lilingzhi

"We will meet again in five, ten years—I will make sure to organize something—, and remember old times together, all these anecdotes, and we will see how far each of us has come. But, for now, we will have our well deserved rest."

Now you both speak on the microphone, "Be ready for the party class of '26!! Time to celebrate!!"

The crowd explodes in a thunderous applause and screams of joy, trenchers flying up and falling back down into the hands of freshly graduated students.

You come down the platform and Gojo follows you down the stairs. He walks by you, purposely bumping into your shoulder and smirking at you. "You didn't do half bad, I still think I should've spoken alone."

"We're literally both valedictorian." You say dryly.

"Yeah, because they pity you. I have more merits."

You raise one eyebrow at him. "I don't care how good you are at martial arts, we have the same grade, we both are valedictorian."

"It's judo, and you should care. Because I'm the strongest." He's seriously annoying, worst of all, he is the strongest. He has a judo scholarship covering for his studies and he is on the judo national team. He even went to the World Judo Championships and won.

"I play the piano." You say, not sure why you feel the need to answer his boasting.

"Yeah, I know, I was at the recital too. You suck." You probably should've walked away and not let him mock you further.

"Well, not everyone is a violin child prodigy, Gojo. Maybe I'm not as good as you, but I don't suck."

"If you're not the best, why do it. I've never played the piano, but I'd probably do better than you. I'm good at everything." He's getting on your nerves already.

"You're such a self-centered, arrogant, egotistic pain in the ass. Leave me alone." You walk away before he has the chance to answer.

Everyone is standing up and starting to leave the patio to go to the frat, where the real party will be at. You follow them, searching for your friends.

Thirty minutes later and after a quick makeup touch up, you arrive at the frat with Shoko and Utahime. Music is already blasting, and recently graduates from different majors are drinking and playing games.

"Hey girls, you're here!" A familiar voice gets your attention from across the room. It's Geto. "Come, grab a drink."

You three make your way to him and he hands you a red cup filled to the top with an orange drink, surely containing alcohol.

"How did your graduations go?" Geto asks. "Mine was so long I almost fall asleep I swear."

"We did the Hippocratic oath, which doesn't sound fun, but it made everything real for me." Shoko smiles.

"In Business, our class president gave a nice speech, it was not too long so it was enjoyable." Utahime intervenes.

"In Physics, my speech with Gojo went well, but he's insufferable. I don't know how you can be friends with him, Geto."

"He's not that bad when you get to know him. And he's fun too. You should try to get along with him." He suggests.

"Not in my worst nightmare." You deadpan. "I can't understand you, Geto."

"You don't have to." He laughs. "Let's go have fun, we just graduated!"

The four of you get into the dance floor and start moving to the beat of the music. After a while, you've finished your cup, so you tell your friends you'll go grab another one. You walk through the crowd and make your way to the kitchen, where Geto told you the good stuff is. You're grabbing a vodka bottle when a certain white-haired man enters the room.

"You're here." He says, sounding kinda surprised.

"Uh, no. I'm actually not here, I don't exist, don't talk to me." You say, quickly pouring the vodka into your cup and searching for a mixer to drink it with.

"Pass me the pineapple juice, it's in the fridge behind you." He points with a hand gesture.

"Grab it yourself. I said ignore me, I didn't come to the party to interact with you" You don't even look at him as you fill your cup to the top with a lemon drink.

"You're literally there, you can grab it. And how do you expect to come to my frat and not see me."

"Just because you are frat president doesn't mean I have to interact with you. I'll enjoy the party with my friends, thank you very much."

"I organized all of this, be more grateful to me. I could kick you out." You decide to ignore him and try to slip away. But he is faster. He takes two long strides and corners you against the fridge. "Don't worry, I won't." He says. "I like that you're in my territory." What the hell does that mean?

Then, he swiftly grabs you by the waist with one arm and spins you both half turn to move you away from the fridge. It catches you by surprise, and you just stand there frozen as he opens the fridge to grab his juice. You observe him as he pours it into his cup and puts it back in the fridge.

