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ur new chenle au is reminding of princess and the frog and im in love 😻

that's definitely an...innocent way of looking at it... but i love it! princess and the frog is one of my all time favorite disney movies. i think i'm gonna watch it while i write 🤭

i hope you enjoy the fic!

Only If You'd Like Me To

Junhui, Renjun, Chenle

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

pairing: chenle x f.reader

genre: besties to lovers | smut +18 MDNI

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

wc: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

You open the door abruptly and there he is. 

Zhong Chenle. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where did your mind go, silly?” 

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

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

“Chenle!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You cut him off, pulling him in. 

“Chenle what the fuck?” 

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

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

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

“You look so pretty,” he finally says. 

“Drink your water, Chenle,” you sigh. 

“You do!” he insists. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I kiss you?” 

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

“Please,” you ask. 

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

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

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

He shakes his head. His hand reaches your cheek. 

“Do you?” 

Now you shake your head. 

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

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

“So pretty,” he murmurs. 

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” 

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

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

“More than okay,” you finally replied. 

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

“Aaahhh…” a long, whiny moan. 

“You like that?” 

He nods reassuring you. 

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

“Ch-chenle,” 

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

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

“Say. That. Again,” he moans. 

“It feels so good”. 

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

“Chenle! Fuck… ah!” you cum for him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I hope enjoyed this :3 ~ masterlist

MDNI

Title: Teasing Him

Warnings: Smut, jealous dom! Chenle, teasing reader, oblivious members ft. perv! Hyuck

Word Count: 1.7k

Basically you tease Chenle till he snaps

When the boys all stroll in you already know you’re fucked, he’s the last one in, the quietest one, and his eyes stare into yours with a dark hint, and when you get the text from his room about your bra being on his bed, you know your plan is going well. The next part wasn’t even planned but with Jisung plopping on the couch beside you, striking up a conversation, you can’t help but use the clueless maknae to tease his friend. As he talks and you get comfy You swing your legs over his lap and to your surprise, Jisung doesn’t move them, in fact as he continues talking he ends up placing a hand on your calf and rubs his thumb against it. When Chenle walks out of his room to that sight, he almost loses it. But he knew that’s what you wanted, so while his eyes are sending death threats Jisung’s way, his voice sounds completely normal when he sits behind you. “Hey angel” is all you hear before his lips find your cheek, arms wrapping around your waist in his way of asserting just enough possessiveness to remind everyone you’re his without getting teased by the other members now all slowly coming into the room.

Between the first and second movies, you offer to grab more snacks in the kitchen with Mark, making small talk since you hadn’t seen any of the boys in a while. You send him back first with the popcorn and sweets before you decide to grab yourself a drink, but as you try to reach for a glass on the higher shelf the feeling of an all to familiar grip on your hips pushing you down to stand flat as his arm reaches to grab a glass for you, setting it on the counter and spinning you to face him. “Just you wait angel, you’re so fucked after the movie” he warns lips ghosting under your ear, leaving a few open mouthed kisses on your neck and jaw.

His warning was ringing in your ears as our last movie was coming to an end. He had spent most of the movie silently kissing your neck and jaw in the same spots from earlier, but only when nobody was looking. The credits started rolling and you were the first to get up to start cleaning some of the mess, putting the final moves to your master plan into motion. You ended up on the other side of the coffee table, when you ‘coincidentally’ saw the glass from earlier, so bending at the waist, giving an almost perfect view down my shirt to the group of boys, you reached out to get it. Only looking up when you heard Hyuck clear his throat, doing so innocently through your lashes, lacing faux concern in your tone “everything ok Hyuck?” The question sounds so soft, but when you see Chenle’s face as you straighten up and move to ‘check up’ on Hyuck his last strand of patience snaps. You ruffle Hyuck’s hair before placing all that was in your hands on the kitchen island. You don’t even hear Chenle behind you before you’re being scooped up and being carried angrily towards his room.

