#this is consensual

chuuya setting himself up

You had been in his lap for hours now, his erection rubbing against your squirming thighs ever since he returned to you in his hotel. He set up a projector; Showing you his most recent projects and those who got in his way who were turned into pieces of art he simply discarded. With each slide he clicked past, he ran his hands down your stomach and up to your chest, groping and grabbing until bruises formed. It was difficult for him to not just toss you onto the floor and take you, but he wanted to torture himself just as much as he did you. Such sweet agony...

You had taken to calling him “Master” a few months ago, and he was almost giddy with delight. Ever since then if you called him anything else, you were punished. You felt the nose of his mask drag up your neck and to your ear, where he gently blew air across your skin to see the goosebumps raise on your skin. He absolutely loved every single one of your reactions to what he did, ever since he found you.

You had been spared time in his red trunk due to the... way you looked at him the first time he caught you. Absolute submission. Obedience. He licked his lips thinking about that day. Such a sweet specimen. He couldn’t silence you, not like the others. No, he kept you. You were his from that day, and you showed no signs of resisting your role. It was absolutely clear that you loved every second of it as opposed to the others. Your little noises ringing out into the silence of his entire room. Your Master groaned out loud and squeezed your legs around his dick as he thrusted up a few times, every so often grazing against the sensitive bundle of nerves still covered by the panties he had stolen for you to wear.

You could tell he was getting impatient, though. He loved edging you both, but he was reaching his limit. He grabbed your chin and turned your head so he could face you, crashing his bitten lips against yours as his hips started bucking up. He was close, you could tell. Shivering middle and jerking hips. You settled one hand against the side of his head and with the other, scooted your panties to the side to grant him access to your core. He licked your lips and grabbed his cock, positioning himself against you before roughly shoving himself into you.

You let out a loud, loud whine from the white hot burning pain it caused from not being prepared at first; A merciful grip dragged you upwards, before slamming you down again; Making you mewl out again; A gloved hand grabbed your jaw and squeezed. Louder. He wanted you to be louder. The other hand not making you moan out snaked down between your legs; Grinding ground it against your clit; Meanwhile his other hand gripped your face, making your eyes roll back in your head. You squealed out almost immediately for him and he let out a rough sigh. He loved it when you cried out for him. All for him. His little specimen...his little pet.

He quickly flipped the two of you over and slammed you down on one of his work tables still soaked in blood. He was snarling a bit as he rutted into you, his head tilted back and his fingers grabbing your legs so hard you knew you would have a tough time walking tomorrow. With one final, harsh slam of his hips, you felt the warmth of his seed filling you up. You were both a panting mess. You looked down at where you were both connected and gave a weak, tired smile. You loved it when he filled you like this.... and so did he. It meant you were his. And you loved watching him come undone above you.

With a soft mumble he pulled out of you and shimmied the panties he gave you back onto you so you could feel himself dripping out of you and against the fabric. He sighed with contentment, watching his seed drip out of you; and leaned over to give your forehead a soft kiss; A few kisses trailing down to your lower stomach; Before he licked a stripe back up to your navel and gave your lips a slow, sugary kiss before biting down on the crux of your neck; making a bolt of arousal surge to your groin; Sucking on your neck hard enough to leave a huge purple mark. Helping you up on your shaking knees, guiding you to the bedroom he lovingly made for you. As usual, you proved yourself to be his favorite; His one and only.

I didn’t make him cry though :(