Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [21]
A/N: and so the smut begins, and you’ve been oh so very naughty for our beloved vamp ;) also my phone literalt shut down on 60% whilst I wrote this so clearly Claes is much too attractive and tempting for even a phone.
Please do not read this chapter at work, school, the dentist, your local grocery store, in the car or similar locations where screaming may not be appreciated in public. A nightclub may be acceptable but please ensure it is read with a glass of Jack Daniels - your author’s favourite. Thank you.
Warnings: dirty talk, praise kink, size kink if you squint, spanking (minimal), kind of a biting kink, fingering (f receiving), probably a ton of swearing - it’s me.
Oh yeah, and a really jealous Drac
Following Dracula down the hall towards the door of the apartment had dread and excitement coursing your veins. He hadn’t uttered a word to you. When you had gotten out of the car, he denied to even acknowledge your existence at all. Whatever was in store for you in the privacy of that apartment... you shuddered at the thought.
The sound of the door crashing open echoed into the hall and you jumped a little. He had already disappeared inside. Dare you go in? Your wildest imagination would let likely not prepare you for what was going to happen once you stepped in there. You hovered a little down the hall for a few minutes. The door remained open. He was waiting for you.
You shrunk into his jacket, wishing that you hadn’t tried to push him so far. You were cold, but then again, you were quite literally only wearing a jacket. You had to go in. You knew he had time to kill and he would wait for you all day and all night.
Taking a meek step forward, your heart began to race. The suspense was going to kill you (providing Dracula didn’t first). You neared the door, and peeked your head in. Dracula was standing at the far end of the room, looking out of the window with his hands in his pockets. If you were quiet enough, you could most definitely make it to the bathroom and lock yourself in and have a nice, civil conversation with him. You honestly didn’t have an idea on what he would do to you. Part of you hoped it would be what he’d been keeping you waiting for. All those lingering touches, those more-than-chaste kisses, it all had to lead somewhere. Angry sex with your vampire boyfriend? If that was how you were going to go, at least you’d go out in style.
You took your first step inside. You flinched. Dracula didn’t turn, and since your foot had made almost no noise, you suspected that he didn’t hear you. So, you took another step and froze. He made no movement. This carried on for maybe another four steps until-
“Take another step and I will be over there in an instant.”
Oh, his voice... it sent the most pleasurable chill down your spine and you indulged yourself in wanting to be his prey. You wanted him to finally fulfil his many promises of punishing your disobedience. He sounded like he could pounce on you, and boy, did you want him to.
So, you broke out into a sprint. Considering how quickly he had moved through the room the last time he had need for it, he had swept you up before you were anywhere near the bathroom door. He hauled you over his shoulder so that you were forced to look at where you had been, not where you were going. He mumbled something, before a sound resounded. You gasped as a fire lit across your ass. You kicked your legs as if to try and get out of his grasp, however he held onto you tighter and hit you again. You bit your lip, loving the way you still felt his hand even though it was no longer there.
“I suppose someone needs attention?” He grumbled, tossing you onto the bed.
“Don’t you start with me,” he spoke sharply, eyes burning into you as you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees to look at him. His jacket was much too big for you and seemed to swallow you up, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You were a brat all afternoon, you naughty thing.”
“I didn’t mean it,” you feigned your innocence, eyes boring into him.
“Don’t you lie to me. You’re in enough trouble as it is.” He neared you, grasping your chin firmly and forcing you to look up at him, “you are absolutely in the world of trouble.” He mused, voice quieting and darkening with every word, “I’ll take my time with you.”
With little force from himself, Dracula pushed you backwards and down into the mattress.
“Stay right there.” He commanded, voice lowering to just a little above a whisper. His eyes darkened as he looked at the way you had sprawled out. God fucking damn that dress - if you could even call it that.
You watched, just a little scared of what he was going to do. His fingers worked at his belt and once it was undone, it was your turn. You had never seen such a dark and intense look in his eyes before. Not even when he had fought with Renfield over you. Oh, god, your stomach flipped when his hands touched the bed.
“Your heart...” he mused, “scared now, kitten?”
You couldn’t respond. Your body would not allow you to respond. You were anticipating his touches. Just what was he going to do to you? He chuckled, knowing full well what your answer was. He was so big, so very tall, towering over you as you lay helpless on the bed, propped up by your elbows, gawking at him in your terror. You were a rabbit, and he was the big, bad wolf.
“Not so loud now, are we?”
He began his descent to you, crawling over you, taking in your scent that mingled with his. Now, you were trapped beneath him. He was so close. He could feel the rhythm of your heart, keeping his hands either side of your head, to make sure you wouldn’t try to worm your way out of this one. He had truly had enough. You were finally going to pay.
“Say something, kitten, what are you thinking?”
