My Boyfriend's a Vampire???
vamp!kuna x blkfem!reader cw: 18+ mature content, modernAU, violence/death, blood & gore, gun/knife use, dub-con, biting, blood kink, fighting, grinding (yum), licking, p in v, rough, creamp!e, kuna luvs you <3, gojo & geto mention, gojo is a little shit, not proofread – wc: 3.9k creds to @pixopix for dividers!
Your boyfriend didn’t come home after work. He’s never done this before— if he’s late, he’ll call, text, anything besides what he’s doing right now.
Which is stressing you out. And with this weather, of course you would be. The thought of his truck skidding off the road into some ditch floods your mind, you squeeze your eyes shut to erase the thought.
You called his coworker (and only friend) Toji to find out if he’s seen him.
“Not since he left the site, doll.”
You were panicking. You know Sukuna can take care of himself, but he’s your man. Of course you’re gonna worry.
Phone clutched to your chest, you sigh when you hear his voicemail once again.
Sukuna climbed into his truck, sinking into the seat and rolling the day off his shoulders.
Work was… work. Plumbing. Roofing. Flooring & Carpeting. Even extermination. Need a hand? Sukuna’s your man.
But damn, he would’ve really liked it if the rain stopped, or even slowed a little. Made digging for pipes a muddy mess, and he can’t count on his fingers how many times he almost slipped off the roof— multiple roofs. Everybody’s roof is leaking and needs it fixed immediately, they don’t give a fuck how dangerous it is to be up there in a god damn storm.
His carhartt was soaked, thankfully the hood protected his head well so he was mostly dry, but he still hasn’t gotten the heat in the truck fixed, so it’s gonna be a cold ride home.
Cold and quiet. Apparently the rain’s so bad, it’s interfering with the radio signal. Static on every channel. Great.
No worries. Sukuna’s just ready to get home to you— your warm hugs, sweet kisses, delicious cooking, and hot cunt.
Damn, he can’t wait to marry you. Just a few more overtime shifts, and he’ll get you that fat rock you’ve been eyeing every time you wanna slip into that mom & pop jewelry store on the corner “just to look”.
Like he can’t read your heart.
Driving past a small grocery market, he remembered that today was Friday. Time to pick his girl up some flowers. His way of showing he appreciates everything you do for him, and the home you share, holding everything down like he knows you will.
He quickly made his way from the car to the store, pulling his hood tightly over his head. This fuckin’ rain feels heavy on his head, droplets ridiculously big, hitting hard enough to leave a mark.
The sound of it pelting his truck was near deafening, the peaceful sound of low jazz music in the store a stark contrast.
It was much warmer in here, too. Sukuna pulled the gloves from his hands, flexing his fingers in the warmth before running them through his messy hair.
And then he shopped. Grabbed a little shopping basket, picked up your favorite snacks, a bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers, and a few other needed groceries like bread and fruit.
Walking to the front and calculating the cost in his head, he sets the basket on the counter.
And waits. A minute. Then two. Then looks around, scratches his head, says “Uh hello?” a couple times, leans over the counter a little to see the in the back–
–and nothing. Not a soul in sight. He quirked a brow; did the clerk go out back for a smoke and forget to lock up?
Unfortunate, but he doesn’t have time to wait up for this guy to return. He’s needing to get home— it’s fucking cold and he knows you’re warm, all up in his clothes with your cute ass. He’s gonna bury his face in your tits and stay there all night.
So he looks up at the one singular camera in this place (probably a bad idea in retrospect, but it’s not his business), shows it a few bills with a thin line on his lips, slaps them on the counter (without looking away from the camera), and walks away with his items in one of the store’s reusable bags (that he also paid for, of course).
He pulls his hood over his head and takes a deep breath as he prepares to go back out in this cold ass rain. He’s ready for the warmer part of spring, the rain’s killing his plumbing business.
He makes it to the door, pulls his key from his pocket, but a fat raindrop knocks it from his hands. It clatters onto the ground between his feed noisily.
Groaning, he crouches down to grab them and his brows furrow when he sees some sort of movement near the back door of the store.
