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âźâËa/n : err havent posted in months and i lowk hate the buildup on this one but ive been hit by a spark of inspiration recently (a joint) so pls enjoy and lmk of any mistakes and typos :)
âźâËc/w : mdni, fem reader, blood, lots of blood, fingering, piv, he drinks ur blood, breeding, fingers in mouth, a bit of cum eating, maybe pregnancy kink? reader is a virgin, possessive choso kinda, maybe a bit blasphemous, yaga walks in on them at the end, choso being a vampire quite literally cant come inside until u let him so maybe a bit of edging, he calls reader good girl/sweet girl.
âźâËw/c : 6.5k
night settles over your small, quiet down in a way that it always doesâ slow and quiet. as if someone is lowering a veil over the rooftops.
the church is the last place still glowing.
soft, golden light spills from the tall stained glass windows, painting the cobbled steps outside in streaks of reds and blues. inside, the air smells like dust, candle wax, and the faint traces of the sandalwood incense that was left burning throughout the day and has seeped into the century old walls.
youâre sat in the front pew, head lowered and fingers loosely threaded together. the church is empty now, evening prayer ended nearly half an hour ago, and the few parishioners who came tonight have already shuffled home through the cold. you stay a little longer than they do.
you always do.
itâs quiet here in a way the rest of the world never seems to be. the silence isnât lonelyâ rather itâs warm, safe even. like the building itself is breathing slowly around you.
when you finally stand,your knees protest from the hard wood. âalright..â you murmur to yourself softly. your voice barely echoes through the large hall. thereâs still work to do before you can leave, father yaga trusted you with locking up most nights. which means you also have to clean up any messes left behind by your fellow church-goersâ cleaning up the altar, tidy the candle stands, collect any hymn books left scattered in the pews. you donât mind, itâs something you look forward to everyday, your own personal time with god almost.
you hum while you work, some old hymn father yaga taught you as a child, the sound is soft and a little off-key, but in the empty church it fills the space nicely.
one by one you snuff the remaining candles.
tiny threads of smoke curl upwards into the dim light as each flame disappearsâ almost as if they were dancing in the moonlight seeping through the windows. by the time you finish, only the small lantern by the side door remains burning. you grab your coat from the rack and shrug it on, rubbing your hands together for warmth. the stone floors hold the cold long after sunset. the heavy wooden doors creak when you push it open.
outside, the air bites immediately at your cheeks. the church sits at the edge of the towns cemetery, old iron fencing surrounding countless rows of old and new headstones. the path that wind between them glitters faintly under the thin wash of moonlight.
you step out onto the gravel and pull the door closed behind you, the latch clicks.
thatâs when you notice him.
someone is standing at the cemetery gate.
at first you almost miss him, heâs half hidden in shadow where the iron bars meet the stone pillar. tall and still. dark hair falling past his shoulders in loose strands that shift and sway in the wind. he isnât looking at you. rather heâs looking at the church, not casually either, not the way someone passing by might glance at a building.
heâs staring.
like someone looking through a window into a life they yearn for but canât return to. your first instinct should be fear. itâs not.
itâs concern.
youâve lived in this small town all your life, strangers passing through isnât that extraordinary, but they usually look⊠normal. travellers with luggage, tourists wandering and weaving between the graveyard with curiosity.
this man just looks⊠lost.
you hesitate on the steps. then, because politeness was drilled into you by a lifetime of sunday school and gentle nuns, you call out and slowly start to approach. âhello, sorry. are you looking for someone?â.
his reaction is immediate. his gaze snaps down from the large glass window at the front of the church to youâ or rather your lantern, his shoulders stiffen, as if he hasnât realised anyone else would be here. for a moment, neither of you speak. at a closer look, you can see his face better now. pale, not the unhealthy kind exactly. just⊠strangely colourless. his eyes are dark, heavy lidded, studying you with an intensity that makes your pulse jump for reasons you canât quite explain. he looks younger than you expected him to be, early twenties maybe? definitely around your age.
but something about him feels older, much older.
his gaze briefly drifts back to the church behind you before settling on your face again.
ââŠis it closed?â he asks quietly. his voice is deep, ragged and soft like it hadnât been used in a while, but not unpleasant. it almost reminds you of your older brothers friend, ryomenâs, but definitely much kinder.
you blink.
âoh, yea. sorry. evening prayer ended a while agoâ. you gesture vaguely towards the door. âitâll be open again in the morning though, around eightâ.
he nods slowly, like that information means something more than it should. for a second you think heâs going to leave. his hand even shifts slightly on the gate as if he might push himself up from it and walk away. but he doesnât. instead his eyes flicker downwards.
towards your throat.
the look lasts less than a heartbeat before itâs gone. you swallow thickly without meaning to. itâs only now you realise how quiet the night is. no cars, no voices from the town square. just the faint rustling of leaves and your heartbeat loud in your ears.
the stranger goes very still, not tense, just still. the kind of stillness that belongs to a hunting animal. you take a few more small steps down from the churchâs stairs. âare you visiting someone?â you ask gently, nodding towards the cemetery. he doesnât answer right away. his gaze is fixed somewhere near your collarbone now, his brow drawn ever so slightly like heâs concentrating.
then he blinks, as if waking up.
ââŠnoâ.
the word is soft, distracted almost. his fingers tighten briefly around the iron bar of the gate before he releases it. âjust passing through.â
âohâ you nod slowly. an awkward silence settles between you, you should probably go home. itâs getting cold, and standing in the churchyard talking to strangers isnât exactly a smart idea. but something about him makes it difficult to walk away. maybe itâs the way he keeps glancing towards the church, or the quiet loneliness in his posture, like someone who hasnât spoken to another person in a very long time.
you offer a small smile. âwell⊠if you do want to see inside, itâs really pretty in the mornings. the sunlight comes through the stained glass andââ
you stop.
because suddenly heâs looking at you again, really looking. his eyes flicker quickly to your throat once more, and this time you swear you can see something in his expression shift.
hunger.
he inhales slowly and sharply. like someone standing in front of a spring after days of dehydration. the moment stretches until he steps back from the gate. the distance is small, but the movement feels deliberate. controlled.
âyou should go homeâ he says quietly.
âwhat?â you frown.
âitâs lateâ.
his voice has gotten flatter now, tighter too. âyou shouldnât stay out here.â
thereâs something in the way he says it that makes your stomach flutter, not threateningâŠprotective almost? like heâs warning you about something youâre not quite clued in on yet. you glance around the empty cemetery.
âare you saying that because itâs dangerous?â you ask with a small laugh. his gaze lifts slowly back to your face, and for the first time, you notice how dark his eyes really are.
ââŠyesâ
the word comes out almost like a confession, and somewhere deep in his chest, choso feels your heartbeat flutter nervously.
he turns away before instinct can make him do something he might regret. the motion is abruptâ almost like heâs pulling himself away from the best meal he could have in his life. for a second you just watch him, confused. the night air shifts between you, nipping at your cheeks. heâs standing a few steps back from the gate now, shoulders tense, head angled slightly downward like heâs concentrating on something very far away.
something about him makes your gut tighten, he doesnât look dangerous⊠just⊠unwell.
âare you okay?â the question slips out before you can stop it. he stills, and slowly his head turns back to you. the expression on his face is oddâ not quite surprise, but also not quite confusion. more like he doesnât understand why you would even ask that.
you take a few more careful steps down the gravel path, until youâre only a few feet away, separated but the metal gate. âyou just look a littleâŠâ you hesitate, searching for the right word. âpale?â
at your words, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly.
pale.
that might be the understatement of the century.
âiâm fine.â he says. but his voice comes out rougher this time. your brow furrows. youâve heard people say they were fine before when they were absolutely not. itâs pretty much universal for âiâm not fine, but i donât want to burden you with thatâ.
the wind lifts a strand of his long hair across his face, he doesnât move to brush it away. he just stands there watching you with those dark and unreadable eyes.
your heartbeat has picked up a little now, you donât realise how loud it is.
he does.
it echoes and reverberates in his head like a drum. warm. steady. alive. his jaw tightens.
you reach the gate and rest your hand slightly on one of the iron bars.
âyou sure?â you ask gently. âyou look like youâre going to pass out.â
his eyes drop again, at this distance you can discern exactly what he keeps looking at, not your collarbone, or your necklace youâve had for as long as you can remember, not even your breasts. your throat. the soft pulse just beneath the skin. his entire body goes rigid and you mistake the reaction immediately. âohâ sorry, i didnât mean that in a rude way,â you continue quickly âi just mean if youâre sick or somethingââ
you glance back towards the church door, then back at him. âthereâs still some shelter inside, and water.â you offer a small, slightly nervous smile. âyou could sit down for a minute if you want.â
the words hang in the air. for a moment he doesnât moveâ doesnât even breathe. your invitation hits him like a physical blow. inside.
your pulse thuds again in your throat, choso grips the iron gate so tight the metal groans softly under his fingers. every instinct he possesses screams the same thing. yes. closer. warm blood. soft skin. the living heat of a human body just within reach. he forces a breath through his teeth.
ââŠyou shouldnât invite strangers inside.â he says quietly. but thereâs no bite to the warningâ if anything, it sounds strained. like heâs saying it more for himself than for you. you tilt your head slightly.
âwell, you donât seem like a serial killer.â you say matter-of-factly. the statement is so simple it almost makes him laugh.
almost.
instead, his gaze lifts to your face once again, studying. trying to understand how someone can stand this close to something monstrous and only see a tired man.
âyou donât know thatâŠâ he murmurs. you shrug lightly.
âmaybe.â then softer âbut you still look like you need help.â
another pause stretches impossibly between you, your heart beats steady despite the strange situation youâve found yourself in. choso feels every singly thump. it takes everything in him not to step forward.
not to lean down.
not to press his mouth against that warm, fragile pulse andâ
he releases the gate abruptly, the metal rattles and echoes into the night.
ââŠyou should go homeâ he says after a moment. his voice has gone quieter now, the words coming out tight. you blink at him.
âwhat? why?â
âitâs late.â
âthatâs not really an answer.â
you study him properly now, the pale skin, the way heâs clenching his fist like heâs steadying himself, the way his breathing sounds a little uneven. concern replaces the awkwardness almost instantly. âhey, are you okay?â you ask again. his eye flick up to yours, for a second he looks genuinely confused.
âi told you earlier, iâm fineâ he looks away from you.
âyeah, and i didnât really believe you the first time either.â
he doesnât respond. the silence stretches just long enough for you to make up your mind, you step closer to the gate. now just inches away, he looks even worse. not scary. just exhausted. like heâs been awake and running on fumes for days. âyou look like youâre about to pass outâ listen, just come inside, have something to drink and a place to sit, and you can continue going wherever it was you were heading to.â
for a moment he just stares at you, his fingers curl against the iron again.
âyouâre very trusting.â he says quietly.
âor maybe you just look pitiful.â you smile softly. that earns the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
victory.
you push the gate open with a loud whine from its rusty hinges. âcome on.â
he doesnât move. you gesture towards the church. âseriously, you look freezing.â another long pause. âoh myââ you catch yourself, âyouâre not going to spontaneously combust if you enter holy ground, are you?â you tease. it gets a reactionâ a small huff of breath that turns into mist in the cold air.
ââŠno.â
âgreat, then come on.â you step back towards the church doors and pull it open again. dim light spills across the steps, and you glance back over your shoulder at him. âwell?â
another second passes before he steps through the gate and follows you inside. you donât bother taking your coat off straight away, instead you wander a few of the candles in the corner by the back pew and relight them, the wax still not entirely cooled from todayâs prayer. âyou can sit over here, do you want a blanket? the father keeps a few spare in his office.â
the man shakes his head with a soft, appreciative smile. however he canât seem to bring his eyes to meet yours now that youâre both inside.
âright⊠well, iâll go fetch some water then.â you disappear around the corner.
with your scent not directly under his nose, the fog in chosoâs head fades just enough for him to take in his surroundings. the irony isnât lost on him, someone like him taking refuge in a church of all places. you werenât wrong though, itâs very pretty even at night, he can only imagine how sunlight would illuminate this place. itâs a shame.
you return back not long later with a glass of water and a small blanket despite his earlier dismissal. his mouth quirks slightly at that. âhere, drink this⊠and i know you said you didnât want a blanket but i thought itâs better to have it and not need it, you know?â you sit next to him and hand him the folded up fabric. reaching up with your hand to feel the temperature of his fact instinctively, only pausing when he flinches back and stares at you.
god, you smell so good.
âoh! iâm sorry, i shouldâve asked.â you smile sheepishly. âis there⊠anything else you need?â asking tentatively, you try to discern any other ailments with just your eyes alone.
the man shakes his head, ââŠno, thank you. youâve been incredibly kind⊠my name is choso.â
âchosoâŠâ you repeat, as if testing how the name sounds from your mouth, before sharing your own. âi probably shouldâve introduced myself before bringing you inside.â you nudge him with a small laugh.
choso doesnât laugh, he stiffens. you try to ignore the suddenly growing awkward atmosphere. his jaw tightens at the contact. he knows he shouldnât have come here, this is torture. being so close to you and not showing how badly itâs affecting him? you smell so sweet, heâd probably have trouble resisting you on a good day, but itâs been weeks since heâs last fed on anything but small animals from the forest nearby. heâs starved.
you notice him gripping the edge of the pew so tightly the wood creaks, the tendons in his wrist bulging from the force. for a second you just watch him in concern.
