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plot: adrian is dressed as dracula and you as van helsing, which is pretty fitting for your life activities
warnings: vampire!adrian chase x vampire hunter!f!reader ; vampire!au ; smut ; MDI ; acquaintances to enemies to enemies that fuck ; fight ; roughhousing ; blood and blood driking ; blood kink ; vaginal masturbation ; brief oral sex on the reader ; adrian is a gentleman ; just pure horniness ; backshots ; rough blow job ; cum eating ; a mix of blood kink with spit kink (you will see) ; barebacking (use a condom please)
i feel this one is bad but i hope you like it nonetheless
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Adrian worked with you. Actually, you worked for him. He owned the company, he looked kind of young to own a whole company, but according to the stories you heard, it was his late mother's company. When she died, he got everything. It was a cosmetic company, very big, basically ran Evergreen since it was the only big industry in town and gave so many jobs to so many people.
It was Halloween, Adrian loved this time of year. Every year he threw a big Halloween costume party for the company. You have been there for a little more than ten months, so you didn't participate in last year's Halloween party, but people talked a lot about it. There were two major parties in the Chase Cosmetic Company (or CCC, for short), the Halloween party and the end of the year party. Your work colleagues talked more about the Halloween one, since everyone was in costume it was easier to deceive and to cheat on your significant other without everyone knowing. You thought that was disgusting to point out as the highlight of the party, but you still wanted to go, you really liked Halloween as well, that's when you worked the most.
Just like the cheaters, vampires would take advantage of all the costumes, all the blood gore and the lack of care for horror that humans had for one night to hunt without many consequences.
And that's when you would come in. Being a vampire hunter was a family thing you got rolled into, at least you liked it a lot. It was always such a rush killing those monsters. And you would make good money for a vampire head, so it was even better.
"So… Van Helsing, huh?", you got startled when you heard the voice so close to you.
The party was in an abandoned looking warehouse, outside it looked horrible, but inside everything was in its place and very well cleaned. There was a DJ playing an amazing playlist, you had to say, the lights flickered on top of your dancing colleagues. There was good food and a lot to drink, which people were taking a lot of advantage of. You had a Shirley Temple in your hand, you didn't want to get wasted that night, you were planning to just pretend to be drunk and see what you could find. You had a hunch on who was the enemy there, but you needed proof.
You turned around and saw Adrian, dressed as the fucking Count Dracula.
You smiled sweetly, "Yes!", you agreed, putting your hands on your waist, pushing your black leather trench coat back, like you wanted to show off your costume to him, "And you! Dracula, huh?"
He smiled showing his long fangs and hid them behind his black cape. His hair was a pretty dark curly blonde and it was combed back like Dracula's, except blonde. His makeup was more a classic goth than a cartoony Dracula, which made his green eyes pop under the dark red and black eyeshadow.
"The wig looked horrible", he commented, putting the cape down, "So I made the executive decision to use my own hair. Does it look okay?"
"It does", you nodded, "Better than a horrible wig."
He chuckled, "Good to know. I wanted to be Draculaura, but I couldn't find her shoes in my size."
You shook your head chuckling, "But the wig was good?"
He rolled his eyes annoyed, still being playful, "The wig was fantastic. I preferred to come as her dad because I respect her too much to not have her boots on."
You nodded, "You're right. The fangs look fantastic, did you get them custom made?"
He smiled again, showing them off, "Yeah. I don't respect Dracula enough to wear a ugly ass wig because of him, but I'm no animal."
You nodded chuckling, "It looks great, mister Chase."
"Please, call me Adrian. Mister Chase was my mom", you laughed. He looked around and then back at you, "Are you having fun?"
"Yes", you nodded, your smile turned into a puzzled look when he got your hand with the cup on and brought it close to his nose, sniffing.
"Is this just a Shirley Temple?", he booed you when you nodded, letting go of your hand, "There is so much to drink and you with a red tinted ginger ale?", you laughed softly, "Come on! What will you ask them to make for you next? A camomile mint tea?"
"Fuck you", his eyebrows went up, your eyes widened immediately, your hand going to your lips, "I'm so sorry."
He laughed, "It's okay", he assured, smiling, his fangs showing, "Just don't feel that just because the owner of the company is here you can't have a little fun."
"I'm having fun, mis- Adrian", you smiled, "I swear."
"Alrighty then!", he looked at you up and down and adjusted his glasses, "I will go before you remember Van Helsing kills vampires and come after me."
You laughed cordially, "Go on then, I will remember in five minutes."
He smiled and walked away. The good thing about Halloween for hunters is that all the guns and weapons all covered in blood were a staple thing, so it didn't call for any attention. You had a feeling that Adrian Chase was a Daywalker (a vampire that had the ability to walk in the daylight), that's why you started working at CCC. Someone there was drinking the workers blood, it wasn't always, it was in a really low frequency, but still, the records from doctors were clear. Someone was a vampire and was taking little sips of their work colleagues, or their employees.
Adrian showing was Dracula was the fucking nail in the coffin, pun not intended. Was he trying to be funny? Because you were wearing the Van Helsing costume, you thought it was very ironic and you looked amazing in that costume. Also, you could hold your weapons and not call for any attention. The guns were fake, you couldn't bring a fucking modern glock under your coat, it would call people's attention, but you managed to bring a few knives and an axe.
You tried to seem distracted, like you weren't watching Adrian's movements, but he knew. He would look at you from time to time, he was talking with other employees and his eyes would meet yours. You could pretend to be just an employee trying to fuck the boss, but something inside you was signaling that he knew what you were doing. He knew you were keeping track of him, just waiting for him to slip.
And Adrian did. At some point, everyone does. You saw him start walking with a guy that worked at the procurement department, going between people to a corridor in the back. You knew that the bathrooms were there, he could just be taking someone to bathroom to fuck them, but you had to check.
You followed them trying to be quick, but not too much, not to draw attention. You looked to the corridor from the corner and saw the Dracula cape slipping through a door in the back while it was closing. That wasn't the door to the bathroom, so you had to follow.
