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my participation for @toji-bunny-girl kinktober!

happy halloween!

pairing: vampire!todoroki shoto x reader

words: 6.2k

summary: it's halloween, and someone's costume is more than cheap fabric bought at spirit halloween. they embody the character completely that you can't tell between fiction or reality. what exactly is shoto todoroki?

warnings: BLOOD KINK, virgin!female reader, sub!reader, frat party, alcohol usage, mentions of death, biting, cunnilingus, protected sex, mild dumbification, slight dub/con at the end but unrelated to sex, explicit language

“You’re telling me that you don’t even think about it? I mean, how?!”

You’re sitting like a child, knees pulled up to your chest, as Mina looks at you incredulously.

“I mean, of course I do! I just don’t know who I’d even do it with, you know?” your teeth worry your lip, tugging the flesh and biting at the skin.

Mina sighs and grabs your Squishmallow; she’s at a loss for words and desperately wants you to get out of your shell, “well, you can’t be a virgin forever! Okay, wait, what if you told me who you wouldn’t mind doing it with! You know, like if they asked, it’d automatically be a yes!”

He pops into your head because, of course, he does. Shoto Todoroki. You were a college student, for god’s sake. I mean, you were taking biochem! Stuff like that didn’t matter, and you’d hardly ever even spoken to Todoroki enough to imply a romantic attraction.

But everything about him was alluring. It pisses you off that he makes your heart stutter in your chest and press your thighs together all ’cause of those piercing eyes.

He was hot, and maybe you had a crush on him.

“Wait! Don’t tell me, I know! It’s Todoroki, isn’t it?”

“Wha—no! No, why would you think that? I mean, we barely even talk,” the words come out jumbled and frantic; your secret was out to who knows how many people? It wasn’t like that, you swore to Mina, but she’d already crossed her arms and grinned devilishly, “Mina, you can’t tell anyone!”

“I’m not! Of course not, but I knew you felt something for him. I bet he made you think of love, of those strong muscles under his shirt, of his cock—“

“You are seriously so gross!!”

It felt so taboo, you’d touched yourself, of course, but you’d never even seen a guy’s dick in person unless you counted the shared baths you and Midoriya took as children.

And Todoroki’s dick… you’d heard stories. He didn’t get around too much, but the girls who were lucky to receive it claimed he was as good as Zeus. You’d never know. There was no way Todoroki might be into you, and false hope always led to disappointment.

“Nothing will probably even happen. I mean… guys don’t want virgin girls.”

“Maybe you should ask him yourself; you know he’s going to the Halloween party hosted by Sero’s frat. And if not Todoroki, I’m still betting on you and Midoriya!”

A flash of disgust makes you grimace. Midoriya was a nice childhood friend, but even just thinking of him romantically makes your stomach flip. Just no.

“Do you really think I should go? I have an invite.”

“I think you should! What’s the worst that could happen?”

Supposedly, a lot. None of it had even started at the actual party. It began with you eating after your stats class. A familiar voice, Midoriya, calls out to you, and you’re inclined to smile until you see who’s with him. Todoroki, covered head to toe in black and looking sluggish at best, was he sick? Why is he–or better yet, they coming over here?!

“You finished stats already?”

“Oh! Um, yeah! We got let out early, so….”

Midoriya nods in understanding before glancing over at Todoroki, “have you guys met before?”

You’re quick to nod in response, the urge to ramble wanting to spill out of you is a natural reaction, but a deep baritone voice cuts you off (you have to refrain from whimpering.)

“We have. You’re a biochem major, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I am, and you’re doing history, right?”

“Mhm. With a focus on ancient mythology, have you heard of it?”

“I don’t know too much, really! It sounds cool!”

“...Maybe I can teach you sometime.”

Your childhood friend nods eagerly, citing that Todoroki was an expert on ancient myths, “you’d think he’s lived it with the way he talks about it!”

Todoroki shrugs, and you clock that he seems to be done talking, but his eyes are piercing your body and soul. It’s overwhelming, and it’s attractive.

Midoriya checks the time and rubs your shoulder affectionately at his disappointment of having to leave, and Todoroki nods politely until they’re both crossing the grass together. You still feel out of it, like none of this even happened because… what exactly did he mean?”

“‘Maybe I can teach you sometime?!’ He wants to fuck!”

