synopsis: A hidden truth came to light, turning you and Chuuya into enemies. But when the moment arrived, the trigger remained untouchedβby him, and by you. After so long apart, there was only one way left to reconcile.
wc: 3.6k
nakahara chuuya x fem! reader
nsfw
Only your heavy breathing filled the room. Each breath pierced the silence like a whisper in a haunted church. Speaking seemed more dangerous than the gun in your handβone wrong word, and everything would be over.
Whether it was caution, fear, or longing, you couldnβt tell what kept you from looking away from him. You failed to contain the burning in your chest at the sight of Chuuya standing before you: his hair disheveled, his clothes torn just like yours, a trickle of blood running down his face. It annoyed you how he still looked beautiful even when he was a mess.
Β So handsomeβ¦it was a shame he had a gun aimed at you.Β
The revolver in your hands was small compared to the shotgun Chuuya was holding, but it was just as loaded and lethal. Your finger didnβt waver over the trigger.
If someone had told you a few days ago that you and he would try to kill each other countless times in a single week, you would have believed it. Not only because you had secrets, but because he did too.Β
All that time hiding your work from him, only to discover that his hands were just as bloodstained as yours.Β
Would he still have wanted you if heβd known that before?
You clenched your teeth at the thought. Irrelevant. Pointless. You didnβt need to know. You knew, even before admitting it, that your relationship was bound to fail because you werenβt honest with him. But that didnβt matter; aparently, you two were doomed to fail anyway.
You punish yourself for every painful thought as you recall the signs that were there the whole time.Β
Countless trips abroad, always sudden; injuries that a gemologist shouldnβt have; midnight calls from a shadowed figure who claimed to be his employer. The truth had been there all along. It was funny that you hadnβt noticed it when you were doing the same things.
It took a common target to expose bloody secrets. In fact, it was only natural that it would happen this wayβthe house of cards you were living in was beautiful, but fragile. So unbearably fragile. Its fate was always collapse, you just never knew when. The wait was agonizing.
Night after night, the question pounded in your head, and it took all your strength to silence it: would things have been different if you had been honest from the beginning?Β
Irrelevant, you were enemies now. If you faltered for even a second, he wouldnβt hesitate to shoot. Chuuya was a criminal too, and it hadnβt taken much searching to discover just how loyal he was to his organization. The Commission was just a job to you, but the Port Mafia was everything to himβyou were never a choice.
And thatβs why it annoyed you, the way his brown eyes faltered, as if having you as his target was too painful to bear. Liarβthe word echoed in your mind like a desperate prayer.Β
You needed to believe that. It wasnβt painful, you told yourself, he was just pretending. Pretending to care to make you falter, to give him the upper hand. There was no weakness more exploitable than vulnerability.
You stopped breathing. The cold expression on your face wavered, and your heart raced like never before. Each pulse pounded in your head over and over again.
Slowly, he lowered the gun. Chuuya let it slip through his fingers toward the floor and, with a kick, sent it flying across the room.
Your grip on the revolver tightened. It was a trick, you thought, biting down on your trembling lipβthe look he gave you made your eyes burn. He didnβt look defeated, but weary. Weary of fighting. Weary of being the cause of ruin for those he loved.Β
You wanted to sound dangerous, as if you were giving him one last warning, but your voice came out as a trembling whisper. Tears, desperate to spill, blurred your vision.
βPull the trigger, doll.β He gave a weary smile, filled with a tenderness you knew so well. βI canβt.β
You brought your empty hand to the gun, trying to fight the tremor coursing through your body. This was a testβdefinitely a test. You could shoot all you wanted; heβd use gravity to stop the bullet before it pierced him.
If you shot, if you pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine into him, he would protect himself, right? You swallowed the painful lump in your throat.
You donβt want to hurt himβ¦ you donβt want to pull the trigger.
When did you become so sentimental? Death had never bothered you before; you were used to it just as you were used to brushing your teeth in the morning.
No matter how deeply you had grown attached, no matter that those months by his side were the nearest you had ever come to peace. It didnβt matter that his presence set warmth in your chest whenever he laughed, spoke, or even breathed.It didnβt matter either how many nights you lay awake, soothed only by the quiet rhythm of his heart beneath your hand. It didnβt matter. It couldnβt matter. You had a job to doβ a horrible, devastating, cruel job.
Godβ¦ you couldnβt do this.
