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cryobabyy · 2 months ago

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Consummation Cooper Adams x Reader

Synopsis: Isolation and survival make you act in strange ways, but all is fair in love and violence.

Cooper is keeping you in a remote and isolated location where he likes to play house with you and you cope by playing along.

Tags: NSFW 18+, drabble/short fic, breeding kink, dub-con, brief mentions of violence, Stockholm syndrome, shower sex, dark themes, by request, barely proofread, p-in-v intercourse, cr3Vm pie.

AN: Howdy! Breeding Kink isn't my thing, so I hope this satisfies all my freaks out there. Please note that this is considerably dark and not fluff. Tbh it will probably make you feel kinda icky (and slightly turned on?). I can't help it y'all I'm Ottessa Moshfegh pilled lol. Also important to note that Cooper is dead ass trying to knock you up in this. Like straight up. If you are looking for something more subtle this is not it I fear 😀. Enjoy!

con·sum·ma·tion (noun) 1: the action of making a marriage or relationship complete by having sexual intercourse." the eager consummation that follows a long and passionate seduction" 2: the point at which something is complete or finalized." the consummation of a sale"

Cooper’s hands always found their way into your hair. When you crawled your way into his morning shower, he sighed as he wrapped his fingers around your wet braid, big arms snaking around your naked waist and pulling you against him. His cheek rested perfectly on top of your head.

“Missed me?” He murmurs against your scalp.

“I was scared you weren’t coming back.” You confess, his chest fluttering against your cheek as he huffs a laugh. The very real possibility of Cooper leaving you here to rot makes you feel cold.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll always come back to you.”

His hands always ended up in your hair, exactly like how your back always ended up pressed against cold shower tiles; Cooper’s body between your legs, his hand spreading and holding your knees open. You were both delighted and horrified that he could pin you against a wall so easily. The stretch of him pushing in and out of you dampens the horror until all you feel is the warmth of the delight; hazy, muted, heavy, and all over you.

You loved when he fucked you numb.

So numb, you no longer paid mind to the dried blood washing away from his body, thick ribbons of pink water swirling at his feet. There was no ankle monitor strapped against your flesh if he was rolling your clit in his mouth. His hands had taken an orgasm from you before they had held a knife to your throat.

When you held his face between your hands and begged him to cum inside you, it was a thinly veiled plea for your life—for him to put something in you that would keep him coming back. Something that would keep you alive.

With a string of expletives, he obliged. He held you like that for sometime after, lazily pulsing inside you, using the obscene, white leakage to rub his thumb over your swollen clit.

“It’ll take better if you finish, baby.” His labored breath flutters against your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours.

Without a gun to your head, you nodded with a greedy whimper. Your mind hummed with the thought of newlyweds eager to become first-time parents, Cooper rubbing lotion over the taught skin of your growing belly, ultrasound appointments, and baby showers. A tiny, vulnerable thing swaddled in a blanket, pink and screaming—with Cooper’s hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair, and your nose and dimples. A baby with a monster for a father and a coward for a mother. A bastard.

You feel relieved when your orgasm finally rips through you. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your asinine mind, you felt disgusted too. Cooper’s grip on your thighs began to hurt and the water droplets against your skin began to sting, but it all turned back to spineless fantasy as he lulled you through it with gentle praises

Almost there, sweetheart.

Just like that.

There we go.

Perfect.

Would it be so horrible if you were in love with him? Because you think you are.

Later on, when you’re making him coffee, he comes behind you and rests his hands on your lower belly. Repugnance and tenderness turn in your stomach. Cooper presses a kiss to the top of your head, keeping his mouth there.

“Do you think we could be happy?” He murmurs softly into your hair, thumbs tracing soft circles against your skin.

The monitor around your ankle feels heavy. You remember the sedatives he put in your drink, his wife and children at home, and this plush and comfortable prison he kept you in.

Your eyes flit toward the kitchen knives and you remember you could face the consequences of lodging one in his neck—if you wanted to.

You want to tell him he could never be happy. That his version of it could only be satisfied through violence. But brute force could be soft and safe if you surrendered to it. If you could bend something jagged and serrated into the shape of lovers, would you be spared from the rage inside of him?

“Maybe.” You say flatly, pouring Cooper his cup of coffee.

