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stranger in need

vampire! choso x churchgirl! reader

✮⋆˙a/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 :)

✮⋆˙c/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.

✮⋆˙w/c : 6.5k

night settles over your small, quiet down in a way that it always does— 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.

you’re 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.

it’s quiet here in a way the rest of the world never seems to be. the silence isn’t lonely— rather it’s warm, safe even. like the building itself is breathing slowly around you.

when you finally stand,your knees protest from the hard wood. “alright..” you murmur to yourself softly. your voice barely echoes through the large hall. there’s 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-goers— cleaning up the altar, tidy the candle stands, collect any hymn books left scattered in the pews. you don’t mind, it’s 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 disappears— 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.

that’s when you notice him.

someone is standing at the cemetery gate.

at first you almost miss him, he’s 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 isn’t looking at you. rather he’s looking at the church, not casually either, not the way someone passing by might glance at a building.

he’s staring.

like someone looking through a window into a life they yearn for but can’t return to. your first instinct should be fear. it’s not.

it’s concern.

you’ve lived in this small town all your life, strangers passing through isn’t 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. “hello, sorry. are you looking for someone?”.

his reaction is immediate. his gaze snaps down from the large glass window at the front of the church to you— or rather your lantern, his shoulders stiffen, as if he hasn’t 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 can’t 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.

“…is it closed?” he asks quietly. his voice is deep, ragged and soft like it hadn’t been used in a while, but not unpleasant. it almost reminds you of your older brothers friend, ryomen’s, but definitely much kinder.

you blink.

“oh, yea. sorry. evening prayer ended a while ago”. you gesture vaguely towards the door. “it’ll be open again in the morning though, around eight”.

he nods slowly, like that information means something more than it should. for a second you think he’s 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 doesn’t. instead his eyes flicker downwards.

towards your throat.

the look lasts less than a heartbeat before it’s gone. you swallow thickly without meaning to. it’s 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 church’s stairs. “are you visiting someone?” you ask gently, nodding towards the cemetery. he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze is fixed somewhere near your collarbone now, his brow drawn ever so slightly like he’s concentrating.

then he blinks, as if waking up.

“…no”.

the word is soft, distracted almost. his fingers tighten briefly around the iron bar of the gate before he releases it. “just passing through.”

“oh” you nod slowly. an awkward silence settles between you, you should probably go home. it’s getting cold, and standing in the churchyard talking to strangers isn’t exactly a smart idea. but something about him makes it difficult to walk away. maybe it’s the way he keeps glancing towards the church, or the quiet loneliness in his posture, like someone who hasn’t spoken to another person in a very long time.

you offer a small smile. “well… if you do want to see inside, it’s really pretty in the mornings. the sunlight comes through the stained glass and—“

you stop.

because suddenly he’s 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.

“you should go home” he says quietly.

“what?” you frown.

“it’s late”.

his voice has gotten flatter now, tighter too. “you shouldn’t stay out here.”

there’s something in the way he says it that makes your stomach flutter, not threatening…protective almost? like he’s warning you about something you’re not quite clued in on yet. you glance around the empty cemetery.

“are you saying that because it’s dangerous?” 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.

“…yes”

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 abrupt— almost like he’s 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. he’s standing a few steps back from the gate now, shoulders tense, head angled slightly downward like he’s concentrating on something very far away.

something about him makes your gut tighten, he doesn’t look dangerous… just… unwell.

“are you okay?” 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 odd— not quite surprise, but also not quite confusion. more like he doesn’t understand why you would even ask that.

you take a few more careful steps down the gravel path, until you’re only a few feet away, separated but the metal gate. “you just look a little…” you hesitate, searching for the right word. “pale?”

at your words, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly.

pale.

that might be the understatement of the century.

“i’m fine.” he says. but his voice comes out rougher this time. your brow furrows. you’ve heard people say they were fine before when they were absolutely not. it’s pretty much universal for ‘i’m not fine, but i don’t want to burden you with that’.

the wind lifts a strand of his long hair across his face, he doesn’t 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 don’t 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.

“you sure?” you ask gently. “you look like you’re going to pass out.”

his eyes drop again, at this distance you can discern exactly what he keeps looking at, not your collarbone, or your necklace you’ve 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. “oh— sorry, i didn’t mean that in a rude way,” you continue quickly “i just mean if you’re sick or something—“

you glance back towards the church door, then back at him. “there’s still some shelter inside, and water.” you offer a small, slightly nervous smile. “you could sit down for a minute if you want.”

the words hang in the air. for a moment he doesn’t move— doesn’t 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.

“…you shouldn’t invite strangers inside.” he says quietly. but there’s no bite to the warning— if anything, it sounds strained. like he’s saying it more for himself than for you. you tilt your head slightly.

“well, you don’t seem like a serial killer.” 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.

“you don’t know that…” he murmurs. you shrug lightly.

“maybe.” then softer “but you still look like you need help.”

another pause stretches impossibly between you, your heart beats steady despite the strange situation you’ve 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 and—

he releases the gate abruptly, the metal rattles and echoes into the night.

“…you should go home” he says after a moment. his voice has gone quieter now, the words coming out tight. you blink at him.

“what? why?”

“it’s late.”

“that’s not really an answer.”

you study him properly now, the pale skin, the way he’s clenching his fist like he’s steadying himself, the way his breathing sounds a little uneven. concern replaces the awkwardness almost instantly. “hey, are you okay?” you ask again. his eye flick up to yours, for a second he looks genuinely confused.

“i told you earlier, i’m fine” he looks away from you.

“yeah, and i didn’t really believe you the first time either.”

he doesn’t 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 he’s been awake and running on fumes for days. “you look like you’re about to pass out— 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.”

for a moment he just stares at you, his fingers curl against the iron again.

“you’re very trusting.” he says quietly.

“or maybe you just look pitiful.” 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. “come on.”

he doesn’t move. you gesture towards the church. “seriously, you look freezing.” another long pause. “oh my—“ you catch yourself, “you’re not going to spontaneously combust if you enter holy ground, are you?” you tease. it gets a reaction— a small huff of breath that turns into mist in the cold air.

“…no.”

“great, then come on.” 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. “well?”

another second passes before he steps through the gate and follows you inside. you don’t 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 today’s prayer. “you can sit over here, do you want a blanket? the father keeps a few spare in his office.”

the man shakes his head with a soft, appreciative smile. however he can’t seem to bring his eyes to meet yours now that you’re both inside.

“right… well, i’ll go fetch some water then.” you disappear around the corner.

with your scent not directly under his nose, the fog in choso’s head fades just enough for him to take in his surroundings. the irony isn’t lost on him, someone like him taking refuge in a church of all places. you weren’t wrong though, it’s very pretty even at night, he can only imagine how sunlight would illuminate this place. it’s 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. “here, drink this… and i know you said you didn’t want a blanket but i thought it’s better to have it and not need it, you know?” 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.

“oh! i’m sorry, i should’ve asked.” you smile sheepishly. “is there… anything else you need?” asking tentatively, you try to discern any other ailments with just your eyes alone.

the man shakes his head, “…no, thank you. you’ve been incredibly kind… my name is choso.”

“choso…” you repeat, as if testing how the name sounds from your mouth, before sharing your own. “i probably should’ve introduced myself before bringing you inside.” you nudge him with a small laugh.

choso doesn’t laugh, he stiffens. you try to ignore the suddenly growing awkward atmosphere. his jaw tightens at the contact. he knows he shouldn’t have come here, this is torture. being so close to you and not showing how badly it’s affecting him? you smell so sweet, he’d probably have trouble resisting you on a good day, but it’s been weeks since he’s last fed on anything but small animals from the forest nearby. he’s 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.