You tried to listen to what was going on inside, but there was no noise. Maybe the door was too thick or Adrian silenced the guy as soon as they got in. You touched the doorknob, opening just enough to check how much light was available on that place, it was dark and still very quiet, maybe you could get in. You slipped in the door, just opening enough for you to slip through the crack and close it behind you, making no noise at all, you had a lot of experience in being stealthy.
"So this is not just a random costume", you heard Adrian's voice coming from the mess in that room.
It was a deposit to keep the things that weren't being used in the warehouse. That place was used for parties all the time, and everything that they didn't use or needed fixing would be put there. There was a mess of tables and chairs, wires, mats and boxes. It was dark there, only being illuminated by the moonlight coming through the tall windows.
In front of you there was Adrian, looking at you, with a smug smile on, the cape making his figure even bigger, "And to think that I was thinking about taking you home", he clicked his tongue, "I could smell the silver and gun powder in your fingers", he huffed while you got two knives out of their holsters in your thighs, "Why the hot ones always end up wanting to kill me?"
Adrian got in front of you in a quick imperceptive movement, his cape flowing slightly. You quickly tried to kick him in the chest trying to get him away, only for him to hold your chin stopping its movement. The stop didn't mean much, since he didn't grip your leg, you just bent your knee and kicked his chest with the heel of your boots.
He took a few steps back and smiled, his fangs showing in all their glory, "Fuck, you're strong", and you punched his face, using the grip of your knife to make your hand even sturdier.
His hand held your wrist and pulled you in, throwing the heel of his hand against your chest, twisting your arm, locking it on your back, pushing you against the door, "You smell so fucking good", he groaned, his breath thickling the back of your neck.
You repositioned the knife in your hand from your loose arm and sinked into his leg, making him let you go, "Shit", you cursed, turning to him.
He took the knife from his leg and laughed, "You're not gonna kill me", it wasn't a question, he was making an affirmation.
"And why do you think that?"
"Are you really gonna kill the owner of the company during a Halloween party? With all of your coworkers outside?"
"I will kill you and take your head with me", that comment made him smile, "you don't know me, mister Chase."
He laughed, "You call me that just to make me horny", he stated, making you shift in position. He was pretty. He was fucking hot, your couldn't lie, but it was your job to destroy him. He took a deep breath, smelling the air, "And I make you horny too, hunter?", he started to come closer, slowly, like a fucking animal getting close to its prey, "I can smell your blood from here", even with the gash on his leg, he was walking normally, his eyes getting darker each step he gave, "Fuck, I could smell your blood in the party… You humans are so easy to figure it out", he chuckled, his body close to yours, pressing you against the door, your breathing becoming a little more quiet, "Why don't we stop with this fight and do something that we both want to do? We could have a truce."
"We can't", you said in a quiet voice.
"Because you don't want to or because you think you can't?", he leaned against your ear, "I won't tell if you don't."
He looked at you, smiling at your silence, his beautiful fangs showing, sharp and so strong. You weren't dumb or blind, you killed vampires, but you knew how to appreciate the beauty in some of them. You killed them all, but Adrian was different. You felt drawn by him. Killing him with all those cameras was also dangerous, but fucking wasn't a problem.
You looked at your knife, thinking, "If you want to threaten me with the knife, I will be fine with that."
"Shut the fuck up."
He chuckled and watched you make a small cut in the heel of your hand, drawing blood. Adrian's green eyes paid attention to you, a malicious grin on his lips, your smell was so fucking good. He paid close attention to the blood on your hand. It was amazing to have this kind of power over vampires, you could tell he was an old vampire, he could control himself around blood, that's the only reason you did that, or he would have tried to kill you.
You took your hand and rose above your face, sticking your tongue out, letting the blood drip on your tongue. Fuck. Adrian gave an evil grin and leaned in to kiss you. He groaned softly tasting the blood in your mouth, you tasted fucking good. He licked your tongue with such hunger, you could feel his sharp teeth grazing against your tongue and bottom lip. His hands were pulling you closer and closer, you could feel his growing bulge against your thigh.
Your hands went to his face, your hurt hand smearing blood on his face, diverting his attention to your hand, passing the cut over his lips, getting his mouth covered in blood. His eyes were hooded, his tongue licked your cut making your pussy throb, it hurted so bad already, but the contact of his tongue on the open bleeding wound was even worse.
"Fuck, you taste good", he whispered, pulling you for a kiss again.
To you, it only tasted like metal, but to Adrian it tasted like pure ambrosia. His hands went to your ass, squeezing the skin over the black pants. He bit your bottom lip softly, not doing much, but he wanted to, he really wanted to bite you, but he was very respectful. If the biting came alongside with sex, he would wait for a request.
Adrian grabbed your ass and pulled you up, not stopping the kiss, your legs around his waist. He stopped in front of a table and before he propped you down he looked at it, frowning.
"Wait", he put you down, giving you a little slap before opening the clasp that held his cap together. He stretched the fabric over the table and sat you down on top of it. It was too dirty, he wouldn't let you sit down on that.
First, he took your Van Helsing hat and placed it on the table. Then, he got on one knee in front of you, your eyebrows going up with the movement, surprised to have that man on his knee in front of you. His next action was ever more out of pocket. He pulled down the zipper of your combat boots and took them out, one after the other.
He chuckled when he saw your socks, "Do you like Kirby?"
Your socks were white with a lot of tiny Kirbies doing a number of things, like eating, fishing, baking. You felt your cheeks flush, "I do", you answered quietly.
His hands went to your shirt pulling it up just so he could see your breast and opened your pants, pulling them down when you raised your hips, "So… Van Helsing likes Kirby and wears panties with pink bows on them?"
You looked down, your panties were white with delicate bows on each side, close to your hips, "Don't they look cute?"
