vampire!choso x black fem!reader | mdni +18 | plot > porn, p in v, cunnilingus (fem!rec), v fingering, fem!masturbation | cw: blood, puncture wounds, attempted suicide | wc: 8000’s
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Japan in the 19th century is a busy time. Your family lives on the outskirts of the developing city, tokyo. Your father works in a big factory within the city — or he did. He's ill and can’t work. infact, work is killing him.
Your mother says countless times that those big machines aren’t safe and all the smoke isn’t safe, now your father is living proof of that. As a girl, all you can do is nurse him into getting better while your brothers have taken his place and are trying to fill the gaps of income.
When your father is sleeping and your mother is busy ironing his uniform, you leave the house with a basket in your hand and your father’s coat on your person. You’re going to take the afternoon to look for medicinal herbs in the Hinohara forest. You’ll be back before sunset and you’ll make your father a tea to drink with the herbs and he’ll be back to normal in no time.
Being dark-skinned means no healthcare is offered and it
also means anything you want you'll have to do on your own or do it ten times harder than the average Japanese person. So, that’s what you’re doing.
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Hours pass and your basket is barely half full and the sun is setting. This is bad, you can’t tell the tree in front of you to the one next to you. How will you get out? How will you get home? How will your father get better? Endless panicked thoughts plague your mind as you take turns that get shorter with each tree. Are you walking in circles? All these trees look the same. Was that rock always there? Didn’t you trip over it a few steps ago? Was that mansion in the distance always there?
Hope fills your veins and courses through your bloodstream as you walk toward the building. Maybe it’s someone who knows the way out or someone who can help your father. they must be wealthy. Hopefully, they’re kind and will be willing to help you.
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As you get to the front door of the house, you knock lightly then wait. No response. You knock once more, with more force this time. Again, no response.
You put your hand on the huge door and push, then it slides open slightly, just enough for your body to pass, you enter and look around before calling out, “Hello?” No response again, but the fireplace is lit so someone definitely resides here.
The further you step within the residence, the more you can see how beautiful it is. even the fire is beautiful. You walk into the space with the fireplace opting to warm up.
“Who are you?” A male voice speaks behind you and you turn your head to look where it’s coming from. You stand, frozen in shock. It's a young man, his skin is pale and he’s tall, his shoulders are broad and his hair is put up in the strangest way. “I will not be repeating myself.”
“I apologise for the intrusion, my name is (y/n). I stumbled upon your home in search of medicinal herbs to heal my father.” The man stares at you, as if he’s unable to discern if there are lies in your reason for entry. “The sun has set, and there are no medicinal herbs here, (y/n).” It's past curfew and the beasts of the night are coming out around now. How will you get home?
The man narrows his eyes at you then softly exhales, “For a night, you may sleep here.” He turns his back to you and walks off toward the grand staircase. Realising you know no ways around the building, you follow behind him.
You follow him down a long hallway then he turns and opens a pair of doors, behind the doors is a bedchamber bigger than your house as a whole. “This is where you’ll be sleeping.” You bow your head appreciatively and enter, “Thank you so much, I am forever grateful and in your debt.” He silently turns and walks off, presumably to his bed chambers.
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The next morning you wake and leave quietly. The man sees you out and tells you the directions to leave. On your way toward your home, you can’t seem to shake off the feeling that you’re being watched but when you turn your head to check your surroundings you’re met with nothing but trees and maybe a lizard or bird.
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As months pass, sometimes you get that familiar feeling of being watched and a pull toward the Hinohara forest but you chalk it up to a nonsensical curiosity to explore the surroundings of that mansion and to find out more about the lonely man within the mansion.
Eventually, you ignore it and forget about it.
Four weeks pass and you meet a man, he courts you, you swoon and he sweeps you off your feet. Tonight he asks you to walk with him. Unfortunately you decline as you have to help your mother out but you agree to tomorrow night.
Between tonight and tomorrow night, he’s killed. It's reported on the newspaper and as you analyse the picture of the crime scene under the headline, in the crowd of people circling around the body you catch familiar eyes piercing straight through the camera as if he’s looking right at you.
An electric chill runs down your spine and goosebumps rise on your flesh.
Hinohara forest. The mansion. Never ending trees. crunchy leaves. Owls perched on trees that surveil your quick movements. The pale, nonchalant, strange haired man. He must know something.
