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annievrse · 7 months ago

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the secret of us

chuuya x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: mori makes an unfortunate discovery w/c: 1.5k c/w: nsfw [mdni!!] (nothing too explicit just heavy petting & slight dry humping), secondhand embarrassment lol

"What am I going to do with the two of you?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Elise giggle, and you roll your eyes. You stay silent, and through sheer will, so does Chuuya.

"This is highly inappropriate, especially for two of my best executives," Mori sighs, rubbing his forehead. Your boss looks annoyed and flustered, considering the situation he just found you in. "Imagine if it was one of your subordinates."

"I would've told them to enjoy the show," Chuuya mumbles. Mori shoots him a disapproving look, and you shake your head without looking at him, trying your hardest to suppress a smile.

Half an Hour Earlier...

"Nakahara," You greet, stepping into the main meeting room at the Port Mafia base. You hold up a folder when he looks up from the table, surrounded by his subordinates.

Chuuya's eye glints when he says your name back. Then he turns to his inferiors, and his face morphs into a scowl. "Get out."

They all rush out around you, some tripping over their feet but all refusing to look you in the eye.

When the door finally closes, Chuuya flicks his hand out, the lock on the door turning.

"Got a report to give me, doll?" He teases, spreading his legs wide and patting his lap. "C'mere."

You twist your lips to stop a shy smile from breaking and walk toward him.

"Maybe," You say. "Maybe not."

The way he sits is intimidating, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you'd be scared of him. His chunky boots are on display, thanks to the hem of his pants rising. Your eyes flicker to his arms crossed over his chest, his lean biceps visible through the white material of his dress shirt. He must've removed his coat halfway through the meeting with his faction. And then your gaze drifts to his face. He wears a knowing smirk, and his blue eyes gleam in the setting sun through the large window. His hair looks particularly red in the warm light, and you want to brush the stray strands off his face.

Chuuya hums and guides your hips to sit on his lap. His gloved fingers are hot through the fabric of your pants, and you're sure your suit is going to burn off your body any second.

You place the folder on the table and shift so you're straddling his thighs.

He nods at the plastic sleeve lazily. "What's it about?"

You shrug. "Boss wanted me to bring it to you."

Chuuya nods and runs his hands up your thighs. You tuck his loose hair behind his ears, pushing some off his forehead.

"Quit that," He mumbles but makes no effort to move. You shake your head and brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. He says your name with a warning.

"Yes?" You ask, a smile on your face. Leaning forward, you press your lips against his forehead, then his cheeks, leaving red lipgloss marks in your path.

Chuuya scoffs in reply. "Brat."

You gape at him teasingly. "That's no way to talk to me."

"I guess you're right," He says, grabbing onto your ass before standing up and sitting you on the table. You bite your tongue to stop the yelp that climbs your throat at his sudden movement. "Guess I have to make it up to you."

"I guess you do." You exhale sharply when you feel his gloveless hands under your shirt. When did he take those off?

Chuuya's fingers dance on your back as you pull him closer by his bolo tie. Between your thighs, he presses himself against you, and you know you've teased him enough. Your legs circle around his hips, and you bring his face closer. Chuuya meets you halfway, lips crushing in a searing kiss. You lift your hands to his hair and slide his hat off, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Before he can pull away and complain or lecture you about the hat's intricate details, you find yourself breathing heavily from your nose as you exchange open-mouthed kisses. It’s hard and hungry, and soon, your coat is on the floor, your shirt following.

“Off,” You mutter against his lips, your fingers grasping his waist before fisting the material of his shirt and tugging it. “This needs to come off.”

"Where's your manners?" Chuuya snarls before pulling it over his head so there's no chance for you to break the buttons. He's replaced so many.

You don't reply, barely hearing him as you run your hands down his lean torso. Chuuya leans over you and pushes you gently onto the table. The wood is cold on your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring his lips to yours.

He rubs his crotch against yours, and the delicious size of him makes you moan into his mouth. You tighten your thighs around him; the friction is so good it's almost painful.

"Fuck, doll..." Chuuya groans back, his fingers playing with the clasp on your bra.