“Oh my god, maybe he’s just being polite. It’s not my expertise, really,” you sigh and sip your iced coffee, “I mean, you don’t think…?”

“He’s gonna teach you how to suck his dick. I’m sure of it!”

Your coffee spills out your mouth, and you roll your eyes, “again! I’ve seen porn; I know what to do, Mina.”

“Then prove it,” and she’s turning herself around with her bright pink hair and holding her hand out, “if you actually get it on with Todoroki on Friday, I’ll do your laundry for the next month.”

A game with no losers, “and if I get cold feet… I get to do yours?”

“Yup! For your sake, I’m actually looking forward to doing your laundry if it means you’re going out of your comfort zone! This is huge for you! I’m excited even; we’ll go to the party together,” a true friend, she shakes your hand and pecks your cheek, “and tell me how big it is when you see it, I need to prove Jirou wrong.”

The two of you giggle like schoolgirls, but the challenge weighs in your mind as you take notes or wash your face. It follows you like a cloud over your head. Was this going to even be possible?

Would Todoroki even want you on Friday night? What if he’s kissing some other girl?

“Just don’t overthink it! I think the cat costume is cute; it’s a Halloween party! I mean, do you think the Alien Queen costume is weird?”

“What?! No, you were made to be an Alien Queen!”

You playfully slap her on the bottom and grin, “I think everyone else is gonna like it too.”

“Says you! The way your hips sway, and the tail? I’ll just keep you to myself; no Todoroki for you!”

Smiling, you take her into your arms and sway in a hug together, “I’m nervous, but I’m gonna do it. I didn’t take those two shots for nothing!”

She gently nods and grips your hands, smiling so sweetly at you that you’re sure you could fall in love with her. Maybe in another universe, “ready to go?”

With a resounding “yup,” the door slams, and you’re shivering in the cold as you make your way to Sero’s frat. Tau Phi Delta is known for its surplus of alcohol, and, well, Todoroki always goes there. Apparently, it’s something due to the lights, and you’re keenly aware once the two of you walk in that there are hardly any lights.

But you see him in the corner chatting, drink in his hand, and face relaxed. His cape flutters before falling back on his shoulders, and you think you should go and say hi, but then Kaminari appears. By the time you look back again, he’s gone.

“Are you having a good time? You look really pretty!”

Kaminari’s swaying into your arms, and you’re quick to lean him against the wall when you hear the swish of alcohol dropping onto the floor, “really? Thank you! I am having a good time!”

“Yeah, I always thought you were hot but never said anything! I thought you were with Midoriya….”

Your heart twinges, but you’re happy to have seen him and Uraraka disappear off somewhere. Maybe this would finally dispel the rumors! Then, you’re daring to be bold, and the words are tumbling out before you can even think to say anything.

“I’m actually looking for someone else tonight!”

‘Wha? Who?! Me?!”

“No! No, I’m looking for Todoroki. Have you seen him?”

“Todoroki?! What? You can’t date Todoroki! Or, or have sex with him,” he looks around frantically before leaning over, “don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

Kaminari’s soft lips move, but then a hand is on your shoulder. You think of your friend, but suddenly Todoroki seems so much taller and broader that you feel like a newborn fawn under his gaze. Kaminari straightens up, and your instinct makes you feel like a bunny running from a wolf because something isn’t right!

“I have never seen you so drunk, Kaminari,” Todoroki glances down at you before running his thumb over the curve of your shoulder, “I think Sero needs some help with the kegs.”

Kaminari stares dumbly before nodding, “yeah, yeah. I’ll go do that!”

You look back at Todoroki before taking a shaky step back. Why did it feel so cold? Why were his hands so cold?...

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid of vampires?”

His eyes shine a gold ring before he blinks it away. You’re dumbfounded and shaking your head, “I like vampires.”

A relaxed, sexy grin grows on his face as he leans over even more to pronounce the height and size he has over you. He simply breathes you in. You smell so good that he feels his fingers twitch with the urge to grab you and slice open your tender flesh to taste your sweet nectar.

“I’d hope so. You were looking for me?”

You’re not sure what it is. Maybe your pre-gaming had taken you down the wrong path because while something inside you stroked the heat of fear growing, it also stroked the fire of arousal that was swirling within your tummy.

Has Todoroki always looked so enchanting? Had he always had such a yellow glow to his eyes? When you first bumped into him, he looked so dead. The dull, pale skin highlighted the scar that turned his smooth skin into a land of rugged wrinkles and tenderness. Mina’s voice echoes in your head and yells at you to kiss him or take his hand in yours and guide him upstairs.