Narrowing his eyes, he looks closer— the door was partially open, there’s something on it. Red. Paint, maybe? On the ground too, and the little step to get inside, and the dumpster too—
His eyes widened. “What the fuck?!”
Slumped against the dumpster was the poor unfortunate store clerk, garbage bag still clutched tight in his dead hand.
A look of pure fear is etched into his face permanently, tears of blood painted on his cheeks. And above him, a white haired man stood crouched, blood covering his hands, clothes, mouth, his fist in the clerk’s chest—
Ripping his heart out, and eating it.
“What the fuck?!” Sukuna whisper-panicked, frozen in place. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!”
Is he really eating that guy?
In hindsight, Sukuna probably should’ve moved. Drove away. Hell, even ran away, but he was completely and utterly stunned at the sight before him, and when you’re trying to comprehend the absolute insanity he’s seeing right now, you don’t. You just freeze.
Apparently he was too loud as well because the white haired man’s head snapped towards him in such a speed that would kill a normal man, and his eyes were this piercing, icy, brutally cold blue that sliced through the darkness like an animal.
Like a predator.
Sukuna’s hand never flew to his hip faster. Concealed carry, for protection, not violence. He’s been around long enough to know people do crazy things, especially when it’s cold out.
Like right now. Sukuna’s got his gun aimed right at the man? Creature? Monster— that’s what the fuck he is, because he moved at an inhuman speed, coming right at Sukuna, so he did the only logical thing.
And that was put a bullet between his eyes, of course.
The man stopped, head knocked back from the impact, but didn’t fall.
“The fuck?”, Sukuna muttered under his breath, confusion painting his features.
The man straightened up, slowly and ominously pulled his head down until his eyes met Sukuna’s—
And looked at him so offended he would’ve thought he called his mother a bitch or something.
Blood dripped down his face from the very clear bullet wound in his forehead.
“What the fuck?” Sukuna said a little louder, completely baffled at this point.
“You shot me!” The man huffed angrily.
“…huh?”
He pried the bullet out of his skin, holding the bloody piece out to show him. “You fucking shot me! That’s so rude! I don’t even know you!”
But Sukuna didn’t have the chance to respond before the man was directly in front of him, right hand out to shake his hand.
“Hi,” Sukuna lurches forward, blood flies from his lips. Through his chest, squeezing his heart, is the man’s hand. “I’m Satoru Gojo. I’m gonna fucking kill you.” And sinks his sharp fangs into his flesh.
But Sukuna isn’t dying without a fight.
He grabs Gojo’s shirt, slamming him into the side of his truck. Attempting to hold him there, he yanks his work knife from his pocket and drives it into Gojo’s temple, spurting blood staining his skin.
And then it was flipped, Gojo had Sukuna pinned to the side of the truck, big crazy smile on his face and eye twitching like the knife in his skull was as minuscule as an eyelash in his eye.
Sukuna groans, slumps against the truck as Gojo pulls his hand, and Sukuna’s heart, from his chest. Gojo backs up, admires the organ in his hand, then looks at Sukuna with a nasty smile and takes a big bite.
Gagging, Sukuna nearly falls forward, catching himself on the side mirror of the truck. He tries to gasp, but he can’t breathe.
Gojo finishes eating the heart, licking his fingers and lips, grinning as he stalks closer to Sukuna. Then–
One, two, three shots! All shot through Sukuna’s jacket, gun hidden behind it as he’s slumped forward. All shot into Gojo’s chest, right where his heart should be.
Sukuna’s huffing, glaring up at Gojo with heavy-lidded, fading eyes, blood pooling at the corners of his lips. “Fuck you.” He spits.
“Wow! Never seen a guy fight with no heart!” Gojo beams. “You’re fun! Tell ya what-“
Sukuna’s fighting to stay on his feet, stay conscious, stay alive. The truck’s the only thing stopping him from hitting the ground right now. He’s holding his chest, hand splayed over the gaping hole, trying to hold in as much of his blood as possible.
“–I‘m gonna ruin your night some more.” Gojo pulls the knife from his skull and uses it to slice his palm open, slapping it over Sukuna’s mouth and forcing him to drink.