You knock on the tall doors at the entrance to the distantly familiar mansion and they seemingly open on their own, inviting you in. “You’re back.” The man makes his way down the enormous staircase, staring straight at you. seemingly unblinking.
“Do you know what happened to him?” Out of breath and a little alarmed. As if you’re in danger but you don’t know what could be dangerous.
“Happened to who?” He's now standing a few feet away from you and staring right at you. “The man I love.” you take in a breath and stand to your fullest height, looking right back at him.
Your statement seems to irritate him in the slightest. “Why did you run all the way here to ask me about someone I have no idea about?” You’re stunned. Why did you? “I.. you were in the picture, I thought you’d know..”
Before you can process what you said he speaks again, as if rehearsed, “Did you ask everyone else in the picture?” Why did you come all this way? You shake your head and immediately realise how foolish this is. “I apologise. I'll make my way out.”
“Why not stay for tea? Do you like tea?”
“I shouldn't.” You turn to exit through the doors you came in through.
“You should. There have been reported sightings of wolves in this very forest,” you halt in your tracks, frozen in fear of being mauled by wolves, and he takes steps toward you until you hear his voice right above your head. “Cruel animals. They would stop at nothing to tear your pretty face apart.” Flashes of such a fate pass through your mind’s eye then you turn to face him.
“Jasmine.” As you look up at his face, he’s much taller up close. A curt nod and he turns, leaving you behind to wait on him.
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“Thank you for the tea.” You look at him from across the fireplace, realising you don’t know his name. As if he can read your mind, “Choso.” A name to the face, finally.
“It was my pleasure, (y/n).” He takes your cup from your hands and walks off with it. You stand from your seat and look out the nearest window, an owl is peering back into the window and straight at you.
“What do you see?” Your shoulders jump and your heart quickens. When did he get behind you? You turn to face him, placing a hand on your heart and exhale sharply. “You scared me half to death.” His eyes shift down to your hand over your thumping chest then back up to your face, “Sincerest apologies.” Dry of any regret, he ‘apologises’.
Suddenly feeling like you shouldn’t be where you are, you quickly create an excuse to leave him, “I should sleep. I'd like to be up bright and early when morning comes.”
“You haven’t eaten since you’ve arrived. I have supper prepared.” You stare at him and right on cue, your tummy grumbles as if speaking directly to him and stressing your apparent hunger. His eyes shift down to the source of the noise then at your slightly embarrassed face.
“I'll eat.”
“Wonderful. Follow me.” He turns and walks off, presumably to the kitchen and you follow suit.
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“I'll be off to bed. if you need anything, I’ll be at your aid.” He nods and walks up the staircase, walking up toward the left branch. You walk up the staircase and go right, to the room he gave you.
After you undress and open the closets, expecting them to be empty you find a few items of clothing. You pull a nightgown off its hanger and put it on then go to close the windows and you spot an owl perched on a tree, looking right back at you.
A chill runs down your spine as you realise that it could be the same owl that you’ve been spotting continuously. An owl that looks like it was meant to be grey but it’s mixed with other species. Its wings are a mix of grey, dark brown and a lighter brown.
You back away from the window and turn, hurrying out the door, down the hallway that doesn’t seem to end, across the staircase and down the left side’s never-ending hallway. You knock on every door, a little more panicked than you wanted, until you reach the last door at the end of the hall and you choose not to knock this time but to just open it.
As the door swings open and your body passes, your mouth opens to excuse yourself and apologise but the words die in your throat when you see choso, with a limp man in his arms and blood coating his lips and blood — the man’s blood — running down his own neck.
He's a vampire.
Your body is frozen in place as he stares right into your soul, heaving. The body in his arms drops with a loud and dull thud then he steps toward you and that’s when your legs start to work and they take steps backward until enough momentum is gained for the rest of your body to turn and face the other way and run down the hallway.
“(y/n)!” Your name booms from his mouth and bounces against the walls of the hallway and chases behind you as you run as fast as you can down the stairs and out the front door.
“(y/n)! wait!” Your legs move as fast as they can carry you, you don’t even know where you’re running to but you know it’s far away from him. You run and run, between the trees, above the roots, under the branches and not once do you look behind you or next to you. Instinct and fear make your choices for you until you hear extra speeding footsteps along with yours and inhumane noises, growls almost.