"Did the cat eat your tongue? I don't drink alcohol." You knew that already. He turns around to face you and he takes a sip of his drink as he looks you up and down. "You look good in that dress, by the way, but that color…"

You're wearing your graduation dress, a light icy blue satin A-line dress. Simple but elegant. "What's the problem with this color? You're wearing it too."

"Exactly. This is my color." He says. "I don't like that someone else is wearing it too, even less that it's you."

"You don't own light blue, Gojo. What are you gonna do, make me change?"

"I could try. But no, I'm not that much of an asshole. I just find it annoying, that's all." He leans on the fridge and crosses his arms.

You take a step closer to him. "So, what's with the compliment if you don't like it?" You question, taking another step. "I saw you staring earlier, you sure the color is a problem? Or is it just because it's me?" You're so close to him you could seize his light blue tie and strangle him with it. You look down at it, genuinely considering it. You even take it in your hand and stroke it down, containing yourself from pulling it with violence (which would be so satisfying). "I dislike that we're matching too, but at least we'll look good in the pictures of the speech." When you look back up, he's glaring at you.

"I saw you staring at me too. And maybe you're right, it's not the color, you are the problem."

And then he does the most unexpected thing. He pulls you in and he kisses you. He kisses you hard, like he's been holding back, and like he's angry with you. And you kiss him back with the same intensity, because he infuriates you and you need to make that very clear.

When he pulls back, he looks directly into your eyes. "We're not done here." And he grabs your wrist and pulls your arm, dragging you outside of the kitchen. You don't complain, still processing what just happened as you let him guide you upstairs to his room. It's full of judo trophies and books, of course, but you don't have time to notice anything else, because as soon as he closes the door behind you, he is on your neck, sucking and biting. You grab is hair and pull to force him to kiss you in the mouth. You catch his lower lip between your teeth and bite on it, hard enough for him to feel the sting. He groans, and he pushes you harder against the door with his body to kiss you deeper. And that's when you feel it. Something hard against your womb. His dick. You look down and see an obvious tent straining his pants. It looks big. You can't help but think about how it must feel like.

"Hard from a bit of kissing?" You tease, but you feel your own slick pooling on your panties.

"It's your fault. You annoy me, you know that?"

"Oh I know, but I do other things to you too, don't I?"

"I'm gonna make you take that dress off. I don't like it." He says, searching a way to undo the straps at the back of your dress.

"What you don't like is that it turns you on." He finally pulls the right strap and starts undoing your dress so you can take it off. "I understand. You're irritatingly handsome in this suit too." You pull him closer by his tie and kiss him again, taking off his suit jacket.

You start to undo his shirt as he helps you pull your dress down. You step out of your dress and take off his shirt, leaving them of the floor by the door. He lifts you by the ass and you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the bed. He trows you on your back and climbs on top of you. His mouth kisses and bites your neck, and continuing down to your sternum. When he finds your bra in the way, he is quick to take it off and throw it away. His tongue starts to play with your nipples as one hand travels down to your cunt. He feels the wet spot on your panties. "Wet from a bit of kissing?" He finds your clit over the cloth and starts rubbing it. You bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning. "You're just as bad as me, sweetheart." Sweetheart? Seriously?

He slides a hand inside your panties and easily pushes the tip of his finger inside of you at the same time that his thumb finds your clit. You let out a short gasp, at which he pulls out his finger, and brings it to his mouth, smirking. You wrap your legs around his waist and make him fall on top of you, holding him down so his dick presses against your pussy. You both hiss at the sensation.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you turn stupid." Gojo declares.

You know his reputation. How girls throw themselves at him and he gives them the fuck of their lives. But you're not gonna give him the satisfaction of ruining you.

"No, I'm gonna fuck you until you turn stupid and can't form a coherent thought." You counter.

Your lips finds his once more, tongues invading each other's mouth. You catch his lower lip with your teeth again, but now you bite down until it bleeds, making Gojo whimper. He moves to kiss your jaw and he leaves a trail of saliva mixed with a bit of blood. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving a mark. As he bites your neck, your nails trail his back and scratch it. Then, your hands search for his belt and he helps you free his cock. It slaps against his abdomen, already rock hard and dripping with pre-cum.