“Do you wanna dance?”

He seems to mull it over, eyes raking the crowd before settling on you with an eerily calm look, “alright. Let me get another drink first. Do you want one too?”

His hand comes to cup your cheek, and your head tilts too quickly because your shirt is exposing more of the curve of your jaw and the pulse point Todoroki knows is there. You were so soft, so malleable, and you smelled so fucking good. He was drunk on your smell, the way he knew that you were soaking your panties all because he turned you into the submissive girl you are. The girl you’ve always been, the one no one had bothered to show you that you had in you.

He wanted to ruin you and felt the soft tendrils of arousal swirling when you breathily breathed out that you wanted another drink. If he tried hard enough, he could imagine himself pushing the fat mushroom head of his cock into your tight hole and imagining the whispers of “Shoto” echoing around him.

Then, he’s leaving; if he stood there any longer with your throat bared to him like that… he’s not sure what could happen. You were intoxicating; he had to get out of there. You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, riding off the high that he’d triggered within you. His fingernails felt sharper, and the pressure that kept your head right in his palm made you want to cling to him and never let go.

“Drink some first, it’s too full, and you’ll spill it on the floor.”

You could only nod, taking your lips to the cup and sucking down the strawberry lemonade vodka mix (you were sure it was Kirishima’s idea, and it was a damn good one!) Soft lips encapsulated the cup’s rim, and you swear Todoroki’s eyes glossed over before he blinked back to reality.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” he sighs and pushes a stray hair from your face, “wanna see you work for it. You don’t wanna waste your drink, hm?”

It shouldn’t be sexual; it’s not sexual! But then you imagine yourself under Todoroki as he guides your hair into a ponytail so he can slip into your virgin throat and groan, “you’re so good. You know that; you’re so sweet for letting me fuck your throat.”

Maybe he’d call you precious. Maybe he’d take your lips into a feverish kiss as his canines graze the soft skin of your lip. Perhaps he’d tug it just to hear you whine and whimper because you know there’s no escape. He has you right where he wants you.

“I’ll do it for you,” you smile and finish with a gulp that leaves juice spilling down your chin and dripping onto your cleavage, “see?”

His eyes watch the liquid dribble down your chin and spill onto the softness of your breast; he can feel the tenderness in his gums as the urge to unhinge his jaw and BITE!

“Todoroki?”

“What?...”

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go dance?”

He’s rendered speechless, acutely aware of how his nails drawback; he almost did something unforgivable. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to dance with the hard-on sitting heavily in his dress pants, but every time you turned back to smile at him, he wanted to try for you.

It’s heady in the room blacked out by tarp and strobe lights. The smell of sweat is overwhelming, and Todoroki is thankful he hadn’t drunk too much because this environment makes him want to go into a fucking frenzy.

You make him want to destroy. To condemn the world he lives in because he’s not meant for it, not suited for it.

“I love this song!” you cry, alcohol flushing your face and making your lips pinker, eyes a bit brighter, and steps unstable.

Todoroki reminds himself to reel in his nerves. You’re not just some girl. After bumping into you various times, he found his heart beating out his base needs for thirst and hunger. He wanted to hear you talk about your major, to hold your hand in his, and to tell you that the rumors were true.

That this wasn’t a costume. That he… he’s not thinking clearly. Everything smells much sweeter, and you’re getting closer to him. He’s getting drunk, getting almost sick because it’s been so long, and you’re right there. Visions of you on top, creaming on his cock and mewling his name juxtaposed with the sight of you panting while he drank and DRANK!

You’re a virgin, too; he’d make it so sweet for you. It’s what you deserve. You’re not innocent, though, and he throws all caution to the wind when you grind up against him. It doesn’t matter if Midoriya gave him a weird look for mentioning that you were cute, not when he’s got a soft body to nestle his body into and feel against his skin.

Someone who can warm him from the inside out and doesn’t need to give him a drink to get drunk. You two stay like that, almost uncaring with how he’s grappling for purchase against your swaying hips and shamelessly bringing you back to rock against his present hardness.

“You make me feel so…” you’re panting as the next 2000s pop song begins to play, and Todoroki gets even closer, “I made a bet with Mina.”

What are you saying?

