cw include: black fem!reader, she’s a little mean at first, masturbation, needy!sugu, messy kisses, pussyjob??, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, they break the bed, cumming inside, some dirty talk
it’s been three days.
three, excruciatingly long days since you last spoke to your boyfriend, suguru.
why? you couldn’t even remember, but what you did know was that it was a stupid, pointless argument that resulted in you giving him the silent treatment.
you didn’t intend for it to go on this long, but the way he was so unbothered by it had you fuming more than it should’ve. he entertained it at first—giving you the same silent treatment you greeted him with, but as the hours passed, he grew rather bored of the childish game.
so he just spoke to you like nothing was wrong, even if he didn’t get so much as a puff of air through the nose as a response.
it was day three, going on day four in just a few hours, and suguru could tell you were getting just as bored as he was of the silent treatment, but you were too far gone now to stop—even if you didn’t quite know what endgame you were going for.
currently, you were both in bed, eyes trained on the tv in front of you that was playing game of thrones.
suguru was sitting shirtless and pretty as ever, with his hair thrown sloppily into a claw clip, and his glasses sitting low in the bridge of his nose.
he would make commentary every once in a while, sometimes even going as far as looking over at you, and waiting for a response he knew he wasn’t gonna get—and each time it chipped away at the imaginary wall you had built up between your bodies.
“he’s probably gonna die because of that, but him saying ‘your brother or your lover?’ was cool as fuck. i hope they spare him, though. he’s one of your favorites, yeah?”
he glanced over at you, lips curling into a small smile.
you were latched onto one of the plush throw pillows with nothing but a big t-shirt covering your naked form. your attention appeared to be on the show, but truthfully, you were too distracted by a certain need to be paying any attention.
three days of silent treatment meant three days of zero physical touch—something that has never happened since suguru first became yours.
you knew he was waiting for you to give in—waiting for you to nuzzle up to him with fat tears in your eyes, and trembling lips just waiting to utter an apology.
“how long do you plan on keeping this little game up for? starting to hurt my feelings a little bit now,” he chuckled, resting a tatted hand on the center of his chest.
finally, you looked over at him from under your lashes, and let out a long, drawn out sigh.
you couldn’t deny how delicious he looked, even under the very dim light from his bedside lamp. still, you remained silent.
“really? nothing?”
more silence.
he was a little defeated, but never fear, he had a plan. a plan that would surely get you out of this bratty funk you were in.
his nostrils flared slightly in a sigh, but his smile never once faltered. “mm, okay then. m’gonna go wash my face real quick, so hang tight.”
and with that he was getting up, and exiting the room.
you whined quietly, your face flopping into the pillow as you kicked your feet in frustration. he hated your stubbornness, but trust that you hated it even more . . sometimes.
two minutes passed . . and then five . . and then ten—and you only grew more restless as the dreaded minutes ticked by.
and then you heard something. a sound you recognized all too well.
you couldn’t be sure though, so you sat up pin straight, your heart hammering rapidly against your ribcage. it wasn’t nervousness you were feeling—no, no. that tightening feeling you had in your lower belly would best be described as excitement.
a few seconds passed, and then you heard the sound again . . and again.
at this point it was very clear what was going on.
your touch starved boyfriend was trying to lure you, his even more touch starved lady, into his arms with that seven inch problem between his thick thighs.
and unfortunately it was working.
you cursed internally at yourself as the hardwood creaked beneath your pedicured feet louder than ever, but suguru’s breathy moans seemed to be drowning out the sound. it seemed like the closer you got, the more noisy and drawn out they became. very suspicious, and very weird.
finally, you reached the door to the bathroom, and if it wasn’t apparent what was going on in there before, it certainly was now.
you could hear everything.
every hitched breath, the way his hand worked ridiculously fast pumping at his dick, his whiningggg.
you could picture him now; backed up against the sink with his head tilted back, n’ his eyes squeezed shut in annoyance because he hated masturbating when he could be getting the real thing instead.
“fuck, ( ❤︎ ).”
a whine of your own bubbled in the back of your throat at the lewd mention of your name. he wanted it so bad, and you did too . . so what was really stopping you?
suguru didn’t even jump when the door opened, his body only slumping more into the sink. he looked so pretty with his baby hairs dusting over his pink cheeks, and his dick looked even prettier gripped between his tatted fingers. in his other hand was his phone, with none other than a video of you playing over on a loop.
he almost wanted to laugh when he looked over, and saw how ridiculous you looked just standing there and ogling with your arms glued to your side.
“you need something?” he huffed out, pink tongue swiping against bottom lip.
his lips.
oh, how you missed those soft lips of his.
when he was met with nothing but even more silence, his eyes narrowed at you. “you really gonna keep this shit up? wasn’t bothering me before, but now—”
you lips parted in a gasp when he yanked you over by your shirt, your front now pressing snugly against his bare one, “now it’s really starting to hurt my feelings.”
you couldn’t find it in you to look him in the eye, too embarrassed at how flustered you became. when his nose trailed over the apple of your cheek, you shuddered.
“do you enjoy hurting my feelings?” he muttered, tongue poking out to lick over the shell of your ear.
his ears perked up when he heard your breath hitch. the quiet noise had his cock twitching pathetically against his stomach.
“baby—”
suguru was interrupted by your lips smushing into his with a light whine. first, he was surprised, but as the initial shocked melted away, so did he! his body practically entangled with yours; one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other cradled your jaw carefully. his thigh wasted no time slotting between your own, pushing nice n’ snug against your panty clad cunt.
“please touch me,” he panted against your lips, eyebrows scrunching together in pure want,
when your lips detached, he had half a mind to chase after you, but after seeing your current task, he stayed put, his chest heaving up and down rapidly.
with one hand, you were shoving your panties down your legs—although it was quite the challenge with his thigh placed firmly between your legs. he enjoyed to watch you struggle a bit, but only because of how much of a brat you’ve been.
when your hand wrapped around his cock, and placed it between the plush of your thighs, he could’ve started crying right then and there.
“that’s soft,” he slurred out, eyes gone hooded at how nice you felt. his hips pushed forward only slightly, allowing the slicked base his cock to rub lewdly at your clit.
your lips turned into a deep frown—not because you weren’t enjoying it, but because you were trying so hard not to make a sound. so, you went back to kissing him, your hand haphazardly snatching the claw clip from his hair, and allowing his silky locs to fall over his shoulders.
“mm, baby,” he moaned into your mouth, his tongue lolling out so you could suck on it. he could feel the way your pussy dripped syrupy slick from the kiss, and it was driving him crazy.
he swallowed up the small moan you let out from him cupping the cusp of your ass, his hips drawing back before pushing forward once more.
you both stayed like that for a moment, getting so lost in the kiss that you didn’t even realize how sloppy suguru’s movements had actually become.
and then his tip caught onto your entrance.
“o-oh!”
the way your boyfriend looked at you was nothing short of how a predator looked at its prey. his pupils were completely blown out, not even showing a sliver of his familiar brown irises.
“oh, you liked that? you wanna fuck me, ( ❤︎ )? wanna—wanna use me up?” his hips pulled back n’ pushed forward a final time, his tip gently pushing past your slicked entrance.
his hands stayed glued to your ass, keeping you steady against him. “just say something—anything, and you can do whatever you want to me. i’d kiss your fuckin’ feet right now if you asked,” he groaned, pressing his slightly sweaty forehead against your own.
it was quiet for a few seconds, and just when he thought all hope was lost—
“put me through the bed, babe . . please.”
suguru, a normally composed and strong willed person was anything but after those words left your mouth. in fact he felt pretty inhuman as he carried you off to the room, and did exactly as you requested.
“yes, yes, yes, yes—fuck me, fuck me, fuck—” his words were laced with nothing but lust and pure yearning as he fucked you like a madman, and even then he still managed to remain soft with you.
he didn’t grip your body roughly, or slap any of the shea butter coated skin—instead he just caressed it, and maybe squeezed softly if he was feeling frisky. this gentle behavior unfortunately didn’t apply to his cock, and it was times like this when you kinda believed him when he would say it had a mind of its own.
he was fucking you like it was his last night on earth, like after you two were through, you’d fade into nothingness instead of falling asleep in his arms.
“god, i love you so much. i’m so sorry about the fight the other day—ngh! i’m an ass, a-and you were right. you’re always so right, my smart. fuckin’. girl.”
your back arched off the mattress as you came with a weak cry, your thighs trembling violently in overstimulation. suguru continued his mean strokes with a deadly look in his eyes—a look that made you think he was going to devour you whole.
“you forgive me yet? or do you need some more persuading—mm, fuck.” his head tilted back, hips circling as his cock nudged entirely too deep inside of you.
“o-oh fuck! i forgive you, baby, i forgive you! jus’ pull out a little okay?”
that was the first full sentence you’ve said to him in three days, and god did it have him ready to bust a nut.
with a groan, he slung your legs over his broad shoulders, and pulled out only justtt a little bit before beginning a steady rhythm. his body hunched over yours like a dog in a rut, and all you could do was relax, and let him melt into you.
“you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah? k-keep talking so i can fill you up,” he all but growled, his tongue now tracing over your kiss bitten bottom lip.
“y-yes . . feels so good, sugu.”
he winced when you pulled at his hair, his hips stuttering only a little before picking up speed again.
unbeknownst to you both—your poor bed was suffering greatly from his brutal thrusts just as much as you were, and after a few more, you finally heard a deafening crack!
the bed tipped over to the right, but did suguru care? girl . . . please.
“hah—i always hated those ugly bedposts anyway,” he breathily chuckled while scooping you up in his strong arms. he didn’t mean to be so rough when he pushed you up against the wall, but it didn’t even matter anyways because you liked the roughness of it all.
“mm, yeah they were pretty ugly weren’t they?” you giggled against his lips, full on cockdrunk at this point.
suguru smiled right along with you, his eyebrows pulling together in pleasure as his orgasm approached quicker and quicker.
the way he kissed you was boarder line suffocating. you couldn’t pull away for even a second to catch your breath, for his lips would chase after yours every single time.
“i can’t b-breathe you big brute,” you huffed, shoving the dark haired mans face in the crook of your neck.
he chuckled, tongue darting out to lick over the sweaty skin. “good. the only thing you should be breathing in is me. now cum with me.”
four mind numbing thrusts later, and you were both cumming together loud, and extremely whiny. suguru kept his face snug in your neck, his hips aggressively humping into yours.
your walls quivered around him, sending multiple signals to your brain that you were too spent, and in dire need of a break.
“shit, we broke the bed,” he sighed, his grip loosening on you only a bit. when you brought a hand up to scratch at his scalp, he made a purr like noise.
“guess its the couch for us tonight,” you laughed breathily, nosing at the side of his face so softly, he almost thought he was imagining things.
“just promise me one things,” his head removed itself from your neck, eyes locking immediately onto yours, “if you love—don’t ever do that shit again. i was playing it cool, but it was torture not speaking to you.”
the small pout on his lips did have you feeling extra guilty, so you agreed—but only if he promised to rub your back after this hehe.
summary: it’s the morning after the grammys, and after a night of restless lovemaking, you decide to continue your antics before the sun even fully rises.
cw include: black fem!reader, musician!eren, musician!reader, some messy kisses, morning sex, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, dirty talk, praise n’ some real sweet talking, rennie gets a little emotional, creampie, brief aftercare// wc: 4.5k
a/n: i’m a few days late w/ this but i very much enjoyed writing itttt—i missed my rennie baby so so much hehe!! the shibari sugu fic will be dropping after this, idk when, but it’s coming fs bc i didn’t write 26k words so far for nothin!!
ᥫ᭡ you know the sun rise for you, give me that mornin’ dew . . . ᥫ᭡
never in a million years did you think you’d be here. here—in a hotel suite, tangled up in five hundred thread count sheets with your former ex, now current boyfriend again, eren.
he was soundly asleep, defined chest rising and falling slowly as his eyes moved rapidly behind the lids. he must’ve been dreaming.
you’d been watching him sleep for lord knows how long. you were once watching him in the dark, mostly listening to his even breaths, but sky slowly got brighter, giving you a better view of him. your chin rested on your knee as you took in his exhausted form, and then your mind eventually drifted to the night before . . .
sunday night—the night of the grammys.
an important night for you and eren given that you both dropped albums, followed by a couple extra projects a year prior. coincidentally, they were set for release within days of each other—his dropping only five days after yours.
it didn’t bother you in the slightest. whether it was intentional or not, you paid little to no mind to it since you didn’t want anything to do with your ex and his music. all you wanted to focus on was you.
this was your self-titled. the album that would define you to everyone in the industry and the world. no man was going to steal that shine.
but thankfully, those were not eren’s intentions. it was an error made by his team.
and he was able to explain this all to you and more when you surprisingly made an appearance to his release party. he invited you, hesitantly, to be friendly— not expecting to see you there all dolled up. the vintage dolce & gabbana you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly that night.
now you plan it to wear it to all your future anniversary dates.
a low hum momentarily broke you out of your thoughts, your gaze focusing on eren, who was quietly stirring in his sleep. his thick brows scrunched together, a pout forming on his raw, kiss bitten lips. seconds later, his features rested, low snores filling the quiet space once again.
he was so cute.
you missed him, you really did—but you were glad he was different now after being apart for almost three years.
the eren you knew before was sweet and doting when he wanted to be, yes. but he wasn’t very good at prioritizing things . . . or revealing his emotions . . . or apologizing without some kind of expensive gift to sway your feelings. he was slowly losing himself. things that were intertwined perfectly between the two of you began to unwind and wilt away.
for these reasons, you ended things. and it wasn’t pretty.
eren was heartbroken. i’m talking falling to his knees with his tear stained face buried in your skirt. you’ll never forget the way his hands splayed over your lower back, pulling you closer n’ closer so you wouldn’t leave. or the way his voice cracked when he tried to explain why he just wasn’t being a good boyfriend. he asked—pleaded to know what he could do to fix it, what he could give you to fix it.
but it was too late for poor rennie. you were already too far gone and confident in your decision.
he eventually let you leave without any kind of fight, and after sitting outside his house for a good forty five minutes, you left.
eren wasn’t afraid to spill his broken heart and frustration into his music, andit did numbers of course. but it also had fans talking. things were escalated even further when they noticed eren was completely wiped from your social media. people were devastated to hear that their favorite couple were broken up to say the least.
you didn’t say much about the breakup at all besides for one interview where you simply said, ‘sometimes people just outgrow each other.’
it was already hard enough dealing with it on your own—the last thing you wanted to do was do a deep dive of your failed relationship with some stranger who was getting paid to milk the story out of you.
but you did drop little hints every now and again in your music about your healing heart and the relationship you mourned.
after a few months things went back to normal in your world, but eren still lingered in the form of flowers. birthdays, holidays, whenever you won an award—you were always gifted with an expensive bouquet, along with a handwritten note.
he was actually able to secure himself a dinner with you with flowers. a luxury bouquet of peonies and roses with a card congratulating you for your self titled going number one, along with a dinner invitation to celebrate you and your craft.
he wasn’t a sore loser about coming up second. he was excited for you. proud of you. he knew how much your music meant to you, and after listening three different times to all thirteen tracks, eren could feel everything you put into it.
“are you watching me sleep?”
the sound of eren’s raspy, morning voice broke you out of your thoughts for the umpteenth time that morning. a smile spread across your lips, “maybe.”
“ . . . weirdo. c’mere.”
the sheets ruffled beneath you as you crawled over to him. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you made a small noise, the ache in your thighs that you were feeling earlier returning.
“my phones been goin’ off all morning. i’d say our first public appearance reunited went great,” you mumbled into his chest. his skin was scorching beneath your lips, and the faint smell of his cologne still lingering after hours of sexcapades.
eren squeezed at your side, his fingers aligning with the bruising marks he left only a few hours prior. “i didn’t think you’d care about that shit. we looked happy . . in love . . i couldn’t imagine it going any other way.”
“i don’t care about that shit . . . but it is nice to know that people are happy to see us together again.” you were looking up at him now with bright eyes and smudged liner. his hair caught your attention, all prettily splayed across the fluffy pillow. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss those soft, dark brown locs.
you had a bit of an obsession with them. always running your fingers through them while he played on his game system or wrote music. tugging on them whenever he annoyed you or was acting like an ass—not only was the reaction cute from his nose scrunching up, but he got the message to not fuck with you.
a sliver of sunlight finally came through the window, catching your attention and his.
“god, why are you up so early? didn’t i put you back to sleep around three?” your man groaned, scratching tiredly at his head. his brows raised only slightly when you pressed a kiss to his pec once. twice.
he was still bare, obviously, and as were you. after having sex for the first time in years after the award show, you both couldn’t keep your hands off one another afterwards so going commando was the only suitable option.
yep, thats right. even when reunited for almost a year, the two of you didn’t have sex until last night. for you and the age you were at, sex was feeling very sacred and intimate—and given your past with rennie, you were very much on the hesitant side when it came to having him indulge in your body like that once more.
you thought it might irk him, make him pull away from lack of intimacy in that area. but like it was stated before, rennie was different a man. he was twenty six, going on twenty seven in just a month. his frontal lobe had fully developed it seemed, because baby boy was definitely more mature and communicative with his thoughts this time around.
that irritating ass attitude he sported, even when he first cracked open his eyes from sleep, was the only thing that didn’t seem to fade away.
but just because sex wasn’t on the table didn’t mean other . . . . things weren’t done.
you couldn’t deny that eren had gotten more attractive and defined as time went by. his hair was a bit longer, he got a few new tattoos, and he was just . . . bigger. no longer a lanky man with semi-thin arms, and small ridges for abs.
he didn’t party as much like he used to, the lack of alcohol and more time in the gym doing him some good physically and mentally. his time was now being spent either writing music, producing beats, or meditating if he had the time.
it was work work work with this man until you came back in the picture.
whenever he wasn’t working, he was with you—somewhere off the grid, and basking in your presence. it took him two months to work up the courage and finally kiss you, and as the weeks went on after that he became more touchy. playing with your syrupy cunt was as sexy as it got for him during those months, but he didn’t mind one bit.
it was all worth the wait once he was finally able to pin you down and fuck you oh so sweetly into the king size bed you were in now.
you went three? four rounds? you honestly lost track after he had you squirting from backshots around three a.m.
now here you were, head resting prettily on his chest, with his strong, warm arms wrapped around you. all while his heart thrummed a steady beat against your ear.
but there was just one problem. you were feeling rather needy again, despite the ache in your lower half.
“gimme a kiss.”
eren didn’t say anything. he just looked down at you with this blank stare on his face. then, he raised his chin up, signaling for you to come closer.
he didn’t expect you to swing your leg over his waist, and get comfy on his stomach, but he wasn’t complaining. your pussy felt . . . soft, warm against his already heated skin. he could feel the slick collecting, pride swelling in his chest that this was a sight only he’d have the honor of seeing.
“kiss me then,” he murmured, trailing a tatted hand up your side. goosebumps rose along your skin, and a familiar heat pooled in your lower belly when you finally pressed your lips against his.
it was soft, sweet. when you pulled away he was squeezing at your side, a silent plea for you to stay close. you kissed him again, and this time it was longer, a small whimper bubbling in the back of your throat.
eren’s free hand cupped your cheek for a brief moment, deepening the kiss. he suckled on your bottom lip then slipped his tongue into the soft cavern of your mouth, his chest falling in a long exhale.
suddenly, your bottom half was lifted by a pair of strong hands, and you were sat right on his dick. the length of him was nestled between your folds, and if you paid close enough attention, you could feel the veins that wrapped around him thrum against your slicked center.
“good pussy . .” he mumbled against your lips, fingers dancing down the length of your spine until they settled on your behind, squeezing the petal soft skin hungrily. “missed me too much, didn’t she?”
his only answer to that teasing question was a hard bite in his bottom lip making him hiss.
“you’re so annoying,” you breathed out, breaking the heated kiss. both of eren’s hands came down on your ass for a second time, hard, the smacking noise echoing throughout the quiet suite.
“then do somethin’ about it . . . unless you’re too sore,” he snickered, trailing his fingers over your jaw and to your lips, tracing the cupids bow with pure adoration mixed with lust.
your nose and eyebrows scrunched like a disturbed kitten, and then you were softly biting at his fingers, keeping them in place as you ran your tongue over them. erens dick twitched at the action.
he let out a small grunt when you wrapped your hands around his wrists, pinning them next to his head. “never too sore to get what i want. you should know that by now, ren.” your tone was soft as you spoke, the grip you had on eren’s wrists loosening.
you were sore, but this level of pain was nothing compared to the endless hours you would spend practicing choreography for your performances. this shit was light work.