Your silence tells him everything he needs to know.Β
You didnβt resist when Chuuya took the gun from your hands, and even less when he pulled you toward him with urgency.Β
You felt your head spin as his gloved hand got lost in your hair. His eager fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your face toward his as you stumbled backward, blind to everything but him. The way he held you, that hungry gleam in his eyes, his breath mingling with yoursβit all left you intoxicated.
But not more so than the taste of wine and blood in his mouth.
Chuuyaβs kiss carried the raw desperation of a man undone. Desperate because heβd spent the last few days in an endless, agonizing struggle with you. Desperate for the blood he had drawn, desperate for the ache of missing you. Every night apart was torture.
And you returned the feeling just as strongly. His shoulders relaxed the moment your fingers reached the nape of his neck and your lips rushed to meet his. Like Chuuya, you werenβt meant to be apart from him for so long either. The two of you were incompatible with that kind of distance.
Chuuya was made for thisβto adore you, to hold you in his arms, to kiss you until you were breathless. He was made to lose his mind every time your fingers tugged at his hair. Every bullet fired, every bomb detonated, every blow struck was unnatural for both of you.
A whimper escaped your lips, your back slamming against the table. The soft sound made Chuuya groan into your mouth. You were so lost in the kiss you didnβt even notice yourself moving. He tried to pull away for a moment, but the sight of the thread of saliva between your lips drove him to press his mouth back against yours.Β
Chuuya was a pervert when it came to things as simple as this. You must have been one too, because his desperation made the knot in your stomach burn painfully. He was so, so delicious. God, who moans like that over shared drool?
You wrapped your legs around his waist as he set you down on the furniture. The dark oak table was new; heβd bought it under the pretext of filling the empty hallwayβit was the only piece of furniture Chuuya hadnβt yet fucked you on.Β
When he pulled away again, Chuuya didnβt dare look toward your lips or face for he had very little control when it came to you.Β Your chest pressed against his as you felt his teeth sink into your neck. You couldnβt have held back that moan even if youβd wanted toβthe sharp pain was too good to resist. Your fingers gripped the orange strands tighter, the vampiric teasing intensifying more.Β
The sounds you made were far too sweet compared to the rough play on your skin. It was always hard to get him to let go like this. Usually it took plenty of suggestive comments, innocently provocative outfits, and bold touches for him to stop holding back. You loved it when he lost control and did exactly what he wanted with you.Β
It took a hell of a fight for Chuuya to understand that he didnβt need to worryβyou could take him.Β
His hands slid carelessly to grip your soft thighs wrapped around him. Your body shuddered at his touch, the leather of his gloves rubbed slowly against you, crawling inch by inch up your tight skirt. You found it unbearably erotic.Β A curse word escaped Chuuya the moment his fingers felt the sheer thigh-high. God, he loved when you wore those things.
βI thought youβd come to kill me, doll,β you heard Chuuya murmur after resting his forehead on your shoulder The hoarse sound of his voice, as if he were drunk with lust, did irreparable damage to you.
βIβ¦β you tried to reply, but your voice caught in your throat when his fingers caressed you. He casually played with the waistband of your stockings, tugging and releasing the thin fabric against your skin.
Chuuya paused. He seemed lost in thought, as if torn between ripping off your sheer thigh-highs or making you wear them while he fucked you. And heβd done this so many times beforeβtaken you while you wore nothing but stockings. The sight of your covered legs and those old memories were enough to make his dick throb.
βLook at you, all dressed upβ¦β Chuuya whispered as he planted wet kisses all over your shoulder and neck.
His hands played with the stocking one last time before sliding up the inside of your thigh. There, Chuuya wrapped his fingers around your soft flesh and slowly began to spread your legs apart. He only stopped when your skirt rode up your thighs and the black panties you were wearing were exposed.
βDo you always wear somethinβ so small when you go out to kill, or is this just for me?β another whisper followed by his teeth nibbling at your skin.Β
You didnβt even have time to think of a response; his fingertips caressing you over your panties made it impossible to even form a thought. His touch was soft, yet still enough to make your body writhe against him.
You let one hand slide down from the nape of his neck toward his firm shoulders. Your red nails dug into his skin while your fingers, tangled in his hair, pulled hard on the orange strands. Chuuya let you guide him however you wanted, but he denied you a kiss when you didnβt answer.
You grumbled in annoyance, and Chuuya scolded you with a slap over your black panties.Β The muffled sound of leather striking against the soaked cotton echoed off the walls, followed by your gasp.
