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Crimson stained lips

Word count: 7.6K (yikes lmao)

Pairing: Vampire!Choso x Human Reader

Synopsis: (one shot) You caught your boyfriend cheating and become a bit reckless in your heartbroken state. You decide to drive to a particular bar with a certain type of clientele, wanting a bit of thrill and a good time. A good time you have indeed, when a dark and beautiful stranger sits next to you at the bar and strikes up a conversation. As the drinks keep flowing and you begin to loosen up, you both agree that a little one night stand wouldn’t hurt anybody. Even if you’re two different species.

Content (MDNI !) : Vampire AU, heavy angst as reader deals with the emotional turmoil of being cheated on, drinking, sex under the influence (from alcohol and Choso’s vampy charm hehe) rough sex, p in v, oral(f! receiving), choking, mating press, biting, slight blood play, some name calling (slut), nicknames (little rabbit, sweetheart), brief impact play, one night stand, slightly dom Choso

Authors note: Not proof read! This was meant to be something short and sweet but I got emotionally attached to my keyboard and just kept going! I will definitely turn this into a mini series. This is also my first time writing smut in years. I’m a little rusty but I feel satisfied:) enjoy!

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You’re driving down a winding road at 4 am listening to your “recurring depressive episode” playlist. The deep bass from Deaftones”s “Change” is blaring through your speakers and you’re sobbing uncontrollably . You’ve just left your boyfriend's (now ex) apartment after finding him in bed with the coworker he told you not to worry about. Of fucking course.

You knew this would happen. All those times he stayed behind at the restaurant to “help” close when he’d been cut early, because he “didn’t want to leave her alone.” How she consistently messaged him to let him know how her day was going and what she was up to, always wondering if he was available to “chill.” She knew about you of course. You’d even spoken to her multiple times. You’d told her repeatedly how uncomfortable her persistence made you. Yet, she was always dismissive, as was he.

“What a fucking joke” You mutter. You couldn’t help but blame yourself. The signs were all there like bright neon red lights. Yet you chose to believe that version of him was false and that he’d never dare do that to you. That his love for you was as real and true as yours was for him. You were angry with him, with her, but even more so with yourself. You should’ve left the day you saw her hugging all over him behind that restaurant…

Your rumination is interrupted by the sound of your phone’s relentless buzzing. Your eyes snap downward. He was blowing up your phone. He’d texted you about 20 times once you left. Now he’s calling you repeatedly. You shouldn’t answer. Not while you’re driving..

But you haven’t been the most responsible with your actions lately. Fuck it. You answer.

“What do you want?” You ask calmly. The line is silent for a beat.

“Please just listen to me-”

“Why should I? Every time I do, I am fed lie after lie! I can’t do this anymore!” You’re yelling now. You? Listen? As if that isn’t all you’ve done this entire time. Listen to his excuses, his gaslighting..

“I know, I know. But please just hear me out one more time. Just once more. It wasn’t what it looked like-”

You laugh. You laugh so hard that more tears pour from your eyes.

“How original. I mean seriously. That’s the best you could come up with? What happened to those Grade A manipulation tactics of yours? You’re losing your edge.”

You hear someone scoff. She’s still there.

“You’re being, like, such a bitch right now. He’s trying to check on you. Make sure you get home safe. At least try to hear him out.”

Then you snap.

“Oh FUCK YOU. FUCK BOTH OF YOU. I HOPE YOU BOTH CONTRACT EVERY STI AND STD AND WHATEVER THE FUCK IS OUT THERE, AND THAT IT RUINS THE REST OF YOUR DISGUSTING AND INSIGNIFICANT MISERABLE LIVES! I HOPE YOU NEITHER OF YOU EVER FEEL AN OUNCE OF COMFORT OR LOVE EVER AGAIN!”

Too much? Probably.

You hang up and pull over to calm yourself down. You don’t want to think about them anymore. You don’t even want to feel. What you want is booze. What you want even more is to drink said booze in a low lit, loud and stale smelling building. Yeah, a bar.

You try to think of all your favorite bars around town, but all of them would remind you of him and you’d probably run into some of your shared friends. That’s a no go.

Then a wild and incredibly reckless thought pops into your head. There is that one part of town that isn’t exactly off limits to you or people like you, however it is very much advised that you avoid it. It’s said to be inhabited by creatures of the night.

Vampires.

You’ve heard the stories around your part of town. Mostly freighting ones about how dangerous these beings are. How good they are at pulling in their prey with their angelic features, sweet scents and alluring voices. But underneath the masks, they are said to be unbridled beasts, incredibly strong and fast and possess unique gifts, as well as an innate thirst for warm and “straight from the tap” blood. It’s said that the whole town had originally belonged to them over 200 years ago. Then a sickness came about amongst the humans in what used to be a city close to here, and the leader of the vampires was gracious enough to open up half of the town to those in need of refuge. The humans never left, of course.