“…are you in pain?”

his head lifts slightly, like he genuinely can’t bare to look at you directly, but still wants to show he listening to you.

“no.”

the answer comes too quickly. suspicious, you fold your arms.

“that didn’t sound convincing either.” you shift a little closer to him, not noticing the way he squeezes his eyes shut and faces away slightly. “seriously,” you continue gently. “you look like you’re about to snap that pew in half.”

his fingers loosen only slightly, like he hadn’t realised how hard he’s gripping it.

“…sorry.”

“it’s not mine.” you reply lightly. “you’re not offending me.” you smile gently and shift where you’re sitting, the bench creaks softly under your weight. for a moment neither of you speak. you sneak a glance at choso, he’s staring straight ahead now, shoulders rigid like he’s trying very hard not to move. you tilt your head.

“you’re really cold.” you blurt suddenly.

“what?” his gaze flickers to you.

“when you were outside,” 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. “sorry— i forgot..” 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.

“…you should not touch me,”

you frown, “why?”

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.

“you keep saying cryptic things like that.” you sigh, gaze shifting to the way his shoulders rise and fall with each careful breath— almost as if its practised. “you know,” i continue after a moment, “usually when people are so convinced they’re dangerous, its usually the opposite.” 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 you’re facing him more fully.

“hey.” he still doesn’t look at you. “you can talk to me.” 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.

“…you would not believe me” he speaks after a while, the sound comes out almost strangled.

“try me.”

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.

“…why do you keep looking there?” you ask cautiously.

he doesn’t respond, looking down again, elbows on his knees and hands clasped tightly together— as if the simple action could stop him from dragging you closer.

“… i should not have come inside.” he murmurs.

“why?”

“being being this close to you is a very bad idea.”

your brow furrows, “i’m not made of glass.”

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.

“you smell warm.”

you blink, “uh…thanks?”

“i’m not trying to compliment you.”

despite the strange situation, and maybe growing unease in your gut, you laugh.

“well now i’m offended.”

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.

“hey,” you start softly, “if you’re really that miserable, you don’t have to sit there suffering in silence.”

his eyes widen a fraction, “i’m not—“

“you are.” 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. “you’re freezing…” you state aloud. he’s completely still, but you don’t pull your hand away this time. instead, your thumb brushes faintly over his knuckles, almost absentmindedly.

“you must be exhausted,” you mutter, “when was the last time time you slept?”

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, “don’t.”

“don’t what?” you tilt your head, subconsciously baring your neck to him. but you don’t 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.

“you’re shaking..” you say quietly.

“i am trying not to hurt you.” the words come out before he can stop them. the silence that follows is heavy.

your eyes search his face, “…why would you hurt me, choso?”

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 doesn’t 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.

“you know, most people don’t warn someone before they hurt them.”

“that’s because most people aren’t trying this hard not to.”

you study him for a moment longer. “…you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

that might be the most dangerous thing you’ve 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.

you’ve kissed boys before, of course you have. father yaga could never know, but you’re 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 playfully— 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 they’re almost black.

“please..” you don’t even know what he’s asking for.

“what do you want?” 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 he’s looking into your soul. wait.

“your eyes—“

“i know.” he interrupts, panting slightly. “listen, i… i need something from you… please.”

“what.. what are you?”

“hungry. so, so fucking hungry.” he looks at you pleadingly, “i promise, it will not hurt for long— i just… i need it, i need it so bad— please.” it slowly clicks into place for you.

“…blood..?”

he nods, pulling you closer and brushing the hair away from your neck, he’s not even trying to hide the way he stares at it now.

“i will not kill you, and it’ll only hurt for a moment” he looks up at you with desperate eyes.

there’s no way this is happening. you have to be dreaming. why are you still even here? you should be running! you’d have to be crazy to even—

“do it, choso.” you speak before you can stop yourself, “if you’re starving, then its okay.”

he groans at your response, “fuck, thank you, thank you so much sweet girl. gonna make it up to you”.

he leans closer and noses at your pulse point, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling with a whine “fuck, you smell so good.”

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. “i’m going… i’m going to…”.

you nod, understanding what he’s 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.

“i know baby, i know— fuck, you taste so much better than i imagined.”

and he’s not lying, the second your taste flooded his mouth he knew he’d be hooked. maybe its the fact he’s 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.

“..are you okay?” he murmurs.

you hum, “yeah, i’m okay” with a small smile. he groans and connects your lips again.

“such a sweet girl, giving me your blood like that.” he groans into your mouth. his hands lower to your waist and pulls you closer to him, “want me to make it up to you?”

you nod into the kiss, “need you, choso.”

he groans a curse, “come here then baby.”

his hands lower again to your hips, guiding you closer to sit in his lap and continues kissing you. “can you feel that?”

you can feel it, he’s so hard under you, grinding against you as he licks into your mouth.

“yea, you’re so big, cho.” you whine.

“cho?” 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. “you smell so good, baby, please let me keep you?”

you don’t 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 though— just to leave marks.

“fuck, i need you right now.” 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.

“so pretty for me.” he murmurs before tracing kisses all over your chest. sucking hickeys over the soft curves everywhere where you needed him the most.

“choso..” you whine, arching your back into his mouth, “don’t be like that.”

“like what?” he grins against you, punctuating his words with a bite just above your nipple.

“stop teasing!” you pout.

he cooes, “sweet girl doesn’t like it when i tease her?”

you tug his hair in response, causing him to huff. but it gets the point across. soon enough he’s wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. sucking gently as he brings his hand that isn’t 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.

“this what you wanted baby?” he grins up at you through his thick lashes, his features bathed in the candlelight.

“fu—… yes!” you nod and arch into him, you’ve 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.

“is this okay, baby?” he murmurs, faintly brushing his finger against your panties. you nod and he pulls off.

“words, sweet girl.”

“yes, its okay.” you exhale shakily. he smiles and continues tracing your panties.

“i bet you’re so warm, sweet girl, bet this pussy is just weeping for me?”

your heart flutters at his filthy words, “yea—yeah.”

“fuuuck…” he groans, giving your nipple one last nip before pulling off your chest and finally discarding your shirt over your shoulders. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll look after you, make you feel good. its the least i can do after how much you’ve helped me, yea?”

you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, but he doesn’t 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.

“fuck, you are soaked for me.” 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. “so pretty…” he whispers before leaning up to kiss you again, groaning as he tastes yourself on your mouth— his fingers reaching back down to your folds and circling your bud.

“fuck!” you gasp into his mouth, it feels so good, your legs tighten around his waist.

“i don’t think you can say that in here.” he smiles into your hair.

“shut— shut up.” you grit. he just continues to smile, his fingers leaving your clit to trace around your clenching hole. your hips buck in anticipation. he doesn’t make you wait very long, he starts to push two fingers in. they feel impossibly long inside you, just when you think he’s 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.

“you okay?”

you nod into his neck. “words.” he reminds you.

“yeah, yea i’m okay, just— feels really good.” you whine. he grins into your hair and starts to pull his fingers out— 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.

“oh my god. cho. cho— don’t stop, feels so good.. please don’t stop.” you gasp into his shoulder again.

he hums, “it isn’t gods fingers you’re about to cream on.”

he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot near your front that makes your toes curl.

“cho!” you gasp.

“i know. i know sweet girl, has a sweet thing like you ever came before?” he cooes, fingers not letting up on that spot that has you seeing stars.

