“Are you absolutely sure about this?” You worry over your mate.
You two rest in an isolated cave near the beach, with him sitting on a rock formation, his legs open with you perfectly between them.
His pale silver eyes look at you for a moment, before looking away, a deep blush coating his cheeks.
Ingo is only in swim trunks, so that’ll make this easier.
He’s been coming back to the beach nearly every weekend and day off he can for a while now, he’s already courting you, but he wants to take the next step.
But the issue you bring up is your venom.
To your prey, your toxins are lethal.
To humans however, it works like an aphrodisiac, and the last thing you want is to drug your mate.
“I’m more than sure, dear, I’ve thought it over and there is nothing I want more.”
You being a hand up to cup his cheek, which he leans into, kissing your palm.
“But what if I accidentally dose you with my venom?”
“I trust you, even if you do I know I’ll be in good hands and well taken care of.”
He has the weekend off, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?
You give your stoic lover a soft smile, pulling yourself up a little higher, your lips just barely touching.
“Anything for you.”
The kiss is gentle, his hands coming up and cupping your face, holding you to him.
You keep him distracted as you move your tentacles slowly up his legs. Ingo’s whine is muffled by your lips, the feeling of your slimy tendrils up his leg isn’t new, but it still makes him squirm.
You break the kiss, moving your head down to his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin. hands move to his swim trunks.
“May I?”
“Yes, please.”
You chuckle at how out of breath he sounds. You lift him up easily, taking his trunks off and tossing them to the ledge behind him.
“Mmm my pretty mate.” You coo at the blushing man before you.
Ingo doesn’t meet your eyes, he’s embarrassingly hard, he’s been thinking about this all day.
He wanted to complete your courtship, to be officially marked as your mate, as you’d say.
The subway boss is brought out of his thoughts with a startling gasp. Your tentacles are so cold against his heated flesh.
He feels oddly warm, his mind fogging with pleasure. Everything feel so intense, but so good!
You bring two tendrils up his torso, flicking his nipples before latching the suckers to them.
“O-oh my! Mm!”
“You’re so sensitive, how cute.”
You run your hands along his legs, stopping at his hard cock. Ingo tosses his head back with a loud groan as you wrap your hand around him.
“So reactive too.” You chuckle.
Rubbing your thumb across his leaking tip.
Ingo cries out. Your tendrils keeping him in place, so he doesn’t squirm too much.
Removing your hand, you lift him up. Tentacles keeping him secure it in the air.
“D-dear? I-Ah!” Your tentacles move across his body, spreading his legs further apart.
You coo as his loud squeal, feeling your largest tendril at his asshole. The slimy appendage teasing his hole.
“Please, I want it, fuck me, please!”
Ingo shrieks, tears lining his eyes as you smack his thigh.
“You’re leaking so much!”
“Mate! Mate please! That’s- I’m-!” He moans out as a tentacle wraps around his cock, gently massaging it.
He’s so overwhelmed and you haven’t even started fucking him yet! The tentacles practically sucking and twisting his nipples, while one rubs his cock, is almost too much!
Then you just staring at him, with such a smug look, filled with desire.
You raise his arms, locking them together with one tentacle to free it up.
He looks at you, tilting his head a little before screaming out, his cum coating you and water of the water. Cumming from the first thrust of your tentacle into his ass.
He’s almost scared with his sensitive he is, but it feels too good! He doesn’t want to stop!
“K-keep going, please! Fuck me!”
“Whatever my sweet mate wants.” You lean in, pressing your lips against his softly.
Slowly pulling away. You move your tendril, pulling it out as you move away, then slamming it right back into his tight hole.
He shrieks, tossing his head back with each loud cry. He loves it! Fuck he wants more of this! More of this feeling! More of this pleasure!
His sounds are quickly muffled by your free tentacle, the appendage being shoved into his open mouth.
His eyes roll back, feeling you fuck his throat and his ass at the same time.
His body shakes, his cum spilling once more. His blush deepens at your soft hum.
“Fuck, you’re so cute like this, all fucked out for me. My darling mate. My good mate.”
You let out an amused but shocked laugh, watching his hips lurch forward at your words.
You lick up the drool from his chin, your hands resting on his waist.
He can’t take it!