#cooper adams x reader #Cooper abbott x reader #requests #Happy monday #my classes started and im dying lol #starting off the week with some filth #enjoy!#and pls let me know if I lost the plot with the breeding kink stuff #like breeding as in this man is trying to get you pregnant or just cr3ampi stuff??? idk lol #like what am I leaning into here???? is it literal or is it the idea of it

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katz-rambles · 4 months ago

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Vampire reader and Mountain.. here it finally is. I've been watching a lot of The Vampire Diaries lately, so the vampire aspect is a lot like how it is in TVD!

5k words! I let myself get carried away.

(blood kink, blood drinking, fem!reader vampire!reader, switch!reader, switch!Mountain, pegging, marking, fingering, knotting, PiV, cumming inside, squirting, edging, overstimulation, Mountain gets tied and gagged, I think this is it.)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

The sounds of the drums echo through the practice room. Mountain has been trying to perfect this for hours at this point, yet he can't seem to get the rhythm right, or he hits the floor tom too soon. Doesn't matter what it is, something always manages to go wrong.

This time when he goes to hit it his hand slips and he smacks the metal with his finger, cutting the side of it. He drops the drum sticks and groans, something always goes wrong.

He leaves the practice room, to wash the cut, but mainly to have a breath of fresh air. He walks down the hall, mumbling something about how nothings going right. He's looking down at the cut that, for some reason, hasn't stopped bleeding yet. He's too distracted by it to notice that he's walking right into someone's back.

A loud yelp escapes from you when Mountain runs into you. You quickly turn around, about to snap at the person for not watching where they are going when you realize it's Mountain. You open your mouth to say something, ask him if he's okay or scold him you're not sure, but you close your mouth when your eyes meet with the cut on his finger that now has a good amount of blood seeping from it.

“Shit, sorry. I wasn't looking.. Are you okay?” Mountain furrows his brows when he notices you staring down at the cut. You don't even bother to respond to him as you grab his wrist, with a surprising amount of strength, and pull him to the nearest empty room.

The metallic smell of the blood sends a fog through your mind, you're not sure what Mountain is trying to say to you, all you can focus on is the tearing hunger that's coursing through your veins. It's consuming you. Every thought you have is overpowered by the need for blood. You didn't think you could get set off so fast, especially by something as little as the size of a papercut, but that's what happens when you don't feed. You can see Mountain saying something, but you're not able to read his lips, his hands grasp your shoulders with a bruising grip that rips you from your thoughts.

“My sweet flower..” Mountain sighs when he watches your eyes move away to meet his. His hand leaves your shoulder and rubs your face. His eyes are full of concern, and his brows are furrowed in tightly enough to create, almost invisible, wrinkles in his forehead. You can't muster the strength or confidence to speak to him, the words get caught in your throat and you almost choke on them.

“What's wrong?” He cups your face to lift it up so you're almost eye level to him. Everytime he opens his mouth to speak the words are muffled by the sounds of his blood racing through his body and the steady beat of his heart. He pulls his hands back and you cover your face, already knowing what's happened. Dark veins start to appear under your eyes and trail down to the apple of your cheeks, more spread up your neck and the whites of your eyes turn a sickening shade of red. You can't bear to look at Mountain now. You have a feeling he'll think of you as a monster, just like you think you are. You can barely control yourself on most days, one day you end up snapping and you killed a sibling. You can't confess that though, you'll get killed.

You've been sticking to blood bags that you've taken from the hospital and when people get suspicious and up their guard you have to move to the blood bank. There's a chest that sits in your room, but really it's a fridge that you've painted over and applied wood and on it to hide it. Then you let it wear and tear. Inside hides blood bags, and blood bags. Too many to count. You're just glad no one has been able to smell the nauseating blood.

His hand wraps around your chin and lifts your face up again, in a blink you realize the hand holding you is the same one with the cut. He lifts the finger up and the blood drips down onto your bottom lip and your fists clench at your sides. You want to open your mouth and taste him, but the thought of him seeing more of you, more of the side you try so hard to hide, makes you want to shrink back. But the hunger takes over and wins, you slowly open your mouth and your fangs peek out through your lips, they're long and sharp, unhuman. You lick your lips and the metallic tang hits your taste buds like a truck.