“only— only with my fin— fuck… fingers.” you’re 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.

“come on, sweet girl. soak my fingers, just like that. fuck, such a dirty girl.”

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.

“thank…. thank you…” you whisper.

“don’t thank me yet, i’m not done with you.” he pulls you back to look at him, wiping the few stray tears that you hadn’t 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.

“good girl… you’re such a sweet girl for me aren’t you?”

you don’t 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.

“you still want to continue?” 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.

“oh..” you exhale at the sight of him, he’s huge.

“you sure?” he frowns at the flash of hesitation in your eyes.

“yea, just… i didn’t think it’d be so big.” you laugh nervously.

he kisses your hair in response, “i’ll be gentle, promise.”

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.

“so soaked for me baby, you ready?” 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.

“shit… i know baby. just…fahhh— give me second.” he can barely speak, you’re so warm and snug around him and he’s 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.

“i’m… i’m okay..” you exhale sharply.

“am i okay to move?” he grits. its taking everything in him right now to not slam into you. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything like this before.

“yeah, yeah, its okay.” 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.

“taste so fucking good baby, soo sweet for me.” 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 you’re not going to hell for this.

“cho— choso!” 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.

“shhh i know, making you feel soo good aren’t i baby?” 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. “where do you think you’re going?” he snarls.

“oh my fucking— feels so good!!”

“i know, you like it when i press down here?” he pushes down on his cock inside you even harder, the pressure making your toes curl and his thrusts stutter.

“fuuuh, gonna make you my wife, wanna keep you. you’ll let me, wont you? you’ve been so nice to me— you’ll let me keep you?”

he is well and truly pussy drunk.

“gonna fill you up, yea…such a sweet girl, gonna make you round and swollen with me…fuck— gonna take such good care of you. please let me come. fuck— baby please let me come inside? need to ruin you.”

you can barely hear half of what he’s saying, you’re so close to cumming yourself.

“fuck, please! sweet girl, you have to let me cum, need to get you pregnant baby… please let me come inside?” and it somehow clicks for you in your haze of pleasure what he’s saying. vampires can’t come inside without permission.

you shake your head, “hnnggg… no, you gotta beg for it.”

he genuinely whines out loud, the feeling of being edged by his own body making him go crazy, “please— i’ll do anything for you baby, just please, god— fuck please let me cum? be a good girl and let me empty my balls inside you?”

your eyes roll back at his filthy words and you finally nod, “yes— yes, you can cum! fill me up, cho, please!!”

his face presses into your neck, as he whines into you “fuck— thank you, good girl. what a good girl for me, never letting you go.”

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.

“i really did mean it, you know?” he murmurs against your lips.

your eyes open to meet his, “mean what?”

“keeping you all to myself.”

you let an exhausted laugh leave your chest, slapping him on the shoulder, “like fuck you are, i’m probably already going to hell.”

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.

“hello? your brother called and said you never made it home, are you still here?”

you might be going to hell sooner than you thought.

✮⋆˙creds : divider by @pixopix

[viekoko]

big bad bunny !!

sub! wolf hybrid! toji x dom! bunny hybrid! reader

✮⋆˙a/n : i felt tewww freaked out with this one but i was inspired by @v4mpyrf4e on tiktok . hope u guys enjoy !

✮⋆˙c/w : praise, overstimulation, subby toji, soft top reader, breeding, spitting, hair pulling, virginity loss.

✮⋆˙w/c : 3.5k

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 around— pollen thick enough in the air to taste it, windows thrown open to let in warm breezes, and instincts tugging restlessly at every hybrid’s bones. for most, it was a season of routine need. but for some, like toji fushiguro, it was something else entirely.

he’d 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 wouldn’t know how to stop.

so he didn’t.

he ignored his heat cycles. bit back on the hunger aching in his bones and isolated himself when his rut came knocking. didn’t even entertain the thought of a mate. not seriously.

until you.

you weren’t subtle, and he didn’t 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 that—to him—felt like you saw everything. you weren’t 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.

“i heard wolves like to chase.” was the first thing you’d 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. you’d 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.

you’d 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, you’d ride out the edge yourself or take whoever you trusted at the time, but it was never serious.

until you offered him.

“you can take me, you know.” You’d said it casually one night, curled on his couch in just a tank top and shorts, ears twitching like you were reading his pulse. “you keep looking at me like you’re aching for something. you’d be good at it.”

toji stiffened when he heard the words. everywhere. it wasn’t like you hadn’t touched before. You’d jerked him off with soft, confident hands, sweet words reaching his ears—but mating? real mating?

toji fushiguro was confident in most things about himself. his restraint with you wasn’t one of them.

he didn’t 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 “fuck off, bunny”. and you just grinned. you hadn’t 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 close— real close

and you were lounging on his couch like you belonged there.

“you’re scenting up my whole apartment,” he muttered from the doorway, voice low and dangerous, like he hadn’t 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 weren’t aggressive by nature, but they were enticing—prey luring predators in with softness and heat.

“mm. you’re the one who said i could stay tonight,” you murmured, toying with the fur of your own ear. “besides, it’s not like i’m in heat yet. but you…” your eyes flicked to him, the gold of them glowing faintly in the dim light. “you’re close, yea?”

toji swallowed hard, his body going taut as rope.

“can smell it on ‘ya, y’know.” 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. “you’re holding back. why?”

he didn’t know how to answer that. not truthfully.

not without admitting that for all his brute strength, for all the blood he’d spilled in the underground fights and the girls who’d thrown themselves at him, he was inexperienced in the one thing that mattered right now.

because mating wasn’t about fucking. not with hybrids like him.

it was about instincts. about giving in and surrendering.

and that… that was something he really didn’t 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. “you know I’d let you— want to let you. but I need you to stop pretending like you’re gonna hurt me if you lose control.”

his jaw flexed.

“i can hurt you,” he said lowly. “you don’t know what it’s like when i—”

“i do,” you cut in gently. “i’ve been through like three heats with guys nearly twice my size— who didn’t even have half the self-control you do. and i’m still here. aren’t i? still waiting... still moaning your name when i touch myself.”

toji growled low under his breath, eyes flashing.

you smiled, fangs showing. “and besides… you wouldn’t hurt me. you’re sweet.”

he stared at you like you’d just cursed him.

“i’m not sweet.”

“no?” 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. “c’mere, wolf. you can’t keep circling forever.”

toji didn’t move. couldn’t. his body was fighting itself, instinct screaming to take, to mount, to mark, while his mind still clung to the rusted bars of restraint.

“i don’t know if i can do it,” he admitted finally, rough and hoarse. “not the way you deserve.”

your voice dropped—soft, serious. “then let me teach you.”

and that? that was the moment toji realized he was completely, utterly fucked. not because he was going to give in— 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 hadn’t 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 scent— making him dizzier by the second.

“c’mere” 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.

toji’s eyes dropped there automatically. and he let out a breath that sounded more like a choked whine.

“fuck” 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 couldn’t 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 other— but he wasn’t 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.

“take it off” 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.

“you’re fuckin’ dangerous”

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.

“didn’t— mmf, say you could stop”.

you grinned and tangled one of your hands in hair at the nape of his neck to yank his head back.

“i’m the one teaching you, remember? be a good little wolf and play along, yea?” you grinned as you started to trail your lips down his neck.

that was until he snarled— 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,

“you ever gone down on someone before?” your voice was sweet, almost as sweet as the smell of your slick.

“no one i cared to” he muttered, his soft ears flicking with something almost like shame.

“good”

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.