“gosh, i mean it’s been so long, baby,” he sighed, emerald eyes twinkling in the sunlight. “guess you’re just gonna have to remind me.”
you couldn’t help but giggle, balancing on the balls of your feet as you gripped his heavy length. your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip, brows scrunching together when you swiped the shiny tip between your folds.
and there went eren making that fucking face.
that stupidly attractive face where he nibbled on his lip, and his eyes were hooded. the green orbs were fixated on the area between your bodies, watching in awe as you circled his tip over your clit.
“hah—cmon. sit on it.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, dumbly sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you in one go. it didn’t hurt as much as the night before, but that inevitable burn from the stretch of him had you wincing.
erens eyes had fluttered shut by now, a blissed out furrow nestling between his thick brows. he was still tired, and your warmth was making him overly sleepy, yet turned on. one part of him wanted to just keep you you there, and hold you against his chest while he lulled you back to sleep.
but the other part of him, the part that usually always won, wanted you to ride him until he passed out.
“why are your eyes closed? open them.” you poked at his cheek gently with a manicured nail.
when eren finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, your head was cocked to the side with a puzzled look on your face. “are you, like . . trying not to cum too quick or somethin’? your face has been twisted up like that way too long for my liking.”
“honestly? m’trying to figure out if i wanna have you keep my dick warm or ride it. either way i’m a happy, blessed man.”
“ohhh blessed, huh?”
“yes, very much so.” his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you down until your chest was snug against his own. the angle brought you much closer to his handsome face, decorated in beauty marks and still slightly puffy from sleep. his hand squeezed at your hip before making its way down to your ass. “start moving.”
you made a small noise in agreement, lifting your hips until he remained about halfway in before lowering them once again. eren let out a low hum, “mhm. jus’ like that, baby.”
he pressed a kiss of encouragement to your cheek, his own hips gently matching your pace. while one of his hands remained glued to your ass, the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at nothing else but him.
you were never good at eye contact growing up. of course it eventually got better as your fame grew, but eren’s eye contact was a bit different. of all the haters and critics that stared you down, nothing made you feel smaller and more vulnerable than the intense, longing stare from those green eyes of his.
and he knew this.
“you’re really pretty, you know that?” he breathed out, squishing your cheeks together. he was setting the pace now, his hips moving at a quicker speed that increased the noises that came from your greedy pussy. you were so wet already that it was almost puzzling to him how you were already dripping down his balls after only a few minutes of this.
but he had to remember, and remind himself daily; that he wasn’t the only one who was missing his other half terribly. although you didn’t show it publicly or privately to anyone in your inner circle, you had missed eren way more than you should’ve after the breakup. certain smells, sceneries, music . . . it all reminded you of him whether you liked it or not.
and you were only human—just a simple girl with needs, so yes, whenever you found the time to masturbate, it was more than likely to the thought of eren, his voice, his physique. the intimate times you shared together under silk sheets.
you were honestly shocked, and very proud, that you were able to resist him and that stupidly good dick of his for almost a year.
but you didn’t have to resist anymore thankfully. your mind and pride finally took a load off your shoulders, and gave you the peace of mind to finally indulge him with a soaked cunt and embarrassingly quick orgasms to go with it.
suddenly, he felt a swell of something warm n’ fuzzy in his heart, his mouth opening and spewing out ‘i missed you’ before he could even process it. he wanted retract the statement and even apologize for being so sappy. but then he thought . . . why?
why apologize for missing you? his woman.
rennie abruptly tucked your head in his neck, his nose nuzzling against the soft skin of your shoulder. he didn’t mean to fuck into you so fast, but that lovey feeling he had inside always brought it out of him.
“missed you . . missed you so much, ( ❤︎ ). missed this pussy. a-all of it. don’t ever leave me again,” he growled out, possessiveness clawing at his chest almost painfully.
your face scrunched up, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes much to your dismay. this wasn’t apart of the plan. why were you crying?
you let out a shaky breath, burrowing your face further into the warmth of his neck. “i missed you too, eren,” you spoke, soft and sweet.
i love you sat heavy on your tongue like a spoonful of honey, itching to make it way past your kiss swollen lips and into his ear. those three words have yet to be uttered by you since getting back together. why? you weren’t even sure yourself. eren found himself having the same dilemma as well.
“h-hey, come back to me. i want a kiss,” he moaned into your shoulder, his canines trailing over the sweaty skin. when you didn’t move or respond, hit bit down. it wasn’t hard, but it was enough to grab your attention.
no words were exchanged—only a bruising kiss that soon turned into eren sucking your tongue into his mouth.
it was becoming a little much for you.
his hands wandering all across your body, squeezing n’ smacking any inch of skin he could grasp. the sinful moans he let out as he suckled on your bottom lip. his cock ramming into that same spot that had your vision going blurry.
“you’re gonna cum aren’t you? mmcht—bet you can’t even hold it in for a few more minutes, right?” your jaw was in his grasp again, a teasing smirk spreading across his lips.
“mm-mm.”
with the amount of brain power you were using to scold your body into holding off a little longer, it was extremely hard to come up with a coherent sentence.
“hah, you’re lying.”
“am not.”
and then you were abruptly flipped onto your back, eren’s dick slipping out of you with a wet popping sound. he gave you no time to process the change in positions, or even give you a heads up that he was gonna ram inside with a mean ‘are to’ hissed into your ear.
it felt like all the air had been punched from your lungs, a loud cry ripping past your lips. eren hummed in content, slinging your thighs over his own along with a quick kiss to your jaw. his thumb rubbed semi-fast circles into your clit, and when he looked down something mesmerizing caught his attention.
it was you, well, your pussy, struggling to take his dick and gracing it with a pearl colored sheen of cream. his cock fit almost perfectly, and it made him excited to think about the countless night he would soon spend molding your gooey walls to take him with ease again.
“ah, ah—ren, i can’tttt,” you sobbed out, pushing a hand against his abdomen. your nails dragged down the tan skin, making him hiss.
your hand was yanked away, now pinned by your head along with the other. eren slowed his thrusts, settling for deep grinds and delicious circles that had tears pooling at your lash line. your man was inches from your face, his hair forming a brunette curtain that shielded you from the rising sun.
the action felt so intimate, like you and him were the only two people in existence.
“i thought you were tired, h-hm?”
it was nice to hear your voice. don’t get him wrong, eren loved the noises you made, but hearing you hoarsely get your words out while he made love to you was even better.
love.
he loved you. he’s always loved you, and forever will. even if the universe decided to selfishly drag you away from his desperate clutches, he’d still carry a torch for you in heart until his last breath.
he started to say something then stopped. but once he saw the look on your face the words came spilling out, choked and more meaningful than ever.
“i love you.”
and then he said it again. and again. and again—
“iloveyou. iloveyou. iloveyou.” his voice cracked, the grip he had on your wrist tightening. he closed the gap of space between you, his forehead pressing snugly against yours. “always been you. always gonna be you. i-i’m gonna be better now, yeah? never gonna leave me again because i’ll be good for you. i promise, ( ❤︎ ). i-i promise.”
three salty droplets hit the apples your cheeks, but you paid them no mind. they didn’t matter. especially when this is the second time since knowing him that eren’s cried in front of you—the breakup being the first unfortunately.
neither of you knew why this second go around was so much more emotional. maybe it was from drowsiness, or the beautiful scenery. maybe it was because it was finally settling in that this the real, and there were no more doubts from your end.
you weren’t sure, and neither was eren. all rennie knew was that if you didn’t say it back, he was bound to combust into pieces. that tough face that he sported almost twenty four hours a day was replaced with something you’ve never seen before.
“you love me right? right?” the last part of his sentence was punctuated by a thrust, rewarding him with a loud moan that he greedily swallowed up in the form of a kiss.
your head bobbed eagerly, lips parting in a sob. “i do, ren! i do love you, i-i promise.”
his thumb pushed up your wrist and trailed over your pinky, pushing down lightly. it wasn’t exactly a proper pinky promise, but it’d have to do. he brushed his nose over your cheek, “say it again. just one more time for me, and i’ll let you cum.”
the skin of his pelvis was rubbing against your clit sloppily, bringing you closer and closer to the release you prided yourself for holding back. you needed it desperately now.
“i love you eren. t-this feels safe. you feel safe. m’not gonna leave again i prom—”
your orgasm hit you like a semi, interrupting your oh so sweet words. but that was okay with eren. it was all worth seeing the look on your face as he brought you to climax. he could feel your thighs trembling against him, your wrists thrashing against his palms. he hadn’t realized how tight his grip was was until he actually loosened up.
he laced your fingers with his, shallowly drawing his hips back before slamming forward again to ride out your orgasm. his own was quickly approaching, and with a choked moan, he was finishing inside you in long, hot spurts.
“love you . . love you . .” he whispered into your cheek, drowsiness suddenly overtaking him.
he rolled over with quickness, knowing that if he stayed in that position any longer, he surely would’ve collapsed and gotten an earful about how he ‘crushed’ you.
you moved right along with him thanks to his death grip, his cock still nestled in the confines of your warmth. he was exhausted, you could tell by the glazed over look and slow blinks.
“h-here, lemme up. i’ll be the big spoon and hold you this time.” your voice was quiet, strained. a hot cup of tea was definitely needed later for the both of you.
eren made no protests as you slowly lifted your lower half, a dribble of cum leaking from your stretched entrance and down the inside of your thigh. a shower was also needed without a doubt, but you knew it would be hopeless to get eren out of bed for at least a good half hour.
once you were settled on your back, eren was latching onto your side like an oversized koala. his head was resting in the crook of your neck, and one of his long legs was draped over both of yours. you almost wanted to laugh when he blindly searched for your breast, tatted hand squeezing it gently three times before going limp.
“i’ll get up soon, i swear. ‘know you gotta get up and pee.”
“i also need to get in touch with mika. she wants me to do this interview—”
eren made a grunting noise in annoyance, plus lips pushing into a sleepy pout. “babyyy, i thought we’d get the day to relaxxxx.”
“we are, silly. if you would’ve let me finish, i was gonna say she wants me to do some interview in the next couple days.” your fingers ran through his soft locs, scratching lightly at his scalp to ease him. “don’t worry, i’m still all yours today you big baby.”
suddenly, eren was lifting his head, that needy expression he had only minutes ago now replaced with his signature glare. he didn’t say anything at first, emerald eyes looking you up and down until they eventually softened.
his head was back in its rightful place, his hand squeezing at your breasts once more for comfort. “not a baby,” he muttered into your skin, the vibrations tickling you.
“maybe not a baby . . but you’re definitely mine.” the line was cheesy as hell, and you knew it. but eren definitely seemed to enjoy it given the gruff laugh he let out.
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it was a place you frequented often..finding it to be your safe haven and place of solace. Aisles and aisles of literature with every genre imaginable..from novels chocked full of fantasy, mystery and romance that you could immerse yourself into as a means to escape reality to the comics and manga that had you working extra hours just so you could scoop up the next volume or two. Visiting every couple of weeks or so, but you’d never imagine that your best friend..with a few extra benefits and fellow nerd would be traipsing behind you, scouring the shelves to add to his own collection.
“Thank you for coming with me, Ony. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”
“You playing right? Of course imma come with you..besides, I could never get my homeboys to go with me so it works out perfectly.”
you’d frolic about in your white flowing sundress with the pink carnations enmeshed in the pattern as this tall man with the stocky build, wire framed glasses and a tapered fade followed suit. He’d decided on grey sweats, black and white Dunks with a plain white tee and a silver necklace thrown around his neck for his ensemble..one thing was for certain: the two of you looked like polar opposites and he definitely didn’t fit the bill for being the absolute geek he was; that much apparent by the glares from the store clerks who recognized you. Little did they know this man would rattle their ear off about his fifty model airplane builds, all his knowledge about piloting, his love of space and buy out their entire stock of Star Wars and DC merchandise if he laid eyes on it. He got so excited when it came to his special interests and you thought it was adorable.
“Aye, look. They got the new volumes. We should both get a copy.” “Ony, look. This is the book I was telling you about, I think you’ll really like it, it’s up your alley.”
the two of you were like little kids running about through a store full of sugary delicacies. Excited and thrilled to be sharing your love of literature with one another. You’d grab various pieces that piqued your interest before retreating to the in house coffee shop for a seat and an iced refresher. Having stolen glances of your figure as he trailed behind you all day, Ony became increasingly flustered when seeing your pretty face, surrounded by those tufted curls and donned with that gorgeous smile..covering it up with the spine of the book.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because I like beautiful things, ‘can't help myself....”
complimenting your outfit, telling you how cute you looked in those round glasses. Teasing you relentlessly until you felt as if you were going to implode. Honestly, if anyone had said that a man as handsome as Onyakopon would be sitting across from you, fanning out over comics and being equally as infatuated with you, you’d call them a liar. But alas, here you were…it only made matters worse when he’d ask to see your piece of literature and after a few seconds of resistance, he’d grasp it and find himself greeted with quite the spicy excerpt. It was a black erotic fantasy novel by an author you’d followed for years. Many nights you sat in your room, immersed in her descriptive, detailed stories. This one in particular was about a young witch from a long bloodline of renowned practitioners who falls for the rival warlock and in this scene in particular, the two are engaging in a rather salacious exchange..in the public eye! Something that was admittedly so, a fantasy of your own. When Ony began to scan the pages, you could see his very visible reaction.
“Oh shit..so this is what we’re doing now? I see you, (y/n).” Causing you to immediately fluster in response! With haste, you’d snatch it back and attempt to cover your face in shame.
“Ignore that, I was just checking something!” but the damage was done..the seed had become deeply imbued in your boy toy’s brain and for the rest of the afternoon, it was all that would be occupying his mind…
“Yeah alright, I believe you. ‘You ready to go look some more?”
honestly, you’d do anything to ease the very blatant awkward tension. So you’d nod and the two of you would proceed to scan various aisles, scouring each section; omitting the children’s one until you’d successfully perused the entire store. By the end of it, you each had been left with a stack full of literature that had managed to fill up your hand baskets. Greeted by an overly bubbly cashier; resembling yourself with just a lighter skin tone, (y/n) went first and exchanged pleasantries with the young woman. As she’d scan your items, you’d find yourself engaging in a full blown conversation about your diverse selection. You’d talk about the various manga and how much you’d accumulated over the years. Then she’d catch a glimpse of the aforementioned novel that had spurred controversy.
Meanwhile, Ony couldn’t help but steal glances of you…his eyes just barely wavering so as to not draw too much attention but he couldn’t help himself. Admiring the curvature of your body…the way you looked in that dress was conjuring up thoughts he’d never thought possible. It was so innocuous but yet, revealed just enough to get his mind..and other organs racing. Not to mention your very visible reaction to that little excerpt he’d catch a peek of. But the best surprise was yet to come. Because once he finished paying for his things and the two of you gave a farewell to the cashier and store itself, you’d be greeted with quite a nasty storm waiting on the outside. Heavy rain droplets, thunder and lighting all filled the atmosphere and needless to say, neither of you were prepared. You’d heard rumblings earlier but it seemed that you two had been in there so long, it snuck up unexpectedly.
“You wait here and I’ll go pull the car around.”
It was his first instinct in that moment to protect you and as sweet as you found the gesture, it was also pointless. There was no need in him making the extra steps and you’d both end up soaked regardless.
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. Let’s just make sure our two hundred bucks doesn’t go down the drain.” Referring to the copious amounts of literature you’d just obtained and it truly would be disheartening to watch it all become water logged.
For safety reasons, you’d reach down and remove your sandals, curling them around two of your fingers. You’d hook arms and clutch the hooks to your chests, ensuring they were covered as best as possible. Together, the two of you would brace the tough terrain, sprinting towards the vehicle. It was almost kind of fun and romantic, despite the chilling rain pouring over your skin. Even so, you guys would reach your destination and promptly enter the safety of the four door sedan. Figuring it’d be a little more spacious than his two seater sports car but he didn’t mind driving so that you could get a rest; as you had to travel a lot for work.
“Oh my gosh, that rain is freezing! I really wish I had brought my jacket in or something…now my dress is all soaked—“
Amidst your rambling, Ony’s eyes had once again resurfaced back to your frame. This time, fixating on said dress…looking at how tightly it clung to your body. Specifically your breasts and how those nipples poked through the material. They were all such lewd and inappropriate thoughts but he certainly could not deny the fact that you stirred up those feelings for him.
“I’m sorry, I’m just ranting…here, let me look in the back and see if there are some spare clothes. I’m sure I have something.”
“Nah, you good, baby. I’m sure it’ll stop soon—“ but before he could halt you, you were already crawling to the back as you’d spotted a pair of jeans, a tank top and some sweats and a t-shirt he could slip into. Not to mention, it didn’t seem there were any signs of the rain slowing down and there was no need for you guys to sit in wet clothing. He’d turn on the car and shift it over the heat to provide warmth.
“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, we might as well get comfortable.”
And comfortable would be an understatement! Because he’d take it as an opportunity to make his move. If for nothing else, to get you all flustered and bothered, in hopes of some action for later on. As you’d make your way to the spacious rear, he’d follow suit, causing the car to rock a little.
“Yeah…by comfortable, you mean get naked, right?”
“That is not what I meant, you pervert. I was just saying..”
And before long, you’d find him tickling you and eventually, it’d end in a makeshift makeout session…tousling around in the back and naturally, him teasing you throughout the whole ordeal. Suckling on your tongue and mimicking your tone as his hands ventured all over your frame…helping to remove those damp fabrics. But just as he began to work you out of it, you’d squirm and giggle, pressing your palms against his chest. Not that you didn’t want this moment to transpire and you weren’t feeling him….however, there was a bit of a secret that you had been harboring all day..
“And what were you saying? Hmm? What you tryna’ say?—“
Finally rendering you nude; tugging those panties off with his teeth, Ony would part your thighs to move in between them and of course, catch a glimpse of that sweet center he’d been craving all day long. But it was what you had just a few inches lower that would take him by surprise.
“Oh shit…
Just between those plump asscheeks, resided a metal plug, decorated with a blue jewel in the center. You’d been waiting all day to get him home and reveal the secret but this worked just fine as well! The inspiration behind it? The very book you were just discussing. Because in one of the chapters, the rival warlock forces the witch to wear various toys underneath her clothes to a village party…with an anal plug being one of them so that he could ‘train’ her. Eventually, after teasing her with a controlled vibrator from across the room and all but forcing her to drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, he rewarded her good behavior and ‘participation’ by fucking her senseless in one of the rooms at the manor at which it was being hosted. He’d perform anal sex on the witch for the first time that had her frightened to begin with and by the end, left her mind blank and the sheets splattered with her cum. She’d go from pleading for him to not to thanking him for every thrust and hitting spots she didn’t even know were possible.
“Don’t be shy now…spread those legs f’r me, baby. We not gon’ act like we ain’t see that.”
Cackling as he ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, Ony heavily sucked his teeth with a mouthy groan…ingesting the sight and becoming instantly aroused. That much shown by the tent in his boxers.
“It was supposed to be a surprise for later….but you caught me.” With your knees curled up to your chest and legs parted, you’d shamelessly toy with your clit right in front of him. Squeezing those plump breasts and pinching your stiffened nipples, (y/n) would tease those folds, stirring up the slick and emitting those soft, adorable moans he loved so much.
“Well I ain’t mad about it…I just didn’t know you’d be into some freaky shit like this. Matter of fact…lean up f’r me. I got you..”
Taking his hand, you’d get adjusted in the seat until those legs were parted to each side and he was beside you. Tugging down the remainder of his bottoms, Ony would unveil that thick, veiny cock that had been throbbing since he’d first laid eyes on you today.
“..got my shit all hard, baby. I’ve been wanting your pretty ass all day. You have no idea…”
He could barely be sated as is. But when you’d reach over to grasp his shaft, stroking it with that cheeky grin on your face, he nearly lost his mind.
