#Zhong Chenle fluff

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｡ ｡ 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( 钟.𝐂𝐋 )─────엔시티

( 一月 ). ──who knew putting on face masks with your boyfriend, chenle, would lead you here? spoiler: he did. 钟辰乐 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, smut warn. language, dry humping, skinship wc : 649HUN ++( 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 )

노트 zhong chenle save me

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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chenle finding your lost dog !!

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⟡ let me suck your tits?

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suggestive , chenle x reader , intimate touching but not really sexual , boob sucking , boob kissing , soft sweet loving , they're cuddling in bed btw , soft chenle , kinda sub chenle , yes y/n calls chenle kitty i don't make the rules (yes i do) , some pet names , requested here

"missed you today."

you let out a soft hum as he kissed your cheek, his hands rubbing softly at your waist.

"did you now?"

his nose poked harshly against your cheek, his giggles soft against your cheek as you squirmed away.

"shut up, 'course i did pretty."

he turned to gently lay on top of you, your bodies sinking into the bed.

"kitty- you're heavy-" you poked at his sides, only a soft mhm leaving his lips as he started to kiss your face.

his lips were soft against your skin, slightly parted so his tongue could poke you.

you giggled under his touch, hands running up his back and into his hair to gently pull at the strands. he groaned softly at the feeling, lips trailing down your neck and towards your collarbones.

your breath hitched slightly as his hand reached under your shirt, cold fingertips teasing your skin. you reached down to cup his cheek, his eyes now drifting up to meet yours, "you look so pretty from down here."

you threw your head against your pillows, shaking chenle slightly as you giggled under him, cheeks flushing at the compliment, "you're an idiot."

you felt his breath against your skin as he let out a soft laugh, a little mhm following after as he continued to kiss your chest.

his hands continued to fidget under your shirt, softly pinching at your soft skin, warming his hands against your tummy.

"let me suck your tits?" you looked down at him to see his pouty lips, cheeks slightly flushed as he rutted his growing length against your leg.

"when have i ever said no?" his pout turned into a wide grin as he quickly reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your bare breasts.

your chest tightened as the cool air hit your nipples, chenle's fingertips following soon after to rub against the sensitive bud.

"i love you." his voice was low, but sweet, a soft smile playing against his lips as he began to plant kisses along the swell of your breasts.

"i love you to-"

"i was talking to your tits babe."

you smacked his shoulder softly, rolling your eyes as he laughed against your chest, long hair tickling your skin.

"just kidding, you know i love both of you- youu-" he planted a light kiss to your right breast, "and you-" a kiss to your left breast.

you let him have his moment, ignoring his little confessions of love towards your tits as he started to plant kisses along your nipples, tongue peeking out to get a taste of your skin.

"call me your baby-" he licked at your skin, tongue dragging around your nipple, his soft eyes looking up at you.

"you're my baby lele- such a sweet boy." you rubbed his hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands.

"thank you."

moments like this made you forget how much suffering chenle made you go through. the tickling, the chasing around the house, the burning of food. none of that mattered as he wrapped his lips around you nipples, eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

he moaned softly, his arms wrapping around your back to pull you closer, his face smushed against your supple breast.

you let out a sigh as he suckled softly, fingers running through his hair to soothe his breathing. he relaxed into your touch, his breath warm against your breast as he remained glued to your nipple.

"kitty you can't sleep like this-"

he hummed into your breast, tongue never leaving your skin, "remember that time i let you sleep with my soft dick in your mo-" you patted him lightly urging him to stop.

"okay i get it-" you leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, a small smile spreading on his lips, "you're really annoying you know that right?"

he chuckled at your comment, the soft sound of suckling being his response.

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pairing. chenle x shy!reader

synopsis. the one where your affection-starved boyfriend keeps asking you for kisses

tags. established relationship, purely fluff, no specific prns used for reader, lmk if anything was missed :D

wc. 0.8k

notes. this is heavily self-indulgent (again) and i have no excuses. why can't all men just be chenle im so srs 😞😞 also can we talk about the dreamies love me right stage like it was SO good (i am still here it is my roman empire),, anw likes and feedback are highly appreciated!

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“babe, kiss please.”

chenle’s voice is light and teasing, as though the request is the most natural thing in the world. his lips are already puckered, his chin tilted upward just enough to let you know he’s fully expecting to get his way. his arms are sprawled comfortably on the couch, legs stretched out, one sock-clad foot nudging yours beneath the blanket draped over both of you.

you glance at him, already feeling the warmth creeping up your neck. his confidence is unshakable, and it’s maddening how he knows you so well—knows you’d never outright deny him, especially when he’s in one of these moods.

“but le,” you stammer, your voice slightly higher than usual, “that’s the tenth one today.”

your face is already flushed, the heat blooming across your cheeks as you avoid his gaze. you fiddle with the hem of the blanket, trying to appear unaffected, but the small, traitorous quiver in your voice gives you away.