You turn your head to the left and you see two wolves running toward you, to the right of you there are presumably more wolves. Tears sting at your eyes as you realise you’re at the end of your life. You think of your mother, your father, your brothers, your late boyfriend, even the old woman at the bakery, you think of everyone.
From behind you, you see an orange light and you look to the sides of you in an attempt to look behind you and you can see the wolves hesitating to carry on their pursuit so you slow down your legs. What you weren’t prepared for was a wolf running over from a blind spot and jumping onto you, causing you to fall onto the ground.
An unfamiliar sound is ripped out from your throat. A scream you’ve never heard come out from your mouth before, you could swear it wasn’t you.
Choso turns and grabs the wolf, and whips his arm back, throwing the wolf in that direction. He then puts out the torch in his hand and looks down at you. Before you can speak, you notice you feel faint and opt to stay quiet and avoid eye contact.
He bends down and slides his hands and forearms under your body then lifts you up and holds you close to his chest. You put your head on his chest, something is off immediately. He has no heartbeat. You don’t comment on it, you choose to close your eyes and replay what just happened to you.
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You’re back in the mansion, up the stairs and to the right, into ‘your’ room and placed on ‘your’ bed. the owl. You physically cringe and look away from the window. He lifts his head from your spot on the bed and looks at the window, and remains still until you hear a rustling of leaves and the sound of heavy falling wings. “She’s gone.”
Your eyes move up to face him. How does he know the gender? He's a vampire, he probably knows everything. “You aren’t talking.” You curl into yourself a little, avoiding eye contact. He steps away from you and walks out the room.
The owl returns to the tree and this time you can feel its beady eyes on you. Probably a vampire owl if those even exist.
The bedroom feels larger and emptier than usual. As if you’re an imposter and unsafe, which you are. You start to weigh your options: sleep with a vampire or sleep alone in a vampire’s house. Both are unfavourable, but he was able to ward off the owl in the time that he was in the room with you.
You stand on your feet and slowly walk out the room, trying to stabilise yourself.
Your knuckles make a faint thudding against the large wooden door of his bedroom. Your heartbeat picks up as you wait outside his door. It finally opens and he’s standing on the other side, looking down at you.
“The owl returned..” Is all you’re able to muster out and he looks behind you, down the hall then down at you, “A nosy one, isn’t she?” He steps to the side, to allow you into his bedroom.
Warily, you look around and thankfully find no signs of a human or blood. It’s as if it never happened. Still, unspeaking you walk over to his bed and climb in, laying down and closing your eyes.
After a moment, you feel the bed sink behind you as Choso prepares himself for bed. You remain still but awake and hyperaware.
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Hours pass and your eyes are open and staring into the darkness, your body remains still but awake. You don’t know if choso is asleep or not as he hasn’t moved since he got into bed, you turn your head to look over at him.
In the darkness of the room he appears as dead but his eyes are open? As your body shifts to see better using the moonlight from the window across from you, his head moves to face you but the way it moved was strange. Like he had no control and that his head was too heavy for his neck support.
His eyes are glazed over and look a little lifeless, you inch closer to get a better look and you realise that his eyes aren’t brown and his hair isn’t so light.
Your blood runs cold. You’re sleeping next to a dead body, you scream but no sound comes out and tears fill your eyes as you attempt to scream and back out of the bed, falling off the edge and that’s when the body starts to speak, it repeats your name. “(y/n). (y/n). (y/n)!”
Your body jerks awake and you sit up, breathing heavily and your body trembling in fear. you look to your side and see choso, sitting up and you feel his hand on your back, you shake him off of you immediately.
“Are you okay? What happened?” You look at him, tears slipping down your cheeks as the events of your nightmare replay in your mind.
His words take a few seconds to register in your mind and when they do, your mouth feels dry and your brain can’t form the words quick enough to answer him. You just want to get out of here. “I.. take me home. Please?” He looks at you, unmoving and unsure on how to respond to you appropriately. “I can't.”
You nod, remembering It’s night time and you lay down with my eyes open. Too scared to go back to sleep. He lays down with you and looks at you, “I'll be here throughout the night and I'll keep you safe, you can relax.” You shake your head, he’s the reason you had that nightmare in the first place, and curl up more into yourself.
“Can I try something to help you?” You look at him, nervous. “I have to touch you for it, but I promise it will work.” You need this sleep if you want to leave as soon as you can, so you nod your head.
He reaches over your body and gently drags his fingertips all over your back in patterns and shapes, slowly relaxing your body and lulling you to sleep.
