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Everyone has rough days. And no one knows that better than Chuuya Nakahara. Being given orders back to back, having to be the man in charge while not overstepping. Having everything done with not even a 'thank you.' It gets old. The executive decided enough was enough.
He needed a drink.
He walked out the Port Mafia's HQ, heading a few blocks down to a bar. Though, he was too deep in his thoughts and took one too many turns. So, the typical bar he usually frequented was no where in his sights. The redhead paused with a heavy sigh, realizing he had no idea where he was.
There was a bar nearby, across the street. But he's never been there. Let alone heard of it. The lights were flickering and gleaming from the outside. Great. It was that kind of bar. He rolled his eyes. Alone time was alone time regardless of the environment. Chuuya decided to bite the bullet and walk in.
Expecting the loud, obnoxious, frivolous music, Chuuya braced himself with a heavy sigh. But when he walked in, the only thing bothering him were the lights. The music was nice. It actually made him nod his head in approval as he looked around. There wasn't the typical club attire present anywhere in that place either. Everyone looked so elegant.
Chuuya nodded his head slowly. This place is better already.
He sat at the counter, taking a closer look at everyone.
Dressed in all black, unique yet tasteful makeup looks, gaudy but refined layers of jewelry. Chuuya cut his teeth. How was he barely finding out about this place?
His eyes were wandering the crowd with hidden astonishment when he spotted you, dancing.
Your movements were slow and well-thought-out, yet still sensual in their execution. Every isolation of your body was perfect, your eyes closed as you felt the music. Mesmerized by you, Chuuya watched as you moved your body. How has he never witnessed anything so gorgeous in his entire life? You seemed so in your element; and Chuuya has never felt so out of place.
Especially so, when the bartender spoke to him.
"Are you going to order something, sir?" The bartender raised a brow, smirking the smallest bit. Chuuya looked away, albeit with some reluctance. He cleared his throat. "What? Sorry, uh. A glass of wine. Make it dry." Chuuya said, eyes roving over the bartender's look, matching the same style as pretty much everyone here, but with his own spin on it.
The bartender smiled. "You seem lost. Never seen you around here."
Chuuya sighed and nodded. "That would be true...never been to this place."
As the bartender passed him his drink he said, "What brings you here?" Chuuya scoffed. "Bad day. And I got lost. Whatever, who cares." He spoke dismissively, his blue-gray eyes flitting back over to you. The bartender smiled, holding back a laugh. "Something got your attention? Or...someone?"
Chuuya froze. "What? No. God, can I not watch?"
"Watching? More like drooling."
The redhead would not stand for this (obviously true) slander. "Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but cut the crap. I'm just...not used to this kind of atmosphere, alright?"
The bartender put his hands up in defense, going to the back where the kitchen was. Chuuya let out a breath. "God, I thought he'd never leave..."
He was on to him, sure, but Chuuya didn't know what it was. Something about this place; about you, really drew him in.
Mostly when he saw you walking over to the bar counter, your steps purposeful but all the more alluring. Heading towards where he was. Chuuya tried to act natural, sipping his drink nice and slow. The bartender came back and greeted you like you were the queen, watching subtly as you smiled back at the bartender.
The two of you talked for a while as the bartender made your drink, Chuuya assuming it was the usual for you.
The bartender was about to leave once again, but not before giving Chuuya a knowing a look. The redhead rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath and sipped his drink again.
But he couldn't help but notice you. Your presence was alarming in a way that was as intoxicating as the wine he was drinking. The way you sipped slowly, savoring your drink. The way the rings you wore glittered under the club lights.
Chuuya cleared his throat, trying to remind himself not to make his staring so apparent. People with a style like yours were probably used to it all the time, so it made sense why you weren't saying anything about it.
When you finally did look his way, you smiled, raising your glass in acknowledgement. Chuuya looked around, confused. Were you looking at him? Raising your glass at him?
He did the same, a small smile on his face.