"Take off your pants." You tell him. You let him stand up and you can't help but admire his cock while he does so. It's long and thick, with a vein running through his length and a flushed tip. It's gonna be harder than expected to not enjoy this too much.

Once he's completely naked, he goes straight to your cunt, leaving kisses on the already soaked cloth. Then, he pulls down your panties and takes them off, throwing them away on the floor. You feel the cold air of the room hitting your pussy. He slides a finger through your folds to spread your slick until your clit and then she shoves two fingers inside of you.

"You're dripping, is that for me?"

"It's not-ah. It's just a physiological reaction to stimulation. A-ah!" You pant.

"Physiological reaction my dick, you freak." He says, as he curls his fingers. He starts drawing circles on your clit and your hips buck against his palm. He fucks you with his fingers and you try to bite back all the moans and reactions he's causing you, but you can't help the whimpers that escape through your teeth. "Mngh, mngh! Ah-Gojo!"

He can feel that you're close, even f you don't want to admit it, but he's not gonna make it easy. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, leaving you empty. You try to grab his cock but he slaps you hand away. "We'll do this my way." He easily flips you over, putting you on your knees and with your face against the mattress. He holds his cock against your entrance, letting his tip soak in your slick, teasing you. Then without warning, he pushes himself inside in one thrust. Gojo groans. "Fuck, baby, you're tight."

He's so big it brings tears to your eyes. You whine, could be from the pleasure or the pain. He stays like that, filling you up completely and you whine again, needing to satiate your lust, "Gojo, move!"

"You're needy now?" He starts moving with a half thrust, pulling out halfway and slamming back in. Again, and again. He picks up the pace and his thrusts become more ruthless, now pounding into you without any sort of control. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise while continuing to slam his hips and balls against your ass. You let out a moan that you hope gets muffled by the mattress. Wet sounds and squelches fill the room, you hear it over the loud music playing downstairs. It's so nasty it vexes you. He's furiously going at it like he hates you. You clench around him and he groans, his pace turning a bit more sloppy.

"Is this all you have, golden boy?" You provoke, as if your thoughts were not holding together by a single delicate thread. That was a mistake on your part.

"Shut up and take it, baby. You should stop thinking soon enough."

He puts a hand on your neck and holds you down, but his pounding does not slow down, on the contrary, it somehow turns deeper, hitting spots inside of you you didn't even know existed. Your lips are parted and your saliva is pooling on the sheets beneath you. You try to say something and complain, but all that comes out from your mouth are little whimpers and moans. You're close, and to make it worse, Gojo moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing carelessly harder than you can take. That throws you over the edge. Before you know it, a wave of pleasure washes all over your body and you're cumming hard on Gojo's cock. But his thrusts do not stop as he fucks you through it. "You're milking me so well, who knew you had it in you."

Your walls flutter around him, still high on your release, and his panting turns heavier; he's close too. He's still relentless with his thrusts and clit rubbing, making overstimulation bring tears to your eyes. You whine and try to lift your torso from the mattress, but your strength is gone, and you can only arch your back. Gojo grunts at that new angle and he feels his balls tighten.

"In or out?" Being decent and asking is the least he can do.

"Mngh, fuck-ah." After your orgasm, words are slowly coming back to you. Key word, slowly.

"Use your words, sweetheart. I don't have ah-all day."

"The fuck out," you manage to say, "I'm not letting you spill inside of me. Mngh!" A tear slides down your left cheek.

"No need to be so rude, you should be ah-grateful to the man who just ah-fucked you stupid. Told you I'd do it." He pulls out and he cums with a groan, spilling white streaks on your ass and on your back. He collapses right beside you, breathing still heavy.

"Clean this shit off me." You say, laying facedown on his mattress.

"On it." He reaches for a wet wipe on his nightstand and starts wiping his cum off your back.

"I just did it because I needed to get it out of my system." You comment, trying to find a justification for your recent actions.

"Same here." He agrees.

As he works his way down your back, he can't help but admire how pretty you look with his cum on you. What a shame that he has to clean it.