The tentacle in his ass wriggles and curls against his prostate. Tears rolling down his and staining his flushed cheeks.
You take pity on him, removing the tentacle from his throat.
“M’sensitiiive! Fuck! S-so much! I’m close!”
“Again? Who knew my mate was such a whore for me!”
Neither of you aware your toxins are pumping through his veins, like your pumping into his ass.
You don’t understand why you feel so flushed and warm the longer dinner goes on. Thighs almost trembling with how they’re twitching as you struggle not to rub them together to stimulate your dick. Mom and dad and Kiri are all here with you - you weren’t going to touch yourself in front of them no matter how hard you got.
But you also couldn’t get up and go take care of your problem in the bathroom, they’d see your little cock pressing against your basketball shorts, begging for attention. They might even see the way it throbs as it fills even more full with blood, hot to the touch and begging for attention.
You’ll have to wait for mom and dad to finish, for Kiri to finish.
“We’ll clean up, won’t we bro?” A boisterous voice breaks into your thoughts of how it’ll feel when you can finally touch yourself later, and you flush deeply as you bring your attention back to the conversation.
“Um...” Is there a way for you to get out of cleaning? You don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand keeping your hands away from your lap. You’ve started sweating. Hopefully nobody will notice.
“Yeah, we’ll clean while you and dad go start that movie you’ve been talking about. We don’t mind.” Kirishima smiles when your unfocused gaze finds him across from you at the table.
Mom and dad take so long leaving, chatting about this and that and the other, dad taking so long to chew, the pair of them deciding to suddenly break out wine to take to the living room with them.
Kirishima’s already up and moving around the table, gathering plates and cups as he slowly begins to clear it off.
The second dad and mom disappear through the doorway, you make a break for it.
“I’ll be right back, gotta go use the bathro-” The napkin you have clutched against your front is tugged away, Kirishima suddenly so much closer than he was before.
“Look at how hard you are, that’s so cute.”
“Wha-Kir-Hey!” A yelp escapes your throat as your stepbrother reaches into your shorts, followed by a low groan as his hand makes contact with your swollen cock. Fuck, your hips twitch forward as soon as you feel his fingers.
“Boys! No fighting!”
Slitted red eyes are focused on your face, watching you close your eyes and pant as the redhead starts to slowly stroke you, up and down, thumbing over your tip, chuckling a little. “Yeah, no fighting. Just let that shit flow through your system. It’s workin’ real nice so far.”
Did he.... did he drug you?
Maybe that’s why your skin is so hot. Why you don’t mind your stepbrother’s hands working over your cock. Why your hips keep humping forward, why you’re falling against him until he practically has to hold you up as he chuckles darkly.
“C’mere.” You feel like whining when his hand retracts from your shorts, leaving you with a hard-on that almost hurt, but then he’s tugging you forward, pushing your shoulder so you’ll bend over the table.
You don’t want to bend over the table, you want him to keep touching you.
But everything’s so foggy, and you’re so weak compared to the beast that is Kirishima - it’s easy for him to manhandle you into place and pull your shorts down to your knees.
Hands cup your balls and you gasp, melting into the touch as the hand travels upward to pull your dick so it’s no longer trapped between your stomach and the table top. Now it’s pressing against the edge of the table, heavy and flushed between your legs and you’re struggling not to wiggle - you want to cum.
You want to cum so bad that it no longer feels like a want, it feels like a need.
“Kiri, kiri please.” Everything’s burning hot, and you’re going to cry if he doesn’t touch you again, you need to cum so bad you’re humping the table like a stupid mutt, dirtying mom’s tablecloth.
“God, that’s so hot.” And then Kirishima wraps a hand around your dick, and starts jacking you off with intent.
He’s got a solid rhythm, hard and fast and you can’t stop the ragged little pants coming from your mouth, the raspy, tiny moans you can’t keep inside as you writhe. He’s going so fast, you’re gonna cum, oh, fuck, you’re gonna cumfeelssogoodkiri-!
Kirishima pulls your orgasm from you so fast that it leaves you lightheaded, arousal still pulsing through your stomach even as you shoot your load onto your basketball shorts, where your stepbrother is pointing your dick.
His other hand starts playing with your balls.
“That was fast. ‘S okay though, this little guy-” Here he flicks at your exposed tip, and you sag against the table with a flinch, knees knocking together. “Won’t be going down anytime soon. We’ll have all night.”