ââŠare you in pain?â
his head lifts slightly, like he genuinely canât bare to look at you directly, but still wants to show he listening to you.
âno.â
the answer comes too quickly. suspicious, you fold your arms.
âthat didnât sound convincing either.â you shift a little closer to him, not noticing the way he squeezes his eyes shut and faces away slightly. âseriously,â you continue gently. âyou look like youâre about to snap that pew in half.â
his fingers loosen only slightly, like he hadnât realised how hard heâs gripping it.
ââŠsorry.â
âitâs not mine.â you reply lightly. âyouâre not offending me.â you smile gently and shift where youâre sitting, the bench creaks softly under your weight. for a moment neither of you speak. you sneak a glance at choso, heâs staring straight ahead now, shoulders rigid like heâs trying very hard not to move. you tilt your head.
âyouâre really cold.â you blurt suddenly.
âwhat?â his gaze flickers to you.
âwhen you were outside,â you explain, reaching out without thinking and brushing your fingers lightly against the back of his hand.
the reaction is immediate, his entire body stiffens and you pull back a little, startled. âsorryâ i forgot..â but the damage is already done to him.
your skin is warm, so warm. choso feels the ghost of that touch like a burn across the back of his hand and his jaw tightens.
ââŠyou should not touch me,â
you frown, âwhy?â
because he might lose control.
because the sound of your heartbeat is driving him insane.
because the warmth of your skin makes something primal and starving inside of him want to sink his teeth into the soft skin of your throat.
instead he just shakes his head.
âyou keep saying cryptic things like that.â you sigh, gaze shifting to the way his shoulders rise and fall with each careful breathâ almost as if its practised. âyou know,â i continue after a moment, âusually when people are so convinced theyâre dangerous, its usually the opposite.â you nudge him reassuringly.
your statement is only met with him shaking and lowering his head, the action makes something in your chest ache a little. you shift so youâre facing him more fully.
âhey.â he still doesnât look at you. âyou can talk to me.â you say gently.
another pause, the candlelight flickers between you two, catching the dark strands of his hair as they fall forward across his cheek, nearly hiding the face tattoo he bears across his nose.
ââŠyou would not believe meâ he speaks after a while, the sound comes out almost strangled.
âtry me.â
he huffs quietly, before finally turning his head, eyes landing on you again. then drifting lower, to your throat.
you notice this time. your fingers instinctively lifting to the base of your neck.
ââŠwhy do you keep looking there?â you ask cautiously.
he doesnât respond, looking down again, elbows on his knees and hands clasped tightly togetherâ as if the simple action could stop him from dragging you closer.
â⊠i should not have come inside.â he murmurs.
âwhy?â
âbeing being this close to you is a very bad idea.â
your brow furrows, âiâm not made of glass.â
he looks at you again, the warmth in your cheeks, the soft rise and fall of your chest, the faint pulse fluttering under the skin of your throat. so painfully alive.
âyou smell warm.â
you blink, âuhâŠthanks?â
âiâm not trying to compliment you.â
despite the strange situation, and maybe growing unease in your gut, you laugh.
âwell now iâm offended.â
the sound catches him off guard, your laughter is light and easy. it echoes faintly through the empty church, and suddenly, the distance between you both feels very small. you shift even closer on the bench, your thigh pressing into his.
âhey,â you start softly, âif youâre really that miserable, you donât have to sit there suffering in silence.â
his eyes widen a fraction, âiâm notââ
âyou are.â you interrupt gently. reaching out again, this time more carefully. he watches your hand like an animal caught in a trap would.
your hand settles over his. his skin is cold, cold enough to make you frown. âyouâre freezingâŠâ you state aloud. heâs completely still, but you donât pull your hand away this time. instead, your thumb brushes faintly over his knuckles, almost absentmindedly.
âyou must be exhausted,â you mutter, âwhen was the last time time you slept?â
choso is no longer listening to the words. your pulse is right there, inches away from his face. fragile and alive. he shudders. how would you taste? would it be sweet? probably, sweet blood from such a sweet girl.
his breath catches slightly, âdonât.â
âdonât what?â you tilt your head, subconsciously baring your neck to him. but you donât move your hand, if anything you lean a little closer. he bites the inside of his cheek so hard he can taste his own bitter blood. the candlelight dances across your face, softening your features.
âyouâre shaking..â you say quietly.
âi am trying not to hurt you.â the words come out before he can stop them. the silence that follows is heavy.
your eyes search his face, ââŠwhy would you hurt me, choso?â
because he wants to bite you, wants to taste the blood rushing under your skin, wants to lick the bite clean and praise you for being such a sweet girl giving him your blood.
he doesnât say any of that.
your gaze drops briefly to his mouth, then back up to his eyes. something about the tension in his expression makes your stomach flutter.
âyou know, most people donât warn someone before they hurt them.â
âthatâs because most people arenât trying this hard not to.â
you study him for a moment longer. ââŠyouâre not as scary as you think you are.â
that might be the most dangerous thing youâve ever said. choso exhales slowly, he can feel the last of his restraint snapping. you lean forward, and before he can think better of it, his hand reaches up and curls behind your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
youâve kissed boys before, of course you have. father yaga could never know, but youâre not as totally innocent as you seem to be. but this feels worlds different. chosos lips are cold, but not unpleasant. your own hands come up to the back of his neck and tangle in the hairs there. he shudders against your lips at the feeling and deepens the kiss. his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you suck it playfullyâ earning a choked whine from the man, who pulls back seconds later.
his pupils are huge, his eyes looked dark in the dim light earlier, but now theyâre almost black.
âplease..â you donât even know what heâs asking for.
âwhat do you want?â you ask softly as you start to trail kisses from the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, starting down his neck.
he pulls you back away from him, both hands on your shoulders and eyes staring into yours. it almost feels like heâs looking into your soul. wait.
âyour eyesââ
âi know.â he interrupts, panting slightly. âlisten, i⊠i need something from you⊠please.â
âwhat.. what are you?â
âhungry. so, so fucking hungry.â he looks at you pleadingly, âi promise, it will not hurt for longâ i just⊠i need it, i need it so badâ please.â it slowly clicks into place for you.
ââŠblood..?â
he nods, pulling you closer and brushing the hair away from your neck, heâs not even trying to hide the way he stares at it now.
âi will not kill you, and itâll only hurt for a momentâ he looks up at you with desperate eyes.
thereâs no way this is happening. you have to be dreaming. why are you still even here? you should be running! youâd have to be crazy to evenâ
âdo it, choso.â you speak before you can stop yourself, âif youâre starving, then its okay.â
he groans at your response, âfuck, thank you, thank you so much sweet girl. gonna make it up to youâ.
he leans closer and noses at your pulse point, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling with a whine âfuck, you smell so good.â
he laps at the spot a few times, causing you to curl your fingers back into his hair and tug slightly. he tightens his arm around your back at the sensation. âiâm going⊠iâm going toâŠâ.
you nod, understanding what heâs trying to say. and he wastes no time sinking his teeth into you.
you yelp, at first, tightening your hold on him and squeezing your eyes shut. the sharp sting flares through your neck, your fingers continue to clutch at his hair and shirt. its indescribable, the feeling of your blood being suckled out of your body so quickly. but after a moment, the warmth deepens. the pain starts to subside into something a bit more pleasurable. like hot honey under your skin. your thoughts begin to blur around the edges and you let out a short whine.
âi know baby, i knowâ fuck, you taste so much better than i imagined.â
and heâs not lying, the second your taste flooded his mouth he knew heâd be hooked. maybe its the fact heâs been forcing himself to get by on animal blood for weeks. but it feels like everything narrowed into heat. for a dark second instinct shoots up his spine, urging him to pull you even closer, drink more and more until your pulse slows beneath his mouth.
he stops himself. his tongue laps at the wound, his saliva cooling and soothing the faint sting that still remains, before pulling back to look at you.
your eyes are half lidded as you look back at him, he helps you hold your head straight with his hand on your neck. leaning in so close he can feel your breath on his lips.
â..are you okay?â he murmurs.
you hum, âyeah, iâm okayâ with a small smile. he groans and connects your lips again.
âsuch a sweet girl, giving me your blood like that.â he groans into your mouth. his hands lower to your waist and pulls you closer to him, âwant me to make it up to you?â
you nod into the kiss, âneed you, choso.â
he groans a curse, âcome here then baby.â
his hands lower again to your hips, guiding you closer to sit in his lap and continues kissing you. âcan you feel that?â
you can feel it, heâs so hard under you, grinding against you as he licks into your mouth.
âyea, youâre so big, cho.â you whine.
âcho?â he grins at you, you can see his fangs properly now. and he seems to have much more energy than he did 10 minutes ago.
he continues grinding against you, pressing his face into your neck again and inhaling sharply. âyou smell so good, baby, please let me keep you?â
you donât really know what he means by that, but you nod regardless, he feels so good rutting against you. he nips at your neck, not to break the skin this time thoughâ just to leave marks.
âfuck, i need you right now.â he starts to fumble at your coat, pushing it off your shoulders hastily.
you help him shrug your coat off, once off, he pushes your shirt up over your chest and his eyes somehow darken even more.
âso pretty for me.â he murmurs before tracing kisses all over your chest. sucking hickeys over the soft curves everywhere where you needed him the most.
âchoso..â you whine, arching your back into his mouth, âdonât be like that.â
âlike what?â he grins against you, punctuating his words with a bite just above your nipple.
âstop teasing!â you pout.
he cooes, âsweet girl doesnât like it when i tease her?â
you tug his hair in response, causing him to huff. but it gets the point across. soon enough heâs wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. sucking gently as he brings his hand that isnât wrapped tightly around your waist to toy with the other one. pinching and twisting and pulling as he suckles and laps at the first one.
âthis what you wanted baby?â he grins up at you through his thick lashes, his features bathed in the candlelight.
âfuâ⊠yes!â you nod and arch into him, youâve never felt this good before, starting to grind back against him. he whines into your chest, pulling off and bringing the other one into his mouth as his free hand sneaks under your skirt.
âis this okay, baby?â he murmurs, faintly brushing his finger against your panties. you nod and he pulls off.
âwords, sweet girl.â
âyes, its okay.â you exhale shakily. he smiles and continues tracing your panties.
âi bet youâre so warm, sweet girl, bet this pussy is just weeping for me?â
your heart flutters at his filthy words, âyeaâyeah.â
âfuuuckâŠâ he groans, giving your nipple one last nip before pulling off your chest and finally discarding your shirt over your shoulders. âdonât worry, baby. iâll look after you, make you feel good. its the least i can do after how much youâve helped me, yea?â
you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, but he doesnât reprimand you. instead he slips his hand under the cotton of your panties and swipes his index finger from your folds to your clit. making you jerk.
âfuck, you are soaked for me.â he brings his fingers covered in your juices up to your mouth. you open your mouth but he just wipes his fingers off on your lips. âso prettyâŠâ he whispers before leaning up to kiss you again, groaning as he tastes yourself on your mouthâ his fingers reaching back down to your folds and circling your bud.
âfuck!â you gasp into his mouth, it feels so good, your legs tighten around his waist.
âi donât think you can say that in here.â he smiles into your hair.
âshutâ shut up.â you grit. he just continues to smile, his fingers leaving your clit to trace around your clenching hole. your hips buck in anticipation. he doesnât make you wait very long, he starts to push two fingers in. they feel impossibly long inside you, just when you think heâs down to the knuckle he keeps going until finally he reaches as deep as he can. you whimper at the sensation of feeling so full, and he brings his hand that was around your wait up to the back of your neck and pulls you ear down to his mouth.
âyou okay?â
you nod into his neck. âwords.â he reminds you.
âyeah, yea iâm okay, justâ feels really good.â you whine. he grins into your hair and starts to pull his fingers outâ not waiting long to push them back in. you grip his shoulders as his one hand holds you in place by the back of your neck, and the other starts to speed up inside you.
âoh my god. cho. choâ donât stop, feels so good.. please donât stop.â you gasp into his shoulder again.
he hums, âit isnât gods fingers youâre about to cream on.â
he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot near your front that makes your toes curl.
âcho!â you gasp.
âi know. i know sweet girl, has a sweet thing like you ever came before?â he cooes, fingers not letting up on that spot that has you seeing stars.
âonlyâ only with my finâ fuck⊠fingers.â youâre struggling to string sentences together now. he just cooes a few more sweet nothings into your ear as he feels you start to clench on his fingers. finally adding a third one to push you over the edge.
âcome on, sweet girl. soak my fingers, just like that. fuck, such a dirty girl.â
your nails bite into his shoulder as you feel your orgasm wash over you, body tightening and curling into him as he rides you through your finish. still whispering praise in your ear as you try to catch your breath.
âthankâŠ. thank youâŠâ you whisper.
âdonât thank me yet, iâm not done with you.â he pulls you back to look at him, wiping the few stray tears that you hadnât even realised had fallen with his dry hand, and bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth. he hums around them as he licks some of the slick off, before pulling them out and pressing them into your mouth.
âgood girl⊠youâre such a sweet girl for me arenât you?â
you donât respond, mouth too full of his fingers, a bit of drool running down to his wrist. he pulls them out and starts to hike up your skirt and guides you to lay down on the pew next to him. he kneels on the bench to open the button on his pants and pulls them down a bit, before crawling over you and dipping down to give you a kiss.
âyou still want to continue?â he whispers against your mouth. you nod eagerly and reach down into his pants, pulling him out and causing him to hiss at the touch.
âoh..â you exhale at the sight of him, heâs huge.
