#chenle drabbles

[onlyforyoukook]

what love left behind

— 014 did we hear that right?

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[onlyforyoukook]

what love left behind

— 013 THE yuta nakamoto

All you remember is the way Rheya’s face changed last night like her whole world cracked in two the second Yuta leaned in and whispered that thing in her ear. Like her whole mask just… slid off. And now you’re here. Club Black. Again. But it’s different this time.

You’re not here to party. You’re here to find out what the hell she’s been hiding. And why Yuta is the one holding all her secrets.

Yuqi keeps looking over at you as you push through the line like she’s trying to read your face.

Haechan’s chewing gum like it’s a weapon. “You sure about this?” he mutters.

“Nope,” you say, and walk anyway.

The bouncer sees you doesn’t even ask. Just pulls the velvet rope and nods like it’s a routine now. Like you’re expected. Because you are.

You don’t say thank you. You don’t look back. You’re already moving through the crowd like it’s fog. Neon lights blink across your face, bodies swaying, but all of it’s just noise.

You already know where he is. Same place. Same dark booth behind the curtain, where only legends sit.

And there he is—Yuta Nakamoto.

Leaning back like a goddamn painting. Drink in one hand, mouth lazy. Rings flashing. Tattoos peeking under his sleeve.And when he sees you, he smiles. You don’t return it. You stand in front of him, chest hot, jaw tight.

“What did you say to her?”

Your voice is sharper than usual, maybe shaking a little, but it doesn’t matter. You mean every word.

He studies you for a second like he’s trying to decide how much truth you can handle.

Then—

“I reminded her I know everything she’s done.”

His voice is calm. Dead calm.

You stare. “What does that mean?”

He sets the glass down. Slow. “It means I was there when she got drunk in Japan. When she called her first love. When she met up with him… again. And again.”

Your stomach turns… Yuta keeps going. “I didn’t need proof. I was the proof.”

You take a step back, like the words physically hit you.

“She loves Chenle, sure. In her own way.” He shrugs. “But she was never honest with him. Not once.”

You feel like you’re falling. Like everything’s sliding out from under you.

“She sent me to distract you,” he says. That smile again. “Said if you had someone else, maybe you’d finally leave Chenle alone.”

Yuqi lets out a breath behind you, like she just got hit too.

“Guess her plan backfired,” Yuta adds, eyes dark, voice quieter now. “Because the more she talked about you, the more I wanted to meet you myself.”

You blink. “Wait, so you knew about me this whole time?”

He nods. “I’ve been watching since before the club. Twitter, too.”

“You followed me yesterday.”

“Because I wanted you to know I’m done hiding.”

It’s silent for a beat. The music outside thumps faintly through the walls, like a heartbeat.

You look at him, this rockstar who’s supposed to be above all this drama but somehow, he’s knee deep in it.

“Why are you telling me this?”

He leans in close, eyes on your mouth for a second before looking back at you.

“Because you deserve the truth. And because I’m not here for Rheya. Not anymore.”

You swallow hard.

Yuqi whispers behind you, “What the fuck is going on…”

And for once, you don’t have an answer. Because you were supposed to come here for clarity. But Yuta? He just flipped the whole story upside down. And now you have no idea where this is about to go.

“Come with me.”

His voice is low but firm. He’s already sliding out of the booth, hand brushing your arm like he’s making sure you feel him.

You hesitate. Yuqi grabs your wrist. “Are you seriously about to go with him right now?”

Her eyes are wide, voice tight. “After everything he just said?”

You look at her, look at Haechan, and then at Yuta who’s just standing there watching, patient but not backing down.

“I need answers,” you say.

But even you don’t know if that’s all you want. He leads you through another curtain VIP-VIP. The kind of place with no phones, no cameras. Just velvet walls and secrets. He shuts the door behind you.

“Okay,” you snap. “So tell me everything. Why now? Why me?”

Yuta turns, the light hitting his jaw just right. He doesn’t speak right away. He looks at you. Really looks. Like he’s trying to memorize you.

“She talks about you like she hates you,” he says. “But people don’t talk like that unless they’re scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of being replaced.”

He steps closer. “She saw the way Chenle looked at you. How you didn’t even try, and still had his attention.”

“That’s not my fault,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says, “but she didn’t care. So she sent me. Said, ‘Flirt with her, mess with her head. Make her back off.’”

He pauses. “But I didn’t want to mess with you. I just… wanted to know you.”

You stare at him. “So what, now you’re some kind of twisted love letter?”

He laughs once, breathy. “Maybe. But I meant it. I’d ruin her if she touched you. And I still will.”