“start slow” you murmured, running your fingers through his dark hair. “just taste me.”

he obeyed.

his warm tongue dragged a warm, experimental stripe from your cunt up to your clit. and your breath caught. he didn’t waste time to see your reaction— he could hear it almost instantly.

your hips rutted against him on instinct, “just like that” 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.

“sensitive?” 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, “tastes so fuckin’ good— fuck, why does it taste so good?”.

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. “you’re doing so well, baby.”

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, “keep— fuuuck, keep doing that..!”

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 didn’t care— didn’t even flinch. if anything, it egged him on to go faster. fingers repeatedly bullying that soft spongy spot at the back of your cunt.

“oh my god— toji! toji!!” you threw your head back at the blinding pleasure, “doing so— so fucking good, please!!”

you could feel him grinding into the couch cushions, humping it without even thinking, just needing to feel some friction on his aching cock.

“such a good pup” you whined, breath hitching, “so fuckin’ starved, yea?”

he whined.

actually whined.

“not gonna stop— bunny, can’t— not until you soak my face”.

“then don’t” you gasped, tugging at his hair and making him whine again, “don’t.”

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 couch— 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 he’d 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 he’d been grinding against the sheets earlier. the rut was clearly in full swing now. his skin was hot and sweaty, lips swollen and red.

“please” he rasped. his voice was deeper, thicker with need like it had been dragged through gravel. “need— fuck, i need you so bad bunny”

you blinked up at him, still a little dazed, “yeah pup? what do you need?” sitting back up to crawl back into his lap, he looked at you like he wanted to cry.

“need you.”

it came out like a whimper.

“need me to what, toji?” you toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. “i don’t know what you want?”

“don’t—fuck, don’t do that to me. bun, don’t make me beg” he pleaded.

“i really don’t know what you’re talking about, baby” you punctuated the pet name with a roll of your hips. making him hiss.

“christ— i need you, baby, need to sink my cock in your cunt— need you to milk me dry bun. wan’ breed you”

you grinned, “that wasn’t so hard now was it?” before pulling back slightly to yank your top off, he uses this to quickly tug his sweats off too— 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.

“pleasepleaseplease— bunny, don’t to this t’ me” his hands flew to your hips, gripping tight. not to control but to anchor himself. “can’t take it— please ride me- just want you so bad bunny— wanna cum in you, need to— need to so fuckin’ bad”

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.

“you want me to fuck you, baby?” you whispered into his twitching ears, dragging your cunt over the length of his cock, “ want your bunny to ride you until she’s bred and ruined?”

he howled. there was no other word for it. a guttural, animal sound ripped from his chest as you angled him just right— 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 wasn’t used to this, not just the sensation, he wasn’t used to feeling like this. this needed. this overwhelmed.

“ba— bunny” he gasped, gripping your hips so hard it bordered on bruising. “s’too much, i- fuck”

“shh” you cooed, bottoming out and grinding your hips in a slow and devastating circle. “you’re 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.

“gonna cum—“ he moaned, cheeks flushed red. “i’m gonna— fuck— i just got in, and i’m already gonna—“

you shushed him again, fingers wiping the sweat damp hair from his forehead as you rode him.

you started slow— grinding, not bouncing— 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.

“oh, poor pup” you cooed, “you’re already knotting?”

he whined. guttural. raw. embarrassed.

“fuck— bun. i didn’t mean to— its never happened this fast— fuck—“

and you couldn’t help yourself— 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 go— 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.

“too much” he gasped, drooling on your neck. “bunny, please. s’too much, i can’t— can’t stop cumming—!”

your nails scraped up his back.

“that’s what you wanted, right? wanted to breed me? fill me up? you asked for this,”

“i know” he moaned, trembling. “i needed it—fuck— it feels s’fucking good—“

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.

“fuck,” he mumbled hoarsely, voice ragged against your neck, “i just… shit..”

you cupped his jaw gently, guiding him to look up at you. “you did so good”

his eyes fluttered shut like the praise broke him.

“but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a while” you grinned and looked down to where his knot was still stuck inside you. he groaned, collapsing back against the couch.

“not as much of a big bad wolf as you thought, huh?”

✮⋆˙creds : divider by @pixopix

[viekoko]

loser nerdjo loves his bratty gf pt 2 !

part one here !

it’s been a few weeks since the incident— 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 you’d noticed how much your boyfriend would complain about him when it was just the two of you. it didn’t help that you two were still secretly dating— so to everyone else it seemed as if you were single.

now, the crux of the problem was the party you’d 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 he’s sulking and giving you the silent treatment!

“toruu…!” you nudged him from your position next to him on the sofa. “don’t tell me you’re jealous?” you coo, but anyone who knew you would be able to hear the teasing lilt in your voice.

“don’t start.” he said coldly, his eyes not leaving whatever show was on the tv from earlier that day.

rolling your eyes, you huffed. “c’mon!! i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i didn’t think it’d be that big a deal!”

“you knew exactly how ‘big a deal’ it’d be.” 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.

“maybe… or maybe i finally wanted you to snap.” 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 he’s 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.

“you wanted to be cute? think you’re funny?” his hisses against your mouth, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth. “i’ll show you funny— stand up.” he doesn’t 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.

“get on the bed.” he lets go of you and commands after he kicks the door shut behind him.

“sat—“‘

“get. on the bed.”

you do as he says, his voice doesn’t 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.

“hands.” you do as he says, not even trying to piss him off now, you think you might’ve 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 he’s already all over you.

“is this what you wanted? couldn’t just be a good little girlfriend could you, just had to push me again.” he hisses against your ear.

oh he’s 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 panties— pushing them aside and dragging a finger up your slit to collect your juices already gushing out.

“fuuck… already this wet for me?” he grins up at you, “or is it for someone else?”

you shake your head and try to buck your hips up to chase his fingers, “no! just you— all you toru.” he starts to circle your clit quickly and suddenly, causing you to gasp and tug at the blindfold restraining you.

“you sure it’s 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?”

“n-noo! only you can! fuck.. please don’t stop.” you mewl, kicking your legs out.

“don’t stop?…like this?” and as suddenly as it started, the pleasure stops again, causing you to whine out.

“stop complaining, you’ll get me soon enough, greedy girl.” 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 hadn’t even noticed how hard he was. thick and red, precum dribbling down from the head to trace the underside of it.

“dirty girl..” he murmurs as he wipes off some of the spit that had escaped your lips— 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.

“toruu…! just put it in!” you cry out, pulling at the restraints again, it gets you nowhere.

“so impatient… is this why you’ve been throwing yourself all over that idiot? i haven’t been fucking you enough? you want it? beg for it.”

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 he’s pressing down on your tummy to stop you.

“fuck— one more chance, pretty girl— or i’m leaving you here all night.” he hisses and you can just imagine it. he’s probably pissed off enough he’d 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.

“oh pleease toru! need it so bad— jus’ you, only you! please fuck me— oh my god!” your jaw drops when he finally plunges inside you. straight to the hilt. he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before he’s pulling out and slamming back in— grinding his pelvis against your clit for a few seconds.

“yeaah, that’s more like it, you only listen when you’re not about to get what you want, is that it?” he leans down and nibbles the shell and lobes of your ear before finally setting a pace. normally (on the rare occasion you haven’t don’t 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 doesn’t care about any of that.

he just wants to remind you who you belong to.

“fuck— yea, clench around me like that again, fuck you’re so tight baby. my cock not good enough for you? you trying to find someone else to stretch you out?”

“no! i o-only want you, so soso good to me! mm only want you!” 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 shoulders— you lock your ankles together behind his head and you whine at how much bigger he feels.

