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Makizushi | pt 1

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Pairing: Chenle x Reader Genre: Suggestive  Length: 3.4k Warnings: female reader, a few make out scenes, Chenle is just a big tease throughout this whole thing, mentions of alcohol Summary: Renjun invites his close friends and you, his sister, to celebrate his birthday at a high-end sushi restaurant. Just one thing: you’re dating Renjun’s friend, Chenle. And another thing: no one can know.

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Chenle checks himself out in the mirror of Renjun’s foyer, fixing the wrist cuffs on his suit jacket and putting pieces of his brown hair in the perfect spot. He has a clear view of what’s happening behind him through the reflection: the birthday boy is pulling apart Haechan’s gift that he says he absolutely has to open now, wrapping paper flying over Renjun’s head as he digs in.

“A flask?” Renjun deadpans and turns to a hoping Haechan, “Why did you get me a flask?”

“Remember the last time we went out for a fancy dinner like this? You saw that older guy with a flask and thought he looked cool, so I got you one, too!” Haechan explains but when he notices Renjun’s frown, his shoulders slump. “If you don’t like it, I’ll happily use it instead.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…” As Renjun and Haechan argue over the new flask and Jeno and Jaemin take some pictures together in the other corner of the room, Chenle takes a moment to slip away from the scene. He quietly scurries up the carpeted staircase and across the dark hallway to lean against the wooden frame of your bedroom door.

The reason everyone is waiting downstairs is because you haven’t finished getting ready, on account of Renjun telling you about tonight’s dinner plans very last minute. You texted Chenle in dismay hours ago, asking why he didn’t tell you of Renjun’s plans for tonight, but Chenle could only laugh at how flustered you became at the thought of getting ready for your brother’s dinner in only two hours.

Chenle has only seen the back of your head from his spot at your bedroom door, but he can already tell you look stunning. Something brews in his chest, a sense of pride and gratefulness brought up by how you manage to look so good, but Chenle knows he would be proud to call you his whether you’re the prettiest girl in the restaurant tonight or not. The feeling goes away as Chenle thinks some more on his thoughts.

He wishes he could call you his.

Freely, without restrictions, without having to worry what your brother or any mutual friends would think. These are the reasons you told Chenle that you can’t let your relationship out into the open yet. Chenle respects your wishes, but every secret date that passes and every time Chenle sneaks in through your window for quiet midnight cuddles makes him more and more frustrated.

You move in your seat at the mirror, catching Chenle’s attention. He doesn’t think you’ve seen him yet, and his thoughts are confirmed when you speak up.

“Renjun, come help me clip this in my hair, will you?” Chenle smiles at your cute struggling, walking up behind you and taking the metal flower clip out of your hand and helping you slide it into your hair. You’re startled to see Chenle’s reflection appear in the mirror, your heart thumps faster as you hear Renjun’s and Haechan’s argument get louder downstairs, a reminder of their presence.

“What are you doing up here? You’re gonna get us caught.” As soon as the words leave your lips, you completely forget about them. Chenle’s nimble fingers, strong from years of playing piano but oh-so-gentle when they caress your warm skin, run down your hair and tickle the back of your neck, then push your robe away to tenderly slide down your shoulder. You shiver from his loving touches and Chenle can tell how much he affects you when he leans down and whispers into your ear.

“You look amazing.” Despite the glaze that’s glossed over your mind, you still manage to roll your eyes and swat his hand away, standing up to face him.

“I’m still in my bathrobe, what do you mean I look amazing?”

“You mean, you aren’t going to a five Michelin star restaurant dressed like this?” Chenle teases, motioning down to your bright yellow robe and panda slippers, “Man, I thought you looked hot now. If you change into something better, I’ll be a dead man.”

“Then go dig your grave.” You playfully push his chest and walk around him, grabbing your actual dress for tonight. You motion for Chenle to step out of the room, but he pouts.

“I don’t want to go.”

“You’re not staying here while I change.” Chenle’s pout deepens and he clasps his hands together in front of his chest. You shake your head at his begging, walking to your bathroom. Before you fully enter, you turn around and point to your bed, signaling Chenle to sit down.