You're so lost in your own mind and Chuuya's touch that you don't hear the lock turning and the door opening.

It's not until someone clears their throat and the breeze from the hallway causes goosebumps to gloss your skin that you're jumping up. You nearly headbutt Chuuya as you do so, arms retracting from his shoulders to cover your chest.

"The fuck?..." Chuuya spits, but his face drains when he sees who is at the door. "Boss—"

"Get dressed," Mori sighs. "My office."

And then he leaves, the shadow of him still lingering in the doorway as you button up your shirts in silence.

"Bets on whose getting fired first?" You say, picking up Chuuya's hat and putting it on your head.

"Shut it," He snaps, and you see the anger and lust in his eyes. Anger at Mori for barging in unannounced like this meeting room was your bedroom. Lust for obvious reasons. The sight makes you giggle.

"I hope he doesn't keep us long, I actually have a meeting at 5." Chuuya side-eyes you as you leave the room, pointedly ignoring your comment.

"Oh!" You pause in the hallway before Mori's office and turn to your boyfriend. "C'mere."

"Why?" His face screws up in irritation. And when you start wiping his cheeks, his face flushes red. "You just had to do that, didn't you?"

You tilt your head, wiping the last remnants of your lipgloss from his skin. "You're pretty."

Chuuya scowls and lets you kiss his cheek. "Let's get this over with."

Now...

Mori covers his face with his hands. "You know what this could mean for both of you if this gets out. Yes?"

Dread pours over your body like hot oil. Nodding, you glance at your boyfriend. His previous devilish look is gone, and in its place is carefully constructed fear that took you almost seven years to detect.

"It means," Mori says, assuming you and Chuuya don't know exactly what he's implying. "If anyone outside the PM finds out, they could use you against each other. Which is something this organisation doesn't need."

"Nobody knows," You blurt, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress pants. "We've told nobody about this."

Mori raises an eyebrow. "And how long has nobody known?"

If you'd been hiding this for no longer than a month, maybe you'd get out of this fine. Maybe Mori would understand and send you on your way unscathed. Maybe.

"Since we were sixteen."

Mori's mouth opens just a centimetre before he closes it again. He's stunned you've been able to keep this under wraps for so long. "Six years?"

"We are 22, yes?" You ask with a sickly sweet smile on your face. It's dangerous getting smart with the boss, but you're beyond uncomfortable and want to leave as soon as possible. You feel Chuuya's eyes burning a hole in the side of your face for being so careless.

"I see," Mori mumbles, ignoring the hysterical giggles coming from Elise. "Very well."

You raise your eyebrows at the lack of response. Chuuya visibly relaxes beside you.

"There's no way to punish you for this unprofessional behaviour, but if it's not affecting the organisation's function or your relationship with your subordinates, I don't care."

"But," Mori continues, his eye getting that authoritative glint. "You'll be assigned different missions from now on. There is to be no contact out on the field. Am I clear?"

"Dammit," Chuuya curses. "Are you kidding?"

"Yes, sir," You nod.

"Boss, that's bullshit, and you know it."

Mori ignores Chuuya and goes back to his paperwork. Your boyfriend huffs in frustration. The tension in the room pushes down on you, and when Mori dismisses you, clearly uncomfortable, you hurry out behind Chuuya, who takes his time opening the door and leaving.

Once outside, you grab Chuuya's shoulders and turn him around to find him wearing his usual smirk. He's pushed down the new rule for missions, but you know what he will say before it leaves his lips.

"You're not going to your meeting."

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need-a-name-101 · 7 months ago

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Hirotsu: can I be frank with you two?

