Chuuya Nakahara

Soft and sweet. That’s how it felt to be with him right now. Chuuya was groaning soft praises into your ear, thrusting in and out of you with a slow yet steady rhythm. You could tell by the way he walked into the door that work was a lot. He came home late today, and even though you knew his job was dangerous and he had a chance of not coming home that night, you couldn’t help but worry. The relief you felt when he walked through the door made your anxiety wash away. You quickly pulled him to your shared bedroom, gently pushing him down and beginning to unbutton his shirt and pants. Your intent was to please him, do the work for the night, but he had other plans. After a few minutes of your cute attempts to help him relax, he swiftly flipped you over, towering above you. “S-So good… You’re doing so good, baby.. Y-Yeah, just like that… Take it all for me, hm?” He cooed in your ear, kissing the shell of it. “You’re too good for me, {{user}}. You’re so sweet, so pretty, so kind... God, I love you so much.” The praise wouldn’t stop there. He worshiped your body like it was a holy temple, a sacred space where he could repent and be forgiven of his sins. Chuuya was so infatuated with you, so much so that every single second away fom you felt like an eternity. You were too goo for someone like him. You deserved someone nice, someone with a clean background- not some council member of the port mafia. He was so scared to lose you that he made sure to cherish every moment you had together, especially the intimate ones like right now. “I’m gonna make you feel good, alright {{user}}?”