He smiled, pulling your thighs, getting your legs over his shoulders, "They are adorable", and he gave a soft kiss on top of your pussy before pressing his lips in between the folds, still covered by the panties. You whimpered quietly when you felt his tongue press on your clit, "You're so fucking wet already, angel…"
The vampire looked at you, you bit your bottom lip, when he pulled your panties to the side, "Stick your tongue out."
He obeyed, not really knowing the point was. Adrian watched as you licked your own blood in your hand, that was starting to stop running out the gash, and leaned in his direction. A mix of saliva and blood slid from your tongue to his. His hands gripped your thighs harder feeling his cock throb. He swallowed with a hum.
"Now threaten me with a knife, please", he joked.
"I have an axe on my back if you prefer."
He smiled, kissing your thigh, "You really wanted to have my head, huh?"
You sighed, your body going more to the edge of the table, so he would have more space to do whatever he wanted, "It's what is worth the most."
He licked your thigh, "If you are good to me and keep my head in its place, I will pay for anything you need", and he looked at you while grazing his sharp teeth right on top of where he licked, "You will never have to worry about money again", he promised.
"Fuck…", your pussy throbbed, your legs shook, feeling his sharp teeth against the soft skin of your inner thigh, "Bite it", you said it without much thought, you just knew that you wouldn't turn into a vampire if you didn't drink his blood, so who gave a fuck about two little holes in your thighs?
"Are you sure?", he asked, his green eyes shining with desire. It took everything in him not to just sink his teeth in your soft, delicate, delicious human skin.
"Yes… Please… Do it…"
He smiled. You could describe it as a "motherfucker smile", it was so pretty that you wanted to call him a motherfucker. When he sank his teeth in your skin, your back arched against the axe propped perfectly on your spine. You moaned loud with the feeling, it felt so fucking good. You heard that the bite of a vampire could be extremely erotic, but you weren't expecting to be like that.
The hand on the thigh he bit held your skin tighter, not letting you move much. The other one went over your thigh and let his middle and ring finger start circulating your clit, pressing it gently at first, but your desperation gave him unsaid permission to go even harder. His teeth were still inside your skin, blood gushing out from the perforations while he drank your blood.
Your hand went to his hair, while you squirmed around moaning without much care. The hair wasn't sticky, but you could feel a little bit of pomade on the tip of your fingers. Once again, you didn't care much. His eyes were low, he was humming and groaning while sucking your blood and caressing your clit with so much precision. He was a well lived man after all, he knew what he was doing, and the motherfucker was good.
"Fuck", you cursed, your legs trembling.
You were so fucking close, you don't remember wanting to cumming this fast ever. Adrian could feel that you were close by the way your blood pulsated on his tongue. This position made his hand hurt, but he wanted to make you cum so bad.
When you were almost there, you cried when he let go of your thigh, licking the blood coming out from your fresh wounds before he dipped his lips on your pussy. You moaned in desperation feeling his tongue replacing his fingers so gracefully. Your gazes crossed, your lips parted while you moaned without being able to control yourself. You could see the two little holes on your thigh next to his face, blood escaping it.
"Adrian", you moaned his name when his finger went up your body, pinching his your nippled, "I'm gonna cum…"
He closed his eyes peacefully keeping the pace on his tongue, tasting your pleasure mixed with the faint taste of blood he still had on his tongue. You came with a drawn out whine, your body trembling softly and having little spams according to his licks.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck", you kept repeating trying to push him away, but he was too strong, "Please, Adrian…"
Only with that sweet plea, he stopped the licking. He gave you a devilish smile, his lips all covered in your pleasure. He gave one last long lick on your pussy, making you whimper and try to close your legs, and then on the blood running down your thigh, before getting up again, pulling you in for a kiss.
You hugged his neck, pushing him closer with your legs, wrapping them around your waist. When you heard him opening his pants you whimpered desperately making him chuckle, pulling your hair back, separating the kiss. His nose ran down your neck, breathing in your smell.
"You smell like lilly of the valley and pure lust", he whispered, licking your neck.
You bit your lip letting him do whatever he wanted to you, and because of that, you ended up with your stomach against his cape on the table, your face being pushed against the black fabric. He took out your trench coat and ran his hands down your waist, looking at the pretty silver axe on your back, with vines carved on the wooden handle, recently sharpened, black leather straps holding it in place for you. You looked stunning like that, but he had to remove the axe or he could hurt himself. Holding it by the handle, he managed to get it loose from its straps and place it over the table.
"Can I watch you kill someone with this?", he asked, "I have a ton of enemies that you could get rid for me."
"Just let me know when and I will do it."
He bit his bottom lip smiling, resting his hard cock on your ass before he gave a playful slap on it.
He slid his cock between your pussy, making you tramble and moan, "If it starts to hurt, you have to let me know."
You nodded, "Yes… just do it already."
Adrian chuckled, "So eager… I like it…"
And he started to push it in. You didn't take the time to notice how big he was, you were a little lost with the orgasm you just had. He went slow and you finally realized, he was big. You were being stretched out. Everything you tensed up, he caressed your hair, kissing the back of your neck, holding your hip with his other hand, pressing you against the table.
You both moaned when he bottomed out, finally balls deep inside you. Your legs trembled and you squirmed around, rolling your hips.
He moaned and started going back and forth slowly. His body straightened up, the hand on your hair gripped it and pressed your face against the table, the soft fabric of his cape softening the pressure.
He was fast, so fucking fast. You moaned grabbing his cape, you never felt so fucking full in your entire life. He grunted lowly watching your ass shake under his movements.
He leaned in, and shoved his face on your neck, kissing your skin so he could feel the pulsation of your blood against his skin.
"Bite me again", you pleaded, completely drunk by the pleasure.
"It's better not to, angel", he said, making you groan, unhappy. The vampire chuckled, "Believe in me, I want to bite you so bad, but I don't want to hurt you."
"You're a monster", you pouted.
He laughed and pulled your hair so your head was straight and you could look at you, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster."
"Just a small bite", you begged, your body moving with his thrusts.
He took a deep breath, "I already said no", he said sternly.
