#tw:virginity

[semisgroupie]

SINS OF THE FLESH

priest!nanami kento x fem. reader x priest!toji fushiguro

wc: 3.0k

warnings: sacrilegious, virginity loss, threesome (mmf), oral sex (m! and f!receiving), corruption kink, manipulation, blasphemy, lots of religious undertones, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji and nanami are so filthy here (it’s so sexy), reader is very naive and innocent (perfect prey), reciting of prayers during sexual acts, praise, slight manhandling

synopsis: it’s not a sin if you lose your virginity to two hot priests in a church right?

a/n: this is for my what’s done in the dark collab! and a lil belated birthday gift to myself!!

“Through him, with him, in him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, forever and ever.”

A unified Amen filled the entire room then people stood to line up, waiting to receive the small wafer and a sip of the wine dubbed the blood of Christ. You helped the elderly man seated next to you stand then walked behind him to join the line. You looked around at the familiar faces and sighed happily to yourself before making eye contact with the two men wearing cassocks, Father Kento and Father Toji.

You have always been involved with the church, your earliest memories were filled with the church. So, it was only natural for you to start attending your local church when you moved. That was when you first met Father Kento, he greeted you with open arms and a warm smile. It was easy for you to adjust to the new environment and then about a few months later a new priest in training joined the church, Father Toji. It was interesting to see how the two men interacted with each other when they were seemingly polar opposites. But what you weren’t aware of was what the two men had in common.

An insatiable urge to corrupt an innocent parishioner and both men had their eyes on you.

You were the perfect church girl and they knew how to get you right in their bed and between them. They knew you were the type to save yourself until marriage but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t drift you away from your original, innocent plans. Especially if they convinced you that, that’s what God wanted for you.

Being priests they had the gift of gab. That only meant it wouldn’t take much to convince someone as trusting as you to do what they needed you to do.

Each man stood at either end of the table, Nanami held the chalice with the wine inside and Toji started giving out the wafers. Each person went one after another and received their own blessing and finally it was your turn. You stood in front of Father Nanami and he brought the chalice to your lips and you took a small sip before pulling back. “Thank you Father Kento.” He smiled and leaned in, “you know you haven’t been to confession in almost a month, after mass you’ll go with me and Father Toji, okay?”

You nodded at his words and offered him another smile before moving to Father Toji. You watched how he placed the sacramental bread in others hands so they can place it into their mouths but when it was your turn, he ignored your cupped hands and tapped the wafer against your lips. “Open up, you know the deal.” He let out a low chuckle as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out slightly. Fuck you looked perfect like that, so innocent, so malleable, he could just take you in front of all the other parishioners but he had to be patient. He placed the small wafer on your tongue and pulled his hand back, “thank you Father Toji.” He nodded and watched as you got up and walked back to your seat.

The mass continued and everything happened so quickly. Both men couldn’t keep their thoughts straight, for you have infiltrated them so easily.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” Toji lifted his hand to the crowd and moved it in the shape of a cross as Nanami started the ending of mass. Another unified Amen filled the room and Nanami finished with the concluding words, “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”

“Thanks be to God.” Everyone started getting up and thanked the two men for a wonderful mass while you stood behind. There was no real reason why you hadn’t gone to confession, there was nothing you had to confess. You hadn’t sinned, well maybe some things here and there but nothing that would warrant a confession. You moved your hands down to play with the hem of your dress as you consumed yourself in your thoughts.

Both men approached you and stood at either side of you while you continued to toy with your dress. Toji leaned down to your ear and placed a hand on your shoulder, “come now sweetheart. We’ll be doing things a little different today, you’ll be confession to both Father Kento and myself.” You jumped a little at the deep rumble of his voice and nodded at his words, too naive and trusting for your own good.

He held out his hand to you and you took it without hesitation. He continued to hold onto it while Nanami followed behind you both, itching to get his hands on you. The walk was filled with light small talk as the men led you to a more private area, their quarters.

You looked around the room and turned to look at them, slightly dumbfounded. “Why are we here? Don’t we normally do our confessions in the confessional booth?” God, you looked so cute. A slight pout on your lips as you looked up at the two men while your hands went back to the hem of your dress. Toji spoke first and placed a hand on your shoulder, “yes but it’s currently being fixed, so we just decided to take you here if that’s okay with you?”

You looked up at the raven haired male and nodded, your gaze drifting momentarily to his scar before meeting his eyes. “Good, now sit.” Nanami pulled out two chairs and put them back to back, he led you to sit down on one while Toji sat on the other. “What about you, Father Kento? Don’t you need a seat?”

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Father Toji is the one you’re confessing to, I’m just here to make sure everything goes smoothly.” He sat down on the desk in front of you and nodded his head, “go on and start.”

You sucked in a small breath and started, “bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago. These are my sins, I have succumbed to a sin of the flesh.” Heat rose to your cheeks and burned through your whole body as the sin you committed left your lips in a soft tone to reach the ears of the two deviants you were in a room with before reaching God’s ears. Both men perked up and raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, please elaborate further on that. God cannot forgive you for your sin if you don’t explain it in its entirety.” You played with the hem of your dress more as Toji’s raspy voice reverberated throughout the room.

“I have touched myself in a sinful way, Father.” You kept your eyes down at your hands, if the world swallowed you whole in this moment you would be thankful. Toji turned his head to look at Nanami and nodded. Nanami stood up and took a few steps over to you and knelt down. He placed one of his hands on your knee while the other went on top of your fidgeting hands. “Darling, you can’t just stop in the middle of a confession. Do you mind if I help you?” You tore your gaze away from your dress and met his warm eyes, you nodded slowly and he smiled. He moved his hand from your hands and moved it to the other knee. You watched closely as he started pushing them apart and you instinctively tried to keep your legs closed. The issue is, he was much stronger than you so he easily overpowered you and kept your legs spread.

“Don’t you want God to forgive you for your sins? If you don’t let me do this then God can’t forgive you and you can’t truly repent.” Your eyes widened at his words and you shook your head, “no, Father Kento I want to be forgiven, I want to repent for my sins!” He had to bite back a smirk and Toji moved so he could watch over your shoulder, you felt his hot breath at your ear and you turned your head quickly to face him.

“Just trust us. We’re just doing what God wants us to do okay?” He cooed softly at you and you nodded, both men knew it would be easy to get you to submit to their will but this was just easier than they expected. Toji hooked two fingers under your chin and lifted your head up as he leaned in close, “have you ever kissed a man before?” Your cheeks burned as you peered into his eyes and you shook your head, “no, Father Toji.”

“Good girl.” With that he closed the remaining gap between you both and kissed you softly, you whimpered against his lips and gripped the arms of the chair you were sitting in tightly. His lips against yours felt like nothing you’ve imagined before and as he deepened the kiss you felt the same burning in your belly whenever you touched yourself.

Now that you were distracted, Nanami lifted up your dress so it scrunched up at your hips and let out a low groan at the sight of your panties, white to represent your innocence that was soon to be tainted by the two men you were with. He moved one hand up your thigh and started rubbing gentle circles on your clit over your panties. You instantly arched your back and gasped against Toji’s lips, “so reactive, little angel.” Nanami mumbled before pressing his thumb against the growing wet spot on your panties and then hooked two fingers under them and pulled them to the side.

Your pussy looked perfect, your swollen clit and your pretty virgin hole clenched around nothing. He adjusted his position and leaned in close, taking in a deep breath. Fuck, you even smelled sweet. He pressed gentle kisses along your lower lips and kissed your clit. You gripped the arms of the chair tighter and whined against Toji’s lips once Nanami took your pussy into his mouth. Toji broke the kiss and looked down at Nanami, chuckling at how disheveled you looked. Your kiss swollen lips were parted ever so slightly and your eyes drifted between the two men.

Toji disrobed and your eyes widened as you saw his muscles once he took his cassock and shirt off. They flexed and tensed with the most subtle movements and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Then your eyes traveled down his body and saw his bulge, he seemed like he was about to burst through his pants. “Enjoying the view, sweetheart? Tell me, when you touch yourself do you think about me and Father Kento? Because I have a little confession for you,” he leaned in close to your ear while you moaned and whined due to Nanami’s tongue exploring your pussy like a man who hasn’t had a drink in days. “Father Kento and I have had filthy thoughts about you, thoughts that would make even the devil blush.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, there’s no way they could be true, right?

These men are supposed to be the definition of holiness, they’re not supposed to succumb to sin. They’re held at a higher tier due to their devotion to faith, you look up to priests and the clergy as an example of how you’re supposed to live your life. But to know that they’re just as depraved as you are excites you.

You moved one hand down from the arm of the chair to Nanami’s hair and messed up the perfectly styled golden locks as he suckled on your clit. Your mouth fell agape as he continued his actions and Toji took advantage of the position you were in. He gripped your chin and turned your head so you could face him but this time he was completely undressed, revealing his throbbing cock. Your mind started racing but the big question that circled around in your haze filled mind was how would he be able to fit it inside your mouth? There was no way you could open your mouth that wide but you couldn’t dwell on the question for long. He moved one of his large hands behind your head and pushed you closer until the tip laid along your tongue. “You just need to suction your mouth like you’re sucking on one of those cherry lollipops you love to have right after mass and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

So you did exactly as he said, you wrapped your lips around the bulbous head and he started moving his hips, thrusting shallowly to let you adjust to his size but the way you were whimpering and moaning around his cock made it extremely difficult to go slow. Nanami moved one hand from your knee and brought it to your entrance, now coated in his saliva and your juices and slipped one finger inside you. The feeling was overwhelming, he pumped his finger slowly then started picking up the pace as he sucked on your clit harder. Just as he picked up the pace of his finger, Toji picked up the pace of his hips. Guttural and borderline animalistic groans left his scarred lips as he forced you to take his cock entirely down your throat. You gagged each time his balls touched your chin and tears freely spilled down your face but it just turned you on even more.

Nanami’s cock throbbed as he looked up at you, you were taking a cock that was entirely too big for you almost with ease and he just had to have you. He slipped a second finger inside you and started pumping them quickly, the squelching of your pussy almost felt too loud and your legs started shaking at the rough pace. Before you knew it, the coil inside your belly snapped and your pussy clenched around his fingers tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Toji pulled out of your mouth so you could catch your breath and Nanami pulled away from you. “Let’s bring her to the bed and put her on all fours.” Nanami spoke as he undressed and Toji scooped you up from the chair with ease and brought you to the cot in the room, he put you on your hands and knees and sat down in front of you, his cock still standing proud while the tip leaked even more precum.

Once Nanami was fully undressed he joined you two on the cot and moved behind you. He pressed his cock against your slit and dragged it through your folds to collect the mix of his spit and your juices on it. “Just take a deep breath, this will hurt but it’ll feel good very soon.” With that he lined up with your entrance and started slowly pushing in, “oh Christ, if this is what heaven feels like then I never want to leave.” He groaned and continued pushing in slowly, tears pricked at your eyes and you stretched your arms out to hold onto Toji’s thighs. “You poor thing,” Toji cooed and moved one hand to caress your cheek and wiped at your eyes, “you’re doing so good, just doing what the Lord needs of you.”

His hips slowly started to move faster and snapped against yours. Toji guided his cock back into your mouth and started thrusting up, both men using you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and leaned down, “remember you still need to repent for your sins. So I need you to repeat after me, this is Corinthians 7:10.” He snapped his hips into yours while Toji buried his cock in the back of your throat. “Father, when I sin, help me to not dwell in a worldly sort of sorrow that would lead to my death” he smirked as you tried to repeat the prayer while Toji’s cock was still in your mouth. “Grant me godly sorrow and the ability to recognize it.” He gave you another moment to try to repeat his words before continuing, “May it result in repentance that leads to deliverance and leaves no regret. Amen.” You repeated the final words of the prayer and let out a muffled Amen around Toji’s cock and the raven haired male groaned.

Both men started to move in sync, each time Nanami bottomed out so did Toji. Everything they did was mind numbing and all you could do was moan and hold onto Toji’s thighs. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm much longer, it was already quickly approaching. The way Nanami’s cock explored your walls was like his cock was made to be inside you. Nanami gripped your hips tighter and threw his head back as you clenched around his cock tighter. He angled his hips and hit that spongy spot inside, instantly making you cum. You let out a muffled cry around Toji’s cock as your orgasm took over you. Both men groaned and Nanami’s orgasm washed over him first, he pressed his hips firmly against yours as he coated your virgin walls with cum then Toji held your head down as he came deep down your throat.

You dug your nails into his thighs and he pulled you off once he was done. You panted and looked up at him as your tongue stuck out slightly, some remnants of his cum coated the pink muscle. You swallowed and Nanami slowly pulled out of you, allowing you to slump against the cot completely. “Thank you Father Toji, thank you Father Kento.” Your voice was raspy from the face fucking you received and both men pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You did very well but there is still more you need to do to be fully forgiven. What do you say about having confessions like these every week after mass and after Bible study?” Toji spoke and gently caressed your cheek while Nanami covered your body with a blanket. You looked up at both men with half lidded eyes and nodded, “if that’s what God wants from me then I’ll do it.”

Nanami and Toji sported the same smirk and nodded. “You’re the perfect child of God, now get some rest.” Nanami whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

taglist: @jctaro @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear

#wditdcollab☾ #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk toji smut #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #tw:sacrilegious #tw:virginity #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:manipulation #tw:corruption #tw:blasphemy

[dadbodosamu]

okay i’m sorry but this has been on my mind all day

over protective older brother iwaizumi who watches as oikawa takes his little sister’s virginity just to make sure everything goes all right. he’s not afraid to step in when you call his name because it hurts and you just want your big brother to make you feel better :(

#i want to write this fic but ugh i wanna finish the last part of only you first #also im picturing that this happens after the olympics and oikawa is fucking you while wearing his medal 🤤 #tōru thoughts #iwa thoughts #tw:incest #tw:virginity #oiks thoughts

[toots-senpai]

It's me, ya anon, 🐱

My horn brain got a question 👀

How would the Proxies react to their S/O being a Virgin?

- 🐱

The proxy's virginity hc's

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: proxies! x reader

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: tw:noncon, tw:virginity, stalking mention

authors response: Though I would like to write them with the thought that virginity is just a label (because it is), we're gonna have to be realistic about it. also didn't add ben this time lol

nsfw below the cut

Toby would be absolutely enthralled about you being a virgin. The thought that he can corrupt you until you were fully made his, is something that can have him on the edge of cumming before he even touches you. Toby most definitely has a terrible innocent/virgin kink, bonus points if you've never even been kissed. But on that note, it riles him up dangerously also. I'm just saying he's never had a girl live more than a day after being forced on his cock all day. You're asking to be one of his victims if he knows, you're going to have to beg to the walls for him to stop.

