trying to heal.

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⊹꒰Chivalry was never dead to him꒱ The whole concept of that phrase is stupid to him. He is the textbook definition of a gentleman. To him, chivalry wasn't even something that a man could loose, unless they weren't a man to begin with. He believes it's something every man should have. It's something he strongly stands by. Opening doors, pulling out chairs, planning dates, giving gifts just because, dropping you home and staying there until your silhouette disappeard safely inside your house, it was all trivial to him. Something that came naturally. He didn't consider it 'simp behaviour' or something weak, just basic manners. He's seen enough assholes in his life, and he's not fond of becoming one himself.

⊹꒰The man loves physical touch꒱ At first, it wasn't something he initiated. He was afraid, knowing his strength that he might accidentally hurt you. But also a little uncomfortable because any physical touch he's ever recieved followed by pain. But when he notices how you wrap your hands around his arm, walk just a little closer to him, lean your head on his shoulder, it's enough to have him melting in your hold. You touch him like he's made of glass, so gentle, careful in a way that's not humiliating, but rather comforting. He quickly becomes addicted to it, looking forward to falling in your arms after a long day. He doesn't hesitate to return the favour when you give him the green light. His hands are greedy but just as careful as yours, slow but firm, just holding your close through the night. There's always a hand on your lower back, guiding you through busy streets, or his fingers are interlocked with yours. His touches are simple, but you can tell how much they mean to him, how much he savours each contact.

⊹꒰He's surprisingly clingy꒱ Not in a bad way, no, never. But he'll always keep you close by his side, his hand slithering around your waist and resting securely there. He'll lean into you when you're sitting side by side, shoulders touching. His hands would either be holding yours under the table or rubbing your thigh. There's no in between. It's either these small touches so he doesn't crash out, or he's literally wrapping himself around you. He throws his arms over you when sleeping, holding you close the entire night. And if you get hot? He's migrating to the other side of the bed with you.

⊹꒰Arguments are insignificant꒱ It's not that the two of your don't argue. But at the end of the day, nothing matters more to him than you. He doesn't care if his point doesn't get across, doesn't care if he wins. The moment he sees that shine in your eyes, he drops everything. The heat is gone and replaced by something akin to panic. He's immediately comforting you, because the last thing he wants to do is to hurt you. Even if it's in the heat of the moment, even if he doesn't mean what he says and even if you know he doesn't mean it, it doesn't matter. The moment your voice trembles slightly he's ready to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. And if things don't immediately sort out, he isn't the type to go cold. He'll still care for you, quietly. In his own way while trying to protect his own peace so he doesn't say or do something he regrets. And once he's finally grounded, and the atmosphere has calmed down, he'll hold you close, apologise and let your warmth break down whatever tension was left in him. The man rumoured to have anger issues is astonishingly soft with you.

⊹꒰His love language is acts of service and gift giving꒱ He's not good with words. Never has been. He tries his best but it's always been hard for him. So he opts for other ways to show his love. You don't know how many times you've recieved flowers on your doorstep alongside a small gift. Whether it's clothes, jewelery or just something your eyes happened to look at for more than ten seconds. And when you ask him why, he only shrugs. "Just cus'. Can't spoil my doll for no reason now?" He's also not afraid of pda to some extent. He'll get down on his knees in front of all his subordinates with no shame, tie your shoelace, place a kiss on the back of your hand or your temple and possessively hold you by his side. He'll carry your bags, doesn't matter how small or big, one or too many. He insists. Your feet hurt because of your heels? You don't even have to voice it. He can tell just by looking at your face. And before your know it you're picked up off your feet as he carries you through the streets.

⊹꒰He takes the role of everything꒱ He's your boyfriend, your body guard, you stylist, your counsellor, your heater, your body pillow, your mother- you get it. Need fashion advice? Go to him. It's no surprise that this man knows how to dress. You're sick? He has already started making you something warm. Also not a surprise that he can cook. It's too cold? Just hug him. Some creep is staring? Oh would you look at that, the guy now lies unconscious on he ground. Problem solved!