âyou sure?â he frowns at the flash of hesitation in your eyes.
âyea, just⊠i didnât think itâd be so big.â you laugh nervously.
he kisses your hair in response, âiâll be gentle, promise.â
you nod at his words and wrap your legs around his waist. he lowers himself to your chest again and peppers a few kisses on you before pressing his tip against you, rutting his hips a few times against your slit to gather the slick from your previous orgasm.
âso soaked for me baby, you ready?â he asks, you nod eagerly and he pushes the head in, coming back up to kiss you as he pushes in further. you gasp into his mouth from the pain.
âshit⊠i know baby. justâŠfahhhâ give me second.â he can barely speak, youâre so warm and snug around him and heâs still pushing in. he keeps pushing until he bottoms out and you feel a pop. biting into his his shoulder to distract yourself from the pain.
âiâm⊠iâm okay..â you exhale sharply.
âam i okay to move?â he grits. its taking everything in him right now to not slam into you. he doesnât think heâs ever felt anything like this before.
âyeah, yeah, its okay.â you pant.
he pulls out slowly, looking down to see your slick mixed with some blood making a ring around the back of his cock. he groans and reaches down with a finger to wipe some off and bring it to his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits as he savours the taste on his tongue.
you stare at him incredulously.
âtaste so fucking good baby, soo sweet for me.â he whines.
he starts to push back in, burying himself in your cunt and picking up the pace. your voice catches in your throat as you feel the pain start to subside into something that feels more pleasurable.
you gasp as his pace picks up, legs tightening around him as the sounds of your fucking echo around the church.
god. you hope youâre not going to hell for this.
âchoâ choso!â you mewl at his quickening pace. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he ruins you on his cock being the only thing you can hear.
âshhh i know, making you feel soo good arenât i baby?â he brings your legs up from his waist to his shoulders, leaning forward into a mean mating press. the new angle allowing him to hit so much deeper. you can barely choke out a response.
he presses down on your lower tummy as his pace starts to become brutal, pushing you up the pew and pulling you back onto his cock. âwhere do you think youâre going?â he snarls.
âoh my fuckingâ feels so good!!â
âi know, you like it when i press down here?â he pushes down on his cock inside you even harder, the pressure making your toes curl and his thrusts stutter.
âfuuuh, gonna make you my wife, wanna keep you. youâll let me, wont you? youâve been so nice to meâ youâll let me keep you?â
he is well and truly pussy drunk.
âgonna fill you up, yeaâŠsuch a sweet girl, gonna make you round and swollen with meâŠfuckâ gonna take such good care of you. please let me come. fuckâ baby please let me come inside? need to ruin you.â
you can barely hear half of what heâs saying, youâre so close to cumming yourself.
âfuck, please! sweet girl, you have to let me cum, need to get you pregnant baby⊠please let me come inside?â and it somehow clicks for you in your haze of pleasure what heâs saying. vampires canât come inside without permission.
you shake your head, âhnnggg⊠no, you gotta beg for it.â
he genuinely whines out loud, the feeling of being edged by his own body making him go crazy, âpleaseâ iâll do anything for you baby, just please, godâ fuck please let me cum? be a good girl and let me empty my balls inside you?â
your eyes roll back at his filthy words and you finally nod, âyesâ yes, you can cum! fill me up, cho, please!!â
his face presses into your neck, as he whines into you âfuckâ thank you, good girl. what a good girl for me, never letting you go.â
you clench around him as you feel him spill into you, your eyes screwing tight as your second orgasm quickly approaches at the feeling of his warmth filling you. his hand reaches to the back of your neck again to pull you into a kiss as he rides both your orgasms out. you both lay there for a moment, panting and trying to catch your breaths as he goes soft inside you.
âi really did mean it, you know?â he murmurs against your lips.
your eyes open to meet his, âmean what?â
âkeeping you all to myself.â
you let an exhausted laugh leave your chest, slapping him on the shoulder, âlike fuck you are, iâm probably already going to hell.â
he laughs softly and dips down to kiss you again.
the quiet moment between you is interrupted by the sound of the doors of the church opening, and the cold air outside immediately biting into your naked skin. you freeze and become nearly as pale as choso when you hear father yaga call out for you, hiding behind the back of the bench.
âhello? your brother called and said you never made it home, are you still here?â
you might be going to hell sooner than you thought.
the city had always been a patchwork of species. it had never been unusual for you to pass various claws and fangs or fur and feathers when you left your apartment. it made the city thrum with life, especially when spring time came aroundâ pollen thick enough in the air to taste it, windows thrown open to let in warm breezes, and instincts tugging restlessly at every hybridâs bones. for most, it was a season of routine need. but for some, like toji fushiguro, it was something else entirely.
heâd never understood the desperation of others.
he was stubborn. closed off. hyper-aware of what he was and the power he carried in his blood and bite. wolf hybrids were known for their dominance, for how violently possessive they could get when their rut hit. toji had spent years training his self-control, his body, his mind, every inch of him coiled like a spring. too afraid that if he let himself start, he wouldnât know how to stop.
so he didnât.
he ignored his heat cycles. bit back on the hunger aching in his bones and isolated himself when his rut came knocking. didnât even entertain the thought of a mate. not seriously.
until you.
you werenât subtle, and he didnât like subtlety. never had. you were shameless with your curiosity, leaning against his locker at the gym with your twitchy little nose up and that relaxed, smug smile. big eyes with pretty lashes thatâto himâfelt like you saw everything. you werenât intimidated by the snarl in his throat or the tension in his shoulders. never scurried off when you saw him raise his voice at someone. in fact, you looked like you liked it.
âi heard wolves like to chase.â was the first thing youâd ever said to him. four months ago now.
the wolf had grunted in response, slammed his locker shut, and tried not to look at the soft fur of your ears as they perked at his silence.
now, the two of you were⊠something. something not quite specific enough to name, but not nothing to dismiss. youâd taken him apart over the months, unraveling him with patience and filthy confidence. always brushing too close, whispering things under your breath that made his blood thrum. and toji, a man who prided himself on not giving in, started wanting things he never had before. started thinking about what it would feel like to have your gushing cunt clamped around him, your sweat clinging to his skin. how it would feel to have you, properly. fully.
the thought of losing control to you terrified him. but it thrilled him more.
youâd been through a few heats yourself. bunny hybrids were cyclical and sensitive, infamously known for their sex drive and stamina. your scent turned rich and inviting, something dizzyingly sweet that made other hybrids glance twice. you never let it affect you too much, youâd ride out the edge yourself or take whoever you trusted at the time, but it was never serious.
until you offered him.
âyou can take me, you know.â Youâd said it casually one night, curled on his couch in just a tank top and shorts, ears twitching like you were reading his pulse. âyou keep looking at me like youâre aching for something. youâd be good at it.â
toji stiffened when he heard the words. everywhere. it wasnât like you hadnât touched before. Youâd jerked him off with soft, confident hands, sweet words reaching his earsâbut mating? real mating?
toji fushiguro was confident in most things about himself. his restraint with you wasnât one of them.
he didnât say much that night. just gritted his teeth and rubbed at his chest like the tension could be clawed out, mumbling some gruff response that sounded like âfuck off, bunnyâ. and you just grinned. you hadnât pushed, which made it worse somehow.
and now⊠spring was in full swing.
the wolf hybrid could feel it building in his gut. something primal and animalistic, something hot and fanged curling deep in his abdomen. his rut was closeâ real close
and you were lounging on his couch like you belonged there.
âyouâre scenting up my whole apartment,â he muttered from the doorway, voice low and dangerous, like he hadnât just spent the last ten minutes pacing his kitchen trying not to walk in on you again.
you stretched, shameless, like a spoiled little thing. your thighs parted slightly in your shorts, and the heat rolling off your body was undeniable. bunny hybrids werenât aggressive by nature, but they were enticingâprey luring predators in with softness and heat.
âmm. youâre the one who said i could stay tonight,â you murmured, toying with the fur of your own ear. âbesides, itâs not like iâm in heat yet. but youâŠâ your eyes flicked to him, the gold of them glowing faintly in the dim light. âyouâre close, yea?â
toji swallowed hard, his body going taut as rope.
âcan smell it on âya, yâknow.â you said it lazily, but there was no mistaking the effect it had. his fists clenched, his claws digging hard enough into his palms to nearly draw blood. âyouâre holding back. why?â
he didnât know how to answer that. not truthfully.
not without admitting that for all his brute strength, for all the blood heâd spilled in the underground fights and the girls whoâd thrown themselves at him, he was inexperienced in the one thing that mattered right now.
because mating wasnât about fucking. not with hybrids like him.
it was about instincts. about giving in and surrendering.
and that⊠that was something he really didnât trust himself to do.
you sat up slowly, your expression softening just a little as your head tilted at him. your thighs pressed together, but your voice stayed light. âyou know Iâd let youâ want to let you. but I need you to stop pretending like youâre gonna hurt me if you lose control.â
his jaw flexed.
âi can hurt you,â he said lowly. âyou donât know what itâs like when iââ
âi do,â you cut in gently. âiâve been through like three heats with guys nearly twice my sizeâ who didnât even have half the self-control you do. and iâm still here. arenât i? still waiting... still moaning your name when i touch myself.â
toji growled low under his breath, eyes flashing.
you smiled, fangs showing. âand besides⊠you wouldnât hurt me. youâre sweet.â
he stared at you like youâd just cursed him.
âiâm not sweet.â
âno?â you tilted your head again, coy smile playing at your lips.
he hated how his stomach flipped at that. hated the warmth creeping up the back of his neck.
you patted the bed beside you, relaxed and coaxing. âcâmere, wolf. you canât keep circling forever.â
toji didnât move. couldnât. his body was fighting itself, instinct screaming to take, to mount, to mark, while his mind still clung to the rusted bars of restraint.
âi donât know if i can do it,â he admitted finally, rough and hoarse. ânot the way you deserve.â
your voice droppedâsoft, serious. âthen let me teach you.â
and that? that was the moment toji realized he was completely, utterly fucked. not because he was going to give inâ but because for the first time, he wanted to.
the room smells like you. like skin and something sweet thickening in the air. low and heady and impossible for him to ignore with the way it was making his cock twitch in his sweats. toji still hadnât moved from his spot by the door, frozen like a statue, every muscle taut and his breath shallow but rapid.
he could feel the claws of his rut wrapping tighter around his brain with every inhale of your scentâ making him dizzier by the second.
âcâmereâ you said again, quiet but firm. fingers curled against the back of the couch. your thighs were parted a little more now, as if in invitation.
tojiâs eyes dropped there automatically. and he let out a breath that sounded more like a choked whine.
âfuckâ he muttered, like he hated how badly he wanted this, like it made him weak.
but he moved, slow, predatory steps at first, then faster like he couldnât help himself. he sat on the couch next to you, angling his body to face yours. thighs thick with tense muscles spread wide.
you grinned and crawled closer, swinging one leg over his lap until you were nestled comfortably and locking your hands together behind his neck. your faces were just inches from each otherâ but he wasnât looking at your eyes anymore. they were low. heavy-lidded and locked between your thighs where he could already smell the slick weeping onto him.
you moved your hands to hover over his broad chest, a tight gym shirt clinging to every ridge of his torso.
âtake it offâ you whined, tugging at it gently.
he wasted no time peeling the skin tight garment off his shoulders, and you wasted no time diving in to taste his mouth. hot and salty with the thin sheen of nervous sweat already sticking to him.
his hand shot up to the back of your neck, the other pulling you to grind against his stiff length as his tongue pushed into your mouth.
he groaned against your mouth, the vibrations reverberating against your chest.
âyouâre fuckinâ dangerousâ
you smiled against his lips, pulling away to respond but the lewd string of spit connecting your lips has him snarling and pulling you back in.
âdidnâtâ mmf, say you could stopâ.
you grinned and tangled one of your hands in hair at the nape of his neck to yank his head back.
âiâm the one teaching you, remember? be a good little wolf and play along, yea?â you grinned as you started to trail your lips down his neck.
that was until he snarledâ actually snarled and threw you off his lap onto the empty space next to him on the couch. he tugged your shorts down in one quick, fevered motion. nose flaring and breath catching as your scent hit him directly. your panties were already soaked through, and when they came off too he let out the quietest, most broken sound.
he acted like a man starved.
you leaned back on your elbows, giving him a full view,
âyou ever gone down on someone before?â your voice was sweet, almost as sweet as the smell of your slick.
âno one i cared toâ he muttered, his soft ears flicking with something almost like shame.
âgoodâ
then you reached for him, guiding his head down with a soft touch behind the ears. he followed instantly.
the first press of his mouth was clumsy, but eager. his nose brushed against against your inner thigh and he stopped just to inhale. eyes fluttering shut at the smell of you. his hands wrapped around your hips and tightened.
âstart slowâ you murmured, running your fingers through his dark hair. âjust taste me.â
he obeyed.
his warm tongue dragged a warm, experimental stripe from your cunt up to your clit. and your breath caught. he didnât waste time to see your reactionâ he could hear it almost instantly.
your hips rutted against him on instinct, âjust like thatâ you breathed, and that was all it took.
he groaned low in his throat and buried his face between your soft thighs like something had snapped. his hands around your waist impossibly tightened even more, holding you open as he licked again, hungrier now. messier now. his nose nudged against your clit repeatedly and it made you want to roll your hips more. but you were stuck with the iron grip he had on you.
so you just tightened your grip on his hair and tugged him closer, making him let out another low whine against you.