Your eyelids grow heavy and close before you can register it and before you know it, you’re asleep and choso stays awake to watch over you through the night — not that he sleeps anyway.
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You wake up to a lukewarm hard pillow and a wall against your body. confused, you open your eyes and are met with pale flesh. even more confused, you move backwards and blink twice and realise you were cuddled up against choso who is wide awake and staring blankly at you.
Visibly freaked out, you exclaim, “Why are you staring at me in my sleep?!” He blinks then sits up and simply speaks, “I was watching over you while you slept,” The events of the night before play through your mind and you sit up, he continues his previous statement, “like i said i would.” You nod in agreement, “I give you many thanks.”
“You should shower and change back if you want to get home before your family wakes.” Right. you’re meant to be home. You get up and walk out Choso’s bedroom.
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“Again, I am in your debt. thank you.” you bow your head before heading out the door. The cool of the night before slowly defrosts due to the sun above your head. As you walk through the forest, a familiar sound of large wings flapping makes it to your ears which causes you to stop in your tracks and look up.
The owl.
It looks down at you, It’s beady eyes peering into your soul. You look forward and choose to ignore it, continuing to advance until you hear its wings then a light rustling of leaves above your head. You look up again and see it’s moved to a closer tree.
Is it seriously following you?
You continue to walk, picking up the pace and so does the owl.
Eventually you start running, wanting to lose it but it starts to fly above you.
You make it out of the forest and run to your house, getting in and walking in your room, getting into bed and you turn to face the window.
The owl is perched on a tree nearby, staring at you inside your own home. Annoyed and frightened, you turn over and close your eyes.
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A week passes, the owl hasn’t left its spot at the tree since you left Choso’s mansion. only to eat and probably report to him what you’ve been doing.
Before leaving for the marketplace, you lay out some seeds on your window sill for the owl — feeling a little bad for the poor thing.
When you return that afternoon, the seeds are gone and the owl has moved a few branches closer. You put out more seeds and a bread slice then you sit on your bed to read. An hour passes before it flies down to your window and eats the food you’ve left it.
You get up from your spot on the bed and slowly approach the window sill, wanting to get a closer look and the bird doesn’t back away but instead it leans closer inquisitively.
You extend your hand, shaky and your palm a little wet from sweat, the bird holds out its foot then when it stands comfortably its other foot follows.
You, (y/n), have an owl on your hand.
You reach over to your window sill with your free hand to pick up some seeds and hold them out in front of the bird. you watch in awe as it eats from your hand.
The front door sounds, your mother is back. You place the owl back onto the window sill — It’s claws cut your skin open but you pay no mind to it and rinse off your hand in the kitchen then sit back down and lift your book.
From the corner of your eye, you watch the owl fly away — probably to catch bigger prey.
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Two nights later, you’re lighting an oil lamp and you grab a cloth from the kitchen, draping it over your forearm. You silently step out of your house and walk around to the back, toward the forest.
Your owl flies down to land on the cloth and the two of you venture into the woods — to the only familiar place you know within — Choso’s house.
You don’t know why you’re going, you don’t know what you’ll say when you get there, but you do know that there’s something calling you there.
Forgetting about the wolves, you hear snarling and approaching footsteps. Your owl flies off in the direction of the mansion and leaves you to run there with wolves behind and next to you.
It's like deja vu.
You spot your owl overhead and Choso is before you before you realise it. He lifts you up and wards off the wolves, running back to the mansion at a speed no human is capable of.
Once inside, he sets you down but he looks off. Ghastly, even. His eyes have a purple hue around them and he’s paler than before. When you step back to examine him he’s heaving and visibly exhausted.
“What's happening to you?” Concern written all over your voice. Why are you so worried? He's a vampire.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” He turns from you and walks toward the stairs, slower than you’re used to and you can kind of hear his feet hitting the ground as he takes a step.
You take his condition to your advantage and circle around him to stand in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I told you, It’s nothing.”
“It's definitely not ‘nothing’ you look sickly, Choso.” Your voice going soft and the concern growing.
“(y/n), it’s nothing!” His voice bounces off all the walls and strikes you deep within you. You step away from him, folding your arms over yourself. Instantly, his face and body language changes into a more remorseful and gentle one, “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to yell.”
“It's fine. you’re right, it’s nothing.” You put a wall up between the two of you.
