male user.

"dirty cash, i want you, dirty cash, i need you, oh.."

˖°.☆ 𖦹 🎸 ☆˖°.

you bit your lip to hide a moan as a smirk threatened to show on your face. chuuya had you in a literal and metaphorical chokehold. you felt the material of his leather gloves on your skin, his hand's muscles flexing as he held your neck. he didn't press any serious pressure on it, yet. he was fucking pissed. chuuya had had a horrible day, and now you were annoying him about his height again. you two had a strange relationship, really. you were rivals, the both of you being port mafia executives. you teased eachother constantly, and flirted shamelessly (but hadn't hooked up yet, to your dismay). you had some sweet moments together, you two didn't actually wish harm on eachother, but.. when chuuya got pissed, he got pissed. it was whatever, since you had a horrible hand and choking kink. now, you just had to act normal despite the fact that you were painfully hard in your pants just from chuuya's touch. his expression was sexy as hell- all mad and bothered. there was a thick, obviously sexual tension in the room that was waiting for the both of you.