You should be deterred by these stories as there have been many humans that also felt a little reckless and crossed over to the Vampires territory, only to be found back on the human side as a lifeless husk, completely drained of every ounce of blood their fragile bodies held. You’ve heard that the vampires responsible were usually caught by their own authorities and were dealt with. It still didn’t stop the corpses from showing up during the hours of dawn.

However, though most stories of these beings are downright horrific and would steer any sane human being away, You’ve heard whispers of those who’ve crossed over and made it back to see another sunrise. They tell stories of rather… eventful nights, spent rolling around in the sheets. Apparently Vampires are very lustful and find some excitement at the prospect of having sex with a human.

That is the very thought that rolls around your mind, clouding your sense of reason. Although you really just want to get a drink, the thought of a passionate night with a Vampire excites you as well. It would surely take your mind off of the shit show that is your love life. You restart your car, and begin the drive to the other side of town.

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The area is dark, full of brick buildings and tall oak trees. There are no lit up signs, no street lights, and certainly no other cars on the road. Why own a car when you can run at the same speed as one?

You keep your brights off and try to get a good look around. There surely has to be some kind of bar nearby, some kind lounge where they all get together every night. Every building looks the same, and your human eyes are shit in the dark. What are you even doing really? This is beyond absurd, putting your life at risk all because of a broken heart. Your sense of rationality has long been thrown to the wind. You should be at home, coping like a normal, mentally stable person.

Oh who are you kidding. When have you ever been just that?

When you’re just about to give up and head home, you spot two figures standing in front of a smaller building. There’s a tall man with white hair, and the person next to them has their face shrouded in their hoodie. As you drive closer, their faces appear and the one in the hoodie seems familiar..

“Ijichi?” You murmur in surprise. Your coworker. What the hell is he doing here? As if you’re in any position to question his choices right now. You pull up all the way and roll your window down.

“Hey stranger.” You beam at him. He startles slightly, eyes wide, then composes himself.

“Oh, hey y/n. Fancy seeing you tonight. What're you doing over here?” He asks, eyes full of alarm.

“I could ask you the same thing. Is this your first time?”

He shakes his head. “Nope! I have friends over here. Been doing this for a long time.” Then he looks over to his white haired companion. The man gives you a dazzling smile that nearly has you wheezing.

“Saturo Gojo. Nice to meet you.” He extends his hand and you take it without hesitation.

Holy shit, he's freezing!

“And you as well.” You answer weakly. Ijichi rolls his eyes and leans into the window.

“But seriously y/n, what are you doing over here? You know how dangerous it is.”

You scoff. “Yet, here you are. What do you mean you have friends here? How?”

“Like I said, I’ve been coming over here for a long time. I’ve done some favors and earned their trust. It took a while, believe me.” He glances at Satoru, and the white haired man winks. You nearly faint. Seriously, what is it about vampires and their extreme charm? Every gesture this man has made towards you, with his sparkling cerulean eyes and messy white hair, has nearly knocked you out.

“I just want you to be safe. This isn’t a place you can just casually waltz into expecting everything to go smoothly. Why are you here?” He’s asked three times now. It’s best to just answer.

“It’s been a rough night, Ijichi. I caught my boyfriend in bed with one of his coworkers even though he’d told me multiple times that I didn’t need to worry. I’m sad and I feel like an idiot and just want to clear my head. I can’t go to any of the places on our side of town because I don’t want to run into anyone who may have known about us and be subjected to their pity when I tell them what a lying piece of shit he is. I know this is incredibly dumb of me, but I just wanted to see what I could find over here.” You sigh.

Ijichi stares, obviously lost for words since you kind of trauma dumped on him. Fair..

Then Satoru speaks up.

“Shit. That is rough. I’m sorry, truly.” He seems to think for a moment.

“I’ll tell you what. See this building behind us? This is our lounge. Yes, we have liquor and you’re free to go on in and drink to your hearts content. I’ll even let anyone inside know to leave you be. Trust me, they’ll listen if it's coming from me.”

“Wow.. Thanks Satoru.” You murmur. He gives you another wink and you have to keep your head from spinning off your body.

“No problem at all. Ijichi and I will walk you in. You can leave your car here, I’ll have a friend of mine watch over it. Come on.” And he’s opening your door and pulling you out.

