݁ᛪ༙ STRANGER DANGER?
𝓴𝖎𝖓𝓴𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖞 # 27 ── .✦ vampire!gojo ◟#﹒
✰ sum. after encountering a mysterious stranger while drunk, you just keep running into him. it's a little concerning how comfortable you're getting to be around him despite knowing he could be dangerous
pairing ⋆.ᐟ gojo satoru / reader wc.⁀⊹ 11k
warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ (18+) only, smut, swearing, making out, dírty talk, cunnílíngus, biting, marking, blood drinking, slight édging, hand job, multiple orgásms, squírting, piv, créampíe, gojo has a dig bick, aerial dancer position, reader gets drunk (not during séx), talking to a strange man (don't do this), gojo's a little crazy and obsessed, pússy drunk, fem!reader, she/her prns used
ᥫ᭡. loveli note: i didn't mean for this one to get so far away from me but i was having fun writing their interactions and i'm still holding myself back (╥﹏╥) also i was inspired by true blood for how vampires are known about in society
The world has been different ever since the existence of vampires became widespread knowledge. It’s something you find yourself not feeling any particular way towards, you probably should but your life is mostly unchanged. You go to work, you see your friends, you go home. Everything is how things were beforehand but now people fear the night more, a sense of unease in the air as soon as the sun has lowered.
From what you’ve gathered, vampires outed themselves because they want to be able to live without having to hide. You suppose if you were a vampire, the threat of humans discovering your supernatural existence every time you walked amongst them would be exhausting. The wider population is obviously a bit more frightened by all of this, worried that vampires are going to start feeding and killing people more freely.
The anxiety is warranted, considering vampires have been feeding on people in secret for who knows how long. But, as you’ve mentioned, there isn’t much of a change aside from the fear and the knowledge. It’s not like there’s much worrying about it will do for you and as far as you’re aware, you’ve never even run into one.
Which was true, until you met him. It wasn’t even a special night; you were stargazing in your local park after drinking with friends. A little too tipsy to recognise the kind of danger you could be in, the stars pretty and the night air refreshing. Humming your favourite song to yourself lazily as you think about a more idyllic life.
Too immersed in your own little world to hear the sound of someone approaching you, though thinking back you probably wouldn’t have been able to hear him anyways. Not realising someone’s there until he’s hovering over you and blocking your view.
Your words slur slightly at him, “Heyyy, I was looking at those…” Words trailing off as you look him over in your drunken state, he’s pretty too. Almost as bright as the stars, eyes shining despite the low light.
He’s amused, if his smile is anything to go off, “Should you be out here this late?”
“Yes.” You answer pointedly, and then because you’re drunk, you roll over a couple times to the side so you can keep looking up at the sky.
The chuckle he lets out is light, “Aren’t you concerned about vampires?”
“I don’t think I’d be all that tasty,” is your immediate reply.
He walks a few steps closer and squats beside you, “I’m not sure they’d agree.”
Your gaze meets his and even in your inebriated state you can tell he’s not human, “Does that mean you’re gonna bite me?”
His eyes widen only slightly, seemingly surprised you’re able to tell what he is. Whether it’s because you’re drunk or just in general, you’re not sure. And then his head is tilting at yours, almost like he finds you endearing, “I wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman.”
The absurdity has you giggling because you’re pretty sure you’re the perfect prey, “You… are a bad predator then.”
“Maybe, or maybe I think you wouldn’t taste that good,” he jokes.
Nodding like he’s serious, “Mhm, what’d I tell ya.”
A scoff comes from him and then he joins you on the ground, looking up into the night, “Why are you out here?”
“I was going home but the sky was so pretty.” It was almost like it was calling to you.
“Do you think that’s safe?”
“I think… there are less people to bug me out at night these days because they’re all worried about the vampires.”
Your logic isn’t sound but you’re not exactly of sound mind right now anyways. Eyes getting lazier as you get sleepy, far too comfortable with not only a stranger but vampire. The reality of your situation not setting in whatsoever, everything had already been too surreal lately.
“If you’re gonna fall asleep, you should go home.”
“Mm,” you blink your eyes and see a shooting star, suddenly excited, “Did you see that?” hand tapping at his shoulder, “make a wish,” squinting your eyes closed and wishing for something good to happen.
The stranger beside you stands on his feet, offering you his hands and helping you up. Clearly feeling curious, “What did you wish for?”
“Like I’d fall for that,” you frown, not willing to risk your wish not coming true.
“My bad,” he apologises, like you’re being so reasonable.
Nodding your head at him solemnly, “Yes, it is.”
He plucks a leaf off your shoulder for you and asks, “Are you gonna let me take you home?”
“I can get back on my own,” answer matter of fact.
Able to read you a little too well, he chooses to goad you into letting him, “Why don’t you prove it to me then?”
It only takes you a second to consider it before deciding, “Fine.” Huffing at him as you stomp off in the direction of your apartment. Walking a good few steps before suddenly stopping.
He leans in over your shoulder, “Something wrong?”
“Nope,” answer confident – despite the fact you’re quickly facing the opposite direction and walking that way instead. Having realised a little too late that you were going the wrong way, he only laughs at you.
The whole way back to your place, he stalks behind you, watching you stumble your way home. Sense of direction a little skewed, taking a longer route than usual by accident but you eventually do make it home. A little clumsy in your practice but getting the right result anyways, turning around to face him as soon as you make it to your door.
Pointing at him victoriously, “See?”
“Very good,” he pats your head once, “now put yourself to bed.”
“Whatever, old man,” you grumble, fumbling with your keys slightly before finally making it in. “Nice meeting ya, thanks for not eating me,” cheesing at him before kicking the door closed.
You had no idea then just how important that meeting would be.
ׅ ׁ ໒꒱
After that first interaction, you’ve been dreaming about him. At least you think you have been, not able to recall any of your dreams properly when you wake but left with the familiar feeling of him. It’d freak you out if you were certain but you’re not, that and you have too much going on to care about what you may or may not be dreaming about.
You’ve recalled that specific night many times and feel stupid each time, you don’t understand what about him had you lulled into a sense of security but it happened and you can’t take it back. If he were human you’d kick yourself more about letting him follow you home but he would’ve been able to find your apartment even without trailing after you. That’s what you keep telling yourself so you don’t feel so bad anyways.
There’s a lingering sense of meeting him again that keeps you on edge, you have no reason to feel that way and you can’t explain it but you’re drawn to him. He was pretty… in your foggy memories of that night he’s aglow. Bright and smiling easily, not like how you pictured vampires to be… or how they’re portrayed in media.
Normally – when you’re feeling this restless – you’d leave the house for a stroll but with the idea of meeting him again, you’re hesitating. Confused by your excitement at the prospect of seeing him because you should be more worried than anything else. Ruminating on everything for a few moments more before getting frustrated with yourself and finding your coat. Leaving your apartment with a huff and heading in the direction of that park you frequent.