Chuuya took one last sip of his drink, longer this time, to muster up some courage. He never really had to do that before because he was usually so confident. This time, however...he didn't know what the hell was wrong with him.
He cleared his throat again before speaking. "Nice necklace."
You turned to look at him upon hearing his voice. To anyone else, you would've been seen as hard-core or something of the like. But to Chuuya, he's never been so enchanted. You smiled at him.
"Thanks." You said, "I like your hat, was it expensive?"
Chuuya put his hand to his hat, smiling with a scoff. "Well, no, it was a gift, but...maybe it was, I'm not sure." For once in his whole life, Chuuya actually felt nervous. But of course, he didn't let it show. He had to really up his game this time.
You nodded at what he said, sipping your drink again. You had held out your hand and introduced yourself, asking his name. Chuuya smiled and shook your hand, telling you his.
The two of you engaged in some small talk. And as it went on, it felt less and less awkward. For Chuuya at least. He was really thrown for a loop and didn't want to scare you or bore you to death. You seemed like the type to talk about more interesting topics that aren't the state of the weather.
And he was all for it.
There was a small moment of silence between you two before you spoke.
"...you've never been to this bar, have you?"
Chuuya stilled, knowing the question was coming sooner or later. He sighed. "Honestly, I just got lost. Too deep in thought, didn't know where the hell I was going and...here I am."
You nodded as if you were assessing him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Chuuya put a hand up defensively. "I swear it." You laughed. "I believe you, but I'm just confused. This doesn't really look like your kind of place."
Chuuya raised a brow playfully. "Oh you think so? What's my kind of place, hm?" Now you looked nervous. You had made a predisposition before he did, so point for Chuuya.
You spoke carefully, a small smile on your face. "Well...you just seem like you'd be more into those fancy bars that play jazz or something."
Chuuya laughed, shaking his head. "Hey, don't judge a book by its cover. I actually kinda like...whatever song this is." You smiled, holding back your laugh as you sipped your drink. "So," you began, "what brought you into this bar besides your lack of direction?"
Chuuya rolled his eyes. "You think you're funny huh?" He sighed, thinking back to the reason why he even wanted to go to a bar in the first place. It made his fists tighten up. "I just had a shitty day. You can't always punch your way out of things. Especially...work, or whatever the hell."
You nodded, raising glass as a sign of agreement. "All true. Everyone expects you to take care of them but...ninety percent of the time there's no one to take care of you."
Chuuya stared at you like you grew a second head. That's exactly what he felt like. How is it so that he works so hard for everyone, yet nobody even has his back when he needs it? He stayed quiet, sipping his glass of wine slowly.
You, feeling you rubbed him the wrong way, spoke up. "I'm sorry." You spoke suddenly, out of nowhere. "Was that too grim? I feel like I always steer the conversation in that direction."
Chuuya smiled a little. "Nah. It wasn't you don't worry. You just...say what I'm thinkin'." You smiled, feeling a little sad for him. "That bad, huh?" Chuuya gave you an unamused face, shaking his head. Not unamused with you, but unamused in the sense that it was the same crap everyday.
And he couldn't get away from it.
"You wanna get some air?" You asked, tapping his forearm. Chuuya scoffed. "Are you serious? I would love nothing more than to smoke, and knock the fuck out so I can forget this day like it never happened."
"Wow, so it was really bad."
"Fuck yeah, it was."
Going from the music of the club to the silence of outside made Chuuya less tense. As hypnotizing as that club was, he knew that everyone in there probably felt his atypical presence.
He sighed softly, pulling out a single cigarette from the pack of twenty. As he felt around for his lighter, he realized he didn't even have it to begin with.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." He mumbled, the cigarette moving against his lips as he talked.
"What's wrong? Need a light?" You asked, pulling out your lighter. Of course, it was no plain solid colored lighter. It had to be beautiful and adorned with trinkets.
Just like you.