You can’t breathe. Not because it’s romantic but because it’s real. Dangerous. Messy.

And that’s when the door FLIES open.

You both snap your heads—

It’s Chenle.

Out of breath. Eyes blazing.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Yuqi and Haechan are behind him, trying to pull him back, but it’s too late.

“Chenle—”

“I knew it,” he spits. “I knew something was off. Rheya’s crying in the car, saying some shit about secrets and you and Yuta?”

Yuta doesn’t flinch. “She should’ve told you herself.”

“Oh, like you’re innocent?” Chenle steps in. “You always wanted what I had.”

Yuta steps forward too, calm but deadly. “She came to me, remember?”

Chenle’s breathing hard. His fists are clenched. You’re stuck between them, heart racing.

“She was cheating on you,” Yuta interrupts, sharp. “You’re mad at the wrong person.”

Chenle’s face twists. “Shut the hell up—”

“She told me to distract her,” Yuta snaps, pointing at you. “And I did. But guess what? I ended up wanting her instead.”

Silence. Dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

You step forward. “Chenle—”

But he just shakes his head and walks out. Shoving past Haechan. Pushing through the curtain like he’s suffocating.

You don’t follow.

You just stand there.

And Yuta’s still watching you, his voice quiet now. “I told you this wouldn’t be clean.”

And it’s not. It’s a goddamn disaster.

But you can’t lie—Your heart’s still beating fast.

It’s from him. Chenle.

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[ttoribini]

hellooo i’ve read every chenle post of yours (and everyone elses😭) i would like to request more chenle x reader hehehe could be angst or fluff or anything you like🤭🤭 love your work !!

using this as a req idc idc

the room feels too quiet, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound as you sit by the phone, the weight of the silence pressing down on you. you stare at the screen, chenle's contact lights up staring back at you.

it was dark out as it always was when you missed him. the empty bottle of wine next to you almost made fun of your current state. the strap of your nightgown laid below your shoulder. your eyes were heavy and brain foggy.

you laughed, bitterly, knowing how much you wish to feel the rush of validation that you often craved in these moments. the rush that chenle always gave you with his passing presence. the only thing he ever left behind was the sent of his cologne that stuck to the pillows and sheets.

hes always there, somehow, even though he rarely stayed. he lingered on your skin, on your fingertips, in your head.

the phone rings, and you don’t even hesitate before picking it up.

“come over.” your voice is steady, but your pulse is anything but.

you know it’s not healthy. you hate that this cycle is all you’ve got of him, but still, you press the phone closer to your ear. "yea ill be there soon," his voice comes through the speaker. for a second you hoped that tonight, something would finally change.

you're brought back to your first night with chenle. “am i attractive?” the question you had asked him the first time you slept with him echoed in your head.

the question feels silly now, though you know you’ll ask it again, one day, in another moment, at another time. and maybe that day, during that time, that person would say "yes" with honestly and without the euphoria of sleeping together.

but for now, the only answer you want is from him, right here, right now.

[stayinzencity]

[22:11]

Hiding away at the arcade was Chenle’s definition of a day well spent. He could play games in the comfort of his home, but there was something far more appealing about sneaking outside. As a teen rebel, he had to act his part.

His mother had insisted he stay within the confines of their estate, however not even the guards assigned to watch over him could stop him from chasing his wild youth.

There was a killer on the prowl, they warned him. Mysterious deaths, with no rhythm or rhyme.

Chenle had heard of the serial killer. In fact he had a rather morbid fascination with the works of the killer, though he knew it wasn’t the sort of thing he should admire.

When his car flipped over for what may have been the thousandth time on screen, Chenle decided it was time to head back home. He may have a streak of rebellion, but he wasn’t eager to stay out in the shadows where it was easier to be snatched.

As he pushed back his chair, the power went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Then the machines sputtered back on, all of them showing the same screen:

GAME OVER.

That’s when Chenle noticed that he was the only one in the arcade. Not even the staff he’d greeted when he’d walked in this morning were around.

Chenle swore when he heard the footsteps behind him.

“Am I out of lives?” he dared to ask, though he already suspected the answer.

