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aizawaorkuroo · 3 years

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just can't get enough

Pairing: vampire!choso x reader

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Your vampire boyfriend wants to try something new.

Warnings: monsterfucking, period sex, face sitting, unprotected sex

AN: sorry this is late!! I had car trouble and was stuck trying to work and take care of my car the last few days 😭😭😭

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You can’t help but snort at the gore on the screen. The vampire snarls at it feeds loudly and messily from the poor girl. Cheap, prop blood gushes everywhere as he sucks and laps at her neck. It’s completely inaccurate. At least your vampire boyfriend had never fed in a messy manner, preferring to drink from blood bags or from your wrist. He was always very careful, his fear of hurting you in any way outweighing his hunger. He had impeccable self-control when it came to those he loved. (It always makes your stomach flip when kisses your wrist and makes you swear that it's okay before he feeds from you).

“Choso,” you whisper, catching the attention of your lover, who gazes at you from the side. “Why aren’t you that messy?” Choso turns his head completely, and stares blankly at you, waiting for you to relent. With a snicker, you nudge him with your elbow. “Okay, okay. But why aren’t you that loud?” An unimpressed brow arches at you, and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying, he’s really enjoying it, like he’s, ya’ know?” Choso looks confused for a second, mouth opening to chastise you for comparing him to a fictional vampire in a B-movie when he pauses. His eyes narrow at you, as he smiles softly.

“You’re right, darling. I could be louder when I feed.”

Your stomach does a flip at the glint in his eyes, and you tense at how fast he stands up. He pulls you to your feet before ushering you out of the theater.

“Where are we going?” you ask, feeling breathless as he walks you to the car.

“I’m feeling a little hungry now,” he says, opening the car door for you.

Huh.

He just fed yesterday. It normally takes much longer for him to get hungry, you ponder as you roll up your sleeve. Choso climbs into the driver's seat, and you hold out your wrist, but he just tsks and shakes his head. “I want something different today.” Your brows pinch together, but you nod, and he starts the car, driving to his home at a worrisome pace.

The second you’re inside the house, he presses you against the door, lips pressed firmly against yours. You gasp, and Choso takes it as an invitation for his tongue to explore your mouth. His hips grind against yours, and your fingers pull at his hair, trying to loosen his buns. His mouth moves away to suck lightly at your neck.

“I thought you wanted to feed,” you whine, shivering at how he makes his way down your neck to your collarbone.

“You wanted me to be louder when I feed, well, I’d like to feed from here,” he mumbles, hand cupping your clothed pussy. “I know you just started your period, darling. Let me have you, please.”

You swallow nervously, embarrassment and arousal slowly spreading through your body. Your fingers slow to a stop in his hair, abandoning the efforts to take his buns down.

“I didn’t even know it started,” you murmur, chest tightening, “Wouldn’t you rather…feed like normal?” He hums, pulling your hands from his hair.

“Sometimes. It’s fresher from here,” he kisses your wrist sweetly, before leaving little sharp pecks up your arm. “But the thought came to me in the theater, and I want you terribly.” He nuzzles into your neck again, hands wandering up and down the sides of your body. He squeezes your waist, slipping his thigh in between your legs.

“It’s not gross?” You ask, eyes shutting as you lightly rock yourself against his leg. He chuckles against you, hands helping to guide your motions.

“My darling, I am honored to drink your blood, and I love your cunt. I promise I do not find this gross at all.” As if to emphasize his point, he presses forward into you, grinding his erection against you. You shiver against him, trying to ignore the growing wetness in your underwear.

“Okay,” you whisper. You can feel him smile into your neck before he starts tugging at your jeans. Slowly, he sinks to his knees, pulling your pants down with him. Eyes darkening, he keeps his gaze glued to your face as he buries his face into your crotch and inhales deeply. You let out a pathetic squeak, pulling at his buns.

“Choso,” you hiss, shame rushing through you. Sending you a lavacious smile, his tongue curls against your underwear. Eyes rolling back, he moans into your cunt, pulling a whine from you. He laps away, tongue circling your clit through the fabric. You gently rock against him, sensitive pussy craving more simulation.

“Sit on my face,” he groans. You tug at his hair, reluctantly pulling him away from your cunt, as he adjusts to lie back on the floor. With shaky hands, you peel off your underwear, wet pussy clenching at the cool air. Carefully you straddle his upper torso, anxiety prickling the back of your neck.

