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me and that girl after we kissed with our tongues, then goes "wow friends" after. HAHAHAHHH

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no thoughts, head empty. just beast!chuuya stressing over his boss and then releases his stress on me, the younger sister of the said boss.

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Apologies if my tumblr looks blank and clean, I have a rather introverted, anxious ass.

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Hello. I hope y'all will like it. I've never been to a club nor fvcked but I hope I did it right.

It's my first time writing again after some years. (Also my first one shot, and it's a smut) omg.

CHANGE

pairings: nakahara chuuya x afab reader

summary: I welcome you to my brain rots. I hope you’ll enjoy. When the bratty doll, disobeys, she gets karma. Chuuya comes to her rescue.

tags: I don’t know how to tag, Not beta, I blow like Oda’s orphans, Afab reader, I’ve never had sex, Fem pet names (Doll), Fingering (momentarily), SH sorry, thigh riding, creampies. P to V fucking, Idk what else omg, EXHIBITIONISM!!!

notes: please don’t do this, practice safe sex (never had sex). 18+,  minor DNI!

wc: 1.7k

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Chuuya raised a brow as his eyes narrowed, scanning your frame. Glaring at the way you dress, your stature and all. Gazing and roaming his eyes on your physique, wearing a red collar tube dress that hugs your curves, greatly fitted on your body. Too much of your skin is exposed, it’s making him pissed.

It’s been some time since you got a day off from tons of missions demanded by the organization. So you decided to have a girls night out, clubbing with some other friends from the mafia. Chuuya is still busy with his paper works and reports that he won’t even bother join, not that he plans to crash the girls party.

“Huh? Why? Does it look bad?” You wondered, looking at your own self.

“No.” He exhaled sharply as his eyes darkened. “Come here, pretty doll.”

Confused and curious you comply to his request and walked closer to him. Standing in front of Chuuya when he suddenly bent you over the couch.

“W-what—” Your words hang on your lips as his gloved fingers traced the outline of your femininity through the thin fabric of your panties.

“It’s too short. A little movement and the skirt already hike up your thighs. Some bending over and your panties are already exposed.  Perverted assholes would surely oggle at you at the club.” He pointed in a stern tone, irritation hinted all over his voice. Yet he’s groping at your ass, caressing lightly before gripping on each side of your hips, as he slightly thrust his pelvis from behind making you feel his bulge. Letting go of you as you fell on the couch.

“Go get changed.” He ordered with full of authority, drawing a sour expression on your face. Chuuya likes it when you dress up, and he never had problems with your kind of clothing, but your dress tonight is just… sinful.

You look rather ravishing that he might just not let you out, have you all for himself. Alone.

You held your eyes on him, unfazed as you look at him with blank gaze. Annoyed at his demand.

“Thanks for your concern. I’ll just be mindful.” The tip of your heels clink as you walk out. Shock was evident on his face at your disobedience. His head still processing your bratty act that he wasn’t able to react immediately. The door already closed behind you as you walk towards the elevator, going down the building. Excitedly made your way for the club.

It was a Saturday night. The club full of party goers, ready to get wasted for the night. Having fun at the jam pack dance floor, people dancing to the rhythm of the loud music under the neon lights.

———

You were just having your fun when a shiver creep up your spine when you felt a breathy sultry whisper by your ears. Too close enough to hear from the loudness of the night. Too close enough to invade your personal space. Making you all uncomfortable.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” The stranger purred in your ear. His hand caressing at the roundness of your butt cheeks, lightly brushing his fingers by your inner thighs from behind. Groping at the plumpness.

Turning your back to face the man; his lips curved into a smug smirk, licking his lower lips, trying to look tempting— he was the same one who had been eyeing you ever since you set foot at the club earlier. Tall and handsome with his boyish charms, but simply not your taste. Not that he is even more interesting than Chuuya. (No one is more interesting than Chuuya could ever be, at least to you).

Your brows raised in irritation at his perverted advances. About to sass at him when someone from your behind harshly slapped the stranger’s hand away from being all touchy with you.

“Fuck off.” Chuuya warns. His gaze darkened, glaring icy daggers at the other guy. Clearly fuming and pissed off. Making it clear in his dangerous aura that he doesn’t accept any retorts or come back.

He hissed at him, clicking his tongue as the latter moved away and let go. Walking out of your sight, Chuuya’s expression lightly softens as he looked at you, caressing your cheeks gently.

“You okay, doll?” Concern was written all over his eyes, but you could only nod your head, still dumbfounded over the fact that he really still went after you at the club.

Your lips are agape but no words fell from your mouth.

‘Just what is he doing here anyway?’