Fuck, the way he said that made you even more horny. He kissed your neck, making you moan. He was mean. And you loved it.
His hand moved from your hips to your pussy, he grabbed your hair hander, pulling you in for a kiss while he started to play with your clit. You moaned into each other's months, swallowing each other's pleads and begs. Your pussy was crushing his cock, milking him, begging for him to cum inside you.
"Please...", you pleaded against his lips, feeling so close.
His tongue slipped against yours, dominating it while he caressed your clit. You came with a strangled moan, your body getting limp on his arms. He pushed himself deep in you, straightening his body bringing you with him, so he could kiss you.
"You didn't cum…", you whispered while he kissed your cheek.
"No, I didn't", he caressed your hair, moving out of the way, "Do you wanna help me out?"
You nodded. Adrian smiled, pulling his cock out of you. You took a deep breath with the abandonment, and changed your positions, pushing him against the table while you got on your knees. It was the first time you actually looked at his dick and your mouth watered, it was fucking mesmerizing. Adrian waited to see what you wanted to do.
You licked the tip, tasting him first. You looked at him, "Wanna fuck my mouth?"
He grinned, "Of course I do."
You placed him in your mouth as best as you could. Adrian took that amount you manage to get in as the limit, so he wouldn't go overboard and hurt you. As for the rest, he held your hair tight and started the thrusting in your lips. Your hands went to his clothed thighs and caressed while he used your mouth as a fuck toy. He would thrust fast and deep, saliva dripping down your chin, your eyes were watering, looking at him with begging eyes. You looked so pretty with his cock deep in your mouth, waiting for him to cum deep on your throat.
He looked so gorgeous fucking your mouth. The dark makeup on his pretty green eyes, his delicate glasses, the red lips parted while he moaned, his fangs showing proudly, dry blood smeered on his pretty skin.
"You look so pretty like this", Adrian said quietly, "Absolutely perfect", he tilted his head back groaning through his teeth, "I'm gonna fucking cum."
Adrian moaned, you closed your eyes feeling his cum going down your throat. His thrust got less and less rapid and strong by the second, just enjoying the pleasure of being in your inviting mouth. With a soft whimper, he pulled his cock out your mouth. You took a deep breath, liking your lips.
Adrian pulled you up, caressing your face, "Are you okay?"
You nodded, "Yeah, I am."
He smiled and helped you put your pants back on, "I'll take you to the kitchen, get the first aid kit and help you with your cut."
"Okay, thank you."
He got your combat boots and knell in front of you again, helping you put them on, "So you know… I am not the vampire you are looking for."
"What?"
After he finished zipping your boots back up, "You started working at CCC because my employees have been bitten right?", Chase got up and gave you your axe so you could put it in its place on your back. Afterwards, he got your trench coat. You nodded while letting him put your coat back on, "I don't bite my employees…", and he caressed your thigh where he just took a bite, "At least, I never did it before. I'm not dumb."
"Do you think someone is setting you up?"
He nodded, placing your hat back on your head, "I'm sure… So if you want to kill my enemies with your axe while I masturbate", you laughed, "Just let me know."
"Deal", you whispered.
You helped Adrian put his cape back on and went with him to the kitchen. He got the first aid kit and took you to a corner that didn't have any workers. No one minded his bloody lips, he was Dracula after all.
The vampire helped you out with the cut on your hand and gave you the rubbing alcohol asking you to clean his bite.
Before you got back to the party, Adrian shoved his face on your neck and took a deep breath, "Lilly of the valley and lust… fuck…", he whispered, "Next time, I want this neck… so be a good girl and buy a pretty scarf."
You nodded, watching him go away and smile, getting back to the party.
"I can't believe you fucked the boss!", Adebayo said happily, startling you, coming from the bathroom behind you. She just saw Adrian go away, but she saw his smile, she wasn't dumb, "Tell me everything!", you opened your mouth and she got your hand, "Emilia needs to know as well, come on!"
And she pulled you to tell them everything – aside the vampirism and vampire hunter part, you could tell everything.
SYNOPSIS — after a fatal accident on a mission adrian saves you the only way he knows how, ultimately resulting in your eternal bonding
CONTENT WARNINGS— 18+ minors dni | vampire!adrian, mention of blood, blood drinking, oral (fem!recieving), inflicting pain (consensual), biting, fingering
WC — 3.2k
NOTE — this is for @strappingdownadrianchase on tiktok she was my inspiration and i cant get this idea out of my head (the lion does not concern herself with proof reading)
The rain fell like ash — heavy, relentless, soaking through fabric and skin until the night itself felt alive. The air was thick with smoke and gunmetal. Somewhere behind you, Peacemaker shouted, a blur of chaos and ricocheted bullets.
Adrian didn’t hear him. All he could see was you.
You were on the ground, the world slick beneath you. The wound on your side pulsed with light, each heartbeat weaker than the last. The rain made it worse — washing away the warmth you needed to stay alive.
He dropped beside you, gloved hands trembling as they pressed down on the wound. “Stay with me,” he muttered. “Come on, don’t—don’t do that movie thing where you close your eyes and smile all tragic. That’s not your thing.”
You tried to smile anyway, lips pale. “You talk too much.”
“Yeah, well, you bleed too much,” he shot back, voice breaking on the last word.
You could barely feel the pressure anymore — only the cold. The sound of the rain dimmed, replaced by the rush of your own heartbeat. Slow. Slower.
Adrian froze, eyes flicking to the spreading red beneath his palms. Panic — then decision. Something inside him shifted, ancient and terrifying.
He looked down at you with a kind of agony that wasn’t human. His pupils burned darker than the sky. The rain seemed to pause, held in the space between heartbeats.
“Don’t hate me for this,” he whispered.
You wanted to ask what he meant, but your breath hitched — and suddenly he was closer. The scent of him was wild: rain, smoke, and something metallic, like a storm about to break. His forearm slid between his own lips before taking a sharp bite.