“Yes.” He moves past you and continues onward to the stairs and down the left wing to his room.
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The next morning you wake to leave, but you go to say your goodbyes to Choso as you hadn’t seen nor spoken to him since the night before.
When you try to open, the door doesn't open. There is no lock mechanism but it’s jammed shut. You turn to walk off but something tells you to keep trying and so you do. You push and throw yourself against the door over and over until it opens wide enough for you to fit through.
The blood drains from your face when you see the state he’s in. His bed covers are stained in a dark, thick blood but he’s the only person in the room and his eyes are barely open but he’s breathing — albeit very slowly.
You rush to his aid and lift him up so he’s sitting and pull his overgarments off his body to examine his wounds. Large, deep, circular holes are settled within his stomach.
“Choso, what happened?” He’s unresponsive. You run all over, throwing things around in search of a needle. somehow, you find one then you rip the hem of his shirt and use the threading to close up his numerous deeper wounds.
You rush down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and running back upstairs and you drench his sleeve in the alcohol then clean off his smaller and open wounds then you rip your own shirt to create a bandage to wrap around his body. “What do you need? Are you hungry?”
He looks at you then nods a little. “What do you usually eat? what’s your favourite, I can make it for you.” His head falls back onto the bed, he looks defeated.
Opening your mouth to question him, it dawns on you. He's a vampire and obviously drinks blood as fuel. “Use me.” His head lifts in alarm and his eyes are wide.
You pull your shirt off and lean over to him, “Bite me, Choso. Drink from me. You need it." Since when have you started caring for vampires? He shakes his head and away. “No..” His voice is weak and scratchy, he needs to eat.
You reach behind his head and you push it closer to your neck. “Stop being so stubborn. Just drink.” You can hear a soft defeated exhale leave his nose and then, he bites you.
You close your eyes and let him. His tongue is on your neck, licking up the blood that’s dripping down from the puncture wounds. Your hot blood mixed with his cold tongue makes you bite your lip but to your dismay — you whimper anyway.
He wraps an arm around your wait, pulling you against him then stops drinking. You open your mouth to protest until you realise how lightheaded you actually feel. He pulls his teeth out your neck and he licks up the stream of blood that’s escaping from the wounds. Your head leans to the opposite side to give him more space and another soft whimper escapes.
You open your eyes and look at him. He lifts his face off your neck and looks at you. He already looks so much better.
His lips are coated in crimson. Your crimson. Something about that turns you on and without really thinking much, you close your eyes again and lean your head down to his and your lips touch and a soft whine passes from your lips.
Suddenly, birds start to chirp beside his bed?
Your eyes open and you’re in your own bed. In your own home. A little disappointed, and very horny.
You can’t go on about your day like this, is what you conclude, so you let your right hand slide underneath your nightdress and pull your undergarments down your thighs.
Your clit throbs in need so you put a finger on it, creating a slow circling motion and quickly you realise it isn’t enough so you put a second finger on and move both fingers at a faster pace.
A free hand held over your mouth to stop you from walking anyone else up.
Your fingers grow tired of circling, so you lift your knees and spread your legs to slide a finger into your slipper cunt. Your finger is circled to face upward and when the tip of your finger passes over a softer, squishier spot within your upper walls a muffled moan escapes.
You push in a second finger and spread your thighs further apart, closing your eyes and you slowly pump your finger in and out of your sopping cunt, making sure to press against that soft spot as many times as you can.
Your legs quiver and your back lifts off the bed a little. you let your imagination take over,
You wish it were Choso’s fingers in you, pleasing you, instead of yourself. His forever focused and observant eyes would figure out what you like and what you don’t as soon as he started.
You imagine Choso would use both hands to please you, he’d want you to feel as good as he can make you feel, your free hand lets go of your mouth and slides down to your second hand to rub at your twitching and throbbing clit, your mouth falls open but no sound escapes and your eyes roll back behind your shut eyelids. Your back lifts higher off the bed and your head leans back.
In your dream, his tongue felt so good against your neck. You wonder where else his tongue would feel good against. Probably your hardened and perky nipples, his mouth would suck and his tongue would flick it around and circle it. Your thighs quiver and your walls contract and expand around your fingers.
“Mngh Choso.. I’m- hnn.. Please,” soft, breathless moans escape your lips. If he were here, he’d let you finish. He'd praise you and make you feel good for finishing.