âsensitive?â you teased breathlessly, even as your legs started to tremble from how intently he was licking you.
he nodded against your cunt, tongue still working, eyes half-lidded and glazed, âtastes so fuckinâ goodâ fuck, why does it taste so good?â.
the sounds of him whining and growling against your heat was nothing short of filthy.
you let your head fall back, one hand gripping the cool leather of the couch, and the other still tangled in his hair. âyouâre doing so well, baby.â
a growl rumbled in the back of his throat at the praise, his rhythm faltering before he doubled down, lips moving to suck at your clit, and fingers coming up and diving as deep as he could into your pussy, repeatedly.
your whine broke the air as you pushed him further into your slick, âkeepâ fuuuck, keep doing that..!â
he obliged, moaning into like it was the best meal of his life, and the vibrations made your toes curl and thighs tighten hard enough around his head that he could feel himself getting dizzy. but he didnât careâ didnât even flinch. if anything, it egged him on to go faster. fingers repeatedly bullying that soft spongy spot at the back of your cunt.
âoh my godâ toji! toji!!â you threw your head back at the blinding pleasure, âdoing soâ so fucking good, please!!â
you could feel him grinding into the couch cushions, humping it without even thinking, just needing to feel some friction on his aching cock.
âsuch a good pupâ you whined, breath hitching, âso fuckinâ starved, yea?â
he whined.
actually whined.
ânot gonna stopâ bunny, canâtâ not until you soak my faceâ.
âthen donâtâ you gasped, tugging at his hair and making him whine again, âdonât.â
and that was all the permission he needed before devouring you, messy and desperate and completely feral. until your orgasm hit you like a wave, sharp and overwhelming. you cried out and your thighs clamped down around his head as your hips bucked against his mouth, and he held you there, licking you through it. whimpering from how hard he was rutting into the sheets and how dizzy he felt. he needed to taste you so bad. so you gave him exactly what he wanted, and he moaned. like your orgasm was his own.
you were still panting. skin flushed, thighs sticky, chest rising and falling where you slumped against the arm of the couchâ completely fucked out just from his mouth. but toji?
he looked like he was breaking apart.
at some point while you were reeling from your orgasm heâd sat back up against the back of the couch, panting himself and watching you, mouth soaked in his saliva and your cum. his fingers were twitching and tense, digging into his thighs like he was physically restraining himself from touching his still clothed cock. the front dark where heâd been grinding against the sheets earlier. the rut was clearly in full swing now. his skin was hot and sweaty, lips swollen and red.
âpleaseâ he rasped. his voice was deeper, thicker with need like it had been dragged through gravel. âneedâ fuck, i need you so bad bunnyâ
you blinked up at him, still a little dazed, âyeah pup? what do you need?â sitting back up to crawl back into his lap, he looked at you like he wanted to cry.
âneed you.â
it came out like a whimper.
âneed me to what, toji?â you toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. âi donât know what you want?â
âdonâtâfuck, donât do that to me. bun, donât make me begâ he pleaded.
âi really donât know what youâre talking about, babyâ you punctuated the pet name with a roll of your hips. making him hiss.
âchristâ i need you, baby, need to sink my cock in your cuntâ need you to milk me dry bun. wanâ breed youâ
you grinned, âthat wasnât so hard now was it?â before pulling back slightly to yank your top off, he uses this to quickly tug his sweats off tooâ nearly ripping them. thick cock slapping against the happy trail at the bottom of his stomach. angry red, twitching and already leaking at the fat tip. thick vein throbbing up the underside and balls that looked tight and flushed darker than usual.
so pent-up. so neglected.
you straddled his lap slowly, pressing your slick against his length without letting him slip in yet, grinding just enough make the head catch against your clit occasionally and to make him sob.
and yes, he sobbed.
âpleasepleasepleaseâ bunny, donât to this tâ meâ his hands flew to your hips, gripping tight. not to control but to anchor himself. âcanât take itâ please ride me- just want you so bad bunnyâ wanna cum in you, need toâ need to so fuckinâ badâ
you were gushing again. aching from how sensitive your body was and still somehow starving for the big bad wolf rendered to a whining pup beneath you.
âyou want me to fuck you, baby?â you whispered into his twitching ears, dragging your cunt over the length of his cock, â want your bunny to ride you until sheâs bred and ruined?â
he howled. there was no other word for it. a guttural, animal sound ripped from his chest as you angled him just rightâ and finally sank down onto him.
fuck.
he split you open.
you were wet, more than ready, but he was so thick it still made your eyes roll back and hips stutter halfway down. he wasnât used to this, not just the sensation, he wasnât used to feeling like this. this needed. this overwhelmed.
âbaâ bunnyâ he gasped, gripping your hips so hard it bordered on bruising. âsâtoo much, i- fuckâ
âshhâ you cooed, bottoming out and grinding your hips in a slow and devastating circle. âyouâre taking it, look at you, pup, all stuffed in me.
his eyes were glassy, his lips parted like he wanted to say something, but you squeezed around him and he choked on the breath in his throat. his body jerking under yours, thick thighs twitching. the desperate rub of his cock inside your tight walls already making him pant like he was about to pass out.
âgonna cumââ he moaned, cheeks flushed red. âiâm gonnaâ fuckâ i just got in, and iâm already gonnaââ
you shushed him again, fingers wiping the sweat damp hair from his forehead as you rode him.
you started slowâ grinding, not bouncingâ savouring the stretch and drag, the way his whimpers turned into full body shudders. his head fell back, throat bobbing as he tried to hold back. but you could already feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock, already trying to lock inside you.
âoh, poor pupâ you cooed, âyouâre already knotting?â
he whined. guttural. raw. embarrassed.
âfuckâ bun. i didnât mean toâ its never happened this fastâ fuckââ
and you couldnât help yourselfâ you clenched around him on purpose, grinning down until his knot popped inside with a wet stretch that made both of you cry out.
toji yowled.
you took the opportunity to grab his face and spit into his mouth.
his eyes rolled back into his skull as he finally let goâ rutting up into you like an animal. barely able to control his hips as he came. hard, deep, pulsing inside you with so much heat it made you go dizzy. the feeling of his thick ropes of cum painting your insides as his knot stretched you out. his whole body arched, thigh muscles spasming and his arms held you against him in a death grip as he continuously flooded your cunt, over and over in heavy spurts that left you twitching from overstimulation.
you didnt stop riding him, didnt let him catch his breath even as he sobbed into your shoulder. knot twitching inside you.
âtoo muchâ he gasped, drooling on your neck. âbunny, please. sâtoo much, i canâtâ canât stop cummingâ!â
your nails scraped up his back.
âthatâs what you wanted, right? wanted to breed me? fill me up? you asked for this,â
âi knowâ he moaned, trembling. âi needed itâfuckâ it feels sâfucking goodââ
you kissed the corner of his mouth. still rolling your hip in slow delicious grinds as he sobbed through the aftershocks. you were cockdrunk too, no better than him honestly. but seeing toji fushiguro, proud, stubborn wolf toji, reduced to a whimpering mess under you was fucking unreal.
he clung to you like he didnt know how to let go as you slowly started to cease your movements. eventually, his breathing slowed, and the haze from earlier started to clear from his eyes.
âfuck,â he mumbled hoarsely, voice ragged against your neck, âi just⊠shit..â
you cupped his jaw gently, guiding him to look up at you. âyou did so goodâ
his eyes fluttered shut like the praise broke him.
âbut weâre gonna be stuck like this for a whileâ you grinned and looked down to where his knot was still stuck inside you. he groaned, collapsing back against the couch.
ânot as much of a big bad wolf as you thought, huh?â
itâs been a few weeks since the incidentâ where you took the bullying of your poor boyfriend nerd!gojo just a bit too far and ruined his important presentation. things had been better since then. you made sure to reign in your antics towards him (in public at least, you were still a little shit in private), and everything has been good.
well, that was until your university had a new transfer student, quarterback!toji had taken quite a liking to you. and youâd noticed how much your boyfriend would complain about him when it was just the two of you. it didnât help that you two were still secretly datingâ so to everyone else it seemed as if you were single.
now, the crux of the problem was the party youâd gone to last night, of course toji was there (which you had never told him, you just made sure your friends posted a few pictures with him in the frame so satoru would be sure to find out). and now heâs sulking and giving you the silent treatment!
âtoruuâŠ!â you nudged him from your position next to him on the sofa. âdonât tell me youâre jealous?â you coo, but anyone who knew you would be able to hear the teasing lilt in your voice.
âdonât start.â he said coldly, his eyes not leaving whatever show was on the tv from earlier that day.
rolling your eyes, you huffed. âcâmon!! iâm sorry i didnât tell you, i didnât think itâd be that big a deal!â
âyou knew exactly how âbig a dealâ itâd be.â finally, his eyes darted towards you coldly. his body turning to you slightly as if whatever you said next would finally make up his mind on whatever had been brewing in there since you stumbled back in drunk last night.
âmaybe⊠or maybe i finally wanted you to snap.â you grinned and leaned closer to him, like the cat who finally caught the fish.
his gaze hardens. and he leans into you too, face inches away from your own. you think heâs about to kiss you when he grabs your wrists from your lap and holds them behind you with one hand, the other reaching up to grab your jaw as his lips crash into yours.
âyou wanted to be cute? think youâre funny?â his hisses against your mouth, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth. âiâll show you funnyâ stand up.â he doesnât even give you a chance to get up on your own before he drags you up. your arms still held behind you with his one hand as he walks you backwards from the living room into your bedroom, kissing you fervently the entire time.
âget on the bed.â he lets go of you and commands after he kicks the door shut behind him.
âsatâââ
âget. on the bed.â
you do as he says, his voice doesnât leave much room for argument. you sit at the edge of the bed and watch him as he rifles through the draws of your bedside table. finally pulling out the blindfold he sometimes uses to fall asleep when the room is too bright.
âhands.â you do as he says, not even trying to piss him off now, you think you mightâve pushed his buttons a bit too far. he grabs your wrists again and manhandles you to lie on the bed with your arms towards the headboard before tying them there.
you blink as you process what just happened. but heâs already all over you.
âis this what you wanted? couldnât just be a good little girlfriend could you, just had to push me again.â he hisses against your ear.
oh heâs really mad now.
you lift your hips and he tugs your sweats off instantly, goosebumps from the cold air rising on your legs. he wedges himself between your thighs and brings his fingers up to your pantiesâ pushing them aside and dragging a finger up your slit to collect your juices already gushing out.
âfuuck⊠already this wet for me?â he grins up at you, âor is it for someone else?â
you shake your head and try to buck your hips up to chase his fingers, âno! just youâ all you toru.â he starts to circle your clit quickly and suddenly, causing you to gasp and tug at the blindfold restraining you.
âyou sure itâs all me? or do you want me to call that dumb oaf over to sort you out? you think he could make you cum as good as i do?â
ân-noo! only you can! fuck.. please donât stop.â you mewl, kicking your legs out.
âdonât stop?âŠlike this?â and as suddenly as it started, the pleasure stops again, causing you to whine out.
âstop complaining, youâll get me soon enough, greedy girl.â he slaps your thigh lightly, before tugging his own sweats down low enough for his cock to spring out, hitting the faint happy trail that led up to his navel. fuck you hadnât even noticed how hard he was. thick and red, precum dribbling down from the head to trace the underside of it.
âdirty girl..â he murmurs as he wipes off some of the spit that had escaped your lipsâ fuck had you really been drooling over it?
he pressed the fat head of his cock against your weeping slit, rubbing it up and down to tease you.
âtoruuâŠ! just put it in!â you cry out, pulling at the restraints again, it gets you nowhere.
âso impatient⊠is this why youâve been throwing yourself all over that idiot? i havenât been fucking you enough? you want it? beg for it.â
you huff at his demands, wrapping your legs around his hips to try and pull him in. the tip pushes in just for a second before heâs pressing down on your tummy to stop you.
âfuckâ one more chance, pretty girlâ or iâm leaving you here all night.â he hisses and you can just imagine it. heâs probably pissed off enough heâd actually do it. leave you here all alone and needy while he goes home and fists his cock to the thought of you still being tied up.
âoh pleease toru! need it so badâ jusâ you, only you! please fuck meâ oh my god!â your jaw drops when he finally plunges inside you. straight to the hilt. he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before heâs pulling out and slamming back inâ grinding his pelvis against your clit for a few seconds.
âyeaah, thatâs more like it, you only listen when youâre not about to get what you want, is that it?â he leans down and nibbles the shell and lobes of your ear before finally setting a pace. normally (on the rare occasion you havenât donât anything to piss him off) he starts off slow and sweet before building up to an insane pace that has your toes curling and eyes rolling into your skull. but today it seems he doesnât care about any of that.
he just wants to remind you who you belong to.
âfuckâ yea, clench around me like that again, fuck youâre so tight baby. my cock not good enough for you? you trying to find someone else to stretch you out?â
âno! i o-only want you, so soso good to me! mm only want you!â your babbles barely reach his ears over the obscene squelching sound coming from between you. he grits his teeth and he throws your legs over his shouldersâ you lock your ankles together behind his head and you whine at how much bigger he feels.
âdonât stop!â your whine has satoruâs brows furrowing together as he continues to fuck into your guts. leaning forward even more to the point that the backs of your thighs start to feel the burn.
