riki

● (fluff)

● (smut)

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The whole neighborhood's been losing their goddamn minds lately.

Like, batshit crazy.

Every corner you turn, someone's yammering about it— drained deer, rabbits left with two tiny puncture marks, the kind of shit straight out of a cheap horror movie.

Old ladies cross themselves while hanging laundry, dads lock their garden gates extra tight and check the windows twice before bed, and the teens are already making up TikTok theories about some blood‑sucking beast lurking in the woods, ready to snatch anyone stupid enough to wander out after dark.

They would talk in hushed voices at the market, over coffee, even at the church bake sale, acting like this thing is some ancient, terrifying monster that's been waiting centuries to rise again.

It was stupid.

You would always just roll your eyes and snort at them, biting back a laugh.

So, so stupid.

Because you know exactly who's behind it and let me tell you, there's nothing absolutely scary about her.

It was just Megan. Your girlfriend. A vampire.

You heard that right, a freaking vampire, yeah, but the most useless, pathetic, lovesick dork that ever walked the earth. More like a tall, clumsy puppy with fangs and zero subtlety. She's got all the traits from the stories but none of the intimidation — just a girl who gets flustered too easily, trips over her own feet, and apologizes to every animal she feeds on like it's the polite thing to do.

You only moved here because your last town got way too up in arms after she pulled the dumbest shit imaginable.

One night, you two were sneaking around in a dark alley, hidden away from prying eyes, getting all hot and heavy, pressed up against a brick wall with your hands under her shirt and your mouths locked together. You had whispered something filthy right against her neck, something that made her knees go weak and her brain turn to complete mush, and before either of you could stop it — poof — she'd gotten so flustered and riled up to the point that her whole body reacted on instinct.

In a blink, Megan turned into a tiny, squeaking bat, flapping wildly in panic and getting herself completely tangled in your hair, wings beating against your cheek while she chirped like she was panicking more than you were.

Yes, she could turn into a fucking bat.

To make it worse, some random teen boy rounded the corner just then, flashlight in hand, saw her mid-transformation and screamed so loud he probably woke up the dead on the other side of town. By sunrise, the whole place was talking about "flying demons" and "monsters in the streets" and people were already calling for priests and garlic wreaths.

So, yeah... you packed your shit, told her to stop pouting and act like a grown‑up, and hauled both of your asses to this new little town where no one knew your names or your weird history.

And now you're walking up the driveway to your new little cottage, grocery bags in hand, Megan trailing behind you looking like a kicked puppy who just got caught stealing treats. Her oversized hoodie is slipping off one shoulder, her hands stuffed deep in the pockets, and she's staring at her boots like they personally offended her.

The second the front door clicks shut behind you, you spin around after placing the bags at the counter, giving her that sharp, knowing look she knows all too well.

"Megan. What the fuck did I tell you? Be subtle. Blend in. Don't draw attention. Don't let rumors start up again. We're not even two months in, and people are already whispering about a vampire in the woods. Are you trying to get us run out of here too?"

She immediately hunches her shoulders up to her ears, hands flying up to cover her face, peeking out between her fingers with those big, watery, big doe-eyes that always make it so hard to stay mad. "It was't on purpose! I swear! I was hungry, it was three in the morning, and the stray rabbit on the neighbor's backyard was so tempting!"

Megan rambled, trying to justify herself while you just stared at her with a deadpanned expression.

"But I said sorry before I took anything, just like I always do! It's rude to take something without acknowledging it first, right? I did what you taught me!"

This girl will be the death of you someday.

You only stepped closer, reaching out, before pinching her soft cheek hard enough to make her yelp and jerk her head back just a little. She lets out the most dramatic, high‑pitched whine, leaning right back into your grip even as she acts like she's in agony.

"Ow— hey! That's vampire abuse! I could report you to the supernatural council or whatever the fuck exists!" Megan complains, her little fangs peeking out over her lower lip as she talks.