Masky doesn't care. He's most definitely the type to not care about the label of virginity, to him it all feels the same anyways. Every person he's been with stretch like an amateur every time he's fucking someone regardless. He makes sure that they're dripping and spread to their limit anyways. He's dick is too fat to go in without any type of prep anyways.

Hoodie is the same as Toby, but Brian actually pays attention to the person he's fucking as well and will most definitely keep them safe with all his strength, especially if it kills you. If he knows the person is a virgin, they've gotta be some sort of obsession of his. But if they're one of his victims, he doesn't care about their stupid pleas of virginity or their attention. Not what he was there for.

#ticci toby x reader smut #ticci toby smut #masky x reader smut #masky smut #hoodie x read smut #hoodie smut #creepypasta x reader smut #creepypasta smut #catfishimagines

[kuvvydraws]

Tw:virginity (rememberd you wanted a warning ^^)

How would Ravì react if his SO was a Virgin? How would he go about things during their time in bed? What would he do if his SO started to panic?

I appreciate the warning 💖 just in case tho:

Minors DNI 🔞 - explicit content ahead

Content warning(s): Loss of virginity, panic during

Raavi is very careful when it comes to any kind of first time in bed, no matter how much experience their partner might have on their own. While they don¡t personally believe on virginity being a milestone, they understand others can have that vision, and they try to be respectful about it, because sex is still pretty important for them.

Raavi's general MO when it comes to bed matters is the atmosphere, and they always like to toy with a mix between sexy and enticing and fun and silly - in the end, they're two people butt naked on a bed doing things to each other, so it can get weird or gross or upsetting, but that's easily fixable by honking a boob or an asscheek, so it's fine!

Because it's all very new, and even if their SO has seen Raavi naked already, Raavi will lean back and let them explore first, nothing too risqué summoned, so they can become familiar with their body first - it'll be a mix of patient and instructive as Raavi explains what feels good and what doesn't, where to squeeze or bite, maybe including a few anecdotes to reassure their SO that making mistakes is part of learning. While Raavi does prefer taking control, they're happy to slow down and chill, summoning or unsummoning depending on the bits their SO prefers -Raavi doesn't mind at all, even if sometimes they're more masculine-leaning-.

There will be a lot of praise involved, and Raavi tones down their usual chattiness for more appreciative hums, groans and directions. They won't lay a hand on their SO until they allow it, though they will ask about it, and will check on them often, changing postures, giggling and huffing, depending on what SO does - in the end, they want to wash their nerves away, even if they get slapped in the process.

Raavi is a firm believer of everyone having fun and getting off during sex, and the moment their SO shows signs of discomfort or panic, they're pulling the brakes without hesitation. Raavi will try to reassure them, hugging them or not depending on what their SO wants even if Raavi themselves does want to hold them, and will offer the option to stop altogether and try another time. There's always time for sex if that's something SO wants, after all. They can try different approaches and postures, maybe someone did something SO was not ready to do yet? They can take it slow and try over and over, as many times as SO needs or wants.

Or maybe not at all! Raavi doesn't want their SO to feel obligated to sleep with them just because they know they enjoy sex - once Raavi chooses a romantic partner, which a very difficult thing to achieve, they couldn't care less about getting their metaphorical dick wet and would rather prioritize their relationship and feelings.

#kuvvytalks #raavi #hc #naughty #minors dni #mdni #undertale

[flashpjs]

The physio assistant was doing an ultrasound on my knee but it looked like he was jerking off on it (he was going up and down, he usually does in a circular motion), omg and I was at the perfect height that aligned with his hips I almost started crying virgin tears

#tbh i was turned on #tw:virgin #made my day #lol

[semisgroupie]

if i fall from the heavens, my new shelter shall be your tender embrace

fallen angel!getou suguru x angel!fem. reader

wc: 2.5k

warnings: HEAVILY sacrilegious, manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, fingering (f!receiving), corruption, public sex, sex in a church, slight dubcon, betrayal, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), slight overstimulation, a little blood (quick mention), tears

synopsis: he’s lost you once and he won’t let it happen again

a/n: the art in the banner is the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel

After Satan’s rebellion against God, many things had changed. There was an uneasiness in the air and it seemed as though every angel in Heaven walked on thin ice that could crack at any second.

You were careful, every movement and action was methodical and rehearsed in your head a million times. Your lover was the opposite. Suguru wasn’t careful, he spoke his mind and was open about losing his faith in the almighty. A loss of faith turned into anger and then turned into confrontation which led to the worst moment you could possibly think of. Suguru was cast down to hell and it felt like your heart shattered into pieces.

Days passed and the ache in your chest never settled. As time passed you yearned for your lover, you missed the crinkle near his eyes whenever a smile was thrown your way, you missed the way he said your name softly, and you missed how he set your skin ablaze with just a simple touch.

More time passed and you were convinced you’d never hear from him or stumble upon him. You thought that it must not have been in God’s blueprint for you two to cross paths ever again. Why would God want you to see Suguru again anyway? He was tainted with a loss of faith and an impure heart while you oozed purity and holiness. But it never stopped your search.

Every single day you went to an abandoned church. The abandoned church was somewhere Suguru took you so you two could pretend to be normal humans with minds full of curiosity. You went again today and sat down on one of the dusty pews to recite the same prayer. You prayed that you’d have the chance to see Suguru just one more time, even if it was just for a millisecond. You were also convinced your prayer fell on deaf ears.

“Amen.” You let out a small sigh and slowly stood up then quickly turned when you heard a floorboard creak. Your eyes widened at the man that stood at the cobweb covered entrance. “Suguru?” The light that reflected off of him made him look like an angel but as he stepped closer to you, a gasp left your throat.

His wings that were once white were black, as if his old wings had been washed and tarnished with soot. Your body moved before you could wrap your mind around his new appearance. Once the distance was closed between you two he pulled you in close and hugged you tightly. “I thought I’d never see you again.” He mumbled his words into your hair as he peppered kisses along your head and all you could do was nod while tears began to stream down your face.

Your prayers had finally been answered and you were finally able to see and be with your love again. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled back to look at you. “Oh my sweet doll, please don’t cry. Tears should never stain a face as beautiful as yours.” He brought his thumbs up to wipe at your eyes and you lifted your hands to hold onto his wrists.

“I can’t believe you’re here Suguru. I’ve been searching for you every single day. I’ve prayed to see you once more and now you’re finally here.” You sniffled and a warm smile graced his features. “Darling, nothing can keep me away from you. I’ll always find my way back to you for our souls are intertwined. We will never part. I will crawl through the pits of hell until I see you again.”

He pulled you close again and walked with you to sit down. You brought your hand up to trace his features, memorizing each with your fingertips. “I’ve missed you more than anything Suguru. Why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to voice your doubts and frustrations? Why?” You met his eyes and felt a shiver run down your spine, the warmth you seeked in them was replaced by something odd, something you couldn’t put into words. “I couldn’t stay silent. I couldn’t stay in a place where I was frustrated, I couldn’t face that hypocrite every waking moment. I’m sorry but I had to do it. But enough of that, I’m here now and that’s all that matters.”

He hugged you to his chest and just held you. You were angry with Suguru for abandoning you but everything fell to the back burner as he held you. You shut your eyes and relished in the feeling of his strong arms around you. You had to enjoy him for as long as you could because you didn’t know when he would be ripped from you again.

He moved his hand along your arm and gently squeezed your shoulder when he reached it. “Hey, I have an idea.”

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes. “What is it?” He brought his hand that was formerly on your shoulder to your face and cupped it gently, “why don’t we consummate our love? We were never able to do it before and I don’t know when I’d be able to see you again. I want to feel you completely before I have to go back.” Your eyes widened and you shook your head, “that’s sinful Suguru, we can’t. I don’t want anything to happen to either of us.” He smiled and shook his head before pressing his lips to yours to quiet you down.

You melted into him immediately, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours and when he pulled away, you instinctively followed his lips. “Just this once and then we’ll never have to do this again. Plus I don’t think anything will happen to you, you’ve been on God’s good side for the longest. I bet you’re one of his favorite angels.” You giggled and shook your head, “no way, you know who his favorite was and what happened to him. I can’t imagine what would happen to me.”

He kissed you again and held you closer to him, “then don’t imagine it, only focus on me. I’ll be your salvation.” He mumbled against your lips and kissed you rougher and more passionately than before. Little mewls and whimpers left your lips and he drank each sound that escaped you. One of his hands began to wander and he began to grope your breasts over the thin dress that covered your body. You gasped and he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, gliding the wet muscle along your own. Everything he did sent fire through your veins, your body was heating up and only he could quell your burning desire.

He pulled away and began to trail his kisses along your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin. More whimpers and moans escaped you and filled the empty church. His hand that was on your breasts slid lower until it was between your thighs and he brought his hand to your most sensitive part. He helped lay you back against the pew but the second discomfort spread across your face he helped you back up. “Come with me to the front of the church, it’ll be better than these creaky pews.” He stood and took your hand in his as he led you to the front. There was a table that used to be used for communions and masses that was covered with a white table cloth. He helped you on top of it and gently pushed you back on it.

“Just rest my love, I’m going to make you feel very good.” He leaned down to capture your lips again and brought his hand back to where it was. His slightly calloused fingers dragged against your lower lips before he added a little bit of pressure to spread you open. You gasped and moaned softly against his lips as his fingers began to circle your clit, putting the slightest pressure to make your toes curl. The feeling that coursed through your veins was so foreign to you but you couldn’t help but crave it more. He slid his fingers lower and pressed them against your drooling hole, gathering all the slick that seeped onto his fingers then pushed one of them inside you.

Your mouth fell open as he started pushing his finger in. It felt like an extreme stretch but it was only a single digit. He moved it slowly, feeling your walls clench and coil around him as he experimented with you. His eyes were focused on you, watching each expression that graced your face. He pressed his thumb to your clit and a moan of his name left your lips. “Suguru!” His name echoed throughout the church and it fueled his motions. He leaned down and dragged his mouth along the sensitive skin of your neck. The feelings were all too much and all you could do was cry his name and writhe underneath your lover. “You’re crying my name like I’m your god, it’s so delicious. Cry it more.” He groaned against your skin as he curled his finger up to hit your g spot. The second his finger touched the sensitive spot, tears welled in your eyes and your mouth opened in a silent cry.

He continued to rub your clit and pump his finger, easing you through your orgasm. He kissed up your neck and kissed you deeply. It was a kiss that you could barely reciprocate properly but he still continued it. Just as you had eased around his finger, he slowly pulled it out and brought the slick digit to his mouth to suck it clean. He groaned as your juices coated his tongue then pulled his finger out with a soft pop. “So sweet. If the forbidden fruit tastes just as sweet then I can see why Eve couldn’t resist the temptation.” He leaned down to kiss you again while he released his cock from its constraints and pressed the leaking tip to your slick entrance.

“Now the all-seeing eyes of God can watch as I bathe you in the pleasure of sin.” At this point you had half the mind to question him or properly take in his words. You were still drunk from the orgasm that had just taken over your body and the pleasure that you had just experienced had quickly been replaced by another feeling as he began to push his cock into you. The sting that burned through your veins felt like what you had imagined the fires of hell must have felt like. You wanted the feeling to stop, it was all too much for you but it was as if Suguru could read your mind. He leaned down and caressed your cheek, “it’s okay my love, you trust me don’t you? Know that I will never bestow anything upon you that you can’t handle. I know you can handle this, just hold onto me and I promise this pain will quickly be replaced by pleasure.”

You nodded at his words and held onto his arms as he continued to push into you. Fresh tears spilled from the corner of your eyes and your nails dug into his flesh, breaking the skin. Once he was completely inside you, he brought one hand between your bodies and started to rub your clit. “Suguru, please make me feel good. I don’t want to feel any pain.” Your words were barely above a whisper but they reached him perfectly, he wrapped his free hand around you and pressed your chest to his. The pain soon started to dull and he began to thrust into you. Groans and moans filled the church like the harmonies of a choir. Skin slapped against skin in a sinful entanglement and pleasure coursed through your body. You held onto him tightly as he thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hit your sensitive spot with each heavy thrust. “You feel so good, Suguru. I want to experience this with you more and more, I don’t think I’ll be able to go without it for long.” Your words came out in a mix of moans and whines and all he could do was groan in response.

“I love you, Suguru. I love you so much. I never want to part from you again.” You continued to babble and Suguru looked into your eyes. “I love you even more. We will never part again. You will be by my side until hell freezes over and even beyond that.” He kissed you deeply and held you closer to him as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your body tensed against his as another orgasm threatened to approach and he was just as close. His hand between your bodies moved faster against your clit, another surge of pleasure washed over you as you were sent over the edge. Your pussy tightened around his cock and that was enough to trigger his own orgasm. Thick ropes of cum filled you and coated your walls.

You both panted into each other's mouths, heavy breaths replaced all the earlier sounds. Suguru caught his composure first and his eyes lit up as he took in your appearance. “This suits you so much better, my love.” Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his words and you turned your head to follow where his gaze had fallen. Your eyes widened at the sight, your wings had been washed with the same soot that coated his wings. “What?”

It was all you could say as Suguru pulled out of you, a mix of your orgasms and blood coated his cock and he tucked it away. “Now you can see for yourself. You can see the hypocrite he is. You have been nothing but devoted to him and this is what he does to you, this is how he repays you. In the blink of an eye you lose your spot in the heavens and gain entry into hell. This anger that you might feel towards me will soon be replaced by hatred for God, I can guarantee that. I’ve opened your eyes, now you are enlightened, not blinded by whatever bullshit he’s spewed. Now we can be together, now we’ll never be apart. I’m sorry that it had to happen this way but I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to show you. Now come on, I have to welcome you to your new home.”

He carried you off the table and held you close to him while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The thin ice that you had been treading on had finally cracked and now you had to face the consequences but at least you had your lover at your side to keep you from drowning. Maybe he was your salvation in some twisted way but that was something you had to decide. But while God had turned his back on you, you did have to thank him for one thing, you were finally reunited with your love.

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[semisgroupie]

THE WOLF AND THE FOX

stepbro!oliver aiku x fem. reader

wc: 3.4k

warnings: STEPCEST, oral sex (f!receiving), oliver eats it from the back (as he should), unprotected sex, creampie, reader gets a call in the middle of sex and is forced to answer it, spit, spanking (just a couple), possessiveness, virgin reader, corruption, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), manipulation, slight dumbification (kinda)

synopsis: the fox always gets what he wants

a/n: this is for star’s @killsaki family ties collab!! thank you for digging deep and fueling our filthy thoughts and desires

Oliver was a good step brother. He stepped up to the role fairly quickly and did whatever he could to take care of you like an older brother should.