15 Chuuya: I don’t know how changing your name is going to help us here but sure.

15 Dazai: can I still be Dazai?

15 Chuuya: shh, let Frank speak.

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kokonoisgf · 4 months ago

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jealousy - chuuya nakahara

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☆ character: Chuuya Nakahara

☆ tw: MINORS DNI 18+ sexual explicit content (fem reader) : jealousy sex, "princess", "doll", praises, idk yo I just love that man

☆ note: been ages lolz, anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so sorry if this is rusty UGHHH enjoy my loves *: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*

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Intimate hues of the lights adorned the halls were oh so perfectly framing your face as you talked - or rather extracted information - from a member of the X party. Abundance and richness dripped from every corner of the rooms: candles flickering lazily, buffets on silver platters filled with caviars, smoked meats and fruits, champagne, and lots - oh yes lots of diamonds. It looked as if everything was too good to be true, a glittering illusion masking darker secrets beneath. And that’s exactly why you were there with Chuuya by your side on a mission to gain crucial information about X- said information specifically requested by Mori. There had been news going around town that they had been stealing shipments late at night, and that meant stealing from the Port Mafia’s ground. Crossing lines that they should've never crossed, unless they wanted to end up six feets under.

You walked through the crowd, the slit of your dress went up your soft thighs, as it almost reached your waist, letting people swarm over you like moths enamoured by the brightest flame. It was as if all the lights in the room were on you, your gaze looming over the executive, needing just that last piece of information to finally call it a night.

The mission went even more smoothly than you thought, your hand slowly touching the man’s arm, a sweet laughter dripping from your parted lips at his joke. Every gaze was filled with a desire to touch, to know, to possess.

His attention was easy to catch. He leaned in closer, clearly infatuated, eager to please. But you kept your smile soft, your tone disarming, and yet beneath it all, your gaze was sharp, ready to extract the information you needed. You were so close, one more well-placed word, one more laugh, and you’d have the final piece of the puzzle.

Chuuya, who was sitting at the bar a few seats from you, narrowed his eyes, sharp canine poking from between his kissable lips. Downing a drink in silence, his eyes held a barely restrained fury ‘Fuck’ He cursed under his breath, low enough that only the nearest patrons might hear, eyebrows cocking as the man seemed to be about to devour you whole. Leg shaking under the table, he impatiently taped the side of his glass with his gloved fingers. Said gloved fingers slick from the condensation of the drink. A droplet slid down the side of the glass, slow and deliberate, before landing with a quiet plop on the polished oakwood of the bar. He could hear everything: the ticking of the clock, the chatters all around him, but more so how your sweet voice responded to the man.

He was losing control, and he knew it. This wasn’t just about the mission anymore. It was about you, and the way this man had dared to even look at you, there was no way he could ever get away with it. Chuuya had to remind himself over and over—it’s part of the plan, it’s part of the plan—but the jealousy clawing at him was winning. The thought that maybe you didn’t see him the way he saw you ate at him, and he was two seconds away from tearing the whole operation apart.

And then it happened. The man, charmed by your smile, your attention, let his hand slide lower, reaching out to grip your thigh. You could feel the roughness of his fingers skimming across your skin, and your body tensed instinctively. Before you could even react, a sharp sound cracked through the tension—a gloved hand smacking the man’s away, so forcefully the slap echoed across the room.

‘Sir!?’ Confusion filled the executive’s voice, as his eyebrows raised, clearly not ready to back out so easily. You could only sigh internally, it had always been like that. Every time you worked to get close, Chuuya lost his cool just before the crucial moment. It would have been a blatant lie to say that it annoyed you, in fact you found his jealousy strangely endearing.

‘Back off asshole, she’s with me’’ Growled Chuuya, Cerulean eyes boring into his. His arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, bringing you even closer, gloved fingers digging into your soft exposed skin as if to reiterate his point. He looked absolutely breathtaking like this - when his possessive side showed like that, you thought in a haze. His cologne mixed with his natural scent only made your head spin even more.

‘I believe we were having a discussion - ‘ The executive stammered, trying to assert himself until he was cut by Chuuya’s rough voice.

‘Shut the fuck up’

The Mafia executive spat, cutting him off mid-sentence. He clearly was not having it, and before the man could even say another word, He whisked you away upstairs in a closed room where he slammed the door shut. He clicked his tongue in irritation, unbuttoning the upper half of his shirt, unveiling a sliver of his ivory-white skin with each pop. He felt like he was losing his damn mind, needing to cool down for a second, everything becoming way too much way too quick downstairs.