The sound of an exaggerated explosion floats in from the living room, followed by gunfire. The reminder that mom and dad are barely a room away makes you bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut even as you start humping against your brothers hand again.
“What did you-what did you do to me?” And you sound so pathetic, like a child, but you can’t help the way you’re whining. His hand feels so good, not doing anything but rubbing idly at your cock, other hand fondling your balls.
Kirishima leans over you, licks at your ear. He’s hard, you can feel him against the side of your ass, erection prominent through his jeans. “I’ll fuck you in front of mom and dad, wouldn’t that be so hot? I’ll tuck you under a blanket and finger you open while we watch that movie with them, and then when you’re all stretched out? I’ll pull you onto my lap and start grinding into you real slow, slow enough so that they won’t notice.”
No, oh no - he’s wrapping his fingers around you fully again, starting to squeeze at your cock.
“I’ll show you how to cum without touching your dick. Won’t be able to give you a handie with our parents right there, y’know? But ‘s okay, I’ll find the right angle and rub against your prostate and crush it, milk you real good.”
Your hips stuttered forward and you whimpered, clawing at the table. You couldn’t control yourself, entirely subject to the whims of your overly-aroused body.
Kiri huffed out a laugh at your desperation.
“First though, you’re gonna blow me while I’m doing the dishes, alright? You can touch yourself as much as you want to while you do though, I don’t mind a little show. You like jerkin’ yourself off real fast? You came so fast the first time.”
One, two, three, four quick strokes of Kiri’s hand left you reeling, choking on air as pleasure dropped into your tummy like a rock.
“Or you like it slower? Build yourself up to it for a while?”
Your brother slowed his pace, fully relishing the slick, wet sounds his hand was creating as he leisurely fisted your dick.
“Wait, ‘m gonna-gonna-” You tried to babble out a warning, but it was too late.
But Kirishima stroked you through it, rubbing the tip and giving it extra attention just to see you writhe that much more before his hands finally left your body.
You felt like you could barely breathe.
Kiri reached down, pulled up your shorts for you and snapped the waistband against your skin, completely oblivious (Or did he do this on purpose?) to the fact that your cum was pooled on the inside, wet and gross against your skin.
“I guess you like both, but hey, I don’t judge. You look so hot when you’re cumming though, all shaky and desperate and cute like that.” The praise made your ears heat up with shame.
“Grab the dishes off the table on your way into the kitchen, okay? Mom and dad won’t like it if we slack off.”
In a daze, you simply did as you were told, picking up the dishes before slowly following beside Kirishima.
Summary: Exploring old buildings is part of what it means to be a vlogger, as well as giving information on the culture behind each building. Upon coming across an old church in a desolate cemetery, you find it isn’t empty. The owner of the building seems to be pleased for such a guest, happy to give an interview on his home.
Warnings: female genitalia, snuff, recording, blood, religious themes, biting, dubcon, implied aphrodisiac, vlogging, f. oral receiving, creampie, murder/suicide, death by slitting of throat, major character death,
An abandoned cemetery, a perfect place to start the video. You make sure it’s recording, then start to walk through the old grass, getting closeups of any gravestones you can still read. “Look at these, the names are completely foreign to this area. French names, English names, but hardly any Romanian names,” you say to the camera, wiping some dirt off of one gravestone. “And a Japanese name, I guess,” standing back up, you take out your phone to flash a light on the stone, taking a picture of the headstone. Kuroo Tetsurō, is what it says, with the following words of him being a tourist who got lost and his body was never found. “I’m surprised they gave him a stone without a body, since he’s not from here,” mumbling to yourself, you don’t let it bother you as the video needs to continue.
Walking to the back of the cemetery, you come across what looks to be a gothic-styled church. “Oh, look at this! Gothic style didn’t begin until the late 1100s, dying out in the 1500s. Surprised they kept it for this long, since most churches now have been Westernized,” you own the camera around the entrance, moving to the side where you can only slightly see the decorum on the sides. “There are some flying buttresses around the side here,” you try to point to it in the camera, “which is a staple of Gothic architecture.”