Chuuya scoffed as the lighter's flame flickered when you held it to his cigarette. "I mean yeah, but if you light my cigarette with that lighter, it would be more like a public service." You laughed, shaking your head. "Okay, how about this, you let me have one, and we'll be even."
Chuuya smiled. "Alright doll, you have a deal." He held his cigarette as you lit it up, and handed you one, watching as you lit your own cigarette.
As Chuuya looked at you, he started wondering why he's never seen such beauty like yours before. What was it about you? And why did he never get to see it?
"Are you okay?" You asked, the smoke floating around you and framing your gorgeous face. Chuuya couldn't be more distracted on multiple levels.
He coughed, trying to play it cool. "What? Nothing, you're just...your outfit. I like your outfit." You narrowed your eyes, smiling. "Mhm...right! I believe you."
Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't do that, don't make me actually say what I'm thinking." You took a small step closer, the zippers of your heavy boots tapping against the leather. "Is it wrong that I want to hear what you're thinking?" You asked the question in such a tone that made him dizzy. He was having trouble thinking. He tried to stand tall (well, as tall as he could) as he looked you in the eyes.
"I find your...unique style...intriguing." He muttered, raising a brow as he tried to stand his ground. You hummed in response. "Why?"
Chuuya narrowed his eyes with another sigh. "I don't know. I just...shut up." You laughed at his retreat, watching as he stared at his cigarette like it owed him something.
"Come on Chuuya. It's okay to be curious sometimes." You said through a laugh, poking his chest. And man, if that didn't make his heart beat a little faster. The redhead set his pride aside and looked you in the eyes hesitantly. "I like that...you're so different. Like, you're not afraid to be yourself. And..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.
"And...?" You urged, tilting your head. You liked what you were hearing so far, but you were more curious than anything else.
Chuuya took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling softly. "...and I like it. It's...sexy."
You smiled. It's quite often when you're called sexy, but it mostly comes from a passing obsession. Never before did you hear that it was because you dared to challenge the normal.
You took a step closer to him. "Why me and not someone else? There was plenty of people dressed like me in there." Chuuya smirked, taking a step closer to meet you halfway. "You do it best, doll."
You leaned in closer, surprising him again. "Do I really?" You voice was a soft whisper in his ear, sending chills down his spine. When it was his move, he trailed his gloved leather hand slowly up your waist as he looked at you. "Fuck yeah, you do."
You trailed your hands, clad in lace, down his shoulders and over his chest. "Prove it to me."
He couldn't bear it any longer. Chuuya was a man with patience, but around you, all bets were off. He tossed his cigarette to the ground, crushing it. He slid his hands around your waist, leaning in to kiss your lips. When you leaned into the kiss, Chuuya melted against you. He wanted to kiss you forever.
And believe that he would.
He didn't want to take you to his place. That would just endanger you, and he couldn't bare the thought of a gem as rare as you disappearing from his life when he's barely scratched the surface. He craved you in his thoughts as much as his lungs craved oxygen.
So when you offered to go to your place, he was more than eager. What kind of fool would he be to deny you?
As the two of you made your way through your apartment, he couldn't keep his hands or lips off you, kissing you down your neck and savoring every smile he got from it.
He pushed you up against the wall gently, his hands trailing down your torso as looked at you with eyes of admiration. Neither of you said a word; only smiles and eyes of need. You kissed him gently and he hoisted you up against the wall with a grunt. He could feel himself hardening more with every press of your body against his.
He groaned softly into your neck before kissing you down your chest. You sighed, your head tilting back as you let him have his way. Your legs slowly slipped from his waist before you tugged him by his shirt, smiling as you whisked him away to your room.
In a daze as he walked in, Chuuya couldn't be more mesmerized. Everywhere in the apartment, especially in your room, had the essence of your being in every corner.
You sat on the edge of your bed, the silky sheets sinking under your weight. Chuuya kneeled before you, looking up at you with blue eyes of astonishment as his hands slid up and down your legs. You smiled down at him, running a hand through his hair. His hat fell to the ground and you leaned down to kiss him slowly.