“Did you? What was it?”

“That…that we were gonna fuck. That, well, that I wanted too,” and you’re spinning in his grasp to wrap your arms around his shoulders. The boy just within your grasp grins.

“You could’ve just asked, darling.”

“Huh?”

Soft lips graze against your ear, “I’d fuck you anytime you want. When Midoriya said that you were his childhood friend, all I thought was fucking you senseless. No offense to him….”

His hand slides lower, and he can feel the panty line beneath your leather skirt. If everyone else wasn’t as occupied with their own men and women, you’re sure someone would’ve taken a picture.

You’re growing weak in the knees. You’d never thought about his full strength until he’s towering over you and bringing you closer as if you’re a feather he’s plucking.

“When I hear I shouldn’t have something, it makes me want it that much more,” and you two look into each other’s eyes.

Were his canines always that prominent? You barely have time to think about it because his lips are on yours, and it feels like euphoria bursting in your chest like fireworks.

It’s juvenile, teeth clashing against each other and gripping bodies like it’s a lifeline. Todoroki’s lips travel from your swollen lips before traveling down your neck, a shudder echoing in your bones as it grazes where your main artery is. You don’t even see how Todoroki’s eyes glisten in gold and how his jaw opens.

You’ll be eaten alive, and you don’t even know it.

“Todoroki!!”

He’s ripped from your grasp. You don’t know what’s happened, but Midoriya is dragging Todoroki out by the arm, and you’re following.

“Midoriya, stop! What are you doing?!”

You’re stumbling up the stairs, and everyone’s looking at you with such… you don’t even know, but tears are springing to your eyes before you can comprehend. The door is slammed in front of you, and Midoriya shouts that he’ll be out in a minute. Lip wobbly and eyes fat with tears, you rub your arm to self-soothe. Why would he do that? Is something wrong with you?

You don’t even know how long you stand there, waiting for whatever this bullshit conversation is to end. Then, the door opens, and Midoriya rushes to hug you, “are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“Why would he do that?! I’m fine. You’re the one that ruined…!”

Todoroki clears his throat before you two can ruin your friendship. It’s his fault, and he tilts his head.

“I need to talk to you about something,” his eyes flicker to Midoriya’s before back to yours, “he just needed to remind me of something.”

“I’ll be around,” you’ve never seen your friend look so serious. He pulls out his phone, and you give him one last look before walking into the room.

Your heart beats rabbit fast. There’s something different about how Todoroki presents himself now. He looks so… manly. Tall and broad, and his features are sharper. Even his eyes look predatory, like a wolf.

“You know what Midoriya told me?”

He circles you like an animal, “he said I shouldn’t go for you because you’re too innocent. I don’t believe him.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I could smell your dripping cunt ever since we locked eyes,” and he’s bending over with a grin, “I’m saying I don’t care.”

Your noses just barely touch, and there’s a magnetic pull wanting you to be enveloped in him. To burrow into his arms and let him deflower you.

“I know you’re a virgin. I know you want to fuck me. I’m okay with that, but I need you to do something for me.”

You’re nodding, and he motions to your wrist. You feel a bit anxious, yet you’re scooting closer and entranced with the smoothness of his movements. He’s Otherworldly.

All you feel is a pinching pain that makes your toes curl. It makes you squeeze your legs together, and your mouth is dropped in shock because Todoroki is holding your wrist in his mouth, and it’s just red. A hot tongue laves across the puncture mark, and Todoroki downright moans, “you taste so fucking good. The best I’ve had, fuck.”

“Todo—“

“Call me Shoto,” and his head lifts from your wrist, and the blood drips down his chin onto his dress pants, “do you understand now?”

He shifts closer, to the point you’re almost shrinking down to accommodate for his growing presence. Not physically, no, he could dominate you with a mere look.

“You’re… you’re a vampire?”

“And I want you,” he suckles at your wrist once more before leaning back in, “let me taste you, and I’ll fuck you till you faint.”

You shouldn’t let your emotions get ahead of you, but they do. Lips crash into each other, and you think Midoriya is an absolute idiot.

You weren’t innocent. You were desperate to be eaten up. Shoto wanted to make you a victim, and you’re not sure if it’s the ambrosia laced into his tongue, teeth, and lips, but it doesn’t seem so bad for some reason.

“Bite me,” and he’s grinning into the kiss, hands grabbing your sides to bring you on top of him.