âyou think i wasâ haaah⊠planning on stopping? no-nono way. iâm not pulling out of this sweet cunt ever. need to.. hmm needa live in it. my naughty girl would want that, wouldnât she? stuffed full all the time?â his words make your jaw drop, he never fails to get drunk on your pussyâ no matter how mad he is at you.
âfuuuck, please! i need it, need it soo bad toru! fuck, im close.â
âyou close? gonna gush all over my cock? yea? whoâs cock?â
âyours!â you choke out.
âhmmm thatâs right, whoâs fucking you like this?â he leans down and kisses you messily, mouthing would be a more accurate word for whatever heâs trying to do.
âyou are! saâ satoru is!!â
you can tell heâs getting close too, his pace starts to falter and thereâs sweat dripping off his jaw onto your tits. he swipes the bead off and shoves his fingers deep into your mouth, you choke and gag as spit bubbles up around his knuckles.
âfuck thatâs itâ gag on my fingers, im so close baby, gonna let me come inside you? fuck. gonna do it anyways, claim you the only way sluts like you know.â
oh fuck thatâs it, your fists ball up in the restraints as you throw your head back, just in time for your orgasm to wash over you as your whole body tenses. he follows not long after at the feeling of you tightening around him and milking his cock. he continues fucking into you for a few moments to ride his orgasm out until he inevitable slows to a stop inside you. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes them on his leg, leaning in to kiss you despite the spit dribbling down your chin.
âi love you, you know that right?â he pants after pulling away.
âmm, i love you too toru, sorry for trying to piss you off.â
he laughs quietly, pressing his face into your neck and reaching up to free your wrists.
âwe both know youâre not sorry, but thanks baby.â
âźâËa/c : i highkey hate this, vie try to make a drabble challenge impossible
nerdjo who you met through your mutual friend, suguru. you met suguru when you shared a few of your social science classes in your first year of college. and now you and his best friend, satoru, have been dating in secret over the last few months. but you canât let anyone know that!! youâve got to keep up appearances somehow.
so what was the best way you thought to handle the situation? by becoming his biggest bully whenever you saw him around campus. spilling your drink over him, throwing nasty words at him when youâre with your friendsâ but youâre always sure to be extra sweet to him when you come over later! he puts up with it because you suck his dick sooo good!
until the day where you maybe (definitely) took it way too far, humiliating him in the cafeteria right before an important presentationâ the same one which heâd been bitching about to you for weeks.
like always you come over to his that night all sweet and sheepish, nothing like the bratty bitch you pretended to be in front of your little friends. but not even a good blowie can cheer him up this time!
no, the only thing that can cheer him up is putting you in your place.
âyea? you like when i fuck you like that, huh?â he snarls in your ear, burying his cock in your snug hole from behind. it felt like he was going to break your back with how he was pinning you down.
âyou wanted to be a nasty fucking bitch to your boyfriend in front of everyone? ruin my fucking presentation?â
you whine loudly at his words, unable to string even a sentence together, âtoruuâ!! âmsorry.. hck!â your words interrupted by a sharp smack on your ass.
âshut. up.â he hisses, his words punctuated by each thrust of his cock into your drooling cunt. âthis is what you wanted, yea? just needed to be putâ haaaahh⊠put. in. your. place?â
you shake your head into the pillow, choking on your own sobs. it feels soo good, you donât know how much more you can take.
but satoru does. he looves pushing you to your limits.
he pauses his frantic thrusts just for a second, enough time for him to lift one of his legs so he can get a better angle to fuck you deeper, and pushes your head into the pillow. leaning fully on you now.
âfuhhhâ saâ toru!!â you mewl into the pillow, toes curling at the way his thick cock was bullying your poor g-spot.
âbratty girls think they can get away with anything, huh? just needed to show you where you belong, that it? yeahh, thatâs it. good girl, take it, take. it.â heâs barely coherent with how pussy drunk he is. just rambling the filthy shit that comes to his head, and fuck its working on you. you wouldnât be surprised if the neighbours could hear the wet schlick schlick sounds coming from your soaked pussy, and surely youâd have some crazy bruises on your hips tomorrow with the way he was gripping you.
âmhm!! fuck! feels soo good, love you!!â your words, still muffled, but nonetheless heard by satoru earn you a quick dip of his head to press a kiss to your temple. before his hips start to stutter.
âfuck, youâre so tight baby, you close? yeah, you are, can feel how much youâre clenching on me. like you donât want me to leave. want me to fill you up?â his voice starts to break and crack into a whine as he gets closer to finishing.
âyess..! toru pleaase!! need it!â you sob. he moves on of his hands from your hips to hold your hand from behind, locking his fingers around yours as your whines get louder and you feel your orgasm washing over you. his hips rutting against your ass as he follows not long behind, spilling his hot cum inside with a groan before collapsing on top of you.
after he catches his breath, he wipes the damp hair from your face from behind, and sits up to gently roll you over onto your back. âyou okay, sweetheart?â
you hum in response, he peppers kisses over your face and whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he wipes you down with the towel he left on the bedside table beforehand.
âi love you baby, but the next time you pull some shit like that before a big presentation then iâm tying you up, got it?â
âźâËa/n : err havent posted in months and i lowk hate the buildup on this one but ive been hit by a spark of inspiration recently (a joint) so pls enjoy and lmk of any mistakes and typos :)
âźâËc/w : mdni, fem reader, blood, lots of blood, fingering, piv, he drinks ur blood, breeding, fingers in mouth, a bit of cum eating, maybe pregnancy kink? reader is a virgin, possessive choso kinda, maybe a bit blasphemous, yaga walks in on them at the end, choso being a vampire quite literally cant come inside until u let him so maybe a bit of edging, he calls reader good girl/sweet girl.
âźâËw/c : 6.5k
night settles over your small, quiet down in a way that it always doesâ slow and quiet. as if someone is lowering a veil over the rooftops.
the church is the last place still glowing.
soft, golden light spills from the tall stained glass windows, painting the cobbled steps outside in streaks of reds and blues. inside, the air smells like dust, candle wax, and the faint traces of the sandalwood incense that was left burning throughout the day and has seeped into the century old walls.
youâre sat in the front pew, head lowered and fingers loosely threaded together. the church is empty now, evening prayer ended nearly half an hour ago, and the few parishioners who came tonight have already shuffled home through the cold. you stay a little longer than they do.
you always do.
itâs quiet here in a way the rest of the world never seems to be. the silence isnât lonelyâ rather itâs warm, safe even. like the building itself is breathing slowly around you.
when you finally stand,your knees protest from the hard wood. âalright..â you murmur to yourself softly. your voice barely echoes through the large hall. thereâs still work to do before you can leave, father yaga trusted you with locking up most nights. which means you also have to clean up any messes left behind by your fellow church-goersâ cleaning up the altar, tidy the candle stands, collect any hymn books left scattered in the pews. you donât mind, itâs something you look forward to everyday, your own personal time with god almost.
you hum while you work, some old hymn father yaga taught you as a child, the sound is soft and a little off-key, but in the empty church it fills the space nicely.
one by one you snuff the remaining candles.
tiny threads of smoke curl upwards into the dim light as each flame disappearsâ almost as if they were dancing in the moonlight seeping through the windows. by the time you finish, only the small lantern by the side door remains burning. you grab your coat from the rack and shrug it on, rubbing your hands together for warmth. the stone floors hold the cold long after sunset. the heavy wooden doors creak when you push it open.
outside, the air bites immediately at your cheeks. the church sits at the edge of the towns cemetery, old iron fencing surrounding countless rows of old and new headstones. the path that wind between them glitters faintly under the thin wash of moonlight.
you step out onto the gravel and pull the door closed behind you, the latch clicks.
thatâs when you notice him.
someone is standing at the cemetery gate.
at first you almost miss him, heâs half hidden in shadow where the iron bars meet the stone pillar. tall and still. dark hair falling past his shoulders in loose strands that shift and sway in the wind. he isnât looking at you. rather heâs looking at the church, not casually either, not the way someone passing by might glance at a building.
heâs staring.
like someone looking through a window into a life they yearn for but canât return to. your first instinct should be fear. itâs not.
itâs concern.
youâve lived in this small town all your life, strangers passing through isnât that extraordinary, but they usually look⊠normal. travellers with luggage, tourists wandering and weaving between the graveyard with curiosity.
this man just looks⊠lost.
you hesitate on the steps. then, because politeness was drilled into you by a lifetime of sunday school and gentle nuns, you call out and slowly start to approach. âhello, sorry. are you looking for someone?â.
his reaction is immediate. his gaze snaps down from the large glass window at the front of the church to youâ or rather your lantern, his shoulders stiffen, as if he hasnât realised anyone else would be here. for a moment, neither of you speak. at a closer look, you can see his face better now. pale, not the unhealthy kind exactly. just⊠strangely colourless. his eyes are dark, heavy lidded, studying you with an intensity that makes your pulse jump for reasons you canât quite explain. he looks younger than you expected him to be, early twenties maybe? definitely around your age.
but something about him feels older, much older.
his gaze briefly drifts back to the church behind you before settling on your face again.
ââŠis it closed?â he asks quietly. his voice is deep, ragged and soft like it hadnât been used in a while, but not unpleasant. it almost reminds you of your older brothers friend, ryomenâs, but definitely much kinder.
you blink.
âoh, yea. sorry. evening prayer ended a while agoâ. you gesture vaguely towards the door. âitâll be open again in the morning though, around eightâ.
he nods slowly, like that information means something more than it should. for a second you think heâs going to leave. his hand even shifts slightly on the gate as if he might push himself up from it and walk away. but he doesnât. instead his eyes flicker downwards.
towards your throat.
the look lasts less than a heartbeat before itâs gone. you swallow thickly without meaning to. itâs only now you realise how quiet the night is. no cars, no voices from the town square. just the faint rustling of leaves and your heartbeat loud in your ears.
the stranger goes very still, not tense, just still. the kind of stillness that belongs to a hunting animal. you take a few more small steps down from the churchâs stairs. âare you visiting someone?â you ask gently, nodding towards the cemetery. he doesnât answer right away. his gaze is fixed somewhere near your collarbone now, his brow drawn ever so slightly like heâs concentrating.
then he blinks, as if waking up.
ââŠnoâ.
the word is soft, distracted almost. his fingers tighten briefly around the iron bar of the gate before he releases it. âjust passing through.â
âohâ you nod slowly. an awkward silence settles between you, you should probably go home. itâs getting cold, and standing in the churchyard talking to strangers isnât exactly a smart idea. but something about him makes it difficult to walk away. maybe itâs the way he keeps glancing towards the church, or the quiet loneliness in his posture, like someone who hasnât spoken to another person in a very long time.
you offer a small smile. âwell⊠if you do want to see inside, itâs really pretty in the mornings. the sunlight comes through the stained glass andââ
you stop.
because suddenly heâs looking at you again, really looking. his eyes flicker quickly to your throat once more, and this time you swear you can see something in his expression shift.
hunger.
he inhales slowly and sharply. like someone standing in front of a spring after days of dehydration. the moment stretches until he steps back from the gate. the distance is small, but the movement feels deliberate. controlled.
âyou should go homeâ he says quietly.
âwhat?â you frown.
âitâs lateâ.
his voice has gotten flatter now, tighter too. âyou shouldnât stay out here.â
thereâs something in the way he says it that makes your stomach flutter, not threateningâŠprotective almost? like heâs warning you about something youâre not quite clued in on yet. you glance around the empty cemetery.
âare you saying that because itâs dangerous?â you ask with a small laugh. his gaze lifts slowly back to your face, and for the first time, you notice how dark his eyes really are.
ââŠyesâ
the word comes out almost like a confession, and somewhere deep in his chest, choso feels your heartbeat flutter nervously.
he turns away before instinct can make him do something he might regret. the motion is abruptâ almost like heâs pulling himself away from the best meal he could have in his life. for a second you just watch him, confused. the night air shifts between you, nipping at your cheeks. heâs standing a few steps back from the gate now, shoulders tense, head angled slightly downward like heâs concentrating on something very far away.
something about him makes your gut tighten, he doesnât look dangerous⊠just⊠unwell.
âare you okay?â the question slips out before you can stop it. he stills, and slowly his head turns back to you. the expression on his face is oddâ not quite surprise, but also not quite confusion. more like he doesnât understand why you would even ask that.
you take a few more careful steps down the gravel path, until youâre only a few feet away, separated but the metal gate. âyou just look a littleâŠâ you hesitate, searching for the right word. âpale?â
at your words, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly.
pale.
that might be the understatement of the century.
âiâm fine.â he says. but his voice comes out rougher this time. your brow furrows. youâve heard people say they were fine before when they were absolutely not. itâs pretty much universal for âiâm not fine, but i donât want to burden you with thatâ.
the wind lifts a strand of his long hair across his face, he doesnât move to brush it away. he just stands there watching you with those dark and unreadable eyes.
your heartbeat has picked up a little now, you donât realise how loud it is.
he does.
it echoes and reverberates in his head like a drum. warm. steady. alive. his jaw tightens.
you reach the gate and rest your hand slightly on one of the iron bars.
âyou sure?â you ask gently. âyou look like youâre going to pass out.â
his eyes drop again, at this distance you can discern exactly what he keeps looking at, not your collarbone, or your necklace youâve had for as long as you can remember, not even your breasts. your throat. the soft pulse just beneath the skin. his entire body goes rigid and you mistake the reaction immediately. âohâ sorry, i didnât mean that in a rude way,â you continue quickly âi just mean if youâre sick or somethingââ
you glance back towards the church door, then back at him. âthereâs still some shelter inside, and water.â you offer a small, slightly nervous smile. âyou could sit down for a minute if you want.â
the words hang in the air. for a moment he doesnât moveâ doesnât even breathe. your invitation hits him like a physical blow. inside.
your pulse thuds again in your throat, choso grips the iron gate so tight the metal groans softly under his fingers. every instinct he possesses screams the same thing. yes. closer. warm blood. soft skin. the living heat of a human body just within reach. he forces a breath through his teeth.