“no one told you to keep count, baby,” he replies smoothly, his lips quirking into a grin that deepens the dimple on his left cheek.

“i know, but…” you trail off, words slipping away as he leans closer, his eyes locked on yours with that mischievous spark that always sets your heart racing.

“kiss?”

his voice is softer now, more of a coax than a command. the single word lingers between you, playful and persistent, as if daring you to resist. his proximity is overwhelming, the faint scent of his cologne that vaguely reminds you of fresh laundry mixing with the warmth radiating from his skin.

you shift slightly, trying to steady your breath, but the couch feels impossibly small. “le,” you murmur, barely audible, and your eyes flit nervously to the muted television.

he tilts his head, his dark eyes wide with mock curiosity. “hmm?”

the late afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, casting soft, golden patterns on the walls. outside, birds chirp faintly, their song weaving into the cozy stillness of the room. the scene is peaceful, but the fluttering in your chest is anything but.

“i just think…” you pause, your fingers curling tightly around the edge of the blanket. his presence is so close, so consuming, that forming coherent sentences feels like a monumental task. “i just think you’re doing this on purpose.”

his grin spreads wider, and there’s a twinkle in his eye that confirms your suspicions. “maybe i am,” he says, his voice low and lilting. his hand drapes casually over the back of the couch, fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder. “but what are you going to do about it?”

you puff your cheeks slightly in frustration, your lips pressing into a thin line. “you’re impossible,” you mutter, though your tone lacks any real bite.

“and you’re adorable,” he counters effortlessly, his teasing edge softening into something sweeter. his gaze lingers on your face, taking in every shy glance and nervous fidget.

the quiet stretches between you again, and for a moment, all you can hear is the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. the weight of his attention feels heavy yet comforting, like a blanket wrapping around you.

“hey.”

you glance up at him hesitantly, and he takes the opportunity to tilt his head slightly, his expression now devoid of the teasing smirk. “you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, his tone sincere in nature.

the sudden shift in his demeanor catches you off guard, and your heart skips a beat. you realize then, with the way his gaze softens and his teasing fades into genuine care, that this is why you never deny him.

your hand hesitates, but eventually, you reach out to brush your fingers against his cheek. his eyes widen slightly in surprise before his grin returns, smaller this time but somehow warmer.

“okay,” you whisper, your voice so quiet you’re not sure he hears you until he leans in again, this time slower, giving you all the space in the world to pull away if you want.

but you don’t.

your lips press against his for the briefest moment, featherlight and shy, but it’s enough to make his heart swell. when you pull back, your cheeks are aflame, and you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.

“see?” chenle murmurs, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and affection. “not so bad, right?”

you swat at his arm, grumbling under your breath, but he just laughs, leaning back against the couch with a contented sigh. “eleven,” you mumble after a moment, counting softly under your breath.

“what was that, baby?” he asks, feigning ignorance, though the grin tugging at his lips tells you he heard every word.

you glance at him from the corner of your eye, a small smile tugging at your own lips despite yourself. “that’s the eleventh one today.”

chenle chuckles, leaning over to press another quick kiss to your temple, his voice low and teasing.

“then make that twelve.”

[strrykais]

an idea for a 1-800: y/n trying to text her ex bf, but getting the number wrong by one digit and instead accidentally texting [any member].

1-800-hot-n-fun [zhong chenle]

who said texting your ex was a bad thing??? the wrong number thats who…

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expensive friendship. masterlist | z.ch

pairing: art major!reader x rich kid!chenle

genre: college/university au, social media au (some written parts), fluff, angst, slow burn(ish)

summary: your mysterious aura makes you the talk of the school as a new tranfer, and chenle is intrigued to see if what people say about you is real. or in which, chenle pays you to hang out with him.

warning(s): swearing, sexual jokes (no smut)

status: on going

started: 25111

updates: tuesday & friday

a/n: started writing this because i saw a post asking for a chenle smau, whoever you were, this is for you 🫶🏻

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01 - what about the new girl?

02 - chimaek after all

03 - it was mark's fault

04 - project in progress

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08 - doubts

09 - first day on the job

10 - chenle's fangirls

11 - art nerd

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Arriving at the race and seeing your ex after being over with him for so long, your heart plummets, like a weight dragging it deeper with every beat, the heartache growing stronger.

Despite your friends calling after you, you run, you can’t bear to look at Jaehyun, not after he did all of that to you and treated you like shit 99% of the time.

But, why was he here? And why exactly tonight? You know that he’s a fan of Chenle, but... why did he have to show up tonight? Where you’re dressed up all pretty for Chenle?

You keep running, your footsteps pounding against the pavement in rhythm with your racing heart— to the burn inside your chest. Why now? Why him?

Memories of Jaehyun flood your mind, his empty promises, him only talking to you if he needed money or if he messed something up. Him being here is the absolute worst, tonight was supposed to be you having fun and cheering Chenle on, but how could you do that now when Jaehyun is here?