Sitting on one of the swings, arms folded and a little grumpy because you feel stupid. You don’t leave though, using your feet on the ground to swing you back and forth lightly. This is ridiculous of you and you’re aware of it, which is making it more embarrassing, waiting for a vampire you met one time while drunk. Maybe you should leave…
And just as you’re considering going home, a voice sounds from behind you, “It’s a bit silly to look so angry while swinging.”
Your head falls back to look up at him, heartbeat picking up, “I’m not angry.”
“Oh?” he smiles, walking to the swing beside you and sitting down, “you could’ve fooled me.”
Your eyes track him as he moves, finding him interesting, “Do you like this park or something?”
“Yeah, I like the swings,” he’s being sarcastic but his tone doesn’t reflect that well. “What about you? Or do you only enjoy this park when you’re drunk?”
Bristling slightly at that, “I’m not drunk.”
“Not this time,” he shoots back playfully.
Replying abruptly, “Okay.”
It causes him to chuckle, enjoying riling you up. It quiets down and then he speaks again, “I thought I told you last time it’s not safe out this late.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure you asked me if I thought it was safe,” you correct.
He hums, amused, “And is your answer different now that you’re sober?”
Shrugging, “It’s much the same.”
He pushes, “Even knowing I’m a vampire?”
“You said you don’t think I would taste good,” you sigh, “plus, you’ve already seen where I live.”
At your answer, he points out, “Your thinking is roundabout and not infallible.”
“Whatever,” you grumble, changing the subject, “what’s your name?”
“And why do you wanna know that?”
Pouting slightly at not immediately getting it, “I just feel like it’s something I should know at this point.”
He leans in a little closer and grins, “I don’t typically share my name with the people I eat.”
You think it’s supposed to be threatening and you don’t know why, but you don’t believe him. That odd sense of security blanketing you whenever you’re near him, like he’d never do anything to hurt you, not purposely. “Are all vampires as annoying to talk to as you are?”
“Absolutely,” he smiles like he’s thinking of someone in particular.
“I’m not gonna talk to you anymore then,” you nod resolutely, refusing to even look at him now, “I’m not talking to a stranger.”
“Only now you decide that?” he asks but you don’t reply, staying true to your word. He waits a few moments and then scoffs, “you’re serious?” Still, you don’t reply, stubborn when you want something. And then, a little too easily, he answers, “Satoru.”
Looking at him again, “And surname?”
“Satoru,” he singsongs, cheerful.
A brow raises at him, “You’re seriously gonna make me call you by your first name?”
“I’ll give you my surname when you get used to calling me by my first.”
“I thought you were gonna eat me.”
Tone light, “I’m still planning on doing that.”
You roll your eyes, “Fine, Satoru. Have it your way.”
He seems pleased with how you refer to him, “And your name?”
“A secret,” you smile.
Satoru groans at that, finding it unfair. “You were nicer when you were drunk.”
“You were also nicer when I was drunk,” eyes sparkling at him, having fun. You’re not serious about keeping it a secret though, giving him your name easier than he gave you his.
“No surname?” He teases.
“I thought it only fair.”
A breathy laugh leaves him as he stands up and stretches, “Alright, now that we’re introduced, time to go home.”
You can’t help but feel disappointed, “But I’m not done basking in the fresh air.”
“Yeah, you are,” he moves to stand in front of you, hands reaching out in an offer to pull you up off the swing, “I’m serious about it being dangerous around here at night.”
Taking his hands, you let him he pull you up, “Oh? Does that mean you’re concerned for my safety?”
A knowing smile on his face, index finger reaching up to boop your nose softly, “Who knows.”
“You’re weird.”
“So are you,” he takes a step back, “Are you gonna let me walk you home tonight?”
Sighing at him, “If you insist.”
Satoru seems pleased, “I do.”
You let him walk you home, and just like last time, you don’t invite him in and he doesn’t ask. Parting ways as essentially strangers, only closer by knowing each other’s names. It’s bittersweet because you want to know more about him, you want to spend more time with him. You’ll settle for what you’ve been given for now though, despite the uncharacteristic yearning you’re feeling for this man.
ׅ ׁ ໒꒱
The next couple weeks are busy for you, work picks up, friends have birthdays, parties, so on. You don’t get to go to the park and as if respecting an invisible boundary, Satoru doesn’t come to your home. It’s not just that though, whenever you find a moment where you could go out, you refrain, his warning playing in your mind about danger. He could’ve been lying but at the moment, he’s not given you a reason to believe he’s a liar.
And while you feel that way, it doesn’t stop you from pausing when walking past that park. Similar situation as your first meeting, tipsy and on your way home from a night out. Unlike last time, you don’t lay on the ground, only faltering for a moment and reminiscing.
Jumping and letting out a subdued shriek when you feel hands on you from behind, heart pounding in your chest. A hand over your eyes and another on your hip, holding you still and rendering you blind. Not sure what you’re supposed to do in this situation, not when you can’t see any cues from the perpetrator.
Words spoken low into your ear, “How many times I gotta tell you it’s dangerous around here, sweetheart?”
You can feel yourself physically relax at the sound of Satoru’s familiar voice, going a little limp in his hold. “You’re so mean,” you whinge, not at all happy with how he’s frightened you but thanking your lucky stars it’s just him.
“I’m just trying to make my point,” He releases you and pats your head soothingly.
Spinning to glare at him, “You’re stupid and mean and also bad at being a vampire,” you’re ranting at him now, he truly scared you out of your wits, “you’re also not even that pretty and I bet you’re like a billion years old and that’s super embarrassing.”
He’s trying his best to not be amused but he definitely is and you can tell, his hand reaching up to cover his mouth and hide his smile. “I’m sorry.”
“Shut up,” frowning at him, “I wasn’t even gonna stay! I was just passing through on my way home, I’ve been listening to your stupid vampiric warning.”
“Okay, okay,” he tries to placate you, “I’m sorry, that’s my bad.”
“Yeah, it is.”
It’s quiet for a few moments and then he asks, “You think I’m a bad vampire?”
“Maybe,” you look to the floor before looking back at him, “I mean… you’re weirdly calming to be around and I don’t feel threatened by you and also you’ve had plenty of chances to attack me.”
“Ah, so I’m not a good vampire by your criteria… based on fiction,” he’s pretending to be offended, like you’re being so rude to him.
Squinting in response, “I’m going home.”
He only smiles sweetly, “I’ll walk you.”
“Do as you please,” you huff.
The two of you don’t say anything for a while, only walking in silence. Satoru breaks it first by asking, “Are you still mad at me?”
Not hesitating to say, “Yes.”
“How can I make it up to you?”
Humming curiously, “Do you care about being kept in the good books of people you intend on eating?”
He whinges, “C’mon, Don’t be like that.”
At your front door, you turn to him, “Show me your fangs and I will maybe forgive you.”
He bows his head to you, grinning, “Pretty intimate for a maybe.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s not,” his hand reaches out and caresses the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek, “but if I do, I’m gonna need you to promise me something.”
Your mind races at what he could possibly ask you for, finding yourself pulled in by all those possibilities. Tipsy mind not considering any of the repercussions when you agree, “Fine.”