“Yeah? Then tell me…tell me how bad you want me..” taking the reins for once; displaying just how vehemently horny you were for your man to be. (Y/N) lowered your head and began teasing that tip…wrapping those lips around it and eventually bobbing up and down on that shaft. Coating the thick, dark member in saliva as he tossed his head back against the seat. Those guttural, deep moans sounding so sexy…
“Oh fuck…I want you so bad, baby…want you to eat my fucking dick up..wanna fuck that pretty asshole..make you come—” barely able to guide you along. But you needed no help whatsoever. Placing those hands on his thighs, you’d begin to engulf him whole; taking a solid five inches into your mouth at once. The sounds of you choking on his cock only serve to arouse you even more. Meanwhile, he’d spot those fingers working in and out of that wet cunt and decide to take it over…
“Let me finger this lil’ wet pussy…know that shit so tight..”
Shoving those much thicker digits in, he’d aid you whilst devouring him whole. Which in turn, only made you even more salacious. The way your lips suctioned around his dick and that tip hit the back of your throat, Ony knew he was in for both a treat and some serious trouble. You wouldn’t let up until his legs were trembling and he exploded inside of your mouth.
However, he had a different set of plans and suddenly, you’d find your hair tangled in the grip of his fingertips. Tugging you up gently, he’d shove his tongue into you mouth for a savory kiss…tasting both of your remnants. Followed shortly after by his fingers being glided down your throat until you slightly gagged for him. Which left you both with smiles on your face.
“You so sexy…and freaky. I love you.”
“I love you too…now fuck me..please.”
Panting like a starved feign, practically drooling to feel him inside of you. Ony naturally obliged and helped you adjust until you were planted on all fours and ready for him.
“That’s it, arch that back f’r me, baby.” Encouraging as his strong hands glided up the curvature of your spine and eventually back down to those plump cheeks; brandishing each of them with a smack. Slowly, he’d spread them apart and eventually revealing that metal plug fully. You were pulsating, that tight entrance suctioning around the far end and once he began to slowly tug it out, you’d find yourself whimpering and moaning. He’d glance down a little further to see that your cunt was glistening as a result of that stimulation all day.
“Yeah…you ready f’r me. Spread that ass…hold it open.” Becoming a little more firm in his commands as he prepared to glide in. Gripping the base of his shaft, Ony stroked himself a few times before providing you a little more lubrication with a glob of saliva and his thumb momentarily, working those compact muscles.
(Y/N) let out a soft whimper, cursing under your breath from the pleasure…alas, that was only the beginning. Because once he was done, he’d make the transition into becoming one with your body. Truth be told, you both were a little nervous…it wasn’t the first time you two had done these sorts of activities but it certainly had been quite a while. However, lust, hormones, pure love and the sheer heat of the moment had caused you to make a decision to spice things up. And Ony was more than willing to participate in the antics! After a few seconds, he’d grasp your waist and pull you towards him. Eventually, that tip would prod into that warm hole and before you knew it, you were three inches full of his fat dick.
“Oh…fuck! You’re so tight…feels too fucking good.”
Unable to concoct a full sentence, Ony would suck his teeth and huff as he made home inside of you…that wet flesh clutching around him for dear life. Meanwhile, you’d grasp the door handle for leverage and allow him more room to maneuver. He’d start with a few gentle strokes, pushing in ever so slightly as to not hurt you. But he didn’t want to tease you too much as he could tell that you were overly aroused at this point; drooling from all of your orifices. Once he made it to his third one, you’d feel his hand come down once more with a forceful slap against your ass and soon, he was hitting his stride.
“Yeah…that’s it…take that dick, beautiful. Take that fucking dick…”
His deep drawl ringing out in your ear as those strokes grew a little more fast paced.
“Fuck! Yes, give it to me, Ony. You’re making me feel so good!”
Whimpering and crying in that sexy little tone he loved so much. The feeling of those heavy balls slapping against that clit in tandem only increasing the pleasure. Eventually, you’d begin to meet his thrusts, letting that round backside ricochet off of him.
“Mmhm…yeah I know, baby. I’m digging that lil’ ass out, ain’t I? Got you creaming all over my shit..”
“Yesss, daddy. Fuck…oh my God, you’re gonna make me come.”
which was all of the motivation he needed to keep drilling into that entrance. He barely lasted anytime in your pussy but this was by far even harder and Ony wasn’t certain if he could take anymore. But he’d keep pushing through…especially when you’d continue egging him on with those sweet whimpers and adorable moans; telling him how amazing he felt and how good he was fucking you. Those loud, wet sounds and the collision of flesh filling the car. All either of you could do was thank the heavens that it was still raining cats and dogs outside, which served as a makeshift partition to your lascivious activities.
As your eyes began to trail to the back of your head, he’d reach around and grasp your throat; lobbing spit into your mouth once again..
“Kiss me..”
Desperately begging in succession as he sloppily slathered you in pecks. The two of you clinging onto one another as if you couldn’t breathe without the other. Eventually, you’d feel that knot sweeping up in your belly and without warning, you’d explode all over him; releasing a rain of squirt onto the seat. “Oh shit!”
“That’s what I’m talm’ bout, make a fucking mess..” but eventually, he’d find himself right behind you, mirroring the same sentiments.
“…I’m bout to come, baby. Swear to God, imma bust a nut in this lil’ ass. Can I nut in it? You gon’ let me?..”
Begging like a man unhinged and desperate to breed you. And naturally, you’d have no other answer than to grant his wish.
“Yeah! Please—come in me, come in this ass!”
Reaching back to pull him in closer. Unable to maintain his composure, Ony made those last few thrusts count with rapid speed before pausing and emptying every drop of his seed into your body.
“Fuuuuck! Fuck…I love you!” Finding himself curled over onto your frame.
“I love you too, Ony. I love you so fucking much.”
Smiling as your faces met once more. As you both came down from those highs, he’d examine the aftermath around you both and begin to laugh.
“You know what? I’m never going out with you again. You ain’t nothing but trouble…”
“Yeah, I doubt that. You know I’m worth every bit of it.”
And of course, he was inclined to agree. Placing a kiss atop your forehead as confirmation.
“Damn straight…I ain’t never coming up off of you.”
This was certainly a trip to your favorite destination neither of you would ever forget!
authors note: y/n is written to be raceless despite being influenced by the picture! wish i had posted this during coachella weekend but i didn’t have the time ugh (you can tell this was rushed)
synopsis: after eren pulls y/n on stage at coachella, he refuses to let her disappear when the show’s over
content warnings: singer!eren, influencer!y/n, on stage flirting, on stage touching, teasing, slightly leaning towards dub con, kissing, p in v sex, protected sex, semi public sex, rough sex, slight degradation, praise, dom!eren
"Hope everyone's having a good night, tonight." The large, bright lights on the stage where the brunette stood cascaded over you as they shone. The crowd screamed, only having gotten louder since the beginning of the set. "Before I have to leave, there's just one more song I'd like to perform."
You cheered in excitement, as you had with all of the previous songs. After all, it was Jaegerchella. Despite the thick, evening, dessert air and the multiple sweaty hugs you had given out to your followers that night, you couldn't bring yourself to stop prancing excitedly during the performance. It was Eren Jaeger's set, of course you were going to put your all into it. You were ready to make the last day of Coachella a night to remember. If you were a little sweaty, so be it.
Singing in excitement, you placed your phone away and swayed. Your eyes were glued to the sexy man before you. The way his hair rolled down to his shoulders, having started off in a man bun and eventually falling loose and comfortably down; the teasing flapping of the collar of his button up shirt, occasionally exposing a little more than you could truly handle, that playful smirk on his face coupled with those teasing eyes as they met yours.
Wait.
His eyes had just met yours.
And, as you continued the eye contact, you couldn't help but slowly sink your teeth into your bottom lip because, fuck, you didn't know what else to do.
The two of you stayed like that for a period of time that you truly couldn't conceptualise what with the way your skin burned. Suddenly, you no longer felt the crowd push up against you, you no longer heard the screams and chants, you no longer saw any heads bobbing into your view. Now, it was just you and Eren and, fuck, you couldn't look away.
His eyes were first to remove themselves. He glanced over the rest of the crowd, continuing to sing as his set neared its end. He was passionate, serious and just so fucking striking. Even the way his hand gripped onto the mic stand in front of him with such strength and power made your stomach flutter.
And then, as the song neared its instrumental, his eyes were back on you.
This time, you could barely contain yourself. An involuntary smile found its way onto your face as you reacted instinctively to the charismatic act. In response, you saw the whites of his teeth show and the corners of his eyes crease as he smiled back.
Eren fucking Jaeger smiled back.
You watched as he briefly turned back, making a signal with his hands to his team near the back of the stage that you couldn't quite understand before he turned back to face the crowd. "Hold on." He spoke over the instrumental, his gaze floating over to you once more. "Black two piece, come here a second."
You looked down as if you weren't aware of the outfit your brand had styled you in that morning. Of course it was you in the fucking black two piece, he was looking directly at you. Looking around, you tried to assure yourself that you must've been mistaken. After all, black wasn't exactly a unique colour. "Yeah, you, pretty girl. Come up here." He nodded his head in beckoning, a sly grin on his face.
A security guard came over to you, escorting you out of your position and over to the stairs on the side of the stage. "I know you, I swear." Each step you took felt like your brain was shaking in your skull. If it were a dream, surely you would have woken up by the time you had reached the stairs. You really couldn't recall the amount of times you had pinched yourself or blinked insanely hard on the way there.
Your mouth grew dry and goosebumps raised on your skin as you climbed the staircase. But, you had experience in things like this. What with your PR training and brand etiquette, you instantly flipped a switch in your brain and turned to the crowd as you reached the top of the stage.
Giving a quick wave, you walked along the raised surface, ignoring the twisting of your stomach as you approached Eren. "There she is, give her a round of applause." The singer indicated to you, practically showing you off as the lights hit you and the instrumental looped. The crowd cheered for you, big smiles being the only thing you could see from where you were stood.
"Oh yeah, I've seen you before." As you finally reached him, you didn't miss the way he looked you over. His gaze was heavy as he took in your entire face as well as your body, refusing to hold onto any of the shame that came with checking you out.
Entertaining his antics, you gave a quick spin, feeling all eyes from the crowd on you. A hum of approval escaped Eren's lips and you caught onto the way he slowly nodded as you turned back to him. "Shit, you're even more distracting in person."
A collective 'ooooo' shattered through the audience at Eren's words, multiple people cheering and squealing. You wished you could have let out the scream of excitement that was building up inside you but you truly had to hold back.
Eren waited for the noise from the crowd to simmer down before speaking up once again. " Wanna introduce yourself?" He stepped aside, leaving the mic empty and waiting for you.
You moved to reach for it, leaning closer as you announced who you were. "Hi, everyone! I'm Y/n, L/n, I'm so happy to be up here tonight!" The crowd erupted into screams and chants of your name as you finished speaking into the mic.
"Oh, I'm happy you're up here too." Eren spoke from behind you, far enough away from the mic for no one else to hear. You turned to see his arms crossed over his chest and his biceps, as a result, bulging through his tight button up.
Fuck.
You bit your lip as Eren walked closer to the mic and you felt his hand settle on your waist. "So, Y/n, now that you're up here, don't you think it's getting a bit hot?" He clung onto the neckline of his button up, pulling it forwards and backwards in an attempt to create a fake breeze.
You grinned at the line, already knowing that it was coming. After all, Eren couldn't go one performance without leaving shirtless. "Want me to fix that for you?" Innocently, you tilted your head to the side and looked up at Eren with wide eyes.
"I'd like that." Your eyes flitted over to the dimple in his cheek that formed with the smirk on his face. His eyes were so heavy as he stepped back, out of line with the mic, that you could barely maintain the eye contact he had started.
The background instrumental grew louder as you and Eren stepped closer to one another. He towered over you, looking down at you with sharp eyes as if you were his prey. You could already imagine how viral this moment would go and you really weren't ready for the aftershocks to hit you.
"Here." You reached your hands up and your fingers intertwined themselves with his shirt. You manoeuvred the first button of his shirt through the button hole, allowing for it to undo and reveal a slight gap of shiny, tan skin.
"There you go." You didn't have to look up to know that Eren was smirking, the cockiness in his voice was more than enough proof for you.
Nevertheless, you looked up. And, when you were caught by his dark, green eyes, you immediately looked back down as your heart skipped a beat. "C'mon, don't get all nervous on me now. We haven't even started yet." He tilted his head to the side teasingly as he spoke.
"I like to savour the things I enjoy." You moved onto the next few buttons, refusing to hasten your pace as you slowly undressed the man in front of you.
"You keep talking like that and I might forget we have an audience." He bit his lip and grinned, hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you.
"Isn't the audience the reason you pulled me up here?" You scoffed, only to be met with silence.
Eren's hand closed around your wrist, instantly stopping your movements. You didn't let go of his shirt however, you just paused and looked up at him.
He leaned in further, closer to you than you had ever thought he was allowed to. His lip brushed the top of your ear before he spoke. "You really think I pulled you up here for them?" He whispered, the heat of his words making you shudder.
And then, he let go of your wrist as he returned to his previous posture. It was slow, way slower than it should have been. It was almost as if he wanted his words to stick. He wanted you to question your initial thoughts. "It's up to you if you want to keep going."
With that sentence, you almost did feel as if the two of you were alone. Nothing felt like it was for show. Nothing felt scripted. Nothing felt exaggerated. It felt... real?
And so, you continued to undo his buttons. Your fingers worked but your eyes grew distracted. All you could take in was the view of his abs. Holy fucking shit, Eren was sculpted. That was when you truly understood the importance of seeing things in person. The sight was truly something you couldn't recover from.
"You're enjoying this a little too much for someone who thought it was just for show." Eren chuckled as you reached the final button.
"You talk as if you didn't look at me the same way when I came up." You completely undid his shirt, fanning each side out so that the shirt could reveal what the crowd wanted to see before he turned to face them.
"Seems like things are getting pretty steamy between us." Eren raised his eyebrows playfully and then walked back to the microphone. "I think it's about time we cool things down, huh?" He called out to the crowd, placing his hand behind his ear as he anticipated the audiences reactions.
Crouching down, you reached for the water bottle next to his microphone stand before stepping back once again. Eren joined you, spreading his shirt apart and leaning his head back.
You raised the bottle before tilting it down, allowing the water to flow over Eren's torso and pool on the floor of the stage. Eren dragged his hand down his abdomen, following the stream of water as it trickled down his body. The cheers grew insane and you were starting to wonder if the chemistry Eren had with the other girls he had done this with was ever this strong.
Your silent question was immediately answered when Eren grabbed a hold of the water bottle in your hands, breaking the act completely. "This okay?" He rested his free hand on your lower back, pulling you slightly into him.
"Mhm." You nodded, leaning slightly back as you watched Eren lift the bottle similar to how you had. Closing your eyes, you let him flood your upper chest, feeling the water trickle down and underneath your top. It dipped down between your tits before running your stomach and partially soaking into the hem of your skirt.
You gasped at the feeling, opening your eyes to see Eren staring at the flow of water. "That's hot." He muttered before looking you in the eyes. "Can I try something?"
"Whatever you want." You traced the wet mark that the water had left on your skin with your finger.
Before you could properly comprehend what Eren was planning, he began to lean into you. Your heart quickened and your eyes widened slightly before the lights cut out and the music ended. Almost in sync with the final beat, you felt the warm wetness of Eren's tongue against the skin of your sternum.
Gasping, your hands immediately reached for Eren's nape as he moved his head up to lock a stripe along your skin. He held you tightly, his hands clutching deep into your lower back as his tongue moved along you. He didn't stop until he reached the base of your neck, the complete darkness not being enough to stop the burning of his gaze on you.
"Were you supposed to do that?" Was all you could muster as the chatter and confusion of the crowd swarmed back into your ears after tuning them out. You were confused yourself at the act but, you couldn't imagine how confused the crowd probably felt. "Everyone probably thinks we just kissed."
"Do you want to?" He cupped your face in the dark, his large hand immediately sending heat to your cheeks.
You would have said yes in a heartbeat if it wasn't for Eren's security immediately approaching both of you. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed the big white letters on their shirt as they separated the two of you. "Alright, off stage." Was all that was instructed of you.
"Wait." Eren interjected, lightly reaching for your shoulder. "How about I take you backstage?"
Pursing your lips together, you tried— and failed— to hide your joy. "I'd like that."
"You're good, she's with me." Eren swatted off the security guy before leading you to the back of the stage.
You couldn't fully comprehend where you were going. After all, your heart was fluttering so much you were getting way too lightheaded. Even just trying to walk without fainting was difficult. The last thing you were thinking about was where you were going. You simply let Eren lead the way.
The bass of Eren's instrumental still rung in your ears as you replayed the moment that had just occurred. Your skin prickled with fluster and the hand that Eren held on your lower back as he guided you through areas you hadn't even known existed started to make everything feel extremely real.
As you approached an empty, closed off field of trailers, your stomach bubbled with giddiness. It was hard to pretend like you didn't feel like you were about to blow up in excitement. Eren's trailer was far, pretty secluded and a long distance from the rest of the celebrities which you were sure to have passed on the way.
"That was..." You sighed as you approached the front of Eren's trailer, the reality of seeing the big letters spelling out his name making your skin prickle. "That was really hot."
"Yeah?" Eren quickly raised his eyebrows with a teasing look on his face.
"Yeah. I hope you got the clip you wanted." You teased back, slightly chuckling as Eren opened the door for you. His trailer wasn't anything new. It was slightly messy with a few jackets and shirts tossed around but, it was also very comfortable and personal.
"You really reduced that all to content?" Eren scoffed, slightly amused by your comment.
"Well, yeah. You pull girls onto the stage at every concert." You leaned against an empty wall of his trailer, crossing one leg over the other.
"But they never look at me in the same way you did." Eren sat on a couch perpendicular to you, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Your eyebrows raised at his words. "How did I look at you?"
"You looked at me with wild eyes." He looked up you, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Like you were silently begging for more." His eyes narrowed.
"So does every other influencer you pull up onto the stage." You shrugged. "It is my job to play along." You placed emphasis on the 'is' as you spoke, trying your best to act natural.
"Even when no one's there to witness it?" Eren's head tilted to the side in questioning, his tongue reaching into the corner of his cheek.
You briefly pulled your eyes away from Eren to glance around. "What are you saying?"
"There are no cameras in here. No one ever finds out what happens backstage." Eren sat up straight, his hands flattening against his thighs. "No other influencer has ever been in the position you are in."
Scoffing, you blinked hard as you tried to grasp onto what Eren was letting on. "Really?"
"Because if they were doing it for their fans, they'd stop as soon as the set ended." His voice slowed and the signals you were getting from him grew even stronger. "But, here you are." He reached his hands out to you, as if he were showing you off. "Wanna keep pretending this is for your followers?"
Swallowing hard, you brought your arms up to your chest, crossing them over each other. "I never said I didn't like what happened on stage."
"I know." He stood up, your eyes lifting to meet his gaze. "Because, you could've told me to stop." He took a large stride over to you. "But you didn't."
"Yeah, maybe I didn't want you to stop." You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip.
With that, he took another large stride and stood right before you, tall and menacing. "And that's why I didn't stop." His canines exposed themselves. "Because I knew you fucking loved it."
You looked him dead in the eyes, refusing to cower in front of him. "But you're telling me none of that was for the fans? Or even Jaegerchella?"
"Fuck that. I was more interested in seeing how wild you really were." He brought his hand up to your side, his palm settling in the divot of your waist as he leaned in closer. "I wanted to know how far you'd let me go."
"And, did you find your answer?" Your eye line shifted from his left eye to his right and back to his left.
"I'm still trying to figure that out." His voice dropped an octave as he trailed his hand up your side. Your heart pounded against your chest as his hand caressed the side of your figure, eventually reaching your jawline.
"Let me know when you do." You tilted your chin higher as you kept your composure.
Your words only made Eren smile devilishly as he leaned in closer to you. "Say stop." He whispered, his face inches away from yours. You stayed quiet, the only noise being your laboured breaths as your lips grew so close you could feel the heat radiating off of Eren's. "Yeah, that's right. There's my answer."
Your silence was enough of an answer to invite his lips onto yours. Your mouths crashed against each other in a frantic storm of passion and built up lust. There you went, reaching for his nape and pulling him further into you. Eren was good. He was so fucking good you could already feel the heat between your legs starting to form and he had barely even touched you.
It was as if he was teasing you that entire time. The lingering touches in the parts that were intimate enough to keep him on your mind but not severe enough to have you fighting your urges. The way he stared at you with a hunger in his eyes made you feel so exposed, so desired and completely at his mercy. With each note of his voice, your stomach would swirl with heat and you desperately tried to mask it as nerves but you knew this feeling all too well.