“M’gonna turn you.” He murmured evilly. “You’re a good fighter, you’re gonna make a great vampire. Can’t wait to fight ya again, friend.”
Sukuna gags, tries to fight him off with the last of his strength, but it was no use. He was dying, and he hates it. He’s been thinking about you and the future he wants to make with you. He doesn’t want to leave you.
But his body’s going numb, and he can’t hear, or even see anymore, and he can’t feel anything, and he’s so cold.
And he can’t stop thinking about you.
“Satoru.” A long haired man scolds, hands crossed. “You’re messy. Why’d you go and do that? Why didn’t you just kill him?”
“Suguruuu.” He says his best friend’s name in that annoyingly sweet way that makes him sick. “He shot me!”
“Yeah, so you should’ve just ate him. Not turn him!”
“But Suguru.” Gojo stood in front of him, eyes blown out, face cracked in a big grin, blood splattered across his body. “You should’ve seen it! The fire in his eyes! I ripped his heart out, and he shot me!”
“So?” Geto looks at him with a raised brow.
“No like, I had his heart in my hand, outside his body, and he still fought me off! Shot me right here!”
He takes Geto’s hand, presses it to his chest, over his wound and his heart.
“Disgusting.” Geto grimaces, recoiling and snatching his hand away. “So now we’ve got an angry, hungry newborn vampire wanting to kill you when he wakes up? And that’s a good thing?”
“Yes!” Gojo jumped for joy, arms wrapping around his friend. “I’ve got a little nemesis!”
“You’re a fool.”
“You’re no fun.” Gojo pouts, the two walking away from the mess. “Imagine how strong he could get over the years. Couple centuries could do him good, then he’ll really be something to fight!”
“Whatever.”
Everything hurts so bad. Sukuna’s wheezing with each ragged breath, body aching so bad he can’t move. His head throbs, he’s freezing, and he’s hungry.
So fucking hungry he thinks he’ll die. No, he will die. He needs to eat. He needs-
–Blood. A scent so sweet it reminds him of the spoonful of honey you stir in your tea on rainy days, his fingers tangled in your hair while you read your book.
He stumbles to his feet, clutching his chest, eyes screwed shut in pain, only thing keeping him going being the delicious aroma he can’t stop chasing.
That’s how he found himself home— the ugly garden gnomes in the yard a pleasant sight to Sukuna for the first time. Your flower beds that display your dedication to nature and making things as beautiful as you are. The cute little lounge chairs on the porch, you’d always tease him seeing such a big man in such a little dainty chair. The wind chimes that surprisingly brought him much peace after a long day of working under the sun.
You. He reaches for the door, but falls against it, body trembling in pain, and he groans softly.
You stop crying at the sound of a thump against the front door. You launch your phone and blanket to the side, dart off the couch to the door, throw it open in hope Sukuna is finally home.
Your eyes widen in shock. “Sukuna?”
He falls forward, into your arms and you stumble back and hit the floor. Sukuna groans, you quickly sit up and see the bloody mess of man in your lap. “Sukuna?! Wha-“
“Hungry.” He groaned, arms wrapping around you, pulling you under him. Your back hits the floor once more, his face buries in your neck.
“What?”
“Hurts.” He coughs, blood drips against your skin. “Hurts so much, baby.”
He’s shaking, he lifts his head to look into your eyes, pleading. “Help me.”
“Kuna.” You gasp softly, cupping his face in your hands. “Your eyes.”
They were blood red, so dark and rich that you’re hypnotized at just a glance. Sukuna squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. “Stop.” He whispered to himself.
He just glamoured you, just like that. Didn’t mean to do it, and you didn’t even know it was happening. He didn’t even know it was happening. He fucking hated it.
“Please.” You whisper. “Let me help you. What do I do? What do you need?”
Your words went in one ear and out the other, all Sukuna could focus on was the steady ba-dump! of your heart, the way your pulse throbs in that big fat vein on your neck. How good you smelled, like he could smell your blood through your skin.
He’s drooling, rational thought completely dissolving as pure, animalistic hunger sets in, and before he knows it, he’s leaning in, nose brushing your skin. He inhales deep, growls low, and sinks his fangs into your neck.