It worked out perfectly for the both of you, and you think Shoto might be even more attractive with those flecks of gold in his eyes. Soft, pillowy thighs are seated on top of him, and it’s a treat to see the vampire so flushed with tinged red fangs, “want more.”

Laughing, you hold your wrist above his mouth, and he looks like a dog begging for a bone.

“I never took you to be so submissive,” you mumble, delicate fingers dipping under his dress shirt to feel skin glazed with sweat that you know holds so much power, “everyone said you were this big, strong, quiet guy, but….”

“Enough. Give me a taste,” he huffs, and you’re quick to move your wrist away, “really? Do you want to play this game?”

Pretending to mull it over, you sigh as your clothed clit rubs against the apparent bulge, desperate to be free from his confines, “I don’t know… shouldn’t someone who wants me so bad be a bit nicer? Maybe even beg?”

You don’t even know what’s happened, the wind cracks your hair, and you’re swiftly pinned under him with your legs folded up. He’d be breeding you if he was fucking you, sticky balls squished against your ass as he squeezed your neck just to make your eyelids flutter; he wanted you to go dumb.

“I never beg. If I want something, I take it,” and then he’s piercing your soft flesh again and letting the beads of red drip down the curve of your arm, “now, are you going to be good for me now?”

The breaths come out shaky as you nod, “mhm. ‘M sorry.”

Lips dance on the tip of your nose before passing by and pressing themselves against your own lip gloss leaving just a hint of its sticky residue on his lips that he’s eager to lick off, “you’re okay. You just need to listen to me. I’ll make you feel good. It’s what you want, right?”

The tables have turned immensely with the way he grinds his dick into your heat, a whine coming out as you needily beg for him to actually get going. Sitting back on his heels, his grand cape is shed, and you can see how his muscles flex and stretch under the white button-up. His sweat comes through the shirt, bits, and pieces of it sticking to his skin that you can even see a flash of his nipples poking through.

It’s incredible. It’s a sight you’re sure that porn could never even compete with. The hardness in his pants and nimble fingers (with added sharp fingernails) unbutton every button with a quickness that only someone desperate would have. The moonlight through the windows makes you drip in your panties, only breaking contact to reach for your distressed top until a hand pulls your arms away.

“Wait, I want to slowly take you apart,” he says calmly, like he isn’t making your hips buck with every word, “just let me take care of you, don’t rush.”

A white dress shirt slips off and lands in a crumpled pile at the edge of the bed, and then Shoto is encouraging you to shift up, and he’s taking your shirt off himself. He’s slow, liking the mini strip tease you give him by wiggling and extending your limbs like there’s a camera on you. It’s beautiful, the cleavage that stuffs your bra along with your mildly embarrassed face that looks everywhere but him.

He can’t have that, and a sharp nail traces your mandible before gripping your cheeks in the way that your lips puff out, “I want you to look at me, hm?”

Shoto doesn’t even ask if you can do that if you’re capable because he knows you’ll listen. You’re so weak, a fragile human; there’s no way you wouldn’t listen, knowing he has the power to drain you of your life force. He never would (you’re too cute), but he could, leading you both to lock your eyes as he pulls away your bra.

“You have such pretty tits, all soft and puffy nipples,” he almost gets lost in your chest, fingers tweaking soft skin that makes your back arch, “wanna suck on them.”

Your hands thread into his hair, whining a “yes” as a warm mouth encapsulates your tit, sucking and tongue laving over the sensitive skin. It feels incredible, and it’s not surprising that so many raved about Shoto’s mouth, hands, or cock; he knows what he’s doing. Sharp teeth give the tease of danger as you feel the tip of it drag across your breasts, and while you know you should feel fear… you just feel the slick pooling in your thighs.

He takes a breath, spreading the shine down the middle of your chest, “you’re so weak.”

“What?”

“I said…” he pauses, mulling over his next course of action before he rips your panties clean off with a single finger, “you’re so weak. I could snap you like I snapped those pretty panties, but I won’t.”

You’re rising to your elbows, about to say something, until you feel a hot tongue licking between your thighs, spreading your pussy open like a starving man devouring you.

“Shoto! W-Wait! I wasn’t…!”

He’s relentless, lips pursing around your clit and sucking. Your warbled moans are shrieky and high, and you know someone is passing by the room with mischievous glances as you cry out his name like you’re in prayer.

