Sad Kid

It’s the year 12,090. After the planet was ravaged by a devastating nuclear war, life on earth was driven nearly towards extinction. Despite hundreds of years passing by, post global war, humans experienced primitive levels of poverty and relied on scavenging and hiding for survival. Seeing the decline in the overall population, ancient beings rose up from the shadows to rule over the desperate and dying human race. Vampires, of noble sorts, took over the world and restored a semblance of order. They’d brought back certain technology, something humans thought was once lost, adapted and brought new advances in their wake. There was a shift in the world, an era of peace it hadn't seen in a terribly long time. Comfortability settled in the bones of every human at last as vampires resided as lords in exchange for human blood. However, peace could only be for so long, and over time eventually even the vampires began to disappear and die off. In their desperation to preserve their way of life, they hid in the depths. Now in hiding, hunting when they saw fit and keeping amongst themselves to preserve whatever honor and dignity they had left. Especially considering the emergence of hunters and mutants as a result of mutations from the post apocalyptic-world.

It was a typical night, maybe just a tad drearier than normal. Humidity filled your lungs and danced across your skin, as droplets of sweat gathered on your brow. The air was thick, a dense fog overtook the fenced in farmland. The skies promised rain, as clouds overtook its expanse. It steadily drenched the once serene sunset into a sea of thick navy. A stillness followed as the evening poured in, all signs of life seeming to cease instantly. No crickets, no chirping, no rustling. The leaves appeared to be frozen in place, the only sounds were your controlled breaths. You were out patrolling, securing the border of your property for any immediate danger before powering up your heavy shields. You owned the latest weaponry, something imported. It was expensive, heavy, it had the smell of new metal and something burnt when you would fire it. You were used to guns with torching projectiles, lasers, swords even; yet you would still be amazed at the advances that would find their way to your sleepy town. It reminded you of how far behind you were from the rest of the world, especially when it came to defenses and technological adaptation. With a declining population and no childcare, how were you supposed to venture out or care for your little brother? There was occasional help from the people around town, but at the end of the day they still had their own priorities. Whether it was their own families or self preservation, you couldn’t blame them either way.

The shift in atmosphere caused you to clutch your heavy gun to your chest, it was still warm from moments prior when you fired it at a small thing just outside of your border. It was pulsing, lumps of quivering purple skin and fleshy wings. The creature must have taken over the body of a bird or larva of some sort, it was easy prey and an enemy regardless of its size. Danger came in all shapes and sizes, especially in the countryside so you couldn’t be too careful. As you continued your patrol your grip tightened on the clunk of high-tech metal, and then suddenly the air ran freezing. Your breaths came out in small puffs as your once perspiring skin became unbearably cold to the touch. Your rapid heartbeat rang in your ears, every hair on your body stood up in response to something primal bubbling in your gut.

Your body shuddered with rabbit-like trembling as you continued to slowly stalk around your property, “Who’s out there? Show yerself’! Coward!” You kept your eyes peeled for the threat you knew loomed around the corner. Your body had felt their presence before your mind could fully register that you weren’t alone. It was as if every creature in the area fled as a response to the dominating monster. At least you assumed it was a monster. You could feel it, the presence of something powerful. The presence of a true predator.

As the wind picked up, your surroundings were painted red. You were thankful you’d sent your brother home with your house’s barriers up. Subconsciously you hoped the remote in your pocket wouldn’t get crushed in whatever scuffle was going to take place. Scuffle? You wished it’d be that inconsequential. Whatever defenses you had probably wouldn’t be enough to deal with the unseen creature, but hopefully it’d handle whatever followed in its wake. It was then when your mind drew back to your predicament at hand, when you felt it push against your back. Singing your thanks internally that this was so far out from your house, that even if you were attacked here your brother would hopefully be off of their radar.

With trembling fingers, and a hitched breath, you spun around and pushed off of it in an attempt to create some distance. The billowing monster, with it's large black cape swaying in the wind leered at you, but you couldn’t quite make out their cold gaze. However, as your mind raced, your body froze, unresponsive to your own will as you finally made eye contact. It happened before you could even pull the trigger, your gun raised in steadfast defense. In the moment that the mysterious creature became clear in your vision, it instantaneously became infatuated with you. The determined wrinkle of your brow, the angry scowl that pulled at your lips. The moonlight bathed in crimson all because of him painted your skin the most tantalizing shade. He just had to have you.

The following moments were a blur, your mind was barely conscious. Even though you could see, taste, hear, feel, you were completely powerless. A specter that watched as your body was toyed with, you watched in horror as a pearlescent light cast itself upon you. Glowing charm magic that had you stunned and floating in the air, as still as the air became, it was as if that didn’t apply to you. He pointed a bony, sharpened finger nail in your direction as if to coax you. As he beckoned your form to his darkly cast silhouette, you finally were able to make out his face in your hazy state. And as his cold, undead fingers traced your figure, snagged onto your plump flesh just beating with fresh blood through your veins, you realized exactly who was about to feast upon you.

His dark chuckle while he took in the sight of your blank expression, the slight tremble that overtook you involuntarily. It sent shivers down your spine. You wished a deer would pop out, or a ghoul, or hell-even a demon would be fine. Anything but a vampire. A noble vampire of one of the highest regards among their hidden society. A noble who’s family presided as lords over your town’s land for centuries.

Naoya Zen’in held you close at last, the wind picked up, the trees in the surrounding forest creaked as if laughing at the poor state of you. His lips traced your pulse, he inhaled the nape of your neck, and you saw a sea of bats in the sky above you. An audience, you were sure. Your body reacted in a way that disgusted you, it keened and bent in pleasure as his fangs pierced your skin at last. You felt it, his searing kiss against your perspiring skin. As droplets of rubies descended from your wound, dressing you in a beautiful cascading necklace, a burning ecstasy filled your body. You hated it, you felt helpless as your body against your will writhed and begged for more, and yet he detached himself from your beating pulse point.

He looked pained, sharp brown eyes that watched you continue to squirm and begged him to finish it, to take you. It was delicious, he was practically drunk off of the feeling of hot crimson that streamed down his throat. He didn’t care that the words weren’t your own, that his hypnosis was just a little too effective, instead he reveled in the feeling of pleasure that reverberated off of you. Your virgin blood flooded his senses, but he held back. He couldn’t have you, not just yet. But he would, he was determined.

“I’ll give you three nights to prepare yourself, and say your farewells.” His husky voice chilled your body, the pleasure still consumed you whole. You itched, and pawed at your neck as his paralysis began to dispel; while a lecherous grin spread across his face. Half lids that studied your reaction, something inside of him came to life for the first time in centuries. He’d never seen a reaction like that, never had someone so sensitive. “On the fourth night, I’ll come for you, and take you as my bride. Steel yourself, for I will not and cannot be shaken.” And as quickly as he appeared before you, he vanished.

You weren’t sure if you were happy that you didn’t bleed out as you finally picked yourself up. Whatever sedative he’d cast upon you wore off completely minutes after his departure, even though it felt like hours. The crimson night returned to its serene navy setting, and life seemed to finally return to the surrounding forest. A small rabbit hopped beside you, carefully sniffing your feet and legs as if the stench of that beast was still washed over you. Which it was, you knew you were caked in coagulated blood, a sweltering wound that you quickly covered with a choker-like bandage pulsed with need and further pain. The pleasure and pain gave you whiplash, how was it so intoxicating despite being so dreadful?

You limped back to your home. Careful not to make any more noise than temporarily disabling the buzzing fence around it would cause. Your home was a rather large, spacious farmhouse. It was something you’d inherited from your deceased parents, and even if it was centuries old at that point, it had some great bones on it. Sure, the paint was chipping on the outside of the house. It was no problem that the plumbing was questionable, and some of your windows were boarded up. You made sure that you had a security system that was as up to date as your countryside town would allow, given their limited resources and lack of traveling merchants. It was too dangerous to send out people in an already dwindling population.

As you trailed your exhausted body along the wall, using it as support as your feet guided you toward your rickety stairs, you began to feel heaviness set in. You winced as the burning mark left on you began to ache. It was pain unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Which was surprising considering you were always being pummeled by the monsters that lurked in the darkness. If you weren’t being thrown around as you steadily defeated and killed the threats that plagued your town and home, you were climbing onto burly bodies. Using your own to slam them into any surface you could find while you put them down, it really was a full body effort to get rid of those things. You’d been caught in traps, poisoned, broken bones, but nothing could describe the sensation of the venom coursing through your veins. You knew the only thing that would help would be to kill the monster that held your body captive.

Or, as a temporary fix; fill it with another’s venom. Vampire’s were a rarity, not that you’d ever trust one enough to help you out. That was not something you’d willingly do, so it certainly wasn’t going to be your first option either.

You tried to make sure you didn’t leave a trail of dirt and blood while you disabled your security and felt along the wall to reactivate it. Tired legs hobbled up the steps, and heavy arms clutched the railing. Your brother was sound asleep, he held a clear and firm grip onto his own ray gun. He held it tightly to his chest, and you wondered if that was too dangerous. If you should pull it from his arms and just let him sleep like a little boy for once. However, you knew he was much safer with the possibility of firing the laser into himself as he slept, than being unarmed and left defenseless for even a moment in this dog-eat-dog world. If it wasn’t monsters looking for a meal, or a tasty snack; then it was raiders. Travelers with bad intentions. Hell, you knew that even some of the people you grew up with couldn’t be fully trusted.

It took you much longer to get to your restroom, and even longer to peel your drenched clothes off. You knew you stunk of sweat, the musk of another body, probably like the dead. Your dark restroom walls appeared black, your vision ran spotty. You’d lost a lot after all, you knew once your body finally relaxed you’d feel the full weight of your injuries. Your wrists were bruised, a purple handprint was left on your side, and another wrapped along your throat. Underneath your bandage, the dark purple and red mark oozed black blood. Blue and yellow veins ran up your throat, and along the wound site. The two puncture wounds were puffy, a reminder of the promise he made and the seal to your fate.

You practically crawled into the shower after thoroughly disinfecting the bite mark and wrapping it in a water resistant bandage. As the sweltering water beat against your sensitive skin, you desperately tried to scrub the man off of it. Even when you felt like a boiled lobster, skin rubbed so raw that you’d even resembled one; you could still feel his presence. It felt like at any moment his voice could plague your thoughts, like a part of him was inside of you now. You hated the disgusting feeling of longing you felt, you knew it was just his spell. You knew he’d cast a gnarly one upon you, because when you closed your eyes desire pooled into your stomach. Repulsion replaced by an intense itch you desperately needed something to scratch. You’d be damned if you were to ever willingly let him put his hands on you. Even if all your body wanted was to succumb to his endless night.

Over my dead body.

You never felt so happy to be curled up in your bed before, the old blankets filled your senses with the scent of your parents. With notes of eucalyptus and something peppery. Despite countless washes since their passing, your home and belongings still held their memory. Still held their voices, the way they smelled, their very spirits filled your home with love. How could you let their sacrifices go to waste if you were to be swept up by some haughty noble.

In the morning, you’d find a hunter. There were talks of some people passing through, of a couple hunters and merchants. You knew you’d have to find someone along the outskirts of your town, even if it was almost a quarter day’s hike out. That was your only chance at finding the help you knew you needed. Even if it would wound your pride to rely on anyone besides yourself.

A gentle breeze found its way into your room, your window was cracked so that you could just get some air. There was a stifling feeling that washed over your body. Lungs that were filled with anxiety, limbs that were heavy with exhaustion. The feeling consumed you despite your comfort and the need for your smooth sheets and plush blankets. You needed it to ground you, while sleep tried to consume you. You saw visions as sleep danced behind your eyelids, your eyes were slightly open while you watched shadowed monsters (mere illusions meant to torment you) crawl along your walls. The once comforting night time blue caused nausea to prick your senses as you felt like you were being watched. It was like he was there with you, in the corner of your room, watching you fight off the inevitable push and pull of exhaustion. His smirk didn’t leave your vision, even as your eyes succumbed to sleep finally.

With his voice echoing in your ears, taunting you and laughing maniacally, you begged for the morning to come quicker. You hoped and prayed for salvation, as your dreams were plagued by blood and lust.

Just 3 nights. 3 nights to figure out how the hell you could kill that monster.

•

Just as you’d promised yourself, you woke up at the first sign of daybreak. Before your rooster could even crow, you were up and dressing yourself. You’d put on shorts, a cropped-sleeveless high neck sweater, then found the most comfortable shoes you owned. Your brother was already tending to your farm, killing any wandering spirits on site as the sun rose when you’d finally ventured outside. The sun hadn’t even fully begun to peak over the horizon. An ombre of purple, pink, and gold cast a beautiful glow over the land. A heavy bag was slung across your back, filled with medical supplies and some refreshments. You knew a cross wouldn’t help you much, but in your desperation for any protection, you threw a stake in the shape of one in there as well. A golden consecrated cross on a chain was clasped around your neck and tucked away underneath your top. That would do more damage than any flimsy piece of wood any day, but you couldn’t be too safe. Not now.

Your brother looked at you as he blasted a warbling corpse, his features showed his delight at your presence. You ruffled his hair after he approached you, and pinched his cheek in affection. He nuzzled you, and you tried not to wince as he squeezed the covered up bruising around your waist. “Whatcha doin’ up? I can handle the mornin’ chores m’self just fine.” His incredulous voice bordered on a pout. He scrunched his little nose up at you, and you cooed at how adorable he looked. His need to take care of you apparent.

“I hafta make a day trip, hopin’ ta find some good stuff to sell.” You lied, and motioned to your backpack. “Should be back before sun down if I hurry. On m’ way, I’ll find Yaga, so that he can keep an eye on ya ‘till I get back.”

“I can take care o’ this place by myself, no problem!” He protested, his big twinkling eyes just begged you to let him this once. You knew better, knew he could, but you had to do everything you could to protect your only family. With a heavy sigh, you traced his face, brushed your thumbs across his eyelids, then shook your head.

“Too risky, bud. I know you can handle yer own, but I am here to protect you." you put extra emphasis on those words, hoping to make your point as clear as day. He was still a little boy, it was your responsibility to keep him safe. " A couple hours is one thing, but I’ll be gone all day.” He huffed in annoyance. You chuckled, it was fond, you could tell that he wasn't actually upset. “As long as I’m alive, I’ll do everythin’ in my power to keep ya safe.” He pouted, and turned his head away but gave in. He knew he couldn’t argue with you. Knew he couldn’t do enough begging to let him prove how reliable he could be. He hated feeling like he couldn’t protect you the way you protected him. You constantly sacrificed your wellbeing for his, shared your portion of the food, came back battered and bloody and bruised. For what? A weakling like him?

A ray of sunlight, as if on cue, cast itself upon you, as if the heavens were encouraging you to take your leave. You were ethereal, even the clouded eyes of your snot nosed little brother could see how beautiful you were plain as day. Everyone in town were just waiting for you to give in and marry someone with more money, marry someone for more protection, and he could see the way the men preyed upon you. Bided their time for you. He had to prove that he could keep you safe, but how? You pulled away as his soft pink brows continued to knit in frustration.