© 2024, stayinzencity

[ttoribini]

you never talked about your family and chenle would never pry. he had caught glimpses of your life with them as you stood in the kitchen, crying as you argued in your native tongue with your mother when you thought he was asleep. you would slide into bed next to him, as if nothing was wrong. he smiled sadly as he saw how you attached yourself to his mom during the visits to his hometown. she loved you as if you were her daughter, sometimes even joking she would trade you for your boyfriend.

other times it was more subtle; moments others would barely even catch. you laid in chenle's lap as a movie played on the screen. a father and daughter smiled on the screen and he felt you shift around. suddenly the lock screen of your phone became more entertaining then the movie you had begged him to watch. he felt the way your grip would get a little tighter on his hand when you two walked through the grocery store, eyes lingering on a family with their child for a moment before turning your attention back to the conversation about what to make for dinner.

he especially caught glimpses of your life with them during the times he unintentionally got loud with you with the tears that would roll down your eyes as your hands shook a little. you stood there, silent, as he got louder and louder. "please dont leave me," your voice was quiet and he almost didn't hear it over himself. the words made him instantly go silent and get the chance to take in your shaking frame and move to take you into his arms. "i would never leave you yn. why would you think that?" chenle questioned. you ignored it, "just please stay." you grabbed his shirt in your hands and he let you cry into his shoulder.

you laid in chenle's arms as you both laid in bed. you were close to sleep when chenle spoke, "i wish i knew you when we were kids." you gave him a questioning look, "what do you mean?" "i wish we were kids together. i would have made sure you were so happy. its fine though because i can make sure you're happy now." you let out a small laugh, "you're silly lele. go to sleep." you joked with him but he felt you relax a little in his arms and move closer to him.

[ttoribini]

you tossed against chenle's bed sheets, unable to find a comfortable position without the man laying next to you. you could hear the distinct sound of his fingers smashing against the keys of his keyboard and the quiet swears he would mutter under his breath.

you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up. you shuffled your way over to chenle who was sat in his computer chair with a game on his computer you didn't recall the name for.

"babeee," you whined out, hovering over him from behind his chair. between the noise cancellation of the headphones and the sounds of the game you could hear echoing from them you assumed your boyfriend didn't hear you at all. you moved around his chair, climbing into his lap.

you couldn't see his smile as you got comfy on his lap with your head in the crook of his neck. he looked over your shoulder at his monitor; his eyes never broke contact with it. you sat there for a few minutes before you started to get bored, exhaustion wracking your body.

you began to place kisses on his cheek. "yes babe?" he moved one side of his headphone off his ear. "can we go to sleep," you practically begged. "as soon as this round finished," he promised. you cupped his cheeks in your hand, his eye contact breaking with the game to meet your tired eyes. "please," you begged again. you could feel tears welling in your eyes from exhaustion and the need to be warm in bed with the man staring back at you.

he placed his controller on his desk, "go wait for me in bed. let me shut everything down." you scrambled off his lap and across the room to your side of the queen sized bed. true to his word, not even 5 seconds later, he was walking over to you and laying down. he opened up his arms, "come here." you smiled wide as you happily moved into his arms.

"all good now?" he asked, kissing the top of your head. "very good," you responded, sleep dripping from your voice as you drifted off.

[diorcities]

ㅤ᳤ ♡᳣̶ rocket (zcl)

♡ genre: smut, pwp. ♡ wc: 1k ♡ an: read midnight for context !!

from the moment you were bold enough to fool chenle, you knew.

what were you thinking? apparently nothing, for the fact that you hadn't even been smart enough to make excuses that could stand on their own. and lies had short legs. “you should know by now.” his voice vibrates, words loaded with poison in your ear. “stupid little thing.” his grip takes hold of your hair, and pulls. a lash takes your breath away before his mouth settles on yours. a wild and fervent kiss takes place in the space between, swallowing your moans at each thrust of his hips.

his hectic breathing hits your cheek while pounding his cock into you. heart beating erratically under his rib cage. oh, he's railed up. a smile appears on your face when you know that you are the reason, hearing chenle huff. “of course you find this amusing,” he says, without slowing his pace. “f-fu—uck.” your eyes roll to the back of your head as a white noise numb your senses. “are you cumming?” he asks, suddenly stopping. a laugh whips him above your tearful moans. “funny, i don't recall saying you can cum.”

he sits on his knees, his hand still tangled in your hair, pulling your head back. even though you can't see it, you know what he's looking at. it still burns on your skin the scourge you received a few hours. “so pretty. thinking he has a chance with you.” a lash of pure joy invades you when he slaps the flesh of your ass and shoves his dick deeper. you bite your lips to repress the groan in your throat. it doesn't work. “now you match,” he informs, with humor all of a sudden.