Satoru grins at you again but this time, his fangs are shown in it. Sharp and intimidating and somehow completely well suited to him. Both your hands grasp his face to get a closer look, eyeing him in your own time, finding it fascinating. Moving your thumb to his lower lip and lightly pulling. Oddly, you find his smile more attractive when his fangs are showing.
Humming curiously, “…Pointy.”
“You’ve had your look,” He averts his gaze away from you almost bashfully, hands on your wrists pulling you back. “Now you gotta promise me.”
“Mhm,” you wait for his term.
He looks at you completely seriously, the aura around him almost menacing, “Stop walking home alone drunk.”
You groan at him, having expected something way more exciting. Rolling your head back at the letdown, “Ugh, what a waste of a perfectly good promise.”
“You gotta keep it though.”
“You’re boring.” Satoru says your name almost in warning, prompting you to say, “Yeah, okay. I promise.”
He perks up at that, smiling again, “Good girl.” Leaving after his last words.
It’s becoming more and more obvious that you have no idea how to handle him and you should probably stop looking forward to these interactions but it’s exhilarating. Somehow, he’s mysterious while seeming open. Taking you off guard with how easily he can swap between threatening and soothing.
ׅ ׁ ໒꒱
A couple days after you make that promise, you’re outside your front door where you’d spoken to him. You don’t go anywhere though, walking over to the railing and looking down at the few passerby’s still out in the night. Elbow on the railing and chin resting on your palm, wondering what you should do with yourself when all you really want is to walk around like them.
You’d never considered yourself much of a night wanderer and you suppose you probably weren’t a huge one before but that infrequent urge has gotten so much harder to ignore after meeting Satoru. Always hoping, that if you go on an evening walk, you’ll run into him.
That night, when you saw his fangs, you felt a lot of things. Head pleasantly fuzzy from the alcohol, remembering the way you felt butterflies in your stomach at how attractive he looked. His lip was soft under the pad of your thumb, you wondered how it’d feel to kiss him. If he’d asked you to, you wouldn’t even hesitate.
You’re too far gone, head dropping into both your hands as you audibly groan at your state. Lusting after a vampire you’ve met all of three times, what if he’s doing or planning something nefarious. Get it together, you can’t be losing yourself because of a hot guy… He was warmer than you’d have expected him to be.
All of your internal dialogue stutters to a halt when he’s beside you, humming as if amused by your distressed mental state. “What happened between now and two days ago to have you so stressed out?”
Not needing to pull your head from your hands to know what expression he’s wearing or that it’s undeniably him, “Nothing.”
He knows you’re lying but doesn’t pry, not yet anyways, “Glad to see you’re not wandering the streets alone anymore.”
You mumble into your skin, “You asked me not to.”
“You are cutting it a little close though.”
Finally pulling your head up to glare at him, “I’m right in front of my apartment.”
His tone is playful, animated gesture following, “Wouldn’t take long for a vampire to get ya.”
Commenting, “You worry a lot.”
“You cause me a lot of worry.”
“You treat all your meals like this?”
Eyes twinkling with mirth, “Only the real special ones.”
Sighing at his stupid joke, your arms fold over the railing and you lean down with it, head resting there and facing Satoru. He still looks good, wearing all black tonight, a shirt that looks like it’s too tight for him. His coat is long and would drag on the floor if you were to wear it but that has more to do with how tall he is; the coat looks warm.
“What’s plaguing your thoughts, pretty?”
You can’t help the way your heart skips a beat at the pet name, frowning because he probably heard it and that’s embarrassing. It’s unfair for him to have heightened senses, it has you overthinking everything that you wouldn’t normally have to worry about with anyone else.
“Nothing.”
“I’ve been around long enough to know even when a good liar is lying,” he smirks at you, “you’re not a good liar.”
“That’s not fair,” you mope, “you have vampire senses, you’re like a personified lie detector.”
“I don’t need vampire senses to tell when someone is lying badly.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m a great liar.”
His eyes scrutinise you at that statement, not believing you for a single second but he smiles appeasingly, “Okay.”
Huffing at him, “What would you even know.”
“I know something’s bothering you.”
You side eye him, “Yeah, you.”
He’s sulking, “That’s hardly fair.”
Should you find this vampire cute? Probably not but it’s not like that’ll change how you feel. “Satoru…”
When you don’t continue talking, he prompts, “Mm?”
“Do you miss me when we don’t see each other for a few days?”
“Sweetheart,” he tilts his head at you, “I miss you as soon as you’re out of my sight.”
“Smooth talker,” he’s flustered you and it has you turning your head to face away from him.
He laughs at your words, finding your reaction cute.
Able to feel his eyes on you even though you’re not looking at him, suddenly feeling so shy because you weren’t expecting him to say something you wanted to hear. Not wanting him to see that look on your face because there’s a chance he could be lying and he doesn’t deserve to see how happy you are if he is.
He turns the question on you, “How about you? Do you miss me?”
“I’m not answering that,” you grumble.
“That’s fine,” his tone seems pleased, “I’ve already got my answer anyways.”
A cool breeze flows in and causes a shiver to run down your spin, standing up straight just as Satoru is putting his heavy coat on your shoulders. He’s closer to you than you were expecting, eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips before catching yourself.
“Thank you…”
He doesn’t step back from you, “You should go inside,” are his words but he makes no move to encourage that.
“I’ll go inside for something in return,” you bargain, not moving away from him.
“Oh?” You’ve piqued his interest, “And what would you like.”
You slip into the arms of his coat so when you lift them it won’t fall from your shoulders, doing grabby hands at him, “A hug.”
At first, he’s a little dumbfounded but not offput by your request, “You can ask for so much more,” he says easily, leaning down to wrap his arms around you.
His hold is firm and gentle at the same time, it’s comforting. Your arms are looping around his neck and you’re pulling yourself up to snuggle into him. You like how sturdy he is and how he makes you feel. Like you’re incredibly important and you’re not quite sure you’ve ever experienced that before.
When Satoru pulls back he doesn’t let you go, still holding each other as your eyes meet. You’re not sure who moves first, all you know is that his lips are incredibly soft on yours. Imploring as he kisses you full, almost as if he’s revering you. Fumbling backwards with his heavy steps until you’re in front of your door.
Your hands are sliding into his hair and his are grabbing at you anywhere he can, growing dizzy at how good it feels to finally kiss him. Even more so when his tongue is in your mouth licking against yours, keening at his touch and the almost whine he lets out against you. Getting completely lost in how he’s making you feel, gasping a soft moan when he sucks on your lower lip.
And then he’s pulling back, forehead against yours as he stares at your glossy lips. A shudder goes down your spine at the look in his eyes, asking, “Do you wanna come inside?”
His eyes immediately flick to yours and he seems to consider it for a moment before reluctantly pulling back, “I shouldn’t.”
“Okay…” Your disappointment can’t be hidden, dejection written all over your face.
“Don’t pout,” his hand cradles your face, “If I come in right now…” he bends down again, lips on yours like he can’t help himself, “I’ll devour you.”