Before you knew what was happening, the same bitten arm was pushed against your mouth, resulting in no choice but to taste the metallic and almost...sweet taste of his blood against your own taste buds.
There was pain, sharp and electric — then warmth, flooding outward. The air rippled. Every sound became distant, every colour too bright. The thunder outside echoed inside your chest. The warmth of him, the rush of life from his veins into yours, surged up your arm and spread through your chest. Every nerve lit up, fire and ice dancing across your skin. Pain blurred into heat.
Your vision swam, the rain and lights of the city folding into streaks of colour. And then you felt it — the bond. A pulse beneath your own, steady, powerful, impossibly alive. Not just your heartbeat anymore, but his too. Every shiver, every tremor of life, shared between you.
The lore of the act unfolded in real time, unspoken but undeniable: his blood carried not only strength, but a fragment of his essence — the spark that had kept him alive for decades. The gift healed you, mended the edges of torn flesh and fading consciousness. But it did more than that: it tethered you to him, entwined your souls in a way that could never be undone.
You could feel him in ways you had never imagined. When his heart thrummed with fear, it echoed in your chest. When he shivered with the weight of centuries, you felt it in your bones. And beneath it all — a current of something darker, hunger restrained, patience stretched thin — a whisper of the power that had made him immortal.
He pressed his forehead to yours, rain dripping from his hair. “You’ll live,” he said softly. “I promise.”
You reached for his hand. His skin was colder now, but the pulse beneath it matched yours perfectly.
“What did you do to me?” you whispered.
His voice cracked when he answered. “Saved you,” he said. Then, quieter — almost to himself: “And damned myself a little more.”
And in the rain, with the world reduced to the two of you, that bond hummed between your veins. A pact made in blood and desperation — unbreakable, inescapable, and irrevocably intimate.
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The safe house was silent except for the steady drip of rain against the broken windowpane. Shadows pooled in the corners, stretching and twisting with the flicker of a single candle. You lay on the mattress, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
Your pulse felt… off. Not weak, not shaky — stronger, faster, but strangely attuned, as if something else was guiding it. Somewhere in the dark, you felt a familiar presence, not physical, not here in the room, but inside you.
Adrian.
You tried to shake it off. It’s just my imagination. He’s gone. He saved me. That’s it. But the echo of him was there in your veins, soft as a whisper and as urgent as a heartbeat. Every shiver of his body, every rush of blood, seemed to ripple through you.
Your dreams came unbidden that night. You were running through a storm-soaked street, boots splashing in puddles, the gunfire echoing behind you. And then he was there — not running, just watching. Rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, eyes glowing faintly in a way that made your chest tighten.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice low, carrying both warning and… something else. Something that made your heart stutter.
“I can’t sleep,” you whispered, though your lips didn’t move. Somehow, he heard you.
A pulse — steady, strong, his pulse — pressed against yours through the bond. You could feel his breath in the spaces between your thoughts; the weight of centuries wrapped in the warmth of his vigilance. The bond hummed, alive and insistent.
“You shouldn’t,” he repeated. Not a warning this time, but a confession. “I shouldn’t let you feel this.”
But you did feel it. Every pull, every echo of him, twisting through your veins like wildfire. Fear, longing, need — all of it entangled, impossible to separate. Your fingers itched as though they could reach out and trace him through the thin walls of space and time.
And then he was closer, impossibly close, shadows bending around him. Not a touch, not fully — but his presence pressed against your skin, inside your blood, alive in your chest. He murmured a name you didn’t know you could feel: your own.
You woke with a gasp. Sweat cooled against your skin. The room was empty. Rain streaked the windows. Yet the bond throbbed, strong, insistent, undeniable.
You lay back down, eyelids heavy but your mind racing, and realized with a shiver: he wasn’t just someone you’d met on a mission. He was inside you. Every heartbeat, every breath, every pulse whispered his name. And now, there was no escaping him — no escaping the dark intimacy, the dangerous, magnetic thread that had been spun between your veins.
The night stretched on. You did not sleep. And somewhere, somewhere out there, you knew he could feel it.
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The safe house was quiet again, but the storm outside had passed. Rain left the streets glistening under the weak moonlight, casting everything in silver and shadow. You had barely slept the last few nights — every time your eyes closed, his presence thrummed in your chest, echoing in your pulse, a constant reminder that he wasn’t just a memory.
And now, as if drawn by the same invisible thread, he was there.
The door creaked open, and he stepped inside. His coat was soaked, clinging to him, and the dim light caught the sharp angles of his face. His eyes — dark, glowing faintly, impossible — locked onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the world shrank to the two of you.
You swallowed, heart thudding. “Adrian…”
He took a slow step closer, cautious, almost hesitant. “I wasn’t sure if… if you’d even want to see me,” he murmured, voice low, rough around the edges. “After… everything.”
You didn’t answer with words. You couldn’t. Your chest ached with the pull of him, the bond humming between your veins like a living thing, insistent and urgent. Every instinct screamed to reach for him, to feel the warmth you’d already tasted, to close the distance the world kept between you.
He stopped just a breath away, close enough that you could see the faint shine of rain on his lashes, the soft rise and fall of his chest. His hand lifted slowly, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. The touch sent shivers down your spine — lightning in your veins, echoing the bond that had never let go.
“I’ve felt you,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Every heartbeat, every dream… I’ve felt it. And I… I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Your own hands lifted almost instinctively, reaching for his coat, then hesitating, trembling. “I… I feel it too,” you admitted, voice barely more than a whisper. “Everywhere. You’re… inside me.”
The words hung between you, heavy and alive. And then, impossibly, he closed the final distance. His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss — not rushed, not frantic, but intimate and consuming. The world dissolved around you. Rain, shadows, fear, and longing all melted into the warmth of his presence.