Your gaze never left his, cradling your face in your arms as you laid atop the plush mattress of one of the many many rooms in this mansion. You could see the storm raging inside him, the jealousy, the protectiveness, the raw need. And you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little

‘Chuuya, focus on the mission, would you?’

Your teasing tone did not go unnoticed as a faint blush dusted his cheeks, his jealousy so clearly put on display. Freezing for a moment, he was suddenly hyper aware of every breath he took.Turning around to face you, he frowned.

‘I can’t stand seeing any of those pieces of shit touch you’ He was more than bold, cornering you against the bed. ‘Would you understand that?’ He raised an eyebrow, playing with your words. You couldn’t help but enjoy this. This desperate jealous side of him that you always saw on missions like these. Flickering your eyes to his lips, you smiled innocently.

‘It's part of the mission Chuuya, how else do you want us to get that information Mori asked for’

He only gruffed, leaning against the wall beside you.

‘There’s just no way I can see that and stay calm, y’know me’

He raised an eyebrow, as if this was the most evident thing in the entire universe.

‘Besides, I’d rather use my fucking fist then let one of the these dirtbags breath the same air as you’

Gosh - It made your heart flutter. You leaned forward, almost tauntingly letting the silky satin drip down your chest, exposing your cleavage. ‘Yea? You would? Tell me more’

Chuuya narrowed his eyes at you, a faint blush back on his cheeks, as his gaze desperately tried to avoid the valley of your breasts so prettily put on display for him.

‘Cut that crap already’ He paused scowling, regrouping his composure slightly before letting himself sit next to you on the bed. You taunting him was enough to send him to heaven and back. Not to mention the way your dress hugged your curves so perfectly, the material dipping exposing your curves - Stop. He had to control himself.

‘I mean it…’ You were now the one who was bold. Your hand coming to rest gingerly on his thigh. He tensed, his whole body feeling as if an electric current ran through him. ‘I want to know what’s on your mind right now…’ You cooed, your eyes drinking in the sight of his flustered face. You’d had wanted him since forever, and now it was enough, you could not hold back anymore. Seeing his possessive side shine through in missions always aroused you more than you’d ever admit, but today was your breaking point — The faint glow of the candle light illuminating the side of his face, taunt jaw, pursed lips, and furrowed brow. He was beyond handsome, but that was no news to you.

The tension in the room felt thick, like a cord pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.You shifted slightly, the soft silk of your dress brushing against your skin, reminding you just how far you were pushing him. The material clung to you in all the right places, the slit revealing enough to make anyone pause in their tracks, but it was the way Chuuya looked at you that set you alight. His gaze burned with such want, that he felt himself getting dizzy with need.

On the other hand, you couldn’t help it. You loved testing him, pushing his limits just to watch him unravel. The way his jaw clenched, the subtle twitch in his fingers like he was fighting the urge to grab you, it made you delirious with want.

His sharp gaze, usually so bold and confident, held a tinge of timidness in the depth of it. Clearing his throat, his eyes zeroed on the way your thumb gently caressed his thigh, the sensation alone enough to send a surge of heat to his groin. It was as if he was at a loss for words, a rare sight indeed. Years and years of longing for you coming to crash down on him like waves perpetually hitting the shore.

‘You know…’ you purred, voice dripping with that teasing edge he loved and hated all at once, ‘if you can’t handle this, maybe I should’ve gone with someone else. Someone who could keep their cool on a mission like this.’ You just wanted to rile him up enough so that he could confess his feelings, and gosh — seeing the look in his eyes as his face snapped to meet yours. It was all too good.

His gaze flashed, anger and desire swirling together in a dangerous mix. He shifted, grabbing your hand that once rested on his thigh in one swift motion, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the strength behind his restraint.

‘You’d better not even joke about that’ he murmured, voice low and eyes dark with barely restrained jealousy. ‘Am’ the only one who can touch you. Got that?’ His hand gently grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up to meet the seriousness of his gaze - and at that moment, you wondered if you pushed it too far.

‘Touch me right now then..’ Your voice sent a deep shiver through every pore of his being. Chuuya's keen eyes flashed, pupils dilating with sheer lust as he took a moment to register your words.