Your running comes to a halt when you bump into someone, their hands immediately latching onto your shoulders to stop you from falling onto the floor. You inhale sharply as you look up at the mysterious person who caught you and it’s...

“Yuta?” Your voice comes out like a breath, your eyes widening as you examine his face carefully and you’re right, it is Yuta. The same Yuta who stood you up and made you cry over him. But, you remember him saying he doesn’t plan on coming to the races anymore so... why is he here?

“That’s right, pretty. I’m surprised you still remember me.” Yuta laughs, a not-so-friendly smile creeping up on his face as he lets go of your shoulders. You see his eyes looking at you up and down— you gulp, unsure of what to do as your eyes dart to the ground.

“Who are you dressed up for? You look...” He pauses, biting his bottom lip. “Breathtaking.” Yuta smirks. You don’t know if you should thank him or push him and start running again, although the second choice is sounding mighty better right now.

“Oh, she’s here?” You turn around once you hear a voice behind you, and well, it seems like everything is against you today. Jaehyun. Myung fucking Jaehyun has found you. You’re basically stuck between the two of them. You can’t run anywhere.

“Y/N, baby, how much I’ve missed you.” Jaehyun says but in an almost taunting way, taking your hands into his. Your fingers trembling, a tight knot forming in your stomach. “Haven’t you missed me at all?” He adds on, his face inching closer to yours— but you back your head away, not wanting him to be close to you.

“I... no, I...” You fail to form a sentence as your breathing becomes more shallow as if you don’t have enough air in your lungs. This feels like hell on earth, you don’t know what to do. You don’t want him near you, and you certainly don’t want Yuta near you either! These are the two men who’ve practically ruined your view on love.

But you can’t escape because there’s no doubt one of them will grab you and keep you at bay here. You swallow hard, your eyes looking away from Jaehyun— you slowly take your hands back, and to your surprise, Jaehyun lets your hands escape his.

“Come on, Y/N, he won’t kill you. Tell him you’ve missed him too.” Yuta whispers in your ear from behind you, making fun of you in a way. The two of them laugh, making you feel smaller and smaller. Your mind was yelling at you, telling you to push them away and run away but you couldn’t. Your feet were glued to the ground. You can’t bring yourself to do anything.

“Leave her the fuck alone.”

You recognize that voice, you know it very well. It’s Chenle.

As if it’s a reflex, you shove Jaehyun to the side and run to Chenle, immediately embracing him. He accepts your embrace and wraps his arms loosely around you. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” Chenle murmurs, gently rubbing your back.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Get away from him!” Jaehyun shouts as he stares at the two of you, his hands clench into fists. “Yeah, let her be with her boyfriend, besides, don’t you have to get ready for the race, Zhong?” Yuta says, crossing his arms as he giggles.

“She’s not going anywhere near the two of you— and let me correct you, she’s not Jaehyun’s girlfriend anymore. She’s my fucking girlfriend.” Chenle spits, his eyebrows furrowing.

You don’t know if your ears are playing tricks on you but... did Chenle just... call you his girlfriend? You feel his grip on you tighten, and your stomach starts to ache, but in a good way, there’s no doubt that the pain in your stomach is butterflies.

“Your— what?” Jaehyun glares at Chenle, letting out a scoff. “Was I not clear enough, Jaehyun? Should I repeat myself?” Chenle’s voice is low as he speaks.

“Why the hell are the two of you even here?” Chenle asks as he slowly releases you from his embrace. You stand near him, holding his hand and letting your fingers intertwine with his— you look at Jaehyun and Yuta.

“I—”

“Finally, this is where I come into play.” Yuta cuts off Jaehyun, giving him a smile that’s definitely a message for ‘keep your mouth shut.’ “Chenle, I challenge you to race against me. Nobody else on the racetrack but me and you.” Yuta drops what he’s wanted to say.

“You sure you wanna go against me, Nakamoto?”

“Positive, Zhong. The one who reaches the finish line first is the better racer and the loser has to quit racing. Sound good?” Yuta suggests.

This idea doesn't seem smart, and there’s tension between Yuta and Chenle. It's as if there's some unresolved issue between them, but you don’t know what it is.

“Sounds good to me, let Ten know that there’s a change in plans... oh and Y/N will be with me as we race.” Chenle says his final words to Yuta before walking away with you, leading you toward the racetrack.

Once there, he settles you onto the seat of his motorcycle. “Are you okay?” His gaze softens— though, just hearing his voice brings you comfort. “Yeah... I’m okay now. Thanks for stepping in for me. I was really scared.” You reply, giving him a weak smile.

“You don’t need to thank me. God, those assholes...” Chenle’s words trail off as he sighs deeply, clicking his tongue. “I had no idea they would be here, but goddamn, I’m getting them blacklisted from here.”