You had been living with him for about 10 months, he insisted on you moving in with him after you graduated college and were looking for work. You jumped at the opportunity, there was no reason why you would decline the offer anyway. But moving in with him had its downfalls.

The main thing was you had to get used to all the women he had over. You knew about how insatiable he was when it came to women. Often hearing about how he broke up friend groups because he ended up sleeping his way through each friend or seeing his swollen cheek or drink stained shirt because he introduced girlfriend 5 to girlfriend 9, thinking it would be a good idea. But it seemed like once you moved in with him, the number of girls he had over increased exponentially. Which only meant you had to hear more arguments, deal with more awkward mornings when his late night lover was in the kitchen eating something of yours, see more drinks dumped on him.

Honestly you held off on putting yourself out on the dating scene because of your step brother’s antics. It made you nervous and even more hyper aware to find the right person to date. But now you think you finally found Mr. Right.

A guy who you used to go to school with, Nio Kazuma. You both had been harboring a little crush on each other while you attended school and after reconnecting, Nio asked you on a date. In your eyes he was just perfect. He was kind, caring, very protective over you and treated you like a queen.

The day finally came for your date and you spent most of the time in your room rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit. In the end you settled on a pastel purple sundress and threw on a white cardigan on top. You gave yourself a final once over in the mirror then left your room. Oliver sat in the living room and looked over at you when he heard footsteps. “Wow, what are you all dressed up for? Having a girls night?”

You shook your head and made your way over to him, “nope! I have a date tonight with this really nice guy. He’s supposed to take me out to dinner then we’re going to a comedy club.” His eyes widened a bit at your exclamation. A date? You’re going on a date? You were never the type to be interested in guys and going out on dates but here you were prancing in front of him with a cute sundress. For some reason he felt this burning sensation in the pit of his stomach and felt it spread through his veins to the rest of his body. He never thought of himself to be the jealous type but he couldn’t fight this feeling crawling up his throat. He had to come up with something quick to deter you from going on this date and the gears in his head quickly started turning.

“A date? Dinner and a comedy show, huh? You know what this guy might want at the end of the night, right?” Your eyebrows furrowed at his words and you shook your head, prompting him to continue with his lie. “Okay, there’s two types of guys, the fox and the wolf. The wolf is very open about their wants and desires and makes everything known, they’re not the guys you should look out for. You need to look out for the fox, they’re more cunning and conniving. They’re methodical and make you think they’re the nice guy but they want the same thing the wolf wants, a one way ticket between your legs.” Your eyes widened at his words and you quickly opened your mouth to defend Nio but Oliver beat you to the punch. “I know what you’re gonna say, ‘but he’s not like that. He’s a really good guy’ I’ve heard the same thing millions of times, I’m just trying to say be careful. You like this guy, so let me help teach you some things that he would like so you don’t embarrass yourself when you’re back at his place.”

Your mind was spinning with all the thoughts that were swarming around. “Come here.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him and you sat down. He turned to face you and leaned in a little closer. “Oliver, what are you going to teach me?” He lifted one hand to caress your cheek and smiled. “Everything you’ll need to know when it comes to please a man. You trust me don’t you? I’ve never led you astray, have I?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and thought about his questions for a moment, while he was the one that made you wary about relationships, he never did betray your trust. He always remained your confidant, your shoulder to cry on, your best friend and your older stepbrother.

“Of course I trust you. You haven’t given me a reason why I shouldn’t trust you.” Your innocent words were like music to his ears. “Good, first thing I’ll teach you is how to kiss. Just follow my lead.” He cupped your cheek and used his grip to pull you closer to him before he finally placed his lips against yours. He could taste the sweetness of your lip gloss and it was already intoxicating. You didn’t know what to do with yourself besides following his lead and once you felt like your lungs were burning, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled away. You panted and looked at his kiss swollen lips, faint traces of your lip gloss coated them. “You’re already an ace, it’s coming naturally to you. But you just need to focus on controlling your breath, what’s best is if you breathe through your nose a little. What’s also best is if you come straddle my lap, I won’t have to worry about losing my grip on the couch and crashing my face into yours.”

You nodded and got up from your space on the couch next to him and straddled his lap. “Ready to try again?” You nodded as he cupped your face again and brought you close to him again, you shut your eyes and his lips were on yours again. This time the kiss was a little rougher, you felt his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance but when you didn’t allow it he snaked his hands down your body and roughly grabbed your ass, making you gasp against his lips. Once your lips were parted for him, he shoved his tongue into your mouth and explored it with the pink muscle. Your hands gripped his shoulders tighter and you whimpered against his lips before he pulled back completely. You felt a fire starting to burn in your loins, it was a foreign feeling but you knew that he had the cure to the ache.

You adjusted yourself on his lap and unintentionally grinded yourself against him, his bulge rubbed deliciously along your covered slit. You let out a soft gasp against his lips and moved to do it again and again. Oliver knew you had no idea what you were doing to him but your little mewls and whines were just driving him insane. He wanted to be patient but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He broke the kiss and squeezed your hips. “Let’s go to your room, wrap your arms around my neck and I’ll carry you there.”

You followed his orders again and he lifted you with ease. You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck as he walked to your room with wide strides. Before you knew it, you were set on your bed. He looked down at you and you looked back up at him, he knew he had to take his time with you and he had to fight every instinct within him to not just pounce on you like a wild beast. “Okay, so we finished the kissing lesson. You’re already a pro but let’s move onto something more fun. I need you to turn on all fours for me.” Just because he knew he had to be slow with you didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge a little.

He watched as you moved on all fours with your ass to him, he moved his hands up your thighs and lifted up your dress so he could see your panties, a cute lavender with a growing wet spot. “So beautiful.” He groaned to no one in particular and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, he slowly pulled them down and let out a guttural groan at the sight of your swollen pussy and the strings of arousal that still connected you to your panties. He barely got the fabric past your soft thighs before he leaned in and licked a stripe along your slit. A whimper left your lips and your hands gripped at your bedsheets. “Oliver, what are you doing now?”

Your voice was just as shaky as your legs and he had to hold back the urge to chuckle. “I’m eating this cute little pussy out, I promise it’ll feel good. Just close your eyes and focus on the feeling.” He pressed a few kisses to the backs of your thighs and trailed them up the curve of your ass before meeting your pussy. His stubble tickled along your skin but another feeling soon overpowered anything and everything else. His broad hands cupped the globes of your ass and his thumbs went to your pussy lips to spread them, he groaned at the sight and saw your virgin hole clench around nothing.

He was salivating at the sight and puckered his lips to spit on your cunt. The action made you gasp, it was so lewd but already felt amazing. He watched the trail of his spit travel down your hole to your clit then leaned in to devour you. He first focused his attention on your clit, flicking the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue before he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking gently. You moaned and mewled his name at all the new sensations that coursed through your body. Your limbs felt like jelly and if it weren’t for his strong hands holding your legs up, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed onto the bed by now. After taking the time to focus on your clit, he brought his mouth up and started circling his tongue around your entrance while one of his thumbs moved to press firm circles onto your clit. Your toes curled and your mouth fell agape, some saliva pooled in the corner of your mouth and started spilling onto the bed, adding new stains to your sheets.

Everything he did just added more and more cotton to your already fuzzy head and you felt yourself succumbing more and more to the pleasure. Your moans of his name grew louder and higher pitched as you felt a knot tighten in the pit of your stomach and it was going to snap any second now. His free hand groped and massaged your ass and delivered a few light spanks to the plush skin. He pulled away from your pussy just for a moment but his thumb continued to rub circles on the swollen bundle of nerves. “Just let go for me, don’t hold anything back from me.” With that he went back to your pussy and pulled his thumb away from your clit to replace it with his mouth. He gave your clit a few harsher sucks and the knot building in your stomach finally snapped. You shut your eyes as your body trembled and you felt some tears prick at your eyes. He continued sucking and licking up everything you had to offer him and only pulled back when you let out a whine of his name.

“Sorry sweetie, you just tasted so sweet. It’s been a while since I tasted a virgin but my cute little step sister has the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” He cooed and helped you roll over onto your back. Your eyes were half lidded as his heterochromatic eyes stared back at you, drinking you in. He leaned down and kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. You lost yourself when his lips molded against yours and let out a little whine when he pulled back.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll give you more kisses. I just want to do something with you. This is the final thing you’ll need to know when it comes to pleasing a man.” He pulled down his pants and boxers and your eyes widened when his cock sprung out. It was thick and looked heavy. “I’m going to go very slow, okay? Just hold onto me and take very deep breaths.” He spit on his hand and used it to lube up his cock before he positioned himself between your already spread legs. He put the weeping tip of his cock at your entrance and gathered some of the slick left behind then started pushing his cock into you.

Your hands flew to the sheets and you gripped them tightly as he started to stretch you out. “Oliver—hurts!” It was all you could cry out at tears gathered at your lash line. His eyes focused on your face and he felt his cock throb. He knew he wanted to take his time with you but you looked so divine and so innocent, he just wanted to ruin you further. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, I’ll give you some kisses to distract you and I’ll rub your swollen little clit, okay?” You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you softly, his hand moved between your bodies and rubbed gentle circles on your clit to try to distract you as he pushed more of himself inside. He continued pushing himself into you until he bottomed out completely.

He lifted his head and broke the kiss to look down at your face, your eyes were watery due to the tears that had been spilling from them and your lips were kiss swollen and parted just slightly. “You look so beautiful like this, I’m glad I’m the one who gets to see you in this state.” Here you were, completely ruined for him.

He waited for a few moments for you to completely adjust around him and once he felt that you had loosened up and relaxed a little, he started thrusting. His thrusts were slow and precise, he took his time, feeling every bump and ridge of your walls. It was like you were made for him and he almost felt like cursing himself for not tempting you sooner. How could he get distracted by other women when you were there? When you were his for the taking the second you moved in with him?

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts your phone started ringing. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at your phone before reaching over to take it off your bedside drawer. “Who’s Nio?” He didn’t stop thrusting into you and you were too immersed in the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls. He shook his head and quickly put two and two together, he figured out that Nio was probably the guy you got all dolled up for. So instead of letting the call go to voicemail, he answered it for you and brought the phone to your ear. “It’s Nio, why don’t you tell him you won’t be able to see him tonight? Actually, tell him you don’t plan on going out with him ever.”

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Nio’s voice pulled you out of your cockdrunk trance and your eyes widened as you tried to bring the phone back to Oliver. He shook his head and smiled sweetly at you, “answer the phone.” You chewed on your bottom lip and finally responded, “sorry Nio, just give me one quick moment.” You muted the phone and looked at your stepbrother, “if I have to talk to him can you please stop thrusting, I can’t focus on anything and I don’t want him to hear anything.”

Oliver laughed and delivered a particularly hard thrust to your g-spot. Your back arched off the bed and you gasped. “Just answer the phone and explain why you’re not able to go out with him.” You unmuted the phone and brought it back to your ear. “Sorry but I won’t be able to go out with you tonight. Something came up.” You covered your mouth to muffle another gasp when Oliver hit your sweet spot and bit down on your bottom lip. “Oh really? Then maybe tomorrow? I just really like you and I want to see you. And are you okay? I thought I heard something.”

Oliver picked up the pace of his thrusts as you tried to come up with some excuse that would sound better than what was actually happening but instead of words, a string of moans and gasps left you. Nio’s eyes widened on the other end of the phone and Oliver leaned down to pick up your phone and brought it to his ear. “Listen, she’s busy right now so why don’t you go find some other girl to take out on a corny little date, instead of my little sister? And if you keep trying, just know that I won’t let anything happen. But I’ll make sure you hear it from her lips instead of mine.”

He brought the phone back to your ear and continued thrusting into you, thrusting harder and faster as the burning pit of jealousy burned through his veins. “Go on and tell him who’s making you feel so good.” You opened your mouth to object but he brought down his free hand and pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “Now tell him that he could never make you feel as good as I make you feel. Tell him that no other man can make you feel the way I’m making you feel. Tell him that you’re all mine.”

You felt the knot from earlier tighten in your stomach and you looked at Oliver with half lidded eyes. He had you and your impending orgasm in the palm of his hand and if you didn’t follow his orders then he’d rip your pleasure away from you. “Only Oliver can make me feel good! Only him and no one else! I’m all his!” He smirked and brought the phone back to his ear, “you heard her yourself, now I have to get back to making her cum and after that I’ll fuck her full of my cum to really mark her as mine.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to the side as he continued his aggressive pace, making the knot that was tightening finally snap.

You moaned out his name and he leaned down to press his lips against yours as he helped you ride out your orgasm. It only took him a few more thrusts before he filled you with his cum. He groaned against your lips and pulled back as the white ropes painted your walls. He slowly pulled out of you once you relaxed around him and laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You leaned into him and traced your fingers along his arm that was draped over your middle. “Did you really mean that? I’m yours now?”

He chuckled and traced small shapes onto your skin as he leaned in close to kiss your cheek. “Of course I did. You’re all mine, if you want to be. I just think that my cute stepsister deserves the best.” His words made heat rise to your cheeks and you nodded. “I want to be yours Oliver but right now I want to sleep too.” He nodded and covered both of your bodies with your comforter.

He continued tracing small shapes onto your skin until he heard your even breaths and smiled to himself. He was more than glad that you didn’t really think too much into his story of the wolf and the fox because if you did, then you’d realize that he was the fox that he warned you about. But he would never give you the time to truly think about the story, how could you really think about anything if he continued to dote on you and give you mind numbing pleasure?

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#blue lock smut #bllk smut #oliver aiku smut #tw:stepcest #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:spanking #tw:spit #tw:virginity #tw:corruption #tw:manipulation #tw:dumbification

[semisgroupie]

THE CHASE

professor!aizen sosuke x virgin!fem.reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: college au, age gap (aizen is in his 40s and reader is 21), virginity loss, oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly possessive aizen, power imbalance, dubcon, slight stalking

synopsis: you make your virgin hunting professor work for what he wants

a/n: this is for my lovely nymph @nymphoheretic’s poppin’ cherries collab!! check out the other links!!

Sosuke could smell virgins from a mile away. Call it his sixth sense but he just knew. Maybe it was due to how many he’s already deflowered over the years. Or maybe it was just obvious.

College is a time for exploration and fun and so many students coming onto campus have this idea in their heads. They want to mix and have a balance of fun and scholarship. Some were a little too desperate than others but they weren’t the ones that caught Sosuke’s attention.

The ones that caught his attention were the shy ones, the ones who never really knew or understood how deprived and depraved they really were. They were the ones that stared at his body a little too long when he wore a particularly tight button up shirt, the ones that always got flustered at the slightest bit of praise for getting a correct answer in class, the ones that were so easy to lure into his office for an “after class discussion”. It was a little too easy how he could lure them in and within an hour their worlds were turned around. From being an innocent, shy virgin they became depraved sluts.