βI know you can speak with that beautiful, tight little throat of yours, doll.β Long fingers gently wrapped around your neck. Chuuyaβs eyes stayed fixed on your mouth as he spoke, while the hand between your legs pressed softly where heβd spanked you moments earlier. . βare you wearing this for me?β
You considered refusing to answer just to tease him and earn another scolding, but you still wanted that kiss more than anything.Β
God, you really need him to kiss you right now.
Wetting your lips with your tongue, you didnβt take your eyes off his mouth when you finally spoke.
βYes,β you whined, grinding your hips against his hand. βIβm wearing these for you, Chuuya.β You paused before looking back into his brown eyes, which were watching you so hungrily. βI know how much you like thoseβ¦ and I knew seeing me in them would drive you crazy.β
βThat wasnβt hard, was it?β Chuuya teased with a smile before pulling you by the throat toward him.
You wasted no time sliding your tongue into his when your lips met again. Finally, you thought, this sweet moment and these teasing compliments were the reason you chose to be good to him.Β
Just as lost in the kiss as you were, Chuuya left your neck and panties to explore your covered upper body. Every strong squeeze around your waist, the way he spread his hand across your lower belly, squeezed your breasts, or unbuttoned a button on your dress shirtβyou felt like you were about to die.Β
Between wet kisses and hungry hands, Chuuya had already exposed half your breasts when he grew tired of being patient. He swore he tried, but the sight of your soft flesh in that black lace bra made him lose his mindβhe popped the rest of the buttons off effortlessly.Β
Itβs just a fucking piece of fabric, heβd buy you a new one. Hell, heβd buy you a whole wardrobe if you asked. Chuuya was far too addicted to showering you with expensive, beautiful thingsΒ
You didnβt even have time to complain; leaving your lips behind, he wasted no time caressing the heavy flesh with his mouth and tongue.Β
You sighed loudly. His mouth on you felt so good that you didnβt even notice the moment he slipped your clothes off your arms and tossed them into a corner on the floor. All you know is how good he makes you feel.
Shivers ran down your body as his fingers slowly trace your spine. Chuuya only needed his thumb and index finger to unfasten the delicate clasp. A soft, almost inaudible click, and heβs sliding the lace bra off your shoulders.
You didnβt know if it was Chuuyaβs touch or the icy breeze seeping in through the broken windows that made your nipples harden. But it didnβt matterβhe didnβt leave you feeling cold for too longΒ
The lace piece had barely touched the floor and Chuuya already had his warm mouth on your nipples. It was impossible not to moan at the wet glide of his tongue over your swollen bud. No one but him has ever been able to make you feel this way, so good β so desired. Just a few touches and you were already a soft, wet mess in his hands.
βChuuyaβ¦β your voice broke in a whisper.Β
It took every ounce of willpower to make him pull away from you. It felt so good the way he was caressing you, but you wanted to make Chuuya feel good too. You wanted to turn him into a mess just like he did to you.
Bringing your hands to his waist, you fought against his mouth, which wasted no time in meeting yours again.
βChuuya,β you cried out again. He contented himself with nibbling at your lower lip and tracing slow caresses along your legs while waiting for what you had to say.Β
βyes, dollβ he whispered against your lips. It was hard to focus on what you wanted when he couldnβt stop kissing you for so long. It wasnβt easy for you either, and Chuuya did nothing to help.
You ran your hands down his body until you reached the waistband of his black pants.His breath faltered as he felt you there, so close to where he needed you most. Chuuya was so distracted by you that he forgot his own needs. Well, almost forgotβit was impossible to ignore the throbbing erection in his pants.
The tightening grip around your waist made you gasp; you wanted him desperately. Sliding your hand along the waistband, you slowly caressed the heavy bulge over his pants, lingering on the sensation of his covered length in your hand.
Now it was his turn to make beautiful sounds for you. Chuuya did this often; he spent so much time absorbed in you that he neglected his own needs.
He rested his forehead against yours and gazed at you with the most beautiful eyes youβd ever seen. It filled you with pleasure to know you didnβt have to do much to make him that way tooβnumb with desire.Β He looked so beautiful like that, and it was all because of you.
Reluctantly, though with good reason, you moved your hand from his erection to his belt. You didnβt know why, but there was something about the sound of metal clinking as you undid his belt that turned you on even more.
Your eyes never left his, not even when you unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. Chuuya kept his eyes fixed on you too, eager to let you do whatever you wanted with him.Β
A strangled moan escaped his lips as your hand slid inside his pants. He was hot, wet, painfully hard. How he managed to hold back was a mystery to you.
