➜ even a "bad man" with a tainted heart could learn to love— though you prefer to show your appreciation in other ways after he spoils you rotten ♡( >•̀ )
➜ requested by this anon .𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐
He buys it all; anything you could ever want, its in your hands the second it leaves your mouth
Sometimes all it takes is a glance, or a show of interest in something.
In Chuuyas eyes, his joy came from seeing your smile. You were the light of his life after all— as love crazed as you were for him also.
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Your pristine crimson nails, neatly shaped and polished, roamed enticingly all across his neck. Tugging especially at the leather collar around his throat with the tip of your acrylic nail.
While you straddled his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist— pulling you in closer, his hand steadying you while he melted into your touch. Maintaining a firm grip, all while making sure not a single ounce of space was between you two.
The glamorous ring, that of course, he had made to be sent out and imported— made finely with a unique jewel of your favorite colour, sent shivers down his spine with each angled pass that grazed directly against his skin.
His closed eyes widened immediately, almost pulling back at the sudden impacting sensation. Yet you shoved him down back onto the board, practically handling and throwing him— as you have been all throughout the entire evening with him (me next!)
A soft smile slowly spreads, daring to lift the corners of your lips as you continued to kiss him.
Continuing on pressing your weight down onto his lap, making sure he couldn’t move out of place.
Soft spoken whining, and small grunts escaping his lips— one of his free hands traveling up to your hair, tugging at it slightly.
You couldn’t help but let a small giggle, pleased with your pride, and by how easy it was to get him like this.
Rose scented perfume filled the air. Swirling around in circles, in a similar fashion that your hands guided down towards his lower abdomen. Feeling every edge and ridge of his toned body against your fingertips.
He jutted his hips up in response, uncontrollable of his own reaction to your soft delicated hands sliding under his loose button up.
“F-fuck!” Was all he could breath out. He couldn’t handle it, attempting to restrain himself from tearing up in front of you.
As you leaned further in, indulging in the scent of his strong cologne that radiated off of his warm body. You pushed yourself up against him once again, anticipating to feel more of what strained underneath his, now tight, dress pants.
Small pieces of auburn hair sticking to the corners of his face.
Yet soon enough, tears slowly began to roll down his cheeks. Falling from the edge of the jawline, and mixing in with the drops of sweat on the collar of his shirt.
With a small wisp of your lash, you open your eye, glancing down at him with gentle eyes only to be faced with a marked up Chuuya. “Shit-, dont- stop!” He whimpered, looking up at you with a weary look on his face.
Flushed, with a soft pink hue spread across the temples of his face.
Covered entirely by kiss marks of the new rouge a levres he had recently bought for you.
Your initials had been engraved onto the side of the reflective, shining gold tube of lipstick.
And now laid somewhere in between these same white cotton sheets.
It was made just for you— and only to be enjoyed, just by him.
Warnings: not proofread, french kisses, cursing, slightly suggestive, !M*ri mentioned!
A/n: ugh I love him (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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"Next time, you won't be so lucky!"
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It was a stressful day for you. As one of the tech people in the Port Mafia, you were in charge of majority of paperwork and gathering information. As well as saving others' asses because they never checked for cameras when doing missions (it was your job to disable them). So in other words; a not so fun job. Though, you did enjoy hacking. Unfortunately for you, the fun of hacking came with the price of double the paperwork.
Today had been an extra boring day. Sitting in front of a computer all day, making sure the others didn't get themselves killed (you watched them through security cameras), as well as absentmindedly filling out a stack of papers that probably required more attention than a casual skim (not that you cared). Besides, if M*ri disagreed with your choices, he could just, well, do it himself.
Naturally, after the long day, you stopped by the bar. You weren't someone who enjoyed alcohol much, but you wanted to at least get tipsy so you could stop thinking about the work you had yet to finish, due by the end of next week. Tomorrow was also a free day, and you wanted to celebrate first before deciding any plans. Nothing too strong—you didn't wanna wake up on your free day hungover.
You opened the door to the bar, the peaceful music flowing into your ears. Seeing as you could hear the music, it was a quieter day. You much preferred days like this, in comparison to the days where this place was packed, filled with couples that did things no one wanted to see.