“Tell ya what,” you started then, your pretty eyes crinkled with delight. “I’ll find us some ice cream on the way back, and we can just…kick back for the evenin’. I’ll have Yaga patrol, and we can take the night off.” You hummed, his ears piqued with interest. “It sure is hard ta come by a sweet treat these days, but I might know a guy that’ll share? What d’ya say?” You poked his cheek, pinched his side, tucked his unruly hair behind his ear. How could he ever be a disobedient boy when you were just so caring? So thoughtful?

“Chocolate?”

“Anythin’ ya want.”

“Alrighty…” he trailed off, pouting bottom lip jutted out. He could act like a child just this once, right? You pushed off, and smiled at him then.

“See ya later, Yuji!” He watched as you made your way across your small farm, you stopped to pet the chickens and sheep in your stead. The few dairy cows you had, and your bull, made noises as you rushed by them. Waving and promising to return.

On your trek, you found Yaga like you said you would. He promised to keep Yuji safe, patting your shoulder when you thanked him profusely.

Outside of the town, you didn’t find many threats. Small mutant creatures here and there, not that there were many supernatural threats during daylight. You couldn’t tell if your run in with that powerful supernatural force made you more sensitive to them. Or if the mark on your neck said that you were off limits. Either way, it was the least amount of work you’d ever done during an expedition. You’d moved so fast, rushed yourself as thoughts of being a vampire’s captive bride consumed you in your loneliness. Even as you made your way across fields, beautiful sunlight doused your skin with love and protection, you felt an underlying dread.

Something tugged and pulled at your consciousness, the need to flee was so apparent. Yet there was also the primal need to be feasted on, your neck burned with the want for consumption. When you closed your eyes you saw those beady almost black orbs, that devilish grin, dripping red fantasies. You felt the nausea in your gut, the disgust for yourself and that God-forsaken noble.

The path that travelers crossed came into your view as your feet were beginning to ache. Everyone in town heard of hunters frequenting the seemingly never ending dirt trail. It was wide, a dark green forest was surrounding it from either side. The shade provided you solace from the beating sun, as the morning progressed, it only increased in heat. Birds chirped while you perched yourself against a tree, waiting for anyone to come by. If you were lucky you’d find someone before mid afternoon. You were praying to make it back before the actually dangerous beasts went out to prowl.

You tried to enjoy your packed snack, it was dried meat (aged perfectly), and an assortment of nuts. You were starving, but as your teeth bit into the tough flesh of what used to be one of your cows, you were instantly repulsed. The feeling of tearing into the meat, chewing it for a drawn out period, then swallowing the lump just wasn’t doing it for you. All you could picture was your own flesh, and being a meal for that vampire. You swallowed, not wasting a single thing as you knew meat was a commodity and you were lucky enough to be your own butcher. Even though you were lacking in money and treasure, you were rich in the resources provided by your farm. Your precious cow that you raised was in the palm of your hand, and you’d damn well savor her sacrifice.

The day dragged on, you kept your eyes peeled as you continued to wait. There was a faint hope that someone would come by that began to dwindle. The trees started to pick up a breeze, the sounds of the forest became a little more alive and a little more restless. You were thankful for the shade, you knew without it the early summer heat would be sweltering.

You watched rabbits hop along, scavenging for little red berries, then they feasted on a large clover patch. The clover’s scent calmed you, you stared at the rustling pink and purple blooms, the deep green leaves. When the few black bunnies scattered away, you ran your fingers through the patch. Scanning the leaves, plucking a couple of the flowers to snack on their sweet syrup. As you plucked a pastel purple bud, you accidentally snagged one of those velvety green leaves.

You couldn’t believe it, it had four of them.

The sound of something trotting and clambering filled your ears. It was distant, but you didn’t have to strain to hear it. You’d been out there for hours with only your thoughts, and the sound of the active forest. It was so distinct, you’d recognize the sound of a horse anywhere. With a thrumming heart that was rapidly increasing in speed as your nerves shot, you sprang into action.

The dark stranger knew you were coming before he’d even seen you. Could hear your rapid footsteps as they ran toward him, he even made out the sound of you throwing a bag off of yourself. Your movements didn’t phase him, he couldn’t even say that he felt threatened when you charged at him full force and then thrust your body some feet away from his horse.

He made sure to steady her. Smoothed down her shining black mane as she trotted two perfectly polished metal legs in place. He was more worried about his ticked off mare than some small thing clutching a gun in front of herself. There was no trembling in your stance, if anything you’d seemed absolutely determined to get him to stop.

Your squinted eyes took the stranger in, a large and long borderline-black navy hood hung off of his shoulders, the ends of which were clearly tattered. Wrinkled black denim hugged his legs and a tight black long sleeved button-up clung to his chest and arms. All of the buttons were snapped into place. (Later when the distance between the both of you would shorten, you’d notice that the first three buttons were undone.) His long onyx hair was silky smooth, you could tell even from a distance that it was carefully maintained. If you focused hard enough, the wind carried over his scent. It was something lightly sweet, yet it dangerously held an underlying spice. Like peppered jasmine. Perched on the top of his beautiful head of hair was a faded hat with an extremely wide brim. The dark fabric was so faded it was more of a muted green instead of the intended black. A rather large sword hung across his back.

You had to wonder how he hadn’t melted in the beating sun and scorching summer heat. He sat atop his horse, the reins loosely held in his hands. He was silently observing you, you smacked your lips in annoyance.

He made no show of reacting to you, he didn’t even outwardly acknowledge you when you charged him once more at his lack of response. “Hey, you!” You shouted, and without an ounce of hesitation, you fired at him. Your aim was for the dead center of his skull, and it would’ve landed had he not completely vanished before it could. There wasn’t so much as a puff of smoke, his horse was the only thing to bristle. Hardly, though.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you watched the horse shake its head and then veer off into the grassy sidelines. You couldn’t spot the man, either. Not until he was pressed dangerously close to your back while you scanned your surroundings. Before you could react, he’d knocked your gun out of your hand. Good lord, you gulped, he was tall. Slim and perfectly muscular, you could feel it against your back. He smelled even better while close to you. Your damned heart rattled inside of its cage. You puffed out a frustrated breath, and leapt away.

You tried not to stare at him now that he was closer. His deep brown eyes were mesmerizing, curious. His face was still, there wasn’t a wrinkle in his brow or a tug at his lips. He didn’t look bored, angry, or frustrated. Your eyes found salvation in staring at his stretched ears instead. You’d seen some crazy piercings before, you could tell that stretched ears were a simple modification. But you’d never seen them before. The shining emerald and navy plugs in his ears caught the sunlight perfectly.

You tried your best to get some sort of a response from him, having resorted to flying fists and kicks. Not a punch would land, not so much as a jab would graze him. He was too fast, too good at dodging, and clearly if his sarcastic yawn had anything to say about it; he was getting bored too. You realized too late that he was just entertaining you. Didn’t dwell on why he’d even dragged the encounter on for as long as it was. His horse rested in the shade, the once active forest was, for some reason, completely silent save for the sounds of your frustrated grunts.

“You bastard, fight me! Not takin’ me seriously ‘cause I’m a woman? Or ya jus’ chicken shit?” On the contrary, he could tell that to any normal person, you could do some damage. He had to admit, he was impressed that you had the stamina to keep up with him.

He was fluid, moved as if he was one with the air. It was elegant, beautiful even. How were you thoroughly entranced by him mid fight? God’s above, was everything about this man breathtaking? As opposed to how desperate you were, sloppy, much too forced. “What’s the big sword about? If ya ain’t gonna use it, then I’ll just take it!” You’d played relatively fair that whole time, so he didn’t anticipate a gust of dirt to be thrown into his eyes and a sturdy kick to his chest. If he was anyone else it might’ve knocked him over, but he stood firm. Kicking him hurt like a bitch, yet you didn't let that fact show. You knocked his big sword off of his back, yet he remained unmoving, “Fuck man, what are you?” Your answer was more silence as he stood still. When you made a move to grab his discarded sword, he vanished again. As did the long dark clunk of metal you were trying to grab. “What the-?”

He was back onto his horse, and you could hardly keep up with him as he started onto the path once more. You sprang forward, ran after him and waved as you did so. “Wait, wait!! ‘M sorry!” The sound of your heavy footfall and even heavier panting had his ears perking. “I didn’t really want yer heavy lookin’ sword! Or to even hurt ya! Yer a hunter, ain’tcha? I jus’ wanted to see what you could do!” His horse continued to trot away, his broad back continued to obscure your blurring vision. You were beyond exhausted.

“Please, I need yer help! I’ll hire ya!” He steadied his horse finally, and turned his head to look at you. You finally caught up to him, your full chest heaved with every ragged intake of breath. His keen ears caught onto the erratic beating inside of your chest, the hot blood that pulsed through your veins and stuttering heart. He could smell something on you too. He knew what it was before you even said anything. “Take a look at this, ‘ere.” You pulled down the high neck of your top, exposing the bruised puncture wounds. “‘S the kiss of a noble.” The stranger got down from his horse then, enamored by the marks left on you. The painful looking veins that ran up and down the side of your neck, and branched off elsewhere.

His rosy lips finally opened, “How long ago did this happen? How many were there?” His floaty voice was lilted, deep, sultry. His tone was soft, and low. A gloved hand gripped your jaw without warning, and turned your head to the side. If he noticed the furious blush that overtook your awed features, he didn’t let on to that fact. His gaze was drawn to the blushed and burning mark on your delicious neck. You didn’t catch the way his piercing eyes would flit to your lip as you worried it between perfect incisors. He licked his own lips and smelled the mark, the scent of the noble emanated from it instantly. He scoffed, you were thoroughly branded.

“Jus’ last night, one noble. You a vampire hunter? Can ya help me?” You clutched onto his sleeve, reveled in the way he still held your jaw. He continued to inspect your wound and neck. He squeezed your jaw softly, your lips puckered the slightest bit. He tilted your face close to his, his searing touch caused your stomach to tense. He smelled so good, he was so pretty, you just didn’t know where to look or put your hands. He scanned your face, either uncaring or unaware of your inner turmoil, and finally he drew himself away.

“I can help you.”

You made a noise of delight, throwing yourself at his huge form. You hugged him close while you embraced him tightly.

“I can’t thank ya enough, sir!” It was his turn to be left stunned, for the first time in an admittedly very long time. Calculated golden brown eyes regarded your gyrating body, took in the sight of you under him. A foreboding feeling inside of him stirred, and he squashed the thought as soon as it manifested.

take her, rip into that sweet neck and take her

Okay, maybe it wasn’t a thought. He felt his right hand twitch, vibrating as if it were laughing beneath the glove. He resisted the urge to sigh heavily, instead he tensed that same hand and then deeply inhaled your scent. Saliva pooled at the tip of his tongue as it rested inside of his mouth. Your figure, despite being a terrible mess from jumping around and attempting to fight him, was a truly stunning sight.

Your hair was in disarray that settled as the time passed. Its color caught in the sunlight which emphasized the tangled strands. You were dirty from tumbling around, grey and brown smudges littered your arms, legs, and face. Your plush body was adorned by simple garments, but he still stirred at the sight. A tight sleeveless mock neck top, cropped just above your cute belly button. Those little shorts that hugged your thighs and hung low on your hips. Knit rainbow socks that were fading and almost too adorable in comparison to your scuffed up boots.

You fluttered tantalizing eyelashes up at him as you drew back. Your blush reddened, and in your bashful state you held your hands behind your back. His cool gaze finally fell to your heaving breasts, your tummy poking out from your cropped shirt, your insanely thick thighs. He had the sudden urge to spar with you again, and perhaps he would use his hands this time.

“I can’t pay ya with money, but m’ home is welcome t’ ya. You’d have three meals a day. Access to all the facilities, and m’ property. Could come ‘n go as you please. ‘N o’ course, if that ain’t enough you could…” your blush became impossibly more prominent, and to his amusement you drew your hands from behind and covered your face. “Have yer way with me, whenever and wherever you want. Jus’ please, sir, help me kill that noble fucker.” He hummed, but didn't give it much thought as he hauled you onto the back of his mare, then mounted her himself. He was close again, you could make out the feeling of his firm body, and he tried not to dwell on how soft yours was.

“Just call me, G. Lead the way, pretty girl.”

Now's your chance, bite into her neck.

He clenched his fist again, then wordlessly beckoned his horse to continue along the trail.

Pussy. You’re a pussy.

G. was used to being on his own, stuck with himself and his inner demons. His horse was his only companion, and she wasn’t much of a talker, either. Just the way he liked it. He’d spent many of his travels basking in endless quiet moonlight, or lounging under an old tree on those long peaceful summer days. It was crucial for him to maintain his collected attitude, embracing solitude. He needed to remain grounded and focused to better eradicate the creatures of the night. It was difficult for him to remain serene and composed when he had you talking his ear off, though.

As soon as he’d slotted himself behind you and kicked off, you’d opened your mouth. It was as if it was your life’s mission to play twenty questions with him. You were always quite the chatterbox, conversing with the overwhelmingly silent man came easy to you. You tried your best to fill the otherwise quiet hours with conversation. The sunlight hit the top of your head as you rode along the dirt path, your form bounced in time with her gentle trot.

“So y’been doin’ this a long time?”

“Yes.”

“Killed many nobles?”

“A few.”

“Where were ya headed before this? Hope ’m not keepin’ you.”

“Nowhere.” He paused as you pouted at his short responses, held back the chuckle that wanted to spill from his mouth, “Looking for monsters to kill, I go where they go.” You hummed, pleased that you were able to get a few more words out of him. He wasn’t such a tough nut to crack.

You were so thankful that he was letting you hitch a ride on his horse. Your feet ached from walking, not to mention this method of transportation would cut your time in half. You might even make it before sun down. You subconsciously leaned yourself against him, dwarfing yourself further. He kept his eyes ahead, took turns when you told him to, and you watched out for any potential danger. Your hands would wave around as you spoke, you attempted to get to know him a little better. A grin spread across your face and widened with each question answered.

“You, like, a mutant or somethin’? You were so damn quick over there, my eyes could hardly catch ya!”

“You could say that.”

“Well, whatever ya are, I sure do appreciate you helpin’ me out.” You were unsure if he was going to take you up on any of the things you’d offered. You didn’t have much to barter with, hardly had any money as well. You’d sustained almost all you had through trading, scavenging, and farming. Despite the rocky state of the world, money still did make it go ‘round. You really hoped he wouldn’t stick you with a fat bill by the end of all this.

You peered up at him, his gaze fixed on the path and your given direction. He sure was handsome, although that really wasn’t the right word. Elegantly beautiful, breathtakingly alluring. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell right away, regardless of proximity. Your face reddened with the idea of him and you and your unbecoming proposition. What would he be like? What faces would he make? The noises?