You were turned on.
All it took was for Eren to look at you, hold you and speak to you and you were immediately turned on.
You clawed at his nape, slotting your nails through his brown locks as you pulled him closer. Humming, you felt your eyelids involuntarily flutter at the feeling of his hot wet tongue sliding through and parting your lips.
One of his hands was firm on yours waist, his other hand reaching up to cup your face as he leaned into you, his entire body pressed hard against yours. He was warm, the dents of his abs sliding up and down the bare skin of your stomach.
You were close to each other, so fucking close and it felt so good. It felt so natural. And, for a brief second, you completely forgot that you were making out with Eren fucking Jaeger against a wall in his trailer at Coachella.
You barely had the time to mentally spiral before Eren's words flooded your ears. "Are you single?" He whispered as his hands impatiently traced up and down your sides.
Nodding, you answered quickly. "Shouldn't you have asked me that before all of this?" You gave him an 'are you serious' sort of look.
"Your body was doing all the talking before." He brought his thumb up to your lip, swiping it against the membrane and coating his finger in the remnants of your shared saliva.
"How could you tell?" You tilted your head to the side.
"The way your legs squeezed together." He started, inching his face closer to yours once again. "Like you're trying to restrain yourself." He chuckled, deep and menacing. "But you can't hide your attraction." Slowly, he shook his head as he talked down to you.
"Maybe you misread me."
"Yeah? Well, care to explain why your nipples are poking through your top right now?" He pulled his head back to meet your eyes, a grin on his face. "You can't blame it on the cold, we're in the dessert."
Your words hitched in the back of your throat, erasing before you could come up with a full excuse. Heat filled your body and suddenly, you were aware of every goosebump that littered your skin. Eren slightly chuckled at your fluster and his eyes grew heavier. "You should see how good you look right now."
And, with that, his lips were on your neck. He licked, nipped and sucked, the tingling of your skin flowing through to where you needed him the most. You were horny. So horny that just having Eren kiss your neck was enough to have you trembling.
Your breathing grew laboured and your eyes fluttered shut as Eren touched and teased you, moulding you into a pile of pleasure. But, just as Eren riled you up enough to cause weakness, his lips were back on yours.
His mouth was warm, wet and full of even more arousal than before. It was like you could taste the lust emanating off of him and only feeding further into your own. "God, you're fucking amazing." Eren whispered against your lips before wrapping his arms around the small of your back and pulling you into him. "Just touching your skin turns me on."
At his words, you practically folded. A moan slipped out, scooting past your lips and floating in the air. Eren hadn't even fucking touched you.
He let out an intrigued hum in response. "You're naughty." He smirked. His face remained inches from yours as his large, warm hands roamed your body, clutching onto any exposed skin he could reach. "You know how I can tell?"
"How?" You breathed out, somehow completely at a loss of words.
"Because you acted like you weren't expecting this. Now, look at you." He cooed as he slid his hands down your front, refusing to stop when he reached the hem of your skirt. "You'll let me do whatever I want to you." He finally dipped down beneath the fabric of your skirt, his hands trailing along the fabric of your panties.
"Fuck-" Placing your hands out behind you, you tried to form as much grip as you could despite the wall behind you being a smooth metal. Your back lifted from the wall, desperate and instinctive as the feeling of Eren's finger slithering through your clothed pussy sent flash waves up your spine.
"Feels good?" Eren smiled, his middle finger increasing its pressure of your clit with each slide up and down. You hummed in approval, nodding your head as your legs spread slightly to accommodate Eren's touch. "There's not much point in me asking, huh?" His eyebrows raised as he leaned into you once again.
He kept his finger on your clit as he kissed you, his hand moving in all the right ways. You breathed laboredly against him as you tried to kiss back, the pleasure being so direct it was hard to focus on anything else.
And Eren fucking loved it. He loved seeing you like this: horny, desperate and at the mercy of his hand. You could tell he loved it just by the feeling of the smirk he let out against your lips. He loved every second of this.
"Want some more?" He pulled away from the kiss and tilted his head to the side.
"Yes... please." You swallowed before biting your lip.
"Good girl." He trailed the back of his free hand down your cheek before removing his other hand from beneath your skirt. "I wanted to fuck you so bad." He kissed your neck, making you tilt your head back as your eyes closed.
"Yeah?" You hummed.
"Since I saw you in the crowd, it was all I could think about." Eren muttered against your skin, his lips trailing lower as he cupped your tits. "You're just so fuckable. Everything about you is." He pressed his lips against your collar bone and finally your chest before he straightened out and his eyes met you.
"I never thought we'd end up like this." You let out a light chuckle. "But, to be honest, I was praying that you wouldn't just leave me high and dry after the set." After your confession, you bit your lip.
"You wanted this the entire time?" Eren held your waist as he spoke, his eyes growing significantly darker.
"So fucking badly." You admitted.
"Fuck." Eren whispered to himself before he stole your breath with the rough kiss he planted on your lips. "I'll give you what you want." He assured before turning you around.
He held you by your hips as you gripped the wall in purchase, your cheek against the cold metal as you turned at the sound of Eren's belt buckle. Your stomach swirled at the anticipation, ripples of pleasure extending through your entire body in the form of heat.
"Touch yourself." Eren commanded from behind you. Your hands dipped down, lifting your skirt up far enough for you to access where you were so desperately aching. "Get your pussy nice and ready for me."
Eren stepped away fot a bit, his footsteps growing further as he searched through a few drawers behind you. Your lip found its way between your teeth as you pulled your panties aside and traced your finger through your wetness.
As you brought your finger back up to your clit, your breath hitched. A spread of concentrated heat blistered through your skin and you rested your forehead against the cool metal as you melted into the feeling.
You continued to touch yourself as Eren made his way back to you, what sounded like a condom wrapper in hand. He was all you could think about. The way he looked at you. The way he touched you. The way he kissed you. It was all so arousing.
From behind you, a breeze formed as Eren picked your skirt up all the way over your ass and bunched it up around your hips. He was quiet for a while, standing back yet remaining stood behind you with a heavy presence. It was so intimidating but it turned you on so badly that you couldn't stop the circles you made on your clit.
That was when you heard the fapping noises behind you. He was jerking off to the sight. Fuck. "Your pussy is just as sexy as the rest of you, shit Y/n."
With his gaze on you, you inserted a finger, your eyebrows furrowing at the feeling. At his groan of approval, you smiled and turned back to gauge his reaction.
And, when you saw his cock, your legs almost gave out. It stood large, thick and flushed, hard enough for it to be significantly weighed down. It was hot, so fucking hot. Your mouth dropped open as you watched Eren move his hand alongside the girthy shaft. His movements were languid, his tip disappearing and reappearing through his tight fist. "You ready for me, pretty?"
"Fuck, yeah." You sighed in satisfaction as you removed your finger from inside you and planted it on the wall in front of you.
"C'mere." Eren caressed your hip, resting his finger in the divot between your hip and your waist as the sounds of the condom wrapper filled the trailer. Eren briefly removed his hand from you as he rolled the latex on before lining his dick up with your pussy. "Tell me what you want." He leaned over and whispered in your ear, his tip prodding at your fluttering entrance.
"I want you to fuck me." You whispered back.
"Louder." Eren teased.
"I want you to fuck me." You whined, slightly swaying your hips in want.
"Louder, c'mon." The brunette landed a harsh slap on your ass, making you yelp.
"Fuck- please fuck me, Eren!" You begged, pushing back on his dick as a silent plea.
"Hmmm okay. Because you said please." Eren prefaced his movements before thrusting his tip into you.
"Fuck!" Your mouth hung open and your eyes screwed shut at the intrusion.
"Shhh, how's that?" Eren massaged your hips, calming them from the intense grip he had on them. His movements slowed as he pulled you backwards while he thrusted up, trying to fit more into you.
"It's- fuck, you're big." You whined as your teeth clenched.
"You made me like this." Eren spoke as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his hand reaching down to your clit. "You and your perfect body." He traced light circles over your sensitive nub, making your legs tremble with overwhelm.
"Eren I-" You placed your hand over his.
"Do you want me to stop?" He pulled his hands away and stilled inside of you.
"No! No, I don't!" You shook your head desperately.
"You're gonna take it?" He moved his hand to your front, lifting your shirt high enough to expose your tits.
"Mmmyes." You moaned as Eren kneaded the fat, sinking his hand into the plush of your chest.
"So slutty." Eren chuckled, making your body shiver. "Let me fuck you like the slut you are." He moved his hips forward, bottoming out slowly as you adjusted to his size. His grip on your mid section was solid and firm, only making it impossible for you to do anything other than take it. "Are you gonna let me?"
"Uh huh." You nodded dumbly.
"Such a good girl for me." Eren dug his fingers into your skin before increasing the roughness of his thrusts.
"Oh my god!" Your eyebrows flew upwards and inwards as your eyes rolled back. You were stuffed so full it felt as if Eren's cock could burst right through your stomach. "Fuck, Eren, it feels good." You moaned out, the warmth of your pleasure building in your head and making your ears ring.
"You like that?" Eren groaned from behind you. "You love the feeling of my cock filling you up, don't you?" His thrusts didn't falter as he spoke, only growing deeper and harder.
"Oh, fuck yes..." Your body trembled at the feeling. Eren was fucking you so good. Nice and hard. You couldn't help but squeal. "Eren-"
"You sound so hot when you say my name." Eren gritted out, his grip on you tightening. "God, your pussy feels so good, you're so perfect." You felt the relentless throbs of Eren's dick inside of you between thrusts, making his words all the more effective.
Eren was so fucking attracted to you, he was actively throbbing inside of you as he fucked you. And, holy shit, it turned you on even more.
Bringing a hand down to your clit, you began to rub circles. It was euphoric, the double stimulation making it hard to stay upright. "Eren it's so- mmm!"
"It's so what baby? So fucking good?" The man behind you cooed as he continued to fuck you relentlessly.
His pace alongside the movements on your clit were making a burning white heat bubble up in your core. It grew tighter and more sensitive with each thrust until one particular thrust had you quivering. "Oh fuck! Right there!" Your stomach flexed at the feeling.
"Like this?" Eren thrusted again, his fat tip nudging against a spot that had you seeing stars. At your chocked out moan, Eren moved again, grinding directly into the spot that had prickly nerves forming all throughout your body. "Right there, huh? Does it feel good?"
"So good." You breathed out, feeling your legs grow numb. Your hand on your clit didn't stop, desperately urging you into an orgasm.
"You wanna know something, Y/n?" Eren kept his pace up as he spoke, making it hard for you to comprehend what he was saying what with the relentless thrusts that made your ears ring. "You know why I brought you onto that stage?"
"Mhm?" You squeaked out.
"So I could show you off like you were mine." He lifted his arm up, cupping your tits over the expanse. "I really want you to be mine." He brought his other hand to your stomach, pressing down on the slight bulge that penetrated through your lower abdomen. It only amplified the feeling of Eren's dick driving into the spot that made you crazy. "And I want you to know that you're mine."
It was too much. All of the pleasure was sending you over the edge. You couldn't take it anymore. "I'm gonna cum-" You hiccuped, your entire body trembling as you lost complete feeling of your legs.
"Tell me you're mine." Eren instructed, his voice clear and dominant.
"I'm yours-" You choked out.
"Louder." Eren pressed down harder on your stomach. That was it for you.
Your legs gave out beneath you and you dropped to your knees, your orgasm teetering on its edge as you shook.
It was to your surprise when Eren kneeled down behind you, wrapping his arm around your midsection as he re inserted himself into you. "I know you can take it." He groaned into your ear, sitting back on his shins as he desperately thrusted up into you.
As his fingers found their way to your clit, your head dropped back and all you could see was white. You were so fucking close. "Are you gonna take my cum?" Eren's light moan made your skin prickle with goosebumps.
"Oh my god, yes! Yes yes yes!" You cried out, squirming in Eren's grip at the relentless double stimulation.
"How about you cum on my cock at the same time?" His finger on your clit grew faster as he fucked you harder, clearly desperate to chase his high. "Can you do that for me, pretty?"
"Yeah, fuck, yes.." Your words grew shaky as you felt the solid heat pile up inside you. Your breathing quickened and your head spun as the pleasure continuously doubled. It was so good, so fucking good you really couldn't take any more.
"Make a mess all over my cock." With Eren's final instruction, you were gone. Your orgasm ripped through you, pulling a borderline pornographic moan from your throat as piles of pleasure wracked through your body.
You trembled uncontrollably in Eren's grasp, his expert fingers on your clit only making everything last longer. And when Eren came inside the condom with a grunt, the violent throbs of his cock only further extended your intense pleasure. You were a mess, moaning, shaking and squirming all at once as Eren helped you ride out all of the pleasure.
His hand on your clit steadily slowed as his thrusts came to a stop. Your head spun with the afterglow of your intense orgasm and you blinked hard, trying to pull yourself out of your post orgasm daze.
"That was so fucking hot." Eren rubbed your thigh, his other hand loosely around your stomach. "Wish I could've seen your face while you were cumming."
"Oh my god, don't say that." You instinctively covered your face, feeling your embarrassment creep up.
Eren let out a mischievous chuckle before pulling out. You pulled your top and skirt down in embarrassment, your skin heating up as your brain caught up with your actions.
"Why don't you give me your number?" Eren cocked his head to the side, a smirk on his face.
"I'm not complaining but, I thought this was a one time thing?" Your eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm not ready to let you go yet." Eren sighed. "And you're all mine now, remember?"
saying “I shut my brain off with I’m with you” to Eren and he immediately gets pissed and tells you to turn that shit back on bc yall can’t both be walking around here stupid.
venting your frustrations to your neighbor after a wellness check turns near fatal.
black!fem, plus size reader (it comes up later), plug!sukuna, they’re not together but they act like a married couple lmao, humor to angst to fluff, medical conditions, mentions of fatphobia + medical racism, arguing (he ends up apologizing ofc), reader ends up crying, comfort, happy ending, no smut in this, just some kissing and hugging (I’ll be doing a part two tho so god bless)
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I was in my feelings when I wrote this and needed a somewhat productive way to channel it. This is a tiny bit self indulgent but this is part of the lore of reader’s story. For once, I’m not horny posting so all you supposed fluff lovers complaining in the tags better run this up.
“For the love of God and everything great, Ryomen Sukuna…will you please go the fuck home?!”
“Yeah, I sure will. When I good and damn well feel like it. Now stop asking that dumb ass question before you piss me off.”
It had been the exact same tone and mood set in that apartment for three days….tense, irritable and downright miserable. A stark difference from the laughs and light, airy atmosphere that usually filled it. Those mauve colored walls and bubblegum pink decorations seemed to fade into a dull gray. Hell, it’s how the entire world seemed at the moment…just empty and void of all happiness. Hence why the two people housed inside couldn’t stop lunging at one another’s throats…
“Speaking of ass, it’s been three days since you’ve moved off of this couch. Why don’t you go wash and quit stinking up my house?”
“Yeah, it’s just ripe enough for you to kiss it. Like I said, you can stop bothering me and throwing your goddamn hissy fit. I’m not going anywhere. Seeing as how you can’t be left to your own devices.”
The words read more like an insult rather than a serious statement. But truth be told, he wasn’t joking…in fact, nothing about this entire situation was a game to him. Because just three days ago, it was a rather bleak scene taking place in this very living room…one that neither of you wanted to relive or even discuss. But it was necessary if you ever wanted to clear the air or stop feeling as though you wanted to strangle one another!
“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t remember asking you or anyone else to concern themselves with me. I’m fine, and perfectly capable of taking care of myself—“
Just as the words left your mouth, you’d be hit with an unbearable pain in the left side of your chest and the device attached to it would begin flashing. Immediately, Ryomen would jump up from the couch and rush to your side…
“(Y/N)! What’s wrong?—“
…only to be met with rejection and a swatting hand. However, it didn’t phase him. He didn’t take any of your vitriol or anger personally. Because he knew that mentally, you were at your breaking point. As well as physically….the truth of the matter was, you were dealing with a serious heart condition that had been brought on by what could only be described as ‘years of compounding stress and unhealthy habits.’ Not so much in the sense of consuming fatty foods or caffeine. But instead, absorbing people’s bullshit…people pleasing and running yourself ragged for other people’s gain. Only to be left with the possibility of open heart surgery at the tender age of your mid twenties. Even so, if Ryomen had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to sit here and watch you put yourself into an early grave!
“See?! That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You and that stubborn ass attitude…you don’t want anyone to help you and for what?”
“Exactly. For what? For it to be thrown back in my face later on? For you to control me like I’m some impotent fucking child? I think not. I’ve fought too hard to be self-sufficient and I’m not going back..”
Once the words left your mouth, it all made a little more sense to your neighbor. He’d never been much in the way of understanding the complexities that were human emotions. If he was being completely honest, he never gave much of a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own. But somehow, after almost a year of being in your life, that sentiment had almost flipped. You gave him something worth caring about and when you managed to open up to him about your journey from leaving what sounded like nothing short of a religious cult to being in your own space, he understood why you felt the way you did ... .why you didn’t want to have to answer to anyone. Coming from a background that rewarded suffering and hyperindepence. As long as it was in service to the men and supposedly God himself. You were taught to want or ask for nothing and if a time ever came like this one, for example. Where you required medical assistance…rather than being met with kindness, empathy and grace, you were met with shame and impatience. Often being told that you were taking away from the Lord. Which was really code for ‘you’re not serving these false prophets and perverts so you’re useless.’
Truthfully, the more he learned about it, the more Ryomen began to despise God for allowing you to be in such a situation. He understood that deconstructing you from this mentality was going to require a lot of time and patience, and he was willing to give you as much space as you desired…but he couldn’t be vexed right now. Not when your very life was at stake…
“And I guess throwing it all away and dying alone in the middle of your living room would be a more dignified way to go, right? You’re a damn fool if I’ve ever heard one.”
The words stung like bees to exposed flesh and you’d release a sharp gasp, followed by a nasty scowl as you scooted away from him. But he didn’t care if it hurt your feelings. It was the truth and you needed to hear it before it was too late.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was? How helpless I felt seeing you lying on this floor, barely conscious and in pain?….(y/n), I thought you were going to die. I wasn’t thinking about whether or not I was overstepping boundaries or undermining you because the only thing on my mind was what I’d do if you were gone.”
Amidst his confession, you’d see the glare in his eyes soften. There was a lot more to the story than you’d been previously told as well…he remained right beside you from the time you exited the ambulance until the day you left the hospital, a week and a half later. He’d learn that you had been born with a congenital heart disease that had been left undiagnosed or untreated due to lack of care in that hellscape. It'd never reared its ugly head until now. Which in a way, made Ryo thankful. Because he was positive those clowns would’ve let you die. It had been exacerbated by years of worry and turmoil. Now that you were on your own, you were burdened by the everyday responsibilities of paying bills, cleaning, working two jobs and trying to pursue a formal education. Not to mention the daily chores that never end and running off of caffeine to sustain.
As you lay nearly comatose for two days, sedated on medication…he washed you off, styled your hair with the help of a nurse, kept your room clean and tidy and even questioned the nurses on what he could do to help you once you came home. Hell, he even risked getting banned and arrested after a PA implied that this condition was the result of you being overweight and that you may have even been faking it in hopes of getting medication because that’s what “they” all did. All but catching the guy leaving the parking lot after work and threatening to beat him into a permanent slumber if he ever spoke about you in such a manner again.
Even when you awoke, he was there…spoon feeding you meals and doing everything in his power to make you comfortable. You’d notice that his eyes had been puffy and bloodshot. From a combination of insufficient sleep and excess crying…something he’d never let you know in a million years! Nonetheless, he showed up for you without any ulterior motive or agenda. He just wanted you to heal and be healthy.
“I don’t give a damn if you push, kick or slap me away. I’m not going to leave you to suffer alone. You’ve done that far long enough…
That very sentence caused your entire mind to spin. Your now widened gaze met his and he’d reach over to grasp your hands, hoping that you believed him.
“…and there isn’t a single thing I want to take. Not your independence, not your place or this life you’ve built for yourself. If anything, I salute you on how hard you’ve worked. I just want to do everything I can to make it easier. Even if it sounds like bullshit and every man before has hooked you on some false sense of hope. You don’t have to believe a word I say…but I will not let you waste away just for you to feel vindicated.”