⊹꒰He's very protective꒱ He knows what kind of work he does, and he's also painfully aware of the fact that you're basically a walking target. His weakness. But Chuuya Nakahara never refuses a challenge. Especially when it comes to you. He'll love you loudly, show you off with delight. That's something he'll never shy away from just because his lifestyle makes it difficult for him. But he can't help but worry. He's lost enough people in his life. With you he's selfish. The thought of loosing you keeps him awake at night. You sometimes find him looking over your shoulder, or passing nasty looks to a guy getting a little too handsy. When he's not there he has guards around you, ready to step in even at the slightest suspicious activity. The fear runs deep within him. But he's not one to back down. A single kiss and a gentle warm touch from you pulls him back from his minds void, and he's reminded that right now you're here, with him. Forever and always just like you promised.

⊹꒰He's so sappy it hurts꒱ He dreams of his happily ever after with you. Somewhere quiet, where the two of you could be together in peace with no disturbances, no missions, no late work hours that separate the two of you. He wishes to spend lazy mornings with you, imagining how cute you'd look curled up next to him all sleepy and soft. He wishes to dance with you in a big house, barefoot with a soft tune playing on a vintage record. He wonders what it would be like when he proposes. Maybe on a pretty sunset that would make your skin glow. You'd be wearing a sundress, expression completely rid of stress and worry. He imagines how beautifully the tears would sparkle on your face, how the ring would look on your finger. He'll be yours forever. And maybe in the far future, where he's finally free from this tense life, that he'd come home to his little minions running around and clinging to his feet. He'd make his way to you, kiss you like he has all the time in the world while his kids in the back would make exaggerated gagging noises. "Ew! Mama and papa are flirting again!" It's far, far out of his reach. But a man can dream, right?

⊹꒰PET. NAMES꒱ I cannot stress this enough. Baby, doll, darling, my love, gorgeous. He kisses your forehead before leaving for work, muttering a small "Mornin' love." You call him for something and his immediate response is "Yes, dear?" He sometimes surprises you by coming home early, wrapping his arms around you from behind and mumbling against your neck. "Missed ya, doll." When he's tired or sleepy, he'll greedily pull you closer, kiss you lazily and whisper "I love you so much baby."

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⊹꒰Speaking of pet names...꒱ He's very vocal in bed. Deep groans, grunts, little moans, and most of all- "Yeah, baby. Just like that...", "Fuck, you're doing so good, my love.", "My pretty girl, tasts so fuckin' sweet.", "Good girl.", "You're mine, say it." He knows his voice is hot, and he also knows the effect it has on you. He purposely mutters filthy things in your ear, loving you tightly you clench around him, puffy pussy fluttering around his dick at each eanderment.

⊹꒰He doesn't fuck, he makes love꒱ For him, it's never a quick fuck in a storage closet or a quick suck in the back alley. No. He waits. Until he has you comfortably spread out under him on the bed, panting and trembling against the sheets. And even if his dick strains painfully against his pants, he still goes slow, take his time to explore your body even if he has every inch memorised. Sex isn't something he views mainly as pleasure, but something far more then that. Something that strengthen the bond between you two, a share of emotions and vulnerability.

⊹꒰Your pleasure is his pleasure꒱ He'll eat you out for hours with no end in sight. Even if his dick in leaking and aching to be touched, only when he's satisfied will he pull away from your pussy, leaving you in a mind numbing bliss. Sometimes just pleasuring you is enough for him. He'll have you sit on his face, bounc on his dick in whatever way you please. And just watching you moan and choke on your own breath from the overwhelming pleasure is enough to get him off. He wants you to use him. He wants to make you feel you.

⊹꒰He prefers to take the lead꒱ As much as he loves letting you have your way with him, it doesn't last long because he's naturally a very dominant guy. You think he's turning into putty in your arms and then bam! You're pinned under him, whimpering and squirming from just a kiss. He can easily manhandle you in bed, put you in whatever position he wants. He squeezes multiple orgasams out of you before he's even came once. But he's not stopping until you're completely and utterly spent. Only on days where he's way too horny or tired will he relax back and watch you use him as you personal dildo. The sight is so erotic that sometimes even if he does have the energy, he'll watch you struggle patheticly on his cock.