You shook your head, tried to rid it of those intrusive thoughts. The movement faintly tickled his chest. “Stay still, wouldn’t want you to fall.” He steadied you after noticing how your body slightly shifted to the side. Your gaze met his, when you lifted your head you weren’t expecting him to be staring down at you. “How am I supposed to collect my payment, if you’re badly injured? Or worse, dead.” You gulped, sparkling eyes immediately widened at his remark. His implication. Exactly which form of payment was he talking about?

Heat rose again, however as it did, a sharp pain pulsed in your neck. Your wound throbbed, a sickly heat spread throughout it. Your body felt fevered, you hunched over slightly at the unpleasant sensation. “Ah..” One of his big hands found their way to your hip, to steady you and pull you back into his hard chest.

You clutched at your neck while you turned to bury your face into him. His firm grip on you kept you grounded while you gripped his shirt tightly. “It hurts all of the sudden?!” your voice was hoarse, and there was a steady pounding in your head. Heat, intense burning, spreads throughout your body. Something was calling you, you pawed at your neck. A small noise of pleasure and pain made its way out of the debts of your stomach, your abs clenched, more heat traveled from your neck and pooled down below.

The more G.’s scent filled your being, an instinctual desire further clouded your already foggy mind. You pulled away as he stopped his horse, and stared up at him curiously. Something felt familiar, his smell was so comforting. The sun hadn’t set just yet, but the mid afternoon golden hour hit his luscious locks. Midnight emerald hues that shone in the vivid rays. His gaze, once golden-brown, was replaced by glowing violet. He’d stolen your breath the moment his shining orbs met your own. Drool pooled at the tip of your tongue as it heavily rested in your mouth.

In an instant you were pulled off the horse, your legs were wrapped around his slim waist. He’d backed you up against the trunk of a thick tree. Your body trembled in excitement, or fear? You couldn’t tell, yet you pulled him closer anyway. “G.~” your breathy tone caused him to shift, your core pressed against his broad body and another faint noise tumbled from your pouting maw.

“Does it hurt?” he looked around, how could the vampire’s curse be affecting you when there was still daylight? Just how much venom had been injected into your veins? Or was there a witch around? He couldn't sense anything, but that wasn't a reason to write off the possibility. Afterall, cloaking magic existed. He kept his ears trained on the rustling forest, there was no sign of a minion or even something as insignificant as a bird around. His foe must be very strong, if he can control you even in his slumber. You nodded, with your head against the trunk, your hair caught in the bark. It tangled, and stung, but all you could think about was the throbbing pain in your neck and the intense pulsing from your sensitive heat.

Warmth radiated off of you, he could feel where it was hottest. Glowing violet eyes studied the way you tried to control your writhing. “I can help you,” you peeked one of your closed eyes open and saw the way two pointed fangs protruded from his gaping maw. A hissing-like noise escaped him, and you almost moaned in anticipation. Your body craved those sparkling sharp canines more than anything. “If you’d like me to.”

“You’re a-”

“Dhampir.” his pointed nose nuzzled the wound on your neck, he deeply inhaled the strong scent wafting off of your body. “That alright? Want it?”

“Yes.” you sucked in your breath and held it while he gently grazed your wound with his teeth. He didn’t bite, but lapped at it instead. His warm tongue soothed your aching wound, and you gasped. Your hips rutted against his own, but you didn’t realize it. You were in a trance, with heavy arms you drew him closer. Pushed his face into the crook of your neck, as he continued to suck and lave copious amounts of saliva against it. You tasted so sweet, despite the scent of that noble fresh on you. It seeped from your bite, as if to fight G.’s own as it took over. “Ngh.” A loud thump rang out into the forest from your head smacking against the tree, it’d gone silent as soon as G. had bared his fangs. You were in pure bliss, a numbness began to overtake the once painful area. The looming man, the beautiful man with silky smooth hair and angelic features gently pricked your skin. Not because it was necessary, but because he couldn’t resist.

That’s right, bite her. Take her. You don't see ass as fine as this these days. She wants you, give it to her. You can’t fight it, after all you are just like those vampires at the end of the day, aren’t ya? That putrid blood runs through your very own veins.

His gloved hand snickered as he slammed it against the trunk, careful not to splinter it. Careful not to drop your grinding form. Your clinging form. Just a small taste of your ruby essence had him painfully straining against his tight pants. He maneuvered the both of you, rather than listen to the cackling in his head. The taunting voice as you unraveled underneath him beautifully.

He hadn’t kissed you, touched anything but your sides and neck, yet you felt you might climax before long.

G. gathered your curvaceous figure, his large palms supported you by your plump backside. His hands wandered farther than he meant them to, and you bucked into him again. He laid you on the soft ground, grabbed under your knee and brought it further up his back. He inspected the now numb wound, the way your ample breasts heaved with desire, the darkness in your eyes. Your cheeks were rosy, when had he last gazed upon someone so closely? Small shaky hands held his face, his sharp features hypnotized you. “Does it still hurt?” his deep voice startled you, and as your body jumped in surprise your core grinded against something heavy and firm in his pants. He didn’t make a noise, his expression remained unchanged, but you saw perspiration on his brow. A small dusting of rouge at the high points of his own cheeks.

“N-no,” words slurred together, “J-jus’ burns.”

“Where does it burn?”

“Mmm.” you whined, and ground against him, a slickness formed at the center of your little shorts.

“Your neck is better?” his inquiry fell on deaf ears, but he could tell that you weren’t in any pain regardless. Your neck was no longer hot, there wasn’t an obvious throbbing in it either. Your eyes were teary with desire, definitely a side effect from the wound and probably from his proximity and the blood that coursed through his veins. Your body knew something you didn’t but your hazy mind didn’t dare dwell on that. Not when he was rolling his hips into you.

The friction was enough to make you clamp down on nothing. You arched your back, your pebbled nipples shown obviously through your skimpy top. Your tummy folded with his movement, and he could confidently say he’d never had someone so beautiful under him before. He’d been around for a long time, yet being so mesmerized was a first for him.

His gloved hands explored your trembling chest, lifted your shirt to reveal your bouncing breasts. They jiggled with every drag of his hips, his hands palmed them one at a time. “May I taste?” he kissed your nipple then, and when you nodded in response his devious tongue poked out then sucked you in. A deep moan crawled up from the depths of his throat, it reverberated across your skin. The golden hour was shifting to sunset, but you didn’t care. You were so beyond aroused, a demon could pop out and you wouldn’t notice.

“Ugh, feels good.” your sweet voice cried out, and you gently ran your fingers through his hair. His scalp was sensitive, he hated when people touched it, but he practically purred as your almond shaped nails grazed it. He unbuckled his pants, it was so fast you didn’t know he did until his tight briefs were sliding against your short shorts. His fangs grazed your breasts, gently nipped at your nipples, but he didn’t draw any blood.

He moved in tune with your trembling hips, your bodies in perfect sync as you gave into temptation and instinct. It was slick, hot, he was just as aroused as you were. How were you so beautiful despite being covered in scrapes, bruises, dirt. He hated filthy people, he hated the uncleanliness that surrounded him on a daily basis. But he loved the salty sweet taste of your sweaty skin. He was enamored by your messy hair, your tattered clothes. Your delicious breasts kept calling to him. He lifted you up just so he could bite into your soft tummy, a bruise formed in its wake, then he dropped you right back into his lap. His pace slowed down, he deepened his movements so you could feel his throbbing erection.

He was in a trancelike state himself, equally drunk off of this sensation he hadn’t felt in probably decades. You lifted your hips, shimmied off your shorts, and revealed the tiniest black lace. Your plump hips and ass practically swallowed it. Saliva dripped from his mouth just to roll down your tummy and get absorbed by that very fabric. In the distance, as a fiery orange sunset began, he could hear coyote laughter. He felt like something that sounded just as cynical would pour out from his jaw. His glowing eyes intensified as he slid against you again.

There was no reason to do this, no reason to give into this animalistic desire. He’d already taken care of the pain, numbed that entire area with his own sedative-like saliva. Yet he continued to rut against you like some depraved virgin. Gentle noises escaped him as he finally gave in to the pleasure. Your panties were soaked. Slick stuck to your thighs, dripped down the curve of your ass. His briefs were stained darker the more that he mushed your pelvises together.

“Huff.” a heavy breath danced across your face, he leaned in closer to nudge your nose with his own.

A breeze poured in, briefly interrupting the heat of the moment. Your skin cooled, and a shiver wracked your already trembling form. G. shrugged his hood off, held you up so he could fasten it around you, and then continued his assault on your groin. You reached out to trace his handsome face again, your thumb squished his bottom lip, then pulled the top one to the side to reveal one shining fang.

With his rough movements, that only got rougher, your thumb jostled and his canine pricked it. A tiny bead of blood pebbled at the tip, a pleasured moan heavily fell from your glossy lips. You wiped it across his lips, pinched it just to make more come out. Your foggy eyes crinkled in further desire when he finally gave in and sucked it. He drew your thumb into his perfect mouth, and indulged in his little treat. Sucked, and scraped it just a bit more. A pool of wetness trickled out of you, and he could feel it. Smell it.

He threw his head back, exposed his pale neck, and you reached up to lick the sweat gathered there. Narrowed eyes watched as you laid him down into the soft grass. You straddled his sharp hips, laid your tits against him, and let your wetness consume him. You nibbled his chin, only to draw yourself back with your hand against his chest. Onyx hair pooled in the deep velvety green grass below the both of you, his hat a few inches away. He actually looked perplexed, maybe even pained.

You wanna bite her. You wanna taste that pumping hot iron. You wanna fuck the ever loving-

You pushed your dainty panties to the side, pulled his briefs down, and slid against him. It started so quickly, he didn’t know how you managed it, but you completely took him by surprise. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he could tell you were a feisty challenge of a woman. A spitfire he’d had yet to have in his company. Most people were rather timid in his presence, or threw themselves at him shamelessly. There was no in between.

At the end of the day, he knew this was all because of that noble’s kiss, not your own desire.

Seductive rolling hips and thick thighs cradled his slim waist. Puffy lower lips kissed his hot length at a tantalizing pace. You slid against him so well, it almost felt like you were actually having sex. Copulation was never at the forefront of his mind, he was so focused on ridding the world of evil beasts, that he hardly indulged in actual food. He trailed his hands up your sides, pulled his left glove off to squeeze your bouncing breasts once more. You brushed his hand away, guided it to your ass instead. Your breasts felt so nice squished against him, and you pecked him while you picked up the pace. It was so small, he wouldn’t have noticed that your lips touched if he wasn’t so zeroed in on everything you were doing. You wrapped your trembling fingers into his silken hair, and pressed your foreheads together. Frotting in the grass, his hood billowing in the wind and swallowing your figure, your tongue sticking out. His eyes went from narrow slits into genuine hearts as he kissed you at last. He closed the gap, closed his eyes, swallowed your lolling tongue into a fiery lip lock that had you moaning out loud. So loud, you were thankful there were no other people around.

He hated sweat, he never got hot. He was working up a sweat for the first time, he held you close and moved his hips deeper into you. Your clit repeatedly kissed the head of his swollen prick, the head occasionally prodded your entrance. A loud pop rang out every now and again, there was no way you’d be able to take him right there. But god did that sinful stretch feel so good, you had to fight with your body so as to not just fully sink down onto it. His chest flushed, you were getting sloppy. You had to be close.

Your puckered lips kissed him repeatedly, you didn’t want to separate your chests so you hugged yourself against him. Your thighs and hips burned with exhaustion. Your bareback for the day was finally catching up to you, and you whined. You just needed to feel that winding coil snap. You had to. His bare hand that was tightly gripping your ass for dear life snaked itself between your legs. Perfectly manicured nails rubbed at the rubbery smooth mound between your legs and you squeezed your legs together as best as you could.

“Ah! Shit!” you threw your head back, then collapsed into his chest again. Your body was limp finally, and you let him have his way with your aching slit. A deft digit traced your entrance, experimentally squeezed itself inside, and then rubbed against that sponge-y spot that had you loudly cry out again. Your voice was heavenly, he loved how your spine arched deeper. It was easier for him to insert his ring and middle finger in. Come hither motions had you throw your hips back in time with his rocking wrist. You rode his impossibly long fingers, and drooled against his chest. Tears leaked from your eyes as his gloved hand brought you down onto his pelvis again. Despite the fingers nestled into your dripping heat, he somehow bullied his engorged cockhead inside as well. At that point, could even be considered a virgin anymore? He didn’t move, G. knew he wouldn’t be able to thrust inside all the way. But his big fingers were already inside, the stretch must’ve stung so much. You hissed in pleasure, to his surprise (yet again).

“Yes!” your eyes were squeezed shut once more, and he moved his fingers in and out. His cock stayed in place, loved the way you squeezed around him and gushed more. His fingers felt good, so good as they reached far into you and then pulled almost all the way out. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely did sting. It was so addicting, but not as much as your fingers were as they scraped his sensitive scalp.

“Ngh…ah…” low noises rumbled in the back of his throat, he opened his mouth to moan with you as you unconsciously got him off by pulling his hair. You massaged his scalp, ran your fingers through inky tresses, and he had to repress that nasty urge to sink his fangs deep into your pounding pulse. It took everything in him not to ram his aching dick all the way inside of you. He knew you’d be so tight, the back of your throbbing hole would kiss his head so lovingly.

Bite her you disgusting bastard, y’know you wanna~.

His hand cackled inside of his head, he held you close just to roll his hips against you harder. Faster. He was close, his release was tight in his stomach. There was a knot that was just begging to snap. Your sweat danced with his, and not an ounce of pain was felt anymore. Just a searing hot pleasure just about to boil over. Mushing, sticky rubbing was all you could think about, your mind was too hazy to take in your steadily darkening surroundings. The sun still poked out, just barely, the sound of the forest coming alive once again was finally becoming clearer. Your own animalistic grunting and moaning filled the small patch of grass you occupied.

“M’gonna cum.” Your slurred proclamation had him sinking a little deeper inside. His fingers were brutal in their pace, and he laid you out as his release threatened to wash over him. Pink and magenta rays of sun kissed your dripping skin, his hair tickled your face. Toned thighs nudged your own apart once more, his angry cock slid against you again while he rubbed your clit. He poked and prodded your tight entrance, and he held himself in place. His eyes were still glowing that unnatural hue, his large uncovered palm spread your legs flush against the ground, bending them at your sides. It burned, your orgasm quickly approached while his silky hair curtained your surroundings. His violet eyes held your stare, your eyebrows drew together as you haggardly heaved your breaths and moaned so prettily.

What was he doing? With a client no less. Had he no shame?

“Fuck,” he swat at your clit and you gushed around him. “Cum for me.” He spit on your face, grabbed your jaw tight. A slimy tongue licked a trail up the side of your face and gathered your shedding tears. You nodded, sweet symphonies left your parted lips. “Pretty, you’re so beautiful.” He gushed, his bare hand ran up your side and rubbed at both of your breasts. He squeezed them, and leaned down to nip and kiss them both. Tiny red marks were left as proof of his kisses. “I haven’t even killed the bastard, and you’re already giving me such a sweet reward. How can I wait for the actual payment? You taste so sweet.” It was the most you’d heard him speak that whole day. He was singing sweet harmonies with you, your echoing voices made a sensual duet as the sun continued to set.