Moving into the church, you expect to see the church much better. Looking out from in, you make sure to get a few moments of the stained glass, telling the future listeners that you’ll be going back over in the morning to see everything. Of course, you’re planning to spend the night, bringing a sleeping bag and some essentials for the night. As you continue to move over the items in the building, you brush your fingers over them as some have dust while others don’t. “Must be some other visitors, maybe someone homeless,” you then turn the camera to further in, noticing a shadow in the back. “Hello?”
“Is someone here?” A voice calls back, making you jump. He doesn’t sound tired, risen from slumber, nor old. A flickering light shuffles into frame, ruining the night-view on your camera. Although your camera can handle the light changes, the small light isn’t enough to switch it to daylight-mode, forcing you to flash your phone light to see the person. It’s a tall man, with spiky black hair and he’s wearing black clothing, with black boots and a red robe. “Isn’t it rude to enter people’s houses uninvited?”
“Well, I didn’t know you lived here, sir,” you shoot back, on the defensive. It’s an old church, who would call this place home? “I’m doing a video on architecture around the world, so I’m sorry for intruding,”
“Oh, one of them, are you? I’ve gotten a couple before, coming to look at the Gothic style in the 21st Century,” he nods, smiling, then crooks a finger towards him. “Come along then, I’ll let you explore and send you off,” he then looks to your large duffel bag, adding on. “Or let you rest here for the night. You’re probably tired after walking all that way,”
“Oh, really?! I’m not imposing?”
“Nonsense, I deal with kind explorers all the time. I’m sure you’ve seen them around in their own pictures and videos,” he talks as he walks, you following.
“I’ve never seen anyone cover this area,” you mention, continuing to use your camera. However, when you move towards the man, he moves out of frame. “Sorry,”
“I just don’t like pictures or videos of me. I like to be a mystery,” he shrugs, then gestures to the hallway. “Plus, don’t need me when you have this view,” he laughs as you turn to look at the hallway in awe, running your camera lens over the arches and ceilings. You begin to talk, explaining the importance of the interior to the style, how it differed, etc. The man also explains things, adding to your video.
All is well until he has you entering a certain room and you feel a prick on your side. “What the-” you drop the camera down, letting the man come to see if you’re okay. “I think something bit me,” after you say it, your legs feel wobbly. “Was it deadly?”
“There are dangerous bugs that like to hang out here, although I usually get rid of them. Let’s have you rest,” he says, guiding you to a bed. It’s been modified into a living space, and you notice the lack of dust or any animals. He then leans down, checking your eyes and pulse. “You look fine, just a bit weary. I’m sure some sleep will help,” he says, taking your camera from your hand. He sets it on a nearby table, then stands up. “I’ll go make some tea, I’ll try not to be long,”
“Wait! Don’t leave me! What if I die and you’re gone?” You plea, grabbing onto the robe. It feels more like a cloak, now, but you don’t focus on that too much with the burning in your side. “Can’t you stay until I sleep?”
“Oh,” he grins, turning back to you. “Oh, of course I can. Now just lay back and rest,” he encourages, pushing you down. You comply, laying down on the bed as he crawls next to you. The burn from your supposed bite simmers down, moving throughout your body as a certain kind of heat pools in your stomach. “Are you okay?”
“I— I think I’m fine,” you’re breathless as you say it, turning to look at him. “My, you’re handsome up close,”
“Well, thank you,” he smiles, moving his face closer to yours. You don’t move away when he presses his lips to you, nor when they’re so cold against your burning ones. His hand also caresses your side, where the sting began, but it doesn’t hurt. Taking your own hand, you move his between your legs, breaking the kiss. “So forward,” he mumbles.
“I’m.. I’m fine, but I need something,” you have a feeling you know what it is, but you can barely muster more than brief thoughts with the fire inside. Thankfully, he manages to understand, moving on top of you as he spreads your legs. The jeans you wore are suddenly too tight, your hands fumbling with the button and zipper to undo them. He helps, sliding them off and down, taking your panties with you.
“By the way, I feel like you should know my name is Kuroo,” he suddenly says, running his fingers over your thighs, “so you know what to scream in ecstasy,”
You can hardly think when you feel him sink his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, a gasp wracking your body as you fist the sheets below. It’s a pleasuring feeling, the fire from before even more desperate and aching while you just feel yourself eagerly waiting more. He doesn’t stop, continuing to press his lips to your skin and dig his teeth in, only rising your libido until all you can do is whine and beg for more.