“Come with me.” You grab Mountain's hand and pull it off your face, dragging him down to your room. You quickly open the door and practically shove him inside and close, and lock, the door behind you. He opens his mouth to say something and then quickly closes it again, he looks like a goldfish. It's cute, it would be cuter if you weren't fighting the urge to bite him in the neck. He doesn't move once he realizes that the door is locked, you can't tell if he's scared or not though.

Your eyes are glazed over with hunger and your pupils are huge, taking over all colour. The chest sits in the corner of your room and the smell takes over, you know he can smell it from the scrunch of his nose. You almost feel guilty, almost. He lifts up his hand as the blood drips down, it's stopped bleeding now but there is still some that remains. The wet blood curls around his charcoal skin and it looks like something out of a painting. He presses his finger up to your lips and you take his finger in your mouth, your fang pierces the cut and reopens it to allow the blood to fall into your mouth and you eagerly drink it up. It doesn't help the hunger, instead it has the hunger tearing up and claws at your throat. It's painful, but Mountain helps dull it.

“There you go.” He sighs and pets your hair when you pull your mouth off his finger. You finally look up at him and meet his gaze. Your eyes look down to his neck, you can hear his pulse pounding against his skin and it makes your mouth water. Your hand presses against his neck and your finger traces his pulse.

“Please?” You breathe out, your hand shakes against him and you feel like you're about to cry. He looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, you can tell he is debating it. Eventually he lifts his head to the side and opens his neck to you and you selfishly bite down.

Mountain groans and grips your arm at the feeling of your fangs piercing his skin. His blood is warm and it soothes the hunger, you just don't know for how long. You rip your mouth off and his blood is dripping down off your lips. His hand wipes off the blood and you suck it off his fingers. Your breathing is heavy and quick.

“You taste good.” You mumble against his hand and kiss his palm. The wound on his neck is still bleeding and you won't deny yourself one more taste. Your tongue laps up the blood and he whimpers. You're in a haze, his words don't reach you. He lets his hand rest against your face and he pulls you close to him. In seconds his lips are on yours and he groans at the taste, he wants to pull away and run but you're both too lost in eachother. He presses you against the wall and wraps his hand around your waist, you tangle your fingers in his hair. The need is building between both of you as the heat builds in your core. You both break away and you kiss his neck, your lips suck on the bite mark to leave a deep bruise in the middle of the bite. He moans when you kiss down his neck to his collarbone. When you pull back you both know what to do and your hands are pulling at each other's clothes.

Your hands pull off his shirt and you push him down onto your bed, straddling his hips and kissing him again. You tug off your shirt and unclasp your bra, his hand flys up to unclasp your bra and he gropes your breasts and tugs on your nipples. You are both panting and you can feel the heat pool in your core and the gush of wetness in your panties. He unbuckles his belt and before he can toss it you grab it.

“Is this okay?” You ask and grab his hands and wrap the belt around them. You wait for a response before you do anything else. He nods and you pout your lips at him.

“I need words, pretty boy.” You tease him and he whines as you grind against his growing erection.

“Yes, please, flower.” He says between pants and you tie his hands up through your bed frame so he can't get out. You pull his pants and boxers down to let his erection free. You moan at the sight, his tip is red and pre-cum is leaking down. He got so worked up just from this. You shuffle off the bed and stand up to take off your own pants and slide your panties down.

“You can't be too loud, can you?” You sigh, more so asking yourself than you are him. You kiss him and when you pull back he opens his mouth for you and you put your panties in his mouth to silence him. You kiss his neck and trail them down his stomach towards his cock, but never actually touching it. You open the drawer in your nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. Once you've pulled yourself back up onto the bed you sit in between his legs and take some of the lube on your fingers. You start off by stroking his cock, your fingers never wrapping around him too tight. You watch some of the lube drip down to his hole and you smirk when an idea pops in your head.

You take your hand off his cock and he whines through your panties from the loss of contact, his hands strain against the belt and you smirk at him. You press one of your fingers inside him and watch as he lets his head fall back at the feeling. Your pace starts off slow, just to get him used to the feeling before you pull your finger out and drip some more lube on them and, this time, press two of your fingers inside him. He bucks his hips and groans, you know your fingers are stretching him out and you love it. You bring your lips up to his neck as you continue to fuck him with your fingers, you can feel him clench around you and he bucks his hips to try and get some more friction. You curl your fingers up inside him and brush against his sweet spot, he moans and you can see some drool at the side of his mouth. You press kisses against his neck and sink your teeth in once again, his hole clenches around your fingers when you drink his blood. You speed up your pace a little and lick the blood off his neck, admiring the two bite marks on him with hickeys littered on his neck and chest. But there's always room for more, just not yet.