“Good.” He exhaled, irritated and annoyance was still curved on his face as he held your hand, leading you out of the dance floor. Walking towards the table you and the girls occupied for the night.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you tried to sit beside him, but he just grabbed at your waist, effortlessly placing you on his lap. Looking at him with questioning gaze, words hang from your lips. Without another word, he pushed your panties aside, sliding two fingers in your warmth. Harshly spreading apart inside.

It didn’t take another blink when his digits was replaced with his half-hard cock dipping in your pussy. You couldn’t help but hiss at the sting of not being prepared with any foreplay. Not yet slick enough with arousal to lubricate the sliding of his shaft.

Even still, he continues to penetrate deeper. Stretching your hole accustomed to his size. His hands are at each side of your hips, guiding the rocking and rolling of your body back and forth, up and down on his dick.

You couldn’t help but grip on the edge of the table for dear life as he didn’t paused his thrusting up to your hole. Even more so as you felt yourself slowly getting moist enough to drench his shaft with your wetness.

—Coldness rushes under your skin as he pressed his gloved palm on your inner thighs, lightly brushing his fingers over your clit, the same time Higuchi and Gin are coming back on your table. Your eyes widened as you gulped, letting go of your grip on the table out of reflexes.

“Ah?” They both paused as they saw the mafia executive.

“You’re here too, Chuuya-san?” Higuchi hiccups while Gin blinks her eyes trying to stay conscious. Both heavily drunk from drinking shots after shots from very moment you girls entered.

“That’s why we didn’t noticed where you went earlier. You suddenly went missing right there.” Higuchi lightly nodded to herself as she slumped on the other side of the couch, Gin sitting beside her, her head placed on the table, silent, drunken and sleepy.

“Yeah…” You awkwardly chuckles, feeling a little nervous yet thrilled and aroused over the current predicament. She continues bugging Gin, drinking even though they’re already clearly intoxicated. They didn’t even noticed how nor questioned why you’re sitting on a man’s lap, even more, your superior.

Or maybe simply, they just don’t bother. After all, it’s Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara, Port Mafia Executive. Crashing your girls night out. Oblivious to how you straddle the mafioso's lap, riding on his thighs, with his thick hard cock buried deep in your pussy.

They’re back at the table, drinking and chugging glass after glass, bottles after bottles. Yet you and Chuuya are still busy in your own business.

Feeling him slightly increasing the pace of his thrusting up in your walls. Your folds fluttering at his base as he sinks deeper inside, burying himself in your core as your muscles clenched around his length. His thickness continuing to stretch you open at every slide.

Gathering all of your strength to not moan loudly as your breathing hitched. Whimpering lowly. Your chest heaving heavily as your gaze are shaky, sneaking glances at your friends, wary that they might caught you both in a shameless act.

Your nails digging in his skin as you held on his wrist. His gloved fingers teasing at your clit, rubbing circles as he pounded into you. You’re putting all your weight on him so not to give way on the deeds happening on your side. Keeping a lowkey vibe as Chuuya fucks you in front of your friends in a full packed night club.

You gritted your teeth as you clenched your jaws, lowering your head as your brows furrowed in pleasure. Biting on your lower lip as you hissed over feeling his teeth scraping on your nape.

“Shit… Fuck…Shh!—” Chuuya hushed and rocks as you roll your hips back to meet his pounding. His cock sloppily sliding back and forth your sopping cunt, drooling all over his balls and the crack of your bums. The zipper of his pants grazing at the skin of your back thighs.

His teeth lightly sink in the exposed skin of shoulder blade as he silently grunted near your ears. Feeling his cum painting your womb as he came inside your walls. Filling you full with his load. Breathless as he pressed kisses all over the length of your neck, nibbling on your skin, marking you with his love bites. His tongue swirling at the sucking.

“Chuuya…” You purred, trying to calm from the high.

“Hmm?” He hums as he continues to prep kisses. He’s unusually clinging to you in public. Displaying much affection than he usually does. His light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, turning into giving you hickeys. His warm embrace, turning into squeezing your frame with his hug. His hand that usually stays by the side of your hips or back, now kneading at the plump of your inner thighs, exposed to the cold breeze of the freezing air conditioner at the club. Making you more shaky and trembling than the washing of release over your femininity.

His hands and arms all over you. Covering your whole frame with his body, keeping you in a possessive protective manner.

“What are you doing here?” You wonders even though you already got the hint of his intentions for coming after you. His lips are by your ears, nibbling lightly on your earlobes.

“Why? You don’t want me here?” You snapped your head to look over him, your brows raised as amusement glinted your eyes over Chuuya’s pouty lips and whiny tone.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle that vibrated through your still connected flesh. Mixed love juices drenching his pants, but he could care less. He wouldn’t even dare let go to move slightly away and tuck his dick back inside. Feeling the throbbing member against your pulsating walls.

