canwe talk about puppy chuuya ... puppy chuuya who whines so bad when he goes into heat, puppy chuuya who's unintentionally so loud when he's alone in his room thrusting between pillows trying to imagine it as you, puppy chuuya who wishes to shrivel up and die when you walk in and catch him, but puppy chuuya who melts instantly when you wrap a hand around him, thumbing at his tip as he cums so early. :(
WE CAN ALWAYS TALK ABOUT PUPPY CHUUYA
I feel like I've already spoiled everything I'm going to say in dms but hfjgkgkhlf he's so cute poor thing :(( he misses you so much that he spends all day humping everything in the house waiting for you to come back, but he's so embarrassed about it. The tables, the edge of the chair when he sits down, the sofa, even his own thighs. He tries to sleep but has a wet dream about you and wakes up grinding against the mattress with a puddle of cum under him and he's so embarrassed but he can't help himself!! Chuuya is so whipped for you and his heat makes everything so much worse, he can't do anything but think about fucking you and knotting you, breeding you full and cuddling you to sleep with his swollen cock keeping you plugged up.
He folds over your pillow and fucks that to try and tide him over but it's just not the same, even if it smells like you. The fabric is so rough on his poor, oversensitive cock and his hands don't feel much better but he can't stop his hips from snapping forward, chasing any stimulation he can get, burying his nose in your sheets and whining. He's getting loud but he's too distracted to notice, his head is full of you and your smell, how good you'd feel wrapped around his cock with your nails dragging down his back and his teeth in your neck. He doesn't even notice when you get home, too distracted, his pretty eyes shut tight as he chases another pathetic orgasm that won't actually make him feel any better.
He nearly has a heart attack when the bed dips and he sees you there right next to him, your hand reaching out to scratch his ears and play with his hair just how he likes it before you're kneeling on the bed behind him and pressing your warm chest up against his back. Chuuya feels feverish, wriggling closer and trying to get as much skin to skin contact as he can, his tail thumping against your leg as he whines about how much he missed you. He's so turned on that he forgets to be embarrassed, kissing you messily and moaning into your mouth when one of your hands slides around to his stomach, following his thick happy trail downwards until it's wrapped firmly around his knot, squeezing and milking him in a way nobody else can.
Chuuya whining and moaning, tears streaming down his face as he bucks his hips and begs you for something, locking up as you rip another orgasm from him with your thumb rubbing insistent circles on his poor, swollen tip. Your free hand holding his and squeezing reassuringly as you promise that he can give you a few more.