You have to put active effort into stifling down the sound you want to make at his words, at the small growl behind them. “Fine,” trying so hard to hide the way he excites you, going to shrug his coat off.
His hands come up to hold it in place, “Give it back to me next time,” he smiles, lingering for a moment.
“Until next time then,” you answer, turning to walk inside your apartment. Fighting the urge to turn and look at him a final time, knowing that he’s probably gone before the door is even fully shut.
That night, you sleep wrapped in his coat. It’s warm and smells like him.
ׅ ׁ ໒꒱
Work has been busy the past few days, draining you completely. You barely made it to the shower tonight when getting home, wanting to wash off the day more than anything. Grateful that you managed it though because you truly do feel so much better after having the warm water pour down on you.
Diving into your bed as soon as you’re out, almost drifting to sleep prematurely before remembering you have to do your dishes and laundry. Looking to Satoru’s coat beside you in the bed, you also wanted to try washing it before giving it back to him but you’re a little worried there’s specific instructions for it that you don’t have.
Laying still for a few more moments before groaning and dragging yourself up into the main living area. Walking past your couch before pausing and taking a few steps back, having seen something out of the corner of your eye. Suddenly nervous about what could be there… not any less so when you realise what – or rather who it is.
“Your place is small,” Satoru comments.
If you had anything nearby, you’d throw it at him, “Why are you in my home?”
“You invited me in,” he seems happy.
Are invitations into your home like long standing or something instead of situational to vampires? Pinching the bridge of your nose because you probably should’ve guessed that. Wait… wasn’t your door locked?
Glancing at him, “How did you even get in?”
“Window.”
“You’re joking.”
He blinks at you a few times before shaking his head, “No, I came in through your bedroom window while you were in the shower.”
“You can’t just go into my bedroom!”
“I didn’t know it was your bedroom,” he shrugs, “it was the easiest to get into, which by the way you really shouldn’t leave that open.”
“I’m on the third floor, who else but you could get in?” Your foot taps impatiently, “Why are you even here?”
“I thought you’d be happier to see me,” he eyes you up and down and it’s in that moment you remember you’re not wearing pants, “I’m sure happy to see you.”
“I’m… gonna go put on pants,” you grumble embarrassed. As you’re going back into your room to do so you can hear Satoru’s boos coming from the living room.
Quickly changing into the first pair of pyjama bottoms you can find, realising as you’re stepping into them that if he was in your room then he definitely saw your bed. Rushing back out to him to ask, “You didn’t… stay in my room for long did you?”
“Maybe I did,” his eyes twinkle with mischief and now you’re also worried that he went snooping.
Hesitant as you ask, “Did you happen… to notice…”
“My coat on your bed?” he grins, answering your question before you finished asking it.
You look away from him, not sure how to react. “I was gonna wash it.”
“You don’t have to,” he dismisses, not even worried by it. If anything, he finds it cute. “Come over here,” he coaxes, patting the couch cushion beside him.
Humming at him in thought, wondering if you really should sit next to him.
He complains, “Don’t make me beg, pretty.”
But that sounds so tempting, staying put on the spot to see if he really will beg. Looking in his eyes, they’re already pleading with you. Waiting almost impatiently for you to comply, which you do. Completely weak for him in a way you’ve never been for a man before, pretending to be bothered by his request as you sit down beside him.
“Did you break into my apartment for a reason or…?”
“Well, I didn’t break anything,” he corrects, “and I just wanted to see you.”
He’s got your insides feeling fuzzy with his sentiment, you don’t let on though, “You’ve seen me.”
“You’re being so mean to the man you kissed so passionately just a few nights ago.”
“You mean the man who rejected me?”
He’s looking at you like he’s the offended one, “I did not reject you!”
Looking up in faux thought, “I must be remembering incorrectly then.”
“You are,” he’s moving in closer with his words, “I wouldn’t have been able to control myself that night.” His hands are guiding you back onto the couch, his form following after you, lips hovering just over yours.
Refusing to kiss him first, not after last time, “And tonight is different?”
“Yeah.”
Just about to close the gap when you dodge him by moving your head slightly to the side, his lips missing yours. “Oh, how so?”
His hand grabs your face between his thumb and index finger, squishing your cheeks together with it. Making you look at him straight on, “Because tonight I don’t care about being polite.”
Pressing sloppy kisses to your lips he’s forced into a pout, loosening his grip so he can kiss you properly. Though he was thoroughly enjoying kissing you like that too. Tongue slithering into your mouth and taking your breath away, he’s so much more impatient and messy than last time. Desperate to have his mouth on you, like he’ll die if he doesn’t keep kissing you.
His kisses have you hot, like you’re about to start melting. Moaning against him when he lowers more of his weight onto you, able to feel his erection against your thigh. Suddenly itching for him to do so much more than just kiss you, the idea he might leave again after only kissing you almost causes you physical pain.
Mouths parting, his tongue licking your lips before taking your lower one and sucking on it. Eyes pitiful as you whine at him, cunt fluttering.
“You can’t– hnn– you can’t leave again,” fumbling over your words, holding onto him tightly.
Satoru’s chest squeezes at your desperation, finding you adorable like this. He wouldn’t dream of leaving you, he’s not that evil. Breathless laugh leaving him at your state, hand shoving into your pants, “You should’ve just kept your pants off.”
So grateful for his touch, fingers playing with your pussy over your underwear. It’s nowhere near enough but still it has you shuddering under him. Hips shaking and grinding down into him, hoping he just touches you properly. The stimulation leaves you wanting, greedy for him to give you so much more.
Panties so wet the squelching of your cunt can be heard, completely obscene how you’re leaking for him. It’d embarrass you if Satoru didn’t seem to love it as much as he does, “God, listen to her,” he groans, finger prodding at your hole through the material, “so wet.”
His words getting to you, “Don’t– hah– don’t talk like that– hnn”
“But you are,” digits sliding all over the soaked fabric of your panties and flicking at your clit. It’s getting to him, salivating at just how creamy your pussy is getting, “Fuck this,” he moans.
Confused on what he’s cursing over until he’s flipping you onto your stomach and tugging your pants and underwear off in one go. Shuffling further down the couch and grabbing your hips, lifting them how he pleases just to put his whole mouth on your cunt, tongue first. Fervently licking and sucking at you, honeyed juices trailing all down his chin as he eats you messily.
Your face is forced into the cushion, your whimpers and moans yelled into it. Damn near kicking your feet with how intense it feels, to go from minimal stimulation over your panties to his tongue in your dripping cunt has your head spinning and brain melting. How is it this good? You feel fucking insane, gasping for breath when he groans against you. Vibrations going straight to your core, creaming right into his mouth.
He's obsessed, slurping lewdly at you, drinking you down. His own hips rutting down into the couch, grinding his erection against it. So horny he could cum in his pants from this alone, hands moving to your ass, thumbs on your pussy lips pulling you obscenely open. He’s not sure he’s ever felt this fucking infatuated before, something so primally insatiable inside him begging for more.
