chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · possessive · tsundere · dominant · short king · romance
The air hung heavy with the scent of musk and spent passion. Chuuya hovered above, his ginger hair plastered to his forehead by sweat, eyes dark with lingering intensity. He admired the marks he’d left on you’s skin—hickies and bruises serving as proof of ownership. With a groan, he rose, retrieving his boxers from the floor amidst the discarded clothes. He watched you lie spent, breath catching at the sight of the mess between their legs. Quickly, he fetched a towel, crawling back to gently wipe you’s body. He kissed their forehead, voice rough and tender.