The three of you enter through large double wooden doors and you find that it's a bit brighter here. There are candles lit everywhere, which is a fire waiting to happen but regardless, it’s a vibe. There is a quiet hum of 90’s rock playing through the speakers, and the conversation between patrons is soft. Relaxing. Opposite of what you wanted. But maybe this is what you need. Not some overcrowded and boisterous dive bar, but something calm and warm and oddly enough, inviting.

Satoru claps his hands and every head turns in your direction. You immediately feel like prey in a room full of very starved predators. But Satoru places a hand on your shoulder and whispers,

“Try and slow that heart down, yeah? You’ll just make em’ curious." Then he speaks up for his audience.

“Alright everyone. This little lady here wants a drink and some space, so you will be granting her just that. Do not threaten her, be a creep or try to coerce her into letting you take a bite, or you will be dealt with. Got it?” Everybody shrugs and turns back to their groups. You lose a sigh.

“Well then, off you go! Enjoy your drink and give yourself a little break. I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” Then he’s walking away. Ijichi stays by your side for a moment.

“I’ve never seen Gojo do that for anyone. You must’ve tugged on his heartstrings a bit.” He chuckles. You laugh shakily and run your eyes over the room once more. Then your gaze catches onto a pair of dark, unyielding eyes.

They belong to a man sitting in a corner, whose hair is in a messy half do, bangs framing his face. He’s wearing a loose black T-shirt and a pair of dark washed jeans. Despite his plain attire, he’s still so incredibly beautiful. Which is to be expected amongst the vampires. But his beauty has your knees buckling and you wanting to crawl over to where he sits.There is something about him and the way his eyes hold yours. As if he’s trying to figure out just who exactly you are, what you like, what you want..

“Whose that?” you ask Ijichi before he can walk away. He follows your line of sight.

“That’s Choso. He’s a nice guy. Rarely causes any issues and he’s pretty quiet. Just likes to keep to himself mostly. You don’t need to worry about him.”

Oh you were doing the complete opposite. He has piqued your interest entirely. You shouldn’t think too much about it. But it’s kind of hard not to when he continues to stare you down as you make your way to the bar. You do your best to ignore him as you order yourself margarita and sip on it slowly. You fight so hard to not look over at Choso, but your eyes can't stop themselves from wandering over to the beautiful dark haired man. He’s gone…

Your heart sinks but you’re not sure why. You shouldn’t be this excited over a stranger, let alone a Vampire. But he’s exactly your type. Dark and brooding, with shoulder length hair and it seemed like he had a nice muscular build from what you had seen during your brief staring contest. Oh well. You shouldn’t concern yourself with any man right now-

“Put her drink on my tab.” You hear a deep voice say on your left. It takes everything in you not to jump out of your stool. But when your eyes meet the owner of that voice, your entire body goes warm and fuzzy. The butterflies in your stomach go wild and your breathing is labored.

Choso smirks. “Easy little rabbit. Relax..” He then rests his hand on top of yours and somehow, it calms you. You let out a shaky giggle.

“Little rabbit?”

“Your heart beats like one. I heard it when you’d first walked in and it happened again just now. Why is that?” he tilts his head to rest on his fist, loose strands of hair falling to the side. He hasn’t blinked at all. Like he doesn’t want to miss a single movement of yours.

“You mean why does my heart beat like that?..” you ask, breath still a little shallow. He nods.

“I mean.. I don't know. Nerves probably?”

“Are you nervous?” He leans in slightly and his voice drops lower, sending a zing of warmth down your spine. Your face heats and you try to speak but can’t find the answer to his question. It’s as if he’s taking all the oxygen from your brain, rendering you speechless. He pulls away.

“I see that you are. Again, why is that?” Well isn’t he persistent?

“Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m in a room full of vampires. It's only a natural reaction I would think.”

“Satoru made it clear to leave you be and no one goes against his orders. You’re safe, no reason to be anxious.” Choso turns to the bartender and orders a Bloody Mary, and yes there is actual blood mixed in instead of tomato juice, to your dismay. You shouldn’t judge though. You’re in their territory. This is their home, where they are free to live how they desire. You are the intruder here. You begin to feel guilty about your answer.

“I’m sorry.. Choso, right?” You smile at him. He stares a bit as he sips his cocktail then chuffs.

“Cute, but you already know. I heard you ask Ijichi for my name. And there’s no need to apologize. You humans were raised with stories about our ‘monster’ like nature. It’s all you know and I can’t fault you for that.”

You hadn’t realized how tense you were until your posture slumps. There really is an ease to him that radiates towards yourself. You remember that Vampires are said to have unique gifts. Is this his? Or is it part of their physiology that makes them incredibly charming? You ponder that for a bit until Choso speaks up again.