Crickets began to chirp, your back rose in a desperate arch. His gaze widened, his pace quickened. He’d never seen something so breathtaking, not in his entire life. He swallowed your breasts, his mouth needed something inside of it. If it wasn't your chest, it was your tongue, or your finger. He loved the way you tasted, thoughts of your earlier tumble and scuffle and hours of sweating flew out of his mind. If he was of sound mind, he'd be repulsed, but in that moment he was licking your lips and (gently) biting at your neck.

“Gonna cum, may I come inside?”

You frantically nodded your head, and he kissed you. He pulled you close, felt your body tense and your insides pulse. Your body wracked with shivers as your orgasm came over you. “Ngh.” He came as he felt more of your slick gush down his throbbing length. Your exhausted frame slumped into the ground, you felt completely spent after hours of fooling around. You didn’t have much daylight left, you needed to get up and get home to your brother. What were you thinking? Embarrassment burned your cheeks.

“I am so sorry, ‘m not sure what came over me.”

“The noble cast a spell upon you, this will happen from time to time.” G. explained while he fixed his pants. When you blinked he was by your side with a wet rag. He'd made sure to wet it with clean water from one of his canteens. His top was undone a little more, and you clung to him as he cleaned you up. He rubbed your thighs, and wiped your face off. His sponge bath felt too relaxing, and as you continued to lose daylight you surprisingly didn’t feel any less safe. He helped you get dressed, kept his hood draped around your shoulders. He handed you a different, smaller canteen of water. You groggily sipped from it, your appreciation didn't need to be verbalized. Another gentle breeze blew through your sweaty messy hair, and you sighed in a content state. He pulled you up, and situated you in front of him on his horse once again.

The night settled in, and it was eerily still. You were so much later than you told Yaga you’d be. Yet you still didn’t feel any danger lurking in the darkness. The stars danced and twinkled in the sky above, it was an endless sea of sparkling blue. It was such a calm evening, you could see everything ahead of you clearly. The fog from the prior night was not anywhere to be found. There were no creatures slinking in front of you, no undead. As you passed into the threshold of your town at last, you breathed out a sigh of relief. (Despite the rude and questioning stares that followed you on your way home.) You made a detour for the ice cream your brother promised before you began the trek to your property.

Your cozy farm was seemingly untouched, the barrier was raised. You pointed your remote at it with a shaky hand, and disengaged the security system. Your brother poked his head out of a window, when he heard the noise. His eyes lit up, and he raced out to you. The tall man babysitting him shouted after him, in exasperation.

“Yuji, d’ya know what time it is? Get back ta bed!” He stopped his scolding when he saw you, and the mysterious man that held you against himself. His words caught in his throat, “Goodness, what happened?”

“Jus’ not feelin’ too well lately. I’ve hired an extra set o’ hands.” You lied smoothly, well half lied, as you spoke you struggled to sit up fully. Yuji raced to the side of the horse immediately, he stopped himself from gushing over the half bionic creature. He was too worried about the state in which you returned.

“Sis, you’ve been sick?!” He rushed to help you off of the massive horse, and helped you lean against his smaller frame. You felt weak against him, he was a strong boy but you’d never felt so light before. He hoisted you onto his back and raced back inside. You’d been burning up, he rushed to give you something to reduce your fever.

“G.,” you reached out in front of you, your eyes beginning to shut. The man was by your side in an instant, he crouched down beside you. “It’s starting to throb again.” This time there was no desire. The peaceful early evening crept towards an endless howling darkness. Something felt ominous, and Yaga powered your barrier back up. The system zapped into place, and he held a gun across his chest.

“Get some rest darlin’, I got this place covered t’night.” Yaga urged you to make your way up to your room. Yuji nodded, he’d ask you about the strange man you brought home some other time. Besides, the tall man looked like a new friend. Especially if he cradled you in such a protective way. G. held you close and followed your directions just like he’d been doing all day. He was drawn to your sigh as you sunk into your big mattress. He hadn’t slept in a bed in such a long time, and you silently willed him to lay beside you.

“It hurts.” He didn’t hesitate to hover over you, draw his fangs out and suck on your neck just like earlier. When it began to go numb again, you thanked him profusely. “Reckon there’ll be more nightmares.” You mumbled, yet your eyes still shut. Your body still relaxed heavily into your mattress.

“Sleep now.” The quiet man let you cling to him as you drifted off into the abyss, his scent calmed your once rapidly beating heart. You’d never met the man in your life, yet he felt so safe, so familiar. Your body cried out as if it knew him. Or at least something inside of you knew him. His wish was your command, and sleep took over as quickly as you thought about it. The exhaustion finally caught up to you. Before you fully lost consciousness, you’d heard him utter a quiet apology into the otherwise empty room. “I pushed you too hard today, sorry pretty girl. I’ll be more careful in the future.” You nuzzled into him further, and finally let the depths consume you.

•

You saw flashes of cold, dark brown eyes, all around you. You were surrounded by a sinking abyss, black walls and grey smoke at your feet. You tried to shout, to make any noise but it died in your throat. All that came out were visible cold puffs of air. It was freezing. Your body wanted to shiver, but something inside of you felt just warm enough to endure. As you caught the glimpse of eyes you desperately tried to run away from, you silently cried out for anyone to hear you. To see you. To pull you out. You were in a tattered white wedding gown. The further you ran the more distressed it became despite not brushing up or getting caught in anything. Your feet were bare, and became scraped, somehow your legs even became scratched up. As if you were running through invisible thorn bushes.

“H..” you tried to scream out help but it kept getting caught in your throat. Your foot caught on itself, and you tumbled face first into the ground. It didn’t hurt, if anything your hands grasped at it for dear life. Your body finally began to feel warm again, the dull throb began to subside as well.

“W-wake up.” You tried to will yourself, you’d figured this was all a dream when you fell down. Almost as if it shook you awake, despite still being surrounded by the loathsome darkness. You stared down at the ground, felt eyes surround you once more. There was something so soothing about the somehow warm ground, you clutched and scraped at it to see if anything would give. If it was dirt it’d be beneath your nails, but there was nothing. It wasn’t clothes, you couldn’t bunch it up. You felt around in the darkness for anything to grasp onto.

Tears sprang up from your eyes, yet they confused you. You weren’t upset, you were just frustrated. Why were you crying? Your hands finally found purchase on something. As they grasped around a handle you frantically tugged. It was the door to a hatch, or something underground. Maybe it was a way out? You desperately tugged and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge.

You grunted in frustration, how could you work up a sweat in your dream? Before that thought could properly form, you felt something cold wash over you. Then your eyes snapped open. The rooster crowed outside, the tiniest speck of the sunrise shown through your window. You were still in a daze as you looked down, your cracked window let a gentle breeze blow your hair in the wind. Below you was the curious pointed gaze of your hired bodyguard. Small hands gripped around his throat. Familiar hands. Your hands. You gasped and hastily pulled them away.

“I am so- Well I am jus’-!” You were so flustered, it pulled the faintest of smirks from his otherwise relaxed expression.

“No need to apologize.” He picked himself up, and you clambered off of his lean body. “You can’t hurt me, and neither can that curse. It can try to, however. The sight was quite amusing.” A cheshire grin spread across his elegant features, his eyes crinkled in heady amusement. You finally took a good look at him, with a clear mind and bathed in the sweet rising sunlight. His dark clothes were wrinkled, yet he didn’t appear disheveled. His hair was perfectly laid in place. Not a strand was astray.

“Lemme give you a tour o’ the place. Then I’ll whip us up some breakfast.” He wordlessly followed you around your room, you tidied yourself up. Tiny little dark denim shorts, even shorter than yesterday, had your ass peaking out just below them. A tight spaghetti strap tank top, dark grey, clung to your ample chest. If one were to stare at you for too long, they’d notice the faintest bloomed marks on the swell of them as well as one on your tummy. The top rested above your navel, was this the latest fashion trend? Exposing our midriffs? It’d been a while since he’d been around women of that time. Was this a statement, or for practicality? You threw on slightly less battered boots than yesterday, and tied a red bandana around your neck. Something to cover the wound that still hadn’t gone down in size. Languid fingers brushed through your hair and into a style that would quickly get your hair up and out of the way.

You’d felt refreshed, took in a deep inhale of the morning air when you finally opened the door to your front porch. Chickens clucked around your yard, G.’s horse stood in the middle of a small flock. She clicked her metal hoof, and flicked her silky black tail, but made no move to seriously shoo them away from her space. Yuji was chasing a lamb around, trying to wrangle it back into its original pen with the rest of the sheep. It made a noise of protest as he finally got ahold of it, and moved it back in with its parents. He saw you on the porch, watching him, and waved you both over enthusiastically.

When you finally walked over, he clung to your arm. Fluffy unruly pink hair brushed against your bare arm. You cooed affectionately brushed your fingers through it. When he looked up at you, his big brown eyes widened like he remembered something important.

“Don’ you worry ‘bout the chores, sis. I can handle ‘em all. You just go rest ‘n get better. I’ll show this guy the ropes.” Yuji tried to push you back towards the house, his wide eyes squinted and tongue poked out with determination. You chuckled, and let him get you back to the porch. He led you to a large swinging bench.

“Well what was the point of walkin’ over t’ya if you were just gonna send me right back inside?” You giggled, but still sat on the plush porch swing that overlooked the front of your property. The cushions were well maintained. You’d found the beaten up floral cushions in an abandoned house a while back. It was your mission to fix up the house your parents left you, yet the only thing you’d had time to fix was the swing. You stained the wood burgundy, used whatever baking soda and detergent you could on the once brown cushions, now a faded cream color with what was probably pastel pink flowers. The once rickety hinges were now silent as you gently swayed back and forth, the chains that held the seat up were replaced as well. You laid your body down, fully resting sideways to watch your brother. The warm sunlight as it took over was comforting, the birds singing brought a lazy smile to your face. How could you be so relaxed in such a violent world? G.’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued.

“Well,” Yuji kicked his feet, hands held behind his back as he looked down, “I jus’ got excited. I miss you.” He mumbled, you could barely hear him but the bright smile that took over your features at your cute little brother’s admission practically blinded G.

“Well, alright, I’ll leave ya to it.” You shooed him away, but not before pulling G. closer. He knelt down as your brother waited for you to finish talking. “If ‘s too much, don’t do it. I’d hate to have ya help out when it’s not what yer here-.”

“It’s not a problem. I can do it.” He leaned down, something suddenly came over him, he just had to nuzzle his nose against yours. Calculated eyes held warmth that he wasn’t ready to share, but he was but a victim of desire. His inky tresses tickled your face, pointed nose brushed against yours so affectionately. He had to admit it, just a night and he was enamored. His usually stagnant heart just couldn’t stop from its erratic dance when he saw you. He felt the urge to protect you.

He rose, his hood billowed as some wind picked up, and his sharp gaze suddenly turn towards the outskirts of your property. He’d heard hooves, angry mumbling, frantic footfalls. It wasn’t dark out, and yet he could smell smoke and fire, the telltale signs of an angry mob. He stood in front of you protectively, instinctively reached behind to soothe your worried head. You could hear them as they got closer, your confused eyes searched the crowd as it appeared. You could recognize everyone, all of the people that flooded your front yard were people you grew up with around town.

The usual warm smiles and sleepy eyes were filled with something tense in the men. Lips pulled back and frightened scowls littered the children and women. Small children clutched their mother’s garments, men held pitchforks and torches. Women carried rosaries and crosses clutched in their hands, mouthing silent prayers. You were completely bewildered, what was going on?

“You!” Finally a man spoke up, pompous nose upturned, blond hair styled in a gaudy poof, bright pink suit tailored and embroidered with flowers. The mayor's son, you rolled your eyes, just who you needed to see.

“What is it now, Eugene?” You sighed, and lifted yourself up, but it was too fast and you clutched your head as dizziness overtook you. G. balanced you, and you held onto his arm for support. When did you become so exhausted? You’d just woken up.

“What’s under the bandana?” He lacked any tact. You sighed, and pinched the bridge of your nose.

The sheriff of your town held a pipe in his hand, the other loosely held the reins to his horse. He was at the front of the crowd, right there with the mayor and his son. A slim yet well-built man, dark brown western style hat beat up, boots scuffed just the same. His horse was older, a brown beauty he took pride in, and he gently climbed off of her.

“Sweetheart,” he started, trying to ease the tensions amongst everyone. He knew you. They all did. “There’s been some talk, since ya left yesterday mornin’. About the Zen’in’s findin’ another bride.” You rubbed his neck, clearly not having to be the one to say any of this. You looked around amongst the townsfolk, and then back at the sheriff.

“What’s that hafta’ to do with me?” Yaga made his way out of your house then, he stood tall beside you when he realized just what he walked out to. Your bite burned again, heat rose to your cheeks. Cursed vampires, cursed wound, cursed town.

“Well,” he blew out some smoke then, “I know yer not in cahoots with those damn dirty nobles. Please, darlin’, just give these people that peace o’ mind. Show ‘em yer neck, ‘n we’ll be on our way.”

“Like that slut would show y’all anythin’, o’ course she’s slept with him. I say we burn this place ‘fore they can get ta the rest of us!” The mayors son proclaimed, clearly still upset from your numerous rejections. He’d proposed marriage on several occasions, the most recent just a couple days prior to your attack. Seemed like his wounds were still fresh.

You rubbed your carefully trimmed brow with the tip of a pretty polished finger. “I’m not the plaything of some bastard noble. I don’t hafta prove shit to y'all.” You crossed your arms over your chest, and huffed while you defiantly turned your head to the side.

“This harlot is scared shitless, don' let 'er fool ya, quick! Someone grab ‘er and rip that damn scarf off!” The mayor chimed in, backing his sons accusation. He was in the comfort of a carriage, monocle askew as if he’d been rubbing under his eyes, still in his off white pajamas that were a size too small for his plump stomach. He pointed a meaty finger in your direction, as if to sick his dogs on you. The crowd riled up, encouraged by their mayor.

Eugene seemed to give up on the idea of anyone taking the leap, so he himself rushed over to you in an attempt to take the bandana off. G. didn’t let him get far, he knocked him over before the poor bastard could even blink. He was winded, landed on the ground in a puff of dust and a loud thud, “Oof!” He rubbed his backside, his face red with embarrassment. “Who the hell is this? Why’s he shackin’ up at your place?”

“He’s my farmhand while I recover.” You looked around, at sheriff Higuruma, at the children scared for their safety, your peers. “I…” you gulped, realizing you owed it to at least those people your honesty, “I was attacked. I didn’t want this, the Zen’in head assaulted me. G. is here to take care of him for us. I am not with those vile nobles.” You pleaded, finally undoing your scarf and revealing your pulsing wound to those around. Some gasped, some women fainted he’ll be after us next, I jus' know it, others shook their heads and crossed themselves with their rosaries.

Higuruma came up to you then, crossing onto your porch and made his way next to you on the bench. Yaga was by your side in that instant as well, he was the town doctor after all. “Y’ shoulda’ told me ‘bout this sooner. Did ya even disinfect it properly?”