You move back down to sit in between his legs once more, your free hand moves up to squeeze your breasts and his eyes never leave your hand. You toy with your nipple and a moan leaves you. You grab the lube and put a little more on your hand and gently ease a third finger inside him.

“You're so tight around my fingers. Are you enjoying this?” You smirk when he nods and bucks his hips to try and match the, now slow, pace of your fingers as you get him used to the feeling. You bite your bottom lips and toy with your other breast. You feel his hole clench and you see his cock twitch. You know he's getting close, so you speed up your pace and curl your fingers up again. You marvel at his expression and watch as he moans around your panties, you can see the wet spots at the sides as drool drips down his face. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever seen. You see the way he tightly closes his eyes and you can feel the way he clenches around your fingers. The pre-cum drips down his cock and starts to pool on your palm and at the top of his balls. When you feel him tighten again you pull your fingers out of him and rest your hands on his thighs. He whines in protest but it's all muffled and you're loving every second of it.

“.. I know. But you're doing so good for me, baby.” You coo against his stomach and kiss his stomach and go up to kiss his chin and the sides of his mouth. His cock is twitching and his hole is dripping with the lube. He's powerless against you right now. You take the hand without lube and scoop up some of the blood and suck it off your fingers, your eyes roll back at the taste and you swear you could cum right then. You press your fingers inside him once again and watch as he jerks forward, his cock twitching and you wrap your hand around it, pumping it a few times before you pull away again, watching the way he whimpers and bucks his hips up.

You stand up and get something from your nightstand drawer again, this time you pull out a strap-on. It's not super long or thick but it's enough that it'll fill him up and stretch him out more than your fingers can. You watch his eyes widen when you place it on the bed and get back up in between his legs.

You wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him, setting a relatively quick pace but not quick enough to let him cum. He bucks his hips to meet your strokes and moans from behind your panties, you trace his face with your finger and let your hand rest on his neck, your fingers curl around his neck and you squeeze. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough that he'll start to get light headed after a while. You quicken your pace on his cock and start to rub the tip with your thumb after every stroke. He moans and whines, getting louder with every touch you give him. Your hand reaches down off his face and you tweak one of his nipples and you watch him pull on the belt. His eyes are pleading and you almost give in, almost.

Just as you feel his cock twitch in your hand you pull off, watching him whine and his legs twitch. You grab the strap-on and put it on your hips, grabbing the lube and pouring some in your hand, he watches as you stroke the strap and get it wet enough. The noises coming from it are loud and wet. You place your hands under his thighs and position yourself in between his legs on your knees, you take the strap in one hand and rub the tip against his hole. You slowly start to push the strap inside him, inch by inch. When you bottom out his eyes are filled with tears and he's desperately grinding his hips up to you. You cup his face with one hand and wipe the tears that are falling down his cheek, your hand moves over and you grab the panties from his mouth and pull them out, there's a string of drool that still connects his mouth to your panties.

“Please.. I've been so good.” Mountain whines and grinds his hips again, and this time you take mercy on him and pull your hips back so it's just the tip that's inside him and you thrust back into him. His eyes roll back and he moans loudly. You start an unrelenting pace for him, it's deep and quick and you make sure to hit that sweet spot every thrust. From how you edged him earlier he's already so worked up and when you feel him clench around the strap and watch his pretty cock twitch you slow down and you watch tears fall down his face and his arms pull against the belt.

“Please! I'm so close…ahhh..!” Mountain whimpers, you coo down at him and cup his face in your hands. There's a sheen layer of sweat on his body, and in the dim light of your room it deliciously outlines each groove and curve of his body. You wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him, you speed up your thrusts and he moans loudly, you know people can hear him but you don't care anymore. You lean down and kiss his neck, your lips find the wound on his neck, you almost forgot he was a ghoul when you kiss the wound to find it healed over. You feel his cock twitch in your hand and your lips curl into a grin against his neck, you open your mouth and your breath sends shivers down his spine. You crave him, and you know that after this the blood bags won't do anymore, you sink your fangs into his neck and the harsh pain mixed with the pleasure sends him over the edge. His muscles tense and he cums on your stomach and his own, his eyes roll back and he whimpers and groans. You let him ride out his orgasm before you take your mouth off his neck. He's shaking underneath you and you can see faint friction burns starting on his wrists, yet he hasn't tried to get out.