“Not all Vampires are like what your stories depict us as. There are some that tend to lean into their blood lust, and believe me when I say that most of us here detest that and punish those who choose violence. Many of us want peace between all species.”

You nod and chew on your lip. He watches the movement.

“Is that why you came over here? To ease my mind?” You tease.

He doesn’t smile at your attempt, but leans in again and says “Partially. But I was curious myself, like you. That is why you came here, right? Your curiosity got the best of you, as it does for most of your kind.”

“Partially.” You shrug and turn away from him, resting your chin on your hands.

“I had a shit night. My boyfr- Ex is an asshole. Caught him cheating.”

“Gross.” Choso replies. You nod in agreement.

“Yeah. I just wanted someplace to drink and be around people because being alone with my thoughts seems scary right now. But being in my part of town seemed unappealing, so here I am.”

You see Choso stare at you from your peripheral. He’s really good at that, staring people down.

“What’s scary about being alone with your thoughts? Maybe it’d help.”

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’d only tear myself down, analyze every second of our relationship and wonder what I did wrong. I’d blame myself for his unfaithfulness because it’s easier that way, weirdly enough. Even if it is completely his fault.”

“Exactly.” Choso interjects. “It is his fault entirely. You were never responsible for his actions. He chose to hurt you on his own volition. So why would you blame yourself?”

“I think it’s because it’s so fresh. I’m hurt and my self esteem is completely shot. He was so good at manipulating me, even though the signs were in my face. The manipulation left a mark on me which is probably why I can’t seem to give myself any sort of grace right now…”

You both sit in silence. Listening to the hum of voices around you and the soft cords of a rock ballad coming from the speakers. This is nice, you think. It’s peaceful. Not at all what you were expecting when you first drove here. You understand now why Ijichi comes here often. It’s unfamiliar but cozy. You don’t recognize every face around you, you’re not being bombarded with questions about your ex partner's absence. Perhaps this was the best idea you’ve had in a long time.

“You’re very beautiful. I noticed that as soon as you walked through those doors. You immediately caught my eye, and my interest. That’s the main reason I came over here. But since I’ve been talking to you, I’ve noticed your appearance isn’t the only perfect thing about you. You have a kind heart. I picked up on that as soon as you apologized for your nervousness around me. You didn’t want to insult me or make me feel like a monster. I appreciate that. I’ve honestly never had a good interaction with any human before, so thank you for being the first.”

You’re blushing fiercely. You don’t know what to say. You weren’t expecting such forwardness, but you’re very much into it. You start to tear up. Something in his words struck you hard. With how much you’re hating yourself for what happened, hearing him say such a kind thing cracked the flood gates behind your eyes. You finally look up into his eyes, and he quickly grabs your chin. The movement is so fast you wouldn't have been able to stop him. He leans forward a bit more and his nostrils flare and his eyes get impossibly darker. You have no clue what's really happening, but you know you don’t want it to stop. The air between the two of you is suddenly charged hot, in contrast to his icy fingers holding you still.

“Don’t cry.” He says, thumbs brushing away the droplets from under your eyes.

Your lips part and your breath stutters. He briefly looks down at them. Then he lets go and pulls back.

“You really only came here for a drink?” He asks lowly. Your face heats up further. Does he somehow know what you were thinking about on the way here? About how lustful vampires can be? You’ve heard how good they are in bed. Now you feel ashamed.

“Yeah, just a drink. This margarita is pretty good. Mind if I add another one to the tab?”

His eyes narrow and he smirks. “Go ahead.”

He orders another Bloody Mary.

“Maybe it’d help to talk about his flaws and what he sucked at.” He offers.

You chuckle. Yeah, that would help wouldn’t it? But all you can think about is how charismatic he is, how he always got you free drinks on nights out because he’d charm the bartenders. How he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner with no complaints simply because he liked cooking for you. Who never left for work without kissing you repeatedly and embracing you tightly. He truly was a sweet lover on the surface. But you now know it was all a facade to cover up his lack of respect and control. Underneath it all, he was so fucking selfish.

A thought, or more so memories, come to mind.

“He sucked at fucking.” You say plainly. Choso’s eyes widen and then he’s laughing lowly.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. He was always way too soft. When I’d tell him what I wanted, he’d look at me like I was absolutely insane. We always did what he wanted, and it almost always resulted in him finishing before me. He also hated foreplay. He’d never.. go down on me.” Saying this out loud feels kind of embarrassing. You’d internalized your frustrations on that matter and now that it’s coming out, you’re ashamed that you put up with it for so long.

“You only hate foreplay if you’re a selfish asshole. Did you ever go down on him?” Choso asks. You nod.