“I didn’t know either, I was so surprised... but, Lele, are you sure you can beat Yuta in this race?” You ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You’re nervous for Chenle, because what if he doesn’t win? What if he has to give up racing?

“Oh please, he’s nothing compared to me. You just sit tight behind me and look pretty as we race, this is gonna be an easy victory.” Chenle reassures you, a confident look on his face.

He was going to win, no doubt. There’s no way he’s gonna lose this race, especially not to Yuta.

“Okay, everyone! Seems like we have a different plan for today. I’m pretty sure you all know the ex-king of racing, Nakamoto Yuta. Well, he’s back, and guess who he’s racing against?” Ten’s voice booms throughout the racetrack, gathering everyone’s attention.

“It’s no other than our current king, Zhong Chenle! Chenle, who stole the title of ‘king’ from Yuta. How exciting, isn’t it? We’re gonna see the two best Neo racers go against one another today, let me hear those cheers!” Ten exclaims, hyping up the crowd for this race.

The bright start to shine on the starting line, where you’re sitting on Chenle’s motorcycle. The crowd starts to yell Yuta’s name as he makes his appearance on the starting line, walking confidently toward you and Chenle, with a smirk on his face.

Yuta stops at his motorcycle, his gaze landing on you and Chenle. “Ready to finally lose, Chenle?” He taunts, sounding way too sure of himself. “We’ll see about that, Yuta.” Chenle rolls his eyes, taking his helmet and securing it on his head before doing the same to you.

“Hold on tight, angel, ‘cause this is gonna be a wild ride.” He says and you nod to his words, taking a deep breath. Chenle sits at the front of the seat, his hands gripping the handlebars. You wrap your arms around his waist, nervous, but also excited.

“Seems like our racers are ready, and in 3... 2... 1... Go!” Ten shouts and the race officially begins.

Keeping true to his style, Chenle starts fast immediately, getting himself into the lead. The world blurs around you, the rush of wind and the intense acceleration creating an exhilarating sensation, to say the least.

Every single one of Chenle’s movements is controlled with such precision, every lean into the curves of the race track executed perfectly. You can feel his confidence just from the way he’s riding the motorcycle.

But Yuta starts speeding up as well, starting to close the distance between him and Chenle. Chenle glances in his rearview mirror, seeing Yuta start to catch up with him but Chenle remains relaxed, not bothered by Yuta at all.

The two of them are neck and neck— there’s another curve approaching and Chenle is going to use this to push his limits and his bike’s limits, he’s gonna beat Yuta no matter what it takes.

“Gonna speed up now, angel. Hold onto me as tight as you can.” Chenle gives you a heads up— you tighten your grip around his waist, and thank God he gave you that heads up because the way he sped up was insane.

Reaching the curve, the motorcycle goes low, it feels as if both of you are going to fall off of it but, no. Yuta falls behind Chenle, slowing down his bike once he gets to the curve.

Chenle is now much more in the lead, practically leaving Yuta in the dust. Instead of Chenle slowing down, now that Yuta’s out of sight... he keeps that same quick speed. But you can swear he’s going even faster.

“Lele! Can you slow down?” You exclaim, feeling the wind become harsher by the moment. “No can do. I told you it was going to be a wild ride.” Chenle replies, letting out a laugh.

The finishing line starts to come into view and Yuta’s nowhere to be seen. It’s almost unbelievable how easy this race is. That’s who they claimed as the ‘king of racing’? It’s no wonder that Chenle got that title instead.

He’s much more skilled, knows how to handle a motorcycle better than Yuta, and just has better tactics than him. Just how bad were the previous racers for Yuta to be named ‘king of racing’ when he’s terrible at it?

And it’s just as expected— Chenle passes the finish line first, stopping his motorcycle and taking off his helmet, running his fingers through his hair. He gets off the bike and turns to you, taking off your helmet.

But what you didn’t expect to see at the finish line was Jaehyun, waiting there. He looks pissed, most likely because Yuta hasn’t made it yet. You can feel Jaehyun’s gaze on you and Chenle and Chenle was going to use this to his advantage, to make Jaehyun jealous and let him see what he lost.

Because Jaehyun is nothing more than a forgotten chapter in your story, so why should Chenle or you care about him or what he feels?

Chenle gently places his hands on your waist, looking right into your eyes before taking a quick sneak at your lips. You know what he wants, and you want it just as badly as him. “May I?” He whispers, and you nod, without hesitation.

Chenle closes the distance between the two of you and places his lips on yours. Letting everyone at the race know that you’re his, and he’s yours.

You respond to the kiss, making your hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Deepening the kiss, a fire lit inside the both of you. You don’t care that there’s hundreds of people watching you, the only thing you’re focusing on right now is Chenle and he’s the only thing you’re thinking of.

Chenle slowly pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

That kiss is what confirms everything for you.

“I’m taking you back to my place tonight, angel.”