The knot deep within your tummy snaps and you body thrashes around in bed and a not so soft moan of Choso’s name falls from your lips. You continue through your orgasm to get it all out, letting out softer repeated moans.
Your body finally relaxes and you breathe heavily, your skin damp with sweat. Soon, your brain catches up with your body.
Did you just please yourself to the thought of a vampire?
You open your eyes and sigh in defeat and a little disgust, your eyes raise to the window to see the sky but instead your eyes fall onto a little owl, perched on a tree nearby and staring at you.
It watched you.
You think of bribing the bird with a piece of chicken.
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Two months pass from your dream, and you can tell that the woods are calling you to go in and visit the resident and your new pet(?) if you can even call her that, wants you back there but you’ve been holding off.
Around noon everyday, the owl is perched on the window sill and stares into your bedroom. You get up and grab a cloth and seeds or bread or whatever you can. You drape the cloth over your forearm and hold it out for her to step onto and you feed her out of your hand.
When the little food you offer is done, you let her fly off to catch a larger prey then she comes back between an hour or two to watch you from a tree. Sometimes, you’ll call her down and bring her into your room to sit on your bed while you pet her and read. sometimes, you’ll read out loud for her.
Another month passes if you two grow closer and some nights she’ll sleep in your room with you. This morning she woke up rather angry and early. You shush her and walk out to the kitchen then come back to feed her but she refuses to eat and flies to your window and taps her beak against the window.
You sigh and put the food down and leave to take a bath, when you come she’s sitting on the window sill and staring out at the forest from behind the glass of the window.
Once you enter again and finish getting dressed her head turns to face you but her body stays in place and she screeches at you and turns her head back and goes back to tapping on the glass. You put your hand on the way and you lift her from the window.
Once you open the window and place her back into the down sill, she turns and grabs the sleeve of your shirt with her beak and tries to fly with you in the direction of the forest.
Realising she won’t let up, you pull your sleeve from her mouth and put your shoes and coat on. Another angry screech from her. “I'm going. relax.”
You sneak out your house, surprised no one heard the tantrum your pet threw.
Once you round the house she flies to you and sits on your shoulder, pleased with your decision-making skills.
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You enter through the doors with primrose — you named on your walk — on your shoulder.
Choso comes out of his kitchen, seemingly surprised to see you and see the bird you were so terrified of, on you. He even considers that you’re not aware.
Feeling awkward from the unmoving distance, you speak over to him, “I’ve returned.”
He raises his voice for you to hear him, “That, you have. It’s nice to have your company again.”
You smile a little and walk over to the staircase, passing him with a nod and he watches, in disbelief, you as you turn to the right and disappear down the hall.
He shakes his head and continues with his endeavours in the kitchen.
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Late noon, you exit the room in one of the night dresses in the closet but something is strange about it.
The used to be loose garment is now tight and hugging your body, the cut is lower down your neck and chest, the end of the dress now meets your mid-thigh.
You come down the staircase and walk into the kitchen, seeing that Choso is still in there with his sleeves rolled up and his shirt off. your body reacts before your brain could and you rush to check on his wounds.
When you saw his chest and abdomen were perfectly fine, you froze and your brain caught up — it was a dream.
He looks down at you strangely, pauses his movements. “(y/n)?” You step away, “I apologise. I didn't mean to do that.” His eyebrow raises, “What did you mean to do, also what are you wearing?”
Ignoring his first question, “something way more flattering.” your turn 360 degrees to give him a view of your masterpiece. “Won’t you get cold?”
“It's for sleeping, no? I’ll be under blankets anyway.” He slowly nods, unconvinced.
“Would you like tea?”
“Jasmine, please.” You turn and walk out and sit in an armchair in front of the fireplace.
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“The owl tells me how she has grown a liking for brown bread. Do you know what that could mean?”
The owl tells him? He can speak to animals? Is he crazy?
You swallow the food in your mouth before speaking again, but the words die in your mouth when you look at his arm and it looks a little on the skinnier side.
“When have you last eaten?”
“I'm eating right now.”
“It obviously isn’t doing much for you. What did you eat last?” you look up into his eyes.
He’s stunned at your words then he speaks again, “The night you ran out.”
You put your cutlery down, “You can have it from me.” speaking without thinking first is truly a curse.
His movements come to a halt and he stares at you, “Excuse me?”
“You can drink from my blood.”