⊹꒰The man has stamina꒱ The strongest fighter in the Port Mafia and you expect him to be a one minute guy? How insulting. He takes his time with the foreplay, hands and mouth always roaming like this the last time he'll have you like this. He starts slow, building up the pleasure with small licks and flicks untill you're utterly sensitive. Then his touch becomes firm, something that you can hold on to while his dick reaches deep inside you. He always makes sure you come before him. You'd be crying from your third orgasm while he hasn't even had his first. And even if you've milked him dry, he can still go for another round, and another, and another, and another... Truly a dream for when you're ovulating.

⊹꒰He loves watching you꒱ His favourite position is mating press. Your pussy clenches around him so nice, but having your legs thrown over his shoulder and watching the way you loose yourself is pleasure has his dick twitching inside you. Every press of your lips, every frown of your eyebrows and the way your mouth forms an 'O' shape whenever you're close, God he's addicted.

⊹꒰He's kinky꒱ Of course he is, just look at him. As much as he wouldn't like to admit it, he loves making you cry during sex. It's something that turns him on so much. Knowing that the reason you're so overwhelmed by pleasure is because of him, that he's making you feel this good, just the thought of that is enough to get him rock hard. You look so pretty when you're split apart and crying on his dick, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as your hands desperately claw on his back. He also loves to mark you. Small pink hickies, some purple ones, handprints on your hips and bite marks on your neck, boobs and thighs. He loves to leave marks as much as he loves recieving them from you. He's also not one to use his ability in bed, but occasionally he'll pin you down by gravity when you're being bratty. Nothing to seriously hurt you, obviously.

⊹꒰Also very possessive꒱ Just as he is protective, he's also possesive. He loves that you're his and he's yours, and he wants to show it off. He will not cover up hickies on his neck. Instead, he'd encourage you to make them as obvious as possible. And that goes for him too. He'll mark you in obvious places that would be hard to cover up, so everyone knows you're taken. He doesn't care if people are staring, he'll stare back and kiss you like you're the last person on earth. Because for him you are. Only you matter. And he wants everyone to know that. But he does hold a special spot for places where only he can see.

⊹꒰The sap never stops꒱ His hips would be snapping against yours, cock slamming inside you with a punishing pace that has you drooling. Then suddenly he stops. He leans down, buries his face in your neck and sniffles. You're genuinely worried, trying to snap out of the haze before he looks up at you with a stupid soft smile, eyes red and shiny. All you can do is blink in confusion as he leans forward to place a tender kiss on your lips, the brutal thrusts of his hips now turning into a gentle grind. All he mumbles is a "Fuck, I love you so much..." And both of you are having a mind bending orgasm.

⊹꒰Aftercare is a must꒱ It's non-negotiable. Doesn't matter how tired he is, doesn't matter what time it is, doesn't matter if you insist that you're fine. He's super gentle afterwards, handling you like you're made of glass. He already has a bath prepared, already has fresh clothes laid out for you. He doesn't let you lift a finger afterwards. He's scrubbing you clean, putting his shirt on you, brushing and drying your hair and massaging you. You never catch him, but he's always admiring the marks he's left on you. And cuddles. A lot of cuddles and giggles.

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You stumble into the apartment with a broken giggle, half drunk on wine and the other half on whatever was in the air. He stepped in right behind you, hand hovering over your waist to catch you just incase. The two of you had just gotten back from a surprise date he planned. A fancy restaurant, a new dress and a big bouquet of roses that he carried in his other hand, sighing from how you were adorably blabbering on about whatever nonsense that came in your head.

He carefully put the roses in your favourite vase, making his way to the bedroom with you. You let out a content breath as you plopped down on the bed, arms splaying out and going limp. Without a word, he kneels down between your legs on the ground, gloved hands carefully removing your heels and putting them aside.

"Don't fall asleep now. You need to wash up." He says, the alcohol running in his body turning his voice into nothing more than a low grumble. When he gets no response, he leans up, hovering over you and pinns both of your wrists beside your head. "Hey."

You look back up at him with a lazy smile, a drunk faint pink on your cheeks, hair messy and spread out on the pillow. "Hey~" You giggle back.