Before the overwhelming sensations of your surrounding could overbear you much longer, you felt his hand softly hold your right cheek, lightly cupping your jaw in his palm. The bond now so strong, allowing you both to crash your lips against one another. However, it wasn't messy in the slightest, like you originally would have expected from Adrian maybe a week or so ago. But instead, your lips synchronised perfectly together. The bond between you two allowing for the perfect precision. For you to understand and allow each other's movements in perfect synchronicity.
You felt him — not just on your lips, but through your veins, pulsing, tethered. The bond hummed, alive and insistent, amplifying the sensation until it was almost too much to bear. Every brush of his hands, every shiver, every heartbeat became a language only the two of you could speak.
When he finally pulled back just slightly, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing unevenly, he murmured “I shouldn’t… but I can’t stop myself.”
“I don’t want you to,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Not anymore.” bringing both your hands to his cheeks bringing his lips back to your own.
And in that silent, silver-lit room, with rain dripping outside and the bond alive and strong between you, the first spark of something dangerous, eternal, and undeniable finally ignited.
You could feel something else with him, something hard beneath you, the type of heat pressing between your legs that made your mouth water. But there was something else too—something sharper.
When you finally broke for air, you saw it. His fangs, peeking just beneath his lip, glinting in the dim cast of the moonlight.
Your breath caught, arousal tangling with the adrenaline that surged through your veins. “Adrian…”
He cursed under his breath, trying to turn his head away. “Shit—sorry. I can’t—”
“Don’t,” you whispered, fingers clutching his jaw and pulling him back to face you. "Don't hide from me."
You could see it now, his eyes had turned completely black, something completely primal taking over him. His breathing was heavy, and he looked as if he was about to pounce. As if you were a lonely deer that he had been stalking for days just to get one taste. And you would let him. Desperation pooled through your blood and in your core. This bond has allowed you to become completely his, and him, yours.
He presses his lips back to your skin, gliding his large hand from your jaw down your side and onto your hip, keeping you in place and stopping you from floating away from the ecstasy of the closeness of your two bodies.
His lips glide from the corner of your mouth down to you jaw and then neck, where your pulse thudded desperately under your skin.
His grip on your hip tightens to a bruising grasp holding himself from a damning action. You feel his lips shake against your skin, desperation flooding in the nerves of his teeth.
“Do it,” is all you say looking down into his eyes.
He lifts his face from between your neck for the reassurace however his actions remained halted with hesitation.
“please”, it's a whisper that leaves your lips, as you clutch his hair you hand guiding him down to that throbbing pulse point, “i-i need you...all of you, I need to feel you in my skin. A light kiss is planted on your neck, as if he was marking where he would sink his delicious fangs into. “Sink your teeth into me, Adrian.”
He does not hesitate now sinking into your delicious plush flesh. The warmth of you, the rush of life from your veins into his, surged down your body and spread through your chest. Every nerve lit up, fire and ice dancing across your skin. Pain blurred into heat.
The noise you release was downright sinful dropping your head back in ecstasy. You push him closer to your neck, wanting his to drink and savour up all of you.
You could feel the flood rushing from your body and venom swarming into your pulse. It was pure heaven.
His lips dance on your neck before taking one final lick at the wound he had created and pulling his face up to meet your gaze.
When he finally lifted his head from the curve of your neck, the world seemed to tilt, caught between rapture and ruin. His lips, once pale, were stained a deep, glistening crimson, the colour vivid against his marble-white skin. A trace of warmth still lingered where his mouth had been, a ghost of breath mingling with the cool air. His eyes—dark, fevered, and strangely tender—searched yours as if torn between hunger and remorse. A thin trail of blood ran from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, and for a heartbeat he looked both monstrous and heartbreakingly human, the echo of desire trembling in the silence between you.
You wasted no more time in pulling off his and your own shirt for the extra rush of closeness from your now delicate human from to his hard and perfectly hard chest.
You run a hand down from his neck to his abdomen where you traced every clean line of his body and abs, reveling in finally seeing and feeling his bare chest beneath your fingertips.
He did the same for you, bare chest and perfectly human Infront of him, so vulnerable that he could snap you and half, but he wouldn't, he could never hurt you. The blood from you neck drips between the valley of your breast painting your skin a beautiful crimson.
Adrian watches as it drips and without a second though plants his face between both your breasts and lick your blood clean of your skin, leaving now trace that it was ever there.
However, he doesn't stop there, he moves further down your body until he reaches the lining of your lace panties that sit at your hips, guarding your modesty.
You do nothing but nod down at him before planting your hand back into his hair, watching as he tracing the lining before pulling down so that they drop to the floor.
You are now completely bare Infront of him, vulnerable and all his. His to look at. To touch. To taste.
He looks up between your legs with a ghost of a smirk outlining his blood stained lips before planting a kiss right to the centre of your core.
You let of a loud gasp and tighten your grip on his hair. You can feel his hands tighten on your thighs, leaving a trace of his own mark on your body.
Before you can take another breathe, you can feel his tongue against you, licking between your flesh and drinking up every drop of your juices that you have to offer.
It's pure bliss feeling him between your legs fucking you with his thick tongue.
Another whimper leaves your mouth as you feel one of his leave your thigh and join his tongue at your core. You feel him insert his middle finger inside your hole, clenching as he twists it slowly. Then he adds the second. Both his tongue and his fingers work in unison making you a whimpering moaning mess, tugging at the thick stands of his hair.
He is making a mess of you now as he kisses and licks as your clit while fucking his fingers in and out of your whole quickly speeding up his pace.
The wet sounds bounce of the wall of the safe house as you are overrun with pleasure.
His fingers the stroke the spongy spot inside of you that makes your legs shake with delight. His face coated with slick and his finger moving in and out at an inhuman pace helping you meet your orgasm.
You're panting now, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, all your sensing is working overtime. You hear nothing but the wet slopping sound of Adrian's mouth fucking your cunt as your vison blurred and all you see is him. That beautiful inhuman face. You can feel the cold metal of his glasses on you, now completely askew and out of place on his face.