‘Yea? Sure’ you can handle it?’ His grip on your chin faltered until he pushed you down gently on the bed. You almost melted into a heap on the mattress, his nervosity seeming to vanish in one-go and you knew you were in for a ride. Chuuya did exhibit such a calm demeanour before you, yet his insides were twisting with a mix of want and apprehensiveness. Truthfully, he would have been lying if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now that words had been spoken, holding himself back was not an option anymore.

You felt your insides burn and turn as he lowered himself on top of you, cornering you between his body and the plush mattress. Your plump lips parting to voice your thoughts, but you remained silent as if in awe of the man above you: long ginger strands cascading atop his shoulder, cerulean eyes swirling with a twinkle of lust and his white button up slightly — oh so deliciously unbuttoned exposing the fair skin of his collarbones.

He hummed, eyes taking in the sight of you sprawled below him, completely at his mercy.

‘Hmm why you so silent now? Seems like just now you had so much to say’ He purred teasingly, leaning down to whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“So what is it? Cat’ got your tongue princess?’ You just looked so damn edible underneath him, that the Executive couldn’t help but trail his gloved hand down your face, until his thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, tilting your face slightly to make your gaze meet his. The way you gazed at him, looking utterly vulnerable beneath him, lit something inside him as he gulped down, eyes racking over your whole body, until it met yours again.

Even though his teasing tone, his eyes held such pure and raw affection for you, that you felt time stop for a mere moment. Swirling in his sapphire gaze was years of love, jealousy and pure lust.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He blurted out, biting on his lips as if using all his crumbling self restraint to wait on your answer. Chuuya would never do anything to displease you — you were his muse, his reason to go on, his soulmate: all he did in life was for you, to one day be able to call you rightfully his. He was a romantic at heart, but just for you.

Leaning his forehead on yours, he held your face affectionately pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead

‘You don't know for how long I’ve wanted this- how long I've wanted you.’ He exhaled, eyes closing as he felt you nod, allowing him to finally seal his lips with yours, and gosh at that moment he swore the heavens made you just for him.

Fishing a hand through his strands, a desperate whimper of his name caresses your lips as his tongue delves into your mouth wasting no time. He smiles into the kiss pressing himself against you, his hand moving to grasp both your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. He doesn’t want you to move nor do anything, he just wants the whole mansion to hear who you belong to.

‘Fuck-’ He cursed under his breath, letting off a breathy exhales, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his. At that moment you can truly say that Chuuya has never looked so gorgeous.

‘Need to taste you on my tongue doll- right now. ’ Oh- now he’s even bolder. Kissing was more than enough to send electricity racking through his being, but Chuuya was a greedy man when it came to you. After spending countless nights fisting his cock to the idea of his tongue buried deep into your soaked pussy he really can’t seem to be able to hold himself back anymore.

Cutting straight to the point, all he cared about was tasting you, your own pleasure building his brick by brick. Besides, he swore he could most likely get off to pleasuring you—your pleasure his own.

You’re quick to hitch your leg up his shoulder, Chuuya’s breath hitching in his throat, fingers letting go of your wrists to instead dig into the subtle skin of your thighs.

‘God- I could cum just from looking at you’ He cursed, and you see it in his eyes that he’s being truthful and it stirs the deepest blush onto your cheeks. Another moan of his name slips past your lips as he presses a series of kisses on your inner thighs, his eyes looking like he’s teetering on the verge of insanity, high on you and your scent. Lashes fluttering closed, he skillfully hooked a finger under your pantie moving it aside giving him prime view of your soaked cunt.

‘Fuck- this wet just from kissing me, huh?’ He felt himself spinning, mind unravelling at the sight before him. You, on your back with your dress hitched up to your waist, a leg comfortably resting on his shoulder with your pretty pussy just waiting to get tongue fucked by him.

‘How long you been wanting this, tell me princess’ He cooed such tease dripping from his tone as his eyes drank in the sight of your flushed face.

‘Years..’ you confessed, as he chuckled the air that exited his lips caressing your drooling folds.