"I can't help it if I'm still learning how to be low‑key! I've only been doing this for a few decades, okay? I'm still a beginner! Besides… you moved here with me anyway, you packed my bags and helped me load the car, so you must like having me around even when I'm a total disaster."

You let go of her cheek and rub the spot gently with your thumb, and she melts instantly, wrapping her cold arms tight around your waist and pressing her whole body against yours like she's trying to merge into your skin. Her face buries itself in the crook of your neck, her cold lips brushing against your pulse point, making a shiver run down your spine.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get cocky. One more bat incident, one more sighting, or one more rumor that gets too loud, and I'm leaving you to explain yourself to the angry mob with pitchforks. Don't think I won't." You murmured, unable to really resist this pathetic supernatural girlfriend of yours.

"Worth it." Megan mumbles into your skin, her voice soft and happy. "Even if we have to move every single month, as long as I've got you, I don't give a shit where we live. You're the only thing that matters anyways."

"Well, I give a shit where we live, stupid." You pulled back, flicking her head with your finger.

She let out a soft huff, pouting. "I was trying to be romantic."

"Romantic but financially stupid." You retorted, rolling your eyes. "How am I going to buy you V-bucks every time you want if we keep moving houses?"

"... Good point." Megan mumbled after a few moments before her eyes lit up. "We could use my savings!"

No, shit.

"Megan." You only let out a soft sigh, running your fingers through her locks. "You don't even have a cent in your name."

Seriously... a vampire that had been around for decades should be rich but nope, Megan was practically broke.

Curse her impulsiveness to spend every chance she could get.

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Life with Megan settles into the dumbest, most comfortable routine ever, and you see right through every single one of her little tricks but you let her get away with it anyway 'cause it's too funny to stop her, and honestly?

You like it more than you let on.

Take your evening walks, for example. Every time the sun goes down and the sky turns that deep indigo, you'll slip on your shoes and head out for one of your nightly calm routine, and Megan, as always, is right there, bouncing on her heels, ready to go.

It was peaceful, an occasional hum from your girlfriend every now and then, and a few crickets, however, the second a fluffy little rabbit hops out from the bushes, stops, and twitches its nose while nibbling on grass, Megan throws her arms up, lets out a shriek that could crack glass, and leaps backward to hide behind you, clutching your shoulders so tight her nails dig just slightly into your clothes.

"BABY, LOOK OUT! THAT THING'S GONNA ATTACK! LOOK AT THOSE EARS, THOSE LITTLE TEETH! IT'S A MENACE! IT'S PROBABLY PLANNING SOMETHING!" She yells, her voice shaking like she's terrified for her life, hugging you tightly from behind, though you can feel her grinning against your back as she shamelessly gropes you. "HOLD ME!"

You didn't even flinch.

This perverted vampire.

You just glance over your shoulder, deadpan as hell, staring right at her as you swatted her hand that had managed to slip inside your shirt.

"Megan. You hunt these. You eat them. You literally went 'sorry, little fucker, nothing personal' yesterday before you brought one home and stored it in the back of the fridge. Why are you acting like it's a man‑eating monster that's gonna make your intestine a plastic straw?"

She freezes for half a second, her ears turning bright pink all the way down to her neck, then laughs nervously, rubbing her cheek against your shirt and swaying side to side. "Okay… fine! I just like it when you hold me! You always wrap your arm around me and pull me close when I get scared. Makes me feel all warm and safe, even though I'm technically supposed to be the scary one who protects you."

"Did it work? Did it? Though, you didn't really held me. But, please say it worked, I practiced that scream for ten minutes earlier." Megan mumbled, peering at you with those pouty lips and puppy eyes.

You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, but you turn around and wrapped your arms over her shoulders, tugging her close against you, earning a dopey smile from the vampire. "You're such a fucking dork. But yeah, it worked. Happy now? You got your cuddle."

She practically lit up like a Christmas tree, grinning so wide her cheeks stretch, immediately wrapping her arms back around waist to pull you even closer. "Very. Best girlfriend ever, even if you call me an idiot every five minutes."