ââŠyou shouldnât invite strangers inside.â he says quietly. but thereâs no bite to the warningâ if anything, it sounds strained. like heâs saying it more for himself than for you. you tilt your head slightly.
âwell, you donât seem like a serial killer.â you say matter-of-factly. the statement is so simple it almost makes him laugh.
almost.
instead, his gaze lifts to your face once again, studying. trying to understand how someone can stand this close to something monstrous and only see a tired man.
âyou donât know thatâŠâ he murmurs. you shrug lightly.
âmaybe.â then softer âbut you still look like you need help.â
another pause stretches impossibly between you, your heart beats steady despite the strange situation youâve found yourself in. choso feels every singly thump. it takes everything in him not to step forward.
not to lean down.
not to press his mouth against that warm, fragile pulse andâ
he releases the gate abruptly, the metal rattles and echoes into the night.
ââŠyou should go homeâ he says after a moment. his voice has gone quieter now, the words coming out tight. you blink at him.
âwhat? why?â
âitâs late.â
âthatâs not really an answer.â
you study him properly now, the pale skin, the way heâs clenching his fist like heâs steadying himself, the way his breathing sounds a little uneven. concern replaces the awkwardness almost instantly. âhey, are you okay?â you ask again. his eye flick up to yours, for a second he looks genuinely confused.
âi told you earlier, iâm fineâ he looks away from you.
âyeah, and i didnât really believe you the first time either.â
he doesnât respond. the silence stretches just long enough for you to make up your mind, you step closer to the gate. now just inches away, he looks even worse. not scary. just exhausted. like heâs been awake and running on fumes for days. âyou look like youâre about to pass outâ listen, just come inside, have something to drink and a place to sit, and you can continue going wherever it was you were heading to.â
for a moment he just stares at you, his fingers curl against the iron again.
âyouâre very trusting.â he says quietly.
âor maybe you just look pitiful.â you smile softly. that earns the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
victory.
you push the gate open with a loud whine from its rusty hinges. âcome on.â
he doesnât move. you gesture towards the church. âseriously, you look freezing.â another long pause. âoh myââ you catch yourself, âyouâre not going to spontaneously combust if you enter holy ground, are you?â you tease. it gets a reactionâ a small huff of breath that turns into mist in the cold air.
ââŠno.â
âgreat, then come on.â you step back towards the church doors and pull it open again. dim light spills across the steps, and you glance back over your shoulder at him. âwell?â
another second passes before he steps through the gate and follows you inside. you donât bother taking your coat off straight away, instead you wander a few of the candles in the corner by the back pew and relight them, the wax still not entirely cooled from todayâs prayer. âyou can sit over here, do you want a blanket? the father keeps a few spare in his office.â
the man shakes his head with a soft, appreciative smile. however he canât seem to bring his eyes to meet yours now that youâre both inside.
âright⊠well, iâll go fetch some water then.â you disappear around the corner.
with your scent not directly under his nose, the fog in chosoâs head fades just enough for him to take in his surroundings. the irony isnât lost on him, someone like him taking refuge in a church of all places. you werenât wrong though, itâs very pretty even at night, he can only imagine how sunlight would illuminate this place. itâs a shame.
you return back not long later with a glass of water and a small blanket despite his earlier dismissal. his mouth quirks slightly at that. âhere, drink this⊠and i know you said you didnât want a blanket but i thought itâs better to have it and not need it, you know?â you sit next to him and hand him the folded up fabric. reaching up with your hand to feel the temperature of his fact instinctively, only pausing when he flinches back and stares at you.
god, you smell so good.
âoh! iâm sorry, i shouldâve asked.â you smile sheepishly. âis there⊠anything else you need?â asking tentatively, you try to discern any other ailments with just your eyes alone.
the man shakes his head, ââŠno, thank you. youâve been incredibly kind⊠my name is choso.â
âchosoâŠâ you repeat, as if testing how the name sounds from your mouth, before sharing your own. âi probably shouldâve introduced myself before bringing you inside.â you nudge him with a small laugh.
choso doesnât laugh, he stiffens. you try to ignore the suddenly growing awkward atmosphere. his jaw tightens at the contact. he knows he shouldnât have come here, this is torture. being so close to you and not showing how badly itâs affecting him? you smell so sweet, heâd probably have trouble resisting you on a good day, but itâs been weeks since heâs last fed on anything but small animals from the forest nearby. heâs starved.
you notice him gripping the edge of the pew so tightly the wood creaks, the tendons in his wrist bulging from the force. for a second you just watch him in concern.
ââŠare you in pain?â
his head lifts slightly, like he genuinely canât bare to look at you directly, but still wants to show he listening to you.
âno.â
the answer comes too quickly. suspicious, you fold your arms.
âthat didnât sound convincing either.â you shift a little closer to him, not noticing the way he squeezes his eyes shut and faces away slightly. âseriously,â you continue gently. âyou look like youâre about to snap that pew in half.â
his fingers loosen only slightly, like he hadnât realised how hard heâs gripping it.
ââŠsorry.â
âitâs not mine.â you reply lightly. âyouâre not offending me.â you smile gently and shift where youâre sitting, the bench creaks softly under your weight. for a moment neither of you speak. you sneak a glance at choso, heâs staring straight ahead now, shoulders rigid like heâs trying very hard not to move. you tilt your head.
âyouâre really cold.â you blurt suddenly.
âwhat?â his gaze flickers to you.
âwhen you were outside,â you explain, reaching out without thinking and brushing your fingers lightly against the back of his hand.
the reaction is immediate, his entire body stiffens and you pull back a little, startled. âsorryâ i forgot..â but the damage is already done to him.
your skin is warm, so warm. choso feels the ghost of that touch like a burn across the back of his hand and his jaw tightens.
ââŠyou should not touch me,â
you frown, âwhy?â
because he might lose control.
because the sound of your heartbeat is driving him insane.
because the warmth of your skin makes something primal and starving inside of him want to sink his teeth into the soft skin of your throat.
instead he just shakes his head.
âyou keep saying cryptic things like that.â you sigh, gaze shifting to the way his shoulders rise and fall with each careful breathâ almost as if its practised. âyou know,â i continue after a moment, âusually when people are so convinced theyâre dangerous, its usually the opposite.â you nudge him reassuringly.
your statement is only met with him shaking and lowering his head, the action makes something in your chest ache a little. you shift so youâre facing him more fully.
âhey.â he still doesnât look at you. âyou can talk to me.â you say gently.
another pause, the candlelight flickers between you two, catching the dark strands of his hair as they fall forward across his cheek, nearly hiding the face tattoo he bears across his nose.
ââŠyou would not believe meâ he speaks after a while, the sound comes out almost strangled.
âtry me.â
he huffs quietly, before finally turning his head, eyes landing on you again. then drifting lower, to your throat.
you notice this time. your fingers instinctively lifting to the base of your neck.
ââŠwhy do you keep looking there?â you ask cautiously.
he doesnât respond, looking down again, elbows on his knees and hands clasped tightly togetherâ as if the simple action could stop him from dragging you closer.
â⊠i should not have come inside.â he murmurs.
âwhy?â
âbeing being this close to you is a very bad idea.â
your brow furrows, âiâm not made of glass.â
he looks at you again, the warmth in your cheeks, the soft rise and fall of your chest, the faint pulse fluttering under the skin of your throat. so painfully alive.
âyou smell warm.â
you blink, âuhâŠthanks?â
âiâm not trying to compliment you.â
despite the strange situation, and maybe growing unease in your gut, you laugh.
âwell now iâm offended.â
the sound catches him off guard, your laughter is light and easy. it echoes faintly through the empty church, and suddenly, the distance between you both feels very small. you shift even closer on the bench, your thigh pressing into his.
âhey,â you start softly, âif youâre really that miserable, you donât have to sit there suffering in silence.â
his eyes widen a fraction, âiâm notââ
âyou are.â you interrupt gently. reaching out again, this time more carefully. he watches your hand like an animal caught in a trap would.
your hand settles over his. his skin is cold, cold enough to make you frown. âyouâre freezingâŠâ you state aloud. heâs completely still, but you donât pull your hand away this time. instead, your thumb brushes faintly over his knuckles, almost absentmindedly.
âyou must be exhausted,â you mutter, âwhen was the last time time you slept?â
choso is no longer listening to the words. your pulse is right there, inches away from his face. fragile and alive. he shudders. how would you taste? would it be sweet? probably, sweet blood from such a sweet girl.
his breath catches slightly, âdonât.â
âdonât what?â you tilt your head, subconsciously baring your neck to him. but you donât move your hand, if anything you lean a little closer. he bites the inside of his cheek so hard he can taste his own bitter blood. the candlelight dances across your face, softening your features.
âyouâre shaking..â you say quietly.
âi am trying not to hurt you.â the words come out before he can stop them. the silence that follows is heavy.
your eyes search his face, ââŠwhy would you hurt me, choso?â
because he wants to bite you, wants to taste the blood rushing under your skin, wants to lick the bite clean and praise you for being such a sweet girl giving him your blood.
he doesnât say any of that.
your gaze drops briefly to his mouth, then back up to his eyes. something about the tension in his expression makes your stomach flutter.
âyou know, most people donât warn someone before they hurt them.â
âthatâs because most people arenât trying this hard not to.â
you study him for a moment longer. ââŠyouâre not as scary as you think you are.â
that might be the most dangerous thing youâve ever said. choso exhales slowly, he can feel the last of his restraint snapping. you lean forward, and before he can think better of it, his hand reaches up and curls behind your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
youâve kissed boys before, of course you have. father yaga could never know, but youâre not as totally innocent as you seem to be. but this feels worlds different. chosos lips are cold, but not unpleasant. your own hands come up to the back of his neck and tangle in the hairs there. he shudders against your lips at the feeling and deepens the kiss. his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you suck it playfullyâ earning a choked whine from the man, who pulls back seconds later.
his pupils are huge, his eyes looked dark in the dim light earlier, but now theyâre almost black.
âplease..â you donât even know what heâs asking for.
âwhat do you want?â you ask softly as you start to trail kisses from the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, starting down his neck.
he pulls you back away from him, both hands on your shoulders and eyes staring into yours. it almost feels like heâs looking into your soul. wait.
âyour eyesââ
âi know.â he interrupts, panting slightly. âlisten, i⊠i need something from you⊠please.â
âwhat.. what are you?â
âhungry. so, so fucking hungry.â he looks at you pleadingly, âi promise, it will not hurt for longâ i just⊠i need it, i need it so badâ please.â it slowly clicks into place for you.
ââŠblood..?â
he nods, pulling you closer and brushing the hair away from your neck, heâs not even trying to hide the way he stares at it now.
âi will not kill you, and itâll only hurt for a momentâ he looks up at you with desperate eyes.
thereâs no way this is happening. you have to be dreaming. why are you still even here? you should be running! youâd have to be crazy to evenâ
âdo it, choso.â you speak before you can stop yourself, âif youâre starving, then its okay.â
he groans at your response, âfuck, thank you, thank you so much sweet girl. gonna make it up to youâ.
he leans closer and noses at your pulse point, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling with a whine âfuck, you smell so good.â
he laps at the spot a few times, causing you to curl your fingers back into his hair and tug slightly. he tightens his arm around your back at the sensation. âiâm going⊠iâm going toâŠâ.
you nod, understanding what heâs trying to say. and he wastes no time sinking his teeth into you.
you yelp, at first, tightening your hold on him and squeezing your eyes shut. the sharp sting flares through your neck, your fingers continue to clutch at his hair and shirt. its indescribable, the feeling of your blood being suckled out of your body so quickly. but after a moment, the warmth deepens. the pain starts to subside into something a bit more pleasurable. like hot honey under your skin. your thoughts begin to blur around the edges and you let out a short whine.
âi know baby, i knowâ fuck, you taste so much better than i imagined.â
and heâs not lying, the second your taste flooded his mouth he knew heâd be hooked. maybe its the fact heâs been forcing himself to get by on animal blood for weeks. but it feels like everything narrowed into heat. for a dark second instinct shoots up his spine, urging him to pull you even closer, drink more and more until your pulse slows beneath his mouth.
he stops himself. his tongue laps at the wound, his saliva cooling and soothing the faint sting that still remains, before pulling back to look at you.
your eyes are half lidded as you look back at him, he helps you hold your head straight with his hand on your neck. leaning in so close he can feel your breath on his lips.
â..are you okay?â he murmurs.
you hum, âyeah, iâm okayâ with a small smile. he groans and connects your lips again.
âsuch a sweet girl, giving me your blood like that.â he groans into your mouth. his hands lower to your waist and pulls you closer to him, âwant me to make it up to you?â
you nod into the kiss, âneed you, choso.â
he groans a curse, âcome here then baby.â
his hands lower again to your hips, guiding you closer to sit in his lap and continues kissing you. âcan you feel that?â
you can feel it, heâs so hard under you, grinding against you as he licks into your mouth.
âyea, youâre so big, cho.â you whine.