‘That’s it… that’s my pretty girl’ he purred, completely and utterly drunk on you, feeling you throb against his index finger collecting your slit, bringing it to his lips. He felt your fingers grasp his locks, gasps resonating throughout the luxurious room, before he slowly manoeuvred his finger up and down your slit, index delving into your cunt. His mouth gaped, as if entranced by the view of his finger disappearing into your pussy, your juices drenching him. It’s not long before he adds in his middle finger, almost salivating at the sight.

‘Taking my fingers so well baby’ Chuuya praised, his tongue locked onto your pearl, pretty lashes of his fluttering shut, his hips grinding into thin air. Flicking his tongue against your poor fucked-out nub, Chuuya’s fingers were skilfully moving inside you, wasting no time to repeatedly abuse your sweet spot.

’Mine — all fucking mine’ He possessively whispered, lips hungrily latching onto your clit, fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of you. You were bucking into his hand, à thin ring of cum coating his fingers. Eyes zeroed on your cunt so greedily swallowing his fingers, he babbled drunk on your pussy

’Made for me’ all of you, - Fuck’

Your body arched under him, every muscle tightening as the pleasure built and built, coiling inside you like a spring about to snap. Chuuya's fingers moved with such skill, as if he'd memorised your body long before tonight, knowing exactly how to bring you to the brink of release. His mouth on your clit, hot and demanding, had you squirming against him, but his strong hands kept you firmly in place.

‘Chuuya—’ you gasped, voice cracking with desperation. You were so close, oh so close to an overwhelming climax. His name left your lips like a prayer, which only seemed to fuel him more, his grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you with his fingers and greedily ate you out like a starved man.

Then suddenly, the tension in your body snapped like a cord pulled too tight, and your orgasm washed over you in waves, pulling you under with such force that you could hardly breathe. You tried warning him, but you could babble moans of his name as your body trembled against him, and Chuuya never let up, his fingers still thrusting into you, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until you were a shaking, gasping mess beneath him.

He groaned, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers, his hips grinding down against the bed in search of some kind of relief. He looked utterly drunk on lust—his face flushed, his lips wet with your juices, his eyes blown wide with lust and satisfaction.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful like this’ he rasped, pulling his fingers from you slowly, and bringing them to his lips to taste you again. He licked them clean, savouring the flavour of you as if it rivalled the finest wine.

You were still panting, your chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as you tried to come down from the high of your orgasm. Chuuya hovered above you, his body shaking with need, but he didn’t push you didn’t demand anything from you. He simply looked at you, as if the sight of you in this state of bliss was enough to satisfy him somehow.

Although,you wanted more- you needed him. After catching your breaths, you pushed him down, climbing on top of him. His eyes widened at your actions, a blush dusting his cheeks up to his ears as if he wasn’t just eating your pussy two minutes ago.

‘Need you inside me’ your hands made quick work of his dress pants as he sucked in a breath, eyes darkening further at your words. You could feel the hardness of him through the fabric of his underwear, the bulge leaving little to nothing to the imagination.

‘A-Ah Fuck- wait-’ He cursed again, a whimper threatening to escape his lips as his gaze flickered between your beautiful angel-like face and your hand positioning him into your greedy cunt. A few strand of his long ginger hair stick to his face, cock already throbbing with anticipation to cum.

‘Won't last long I- got me so riled up earlier eating you-’ He bashfully mumbled, feeling beyond embarrassed only wishing that earth could open up and swallow him whole, looking off to the side. Cheeks now almost matching his hair. Truth was, he almost came from eating you out earlier, your soft moans of his name way more than enough to send him over the edge 1000 times over.

His cock was so beautiful: flushed and leaking his precum dribbling down its shaft. Rubbing his tip against your soaked folds, Chuuya threw his head back against the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. His hands gripped onto your hips as if holding untold ear life, leaving crescent moon indents into your plush skin. He was desperately trying to suppress his moans and whimper, biting down on his lip almost drawing blood, until you slowly sank his length into you, seating on him.

A choked out gasp escaped his lips, curses filling the room, his hips gyrating upwards to meet your movements on top.