There's that, and then, there's the sunlight thing.

Unlike the old movies and books, the sun won't turn her to ash or make her burst into flames, thank god, honestly, but it makes her absolutely miserable. It feels like her skin is crawling, heavy, and overheated, like she's wrapped in a thousand thick blankets while sitting in a sauna. It makes her tired, grumpy, and slow, like she's moving through water.

So whenever you have to go out during the day to run errands or pick up groceries, your sweet, bubbly vampire girlfriend turns into a walking pile of clothes: three thick sweaters layered on top of each other, a scarf wrapped up to her eyes, fuzzy gloves that go past her wrists, and a giant floppy hat pulled down so far she can barely see her own feet.

The second you step outside, Megan hisses like a grumpy cat, shrinking away from every patch of light, and diving straight under your open jacket, pressing her whole cold body against yours, arms locked tight around your waist so she can't be pulled away.

"Too bright! Too hot! It feels like I'm melting into a puddle of slime, definitely not the needoh one, who the fuck invented daytime anyway? Probably those weirdos who wake up at 6 a.m. just to jog around and sweat for no reason, total masochists." She rambled, grumbling under her breath, voice muffled against your chest.

You adjust your jacket to shield her better, snickering as you walk down the sidewalk. "You know you can just stay home and sleep if you hate it this much. I can handle the store run alone."

"Hell no!" She mumbles, nuzzling deeper into your warmth. "If I stay home, I can't be glued to you. I'll just lie there thinking about you and missing you and that's way worse than feeling like a frozen popsicle left out in the sun. Your body heat beats any dark cave or dusty coffin I've ever slept in."

Going past that sunlight situation, lastly, there's the garlic bullshit.

This one's actually true, though.

Well, it doesn't kill her, it won't turn her into dust, or anything but it does gives her the most annoying, obvious allergic reaction.

Her lips would swell up, turn bright pink and tender, and tingle like she's been licking a battery. Most of the time she avoids it like the plague, checking every ingredient label and keeping far away from the pan when you cook.

But sometimes she's a little shit and uses it to her advantage.

One evening you were making pasta, chopping up cloves of garlic on the wooden counter, when Megan wanders in from the living room, watching you with that mischievous glint in her eyes that always means trouble.

Before you can say a word or warn her, she leans over, grabs a tiny chunk between her fingers, and pops it straight into her mouth, chewing once and swallowing fast when you weren't looking.

Instantly, her eyes go wide, she gasps so loud she chokes a little, and stumbles back clutching her mouth like she's just swallowed poison. "AH! FUCK! IT BURNS! MY LIPS ARE ON FIRE! I'M GONNA SWELL UP LIKE A BALLOON AND NEVER BE PRETTY AGAIN!"

You stare at her, already knowing exactly what she did as you placed a hand on your hip.

"Megan… are you fucking kidding me right now? You just ate a piece of garlic in purpose."

She just looks at you with the biggest, most pathetic puppy‑dog face she can manage, lips already puffy, red, and shiny, looking way too kissable for someone who's supposedly in pain.

"Accident! Total accident! I wasn't paying attention, my hand slipped! And it hurts so ba! It stings like hell! Only one thing fixes it."

She really thinks she's being absolutely subtle, by the way.

You just cross your arms, raising an eyebrow as you let out an exasperated sigh. "Let me guess, my strawberry lip balm?"

"EXACTLY!" Megan cries, nodding so hard her hair flops into her face. "Medical emergency! Vampire condition! Requires immediate, slow, careful application! Can't do it myself, my hands are shaking too much! It's science or some shit, I read it in a book once!"

You sighed, one that had always followed right after Megan says or do something, before heading to your bedroom while your girlfriend follows you immediately.

You reached into the drawer where you keep your stuff, shaking your head as the pouty-now-lip-swollen-vampire watches you expectantly. You pull this stunt every other week, I swear."