Shoto works his tongue through your folds, groaning because you taste so fucking good, and he’s borderline inhaling your scent. He’s high off it. Just like the warmth of your blood, his hands pull you by your ass closer, so he can suck every ounce of liquid gold out of you till you’re creaming on his tongue like the good girl you are.

Retracting his nails, his eyes are on you as he slides in a long slender finger. Your walls desperately contract around him, and he growls when your hips begin to cant away from him like you want to run away; you can’t.

“Don’t move; look at me.”

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad! Please, please, please,” you lock eyes with him and nearly throb at the way the orbs are shining, and your wetness is spread across his face like you threw a water balloon at him. He’s glistening, and it’s all because you get horny over fucking vampires, “lemme cum on your face, want, wanna….”

Suckling your clit and petting your walls, he can only imagine how you’ll feel when he spears you on his cock and makes you shudder because he’s so deep; he wants to be practically in your stomach. Then, you’re tightening dangerously around him, “gonna cum! Gonna, wait, it’s…!”

For a moment, you feel nothing. A euphoric feeling starts low in your tummy till you’re bucking and wailing; Shoto can’t help but admire you in this state (knowing that he was the only one who’s made you squirt before) as you writhe on the bed. You’re nearly brought to tears, hole gushing and leaking, while he just cleans you up as if it’s no big deal. Shoto acts as if he hadn’t just made you see stars on his fingers, and you hardly feel like you can breathe as he works you down.

A hand taps your cheek as your eyes flutter, “still with me? I want a thank you,” and you tilt your head to the side wordlessly. An eye for an eye and the piercing feeling gives you aftershocks as your head soars into the clouds.

He’s grinding into you, cradling your head and lapping at the blood that’s beginning to nearly stream down onto the soft pillows. A monstrous growl rumbles in his chest because–fuck, he could cum like this. He suckles a minute more before rushing to undo his belt buckle and free himself from the confines of precum-soaked boxers.

“Condom…?”

Laughter comes out of both of you. You were nearly drained of all living thoughts, yet you’re still coherent enough to spread your legs and remind him you don’t want a baby. Shoto feels a warmth in his chest, and a voice in his brain tells him he should take you out on a date sometime.

Maybe later, right now, he just wants to stuff his cock in you and carve your insides to fit him and only him. Virgins were his favorite. You sit up, soft hands taking his cock into your hold, and you gaze at it in a sort of wonder, “it’s, um….”

“Go on,” he sighs, watching your wrists flick slowly before you dribble a glob of spit onto his angry, fat head. It mixes with his precum, and he shudders when your thumb massages the mixture into the slit that was steadily leaking, “fuck….”

It’s incredible knowing you can make someone feel so good with a couple strokes of your hand, but Shoto’s eyes are closed, and his mouth is open to breathe. You can see his fangs stained with red piercing through his gums. Working him up, you try to remember everything you’ve heard and learned by focusing on the tip with a gentle hold; you don’t want to hurt him!

A thought worms its way into your head, and you wonder if taking the tip into your mouth would be so bad. You’d never tried it before, and you have half a mind to cover the tips of your teeth before sucking on the flesh. It’s heavy and warm in your mouth that it’s almost overwhelming. Seeing him jump and groan, strong fingers flexing against the urge to push you farther down and fuck into your throat, is worth it.

“Your mouth is so wet and warm, fuck. I’d love to fuck this throat, but…I wanna feel myself deep in your insides.”

His hands tear you away from his cock, a string of spit connecting you two as he rips a condom wrapper to shreds. Shoto eyes you and the condom before taking your hand, “help me put it on.”

It feels oddly intimate, his hand dwarfing yours as the two of you work to roll it on, small “haahs” puffing out of him every time you brush against the vein that runs up the side of his cock. It’s sticky, and you feel a bit anxious knowing that he was actually about to do it now.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not!”

Eyes that say more than words flick up to you as he positions himself over top of you, cock laying on your clit, and you nearly hiccup when he thrusts between your folds to lube himself up.

“You think vampires can’t tell what you’re feeling? You reek of anxiety and of arousal. This pretty pussy wants me, but this,” a sharp finger taps your temple, “is telling you to run away. Do you know why?”

“W-Why?”

“Because I’m a monster.”