"I'm mad at you." You tell him, frustrated that he did, in fact, give you the fuck of your life.

"Why, because I'm too good in bed?" He smirks. Well, yes, but you're not gonna admit that.

"Fuck you, Gojo."

"You just did, sweetheart."

"Don't fucking call me pet names." You say, flipping him off.

"You didn't seem to mind just a minute ago." He finishes cleaning your ass and you feel a bite on your left cheek.

"Ow! What was that for?" You give him an irritated look.

He throws the wet wipe to the bin near his desk with a perfect throw, obviously, it goes in. "Your ass looks too perfect," he lays down on his back next to you, with his hands behinds his head, "I don't like it."

You incorporate yourself to face him. "Gojo," you call him. He turns his head to you, his gaze fixed on your pretty makeup-smeared face. You run your eyes through his toned body before continuing, "I think I still didn't get it out of my system." You say, gravely.

He looks at you with a serious look. "Me neither."

For a second, neither of you move, just looking at each other to see who breaks first. Everything is a competition with him, always.

"Fuck it." You say, as you quickly straddle him and lean in for a kiss. He kisses you back, and, below his rough movements, you notice his eagerness. He wants this as much as you. What the hell is wrong with the both of us?

"Yeah, fuck it." He agrees, and he gropes your ass, pulling you in. His dick is half hard again, you notice it in between your bodies.

You reach for his cock with one hand and give him two teasing stokes, at which he lets out a strangled noise.

"Tell me, Gojo," you start, as you rub your thumb over his slit, "why are you such a jerk?"

"Am not, ah-I just say things as they are-ah." He involuntarily bucks his hips on your palm. "It's not my fault you're not at my level of greatness."

You scowl at him, "Fuck you," and you tighten your hand around his base, making him whimper.

"Yeah, yeah, we already established that." He smirks, his breathing accelerating. "I guess we're doing this your way now?"

"You guessed right, I see you're putting that beautiful brain to work on the important matters."

He's completely hard now, his girth barely fitting in your fist. You guide him to your entrance, already prepared from your previous release, and you sink down on his cock in one smooth motion. He lets out a broken whimper, and you moan at the stretch and throw your head back with your eyes closed at the feeling of being stuffed full again. You start grinding on him slowly, which makes Gojo grab your ass and push to push himself deeper, chasing the pleasure.

As you grind him, you contemplate his sculpted body beneath you. It's unfairly beautiful, he looks like a fucking god. You bite your lip at the sight and can't help the wetness that leaks out of you. You roll your hips so the friction with Gojo's body reaches your clit, a delicious current of pleasure running through your body.

"Ah-fuck!" Gojo lets out a broken moan.

You continue riding him as your breaths accelerate. You clench around him and he moans,forgetting to make any sort of effort to hide the sounds you draw out of him. You clench your walls in purpose again just to make more of a mess out of him. His cock twitches inside of you, a warning that he's close, so you slow down your rhythm. "Not yet, sweetheart." You say, smirking at him.

He lets out a desperate frustrated whine as he feels his orgasm dissipate. He grips your hips hard, as if he's containing himself, knowing that you're the one in control now. "Good boy, Satoru." You say.

"Fuck, don't say that."

"What? Good boy?" You question, starting to move again, "Or Satoru?" He bucks his hips up at that. "Oh? So Satoru?"

He covers his eyes with his arm. This is new, you've never seen him being shy about anything. "You've never called me by my name," he justifies, as if that explains how much he's losing his mind, "a-ah, fuck."

You slowly start to build a steady rhythm with your hips, and then you add a small lift and sink back down. And you do it again, and again, and again. Gojo is gone at that. He doesn't even realize that he has started to thrust up into you, and you guide his hands to you hips and ass so he can shove himself deeper. Pornographic sounds fill the room, completely overshadowing the music from the party, with neither of you bothering about your loud moans anymore. Your cunt flutters when he hits your G-spot just right.

"Fuck, don't clench like that, or I'm gonna cum." Gojo warns.