New semesters meant new students to corrupt and Sosuke couldn’t wait.

He normally eyed his next notch in his belt within the first class, it was like they had a blinking billboard above their head with an arrow that said “CORRUPT ME” and how could he ignore that?

Deep down he was a little tired of the constant ease of finding virgins and luring them into the deepest parts of a lust filled hell. He wanted a little struggle, he wanted a thorough chase. He wanted to feel like a lion stalking a gazelle before making the kill. Maybe he will get that this semester. Maybe if he finally got it, he wouldn’t have to look for new prey to satiate his hunger. Maybe he would finally be satisfied.

As everyone started gathering in any hope of a challenge to his usual routine started fizzing out, some of the girls that walked past him had blinking “FUCK ME” signs on their foreheads, others were some that he had already tempted and most likely want a second chance, others just didn’t pique his interest. He leaned on the wooden podium that stood at the head of the classroom and watched everyone come in and take their seats but then you walked in. You looked like you were probably rushing into the classroom, probably woke up late but you still caught his attention. There was a fire burning inside you that he could just sense but he didn’t want to get his hopes up too soon.

As the semester went on, his hypothesis proved right. You were a challenge. You didn’t get as flustered as the other girls whenever he praised you in class but you did stare at his muscles for a little too long whenever he wore a tighter dress shirt. He could practically read your mind as you stared at him but whenever you realized he caught you staring at him, you didn’t flinch or tear your gaze away, rather you stared right back at him. Almost challenging him before he had to break his gaze so he could continue his lesson. Whenever he announced he had office hours, you never jumped at the opportunity. You never accepted the invitation he laid out for you and it frustrated him a little but that just meant he had to try that much harder.

He would admit now that what he was doing was quite creepy.

He was able to convince someone who worked in the admissions office to access your schedule and email him a copy. Once he had that he was able to coincidentally walk by the buildings or the lecture halls you were in whenever your other classes ended. It happened so frequently, you quickly caught on and figured that it wasn’t just some coincidence. But you didn’t even give him the time of day, only offering him a small glance before walking away with your friend.

It was very frustrating but he had some tricks up his sleeve that he knew would work on you. He was going to make you his, even if it was the last thing he did.

He overheard from your friends that you were looking for a work study opportunity or just anything that could keep you busy, but wherever you went there were no openings. Well, it’ll be your lucky day because a new position is opening up with the lovely Aizen Sosuke.

You were sitting on your bed scrolling through your laptop when you saw a notification of a new email. You opened it up and your eyes widened a bit when you saw the subject: PROFESSOR’S ASSISTANT POSITION OPEN. You quickly opened it and looked through the details, only stopping when you saw who the professor was. “Professor Aizen?” From what you’ve heard around campus he was one of the only professors in the English department who never had an assistant. In the back of your mind you wondered if there was a specific reason why he decided to change his mind now but you didn’t dwell on it for too long. You scheduled an appointment with him in the evening after you had him for class.

The next day went by quickly and it seemed like the hours went by even quicker. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t immune to his charms, there were nights where you laid in bed and fantasized about him, there were moments in class where your thoughts wandered but you had to refocus yourself so you could focus on the lecture. Now, you would be in a room alone with him. To say you were anxious wouldn’t even be enough to describe your current emotions.

You held onto the folder that had your resume as you walked through campus to the building where his office was located. You got in the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor and tapped your foot against the ground as it rose through the floors. You were nervous, you tried to do whatever you could to make sure there wasn’t a moment where you would be alone with him but now that you were in a time of need, any caution was thrown to the wind.

You walked through the hall to his office and looked at all the empty offices. It was completely past normal office hours for any professor and then there was a dim light luminating the end of the dim hallway that came from Sosuke’s office. You smoothed out your skirt and knocked on the door that was partially open. “Come on in Y/N.” You took in a deep breath to try to ignore the chill that ran down your spine when he said your name and then walked inside, “close the door behind you.” You did as he said then took the open seat in front of his desk. The top four buttons of his shirt were undone to reveal his chest and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to reveal his toned forearms.

He finished typing away at his computer then turned his attention to you. He adjusted his glasses and took you in, “Did you bring your resume?” You nodded and handed him the little folder you brought with everything you needed. You sat there in silence as he skimmed through the pages, only low hums and paper being sifted through prevented you from sitting there in complete silence. After a few minutes he put the folder down and let out what sounded like a disappointed sigh.

“You have an impressive resume but I don’t know if you’ll be ready for a workload that I have to handle. I mean, what can you do to show that you’re qualified for whatever I'll throw your way?”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, there was no way he could be serious. How was your resume not enough? You worked your ass off to make it look perfect and here he was telling you that it wasn’t. As much as you wanted to tell him off, you had to remind yourself that he was still your professor and you really needed this position. You swallowed your pride for a moment and looked up at him, “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that I’ll be a useful asset.” He raised an eyebrow at your words, for such a smart girl, desperate times really blinds someone.

He pushed his seat away from his desk and stood up, “stand up.” You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, why would you need to stand up? Still, you weren’t really in the place to ask a million and one questions so you did as he commanded. He walked over to you and pulled the chair you were sitting on away. Once it was out of the way he walked around you, his eyes roamed your body and you were frozen in place like a fly that was stuck in a spider’s web. He stuck a hand out when he was behind you and lifted the back of your skirt to see your panties, a pretty pink that contrasted beautifully against your skin. “Cute.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and instinctively you pressed your thighs together, it was a futile effort since he had already seen what he wanted to see. “Lean forward and hold onto the table.” You looked back at him and opened your mouth to protest, “I said lean forward and hold onto the table, you said you’ll do ‘whatever it takes’ to prove you’ll be a useful asset and I expect to cash in on that offer.” You cursed yourself for using the phrasing you did, but you didn’t expect him to take advantage of his position like this. You chewed on your bottom lip as you leaned forward and gripped the edge of his desk in front of you. He flipped your skirt up again and kicked your legs open, making you spread them for him.

You shut your eyes and bit on your bottom lip harder as he kneeled down and placed his hands on your ass. He didn’t really say much as his hands explored your lower half, you just heard little mutters. Then your bottom lip was released from your teeth as you felt something wet lick over your panties. “Mm, I can spot the taste of a virgin from anywhere, even over the soft cotton of your panties.” You gripped his desk tighter and your knees buckled as he repeated the action. “Sir, please.”

“Hm?” He mumbled against your clothed cunt before pulling back, “come on, you’re a smart girl. Finish your sentence.” Just as you thought you had a moment of reprieve, you felt his thick fingers dip under the waistband of your panties and felt them go down your legs until they were at your ankles. You took a deep breath and turned your head as best as you could to get a look at him, his chocolate locks were still in place, excluding the few hairs that framed part of his face, his glasses were placed on the chair you were seated on and his eyes held an indescribable emotion.

“How did you know I’m a virgin?” It was a naive and innocent question that erupted a chuckle from the man kneeling behind you. “I told you, I could taste it. Plus it’s like my sixth sense to know who’s a virgin and who isn’t. From my surveillance of you, you only go out with your female friends and then you’re locked away in your dorm for the rest of the time.” With that he spread you open and dove in, you felt his tongue explore your pussy with such fervor. You had to grip his desk even tighter to prevent yourself from falling to the ground. The sensations were foreign but they brought immense pleasure. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he sucked and licked you thoroughly. The slurps and groans coming from him were beyond lewd and practically pornographic but any embarrassment you felt was clouded by the pleasure you were feeling.

Your legs shook as his tongue explored every fold and crevice and a gasp left you when you felt one of his thick fingers enter you. The stretch was slightly painful but the pain quickly subsided when his lips latched onto your clit. Moans and whimpers of his name left your lips as if you were reciting a prayer, a prayer for more pleasure. A prayer for your new god.

He pumped his finger slowly to get you adjusted to the stretch before he picked up the pace. A faint sound of squelching could be heard through the cacophony of all the other sounds that filled the room and he slowly pushed his second finger in. He knew you would cum soon, he could feel it. These were all feelings you were experiencing for the first time, no matter how many times you pleasured yourself. None of the toys you used or your own fingers could compare to another person’s touch, especially someone as experienced as he was.

His assumption was proved right, your legs shook more and your moans got louder until you let out a cry of his name. Your body shook and he licked and fingered you through your orgasm. You dropped your head on top of the desk and panted as he pulled off you. His face was a mess of your orgasm but it was a mess he’d proudly parade around campus.

“Good girl, that was the first orgasm someone else had given you. Now I’ll give you another but with something else this time. To really show you’re worth filling this position, you need to learn how to take my cock and your first lesson starts now.” His words just filled the space of his office, you were too busy regaining your sense of self in the moment. You slowly lifted your head and looked back at him, his cock was out and it was throbbing. There was no way he could make that fit inside you.

“Sir, it won’t fit. It’s too big.” You took your bottom lip back between your teeth as he chuckled. “Oh dear, don’t you worry. It’ll fit, we’ll go nice and slow.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek before pressing two fingers to your chin so he could tilt your head up to meet his lips. The kiss was soft and slow, you were enveloped in the warmth of it until you felt his cock start to enter you. You broke the kiss and your mouth fell open as you felt each inch slide inside you. You felt like you were being stretched beyond belief but a familiar feeling joined the mix. His fingers rubbed your clit in tight circles which helped aid you in taking a cock for the first time.

His other hand moved to hold onto your waist as he bottomed out. The feeling was beyond pleasurable for him, nothing could compare to the feeling of breaking a virgin. Well, nothing could compare to the feeling of taking your virginity. He worked so hard for this moment and he was going to relish in it for as long as he could. Once he felt you relax around him he started thrusting, the pace was slow at first but then instinct took control and he started snapping his hips into yours. He threw his head back as he heard the lewd snaps of skin on skin with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’ve never had a pussy this good. It’s like you were molded for my cock.” He groaned out as he dug his fingers into the soft skin of your hip. You moaned underneath him, his words just added to the burning in the pit of your stomach. If this was what it was like to get fucked then you’re glad you waited this long, you’re glad he took the initiative and gave you both what you wanted even if you hadn’t realized it.

As he kept thrusting, you felt the familiar feeling build up in the pit of your stomach. You were going to cum again. You were going to cum for him again. But you didn’t need to announce it, not when he knew you were close. All you had to do was focus on the feeling and let it take its course. You moaned out his name and your back arched as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling was even more pleasurable than the first time. He moved his hand from your clit to hold onto you tighter as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. All caution was thrown to the wind now that he was focused on chasing his orgasm. Your pleas of “too much” and “I’m sensitive” only served as background noise as he reached his own orgasm.

He didn’t bother pulling out of you. Why should he? It’s not like this would be the only time he would fuck you, definitely not. He was going to make sure that his cock would be the only one you would take. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you and you let out another moan. He dropped his head on your back as he panted then he lifted himself off you and pulled out slowly. Your legs could barely hold your body up but it was like he could predict every future event as he scooped you into his arms and placed you on the small loveseat in his office. He covered your body with a blanket and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest dear, once I’m done with grading these papers I’ll bring you back to my home. We’ll spend the weekend together and I’ll teach you all your duties as my assistant.”

He watched as your eyes fluttered shut and he fixed himself up. He walked over to pick up your panties, “hm, must’ve fallen off when I brought her to the couch.” He looked at them with a smile and brought the trophy of his conquest to his desk and put it away in one of the drawers. He sat down and looked over at you with a smile, you were sleeping like a baby that had its nighttime bottle. “Fuck, I just love virgins.” But you would be the last virgin notch in his belt, coming across a virgin like you was a rare occasion and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

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part one: the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

vampire!choso x fem.reader

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warnings: death (minor character deaths), blood (consumption), unprotected sex, creampie, choking (non sexual), death threats, oral sex (f!receiving), monsterfucking (since choso is a vampire), virginity, reader is a virgin, age gap (here choso is more than 100 years old), description of a dead body (very brief), choso is very soft and gentle with reader, reader wears a dress, heels and a corset, slight angst, mention of illnesses (to be historically accurate), lots of talk about God, brief mention of satosugu

note: all flashbacks/events in the past are italicized

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Two men sat in the empty space of the large room. Expensive art and furniture was carefully placed to fill some void of the emptiness. A large coffee table sat between the two men, on top there were two mugs, a pile of magazines and a laptop.

“Okay, is there anything you need before we start?” The question was asked by the blonde man at one end of the table, his back was pressed against the cushions of the velvet couch, crows feet decorated the corners of his eyes and wrinkles were deep set on his face.

“No thank you, I had a feeding earlier so I’m full for now.” Now, the raven haired man spoke. He looked no older than 24, his dark hair was tied back loosely and some stray hairs shaped his face, his eyes were dark and empty, his lips were downturned to a small frown.

“It feels cold here,” the blonde placed his hands in his lap, looking around the room. All the windows were covered with blackout shades, no traces of sunlight entered the room and if it weren’t for the lamps and interior lights the room would have been pitch black.

“Do you want me to turn up the heat? The weather is changing, you should have brought something warmer to wear.” The darker haired male stood and just before he could take his first step the blonde male interjected. “No, not physically cold. How can I put this?”

“Just spit it out Kento, you won’t hurt my feelings by being honest. I prefer your honesty more than anything.” Kento nodded and tapped his finger against his chin, trying to find the right words. “It’s funny, I’m a novelist and I can’t even find the right words to put together. What I mean is this room, this entire penthouse is cold. There’s no joy, no warmth, it just feels like a space being put together for the sole purpose of habitation. It’s just a space but not a home.”

The raven haired male chuckled softly and nodded. “You’re not wrong, this place isn’t a home. It was never meant to be a home, I mean I tried to make it as such but seems like I failed with that. But without her, this space will never be a home. Only she could bring the warmth that’s needed, for I can never do that by myself. But, I’ll get more into that once we begin.”

“Fine, let’s start,” the blonde reached into his jacket that was splayed across the arm of the couch and pulled out a tape recorder. He hit the record button and held it to his mouth, “it is September 28th, the year is 2002. My name is Nanami Kento and I am here with,” he leaned in and set the tape recorder on the table, somewhat towards the middle point between them. “Go on and introduce yourself.”

The raven haired male brushed some hairs from his face and crossed one of his legs over the other, “my name is Choso Kamo.”

Nanami chuckled and shook his head, “a man of few words, you haven’t changed much over the years, Choso.” He smiled softly and gripped his mug, taking a sip of the contents inside, “what are you and how old are you?”

“I’m a little over 200 years old, 220 years old to be exact, and I am a vampire. Now, what I will say may seem made up, believe what you want because it is not my job to make you believe me. What my job is, is to tell you my story and since we are good friends, I will tell you every single detail. Don’t worry about me being offended if you need to research anything during our session, I understand so feel free to fact check while I’m here.”