“Ah, Sukuna!” You cry, squirming under him, pushing against his chest. “It hurts!”
He pins you down with his weight, chest to yours, parked between your legs and your hand escapes, buries in his hair and tries to pull his head back.
“ngh— wait kuna.” You gasp. “I-“
His hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you and giving him perfect access to your neck.
“I‘m sorry, baby.” He murmured against your skin. “‘m so fucking hungry, and you smell so fucking good.”
He pecks your throat, bloody kiss mark left and it makes you shiver. “And you taste amazing. I-“
His teeth sink into you again, you whimper as he licks and sucks at your sensitive skin, his hips start grinding into you roughly, like he was really trying to fuck you through the clothes.
“-I can’t stop baby. I’m sorry, you’re too good.”
Too good for him and the monster he’s become.
You writhe in his hold, try to pry his hand off but each gulp of your blood makes him stronger by the second. He’s hard between your legs, throbbing angrily, grinding down on your clit like he hates you, your legs tremble around him.
You slap and claw at his back. You yank his hair again— it only makes him moan. You shift your hips once, try to push him off you— it only makes him moan louder, grind harder, drink more of you.
You’re exhausted, your arms drop to your sides, your eyes start to flutter, rolling back. Are you going to die? From a vampire? From Sukuna? Your Sukuna?
He licks your neck, greedily sucking in every drop of blood and kisses the wound softly, too soft for what he just did to you. His hand slips from your face absentmindedly, tangling in your hair like it always does when he holds you close like this.
You gasp, breathless. “k-kuna.”
His eyes meet yours, blood decorates his lips, chin— your blood, and he sees what he’s done. And he feels sick.
“No no no no no-“ His face twists, anger, shame, disgust. And he fucking hated the part of him that loved doing that to you— the way you fought back, writhing under him rubbing his cock just right, your blood was so sweet and hot from the adrenaline, you tasted so fucking good.
He lost it. He doesn’t even remember what happened. All he can remember is your taste.
“-no no no. Fuck, oh my god. I-“
He’s panicking, pushing off you and onto his feet, trembling as he tries to wipe your blood from his hands, his face. You’re still on the floor, he has to pry his eyes away from you. He wants to help you, he can’t bear to see you bloody like this, but every look at you makes him want to pounce on you again, taste you again.
You look so fucking sexy, lying there pushed up on your elbows, eyes blown out and glossy, lips parted, panting, legs trembling, eyes just begging him to come back.
“-I’m so fucking sorry baby. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I- I gotta leave. I gotta stay away from you.”
He turns towards the door, stumbling as his body wakes up and heals with the help of your blood. He feels fucking amazing, such a euphoria that makes him feel like he’s been taking drugs, which would probably be way better than what’s happening right now.
“Sukuna, wait!” You catch his sleeve, pulling him back. “Please, don’t leave me.”
“But-“ Pain paints his face. “I almost killed you.”
“No, I’m fine.” You gave him a smile, but he’s unconvinced. Blood covers your neck, the tips of your hair, his shirt that he knew you’d be wearing, and it’s a lot. Too much to be outside your body.
“You said it hurt.”
“It did, at first.” Your fingertips brushed against the wound on your neck as you recalled. “But then it felt really good. Really really good. Like I was high or something.” Like his saliva contained an aphrodisiac. “And-“
You pulled him closer, hands cupping his face. “-you need to eat, right? Well, I don’t want you eating nobody else, okay? Only me.”
A smile cracks across Sukuna’s face— leave it to you to be the one to make him smile after the absolute nightmare of a night he’s having.
“So don’t leave.” You pulled him into your arms. “I’m sorry this happened to you. But we’re gonna get through it together.”
“I love you.” Your back’s on the fluffy couch cushions now, Sukuna’s hooking your thighs around his waist, lips on yours, needy, trying to kiss his actions away. “Fuck, I love you.”
He’s kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, then he’s yanking your shirt off and hooking his thumbs under your tits, long fingers down your ribs, trailing your hips, pulling your weeping cunt to him.
He’s growling, his work pants and your panties are stopping him from feeling your wetness. He yanks them down your legs, groans at the sight between them.