“don’t stop!” your whine has satoru’s 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.

“you think i was— haaah… planning on stopping? no-nono way. i’m not pulling out of this sweet cunt ever. need to.. hmm needa live in it. my naughty girl would want that, wouldn’t she? stuffed full all the time?” his words make your jaw drop, he never fails to get drunk on your pussy— no matter how mad he is at you.

“fuuuck, please! i need it, need it soo bad toru! fuck, im close.”

“you close? gonna gush all over my cock? yea? who’s cock?”

“yours!” you choke out.

“hmmm that’s right, who’s fucking you like this?” he leans down and kisses you messily, mouthing would be a more accurate word for whatever he’s trying to do.

“you are! sa— satoru is!!”

you can tell he’s getting close too, his pace starts to falter and there’s 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.

“fuck that’s it— 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.”

oh fuck that’s 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.

“i love you, you know that right?” he pants after pulling away.

“mm, i love you too toru, sorry for trying to piss you off.”

he laughs quietly, pressing his face into your neck and reaching up to free your wrists.

“we both know you’re not sorry, but thanks baby.”

✮⋆˙a/c : i highkey hate this, vie try to make a drabble challenge impossible

[viekoko]

satoru ⭒๋࣭ ⭑

oneshots

tbc

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nerdjo loves his bratty gf! nerdjo loves his bratty gf! pt 2

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[viekoko]

loser nerdjo loves his bratty gf !

part two here !

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 can’t let anyone know that!! you’ve 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 you’re with your friends— but you’re 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 presentation— the same one which he’d 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.

“yea? you like when i fuck you like that, huh?” 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.

“you wanted to be a nasty fucking bitch to your boyfriend in front of everyone? ruin my fucking presentation?”

you whine loudly at his words, unable to string even a sentence together, “toruu—!! ‘msorry.. hck!” your words interrupted by a sharp smack on your ass.

“shut. up.” he hisses, his words punctuated by each thrust of his cock into your drooling cunt. “this is what you wanted, yea? just needed to be put— haaaahh… put. in. your. place?”

you shake your head into the pillow, choking on your own sobs. it feels soo good, you don’t 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.

“fuhhh— sa— toru!!” you mewl into the pillow, toes curling at the way his thick cock was bullying your poor g-spot.

“bratty girls think they can get away with anything, huh? just needed to show you where you belong, that it? yeahh, that’s it. good girl, take it, take. it.” he’s 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 wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbours could hear the wet schlick schlick sounds coming from your soaked pussy, and surely you’d have some crazy bruises on your hips tomorrow with the way he was gripping you.

“mhm!! fuck! feels soo good, love you!!” 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.

“fuck, you’re so tight baby, you close? yeah, you are, can feel how much you’re clenching on me. like you don’t want me to leave. want me to fill you up?” his voice starts to break and crack into a whine as he gets closer to finishing.

‘yess..! toru pleaase!! need it!” 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. “you okay, sweetheart?”

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.

“i love you baby, but the next time you pull some shit like that before a big presentation then i’m tying you up, got it?”

[viekoko]

toji ⭒๋࣭ ⭑

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big bad bunny ! your virgin wolf hybrid friend from the gym needs some help!

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tbc

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[viekoko]

choso ⭒๋࣭ ⭑

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stranger in need what happens when a girl too nice for her own good meets a starving vampire?

ficlets

tbc

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[viekoko]

stranger in need

vampire! choso x churchgirl! reader

✮⋆˙a/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 :)

✮⋆˙c/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.

✮⋆˙w/c : 6.5k

night settles over your small, quiet down in a way that it always does— 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.

you’re 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.

it’s quiet here in a way the rest of the world never seems to be. the silence isn’t lonely— rather it’s warm, safe even. like the building itself is breathing slowly around you.

when you finally stand,your knees protest from the hard wood. “alright..” you murmur to yourself softly. your voice barely echoes through the large hall. there’s 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-goers— cleaning up the altar, tidy the candle stands, collect any hymn books left scattered in the pews. you don’t mind, it’s 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 disappears— 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.

that’s when you notice him.

someone is standing at the cemetery gate.

at first you almost miss him, he’s 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 isn’t looking at you. rather he’s looking at the church, not casually either, not the way someone passing by might glance at a building.

he’s staring.

like someone looking through a window into a life they yearn for but can’t return to. your first instinct should be fear. it’s not.

it’s concern.

you’ve lived in this small town all your life, strangers passing through isn’t 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. “hello, sorry. are you looking for someone?”.

his reaction is immediate. his gaze snaps down from the large glass window at the front of the church to you— or rather your lantern, his shoulders stiffen, as if he hasn’t 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 can’t 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.

“…is it closed?” he asks quietly. his voice is deep, ragged and soft like it hadn’t been used in a while, but not unpleasant. it almost reminds you of your older brothers friend, ryomen’s, but definitely much kinder.

you blink.

“oh, yea. sorry. evening prayer ended a while ago”. you gesture vaguely towards the door. “it’ll be open again in the morning though, around eight”.

he nods slowly, like that information means something more than it should. for a second you think he’s 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 doesn’t. instead his eyes flicker downwards.

towards your throat.

the look lasts less than a heartbeat before it’s gone. you swallow thickly without meaning to. it’s 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 church’s stairs. “are you visiting someone?” you ask gently, nodding towards the cemetery. he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze is fixed somewhere near your collarbone now, his brow drawn ever so slightly like he’s concentrating.

then he blinks, as if waking up.

“…no”.

the word is soft, distracted almost. his fingers tighten briefly around the iron bar of the gate before he releases it. “just passing through.”

“oh” you nod slowly. an awkward silence settles between you, you should probably go home. it’s getting cold, and standing in the churchyard talking to strangers isn’t exactly a smart idea. but something about him makes it difficult to walk away. maybe it’s the way he keeps glancing towards the church, or the quiet loneliness in his posture, like someone who hasn’t spoken to another person in a very long time.

you offer a small smile. “well… if you do want to see inside, it’s really pretty in the mornings. the sunlight comes through the stained glass and—“

you stop.

because suddenly he’s 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.

“you should go home” he says quietly.

“what?” you frown.

“it’s late”.

his voice has gotten flatter now, tighter too. “you shouldn’t stay out here.”

there’s something in the way he says it that makes your stomach flutter, not threatening…protective almost? like he’s warning you about something you’re not quite clued in on yet. you glance around the empty cemetery.

“are you saying that because it’s dangerous?” 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.

“…yes”

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 abrupt— almost like he’s 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. he’s standing a few steps back from the gate now, shoulders tense, head angled slightly downward like he’s concentrating on something very far away.

something about him makes your gut tighten, he doesn’t look dangerous… just… unwell.

“are you okay?” 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 odd— not quite surprise, but also not quite confusion. more like he doesn’t understand why you would even ask that.

you take a few more careful steps down the gravel path, until you’re only a few feet away, separated but the metal gate. “you just look a little…” you hesitate, searching for the right word. “pale?”

at your words, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly.

pale.

that might be the understatement of the century.

“i’m fine.” he says. but his voice comes out rougher this time. your brow furrows. you’ve heard people say they were fine before when they were absolutely not. it’s pretty much universal for ‘i’m not fine, but i don’t want to burden you with that’.

the wind lifts a strand of his long hair across his face, he doesn’t 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 don’t 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.