In one fell swoop, he’s bullying his cock into your tight hole and puncturing your wrist simultaneously. You’ve got the voice of an angel, eyes rolling back as your back arches as if you want to lift up from the bed. His hips are flush with yours, and he can hardly refrain from pounding into you with the way your gummy walls are nearly choking his cock; it makes him sputter for breath, and blood trails down your arm from his carelessness.

“So big, Sho…!” eyelashes flutter against your cheek, euphoria sailing through your bones as he rocks back into you with a pap.

“I know, I know. You’re doing so well, squeezing me so fucking tight, and I can barely move. You’re the best, my favorite girl.”

Apparently, your neediness goes far beyond wanting to be fucked, because being his favorite elicits a clench, and he can see the cream building a white ring around his base. He feels like he hasn’t even started yet, and he’s already ruining you.

“No one’s gonna fuck you like I can,” and there’s more slapping as he begins to get lost in the clenching and the squelching, “you were made to be fucked by me. Midoriya was a fucking idiot. I wanted you the moment I saw you.”

“’S a perfect first time. Love the way you fill me; you’re stretching me!” it’s almost pathetic, drool spilling past the side of your lips as he rocks his hips into you with the power only a superhuman could possess, “I like it, love it!!”

Every sin he’s committed, everyone he’s drained… if it all led up to being in your tight pussy he’d do it again and again and again.

“Gonna drain my balls, you’re gonna make me cum so hard. Fuck, lift your legs higher.”

He has to help you, brain addled with the haze of sex and body compensating from the loss of blood that’s steadily dripping onto the sheets. Ankles are placed onto his shoulders, and he’s folding you in half like you’re a toy. You are his own personal fucktoy that he knows he has to keep.

You’re rendered helpless, tears building in your eyes as it feels like he’s working his way into his stomach. In an echo chamber of your soaked pussy, you feel the coils stretching every time the hair just above his base smashes into your clit. You’re sure you’re shining from sweat and slick as he ruins you for anyone in the unforeseeable future.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“I can feel it, god. I can practically hear it. Make a mess on this cock, baby,” he leans impossibly further, and he’s hitting a spot that sends liquid warmth coursing through your body, “cream all over me. Listen to it all; listen to how good I’m making your first time. It’s good, right?”

“So goo’! So so,” you’re almost there, pussy gaping to accommodate Shoto. Your cock-drunk brain almost wishes he wore no condom so he could actually fill you up.

You’re so much better than he imagined. Every time he fisted his cock in the shower or thought of you under him, he’d never expected it to be so fucking fantastic. He’s losing himself, and the same feeling he had under the strobe lights strikes him. He’s not thinking right, and he knows this when he shifts you just a bit to see your head loll to the side and expose his favorite part of your body.

Like a whirlpool, he leans closer and pounds into you harder with an impossibly fast pace that you barely have enough time to announce how you’re “cumming! Can’t, it’s too much! Cu-umming!”

It leaves you breathless, a pinch, and then a burst of pleasure that escalates from pleasure to euphoria to fucking ecstasy. There’s a gush from your pussy, and Shoto’s eyes are glowing gold with how he fucks into you, clasping walls and letting him dump his load into his condom and fill it to the brim. He’s still drinking, and you’re tasty from head to toe. Every part of you is good, and he doesn’t even realize your breath is slowing down to slow puffs as he pulls back his thrusts.

“Shoto… Sho’...”

You could die, you might die. He only pulls away when there’s black spots in your vision, softening cock slipping out of you as he brings his own wrist to his mouth, dark, nearly black blood oozing out.

“You’ll be okay.”

He wasn’t tired at all like he’d hardly cum within an inch of his life or sucked you within an inch of yours. The dark blood fills your mouth, and you can’t do anything but swallow, the high slowly coming down as he grips your hand.

He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to kill you. There was no choice. You barely register the banging on the door from outside because it’s so absolutely delicious that you can’t stop drinking and DRINKING! It’s euphoric. It’s so good that you don’t realize the black spots are fading away, and blood is spilling past your chin onto your tits when Shoto rips his hand away from you.

A mild horror fills you when he smiles, mouth coated red and tasting of iron as he brings you to his lips. A horrible pain in your gums washes away when he gropes your waist. What just happened? With a gasp, you’re pulling out and looking up at him. A feeling of dread washes over you as he traces the skin under your eyes, smearing a bright red like a battle scar underneath it.

He is a monster.

“Did you always have gold eyes?”

And so are you.

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