Again, you were left without words. He was so close. He was so much bigger than you, trapping you beneath him was no issue, and you knew he’d have his way with you and then some now that you’d finally pushed him over the edge. When he still got no response from you, a few growl fumbled through his chest and he tugged your hair away from your neck, biting down into the mark he had created weeks ago. While he didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood (he didn’t even have his fangs on this occasion), the sensitivity of the area was enough. You cried out, arms coming up to wrap around him and bring him ever closer to you.
“Better.” He growled against your skin, and bit down once more. The way you shuddered against him made the cockiest smirk appear on his lips and he started his way around your neck, mapping out the most sensitive areas and marking you up, so that he wouldn’t forget just where they were. His lips moved a little higher, up to your collarbone and he licked up to your earlobe before tugging with his teeth. You whimpered, gripping onto him for dear life as the constant sparks that were igniting within you drove your head back into the mattress.
“Dear God,” you managed to breathe.
“I can make no claims to that title, but trust me on this, I’m about to steer you as far away from that fantastical purity as I can get you.” He lifted his head to look down at you and your hands slipped down, coming to rest half on his cheeks and half on his neck.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
You pulled his face to your own, colliding your lips. That one second that you felt him, you heard him hum in utter bliss and then you were gone.
This time, it was a brief visit. You suspected Dracula wanted you with him at all times. For just the frozen fraction that you were in the haven, it was hot. So burning hot, and you were with him, tangled up in sangria sheets.
When you came back, you gasped. His large hand cupped the left side of your face, guiding your head up so that he had more access to your neck. He laved his way down with his tongue, loving the way you squirmed under him. Humans were strange. They craved this sort of contact, but once they got it, they wanted to wriggle their away from it as if they couldn’t stand it.
“Be still,” he whispered, “I want this off so I can smell only you.”
And he began to push the jacket down. You moved a little to allow him to strip you of the only real item of clothing you had and the cold hit you as he threw the jacket over his shoulder and away. Goosebumps rose on your skin. Your lips began to work on his neck, fingers moving around to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling every now and then when his hands trailed up and down the expanse of your legs. When his shirt was off, he stopped you from doing anymore damage.
“Get this fucking thing off.” His lips were soon enough back on your neck and he tore open your newest wardrobe addition, making it practically one big hole. He had never sworn before and the way the hard profanity rolled from his tongue had a deep heat fill your stomach. You lifted your hips so that he could pull it away, and accidentally collided with his. You took a sharp breath.
Now you were so close to being exposed to him once more. He drank in the sight of you, so close, chest rising and falling with the gasps that he had caused. He was slowly turning you into a mess as he had promised.
His kisses began to work down, working over the exposed top halves of your breasts, down into the valley, over your stomach, towards your naval. Every kiss left a little patch of saliva and to connect the dots, he swiped his tongue back up. Oh, what he’d give to be able to truly kiss you. Not to send you away into a fantasy, but to keep you with him so that you could kiss him over and over. So that you could feel the passion in his mouth, taste his tongue on yours. He wanted to mark every single part of you as his own. One day, maybe. Until then, he’d simply have to mark every inch of your skin.
“Do I have permission?” He inquired lowly, playing with the strap of your bra.
You could only nod, feeling yourself slip away. He pulled you up into him, your chest nicely flush against his as he so easily worked the garment open. Now he was being slow and precise with his moves. He laid you down, pulling the material away and it ended up in some corner, a similar fate to his jacket and his shirt. He hummed, reacting as though he had never seen you topless before. He hadn’t, not like this.
“Guess I finally got my way- Ah~”
He cut you off, sucking a nipple into his mouth and giving it attention with his tongue. Usually, they weren’t the most sensitive things in the world, your nipples, but holy fucking shit, right now you could come like this. Not wanting your other nipple to feel neglected, his large hand came up to knead your free breast and you arched your back at the sensation of his cool skin against your hot, flushing flesh. He pinched hard, and bit down simultaneously, pulling up and away and grinning down at you.
“Actually, I’m getting my way.”
“Whatever floats your boat.”
He paused for a moment, debating on his next move. In the next moment, he had climbed off of you and moved towards the head of the bed, taking a seat against the headboard. You rolled over onto your stomach, peering up at him.
Thinking better than to disobey him anymore, you crawled your way into his lap and began pressing kisses to his shoulders. His head rolled back. He could never get enough of your touch. Never in your life would he let anyone take you from him. You were his.
His hands moved down your body, thumbs brushing over your nipples and coming to rest firmly on your waist. So easily, with no strength, he twisted you so that your back was pressed against his chest and your legs were over the top of his. You looked up at him.
“I can’t give you everything I’d like to,” he kissed your shoulder, “so I’m afraid this is all I can do for you right now.”
His hands began to trail further down, stopping right at the hem of your panties. You nodded. You had expected him to just tug them down, but he, instead, literally tore the material off. To hell with them.
“Drac!” You shrieked, “they were Fenty!” You whined.