His face told you all you needed to know, the smirk was painfully stretched on his lips with his jaw clenched tight enough to hurt. His eyes, dark and penetrating, but his tone was eerily calm. “Did you have fun putting on your little show Angel?” It came out softly and low, but you need better than to answer that question, simply sitting at the edge of the bed with my head down. “You know I should have known you’d pull this kind of stunt, I haven’t really fucked you stupid, and you’re dangerous when you get bold.” The words laced with the threat that he’s going to do just that tonight bring a throb to your core, and a blush to your cheeks that he immediately clocks. “That’s what you want though isn’t it Angel” he starts as he grabs your chin and forcefully pulls so your eyes meet his “You just need me to make you my little cock stupid slut don’t you pretty girl” he taunts knowing his words make you crazy. “Open” he commands and you comply before he smirks “that’s my dirty girl” he laughs tauntingly before spitting in my mouth. “Swallow” and you do, reveling in how his eyes retain a glint of pride when you do as he says. “Strip for my baby” he commands, as you lock eyes with him. Slowly pulling his jersey over your head before dropping it, taking the waistband of your sweats and panties and working them slowly down your figure before stepping out of them towards him. Before you can do anything else you’re blindfolded and your hands are tied above your head as he leaned in to whisper in your ear “I’ll be right back Angel, I’ve got to get something, but while I’m gone I want you to think of how hard I’m going to fuck your pretty little cunt” he laughs as you whimper out at his words and then you hear the door open and close.

When he returns you hear what he’s brought in immediately, the ice rattling against the glass is a dead giveaway. You hear him walk around the bed as he slowly discards his clothing, he works diligently but silently, building your anticipation, testing your patience. His cold hands hover over your skin, as he all but traces patterns on your thighs then moves up your body. “Lele please” you whimper only to feel his touch fully pull away before feeling a hard spank to your right thigh. “Did I say you could speak Angel?” you whine “no sir” “then don’t make the mistake again.” Then you feel it. He's holding an ice cube directly on your nipple with one hand and starts pinching the other with his freezing fingers. The feeling makes you writhe and whine only to feel it move away seconds later. Your exhale of relief is cut off by a wanton moan as he takes the frozen bud between his lips and sucks hard. Your core aching for his touch as you clench around nothing because the way he’s playing with you now, tells you exactly how rough he’s going to be.

He continues his ministrations a while longer before finally taking your blindfold off, and the sight is one to behold. He’s there, eyes blown out, cheeks red, lips covered in spit and his cock, his hard cock, ready to split you in half, but he’s not ready to give you that satisfaction. Instead he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, and the sight makes you tug at the restraints holding your wrists together. He smiles at that “awe angel” he tuts “did you want to touch me?” He asks with a sickly sweet tone, mocking you, and it’s only adding to your pleasure, but he knows that, as his eyes are moving back and forth between your own and your soaked pussy.

“Please Chenle” you whimper, “oh Angel it’s way too late for that” he laughs before licking up your folds, nose pressing against your clit. “fuck, you taste so good” he moans into you, “I’m going to eat until I’ve had my fill” he says looking into your eyes intently “if you move, I’m done with you until tomorrow.” His threat is more than enough motivation, you nod, before feeling him plunge his tongue deep into your folds, licking every bundle of nerves and bringing you to the edge of insanity with how skilled he is with his tongue. You don’t last long but that doesn’t matter to Chenle, he keeps going into your second and third orgasm before you’re crying as your legs are quaking but you refuse to move away. It’s as he finishes you through your third that he looks up to see your tears and you feel him pull away to kiss your lips and cheeks.

“You’re doing so well for me angel, taste so good, look so pretty, you’re so perfect” he accents each statement with a kiss to your cheeks. “Just one more Angel I promise” He whispers softly before getting up to allow your wrists freedom. He moves to line his cock up at your entrance and your hands immediately fly around his shoulders, as he keeps his eyes on yours. “Relax Angel, I’ve got you” He reassures before slowly pushing into your tightness. “fuck Angel you’re so fucking tight” he moans out. His name being the only thing you’re able to think of, leaving your lips in broken whines and moans. It’s then that you have your final tangible thought, ‘this is going to be a very long night.’

-Abby

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