“you sure?” you ask gently. “you look like you’re going to pass out.”

his eyes drop again, at this distance you can discern exactly what he keeps looking at, not your collarbone, or your necklace you’ve 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. “oh— sorry, i didn’t mean that in a rude way,” you continue quickly “i just mean if you’re sick or something—“

you glance back towards the church door, then back at him. “there’s still some shelter inside, and water.” you offer a small, slightly nervous smile. “you could sit down for a minute if you want.”

the words hang in the air. for a moment he doesn’t move— doesn’t 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.

“…you shouldn’t invite strangers inside.” he says quietly. but there’s no bite to the warning— if anything, it sounds strained. like he’s saying it more for himself than for you. you tilt your head slightly.

“well, you don’t seem like a serial killer.” 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.

“you don’t know that…” he murmurs. you shrug lightly.

“maybe.” then softer “but you still look like you need help.”

another pause stretches impossibly between you, your heart beats steady despite the strange situation you’ve 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 and—

he releases the gate abruptly, the metal rattles and echoes into the night.

“…you should go home” he says after a moment. his voice has gone quieter now, the words coming out tight. you blink at him.

“what? why?”

“it’s late.”

“that’s not really an answer.”

you study him properly now, the pale skin, the way he’s clenching his fist like he’s steadying himself, the way his breathing sounds a little uneven. concern replaces the awkwardness almost instantly. “hey, are you okay?” you ask again. his eye flick up to yours, for a second he looks genuinely confused.

“i told you earlier, i’m fine” he looks away from you.

“yeah, and i didn’t really believe you the first time either.”

he doesn’t 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 he’s been awake and running on fumes for days. “you look like you’re about to pass out— 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.”

for a moment he just stares at you, his fingers curl against the iron again.

“you’re very trusting.” he says quietly.

“or maybe you just look pitiful.” 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. “come on.”

he doesn’t move. you gesture towards the church. “seriously, you look freezing.” another long pause. “oh my—“ you catch yourself, “you’re not going to spontaneously combust if you enter holy ground, are you?” you tease. it gets a reaction— a small huff of breath that turns into mist in the cold air.

“…no.”

“great, then come on.” 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. “well?”

another second passes before he steps through the gate and follows you inside. you don’t 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 today’s prayer. “you can sit over here, do you want a blanket? the father keeps a few spare in his office.”

the man shakes his head with a soft, appreciative smile. however he can’t seem to bring his eyes to meet yours now that you’re both inside.

“right… well, i’ll go fetch some water then.” you disappear around the corner.

with your scent not directly under his nose, the fog in choso’s head fades just enough for him to take in his surroundings. the irony isn’t lost on him, someone like him taking refuge in a church of all places. you weren’t wrong though, it’s very pretty even at night, he can only imagine how sunlight would illuminate this place. it’s 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. “here, drink this… and i know you said you didn’t want a blanket but i thought it’s better to have it and not need it, you know?” 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.

“oh! i’m sorry, i should’ve asked.” you smile sheepishly. “is there… anything else you need?” asking tentatively, you try to discern any other ailments with just your eyes alone.

the man shakes his head, “…no, thank you. you’ve been incredibly kind… my name is choso.”

“choso…” you repeat, as if testing how the name sounds from your mouth, before sharing your own. “i probably should’ve introduced myself before bringing you inside.” you nudge him with a small laugh.

choso doesn’t laugh, he stiffens. you try to ignore the suddenly growing awkward atmosphere. his jaw tightens at the contact. he knows he shouldn’t have come here, this is torture. being so close to you and not showing how badly it’s affecting him? you smell so sweet, he’d probably have trouble resisting you on a good day, but it’s been weeks since he’s last fed on anything but small animals from the forest nearby. he’s 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.

“…are you in pain?”

his head lifts slightly, like he genuinely can’t bare to look at you directly, but still wants to show he listening to you.

“no.”

the answer comes too quickly. suspicious, you fold your arms.

“that didn’t sound convincing either.” you shift a little closer to him, not noticing the way he squeezes his eyes shut and faces away slightly. “seriously,” you continue gently. “you look like you’re about to snap that pew in half.”

his fingers loosen only slightly, like he hadn’t realised how hard he’s gripping it.

“…sorry.”

“it’s not mine.” you reply lightly. “you’re not offending me.” you smile gently and shift where you’re sitting, the bench creaks softly under your weight. for a moment neither of you speak. you sneak a glance at choso, he’s staring straight ahead now, shoulders rigid like he’s trying very hard not to move. you tilt your head.

“you’re really cold.” you blurt suddenly.

“what?” his gaze flickers to you.

“when you were outside,” 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. “sorry— i forgot..” 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.

“…you should not touch me,”

you frown, “why?”

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.

“you keep saying cryptic things like that.” you sigh, gaze shifting to the way his shoulders rise and fall with each careful breath— almost as if its practised. “you know,” i continue after a moment, “usually when people are so convinced they’re dangerous, its usually the opposite.” 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 you’re facing him more fully.

“hey.” he still doesn’t look at you. “you can talk to me.” 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.

“…you would not believe me” he speaks after a while, the sound comes out almost strangled.

“try me.”

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.

“…why do you keep looking there?” you ask cautiously.

he doesn’t respond, looking down again, elbows on his knees and hands clasped tightly together— as if the simple action could stop him from dragging you closer.

“… i should not have come inside.” he murmurs.

“why?”

“being being this close to you is a very bad idea.”

your brow furrows, “i’m not made of glass.”

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.

“you smell warm.”

you blink, “uh…thanks?”

“i’m not trying to compliment you.”

despite the strange situation, and maybe growing unease in your gut, you laugh.

“well now i’m offended.”

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.

“hey,” you start softly, “if you’re really that miserable, you don’t have to sit there suffering in silence.”

his eyes widen a fraction, “i’m not—“

“you are.” 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. “you’re freezing…” you state aloud. he’s completely still, but you don’t pull your hand away this time. instead, your thumb brushes faintly over his knuckles, almost absentmindedly.

“you must be exhausted,” you mutter, “when was the last time time you slept?”

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, “don’t.”

“don’t what?” you tilt your head, subconsciously baring your neck to him. but you don’t 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.

“you’re shaking..” you say quietly.

“i am trying not to hurt you.” the words come out before he can stop them. the silence that follows is heavy.

your eyes search his face, “…why would you hurt me, choso?”

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 doesn’t 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.

“you know, most people don’t warn someone before they hurt them.”

“that’s because most people aren’t trying this hard not to.”

you study him for a moment longer. “…you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

that might be the most dangerous thing you’ve 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.

you’ve kissed boys before, of course you have. father yaga could never know, but you’re 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 playfully— 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 they’re almost black.

“please..” you don’t even know what he’s asking for.

“what do you want?” 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 he’s looking into your soul. wait.

“your eyes—“

“i know.” he interrupts, panting slightly. “listen, i… i need something from you… please.”

“what.. what are you?”

“hungry. so, so fucking hungry.” he looks at you pleadingly, “i promise, it will not hurt for long— i just… i need it, i need it so bad— please.” it slowly clicks into place for you.

“…blood..?”

he nods, pulling you closer and brushing the hair away from your neck, he’s not even trying to hide the way he stares at it now.

“i will not kill you, and it’ll only hurt for a moment” he looks up at you with desperate eyes.

there’s no way this is happening. you have to be dreaming. why are you still even here? you should be running! you’d have to be crazy to even—

“do it, choso.” you speak before you can stop yourself, “if you’re starving, then its okay.”

he groans at your response, “fuck, thank you, thank you so much sweet girl. gonna make it up to you”.

he leans closer and noses at your pulse point, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling with a whine “fuck, you smell so good.”

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. “i’m going… i’m going to…”.

you nod, understanding what he’s 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.