“Yes, ma’am.” He playfully salutes you and plops down on your bed. He hears you shuffling around in the bathroom for a while, and spends his time making blanket angels in your duvet and resting his head on your fluffy pillow; it smells like your shampoo and Chenle shamelessly digs his nose further into your sheets. When the bathroom door opens, Chenle sits up and his breath is immediately sucked from his chest.

You stand in front of him, your robe draped over your arm and your slippers dangling on your fingers. Chenle’s jaw drops at how your dress grips your waist, a bit jealous that this piece of fabric can do what he can’t tonight. The dress glimmers subtly in the lighting of your room, and it shows off your neckline and collarbone, one of Chenle’s favourite physical features about you.

He stands up and strides to you in two big steps, pushing the robe off your arm and precariously throwing the slippers somewhere behind him. You’re about to ask what he’s doing, but he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand coming up to steady your jaw and his lips meet yours before you can take a proper breath.

Chenle’s force stumbles both of you into the doorframe of the bathroom, pressing your back against it while holding your hips against his own. Your forearms come up to rest on his shoulders while your fingers dance on the sliver of neck that his suit jacket exposes. Your fingertips against his skin make him shiver, and his lips press harder onto yours to somehow relieve himself of the growing adoration for you in his chest. The hand that holds your cheek lightly glides down to move the hair around your neck away and his lips follow to press kisses to the skin he exposed.

“Chenle…” You mumble, “We need to go, or else everyone will start to wonder where we are.” The words tumble from your lips, but you don’t really mean them.

“Can’t we just stay here? I’d love to do this all night.” He says between pecks, moving to where some of your cleavage is exposed by your dress. He nips at the soft skin slightly, not enough to leave any marks but enough to create a kindle of want in your body, dizzying your mind and making you grip onto his collar.

“Y/N! Is Chenle up there with you?” You both jump away as if you shocked each other, looking at the door in slight fear of being walked in on, even though Renjun’s voice is clearly coming from downstairs.

“Yeah, he’s using the bathroom.” You yell back, slipping out of Chenle’s hold, but grabbing onto his hand and silently pulling him to your vanity. You hand him a makeup wipe and shoo him out of your room; he leaves, but not until he uses the hand that’s placed in yours to pull you into him once again and give you a big, fat kiss on your cheek. You sit down at your chair to fix the mess Chenle made to your lipstick and also calm your heart down from his fervent kisses.

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You try not to look at Chenle on the drive to the restaurant, opting to sit in the front passenger seat next to Renjun, who’s driving everyone in one car to the restaurant. You can feel Chenle’s eyes all over you-- from the second you walk downstairs, to the car, and even when you walk from the valet to your reserved table.

You try not to give him too much attention, not wanting to spoil Renjun’s night in anyway. Although it does make you excited to see Chenle reacting to you like this, you fight an internal battle on whether to tease back or to keep your hands to yourself.

Your table is circular and intricately set up; Chenle is seated to your right and on your left is Jeno, on his left is Jaemin, and then Renjun, and Haechan. The waiter gives out the menus and asks for your drink order; you’re surprised when all of your friends opt for something non-alcoholic.

“Are you guys planning on doing anything after this?” You ask after the waiter leaves, not looking at your menu yet.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?” Renjun looks at his friends who are too focused on picking their meal for tonight, no doubt skipping over the price tag since Renjun is paying-- not by his own choice, of course.

“None of you ordered alcohol.” You point out.

“Are you calling us alcoholics?” Haechan speaks up, crisply closing his leather-bound menu and raising an eyebrow at you.

“No, but you all love alcohol, and today is a celebration.” You can’t help but sound suspicious. Haechan lets out a small smirk and shares a knowing gaze with Renjun, Jeno, and Jaemin, who all either have a dumb smile on their face or try to conceal their dissapointed expression with their hand. Haechan looks over his right shoulder, then his left, and pulls his suit jacket away from his chest, taking out a flask and flashing it at you.

“Is that Renjun’s birthday present from earlier?” Chenle asks from next to you in a whisper.