He pulled away, out of breath and grabbed the sides of your thighs. He slid his head under your skirt and he grabbed your stockings with his teeth, slowly pulling them off your legs.
You smiled, turning your back towards him as you crawled onto your bed, laying on your stomach. Chuuya chuckled softly, standing on his knees above you as he looked at your back.
It was laced up because of the corset, only making him want you more. There were so many parts to your outfit. He'd have to take his time; like you were a present.
He kissed the back of your shoulder and neck as he undid the back of your corset. When he finished, you turned to face him, all your necklaces laying at the valley of your breasts. Underneath your decor, Chuuya saw a tattoo of a bat on your sternum.
And it only made him want to discover even more of those surprises.
You layed down on your back and he leaned over you with a smile. "You know, your outfit looks better like this." You laughed, pulling him down to kiss him. You had very dark lipstick on that would definitely be visible in the morning, but he could honestly care less.
He felt you toying with the button of his suit vest. And wanting to feel your skin, he stood up on his knees, making a show of it as he slowly undressed himself. Chuuya smirked, slipping off the white shirt he had on under the vest and tossing it to the side.
You smiled as he leaned down, kissing your tattoo before his lips roved over your breasts, making you sigh softly. He circled his tongue over your nipple, making you gasp. You were so quiet. He was honestly surprised; he knows he's not some kind of god, but normally that would elicit a more vocal reaction. He had to work harder for you, in that case.
As he continued to kiss your breasts, his hand slid down your stomach, slipping under your skirt. He pulled himself off you and pulled your skirt down slowly. He had to enjoy this; enjoy you. He tossed your skirt somewhere in the room and unbuckled the two belts you had crossed over each other.
All you had left on were the prettiest black lace panties he's ever seen.
He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he looked at you. "Where have you been all my life, huh?" A lock of his red hair fell forward when he tilted his head, his eyes raking over everything he revealed. You looked so gorgeous like that, wearing nothing but your pretty necklaces, your lace gloves and your smeared black lipstick.
He traced the edge of your panties with his finger, making you laugh. Slowly, he pulled them down your legs, tossing them onto the ground. You laid back, smiling with anticipation. Chuuya laid on his stomach, eye level with your pussy. He kissed your inner thighs nice and slow, reveling in your sighs of pleasure. He kissed your cunt before licking at your entrance slowly, his tongue sliding into your hole.
You cursed breathily. As gorgeous as you sounded, Chuuya couldn't help but feel greedy. He wanted you to scream, cry his name, something. So he'd work for it. He'd stay up all night if he had to, just to hear you enjoy yourself.
His tongue flicked over your clit and you gasped, pulling at his hair gently. That simply wouldn't do. Not for him. He moved his tongue up and down your entrance, sliding in and out of your hole. He gripped your hips to keep you steady, feeling you writhing underneath him.
"Yes..." You said, speaking through a gasp as you arched your back. You tugged him by his hair, pulling him closer to you. Now he was getting somewhere. His tongue toyed with your clit and Chuuya watched as you moaned softly, your head falling back.
That's just what he wanted hear.
As his tongue continued to work on you, he pulled off one of his gloves, sliding two fingers inside you. You gasped, another curse falling from his lips. He moved his fingers in a scissor like motion, grinding himself against the bed as he heard you moan again. He curled his fingers inside, kissing your clit as you whined softly. You bucked you hips slowly against his fingers and you whispered his name, gasping softly.
Chuuya felt your cunt tightening around his fingers and he wanted nothing more than to feel it around his cock instead. His thumb moved in circles over your clit as you moaned breathily, watching as you came all over his fingers. He sighed shakily, his jaw clenched. How desperate he was for you. How badly he wanted to fuck you until you cried.
He unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the ground as he slid off his pants and his underwear, finally freeing his cock. He groaned softly as he stroked himself with your release, his eyes fluttering shut.