âcho?â he grins at you, you can see his fangs properly now. and he seems to have much more energy than he did 10 minutes ago.
he continues grinding against you, pressing his face into your neck again and inhaling sharply. âyou smell so good, baby, please let me keep you?â
you donât really know what he means by that, but you nod regardless, he feels so good rutting against you. he nips at your neck, not to break the skin this time thoughâ just to leave marks.
âfuck, i need you right now.â he starts to fumble at your coat, pushing it off your shoulders hastily.
you help him shrug your coat off, once off, he pushes your shirt up over your chest and his eyes somehow darken even more.
âso pretty for me.â he murmurs before tracing kisses all over your chest. sucking hickeys over the soft curves everywhere where you needed him the most.
âchoso..â you whine, arching your back into his mouth, âdonât be like that.â
âlike what?â he grins against you, punctuating his words with a bite just above your nipple.
âstop teasing!â you pout.
he cooes, âsweet girl doesnât like it when i tease her?â
you tug his hair in response, causing him to huff. but it gets the point across. soon enough heâs wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. sucking gently as he brings his hand that isnât wrapped tightly around your waist to toy with the other one. pinching and twisting and pulling as he suckles and laps at the first one.
âthis what you wanted baby?â he grins up at you through his thick lashes, his features bathed in the candlelight.
âfuâ⊠yes!â you nod and arch into him, youâve never felt this good before, starting to grind back against him. he whines into your chest, pulling off and bringing the other one into his mouth as his free hand sneaks under your skirt.
âis this okay, baby?â he murmurs, faintly brushing his finger against your panties. you nod and he pulls off.
âwords, sweet girl.â
âyes, its okay.â you exhale shakily. he smiles and continues tracing your panties.
âi bet youâre so warm, sweet girl, bet this pussy is just weeping for me?â
your heart flutters at his filthy words, âyeaâyeah.â
âfuuuckâŠâ he groans, giving your nipple one last nip before pulling off your chest and finally discarding your shirt over your shoulders. âdonât worry, baby. iâll look after you, make you feel good. its the least i can do after how much youâve helped me, yea?â
you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, but he doesnât reprimand you. instead he slips his hand under the cotton of your panties and swipes his index finger from your folds to your clit. making you jerk.
âfuck, you are soaked for me.â he brings his fingers covered in your juices up to your mouth. you open your mouth but he just wipes his fingers off on your lips. âso prettyâŠâ he whispers before leaning up to kiss you again, groaning as he tastes yourself on your mouthâ his fingers reaching back down to your folds and circling your bud.
âfuck!â you gasp into his mouth, it feels so good, your legs tighten around his waist.
âi donât think you can say that in here.â he smiles into your hair.
âshutâ shut up.â you grit. he just continues to smile, his fingers leaving your clit to trace around your clenching hole. your hips buck in anticipation. he doesnât make you wait very long, he starts to push two fingers in. they feel impossibly long inside you, just when you think heâs down to the knuckle he keeps going until finally he reaches as deep as he can. you whimper at the sensation of feeling so full, and he brings his hand that was around your wait up to the back of your neck and pulls you ear down to his mouth.
âyou okay?â
you nod into his neck. âwords.â he reminds you.
âyeah, yea iâm okay, justâ feels really good.â you whine. he grins into your hair and starts to pull his fingers outâ not waiting long to push them back in. you grip his shoulders as his one hand holds you in place by the back of your neck, and the other starts to speed up inside you.
âoh my god. cho. choâ donât stop, feels so good.. please donât stop.â you gasp into his shoulder again.
he hums, âit isnât gods fingers youâre about to cream on.â
he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot near your front that makes your toes curl.
âcho!â you gasp.
âi know. i know sweet girl, has a sweet thing like you ever came before?â he cooes, fingers not letting up on that spot that has you seeing stars.
âonlyâ only with my finâ fuck⊠fingers.â youâre struggling to string sentences together now. he just cooes a few more sweet nothings into your ear as he feels you start to clench on his fingers. finally adding a third one to push you over the edge.
âcome on, sweet girl. soak my fingers, just like that. fuck, such a dirty girl.â
your nails bite into his shoulder as you feel your orgasm wash over you, body tightening and curling into him as he rides you through your finish. still whispering praise in your ear as you try to catch your breath.
âthankâŠ. thank youâŠâ you whisper.
âdonât thank me yet, iâm not done with you.â he pulls you back to look at him, wiping the few stray tears that you hadnât even realised had fallen with his dry hand, and bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth. he hums around them as he licks some of the slick off, before pulling them out and pressing them into your mouth.
âgood girl⊠youâre such a sweet girl for me arenât you?â
you donât respond, mouth too full of his fingers, a bit of drool running down to his wrist. he pulls them out and starts to hike up your skirt and guides you to lay down on the pew next to him. he kneels on the bench to open the button on his pants and pulls them down a bit, before crawling over you and dipping down to give you a kiss.
âyou still want to continue?â he whispers against your mouth. you nod eagerly and reach down into his pants, pulling him out and causing him to hiss at the touch.
âoh..â you exhale at the sight of him, heâs huge.
âyou sure?â he frowns at the flash of hesitation in your eyes.
âyea, just⊠i didnât think itâd be so big.â you laugh nervously.
he kisses your hair in response, âiâll be gentle, promise.â
you nod at his words and wrap your legs around his waist. he lowers himself to your chest again and peppers a few kisses on you before pressing his tip against you, rutting his hips a few times against your slit to gather the slick from your previous orgasm.
âso soaked for me baby, you ready?â he asks, you nod eagerly and he pushes the head in, coming back up to kiss you as he pushes in further. you gasp into his mouth from the pain.
âshit⊠i know baby. justâŠfahhhâ give me second.â he can barely speak, youâre so warm and snug around him and heâs still pushing in. he keeps pushing until he bottoms out and you feel a pop. biting into his his shoulder to distract yourself from the pain.
âiâm⊠iâm okay..â you exhale sharply.
âam i okay to move?â he grits. its taking everything in him right now to not slam into you. he doesnât think heâs ever felt anything like this before.
âyeah, yeah, its okay.â you pant.
he pulls out slowly, looking down to see your slick mixed with some blood making a ring around the back of his cock. he groans and reaches down with a finger to wipe some off and bring it to his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits as he savours the taste on his tongue.
you stare at him incredulously.
âtaste so fucking good baby, soo sweet for me.â he whines.
he starts to push back in, burying himself in your cunt and picking up the pace. your voice catches in your throat as you feel the pain start to subside into something that feels more pleasurable.
you gasp as his pace picks up, legs tightening around him as the sounds of your fucking echo around the church.
god. you hope youâre not going to hell for this.
âchoâ choso!â you mewl at his quickening pace. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he ruins you on his cock being the only thing you can hear.
âshhh i know, making you feel soo good arenât i baby?â he brings your legs up from his waist to his shoulders, leaning forward into a mean mating press. the new angle allowing him to hit so much deeper. you can barely choke out a response.
he presses down on your lower tummy as his pace starts to become brutal, pushing you up the pew and pulling you back onto his cock. âwhere do you think youâre going?â he snarls.
âoh my fuckingâ feels so good!!â
âi know, you like it when i press down here?â he pushes down on his cock inside you even harder, the pressure making your toes curl and his thrusts stutter.
âfuuuh, gonna make you my wife, wanna keep you. youâll let me, wont you? youâve been so nice to meâ youâll let me keep you?â
he is well and truly pussy drunk.
âgonna fill you up, yeaâŠsuch a sweet girl, gonna make you round and swollen with meâŠfuckâ gonna take such good care of you. please let me come. fuckâ baby please let me come inside? need to ruin you.â
you can barely hear half of what heâs saying, youâre so close to cumming yourself.
âfuck, please! sweet girl, you have to let me cum, need to get you pregnant baby⊠please let me come inside?â and it somehow clicks for you in your haze of pleasure what heâs saying. vampires canât come inside without permission.
you shake your head, âhnnggg⊠no, you gotta beg for it.â
he genuinely whines out loud, the feeling of being edged by his own body making him go crazy, âpleaseâ iâll do anything for you baby, just please, godâ fuck please let me cum? be a good girl and let me empty my balls inside you?â
your eyes roll back at his filthy words and you finally nod, âyesâ yes, you can cum! fill me up, cho, please!!â
his face presses into your neck, as he whines into you âfuckâ thank you, good girl. what a good girl for me, never letting you go.â
you clench around him as you feel him spill into you, your eyes screwing tight as your second orgasm quickly approaches at the feeling of his warmth filling you. his hand reaches to the back of your neck again to pull you into a kiss as he rides both your orgasms out. you both lay there for a moment, panting and trying to catch your breaths as he goes soft inside you.
âi really did mean it, you know?â he murmurs against your lips.
your eyes open to meet his, âmean what?â
âkeeping you all to myself.â
you let an exhausted laugh leave your chest, slapping him on the shoulder, âlike fuck you are, iâm probably already going to hell.â
he laughs softly and dips down to kiss you again.
the quiet moment between you is interrupted by the sound of the doors of the church opening, and the cold air outside immediately biting into your naked skin. you freeze and become nearly as pale as choso when you hear father yaga call out for you, hiding behind the back of the bench.
âhello? your brother called and said you never made it home, are you still here?â
you might be going to hell sooner than you thought.
hey just wanted to let you know that, to the anonymous that said women can't top unless they're âenteringâ, is wrong. top is literally who is on top and vise versa with bottoms. dom and sub however can be top or bottom, depending on their preference. that's how you get service tops and power bottoms.
"penetration" does not automatically mean dom or top. sex can be a very versatile thing as long as you effectively communicate with your partner about what it is you want.
I know in this case this is a fictional smut, but I don't want the other anonymous to give you the wrong idea as to what a top is whether it be real world scenario or fictional. a lot of people associate being on top as more dominant, which is more common for straight couples, and can be true in some scenarios but thats not always the case. it all depends on what you and your partner both prefer.
I hope this helps! really enjoyed the toji story and will be following to see what you write next!
women cannot top unless they are entering!!!!!!! (pegging, toys, male genitals) u mean dom reader and sub toji, please correct it because it is extremely misleading
ahh tysm!! i was always under the impression that sub/dom was for more bdsm stuff. but u learn smth everyday !!
the city had always been a patchwork of species. it had never been unusual for you to pass various claws and fangs or fur and feathers when you left your apartment. it made the city thrum with life, especially when spring time came aroundâ pollen thick enough in the air to taste it, windows thrown open to let in warm breezes, and instincts tugging restlessly at every hybridâs bones. for most, it was a season of routine need. but for some, like toji fushiguro, it was something else entirely.
heâd never understood the desperation of others.
he was stubborn. closed off. hyper-aware of what he was and the power he carried in his blood and bite. wolf hybrids were known for their dominance, for how violently possessive they could get when their rut hit. toji had spent years training his self-control, his body, his mind, every inch of him coiled like a spring. too afraid that if he let himself start, he wouldnât know how to stop.
so he didnât.
he ignored his heat cycles. bit back on the hunger aching in his bones and isolated himself when his rut came knocking. didnât even entertain the thought of a mate. not seriously.
until you.
you werenât subtle, and he didnât like subtlety. never had. you were shameless with your curiosity, leaning against his locker at the gym with your twitchy little nose up and that relaxed, smug smile. big eyes with pretty lashes thatâto himâfelt like you saw everything. you werenât intimidated by the snarl in his throat or the tension in his shoulders. never scurried off when you saw him raise his voice at someone. in fact, you looked like you liked it.
âi heard wolves like to chase.â was the first thing youâd ever said to him. four months ago now.
the wolf had grunted in response, slammed his locker shut, and tried not to look at the soft fur of your ears as they perked at his silence.
now, the two of you were⊠something. something not quite specific enough to name, but not nothing to dismiss. youâd taken him apart over the months, unraveling him with patience and filthy confidence. always brushing too close, whispering things under your breath that made his blood thrum. and toji, a man who prided himself on not giving in, started wanting things he never had before. started thinking about what it would feel like to have your gushing cunt clamped around him, your sweat clinging to his skin. how it would feel to have you, properly. fully.
the thought of losing control to you terrified him. but it thrilled him more.
youâd been through a few heats yourself. bunny hybrids were cyclical and sensitive, infamously known for their sex drive and stamina. your scent turned rich and inviting, something dizzyingly sweet that made other hybrids glance twice. you never let it affect you too much, youâd ride out the edge yourself or take whoever you trusted at the time, but it was never serious.
until you offered him.
âyou can take me, you know.â Youâd said it casually one night, curled on his couch in just a tank top and shorts, ears twitching like you were reading his pulse. âyou keep looking at me like youâre aching for something. youâd be good at it.â
toji stiffened when he heard the words. everywhere. it wasnât like you hadnât touched before. Youâd jerked him off with soft, confident hands, sweet words reaching his earsâbut mating? real mating?
toji fushiguro was confident in most things about himself. his restraint with you wasnât one of them.
he didnât say much that night. just gritted his teeth and rubbed at his chest like the tension could be clawed out, mumbling some gruff response that sounded like âfuck off, bunnyâ. and you just grinned. you hadnât pushed, which made it worse somehow.
and now⊠spring was in full swing.
the wolf hybrid could feel it building in his gut. something primal and animalistic, something hot and fanged curling deep in his abdomen. his rut was closeâ real close
and you were lounging on his couch like you belonged there.