“I don’t have a single clue what that means, but I must assure you that I don’t give a damn. You look much more delightful without them.”
You still rolled your eyes.
And finally, after so long of waiting, of the tension building and bubbling, his fingers worked into your slit. Your head rolled back onto his chest, a moan rippling throughout the room. The pure bliss that shot through your body! It had been so long since anyone had touched you. The coolness of his fingers heightened the way that it felt and you had to do something to stop yourself from climaxing too soon.
Using only one finger, he circled your pearl first, not wanting to waste another second in keeping you waiting. A hot rush swept between your legs and you whined.
“Does that feel good?” You nodded in response, “unfortunate.” He pulled his finger back, causing you to whine in protest.
His hands moved to your thighs and he pulled your legs apart, so that your feet were planted either side of his knees and your legs were bent. His hand moved back to rest so close to where you needed it again.
“I don’t think you deserve it.” He whispered into your ear, “you’ve disobeyed me so much. You’ve made me so mad. So, so angry.” He drew circles on the innermost skin of your thigh, right where if his finger slipped, he’d be where you wanted him most, “I should tie you up and leave you here in such a state. I can feel you dripping onto me. You’d soak the sheets and I’d never even have to touch you again, would I?” His voice vibrated through your body and the utter filth he’d never spoke until today made you feel giddy. He really knew how to tease, didn’t he?
“Please,” you whispered a beg, “please just...”
“Please what?” You could practically hear his smirk.
“Please touch me. Please do anything.”
“Anything? Oh, like this?”
He gave you no warning, he just pushed his finger right into your sopping cunt, loving the way it seemed to suck the length of his finger in, craving more. The deep coolness sparked electricity and you cried out at the feeling. Holy fuck, you’d never been with someone who’s fingers were quite as thick or as long. He was definitley proportionate. The bulge pressing against your back was further proof of that.
“Holy shit.” He whispered.
His finger began working on you, almost all the way out before plunging back in and the feeling was already sending you into a frenzy. His finger never warmed like the other men you’d been with, so it was just so delicious to feel his finger constantly cool against your hot and throbbing core. Wet, sensual sounds filled the room - and just by his finger!
“Hm, you like that, don’t you? Your heart sounds like it’s about to run away.” He mused, “would that scum back at the shopping centre be able to do this to you?”
“God, no,” you breathed, focusing much too hard on the waves of pleasure.
He pushed a second finger in, a small burn as he stretched you out. You twisted, making a noise as the pleasure heightened more.
“Good girl, taking my fingers so well.”
Your chest rose and fell. The sensation of two of his fingers was enough. You were so close to the edge and he knew it. His lips cane down on your shoulders, pressing here and there, biting a few times.
“Who else could fuck you with their fingers like this?”
“No one-“ you gasped, unable to concentrate on his words.
“Correct. No one.” His free hand trailed down your body, “so don’t you ever wear that sundress out again.”
“But- I like it-“ you gasped, so, so close.
“I didn’t realise your emotions mattered.” The fingers on his free hand began to draw hard, quick circles on your clit. You were a gonner.
“Holy shit-“ you gasped, tossing your head to expose the bite mark.
You watched his fingers work your core. You loved the way his forearms flexed, and he never seemed bothered by any straining it might have been causing.
“Let’s see how far the female body had progressed.” He pumped his fingers quicker, the friction driving you to the brink. Tears were forming in your eyes. Way too much. His fingers worked your clit so well that waves were beginning to build, “have you learnt to come on command?”
You didn’t know if you could hold off anymore. The pleasure was much too intense and the cord that had been growing in your stomach was ready to break at any second.
“Not yet..” you bit your lip, you squeezed your eyes shut, you tired your hardest, “a little longer,” the sounds of your juices filled the room and your body ignited all of a sudden, a raw hotness overcoming you, “now.”
He bit hard down into the mark on your neck and the pleasure came. You screamed out, body absolutely losing control. You shook with every wave, moans filling the room and causing a proud smirk to appear on Dracula’s face.
He helped you ride your orgasm out, not stopping the movement of his fingers until your body was no longer tense but blissed out. He helped you off of him, lying you down at his side and he turned to look at you.
“I wonder how you taste...” he wondered aloud before sucking on the tips of his fingers. He groaned, unable to hold back the look of content on his face, “not as good as your blood, but a close second.”
You scoffed, panting heavily. Your stomach was knotting from the intense orgasm and you could only hope that the pain would stop soon.
“What about you?” You breathed.
“Don’t worry yourself over me. I told you, I can’t give it to you.”
“And I told you, that’s how I want to go.”
“I’m not killing you just so that we can make love.” He scowled at you.
“Make love?” You mocked, “what are you a 12 year old girl?”
You laughed through your pants and pulled him down into your side. One way or another, you were going to make him do that to you again and again and again.
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