He stares at you for a moment, his own eyes softening at the sight of you so soft and carefree under him. His heart aches from how cute you look, rolling his eyes affectionately and leaning down to connect his lips with yours.

The kiss is soft but thorough, like he was slowly mapping out the way of your mouth into his brain. You can taste the wine mixed with someone rough and warm. His tongue tangles with yours, sliding into your mouth and swallowing your whimpers. His nips at your bottom lip, soothing it with his warm tongue before caressing the velvety walls of your mouth, drinking in the sweet gloss you know how loved.

His hands moved to pull down your tights, careful to not rip them before replacing their warmth with his hands. He palmed the tender insides of your thighs, his groan and your moan mixing in harmony. You dress rode up as you spread your legs to accomodate him, revealing the pretty pink panties he got for you last week.

His mouth pulled away from you, cheeks flushed red and panting. He trailed a path of wet kisses down the corner of your mouth to your neck, softly sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. You whined, hands tangling in his hair before a gasp escaped you when you felt his thumb slowly rub up and down on your clothed clit.

"Chuuya..." You whined when his hips pressed up against yours. His hard erection rubbed against your wet pussy. You could feel the rough fabric of his jeans through the thin material of your soaked panties.

His slowly grinded his hips, a low groan escaping him from the crook of your neck as he glanced down. His thumb continued to rub your clit as he nudged your gaping entrance with his hard-on.

"Please, need more..." You whined, your hips moving in sync with his, thighs twitching around him.

"Shit..." He muttered, pulling away. Before you could react, he turned you around. His shaky hands already unzipped your dress, throwing it somewhere on the ground along with his gloves.

You weren't wearing a bra, which didn't help the rush of desire running through him. He wedged his knee between your legs, earning a small whimper before pulling you up. Your back arched against his chest, perky boobs pushing out into the cool air of the room that had your nipples hardening.

One of his hand travelled down, snaking under your panties and finding your wet pussy. He groaned against your shoulder as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in tight little circles, flicking and pinching it like a fidget toy. His other hand groped your boob, thumb swirling the little nub around before pinching it between his fingers.

You leaned your head back against him, voice coming out in soft moans and gasps. His hand was too warm, too good, you were reduced to a drooling mess in seconds, pussy now grinding on his thigh and leaving behind your wetness on his pants.

"I'm coming..." You panted.

"Already?" He mocked, but made no efforts to stop. His fingers slid down your slit, teasing and circling your entrance while he palmed you clit.

Your thighs trembled around his hand. The tip of his finger pushed inside, giving one final rub to your clit that had you seeing white, mouth falling open in a silent scream as you gushed around his hand. He bit your shoulder, his other hand wrapping around your shoulder to hold you still as he continued to rub your pussy, milking out the final bits of you orgasm before you started whining and squirming.

He finally let go, hand slipping out from your underwear with strings of your juices coating his fingers. He eagerly licked it up, watching as how you fell on the bed, panting and shaking.

He turned you around again, this time moving down your body until he was face level with you soaked panties. Pulling them down, his tongue darted out to clean up the mess, licking you up like you were the sweetest candy ever. A low hum escaped him as he tasted your sweet nectar, sucking deep purple marks on your thighs that only he'd be able to see, nibbling on your puffy pussy lips until you were pushing him away from the overstimulation.

"I just- fuck- jus' came..." You cried out, your hand having a punishing grip on his hair that only made him harder.

Tears brimed in your eyes when you felt him suck your clit into his warm mouth. Your thighs jolted shut around his head, little streams of tears falling down the side of your face as he swirled his tongue around the swollen bud. He was quick to notice, scoffing and loving how you twitched when his warm breath hit your sensitive flesh.

"Please just put it in..." You cried.

"You have to be patient, my love." he mumbled, knowing all too well that whatever he was doing was to make you lose your mind.

"Chuuya..." You whined, and his eyes rolled back. No matter what, this was always his weakness- your sweet voice calling out to him so desperately.

"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath before finally giving in and pulling back. His lips were glossy with your release, eyes a little hazy as he hovered over you, giving you a show of him getting naked.