âyouâre scenting up my whole apartment,â he muttered from the doorway, voice low and dangerous, like he hadnât just spent the last ten minutes pacing his kitchen trying not to walk in on you again.
you stretched, shameless, like a spoiled little thing. your thighs parted slightly in your shorts, and the heat rolling off your body was undeniable. bunny hybrids werenât aggressive by nature, but they were enticingâprey luring predators in with softness and heat.
âmm. youâre the one who said i could stay tonight,â you murmured, toying with the fur of your own ear. âbesides, itâs not like iâm in heat yet. but youâŠâ your eyes flicked to him, the gold of them glowing faintly in the dim light. âyouâre close, yea?â
toji swallowed hard, his body going taut as rope.
âcan smell it on âya, yâknow.â you said it lazily, but there was no mistaking the effect it had. his fists clenched, his claws digging hard enough into his palms to nearly draw blood. âyouâre holding back. why?â
he didnât know how to answer that. not truthfully.
not without admitting that for all his brute strength, for all the blood heâd spilled in the underground fights and the girls whoâd thrown themselves at him, he was inexperienced in the one thing that mattered right now.
because mating wasnât about fucking. not with hybrids like him.
it was about instincts. about giving in and surrendering.
and that⊠that was something he really didnât trust himself to do.
you sat up slowly, your expression softening just a little as your head tilted at him. your thighs pressed together, but your voice stayed light. âyou know Iâd let youâ want to let you. but I need you to stop pretending like youâre gonna hurt me if you lose control.â
his jaw flexed.
âi can hurt you,â he said lowly. âyou donât know what itâs like when iââ
âi do,â you cut in gently. âiâve been through like three heats with guys nearly twice my sizeâ who didnât even have half the self-control you do. and iâm still here. arenât i? still waiting... still moaning your name when i touch myself.â
toji growled low under his breath, eyes flashing.
you smiled, fangs showing. âand besides⊠you wouldnât hurt me. youâre sweet.â
he stared at you like youâd just cursed him.
âiâm not sweet.â
âno?â you tilted your head again, coy smile playing at your lips.
he hated how his stomach flipped at that. hated the warmth creeping up the back of his neck.
you patted the bed beside you, relaxed and coaxing. âcâmere, wolf. you canât keep circling forever.â
toji didnât move. couldnât. his body was fighting itself, instinct screaming to take, to mount, to mark, while his mind still clung to the rusted bars of restraint.
âi donât know if i can do it,â he admitted finally, rough and hoarse. ânot the way you deserve.â
your voice droppedâsoft, serious. âthen let me teach you.â
and that? that was the moment toji realized he was completely, utterly fucked. not because he was going to give inâ but because for the first time, he wanted to.
the room smells like you. like skin and something sweet thickening in the air. low and heady and impossible for him to ignore with the way it was making his cock twitch in his sweats. toji still hadnât moved from his spot by the door, frozen like a statue, every muscle taut and his breath shallow but rapid.
he could feel the claws of his rut wrapping tighter around his brain with every inhale of your scentâ making him dizzier by the second.
âcâmereâ you said again, quiet but firm. fingers curled against the back of the couch. your thighs were parted a little more now, as if in invitation.
tojiâs eyes dropped there automatically. and he let out a breath that sounded more like a choked whine.
âfuckâ he muttered, like he hated how badly he wanted this, like it made him weak.
but he moved, slow, predatory steps at first, then faster like he couldnât help himself. he sat on the couch next to you, angling his body to face yours. thighs thick with tense muscles spread wide.
you grinned and crawled closer, swinging one leg over his lap until you were nestled comfortably and locking your hands together behind his neck. your faces were just inches from each otherâ but he wasnât looking at your eyes anymore. they were low. heavy-lidded and locked between your thighs where he could already smell the slick weeping onto him.
you moved your hands to hover over his broad chest, a tight gym shirt clinging to every ridge of his torso.
âtake it offâ you whined, tugging at it gently.
he wasted no time peeling the skin tight garment off his shoulders, and you wasted no time diving in to taste his mouth. hot and salty with the thin sheen of nervous sweat already sticking to him.
his hand shot up to the back of your neck, the other pulling you to grind against his stiff length as his tongue pushed into your mouth.
he groaned against your mouth, the vibrations reverberating against your chest.
âyouâre fuckinâ dangerousâ
you smiled against his lips, pulling away to respond but the lewd string of spit connecting your lips has him snarling and pulling you back in.
âdidnâtâ mmf, say you could stopâ.
you grinned and tangled one of your hands in hair at the nape of his neck to yank his head back.
âiâm the one teaching you, remember? be a good little wolf and play along, yea?â you grinned as you started to trail your lips down his neck.
that was until he snarledâ actually snarled and threw you off his lap onto the empty space next to him on the couch. he tugged your shorts down in one quick, fevered motion. nose flaring and breath catching as your scent hit him directly. your panties were already soaked through, and when they came off too he let out the quietest, most broken sound.
he acted like a man starved.
you leaned back on your elbows, giving him a full view,
âyou ever gone down on someone before?â your voice was sweet, almost as sweet as the smell of your slick.
âno one i cared toâ he muttered, his soft ears flicking with something almost like shame.
âgoodâ
then you reached for him, guiding his head down with a soft touch behind the ears. he followed instantly.
the first press of his mouth was clumsy, but eager. his nose brushed against against your inner thigh and he stopped just to inhale. eyes fluttering shut at the smell of you. his hands wrapped around your hips and tightened.
âstart slowâ you murmured, running your fingers through his dark hair. âjust taste me.â
he obeyed.
his warm tongue dragged a warm, experimental stripe from your cunt up to your clit. and your breath caught. he didnât waste time to see your reactionâ he could hear it almost instantly.
your hips rutted against him on instinct, âjust like thatâ you breathed, and that was all it took.
he groaned low in his throat and buried his face between your soft thighs like something had snapped. his hands around your waist impossibly tightened even more, holding you open as he licked again, hungrier now. messier now. his nose nudged against your clit repeatedly and it made you want to roll your hips more. but you were stuck with the iron grip he had on you.
so you just tightened your grip on his hair and tugged him closer, making him let out another low whine against you.
âsensitive?â you teased breathlessly, even as your legs started to tremble from how intently he was licking you.
he nodded against your cunt, tongue still working, eyes half-lidded and glazed, âtastes so fuckinâ goodâ fuck, why does it taste so good?â.
the sounds of him whining and growling against your heat was nothing short of filthy.
you let your head fall back, one hand gripping the cool leather of the couch, and the other still tangled in his hair. âyouâre doing so well, baby.â
a growl rumbled in the back of his throat at the praise, his rhythm faltering before he doubled down, lips moving to suck at your clit, and fingers coming up and diving as deep as he could into your pussy, repeatedly.
your whine broke the air as you pushed him further into your slick, âkeepâ fuuuck, keep doing that..!â
he obliged, moaning into like it was the best meal of his life, and the vibrations made your toes curl and thighs tighten hard enough around his head that he could feel himself getting dizzy. but he didnât careâ didnât even flinch. if anything, it egged him on to go faster. fingers repeatedly bullying that soft spongy spot at the back of your cunt.
âoh my godâ toji! toji!!â you threw your head back at the blinding pleasure, âdoing soâ so fucking good, please!!â
you could feel him grinding into the couch cushions, humping it without even thinking, just needing to feel some friction on his aching cock.
âsuch a good pupâ you whined, breath hitching, âso fuckinâ starved, yea?â
he whined.
actually whined.
ânot gonna stopâ bunny, canâtâ not until you soak my faceâ.
âthen donâtâ you gasped, tugging at his hair and making him whine again, âdonât.â
and that was all the permission he needed before devouring you, messy and desperate and completely feral. until your orgasm hit you like a wave, sharp and overwhelming. you cried out and your thighs clamped down around his head as your hips bucked against his mouth, and he held you there, licking you through it. whimpering from how hard he was rutting into the sheets and how dizzy he felt. he needed to taste you so bad. so you gave him exactly what he wanted, and he moaned. like your orgasm was his own.
you were still panting. skin flushed, thighs sticky, chest rising and falling where you slumped against the arm of the couchâ completely fucked out just from his mouth. but toji?
he looked like he was breaking apart.
at some point while you were reeling from your orgasm heâd sat back up against the back of the couch, panting himself and watching you, mouth soaked in his saliva and your cum. his fingers were twitching and tense, digging into his thighs like he was physically restraining himself from touching his still clothed cock. the front dark where heâd been grinding against the sheets earlier. the rut was clearly in full swing now. his skin was hot and sweaty, lips swollen and red.
âpleaseâ he rasped. his voice was deeper, thicker with need like it had been dragged through gravel. âneedâ fuck, i need you so bad bunnyâ
you blinked up at him, still a little dazed, âyeah pup? what do you need?â sitting back up to crawl back into his lap, he looked at you like he wanted to cry.
âneed you.â
it came out like a whimper.
âneed me to what, toji?â you toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. âi donât know what you want?â
âdonâtâfuck, donât do that to me. bun, donât make me begâ he pleaded.
âi really donât know what youâre talking about, babyâ you punctuated the pet name with a roll of your hips. making him hiss.
âchristâ i need you, baby, need to sink my cock in your cuntâ need you to milk me dry bun. wanâ breed youâ
you grinned, âthat wasnât so hard now was it?â before pulling back slightly to yank your top off, he uses this to quickly tug his sweats off tooâ nearly ripping them. thick cock slapping against the happy trail at the bottom of his stomach. angry red, twitching and already leaking at the fat tip. thick vein throbbing up the underside and balls that looked tight and flushed darker than usual.
so pent-up. so neglected.
you straddled his lap slowly, pressing your slick against his length without letting him slip in yet, grinding just enough make the head catch against your clit occasionally and to make him sob.
and yes, he sobbed.
âpleasepleasepleaseâ bunny, donât to this tâ meâ his hands flew to your hips, gripping tight. not to control but to anchor himself. âcanât take itâ please ride me- just want you so bad bunnyâ wanna cum in you, need toâ need to so fuckinâ badâ
you were gushing again. aching from how sensitive your body was and still somehow starving for the big bad wolf rendered to a whining pup beneath you.
âyou want me to fuck you, baby?â you whispered into his twitching ears, dragging your cunt over the length of his cock, â want your bunny to ride you until sheâs bred and ruined?â
he howled. there was no other word for it. a guttural, animal sound ripped from his chest as you angled him just rightâ and finally sank down onto him.
fuck.
he split you open.
you were wet, more than ready, but he was so thick it still made your eyes roll back and hips stutter halfway down. he wasnât used to this, not just the sensation, he wasnât used to feeling like this. this needed. this overwhelmed.
âbaâ bunnyâ he gasped, gripping your hips so hard it bordered on bruising. âsâtoo much, i- fuckâ
âshhâ you cooed, bottoming out and grinding your hips in a slow and devastating circle. âyouâre taking it, look at you, pup, all stuffed in me.
his eyes were glassy, his lips parted like he wanted to say something, but you squeezed around him and he choked on the breath in his throat. his body jerking under yours, thick thighs twitching. the desperate rub of his cock inside your tight walls already making him pant like he was about to pass out.
âgonna cumââ he moaned, cheeks flushed red. âiâm gonnaâ fuckâ i just got in, and iâm already gonnaââ
you shushed him again, fingers wiping the sweat damp hair from his forehead as you rode him.
you started slowâ grinding, not bouncingâ savouring the stretch and drag, the way his whimpers turned into full body shudders. his head fell back, throat bobbing as he tried to hold back. but you could already feel the knot swelling at the base of his cock, already trying to lock inside you.
âoh, poor pupâ you cooed, âyouâre already knotting?â
he whined. guttural. raw. embarrassed.
âfuckâ bun. i didnât mean toâ its never happened this fastâ fuckââ
and you couldnât help yourselfâ you clenched around him on purpose, grinning down until his knot popped inside with a wet stretch that made both of you cry out.
toji yowled.
you took the opportunity to grab his face and spit into his mouth.
his eyes rolled back into his skull as he finally let goâ rutting up into you like an animal. barely able to control his hips as he came. hard, deep, pulsing inside you with so much heat it made you go dizzy. the feeling of his thick ropes of cum painting your insides as his knot stretched you out. his whole body arched, thigh muscles spasming and his arms held you against him in a death grip as he continuously flooded your cunt, over and over in heavy spurts that left you twitching from overstimulation.
you didnt stop riding him, didnt let him catch his breath even as he sobbed into your shoulder. knot twitching inside you.
âtoo muchâ he gasped, drooling on your neck. âbunny, please. sâtoo much, i canâtâ canât stop cummingâ!â
your nails scraped up his back.
âthatâs what you wanted, right? wanted to breed me? fill me up? you asked for this,â
âi knowâ he moaned, trembling. âi needed itâfuckâ it feels sâfucking goodââ
you kissed the corner of his mouth. still rolling your hip in slow delicious grinds as he sobbed through the aftershocks. you were cockdrunk too, no better than him honestly. but seeing toji fushiguro, proud, stubborn wolf toji, reduced to a whimpering mess under you was fucking unreal.
he clung to you like he didnt know how to let go as you slowly started to cease your movements. eventually, his breathing slowed, and the haze from earlier started to clear from his eyes.
âfuck,â he mumbled hoarsely, voice ragged against your neck, âi just⊠shit..â
you cupped his jaw gently, guiding him to look up at you. âyou did so goodâ
his eyes fluttered shut like the praise broke him.
âbut weâre gonna be stuck like this for a whileâ you grinned and looked down to where his knot was still stuck inside you. he groaned, collapsing back against the couch.
ânot as much of a big bad wolf as you thought, huh?â