Every time he’d met with you, he held back and now being able to touch you, suck on your pretty pussy. He’s going to die all over again. Your ruined moans muffled against the couch like music to his ears, cock twitching every time you do literally anything. Every single thing you’re doing is driving him further and further up a wall. Your cunt clenching around his tongue making his eyes roll to the back of his head, unashamed in how he’s devouring you.
You’re so close to cumming, hole twitching and fluttering around his insistent tongue. Hands gripping at the couch as you fight against how good it feels, “Wait– wait– Satoru~” voice soaked in pleasure, “I’m gonna– hah!– I’m gonna cum.”
“Uh huh,” he hums, “I want you to.” Thumb reaching up to press on your clit, “Cum all over my face, please,” sounding almost broken as he pleads.
Oh God, you can’t even reply about how he’s embarrassing and needs to shut up, thighs shaking with how euphoric it feels. Mewling in a way that moves Satoru’s cold heart, your back arching meanly into him, giving him more access.
You’re a mess for him and he’s fucking loving it, about as pathetic for you as you are for him. You’re cumming in his mouth just like how he wanted and he’s gulping it down gratefully, whining into your cunt as you finish. His hand itching to reach into his pants and fuck his own fist, out of his mind turned on.
Not stopping how he’s lapping at you until you’re going limp and even then still sucking on your pussy until you whimper in adorable distress – oversensitive. Stamping a soft kiss on your lower lips before pulling back and speaking against your soft thighs, “I told you I’d eat you.”
His words barely register in your hazy mind, taking a few moments for you to catch up. “You’re insane,” speech slightly slurred.
“Mm,” his nose brushes along your skin, you smell overwhelmingly good, “Insane for you.” Asking desperately, begging, “Can I please bite you, pretty?”
Mind flashing back to how his fangs looked when he smiled at you that time, cunt pulsing at the thought. Mumbling out, “I thought I wouldn’t taste good.”
He laughs, lips on your skin, “I lied.”
Words spoken low and shooting straight through you. You must be delirious because you’re agreeing, nodding your head, “Okay”
Not even waiting for you to really finish your confirmation before biting into your soft skin. His head immediately getting dizzy from how good you taste, delicious on his tongue as he drinks you down again in a different way. He’s growing addicted to you, in every sense of the word. Completely drunk on the taste of you.
You’re confused on why it feels so good, pussy crying for him. Lightheaded in a way that has you feeling pleasant, lips tightly shut because you think it’ll be embarrassing for him to know. “Satoru,” you whinge.
He pulls back, lathing over where he’d sunk his teeth into. Careful not to take too much blood despite how he’s aching for more. Crawling up your body until he can kiss your lips, erection resting against your ass, “You called, sweetheart?”
Rolling underneath him until you’re facing him properly, arms around his neck. A teasing smile on your lips, “How’d I taste?”
He grins, “Divine,” hands sliding below your shirt, adding, “your blood wasn’t too bad either.”
“Perv,” you mutter bashfully.
He can only chuckle, pulling your shirt off swiftly. Groping at your tits with an obscenely happy smile on his face, “Me? I’m an innocent man.”
Surprised sound leaving you when he pinches at your nipples, he has to know his words are directly contradicting his actions. Eyes never leaving yours as he lowers himself, tongue hanging from his mouth already. Enveloping almost your whole tit in his warm mouth, tongue flicking at it.
“You’re– hnn– you’re far from innocent,” he’s killing you; you’ve never wanted anyone this badly.
It’s like he’s endlessly amused by you, eyes glinting in the light as he drags his tongue between the valley of your breasts to take your other nipple into his mouth.
Hand tugging at the shirt on his back, “Please.”
“Hm?” he lets go of your nipple with a pop, “What’s wrong?”
Glaring at him playing dumb, “Women don’t like men that are too wicked.”
“I must be the right amount then…” his hand lowers to stroke your pussy, hole to your clit, “since you seem to like me so much.”
Shivering under him, clenching around nothing, “I never said– ah!”
Two of his fingers fuck inside your gooey cunt while you’re talking, gasping for breath. It feels so good to have something inside you, even if it’s not exactly what you’re on the verge of begging for.
“You didn’t have to, sweetie,” he purrs at you, “your pussy did all the talking for you,” thrusting inside you so that the lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt getting fingered can be heard loud, “and she’s telling me she’s real fond of me.”
Satoru’s fingers are so long and slender, practiced in how they touch you. Having memorised your sweet spots when he was tongue deep in your loving walls earlier. A borderline snarl on his face at how you’re gripping his digits so tight, desperately clinging to him. He can tell exactly how needy you are and it’s astonishing to him that you haven’t just broke and asked him to fuck you properly.
His sadism is showing because he has no intent of doing any more than this until he hears you specifically ask for it. The idea of you asking so nicely to get fucked by him making his erection throb, it’s enough to get off on alone. He wants you so bad and maybe that’s why he wants to hear you beg a little.
“C’mon, pretty,” he inhales your scent, nose dragging along your neck, “beg Satoru nice and he’ll give you what you want.”
Garbled moans are your response, struggling to say much of anything with how his palm is grinding into your clit. Pulsing hot and ready around him, so close to cumming again.
“I can’t understand you with all that moaning,” fangs nicking at your neck but he doesn’t bite you, just giving you a little thrill. What you were going to say doesn’t matter much, he knows you wouldn’t beg yet anyways.
Deviously waiting until you’re right on the edge of your orgasm before pulling his fingers out and leaving you high and dry. The distress on your face has his eyes lighting up, pleased and turned on as he watches you almost cry. Your hands grab onto him, trying to pull him in closer.
“Wait!– hng– no– Satoru,” you feel cheated, so close that you felt like you were vibrating only for it to all be taken at the last second. It’s cruel of him and it’s even crueller that he looks so hot while endlessly amused by your reaction.
His head tilts at you like he’s so fucking innocent, “Did something happen?” he pouts in faux concern, scooping you up in his arms and moving you both so he’s cuddling you on the couch while you’re straddling him. Hands soothing up and down your back and shushing you, pretending to not be the cause of your agony.
Head tucked into his shoulder, muttering, “You shouldn’t be so delighted by my pain.” Jolting a little in his hold from how the dying pleasure thrums through you.
“What a baseless accusation,” he scoffs, though finding your genuine pouting endearing.
Satoru rocks his hips up just slightly, his clothed erection rubbing against your sensitive core. Your lungs seize in your chest, choked moan sounding from you as you realise exactly where you’re sitting. Not wasting any time in meeting his grinds, eager for any kind of stimulation at this point.
Again though, he stops you. Not even letting you get close before his hands are on your hips keeping you incredibly still. Forced to sit on his throbbing erection, cunt hot and leaking for him. Horny out of your mind as you’re made to sit in place and feel just how hard and big he is.
Eyes rounded and pitiful as you pull back to look at him, “Satoru?”
“Mm?” he smiles sweet at you, practicing patience you wouldn’t have entirely expected of someone with his personality.