"Hey, it works!" Megan says as she dropped the act, grinning as she sits herself right on the edge of the bed, legs swinging happily, and leans in close, closing her eyes and parting her lips just enough, like she's waiting for something way more than just balm. "And it's not just the balm, it's you being all close and touching me. Worth the tingly lips, honestly. I'd eat a whole clove just to have your fingers on my face for five minutes."

You smooth the balm over her lips slowly, taking your sweet time just so Megan wouldn't complain and be pouty, rubbing it in soft circles, brushing your thumb over the center of her mouth again and again, and she sighs happily, her cold hands coming up to rest on your hips and squeeze gently, pulling you closer between her legs.

"See? Already feeling better. You're my favorite cure for everything, no cap. Better than any old vampire remedy."

You just continued applying lip balm thoroughly, squishing her face when Megan purposely nipped at your fingers.

"Hmph!"

"Shut up."

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Later that night, the house goes quiet, curtains drawn tight to block out the moonlight just enough, only a soft lamp on in the corner casting warm golden light. The two of you were curled up on the couch, blankets thrown over your legs, and Megan's been extra clingy all evening, her hand resting on your thigh, her head on your shoulder, her fingers tracing little patterns on your skin, her kisses lingering longer and hotter every time she leans in.

You knew that she was feeling restless.

No, scratch that, you could feel that she was feeling restless.

It was obvious from how she squirms every once and a while and how her hands always never left your skin.

You just ignored it, of course, wanting to see how much she could endure it, focusing your attention on the stupid sitcom you're both watching.

It was adorable how Megan is literally just fighting against her own impulsiveness to do something. You were the one who taught her patience after all.

Until a few minutes passed and she shifts suddenly, pushing herself up until she's straddling your lap, already trembling like a leaf, her knees shaking so bad she almost slips right off. Her oversized sleep shirt slips off one pale shoulder, revealing smooth, cold skin that glows faintly in the dim light, and her dark eyes are blown wide and wet, pupils swallowing almost all the color, her fangs peeking out just a little as she bites her lip hard.

"… Fuck, baby, I can’t take it anymore." Megan whines, voice already cracking, high and breathless, like she's already about to cry before you've even touched her properly. "You feel so warm, so soft, I've been wet and dripping for hours just sitting next to you. I'm so fucking desperate, it's embarrassing, you just smell so sweet against me."

She tries to grind down against you, but she's so shaky and out of control she can barely keep a steady rhythm, just rolling her hips clumsily, letting out little broken gasps and whimpers every time your bodies even barely brush. "Look at me, look how pathetic I am. Hundreds of years old, supposed to be this powerful creature, and here I am humping your thigh like a horny little puppy just 'cause you let me sit on you."

Oh, and I forgot to tell you about the fact that your girlfriend has a degradation kink, by the way.

You didn't know where it started, apparently, she gets off on that. You honestly just found it out when you first slept together and she was straight up rambling while biting you.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so useless for you, god—" Her cold fingers are fumbling everywhere, tangling in your shirt, tugging at your waistband, but she's so flustered and desperate she can barely get a good grip, her hands shaking so bad she keeps missing. "I can't think, can't breathe, all I feel is you — you make my head go empty, make me want to beg until my throat hurts, make me wanna cry just 'cause you're so perfect—"

She was practically a whining mess on top of you.

You let her grind against you, your heart thrumming against your chest as you pulled your shirt off, and the second your skin is exposed, Megan lets out a sob‑like whine, diving forward to press her face into your chest, licking and sucking and nipping like she's trying to devour you, her tears already wetting your skin.

"Fuck, fuck, you're so beautiful, so warm— I could die right here and it'd be worth it, I swear. Tell me what to do, please tell me what to do, I'll do it right, I promise I'll be good, just don't stop letting me touch you."

You let out a soft breath of pleasure at her ministrations, feeling her nip at the base of your chest before her hands groped you through your bra roughly. Glaring through half-lidded eyes, you tugged on her hair. "Megan. Stop groping my tits like it's a stress ball."