“I did it for her.” G. stated, stepping to the side to give the men some room, he kept a cautious eye on the rest of the crowd.

Yaga eyed the stoic man, “I thank ya kindly for takin’ care of my girl here.” Yaga was like a father to you and your brother, or a fatherly uncle. He was close friends with your parents and swore to protect the both of you to the best of his ability if anything were to happen to them. You began sweating, kept the pain you were feeling to yourself. You held G.’s hand when he stepped closer to you again, sensed your pain and wanted to comfort you. Why did he want to comfort you? “If ya don’t mind me askin’, what makes you think you can stop those nobles? Y’ seem strong, but that won’t get ya very far. ‘N we all know the only way to truly stop a noble is…”

“To put them down.” G. finished Yaga’s sentence, caressed the top of your head. “He won’t be my first vampire, and he definitely wont be my last. I’m rather good at this.” His confidence boosted your spirits, made you hopeful that you’d be rid of this damned curse. That he’d do it before it was too late for you.

“Why should we trust this wench? The moment she let herself be attacked by that thing, her rights were forfeit! Who cares ‘bout this hunter, how d' we know he’s even tellin’ the truth? How could this man possibly protect our village ‘n kill that noble?!” The mayor exclaimed, further encouraging the people around him in their apprehension. Voices in agreement, some in acknowledgment and contemplation, gradually grew. It felt like you were slowly being swallowed by a large shadow. It clouded the vignette of your vision, your insecurity and feelings of being overwhelmed threatened to consume you whole. You were feeling so hot yet again, Yuji immediately caught on to your discomfort and poorly state; so he rushed over to you. Droplets of beading sweat began to pebble on your forehead, as your fever began to rear its ugly head into you.

Your brother made a noise in the back of his throat at the sight of you, got you to your feet and let you climb onto his back again. “Don’t worry ‘bout those chores, mister. Jus’ keep these people out while I put my sister back inta bed.” G. nodded, and your brother made his way inside and up the steps with you on his back.

G.’s leering figure almost appeared to double in size to the people in the yard as he stood guard outside of the door. He was suddenly so intimidating, no one dared approach the house further. An almost demonic-like aura radiated from his form, swirling black tendrils began to emanate from his feet then up to his silhouette. A wide, toothy, contemptuous grin spread across his face as he stared at the mayor and his son. His piercing, condescending eyes crinkled. Long thin legs began their descent from the porch, and made their way across to the father-son duo.

“Mmn…” G. made a contemplative noise as he eyed the crowd that steadily backed away from him. It was as if a dark shadow cast itself among the frightened townsfolk, the sound of the farm and surrounding land went silent. The people kept their voices to hushed whispers amongst themselves as he began to speak, “I implore you to give me some time, two more days.” His voice dripped with fake sincerity. He was clearly feigning his pleading, mocking those that were so frightened by such a small woman and a bite wound of all things. As if killing her would stop that noble’s search amongst the rest of these insolent, puny people, “If I am to fail, I’ll take care of her myself.” He held a slim, sharp hand across his heart. “Would you like me to prove my abilities to you all?”

The mayor gulped, then cleared his throat. “I g-guess we have no choice, then.” He motioned for everyone to leave, while his son stayed put. G. smiled, but it lacked sincerity, he nodded along as if content with the chubby man’s answer.

Two more nights, and you’d be rid of that damned curse.

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a/n: okay so, obviously like half of this doesn’t happen in the actual film, basically like none of it, it’s loosely based off of it! I hope yall could still see the references and inspiration and I kept the general set up the same :) also, requests and prompts are open. I’d love to write more, and am open to ideas!! I hope yall enjoyed this, I put a lot of thought into it. The next two parts will be released relatively soon :) so be on the lookout!!

 The sound of a clock ticking in the corner of the classroom could be heard as Gojo’s class waited for the end of a very tiring school day. Long grey blinds swayed as a gentle breeze blew in from the cracked windows, a ray of sunlight beamed across the room and illuminated his desk in an almost ethereal light. The man himself was certainly angelic, the light only highlighted his delicate features. A pensive expression showed on his face, his thin silver rimmed glasses pushed firm against his wrinkled bridge. Wispy snow-white hair pushed up and out of his face. His class eyed him curiously as he nibbled on his thumb while he appeared to be staring (rather unprofessionally) daggers into his smartphone. What could he be looking at that had him so tense?

 “You good, Mr. Gojo?” His student, Yuji Itadori, piped up just as the final bell rang. As if pulled from his thoughts, Gojo snapped his head up and beamed a wide smile in response to Yuji.

 “Of course, never been better.” He shot a quick glance down at his phone, his screen still open. Yuji gathered his items, a cheeky grin on his face while he waved goodbye to Gojo who was still looking at his phone. He was rereading a sequence of messages between the both of you, hoping he wasn’t dreaming. What had he gotten himself into?

Pretty Girl: Satoru, I think I’m done dating for good.

Gojo: whatttt?!?!! 😨

Pretty Girl: guys r so nasty, just broke up with Naoya. put up w him longgg enough 😚

Gojo: oh shit fr?! What’d he do this time

Pretty Girl: pissed I wouldn’t let him hit it raw, yelled at me so I sent his ass home.

Gojo: need me to give him the ol’ one two

Gojo: jk, that’s actually really shitty :( wanna hang out n take ur mind offa things???

Pretty Girl: yes 🥺 ice cream pls

Pretty Girl: and Twilight

Pretty Girl: ughhh the more that I think about it the more pissed I get, like why couldn’t he just be happy with me. Am I boring Satoru?

Gojo: ur a snoozefest 🙄

Gojo: no, we have a great time together. He couldn’t handle allat anyways

Pretty Girl: what like you could?

Gojo: duh 

Pretty Girl: then prove it later

Gojo: say sike rn

Pretty Girl: I’m single n ready to mingle 😝

Gojo: k, ur in for it

 Gojo groaned and slammed his head against his desk. How would he even pull this off? It’s not like he was some seasoned veteran. He’d never even held hands with anyone other than you, let alone kissed anyone before. (That’s a lie, you were his first kiss back in college, albeit a drunken one.) How was he supposed to have sex with you? He ruffled his already unruly hair, then smothered his head into the aged mahogany further. As confident as he tried to appear, Gojo was not only a loser; but a virgin. Almost as untainted as the day he was brought into the world.

 He knew all about your (sex)capades, your list of boyfriends, your summer flings. It wasn’t like you had very many, you were just trying to enjoy yourself. There was no shame in that, you were a grown woman. You had needs. He was the ever supportive and faithful friend, your shoulder to cry on. If someone broke up with you after sleeping with you, he was right there with a tub of ice cream and a stack of your favorite DVD’s. You fell in love easily, it didn’t take long for you to move on, much to Gojo’s dismay. Him being in love with you was a secret, well a secret from you. Anyone around you both could see how he felt about you, everyone but you got the clue. He was just shy from sprouting a wagging tail and perked ears in your presence.

 If you were crying over a boy it was always: “Satoru, what do they have that I don’t?” “Satoru, you’re such a great guy, why can’t my boyfriend be like you?” “Satoru, what am I doing wrong?” Every time he wanted to shake some sense into you. You should be with me! He’d yell at you in his head, only to spew out some nonsense about just not having found the right person yet. You’d sniffle, and cuddle him all night but that was the extent of the comfort he’d given you. If it was up to him, he’d wine and dine you. He didn’t have experience with women outside of his colleagues, but he knew how to treat a lady at least. He’d seen quite a few movies, read the right books, listened to your complaints enough to know what you would want in a partner. What you deserved. He could just never find the right moment to confess. Would you even accept his confession?

 You’d sleep with him at least. Which is more than he’d ever even dreamt of. A fact he replayed in his head now that he could finally leave his stuffy classroom.

 On any normal day, Gojo would take his time leaving from his busy work day. He’d stay over, grade some papers, work on his lesson plans, go over his notes for the day. Anything to make his work life easier and set his kids up for success. It wasn’t a normal day however, not with you waiting for him. He was rushing out of the school as fast as he could. If no one needed him then what was the harm in leaving a little earlier? 

 The sight of him was comical, other teachers watched in confusion as he sped through the hallways. He’d brushed off anyone that called out to him sorry later, I’m really busy, determined to make it home in record time. He paid no mind to his bag that was hastily stuffed with papers, on the brink of spilling out. His tie loosened, his hair a mess from the constant nervous tugging he’d been doing. He forgot about his lunch box in the teachers lounge. If he thought about it hard enough, he was pretty sure he had plans with a few of his coworkers to go out for drinks later that night, too. That didn’t matter to him, he was sure they’d understand.

 His face flushed when he finally made it to his car, he threw his bag into the backseat and checked his phone for any more messages from you. There were a few unopened, and for the life of him he couldn’t get his phone to unlock fast enough.

Pretty Girl: I’m actually nervous now, are you sure you wanna do this 🫠

Pretty Girl: imma shave just in case

Pretty Girl: wait r you ok w that, what do u prefer?

Pretty Girl: fuck it ill just shave 

 Gojo didn’t stop the dorky smile from spreading across his face. He could tell you were nervous you didn’t have to say anything. He was glad to know that you were probably just as worked up as he was because it took a little bit of the pressure off of his shoulders. He didn’t know what you were expecting, but you had to know that he was lacking in the sexual encounters department. You were extremely open, maybe you weren’t a prolific kiss and teller, but you made sure to tell your best friend all about your experiences. There was no harm in it as long as Gojo didn’t mind, which he didn’t. It’s not like he had the balls to pursue you anyhow. 

 One thing he knew about you was that you were incredibly sensitive, incredibly needy, and just a touch insecure.

 In his mind you were perfect, what could there possibly be about you that warranted the insecurity? He’d seen your figure during countless trips to the beach, your revealing bikinis didn’t leave much to the imagination. If it wasn’t a small piece of fabric strung around your curves, then it was a tight one piece. You’d taken him panty shopping, trying things on to ask for his opinion from a man’s perspective. You were clueless to how crazy you drove him, as you’d twirl and snap the strings on your lingerie. He was thankful that he was the first one to see you in your purchase, even if it wasn’t for him. (Little did he know that you never wore anything he picked out around anyone.) (A fact you tried desperately to keep to yourself.

 Despite him loving every part of you from your curves, to the fat on your tummy, the expanse of your thighs. He loved more than your body, he loved the way you style your hair, the care you put into your makeup and appearance, the way you walked. He loved that regardless of the circumstance you’d always put 100% into your outfit when going out. You were well groomed, something he didn’t know he even wanted in a partner. He’d paid for your nails more times than he can count (or rather, care to remember), treated you to the spa just because you’d been having a rough day or week. If it wasn’t a full set of nails, it was your hair, or hell- a bag or a pair of shoes. Despite your whining about feeling bad that he’d pay for those things, he’d always brush off your concerns.

 “You wound me. I’m a former rich kid that teaches at a private school, I think I can handle you gettin’ your nails done.”

 You’d smile all shy, pushing him back by his shoulder. You’d thank him profusely, which was another thing he loved. The constant praises you’d wash over him, the smiles, the appreciation. You weren’t spoiled or expectant, but forever grateful. The boost to his ego at being the one to bring out those emotions and sweet words was much too thrilling. It was no wonder that he fell in love with you. 

 What was to be expected however, were your boyfriends being extremely jealous whenever he’d do those things for you. Even if they weren’t willing to cough up the money, it wounded their pride to no end. You’d called Gojo on many occasions, crying over a fight you’d gotten into all because of the new purse he’d bought you. Or over a necklace you had been wanting. Her partners would argue that he was doing boyfriend things to a taken woman, but what was the point of being pissed off just because they were too broke to take care of you? That wasn’t his fault.

 On his way home, he couldn’t help himself as he pulled into your favorite store, he had already picked up the ice cream you wanted. It was a cozy small business that wove their own jewelry, he figured a cute bracelet or a dainty anklet would do for a quick pick me up. 

 He chose an anklet the color of his eyes, and then a white bracelet as a cheeky bonus, whistling as he walked through the isles. Why not get both?  After all, you were hard at work all week. You just broke up with one of your longer relationships, right after a shift no less. You deserve something nice for yourself. The cashier greeted him, recognizing him as a regular of theirs. The younger woman bashfully rang his items, her face warm and posture nervous. When Gojo walked away with his purchase slung over his shoulder in its small paper bag, a large sigh tumbled from her mouth.

 He continued to whistle the same tune, stopping by a florist that was in the same outlet. The older woman tending to the arrangements greeted him, welcoming him in and recognizing him from his frequent visits. She was a nosy woman, and prided herself in being the store in the plaza that he frequented the most. She’d secretly display flowers that he was more inclined to go for, he shopped in patterns, just in case he’d stop by for the day. The chances were very high, he loved to give you flowers more than anything. Your smile when you’d take them from him carefully, and cradle them as you gushed at how pretty they were, was his favorite.

 She sang a small song as she waited for Gojo to pick his arrangement for the day, and her gut was right yet again as he picked out something she’d placed on his dedicated shelf. She sprung to check him out, “Will that be all for you? Would you like a card? Would you like these wrapped?”

 “I’d love that black vase behind you, actually.” He was already fishing his card from his wallet, swiping without a care as she checked him out. He generously tipped her, and thanked her with a wave of his bouquet.

 The walk to his car was short, and he made it home just in time for you to text him that you were on your way. He was breathless as the reality sunk in. He scrambled to freshen himself up.

 You lived twenty minutes away, which was just enough time to scrub his long day off of him and arrange his gift on his kitchen countertop. Right as he was grabbing some water for later, and placing it in his sleek modern fridge he heard keys jingling outside of his door. He quickly threw the bottles into his fridge, and jogged to open the door before you could unlock it yourself. You took his breath away as usual, you’d curled the ends of your hair. Your makeup was minimal, a smoky look with a dark brown lip, his favorite combo. Your keys were raised as if you were about to insert them, your hand frozen into place as you stared up at him with wide eyes. You were surprised, but more than that you were desperately unprepared to see him this soon and this close. You’d worked yourself up on the way over, nerves through the roof as the gravity of your situation unraveled before you as well. While you panicked, he continued to take you in.

 A tight black sweater, the sleeves draped across your shoulders exposing them to the slightly cooler air, and a long black and brown argyle skirt hugged high on your hips and stopped at your mid-shins. Black chunky platforms brought you closer to him. You wore thin glasses that were sat pushed against the bridge of your nose. A dainty necklace sparkled at the base of your neck, and when he realized it was something he’d bought for you a couple years back he beamed down at you. You were gonna get it later, he tapped his foot in anticipation as his gaze caught onto your clavicle. Sensually exposed, he wanted to kiss it so bad.

 You cleared your throat, bringing your wrist slowly back towards yourself. As your lips pursed he drank those in as well, his imaginary tail swishing faster with his growing excitement at seeing you. You were close enough for him to smell your perfume. A scent he’d said he liked, as a passing comment when you tried it out at a store a couple of months back. You were so gonna get it. You bobbed on your heels as you waited for him to let you inside, he was so obviously checking you out it was making the heat from your core travel to your cheeks.