A final loud moan is released from your mouth while your thighs quake around his face as a that sharp and sudden blissful wave crashes through your body, leaving you clinging to his brown locks. The high is nothing you have every experienced before, however with Adrian everything is different now. The magnetic pull between the both of you has resulted in his incredible ability to read your body and understand you to the full.
He only pulls your closer, feeding of every bit of juices you have to offer him, massaging your thigh in his hand. The taste of you and blood in his mouth is enough to drive anyone mad with lust, but Adrian isn't just anyone.
He removes his fingers from inside of you, slick with your cum and licks one last stroke up your slit before planting one last final kiss to your clit, making your whole body shudder from overstimulation.
Adrian pulls away from your dripping pussy and now looks up and you from between your thighs, on the floor. You watch as he takes the fingers that were inside of you only moments ago and slides that between his own lips and sucking them clean.
You moan at the sight and trace a hand down from his hair to his face, confirming that him beneath you is real, and he is.
“Every bit of you tastes absolutely divine, my love”
Those single words result in your dropping to your own knees, bringing you eye level, your legs too week to support the rest of your body.
He embraces you and it's so intimate you could cry.
As you look into his dark lustful gaze you can feel his desire in your veins. And he can feel your need for more. And he would never stop giving you what you want.
He traces his finger over the bite mark he had planted on your neck and collects the excess blood that remains on the wound and brings it to your own lips.
You part that and taste yourself on his fingers, salty and metallic.
You could get used to this.
A/n: thank so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed if i have made any mistakes please do not hesitate to let me know. I wrote this purely because im obsessed with this idea and i was inspired...anyway.
GUYS I AM BEGGING CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE THIS A FIC OR A ONESHOT OF VAMPIRE!ADRIAN CHASE PLSSS I NEED THIS SO BAD!! THIS WOULD CHANGE ME!!
If there are any please tag me i am CRAVINGGGGG
pic credits to @strappingdownadrianchase on tiktok 🔥💞
GUYS I AM BEGGING CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE THIS A FIC OR A ONESHOT OF VAMPIRE!ADRIAN CHASE PLSSS I NEED THIS SO BAD!! THIS WOULD CHANGE ME!!
If there are any please tag me i am CRAVINGGGGG
pic credits to @strappingdownadrianchase on tiktok 🔥💞
currently rewatching game of thrones and omg why is everyone so fine oml. if anyone has any requests pls send them my way im really feeling like having a tumblr grind recently.
i may or may not be already writing something up on a certain squire...
guys i actually miss tumblr so much! like its lowkey my roman empire
and i always think about it
i want to come back soooo bad but i fear the sturniolo community is sooo dead now? would it be chill if i still wrote but abt ppl who tickle my fancy now?
5’3, latina, long black hair, mid sized & thick thighs (big boobs too), love music my favs are tyler/madison/kali/lana,2 tats, 8 ear piercings, love writing/photography/makeup, glasses, ambivert
Warnings: shower sex / clitoral stimulation / praise kink / drug dealer Chris x reader / size kink / unprotected sex / vertical prone position (I literally have no idea what else to call this lol) / piercing kink / thoughts of exhibitionism / slight hair pulling
Summary: still feeling the strong effects of the diesel you had just previously smoked, chris now wants a taste, and doesn’t mind pulling you into the shower with him to do so...
Author’s notes: ew why did it take me so long to write this and decide what I actually wanted to do with it lmao. Just a quick disclaimer, if you can’t really remember what happened in the first one I recommend going back to re-read it because this is a continuation of what happens straight after the first one ends. Also lowkey- why does this one get so sappy and soft at the end lol? I should really start writing tooth rots soon too. So anyways… get out ya sour diesel playlists and enjoy ;).
“If you overthinkin’, I get high with you, if you ever sinkin’, I go down with you, all I need, my baby and a cigarette” - CIGARETTES, Amir Obe
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‘shit that is strong stuff…’
You laugh at Chris’ throwaway comment, hyperaware of the way your whole entire body tingles itself into a horny hot-sweat. The thick smell of weed on both of your clothes and the redness of your eyes certainly don’t help in cementing the fact that you are both high out of your fucking minds right now.
Chris feeds his bottom lip into his mouth and tugs on the central silver lip ring he has hooked into his plump flesh.
The sight alone makes your toes curl. It’s as if every single move he makes drags you deeper into a violet haze of ecstasy until you’re so far away from clarity that you can barely see it anymore.
Chris’ soft chest rises and falls as his cock lies there in front of you two, bare, and needing a lot more attention.
Releasing his moist lip from his teeth, it recoils backwards slightly and you watch his lip ring glint hypnotically in the light of the ceiling fan above him.
They look dewy, a peachy pink cream colour… perfect for sucking on.
Your drug dealer’s frosty irises surround themselves with the bloodshot white of his eyes, and the redness almost exemplifies the popping blue colour of them.
His pupils dilate, and he seems to be deep in thought.
You shift uncomfortably on your knees, trying to press your aching heat down onto one of the balls of your feet to suppress its unbearable throb.
Suddenly Chris sighs.
His voice is deep and raspy, almost as if he’s just woken up from a deep slumber. You love it when you two link up to smoke weed together because his voice always drops down to this gorgeous register and it makes your folds slick beneath your underwear every single time.
Unbeknownst to Chris of course.
He’ll just sit there, knowing exactly what he’s doing, yet not knowing anything at all as he balances the blunt in his mouth, blowing out leisurely smoke rings and pumping his system full of relaxant narcotics. Perhaps sprawled out on his back across your bed if at your place or out on his deck in one of his chairs at his…
His voice always ends up the same though, gritty and an octave lower than usual.
‘Wanna take a shower with me, ma?’ He questions casually, as if saying something like this to you is rather a normal occurrence. It elicits a tight tension within your muscles, and you struggle to not grind yourself down onto the ball of your foot.
You swallow thickly at his request, and Chris’ lips twitch up into a little lop-sided smirk. He wants to see you naked. So fucking bad. And he’s not ashamed to admit it. He thinks about it a lot. More than he probably should.