Megan whine pitifully, hips jerking forward at your touch. "I'm sorry! I can't help it!"

She tries to roll her hips against yours, but she's so shaky and unraveled she can barely keep a steady rhythm, just grinding clumsily, letting out little broken gasps and high‑pitched whimpers every time your cores brush through the thin fabric. "Feels so good even like this... too good... I'm already gonna cum if I keep going, I'm that pathetic, I swear I am. Please don't laugh at me, please don't think I'm too much — I just can't help it—"

"Who said you're too much?" You murmur, tugging her closer by the waist, your fingers digging softly into her skin, shoots of pleasure running through your veins at her every movement. God, no matter how rough or clumsy Megan could get, you love her for it.

"Keep moving." You nipped at her jaw, your hands riding up her shirt as you cupped her breasts, fondling it while your thumbs rubbed over her perked nipples.

Her eyes roll back for a second, a sob‑like whine tearing out of her throat. "Fuck— yes, yes, use me however you want, I don't care how stupid I look, just keep touching me, please."

Her cold fingers fumble everywhere, tangling in the hem of your shirt, tugging and pulling like she’s dying to feel more of you but too nervous to rush. "Can I? Please can I take this off? Wanna see you, wanna touch every inch of you, wanna taste you until I can't remember anything else but how you feel. I'll be so careful, I promise — I'll try my best, I swear."

"Go ahead." You say, lifting your arms to help her, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Take it off. Show me how bad you want it."

When you nod and help her pull your shirt over your head, she lets out a sob‑like moan, her eyes going wide and glassy, locked onto your bare skin like she's starving. "Oh my god — fucking perfect."

Megan dives forward immediately, pressing open‑mouthed, wet kisses all over your chest and neck, her fangs grazing lightly, just sharp enough to make you shiver, but never breaking skin, too scared of hurting you, too focused on worshipping you.

"Mmm, you taste so good. Even your skin tastes better than anything I've ever had." She babbles against your flesh, her hips bucking wildly against your thigh now, chasing friction like it's the only thing keeping her alive. "Look at me, look how hard I'm humping you like a little dog in heat, no fucking dignity left at all. But I don't care, as long as I get to feel you, get to touch you like this.."

You slide your hands down to cup her ass, guiding her to grind harder against you. "That's it, baby... just like that. Feels good, right?"

"Feels so good, feels like heaven.." Megan mumbled, tears already starting to prick her eyes. "I'm so wet, I'm making a mess all over your pants already, I'm sorry —"

"Don't apologize." You whisper, brushing her messy hair back from her face. "I like it when you make a mess for me."

That's when Megan pulls back just enough, her eyes wide and pleading, her fangs poking out more noticeably as she licks her lips nervously.

You know that look all too well.

"Baby… please, please can I ask for one more thing? I've been holding it in so hard, it's driving me crazy—" She nuzzles her nose right against your pulse point, inhaling shakily, her whole body trembling harder.

The urge to just take a bite, the urge to just taste your skin wildly thrumming in her veins, but not because of hunger, because of pure devotion and love for you. She wanted to consume you in a way that you consume her whole being just by simply being close to her.

Megan let out a shaky breath, the tip of her fangs brushing against your throat as she peppered soft kisses at the column of your neck.

"Can I bite you? Please let me bite you just a little bit? I promise I'll be so gentle, I won't take too much, I won't hurt you— I just need it, need to feel you inside me in every way, need to feel connected to you like nothing else. I'll beg all night if I have to, I'll do anything you want, just say yes, please, please let me bite you.."

And with how she's looking at you with pure want and raw desire to worship your very existence, who are you to deny that?

You only tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck fully to her, baring that flushed skin along with all of your heart for this timeless yet needy girlfriend of yours.

With a shaky exhale, you murmured, voice low and warm.

"Go on then. Be good about it."

A broken, grateful cry practically bursts from Megan's throat, eyes lighting up like you just gave her the best gift in the world. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you— I'll be so careful, I swear!"

