﹙ you and me could stop this love drought ﹚ㅤ.ㅤ ౨౿
vamp!juju x fem!reader angst, smut, fingering, p n v, cussing, blood usage, etc. i haven’t written for ju in a hot minute so glad to be back ywall!!
the night air clings to your skin like a second layer, heavy and damp as you stand in the shadowed courtyard behind the old stone building. juju watkins emerges from the darkness, her figure tall and imposing, eyes glowing faintly with that unnatural crimson hue. her lips part slightly, revealing the sharp points of her fangs as she steps closer, the leather of her jacket creaking softly with each movement.
"you shouldn't be here," she murmurs, voice low and rough, laced with the pain she tries so hard to bury. her hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek with a cold touch that sends a shiver down your spine. "this… us… it's only going to end in more hurt."
you don't pull away. instead, you lean into her palm, heart pounding against your ribs. "i don't care," you whisper back, your voice barely audible over the distant rustle of leaves. juju's expression twists, a mix of longing and torment flashing across her pale features. she pulls you against her body, the hard planes of her chest pressing to yours, and captures your mouth in a desperate kiss. her tongue slides against yours, hungry and insistent, fangs grazing your lower lip just enough to draw a bead of blood that she licks away with a low groan.
her hands roam lower, slipping beneath your shirt to cup your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they stiffen under her touch. you arch into her, a soft moan escaping as she breaks the kiss to trail her mouth down your neck, sucking at the pulse point without breaking skin. "fuck, i need you," she breathes against your throat, her voice cracking with emotion. "but every time i touch you like this, i hate myself more."
you tug at her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal the fitted black top underneath. juju helps, shrugging it away before lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. the cool night kisses your exposed skin, but her mouth is there to warm it, lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard while her hand kneads the other. your fingers tangle in her dark hair, pulling her closer as heat pools between your legs.
she drops to her knees right there in the courtyard, fingers hooking into your waistband to yank your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. the fabric pools at your ankles, and juju doesn't hesitate—her tongue drags through your folds, parting them to find your clit. she laps at it with long, deliberate strokes, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning. you gasp, hips bucking as she curls those fingers inside you, pumping steadily while her mouth works your sensitive nub. the wet sounds of her fingering fill the air, mixed with your ragged breaths and her occasional hum of satisfaction.
"juju… please," you plead, thighs trembling around her head. she adds a third finger, stretching you wider, thrusting deeper as her tongue flicks faster. your walls clench around her digits, slick coating her hand as the first orgasm builds fast and sharp. it crashes over you in waves, your pussy pulsing, juices dripping down her chin as she keeps going, drawing it out until you're shaking and oversensitive.
she rises then, lips glistening, and kisses you again so you can taste yourself on her tongue. her own clothes come off next—top discarded, revealing her toned torso and small, firm breasts. you reach for her, palming them, pinching her nipples until she hisses. juju spins you around, pressing your front against the cold stone wall, her body flush behind you. she kicks your legs apart, one hand gripping your hip while the other guides her thick strap-on—strapped between her legs, realistic and veined—against your entrance.
"tell me to stop," she growls, but there's no real conviction in it. you push back instead, impaling yourself on the length. juju groans, thrusting forward to bury it deep in your pussy. she fucks you hard from behind, hips snapping against your ass, the strap-on sliding in and out with wet, filthy sounds. her free hand snakes around to rub your clit in tight circles, fingers slick from your earlier release.
tears prick your eyes—not from pain, but from the weight of it all. the knowledge that she can't stay, that her vampiric nature pulls her away into endless nights. "i love you," you choke out between thrusts. juju falters for a moment, forehead pressing to your shoulder. "don't say that," she whispers, voice breaking. "it makes leaving harder." but she doesn't stop. she pounds into you deeper, angling to hit that spot inside that makes your vision blur. another orgasm builds, your pussy fluttering around the toy as she fingers your clit relentlessly.
you come again with a cry, body convulsing, cum soaking the strap and her hand. juju follows soon after, grinding against you as her own release hits—though bloodless, it's intense, her fangs sinking into your shoulder just enough to mark without draining. the bite sends a fresh jolt through you, mixing pleasure with the sting.
she pulls out slowly, turning you to face her once more. juju lifts you up, your legs wrapping around her waist as she carries you to a nearby bench. she sits, lowering you onto her lap, the strap-on sliding back into your soaked pussy. this time it's slower, more intimate—her hands on your hips guiding your movements as you ride her. your breasts bounce with each roll, nipples brushing her chest. she sucks one into her mouth again, biting gently while her fingers find your ass, one digit circling and pressing inside.
"more," you beg, and she gives it—two fingers in your ass now, stretching alongside the strap in your pussy. the dual sensation overwhelms, fullness and friction driving you wild. juju's crimson eyes lock on yours, filled with anguish and desire. "you're everything i can't have," she says, thrusting up to meet you. sweat beads on your skin despite the chill, your bodies moving in sync until another climax rips through you, pussy clenching hard, ass tightening around her fingers.
you collapse against her chest afterward, both of you panting. juju strokes your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "this can't last," she admits quietly. "i'll hurt you eventually. or worse." but for now, she holds you close, the strap still buried inside as aftershocks ripple through your body. the night stretches on, filled with whispered regrets and lingering touches, her fingers tracing patterns on your back while you cling to the moment before dawn forces her away.