave a wet patch against the gray fabric. He could feel it, so he knew you could too.

It was too much, he groaned at the sight. “Fuck,”

You huffed, biting your lip raw. A whimper escaped your throat at the small noises he was also trying to conceal. But, you both were just as bad as the other.

“Chenle,” You whispered, not being able to force anything higher out. The feeling of your clit being stimulated by the fabric of your panties against his sweats was enough for you. And, maybe it was all the tension he built that had you toppling to the edge early—not that he minded.

“Yeah, baby? You close?” He smirked, knowing that the grip you had against him was a telltale sign of yours, “You can come. Go ahead.”

And you really did, his (your forced) movements continuing after your thighs attempted to close around his hips. Obviously, to no avail.

Your hands pressed against his chest, lower stomach, arms, anything to get him to stop dragging you back and forth like a ragdoll.

“Too much,” You mewled at the overstimulation, “S-stop it.”

“No,” He simply said, “There’s still about twelve minutes left.”

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