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mattheo riddle: you being a vampire and biting them for the first time

your body is on top of his as you're playing around, giggling as he kisses your neck. he then playfully nips it, making you gasp. you are about to return the favor, but suddenly stop, your teeth almost making contact with his skin. you freeze, your teeth almost sinking into his flesh. a mixture of desire and restraint battled inside you, making you hesitate. "i..." you murmur, your voice heavy with emotions, "i shouldn't..."

"don't stop," he says, his voice soft but firm. his breath was hot against your neck, his body pressed close to yours. "it's okay, i swear."

something about his words and the way he said them made your heart race. you wanted him, badly. but you had promised yourself you'd never bite him. "i really shouldn't."

he cups your face in his hands, making you look at him. "why not? you've been holding back for so long. i know you want to."

"i do." the words escape your lips before you can stop them. "i do want to bite you." your eyes lock with his, the mix of desire and need swirling within them. "but i can't. i'll lose control once i start."

he doesn't break eye contact, his gaze burning into yours. "you won't." he whispers, his tone firm. "i know you won't lose control. not with me." his hands move from your face to your hips, pulling you flush against his body. his fingers dig into your skin, his grip possessive and desperate. he tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. "do it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "bite me."

his breaths were deep and ragged, his chest rising and falling against yours. his body was tense, as if he was anticipating your bite. the mixture of his actions and his words was heady and overpowering. "just a quick taste," he whispers. "that's all. just a taste."

your resolve was breaking with every passing moment. the need to have just a small sip, was overwhelming. and he was offering himself so willingly, so eagerly. he didn't seem afraid, in fact, he seemed excited.

"i promise. i won't stop you. i want this as much as you do." his arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight against his body. he leans his head back, exposing more of his neck to you. "come on," he whispers. "taste me."

and just like that, any restraint you had left seemed to snap. his words and his actions, combined with the scent of him so close to you, was too much to resist. without another thought or warning, your lips find his neck. your teeth sink into him, drawing a small gasp from him.

he lets out a hiss of pain as your teeth pierce his flesh, but he doesn't pull away. instead, his hands move to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. he holds you close, his grip firm but not painful.

he groans, his grip on your hair tightening as you continue to feed. "that feels so good." he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

you pause, pulling your head away from his neck as you question, "doesn't it hurt?"

he groans at the sudden loss of contact, his hands still holding your hips tightly. "a little," he murmurs, his voice low. "but it feels so good."

"i don't want to hurt you." you can't help but protest, your voice filled with concern.

he chuckles, the sound coming out more as a breathless gasp. "baby, you're a vampire. i kind of expected it to hurt a little. but it feels amazing, i promise." he brings one hand to your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.

you can't help but lean into his touch, your body betraying you. you look into his eyes, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. all you see is desire and need.

he looks at you with a mixture of desire and playfulness. "i don't care if it hurts. i want this. i want you. i trust you." he pulls you closer to his body, his hand roaming over your back, his touch possessive but gentle. "just keep going, baby. don't hold back."

he smiles at you, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "come on," he coaxes. "don't stop. it feels so good. please, keep going."