Touch Me Not || Chūya × Fem!Reader

--7

(Y/n) didn't recognize the warmth surrounding her body.

Neither was she familiar with the coolness of the sheets, nor the comfort of the pillow her head rested on. As soon as she opened her eyes with drowsy reluctance, she stared abentmindedly at the ceiling she wasn't accustomed to waking up to. Oddly enough, the ambience was a great contrast to the dilemma that had occured only yesterday.

When she came to, she shot up straight in a fit of shock, initially taking note of a firm grip constricting her hips.

"C-Chūya!?"

No distance was observed between the two of their bodies; he held her so tenderly, and had it not been for the fact that they never had a label then she would have succumbed deeper into his embrace. Her cheeks blossomed a lovely red upon seeing his naked torso, his lean form and muscular arms open for her to thirst on, but when she realized her lack of clothes as well, her face drained of color.

Abruptly, she lifted the duvet off of her - and was unsure if she should be relieved when she saw him with his pants on though herself only in her underwear, both pair of legs tangled underneath.

"Mh... good morning." Her gaze averted to Chūya, whose deep, husky voice turned her on so early in the morning. On the surface of her skin, he smiled, "Slept well?"

She wasn't sure how to answer. Instead, she countered with another question. "What... what did we do?"

He remained unresponsive for a while, only taking his time adjusting his head to boldly lay atop her chest. She felt the movement of his lips between her breasts as he spoke, giving her his best bedroom eyes.

"Do you... really want to know what we did last night?"

Though strained due to morning intoxication, he spoke with confidence as strong as the audacity of his words. Flaring in a concerning shade of red, quickly, she looked away and pushed his face arm's length away from her.

She already had a clear presumption on what they had done last night, and sought no further explanation in fear of arising unwanted (sexual) tension between the both of them, nonetheless she found it increasingly suspicious how he acted as if he had anticipated her in his bed the whole time.

Though, at the present moment, it mattered so little to her; Rizal's case was what caused her to sober up quite immediately.

What had she to sober up from? Did she not have only one drink last night?

"I... I need to go." She claimed, not bothering to demand answers from what had happened in actuality on the evening prior. With her hand holding the arm wrapped on her waist, she squeezed it gently - a soft indicator to let her go.

"Wait, what?" Chūya, obviously disheartened by her reaction, exclaimed. "Aren't you comfortable here? Stay a little longer."

In secret, she found herself considering his statement, however decided that she had an issue she best be dealing with. "I can't. I'm late for work."

"Skip work; I'll do the same." He replied.

"I can't do that."

"You speak as if you want to avoid me at all costs."

She took immediate offense to this, because entirely, she wasn't avoiding him, and besides: "We aren't even in a relationship."

His eyes contracted at the truth of her words. Although what she had said was indeed a fact, there came this perturbing hesitation of bearing guilt for claiming it. He looked immensely affected by the sentence, and it took a prominent form by the look of dejection in his azure irises.

"Don't... don't you want to be with me?" He asked after a long while of silence.

She grew profoundly distraught. Was this supposed to be a confession? "...what?"

"You do, right?" He pushed on, propping himself up to sit on her limbs. Both of his hands reached up to her cheeks, resulting her tense disposition to surface. "If not, then you wouldn't have chosen to spend the night with me."

"T-that's not the point." She said, breathless on having his face close with hers. "There's just something I need to fix."

"Fix what, your reputation?" It was as if he was trying to hold in the tone of derision, but that wasn't her primary concern; how was he knowledgeable of her problem? "I don't think you understand the situation you're in, (y/n)."

Considerably, there weren't many options to choose for how she had ended up in his bed, and why Chūya had been acting as if had he let her go, he would have lost an immense portion of his life. She failed to recognize the man in front of her right then.

"No one trusts you out there, you know?" He said. "You should have realized it by the time you got convicted. They won't believe anything you say, even when your statement proves very much that you aren't the culprit to the man's demise."

She allowed his words to sink into her mind with inadvertent effort. He made it seem as if her current predicament had inevitable consequences; that it was impossible to resolve, and the thought alone was enough for her frame of mind to deteriorate in utter devastation. 

As she looked down, gaze masked with fatigue, he closed in to her until their foreheads touched. "After all, what do you have against a CCTV footage?"

"I-I know someone knows me well enough to think that I couldn't murder anyone... S-Seiko-chan, for instance! She wouldn't believe it. She--"

"Wasn't she the one who framed you?" Interrupted the executive.

Then again, her expression was met with another wave of heartbreak. "What..?"

He smiled out of the blue. "Quit hoping for someone's trust to remain. Right now, the world is against you, and you have no one but me to depend on."

The impact of what he meant left a detrimental contemplation she could keep herself busy with later in time. And at that moment, she questioned herself, trying to find a truthful answer to the cause of her untimely plight: was she really the murderer of Rizal?

"So, depend on me, alright?"