“Tch.. did he think eating you out was gross or something?”

You blush slightly and nod again. Choso rolls his eyes and leans in a little.

“There is nothing even remotely gross about it. It’s honestly the best fucking experience anyone could ever be lucky enough to have.”

You bite your lip. “You should tell him that.”

“I will actually. Or maybe I’ll do it in front of him. Let him see what he’s missing out on.”

You heat at his words and look at his lips. They look so soft and plush. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious. Choso must notice the way you’re analyzing him, because he smirks and asks, “What was it that you'd want him to do? What was too crazy for him?”

“Oh.. I mean- I just wanted him to be a bit more rough with me. Throw me around. Choke me a little, or a lot. Tie me up..” you tail off and turn away. Why are you telling him all this? Must be the alcohol loosening your tongue.

There’s another stretch of silence, but you can feel his eyes on you. Studying you further.

The amount of staring this man has done tonight should put you off. If any other man were to do this to you, you’d have already left just to be safe. However- the way Choso keeps his eyes on you feels not so much threatening, but exhilarating. Perhaps it may be because he excites you.

“You’re turning me on and It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

You’re mid sip when he speaks, and you end up choking. He pats your back and chuckles.

“Wow, no filter on you huh?” You snort.

“Not really. I don’t like living with a restriction on what I can and can’t say. That’s boring.”

Must be nice. Only vampires could get away with that. They don’t really have much to fear amongst each other.

“Well, if we’re playing the honesty game,” You hesitate. Should you tell this man, this stranger, what exactly you’re feeling? Especially with your very recent breakup and your emotionally charged state of mind.. It wouldn’t be wise. A one night stand won't heal your shattered heart. It won’t pick up your fallen esteem. You need to go home and take care of yourself for once.

“I feel the same.” you murmur.

Oh, you’ve completely lost it.

Choso straightens. “Yeah?”

You nod shyly. The corner of his mouth hikes up.

“And why is that, little rabbit?”

“I could ask you the same.” You bite your lip. His eyes widen slightly at that and he pulls your stool even closer towards him to the point where you’re practically sitting in his lap.

“Fuck.. do that more.” he growls.

“Hey you guuuyysss! What’s going on over here?” Gojo appears from thin fucking air. A man with long black hair and purple eyes stands beside him, holding his hand. You completely forgot about Gojo. How long have you even been here?

“Saturo, Suguru.” Choso mutters. They both chuckle.

“Sorry for interrupting whatever… this was. We just wanted to check up on our little human. Make sure she’s still in one piece.” Satoru chides.

Choso glares. “Why wouldn’t she be?” He asks, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

“Now now, Choso. That wasn’t a dig at you. Like Satoru said, we’re just looking after her. Are you okay sweetheart?” Suguru purrs. You blush once again and nod quickly. Choso scoffs.

“We were in the middle of talking.”

“Oh we can see that.” Gojo smirks. Choso ignores him and looks back at you. His eyes glass over a bit and his lids droop like he’s in some sort of haze.

“Want to do something about this.. curiosity we both have?” He murmurs.

The way he was looking at you made you want to do whatever he asked of you.

And he made you so incredibly wet.

This should be scary. But you nod anyway.

“Yes please..”

And with that, he’s taking your hand and marching you both towards the door.

“Be careful with her Kamo!” Suguru shouts.

“Yeah yeah..” he says softly and once you’re out of the building, he picks you up bridal style and dashes into the dark. You try not to scream but a small squeak slips out of your lips. Where is he taking you?

Before you can ask, he’s stopping at a front door and pulling out some keys.

“My place.” is all he says as he pushes through the door. As soon as you’re both walking in, you run into a boy who looks like he’s in his teens, with bright pink hair and a confused expression.

“Uh, heeyyy Choso.” he says, eyeing you. “New friend?”

“Out of our way, Yuji.” He pushes past him and goes for the stairs, his steps getting faster. Everything is happening so fast and all you can do right now is go with it.

“Have fun? gross..” You hear Yuji mutter and he walks out of the house. As far as you know, it’s just you and Choso now.

He dashes up the stairs and brings you into a room, which is most definitely his bedroom. He has a black comforter with dark red sheets, band posters littering his wall, and it smells faintly of cinnamon. You don’t have much more time to study it as he picks you up by the hips and tosses you on to his bed. You land with a small grunt and try to prop yourself up. He’s already on top of you, grabbing your face in both hands and crashing his lips on to yours. His tongue slips around yours and he sucks on it a bit. You moan softly and try to pull back for air. That’s when you feel the slight graze of his sharp canines on your lips and gasp. He groans. The feeling of his lips and tongue working your mouth so slowly and so passionately has you forgetting about the fangs and completely submitting to him.