When he's calmed down a bit you pull the strap out and rub his thighs. But you're not done yet, he doesn't know that yet though. You take the strap off and place it on the nightstand and grab something else with a smirk on your face. You place a double sided dildo in between the two of you.

“Do you think you can give me one or two more, baby?” You ask as you grab the lube and rub it on it. You know you don't need it, he's slick enough from the lube from the strap and you're dripping. He watches you and whines, he nods his head and meets your eyes and you click your tongue and shake your head.

“Words, big boy.” You hum and rub his waist. “Yes. Unholy fuck.. yes.” He groans when he sees you line it up with yourself. You slowly push it inside yourself and you let out a gasp mixed with a moan at the stretch of it. When it's in a comfortable amount you slide the other end inside of Mountain and listen to his moans, he's so sensitive. You grab a small remote from beside you and press one of the buttons, the dildo lets off a steady vibration with a thrusting motion inside the both of you. Your mouth hangs open as you moan, you're soaked and you can hear the wet squelches of your cunt with your arousal mixed with the lube. You rest back on your elbows and listen to the noises Mountain is making, they're wonderful. He's moaning so loud that you're debating gagging him again, he did look so pretty that way.

You decide on gagging him again. While one side of you wants the whole Clergy to hear him, the other side wants you and only you to be able to hear his pretty noises. You sit up and reach to grab your panties and he knows what you're going to do and opens his mouth for you and you put them in his mouth. His moan is muffled; he tugs on his restraints again. His eyes roll back and his hips buck, when he moves it pushes your side deeper and you let yourself fall back down onto your elbows and you can't hold back the moan. The remote sits beside you and you grab it and turn it up, not all the way but enough that you both notice the difference. A moan escapes your lips and your walls clench around the toy. You push yourself up and one hand goes to Mountain's cock while the other reaches up to toy with your breasts. From this position the toy is vibrating against your clit so perfectly that it's hard to not cum right away. You quicken your pace on Mountain's cock and he groans into your panties, his cock twitches and you know he's close, and so are you. You can feel the coil tightening in your core and you let go of your breast and reach over to turn it up again. The vibrations get more intense and the thrusting motion gets more aggressive, it rubs against your sweet spot with each and every thrust. Mountain moans, and it's loud even through your panties, and he cums. His cum spills onto your hand and his stomach, it drips down your hand and you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick it off. His taste is what sends you over the edge, you clench around the toy and cum, your thighs tense and you throw your head back and moan. The vibrations and thrusts of the toy never stop and you don't intend to turn it off anytime soon. Mountain whimpers and you can see the tears form in his eyes from his own sensitivity. Your hand starts to move on his cock again and he almost screams. The sight alone has you clenching around the toy again. Your own sensitivity adding to the whole experience, the toy brushes against your swollen clit and it sends jolts of pleasure racing through your whole body.

“Unholy fuck. Look at you, you're wrecked.. aahh.. it's so fucking hot.” You chuckle through pants and moans. He's whimpering and moaning, his thighs are tense and he's quivering. You decide to toy with him a bit more and you turn the vibrations and thrusting motions up to the max, when you do you almost cum right away, but Mountain does. His back arches and his eyes roll back as his eyes shut tight. He's shaking and the vibrations and thrusts not stopping is overstimulating him and you're both loving it. You adjust your position and it rubs against your clit and you cum for the second time tonight. You whimper and cover your mouth with your hand in hopes to muffle the noises you're making. Your whole body is twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm and current stimulation from the toy. You're so sensitive and you're panting. Mountain shuffles as an attempt to get away from the vibrations but ends up pushing himself deeper onto it and his hands clench into fists.

You know that he doesn't actually want to stop, you both know the safeword and if you can't speak two taps to the thigh, and he's made no attempt to do either.