“Thank you for that, so when you’re ready you can start from the beginning. Some of your life before you turned, or when you were turned, just let it all out. The mic is yours.”

Choso nodded and brought his mug to his lips, wetting them before setting it back down. “I was born in the year 1782, in a modest town. I was raised by my mother with a heart of gold and my father who was complete scum. She was always too good for him and deep down she knew it too but would never admit it. You know, when he died I didn’t shed a single tear. I was only 5 years old and not one tear fell from my eyes, my siblings were too young to remember him and it was good that they didn’t. I wouldn’t want them to remember someone like him.” He shook his head at the memory, not wanting to dwell on it further he decided to move on.

“I’m the oldest of four, two brothers and one sister. I think I did a good job as a big brother, I protected them as much as I could and became a father figure to them. I cherished them more than life itself and I still do. I so badly wanted to change them, I wanted to prevent the suffering and impending doom of old age but I could not give this curse to them, it had to be a cross I had to bear on my own. My youngest brother was the one who clutched onto me the most, Yuuji.” A small smile graced his face for barely a second before it fell back to a frown. “He had the brightest eyes and the brightest smile I had ever seen. When he smiled it was brighter than the sun, moon and stars combined. I envied him for that, it was selfish but I couldn’t help it. I had always thought, ‘why wasn’t I gifted with a smile like his? Why couldn’t I be like Yuuji?’ It just wasn’t in the cards for me and that was something I had to, and still, live with to this day.”

He pulled the elastic that held his hair together and let the dark strands fall into their own place. “It pained me the most to see him die, I think I had never cried that much before in my life. I miss him dearly, I still carry a note from him in my wallet. It’s written messily and the paper is on its last leg but I can’t pull myself to part from it. I guess I need it with me, it’s kind of like having him by my side.” He shifts a bit to pull his wallet from his back pocket and opens the black leather up to show the paper, stained from age and wrinkled beyond belief. The words are barely legible due to the messy handwriting and the smudged letters but Kento could make it, “Choso, I thank God every single day that you’re my big brother. I love you — Yuuji.” Kento sat back into place after reading the content of the note aloud, it was like the room grew even colder once the last syllable was spoken. Choso’s face downturned even more as he closed his wallet and put it away.

“But, let me get back to the story before I make this even more depressing,” he sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. “Where was I?” He tapped his finger against the arm of the loveseat he sat on. “Ah, my siblings. So, back home I found and picked up whatever work I could find. Both ethical and not but as long as it meant I was bringing money back home, then I did whatever it took. I never wanted my family to deal with the burden of going hungry, something that many people in my town dealt with. I mean at that time everyone was struggling so I’m not here to make my life sound like a pity story, it’s anything but that. I don’t want or deserve any pity, I just want to share my story.”

He took another sip of the contents inside his mug and set it down. “I had just turned 24 when I was turned into this. It was late and it was a warm Saturday evening. I was with a young girl, who everyone called the town whore, I believe her name was Selene. They said that you could give her a coin off the ground and she would sleep with you. I was a virgin so I was dying to test that theory out, it was wrong of me and it’s sad that only now I could realize that. I wish I could apologize to her for thinking what I thought, to try to make something up to her.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I had taken her out to dinner to be nice and we were walking down a back route back to her home. She lived alone so it would make it easy for me to fuck her without any interruptions but it seemed that the interruption had come before we would even come close to her home. It was a dark path, barely lit by some of the kerosene lamps that were put in front of the homes. She was a few steps ahead of me, leading the way back to her home and I had stopped in my tracks, hearing what sounded like footsteps behind us. When I looked around there was nothing there, or so I thought. She had gone ahead of me, believing I was behind her but I was too distracted by trying to figure out where the sound came from or who it came from. I took a few steps in the direction where I had heard the sound then the next thing I heard was a scream coming behind me, it was quickly cut off and when I turned around Selene was gone. Fear coursed through my veins and I yelled out for her, only to receive no response. I searched for her and then I found her, well her body at least. It wasn’t even that long since I heard the scream but there she was, limp and cold. I kneeled down and my eyes widened at the sight, her skin was extremely pale, her body was drained of its blood to the very last drop. I got up, I needed to get help, I needed to do something but the second my eyes moved from her lifeless body all thoughts left me. I saw him, blood dripped from his chin — let me correct that, Selene’s blood dripped from his chin and he looked at me with a proud smile on his face. Every nerve and synapse in my body screamed at me to run, to get away from him or to just do something but I just couldn’t.”

He shook his head as he recounted the story and Kento leaned in, “if it’s too much for you to recount then we can just move on. You don’t have to relive everything.”

He shook his head and tied his hair back up. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that, that moment was the first time I felt what true fear was like. I have been scared before by minor things but fear is a paralyzing agent, it swarms you and surrounds you like you’re wearing a straitjacket. So I just stood there, waiting for his next move. I couldn’t even ball my fists up to try to defend myself against this monster. I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my neck and squeeze with the force of a hundred men. The oxygen slipped through my lungs fairly quickly then darkness consumed me. When I woke up I was in a tight space, I felt around me and all I felt was fabric. I banged on what I presumed was the roof and after a few hits it opened. I crawled out of the space and once my eyes adjusted to the light I screamed. I was in a coffin and to the left of me was another coffin. I didn’t even know how I got there but I needed to get out. I got to my feet and stumbled out of the room, I went down the stairs and there he sat.”

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Heavy footsteps padded the floor, they were frantic just like he was in the moment. He moved through the unfamiliar surroundings with surprising ease, like he had done this a million times already. Finally he made it down the long flight of steps, seeing the back of a chair and a mess of blue hair. The same mess of blue hair he saw just before he had gone unconscious. Without even turning around, the male sitting down spoke.

“You’re finally awake, you had quite a feeding. I thought I wouldn’t be able to gather enough bodies for you.”

Choso’s chest tightened and the unknown male stood from the chair he sat upon. “I should introduce myself, I’m Mahito, your creator.” Mahito took a few steps closer to Choso and with every step forward, Choso took a step back until he hit the nearest wall.

“What are you talking about? Creator? What is that supposed to mean?”

Mahito chuckled and in a flash he was face to face with Choso, he grabbed Choso’s hand and brought it to his neck. Choso’s eyes widened when he felt two bumps and he snatched his hand away. “What the fuck is that? Give me a mirror, now.”

Mahito shrugged and grabbed a handheld mirror, turning it so Choso could see himself in the small glass.

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“I couldn’t recognize myself, blood stained my face and clothes and there were these two puncture marks on my neck, right at my jugular. If I was holding the mirror then it surely would have fallen to the ground. I was mortified and furious without really knowing the true extent of what this man did to me. I looked like a monster and I didn’t know if I wanted to scream, run, cry or end up doing all three but instead I just stood there, frozen once again. No word could form, my mouth went dry, I couldn’t do a thing. So he just spoke for me, explaining what he did to me and all I could really process was I was made into a killing machine, all to fill an appetite that would never be satiated. He told me that I fed off of 5 people before I passed out, I was in a frenzy. A gluttonous, blood-lust frenzy.” Choso adjusted his position in his seat, a small look of shame panning along his face before it went back to its usual expression. “I hated that I couldn’t remember a thing, I hated that I had killed people but the thing I hated most was the blue headed freak in front of me. I wanted to kill him on the spot but instead I just listened to him as he spoke.”

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“You need to embrace this new life, Choso, you need to embrace this gift I have given you. You’re immortal! And so what if it just costs a few lives here and there?”

Choso scoffed and an expression of disgust graced his features, “I’m not killing people. I’m not embracing this bullshit you call a gift, I don’t want to live forever! I don’t want this.” Suddenly the weight of the word ‘immortality’ hit him. “What about my family? My plan was to grow old with them. I wanted to stay with them until I breathed my last breath.”

Mahito laughed and it made Choso grow furious. “This isn’t a fucking joke! What’s so funny?”

“You’re still so naive, it’s adorable. Your family will still be mortals, they’ll grow old and gray while you’ll look like you’re sipping from the fountain of youth on a daily basis. This is a gift, Choso. You won’t grow old, you won’t have to worry about the weakening of your body that comes with age, you won’t have to worry about your mind going feeble, you won’t have to worry about a single thing. It’s not bullshit, I have given you what other men would kill for. You should be thanking me, you should be praising me like I am your new god, since that is what I am. I have defied all odds known to mankind and now you will join me. So be a good boy and keep listening to me.” One of Mahito’s hands lifted and patted Choso’s cheek condescendingly, like he was petting a fucking dog. Choso pushed the blue haired male’s hand away, his eyes narrowing at him.

“Fuck you. I will never thank you, every single day I live like this will lead to nothing more than a growing pit of hatred. I will outwit you one day and I will kill you, only then would I be satisfied with what you have changed me into.”

Mahito laughed even harder and before Choso could process his movements, Mahito’s hand wrapped around Choso’s neck, squeezing down even tighter than before. “I could snap your neck, boy. You talk too much, that’s what the problem is with people your age. You’ll yap yap yap and then when someone reacts the way you least expect then you get that stupid saucer eyed look on your face. Go on then, try to break from this grasp and kill me.” After a few moments of squirming and trying to fight back Mahito scoffed and shook his head. “So, like I said before, keep your fucking mouth shut and let me speak. You will listen to every single word I say and that is all, if you have questions you will save them until I’m done.” With that he let go of Choso’s neck and moved back to the seat he was previously occupying.

Choso greedily sucked in air, he wanted to retort and say something clever but he knew anything but obeying Mahito would be futile. So, he just sat down across from him, relaxing against the fabric.

“So you can listen and obey, that’s good I’d hate to hurt you.” Mahito crossed one leg over the other and placed his hands on the arm of his chair. “You cannot go out during the day, the sun will be your worst enemy. If you go out during the day then you will burn, like a match to a flame. You can visit your family at night and you need to come back here before dawn. When you feed or have the desire to feed, you need to bring them back here so I can cremate the body, I’m not dealing with police over a few missing people. So now you’re probably wondering why I chose you, I’ll indulge you in that.” He uncrossed his legs and leaned close to Choso. “You’ve intrigued me, Choso. I’ve been alive for over 400 years and I’ve only been this intrigued by two others. Sadly, I had to get rid of them but I don’t think I’ll need to do that with you. You’re already vastly different than they were, so I’m sure you won’t face the same fate they met.”

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“I didn’t need any clarification of what he meant by whatever fate they met. I knew that he killed them, it was just an ominous aura that filled the air. It sent a chill down my spine, the paralyzing agent of fear threatened to fill my nerves but I somehow found a way to push it aside. I was by Mahito’s side for close to one hundred years, he taught me everything I know now but I did go to visit my family at night, they were so surprised when they saw me for the first time since I turned. They thought I was dead.”

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“Choso is home!” Yuuji’s high-pitched voice echoed through the small house. His little feet pat against the floor as he ran to his older brother, jumping into the dark haired male’s arms. The sound of more footsteps followed after, each of his siblings ran to hug him while their mother stood in the doorway. Once Choso pulled away from his siblings to look at her, the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes finally fell.

“Mom, don’t cry.” He walked over and pulled the frail woman to his chest, hugging her like that would be the last time he would be able to hold her so close. She shook her head and held onto him tightly, her sobs racked through her but were muffled by his chest.

“I thought you were dead. The police found Selene’s body and when we told them that you were with her they didn’t even bother to look for you. They just said we should buy a burial plot and bury an empty casket in your memory. What happened? Why were you gone for so long?”

His mother barraged him with questions but he couldn’t answer them, well not truthfully at least. Every question she asked was answered with an already prepared answer, it was like Mahito could read into the future and predict what she was going to ask him. Maybe this was the same procedure he went through with the two people he changed before. He spent the rest of the night holding his family close, enjoying the warmth of their bodies while trying to find something to distract him from the pounding in his head that matched their heartbeats. He could never feed off of his family but he didn’t know if this animalistic instinct within him would make him turn the people he loved most into prey.

Once they were sound asleep he escaped into the darkness of the night, making a silent promise to return every night to see them. He couldn’t leave them behind, he just couldn’t, they were his motivation to try to contain some form of his humanity.

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“Within that year my mother died, she was sick but she didn’t tell any of us since she didn’t want us to worry. My siblings went into the care of my aunt, she was a wealthy woman and she took them in like they were own children. If angels existed then she would have been one of them. I watched my siblings grow up and when they grew older while I didn’t. Which led to suspicions and rumors. So, my visits lessened over the years but I still saw them. I viewed everything from the shadows, I saw all my siblings get married, I saw all the beautiful nieces and nephews they gave me. I only stayed close to Yuuji but I knew he was suspicious of my lack of aging. While he grew gray hairs I stayed with a headful of black hair, he grew wrinkles on his face and there was not a single blemish on mine, he never questioned me. With the joys of life there were also the pitfalls into the abyss. My sister died first, smallpox was the cause of her death. She was only 40, there was so much life ahead of her but it was taken away from her. Then it was my brother, her twin who died next. His cause of death was scarlet fever, he was only 55. Then came the day that I dreaded most, the day Yuuji died.”

He took in a deep breath and Kento looked up at him, over the rims of his glasses. “Take your time, I know this is going to be difficult for you. If you’d like we can take a break, you can gather yourself and then we’ll continue.”

Choso nodded and Kento stopped the recording. “Thank you Kento.”

“There’s no need to thank me, you’re a friend and I’m not going to force you to speak when you’re not ready.”

It was only a 10-minute break, giving Kento time to use the bathroom and refill his drink while Choso stood by one of the many bookshelves in the penthouse. He wasn’t looking for a book in particular, he just needed to try to distract himself momentarily. After the 10 minutes had passed, both males returned to their seats. Choso gave a curt nod to Kento to signal he was ready and the recording was started again.

“Yuuji died of old age, the bastard even died with a smile on his face. I was at his bedside the entire time, holding his hand. It killed me to see him like that, I should’ve been in his place, he should��ve been the one that was given the chance to see me get old. On his deathbed he finally asked what I did to keep looking young and I told him the truth. He just laughed it off and that was when he took his final breath. He died laughing, something he always did.” Choso lifted one of his hands to wipe at his eyes, Kento’s eyes widened slightly to see the tears that escaped his eyes weren’t like water but they were tears of blood. “That day was one of the days I cried the most. I held his body close to me and wailed like a baby, my heart had shattered. I was alone, I had no family, my nieces and nephews knew nothing about me. Even Mahito had left the day Yuuji died. I went back to the home we shared and I saw the note atop my coffin. After I had read it I ripped it to shreds so I cannot tell you the exact details. I believe that he had stated that he needed to move on, I believe he had found a lover or someone that intrigued him more than I did. The thing that’s odd is while I hated him, I missed his presence, I missed hearing his hearty laughter, I missed his little tantrums whenever he lost at a game of chess. I missed him. The anger and hatred turned into longing and even now I still think of him from time to time. I hope he’s okay, hopefully he’s still alive but if he’s not then may God be pleased with his soul. To pass the time I would just wander around at night and find the worst of the worst to feed upon, men who I knew were abusive to their family, drunkards that harassed women, whatever would make me feel better about killing.”