In that moment, it was as if something inside of you just broke. You’d been so blinded by your need to prove people wrong and make it of your own accord, that you didn’t realize that you still needed community. You still needed people around and all Ryo wanted was to be a safe space. Someone you could depend on anytime. All of the things he’d done for you thus far never came with a condition. Which in his position and line of work, could be made possible very easily. Just then, your harsh gaze melted into a pout and eventually a well of tears.
“Don’t cry—look, I’m sorry—“
But there wasn’t anything he needed to apologize for. It was you that had been unreasonable this entire time…
“No, I’m the one who should be saying sorry…I’ve just been working so hard not to fail. Not to have to go back home and face the shame of not being able to make it on my own that I didn’t realize I was neglecting myself. And I pushed you away like a fucking idiot because I thought you’d be just like all the others…I hope you can forgive me, Ryo. I’ve been really stupid.”
Little did you know, he couldn’t stay mad at you even if you set his car on fire and robbed him blind. At this point, he was so madly in love, you could do no wrong in his eyes…all he wanted was to care for you in a way that may have felt foreign now but would soon become so familiar, you won’t remember a thing about the past. Reaching over as you both sat on the floor, he’d extend those long, toned, tattooed arms and cradle you in an embrace.
“Shut up…I couldn’t do anything less than love you…even if sometimes you give me the urge to bite through the drywall.” Playfully teasing you. Alas though, he meant every word.
“But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’ll protect you no matter what and anything you need, I’ll make it happen. Just promise me you’ll stop being a brat and let me be that for you..”
“Of course I will…I love you and I’m so thankful for everything you’ve done.”
With the quarrel coming to an end and the two of you making amends, it would seem that everything was going to be just fine. You’d have to learn to navigate life with this new diagnosis but fortunately, you didn’t need to struggle by your lonesome. You had the best support a girl could ask for.
Cupping those plush cheeks into his much larger palms, Ryo placed a kiss atop your forehead before moving to your mouth, where he’d allow your tongues to clash. Turning the tender moment into a steamy makeout session.
“Y’know, I think I have a good way to help alleviate that heart problem of yours…it’ll knock that stress right out.”
“I think you mean it’ll spike my heart rate.”
Immediately breaking into a smirk, he’d merely stand to his feet and scoop you into his grasp right after. His ability to make you feel absolutely weightless in his arms was not only a testament to his strength but his affection for you as well. A perfect analogy to how he’d always uplift you even when everything felt heavy.
“Eh..let’s call it cardio. We can get a good workout.”
❝suguru geto thought he was all alone in the world – until he found you. his muse, his lover, and eventually, his biggest mistake❞
WC 11.2k
CONTENT mdni, heavy angst, smut, some fluff too, vampire au, A LOT of blood, murder, blood drinking, depression, suicidal ideation (implied), trauma, yearning, heavy pining, suguru is obsessed with you, extremely avoidant reader, falling in love, first kiss, making out, oral (f+m receiving), piv sex, timeskips, arguments, love confessions, doomed love kinda, happy ending
A/N this is inspired by "interview with the vampire". art by @/chosoenjoy3r + dividers by @droideplane & @uzmacchiato
What does it mean to be lonely?
Not just in the physical sense. Being alone is a fact of life, an empirical truth that cannot be escaped – but being lonely? That's different.
Lonely is when you lose all hope of not being alone.
When your environment has consistently been empty, devoid of familiar faces and friendly touch for far too long. Then that feeling starts to slowly make its way inside, weave itself in through the very fabric of your being, starting to take hold and germinate like weeds in a garden.
Until the emptiness is fully settled inside.
Empty.
Devoid of hope.
Numb.
A black void of nothing.
The worst thing a vampire could be was lonely.
That's what Suguru Geto used to think.
Back when he roamed the earth alone, destined to walk moonlit streets only, seeking his prey in the dark. It was a life he had grown accustomed to, but every single time he hunted, he was hoping he could find someone else. Just one person.
One person to exchange a kind word with. A soft caress maybe, to breathe life back into this dead body of his.
Just someone like him. Who understood.
The worst thing a vampire could be was lonely, Suguru thought before he met you. Now he knows the pain of heartbreak was far greater.
Because how cruel does this cursed existence have to be, to give one a sliver of hope – and then brutally take it all away again?
You made Suguru realised he wasn't a dark void after all, because if his heart hurt this much, it was surely still there.
Dead, unmoving, but there.
It changed everything.
You changed everything.
You.
In all his years, no – centuries alone, you finally came to him like an angel in the night. Dripping in blood, the red crimson mixing with your skin and glowing under the full moon.
You hadn't noticed him straight away, which he thought amusing. Considering the amount of work Suguru had put into his stealth abilities, he was glad to see it could work even on those of his kind. It also gave him just a few seconds longer to just…watch.
You were pinning down someone under you, teeth deep into their neck as you gorged yourself. Nothing more than an animal at that point, reminding Suguru of the worst part of his condition. But such a primitive, hideous sight was made mesmerizing by you.
You were like a painter.
Blood was your ink. The street was your canvas.
Did you know he was watching? Was that why you took your time in that way?
Suguru always drank with nothing but disgust for himself, swallowing the other person's essence as fast as he could as if a quick death was somehow an apology.
Such a disgusting act shouldn't be made so beautiful.
Where had you even come from?
Suguru had roamed this continent for years and had never met anyone else.
Here you were – the answer to all his prayers. Maybe they weren't going on deaf years after all. Maybe he still deserved a little respite, despite being what he was.
Suguru wanted to cry, but he held it in so to not disturb you. The worst thing that could happen was startle you and have you ran away.
At that moment though, he had decided he'd follow you to the ends of the earth if he had to.
An odd promise made to someone not even aware of his existence yet, but Suguru was desperate – he needed you. Hadn't even met you, but he fucking needed you.
You finally tilted your head upwards, fangs fully on show, red on white.
And then you saw him.
He noticed how your eyes immediately met his, like an invisible thread had pulled you to him. The eyes of a beast, deformed like his were, an unnatural colour that matched the blood you were wiping from your chin.
Suguru saw you get ready to run away, with the way your legs tensed and your posture rearranged. But he was quick to put his hands up, taking a quiet step in your direction.
You cocked your head sideways, assessing. Understanding.
And then your beautiful lips parted.
"How long have you been watching?" you finally asked, the small hint of a prideful smirk tugging at the edges of your lips.
What a beautiful sound it was. Suguru couldn't breathe – your voice was nearly as gorgeous as your beautiful face, now fully visible to him.
You were his salvation. He was sure of it.
An angel sent from above. Or… below, in this case.
"I didn't know there were others" he heard himself say, voice shaking just like the hands he hid in his pockets; too worried of anything that might make you look down on him.
You stared at him for a moment. Taking him in, your head tilted in curiosity.
And then your posture dropped a little, less guarded and more sad. Pitiful, even.
"How long have you been alone?"
That's when the first tears started pouring out of Suguru's red eyes, his body reacting to your question before his mind could.
He felt himself sink to his knees, falling to your feet, tears spilling and spilling like they hadn't in years. Probably not since before he had lost his mortality.
You could have run away. Could have laughed at him, thought him weak like his maker had, and left to find your next victim.
To expect compassion from a vampire was far beyond reason.
But you didn't do that.
Instead, you walked towards him. Slowly, carefully, maybe even wondering if this had been a trap. It didn't hurt to be cautious, not in this world. Not for who you were.
You lowered yourself on your knees – so close, much closer than he had been to anyone he didn't intend on drinking blood from in the past centuries. And then you extended a tentative hand, and cupped his cheek.
"I know what it's like" you murmured.
Suguru didn't mean to throw himself at you like he had, but all reason had left him the second you spoke to him so kindly. His arms crossed your back, pulling you into him and crashing onto you at the same time, crying onto your chest so loud it might alert other people to the crime scene you currently found yourselves on.
But nothing else mattered at that moment.
He had found you.
His angel.
The feeling of arms around his back was foreign to him at this point – how long had it been since someone pulled him in instead of away? Since someone held him?
Your skin was as cold as his, but he could swear his heart felt warm.
And as Suguru cried tears of grief and of relief, you slowly caressed his long strands, shushing him with gentleness a creature like him did not deserve.
Suguru wasn't even sure how long you held him like that. So patient.
You were perfect.
He took you to his apartment that night – you were surprised he even had one. But in all his years alive, or, dead, really, he felt a bit of comfort was necessary. After too long roaming aimlessly, Suguru just wanted a home.
He just never expected he'd actually get to invite someone in, and expose a little more of himself than he had intended. But Suguru wanted to try.
You told him your name. An old sound, not native to this land and maybe, to any of the modern day. But you refused to say more; to tell him who was your maker or how long you had been like this, so Suguru didn't pry.
You wanted to move forward, you explained. Look ahead instead of behind. That sounded great to him – Suguru was never able to look at anywhere but the past. His regrets. The wrong turns he had made. Maybe you could help change that.
Another curious thing about you was that you didn't speak of your vampire condition with hatred at all. To you, living forever was exciting, not a curse. You spoke of lands you wished to see and things you still wanted to do.
The world changed every day and you were changing with it. It was a beautiful perspective, something he had never even considered.
But when he asked of the things you missed, you stayed quiet.
Too quiet.
"What's the point of reminiscing" you scoffed, and Suguru could tell there was a splinter there somewhere.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to–"
"Don't be" you interrupted, looking him in the eyes once more. If he had a living heart, it would have beat faster, he was sure of it. "Are you hungry?" you squinted, so good at reading him already.
"I try not to over indulge" he explained. He worried you might call him weak for admitting he hated to kill, but you seemed more confused than anything.
"It's almost dawn" you muttered. "Will you be ok until nightfall?"
Were you worried about him?
"I am used to it" he tried to smile.
You were still not convinced.
"You don't like the taste?" you asked, one brow raising as if trying to conceal your judgment.
"It's not that, it's–" he struggled with his words, letting out a long sigh. "I don't like inflicting pain"
Your lips turned into an almost smile, amused. "But you're a vampire" you said, as if he didn't already know.
"Am I?" he teased, letting out a self deprecating chuckle.
You laughed with him. Head falling forwards just slightly, your pointy teeth in full display as you let out the sweetest laugh he had heard in centuries.
"I'd assume so" you teased back. "Fangs, check. Red eyes, check" you paused, humming with a finger to your chin. "Perhaps you are just a deformed human?"
Suguru laughed with you. "I haven't seen my face in years, but I'd hope it wasn't deformed"
"No" you smiled. "It's a very handsome face"
That gave him pause, his mouth hanging open before he could blurt out the next taunt in your back and forth.
You thought he was handsome?
He had heard it often, back when he was alive. But being unable to see his reflection was one of the curses of a vampire.
Truth was, he didn't even remember his human face anymore.
"It is?" he asked, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"It is" you smiled. And then you brought your hand to his face, a single finger ghosting over his cold skin. You took your time in tracing every curve and ridge of his skin, your eyes tracking your finger like you were making a mental map for later.
"I like the shape of your eyes" you murmured. "And of your cheeks"
Suguru almost pulled you into a kiss right then, but he was left completely frozen under your touch. It had been years, no – centuries, since someone touched him with such kindness. Looked at him like something to admire instead of fear.
"How is mine?" you asked suddenly, dropping your hand despite how much he wanted you to keep going.
"What?" he murmured, like snapping back from a trance.
"How is my face?" you repeated.
Oh, he smiled, unsure of where even to start. Suguru had many words for it. Beautiful, mesmerising, gorgeous.
But instead, he said–
"I could show you"
Your eyebrows immediately drew closer, head tilting to the side in confusion.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"I can draw" he nodded to the small notebook lying on the table, some white pages scattered around it. "Would you like me to draw you?"
It was your turn to be completely frozen in place now. He could have sworn your lower lip wobbled a little, tears starting to form in your beautiful eyes, though you swallowed them as best as you could.
"Could you?" you asked. "I don't even remember what I look like"
"I know what that's like" he echoed the words you had said earlier in the evening.
Something happened between the two of you then.
One of those things only poets could really do justice. It felt like that invisible thread had tugged the two of you just a little closer.
And in your face, a myriad of emotions – gratitude. Acknowledgment. Kinship between monsters, who didn't feel very monstrous at all in this moment in time.
Suguru pulled out his materials – parchment paper and ink, while his model watched patiently.
"How do you want me?" you asked, sounding a little nervous, if he had heard it right.
There were a million ways Suguru could answer that question.
"You're perfect just like that" he replied.
Your eyes blinked, whole face tensing before it relaxed finally, and you sat back a little more on the sofa you shared.
"It's mean to tease" you complained with an adorable frown.
"It's just the truth" he hummed, starting to prepare.
The first step was looking at his subject. Suguru took his time to take in every little detail of your expression, unable to ignore how you struggled to hold his gaze or how you tried to force your lips to not smile.
How did he get this lucky?
Eventually the pen did touch the paper, tracing dark lines carefully, hoping his hands would be skilled enough to capture even a fraction of your charm.
You waited calmly, the most patient subject he had ever had. It had been a long while since anyone allowed him to paint them like this – not since this cursed had removed him from society and life.
He had long felt unable to walk among the living.
But now with you, he'd happily walk among the dead.
"Let me see" you said as soon as his hands put the pen down. Not that patient, it seemed.
Suguru turned the paper around, and your hands wrapped around it to bring them closer. Your eyes darted from one corner of the page to the other, taking in everything, every single thing.
"It's beautiful" you whispered.
"You are" Suguru agreed.
You turned to him, and he noticed you were crying.
"Is this what I look like?" you asked, holding the drawing close.
It was Suguru's turn to cup your cheek, thumb brushing under your eyes. "I was only able to capture a fraction of your beauty"
You swallowed thickly, lip trembling, and then you turned to the picture again. "They used to say I had my mother's eyes" you whispered, brushing a finger over the drawing. "I haven't seen her eyes in years"
Suguru didn't know what to say to that. He didn't remember his family's faces either.
You looked back at him, clutching the drawing to your chest.
"Thank you" you whispered among the tears.
Suguru couldn't take it any longer.
He leaned forwards, slamming his lips across yours as your hands gladly found his long strands, pulling him desperately closer to you.
How long had it been since he had been kissed?
He couldn't even remember.
Your mouth eagerly parted for him, accepting him, inviting him, your own tongue searching for his as neither of you cared about how messy you were. Lips, tongues, teeth – all slamming together in a dance of pure need.
He only noticed you were bleeding when he felt the metallic taste on his tongue, reawakening his empty stomach. "I'm sorry–" he said, kissing your lips over and over where he had impulsively bitten them.
But you laughed. "Are you that hungry?" you teased.
"I couldn't help it, I–" he tried to explain.
I just wanted you whole, is what he would have said, maybe. I just need you too much.
But your laugh once again interrupted all thoughts going through his head.
He watched you bring your forearm to your mouth, biting right in the middle of it, and extending the dripping red to him.
"You can feast on me" you said. "I'm already dead"
Suguru didn't know if you were taunting him for his comment earlier, but he gratefully accepted. Vampire blood wouldn't fill him up like human, but it would definitely help quench his hunger.
His lips closed where you had bitten your skin, swallowing your essence as his eyes closed and his throat hummed.
No one had ever tasted this sweet.
He was lost in it. Addicted from a single taste.
His hands held each side of your arm, pulling you closer to him as he gorged on you.
And then you made a sound – small, unintentional, and beautiful. Suguru snapped his fox eyes open to look at you, your mouth open in pleasure as the sweetest whimpers escaped your lips.
Suguru's lips immediately left your forearm to find yours again, needing to swallow your symphony. "Did you like that?" he asked, hands traveling to your waist and lower, settling on your hips where you rolled them with abandon, grinding against his.
"Yeah" you moaned, nodding your head and desperately holding his face.
Suguru didn't need any more encouragement.
His mouth traveled to your neck this time, fangs sinking into your flesh in a blink, your whole body convulsing at the contact.
"Fuck–" you whimpered, as Suguru kept drinking from you, stealing your blood like you had stolen his unbeating heart.
His whole body was caging you in, his hands encouraging your hips to keep moving as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you.
"Suguru" you moaned his name, and he was gone.
His hands moved from your hips to your middle, easily tearing the fabric of the clothes you wore, and you looked at him wide eyed with an amused smile, the red still dripping from your neck along the curve of your collarbone.
Suguru repositioned himself, bringing his body lower and forcing your legs to your chest, desperate to taste all of you.
In a quick movement, he was bunching his long hair into a bun, eyes hypnotized by the sight of you, naked, legs open in invitation.
"You're beautiful" he whispered, finally sinking his head between your thighs. He inhaled your scent, so sweet it was intoxicating, and licked a long stripe along your underwear that made your whole body jolt up.
He was sure your strength could match his, but you didn't complain when he pinned you down fully and gave your underwear the same treatment the rest of your clothes had gotten, the tearing sound of the fabric echoing in the room until you were fully exposed.
How long had it been?
Suguru felt something close to anxiety in his stomach, worried he wouldn't know how to satisfy you properly. It had been decades of no practice, after all.
But your hand closed around his, urging him with a single blink of your long eyelashes, bottom lip caught between your fangs like you needed him to.
Suddenly all worry was gone, and the only thing left in the world was you.
Suguru lowered himself, tongue licking a flat strip along your slit, and your other hand searched for his hair, pulling strands off the loose bun he had hastily put together.
He took his time exploring, learning what you liked, paying attention to each little reaction. He was so grateful you let him be here. So grateful you had stumbled into his life.
"Right here?" he asked, smiling against your folds when you let out a particularly loud moan.
"Mmh" you shook your head yes desperately, rocking your hips on his face, and Suguru thought himself the happiest man unalive. "Right there, please, Sugu–"
"You're so pretty when you beg" he smiled, dragging his tongue along the same spot that had you seeing stars.
Your moans kept building and building, echoing through the walls of his small apartment.
"Close already?" he asked, feeling just a little bit smug at how quickly he was making you unravel. Perhaps this wasn't a talent easily lost.
"It's been–ngh–a long time" you explained, hands gripping his shoulders, body folding inwards.
Suguru watched you fall apart on his tongue and it was the most beautiful thing he'd witnessed in all his years.
But not only that – it felt almost a little special, that it also had been a long time for you.He wasn't sure why he had assumed the contrary, but he hated to think life had been as lonely for you as it had for him.
Your nails dug so deep into his shoulders they drew blood now, but you didn't seem to notice in your daze. Gods, Suguru wished he could see you like this every day to the rest of eternity.
He finally stood up, removing each article of clothing slowly, as his smug grin followed each tremble of the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Beautiful.
Your eyes followed each new uncovered inch of him. His defined shoulders, his veiny forearms. How his bun came loose and fell along his broad back, dark strands brushing over the skin of his defined chest.
He was handsome. Perfectly chiselled and perfectly defined like he had been created to bring you to your knees.
And to your knees it brought you. You swiftly pushed yourself off the sofa to kneel in front of this magnificent, beautifully unnatural man, as your fingers hooked to the edge of his trousers, the last bit of clothing that hid him from you.
"You want to take me in your mouth?" he asked, thumb brushing your cheek as you nodded an eager yes. "You're so good to me" he hummed in amusement. Each word from him was a mixture of tender and lewd, his soft tone dripping with desire himself.
You finally freed him of his clothes, a little startled at the sheer size of him. You wanted him so bad, wanted to feel every inch of him–
"Open"
All thoughts disappeared in a puff of smoke, hearing him sound like that.
So you did.
"Good" he groaned, sinking into your mouth. He took his time, slowing down when you gagged around him, holding your head in complete control. A control you relented, considering you could easily bite his member off if you so wished.
But it felt… nice, to not be in control anymore.
A vampire life was calculated, precise, constantly on the look out.
It felt nice to give him all of you.
And the boy who was crying in your arms hours ago, was now rocking his hips against your face with abandon, whispering little praises that motivated you to take him deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
Suguru was close to losing his mind, each thread of reality snapping away at the way your throat constricted around him. He was so close to releasing himself in your mouth, but he didn't want that.
Not before he had felt your orgasm on his cock.
He pulled you away, panting, but didn't give you much time to question it. Suguru was on top of you in an instant, hands on either side of your head, his mouth back on yours.
His body pinned you down on the floor, your legs closed around his waist again – as if neither of you wanted to waste any more time, your hips slammed together in a unnatural pace, all of him sinking into you while your face scrunched at the stretch.