“Don’t worry, I hear you,” he mumbles, moving his lips to your dripping pussy, pressing them there. He doesn’t use his teeth to tease or please now, thankfully, only his lips as he uses his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring your clit and clenching cunt to him. “My, you’re absolutely drenched,”
“I can’t— I can’t control it,” your tone is that of a whine, your body squirming as you can feel his breath on your hot skin. “Please, I need y-!”
“Patience is a virtue, as the saying goes, no?” He mumbles, pressing his lips to your clit before flicking out his tongue. It’s enough to have you sighing in bliss, hands moving to your sides to lift up your shirt. They roam, moving into his hair while he continues to give you small licks and gentle kisses, making you desperate for more as sensibility leaves you. All you can do is moan and whine as he takes his time, running his tongue over your pussy, swirling around your clit, and avoiding your clenching cunt.
When his lips move away completely, teeth digging into the flesh of your thigh once more, you practically scream for more, pulling on his hair. “Fuck,” he moans, moving his body up to mesh his lips with yours. In doing so, he also sinks sharp teeth into your bottom lip, making you let out a silent moan as he does, eyes rolling. He manages to undress himself while he’s kept you busy, easily sliding into you.
“Such a tight thing, so wet,” he chuckles darkly, moving his head to the crook of your neck, immediately starting a harsh rhythm. The rhythm has you sighing, running your hands down your body as they find your sensitive spots, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. Kuroo takes it upon himself to continue nibbling on you, increasing your pleasure as he slaps his hips to yours.
Each pump of his cock into you had stars filling your vision, mind clearing as his cock drags against your sensitive walls. Moving your hands to find his shoulders, he’s quick to pin them down, keeping you secured against the bed. At this point you can feel your release coming, squeezing him tightly as your legs wrap around him, locking as your back arches. A guttural groan leaves you, pushing your head into the pillows as you feel his teeth sink into another spot on your neck, the fog dispersing from your mind completely.
You’re not done, feeling your body go limp and turn weak as you feel another orgasm coming, your walls somehow even more sensitive than before. He’s getting close to, his cock throbbing inside of you while his hips falter every now and then, but his lips never leave your skin. It’s only when you feel his hips completely stutter to a stop, rutting against you while your legs lock tight around him again, keeping him against you does he finish. Filling you up, he sighs in content when he finally releases your skin from his lips, licking them as he removes himself from you.
“I feel.. so weak,” you mutter, eyes ready to shut. However, despite your tiredness, your mind manages to process something. Looking up at him, you bring a hand to his face, confusion laced in your brow and movement. “You’re so.. cold,”
“I know,” he grins, then reaches inside his robe or cloak, retrieving something that glints. It’s only when the sharp tip is revealed do you realize what it is. Attempting to thrash, you’re unable to as your body simply refuses to respond properly, barely moving. “You’re weak, but it’s okay, I’ll help you,”
Picking up your hand, he places the dagger in it, forcing you to watch in horror as you try to move away, to no avail. You notice how the metal glints, the religious symbolism on the handle, and your brain finally kicks everything into place. Unable to move or kick him off, you can only watch as he moves your hand to the side of your neck, pressing the blade in deep. “It was nice meeting you,” is the last thing he says, before you feel the burning pain of the blade slitting across your throat, blood spurting out as vital arteries are hit. Vision goes red before it goes black, your body turning limp as your hand falls, the blade slipping out and clattering to the ground.
Removing himself from your body, he tucks himself away as he picks up the dagger, careful to not touch the blade. Sheathing it under his cloak, he then picks up the camera, moving it to cover your entire body, getting an up close shot of your throat. He had quite a fill of your blood, but he could never drink a human completely dry, but it makes for a lovely mess. Moving down your body, he makes sure to end the video on an up close shot of your pussy, oozing his cum as your legs lay spread.
Leaving your body for later, he takes your camera and looks through your videos, finding the newest one. He smiles as he watches you in the camera, his absence making it seem as though you were pleasuring yourself. In the end, the blade slitting your throat seemed natural, your body unable to move or scream for help in your last moments. Another one for the records, he thinks, adding your camera to his collection of them, a smile on his face.