“I told him not to bring it here. Did he listen? No.” Renjun whispers angrily over the table, rolling his eyes when Haechan nudges his shoulder.

“This place only serves fruity cocktails, we need something stronger.”

“So, what did you bring?” Jaemin asks.

“Tequila.” Everyone’s eyes widen when Jaemin reaches over the table and snatches the flask, quickly downing a long gulp and passing it to Jeno. The flask makes its way around the table, even Renjun takes a small sip after he loses to a round of rock, paper, scissors with Jaemin. When the flask comes to you, you pass, but are surprised when Chenle also skips and hands the flask back to Haechan.

“Are you not drinking?”

“Someone has to drive us all home.” He explains, tilting his chin up as if he knows he has impressed you with his “maturity.”

Admittedly, he has.

Chenle knows you like it when he shows some responsibility, and even if it’s by being the designated driver for one night, he’ll do it if it means you’ll adore him a little bit more. The waiter shows up at your table with your drinks, the flask is promptly hidden under the table, and everyone gives their order. Before you know it, the waiter is looking at you for your answer, and you realize you haven’t even opened your menu in the past ten minutes.

“We’ll share a plate of makizushi, the chef’s choice.” Chenle orders for both of you and hands the menus to the waiter. You don’t mind; Chenle’s ordered for you many times before when you go out for dates, and you usually agree with his taste in food. When the waiter walks away, you notice how everyone is looking between you and Chenle skeptically.

“Chenle’s sharing his food… with Y/N?” Jeno slowly puts together, and you pray that he stops his thought process there before he can come to any real conclusions.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to hold up the waiter. Was that okay?” Chenle explains, and everyone turns to look at you when his question hangs in the air over the table. You open your mouth and close it, looking identical to the fish in the large aquarium that takes up the left side of the restaurant.

“Yeah, it’s whatever.” You manage to breath out. Jeno, Jaemin, and Haechan turn back to their conversation, along with taking secret swigs of the flask. However, Renjun sends you a look, something between suspicion and curiosity, and you send him back a small smile to ward off any mixed feelings. He eventually goes back to enjoying his night along with everyone else.

The food is served, plates of sushi and several side dishes cover every inch of your table. The food is colorful and presented at the highest quality you could imagine, making your jaws drop and let out some “woah’s” at the sight. You dig in right away, the table going quiet for a few minutes as everyone takes a moment to indulge in the various flavors. As the night progresses, the opposite side of the table becomes visibly drunk, laughing loudly with no restraint and eventually not caring if anyone sees them with the flask.

You and Chenle sit closer together to be able to share the same plate; to you it feels natural, something you do every time you and Chenle go out to eat food. You have to keep reminding yourself that the other four guys around the table have no idea of the connection between you and Chenle, and you try to keep your distance. Chenle notices your tense figure, and decides you need to just relax a bit. Your brother and his friends are drunk enough to not bother you two anymore.

Your soul almost leaves your body when you feel Chenle’s large hand come down onto your knee underneath the table. You try to keep your reaction to a minimum, but you can’t help but send him a wide-eyed glance. He doesn’t look towards your direction, continuing to eat as if nothing is happening under the silk table cloth. You shake your knee in hope of knocking his hand off, but he only moves his hand up and down your thigh, his pinky finger ghosting underneath the hem of your dress.

“What are you doing?” You mouth to him, hoping to not attract any attention. He sends you a devious smile, and you know he wants to get you riled up.

“Are you guys okay?” Renjun’s voice startles both of you and you turn to face him.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Why?” Chenle answers for you, his continuance turning saintly rather than the playful spark his eyes held before.

Chenle’s hand squeezes the skin of your thigh in assurance, and you suddenly get hotter, squirming in your chair. This time it’s not because of the possibility of your friends finding out about your secret relationship, but because of Chenle’s touch. His warm hand feels at home on your skin, and you’re reminded of how he pushed you against your doorframe just a few hours ago, that same hand moving your hair away to press the most sinful kisses to your neck and chest.