‘S-So good to me’ He babbled out, drunk on your pussy, milking him, as if it was made to take him in. Cockhead kissing your cervix, he’s merciless, feets digging into the mattress to push his hips upward meeting your every thrust. Chuuya could revel in the feeling forever, whether it was the grip of your velvety wall around his pulsating cock, the way your lips parted shamelessly moaning his name like a mantra, or the way your tits bounced with every movement on his length. The pleasure was unbearable for the both of you already feeling your second orgasm creep out, impaling yourself on his cock at a faster and harsher pace. Your hands pressed against his chest leaning forward to bounce on him, and Chuuya swore he had been sent to the afterlife.

‘C’mon baby- let me feel you cum on my cock-’ He choked out,and the words nearly sent you over the edge. His eyes met yours, and it was the way he gazed at you with such love that finally gave you the slight push you needed to come undone on top of him.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every thrust of Chuuya’s hips upward sent shockwaves through your body, and you finally came on top of him. Fucking you through your orgasm, the redhead finally halted balls deep, knuckles turning white as he gripped your hips with sheer force enough to leave bruises indicating he reached his limit too.

‘’C-Cummin-’’ He gritted through his clenched teeths, body twitched releasing thick long ropes of cum inside your pussy, his release flooding you with warmth. Collapsing on top of his chest, his hand tangled into your locks, slowly trying to catch his breath. He felt like his heart was right about to burst straight out of his chest.

For a moment, everything was still. The world outside didn’t exist—there was only you and Chuuya, wrapped up in each other, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened.

And then, slowly, he cleared his throat, his eyes soft as they met yours. He wanted to say so much, yet his lips parted and his mind blanked looking into your eyes—your flushed face, parted glossy lips and doe eyes piercing right into his soul.You were so breathtaking, it completely made him lose his mind. Your fingers grazed the skin of his collarbone before you smiled softly speaking in a hushed voice

‘You wanna know something?’

‘Yea?’

‘If this is what happens when random creeps flirt with me on missions, I just might have to let it happen more often.’

Chuuya only chuckled, rolling his eyes, as his hand came to caress your hair lovingly. Pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, he nuzzled your locks swearing that one day he’d make you his, and that this was only the beginning.

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livelaughlovesubs · 7 months ago

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Hiya I have a request if they're open?? I don't see the status rn so if they're closed feel free to ignore <3

Chuuya x ability user reader who can copy abilities and uses his own ability against him by using gravity manipulation to fuck him harder pls and tyyy!!

I’ve written one where chuuya used his own ability to make reader fuck him harder haha, that was fun >:)

Dom!AbilityUser!reader x sub!chuuya

Warning: chuuya tries to dom, pegging (I use dick), teasing, brat taming (?), dacryphilia

Sometimes you two would change positions and you’d let him top you, just to fed into his ego. And more often than not you’d also tease him until he succumbs, eyes teary as he lets you take over. Not today, he didn’t want things to go your way again.

That’s why he straddled your lap, binding your wrists together behind his waist, pinning you to the bed while looking all smug. “This time, you have to match my pace.” He snarled, thinking he got the upper hand and was in charge. What could you do in such a situation anyway? Tied up with no way to move, since he’s using his body weight on you. It might not be much, but it’s still pretty difficult if he’s pressing down on your stomach.

“You want to ride me? Go on then, pretty boy.” You appeared nonchalant, as if all this didn’t bother you. Instead, you grabbed his butt and leaned closer. Chuuya gritted his teeth, yelping when he felt you squeeze his ass. “Stop it, don’t do anything. I tell you what to do.” Then he slapped your hand away, face heating up while he slowly lowers himself into your lap. “Oh my, feisty. Alright, I’ll be obedient then.” You joked, laughing a little. He didn’t take that joke well, frowning as he grabbed your collar, groaning, “You better be.”