He pulls away with a low growl and wraps his hand around your throat.

“I’m sorry for how abrupt this all is. It was just the way you looked at me, our conversation.. You’re just so fucking sweet and the moment you walked into that lounge, I wanted you. I could smell you and practically taste you. But you looked so sad and I wanted to make you feel better because a fucking gorgeous little thing like you shoudn’t look like that. No piece of shit deserves those pretty tears. That sounds so shitty, I know. This may be a bad time for you and if you need to stop, we can-”

You pull him back on to your mouth and his rambling ceases. He moans into you and his grips on your throat tightens.

“I can’t be any other way about this..” He murmurs against your lips. “I’ve never done this with a human. I can’t be.. gentle. If it’s too much..”

“I don’t want you to be gentle, Choso. Take me. Use me. Make me feel good, the way you want to.” You whisper. You want to be consumed. To be taken so hard and so wholly that you can’t think of anything or anyone else.

“Oh.. I can do that.” He says with a smirk. Then he’s flipping you over on to your stomach and pulling your hips up. His fingers hook against your core and pull your panties to the side. He lets loose a low, tortured groan. Your slick drips down your thighs at the sound.

“So fucking beautiful. So wet. All because of me, yeah?” He softly drags two fingers over your clit, making small and slow circles. You mewl in absolute pleasure and nod. He growls lightly and slaps your cunt. You gasp sharply.

“I asked you a question.” He mutters.

Holy shit. That felt amazing, you think. You wanted him to do it again.

“All for you, Choso..” you moan. He curses softly and goes back to rubbing your clit. You try to move your hips in time with his fingers but he grabs your hip and slaps your core again.

“Greedy little slut.” He chuffs. “Be still or I’ll stop.” Rude.

You force yourself to stay still as he goes back to rubbing circles on your bud, slowly and softly. It’s too much but not nearly enough. You’re about to start moving again when you feel him lean forward and brush his lips against you. You whimper in anticipation at the feeling of his breath fanning over your heated and slick cunt. He just hovers there, completely still, as if he can sense the way your body vibrates with immense need. You feel his lips pull into a smirk.

“How badly do you want this?” His deep voice spills from behind you.

“So badly. Please Choso. Please.. I’ll do anyth-” Your pleas turn into needy cries when his tongue licks a slow stripe up from your clit to your hole. He starts slow, lapping at your clit and sucking it into his mouth. When he kisses it slopily, your entire body trembles. The sounds echoing around the room are filthy. His wet mouth working you, your high pitched moans, his low groans. It all has that coil in your stomach tightening and your legs shaking profusely. He grips your thighs and spreads them wide, giving him even more access to your sloppy pussy. His tongue circles around your hole and dipping in and stretching you open. You cry out at the intrusion and buck your hips backward, trying to get him deeper. He slaps your thigh hard, as a warning. Be still.

He holds you still and fucks you with his tongue. His thumb starts rubbing at your swollen clit and your moans get louder. You start to feel a different kind of pressure. One you’ve never experienced before and it startles you a bit.

“Cho.. Ohhh fuuck.. Mmmhh..I think I’m gonna-” You trail off as he hums and grips your thighs hard, spreading them wide again. His lips wrap around your clit and suck hard. You scream and feel your release spray down your thighs and all over Choso’s face. You’re shaking so hard and your head is swimming, you can’t even feel embarrassed at what you just did. He doesn’t seem at all deterred by it, because his grip on your thighs doesn't loosen and his tongue keeps lapping at you and you start to sob into the mattress at the overstimulation.

“Please.. I can’t! No more- pleaasssee..” You whimper. His only response is to suck your clit harder. You squeal.

“You taste so fucking good. Your ex is an absolute idiot. But I guess I can thank him for landing you here for me.” He murmurs, voice rough with pure lust and need.

“I can’t stop.. I fucking can’t.. Need more-” His tongue enters you again, thick and warm and wet, stretching your hole. It’s as if he’s trying to drink you up. Like you’re slick is divine water and he’s in desperate need of hydration. You feel him thrust into the bed, making the headboard smack against the wall. His fingers come back up to rub your abused bud and you’re screaming and cumming again. He finally pulls back and sighs.

“I would love to spend the rest of the night eating this perfect sweet cunt of yours, but I need to be inside of you. Right fucking now.”

He flips you over quickly, leaving you dazed and stands up to unbutton his jeans. You try to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he slides down his pants and boxers. His long, thick cock springs free, the tip oozing precum. It is way bigger than you’d ever imagine a dick could be. You absentmindedly crawl backwards.

