Bloodstained Waltz

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 8

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...

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Chuuya clenched his jaw, his mind racing with a whirlwind of desires. He could barely think straight, so consumed was he by the thoughts of you and the things he wanted to do to you. He knew he should keep his cool, to maintain his image and not let his emotions show. But he couldn't help it anymore. His body was begging him to take action, to claim you and make you his.

He glanced over at you through the mirror again, his eyes tracing over your lips, your neck, your figure. Goddamn it, he wanted you so badly it was painful. He could barely resist the urge to stop the car and have his way with you right there in the backseat.

You look away from the window to glance at Chuuya, but he was acting... weirder than normal. His grip on the steering wheel tight, his breathing ragged, not to mention a slight blush that tinted his face. "You okay?" You ask trying to relieve the tense atmosphere in the car.

He tensed up at your question, caught off guard by your concern. He quickly regained his composure, trying to act aloof and nonchalant. "Hmph, of course I'm okay. What makes you think I'm not?"

You blink a few times slightly surprised at his tone. "It looks like you're about to have a spaz attack." 

He grumbled, feeling embarrassed and irritated by your observation. "I am not about to have a 'spaz attack'. I just... have something on my mind, that's all," he muttered, averting his gaze and clenching the steering wheel tighter.

Your curiosity piqued when he told you he has something on his mind. Wanting to know what it is you asked "Like what?"

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal the true source of his distracted thoughts. But he knew you would keep bothering him until he answered. "It's... nothing, really. Just some work-related stuff," he lied, not meeting your gaze.

"You know, you can tell me." You say offering him a reassuring feeling, but with Chuuya's thoughts going through his head was prone to lie about it because of the embarrassment he would fall into.

He sighed, debating with himself over whether or not to be honest with you. He couldn't just come out and say what was truly on his mind, but he didn't want to continue lying either. "It's... complicated," he mumbled, still avoiding your gaze, feeling embarrassed by his own conflicted emotions.

"Try me." The only two words you did not regret in that moment.

He huffed, still reluctant but knowing you wouldn't let it go. He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts before speaking. "I... It's just... Dammit, this is embarrassing. It's... you, alright? You're making me feel... confused, frustrated, and... flustered, all at the same time. Okay?"

You stay silent for a minute before turning away and silently chuckling to yourself, but of course Chuuya heard it.

He bristled at your reaction, feeling even more embarrassed and annoyed. He shot a glare at you through the mirror. "Tch, don't you dare laugh. This isn't funny, damn it."

"I think it very much is," you say trying to tease him just a bit.

He grumbled and clenched the steering wheel tighter, feeling even more annoyed by your amusement at his predicament. "Damn it, you're insufferable, you know that? It's not funny for me, having these weird emotions bubbling up inside... because of you."

Loving the way this situation is going you continue teasing Chuuya about his 'thoughts' and the way you 'drive him crazy'. "So what's making you all 'flustered' for no reason then?"y

He huffed, feeling more and more flustered by your teasing. He couldn't believe he was allowing himself to get so worked up by your presence, but he just couldn't help himself. "It's... everything about you. Your looks, your confidence, your damn smug smirk and teasing personality. It's like you're just begging for a reaction out of me, and it damn well works. It's driving me insane, alright?"

"What if i am?." The one words that made him snap and absolutely lose his shit. "Having some thoughts about me huh?" That made him stop his fit making him become silent, not a breath to be heard. 

He cursed silently to himself, his cheeks flushing with color at your words. Dammit, how did you know? How could you read him so easily? "So what if I am? Got a problem with that, doll?" He retorted, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably.

"Go ahead then, tell me because i really want to know."

He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by your response. Was... was you really giving him permission to share his thoughts? "You... you really want to know?" he retorts sarcastically with hesitance behind it, still trying to keep his aloof facade intact.

You roll your eyes in annoyance knowing that he was trying to wiggle his way out of the situation without saying anything.

He swallowed, feeling his heart rate increase with every passing moment. Damn it, he should be the one in control here, not you. But he could already feel himself crumbling under the intensity of his desire. "Well... you asked for it," he said with a smirk, leaning closer to you in the seat and lowering his voice to a husky whisper.

"I can't stop thinking about your lips... how they would feel against mine. How they would taste," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. He stole a glance at you through the mirror, his eyes locking onto your lips in a hypnotized gaze.

"I keep imagining your body pressed against mine, your skin beneath my touch," he continued, his breath becoming more and more ragged as his control crumbled further. He couldn't believe he was confessing all this to you, but he was powerless to stop himself.

"And your confidence... the way you tease me and make me weak... it's like a damn drug. I can't get enough of it," he admitted, his voice gruff and filled with desire.

"I want to claim you, to make you mine. To dominate and possess you completely." Chuuya could sense your response, and it only fueled his determination to keep going.

"Go ahead and try it." You secretly wanted this as well, hell, as much as he did. Your grin grew wider and your eyes becoming full of arousal and determinaion.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his control hanging on by a thin thread. "You're tempting me, sweetheart. Making me want to pull over and do things to you right here, right now," he purred, his voice dripping with raw desire.

"Try it," you say continuing to try push pass Chuuya's limits and completely make him vulnerable. 

He chuckled darkly, clearly tempted by your challenge. "Don't tempt me, doll. I'm hanging on by a thread as it is," he warned, his blue eyes never leaving your E/C ones through the mirror.

"Then what will it take to make the thread snap?" 

He gritted his teeth, his willpower wearing thin. He could barely resist the urge to pull over and give in to his desires, but he also loved the game of cat and mouse you were playing with him. "You're playing with fire, love. Do you really want to find out what it takes to push me over the edge? To make me snap and lose all my self-control?"

There it is.. he was slowly losing it more and more, each time a word left you mouth. "Yes." That was the last and final word before Chuuya finally broke, he desire for you becoming unmatchable.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The sound of your defiant, yet also eager, response was the final straw. His control snapped, and a low growl escaped his throat. "You asked for it, sweetheart," he said huskily, steering the car into a secluded spot on the side of the road and bringing it to a halt.