“You sure, baby?” you pant. With narrowed eyes, Choso grips your waist almost painfully, dragging you up to hover over his mouth.

“I’m a vampire. There’s nothing you can do to hurt me.” His voice is solid, leaving no room for debate, but his composure breaks at your hesitance. “Please,” he whines, fingers digging into your thighs. Needy eyes plead silently, and with a deep breath, you let his hands pull your cunt flush against his mouth.

Choso moans into your gooey cunt, tongue lapping away at your folds. A warmth radiates over your body, and you shudder at the way his hands dig into your thighs. He’s fervent for your cunt, making a mess at the way he feeds from your cunt. It’s sloppy and erotic, and lewd, wet noises fill the room making your clit throb. Choso’s tongue circles around the sensitive bud, making your thighs tense around his head. You stutter out an apology, brain full of nothing but how good he makes you feel. Your head feels thick and hot, and you haphazardly pull off the rest of your clothing.

You squeeze at your tits, pinching your nipples as you rock against your lover’s face. He flicks your clit gently before wrapping his lips around it. You let out a moan, a deep, hot pressure growing in the pit of your stomach. With the attention Choso’s giving to your clit, it wouldn’t take long for you to cum. A quick sharp sensation near your cunt, snaps you from your orgasmic haze.

“Careful with the teeth,” you pant, hand dropping to affectionately pat the top of his head. He pouts beneath you, letting your clit go with a wet pop. Choso dips his head towards your thigh, fingers stroking your skin.

“Sorry, darling. Hard to keep them retracted when I feed.” Your cunt clenches at the reminder, and you deliberately look away from him when he arches a brow.

“I know,” you whimper. “Please keep going.” He chuckles beneath you, before continuing to devour you. The pace is admittedly slower than before, and Choso’s sloppier, essentially making out with your pussy. He groans, his hips jerking behind you. Between the noises he’s making and the way his tongue takes care of both your clit and your hole, you’re close to cumming again. You rock away, letting out little whines, as Choso gets noisier beneath you. He sucks on your clit, nails digging into your thighs almost painfully. You’re so fucking close.

You feel the same sharp feeling from earlier dangerously close to hurting your poor cunt. And somewhere in the back of your lust-addled brain, it dawns on you how dangerous this whole situation is. How Choso could tear you apart if he felt like it, suck you dry, and leave you to rot somewhere. But instead, he’s here, nestled in-between your thighs, eyes glazed over as he laps away. And it’s the blur of those thoughts that send you over the edge.

You double over, humping away, as Choso keeps your thighs anchored in place. He moans as your walls flutter around his tongue, drinking up everything he can. Your eyes squeeze shut at the pleasure, enjoying the white-hot feeling as your orgasm dies down. You lean back, fingers tangling in Choso’s hair. He licks at your clit gently, until you whine in oversensitivity. Shakily, you try to rise, only for Choso grip to tighten on your thighs, eyes narrowing at you.

He continues his attack, and you whimper out little fuck, fuck, fuck as you lean back, hands pressing into his chest to support yourself. Your thighs widen, and Choso makes a pleased noise at the change of angle. You grind against his mouth, already wound up again.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum again,” you cry, eyes squeezing shut. He’s like an animal, focused on bringing you over the edge again. With a tiny nip from his fangs, you writhe against his face, thighs shaking uncomfortably. Your pussy gushes, and he eagerly consumes everything you give him. You weakly rock yourself until your orgasm passes, and finally, Choso releases your thighs.

You squirm down, thighs bracketing his. You shiver as your cunt makes contact with the cotton of his pants. Choso pants at you, eyes dark and desperate, his face covered in a strawberry-tinted sheen. The sight manages to both embarrass you, and make your chest warm. You really love him, you think. Choso gives you no time to linger on the thought before he yanks you down to kiss him. It’s sloppy and wet, like how he made out with your pussy earlier.

You whine into his mouth, vaguely aware of your mess spreading onto your face. Pulling away to catch your breath, Choso moans, grinding his hips into you.

“You look so hot. Your own blood everywhere.” Choso’s tongue swipes at the slick on your face, and you preen at the twisted praise. His hands massage your ass, guiding your sensitive cunt over his clothed hard-on. “I just can’t get enough of you darling.”

#choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #tw period sex #tw monsterfucking #tw face sitting

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