"Too much?" he asked, but you were smiling at him again.
"Not enough" you replied, pushing yourself up to bite his bottom lip, urging him back down towards you.
He was probably the one bleeding this time, but he didn't care, the taste mixed perfectly with your tongue. The urgency with which you kissed him urged his hips to start moving, slamming into yours harder and harder.
His hands came to lift your hips to give him better leverage, while yours held on to his shoulders so you could let him. You had met only hours earlier and now Suguru had you practically folded in half, with scratches all around his back to prove how much you loved it.
"You ngh feel so good" you panted, drawing blood from him again, some of the red dripping against your cheek to contrast your beautiful skin.
Maybe it was because his senses were so much sharper, but he didn't remember sex ever feeling like that. So intimate, so… surrendered. Two deadly monsters rejoicing in pleasure together.
It was the beginning of something he hoped would never fade.
An eternity he finally felt happy about.
"Why do you close your eyes?"
"What?" Suguru's head snapped back to you. There was still a faint trace of red where you had wiped it on your cheek; and he suspected on the tips of your fingers too, where they were interlaced with his. Suguru thought it better to not check, deciding to focus on your red eyes instead, and how they sparkled under the moonlight.
It was a night like any other. Hunting unaware passerby's, walking hand in hand back to your lair as if it was romantic.
You hated when he called it murder. So he didn't.
"When you feed" you answered, the breath coming out of your mouth and forming a haze all around. It was a cold winter, this one. The coldest one yet.
"Do I?" he mused, noticing he had never quite thought about it.
"You do" you replied. "And you avert your gaze when I feed too"
"Hm" his grip tightened around your hand, pulling you in closer ever so slightly. "I suppose it's because I don't enjoy it"
He didn't need to look to see the way your jaw had tightened. "You'd rather go hungry?" you scoffed.
"No, of course not" he replied. His thumb traced lazily over the top of your hand, soothing you – or himself. "Doesn't mean I have to enjoy it"
You stopped moving then, bringing him to a stop before you. You squinted your eyes, assessing him with a slight pout. Suguru's long fingers traveled to your jaw, gently wiping the red still there, letting the touch linger over your cold skin.
Suguru had seen you in every possible state in the months since you had been together – when you were naked and beautiful as an angel on top of him, crying from how good he made you feel; to dripping in blood and looking no more than a beast.
But he always found you beautiful.
Maybe that was a problem.
He didn't care.
"Do you enjoy it?" he asked, fighting against the lump in his throat that didn't want him to ask the question. He was sure nothing you said could make him see you different, but this was walking dangerously close.
To his surprise, you paused, tilting your head so your cheek would rest on his palm. Your eyes met his, but they weren't fully with him, something else clearly on your mind.
"I don't know" you answered, truthfully. "I never really thought about it"
That answer seemed to confuse him even more.
"You never thought about it?" he echoed, brushing his thumb over your skin.
You shook your head sideways in confirmation. "I suppose… it's just what I do" you murmured, and for a moment, you weren't there again.
Too lost in whatever memory your mind had locked you in.
Suguru didn't want to pry, but he also couldn't help wanting to know everything about you. "You never told me about your past" he said, more a suggestion than anything.
It was clearly the wrong move.
Your eyes suddenly snapped back to reality, not tender like they had just been – they locked on his with a hiss, and you stepped back from him like his touch burned.
"I'm sorry, I–"
"I don't want to talk about it" you interrupted, tone final and cold like a dagger right in his unbeating heart. Suguru put his hands up, not wanting to startle you further. If there was anyone who understood regrets, it would be him.
"I'm sorry" he said again, and you finally softened, letting your guard down little by little.
Your lips pursed sideways, annoyed with yourself at how easily Suguru got through your defenses. He half expected you to turn around and brave the night alone, maybe find another victim to take out the frustrations he brought out of you on.
But to his surprise, you moved closer.
A tiny step in his direction, too shy for your eyes to meet. But your forehead leaned in, resting on his shoulder, letting the weight of whatever was on your mind sink into him too.
Suguru tentatively brought his arms around your back, slowly, careful not to startle you. But you let him. Leaned further into him, accepted the embrace and even brought your own arms around him.
Your face was squished against his chest the tighter he held you, but you didn't dare move. Your breath had changed, he noticed as well, but he didn't dare move.
"I'm sorry" you said this time, voice small. Too small.
If Suguru didn't know you better, he'd think you were crying.
His hands slowly brushed your hair back, shushing you softly. Your hands gripped his shirt so tight they threatened to tear at the fabric, and with your strength, he knew you could easily do it.
Here, on this cold moonlit street, you finally let him in a little. Allowed him to see some of the pain you carried, despite not being able to voice it.
To Suguru, it was enough.
He would have held you like this forever, were it not for the police sirens bringing in the reminder of your brutal reality.
"We should go" you murmured, and your voice was cold as ice again.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else" you suggested one night.
You were sprawled over the long sofa, completely naked, your arms stretched over your head where they began to hurt. Holding still wasn't exactly your forte.
Suguru lowered his pencil with a long exhale, looking at you with tired eyes. "You're distracting me, sweetheart" he chided.
You pouted, snapping back into position as he started drawing again with a grateful sigh. Over the years, Suguru had drawn you a million times, in every position imaginable – clothed, naked, happy, sad. All of those now hung proudly on the walls, every inch covered with images of you and times you had spent together.
You thought it was a lovely thing when it first started.
Now you were starting to get bored of it.
The years had passed but you didn't exactly change, did you?
Still, seeing how he focused to get every detail of your complexion right, every little line and crevice and perceived imperfection – it made it worth it again.
Sometimes you wished you could see yourself through Suguru's eyes.
What would it be like to love yourself in that way?
"Suguru" you called. His eyes left the page again, squinting at you, but he seemed to notice something was wrong from the way you called his name alone.
He placed his pencil down fully this time. "What is it?" he asked.
"Do you ever wish things were different?"
The words left your lips before you could really think about them. You saw his desire to come to you straight away, but Suguru wasn't one for unnecessary bursts of passion. No, he always though about what he said. Especially because any wrong move might risk losing you.
"I used to" he admitted, answering your question as truthfully as he could. He also didn't care for going into the long years he had spent alone and miserable, something you surely could understand.
"What changed?" you asked, pushing yourself to a more comfortable position.
"Well" he huffed out, a little shy. "I met you"
You blinked at him, feeling your cheeks warm. "Was that a good thing?" you huffed out self-deprecatingly, but his resolve continued.
"It was the best thing" he confessed.
There hadn't been many love confessions between you two through out the years.
Suguru would have told you a million times over, but he realised soon enough he shouldn't. It's not that it wasn't there, on the contrary – it's that acknowledging it was there would make it too real. Too breakable. Too easy to lose.
Love wasn't meant for creatures like the two of you.
"You mean that?" you asked, and Suguru calmly put his paper down, motioning you for come towards him.
You did, waltzing in his direction with no shame at the lack of clothes – he had seen you like that enough times already. When you finally approached, he opened his thick thighs for you to sit on, a hand already to your waist.
You fit so perfectly on his lap, felt so safe next to him like this. Your leaned your weight on him, resting your head on his as his thumb traced absentminded circles on your lower back.
"Look" he said, picking up the paper again. "Look at how beautiful you are"
Your eyes traveled to the picture, eyeing the person you had seen on paper multiple times but could not relate to in any form anymore.
"It's still the same" you murmured, the words cutting your insides like daggers. This curse had robbed you of ever seeing your face again, robbed you of the natural wonders of old age, of maturity, a body that reflected your soul.
You should have been old now. Hell, you should have been dead.
"It is" Suguru agreed, but he was smiling. His eyes darted all over the page, taking in the perceived beauty of the woman you didn't recognise. Your hands. Your curves. Your mother's eyes. All made beautiful under his pencil, but foreign. Distant. "Isn't that a good thing?"
You tensed immediately on top of him. "How is it a good thing?" you spat. "It's unnatural"
He turned to you immediately, his hand dropping the page and cupping your cheek instead. "Where is this coming from?" he asked, gentle, sweet like honey.
"I don't relate to it at all" you protested. "She's beautiful, yes, but I'm… it's not me"
"What do you mean?" he asked, brows furrowing close. One of his hands tightened around your waist, hoping to keep you close, while the other brushed gently just under your temple.
"I'm not beautiful. I'm a predator, I'm cursed" you kept repeating, your words getting more and more sharp despite how kindly he held you.
"You're not cursed" he argued, bringing your head to the crook of his neck. Despite all the fight in you, you let him.
"I am" you cried.
Suguru felt the cold little drops that escaped your eyes fall on his skin, just under where the bite marks that originally made him this way were. He held you tight, hoping it would be enough.
"You're not cursed" he repeated, kindly. "You're everything"
Suguru couldn't bear seeing the person who had made his existence bearable speak so low of herself. You were the one who made him see this as more – as a gift, even.
But you didn't see it that way.
And the way your breathing suddenly stopped and you pulled away made that very clear.
"Don't pretend you don't think I'm a monster" you growled, before pushing yourself off him completely. "I see the way you look at me"
"The way I looked at you?" he echoed, confused. Surely he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, because you were.
You were fully standing now, towering over him in your nakedness. Suguru could never not find you beautiful, but right now you reminded him of the power you truly held.
"Righteous Suguru, always feeling bad for his prey" you mocked, starting to wander around the room just to do something. "And horrible me, enjoying having my stomach filled"
"I never said that–"
"You don't have to" you scoffed. "You can't even bear to look at me"
How could you think that of him?
Hearing those words come out of your lips was unbearable. It was wrong.
"I don't like killing, it's true" he tried to reason. "But–"
"You call it killing" you interrupted. "We're feeding"
"It doesn't change the fact these people were–"
"We would be dead too if we didn't" your voice was rising louder and louder, a debate of morals Suguru never wanted to have with you. "Would you prefer that?"
"No, of course not" Suguru said too quick, coming closer to you. But you just kept going, voice rising higher and higher.
"Should we just walk into the sun to protect your conscience?" you mocked again, but the words got stuck in your throat, scratchy. They were meant to hurt, meant to challenge – but there was something far too real about the words you were saying. Like this was the only way you managed to actually utter them out loud.
Suguru understood that too.
"Don't say that" he pleaded with you. Not angry, not confrontational. Just… scared.
His sudden change made you stop pacing.
"You don't even look at me" you rasped out to the floor, like he wasn't even meant to hear it.
"I'm looking at you now" he tried.
But you just shook your head.
"If you can't accept all of me, what good does it do?" you murmured.
"But it's not you" he tried to reason. "If we weren't like this, you wouldn't choose to kill anyone, I'm sure, and–"
"You don't know what my life was like" you spat.
And it's true. He didn't.
"Because you never told me" he exhaled, unable to hide how much that fact hurt him.
How much longer would he have to wait for you to let him in? Were decades not enough?
"You have no right to know" you repeated what you had said many times already.
"I don't understand" it was his turn to lose his composure a little, that wound growing larger and larger now that the two of you were acknowledging it. "I would never think less of you"
"You already think less of me" you hissed, squaring up to him again.
Beautiful, and naked, but not vulnerable. You were strong like this, the way you made the energy shift in a room showing him how much power you had, no doubt accumulated by the amount of years you had spent as a vampire already.
But that was also speculation. Suguru didn't even know that.
"I don't" he said too quick, putting his hands up. "And I'm sorry, just don't…"
He was the one who trailed off this time, struggling with the words.
"Don't what?" you asked, the words biting into the space.
"Don't leave" he finally said.
You seemed… surprised.
Surely after all this time, it wouldn't be surprising.
But what were years for a vampire, after all? For all he knew, you saw him as no more than a chapter in the long novel of your life. Worst than that, he almost expected that to be the case. And Suguru was terrified of it.
"Why?" you asked.
Suguru noticed it was him who was crying this time, but his lips still formed a shy smile. "Because I love you"
Saying it felt easy than he had anticipated, the words he was so scared to utter just rolling off his tongue, sounding just right. But your red eyes grew wider than they ever had, your feet stumbling back like the words cut instead of soothe.
"You–" you almost tried to repeat them, but you couldn't.
Suguru stood there, unmoving, now that he had finally said it. He wouldn't walk back on them, not when it was the truth.
"I love you" he repeated.
Again, you flinched like you had been hurt. But you stopped moving back, just standing across from him in the middle of the room, chest heaving up and down, up and down.
"No one has ever said that to me"
Your voice was too small for how angry you were just a moment ago.
Suguru's hands balled into fists as he tried to control the urge to run to you. Pull you into his arms, hold you close with a gentleness you should have known centuries ago.
You looked like a cornered animal in the middle of the room, completely frozen. Your eyes were crying again, though you made no mention to dry them. The corner of your lips threatened to move, but to a frown or a smile, he didn't know. You didn't seem to know either.
But your eyes stayed lock on his unwavering, decided ones.
Suguru would stand here, unmoving, for another decade if it meant you trusted him because of it.
"How do you know?" you finally said, bringing a hand to wipe under your eyes.
He tried a step towards you then. "Because just looking at you makes me forget all the bad things that ever happened to me" he said. When you didn't flinch, he stepped forwards again. "Because your laugh is my favourite sound in the world"
You almost moved closer, a barely there shift of your weight forwards. He continued.
"Because laying in our small coffin together doesn't feel claustrophobic, it feels…safe" he almost laughed at himself, the ridiculousness of this vampiric love confession.
Maybe love wasn't meant for creatures like you, but he had found it anyway. And that was a miracle in and of itself.
"You make me feel like this life isn't just worth living, but worth sharing" he completed, standing right in front of you now. Your bottom lip bobbed a little where you struggled to contain your tears, but when his hand reached forwards to cup your cheek, you didn't stop him.
"And I don't see you as a monster" he whispered, thumb dragging along your skin to catch the tears. "Seeing you enjoy killing, it just… makes me wonder why"
Your breathing hitched at that, but you still did not move.
The two of you stood so close, your bodies bathing in the moonlight. It was getting late, and it would be dawn soon – but neither of you seemed to be thinking about that right now.
"I think…" you started, struggling with the words. "I think I might love you too"
Suguru didn't think he even remembered what it was like to feel this happy.
His fox like eyes went wide, his mouth hung open – his turn at surprise. For so long he was so worried you'd get bored of him, that maybe you were too wild a creature to choose this domestic eternity.
Even in his wildest dreams, he never dared to imagine you felt it too.
"Can you say that again?"
You smiled, bringing your hands to cup his face too. "I love you"
Suguru slammed his lips on yours, pulling you in for a desperate kiss that you both completely melted into.
This was what pure bliss felt like.
You loved him.
You loved each other.
Even following all your sins and your ungodly existence, he had found it. He had actually fucking found it. The two of you had just gone against all odds and conquered fate.
"I love you" he kept saying, while his pointed teeth grazed your bottom lip, while your hands held tight to his face, and your mouth's refused to part.
"I love you too" you echoed back, crying, and crying, and crying.
Suguru couldn't stop smiling – and you couldn't stop your tears.
Hadn't he been so absorbed in this miracle then, he might have guessed what happened next.
You weren't there when he woke the next nightfall.
Suguru had grown used to your weight on top of his in the tight space, but he felt none of that when he started to blink his eyes awake. He called your name immediately, lifting the lid of the coffin with a loud creak, asking the void if you were there.
There was no response.
How could he have slept if you were not there? He would have surely woken up if you decided to leave before he did. Was he this lost in his own fantasy coming true? Had he slept too well?
The night was still young, you surely couldn't had gone far if you had just left when the sun went down.
Or… did you leave before that entirely?
Suguru's blood immediately ran cold. You wouldn't leave in the sunlight.
You wouldn't.
You knew what that could mean.
He paced the apartment with so much force his feet made the floor boards sink, but he was desperate. He had to find at least some hint, some clue of where you had gone, why you had gone.
Finally, he noticed something that wasn't meant to be there.
A different portrait sitting on the table, matching the walls full of you that decorated the space. But this one was of him – his long dark hair tied into a knot at the back of his head, his eyes looking far ahead, staring at something off the page.
He didn't remember posing for this, so it must have been made from memory.
Despite the years Suguru had spent teaching you to draw, you never seemed quite able to take it. You lacked the patience, you said. But this was a skillful drawing, no doubt something that would take long to master. Had you been working on it in secret for all this time?
What else did he not notice about you?
Suguru flipped the page around, finding the three words he had been so happy to hear the night before hastily scribbled on the back.
I love you
His response was immediate; Suguru's fist bunched up the drawing, and slammed it back on the table before he could damage it completely. It was a gift from you, he should love it. But where the hell were you?
If you loved him – why would you leave?
Because… you had, hadn't you? And all he had left of you was a portrait of himself and hundreds of images on the walls that now seemed to mock him.
He called your name once more, more pained this time. Maybe this was all a mistake, maybe he was just scared… but how did he feel it so deep in his soul, this truth he had spent years trying to deny?
Suguru's red eyes scanned the empty space, hoping for a sign of you, desperately praying to whoever was out there to listen.
But there was only the void again.
All those fears and assumptions he always had proving themselves true.
The worst thing for a vampire was to be alone. But there was also safety in that, wasn't there?
To love and loose was so much worse.
So, so much worse.
His knees gave out before his brain could keep him standing, loudly crashing onto the floor as every memory of you started storming his brain. He had kissed you on this floor many times, had made love to you right there on the first night you met.
Now it wasn't the sweat of your bodies and the blood you shared staining the wood, but his own desperate tears, falling in a cascade of grief he didn't think himself capable of feeling.
In feeling so much pain, Suguru wished desperately for that void again. To just feel nothing. Nothing was so much better than this.
But nothing wasn't an option anymore – you had made his life full only to tip it over the edge, letting it all spill into a wet mess similar to the one he was making on the floor.
Your name escaped his lips when he lowered his forehead down to the ground, his hands balling into fists next to his dark hair, coming loose all around his handsome features. How dare you give him life back, only to take it away again.
He slammed his fist against the floorboards, so loud the pictures of you rattled on the wall. There were so many – portraits that span years but the subject remained the same, remained beautiful, perfect.
How could you hate that? Suguru loved having you immortalised not just on paper, but in life itself.
It was a gift.
You were the one that made him see it that way.
Why had you changed your mind?
Why couldn't things just stay the same?
Forever.
You had made forever sound so nice.
Another fist hit the wood, his knuckles beginning to split. His skin would heal, but the depth of his mistake never would.
What a fool he was for confessing his love to you. Suguru knew what that would mean, how much it would frighten you – he knew, and still did it anyway.
Idiot.
Suguru couldn't bring himself to throw the next punch, choosing to curl inwards instead, into himself, away from everything else.
He shouldn't have said anything.
What a stupid fucking mistake.
Maybe all of this.
All of it was a mistake.
He couldn't outrun fate, after all.
But pretending sure felt nice.
Suguru finally pushed himself up, making a point to look at every image that decorated the walls. He remembered each one, what the conversation had been about, what you had been doing earlier in the night before he decided the moment was too precious not to capture.
Suguru found himself looking for a specific one, though – that first one. The one that had gained him your trust, your love.
He could have sworn it was still inside his sketchbook.
He turned page after page after page, growing increasingly annoyed that he couldn't find it. Despair turning into anger, looking for any form of release it could find. Until he finally noticed a tear at the corner of the page, right where it should have been.
Had you taken it with you?
His breathing stopped, swollen eyes focusing on the careful way the page had been torn from his book, his finger grazing along it with the devotion he would caress your skin.
In the many years you spent together, you had never once mentioned the image – not after that first night.
Did it mean as much to you as it meant for him?
Suguru's hands closed around the notebook, shutting it tight and bringing it to his chest. It was at least one more proof that you didn't lie when expressing your love for him. That maybe leaving was as hard for you as it was for him.
And among the pain in his chest where his heart should have been beating, Suguru understood.
Being alone was far less scary than love.
What he saw as an act of cowardice, maybe you saw as an act of kindness. Choosing you'd rather be alone than to face the end of this love you didn't think you deserved, his hatred you saw as inevitable.
So you left. Your version of compassion, learnt from a world who had never showed you that in the first place.
You wanted him to hate you, didn't you?
He couldn't do that.
This would be his last act of rebellion against this evil world that had made you this way.
This cursed fate he didn't seem able to escape.
Suguru would love you still.
And he would find you.
Time was a blessing as well as a curse. Suguru had an infinite amount – but each strike of the clock dragged longer than it had before, every coming dawn seemed to linger, every passing season reminding him of what he had lost.