Fuck, how many times is he gonna die tonight? You’re killing him.
You push his shirt up, pulling it over his head, peppering his chest with soft kisses that make him shiver.
Your fingers hook in his waistband, you tug at his belt, unbutton and unzip, and his heavy, aching cock breaks free, resting angrily against your lower tummy.
Sukuna exhales a shaky breath, like he can finally breathe and you gaze into his eyes as you kiss your fingertips with a mwah! and touch them to his tip— his eyes glaze over and he twitches uncontrollably under your touch. “Fuck.”
“Me.” You breathe, then you’re guilding that fat, leaking tip right to your fluttering, needy hole. Your hand wrapped around him, you rub him through your lips a few times, collecting as much slick on him as you can, then you’re lining him up and grabbing his hips, sinking him into you.
“I- oh~” You moan as he rocks his hips into you, eyes boring into yours as he holds onto every word you say like a lifeline. “-love you so much, kuna.”
“I love you too, baby.” He’s fighting the urge to just fuck into you like his brain’s telling him to. He’s not thinking rationally, there’s only a small part of him keeping himself together, reminding him that he doesn’t know his newfound strength and could hurt you.
But when you pull him into a nasty, disgusting mating press, nipping at his bottom lip, squeezing his cock, murmuring “you can bite me all you like, mr. vampire~” against his lips-
—well he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven, and you’re his sexy slutty guardian angel and he’s fucking beaming.
Rutting into you, the squelch of your pussy drowning out your moans. You’re so creamy, so warm and Sukuna’s no longer freezing, you always warm him up the way he needs.
“More!” You’re crying against his lips, he’s covering your jaw with kisses, biting you but not drawing blood, just doing it because he likes the way you shudder and the way goosebumps litter your skin.
Licking your neck, warm breaths making you shiver, he kisses your skin in worship, your body is his life, your blood his nourishment, and he’ll forever be indebted to you.
His teeth graze your flesh, he hesitates.
“Do it.” You whisper breathlessly. “Please. I want it.”
“Want what? Say it.”
“Please kuna.” You whine. “Bite me. Taste me.”
His cock throbbed against your g-spot, you whimpered as he sunk his teeth into you, pinning you down.
Your taste is intoxicating. He loses control every time; he’s hitting your spot over and over, stars clouding your vision as you cream on his cock. His balls slap harshly against your ass, his weight on you suffocating, but fuck— it feels so fucking good.
You can feel every round, bulbous edge of his cock, every fat, pulsing vein. Every twitch when he feels good. You can feel how heavy with need he is, how full his balls are, how unbelievably hard he is.
How soft his lips feel against your skin. How painful his teeth feel, how sharp, but it hurts so good, his tongue teases the bite after, makes it all tingly.
His hand is warm, cupping your cheek and craning your head back, holding you in place, his thumb rubbing warm circles into your skin. You didn’t feel trapped, you felt secure, safe in his arms.
He was careful not to drink you dry. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he’ll learn how to control himself. You mean way too much to him.
“Feels so good.” You moan breathlessly. “‘m cumming, kuna.”
“Yes.” His hips stutter, he ruts into you faster, harder, chasing his own high. “Fuck yes. Cum for me baby. Let me have it all.”
And now he’s rough, holding you down and fucking you hard, teeth sunk deep into your flesh, drinking you up, and you’re crying as you soak him. He growls, eyes roll back and he paints your insides a sticky, milky white, stuffing you so much it oozes around his cock.
He’s collapsed on you, peppering your wound with kisses, keeping you stuffed nice and full.
“Hah.” He breathes against your skin. “Maybe this vampire thing won’t be as bad as I thought.”
He’s still gonna kill that fucker that did this to him. What was his name? Satoru Gojo, huh?
Sukuna can’t wait to find him.
//:an:// idk if y’all can tell but i been watching true blood and can’t stop thinking about that scene with sookie and bill in the back of that truck and he fucking drank her into a coma😭 i saw that shit and was like “NEEEEED THAT!”
like PLEASEEEEE let a hot ass vampire pin me down and suck me dry 😩😩
anywhooooo, hope you freaks enjoy. i sure did enjoy writing it😋 -audi
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