Choso checked the watch on his wrist and clasped his hands together. “Are you hungry? It’s getting pretty late and knowing you, I’m sure you’ve only had one meal today.”

Kento paused the tape again and nodded, “you actually cook? No offense but the last time you made a meal, you almost burned everything down.”

Both men chuckled and Choso shook his head, “there’s no need for me to cook or to hone in my cooking skills. There is a perk to living in a city like this one.” He stood and took out a handful of takeout menus, “here, take your pick and it’ll be my treat, for old time’s sake.”

After 30 minutes both men were sitting at Choso’s dining room table, in front of Kento sat his meal and in front of Choso sat a bowl of blood. “What’s going on in your life Kento? How’s your lady?”

Kento chuckled and held up his left hand, a wedding band on his ring finger. “We’re still in our honeymoon stage, you know, still lovey dovey, can’t keep our hands off each other, everything is just perfect. We got married almost 6 months ago, I would’ve invited you but it was in the middle of the day, I can’t imagine how difficult it would’ve been to explain why you’re burning up.”

Choso nodded and shook his head, sipping the blood off the spoon he held in his hand. “No worries, I’m glad to see you all settled down, happy. I wouldn’t wish for anything more for you Kento, you’re a good guy and I told you this when we first met 20 years ago, you deserve to be happy and have love in your life.”

The men continued to chat until they finished their meals, “okay, since we’re done eating, we could finish up the session for today. Unless you have anything else you want to say.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to end today’s session with just talking about Mahito. I want to talk about her, well if I were to say everything then we’d be here all month long but I want to talk about the first time I saw her.”

Kento nodded and stood up to throw his garbage away and both men went back to their original seats. “Whenever you’re ready.” Kento leaned forward and pressed record again before settling back.

“The year was 1899, I moved from my little town to one of the bigger cities that were closeby. At the time I was a tailor, when I was younger I learned how to sew and stitch things together from my mom and would often adjust my siblings' clothes so it just turned into a profession. A lot of the people that came into my little shop were wealthy and I was invited to one of the biggest celebrations in the city. It was a party to celebrate the end of the century and if only I knew then what I know now, that party would lead to another life changing moment.”

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You sat in front of your mirror while your mother styled your hair. “Do I have to attend this party? It’s just another year, there’s nothing that special about it.” Your comment earned you a flick to your ear and a glare from your mother through the mirror.

“Don’t say things like that Y/N. As my daughter, you need to show face to this event and Satoru will be there.” You rolled your eyes and quickly lifted your hands to cover your ears when she went to flick them.

Satoru had been your friend since you two were babies and from that moment your parents tried to arrange a marriage between you two. You loved Satoru but only as a brother, plus his heart belonged to another, a young man that apprenticed under the local carpenter. Their relationship would be frowned upon by everyone so they had to see each other in secret. It pained you to see them keep their love hidden but there was nothing you could do.

“I know Satoru will be there but I’m not going there for him. I’m only going so you won’t rip my ears off.”

The hours flew by quickly and before you knew it your carriage pulled in front of the Astor’s home, a lavish mansion. Music poured through the open windows and doors and you could hear laughter erupting from the inside. You walked inside with your mother and she instantly parted from you once you two crossed the threshold of the mansion. You looked around and saw Satoru waving his arm, his lover standing next to him. Your heels clicked along the floor as you approached them and Satoru wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t look so pitiful already, you just got here. Put a smile on your face and enjoy the night! Who knows, you might find the perfect suitor.”

You rolled your eyes and jabbed your elbow into his ribs, making him whimper in pain. “I’m only here because my dear mother dragged me here. You sound just like her too, it makes me sick.”

Satoru’s eyes widened and his lover’s hand was placed gently on his shoulder. “You know she’s independent, I’d be surprised if she ever gets married.”

You looked over and narrowed your eyes at the dark haired male. “Shut it Suguru. Anyways, don’t you two have something to do? Like busying yourselves instead of bothering me?”

They laughed and after a few drinks they did exactly that. You leaned against the wall and watched as everyone danced the night away. You sipped the rest of the contents in the glass you had and looked around to see if there were any servants around.

“Looking for this?” You jumped at the voice and quickly turned to face who owned it. Your eyes scanned up his body and slightly widened when you made eye contact with him, a soft smile was on his lips and he held out one of the glasses in his hands. You set your empty glass on a table and you took it from him.

“Thank you Mr.—”

“Please just call me Choso, there’s no need for formalities.” You nodded and repeated his name before taking a sip of your drink. “I’m Y/N.”

You stuck your hand out to him and he took your hand in his and gingerly pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Heat bloomed in your face at the small gesture and you slowly pulled your hand away. He was insanely attractive, his dark hair was pushed back slightly but some hairs framed his face, his eyes were piercing like they were seeping into your soul, his lips were the perfect shade of reddish-pink, his cheekbones and jaw looked like they were chiseled by the gods. You had to force yourself to look away or you would’ve spent the rest of the night staring at him.

“Do you go to celebrations like these often?” He leaned in a bit to your ear as the crowd of people dancing grew louder and the closeness only flustered you further.

“Only because my mother drags me here, she’s the one in the red dress dancing with the governor.” You lifted your hand and pointed in the direction of your mother, dancing a bit too close to the governor. He chuckled and nodded. “Did you get dragged here by anyone?”

You looked up at him and your breath got caught in your throat at the closeness, you pressed yourself against the wall more but it didn’t change how close you two were. “No, I was invited by the hosts of the party. I’m their tailor so as a thanks I was invited.”

He looked down at you and another smile graced his lips, “sorry darling, I didn’t realize how close I was.” He pulled back a bit and you wanted to pull him even closer.

After a few minutes of small talk, he learned you had recently turned 23, had no siblings, and learned about your mother’s mission in finding a man for you.

“Well, do you think a dance would shut her up?”

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his question and he took your hand in his, walking with you to the dance floor. “I’m asking for a dance.”

The heat rose to your cheeks and remained there as he pulled you close to him, one of his hands firmly grasped yours and the other was placed gingerly on your hip. He led you as the music played but it served as background noise, the pounding of your heart taking the mainstage in your eardrums. You had never felt this way with a man before but something about him was just alluring. He told you about some of his life but he still had the mysterious aura surrounding him. You wanted to know him, you wanted to spill all your secrets so you could make room for whatever secrets he held. The mysterious tailor began stitching your heart to his.

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“I know the concept of falling in love at first sight might seem like a myth but when I saw her I felt our souls begin to intertwine in a dance of love. Call me cheesy but that’s how she makes me feel, even now after all these years this stupid lovesick smile finds its way on my face. I guess that’s the power of love. A power that supersedes anything and everything.”

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As the song came to an end, he moved his hand up from your hip to the middle of your back and dipped you back. A light giggle fell from your lips and it was as if the invisible string between you two was pulled. He licked his lips and closed the distance between you two and placed his lips against yours. You easily melted in the kiss and you held onto him tighter. He pulled you back up while your lips were still interlocked and only then he broke the kiss. Every nerve in your body tingled and your heart thumped in your chest even harder. Your eyes bore into his and you found yourself leaning in for another kiss, which he granted.

His lips were soft and molded into yours as if they were meant to be there. He pulled you closer to him and only pulled away from you when there was an obnoxiously loud comment from a guest nearby, “get a room!” He chuckled and took one of your hands in his, “what do you say? I’m sure there’s a spare room around here.” Words failed to leave your throat and all you could do was nod. “Perfect.”

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“I felt excited and nervous as we started ascending the stairs, like I was a fucking virgin again. Before her I had indulged in sins of the flesh, a sinful dance filled with heavy breaths and pants with beautiful women before I turned them into my meal but I had never felt nervous. With them it was just nature acting but with Y/N, I had this unknown pressure on my shoulders. Can you believe it? Someone like me, a man who has killed others, wass nervous about taking a girl to a private room. With every single step I took, it was like more butterflies filled my stomach, I couldn’t even imagine how she felt.”

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You followed him up the stairs to the top floor, your body vibrated with excitement and nerves. Once you two were away from the steps and he started looking for an empty room. Just as he jiggled the fourth doorknob to check if it was occupied you saw the hosts of the party from the corner of your eye. Mr. Astor approached you two with a drunken smile on his face while Mrs. Astor giggled.

“You two looking for a room?”

Choso quickly looked over with wide eyes, ready to apologize for something he hasn’t even done yet but Mr. Astor beat him to it. “Don’t apologize, you’re young, you’re supposed to have fun at parties. Here,” he dug a key out of his pocket and placed it in your hand. “This is the key to the second biggest bedroom here, not even our family sleeps there when they come over. Enjoy yourselves and don’t worry about being loud.” He winked at you both and walked with Mrs. Astor down the stairs.

You looked down at the key in your hand then up at Choso, just as you were about to open your mouth you heard the footsteps approach you two again. Mrs. Astor rested her hand on your shoulder and pointed to the other end of the hall. “Sorry, James forgot to tell you where the room is. Just go down the hall and it’s at the end of the pathway. Have fun, the night is long!” She pressed a kiss to your cheek and went back down the stairs to her awaiting husband. Your attention went back to the key then back to Choso. You two stood there for a few moments and you broke the silence.

“Should we go?” He leaned in and cupped your face to pull you in for another kiss, it took your breath away in an instant and it gave you the answer you were searching for without him saying a word. He pulled away and started leading you down the hall, you clutched his hand tighter as the distance between you and the door grew shorter. The reality of what would happen once you two were inside the room hit you all at once. You were consumed by your thoughts and didn’t even realize you two were standing in front of the door.

“Y/N? I need the key to open the door.” You nodded and handed him the key, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. He quickly got the door unlocked and walked with you inside. You looked around the room while he locked the door and then felt his arms loosely wrap around your middle. “Talk to me, if you want to leave or if you want to change your mind just tell me and I’ll understand.”

You turned around in his hold and looked up at him, meeting his warm eyes and soft smile. You felt like you wanted to pour your heart to him, let him know every doubt that weighed on your mind about not just this situation but about everything. “I’ve never been intimate with someone before.” You expected him to be shocked, to pull himself away from you so he could find someone else more experienced but he just stood there, even holding you tighter.

“That’s okay, beautiful. I would love to be the first person you’re intimate with. Let’s just take this slow and then we can see what you’re most comfortable with doing. I only want you to be comfortable and I want you to enjoy this.” With that he leaned in closer to close the distance between you both and captured your lips in his. He moved slowly, as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of your lips against his. You two stood in the middle of the room, kissing, and his hands remained on your waist, not moving from their position. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him as your lips danced against each other. The thumping from the music reverberated through the floor you two stood on and he pulled back slightly, “let’s go to the bed, your feet must be hurting in those heels.”

It was only when he brought it up, was when you felt the slight ache in your feet. “Yes please.” He brought you to the bed and lifted your legs on his lap once you were both seated, his hands were gentle and his touches were light as he took off your shoes. He hooked his hand under each ankle and brought them up to his lips to gently press a kiss to your ankles. Your face heat up at the action, no one has ever been that gentle with you, not even the men that were trying to court you, but this stranger was treating you like porcelain. He glanced over at you and pulled you closer to him, making your legs dangle off his lap as he met you in another kiss. The kiss was slow again but you wanted more. You pressed yourself into him more, hoping that it would be enough for him but it wasn’t. He gently squeezed your waist as some sort of warning to slow you down. You did it again but were met with the same reaction. You tried it for the third time but this time he pulled away.

“I want more Choso, please give me more.”

He obliged and pulled you back in without a word, the kiss this time was hungrier, filled with desire and passion that made a fire burn within you. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and his hands moved to your hips, squeezing it a bit harder to make you gasp, taking advantage of it when you did. His tongue entered your mouth and licked along yours, it was a very foreign feeling but it made your mind cloudy nonetheless. His tongue continued to explore your mouth and your hands clutched at his shirt tightly, he was skilled with his mouth beyond belief and just kissing him made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

He broke the kiss so you two could catch your breath and one of his hands wandered up to the back of your corset. “May I take this off you? I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be.” You nodded and he stood up to move behind you, his fingers carefully undid the knots and ties then tossed it to the side. He leaned in and kissed your neck, a breathy whimper fell from your lips as he kissed along the expanse of it and a breathy moan fell from your lips when you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin. You were too blissed out to notice how sharp his canines became, how his eyes changed to a glowing burgundy showing his bloodlust. He moved back and tried to calm himself and had to think of what he could do to make sure you didn’t turn around.

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“What could I have said if she turned around? ‘Sorry sweetheart but I’ve been alive for over a hundred years but still look 24. Still want to fuck?’ I didn’t know how she would’ve reacted and I know you’re wondering but no, I didn’t bite her. I’m surprised I was able to control myself so close to her pulse point but I found a way to restrain myself. Maybe it was some unspoken effect she had on me, maybe it was God finally on my side, who knows.”

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He somehow evened his breathing and his fingers danced along the buttons of your dress. “You can take it off, please take it off.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you couldn’t speak any louder than that in fear of sounding too desperate. He slowly undid each button and leaned in to kiss down your spine, it sent chills across your body. “You’re so beautiful, absolutely stunning.” Once he reached the last button he lifted his hands and slid the dress off your shoulders only to lower it so he could expose your chest. Your nipples hardened at the exposure and your hands instantly moved to cover yourself but he moved quicker. “Don’t hide from me, you’re too beautiful to be hidden.” He pressed a kiss to each shoulder then moved to sit in front of you.

His eyes widened as he saw your chest exposed to him and the longer he stared, the more you wanted to crawl into a hole. “Choso, please do something.” He chuckled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” He tilted your chin up and leaned closer to kiss your neck while his hands moved to cup your breasts. His movements were slow and calculated, he kissed along your pulse and gently sucked on the skin while his fingers pinched at your nipples. You arched your back into his touch and rolled your head back. “Choso.” Your moans were breathless but he wanted to hear you more, he was greedy for any possible sounds you’d make.

He moved down and pressed chaste kisses along your collarbones then moved down your chest until he reached your breasts. He focused his attention on one while his fingers absentmindedly teased the other. His tongue was warm and wet against your skin as he licked along your breast, circling around your nipple before he latched on. He started with gentle sucks and your hands flew to the bed, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists to ground yourself. After a few minutes he switched breasts and his eyes were trained on you, watching how your eyes fluttered shut and how your mouth fell open.