“Shut up.” His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, feeling hot and embarrassed at your chuckling over his reply.

“Let’s go home.”

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CHANGE

pairings: nakahara chuuya x afab reader

summary: I welcome you to my brain rots. I hope you’ll enjoy. When the bratty doll, disobeys, she gets karma. Chuuya comes to her rescue.

tags: I don’t know how to tag, Not beta, I blow like Oda’s orphans, Afab reader, I’ve never had sex, Fem pet names (Doll), Fingering (momentarily), SH sorry, thigh riding, creampies. P to V fucking, Idk what else omg, EXHIBITIONISM!!!

notes: please don’t do this, practice safe sex (never had sex). 18+,  minor DNI!

wc: 1.7k

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Chuuya raised a brow as his eyes narrowed, scanning your frame. Glaring at the way you dress, your stature and all. Gazing and roaming his eyes on your physique, wearing a red collar tube dress that hugs your curves, greatly fitted on your body. Too much of your skin is exposed, it’s making him pissed.

It’s been some time since you got a day off from tons of missions demanded by the organization. So you decided to have a girls night out, clubbing with some other friends from the mafia. Chuuya is still busy with his paper works and reports that he won’t even bother join, not that he plans to crash the girls party.

“Huh? Why? Does it look bad?” You wondered, looking at your own self.

“No.” He exhaled sharply as his eyes darkened. “Come here, pretty doll.”

Confused and curious you comply to his request and walked closer to him. Standing in front of Chuuya when he suddenly bent you over the couch.

“W-what—” Your words hang on your lips as his gloved fingers traced the outline of your femininity through the thin fabric of your panties.

“It’s too short. A little movement and the skirt already hike up your thighs. Some bending over and your panties are already exposed.  Perverted assholes would surely oggle at you at the club.” He pointed in a stern tone, irritation hinted all over his voice. Yet he’s groping at your ass, caressing lightly before gripping on each side of your hips, as he slightly thrust his pelvis from behind making you feel his bulge. Letting go of you as you fell on the couch.

“Go get changed.” He ordered with full of authority, drawing a sour expression on your face. Chuuya likes it when you dress up, and he never had problems with your kind of clothing, but your dress tonight is just… sinful.

You look rather ravishing that he might just not let you out, have you all for himself. Alone.

You held your eyes on him, unfazed as you look at him with blank gaze. Annoyed at his demand.

“Thanks for your concern. I’ll just be mindful.” The tip of your heels clink as you walk out. Shock was evident on his face at your disobedience. His head still processing your bratty act that he wasn’t able to react immediately. The door already closed behind you as you walk towards the elevator, going down the building. Excitedly made your way for the club.

It was a Saturday night. The club full of party goers, ready to get wasted for the night. Having fun at the jam pack dance floor, people dancing to the rhythm of the loud music under the neon lights.

———

You were just having your fun when a shiver creep up your spine when you felt a breathy sultry whisper by your ears. Too close enough to hear from the loudness of the night. Too close enough to invade your personal space. Making you all uncomfortable.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” The stranger purred in your ear. His hand caressing at the roundness of your butt cheeks, lightly brushing his fingers by your inner thighs from behind. Groping at the plumpness.

Turning your back to face the man; his lips curved into a smug smirk, licking his lower lips, trying to look tempting— he was the same one who had been eyeing you ever since you set foot at the club earlier. Tall and handsome with his boyish charms, but simply not your taste. Not that he is even more interesting than Chuuya. (No one is more interesting than Chuuya could ever be, at least to you).

Your brows raised in irritation at his perverted advances. About to sass at him when someone from your behind harshly slapped the stranger’s hand away from being all touchy with you.

“Fuck off.” Chuuya warns. His gaze darkened, glaring icy daggers at the other guy. Clearly fuming and pissed off. Making it clear in his dangerous aura that he doesn’t accept any retorts or come back.

He hissed at him, clicking his tongue as the latter moved away and let go. Walking out of your sight, Chuuya’s expression lightly softens as he looked at you, caressing your cheeks gently.

“You okay, doll?” Concern was written all over his eyes, but you could only nod your head, still dumbfounded over the fact that he really still went after you at the club.

Your lips are agape but no words fell from your mouth.

‘Just what is he doing here anyway?’

“Good.” He exhaled, irritated and annoyance was still curved on his face as he held your hand, leading you out of the dance floor. Walking towards the table you and the girls occupied for the night.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you tried to sit beside him, but he just grabbed at your waist, effortlessly placing you on his lap. Looking at him with questioning gaze, words hang from your lips. Without another word, he pushed your panties aside, sliding two fingers in your warmth. Harshly spreading apart inside.