As you made your way to the counter, eyeing the menu to see if they had any seltzers, you spotted a familiar redhead sitting at the far end of the counter, swirling the contents of his half-empty wine glass with his hand before sipping it.
A grin made your face, your day just got a whole lot better.
You hadn't seen Chuuya, your boyfriend, in far too long. He was mostly on missions while you worked in the computer room. You two used to work together on the same missions—he went out and you guided him through buildings by hacking their software and disabling any cameras or motion detectors that might spot him. Sometimes you even got to go with him. Recently, though, you were put into different segments of the Port Mafia—which meant no more missions together.
Seeing him here wasn't a rare occurrence—he did love his wine—but you being free enough to approach him didn't happen often these days.
Of course, you weren't gonna let this opportunity go to waste, any less than you were gonna let this go by peacefully. You were gonna get yourself almost killed, like always, because you found his anger funny.
You walked over, your boyfriend not yet noticing you as he zoned out. And, before he got the chance to recognize you—you snatched his hat off of his head. He whipped around so fast—it was almost a blur. His hand was reeled back, ready to punch you in the face as he scowled.
But it stopped.
Mere inches from your face.
You grinned down at Chuuya's face as his scowl turned to surprise—then immediately softening into something else as he lowered his hand.
"You shouldn't do that. I almost broke your nose," he muttered, but you could tell by his eyes that he wasn't angry. You placed his hat on your head, and his lips twitched into a smirk.
"You look ridiculous," he teased, tugging you closer by your wrist until you stood between his legs.
"I look better than you, that's for sure," you teased right back. He playfully scowled, but even he couldn't keep the grin off his lips as you held you by the waist.
You adored this version of Chuuya. Your version of him. Everyone knew him as a loud and rude man—but that was only because people mostly saw him when he was pissed off (no help from his former partner Dazai, who never failed to rile him up). Usually, though, Chuuya was like any other person... and really gentle with you.
"It does look nice on you, though," he mused, his eyes on the hat. You chuckled, "Didn't you just call it ridiculous?" You deadpanned. Chuuya rolled his eyes, "Stop holding me to my words. You know you make anything look good on you. Even nothing," he teased absentmindedly. You blinked at him. He blinked back.
Then, he turned as red as his hair.
"I-I didn't mean that—"
"Oh, so I don't look good in nothing?" You teased—you'd never let him live this down.
"No! Of... of course you—just... ugh," he groaned. You laughed.
Maybe it was because you missed his touch more than his flustered rambling—or maybe you just slipped into a sentimental mood, but instead of teasing him, you ran a hand through his hair. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't complain.
You pulled him into a gentle embrace. He froze for a minute, before his arms tightened around your waist.
"I missed you," you murmured without thinking, voice soft as you subconsciously massaged his shoulders, making him melt into your touch. Chuuya smirked, about to say something snarky—but with your soft tone and the gentle motions on his shoulder... that very smirk faltered as he thought better of whatever he was gonna say, in favor of enjoying the moment.
He rested his face against your stomach, inhaling your scent as you moved your hands from his shoulders to the back of his head.
"I missed you, too, darling," his voice was muffled by the fabric of your clothing. Your fingers ran through his hair again, making him shudder slightly as he held you close.
"Mm, keep doing that..." he muttered. You usually teased him about it when he got like this, but for once, you kept quiet.
Your fingers circled his scalp over and over in a gentle massage. After about a minute, you stopped, reaching up to your own head and removing his hat to place it back on his head.
Chuuya caught your wrist before you put it back on him, "No, keep it. I like it when you wear my things, anyway," he said, taking the hat from your hands. You bent your head down a bit for him to place it on your head again.
"There, now you look perfect," he said, satisfied.
"And ridiculous?" You teased. He rolled his eyes fondly,
"And beautiful, my love. Now shut up and come here," his hands grabbed your waist again as he pulled you onto his lap. You laughed, but didn't resist. He held you against his chest as he nuzzled his head into your neck, inhaling your scent once more.
