#ngh

You dont know how many times he's stuffed you. Your inner walls painted white, and yet, through it all he kept pumping. He kept thrusting. Kept fucking his cum into you.

"Look at that, my fucking hole filled with my seed. Fucking beautiful to look at. Dont you agree, slut?"

You have no coherent words left in you, you just nod along with everything he says. You cant move, you cant speak, you cant think, Chuuya's dumbed you down to nothing but his hole.

You dont know how many times he's eaten you out. Cleaned you up, he says, just to stuff his cum back into you again. He loved eating himself out of you. Fuck, he loved you.

Its been hours, you think. Days, maybe even weeks, but you dont want it to stop. Chuuya's cock reaches places in you like no other, and the way he has you grabbing the sheets like theyre your lifeline is an addiction you're not willing to quit ever. His energy pins you down, you feel it radiating off of him. Feel yourself unable to move, only take whatever he has to give you. And, oh, you'll take it. Every orgasm, every slap, every spit on your face you'll take it because he's taking just as much from you.

You know its soon to end though, when you feel Chuuya's thrusts slowing, his cock dragging in and out of you at a deliciously slower pace, allowing you to feel every vein and throb he possesses. You know its over when he spills inside you and collapses on top of you, just barely catching himself, before releasing his power, resting his head in the crook of your neck, peppering sweet kisses there.

"Fuck, youre perfect."

He whispers against your skin. Your hand travels up to his ear, but his hand stops you. He sits up, giving you a smirk before leaving the room and going to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth to gently wipe you down. He stands over you, wiping down your leaking, sensitive, abused hole, shushing you down gently every time you twitch or whimper when he grazes you where you're too sensitive. He presses kisses to the inside of your knees and thighs, and when hes satisfied with his cleaning, he reaches up and kisses your forehead. Then your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose, your chin, anywhere he can reach. By the end of it, youre giggling like a maniac and hes grinning down at you with a boyish confidence.

He finally lays down next to you, and pulls you into his chest, tugging you close. He hugs and holds you there, like you're something sacred, something he never wants to lose. And you only feel his hold tighten, when you drift off to sleep.

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