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he needed more.

He unlatched from your breast and placed his hand on your shoulder, “lay back, I want to make you feel even better.” You nodded and leaned back until your head was against the arrangement of pillows. He pulled down your dress and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear to join your dress until any clothes were off your body. He tossed them to the side so they could join your corset and he laid down between your legs, gently spreading them to make space for his broad shoulders. His mouth watered at the sight of your slick folds, he licked his lips and leaned in close enough to gently blow air on your twitching clit.

“Ah, Choso.” He glanced up at you and a smile grew on his face, the more flustered you got the more beautiful you became to him. Like you were sculpted from God’s hands. He pressed a kiss to your clit and kept his eyes on you as his hands moved to hold your legs apart. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing, I’m here. If it’s too much, just grab my hair.” You nodded and took your bottom lip between your teeth, anticipating his next move. He flattened his tongue and licked along your slit, he repeated the actions a few times and he already felt drunk off your taste. “The sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned against you and spread your legs more.

You writhed with every flick of his tongue and every suckle on your clit. Your back arched off the bed and one of your hands gripped a handful of his hair while the other held onto the sheets. “Choso, it feels too good. You feel too good.” The feeling of him devouring you was better than anything you could imagine. He was beyond skilled and could easily make you crumble. He slowly dipped his tongue inside you while his nose nuzzled against your clit, your moans of his name turned into cries but all his senses were numb, the taste of you was all he could experience. He didn’t even realize you were cumming until he felt your walls contract around his tongue. He helped you ride out your orgasm and pulled back slowly, his face was coated in a mix of your cum and his saliva.

You panted and he brought his hand down to gently cup your sensitive pussy. “I know, I know it’s very intense. I just got so wrapped up in you I just couldn’t help myself. Are you okay?” You slowly lifted yourself up into an upright position and pulled him close, “I feel amazing, all thanks to you.” You pressed your lips against his and he brought his hands to cup your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You gasped against his lips as the taste of yourself flooded your tastebuds. He pulled away and smiled, “do you want to do more?”

“I want you to take my virginity, I want you to be my first.” He pulled you back to him and groaned against your lips, his cock throbbed in his slacks, dying to be let out of its constraints. This time you broke the kiss and peppered kisses along his jaw, your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt as you mimicked his actions from earlier. Every single button you opened was followed by a kiss along his skin, his broad chest was exposed to you and your hands dragged along his abdomen, tracing the defined muscles with your fingers, feeling how they twitched underneath your fingertips. Your hand continued to travel south until you reached his belt, you undid it slowly, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to but he just watched you. He shrugged his shirt off and tossed it to the side to join the pile of your clothes, you tossed his belt then moved to undo his slacks, your hand gently grazed his bulge and he let out a low groan. “Sorry.” You didn’t know what to say at the moment so an apology was what popped into your head first.

He lifted your chin with one of his hands to make eye contact with him and you were met with another one of his warm smiles, “don’t apologize, I enjoy feeling your hands on me. It’s like I’m being grazed with silk, how about I handle the rest of this?” You nodded and he stood, he shimmied off his pants and underwear and your eyes widened at the sight of him in front of you., in all his naked glory. He looked even more handsome than before when he was fully clothed, your breath hitched as your eyes scanned his body, following every bump and ridge until your eyes flickered to his throbbing dick. It easily was one of the largest things you’ve seen and it was just as pretty as Choso.

He stepped closer and leaned in close to you, “we can stop here if you’re nervous, we don’t have to continue. I promise you won’t hurt my feelings. I’m just glad I got to make you feel good.” He pecked your lips gently and once he pulled away, you reached your hand out to try to wrap your hand around his cock. “I want this, I want you Choso. Don’t you want me to feel good? Only you can do that.” His eyes widened and followed your hand, watching how you could barely wrap it around his thick length.

He kissed you again and positioned himself between your legs while he pushed you back against the bed. “I can’t say that this won’t hurt because it will, but I promise to do whatever I can to make sure it doesn’t hurt you too much. If you can’t handle it, let me know and I will stop.” You nodded and spread your legs for him while he spit on his hand and lubed up his cock with it. He glanced over at you as he moved to line up with your entrance and took one of your hands, interlocking your fingers together. “I’m here for you, just squeeze my hand okay? I want to take care of you.”

He moved the head of his cock through your folds to gather some of your wetness on it before he started pushing in. He sucked in a breath as his cock started infiltrating your walls, slowly deflowering you. He slowly pushed until the head of his cock was inside you and the hand that wasn’t held by yours moved down to rub your clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves gently while his hips remained frozen, only when he noticed you weren’t so tense was when he started moving again.

He repeated the process going inch by inch until he was half way inside you. He moved his hand from your clit to caress your cheek and wipe away the tears that had pooled, “how are you feeling? Do you want me to stop?” Yes, it was painful but you couldn’t let him stop. You needed more, you needed to feel him fully. So you shook your head no. “I don’t want you to stop, I want you to keep going. Please keep going.”

His hand went from your cheek to your clit and started rubbing it again. He continued pushing in slowly until he bottomed out, a small whimper left your lips and he leaned down, his hand still holding yours tightly as he peppered kisses along your face, kissing your tears away each time his lips were near your eyes. “I promise that you won’t cry anymore, this will be the last time I’ll make tears fall from your eyes.”

He continued peppering kisses along your face while you adjusted to him and after a few minutes you were ready. “You can move now Choso. You can move your hips, I’m ready.” He nodded and pressed his lips against yours as he started with shallow thrusts. You whimpered against his lips and his fingers were pressed firmly against your clit. Your free hand moved up to grab his shoulder, lightly digging your nails into the skin which made him groan against your lips. He continued with shallow thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm you unless you were ready for more.

“Choso,” you mumbled against his lips before breaking the kiss, “you can go faster, please go faster.” The pain still lingered but as he started thrusting faster, it soon started to subside until it was completely replaced by pleasure. You thought his mouth was amazing but you didn't know how to describe the feeling of his cock massaging your walls, it was heavenly. His face was centimeters above yours and his dark locks acted as a curtain, covering your blissful expressions from the outside world and saving them for him. “You’re perfect, so beautiful and so perfect. You’re irresistible, thank you. Thank you for letting me be the first to see you like this.” He pressed his forehead against your and moved his hand from your clit to your ass, gripping the flesh tightly as he lifted your hips a little higher.

The slight change in the angle made you gasp and shut your eyes. Your nails dug into his shoulder more as he hit this spot inside you that made your toes curl. “Don’t stop, I feel the tightening in my stomach again! Please don’t stop.” Your words came out between bated breaths and moans of his name. “I’m not stopping beautiful, I’m not gonna stop, I promise.” He kept true to his word, continuing to thrust into you while your walls gripped him tighter and tighter. You held onto him tighter and cried out as the knot within you finally snapped, your eyes shut and your mouth fell open with cries of his name tumbling out. It was like time froze in the moment and his eyes scanned over your features, trying to print them into his brain. If he were to die then this would have to be the last thing he saw to properly die a happy man.

His hips moved on their own, driven by animalistic lust while his mind was distracted by how you looked underneath him. Strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty skin and wet plaps of his hips against yours filled the room. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Fuck!” A guttural groan left him as his cock twitched inside you, he didn’t have enough time to pull out before his cum filled you, painting your insides white. He panted and rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, “that…was…perfect.” It was all you could say, any other thought or comment wouldn’t have been sufficient.

You had never dreamt of what it would be like to lose your virginity, you never dreamt of a man sweeping you off your feet but this moment, this man above you was what dreams were made of.

He lifted himself up a bit and slowly pulled out of you before laying beside you. “I didn’t want to crush you.” He chuckled and pulled you in to kiss you, it was a soft kiss, slow and filled with passion. Once it was broken you rested your head on his chest and felt your eyes grow heavy. Your hands were still interlocked and neither of you wanted to sever this tie. It didn’t take long for exhaustion to hit you and once Choso lifted his head to check on you, you were fast asleep. He chuckled and caressed your cheek, “get some rest sweet girl, may this new century be filled with something new for us.”

In the middle of the night Choso slipped from your grip and made his way to his home, to his coffin. He wanted to stay with you and had to fight his instinct to stay with you but he needed to survive. He needed to survive for you.

When you had awoken he was gone, you wandered around the room and found no trace of him. You would’ve thought your night with him was a dream if it wasn’t for the dull throbbing between your legs. As you went back to the bed you found a note on the nightstand that read:

“I’m sorry I had to leave you, it pained me so much to do so but I’d love to see you again. Meet me in the town square by the fountain today after sunset. You don’t need to wear specific attire for anything would look marvelous on you. I hope to see you then. — Choso”

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“I felt something that was foreign to me when I was with her. I was nervous, scared and excited all in one. I knew something was going to change in my life but I wasn’t sure what it would be just yet. I had just spent a few hours with her and I immediately wanted to spend my eternity with her. Sounds quite absurd, I know but my heart was speaking for me in the moment and it led me to her. Maybe I could thank Mahito for changing me, if he didn’t then I don’t think I would’ve met her and I wouldn’t be here today to reflect. I’d like to end our session today with that.”

Kento nodded and stopped the recording then chuckled as he stood and put the recording device away. “Nice way to finish the session, you getting laid.” The men chuckled and Kento adjusted his jacket then made his way to the door with Choso following behind. Once they made it to the door Kento turned with a playful smile on his face, “tell me this before I leave, did she meet you?”

Choso placed his hand around Kento and opened the front door, leading him out. “I’ll tell you in a few weeks, get home safe Kento.”

Kento sighed and walked out the door, “fine, I’ll see you in a few weeks. I’ll tell my wife you said hello.” Choso nodded and waved him off, once his blonde hair was out of sight he shut the door and walked back into the emptiness.

He tidied up a little then made his way to grab a book from the bookshelf, his fingers traced over the cover and a sad smile spread across his face. “This was your favorite book, always read it when we were together.” He held the book to his chest and walked into his bedroom, he looked at the painting by his bedside and wiped at his eyes then laid down, opening the book to where his bookmark was placed and read until he fell asleep.

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[dearbraus]

Starring; Eren Jäger ft Zeke Jäger.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + gn reader + stepcest + handjobs + virgin eren + praise + dick-in-a-box 

Wordcount; 4.2k

Note; Welcome to the first part of my miniseries! Part two is already in the works and you can find the masterdoc here with all the information you’ll need. This was previous written for a collab with the theme focusing on porn troupes hence the slightly cheesy tone but I hope you enjoy!

The worst part of summer break wasn’t the looming threat of heatwaves or leaving your friends, it was having to pack up your dorm and move back home for four months. It was a small price to pay for having both your rent and tuition covered by your ‘generous’ step-father. Though you were sure it was just Grisha’s way of buying your mother's forgiveness after allowing his thirty-year-old son Zeke to move in after refusing to be a part of the wedding party and blowing it off altogether. It wasn’t that you hated your hometown or the people who occupied it, rather you hated what it meant to be living at home with them. Remarried just two years after ending things with your father, your mother moved in her new boyfriend Grisha Jäger and his son Eren who was your age after three short months of dating. You were happy that she was happy but everything happened so quickly, it was hard to keep up most days when you were in the midst of your first semester of university. Each time you returned home for the holidays you found your house less like your home and more like someone else's.

Living on campus or even renting a place nearby meant you would have been spared the torture that was your newly blended family. But life never seemed to go in your favour and now you were forced to play nice with your new brothers Zeke and Eren.

It wasn’t horrible at first. Zeke was likable in his own way, never one to speak out of turn at the dinner table or strike up a conversation with someone who clearly had no interest in forming a relationship. He stayed out of your hair for the most part. Zeke was thirty years old, with no need to listen to the qualms of a twenty-year-old undergraduate student. If he wanted to hear someone bitch about their tenured professor he’d indulge his students during his office hours. It was his younger brother Eren who drove you up the wall with his mere presence. Headstrong and as stubborn as a mule; Eren Jäger was quite possibly the most insufferable person you had ever met. The two of you disagreed on nearly everything, an argument brewing the moment the sparks of conversation bubbled up between the two of you. It made each and every meal shared together uncomfortable and the weekly family movie nights unbearable. The two of you were like a pair of children when you were together, stomping and throwing a fit like two petulant children in desperate need of discipline. But you weren’t children, not anymore and no one found these little tantrums cute aside from Zeke. He found the hatred amusing, kicking back on the lounge chair to watch the show unfold. It always ended the same way with the two of you storming into opposite ends of the house, obviously slamming the doors shut with an overzealous vigour.

Most evenings you felt regret. But it soon left you the minute you saw Eren’s face once more.

You didn’t want to impede on your mother’s happiness but it felt impossible to exist peacefully with your newly blended family when you were given the tall task of befriending someone as heinous as him. Your one respite in this all somehow sprouted in the form of Zeke. It was after one particular fight that ended with your drink poured into Eren’s lap and your mother's favourite checkered tablecloth stained with the expensive bottle of wine Grisha insisted on opening. Out of all the house's occupants, it was Zeke who came to check in on you. Not your mother and certainly not Eren who decided it was a good idea to pray upon your weakness in a pathetic attempt to knock you down a few pegs. Instead, it made him look like the asshole and it brought you closer to his brother than he could ever dare to dream.

“I swear to God I’m gonna murder him one day!” you shouted, dropping onto Zeke’s bed with a huff of annoyance, “You’re going to have to help me bury the body,” you craned your neck to get a look at the other man, “You have no choice but to be my accomplice because this is becoming not so hypothetical anymore!”

Zeke chuckled the golden rays of the sun casting a warm glow upon his blonde hair. The thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose slipped down the slope as he racked through his dresser drawer. The minute you stepped into his room was the minute you allowed yourself to dump out all of the frustrations you attempted to bottle up for the sake of your mother. Zeke was a fantastic older brother and so he didn’t mind lending you his ears or even his shoulder whenever you just had too much of his little brother. Grabbing his pillow from underneath your head, you pressed it against your face to muffle the groan of frustration that ripped through you. Traces of his shampoo, cologne and the faintest traces of smoke that clung to the cotton of his pillowcase mingled with his natural musk; it invaded your senses the longer you held the pillow to your face, the smell oddly pleasant. You couldn’t help but inhale deeply to gulp down the odour in the hopes to imprint it in your mind.

“What did he do this time?” Zeke questioned, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat next to you, “Hm? Did he piss in your cornflakes? Or I dunno, look at you funny.”

Forcing yourself to sit upright you pouted, “Ha-ha Zeke you’re so hilarious,” you grit, swatting him away as he leans his weight against you, “If you must know; Eren decided to invite all of his friends over tomorrow night.”

