Vices [Anime Men x FemReader One Shots]

Velvet Blood [S. Getou]

Suguru Getou x Reader

⚠ Warnings: Overstimulation (like a mf), basically monster fucking (?), mentions of blood/ blood drinking, feral Getou, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie

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It's really late at night. The city is bathed under a dark sky with a small sliver of light from the waxing moon. It's then that you hear a weird noise in the alley you're about to pass. Ugh the one day you walk to work you end up going home later than usual. Curse you for trying to lessen your carbon footprint.

Slowly you approach the alleyway, still hearing the noise. It's like a low groaning noise. You peek into the dark space, eyes scanning the darkness hopelessly. But then you see movement.

A man sits, slumped against the wall of the alley. His hair is long and matches the color of the night sky. He looks exhausted, panting hard and clutching at his side. You notice he's injured.

"Hey," you call to him. His eyes snap to yours, a bit of fear and anger in his gaze. "Are you okay? Do you need help?" He hugs himself a little bit tighter, feelings of mistrust fluttering through him.

Carefully, you approach him, worried you would scare the injured man away. You kneel in front of him and move his hand away from the gash on his side. "That's really deep. Want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No hospital," His voice is deep but you can hear the fear in it. Maybe he's scared of the hospital? But who are you to judge. "Help me please," he says a little calmer now.

You were hesitant. Possibly taking him home and patching him up could be an option. But if he dies because you didn't take him to the hospital you'd be in a load of shit. "Are you sure you don't want to go to a clinic?"

He shakes his head, moving his gaze from you to the blood seeping into his hand. "Never mind. I'll be okay." He winces as he keeps trying to apply pressure to his wound.

Guilt floods your heart. "Okay c'mon. I'll patch you up at my place. You'll die out here like this." You sling one of his arms over your shoulder and help him stand up.

"Thank you so much," he mutters as he leans on you to walk. Your apartment isn't too far from where you found the bleeding stranger. You take in his very tall stature and his strong build. You wonder how or by who this larger man could have gotten injured.

When you reached the door, you lean him against the wall for support. Digging in your purse, you retrieve your keys and unlock the door. "You sure it's okay that I come inside?" He stops right at the threshold, not daring to come inside without clear consent.