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NIGHT RIDER : chapter 35 — king of racing

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　　　　chenle ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺ (1)

chenle soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: zhong chenle x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

part 1 of "chenle is the type of boyfriend to..." series

author's notes: hey y'all........ felt 100% delusional so i decided to do this because all these dreamies soft hours headcanons are literally making me go crazy 😭😭 hope y'all enjoy, i JUST really love chenle (it's obvious)

chenle is the type of boyfriend to come over to your place every evening just to give you kisses, or food, or flowers so that you wouldn't feel alone and so that he'll remind you everyday that he loves you so much! he has every single time to cuddle with you and tell you sweet compliments to enlighten your mood whenever you're stressed.

"i love you so, so much, pretty." chenle says as he kisses your forehead, ruffling your hair softly while he holds you in his arms. he felt cozy wrapping his arms around you, watching you lie down on his chest as you listen to his sweet compliments. "i love the way you are, how pretty you are, how sweet you are, how kind you are... i'm so, so glad you're mine."

chenle is the type of boyfriend to surprise you with gifts at the best times and occasions, giving you gifts and bouquets that expressed his congratulations and how proud he is for you. he always wants and expects you to come home to his gifts after work, all displayed and decorated by him once you get inside.

"i tried my best decorating this for you... do you like it?" chenle smiles as he turns to the balloons on the living room and the flowers that he's holding, chuckling softly as you were still surprised with the way chenle did all this for you. "i know this whole decoration thingy doesn't look good enough, but it's enough to express how proud i am and how much i love you."

chenle is the type of boyfriend to drop everything, whether it's schedules or special occasions, just to attend your special occasions. he wants to be there for you in every single occasion, whether it's major or not, because he wants to witness you do your best, or he wants to be with you if you couldn't find a date for that certain occasion. he doesn't care if dropping schedules would cause consequences, but as long as it's you he's prioritizing, he'll go for it.

"you have an awarding ceremony tomorrow?" chenle asks as he looks at you, immediately thinking of canceling all his plans just to be with you. you nod, asking, "yeah, are you gonna come?" since you really didn't want chenle to miss this out. the moment you ask him, he immediately took his laptop to go and cancel every single plan he has for tomorrow. "i'm canceling all my plans, i'm coming."

chenle is the type of boyfriend to get a little bit jealous whenever he hears or spots you talk with another guy on the phone or right in front of him. just by looking at him while you're talking to someone else on the phone, you already know how jealous he is by the look in his eyes. he would usually deny the fact that he gets jealous everytime, but whenever you catch him, it seems like he can't deny it any longer.

chenle looks at you with a low, death glare, impatiently waiting for you to end the call. "when are you gonna end that?" he whispers, as you look at him and tell him to wait before you ended the call. "jealous?" you ask him with a chuckle, settling your phone on the side as you looked at him with a soft smile. you loved seeing chenle jealous, it's cute of him. "yeah, yeah, can't even deny that anymore... can we cuddle now, please? i'm too impatient, i want you badly."

©️ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024

[sunshyni]

notinha da sun - sabe a última live do Lele?? Que ele falou do “tipo ideal” dele e tudo mais?? Então... A resposta dele me deixou meio maluquinha, não aguento mais sofrer por neo 😭 O plot em si não tá grandioso, mas tá gostosinho de ler, espero que vocês gostem 🫣

Você não conseguia se concentrar na matéria que estava revisando pelo notebook na biblioteca da universidade, especialmente porque Chenle estava passando mais vezes que o necessário pela sua mesa com um carrinho de livros para organizar nas estantes e nas seções certas. Além de você, só existiam mesmo o Zhong, a senhorazinha que cuidava da biblioteca e uma garota no seu terceiro sono, provavelmente babando sobre uma cópia de um livro de estatística. Para provocar, Chenle chegava bem pertinho de você, sussurrava no seu ouvido se você iria usar aquele livro que estava sobre a sua mesa ou não, se aproveitando da política da biblioteca de não falar alto e fazendo todo o seu corpo arrepiar como nunca antes.

A verdade é que você nunca pensou que se atrairia por alguém como Chenle. Não que ele não fosse lindo e engraçado, ele só não fazia o seu tipo. Mas a forma como ele liderou o grupo no último seminário da faculdade, que praticamente valia suas notas integrais, te fez mudar de ideia. E agora ele estava te perturbando, aparecendo nos seus sonhos, te fazendo transpirar e engolir em seco toda vez que se encaravam nos corredores, na sala de aula, em todo o campus.

Aparentemente, ele descobrira o que estava provocando em você, porque não parava de te atiçar: olhando pra você, te presenteando com coisinhas da lanchonete que ele sabia que você adorava, e esbanjando aquele sorriso brilhante na sua direção, te deixando meio sem rumo e cega.