 “Satoru…it’s cold.” You laughed as he hastily brought you inside, his eagerness endearing and refreshing. Especially considering the lack of romance in your life for the last six months, despite the fact that you’d been seeing someone. Gojo was apologizing, warming your shoulders up as he steered you into his living room. He placed you onto his plush couch, and you sighed as you sunk into the white expanse. 

 “Hey there,” he finally said as he sat next to you. He placed his gifts into your lap, pinching your cheek when a grin overtook your features. “You’re cute.”

 “Uh,” you began, clearing your throat as you opened the small paper bag. “Satoru, I love this shop. You remembered? Awe, the colors!” You didn’t hesitate to clip the bracelet onto your wrist, the beads in varying shades of white and a very light purple. You admired it, stroking it and turning the beads in their places, appreciating the work. The flowers had a heavy aroma, it was of course a dark blue and black arrangement. The anklet sat in your lap, and when you went to take off your shoes Gojo stopped you.

 “Lemme do that, later.” His smug request brought further heat to your cheeks, and your shy nod made him clench into his thigh. He was feeling his resolve starting to crumble, he was planning to take his time because he wanted this so bad and he adored you. But that was proving to be difficult the more time that passed between you. It hadn’t been long since he’d opened his door to you, however it was starting to feel like an eternity. “You hungry?” He asked, starting to get up from where he was seated. He felt the light blue sweater he wore being tugged, the gentle grip from your hand pulling him back down.

 He was dressed in loose pajama pants, grey ones that didn’t hide much. His excitement was apparent, and you could tell he was going to be a little difficult to manage. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could see his growing arousal, and boy was it on the bigger side. A silver chain, something simple, hung around his neck. It was a gift from you for his birthday last year.

 “Satoru,” the way you whined, leaning back as you drew his name out, made his breath catch onto the back of his throat. “I’m hungry.” You said, turning your head to the side to expose the expanse of your neck. It looked delicious and he didn’t hesitate to take in your pulse and the scent of you as he immediately buried his face into your neck. He placed a light kiss against the thrumming in your neck, it only grew in its rapid dance. “Want dessert before dinner, please.” You pleaded with him, hiking your leg up and around his hip just to pull him over you. Your skirt rose, exposing your leg over his hip. Your platform dug into his side. It felt incredible while he lapped and kissed your neck further.

 “Just a lil’ taste, don’t wanna ruin your appetite.” He agreed, reaching back to pull off your clunky shoes. They thudded heavily behind him, and even though it turned you on you immediately chastised him.

 “Those were expensive! Be careful!” Your pout down at him was beyond adorable, you tucked your chin as you drew your eyebrows inward. He nodded, not arguing with you, and he pushed your legs back against your sides. It felt awkward as your long skirt pushed up your hips as a result.

 “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’ll get you another pair to make up for it. I’ll be careful from now on, promise.” He leaned down to kiss your knee, and then brought the leg that was closest to the edge of the couch up. Up as he rose back again and he gently kissed your ankle. Your skin smelled like his favorite scrub, something sweet and floral. Your toes were recently done, shiny black polish that he paid for. Your skin was smooth, and he was a little too excited to reach for the anklet he bought you and clip it into place. He kissed it once again, before wrapping it around his hip. Gods he didn’t know what he was doing, when he was going to take things further, what you liked. But this felt like it was going well. He had to be doing something right as he drank in your panting form, excitement written all over your face.

 “Wait, Satoru,” you gently pushed him back, just as he was about to lean down. He was inching your skirt further above your hips, exposing your thighs and lower tummy. Soft skin that he rubbed and soothed as he waited for you to continue, “I’m actually really hungry.” You covered your face in embarrassment as your stomach rumbled almost on cue. He laughed then, a loud surprised one as he looked down at you with such fondness. His gaze soft as he still leaned down, and placed a searing kiss over the front of your panties. A skimpy sheer black pair, he placed his lips over the small black bow in the center. You gasped, raking your fingers in his hair, desperately trying not to buck up. You were so needy, he hadn’t even touched the sensitive part you wanted him to. But the anticipation made it feel like he did.

 “Sure, whatever you want, sweet girl.” He brought your skirt back down, helped sit you up as you fixed your hair. You waited patiently for him to fix you something up, and you felt bad as you watched him walk around his kitchen with his obvious hard on. It wasn’t going away, no matter how focused he was on the task at hand. He was bringing you a tray of snacks, some fruit, some chocolate, some pretzels. (Practically poked your eye out in the process) God he knew you so well, knew exactly what you wanted when you wanted it. He’d been with you for so long, watching you and taking note. It was borderline creepy, he scared himself if he was being honest.

 You happily munched on the snacks he brought you, the tension in the air still buzzing but slowly being consumed by a different feeling. He was over spilling with affection for you as you flipped through the channels on his new television, laughing along as you landed on your favorite sitcom. Corny jokes easing the tension in your shoulders, this is what he wanted from you more than anything. Security, comfortability. He was happy to provide you with whatever you wanted or needed so long as you kept smiling around him. 

 You finally let yourself calm down, in truth while you were hungry you were really just scared. Not of Gojo, never, but of your attraction for him. Scared of how fast things were going, even if you did want it. Badly. You’d always been attracted to him, you’d just never acted on it. There was no way he’d want you. So you let yourself get swept up in small romances, in pretty words and faces that promised to make you happy. They were mediocre at best, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from loving people that treated you well at first and called you pretty. Gojo fell under that category, and so much more, but you wouldn't jeopardize years of friendship. You really didn’t see all that he did was to get you to notice him, you’d thought he was just an affectionate person. Much like yourself. You didn’t understand what possessed you to proposition him that night. You’d been squashing your feelings for years, maybe it was finally getting to be too much.

 On more than one occasion, you’d have friends tell you about wanting to confess to him. To try him out, and you sincerely wished them the best. He’d rejected anyone that you knew, but even if you never saw him date anyone you didn’t think he’d never dated anyone. So as you strolled up to his home, key in hand, you prepared yourself. His experience had to be extensive, he was probably crazy in bed. You’d seen him half naked so many times through the years. Whether it was from trips together or just him unashamedly changing in front of you, you weren’t oblivious to how well built he was. There was no way he wasn’t getting any action.

 You were preparing yourself for a sex god when he laid you down, took control immediately. He moved so smoothly, so sure of himself, he had to know what he was doing. And it not only scared you, but it kind of hurt. The irrational jealousy that you weren’t going to be the first woman he ravaged despite having a couple of bodies yourself. It was funny that you stopped him because it was a little overwhelming, when he was practically the face of an untouched maiden. It was all instinct and adrenaline.

 You finally turned to face Gojo, setting your tray on the black coffee table in front of you. “Can we start in your room? I’m a little sore from being on my feet all day..” Just as your sentences came to an end, he instantly scooped you up. Up we go.~ You yelped in surprise, music to his ears, while he clambered straight towards his bedroom. 

 He kicked his door open, baby blue walls instantly greeting you. Pictures of the both of you throughout the years were scattered amongst his walls, almost taunting you with what you were about to ruin. 

 One in particular caught your attention, hung above his bed was a picture of the both of you at a mutual friend's wedding. You were each other’s plus one. You’d color coordinated, black of course. Happy that your friend was so encouraging of self expression and not superstitious. You’d danced all night, had one too many drinks. When you congratulated the happy couple, his arm was draped so he could hold onto your hip. Possessive for something that wasn’t his, and you ate it up. Reveled in his undivided attention. You danced the night away, fast or slow, it didn’t matter. As the sun began to disappear, you set your camera up, propped against a half finished Corona, you didn't have to beg him for a photo. He knew what you wanted, hugged you tightly from behind as it took a few in rapid succession. Both of you were oblivious to the bets hung in the air on when you’d finally just get it the fuck together. Take that extra leap.

 How could either of you do that though? As reluctance and insecurity shrouded your actions, it was the safest bet to just do nothing. Gojo was not an unsure man. He knew what he wanted, and he got it most of the time. Despite that fact, he was an incredibly devoted man, and knew that so much more than his feelings were on the line. He was lonely, a people pleaser, hung onto any positive reaction he could get. How could he be so selfish, and ruin one of the best things that ever happened to him?

  Well, at least he tried.

 “Of course, I’m sorry sweetheart. You must be so tired.” He gently placed you onto his bed, rubbing your shoulders as you sat on the edge. He massaged down your arms, then made his way down your ticklish sides. “Feelin’ a lil’ better?” You groaned and nodded in approval, then thumped your head onto his broad chest. He tucked his chin over your head while he rubbed your back, the high point of your backside. He could feel the thickness of it as you sat. Your arch into him gave him an insane view. Your silhouette was pitching a tent in his pants, but you were too blissed out to even notice it. Touching you sent shivers down his spine, while goosebumps traveled down yours. 

 “Feels good.” You mumbled, and you further buried yourself into his chest while wrapping your arms around him. He smelled amazing, warm and comforting.

“Is that so.~ I’m glad, want more?” You eagerly nodded and he encouraged you to turn around. He hesitantly pulled your skirt off, careful not to take your panties with it. You lifted your shirt, dragging your bra with it with hardly a care as you laid flat on your stomach. Comfortable on his big bed, cuddling into his fluffy blankets. Comfortability was important to him, and his heart swelled when he thought about the fact that he was making you this way. That you loved his room, and you loved his touch. His hands worked down your back seriously, the knots in your shoulder giving way and you moaned in encouragement.

 “Feels good, ah.” God he was hard, he loved when he could massage you, feeling rewarded himself despite being the one to work your knots away. Knots from a busy hard working day. Although this was his first time having you like this, his knees on either side of your hips. His grey pajama pants were beginning to dampen a little, his drooling cock starting to take its toll. This was so much to take in, your little panties made your ass look like a heart, and his little friend was eager at the sight. He was trying not to touch you with it, but as you felt it painfully strain and twitch every time you moaned you figured you could tease him a little bit. You pushed back into him just the slightest, squishy backside feeling amazing against his lower half. He immediately bucked against you, sweat began to fall from his brow.

 “Sweetheart, can I turn you around?” He asked, rubbing your lower back and stopping himself from kneading the two mounds in front of him. They were jiggling, and he was trying so hard not to bust at the sight. You nodded, just the slightest bit of reluctance as you covered your chest with both of your hands and turned to face him. Holy shit, his eyes were blown. His face was red, and he was so hard. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and thanked the lord that Gojo chose those pants for the night. You felt like you were drooling. The pink tips of his fingers pushed against your pouting maw, and his thumb pulled your bottom lip down. You opened your mouth, tongue squirming inside and he stuck his thumb inside just to feel it twitch. He gently rubbed your tongue, and the slightly salty taste of it had you already seeing stars. You lapped at it, and sucked on it, like it was your favorite candy.

 His breath began to pick up, and all he could focus on was the warm wet sensation. He switched his thumb out for his index and middle fingers. He traced your teeth, your gums, and curiously inched his fingers further down your throat. You tried not to gag, the tears in your eyes proof that he was getting some distance. He pulled them out, a thick strand of drool followed him as if it didn’t want him to leave. Your sharp inhale for breath, a deep and desperate sound further encouraged him. He eagerly placed his coated finger inside of his mouth, and while this normally would’ve repulsed you, instead you felt your heart hammering inside of its cage. Your mouth was still open and you flattened your tongue outward. He couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stick them back in or kiss him, but damn was he going to kiss you senseless regardless.

  He licked your tongue with his own, swallowing you up immediately. You moaned into the kiss, eagerly exploring whatever you could. It was sloppy, and messy, the saliva almost grossed you out. But god did it feel amazing, you’d never do this with anyone else, however he was getting you addicted to doing it with him. You eagerly opened for him, and he drooled inside. He wanted to push you back, he had to do something more. He was getting restless, his hands tugged at the base of your head and tangled into your hair. Your own hands raked through his silky strands. Your noises were deadly, whether it was the smacking of your lips or the squishy sounds of your spittle, or your moans. You were moaning like he was inside of you, and he felt his own pang of jealousy. Others had seen you like this, kissed you breathless and you looked like this for them? 

 He nipped at your bottom lip, and you fought to bite his lip instead. Drawing it back and pricking him in the process. He gasped, and moaned. His noises were surprising, was he always this vocal? You wanted more, so you pulled him down against you just to man handle his mouth again. You were tugging and biting his lip. Surely bruising him but he wanted it, needed you to mess him up like he was going to mess you up. It was overwhelming you how good this felt, how delirious you were starting to feel. He licked your cheek, held your jaw in place as his tongue started where his hand held you, up and along the side of your face. He caressed your ears, and then his hands acted on their own, exploring your exposed chest. You’d forgotten that you were shirtless, forgotten that you’d only been in your skimpy panties. 

 This freaked you out as you were reminded of the fact that you were about to hook up with your oldest friend. Your closest friend. Your insanely handsome best friend that was way too good at kissing and way too pliant. You pushed him back, needing to catch your breath. Maybe even needing to escape. He panted with you, not going to wipe his mouth that had a little bit of his blood mixed in with his saliva. So much saliva, it had to have been yours as well. You were sure you weren’t in a better state than him.

 You sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed once again and he sat next to you. There was some space between the both of you, his ceiling fan spun above you as you continued to breathe haggardly. You shivered, the loss of warmth caused goosebumps to spread across your body, and your nipples tantalizingly perked. He watched you, just wishing you would notice the heart eyes he had for you. That he was giving you actively.

 “S-Satoru.” You choked out, voice breathy, “I want you to know that I really value us.” He nodded along, hanging off of every word that tumbled from your trembling lips. They were red, swollen, your face was moist from him licking you repeatedly. “It- it’s been a while since I’ve slept with someone. Naoya was super selfish, and it hurt so I just didn’t wanna anymore. He was big, which was really scary. And you’re big- Ugh.” You put your face in your hands as you shifted your knees to touch them against his own. “I’m so sorry, I know I shouldn’t be talking about that when we’re about to…”

 He stopped you then, taking your hands into his own. “Babe, you think that would make me insecure?” He gestured to himself, flatted his lips and lifted his eyebrows as if to say have you seen me? “Besides,” he pointed to below his belt, “do you even know what I’ve got goin’ on down here? I promise, talkin’ ‘bout that guy won’t do nothin’ to me. He ain’t got nothin’ on me.” His confidence perked you up, and a few hesitant giggles left your tense lips. He rubbed your thighs again, hoping to comfort you. And the tension gave way, you leaned against his chest again. “Wanna stop for today?” You shook your head, and clenched your fists into his shirt.

 “I think you just have to take your time to prepare me and whatnot. To put it bluntly, I don’t take big dick well. And you clearly have a big one.” You mumbled, peaking your head up to gauge his reaction. His brows furrowed in response and your heart sank. “If it’s too much you don’t have t-”

 “Why wouldn’t I prepare you?” He sounded genuinely confused, almost offended that you thought he’d just do whatever he pleased. Like your comfortability and pleasure wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. Your heart stuttered once again, and you owlishly blinked up at him. “Gonna make you feel good.” He said, nudging your nose with his own. “Though, you’re gonna hafta guide me. Since I’m a first-timer ‘n all.” You pushed him back then, your jaw gaping at his statement. First-timer?