You know exactly what he wants and is waiting for, annoyed but not nearly as annoyed if you weren’t drunk on your own lust. “Please?”
As if in a reward, he leans in and kisses you heavy. Though to him that was just step one, “Please what?”
Using your fingers to trail down his front, undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one. Looking at him through your lashes, “Please can you fuck me?”
Looking like the cat that got the canary when he grins, fangs shown in it. “Of course I can… that is…” looking down to his pants, signalling for you to undo them as well, “if you think you can take it.”
Thinking that he’s just cocky until you’re pulling him from his pants and boxers, faced with the sheer size of him. Veins pulsing on his shaft, tip flushed deep pink and leaking so much precum that you’re almost salivating over it.
Blinking at his cock in surprise, wanting so bad to sit on it but not even confident in your ability to, “There’s no way.”
He bites his lip, finding joy in the expression on your face, “You’re the one who did this to me.”
“I didn’t– I mean… how am I meant to…?”
“You can take it, pretty,” he promises, adding, “that perfect cunt of yours was made for me.”
With how you’re sat in Satoru’s lap, his eyes are able to catch a glimpse of the bite mark he’s left on your inner thigh, dick growing impossibly larger at it.
Your eyes widen, taken aback by the fact he could get any larger, “Why? Why is it bigger?”
“You’re sat in my lap talking about how big my dick is, am I supposed to be calm?” He leaves out the bite mark, not wanting you to think he’s a bigger pervert than you already think he is.
Ignoring his comment, you lick your hand and he huffs at it. Gripping the base of his cock, trying to get a feel for how much of him you’re really going to be taking. That and you want to touch him, gauging his reaction as you slowly slide your hand up to his tip, rubbing the underside of the head with your thumb.
His precum is dripping into your hand, making a mess already. You weren’t going to drag this out but when you look at him, his eyes are low and his teeth are digging into his lower lip. Dick twitching into your hold, you begin stroking him and he curses. Unable to help the way your pussy reacts to him.
“Fuck!– sweetie– you– hah–” his head rolls onto the back of the couch and he’s looking down at you through lowered lids.
He’s so aroused and it’s only making you hornier, other hand reaching for his tip. Palming over it as you stroke the base of him. His abs clench and twist as he fights the urge to fold and fuck your hand obscenely.
“You– fuck– you begged for it and now– hnn,” now you’re just playing with him. You’re going to kill him… again. “Sit– hnn– please– sit on it,” he would be almost pitiful if he didn’t look so hungry.
“Hnn I dunno if it’ll fit, Satoru,” you’re teasing now even if you feel it to be true.
“Ohh,” he huffs, pelvis thrusting up into your hand, “you think you’re funny?”
Squeezing the base of his shaft just to make him squirm, “I know I am.”
Finally finding it within himself to grip your wrists and pull your hands off him, able to see now just how much wetter your cunt has gotten while touching him. Smirking at you, “Stroking my cock turn you on that much?”
You’re blowing right past his obscene comment, “Why’d you stop me?”
“Didn’t think you were into premature ejaculators,” his hands are groping at your thighs and tugging you forward, coaxing you to hover directly over his dick.
Throwing back at him, “Didn’t think you were one.”
“I am for you, pretty,” he winks.
You pretend to swoon, “How romantic.”
“I’m a lover what can I say,” he grins devilishly, “let my dick show you.”
Taking his cock in your hand, you line it up with your hole. Still, you’re not completely confident about this, “You have to be gentle.”
Satoru feels his heart prick, “Of course.”
Slowly sitting down on him, trying your best to relax as you take it in. He’s so large that as soon as he’s stretching you open your lungs are seizing, hole fluttering around the tip of him. He’s losing his damn mind holding back, your cunt placing butterfly kisses on his sensitive dick driving him wild.
Whinging as your breaths come heavier, pausing yourself as you successfully take in his head. “Hnf– this is impossible.”
All Satoru can focus on is how your insanely tight pussy is drooling around him, cock getting slicker as your loving juices flow down the sides of his shaft. Eyes fixated on how he’s opening you up, delighting in the shaking of your thighs. He so badly wishes he could stuff you full in one go but he knows better, doing his best to be patient even though the veins on his cock are throbbing.
Already looking so ruined as you stare blankly at where he’s penetrating you, “You doing okay, sweetie?”
Nodding quickly in response, “Mhm– hmm– it’s just… so big.”
Groaning, “Don’t,” he doesn’t need you telling him that right now. Liable to either blow a load or shove it all in. “You need to relax.”
“It’s– hah– not that,” you deny, it’s not you that’s the problem. He literally has a monster cock.
He takes some of the strain off your thighs by holding your hips, supporting your weight without pulling you off his aching dick. “You’ll give a guy a complex.”
“A– hnf– a complex about having a massive cock?”
“Yup,” resolute in his answer.
“I think you’ll be fine.”
He smiles politely but drops you a little, your pussy sucking him in a bit more. Your hands fall forward onto his chest, a wrecked whimper leaving you. “Not– not nice– hng,” your words slur a little.
Trying his best to ignore how good it feels so he can playfully guilt trip you, “You’re not being nice to me,” pouting, “making me feel all insecure.”
Shamefully, you might cum. Already feeling so pornographically stuffed full, the opposite of earlier when you felt achingly empty. You could fuck yourself on this much of his dick and feel satisfied, embarrassed at how you’re able to stay this horny despite how annoying he’s being.
Forgetting to reply to him for a moment, already drunk on his cock, “I want it,” you mumble to him, eyes dazed from your lust.
Intaking another deep breath to sink down further, pussy absolutely creaming around him. Trembling around his thick cock, able to feel the thump! thump! of his throbbing veins. Brushing up against your sweetest spots so accurately that you’re on the verge of cumming. Not stopping yourself though, taking in as much of him as you can manage in one go.
Frustrated from sitting on edge for so long, wanting all of him inside you as deep as he can go. You want to feel his tip rubbing against your womb, want his precum leaking inside your gooey hole as far as he can reach.
“Slow– hah!– slow down,” Satoru warns, wanting you to pace yourself more.
But you’re desperate for it now, having come this far and unwilling to stop yourself. Grabbing his hands and interlacing your fingers together so you’re holding hands, you don’t want him supporting your weight anymore. You want to take his dick in uninhibited, breathing deep as you try to relax enough to keep swallowing him down.
Satoru’s seeing stars, your greedy cunt sucking him in devotedly and making his brain short circuit. Maybe he underestimated just how turned on you were earlier because he wasn’t expecting this from you. Your boldness knocking him off his game as he just sits and lets you use his fat cock how you desire. He’s completely yours for the taking.
His heart feels warm at your hands holding his, finding it endearing despite how debauched this whole scene is. Panting out soft moans that you clearly enjoy if your twitching hole is anything to go off of. Astonished by just how much you’ve soaked his cock, not sure he’s ever been with someone as wet and creamy as you are. He’s obsessed with it and if he weren’t so committed to seeing what you do next, he’d pull you off him and stuff his tongue back inside you again.