Você estava exausta, não aguentava mais. Tinha tomado uma bomba de energia nas últimas duas horas, e as latinhas de energético estavam guardadas na sua mochila pra serem descartadas depois. Deitou a cabeça no teclado do notebook, acidentalmente digitando uma sequência de letras que não formavam palavra alguma. Mas, quando você olhou de volta para a tela, parecia até que o nome “Zhong Chenle” aparecia brilhante, piscando pra você numa fonte em letras garrafais, indo contra qualquer tipografia, em neon.

— Para, você nem tá lendo esse livro. Me deixa fazer o meu trabalho. — Falando no diabo... Chenle apareceu de repente, arrastando a cadeira ao lado da sua devagar e rapidamente, quase sem fazer barulho. Ele tinha virado o mestre de não fazer barulho graças ao trabalho na biblioteca. Você olhou pra ele. Meu Deus, você nem sabia que seu coração podia bater tão rápido dentro do peito. Sentia que iria desmaiar. Então, afastando a cadeira de um jeito não tão silencioso e glamoroso feito ele, você segurou o livro enquanto olhava para Chenle com a cara emburrada.

Detestava estar com os quatro pneus arriados por um cara. Detestava também estar na casa dos vinte e saber esses ditados de velho, mas essa era outra história. A questão é que você era fiel àquela filosofia de que era melhor ficar com alguém não tão bonito assim, que fosse obcecado por você. Obcecado mesmo. Chenle definitivamente não tinha nada a ver com o tipo de cara com quem você se interessava. Então por que estava tão maluca? Sentia-se tão tonta?

Chenle te acompanhou, apressando os passos pra te alcançar na última estante de livros, no fundo da biblioteca, escondido de todos.

— Esse livro não é aí, doida — ele sussurrou atrás de você, mas você nem deu bola. A última prateleira de livros era relacionada a física quântica, e alguma coisa te dizia que cada partícula que formava o seu corpo queria a de Chenle. Aquilo com certeza era um sinal.

— Que foi? Você não aguenta mais, né? — Chenle sorriu pra você, se aproximando e, sem pensar, fazendo com que você encostasse na estante. Seus olhos acompanharam o desenho do rosto dele, tão lindo, tão seu. Tá, esse último talvez não fosse verdade, mas você sonhava que sim. Realmente sonhava. Acordava assustada no meio da noite porque imaginava coisas demais. Era assustador.

— Não sei do que você tá falando. — Você até tentou ser firme, mas as suas mãos formigavam. Ele estava tão próximo para o toque. Sentia seus pelos se eriçarem como quando somos crianças e encostamos numa televis��o. Chenle era uma TV muito atrativa. Ele se aproximou mais, tocando sua cintura, elevando a camiseta um bocado e fazendo com que você prendesse a respiração instintivamente.

— Mentirosa. Sabe sim. Tá pensando em mim dia e noite, só não quer admitir — ele sussurrou perto da sua boca, os olhos nos seus lábios brilhantes e convidativos graças ao gloss com aroma artificial de morango. Chenle queria te morder. Você era tão linda que ele não sabia se conseguiria se conter por mais tempo.

— Você nem faz meu tipo — Chenle te ouviu dizer, e foi o bastante pra outro sorriso galante crescer nos lábios dele.

— Não faço, é? Então você não quer que eu te beije, né? — Ele se afastou, e você quase choramingou. — Vai se contentar só com os seus sonhos, então.

Chenle fez menção de ir embora, mas você o impediu imediatamente, agarrando o pulso dele antes que ele fizesse tal besteira. Você sussurrou um “por favor...” carregado de necessidade, e no próximo átimo de segundo, a mão de Chenle adornava seu pescoço como um lindo colar de pedras preciosas — melhor que isso — e os lábios caíam sobre os seus, te beijando como nos seus melhores sonhos, ou até melhor que isso. Suas mãos, meio afoitas, tocaram-no exatamente da forma que você imaginou. Tamanha a atração, você gemeu sem querer, o que era um problema considerando que vocês estavam numa biblioteca quase vazia.

Chenle sorriu quando afastou os lábios de você. Sem fôlego e vermelho — graciosamente vermelho — deixou um beijinho breve na sua bochecha e te olhou.

— Pronto, agora você consegue estudar em paz — ele disse, e você sorriu, procurando a mão dele para entrelaçar seus dedos.

— Eu tava estudando, não tava pensando em você — você disse, mas o sorriso te delatava, dizendo que era o contrário.

Chenle beijou sua boca, provando e retirando o restinho de gloss que faltava.

— Mentirosa.

@sunshyni. Todos os direitos reservados.

[eternallyhyucks]

instagram story soft launch with chenle

[loveablejeekies]

7dream: you message them because you miss them ღ

↪ fluff, gender neutral reader, est relationships

⤹ i thought of trying something different after my long hiatus hahah. i hope you like this! tell me if i should make more of these?

[kyufessions]

days like this

synopsis: your solo shopping day turns into a day with your boyfriend

pairings: boyfriend! chenle x g.n. reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

a/n: kinda dreamt about this so i had to write about it 🤭 also not proof read at all oopsies

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @jungsusvillain

“How about this shirt?”