But you're only chasing your own pleasure now. You keep moving like that, letting him hit your G-spot and chasing the friction of your bodies. You clench again and his abdomen tenses, he's close.

"I'll let you cum inside." You inform him.

He doesn't even answer, he just nods eagerly, not even registering your sudden change of mind. Guess you did fulfill your promise and fuck him stupid too.

"Cum with me, Satoru." You tell him. And with that, an orgasm rips through him with a loud moan, making him pulse inside of you. This is what you wanted to feel, and it's what makes you reach your own high. You continue to ride him through your orgasms and then collapse on top of him.

He doesn't pull out yet, fluids leaking out of where your bodies are joined. He hugs you in that position and you stay like that for some minutes, without saying anything, too tired to move.

You're the first to break the hug. Supporting yourself on his chest, you look down at him, grinning, "I told you I'd fuck you stupid too."

"Guess we're even now." He says, hands resting on your butt.

You incorporate so he can pull out, and, when he does, you feel the loss on your tummy. Fluids get on the sheets, which he doesn't seem to mind, and you both start to clean up and search for your clothes.

"Got it out of your system, already?" Gojo asks.

"Mmm…" you hesitate, pretending to look for your bra. The truth is that there's still something in you, a feeling that you want to ignore that tells you that you haven't had enough, it lingers in the back of your mind. "Yeah," you lie, "this won't happen again."

Gojo sighs, reaching for his pants. That's probably what he thinks too, you reason.

You both get dressed in silence. You get in your dress, but you can't tie the back. "Gojo, can you help me tie the dress?"

He comes closer to you and starts lacing the strands of the back of the dress. "What are you doing next year?"

"Staying here, master's in Astrophysics."

"I'm doing that one too." He's still tying your dress. He takes a few seconds before continuing, "It's hard to get rid of you, huh?" He chuckles.

He finishes tying a bow with the strands and you thank him. "Let's go back to the party and pretend nothing happened." You say, avoiding his gaze and grabbing your makeup.

Gojo nods, "I'll go down first." He walks to grab the handle of the door. Without turning around, he says, "Close the door when you get out." And leaves.

You're left alone in his room reapplying your makeup. You notice it's not all trophies and books, but also merchandising figures from Digimon and other animes you don't know. His pin-board is full of colorful notes, and on the desk he has a monitor he probably uses to play video-games. There's also pictures of his friends all around the room, a drawing of him signed by Geto (you have one of yourself too, he drew all of his friends), a poster of a nebula—you recognize that one, it's a picture of the Orion Nebula taken by the Hubble—, by its side, a small printed picture of the Earth with "Amaze! Amaze! Amaze!" written on the bottom—this is from the Artemis II mission.

Contemplating his life like this feels intrusive—after all, Gojo's not someone you're very close with, more like the opposite—,but at the same time, it makes him more reachable, and something in you softens at the realization that you're not that far apart.

When you return to the party to find your friends, you locate them by the door laughing at something someone just said. When you get to them, you're met with the unpleasant scenario of Geto and Shoko laughing at Gojo's joke—surely a stupid one. At least Utahime seems to find him as unbearable as you, with that side-eye she's directing him.

"Hey, where were you? You went for a drink a long time ago." Utahime questions, happy to change the subject with your arrival.

"I ran into some classmates and got caught up talking, I didn't realize how much time passed, sorry." You give her a guilty smile. I mean, it's not a complete lie, technically, Gojo is your classmate.

"And your drink?" Shoko asks.

Drink? Oh, right, the one I was preparing before… Your eyes deviate to Gojo for a split second, who is enjoying your attempt of a cover-up. "Uhm, I probably left it somewhere, I don't know where it is." You try to laugh it off.

"You're such a bad friend, did you even remember them during all this time?" Gojo mocks.

You glare at him, hoping your face says «This is your fault, so shut up or I'll kill you.» Looking back at your friends you say, "I'm gonna get another cup, anyone else?"

"Nah, I'm good." Geto says. Both Shoko and Utahime shake their heads.

"Get me pineapple juice, you know where it is." Of course, Gojo has to say something.

"I'm not getting anything for you, I told you."

"You prefer me going with you?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I prefer you not talking to me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart."