“No.” He stands up and walks to the kitchen, holding his plate.
You stand with yours, following behind him. “I won't have to walk in on you killing people and you get to have someone to always go to.” You try to reason with him, you have no idea why.
“No, (y/n). You come in here on your own accord and drinking from others is not a problem I face.”
“You said you like my company?”
“I do, but it doesn’t change the fact that you come in here by yourself and for yourself. It’s a matter of time before you’re followed and I have to run away.”
“That won’t happen.”
“It will! I've been alive for eighteen hundred years and that’s what happens every single time!”
“Then I'll just stay!”
Silence falls over you both and you stare at each other, chests heaving and eyebrows knit in anger.
“Don’t say that.”
You step closer to him, “Do not tell me what i can and cannot do. I already come here on my own accord, right?”
He takes a step to you and his arms open for you to step into. “That, you do. why?”
You shrug and put your hands on his shoulders, “I don’t know.”
His hands find a place on your hips and he nudges you closer to him, “Why do you come here despite me being a vampire? I could kill you.”
“I don’t know.” Your voice grows softer and you nudge him down to you.
“Why do I want to kiss you, (y/n)?” His voice grows deeper and his words come out like a mumble.
“I don’t know.” You tilt your head a little and go up on your toes to press your lips against his.
His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you against him, kissing you harder.
Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders and a soft groan passes from his lips into the kiss. As a response, you slide your tongue against his bottom lip and he grants you entry by parting his lips.
Both your tongues slide against each other and you feel choso press you against a nearby wall. He tilts his head more to kiss you deeper.
His tongue feels better than in your dream, you want him to lick you all over.
The fabric of your panties get wetter with each second that passes of your loud and sloppy kissing.
You pull away from his lips and press your nose against his, then you breathe out, “Bite me, Choso. Please?”
How can he say no to you asking so nicely. He leaves a quick peck against your lips and he kisses down your neck, feeling your quickened pulse under his lips.
“Tap my shoulder when you want me to stop.” He leans his head to the side and his mouth opens and you feel his lukewarm breath hit your flesh then two sharp pains and you wince in pain.
His tongue is on your neck, licking up the blood that escapes while he sucks through his teeth. You whimper both in pain and pleasure, the pain adding to the pleasure and you feel like you’re about to burst at the seams.
Your skin is on fire, your panties are drenched. Your hand shakily reaches up to his hair and you undo his hairstyle and run your fingers through his smooth hair then grip and tug on it a little. He groans and his eyes flutter back a little.
“Choso, nnh I need you..” your voice can barely make it above a breathy whisper. And you feel his hand roam your body, your shaky hand grips his and you put his hand over your clothed cunt.
A smile grows on his lips and he runs his fingers against the wet fabric of your panties and he rubs agonisingly soft and small circles on your clit over the panties.
“Please choso.. I need it.” Your hips buck against his hand and a light chuckle escapes him and he pulls his teeth out your neck and he sucks the blood out the wounds with his lips and tongue. You can barely take that and might cum from him on your neck.
His fingers hook under your panties and he moves them to the side and he runs circles on your clit, instinctively your thighs part for him and he looks down at your face.
Your lip is between your teeth and your eyes are squeezed shut, your eyebrows knit in frustration and pleasure. Your hips roll against his fingers and soft whimpers of frustration escape your lips.
“More.. I need you inside..”
“So needy.” He clicks his tongue and slides two fingers in your drooling cunt, you swear you see stars for a second. his fingers curl and he pumps them in and out of you.
He’s way better than you imagined, you can’t get enough. soft moans fall from your lips and you grip hair tighter. “S-soo good cho..” the praise runs straight down to his dick and he twitches in his pants, he moves his fingers faster and he massages that gummy spot in your walls making your jaw fall open and moans fall nonstop from your mouth.
Your legs quiver in pleasure and you rest your head against the wall and swallow thickly, your walls fluttering around his fingers then they squeeze and flutter around nothing. You whimper and look at him, lifting your head and about to protest until he drops to his knees and lifts your thigh, resting it on his shoulder.
Your heart rate picks up as you look at him, he gently pecks your clit and watches how that sends a shudder through your body.
He leans into your thighs and sloppily kisses your clit, your back arches off the wall and you moan loudly. His tongue circles and flicks at your clit, the sound of him slurping up your juices and making out with your twitching clit bounces off the wall and reverberates through your ears and down back to your cunt which causes it to leak more than it already is.