She pressed a full, chaste kiss on your lips before pressing soft, open‑mouthed kisses all around your pulse first, soothing the skin, and her sharp fangs graze ever so gently, then sank it in just deep enough. A sharp, fleeting pinch that melts instantly into a warm, dizzying rush envelopes you at that.

Megan never had bitten you too hard, if ever, she was way too careful to the point it just that a needle pricking your skin hurts more than her bites.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes fluttering shut as you feel her taking careful sucks, Megan's moans loud and deep against your skin, her whole body arching like she's been set on fire, drinking slow and shallow, not taking too much, just enough to feel that perfect, heady pull.

"Fuck— fuck, you always tastes so sweet... makes me feel so whole, so alive." She whimpers against your neck, her hips rolling faster and harder now, like the bite only made her needier. "Feels like you're filling me up, making me yours even more than I already am.."

You guide her hands down to your waistband, letting her know that you're ready and she gasps so loud it that it echoes, her fingers trembling so much it takes her three tries just to get a grip and tug your pants and panties down.

The second you're completely bare for her? Megan practically whimpered so loud it's almost a cry, her eyes going wide and dark with hunger.

"Fuck— look at you, so wet, so ready for me... all that for me? I don't deserve it, I know I don't, but I'm gonna take it anyway, I'm gonna be so greedy 'cause I can't get enough."

She slides one cold finger between your folds, and immediately lets out a keening moan, her knees buckling so hard she almost collapses onto you. "Please tell me if it feels good... tell me I'm doing okay, I need to hear it so bad."

"Mhm... keep going." You sigh, arching your back into her touch, letting out a soft gasp as she inserted another digit. "Fuck– don't overthink it. Just feel me."

Megan let out a soft shaky breath at your blissed out expression, pumping her fingers deeper, faster until you were whimpering a whimpering mess in the couch.

"God, yes... yes, yes... fuck..." Your eyes were fluttered shut, your walls clamping down on her fingers as your hand reached out blindly to grip her forearm.

The pleasure was blinding, so hot, and so delicious that a knot was already coiling in your lower stomach, Megan's fingers moving faster and faster the more you reacted.

"Hng.... close... yes... make me come—"

Her face scrunches up like she's in a bliss as she heard your moans, her own hips jerking harder, her sleep shorts already damped from the slick between her thighs.

"Fuck, I need you."

Megan halted her ministrations suddenly, sliding herself lower, spreading your legs wide and burying her face right between them without any hesitation.

The second her tongue makes contact? she's completely gone.

And you were completely overstimulated.

She moans loud and deep, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight through you, and starts lapping at you like she's been starving for centuries, messy and desperate, no rhythm just pure, frantic need.

"You gotta warn a girl first before eating them out, you know?" You whined, hips bucking against her mouth anyways.

"I fucking love how much you taste." She babbles against your skin, her hands gripping your thighs so tight her nails leave faint marks, holding you open for her like she's scared you’ll pull away.

"Could stay here forever, just eating you out, listening to you make those pretty noises..." She lapped up your slick, swallowing it as her mouth worked over your sensitive bud. "Please don't stop making those sounds, they go straight to my pussy and make me even wetter, I swear I'm dripping all over the couch just from this."

"Megan — fuck, yes — right there." You gasp, her voice vibrating against your tender flesh as your fingers in her hair tangled in her hair, tugging them gently, making Megan whine louder against you.

Her tongue flicks fast over your clit, then dips deep inside you, and she whimpers around you, her whole body trembling, tears starting to leak from her eyes and roll down her temples. "I'm so close already— just from tasting you I'm gonna cum like a virgin, that's how much you wreck me. Is that okay? Can I cum while I'm eating you? Please let me, I can't hold it—"

"Cum for me, baby." You moaned, voice thick and encouraging. "Let it go."

And then she does, with a high, broken wail, her hips grinding uselessly into the cushions, soaking her own clothes, cumming hard just from the taste and feel of you, but she doesn’t stop, she keeps licking and sucking through it, like she's addicted, because at this point, she literally is.