But he was taking his sweet fucking time, and you were way to out of it to care now. Your hands pushed his away, fumbling with the buttons and almost ripping his shirt apart as you tried to remove it as quickly as possible.

He just chuckled, watching you desperately struggle with his belt before helping you out. It was almost annoying at how calm he was, easily removing his pants and boxers which both of you knew you would have struggled on for the next five minutes if he hadn't stepped in.

Your hand immediately wrapped around his dick, slowly moving up and down. He let out a shuddering breath, head falling to rest on your shoulder as he fumbled open the condom.

You smirked. "You gotta be patient, you know." You teased, taking the condom and easily opening it with your teeth.

He laughed, breathy and most definitely impatient as he shook his head. "You cheeky little..." He muttered, delivering a weak slap to your ass even though his ears were turning bright red. "Who was just begging to stuffed earlier, hm?"

You playfully rolled your eyes. "You were going slow."

"Oh really?" He lines up his cock against your entrance after putting the condom on, an eyebrow raised into that smug expression before slamming his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one go.

You felt all the air leave your lungs, felt every vein on his dick buldge inside you. He was in so deep, his length caressing your mushy walls and tip kissing the sweet spot inside you. It was mocking- how good it felt when his mean dick was splitting you apart.

"We'll go at your pace today." He grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulder and leaning forward, almost folding you in half. His eyes fixed on you as he started to thrust into your sweet pussy.

All you could do was cry and clench helplessly around him, feeling him pull out all the way before slamming back in over and over and over. The fat tip continued to hit the spot that made your toes tingle, hands clawing at his back in a desperate attempt to grab onto some sort of support from the overwhelming pleasure that was shutting your brain off.

"Chuuya..." You moaned. "Chuuya...!" You moaned again. That was all you could do. Any coherent thought was replaced by him, and how warm he felt, and how perfect he was inside you, knowing exactly where to touch and what angle to have to make you soak him.

"Look at me, doll." His hand moved to cup your face, thumb gently brushing away the fresh new batch of tears that were flowing down. "Please, I need you to look at me, sweetheart."

Your shiny eyes met his, barely being able to see through the blur of tears before you felt his lips on yours. It was desperate, pathetic, messy and full of teeth and spit. You felt his hips twitch, clenching around him just a little too tight when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Mnn, pussy's so perfect," He moaned into your mouth. "So fuckin' perfect, all mine..."

His words fell straight to your core, releasing even more wetness that made his movements even easier. "Gonna come, yeah, pretty?"

You nodded mindlessly, arms wrapping around his neck as your body tensed up. You leaned your head back on the pillows and he took the opportunity to trail kisses down the side of you neck, stopping at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"Let's come together, fuck... Yeah, keep squeezin' me like that..." He rasped in your ear.

The two of you could only last a couple more thrusts before you clenced around him like you never wanted to let you, soaking his cock that was trembling inside you as it shot ropes and ropes of seed into the condom. As the two of you slowly came down from your high, he slumped on top of you, still shaking while you heaved under him. His dick smoothly slid out, still a little stiff and now cold as it was out from your wet heat.

You whined at the empty feeling, nails mindlessly scratching the back of his head as the peaceful silence took over. Everything was strangely calm and quiet. Your legs fell off from his shoulders to slump around his waist, and he held them there with a firm grip on your thighs.

He slowly pulled back from the crook of you neck, looking down at you while still being a little short on breath. His messy orange locks stuck to his forehead, eyes softened into something unrecognisable and the flush on his ears spread to his cheek.

And then he smiled. A small smile as his eyes roamed over your face like you were an antique piece of art- so beautiful, so his- before leaning down to tenderly kiss the corner of your lips, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

"Let's go wash up now." He said, and you couldn't help the smile that made its way on your face as well.

"Yeah," You whispered, limbs tightening around him.

He easily picked you up, an arm under your thighs and the other rubbing your back, making his way to the bathroom. And maybe he grabbed a couple more condoms on his way.

Authors note:-

It's been so long since I wrote for him ugh I miss my man so much 😫😫😫

I know this took some time but i tried my best with this so let me know how y'all liked this 😅

Tysm for the request and tysm for reading!!!

-vmo 💛