"Goddamn..." he sighed into your neck, "I was going crazy all these days without seeing you. That damn M*ri didn't assign a single fucking mission, not a single one, with us as partners," he muttered, holding you tighter as if to spite M*ri himself. You only sighed at the mention of your boss.
"It's like ever since we started dating, Boss thinks we won't work well together in missions and we'll slack off. What a bunch of bullshit," he grumbled, cursing M*ri out under his breath as you laughed tiredly.
"Personally, I think we'd work even better together, now that we're dating," you mused. Whenever you two worked together, at least before, you both were great at getting the job done. Working with Chuuya meant sometimes being able to leave your computer room, hold your laptop, and run with him as he did his missions. You got to sneak into and infiltrate buildings to reach their computer room and insert virus chips that gave you all their information—doing it all personally, as Chuuya killed anyone in your path. It was fun. If only that stupid pedo didn't find out you two were together. Then, maybe, you two would spend all day working together again.
"Damn straight. We'd kick their asses," Chuuya bragged, grinning.
"You would kick their asses," you corrected. He rolled his eyes, "You'd kick their digital asses, then."
You smiled at that.
As you two spoke of whatever (mostly stupid shit that happened on missions), he stroked the side of your thigh subconsciously, listening to everything you said while also adding his own input. He occasionally sipped his wine. After the third sip, though, you stopped talking and raised a playful eyebrow.
"Chuuya, honey... don't you think you should stop drinking for tonight?" You asked, chuckling. He furrowed his brows, confused, "Why?" He asked, "Tomorrow's a free day, anyway," he said, about to down the rest of his wine. Only, you snatched it away before he got the chance. He scowled, eyes screaming betrayal.
"Because we both know just how much of a lightweight you are," you teased, watching his scowl widen even more.
"I am not a—! Mmph..."
His words were cut short as he felt your lips against his, melting into the kiss. His cheeks were dusted a pink, less because of alcohol and more because of you. Chuuya's wide eyes closed as his hands gripped your waist. He pulled away for a moment, but you chased him down—not that he resisted much.
Kiss after kiss, his hands found your lower back as he stabled you on his lap, pulling you closer. You pulled away, smirking as he panted softly. His eyes were dazed, staring at you with a look that was almost clouded over.
"What was..." he starts to ask, breathless. You smiled innocently, "What? You wouldn't shut up, so I put your mouth to better use," you said cheerfully. He hid his face in your neck.
"Tch.. you're the one who needs to shut up, idiot," he grumbled against your nape. You could feel the heat of the blood rising to his cheeks against your neck, and it only made you giggle more.
"You are so easy, come on, I just kissed you a little," you teased.
Suddenly, you felt his arms tighten on your waist, and you knew it was too late to take back your words now.
"Easy? I'll show you easy."
You barely had time to react as he kissed you again. His lips were soft against yours, but the kiss wasn't gentle—rather, it was a harsh smack. You couldn't help but gasp at the suddenness of it all, eyes wide, as he used the advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth. You groaned into the kiss, hands tangling into his hair, wide eyes closing. He tasted like wine and something truly his own. A taste you could never get used to yet never get enough of.
Your tongues danced together in each other's mouths, the rest of the people drowned out by the intensity of the kiss. The music of the bar was practically nonexistent to the rhythm of your heartbeats pressed together.
He pulled away, both of you breathless, string of saliva connecting your mouths.
"You're so... easy..." he tried to tease back, though it was hardly affective, seeing as he was just as breathless. He settled for resting his forehead against yours as you two panted together.
"I think I'll continue being easy if that's how you prove it to me," you murmured. He couldn't help the small smile on his lips as he pulled you in again for a briefer kiss. The taste of you was far more intoxicating than any wine would ever be.
Chuuya's hair was a mess, falling over his blue eyes in a way that made your heart stutter. To him, though, seeing you here, on his lap, wearing his hat (though it was on the verge of falling off), and smiling down at him? It was everything he could ever ask for. The tension that clung to your shoulders when you first walked in had eased long ago, and you could tell by his relaxed expression that he was the farthest thing from stressed, too.
