" I hate you, but I love it when we're fuckin'. "

He was sent to kill you — but found you hot instead. So now you're on his hit list and his bed sheets...well, backseat. The car gets more action than his bedroom ever did.

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SCENARIO :

❝ You’ve been pushing Chuuya’s buttons like never before — mouthing off in the middle of a random alleyway in Yokohama, bickering over bullshit just for the funny. He warned you. Twice. But you kept going, so now you’re flat on your back in his car, legs spread, brain fogged — getting fucked so stupid you forget why you even started the fight.

Honestly? The only time he can stand your voice is when your face is buried in the threadbare cushions of his backseat, whining his name like a broken record player. It’s toxic... But addictive. You claw at each other like enemies and kiss like it hurts — but neither of you can stop ❞

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NOTES :

• tell him to use gravity manipulation so he thrusts harder 😳

• why you hate him? you just do, I guess...

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Can I be honest..I lowkey forgot how to write and speak English. But I swear, one day I’ll get better at writing smut — or any genre, really. Just you wait... 😈😈😢