 “You fuckin’ liar!” You slapped his chest, laughing not believing him for a second. Classic Gojo pulling out some jokes to lighten the mood. He stood firm though, his grin seeming a little too sincere. “Wait, you’re jokin’ right?” You asked, placing your hands flat against his chest as you stared up at him. He shook his head, melting at how beautiful you were.

 “You’re so beautiful.” The words tumbled from his mouth, but you could barely process his compliment as you were stuck on the devastating (yet exciting) revelation. Wait, exciting? How old were you again?

 “B-but that kiss, and all those dates I’ve set you up with.”

 “That was technically the second time I’ve kissed someone.” He held a contemplative look, and rubbed his jaw. “How many kisses do ya think that was? Prolly like, a thousand right?” You beat your fist bluntly against his chest.

 “Oh my God, Satoru! What the hell? You have no experience?” You weren’t disappointed, you just felt a little betrayed. You thought all this time he was just a private person, which you could respect. Turns out he was a fair maiden, and you were about to ravage him like he was some slutty womanizer. 

 “Not a lick of it.” His lopsided grin caused the corners of your eyes to crinkle. “Wanna pop m’ cherry?”

 “What, for real? You’re okay with that?” He squeezed his eyes in response, his self control beginning to finally wither away. Fuck it. It’s go time.

 “You’re such an airhead sometimes, fuckin’ duh I want you. Duh I’m okay with it. I’ve wanted you for, like, ever now.” He squeezed you against himself, his affection finally boiling over, and you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

 “You mean it. Really? You want me?” You asked, it was muffled against his sweater. Your hair snagged his necklace. He was getting hot, he needed that heavy thing off. He reached for the hem of it, beginning to pull it off, but you stopped him. “Lemme.” You threw your leg over him, and reached for the bottom yourself. You grinded yourself down on his straining bulge and pulled the garment up and off. It felt good to not be the only topless one.

 “I want you. I need you.” He pleaded, gazing up at you as you held yourself over him. Your knees held you up, your soft hands cupped his face, fresh black manicure scratched at his chin. You brought your own face down, just to nudge your nose against him.

 “Open, then.” And he did, without a second to spare and you let your own string of saliva slowly dribble down into his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, and held you closer to himself, tucking his chin between your breasts as you continued to drool for him. You brought his face up, kissed the corner of his lips, and then trailed down the side of his face. Then down his neck. Small love marks were left in your wake, the trail getting darker and deeper with your intensifying excitement. He held you in place with one arm while he lifted himself up a little to take his pants off. He was wearing briefs that you’d gotten him for Valentine’s day that year. Sleek black ones with tiny white pin stripes that hugged him too well. And God damn it, he was indeed big. Bigger than you thought it’d be. The angry tip (and then some) poked out the bottom of his briefs. You sat yourself down, not caring about your weight or what he wanted at that moment. You were exhausted from holding yourself up, like you said, you’d been on your feet all day. He cooed, then flipped you both with ease so that you could lay down. Your body relaxed and you smiled up at him gratefully.

 His hands rubbed down your sides again, you opened your legs so he could slot himself between them. The bed creaked, the comforter had you sinking into it. You looked otherworldly, angelic, he wanted to kiss you gently. He grabbed your ankle again, kissed where the anklet  was, and rubbed his big hands down your thighs. He stopped right when he’d reach the peak of your inner thigh, just as your breath would hitch when he’d graze a sensitive area before he drew back just to do it again.

 “How was work, sweet girl?” He asked, you took your time to answer. Reveling in the sensation of his massage again, so happy that he was working your tension away.

 “Lots of kids, lots of papers, lots of crayon masterpieces. It was a good, but long day.” You smiled fondly, thinking of your own elementary students. You’d been teaching as long as he had, at a public school close to your home. You enjoyed the shorter hours, and it was surprisingly active. “Parent-teacher night is this week, I’ve been preparing for it.” You explained, reaching out to rub his arms. Your touch burned him, he really wanted more. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out, he was thankful that he didn’t cum in his pants earlier. Although it was a close call. “You?” Your gaze found his, a soft smile spread across your features.

 He leaned in to kiss you, flattening your legs against your sides. You didn’t know you were that flexible as he bent them back to hold your bottom half a little more raised. You moaned, tangling your hands in his hair, you’d missed this feeling during the short break. Even if it’d only been a few minutes. He pulled back, “Boring, my kids are great though.” You hummed, petting his head while he marked up your neck. His biting and licking tickled and tingled, you wrapped your legs high on his back.

 “Satoru, touch me.” it was meant to come out as a question, but it was more demanding. You’d never been good at asking for things, which is why he just got you everything you wanted, anything you needed. This would be no different. While he wanted to taste your essence so badly, he didn’t want to leave your mouth. He loved your lips, so he brought his fingers to them. You coated them in a thick layer of spittle, then reached to pull your panties to the side yourself. 

 “Gonna put these in.” He said, starting off with one finger. It was already soaking down there, he didn’t need your spit at all. He was being considerate because you said it’d been a while, but this just further frustrated you.

 “Can I have both,” Your panting against his mouth spurred him on, you gave him short kisses. After a short pause you added, “please?” He obliged, working them inside you. They were long, incredibly so. Was everything about him extreme? You needed to see his aching dick, you were so curious about how big he was underneath those restricting undergarments.

 “So sweet for asking, my sweet girl.” He praised, licking your mouth and then your face again. You moaned out loud, not wanting this to end. You felt like an animal, he was practically caging you in, his body weight heavy but grounding. Your hair was wild spread out on his bed, your skin glistening with the beginnings of perspiration. A gentle flush overtook your complexion. The marks all over your neck would be tomorrow's problem, and he’d get you whatever you needed to cover them up. He just had to leave them, the beautiful pink and purple marks made his heart twitch in sync with his swollen phallus. He caged one muscular arm on the left side of your head, just so he could put more weight on you as his hand worked you harder. You were belting out sweet noises. He needed to hear more. If you moaned, he moaned. Feeling just as much as you were, kissing you and whining like he was buried deep inside already.

 “S-Satoru. M’ gonna.” You scratched at his back, “ah, cum! M’gonna cum!” You cried out, arching as much as you could, he only drilled into you harder. Rocking your body with his, almost like it was his hips making you feel this good. He curled his fingers, searching for that spongy spot he read about. When he found it, your pretty eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open in that of ecstasy. 

 “You wanna cum, baby?” He asked, leaned back finally to watch you come undone. You were wet, teary eyed, marked up. The bruises were so beautiful. He stuck the fingers that weren’t inside of you, into your open mouth. You didn’t hesitate to eagerly suck them, the vibrations from your constant moaning obscene. “Fuck, I wanna put it in.” You clamped down, and lifted yourself up as you came hard around his thick fingers. His pounding didn’t stop, it was almost too much. “Think I can make ya squirt?”

 “I can’t do that-” you moaned in surprise as he spread your legs apart, so wide it aches. He sat back on his haunches, just so he could do you deeper with his fingers, harder, all while he rubbed your clitoris too. “W-wait, not at the same time. It feels funny.”

 “Fuck yeah, I bet it does. Imma make you squirt.” He grinned, eyes widening as you writhed under him. He was practically glowing. Your tits bounced, he wanted them in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of this. “Yer pretty, so pretty. My pretty girl.” He leaned down to kiss you again, then kiss your breasts, and finally took a perky nipple into his mouth.

 “Ngh..” you mewled, the gentle rocking from your hips turned frantic. “Gonna cum again, it’s gonna be big. M’ gonna cum all over you.” You babbled, just shy from sobbing when it raked through you again. The bastard had done it, you squirted all over his torso. His eyes were blown wide, a few spurts sprayed his face. His tongue poked out, eager to taste what you gave him.

 “Imma lick it, you cool with that?” He asked, hauling your bottom half up and crinkling your position, you were weightless in his presence, practically a doll for him. You didn’t fight it, moved how he wanted. You nodded.

 “Jus’ a little, wan’ yer dick.” You said, reaching both your hands up to caress his face. He wanted to cry. He was probably already crying. God you were amazing.

 “Love you.” He kissed your knee. “Gonna make you love me.” He kissed the hot nub, the sensitive thing made your whole pussy twitch. It was pretty. “So pretty, so wet. Love you.” He kissed it again, “love you.” He licked it then, taking in whatever juices he could.

 “You- you what?” You asked, covering your face is embarrassment. There were obscene noises coming from below, a wet squelching you had never heard nor experienced before.

 “Love you so bad. Forever, loved you forever. ‘M yers.” His confession against your weeping flower made you clench around nothing, so he plugged it with his tongue.

 “That’s ‘nuff, put it in Satoru.” You pleaded, tugging his head back by the base of his hair and he moaned at that. Your voice was garbled, hoarsely strained from your tense position. Your arousal glittered across his mouth, while drool continued to slip past his puffy rose-tinted lips.

 “Yeah, I’ll put it in.” He placed you down, the strain on your back easing up. You sighed in relief, finally. “Gotta grab a rubber.” You shook your head and stopped him before he could reach into his night stand.

 “Satoru, you love me?” He nodded eagerly, unsure about where you were going with this. “You’re a virgin?” He once again nodded. “Then do me just like this, I trust you. I’ve never felt it before.” His mind blanked, and for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to say. Ocean eyes hesitantly searched your own for a joke. Haha, very funny. You were dead serious. “Mean it, wanna feel you all the way. Gimme it all, love you too.” 

  It was hilarious, you’d just broken up with your boyfriend of some months only a few hours prior. Because he demanded raw sex, all so at the end of the day he could get it without even asking. He grabbed his member, the blushing fat tip tapped against your entrance, “I’m gonna fuck the hell outta ya.” He tapped it some more. “Lemme in.~” his sing-song voice eased your nerves, tapping it harder just to mess with you. “‘Scuse me miss, I’ve gotta’ package here for you. Would you mind signin’?” You slapped his torso, frustrated that he was playing with you. He couldn’t take shit seriously. 

 In reality he was freaking out that you loved him back, that he was about to feel your heat with nothing between you both, that this was the first time you’d be having sex without protection. His first time period was going to be with you, wholly and completely.This only caused his metaphorical tail to wag harder. He was trying very hard not to start actively crying. He pushed his tip in, moaning loudly as he sunk in deeper. “Oh shit.” His breathing was heavy, and he tried to keep his eyes open. Tried to paint your steady writhing deep within his memories.

 He held your thigh, bracing himself with his other hand against the creaking dark oak of his headboard. He rocked in further, hissing and moaning as he did so. His pink face further blushed, his eyes watered as the feeling overwhelmed him. A sheen of sweat glistened over his body, and goosebumps broke out. Good thing you came that night already because, “‘M not gonna last long.” He groaned.

 You moaned with him, pushing down on him. It was incredibly wet, incredibly stretched out, and it was the best dick you’d ever felt in your life. You’d not been able to take a big dick fully before, but you’d die before you let Satoru go uncovered and unsatisfied. You’d take it all, you were determined. You pushed your hips down, wanted to feel him in your stomach. Never having been so excited for a dick, never felt the sensations of thick veins. His foreskin added to the sensation, and it was true what all of your sexually adventurous friends told you. Uncut dick was truly the best. And raw on top of it? Never in your life did you think you’d see the day. You moaned endlessly, it was beautiful. His new favorite song, he was half tempted to record it. Actually…

 “Hey, ya mind if I take a video?” He asked, stopping his movements. You stared up at his glowing body, his wide eyes, his pussy drunk expression. You looked over, searching for your phone and handed it to him, then smiled.

 “Whatever you want, sweet boy.” He mushed his pelvis against yours, moaning loudly at your pet name. He didn’t bother recording as he held himself as deep as he could go, and swiveled his hips in place. You were seeing stars. “Oh shit..! Oh fuck!” Your cries were truly music to his ears, you did it! You took it all, you wanted to feel elated and proud of yourself but his cockwas just so good you couldn’t think of anything but the sensation.

 He drew his hips back, just until the very tip was kissing your entrance, lovingly. He opened your phone (the password was his birthday) and turned the camera on. It was focused on where you would meet, and as he recorded, he sunk right back in. A satisfied sigh left both of your mouths, along with your moans in sync. 

 “Jus’ like that.” You whined, your encouragement was enough to make his hips stutter. “You’re so good, the best. Feel so good, fuck baby.” Your words only fueled his fire. He was determined to drill into you until you were creaming all over him. Just this time on his achingly hard penis. Which by the looks of it, as he gazed down at where he was pounding, you were already all milk. Gushing around him, god he couldn’t wait to feel you cum on him. 

 He put the phone down for a second, not turning it off. Instead, he hesitantly went to flip you around. He really wanted to squeeze your plump ass. It was round, fat, he’d always wanted to touch it. “Can I…” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, rather you moved yourself around and arched your back for him. Your plump behind fully on display, your panties making his already fully hard member twitch. He was inside that, and now he gets backshots. He really was God’s favorite. “Fuck.” He aligned himself, pushing in and you hissed at the stretch. The angle had you instantly drooling, your face flattened into his pillow. The feeling was overwhelming, his scent overtook you along with the musk of your activities.  “It’s so slippery, so tight.”

 You were smearing your dark makeup all over his white pillowcase. The sight drove him wild, his hand reached for your phone and focused on where you were connected again. He drew his hips back, just to snap them inwards. It winded you, knocking you further over. He pushed out and back in with the same force again, every so often he’d grind himself flush against you just to kiss your fat lips better and ease up on his rough treatment. You’d be bruised later, which would suck. But you knew he’d take care of you. On a particularly hard thrust, you hit your head into his headboard.

 “Oof!” You exclaimed, not really paying attention to what happened, but acknowledging that it did. You were too engrossed in his swollen dick making sweet love to your dripping pussy.

 “Oh shit.” he stopped his ministrations, and discarded your phone. Not realizing that you’d been making your way up the bed. “I’m sorry, pretty girl.” He turned you around, and rubbed your sore spot. You lazily and stupidly smiled up at him, and shook your head as if to say it’s alright. You didn’t really have a voice anymore, and even if you did, you were too tired to use it. You reached down for him, and aligned him once again. You needed his angry cock, needed it to break you in. Kiss your cervix. Make out with your pussy lips. You loved kissing him in any way you could. With that thought in mind, you made hands to grab his face. And pushed his lips against yours, haggard moans tumbling. He sunk back in, this time he held it there for you to adjust.

 The sun was setting, it cast his room into a more sensual light. He forgot to shut his billowing black curtains, so it was fortunate that his room was in the back and his yard had high privacy fencing. As your skin was dyed in yellow, pink, and red, he held you there. Kissing you languidly, whispering sweet nothings against your exhausted lips. This fucker said he wouldn’t last long. You didn’t sweat the small stuff, and instead wrapped your legs around his waist as he warmed his cock. The heels of your feet dug into him, pulled him flush against you. He did that thing where he swiveled his hips and it had you almost cumming all over him.