The coil is building in your core again, you can tell it is as well with Mountain. He's laid his head down on the pillows and you can see the drool at the sides of his mouth along with the tears that slide down his face, normally you'd be worried if he was crying but right now it just turns you on even more. Each tear that you see adds a gush of heat in your core, it's addicting. You wrap your hand around his cock and he jolts at the feeling, he looks at you and you swear you've never seen anyone look prettier. His hairs sticking to his forehead from the sweat, his eyes are wide and filled with tears and his pupils are huge, restricting almost all the colour in his eyes.

Your thumb swipes at the tip of his cock and he cums for the third or fourth time, you've lost count and you can tell he has too. His cum hits your stomach as well this time, the feeling of his cum splashing onto you mixed with the feeling of the toy and the sight of him sends you over the edge. It's different this time though, a gush of wetness squirts out of you and you know you've soaked the sheets and a part of Mountain.

You turn off the toy and you swear you heard him let out a sob of relief. You pull the toy out of him first and he jolts from the feeling, then you pull it out of yourself and watch as a mess of slick and cum has soaked the toy to create strings of it. You put it to the side with the strap and sigh. You look at Mountain and smile at him, when you look down at his cock, he's still hard as a rock. You smirk and move so you're straddling him.

“Can you give me one more?” You coo and he nods, despite the state he's in, he still wants more. You take his cock in your hand and watch as he jerks at your touch and you line yourself up with him. Even though you've been stretched by the toy, Mountain still manages to stretch your cunt, and it is a glorious feeling. You sink down inch by inch until he's all the way inside of you. The feeling of him filling you up is exactly what you needed.

Slowly but surely you lift your hips up and lower yourself back down. Your walls are pulsing around him and you know he can feel it. You manage, even through your tiredness, to set a mean pace. You reach over him and undo the belt that holds his hands in place and they fly down to your hips to help you. Although you are capable of doing most of the work, Mountain still helps you with it. His hands on your hips help to lift you up and when you're up you can feel him thrust his hips up. With each lift and thrust you moan, and you rest your head onto his chest and kiss his collarbone. Even though his hands are free he still has your panties in his mouth, it's a sight for sore eyes.

You kiss over the bite marks, when he feels your lips over the sore flesh he thrusts up into you with a particular roughness. His cock hits your sweet spot over and over again. You yelp when he flips you over so you're on your back and he's on top of you. He pulls your panties out of your mouth and smirks at you, he tosses them to the side and starts to rut himself inside you. He lifts his head up, exposing his neck to you.

“Third times the charm, right?” He growls, he has two bite marks on his neck and you open your mouth and bite a third. You selfishly lap up his blood, and his thrusts get harder with each gulp you take. Soon you feel the familiar coil in your core and he reaches down to rub your clit and that sends you over the edge. You pull your mouth off and you can see and feel his blood drip onto your chest as you cum around his cock. He keeps his rough pace but his thrusts get sloppy. He groans and you can feel the base of his cock got thicker and you know what's coming next.

“Please, flower, let me knot you? You'd like that.. right, for me to fill this pretty cunt with my seed. Maybe this will get you round and full with my kits.. hmm?” He babbles and moans and you wrap your legs around him to pull him in closer. You feel the knot stretch you open and he cums deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, resting his head in your neck and he gently kisses your neck. You can feel his knot inside you even as his cock gets soft.

“How do you feel?” You ask him, your finger tracing over the bite mark you just gave him. He chuckles and kisses your lips, and when he pulls away his nose scrunches at the metallic taste on your tongue.

“I'm great, I've never felt better. A little lightheaded though.” He says and you both laugh. You can finally feel a few more ropes of cum inside you and you no longer feel his knot and he slowly pulls himself out of you. You can feel his cum drip out of you and onto the sheets. You're both a mess, covered in cum, sweat and tears.

“Come on. Up we go.” You pull yourself out from underneath him and stand up. He looks at you like you've just grown two heads, and rests his head in the pillow.

“How are you not fazed by this?” He groans and massages his own thighs and you laugh. “I'm a vampire silly, I've got better stamina than anyone here. Now come on, we've got to clean up and I've got to change the sheets before it ruins my mattress.” He scoffs and gets up, grumbling as he does so, you get a chance to admire the bites on him.

Yeah, you're definitely going to have to do this again.

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