A delicate and shaky thing on top of him, huffing out one last breath as you force yourself down the rest of his length. Twitching and writing in his lap, mouth dropping open as you suddenly cum all over his dick. Your grip on his hands is tightening as you nearly knock forward into his chest.
Whining pitifully as tears brim your waterline, puffed out as you feel like you’re cumming endlessly. Too good that it has you grinding down into him, clit rubbing against his pelvis and causing you to jolt. It’s so good and you’ve already cum and it’s somehow not nearly enough.
“You like it that much, pretty?” He hums, not letting on just how crazed he feels at you cumming from just taking him all.
Too focused on the pleasure to be bothered to deny it, “Uh huh.” Speech garbled, “Mm– more.”
“Such a greedy little thing,” he laughs, “go on then, take it.”
You want to, you want to ride him until you black out but there’s so much of him and it was hard enough to sit on it. Thighs weak and trembling from the descent, not able to properly pull yourself off. Barely fucking yourself on the last inch of his cock, still enjoying it nonetheless. Truly, there must be something wrong with you because you feel insatiable.
His amusement is palpable and you don’t even give a fuck, doing your best to satisfy your voracious appetite. The wet squelching of your sloppy cunt is lewd and completely delectable to Satoru, his eyes fluttering with how good it feels to be wrapped up inside your soft walls.
Untangling your hands, you collapse into him, holding him close. You’d climb him like a tree given the chance. Spreading your thighs wider has him slipping that tiny bit deeper into your cunt and you’re panting against his chest. Not even able to lift yourself much at all anymore, resorting to rutting desperately into him.
“Satoru~” words spoken against his skin, lips supple and weak and sending shivers down his spine, “is– hnn– ah!– not enough.”
“Fuck–” his cock jerks at how neglected and whingey you sound.
Eyes wet and tearful when you glance up, face smushed against him, “Kiss me?”
How could he ever possibly deny such a sweet and inviting request. Leaning down to kiss you deep, getting dizzy himself off the taste of you. Your need practically bleeding into it, he’s never felt more ravenous than in this moment. Able to feel just how much you’re getting off on his hot and heavy kiss, your pussy giving away just how good you feel.
He can’t help himself either, reaching his high out of nowhere. Cumming from kissing you and sitting balls deep in your honeyed cunt. His load reaching your depths, filling you completely with how much he’s cumming. Knowing he’s just dumped so much seed inside you that it’ll definitely be dribbling from your stretched hole later. He needs to make sure he witnesses it or he’ll never forgive himself.
Moving his mouth from yours to your neck, kissing and sucking at your soft skin. Everything about you is so delicate and pliant, smooth. It’s overwhelming him, insane over everything about you. Before he knows it his fangs are in your neck and he’s lapping at your blood, whimpering into you when he tastes you on his tongue.
Pleasure rocking through him not from his orgasm or even from the taste of your blood but from just how tightly your pretty, little cunt is gripping him suddenly. Pulling his mouth off you to pant, shocked by the fact you got off on him biting you.
“Sweetheart…” he feels deranged, “you got something to tell me?”
The look in his eyes shoots through you, almost unhinged. Ravenous as he stares you down, waiting impatiently for you to answer him but you’re not really sure what he’s asking about. Too far gone in your own pleasure to really understand why he’s looking at you like that or what exactly has set him off.
Able to feel his cum inside you, the feeling arousing. Something you’ve never experienced before, knowing he’s filled your needy hole with all of his spend making your heart race in your chest. Dazed as you try to think of something other than the sensations he’s giving you, wondering if he’s going to bite you again.
Remembering he’s still waiting for something from you, lower lip wobbling, “Hnf– I need your help.”
He’s still achingly hard inside you despite his orgasm and it’s got you dizzy. Wanting him so bad, you want him to fuck you stupid. You’d do it yourself but he’s too big and your thighs are too weak.
Satoru resigns himself to not getting the answer he wants from you right now. Far too cock drunk to even recognise how turned on you got from his bite. Instead smiling in an almost threatening manner, “Do you still want it gentle?”
Nearly shy when you answer, as if you’re capable of being embarrassed at this point. “…No.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises.
You don’t even have time to process how that statement makes you feel before he’s suddenly standing up. Holding you tight to him, moving so your legs are in the crook of his arms, hands tightly gripping your hips to hold you in place. Bent over you slightly so his cock doesn’t slip from your sweet pussy, though you’re doing most of the work with how he’s damn near folded you in half to hold you like this.
Your arms are looped around his neck, holding on for dear life. Grateful for the fact that he’s so sturdy because otherwise this position would ruin the moment and not add to it. Waiting for him to start thrusting because you’re dying from the anticipation of actually getting fucked.
He catches sight of blood dribbling from the bite he left before and he can’t help himself but lean in and lick it up. Your whine doesn’t completely catch him off guard but he can’t even begin to adequately explain how much it turns him on to know you’re getting off on him biting you. Sucking over the mark before kissing it gently, he’ll cherish you later he swears.
But for now, he’s lost his mind and he’s about to fuck you like it too. Hands on your ass hoisting you up his hard cock, pulling you all the way to the tip and then forcing you back down the whole thing. Slamming you to the base of him, loud slap! resounding in the room. It nearly has your ears ringing.
Head spinning as you feel like the wind is knocked from you, not even able to recover in time before he’s setting that devastating pace. Fingernails digging into his skin as your breaths stutter through how he’s completely ruining you.
Shedding tears, trailing cold down your hot cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. The room sounds sickening, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out. Filthy, drenched slapping sounds filling your ears as he stuffs you full over and over again. Pussy shivering around him, trembling at how he’s demolishing you.
“You’re– hnn– you’re killing me, sweetie,” Satoru’s genuinely thinking if he’d been human your cunt would be enough to kill him and send him to heaven, “Fuck– everything about you is so damn sweet.” He’s groaning, ruined, “You’re never getting rid of me now, and never is a real long time for me.”
“Too– hnn– too much– hah–” puffing against him, “too good– I can’t– ah!– right there– hnn–”
He’s… giggling. He’s giggling at you in delight, “You’re perfect,” eyes bright, “hey,” he’s calling for you to look at him, “you wanna come home with me? I’ll take real good care of you.”
What the hell is he talking about, even through your tears he looks crazed. Unhinged smile still on his face as he fucks you hard, his skin is flushed and his pupils are so dilated you can barely see the ring of blue around them.
“Hng– You’re crazy,” and yet you’re snuggling into him as he ruins your pussy, all too happy for this crazy vampire to fuck you stupid.
“I’d pamper you,” he promises, like he’s really serious about it and not just saying whatever comes to mind while pussy whipped. “Let me take you home.”
One particular thrust is angled just right and hits so deep that it has your world shattering, moaned whines stuttered from your lips as you’re shocked by the euphoria that runs through you, “There!– hnn– right there– hah– Satoru, please~”
“You’re too cute,” he moans, head thrown back for a moment, working to hold off his second orgasm.