A high-pitched whine passes from your lips, your hips buck forward and Choso lifts his hands from holding onto the wall to holding your hips and he moves them back and from against his own mouth.
Your head falls forward as your fingers tangle further in his hair. Moan after moan leaves your lips and runs straight to his leaking tip, your body quivers as you feel yourself get close to the edge.
“Ch-cho..sooo.. I ugh.. gonna cum! ‘m gonna cum!” you barely manage out through his attacks on your clit.
Another high-pitched whine, “pleasepleaseplease! i- ohhh..” your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your mouth falls open, for a moment you’re quiet then a long moan pours out. Choso’s eyes are on you as you orgasm on his tongue. Your release warms up his colder tongue.
Breathing heavily, he pulls away from your cunt and looks up at you. Your eyes close and you struggle to regulate your breathing pattern as you slump against the wall.
He raises himself from the ground, standing to his full height and he leans down to hook his arms under your body and swiftly he leaves the kitchen, makes it up the stairs and into his room with lightning speed.
Gently, he places you onto the bed and he fiddles with his pants then they're at his ankles and he steps out of them then steps toward you and he looks down at you.
You look up at him and smile a little until you see what he looks like. Your smile falters. How is that going to fit?
He reads the concern on your face and rubs your thighs to reassure you, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. I'll make sure of that.” You nod and spread your thighs wider for him.
He steps into the space you’ve made for him and he guides his top to your leaking hole and he slowly pushes himself into you, both of you gasp. His hands hold onto your thighs as he pushes further into you, slowly and watching your face.
When he sees that you aren’t in too much pain, his hips roll slowly. You feel his length pull out then push back in, you cringe and wince at the feeling of a rather large object moving inside you until he positions his hips upward and his tip presses and slides against that familiar gummy spot on your walls and you see white.
“There! moree!” Choso obliges and focuses on that one spot and doing what he did before, only this time he moves his hips faster.
He groans and leans his head down. Moan after moan leave your lips and your head leans back.
“Look at me.” Like a well-trained dog, your head leans up and you look up at him. He looks down into your eyes and he pistons in and out of you, your eyes threaten to roll back. Your visible struggle makes a small smile rest upon his lips.
His thumb is on your clit and he runs small, quick circles on the nub. Your eyes fill with tears from the overwhelming pleasure and your mouth stays agape, allowing saliva to slip from the corner of your lips.
Your body shakes as you throw your head back, unable to get anything but moans out.
He stares down at you, moving his hips faster but they get sloppier. He sucks in air through his teeth and groans loudly, you feel him twitch in you.
“Mmh.. gonna cum..” he mumbles out between his lips and he leans down to kiss your cheek and move his hips deeper into you, wanting to feel all of you on all of him.
You nod rapidly in agreement and wrap your arm around his neck and tangle your finger in his hair and grip tightly while with your other hand you dig your nails into his flesh. “C-cum.. I’m.. nngh,” you want him to finish in you, you want to feel him fill you, you want him to spoil you for any future potential husbands.
“In.? Please?” His voice raises in pitch, he’s getting close and needy, his hips are stuttering but he’s holding it in for your answer. His head dips down to your shoulder, he kisses the base of your neck.
You nod again, seemingly faster than the first time. You hold onto him tighter by wrapping your legs around his waist. He thrusts into you faster and deeper until your walls pulse on him as you cum which causes him to shoot ropes of lukewarm cum deep inside you and your eyes roll back, tears spilling from your lash line.
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You're laid in bed, naked, with a naked Choso. Your noses touching and your legs tangled together. His fingertips and slowly dragging against your spine and your thumb is slowly stroking his cheekbone.
“Were you serious about staying?” Choso’s voice comes out softer and more insecure than he’d like, but the vulnerability of the moment gives him a pass.
You nod and press a quick kiss to his lips, “until you chase me away, I'm staying.”
It’s his turn to nod and exhale through his nose. Ways to preserve your life forever pass through his mind.
Your thumb slows and comes to a halt, telling him that you’ve fallen asleep. He looks down at you then presses a kiss to your forehead and he closes his eyes, choosing to let sleep take him away for once, while he has peace.
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i rlly hope you guys like this!! 💋
it’s my first long fic and it took way longer to write than i ever expected 😥
i’m rlly proud of it though, love you guys!
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