Chuuya found it unfair that no matter what was occupying his mind, whether it was important or stressful; you could just come along and make him forget. Maybe M*ri was right to not put you two on missions together, because Chuuya for one would much rather gaze at you.
You just... did that that for him.
You took his stress stress away. You took his breath away. You took everything away, gave it back, and kept his heart... and his hat, too, seeing how it was still perched on your head.
When you first entered the Port Mafia, falling in love with an executive wasn't at the top of your list. But now? Staying in love with him wasn't an option anymore—it was your life.
Loving each other was no longer an option. It was a requirement.
Because even in the mafia, you can have your happy endings.
[All original work, please don't steal!]
A/n: it's one in the morning as I finish this fanfiction after watching the Cortis live, so don't mind any bad writing or typos! But here, enjoy some art my friend drew for this fanfiction (:
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YOOOO hey i had this banger fic idea if youre willing to hmo... flag reader x chuuya. where when they were in the mafia together they developed a close bond. but then when verlaine comes to kill her she dies infront of him
Anon....are you okay.....do you need wellness therapy.... do I need to join you cuz why am I already getting excited 😭
Like the original flags' deaths weren't sad enough 💔💔
I swear this fandom knows no day of peace. Not one day of happiness, nope.
...That is to say, yes, I would be quite interested in this idea 👀👀 if you or anyone else has any specific ideas please do message me.
Otherwise I'll have to... get creative. I believe the goal should be to inflict as much pain as possible 😈
writing chuuya x reader is hard because he is so small that he could be looking up at reader, or the reader could be so small that they are looking up at chuuya
Chuuya has big dick energy. You don't act the way he does at 5'3 without packing something massive. And oh he definitely knows how to use it to shut you up instantly :)
Though you can't see any flames, your entire body is on fire; you're sure of it.
You're in Chuuya's apartment. The two of you had just come back into the living room after being on the balcony — which offered a beautiful view of the city in one direction and the bay in the other — when he sat down on the couch, legs spread comfortably as he gazed up at you. His eyes were a little glassy from the wine he'd had, but he'd patted his right thigh confidently. "C'mere, Pretty. Please?"
You didn't think twice about it, heeding to his call without any reservation. His fingers firmly held your waist as you straddled his lap, lips locking almost immediately. It didn't take long for you to find a rhythm that leaves you both feeling frantic, desperate to be closer.
It's heaven, you think. It has to be. This isn't the first time you've kissed, not the only time he's had his hands on you. Chuuya doesn't shy away from physical affection — quick pecks as a greeting or a goodbye, his palm flat against the small of your back as you're shown to your dinner table on a night out, your fingers intertwined as you navigate a crowded shopping center.
But this? This is different. He's hungry. He can't get enough of you, and you're happy to oblige. Eager, even.
You're still seated on his lap, the fingers of your right hand gripping the front of his button-up while your left hand cradles the nape of his neck. When you realize you still haven't responded to his question in any way, too caught up in the moment, you quickly nod and give him a soft "mhm."
He laughs under his breath. He's never seen you look so beautifully out of it before. Your lips are swollen from your kisses, your brows furrowed, breathing shallow.
Knowing he did that to you really, really does it for him.
He presses a kiss to your lips, then your jaw, and another just below your ear. He works his way to your neck, the combination of sweet pecks and tender bites deadly. As he gently sucks the fragile skin, you're certain you'll have visible marks tomorrow, but god, you don't want it to end.
"Chuuya," you whimper. As if they have a mind of their own, your hips rock forward against his.
It's not surprising, given the situation you're in, but his own breath hitches as he feels you grind against him, a small hiss escaping him. From your kisses to your smell to your hands on him, he's rock hard from being overwhelmed by you, and now you both know it.
His hands trail a little further down your sides, pulling you closer. "You like that, Pretty?" he whispers. "Like feeling what you do to me?"
You nod without even thinking about it, head practically spinning. You'd probably agree to anything he said at this point. All you can think about is him.
Chuuya uses his hold on you to keep you steady as he pulls the skirt of your dress up, allowing it to bunch around your waist. He steals a glance and struggles to keep his composure; the thin cotton panties you wear are soaked through, leaving little to the imagination. You're drenched, and it's all for him.