It took a moment until he managed to press your dick against his rim, and it took even longer until he got the tip in. “Nghh… w-would you look at that, feeling nervous already?” The boy taunted you, grinning and arching his back. His hands clutched your shoulders for support then he slowly sat down. “Should I be?” You said, then tried to move his body around to no avail. “H-hah..! See? I’m in control now.” He commented and took the entire length in. ”mhm..! Damn it.” Chuuya gasped, clenching around you tightly. He has taken you countless times, but his hole still needs time to get used to it. “Do you have difficulties? I can always take over.” You reminded him, smiling innocently. Those advances you make are signs that you have no cards up your sleeves anymore, it’s a good thing. Even so… Is this how you feel whenever he acts out with you or talk back? Was he as annoying as you right now?

“No need, I can get off on my own.” He proudly proclaimed and moved his hips, riding you diligently. No matter what you say, he wasn’t going to let your words sway him. As things progressed, his moans got louder and higher each time he bounces on top of you. He also didn’t hold his voice back, as if to rub more salt into the Injurie, basically telling you that he was doing just fine without your help. What a childish boy, should you entertain him some more or finally get to business?

The way he was so proud, as if he just achieved something amazing was adorable. You were looking forward to the face he’d make once the tables turn. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed his butt again while he has mid-air. The male immediately stopped moving and furrowed his brows, scoffing, “are you trying that same trick again?” He had a faint blush on his cheeks, otherwise he wasn’t that ruined yet.

”no, rather, I’m showing you a little trick.” You chuckled and leaned over to his face. For a moment he thought you were going to kiss him, instead you looked over his shoulder and pushed. He didn’t know what happened, but he instantly slumped back in your lap. The tip hit a sweet spot inside him, causing him to whine loudly, “ahHGhHnn..!! W-wait, stop!” Chuuya yelled, crying out from the pleasure. “What did you d-do..?!” This wasn’t good, you were messing up his plans again.

With a swift movement, you easily raised him up and down. Manhandling him with no troubles even though you were still tied up. He couldn’t do anything but groan and whine while you continued to make him ride you. “NghHh.. f-fuck, ah, feels good- no, wait! Y-y/n.?!” Tears were rolling down his cheeks now, and his gaze was filled with desperation. He was begging you quietly. “What is? Oh, perhaps you don’t need my help?” You said, despite knowing what he wanted the most in that moment. “I-I… how did you hmMnhg d-do that anyway..?” Chuuya stayed resilient while drool flowed down his chin, at the same time his body was still getting toyed with by you. “Did you forgot about my ability? My, I expected a bit more from you, sweetheart.” You teased, then rest your chin on the nook of his shoulder. He was arching his back and leaned back, while you kept leaning closer to him. Ability, you said. Was there something importan- yea, there was. You had a copy ability, one that allows you to copy another ability user’s ability for a set time limit. So you must have copied his ability. Is that why it feels so intense whenever you fuck into him, are these the effects of gravity manipulation? “T-that’s cheating… hahH~” He mumbled, looking to the side due to the humiliation. How could he miscalculate so bad to forget about that? Next time he should get some nullifying handcuffs.

“Oh dear, are you sure about that?” You asked him while continuously bucking up into him, or making him go up and down on you. That previously arrogant and confident attitude soon got swayed away and replaced with a helpless one. Your cock repeatedly hit his prostate, enough to make the strength leave his body and causing him to slump against your chest.

Each time you buried yourself deep inside him he’d let out a high pitched yelp, glaring at you before avoiding eye contact again. “What’s this? Surrendering already?” Now you were the one to tease him, reminding him of these embarrassing things. “I’m n-not. You… nGhhh, enjoy while you c-can hmNHgg!!” Even though it was a threat, you laughed through it. For you all of this was only empty promises and games anyway.

Then you looked over his shoulder, staring at his butt and how your hands are guiding his body. Something about watching your dick appear and disappear was so erotic that you couldn’t stop. His cries filled the room, echoing in your head, showing you who much he actually likes it if he wasn’t putting on a show. That pretty face of his was all red and wet with tears, eyes rolling back whenever you fuck him especially hard. His hair also bounced around with every thrust, more and more lewd moans slipping from those rosy lips.

It was fun watching him change up like that, which is why you whispered into his ear, “I’m looking forward to your next antics.”

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