You sighed, shaking your head in disagreement. “Anything but a black tee, babe.” you grab the shirt and put it back in it’s rightful place, making sure to fold it up somewhat correctly. “You have little to no color in your wardrobe.”

Your boyrfiend rolls his eyes, looking through the stack of shirts he likes. Unfortunately, no colorful ones stick out to him so he moves onto the rack of clothing beside the table of clothes. “I have some colorful clothes.” he grumbles under his breath, a pout playing on his lips as he speaks.

“Your basketball tees don’t count.” you tease, looking over at him and chuckling at his facial expression. He looks offended, a dramatic hand flying to his chest. Smiling, you start looking through the rack with him. You pick up a yellow graphic tee, one with a design you figured he'd like. “What about this one?”

As you hold it against him, he scrunches his nose as he looks down at himself. “The design is nice, i don’t mind it.” you watch him for a few seconds, examining his face to see if he’s lying. He continues looking down, really seeing if he actually likes it. Feeling your eyes burning into him, he meets your gaze and tilts his head confused. “What?”

You suck in your bottom lip between your teeth, squinting your eyes up at him playfully. “I cant tell if you’re serious or not.”

Chenle grabs the shirt from your hands, tossing it into the cart next to the pile of clothing you’re buying. Originally, today’s trip was just for you to do some shopping for some new clothes as you’re starting to outgrow your old ones. But since chenle had the day off as well, he tagged along and decided you both could do some shopping together. He just didn’t think he’d be confronted about the lack of rainbow in his closet and be dragged into the men’s clothing section of target.

“I like the shirt, baby. I’ll just have to get used to the color.” he watches your eyes sparkle under the retail lighting at his confession, smiling at you and cupping your face in his hands. He ignores your question to the sudden affection, knowing he’s not too fond of PDA. “you’re so cute.” he mumbles before pecking your face with several kisses, his smile never leaving his face.

You just allow whatever is happening, happen. Regardless of the other shoppers who may be looking at you two in the middle of the men’s clothing section being lovey dovey. you take in all of your boyfriend's love, giggling between his kisses. placing your hands on top of his, you wiggle your head in different directions as you pull away from him.

“what was that for?” you question, placing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before letting go of his hands and starting to walk towards another rack of clothing.

chenle admires the blush refusing to leave your face, his happy grin staying permanently on his face. “you’re just so cute.”

looking back at him, you tug the cart closer to both of you as you take him by the hand and towards another rack of shirts. “i love you too.” he may not be good with words sometimes, but you knew exactly what he meant. or at least by now you’d had hoped you did. “come on, shopping isn’t done yet.”

grumbling, his pout returns as his bottom lip pokes out at you. as you show him shirts, he doesn’t do much looking at them. but rather let’s you choose what you think would look best on him- he trusts your judgment and prefers admiring you instead.

“what happened to being a golden retriever and black cat?” chenle asks randomly as you had finished putting more clothes in the cart.

you start walking down the aisle towards the pants, the cart in front of you as he walks beside you the best he could maneuver around the tables and mannequins. “we still are, but what if i want to be the black cat sometimes?” you stop in front of the jeans, looking for ones that fit his style the best until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. looking back, you see him staring down at you lovingly. “what’s up with you today?” you tease, adding a small laugh afterwards to further add that you’re joking.

“i just love days like this with you.” is all he says before placing his head on top of yours, looking at the jeans you had in your hand. “plus, you can never be the black cat.”

you roll your eyes, hitting his arm softly with the jeans in your hand. “i can be if i wanted to.”

he shakes his head with a hum, grabbing the jeans and checking the size. “maybe one day.”

instead of leaving with clothes for just yourself and some items for your apartment, you left with a long receipt with items printed on it totaling up to hundreds of dollars. but you would do it all over again and again if it meant spending another waking moment with chenle.

[nerdlvr]

ᢉ𐭩 dad chenle smau

just dad chenle who loves to spoil his girls

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[lelengerine]

now playing... "show and tell"

pairing | basketball varsity!chenle x artist!reader

synopsis | draw a pretty boy and perhaps he'll come to you.

genre | just literal 3 am fluff thoughts, bball player chenle slight brainrot, no specific prns are used (lmk if there's anything i've missed!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | so... i'm back and it's been a long while 😄 kinda forgot about tumblr for a sec but i hope you guys still remember me TT i was pretty much in a slump + acads were crazy, however!!! i am back!!! somewhat!!! likes and feedback are always appreciated (also new post layout yayy)

m.list

the air inside the school’s gymnasium has always felt humid as it clings to your skin like a damp blanket. the place has the distinct scent of sweat — entire buckets of it actually — while the occasional skid of sneakers on the rubber floor sends involuntary shivers down your spine. it’s hardly a place one would choose for peace of mind, yet here you are, perched on the bleachers, busily drawing on your sketchpad all because of a boy.

