A/N: Before i start this chapter i will be uploading my chapters every two days so my next chapter upload will be the 16th. Currently writing this chapter even though no one cares i am listening to "Reason Living" which is BSD opening for season 2 and it's great motivation not gonna lie.
There it was.. another bullshit lie. "Sureeeee." was all you said rolling your E/C eyes and focused your eyes back to the window watching the scenery of the Port Mafia's territory of Yokohama pass by.
He rolled his eyes at your sarcastic response, silently cursing himself for reacting so much to your teasing. He needed to gain the upper hand in this situation, damn it. He couldn't let you get the better of him. "Tch, you can quit the damn teasing, doll. It's not gonna get a reaction out of me. I'm not so damn easy to rattle."
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Chuuya kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but he could feel his heart racing in his chest. Damn it, why was he so affected by your teasing? It was just lighthearted banter, wasn't it? He tried to convince himself that it was just a game, but his body was betraying him with every beat of his heart. He was determined to hold his ground and not give you the satisfaction of seeing him get flustered again. He was Chuuya Nakahara, goddamnit, he was stronger than this...
He could feel his palms starting to sweat as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. Your teasing was getting under his skin more than he wanted to admit. It was like you could see right through him, like you knew exactly how to get a reaction out of him. It was maddening. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart rate and calm his racing thoughts. He had to play it cool, to act like your teasing wasn't affecting him at all.
But as much as he tried to act nonchalant, he couldn't help but steal glances at you through the mirror again. Your smirk, your confidence, your teasing demeanor... it was all driving him crazy. He wanted to push you against the seat, to shut you up with a kiss. Dammit, what was wrong with him? He was never this damn flustered around anyone before.
He cursed himself silently for having such thoughts about you. Damn it, he was supposed to be your fellow executive and colleague, not your romantic interest. He had to rein in these irrational feelings and focus on the task at hand: getting you back to the headquarters in one piece. But no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, he couldn't shake the image of your smirk and your confident teasing. It was like you had some kind of spell over him and he was powerless to resist.
He let out a frustrated huff, trying to distract himself from the thoughts swirling in his head. But every time he looked at you through the mirror, his heart fluttered and his palms grew sweaty. Goddamn it, why was he so affected by your presence? He had to get a grip on himself before he did something stupid. His mind kept replaying the scene of you smirking at him, and it was driving him crazy. He could feel his self-control slipping with each passing minute.
He gritted his teeth, desperate to keep his cool. But the more he tried to keep his emotions in check, the more difficult it became. The sound of your voice, the sight of your smirk, the thought of your body pressed against his... damn it, he was losing his mind. He clenched the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He had to get a hold of himself, to resist the urge to give in to his desires.
He silently cursed himself again. He was falling apart at the seams from just a simple smirk and some teasing. Damn it, he was stronger than this. He was Chuuya Nakahara, a Port Mafia executive and a man who didn't let emotions get the better of him. But as he stole another glance at you through the mirror, his heart raced again. The sight of you, so confident and smug, was driving him insane. He wanted to kiss that smirk off your face, to claim your lips and make you his...
He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His mind was a mess, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and desires. He wanted to be in control, to push you against the seat and claim your lips in a passionate kiss, but he also wanted to resist the urge and keep his cool. He was struggling to keep his emotions and thoughts in check, trying to remain focused on the road while simultaneously fantasizing about taking you right then and there.
"How long until we reach headquarters?" You ask Chuuya snapping him out of his daydream fantasy about you.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by your question. He glanced at the road ahead, trying to gather his composure. "Hmph. We'll be there in ten minutes or so," he replied, trying to keep his tone casual. But his voice betrayed a hint of tension and desire.
"Ok." The only word that made the tension more awkward... 'great going Y/N.' you mentally scolded yourself.
He grumbled softly under his breath, annoyed by how affected he was by your presence. Damn it, why was he letting you get under his skin so easily? He was a powerful and feared executive, he wasn't supposed to be this flustered by a mere idol like you. He couldn't help but steal glances at you through the mirror again, admiring the way your smirk and confidence were so effortlessly captivating.
Chuuya's mind was flooded with thoughts and desires, each one more intense than the last. He wanted to touch you, to feel your skin against his. He wanted to hear you moan his name and see you completely unraveled beneath him. He could feel his self-control slipping further and further, his mind consumed by the fantasy of having you in a way that he knew he shouldn't...
He clenched his jaw again, trying to push those thoughts out of his mind. But they kept coming back, no matter how hard he tried to ignore them. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his palms sweating, his breath becoming shallow. He cursed himself silently for being so helpless against your presence. Damn it, he was supposed to be in control, not a mess of emotions and lust.
Chuuya glanced over at you through the mirror again, his eyes tracing over your lips as you spoke. The mere sight of you was enough to send his heart racing and his mind into a frenzy. He wanted to taste your lips, to claim them as his own... He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Damnit, he had to keep it together. He couldn't let you see how much you were affecting him...
He gritted his teeth, the tension in the car almost suffocating. His mind was a blur of conflicting thoughts and desires. He wanted to remain aloof and maintain his usual persona, but he also longed to give in to his impulses and take you right there in the car. He desperately tried to focus on the road ahead, but his mind kept wandering back to you, to your smirk, your confident demeanor, and your damn captivating presence.
He squeezed the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His heart was racing in his chest, his breathing becoming more and more labored. He couldn't remember the last time he was so affected by anyone like this. He was usually so cool and collected, but you were unraveling him with just your presence. He stole yet another glance at you through the mirror, his eyes fixated on your lips.
He could feel the tension in the car becoming unbearable. His mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts and desires. His body was reacting to you in ways he couldn't control, and he was starting to lose his grip on his self-control. He wanted to be dominant, to take charge and assert his power over you. But at the same time, he was drawn to your confidence and your ability to tease him so effortlessly. It was driving him wild.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts and emotions. But all he could focus on was you. Your voice, your smirk, your body... damn it, he was losing his mind over you. He could feel his self-control slipping further and further, his body yearning for your touch. He wanted to take you in his arms, to feel your skin against his, to hear you moan his name in ecstasy...
A/N: This will be the end of this chapter. I know i left this on a cliffhanger but for a reason just because i need to mentally prepare myself for the next chapter where Y/N and Chuuya may or may not do things.... If you guys can't wait then i'm sorry lmao. If y'all find yourself coming back i wouldn't mind a few comments just to know if you're enjoying it and how i'm going with the story and if i should add some things.
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