“i know baby, i know— fuck, you taste so much better than i imagined.”

and he’s not lying, the second your taste flooded his mouth he knew he’d be hooked. maybe its the fact he’s 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.

“..are you okay?” he murmurs.

you hum, “yeah, i’m okay” with a small smile. he groans and connects your lips again.

“such a sweet girl, giving me your blood like that.” he groans into your mouth. his hands lower to your waist and pulls you closer to him, “want me to make it up to you?”

you nod into the kiss, “need you, choso.”

he groans a curse, “come here then baby.”

his hands lower again to your hips, guiding you closer to sit in his lap and continues kissing you. “can you feel that?”

you can feel it, he’s so hard under you, grinding against you as he licks into your mouth.

“yea, you’re so big, cho.” you whine.

“cho?” 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. “you smell so good, baby, please let me keep you?”

you don’t 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 though— just to leave marks.

“fuck, i need you right now.” 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.

“so pretty for me.” he murmurs before tracing kisses all over your chest. sucking hickeys over the soft curves everywhere where you needed him the most.

“choso..” you whine, arching your back into his mouth, “don’t be like that.”

“like what?” he grins against you, punctuating his words with a bite just above your nipple.

“stop teasing!” you pout.

he cooes, “sweet girl doesn’t like it when i tease her?”

you tug his hair in response, causing him to huff. but it gets the point across. soon enough he’s wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. sucking gently as he brings his hand that isn’t 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.

“this what you wanted baby?” he grins up at you through his thick lashes, his features bathed in the candlelight.

“fu—… yes!” you nod and arch into him, you’ve 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.

“is this okay, baby?” he murmurs, faintly brushing his finger against your panties. you nod and he pulls off.

“words, sweet girl.”

“yes, its okay.” you exhale shakily. he smiles and continues tracing your panties.

“i bet you’re so warm, sweet girl, bet this pussy is just weeping for me?”

your heart flutters at his filthy words, “yea—yeah.”

“fuuuck…” he groans, giving your nipple one last nip before pulling off your chest and finally discarding your shirt over your shoulders. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll look after you, make you feel good. its the least i can do after how much you’ve helped me, yea?”

you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment, but he doesn’t 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.

“fuck, you are soaked for me.” 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. “so pretty…” he whispers before leaning up to kiss you again, groaning as he tastes yourself on your mouth— his fingers reaching back down to your folds and circling your bud.

“fuck!” you gasp into his mouth, it feels so good, your legs tighten around his waist.

“i don’t think you can say that in here.” he smiles into your hair.

“shut— shut up.” you grit. he just continues to smile, his fingers leaving your clit to trace around your clenching hole. your hips buck in anticipation. he doesn’t make you wait very long, he starts to push two fingers in. they feel impossibly long inside you, just when you think he’s 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.

“you okay?”

you nod into his neck. “words.” he reminds you.

“yeah, yea i’m okay, just— feels really good.” you whine. he grins into your hair and starts to pull his fingers out— 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.

“oh my god. cho. cho— don’t stop, feels so good.. please don’t stop.” you gasp into his shoulder again.

he hums, “it isn’t gods fingers you’re about to cream on.”

he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot near your front that makes your toes curl.

“cho!” you gasp.

“i know. i know sweet girl, has a sweet thing like you ever came before?” he cooes, fingers not letting up on that spot that has you seeing stars.

“only— only with my fin— fuck… fingers.” you’re 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.

“come on, sweet girl. soak my fingers, just like that. fuck, such a dirty girl.”

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.

“thank…. thank you…” you whisper.

“don’t thank me yet, i’m not done with you.” he pulls you back to look at him, wiping the few stray tears that you hadn’t 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.

“good girl… you’re such a sweet girl for me aren’t you?”

you don’t 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.

“you still want to continue?” 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.

“oh..” you exhale at the sight of him, he’s huge.

“you sure?” he frowns at the flash of hesitation in your eyes.

“yea, just… i didn’t think it’d be so big.” you laugh nervously.

he kisses your hair in response, “i’ll be gentle, promise.”

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.

“so soaked for me baby, you ready?” 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.

“shit… i know baby. just…fahhh— give me second.” he can barely speak, you’re so warm and snug around him and he’s 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.

“i’m… i’m okay..” you exhale sharply.

“am i okay to move?” he grits. its taking everything in him right now to not slam into you. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything like this before.

“yeah, yeah, its okay.” 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.

“taste so fucking good baby, soo sweet for me.” 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 you’re not going to hell for this.

“cho— choso!” 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.

“shhh i know, making you feel soo good aren’t i baby?” 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. “where do you think you’re going?” he snarls.

“oh my fucking— feels so good!!”

“i know, you like it when i press down here?” he pushes down on his cock inside you even harder, the pressure making your toes curl and his thrusts stutter.

“fuuuh, gonna make you my wife, wanna keep you. you’ll let me, wont you? you’ve been so nice to me— you’ll let me keep you?”

he is well and truly pussy drunk.

“gonna fill you up, yea…such a sweet girl, gonna make you round and swollen with me…fuck— gonna take such good care of you. please let me come. fuck— baby please let me come inside? need to ruin you.”

you can barely hear half of what he’s saying, you’re so close to cumming yourself.

“fuck, please! sweet girl, you have to let me cum, need to get you pregnant baby… please let me come inside?” and it somehow clicks for you in your haze of pleasure what he’s saying. vampires can’t come inside without permission.

you shake your head, “hnnggg… no, you gotta beg for it.”

he genuinely whines out loud, the feeling of being edged by his own body making him go crazy, “please— i’ll do anything for you baby, just please, god— fuck please let me cum? be a good girl and let me empty my balls inside you?”

your eyes roll back at his filthy words and you finally nod, “yes— yes, you can cum! fill me up, cho, please!!”

his face presses into your neck, as he whines into you “fuck— thank you, good girl. what a good girl for me, never letting you go.”

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.

“i really did mean it, you know?” he murmurs against your lips.

your eyes open to meet his, “mean what?”

“keeping you all to myself.”

you let an exhausted laugh leave your chest, slapping him on the shoulder, “like fuck you are, i’m probably already going to hell.”

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.

“hello? your brother called and said you never made it home, are you still here?”

you might be going to hell sooner than you thought.

✮⋆˙creds : divider by @pixopix

[viekoko]

hey just wanted to let you know that, to the anonymous that said women can't top unless they're “entering”, 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!

-🕯️

ahh this is what i thought !! tysm <33

[viekoko]

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 !!

[viekoko]

big bad bunny !!

sub! wolf hybrid! toji x dom! bunny hybrid! reader

✮⋆˙a/n : i felt tewww freaked out with this one but i was inspired by @v4mpyrf4e on tiktok . hope u guys enjoy !

✮⋆˙c/w : praise, overstimulation, subby toji, soft top reader, breeding, spitting, hair pulling, virginity loss.

✮⋆˙w/c : 3.5k

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 around— pollen thick enough in the air to taste it, windows thrown open to let in warm breezes, and instincts tugging restlessly at every hybrid’s bones. for most, it was a season of routine need. but for some, like toji fushiguro, it was something else entirely.

he’d 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 wouldn’t know how to stop.

so he didn’t.

he ignored his heat cycles. bit back on the hunger aching in his bones and isolated himself when his rut came knocking. didn’t even entertain the thought of a mate. not seriously.

until you.

you weren’t subtle, and he didn’t 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 that—to him—felt like you saw everything. you weren’t 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.

“i heard wolves like to chase.” was the first thing you’d 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. you’d 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.

you’d 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, you’d ride out the edge yourself or take whoever you trusted at the time, but it was never serious.

until you offered him.