Thrusting hard where you said, tip giving kisses to your womb every time he re-enters. Using his grip on you to slam you down every time he fucks into you, throwing you around like you’re weightless and perhaps to him, you are. Happy to let yourself get absolutely ravaged by this pervert, eyes rolling as your high fast approaches.
Mixed fluids leaking onto your apartment floor, leaving behind a debauched mess, evidence of your entanglement. White creamy ring around the base of his cock from you, from your cloying pussy. You must be out of your mind because everything is only arousing you more and more.
Sensitive and worked up, stimulation too much and not enough. Wondering if you really are greedy because you’re not sure you could give up these sensations any time soon. Cumming hard around Satoru again, his tight grip on you making you shudder. Hands in his hair and tugging as you moan into his skin, his grunt he lets out only prolongs the ecstasy.
He slows to a stop to give you a break but you don’t want one, glancing up at him. Eyes foggy and wet, “More– hnn– ‘Toru I wan more.”
The accidental nickname you’ve given him has him twitching, any last bit of sanity he had flying away. Pulling his dick from you, the loss has you whining pitifully, confused on what he’s doing when you just begged for more. He drops you back onto the couch facing it, your knees digging into the cushions and hands grasping the back of it. Satoru’s hand pushes into the arch of your back, forcing you to present yourself to him.
He doesn’t immediately re-enter, too busy eyeing your sopping wet cunt. Taking his time to delight in how you tremble, mouth watering at the view. Just about dropping to his own knees to get an even closer look when his cum drools from your hole. Oh, he can’t have it leaving you so soon, positioning his tip at your hole and pistoning his hips forward.
Your pussy welcomes him lovingly, shaking and shivering around him as he fucks all his cum back into the deepest part of you. Bending down so his front can be felt against your back, his breath by your ear.
“You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” humming lazily, too involved in how good it feels to reply properly. Probably not even capable of anything coherent enough in this moment anyways.
“Hey, sweetie,” he talks low, “since you seem to like it so much,” he licks against the shell of your ear, “I’m gonna bite you more.”
He gets exactly the reaction he’s looking for, your cunt dripping lewd and enthusiastically around him. Broken little whimpers leaving you as you shake under him, the idea alone enough to have you on the verge of cumming again. He’s not sure how he’s lived this long without you because you’ve permanently altered his brain.
“Ah, you’re too cute,” he kisses your shoulder, “I’m obsessed.”
And then he digs his fangs into your flesh, delighting in the visceral effect it has on you. He’s not even biting to drink from you anymore, only biting at you to then lathe over the mark he’s left. Wanting your reaction more than anything else, that and deeply enjoying the act of marking you. The thought of you being covered in evidence of his obsession for you, it triggers something primal in him.
You want to tell him how good you feel, how much you like it but anything you try and say is so garbled it doesn’t even make sense to your own ears. Sticking to whining and fucking yourself back onto his cock instead, hoping he picks up the pace because you can’t stand that he’s slowed down.
He’s gotten distracted with biting you, not realising his slowed pace until you’re desperately rutting back and mumbling cute but nonsensical words. Taking pity on you and also himself, giving you both what you need by raising himself upright again and doubling his efforts into fucking the whole length of his throbbing cock in and out of you.
Like this, he’s getting a good view of all the bites he’s left over your shoulders, back, even your upper arms. Literally biting everywhere he could possibly reach, giggling a little manically again. You’re just too precious, malleable and compliant to his whims. Usually giving more push back, he enjoys both sides of you so much. Finding you so interesting, loving every interaction he has with you. Especially this one right now.
He muses aloud, “I should’ve let you invite me in so much sooner.”
“Uh huh.” You agree, not just cause you wanted him to fuck you earlier but because he was so weirdly stubborn about it that it confused you. Maybe you’d know more about him if he let himself overstay his welcome more.
“My, you’re agreeable like this,” he chuckles, “such a pretty, little thing.”
His hands pull at your ass, opening you up to his ruthless cock even more. It’s too much, he’s completely wrecked you, you can’t ever date normally again – not that you could before he fucked you but especially now.
“You’re close~” He uses a singsong tone on you. “C’mon, sweetie. Cum for ‘Toru.”
His hand reaches around your front and presses into your stomach, his dick hitting different at the pressure. Your knees buckle and you almost fold into the couch, only held up by the very hand causing your ruining.
“Wait– ah!– wait that– hngg–” writhing at the weight of his heavy cock, “feels weird– ‘Toru it feels– hnn– ah!”
“It feels good,” he corrects, not changing anything about what he’s doing to you.
He’s right, it feels good, too good. It’s scaring your how good it feels, everything oversensitive and hot. Like electricity is running through your veins, crying as your grip the couch hard. Cumming harder than you have all night, whole body shaking as you’re completely shattered by your orgasm.
Satoru chokes on a groan, hips stalling as he struggles to fuck you through your tight grip. His high hitting him all at once when he realises what’s just happened. Feeling so warm and snug inside you, his moans debauched, “Oh!– hah– shit,” his teeth dig into his lower lip, “who knew a sweet girl like you could squirt like this.”
You’ve made a mess out of not just him but the material of his pants and your own sofa, it’s satisfying to him though. Fucking you through your high properly, delighting in how your cunt is just such a sopping wet mess for him, even more so with his cum leaking out around his pulsing dick.
So badly, you want to collapse into the couch and curl up but Satoru hold you steady. Pulling out carefully and because he really can’t help himself, he’s pulling back to see just what he’s done to you.
“Ohh wow,” Satoru hums happily, “you’re a fucking mess.”
He tucks himself back into his boxers lazily but doesn’t bother doing up his pants. You’re a shuddering thing on the couch, soaked and completely debauched. Covered in cum and blood and bite marks, it’s enough to get him all bothered again but he holds back.
Instead taking you into his arms, soothing, “Let’s get you all cleaned up,” and carrying you to the bathroom, he’s seating you on the cool countertop while he runs a bath for you.
You think he may be talking but you’re a little out of it, ears ringing still from how all the blood rushed to your head. Dazed and limp as you watch him move around and open your cabinets, rooting through your belongings like it’s his house.
When he picks you up again to put you in the tub, you cling to him, not wanting to let go in fear that he’ll run off like how you’re used to him doing.
His heart squeezes at your clinginess, “Want me to join you, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you murmur against him.
He immediately does, undressing completely and getting in behind you. Holding you tight to him and pressing kisses over all the marks he’s left in your skin. Gentle in how he washes you, tentative and caring as he gives you aftercare. Glad he stayed because you might’ve just passed out on the couch until morning if he hadn’t.
Out of nowhere he says, “I was serious earlier.”
You’re not sure on what he’s referring to, “About?”
“You living with me.”
Turning to him in shock only to see he’s completely unfazed. Honestly, you’d think someone who lives so long would move a bit slower. “Normally a confession comes first, Satoru.”
“Have I not done that yet?” He looks genuinely surprised.
Confirming for him that, “No,” he hasn’t.
He leans in to leave smooches on your cheek, “I like you.”
Seriously… what are you supposed to do with him?
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