"Sorry, sorry... couldn't help it, you just make me lose control so fast." Megan gasps when she finally pulls back for air, her lips glistening, chin shiny, cheeks flushed bright red, eyes swimming with tears and lust.

"Want more..."

She crawls back up, pressing her soaked center right against yours, and starts grinding slow and deep, her cold hands clutching your waist like she’s afraid you'll vanish.

"Ngh... feel that? Feel how wet I am for you? All you — only you..." She whines, her forehead resting against yours, fangs brushing your lips as she talks. "Rubbing our pussies together like this feels so good, so perfect, I could cry."

"Faster, Megan." You murmured breathlessly, nipping at her lower lip, your fingers digging into her hips as you felt that familiar coil tightening in your lower belly. "Holy shit— that feels so good."

She speeds up immediately at your response, rolling her hips in frantic, messy circles, moaning and whimpering non‑stop, her voice going higher and more desperate with every thrust. "Oh god, oh god— feels so good, feels like you're made just for me..."

"I'm yours, all yours, body and soul, every stupid thought in my head is just you you you —" Her arms wrap tight around your neck, pulling you flush against her, kissing you hard and messy, letting you taste yourself on her tongue, crying softly into your mouth as she grinds you both closer and closer to the edge again.

When you start tightening up and gasping her name, she sobs, doubling her pace, her whole body shaking violently. "Yes, yes, yes— cum for me, please cum for me, wanna feel you fall apart with me — I'm right there too, right there—"

The noises echoing in your living room was filthy and wet, soft breathy moans and the smell of sex overpowering every corner of the space as the couch cushion you two were working on was practically getting soaked at this point.

"Megan — fuck — I'm cumming —" You cry, back arching as your eyes rolled back, your nails digging into her back.

That was enough to send Megan over the edge.

And when you both crash over, she wails loud, burying her face in your neck, her hips stuttering uncontrollably, cumming so hard she sees stars, her legs locking around your waist so tight you can barely move.

She was, in no doubt, a gusher, hips twitching uselessly every now and then as both of your thighs were soaked with your mixed slick and orgasms.

"Holy fuck..." You mumbled breathlessly, panting softly as you leaned your head back against the couch, your tender core pulsing once in a while from the mind-blowing high.

For a long time after, Megan just lies there, on top of you, panting and whimpering, her whole body twitching and trembling, tears still wet on her cheeks, her hands clinging to you like a lifeline.

She lifts her head slowly, looking at you with that big, watery, adoring gaze, her lips swollen and puffy, the tiny little marks on your neck already fading soft and pink.

"Did I bit you too hard earlier?" She murmured softly, plump lips jutted out in worry.

You only let out a soft huff, wondering how this guilty and adorable looking vampire in front of you was the same one who scissored you into oblivion earlier.

"A bit." You murmured, fingers reaching up lazily to run through Megan's dark locks, watching as your supernatural girlfriend leaned into it, nuzzling against your palm after. "But I liked it."

Megan's worry eyes lit up at that, her tongue poking out to lick your palm before biting the tip of your thumb. "Can I do it again then?"

"Let it heal first, woman." You deadpanned, flicking her forehead which earned a dramatic whine from the other girl.

Megan grunted, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she sat up straighter on top of you, glaring at you with a pout.

"But a vampire's saliva has natural healing properties! Come ooon! It's already healed up by now!" She whined, sticking out her tongue to make her point clear, her fangs evident. "Here, I'll make sure to properly coat it if you want."

She tried to coax you, saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue as you immediately recoiled at that, avoiding her aim at your neck.

"I'm not into spit-play, don't you fucking drool on me." Your nose scrunched at her attempts, furrowing your eyebrows as you pushed her face away.

"Ugh! Lame-o."

"Freak-ass."

"Vanilla princess."

"Masochistic weirdo."

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"You know that turns me on, right?"

"Yeah, wanna go again?"

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