“Where’r you going?” He chuckles manically and grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You gasp at the speed of his movements. His leans down and looks deeply into your eyes.

“You’re going to do what I say.” He says, lifting you slightly and peeling your panties off your soaked core. He brings them to his nose and inhales deeply. His eyes roll back and he groans loudly and long.

“These are mine now. I’ll need them later when I’m touching myself to the thought of you.”

All you can do is watch him, your eyes low and glazed. You don’t want to think or worry. You want him to take over completely.

You feel two of his fingers circle over your entrance. Your body jolts and he places a hand on your stomach.

“ I have to stretch you out. Just trust me. You do trust me, right?”

“Mhmm…” you hum, and he nods and slowly slides his fingers inside of you. He starts at a slow pace, then once he sees that you’re adjusting, he quickens. He hooks his fingers inside of you and they nudge that soft spongy part inside of you that has you seeing stars. His thumb rubs quickly against your clit and your back arches and you cry out. He’s building you up towards yet another orgasm and your brain is complete mush. You barely notice him slide in another finger.

“You’re doing so good for me sweetheart. You’re taking it all so well. You like being good, yeah? You like not having to think and let me play with your body how I want?”

You nod and moan loudly, all pitched and needy. He smiles at that.

“Fuuuckk I love those little noises you make. I’m the luckiest man in the whole world tonight. To be able to taste and touch your sweet little angel cunt… maybe the universe decided a monster like me deserves a piece of heaven for once” He’s whispering all of this in your ear, then he slides down to your throat and licks and sucks, not holding back on letting his fangs graze your skin, and it has you bucking upwards, screams and moans spilling from your lips and you cumming hard. You’re absolutely wrecked. He’s given you three orgasms now, and doesn’t seem to plan on stopping at that.

“Are you ready for me?” He growls in your ear. You try to nod and he sighs.

“Thank fuck..” and then he’s lining himself up at your entrance and pushing the head into your tight ring of warmth. You cry out weakly and he moans like a virgin.

“Oooh fuck you’re tight-“ He says between clenched teeth.

“I’m trying so hard to take it slow but your perfect little cunt is just so good..”

He continues to push forward, but there’s a bit of resistance. You whimper and squirm around under him and he grips your wrists to keep you still.

“Be. Still.” He orders. You want to cry. He’s so overwhelming. His smell, his voice, his eyes, his body. The way one of his hands moves to your hip to hold you down, the way his other moves back to your swollen clit to rub it softly, making you even wetter than you thought was possible and giving him more access to your tight walls. It’s all too much. But you don’t want it to stop. He can’t stop. You both need this oh so badly.

He finally bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and you both moan loudly into each other's mouths.

“Yessss FUCK.” He hisses. “Oh god.. huuuhhnn.. I’m going to f-fucking ruin you.”

And with that, he pulls all the way out and slams back in, all the way to the base of his cock enveloped in your tight warm walls. You scream at the sudden roughness, but god if it isn’t exactly what you’ve wanted for as long as you could remember.

He doesn’t ease into a brutal pace. He just starts pounding into you with a heated force, grabbing hold of your neck and staring into your eyes with so much intensity. He’s moaning along with you, slightly pitched and needy. When your eyes threaten to close from the immense pleasure, he slaps your cheek. You gasp, and the sudden impact had you tightening around him even more.

“Oh-ho you liked that huh?” He whispers, a sardonic smile spreading over his lips. He does it again, and you whimper.

“We’re going to have s-so much fun.. ngh- I’m going to keep you locked up in here forever- Stuffing this sweet pussy.. f-fuuck!”

He pulls out, grips your thighs and presses them up to your chest. You don’t even have a second to breathe before he’s slamming back into you. You cry out helplessly at the way his cock hits your cervix over and over again at such a fast speed. He grabs your cheeks and forces your mouth open, then spits onto your tongue. You swallow it and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re nearly mindless, but somehow, over the tipsy-ness from the alcohol and the way he’s bullying into your cunt, an idea pops into your head. A wanting so intense that you can’t stop yourself once you begin to ask.

“Bite me.” You say, voice raw and hoarse.

Choso’s eyes widen and his irises develop a slight red ring. He rams up into you and stays there, making it slightly hard to breathe. His grip on your neck tightens just a bit and he leans farther into you.

“Never ask a vampire that, especially when you’re in such a compromised position.” He sounds absolutely feral.

“But I want it.. p-pleaaaassseee.” You beg. This is so reckless. So incredibly irresponsible and idiotic of you. You know better, Or knew. Otherwise you wouldn’t be in a vampire's bed, getting absolutely destroyed.