You freeze at that.

Suguru observes. "What's with you two? Did you argue again?"

"What stupid thing is it now?" Shoko questions.

"It's nothing," you say, "he's pissing me off, for a change."

"Yeah, fuck me, right?" Gojo says with a grin.

You roll your eyes at him and walk away to the kitchen, Gojo runs after you to catch up. "You're having too much fun with this," you tell him once you're far enough from your friends, "tone it down or they'll notice something."

Geto observed the whole interaction with a furrow, there's definitely something different in your bickering. Gojo's grin, your glances at him, that last thing he said… Could it be that…? Oh my god, that's it.

He watches you both come back with your new cups, his eyes widening and his lips parting at the realization he just had hitting slowly. Gojo notices him immediately, and puts an arm around his neck. "Hey man, care to talk about that thing I told you about the other day?" He says, escorting him outside. Geto's eyes go back and forth between you and Gojo, but he lets himself be dragged by Gojo.

"What are they so secretive about?" Shoko wonders.

You shrug, "Who knows."

a/n: I had fun writing this! The ending was a bit tricky, I think it's a bit weak? But I did what I could soo...

"Of course, anything for you, love." He looks at you expectingly.

"Umm… I'm a bit embarrassed to propose this," you look away from him as you feel your face heat up. "I'm not sure you'll like the idea." 

"Yes." He quickly replies, maybe too eagerly.

"So… I heard that to help with the cramps,… Well maybe I read it, or I watched a TikTok… Anyways, I wanted to try it to see if it works…"

"What is it?" He interrupts, letting you go and hovering over you with one hand on each side of your body. It cannot be what he's imagining—he's done his research on how to relieve period pain, but he cannot get his hopes up on this—, as much as he wants it to be what he's thinking.

"Orgasms." You blurt out. Wow this is so embarrassing. Your face is red, for sure. You're scared of how Choso will react, but you keep your eyes on him, searching for a reaction, anything that tells you how much you fucked up. He's going to say he's disgusted for sure.

Choso freezes on the spot.

Oh. 

So it is what he was hoping. 

Fuck. 

He can feel himself getting hard. 

His senses sharpen. Suddenly, the smell of blood is stronger; it's harder to resist the temptation. His bulge is definitely visible now. He's trying so hard to not lose control of himself.

"Choso…?" You're still beneath him, but he hasn't said anything.

That gets him to react. His eyes meet yours, and the look in his eyes is like nothing you've ever seen before in him. He's always intense, but in a caring, romantic way. This? He looks savage. Menacing, even. It's almost unnatural. And that's… unexpectedly hot.

He notices how you release another smell mixed with the blood, your arousal. So it's happening. He puts a hand on the waistband of your shorts.

"Can I…?" It comes out with a rough voice, a bit strained. 

You nod to give him permission.

He's inhumanly fast. He kisses you hard and deep, barely letting you breathe, and you don't even notice how he has already yanked your shorts and panties down. Fingers slides through your entrance and cover in blood and slick, only to quickly find your clit and slowly start rubbing circles.

You moan at the pleasure and pull him closer to you. He leaves your mouth and starts leaving wet kisses on your jaw as he takes off your top.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…" He mumbles against your skin, because how is he so lucky to have you and let him do this.

Choso travels down your neck to that spot between your neck and your shoulder that makes you weak. 

"Mngh, mngh, Choso—ah!" 

In response, he licks, and sucks, and bites more, all to wreck you. He loves every little noise that escapes your mouth and, if it's to get more of those out of you, his blood appetite can wait a little (but not too much).

He leaves open-mouthed kisses on your chest, making you arch against him. With his mouth open, he starts dragging his teeth down your body, to your stomach. You suddenly feel a light sting where his teeth are.

Just before you can process that (how the hell did he scratch you?), Choso shoves two long fingers inside of you. You cry out with a loud moan at the feeling. Your period makes you especially sensitive, and you press him harder against you. He curls his fingers just right, drawing more sounds out of you.

"Mngh, mngh, it's too much Cho!"