It didn’t take another blink when his digits was replaced with his half-hard cock dipping in your pussy. You couldn’t help but hiss at the sting of not being prepared with any foreplay. Not yet slick enough with arousal to lubricate the sliding of his shaft.

Even still, he continues to penetrate deeper. Stretching your hole accustomed to his size. His hands are at each side of your hips, guiding the rocking and rolling of your body back and forth, up and down on his dick.

You couldn’t help but grip on the edge of the table for dear life as he didn’t paused his thrusting up to your hole. Even more so as you felt yourself slowly getting moist enough to drench his shaft with your wetness.

—Coldness rushes under your skin as he pressed his gloved palm on your inner thighs, lightly brushing his fingers over your clit, the same time Higuchi and Gin are coming back on your table. Your eyes widened as you gulped, letting go of your grip on the table out of reflexes.

“Ah?” They both paused as they saw the mafia executive.

“You’re here too, Chuuya-san?” Higuchi hiccups while Gin blinks her eyes trying to stay conscious. Both heavily drunk from drinking shots after shots from very moment you girls entered.

“That’s why we didn’t noticed where you went earlier. You suddenly went missing right there.” Higuchi lightly nodded to herself as she slumped on the other side of the couch, Gin sitting beside her, her head placed on the table, silent, drunken and sleepy.

“Yeah…” You awkwardly chuckles, feeling a little nervous yet thrilled and aroused over the current predicament. She continues bugging Gin, drinking even though they’re already clearly intoxicated. They didn’t even noticed how nor questioned why you’re sitting on a man’s lap, even more, your superior.

Or maybe simply, they just don’t bother. After all, it’s Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara, Port Mafia Executive. Crashing your girls night out. Oblivious to how you straddle the mafioso's lap, riding on his thighs, with his thick hard cock buried deep in your pussy.

They’re back at the table, drinking and chugging glass after glass, bottles after bottles. Yet you and Chuuya are still busy in your own business.

Feeling him slightly increasing the pace of his thrusting up in your walls. Your folds fluttering at his base as he sinks deeper inside, burying himself in your core as your muscles clenched around his length. His thickness continuing to stretch you open at every slide.

Gathering all of your strength to not moan loudly as your breathing hitched. Whimpering lowly. Your chest heaving heavily as your gaze are shaky, sneaking glances at your friends, wary that they might caught you both in a shameless act.

Your nails digging in his skin as you held on his wrist. His gloved fingers teasing at your clit, rubbing circles as he pounded into you. You’re putting all your weight on him so not to give way on the deeds happening on your side. Keeping a lowkey vibe as Chuuya fucks you in front of your friends in a full packed night club.

You gritted your teeth as you clenched your jaws, lowering your head as your brows furrowed in pleasure. Biting on your lower lip as you hissed over feeling his teeth scraping on your nape.

“Shit… Fuck…Shh!—” Chuuya hushed and rocks as you roll your hips back to meet his pounding. His cock sloppily sliding back and forth your sopping cunt, drooling all over his balls and the crack of your bums. The zipper of his pants grazing at the skin of your back thighs.

His teeth lightly sink in the exposed skin of shoulder blade as he silently grunted near your ears. Feeling his cum painting your womb as he came inside your walls. Filling you full with his load. Breathless as he pressed kisses all over the length of your neck, nibbling on your skin, marking you with his love bites. His tongue swirling at the sucking.

“Chuuya…” You purred, trying to calm from the high.

“Hmm?” He hums as he continues to prep kisses. He’s unusually clinging to you in public. Displaying much affection than he usually does. His light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, turning into giving you hickeys. His warm embrace, turning into squeezing your frame with his hug. His hand that usually stays by the side of your hips or back, now kneading at the plump of your inner thighs, exposed to the cold breeze of the freezing air conditioner at the club. Making you more shaky and trembling than the washing of release over your femininity.

His hands and arms all over you. Covering your whole frame with his body, keeping you in a possessive protective manner.

“What are you doing here?” You wonders even though you already got the hint of his intentions for coming after you. His lips are by your ears, nibbling lightly on your earlobes.

“Why? You don’t want me here?” You snapped your head to look over him, your brows raised as amusement glinted your eyes over Chuuya’s pouty lips and whiny tone.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle that vibrated through your still connected flesh. Mixed love juices drenching his pants, but he could care less. He wouldn’t even dare let go to move slightly away and tuck his dick back inside. Feeling the throbbing member against your pulsating walls.

“Shut up.” His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, feeling hot and embarrassed at your chuckling over his reply.

“Let’s go home.”