 “Oh, Satoru. Yes!” You mewled, suddenly finding your voice, rocking so that his pelvis rubbed your clit. He could tell that you liked it, and needed that extra stimulation. He drew his hips back, tired of taking it slow. He was sure you’d be fine if he picked up the pace, he’d rub your clit as an apology.

 His hips began a rapid, desperate pace. He was panting like a dog, tongue hanging out. Your sweet area was so wet, when he looked down there was a thick white ring covering the base of his shaft. The room was silent, both of you too immersed in the feeling. It was broken by the squelching of your intense love making, and occasional deep moan or heavy intake of breath. His orgasm was quickly approaching, he really didn’t want to finish. Not yet. He felt like he was too quick, he knew he could do better.

 He pushed your thighs flush against the mattress and held himself on his toes so that he could drill in even deeper. Harder. More desperate, more intense. His panting was so loud, and you were beginning to moan again. He reached down to rub your clit, furiously as it stood up just as angry as his cock. It was watery, and as he drove in and out little spurts of your arousal escaped you. You were squirting on him again, albeit to a less degree but it was just as hot. You were close, that much he could tell by the higher pitch of your whines. There was a desperate knit of your brow, and you were squeezing him impossibly tight. Your body was tense, he just needed you to give him what he wanted and he’d follow.

 You opened your mouth, and stuck your tongue out. Begging him to get messy. Mess me up! Mess me up! Mess me up! You chanted in your foggy state, and he drooled in your mouth just like earlier. He leaned down, his hips smacking into you so hard it almost hurt. You stared into his eyes while he spit on you, spit on your mouth, in your mouth, bit your lips and tugged. You wrenched his head back, pulling his hair just to be a little mean. Just to see if he’d let you. Of course he did, and it damn near made him spill inside of you.

 “Ohhhh fuck.” He moaned, his sweat dripped down onto you. Your hands, fisted into his dusty white locks, smashed his head into you. Your mouths and teeth clashed. You bit him, and drew more blood. You slammed his face into you so hard, his nose began to bleed just a little. What a sight it was. It would definitely stain his bedding, but that was hardly a problem to him.

 The crimson painted his expression beautifully, the euphoria so evident that you just had to give him what he wanted. You smeared the blood dripping from his nose, swiped it to the side. Just to mess him up more, and finally as he bruisingly slammed into you with added fervor you let go.

 “Good girl, sweet girl.” You moaned, lifting your hips so he could use you to get off. He pulled you up and down his length as you continued to cum all over him. “Where do ya want it?”

 “Wan inside. Inside me. ‘M on the pill, don’t stop. Don’t pull out. Don’t leave.” You were begging, you were practically insane. Tears streamed down your face, and he finally spilled himself inside of you. His loud moan shook his whole body, he held himself flush against you, mashing his pelvis against your clit again just for more clear liquid to spray out of you. It was sensational, something he’d never felt before. He fucked it into you, his cum still dribbling out of his slit. He came so much, he didn’t think it would stop. As he drilled his load into you, it only further worked him up.

 “Wanna go one more time?”

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 You were laid on his chest, fast asleep. Exhaustion overtook you after the fourth round, his stamina surprised you, and frankly, it also terrified you. At one point you were sure you were going to die. He gazed down at you, you were cupping his chest with your face pressed against his right pectoral. You were smushed into him, cuddling as much of his muscular chest as you could. There was drool pooling, hair stuck to your forehead and in different directions everywhere else. Your face was flushed and sweaty, his poor dick was waking up at the sight. Was that concerning? Was he some sort of freak? Just as he was about to reach out and smooth your hair, his phone buzzed on the nightstand next to him. It was one of his coworkers, a long time friend of his, he was definitely supposed to be meeting them at that time. He cursed, and answered, trying not to wake you. His quiet voice filled the otherwise silent area.

 “Hello?” He wasn’t trying to whisper but he took extra care not to disturb your much deserved rest.

 “Satoru~ where ya at?” The lilt in his voice echoed outside of Gojo’s phone, the noise from the restaurant the rest of his friends were at could be heard as well. “Everyone else is here, it’s not like you to be late.”

 “Hey man,” he started, you whined as he tried to move away. He was scared they’d wake you, but instead he did when you began to lose his warmth. “Shh, go back to sleep.” He soothed you, your blinking tired eyes tried to focus on him. How long had you been out for? On the other end he could hear his friends murmuring, and he rolled his eyes.

 “Baby, who is it?” You asked, much too close to his phone but his heart eyes only doubled in size. You yawned, and pulled yourself over him. Your naked body warmed him up, only further exciting him. He had to calm down. As you made yourself comfortable on him, and kissed his neck you rested your head there, then he spoke.

 “It’s Suguru, sweet girl.” His low voice eased you, and your eyelids fluttered shut.

 “Tell him I said hi.” And just like that you fell back asleep, with your arms looped around his neck.

 “Oh, she says hi?”

 “She sure does, my girl is just the sweetest isn’t she?” Gojo mused, playing with your cheek as you snoozed on top of him.

 “Is that what you’ve been doing since you left? You were in such a hurry, no one could reach you.” Geto sounded amused, Gojo could practically hear the way he languidly twirled a piece of his silky hair around his finger. There was a pause, and Gojo assumed he took a swig of his drink. “I’ll leave ya to it, then. Bring her along next time, it’s been a while since we’ve all hung out.”

 “Heh, maybe.” Fat chance, he wanted to monopolize as much of your time as he could. The last thing he wanted was your other friends teasing you all night. They said their goodbyes, and Gojo threw his phone to the opposite side of his bed. He couldn’t believe that you were there, in his arms. Probably incredibly sore. His gaze lingered on the marks he left, feeling bad for being so rough with you. His teeth were clearly put to use that night.

 He again maneuvered himself from under you. You didn’t stir that time, instead you cuddled the fluffy pillow he replaced his body with. Maybe he should draw a bath for you. He quietly padded out of his room, thankful for the carpet masking his footsteps. He entered his bathroom, you’d already had some toiletries there. For when you’d stay the night. His mind raced, were you staying over? Were you guys official? Did he royally screw up a lifelong friendship because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants? The water drew, the bubbles rose. A sweet aroma filled the bathroom, he hoped he could make it up to you. He grimaced the more he thought about all the marks he had left on you. 

 There was movement behind him as the bubbles continued to rise, you'd woken up and set out of the room to find him. You sleepily leaned yourself against the doorway, his blue sweater from earlier hung off of your shoulders. He felt something twitch, below his belt, the marks all over you turning him on rather than making him feel bad. It was something about the sight of you in his clothes. He rose to his feet, and wiped his hand on a towel that hung from a bar next to his bathtub.

 “Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin’?” He asked, padding his way towards you, he wanted to touch you. He held your shoulders, and squeezed them affectionately.

 “Where’s the ice cream?” You yawned and rubbed your eyes, the raspiness in your voice made his heart clench. He walked you over to the bath, and encouraged you to get in. In your half awake state you complied very easily, not caring for the shedding of your clothes and instead you soaked in the warmth of the water. It eased your sore muscles, and you sighed in contentment when you were fully seated.

 “Bath first, ‘kay?” You nodded, and reached out for him. You wanted him close, he knew you were needy but he was hardly on the romantic receiving end. You cuddled sure, watched movies, hugged, danced. But these more intimate moments were completely new.

 “C’mere, miss you.” You yawned again, slipping further into the bath. The suds overtook you, and when he finally slipped in himself, there was hardly any room to move around. You settled into his lap, leaning against him and let him do the work. He worked some shampoo into your hair, rinsed it himself. Lathered your body and scrubbed. You’d both showered prior to meeting up, so soaking in the bath after working up a sweat felt amazing. You felt a little dirty, knowing whatever you’d done was being washed away. He was taking such good care of you, you could almost ignore the growing problem under you.

 Almost.

 You shifted, your hazy eyes finally beginning to lose the fog. Your wet lashes blinked up at him, his own eyes widened as you brought him into a sweet kiss. It lacked heat, but curried so much affection. It was lazy, you lapped at his bottom lip just because you felt like it.

 “Love you.” You repeated, was this what it was like to be on the receiving end of your adoration? He tried to rack his brain, tried to find any indication that you’d felt like this about him in the past. Sure you’d looked at him a little too long, held his gaze when you were alone. Your physical affection sometimes felt just a little too intimate. 

 You’d invited him over a while back, short shorts resting at just above the bottom of your ass. Tank top low, lacy black bra peaked out just a bit. He’d kept his hands inside of his pockets, patting himself on the back for wearing thick jeans and an oversized hoodie. He felt the air, it was different, but he couldn’t tell if you were making a move on him. Your sweet smile as you rushed him into your apartment, and practically threw him onto the black futon style couch just to plop yourself over him. You’d whined about your day, snuggled his neck. 

 On other occasions you’d asked to dance with him, he was the only one you’d ever invite out to a goth club. He nursed your drink when you were away, kept away any potential problems. You’d squeeze his hands when you’d finally started to dance with him, your body swayed with him so sensually. One night, your arms moved in the air, your hips swished in tune with Depeche Mode. You were in very tall, thigh high Demonia’s. The little black skirt, it looked like a tulip, its sheer layers swayed with your every movement. Your tight black split hem top properly displayed a dangling belly ring. It was mesmerizing, the drinks, the music, the way you swayed, and holy shit you’d kissed that night too, he was just too drunk to remember. Outside of the dingey bathroom, it was too heated for friends and then it was lost in his memories. Were you in some sort of situationship that whole time, and he didn’t realize it?

 “Satoru?” Your sweet, hesitant voice pulled him from his thoughts and he lazily smiled down at you. The water swished as you moved to straddle him. “Wanna fool around a lil’ more?” He was going to ravage you, as much as you wanted, whenever you wanted.

 “Anythin’ for you, my sweet girl.” He kissed you then, your poor lips ached in protest. But you just had to feel him again, just had to remind yourself that he was yours. No one had treated you with such care, brushed your hair out of your face, soothed your aches and pains. He’d treated you so well for so long, would now be a good time to act a little spoiled? You’d been good all this time.

 “Put it in, can’t wait.” You begged, the water swished with your desperation, and splashed out the sides. You reached below, eager to ease him inside. He prodded your entrance once again, pushing in and the stretch stung all over again. You’d think your pussy would be numb, but she was even more desperate than you were. She sucked him up greedily, allowed him full access all the way to the back. Your sensitive cervix missed him, and kissed him eagerly. “Ngh.” Your shaky moan was snatched from your lips, because he held you close then. Wrapped his big arms around you and pulled you flush against him. The smooth expanse of his skin blinded you, his deep eyes hypnotized you. He sucked on your tongue, and rocked upward.

 The water splashed with each move of your hips, a constant push and pull from the both of you. You wrapped your hands around his head, nipped his ear, nibbled his jaw. He was in a bad state already, and god was he so loud.

 “Ah, shit. Mmm, fuck. Yes. Take it.” He never fully left your heat, and the longer you both danced in the water, the colder it got. A shiver raked through you, and you tried to pull him closer. You hoped for more warmth, but the further he slipped into you the colder your body felt inside of the water. He abruptly stood when he noticed the puffy bumps start to line your skin, careful to not drop you chuckling a small, “Upsy-Daisy.” 

 The gruff movement scared you, and you instantly held him tighter so as to not fall. “Bed?” He asked, walking while still sheathed inside of you. You couldn’t respond, the air was thoroughly forced from your lungs with each step he took. It felt too amazing, he had to hold you against the outside wall and go at it a little harder. Your nails scraped his back as he held you against the cold wall just outside of his room, drilling into you with so much force that it knocked your head into it. What was wrong with him, he just kept hurting you. “Aweee, I’m sorry pretty girl, lemme move.” You cut him off with a desperate shake, and pulled him in for a big kiss. You swallowed his noises just like he did to you, drank his saliva, and god did you bite his lips again. He loved that, loved how good it hurt.

 “Stay right here, fuck me proper!” You begged, and he hoisted you up to better support you. You bounced down to the best of your abilities, even as exhaustion showed clearly in your muscles and on your face. You couldn’t stop, the feeling of his velvet rod almost fully leaving just to forcefully enter you again was too good. Your lips were fluttering around him, your arousal dripped down his hefty balls and onto the floor below you. The heavy smack of your ass coming down and his balls meeting it sounded so lovely. Why hadn’t you done this before? 

 “Yer gonna drive me insane, love you so much.” A picture frame, one of you at his college graduation hugging his side so tenderly, shook as you were pounded against the wall. You glanced down, just to watch him disappear inside of you. You felt tears spring up and blur your vision.

 “Am I yours?” You asked, and he frantically nodded. “You’re mine?” You nodded even harder, moaning loudly when you squeezed around him. He was on the verge of dumping his load inside of you, there was no way he was going to be able to pull out.

 “Can I cum inside again?”

 “As much as you want.” He finally began to move you from the wall, thankful he had his own place because neither of you could stop the growing volume and raised pitch in your voices. He laid you on the edge of his big bed, you sunk into his blankets again. Even more beautiful now that you were dyed in his color. Your legs rested on his shoulders, that precious anklet jingled with his rough movements. The necklace you gave him dangled above you, and you’d tug on it every now and again. Your toes curled, you were so close. As you felt the dam break, his own orgasm washed over himself. He stilled inside, hot cum painting your insides once again. “My pussy missed you.” You panted into his blanket with your face hung to the side, and he came again instantly. It dribbled outside of you, slipped down your ass, pooled onto his bed. 

 “Missed your pussy baby.” He leaned down to kiss you, one more time before pulling out. His hot dick popped out of you and hung heavily as it weeped with further release. He pushed in again, just to tease you and plug whatever he could back inside. Your pussy was red, raw, sore, but it was delicious and despite not having any dinner you were so full. You laid there, the bath you’d taken now meaningless. But it didn’t matter, not when he sprang to get a warm wet towel and wipe you clean. He kissed the marks he left, patted your hair. He presented you with an ice cold water, and you accepted gratefully.

 “Do you really love me, or just my pussy?” You asked, after what felt like an eternity of silence. You were just dying to know if it was all pillow talk, and if it was you couldn’t even be that mad about it because it was the best you’d ever received. He rolled his eyes, and pinched your reddened cheeks.

 “I’m not lettin’ you go. I’m like, super crazy ‘bout ya’.” He threw another shirt your way, so you could just lay in bed comfortably. You looked around finally as your head cleared up. Memories of you spread throughout his room  that were more glaringly obvious than before. He had a picture of only you framed on his nightstand for Christ’s sake. You were smiling widely at a fish you’d caught on your first camping trip together. 

 “You promise?” You were timid, more scared than he’d ever seen you. “I don’t wanna lose you Satoru.”

 “You won’t.” He sounded so firm, so sure. 

 As the minutes ticked by, the sun fully set now and the gentle sound of crickets outside of his open window filled the room, you rolled onto your side to face him. You were pouting, and his wolfish grin spread wide across his face.