“you can take me, you know.” You’d said it casually one night, curled on his couch in just a tank top and shorts, ears twitching like you were reading his pulse. “you keep looking at me like you’re aching for something. you’d be good at it.”

toji stiffened when he heard the words. everywhere. it wasn’t like you hadn’t touched before. You’d jerked him off with soft, confident hands, sweet words reaching his ears—but mating? real mating?

toji fushiguro was confident in most things about himself. his restraint with you wasn’t one of them.

he didn’t 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 “fuck off, bunny”. and you just grinned. you hadn’t 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 close— real close

and you were lounging on his couch like you belonged there.

“you’re scenting up my whole apartment,” he muttered from the doorway, voice low and dangerous, like he hadn’t 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 weren’t aggressive by nature, but they were enticing—prey luring predators in with softness and heat.

“mm. you’re the one who said i could stay tonight,” you murmured, toying with the fur of your own ear. “besides, it’s not like i’m in heat yet. but you…” your eyes flicked to him, the gold of them glowing faintly in the dim light. “you’re close, yea?”

toji swallowed hard, his body going taut as rope.

“can smell it on ‘ya, y’know.” 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. “you’re holding back. why?”

he didn’t know how to answer that. not truthfully.

not without admitting that for all his brute strength, for all the blood he’d spilled in the underground fights and the girls who’d thrown themselves at him, he was inexperienced in the one thing that mattered right now.

because mating wasn’t about fucking. not with hybrids like him.

it was about instincts. about giving in and surrendering.

and that… that was something he really didn’t 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. “you know I’d let you— want to let you. but I need you to stop pretending like you’re gonna hurt me if you lose control.”

his jaw flexed.

“i can hurt you,” he said lowly. “you don’t know what it’s like when i—”

“i do,” you cut in gently. “i’ve been through like three heats with guys nearly twice my size— who didn’t even have half the self-control you do. and i’m still here. aren’t i? still waiting... still moaning your name when i touch myself.”

toji growled low under his breath, eyes flashing.

you smiled, fangs showing. “and besides… you wouldn’t hurt me. you’re sweet.”

he stared at you like you’d just cursed him.

“i’m not sweet.”

“no?” 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. “c’mere, wolf. you can’t keep circling forever.”

toji didn’t move. couldn’t. his body was fighting itself, instinct screaming to take, to mount, to mark, while his mind still clung to the rusted bars of restraint.

“i don’t know if i can do it,” he admitted finally, rough and hoarse. “not the way you deserve.”

your voice dropped—soft, serious. “then let me teach you.”

and that? that was the moment toji realized he was completely, utterly fucked. not because he was going to give in— 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 hadn’t 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 scent— making him dizzier by the second.

“c’mere” 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.

toji’s eyes dropped there automatically. and he let out a breath that sounded more like a choked whine.

“fuck” 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 couldn’t 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 other— but he wasn’t 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.

“take it off” 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.

“you’re fuckin’ dangerous”

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.

“didn’t— mmf, say you could stop”.

you grinned and tangled one of your hands in hair at the nape of his neck to yank his head back.

“i’m the one teaching you, remember? be a good little wolf and play along, yea?” you grinned as you started to trail your lips down his neck.

that was until he snarled— 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,

“you ever gone down on someone before?” your voice was sweet, almost as sweet as the smell of your slick.

“no one i cared to” he muttered, his soft ears flicking with something almost like shame.

“good”

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.

“start slow” you murmured, running your fingers through his dark hair. “just taste me.”

he obeyed.

his warm tongue dragged a warm, experimental stripe from your cunt up to your clit. and your breath caught. he didn’t waste time to see your reaction— he could hear it almost instantly.

your hips rutted against him on instinct, “just like that” 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.

“sensitive?” 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, “tastes so fuckin’ good— fuck, why does it taste so good?”.

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. “you’re doing so well, baby.”

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, “keep— fuuuck, keep doing that..!”

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 didn’t care— didn’t even flinch. if anything, it egged him on to go faster. fingers repeatedly bullying that soft spongy spot at the back of your cunt.

“oh my god— toji! toji!!” you threw your head back at the blinding pleasure, “doing so— so fucking good, please!!”

you could feel him grinding into the couch cushions, humping it without even thinking, just needing to feel some friction on his aching cock.

“such a good pup” you whined, breath hitching, “so fuckin’ starved, yea?”

he whined.

actually whined.

“not gonna stop— bunny, can’t— not until you soak my face”.

“then don’t” you gasped, tugging at his hair and making him whine again, “don’t.”

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 couch— 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 he’d 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 he’d been grinding against the sheets earlier. the rut was clearly in full swing now. his skin was hot and sweaty, lips swollen and red.

“please” he rasped. his voice was deeper, thicker with need like it had been dragged through gravel. “need— fuck, i need you so bad bunny”

you blinked up at him, still a little dazed, “yeah pup? what do you need?” sitting back up to crawl back into his lap, he looked at you like he wanted to cry.

“need you.”

it came out like a whimper.

“need me to what, toji?” you toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. “i don’t know what you want?”

“don’t—fuck, don’t do that to me. bun, don’t make me beg” he pleaded.

“i really don’t know what you’re talking about, baby” you punctuated the pet name with a roll of your hips. making him hiss.

“christ— i need you, baby, need to sink my cock in your cunt— need you to milk me dry bun. wan’ breed you”

you grinned, “that wasn’t so hard now was it?” before pulling back slightly to yank your top off, he uses this to quickly tug his sweats off too— 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.

“pleasepleaseplease— bunny, don’t to this t’ me” his hands flew to your hips, gripping tight. not to control but to anchor himself. “can’t take it— please ride me- just want you so bad bunny— wanna cum in you, need to— need to so fuckin’ bad”

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.

“you want me to fuck you, baby?” you whispered into his twitching ears, dragging your cunt over the length of his cock, “ want your bunny to ride you until she’s bred and ruined?”

he howled. there was no other word for it. a guttural, animal sound ripped from his chest as you angled him just right— 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 wasn’t used to this, not just the sensation, he wasn’t used to feeling like this. this needed. this overwhelmed.

“ba— bunny” he gasped, gripping your hips so hard it bordered on bruising. “s’too much, i- fuck”

“shh” you cooed, bottoming out and grinding your hips in a slow and devastating circle. “you’re 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.

“gonna cum—“ he moaned, cheeks flushed red. “i’m gonna— fuck— i just got in, and i’m already gonna—“

you shushed him again, fingers wiping the sweat damp hair from his forehead as you rode him.

you started slow— grinding, not bouncing— 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.

“oh, poor pup” you cooed, “you’re already knotting?”

he whined. guttural. raw. embarrassed.

“fuck— bun. i didn’t mean to— its never happened this fast— fuck—“

and you couldn’t help yourself— 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 go— 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.

“too much” he gasped, drooling on your neck. “bunny, please. s’too much, i can’t— can’t stop cumming—!”

your nails scraped up his back.

“that’s what you wanted, right? wanted to breed me? fill me up? you asked for this,”

“i know” he moaned, trembling. “i needed it—fuck— it feels s’fucking good—“

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.

“fuck,” he mumbled hoarsely, voice ragged against your neck, “i just… shit..”

you cupped his jaw gently, guiding him to look up at you. “you did so good”

his eyes fluttered shut like the praise broke him.

“but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a while” you grinned and looked down to where his knot was still stuck inside you. he groaned, collapsing back against the couch.

“not as much of a big bad wolf as you thought, huh?”

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