#huluaftetdark

The car sat buried in the woods like a secret no one else was meant to find. Trees crowded in close, blocking out the world, and the moonlight barely touched the hood. Inside, the air was thick, windows already misting over from the heat rolling off your bodies. You straddled Sukuna’s lap, thighs spread wide over him, heart hammering as your fangs ached with a hunger that went way deeper than blood.

His dark eyes locked on yours, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. “Shaking already. You need it bad tonight, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you fisted his pink hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing the strong column of his neck. Your lips brushed his skin first—warm, alive, pulsing—and then you struck. Your fangs sank deep. The first rush of his blood flooded your mouth, hot, metallic, and laced with something darker, something addictive that burned all the way down your throat and straight into your veins.

Sukuna groaned, the sound vibrating against your lips. His hands—God, those hands—gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you tighter against the thick ridge of his cock straining through his pants. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Take it. Drink while you fuck yourself on me.”

You moaned into his neck and started moving. Slow at first, grinding your soaked panties along his length, feeling every inch of him through the thin fabric. The friction was electric, sending sparks up your spine as you swallowed more of his blood. It made you dizzy, made your body hum with power and raw need. Every roll of your hips dragged your clit over him, the pressure building low in your belly like a storm about to break.

His blood tasted like sin and victory—rich, endless, a little cruel. It filled you, warmed the cold places inside you, and turned the ache between your legs into something desperate. You rocked harder, faster, the car creaking beneath you as you dry-humped him like you’d die if you stopped. Sukuna’s fingers dug into your ass, guiding you, forcing you to grind down harder.

“Atta girl.” he growled against your ear, voice dark and amused. One hand slipped under your shirt, palming your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple until you whimpered. “bite me and ride me like you own me.” You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, lips swollen and stained red. A thin trail of blood ran down his neck, and you chased it with your tongue, licking it up before sinking your fangs in again. Sukuna hissed, hips snapping up to meet yours. The dry humping turned filthy—wet fabric sliding, your soaked panties dragging over his hard cock again and again. The pressure was unbearable, perfect, devastating.

He rubbed your clit through your panties with skilled fingers, circling, pressing, driving you higher while you fed. The woods outside were silent, but inside the car it was all heavy breathing, soft moans, and the slick sound of you grinding against him. Your thighs trembled. The blood high mixed with the building orgasm until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Come on,” he whispered, almost taunting. “Let me feel you fall apart while my blood is still on your tongue.”

It crashed over you hard. Your body tightened, back arching as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out against his neck, fangs buried deep, hips jerking wildly as you rode the wave, soaking his pants. Sukuna cursed, low and filthy, and thrust up once, twice, before he groaned and came with you, pulsing hot against your core.

For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing. You licked the bite mark gently, almost tenderly, as it slowly closed under your tongue. His blood still sang in your veins, making you feel alive in a way nothing else could.

Sukuna leaned back against the seat, watching you with hooded eyes and that wicked half-smile. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, thumb smearing a little blood across your bottom lip. “You’re a fucking addiction,” he said quietly, almost like it pissed him off and thrilled him at the same time. “Next time I won’t let you keep these clothes on. I’ll bend you over this hood and fuck you until the whole forest hears you scream my name.”

You shivered at the promise, still trembling on his lap. The car felt too small for everything you felt—the hunger, the power, the dark pull between you that refused to let go.

For now, though, you stayed right there, forehead pressed to his, his hands still gripping you like he’d never let you leave. But hey, you’re a vampire so what do you know?