“up,” he commands, watching you arch your back and lift your ass. his hand grabs your waist and squeezes it, using his legs to press yours together, he starts to rock his cock in and out. “s-shit,” he breathes, “so tight, mm? bet he also likes that.” you can't help but laugh under your breath but ended up moaning when he speeds up.

he fucks you, just like you like it. mercilessly. releasing your hair to use both hands to press your back against the mattress, while his dick slid in and out, making you moan and scream due to the intensity of his thrusts. he pants, euphoric, dizzy. feeling his muscles hurt for the effort he makes to plow his cock harder into you. “chenle, f-fuck!” you swear you're about to burst. sensing a tingle in your limbs, you spread your legs, allowing him to hit deeper. ass cheeks clapping with his hips each time he fuck you into the mattress. incoherent sounds coming out of your mouth. sensing your checks wet because of the overwhelming sensation.

“can he fuck you this good? don't think so.” he curses when he feels you pulsing around his cock. “s-shit.” he must be under a spell. never have enough of you. knowing where you have been, thinking you were fucking with someone else. he feels the need to mark you, so everyone knows you're his. that he can fuck you better. “what did you say?” he asks, hovering over you, “say it louder.”

“y-you can f-fuck me harder than that.” you pant as he laughs.

a long-drown moan left your lips as all your nerves suffer a shot of raw pleasure. feeling the sensation spread through your bloodstream from your core. chenle doesn't stop as you squirm when your high almost leaves you unconscious. hands reaching his stomach, tensing under your palm before he abruptly pushes them away by his grip, using it now to pull you closer to him while he penetrates you. “no need to call for jesus, baby,” he mocks when he hears you mumbling under your breath. “not when you've been behaving like this.” the constant friction of his cock between your walls make your high a past story, now arching your back further, mouth filling with moans that drip from your lips like a flood.

he's fucking you senseless. eyes shut as the white noise covers your vision and hearing. putting you in a hand lock while you feel his breath hitting your bare back, body jolting as he plows you. feeling how angry he is, and how wet that makes you feel. body flowing in the sea of spasms that attacks you when you remember why he's upset with you. “s-shit.” the sounds of your damp pussy fill the room along with your grunts. grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading the flesh so he can have a look at it. “mmm... does it look as good as it sounds?”

a muffled moan comes from his lips the moment he stops. feeling your walls swallow his pulsing cock until he pulls it out and spills his load in your ass. your walls tighten around nowhere as you await the resumption of your pelvis. you still feel it pressing against you, erect as it drips the rest of his seed onto your skin, wishing he had done so inside. “chenle.” he hums, mesmerized, watching his work of art before you bring him back to reality. he laughs, wickedly, before imprinting the most condescending, passive-aggressive voice he has, “sorry, love. you're only allowed to nut once, right now.” however, the result is entirely the opposite of what you expected, you can't bother. not when he has used that tone that turns you on every time.

he leans over you to take his phone. so you stay there, hearing the clicking sound of his phone followed by a flash when he takes a picture of his semen on your ass cheek. and then you smile languidly at a thought. now feeling his seed on the mark haechan left when he spanked you.

“i should remind him that you're mine and not his.”

[peachybun-bun]

I CANT HELP BUT KEEP READ UR CHENLE SMUTS DO ONE WHERE CHENLE HAS A BOOB FETISH PLS

Hi, I'm sure I will have something with him in Daddy's Baby when it comes to boob play but I figured a small drabble wouldn't hurt.

You laugh softly into a soft moan as Chenle's fingers circle your nipples. You arch off the bed slightly, only to have him laugh and push his tongue to his cheek smugly.

"Chenle..."

He looks up at you with smirk as he cups one of your boobs, pressing a kiss to the top of it. "Yes, sweetheart?"

You laugh and run your hand over your face, shaking your head.

"What is it? You said my name." His tongue, warm and wet runs along your nipple, making your skin erupt in chill bumps as a small happy sigh leaves your lips.

Your fingers grip the bedding. "You are driving me crazy."

He laughs again and sucks lightly over your nipple, before letting it fall from his mouth with a pop. "You don't seem crazy to me. Not yet. Not even squirming yet, but if I do this?"

You moan loudly as his teeth barely bite down over your breast, sending a wave of pleasure through you as he rolls your nipple between his teeth. You roll your hips towards him, not able to get any relief that way.

He pulls from your chest to watch your thighs rub together, making him feel even more smug about how you are reacting. "Now, I think that is driving you crazy. Are you wet? I bet you are soaked. I love your tits. So soft and sensitive."

Moaning softly to his words, you nod and arch off the bed again as he pushes your breasts together and runs his tongue along your skin, before pressing kisses in several places, including over each nipple.

"Can I make you cum from just playing with them? It'd take a little time huh? I bet I could do it."

You whine and reach for him, not wanting to have to wait that long, but he uses one hand to pin your wrist down, looking down at you with a smirk.

"Eager? Don't get greedy, that's my job. These are mine tonight, and I'm gonna leave my mark."