The winter you left eventually turned into summer, longer days meaning shorter nights – less opportunities to look for you.
But Suguru didn't give up hope.
He wandered the streets for as long as he could, every single night, just hoping for your scent. He visited places you had gone to together, wishing he'd find you on the park bench near the churchyard, or the cemetery behind it, among the bones of people who had found peace in death, unlike the two of you.
Suguru even visited your known hunting spots, the seedy alleyways just out of town that tended to harbor criminals and people who wouldn't be missed by society. It was a suggestion Suguru had made, and that you had agreed to. It made what you had to do more bearable, but he still hated every second.
When he finally reached the location, you weren't there. Suguru had hoped to at least hear rumours and whispers about recent kills around this spot, some urban legend beginning to grow that he could tie back to you; but still… nothing.
Had you gone back to preying on whoever you could put your hands on? Was his odd moral compass another thing you resented him for?
"You seem lost, boy" a voice came from right behind him, distinctively not yours. The sharp metal sound of a blade came along with it, as Suguru heard the footsteps approaching – slowly, deliberately.
This man clearly had the wrong idea of who prey and predator were.
Suguru took a sharp inhale in, hating this man for interrupting his search. He turned around, slowly, the reds of his eyes making the man come to a halt a mere feet away.
"You sick or something?" the man scoffed, clearly intrigued by his appearance.
Suguru just stood there. His hands had balled into fists as he inhaled he man's scent. He was hungry, so hungry, and hated the way he looked down at him. Had you been here, you would undoubtedly already have a twisted smile on your face, excited to gorge on the stranger's blood.
"That's a nice coat you've got there" the man mocked, making the knife visible now. It glistened where it caught the light, making sure Suguru could see it too.
A pathetic threat, Suguru rolled his eyes internally.
This man sure had chosen the wrong time for this, because Suguru's blood was already running cold with anger. And he caught himself thinking, just for a moment… that he would enjoy this kill.
No.
This was a line he didn't want to cross.
"You deaf or just stupid?" the man laughed this time, closing the distance.
Another breath in, slowly while the man approached. It didn't matter how hungry, angry, lost Suguru was – he couldn't bring himself to enjoy feeding, would never forgive himself if he lost this last shred of humanity he still was proud of. He couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't–
But when the man brought the knife to his throat, it was too easy.
Suguru turned around in the blink of an eye, taking his fangs to the tall man's neck as his body effortlessly pinned him down, bringing the two down to the wet pavement in the process.
Blood, tears and sweat spilled everywhere, while Suguru enjoyed the way the much bigger man thrashed beneath him, helpless.
Is this what you wanted all along? For him to be just like you?
It wasn't merciful, and it wasn't clean. This was rage personified, but in the moment he swallowed the sweet taste, Suguru didn't care.
It wouldn't be the last of his kills like this.
In fact, there would be many, many more throughout the years.
He hated himself for it every single time after, sometimes crying next to the limp body he had just ravished, sometimes throwing it all up again. Suguru felt shame at his lack of control, at this blinding rage that made him the monster he tried so hard not to be.
It took him years before he finally decided he couldn't do it anymore.
You had spoken about wanting to leave this pathetic town before, and maybe it was time for him to accept you probably had.
That after a decade of this, you wouldn't be showing up at your shared home anymore.
The place had been cold since you left, but in every sense it still remained the same. The furniture hadn't been moved, the curtains were still the same though faded and full of spider webs now. And, most importantly – your face still adorned the walls.
Suguru knew you probably had left town entirely, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave this.
The home you two had made, in spite of everything.
Did you still remember? Or did you try not to?
Did you hold on to that first drawing and cry, like he did? Reminisce about the good times and the worst times, miss his touch and the way you held each other in that tight coffin?
In the years that passed, Suguru even tried to hate you. Tried to give you what you wanted.
But he just couldn't.
What he hated was how much he regretted confessing his love, the single greatest mistake of his existence. Was hearing those three words leave your lips worth the years of solitude that would come after?
Maybe.
His long fingers ghosted over your face in one of the drawings – one in which you had a rare, easy smile. Had you found someone else who would paint you like he did?
Suguru knew he was only tormenting himself at this point; it was no use lingering on the thought. If he knew you as well as he thought he did, then he was sure you hadn't just found another person to give your heart to.
He believed what you said that night.
You didn't leave because you didn't love him, you left because you loved him too much. Suguru would have to find some comfort in that.
Seeing the world change was a miracle, one thing that did console him. The streets changed just as often as the seasons did now, every day bringing new inventions and curious new ideas Suguru enjoyed learning about.
He found himself sitting by the park more and more often now, drawing the outline of new buildings that began construction far ahead. The future seemed to look brighter than anyone could have hoped for.
But despite the obvious changes to the outside, his inside world remained the same. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to leave.
He had found some peace in the fact that you could find him there, if you wanted. And it didn't matter if it took another decade, or half a century or more – Suguru would stay right here, waiting.
His fingers dragged the chalk over the page, marking the coming of a new age.
When you returned, he'd show it to you. He documented every little thing about this town just so he could share it, and he was hopeful the time would come.
Can you believe they were building shops in the alleys you used to hunt? And how the church had been rebuilt, much larger, after the fire five years prior?
Life changed all around – beautifully so, tragically so too.
But the seasons always came. Winter, then summer again, and just like he could trust in that, he trusted what would come after too. It was a better position to be in than the desperate animal he had become for a few years.
But he would have never wanted you to see him like that, and so, he changed. He–
Suguru's hands dropped the drawing suddenly, his spine going rigid in the blink of an eye.
That smell. He knew that smell.
He inhaled deeply again, shutting his eyes tight, focusing on it.
It couldn't be.
The scent he had almost feared he had forgotten.
Your name escaped his lips in a sound much smaller than he expected, which turned into a desperate cry as Suguru began to turn around, searching for any glimpse of you.
The scent was present, but it was still far away – he had to follow it. Fast.
The picture he was working so precisely on got scrunched up when he rushed to pick up his belongings, shoving it all in his pockets as he began to ran.
Probably wasn't the best to bring attention to himself like this, but Suguru couldn't stop.
He kept moving, letting his senses guide him as he rushed past the night owls and confused strangers. Turning a corner here, going through someone's garden there – he feared he lost it completely when the smell almost faded at the edge of the city, but he turned around again.
Where could you possibly be going? Were you looking for your regular hunting grounds of almost a century past?
Things were different now, didn't you know?
But no, it wasn't that – the smell faded again, and so he followed it back to the main road, finding it again.
It grew stronger and stronger with each step, until it led to the last place he expected.
Home.
It was undeniably strong, so much so his nerve endings were staring to prickle, like they only did when another one of him was around. Suguru rushed up the steps, jumping two at a time, throwing the door open, and–
There you were.
Was it a dream? Or had death finally come for him?
You looked exactly the same. Standing there, staring at the wall of your face with a much smaller paper held tight to your chest.
Suguru remained completely frozen, struggling to catch his breath. When you turned to him, he noticed you had tears in your eyes.
"You kept them?" you whispered, your beautiful bottom lip trembling slightly. The first words he had heard from you in years, and they were a question you obviously should have expected the answer to.
Suguru finally took a step inside, closing the door behind him. He couldn't bring himself to meet you there, even though everything in him wanted to pick you up and wipe your tears and kiss you everywhere.
"Of course I did" was all he managed to reply, but it only made you cry harder.
You brought a hand to dry your face, and Suguru desperately wished you'd just let him. But he was so terrified of making the wrong move again.
"I'm sorry–"
That he couldn't bear to hear.
Against better judgment, Suguru rushed forwards, towards you, needing to touch you to confirm you were real. His body found yours with too much strength, but you completely gave in to it, closing your arms around his shoulders when he closed his over your waist.
You were here again.
Your feet left the floor when he raised you to his level, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you did the same, both letting the tears flow unabashedly. Your legs came to lock around his waist, pulling him into you completely, the one thing Suguru wanted most in the whole world.
"You came back" he cried into your hair.
"I needed to see it again" you replied, his clothes bunching up in your fists.
"See what?" Suguru asked, pulling back just a little. His nose brushed against yours, so close he could just kiss you, but he wanted to hear your voice even more than that.
"Home" you replied, looking him right in his red eyes. "I didn't think you'd be here"
His eyes held you tighter, his forehead pressing against your. "Where else would I go?"
"Anywhere that didn't remind you of me" you tried a small self deprecating laugh, but Suguru shook his head, forehead rolling against yours.
"I've been waiting for you this whole time"
You cried, cupping his face with both hands. "Don't lie to me, Suguru Geto" you pouted.
"I have never lied to you" he replied.
It was the truth.
It was you that closed the distance this time, urging his face forwards as you leaned in for a kiss. It wasn't desperate like he had imagined, no, it was gentle. Feather light, almost. Far too small for something that was so huge, but also exactly what you needed.
It lasted for the blink of an eye and for an eternity – just a moment in time where everything was just right again.
"I'm sorry I left" you whispered, breaking the kiss and placing your forehead back on his. "I'm sorry I got scared"
"I know" he kissed your cheek, smoothing your hair back. "It's ok"
"It's not" you lowered yourself down, sinking into his chest this time.
"Shh" he kept smoothing down your hair, holding you tight against him, right where his heart should be beating. Getting used to your scent again was salvation for him, but there was also something different about you, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, tilting your chin towards him. You nodded your head up and down, some sort of shame deep within your eyes. "We still have some time before dawn, if you want to–"
"I don't hunt anymore" you replied, looking down. "Not people"
Suguru's eyebrows knit together, pulling you up to look at him again. "What do you mean?"
To his surprise, you cried. And just kept crying. Harder than he had ever seen.
"I guess I realised–" you tried to say between hiccups. "Maybe someone loves them too"
Suguru's mouth hung open, in complete surprise. You coming back was something he had hoped for and convinced himself to believe in, but this? This he could have never fathomed.
"You–" he didn't even know what to say, choosing to crouch down in front of you instead and pull you down with him, giving your legs some rest so maybe they'd stop shaking.
"I'm sorry, Suguru" you cried, throwing yourself at him. "I'll tell you why, I'll tell you what happened, I'll tell you everything, just please– please, forgive me"
Suguru stood sentinel while you sobbed, holding you tight. Didn't you know? He had never blamed you for it.
He understood your pain far too well for it.
"I would be glad to listen" he said into your hair, arms closed around your back. "If you want to tell me"
You nodded your head, clawing at his back like he was your salvation.
For a very long time, Suguru could only speculate on what had happened to make you the way you were. But right now, he found his curiosity was the last thing on his mind.
"Here" he said, pulling an arm from you to bring it to his fangs. The blood started dripping from it, as you watched from below while he did for you what you had done for him that first night you met. "You should eat first"
You smiled at his generosity, but brought yourself up again to better match his height. You cupped his cheeks again, leaning in for another kiss, realising there was still something much more important you wanted to say and hear.
"I love you, Suguru"
"I love you too" he kissed you back.
In time, Suguru would show you his sketches depicting how this town had changed, his little documentations of every day life he had hoped to share with you. He would listen to every single thing you wanted to tell him, he'd hold you close when it was too hard to say, and he'd shush you kindly whenever you tried to force words you weren't ready for just yet.
There was so much still to be said, and time was, of course, a luxury you both had.
But right now… in this moonlit night in the apartment you had made a home of so many years ago, the silence was just enough.
A/N oof this one really took a long time to write. I started writing this when I was in a very bad place, and found it very therapeutic to just blurt it out on the page – it unfortunately also meant it was extremely hard to go back to it when I started feeling better (which I am!). there's so much of me in both these characters so it makes me a little nervous to post but maybe you relate as well, and if that's the case I'd like you to know you're not alone! hope you all have the most wonderful day or night and thank you for reading my story <3
Bonnie Bennett has done it again, willingly sacrificed herself to save everyone she loves — even if it means losing them forever. But Damon Salvatore refuses to let her go without a fight. As old wounds, buried feelings, and dangerous magic collide, the line between desire and destruction blurs. Nothing's fair in love and war.
Her shoulders were cold, and her hair was sopping wet. Water was falling from her lashes as if she were crying, and steam was rising from her body. Damon’s hands were on her waist, and she turned immediately to catch his gaze. His eyes were dark with a hunger that set Bonnie on fire. She backed up against the pillar he had her against all those years ago. His wet hair caused water to drip onto her eyelashes; she could only blink them away and tried not to notice the way the water was dripping down his throat all the way to his chest, down to his shirt, which was practically see-through. His nipples were hard. Had they always been so hard?
“Bonnie,” he whispered, and she felt her heart tremble with something she could only describe as anticipation and joy.
“Damon,” she looked up into his eyes, biting her lip from excitement.
Damon’s thumb caressed her face, removing her lip from her mouth. This was different from last time. It was better. It was like all her dreams, the ones that plagued her when he left. Those dreams were just a way for her mind to come back and fix the mistake she had made years ago. Those dreams had built the tension of this moment up so intensely that if Damon tried to kiss her in this moment, she would let him. It wouldn’t change what she had to do, but at least it would ease the mental anguish she had of never knowing what it felt like to be his, if only for a moment.
“You weren’t like this before,” he whispered, only inches from her mouth.
“You make me wanna come through, a quarter after two..just to put it down on you.”
synopsis: a racy photo, risky texts and some red wine lead to one hell of a night when (y/n) receives an unexpected visit from your favorite suitor and he’s ready to show you a good time.
content warning and themes: black !fem reader (plus size and thick descriptors), praise kink, both switch choso and reader (choso with more of a sub lean), spit play, hair pulling, alcohol use, nipple play, handjob, edging, choso’s moans are so pretty :(, reverse cowgirl, pet names (mommy’s used, sweetheart, angel, babyboy, sweet girl) body worship, dry humping
📝: I’ve been excited to start this one for a while because Choso is a character I’ve been wanting to explore more of. Thank you so much to @rav3nmuse for commissioning this piece and supporting me. I hope that you enjoy and that I did him justice!
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a serene and peaceful Saturday night was currently underway with no intention for it to remain so. The clock had just struck a little past midnight as the warm air and slightly cool winds whipped around outside of your cozy abode. A home you shared with no one other than the one feline companion that strutted around at its leisure; quiet and calm on most days but as you’d hope tonight, would be a lot more lively. (Y/N) (L/N), a beautiful and bodacious woman with a personality to match. One that attracted many pursuers in your life. Hence why you were currently stationed in front of a mirror in your bedroom, parading around proudly in a new ensemble that you had acquired during a much needed online shopping spree; spoiling yourself after a rather long week. Candy apple red lace wrapping around your delicate dark skin..cupping those big breasts and thick thighs, barely even covering the curvature of that plump ass. Which was all but fine to you, considering the entire goal was to entice and tempt one of your many options to come over and rip it off! Blonde finger waves residing atop your head and a freshly done set of acrylic nails lying across it as you’d glance back to the mirror and snap a couple shots. How could they possibly resist you looking damn near delectable? Hell, it was a crime that you weren't bent over in this glass and forced to look at yourself as one of them told you to take it..
the truth was, you were a rather promiscuous woman. Whereas most girls of your size and physique had been conditioned to be modest..bashful of your appearance, you embraced it proudly. Strutting about in pieces that showed off those curves and kept all eyes pointed in your direction. You were a firm believer in the fact that being humble got you nowhere..you were gorgeous and everyone was going to know it! Besides, not one roll, stretch mark or ounce of cellulite had ever stopped some of the sexiest men in this city from diving head first between your thighs; resting their foreheads on your pudgy tummy as they ate you out. They loved all of you and you loved all of them. At any time, they’d come running at your beck and call, and trust, you had a roster full! You were texting with a couple of them at that very moment, chuckling and laughing to yourself as you read their wild messages. Mainly in reaction to the photos and videos you were sending their way. Saying how sexy you looked and how desperately they craved to be burying their dicks inside of you..rather brash but exactly the energy you needed. A man that knew exactly what to do with it if you gave it to him. One of which was Satoru Gojo, a man as notorious for his good looks as for his impeccable pipe. He loved entertaining the ladies and was by far the biggest slut in your makeshift harem. A man with no morals and the one who’d be down to try anything. Unfortunately for you, he was out of town and too far away to come give you what you needed. On the contrary, there was his best friend, Suguru Geto..this one right here was a problem! He liked it rough and when he got ahold of it, you’d be stuck for days. Whether mentally or physically, because he’d have you walking with a limp. Choking you out until you tapped his arm and gasped for air..you could only handle him in small increments because you’d be ready to move him in!
then there was Kento Nanami. Far on the tamer side of things but still one hell of a lover! A man who would court you first, only to have you coming on his face shortly thereafter. He constantly made you feel like an absolute princess. Spoiling you with gifts, paying close attention to your needs and body. He was such a sweetheart but he also wasn’t the type to hook up at will. It was something he needed to be in the mood for and tonight, he expressed that he was far too tired to come out and see you but that he thought that you looked absolutely stunning. Which was of little consolation to your feelings of arousal at the moment. However, there was one who had eluded your mind and you couldn’t help but to kick yourself for doing so. The alternate option that you kept on tuck just for nights like this. It wasn’t for a lack of skill or the fact that he was unattractive, but he came into your life only a few months ago but boy, had he worked his way high up on your roster. Especially as of late with all of his sweet gestures and offerings that he’d often leave at your workplace or waiting on your doorstep when you came home. Tonight was no exception as before you could even hit his line to see if you could bait him over, Choso was already en route and bearing a bottle of wine; Pinot Noir to be exact, which was your favorite. One salacious snapshot was all it took to sell it and he was on his way. “Give me ten and have that on when I get there. I need to see that in person..” It was then that you began to grow far more excited for what was in store. It was whilst he was at the convenience store just down the road from your block, did he shoot you a quick facetime call and you received quite the pleasant preview of what you could expect. His short black shag styled into his normal two pigtails; stray pieces forming a bit of a bang on his forehead, a thin silver necklace with kanji lettering of his name, diamond studs in his ears and rings on his pinky and middle fingers. As well as a silver wristwatch. For his attire? A black t-shirt and Adidas sweats, with matching slides on his feet. His very recognizable birthmark forming a single line across his nose and that adorable pout that always melted you in so many ways. “Hey gorgeous..I’m on the way.” that drowsy, deep tone of his sendings pangs of warmth throughout your stomach and lower regions as well. “I can’t wait to see you..just come right in. The door’s unlocked. You know where to find me.” Signaling that you’d be awaiting his arrival exactly as he liked it; sprawled across the mattress, posing all sexy and ready for him to pounce. That was enough for him to end the call and continue his short commute. Not even a full ten minutes went by before you could hear the roar of his car engine outside of your bedroom window as the soft hum of sensual music played through the speakers of your television. A wine glass cusped between your fingertips gauntlet style as you lie positioned on your hip across the bed. Nothing more than a sheer robe covering that lacy material that was just dying to be torn off. You could feel yourself burning with sheer excitement and arousal. You just knew that tonight was going to be one for the books!
Some minutes passed before you heard the front door creak open, the sounds of scraping feet and him call out to you..
“(Y/Nnnn!)”
“I’m up here, Cho!”
Immediately following that sweet voice up the stairway and to the second room on the right side of the hall. The master bedroom, that had been dimly lit and illuminated in crimson colored glow. Upon entering, Choso found himself met with quite the sight. That sexy little two piece enveloped around your body and posed in such a suggestive way.