He raises his eyebrows at you in expectancy, waiting for you to elaborate further.

“Also known as the night before my big interview!”

Zeke still wears a dumbfounded expression as you throw your hands up in exasperation. Your shoulders drop forward as you deflate, “In two days I have a job interview,” you huff, “I swear I told you this the other day and listed that as the reason I couldn’t come to your nerdy event thing.”

“You mean my summer seminar?” he asks, a triumphant grin growing, “The one I’m hosting at your university?”

Snapping your fingers you nod your head, “Yeah that!” you exclaim, “The one I can’t attend because I have an interview!”

Dropping your head on his shoulder, your pout deepened into a frown. You wanted to attend his seminar despite having no interest in his field of study, you did however have a budding interest in him; Zeke Jäger. He is an enigmatic man and sharing your home with him did nothing to quell the hundreds of burning questions that lingered in the back of your mind. Your first impression of him may have been sour but Zeke proved to be worth more than you originally assumed.

“I remember,” he muttered, pursing his lips at the memory, “I still think you should call off the interview,” he hums, “There are thousands of other minimum wage jobs out there but this is your only chance to learn from me.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a snort, “Learn from you? We live in the same house Zeke, I’m sure some of your genii will rub off on me,” shaking your head you take a breath, “This isn’t just a minimum wage job it’s this fancy house-sitting gig for some guy named Levi Ackerman,” grabbing his shoulder you shake it in excitement, “He’s willing to pay me three grand for a week of work and I’ll be able to get out of the house!”

“What do you even need the job for?” his fingers wrap around your wrist, plucking your hand away from him, “If I recall you still get a weekly allowance at the age of twenty.”

“Ugh! I just need to get out of this goddamn house! The money is a plus.”

Nodding his head, Zeke scratches at his beard, “Because of Eren?”

“Yes!”

Wrapping your arms around his thick torso you let your eyes fall slack.

“He drives me up the wall,” you whine, “I swear with all the stress he causes I’m getting wrinkles.”

Cupping your chin, he tilts your face upwards to inspect your skin. His thumb smooths against the plains and contours of your face, mapping your cheekbones and rubbing circles into your forehead. Your breath hitches in your throat as his face draws closer to yours, his warm breath fanning across cheeks. His slate grey eyes intimidating as his plump pink lips draw themselves into a tight line.

“Stop frowning so much and you won’t have to worry,” he hums, pinching the apple of your cheek as he lets you go, “You’re very pretty and if you just ignored that blockhead like I suggested you wouldn’t have to worry about such trivial things.”

Blinking back at him, heat rises to your cheeks as you stumble to create a dignified response.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yes, as I said I think-”

“You think I’m pretty?” a high-pitched voice mocks from the doorway. You hadn’t heard his usually loud and obnoxious footsteps near and now had to be confronted by a childish sneer, “Get a room you two.”

Zeke stops you before you could grab the nearest thing and chuck it at Eren. Crossing your arms tightly against your chest your face scrunches up in disgust, “Last time I checked, we did get a room,” you spit, “We’re in Zeke’s room so why do you crawl back into your little mouldy cave and leave us alone!”

The forest green shirt he wears is damp with sweat, it clings to his torso and outlines his body as he hangs off the doorframe, “I came to speak with my brother,” he says, his eyes skating over to the older man, “Is that allowed?”

Rising off of his bed, you smooth the wrinkles from your clothing, “Am I your keeper all of the sudden?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Apparently,” Eren mutters, venom dripping off his lips as he brushes past you.

“Take my advice,” Zeke calls as you're halfway out the door, “You know I’m right.”

He tosses you a wink just as you turn your back on him. Slinking down the hallway you stumbled into your bedroom, falling to your bed with a small puff of annoyance. Maybe Zeke was right, after all, he spent many more years putting up with Eren’s brazen attitude and shenanigans, he knew him better than you ever would. But pride and your own stubbornness kept you from relenting. So long as Eren Jäger lived as a thorn in your side you would not relinquish your voice. It was only fair you lodged yourself deeper into his side than he could ever imagine. Even if it was dramatic and unnecessary, all was fair in love and war. And you were at war with your putrid stepbrother.

“Sorry Zeke,” you whispered as you turned onto your side, “You just don’t understand.”

As both you and Eren found yourselves tied up and thoroughly enraptured in your own lives for a sparse moment, your house fell quiet. But lady luck never seemed to be on your side for more than a few short minutes, the tides turning so quickly it practically gave you whiplash. Just as you were about to launch into your sixth rehearsal speech you found that your lucky blazer was missing. It was the one piece of professional clothing you owned that brought you some degree of comfort for whatever reason. You weren’t a very superstitious person but the thought of going to your interview tomorrow without it felt like a trap. Surely you’d fail unless you wore the outfit you planned out weeks ago. In a matter of minutes, your room was turned upside down as you tore through every drawer and your entire closet in search of the damn thing until you collapse on the floor, tears of frustration brimming.

It should have been hung in your closet zipped up with your other ‘dry-clean’ only clothing but it wasn’t. There was no way it should have been misplaced, you remembered hanging that bag back up when you moved back home and it now all of the sudden disappeared. It had to have been Eren playing some sort of perfectly timed joke on you. You were sure of it.

Had it been any other day and any other item of clothing you might not have cared as much, hell just last week he turned all your whites pink by “accident” and you didn’t feel as enraged as you did now. Stomping down the hallway you slam open his bedroom door, fully intent on tearing about his room until you found what you were looking for. The door swung open so hard had it not been for the door stopper you would have made a hole in the wall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Eren shouted from his bed, frozen in place with a box in his lap, “You can’t just barge into my room like that!”

Tugging open his closet door you nod your head, “This used to be my playroom so yeah I can.”

Each and every item you swept through smelt heavily of fabric softener that just barely covered the smell of cigarettes that clung to practically every article of clothing. His father and brother smoked like a pair of chimneys. It was no surprise that everything he owned carried traces of the stuff.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I know it’s in here,” you mutter, crouching down to rifle through the bins at the bottom of his closet, “So don’t play dumb with me or I promise you’ll regret it.”

Eren remained planted in his spot as he watched you dump out his boxes of storage, miscellaneous items cluttering the flooring around you, “I swear I’m telling the truth,” he said through gritted teeth, “I don’t know what you’re looking for.”

You give him a look of confusion as you take the time to properly look at him. In his lap sat a beige shoebox with someone's name messily scrawled across the top. Taking a tentative step towards him you raise your brows at him. Usually, all it would have taken was for you to even breathe near his doorway for him to jump out of his stop and shove you at least five feet away from you but there he sat in his bed, sweat dripping down his forehead as you drew closer to him.

“What’s this?” you probe, dragging your finger across the top of the box, “The place you were planning to stash my blazer?”

Flipping open the top you were about to shout in triumph until you peered inside. Rather than your lucky blazer sitting in the middle of the cardboard box, you had removed the lid to reveal his dick!

“Oh my god Eren you are so disgusting!” you shout, jumping back, “What’s wrong with you! Why is your dick in there?!”

Snapping the lid shut, Eren’s tears his gaze away from you, “It was a prank!” he whines, his cheeks filling a brilliant shade of red, “It wasn’t meant for you and for the last time I don’t have your stupid blazer!”

“Who on earth would you be pranking?”

“Jean!” he grits, pressing his hands to his face, “I was trying to prank Jean, okay?”

“Can you just get out now?”

The lid toppled over as Eren attempted to hide himself, revealing his dick to you once more. As you stood over him it was much too easy to accidentally snag another look at it, “Eren, are hard right now?” Clapping a hand over your mouth you forced yourself to stare at the ceiling as he shoved his hands in the box to cover himself up, “I don’t even wanna-”

“I don’t know,” he all but squeaks, “No one has ever seen it before, it must be some sort of reflex.”

His shoulders sag inwards, embarrassment burning through him as you pretend you aren’t gawking at him.

“You’re a virgin?”

Your tone is hushed as you question him as if you were uttering some sort of shameful secret. It wasn’t shameful, not one bit but with the way, Eren carried himself you were shocked. He constantly bragged to his friends that he had girls lining up around the corner, his phone in a constant state of blowing up. You had assumed with all these tales that there would have been one or two conquests that would have taken his virginity.

“Shut up,” he groans, his lips twitching into a frown, “And just get out already, I don’t need to hear whatever you’re gonna say.”

His jade-coloured eyes grow watery when you don’t leave.

“Seriously, I mean it!” he repeats, “Just leave and go make fun of me with Zeke like you always do!”

Oh.

You might have grossly miscalculated the type of person Eren was. You never thought he would have cared about your late-night talks with his brother but it was becoming increasingly clear that you may have taken his spot. Not that Zeke couldn’t have two younger siblings, rather he just didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to tolerate the two of you constantly complaining about the other and Eren just so happened to get the short end of the stick.

Sitting next to him, you awkwardly pat his shoulder, a sympathetic smile bleeding through. You didn’t know how to comfort him or if he even wanted to be comforted but your conscience wouldn’t allow you to leave until his lip stopped quivering.

“It’s not a big deal,” you mumble, keeping your gaze in your lap, “And I don’t make fun of you with Zeke, you’re just a lot to handle and he gets it.”

Eren pushes your hand off of him, “Great, can you leave now?”

“Look I feel bad-”

“Don’t.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you sigh.

“How about I make it up to you?”

The offer was about as deep as a kiddie pool.

There was no way your little feud was about to end because of some ill-timed prank gone awry but there was a tiny voice screaming at you to fix things before you became some kind of monster in the eyes of Eren Jäger. As much as he frustrated you to no end, you didn’t want him to despise you.

Dipping your hand into the box you laced your fingers with his, “How about I help you out?” you suggest, your nerves settling in as you try to gauge his reaction, “Hm? I could make your little problem go away and then we can consider things even?”

“That isn’t funny.”

“Okay, okay I didn’t mean little,” you chuckled, moving your intertwined hands away from the box, “But I am serious in my offer.”

Eren remains eerily silent and you swear this is the quietest he’s ever been. Your breath grows baited as you await his response and you find yourself eager for him to say yes. It was stupid and wrong considering he was in fact your stepbrother but perhaps releasing a bit of tension would defuse the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Alright,” he says, nodding to himself as he pushes the box to the floor, “But you can’t tell anyone, not even Zeke.”

Rolling your eyes you scoff, “I’m not an idiot Jäger, I wouldn’t tell our brother that we fooled around,” you say, “I do have some dignity that I’d like to preserve.”

“You’re in love with him,” he mumbles, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you told him your bank information if he asked.”

Giving him a quizzical look, you make yourself comfortable.

“Zeke is flat broke, why do you think he lives with us?”

Brushing his comment off to the side you motion for him to scoot closer to you until his back is flush with the wall. Shifting to lay on your stomach you rest your hand on his thigh, slowly making your way closer to his cock. Licking your lips you look up at him, “Is it okay if I touch you now?”

He nods a little too quickly, eagerly gripping his navy sheets as you wrap your hands around the base of his cock. Precum oozes from the engorged, reddish tip; it dribbles down his shaft, coating it and your fingers in the sticky substance. Resting your head on his thighs you gaze at him through heavily lidded eyes. Each small movement you make causes him to jump out of his skin. You’ve never been so nice to him, never even been this close to him, and never wanted to be this close to him. As much as he tried to deny it or bury the feeling, you were stunning and Eren found himself attracted to you. It was pathetic and gross, you hated every fibre of his being and more importantly, you were his step-sibling. He couldn’t allow himself to entertain those thoughts yet here you were, offering yourself up to him as if the two of you were old pals chumming around.

Biting his thumb, Eren choked down the moan that threatened to leave him as you rubbed your thumb against the head of his cock.

“No one's home,” you hummed, “So don’t be afraid to let loose, ‘kay?”

If you were going to cross this line, may as well enjoy it. Right?

You languidly stroked his cock, too focused on the faces Eren was making to put all of your energy into it right away. You wondered if he has always been this cute or if you were suddenly just imagining things because you found yourself growing addicted to the way he’d puff his red-tinted cheeks out and bite his lip, dark brows knit together in concentration. It was cute, that you couldn’t deny and you wished you could see more but he was your step-brother and anything more than a handjob could send the two of you into a serious downward spiral. Just because you crossed one line didn’t mean you needed to tear the entire wall down.

The soft moan of your name was near angelic, it imprinted in your mind so quickly that you barely had the chance to savour it.

“Does that feel good?”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Eren nods his head, pieces of soft brown hair fall into his face as he tilts his head downwards.

“Can you use your words for me?” you ask, giving his cock a light squeeze, “It’s important to be very vocal with your partners, Eren.”

His knuckles turn white with how tightly he’s fisting his sheets, “Yes! It feels good,” he chokes out, biting his lip so hard he tastes blood, “Feels so fuckin’ good baby,” the metallic taste familiar and almost pleasant, “You’re so fuckin’ good, oh my god!”

His hips buck up into your hand, the muscles in his thighs twitching as he slightly begs you to speed up.

“You do?” you ask, “I’m glad, you’re doing so good for me Eren,” you mutter, the words falling from your lips as though they're the most natural thing in the world, “Such a good boy for me too.”

Leaning forward you press a small kiss to the tip of his head. That’s what sends him spiralling over the edge, your warm breath and pillowy soft lips grazing against his sensitive head. His warm seed spills against your lips and dribbles down your chin, splattering onto your hands and his sweatpants. Swiping your tongue across your lips you hum, he didn’t taste too bad. A bit bitter but it wasn’t so unpleasant you wanted to spit it out.

“Hey, Eren?” Zeke called through the closed door, his heavy fist banging on the wooden door, “Have you seen Y/n? I grabbed their jacket by mistake from the wash, if you see them would you give it to them?”

“Answer him!” you whisper, using your thumb to wipe up the cum from your mouth.

“Just hang on the door!” he shouts back, “I’ll grab it in a second!”

“I’m heading out,” he says, “Thanks.”

Sitting up you let out a sigh of relief. It had just been a mistake, your mother must have taken it to the laundry room to steam it. Grabbing your phone from your back pocket you were about to leave Eren in favour of some much-needed time to process when Zeke texted you.

From: Zeke <3

Don’t bite off more than you can chew, good luck.

To: Zeke <3

Thanks! And thank you for the blazer.

Hope your seminar goes well!

From: Zeke <3

Thanks. Glad to see you and Eren are getting along so well.

Turning back to Eren you tilt your head to the side. Did Zeke somehow figure out you were in Eren’s room?

From: Zeke <3

Next time tho, I’d rather hear you moan out my name.

So he had been home the entire time.

Family dinners were about to get even more awkward than before. But if all went well you’d be house-sitting for Levi Ackerman and hopefully spared of whatever was about to come next.

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