The dirty thoughts in your mind make you slightly dizzy, your heartbeat in your throat and your thighs squeezing together before you shoot out of your seat, standing straight up. Chenle lets go of you, now a worried expression on his face, along with Renjun’s curious gaze.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, really. I’m just going to use the restroom.” You keep your voice steady, a surprise to you since you feel like a wobbly mess at the moment. You make your way to the restrooms, walking into one of the rooms and locking the door behind you. You take only a moment to notice how nice the bathroom looks; not just a toilet and sink, but a small lounge area in the corner with a loveseat and a chair. It feels like you’re in a living room rather than a restroom. You walk up to the marble counter sink, a pitcher of cold water sits in the corner and you fill up a cup, taking a long gulp to calm you down.

The cold water should extinguish the fire in your chest, but your mind still runs wild with thoughts of your boyfriend and his wandering hands. You take a moment to curse at him for getting you so riled up over something as small as just a few touches under a table. Maybe it’s the exhilarating feeling of staying secret, of being covert in front of the people you’re usually so open with-- it excites you.

Before you can think any further, a knock on the restroom door echoes through the room. You’re about to tell the person to go away, but they speak up first.

“It’s Chenle.” You hear, and whatever fire the water extinguished earlier is back and burning brighter than ever. You set down the glass, stride over to the door, and open it to reveal your boyfriend on the other side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking genuinely worried, glancing up and down at you, “I’m sorry if I went too far, I promise-” You don’t let him finish, forcefully grabbing the lapel of his suit jacket and pulling him into the bathroom. The door shuts and you push Chenle’s back against it, not letting him utter another word as your lips meet in a mess of sloppy kisses.

You don’t waste time, pulling his jacket over his shoulder, down his long arms and throwing it somewhere behind you. Your lips don’t stop moving against his, you don’t allow either of you to breath. Your hands grip his shirt collar and you press against him more, just wanting to feel him. His lovely hands, the ones that were causing you so much turmoil, finally wrap around you after a moment of hesitation. They glide over your waist and hips, the material of your dress pushing up at Chenle’s curious wandering.

When you do finally pull away, it’s when you feel like you might just pass out from lack of oxygen, and you both breath heavily. You don’t separate too far from each other, your breaths mingling in the small space between you both.

“This is not what I was expecting when I came to see if you’re okay.” Chenle admits, a sly smile on his lips that lets you know he doesn’t mind the unexpected turn of events. You slowly lean in, your gaze set on his lips until you join in another kiss. This time, it’s slower, a bit more loving and a bit less frantic. Your lips blissfully press together over and over again; you’re lost in a daze of Chenle, the scent of his cologne and the taste of makizushi on his tongue, that you don’t even realize he’s leading you backwards across the tile floor. When you feel the back of your legs hit the loveseat, you pull away and take a deep breath.

“Did I tell you how handsome you look tonight?” You ask Chenle in a low whisper, as if to not disturb the quiet murmur of voices barely bleeding in from outside the restroom.

“No…” Chenle laughs, a bit confused by your sudden question. You take the time to run your hands through his light brown hair, trail your fingers gently along his jaw and neck, your head leans in to press some quick kisses to the skin there. Chenle is reminded of earlier tonight when he saw you in your dress for the first time, how he did these same actions to you at that time, and wonders if he makes you feel as good as you’re making him feel right now.

Chenle barely realizes how your hands grip his sturdy shoulders, effortlessly pushing him down onto the loveseat. His eyes flutter open just in time to see you place your knees on either side of him, finding a comfortable seat on his lap. His hands naturally come up to run along your thighs, more of your skin exposed now that your dress is riding up. He leans his head back in pleasure to let you kiss from the base of his neck, all the way up to his jaw, and to his ear.

“I love how good you look in a suit.” You whisper, and Chenle can’t take it any longer, forcefully grabbing the back of your neck with one hand and pushing you into another heated kiss. His other arm wraps around your waist, pushing your body into his. He groans at the friction between you and him, and you whine at how stubborn the buttons of his dress shirt are to open. Neither of you hear the knock on the door, or Renjun’s voice from outside asking if you’re okay. But you definitely hear the bathroom door opening, your brother and your friends standing at the entrance of the bathroom with slack jaws.

“What in the hell is going on here?”