“..hey, pretty girl..damn..”
finding himself at a complete loss for words as he fully entered the room, set the bag on the nightstand and closed the door behind you both. His dark eyes fixated amid the red glow on his precious (y/n). “Hey, babyboy.” How he had longed all week to be back by your side; holding, touching and squeezing you. Never wanting to leave or let the intimate moments you shared end anytime soon. His reaction had clearly brought a smile to your face as those luscious, cherry painted lips curved to your dimpled cheeks. That curled finger circulating the rim of that wine glass as you took yet another sip. Resembling that of a real life goddess; an ethereal being right there in the flesh for his viewing pleasure. But glances weren’t all you wanted from him. More than anything, you craved his touch and to be teased. And if you were being completely honest..fucked into total submission! But Choso was a bit different from the other men you messed around with..he was more of the type to follow instructions rather than to give them. A far bigger giver than taker..so you’d wave him over with a single finger as you leaned up in the bed and sat against the edge of it, allowing him to kneel down before you. “Mmm..I missed you. Hadn’t seen you in a few days, I thought you’d disappeared.” Joking whilst gently rubbing the side of his face. Even tucking a few of those stray strands behind the ear. He had such an adorable pout and cute features, that you could admire that mug for days. Even more so when it was shoved between your thighs. “And leave you? Not a chance. Was just taking care of a few things, ‘s all. Nothing for you to worry that pretty little head of yours about.” That was the thing with Choso. He was the type to always put himself on the backburner and never share his troubles with anyone. He could be going through so much and never disclose a word. As far as he was concerned, when he stepped foot through your door, he could leave it all behind and find his solace. Which lied directly in your beautiful body. “Instead..” glancing up at you with a faint grin, he’d trail his fingers in random parts of your frame; rubbing on your back, legs, thighs, ass and stomach..seemingly caressing you all over and trying to get his fill. “I’d rather just focus on you..and do all those things we talked about.” There were countless flirtatious and downright sexual texts exchanged between you and Cho on a daily basis. Oftentimes, when you were both working; him in a research lab and you at your office job, you’d send one another suggestive videos, masturbating for the other..as well as sexy messages to follow. “Stroking myself for you. Wanna come..oh fuck.” Saying what he couldn’t verbally because he had to be silent so as not to get caught.
and you fingering yourself for him from behind your desk, moaning and whimpering his name. “Cho…look how wet you get me. Thinking about riding that dick so bad, baby.” All of it had aided in your overflowing desire for one another and now, it could be put into motion without any interruptions. Planted on his knees, Choso say obediently and eagerly as your fingertips grazed his cheek. Warmth began to overtake his entire being and fill him..reaching up to caress you once more. “Can I have you, baby? Please..I don’t wanna keep waiting..” his pleas became downright desperate whilst he grasped you all over. It was quite adorable how needy he became for you. How much he yearned to touch you, to pleasure you..and to make his sweet (y/n) smile brighter than anyone else had. See, the others may have been more experienced but he was far more hungry for it. Willing to do any and everything it took to please you and keep you satisfied. He was your clay; to mold and shape to your liking. (Y/N) broke into yet another cheeky grin, running your fingers along the underside of your chin to kiss him once more. Trust, the anticipation was killing you just the same but you decided to make him work for it for a little bit. Let him get his fill of feeling up your frame as the two of you made out. “Come here..” whispering gently, you brought your lips and faces together as one; pulling Choso to his feet and inevitably onto the bed. Lying atop your full figure..hands roaming all over as if he had no idea where to start. Too excited to focus but too aroused to just sit idly. So whilst your lips locked in a fury..slowly sucking on one another’s tongues whilst giving each other soft pecks, Choso’s palms made home on the lace material cupping your chest. His hips slowly rutted between your open thighs; almost as if he were edging himself along. Mumbling against your mouth before moving them to the tender skin on your neck. Meanwhile, his fingers were making home on those ample breasts. Once he freed them from their confines, Choso was a man unhinged..fixated on those beautiful mounds. There were no complaints on your end and rather, you’d merely watch while he worked his way down to your nipples.
“God..you're so pretty. Pretty fucking tits..pretty face..” his words trailing off before greedily sucking on those pretty brown buds. His tongue lapping and saliva trailing all over them. It was always his favorite when it came to foreplay..getting lost in the sensation of licking them and the feeling of your fingers wafting through his hair. Glaring with watchful eyes, (y/n) chewed profusely at your lower lip. It had been a pretty hectic week so being showered in adoration like this was just what you needed. “Mmm…my baby..you’re so beautiful…” that sweet voice trailing off into a deep whimper. Almost groaning as if he were completely and hopelessly hooked on you, even without a taste. Pulling back, retracting from your now sensitive nipples and feeling a trail of saliva along with it, his deep set eyes locked onto yours for a moment. “God, I need you so bad..please let me have you..” practically pleading to have the rest of you. But one stark difference between him and the others was that they never left you much room to be in control. You could see the sheer desperation in his face..to not only fuck you but fulfill every desire plaguing your brain. To enact every nasty thought running through both of your minds. Crawling onto the bed, Choso would begin working at that sensitive flesh of your neck once more and grinding against your open thighs; that erection swelling from the confines of his sweatpants. So desperate and needy to be the sole object of your desire. “…just wanna make you feel good. Wanna do anything to make you feel good..” He knew you were a tough woman to tame but he’d do just about anything to feel the warmth of that pussy again..tightening around him and milking his cock for all he had. But for now…you had a much better idea.
“You mean that, babyboy? You’ll do anything for me, whatever I want, right?” Tipping his head downward with your fingers cupping his chin and your thumb sliding into his mouth, you’d let him suck on it..cooing to your adorable little toy, to which he’d nod in response. He was so sweet and obedient. So much so that when you shoved him off of you with a gentle push and told him to strip down, he made haste in doing so. You needed to see all of him..from those ripped abs, chiseled muscles and of course..throbbing cock. Watching him rid himself of those clothes slowly was quite the sight and you were certainly getting an eyeful. You couldn’t help but to let those fingertips dance between your sheathed folds and gently massage that bud. Especially when he rendered himself entirely nude and that pre-cum spurted from the tip; fully erect and standing at attention. Almost as if he could barely contain himself. “P-please..(y/n). Please let me take you right here, angel. You just look so fucking good right now…I can’t handle it..” akin to a puppy in heat, Choso practically frothed at the mouth, for his chance to be one with you. Unfortunately for him, seeing him squirm and hearing those sweet little cries were far more entertaining! “You poor thing, you’re so hard..you look like you’re about to burst..” which wasn’t wrong in the slightest..considering that he could hear the sound of your wetness being thrashed around by your fingertips. It was his weakness among many other things. So you had the perfect solution.. “..don’t worry, baby..I’ll handle it..” now, normally, it wasn’t something he’d be content with. He was a very firm believer in letting his lady get her nut first. Always a selfless lover but this was something that would satisfy you both. Waving him over with that finger, you’d order him to sit between your thighs..legs sprawled out as you maneuvered to the headboard and spread your own. You were going to do something that he never had and that was to pleasure him. Make him see stars, moan and beg as he had for you many times prior. Seated comfortably in the middle of your plump thighs, Choso soon found himself encompassed by your legs coiling his waist. Your plan? To jerk him off and stroke those nipples. It was apparent just how sensitive he was when you ever so gently grazed his chest and he jumped. “B-but I—“..but nothing. You’re always taking such good care of me..just relax.” Softening him with a gentle peck to his cheek and his temple. Feeling the soft touch of your lips against his skin caused an already trembling Choso to shudder once more. Your hands made home on his chest, gently circulating and caressing his upper body. With your frame fully folded around him, he could go nowhere..completely within your clutch and forced to let you take all of his stress away. “You’re so good to me, Cho..I just wanna return the favor…” cooing in a sweet, whiny tone as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, leaving kitten licks and kisses. Meanwhile, you’d pinch his very erect nipples between your fingertips, softly squeezing them before tracing tiny circles around them. “Can I do that? Pleaseee?” Truthfully, you didn’t have to ask him for a damn thing. Whatever you wanted, it was yours! Huffing in sharp breaths, Choso attempted to answer you but could barely even get his words out. You had him completely stuck; stimulating many of his pressure points at once. Instead, you’d watch as Cho’s dick twitched and fluttered on its lonesome without so much as a single touch. “Ah!—ha..yes, please..” begging whilst he sucked his teeth and bit down on his lip. He’d do just about anything right now to keep this sensation going. And you’d do anything to keep those pitiful moans flowing from his mouth. Especially when his cock head kept ejaculating prematurely. It was apparent that those nipples were his weak spot. You’d continue pinching them whilst nibbling at his ear. Eventually, your palms passed his chest and resided on his abs..getting lower and lower until…
“Please what? Tell me, babyboy..talk to me. Tell me what you want.” Enticing him more as the seconds and minutes passed. Lowering those fingertips to his tip, teasing it ever so gently with your thumb pad to evoke the response you were searching for. His desperation grew larger and soon, he could no longer maintain that control. Caving and craving to be handled. Releasing heavy huffs, Choso released a whiny cry before answering..
“P—please..mommy. Make me come.”
all the words and permission you needed to enact on his request and your perverse desires. The name evoking a smile across your face as well. He was so sensitive, you felt as if he may combust if you touched him too hard. So you’d settle for gentle strokes..wrapping the remainder of your fingers around it and sliding them up and down his shaft. Going slowly and taking all the time you needed to please him. Choso was such a vocal man. Not afraid nor shy about how good you made him feel. Even at the expense of sounding completely submissive. For you though, he was. He’d allow you to do whatever you wanted..as far as he was concerned, you held complete dominion over his mind and body. He was yours to mold, to shape and honestly, bitch up. His balls swollen to the brim, just waiting to be milked. But you’d continue those gentle pumps, even prompting him to spit in your hand for further lube. Meanwhile, (y/n) was still rubbing those hard nipples and flicking your tongue around his jugular. “Mmm..look at you. Doing so good..feels nice being on the receiving end, doesn’t it?” “Y-yesss. So fucking good.” Needless to say, he was in heaven right now! Floating on an endless cloud of bliss with a wide smile on his face. Kissing his temple and giggling, you’d keep going. Eliciting those long, drawn out moans and muffled cries. Looking down to his toes curling up in the sheets as you so casually let him fuck your enclosed fist. Sporadically bucking those hips up each time you brought your hand down on it. Those eight and a half inches growing thicker. This teasing was going to truly be the death of him. “Oh God…m’ gonna come. Please baby.. ‘need to nut.” Resorting to groveling for his climax at this point. But he’d do anything to have that gooey cum dripping down your knuckles. He couldn’t even feint it this time..you owned him right now! Just to establish more dominion, you’d take those fingers that were once stroking his nipples and shove them between his lips, coaxing out a trail of saliva that helped lube him up even more; watching him drool with that fucked out expression on his face was getting you so turned on. “Yesss, baby. Spit for me..spit on that dick. You’re doing so good..” singing his praises whilst pumping him dry. He was unraveling so much, it’d become harder to restrain him. “G-ahhh! (Y/N)…pleaseeee. Let me—“ before the words could leave his lips, that semen spurting out, even without your permission..whether you allowed it or not. Crying out as he came and you’d have to pepper his cheek with kisses to calm him down. “That’s it, sweetheart…let it out.” Cupping his chin into your palm and smashing your lips together with a haze of sloppy pecks. Tongue thrashing around in each other’s mouth and even exchanging more of that spit. Even though he was disheveled and shaking, the two of you couldn’t help but to laugh at the aftermath. “Fuck..” “..you okay?” Nodding and muttering in response.
honestly, he was feeling better than he had in days. Being milked by his fine ass girl and getting doted on all in one? Yeah, he couldn’t ask for more! But he’d be a little gluttonous and beg for you to take things up a notch. He wanted to keep feeling that euphoric sensation..to have you take him to another height before things concluded. To which you had the perfect plan. “Lay back, baby. I’m not done.” Ordering and commanding him around with so much cadence. Choso was the type that loved his women in charge so he didn’t mind allowing you to have control over him. Doing exactly as you instructed..falling against the fluffy pillows and mattress, crawling atop his frame shortly after. “Oh my gosh..please sit on this dick. Fuck..” gliding down and mounting his cock; easily accessible through the open crotch area of your panties. You’d grasp the base and guide him in but he was shocked to see that your back was turned to him and you were planning to ride him in reverse. “Mmm..you’re so fucking big. Stretching this fucking pussy..” moaning as you began to move and take the first couple of inches into your tightness. It had been a while since you’d felt him so he had to get you accustomed back to his shape. That swollen tip pressing through your fleshy insides and penetrating those walls. After a couple of bounces, you could feel Cho’s black painted fingernails digging into the thick of your hips. His eyes glued to your rippling backside; watching that ass move until you began to bog down and they’d roll to the back of his skull. Eventually, you’d find yourself establishing a rhythm and fucking him silly. Standing atop your tiptoes and going in slow circles. “F-fuck! You feel so good, (y/n)! Goddamnit..” causing him to shout as he kept that grip on your body. In this view, he couldn’t help but to become mesmerized and fall deeper in love with that body..showering you with praise in the process. “You’re so fucking pretty, (y/n). You take this dick so good..you’re the only one who can fuck me like this..don’t stop, please..” with those drawn out, sexy moans fueling you, you couldn’t help but to give him exactly what he wanted. “I know, baby. I know…look how you got me creaming on it. This pussy always gets so wet for you..” soon, that room filled with whiny cries, whimpers and yelling among smacking skin. After a while, he could no longer withstand sitting idle and you could only maintain your position for a little bit so those hands clutched your hips and cellulite a bit tighter before he decided to take the reins. “Hold still..fuck. Please..” thrusting up into you shortly thereafter; letting that cock slam your sensitive spot. Those sloppy, nasty thrusts driving him crazy. “Yes! Right there, right there..” “Choooo! I’m coming—“ It wasn’t long before he was prompting you to squirt. Which sent you rocketing up off of him. That sticky sweetness, showering his tattooed thighs. But the two of you weren’t quite finished..not until he burst his second and concurrent nut..this time, needing to fill you with it. Those legs began trembling but it wasn’t long before he folded them up into a reverse mating press and stuffed that hole full of his cum after a few more thrusts. And he didn’t do so without breaking himself. Throbbing inside of you as he drained those balls inside of your womb. It was a euphoric feeling that could never grow old!
“I—I! I came so fucking hard..damn..” laughing to himself at the aftermath of the mess you two created. Feeling spent and completely satisfied, you’d fall into one another’s arms along with a barrage of sweet kisses. A smile, for the first time in a while, had broken through on Choso’s face, which you figured would be a little more permanent now after that. He’d caress your shaking body and he’d do the same. “Do me a favor? Don’t ever stay away from me that long.” Bopping his nose with your index finger, which made him chuckle; grasping the back of your neck before placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make that dumb mistake twice. Can’t have anyone else loving on my girl. Not when I do it the best.”
and every time, he’d prove why you’d always keep coming back for more.
black fem, goth!reader, goth!choso just a rlly short little drabble about a married couple intensely fucking:)
wc: 0.8k
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just a little smth until I’m able to get back writing full time. I rlly do miss y’all and writing longer stuff but I don’t want to put any more strain on myself for the time being. Hope yall don’t mind!!
“Yeah I know, I know…you’re even starting to come a lil’ bit. But not yet, you gotta hold it a little longer, okay?”
there wasn’t a scene quite like it..two bodies passionately entangled under the dim lighting cast over them. Contrasting hues of skin clashing together but bound the same silky black sheets that draped each of their thighs. Both riddled with an abundance of tattoos and silver jewelry, including the glossy charcoal colored band on your ring finger, signifying that the two of you were bound for eternity. It wasn’t a privilege that your husband took lightly..he loved each and every square inch of your body. He worshiped it as a devout disciple would do their savior ... .kneeling to the altar that was your sacred treasure; one he didn’t take for granted. If such a place existed, you were a divine gift sent directly from the heavens….and he wanted to give his thanks in the best way he knew how.
“Besides, I know you can fuck me much better than this, can’t you?”
Glaring up at you with a smug look written across his face, Choso knew the answer before your lips could even part. He knew the treat he was in for once you found your stride. As you remained positioned on top, straddling his cock while it sat dormant inside of those soft folds, he’d await your next move. Those strong hands firmly gripping that waist to keep you steady. When your legs began to tremble a bit, your loving husband took the liberty and sheer pleasure of pounding up into you. Bucking those hips and hammering away at that spot until you felt as if you were going to fall off. But he’d keep you reigned in with a stern hold, making certain you felt every inch, every rivet and every vein marking your insides. A territory no one else could claim dominion over…. now or in the next five lifetimes. over…hence the marks from his teeth and handprints all over you after some rough and passionate fucking. And vice versa with your nail marks clawing through his back and bruises left from him begging to be choked and slapped as you straddled him. Instead, he’d wait for you to gather your balance and allow you to have the lead. Which didn’t take long to initiate…
“…yeahhhh…fuck, that’s it. Ride me. C’mon, just like that. You’re doing so good.” Despite him doing a majority of the work, he wanted you to feel like the star of this show.
your beautiful moans rivaling that of a symphony the way you cried out and called to him ... .hands planted on his chest to keep you steady whilst your lower half did all of the work.
“Yes! You’re so fucking perfect, angel. So fucking tight but you take me so well. Your pussy’s so creamy and wet.” Crying out your name as he held you close to him; showcasing that brute strength that seemed to hide in plain sight. His large muscle coiling around your back and a hand snaking up to pull at those gorgeous braids. Just one of the many beautiful, diverse hairstyles you sported; always adorn with some sort of jewelry to accessorize them. The flickers of dimly lit candles illuminated the room, highlighting the red and black decor, including the Victorian Gothic style bed shaking underneath you as if it were a seance commencing. The perfect display to a scene of passionate, raw, disgusting lovemaking between two interconnected souls. Bound by more than just mortal flesh and existence….this was a love that transcended all eternity and beyond. Two souls knowing that you would find one another again, even when these vessels ceased to exist.
“Kiss me…”
forcing you down to meet his lips with a firm grip to the back of your neck…not in a violent or harmful manner, but in a way that assured you that your dominion in its entirety belonged to him. As your tongues wrestled with one another’s and those moans coagulated, his hands would roam further and further ... .until those soft, supple asscheeks resided in his hands. Before long, you’d find yourself being forced up and down yet again….thrashed around on that fat dick by his doing. Your face nestled securely into the crook of your husband’s neck.
“Babyyy…fuck!”
The bridge of your nose brushing against his silver chains and those lips ever so slightly dredging against the tattoo running along his throat that resembled barbed wire.
“That’s it, gorgeous ... .just shut your brain off f’r me…stay still while I pump you full of this dick…you don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of you…”
not just words uttered in the throes of ecstasy but ones that came from the depths of his very core and that he lived by. After all, his world as he knew it would cease to exist if you were not a part of it.
ryomen "my girlfriend beats me" sukuna. aka, the time where sukuna thought it would be funny to announce to onlookers that his girlfriend beats him.
it some random saturday where your friend group decided to go bowling. after you all had gotten tired of gojo's whines since he was losing to geto, you all decided to head out. on your way out though, gojo pointed out the arcade room and bought game cards for everyone before anyone could complain.
among the rigged games, there was a boxing machine where a small punching bag would dangle. someone would then step up and hit the bag as hard as possible, allowing the machine to "measure" the strength of the hit. the current high-score was 920. it was actually sukuna that dragged you over to the machine and told you to give it a shot. he swiped the game card he purchased earlier and leaned on the side of the machine as it let the punching bag dangle, awaiting your hit.
"go on, baby. give it your best shot," sukuna says, the smug look on his face making you want to hit him rather than the machine.
as if he read your mind, gojo pipes up and says, "yeah just pretend the bag is his face, yn!"
you roll your eyes and have half a mind to just give it a half hearted punch just to get it over with. until you get another look at the smirk on sukuna's face. the asshole just wanted you to go first so he could go after and show off. you found that your boyfriend likes to take any opportunity to show his strength. whether it's tightening jars so you would have to ask for his help or doing stupid arm wrestling at the parties when he's had a few too many drinks. just the thought of the ego boost this would give him made your eye twitch.
so you take a stance you remember sukuna showing you when he insisted you learn self-defense. you raise your arm and pivot your body as a practice punch that didn't hit the bag just yet. using that momentum, you land a hook powerful enough to shake the machine as the numbers on the screen shot up before stopping at 999, the max.
choso and shoko clap in praise from behind you as gojo and toji let out a couple hollers and whistles. the commotion from the impact of your punch caused a couple people to look over and upon seeing the number on the screen, a couple of them clapped a little too.
you look over to sukuna with a smirk, expecting to find nothing but shock only to get irritated when he looked prouder than before. you watched in real time as the idea formed in his head before he cupped one hand around his mouth as his other hand points at you.
"she's my girlfriend!" sukuna calls out, loud as fuck. "she beats the shit outta me!"
as if the commotion from your friends' cheers weren't enough, of course sukuna decides to be an attention seeker. his comment earns some laughs and toji even adds on, "don't worry, he's exactly where he wants to be."
sukuna saunters over to you before pulling you into his chest by your waist. "damn right i am," he tells you with a grin.
you land a soft jab into his side in protest, "if someone calls the cops on me for domestic abuse, i swear ryomen."
"y'know i'd bail you out, pretty baby."
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