And it's too much for him too. Your blood and arousal on his fingers, the pornographic sounds you make, the way you push his face against your body. He lets out a low groan. "You're doing so well baby."

But he doesn't stop scissoring his fingers, now rubbing your clit too. Your hips involuntarily rock down against his palm, chasing the high. You don't stop moving as he licks your torso, and he moans.

"A-ah! Cho, I'm gonna cum." You warn.

He keeps a steady rhythm rubbing your clit as your hips rock more sloppily. And then a wave of pleasure runs through your body as you cum. 

A warm flush goes all the way to your head as you come down. Choso takes the fingers out of you and licks them clean, with the blood and everything (that's the most delicious part, actually).

 You look down at him and notice two red lines scratched into your torso.

"What is this?" You're genuinely surprised.

He blushes hard. "Sorry. It's my teeth. I'm so sorry." He hides his face pressing it against your stomach.

"Your teeth?"

"Yeah… My fangs." He looks up at you and opens his mouth, revealing two pointed canines , too pointy to look human.

"Huh?" You take a closer look. "I never really noticed those. How curious." You say, cocking your head.

"Well, they only come out when I'm very hungry… or excited."

What? You stare at him. How is that even…

"Okay, you must be a vampire," you point a finger at him, "what the fuck."

He gives you a guilty look and he nods shyly.

"I cannot believe this, oh my god. My boyfriend is a vampire." You look at him. "You're a vampire. You're a vampire?"

He nods again, just to confirm. "Yeah… I'm a vampire."

"So. Your fangs are out. You hungry or excited?"

"Yes." He quickly answers, nodding. "I mean, both." 

"So?" You dare him with your eyes, a few seconds that feel like an eternity to him. "Eat." You say, opening your legs to give him access.

You do not have to tell him twice. Like a starved man—or vampire—, he licks your cunt to taste your blood mixed with slick. 

He eats you out like his life depends on it. Maybe it does, you think, vampires need blood, right?

He dives in and circles all your hole, reaching every single spot inside of you, to collect all the fluids he can. And then he swallows.

The metallic taste of blood with your arousal is so good it makes him moan and his head dizzy. This is what paradise must be, he thinks, there's nothing in the world that could ever be better than this. He feels very much drunk, but he's addicted to you. So he continues exploring your insides, moans of both of you filling the room.

He continues fucking you with his tongue at a quick, very eager pace. Tongue in and out, you feel him open you up every time, sensation only increasing. It's like he wants to lick you clean and suck the period out of you. 

"Ah, ah! Cho!" You cry out. "I'm close!"

He lets out a whimper that turns to a groan, now concentrating on your clit too, trying to not stab you with his fangs. Then he decides to suck on it. And, oh my god. You can't stop the loud moans that come out of your mouth as you get closer to your release. 

He sucks on your entrance to drink up all your fluids, and he slides his tongue in one more time. He pulls it out running it over your clit. He closes his mouth around your sensitive bud and sucks again. That brings you over the edge, and he does not leave your clit alone as you ride through your orgasm.

After, he starts slowly licking your cunt again to clean up the mess. You whine at the overstimulation, pleasure and pain mixing in the afterglow.

"Sorry, love." He apologizes. "Want me to stop?" 

"No. Finish the clean-up."

He does what he's told, as you try to hold your tears and get through it without making him too worried.

"I don't think this is working," he says, with blood all over his mouth and chin, "we're both covered in blood."

"Now you do look like a real vampire." You mutter for yourself. "Let's go shower, then."

"Okay." He agrees. "I am a real vampire, by the way." 

He stands up, and you notice a wet spot on his pants. 

"Don't move." He orders. 

Choso picks you up princess mode to carry you to the shower.

"What's this?" You ask, already in his muscular arms. "Did you cum in your pants?"

He blushes. "…Maybe?" 

"You're so cute Choso." You let out a soft laugh. "Kiss me."

And he does.

a/n: first time posting my writing and first time writing smut. Sooo what did you think??

Wanted to post this when i had part 2 ready, but submitting my thesis made me want to celebrate somehow. Part 2 might take a while, since now I have to prepare for the defense of my thesis :)