Choso screws his eyes shut. “You have no idea what you’re asking. I could hurt you. What if I can’t stop?”

“I trust you..” you murmur and hold his face. He opens his eyes and looks down at you. He stares and stares, lips moving but no words coming out. You press your thumb against them and he kisses it.

“Fuck- there’s been a lot of firsts for me tonight.” He chuffs. You giggle and say, “yeah, me too.”

He lets go of your neck and you tilt your head to the side, exposing the soft skin, offering it. He groans. Then he leans down and plants open mouthed kisses all over. You moan sweetly and his grip on your thighs becomes bruising.

“Okay..” he says quietly. “I can’t tell you how the bite itself will feel, but I’ve heard that our venom can make humans feel really… reaalllly fucking good. Are you ready?”

You nod once, bracing yourself. You feel his breath loose on your skin, and his teeth graze for a moment, then he sinks them. You scream as they tear through your flesh, the pain blindingly intense. But it’s quickly replaced with a euphoric feeling. Your vision blurs and your entire body goes limp. Choso moans as he drinks. His hand moves to your cheek, stroking it lightly. Then he pulls back quickly, a juicy pop echoing as he unlatches himself from your vein. You try to clear your vision and all you see is him. He looks thoroughly wrecked, but absolutely satisfied. With your blood coating his lips and pearlescent fangs.

“Holy sh-shiiit. Your blood- oh my god..” then he’s kissing you feverishly. Smearing your blood all over your lips. You try to keep up with his mouth and tongue, but he’s moving so passionately. He starts moving in and out of you again and a raw cry escapes your throat. Everything feels a thousand times more intense now. Your entire body is even more sensitive. Choso’s thrusts are more intense now, more powerful. He loops his arms under your thighs and plants his hands on either side of you. The bed is creaking at the intensity of his pace, the wood screaming as it nearly snap. It DOES snap, and the bed falls to the floor. You shriek and Choso laughs. “S-sorry baby. Didn’t mean to- oh fuck. Oh fuhh- I’m gonna cum. I want you to cum with me. Please cum with me- fuck!”

He reaches down between your bodies and strums at your clit. You squeal and your body tenses up, on the verge of another mind breaking orgasm. Then he’s surging back to your neck and gulping down more blood. You shatter so violently, you don’t even remember passing out.

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You wake up to a dark room. Your entire body is sore, and you’re parched. This is Choso’s room, you realize. Then the events of last night all flood back into your mind and you reach for your neck. The puncture wounds are faint but there. A small smile plays on your lips. You didn’t die after all. This idea of yours was a success! You giggle into your hands and make to get out of the bed because you can’t just stay here. You have to get back to your life. You need to look for your phone, check to see if your car is still at the lounge. As you throw the covers off, a hand grips your arm.

“Leaving?” Choso mumbles. You can’t see him that well in the dark, but you reach out to touch him and move his hair out of his face. He hums and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Unfortunately yes” you respond. “I need to get home and throw my ex’s stuff into the street.”

Choso nods, and you’re not sure if he’s really listening. He seems completely out of it.

“Thank you for last night. It really meant a lot.” You whisper. And you mean it.

“Thank you.. for giving me so many firsts.” He responds quietly. Then he lets go of your body. Your heart deflates. You want to stay here, curled up with this beautiful stranger. Could he still be considered a stranger though? After all you did last night? You don’t want him to be. You want to know him even more. It’s probably not the best idea right now at this time in your life. But you don’t want to forget about him.

“Could we maybe exchange phone numbers?” You ask sheepishly.

“Mines already in your phone.” He answers.

“How?..”

“You were knocked out after.. you know. And Yuji had come home, so I had him break into your phone and add my number. Thought you’d already be gone by the time I woke up. Didn’t want to lose the opportunity to-“ He cuts himself off.

You smile down at him. You know what he means. You feel the same.

“Your clothes are folded in the chair at my desk, and your phones on the charger on the nightstand. I also put a glass of water and some Ibuprofen down for you.”

Awe. How sweet.

“Thanks Choso.” You say and lean down to kiss him on the cheek. You finally crawl out of bed and get dressed. You’re not sure how you’ll get back to your car, but your worries disappear when you walk outside and see Ijichi waiting for you.

“Hey y/n. Been waiting for you. You ready to go?” He asks. You walk closer towards him and his eyes grow wide.

“You look-“

“Don’t. Don’t say anything.” You mutter. He laughs and you two walk side by side, him leading you back to the lounge so you can pick up your car.

“I’m glad nothing happened to you. Did you have fun?”

You look down at your shoes and sigh happily.

“Yeah.. I most definitely did.”

Best night ever.

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