honestly, you wouldn’t be willingly subjecting yourself to this either if he wasn’t so… pretty. he sported vibrant orange hair that matched him well, the tips sticking together from the sweat on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed from from the heat, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he energetically ran around the court. but it's his smile that captivates you the most, its brightness rivaling that of the sun, his eyes forming playful whiskers as they crinkle into crescents — a sight you've translated onto the pages of your sketchbook more times than you’d like to admit.

how were you supposed to turn down drawing someone like him as an art student? one that’s in an art slump no less.

curse all pretty men, you tell yourself as your pencil scritches over the surface of your sketchbook.

you weren’t even acquainted to him one bit. in fact, you’ve only learned of his name around a week ago? it was zhong chenle if your memory serves you right.

your friend had told you he was the famous ace of your school’s basketball team, mostly for being able to make shots from such large distances. she was shocked you weren’t even aware of the boy when he was usually the talk of the entire student body, especially during the time championship season rolls around.

hell, you don’t even care much for the sport, but he’s making you second guess that too with the way he moves so effortlessly — like he was made to play this sport. perhaps you could understand the infatuation many others harbor for him… just a tiny bit.

you continue your sketch nonetheless, stuck erasing and re-drawing a certain line that doesn’t want to bend in your favor. it seems to have taken all of your focus, as you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching you. a tap is placed on your shoulder, and you turn around to find the exact boy you’ve been drawing for the entirety of his varsity practice.

“is that supposed to be me?” his words are laced with intrigue, accompanied by a gentler smile than you're accustomed to, yet just as captivating in its own right — wait. why is he even here talking to you? peeking at your drawings no less?

“nope. it’s not.” you lie through your teeth without an ounce of hesitation, flipping to the cover of your sketchbook faster than he utter out another word.

“please, who else even has orange hair here?”

“who said the person i was drawing was even real? for all you know, he could be an anime character.” you counter, trying to deflect his curiosity.

“yeah, totally explains why you’ve been hanging out here more lately.” he retorts, raising his finger in mock admonishment, his playful smirk betraying his teasing tone. “don’t think i haven’t noticed you, cause i have.”

“what are you? some security guard keeping records of the people who come to the gym?” you muse, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement.

he leans in a bit closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, maybe I've been keeping an eye out for someone who appreciates my... what should i call it? anime character potential?”

your heart skips a beat at his proximity, but you maintain your playful demeanor. "oh, is that what you're calling it now? i just needed a little inspiration and the confines of the art room weren’t doing it for me.” technically what you said is true, he doesn’t need to know that he’s actually the main reason your artist block has subsided.

his grin widens, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “inspiration, huh? well, i can guarantee you'll be entertained with me around.”

“you don’t need to keep me entertained, i do that already on my own.”

“oh yeah? by watching me?”

“you just want to fuel your ego, don’t you.”

“maybe a little.” his eyes smile, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "what else have you been sketching lately? any other anime characters i should know about?"

you laugh, a nervous pitter patter dancing in your chest at the prospect of sharing more of your work with him. these were your prized possessions after all. "oh, you know, just the usual. random doodles here and there."

he only beams at your response, leaning back slightly as if to better admire your reaction. "well, i’d love to see more of your usual sometime. maybe you could show me what else you've got hidden in that sketchbook of yours."

the invitation catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. "uh, sure. yeah, maybe sometime," you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for not sounding more confident in front of him.

but before the conversation can continue, a shrill whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of chenle’s supposed water break. he glances towards the court, a regretful expression flickering across his face. "looks like i’ve got to go," he says, pushing himself off the bleachers and standing up. "but hey, don't forget about our little art show-and-tell date, okay?”

hold on, did he just call it a date? "hey, wait a moment-" you try calling after him, yet he's already disappeared onto the court. that wasn’t anywhere close to a proper invitation, but your heart flutters at the thought nonetheless.

fine, you conclude to yourself — if it’s a date he wants, then you suppose you could spare some more time for him.

[strrykais]

brother’s best friend falling for you (thank you to my wife @viasdreams for the “fallin in love” idea ily)

a/n : found this picture of him and i've been foaming at the mouth for 20 minutes… i need him (this one for my chenle lovers aka me)

nct dream masterlist

[ningningsdream]

expensive friendship | part one: what about the new girl?

main masterlist | ef masterlist

pairing: art major!fem reader x rich kid!chenle

genre: college/university au, social media au (some written parts), fluff, angst, slow burn(ish)

summary: your mysterious aura makes you the talk of the school as a new transfer, and chenle is intrigued to see if what people say about you is real. or in which, chenle pays you to hang out with him.

a/n: a first taste of how people see y/n

[taglist: @spacejip @injvns @belleilichil @dearlyminhyung @t-102 @champagne1221 @jae-n0 @nahyuckers @dorritoni @renjunoya @winwintea @defzcl @mxnhoeuwu ]

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