You stopped him, grabbing his hand and pulling it away. You smiled, pushing him gently on to his back. He smiled, his eyes closing as you licked the tip of his cock. He groaned, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of your not only your tongue, but the cold ball of your piercing that adorned it.
"Fuck..." He whispered, his head tilting back as he groaned. You took more of him into your mouth, enveloping him and hollowing your cheeks around his cock, slowly pulling off with a soft 'pop'. You wrapped your hand around the base, squeezing it gently and watching with amazement as he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he gripping at the blankets below him.
You had leaned down, licking the underside of his dick languidly, enjoying the way he cursed and gently thrusted into your mouth. You moaned around his cock at the sensation, causing him to sigh shakily. As you took more of him in your mouth, Chuuya would moan breathily, trying to stay quiet.
But, like him, you wanted to hear more. He was such a handsome man; you believed that even before he kissed you. You gazed at him. Even now as you kissed his cock; his red hair fanned out on your pillow, his blue eyes rolling back. It was a gorgeous sight.
You continued to lick and suck on his cock, moaning around his dick as he thrusted himself into your mouth, whispering your name as he released his load into your mouth.
Chuuya sat up slowly, watching as you licked the corner of your mouth as you swallowed his cum.
He sighed shakily at the sight. He couldn't bear it any longer. He needed to be buried inside you. To feel your skin; the way you'd claw at his back with your nails.
He grabbed the back of your head and kissed you passionately, his tongue sliding into your mouth. Chuuya pulled away and flipped you onto your back, kissing your neck slowly. He sunk his teeth in and sucked on your skin, leaving a bruise. He kissed your collarbones, and the tattoo on your sternum. He kissed your lips again, slowly pushing himself inside you.
He grunted and huffed softly, watching as you fluttered your eyes closed at the feeing of him.
Chuuya started moving, slowly at first. He wanted to savor you; you were a diamond in the rough. He wouldn't let you go, not even if he tried.
He cursed through quiet moans under his breath, telling you how beautiful you were. You would gasp and whine with every thrust, but that wasn't enough for Chuuya.
His hand had slid between your legs and started playing with your clit, watching as you moaned softly. His thrusts started to quicken, groaning at the feeling of your legs wrapping around his waist to get more of him. You gasped when he thrusted inside you, moaning his name.
That did it for him. Hearing you say his name was a new weakness for him; a new drug.
And he wanted to hear it again and again.
He slid his hand under one of your thighs, hoisting it over his shoulder as he continued to hit the spot that made you say his name the loudest.
Your thoughts became fuzzy and you felt dizzy from the pleasure. Every time Chuuya buried himself inside, you couldn't help but cry his name. Your stomach tightened at the feeling and you gasped a soft call of his name. "I know doll, I know..." Chuuya spoke through moans, feeling himself beginning to unravel. Feeling your cunt tightening around him, he knew he was close, and that you were too.
You came with a soft moan of his name, scratching at his back slowly as you fluttered your eyes open, a look of pure bliss on your beautiful face.
Chuuya had thrusted a couple more time before he came with one last moan of your name, laying on top of you. He huffed softly into the crook of your neck a few times before laying beside you.
You rolled onto your stomach looking at him as he smiled at you, feeling tired.
"You know," he said through pants, "I wouldn't mind if you trapped me here in your bat cave." You laughed, lightly smacking his chest. "It's not a bat cave, jackass." Chuuya rolled his eyes with a smile. "Well, whatever the hell it is, sign my lease."
You smiled that sweet smile Chuuya grew fond of in such a short time. You laid on his chest, closing your eyes as he rubbed your back.
Who knew that all Chuuya had to do was have a bad day to find such an angel.
Shit. Maybe I have should have bad days more often.
Bad day or not, Chuuya would find himself walking back to the same dark, enchanting alley where he found you dancing.
And maybe next time, someone will see him, dancing with you out there.
Of course, with the proper attire.