His hips pressed against your hand, and you smiled at his desperation before capturing his lips in a quick kiss. The slow movements of your hand made him moan against your mouth; every sound he made soaked your panties even more. You couldnβt take it anymore, and judging by the look on his face, neither could Chuuya.
βI need you,β you whimpered against his lips,pressing harder against his throbbing length. βand now, Chuu.β
βyeah?β he returned the same lust-filled whimper. βDoes my pretty little doll need me?β
Proud bastard. Chuuya was throbbing in your hand, and yet he still had the nerve to act as if you were the only one desperate. Youβd complain about his inability to admit that he was just as desperate as you were if it werenβt for the tone of voice he was using.Β
Fuuckkkk, he knew you loved it when he talked to you like that, as if you were some needy little thing that only he could satisfy. And you were.Β
βSo muchβ¦β you whispered, and he felt like he could die right then and there.Β
Pulling your hand away from his pants, you reached for the dress shirt he was wearing. Chuuya dragged you to the edge of the table by your waist, brimming with excitement and impatience, while you tore open the buttons on his shirt and vest. It was a fair trade compared to what heβd done to yours.
He let you pull off your ruined shirt and toss it on the floor before taking off his gloves with his teethβhe wanted to feel you completely now.Β
βIβll give you what you need, loveβ he murmured, capturing your lips with his.Β
You stroke the back of his neck with your fingernails, and Chuuya slid his hands up the inside of your thigh before moving them aside to slip between your legs. His bare fingers playing with the elastic of your panties make you shiver with anticipation. The leather of the glove feels wonderful against your skin, but it was nothing compared to his bare hands.
Chuuya runs his finger along the soaked material once more before pushing the fabric aside. He makes no attempt to hide the loud groan that escaped him at the sight of your wet folds. So swollen and messyβyou really were a little needy thing, werenβt you?Β
Eager to feel you, Chuuya wasted no time; while holding you with one hand, he pushed his pants and underwear down with the other. Just a few centimeters, just enough to free his hard dick.
He didnβt even give you time to gasp at the sight of him. Placing himself between your legs, Chuuya guided your heels around his back before sliding the tip along your wet folds. The brief contact made you both moan in unison.
His forehead rested against yours again, and Chuuya watched the mess you were making as if it were the most delightful thing heβd ever seen.
Pressing his lips to yours once more before taking you, Chuuya breathed into your mouth;
βEverything you need.β
Chuuyaβs gentle voice reached you. Lying against his chest you felt sleep tugging at you with every vivid pulse of his heartbeat in your ears. He was there, alive, and with you.Β
You gently caressed his waist, sliding your fingertip against his soft skin; it was a silent answer to his question.
His fingers slid from your hair to trace the contour of his jaw tenderly as you lifted your face toward him. The cut on his eyebrow made your chest acheβyou were the one who bandaged his wounds, not the one who caused them.
βDonβt worry about it,β he said as if heβd read your mind and knew exactly which thoughts were tormenting you at that moment. The arrogant smile on his face made you want to pinch his skin. βTo be honest, Iβm actually relieved.β
βRelieved?β you asked, raising an eyebrow.
βAll this time worrying about your safety, when really I shouldβve been worrying about the others.β A flicker of pride flashed in his brown eyes. The sound of his laughter made your chest warm with tenderness. βYouβre a fucking threat, doll. Made me bleed and everything.β
βI had to. You shot me, remember?β you teased back, no longer angry with him.
βIt was an accident!β The redness in his ears made you struggleβand failβto hold back the laughter bursting from your chest. Cuteβ¦ He was so cute. βAnd you tried to blow me up shortly after that, remember?β
βAhββ you choked, and it was your turn to blush. That had been a miscalculation you hadnβt planned on, and it had almost made you freak out with fear. βIt was an accident!β
βI have my doubts,β he teased.
As you stood up to get a better look, you found Chuuya with one arm behind his head and a loving smile on his faceβone you hadnβt expected. That calmed you down, even though you still regretted everything that had happened.
βI know, doll.β he cut in softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. His tone was gentle, stripped of jokes or teasing. βI never have, eitherβ¦βΒ
a/n: i cannot actually believe I wrote this LOL. i just realized that at some point I got really kinky, sorry guys. oh, and besides that Im still shy, so writing a whole smut its hard for me. pls let me know what you thought. and yes, mr and mrs smith inspired me