He also just likes to think about you a lot.
Usually when he does his deals with other clients. He’ll always hand over his weed, or his bag of pills and then he’ll think about how much he misses your face.
Then when he’s stretching out his hand and expectantly raising his eyebrows for his money he’ll think about how much he hates letting you pay for your drugs.
He knows he shouldn’t, but he fucking loves spoiling you by giving you free rein of his most expensive strains.
Just a moment of your time is money enough for him.
And then whenever he slinks away from his deals with his black hood up, he leafes through his money and counts it… thinking about how much he can’t wait to see a text from you again.
Sometimes he purposely gives you smaller volumes of weed just so that you run out faster and have to come guiltily crawling back to see him again for more.
With that being said, he takes advantage of this moment, flicking his eyes down to the subtle rock of your hips that rut forward once and then retreat back to their original resting position.
You squirm about at the thought of his shower.
‘Um… yes please’ you clear your throat and mumble politely, your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. And it’s almost unbelievable to think that you had the thickness of his cock stuffed all the way down your throat moments ago because of how you were looking at him now.
Chris snorts at this nervous reaction, a gruff and teasing giggle slipping past his lips whilst he tilts his head patronisingly. ‘What? You all shy now or somethin’?’.
You avert your eyes as he pokes fun at you, a hint of his Boston accent catching in the back of his throat as he smiles at your endearing behaviour.
You shake your head and muscle up the nerves to look up at him through your eyelashes. You sigh. ‘Sorry it’s just uhh… well- I’m just a little shocked at myself that’s all’.
Commenting on your previously greedy actions, it’s as if you can still feel the soft throbbing of Chris’ thickness stroking against the walls of your mouth. The taste of his cum haunts the base of your throat, and the memory of saliva seeping from your mouth to dribble around his pink head permeates your vision.
The look of the strings of spit connecting his tip to your lips as soon as you had pulled away from him almost become too much for you to bear.
Suddenly, you crack a laugh, and Chris is so fucking high that he finds it within himself to join in, even though what you had said wasn’t really that funny.
After recovering, Chris quickly silences and retreats back to looking at you lustily, his eyes glistening with that primal need to have you for himself, but equally to have you wailing and crying out his name with his windows cracked wide open.
Because he wants passing people to know, to know what’s going on in the bathroom of his apartment. And he wants them to be jealous. Jealous of the way that it’s him who’s pounding into you, him whose skin is slapping against yours, and him whose back is getting clawed at by your nails until it’s red raw.
‘I kinda wanna kiss you…’ he randomly muses to you. And you too, fall silent, and find yourself gravitating towards him naturally. He does the same, his eyes once or twice obsessively looking down to your lips. They hold a begging kind of gaze that almost has you rolling about the floor for mercy.
‘Do it then’ you breathe daringly, both of you two then coming in to bridge the gap. Chris presses his lips into yours, and then immediately you feel the artificial metal ring of his piercing against your own bare skin.
He squeezes his lips closed and traps your bottom one in between his two.
In one solid motion he makes you shiver by smoothly sliding his tongue across the skin of your lip, before wetly detaching himself and doing the exact same thing to your top one. He utters a breathy moan, the cold air on his prick making it throb and harden once again whilst you let him kiss you.
It’s not long before it escalates, and the taste of your saliva has Chris hooked. So much so that he lurches forward a little more to grab both sides of your face aggressively with his hands.
He keeps you held there, the large expanse of them moist with sweating arousal as your mouths drop open even further into the now very messy kiss.
Now it’s just your tongues flattening against each other’s and licking from side to side, spit whipping about and coating the corners of your mouths when sometimes each of you miss your mark.
‘Shower? Please?’ Chris breathlessly pants, his desperate tone almost making him seem like he’s transitioned into heat as his hands slide down your neck, then your tits, only to land on the fabric of your shirt. He boyishly twists it into his knuckles, and impatiently tugs you towards him.
‘O-okay… shower’ you acknowledge him, and then pull away.
Your wobbly feet rise to a stand from off of his scuffed green couch and only then do you realise just how wet you are after your thighs close and rub together.
Chris looks up at you with doe eyes, before grunting and standing up too, trying to pull his grey sweats and boxers up simultaneously.
He messily tries to tuck his weeping cock into his pants, but heaves an annoyed mumble when it takes longer than expected, before he is pushing himself back into you once he’s successful.
He leans in with his mouth already agape hungrily. The fever and determination he has only makes your horniness worse, still in an absolutely trance on your diesel high.
Your tongues sloppily lick each other’s, and Chris moans a quick ‘Mhh, so pretty baby’ into your lips with his eyes feathered closed in enjoyment.
He walks you backwards one or two steps, before humming again in thought and stopping. He then decides to not bother with trying to get you to walk to his bathroom, and so pulls away from your lips to kiss his teeth.
He shuffles back slightly and you eye him quizzically before he’s reaching his palms downwards and turning them up to his ceiling.
They twitch slightly when he purrs ‘up you come baby’, clearly wanting you to leap your thighs into the cups of them so that he can carry you.
You smile slightly at this, and smooth your hands over his shoulders for support before hopping into his hold. He groans a little at the force exerted upon his arms but then quickly flexes them and easily hitches your legs around his thick hips.
‘Atta girl’ he praises you softly before sponging a wet kiss onto the collarbone that sits right in front of the reach of his lips.
He then starts to walk you both through the corridor of his apartment to his bathroom.
On your way there he has to step over piles of his stuff that he’s lazily thrown onto his floor, like a heap of empty Pepsi cans and also his beloved pink North Face puffer jacket that he usually does his deals in.
It lays in a crumpled heap next to his mess of playing card. Presumably he must have had people round playing black jack earlier and just hasn’t cleaned them up yet.
After a bit of turning your head to the side and playfully biting the helix of his ear, he gets you to the door of his bathroom and victoriously kicks it open with his foot.
Twisting to the side, he squeezes both of you past the doorframe and looks up at you with lusting eyes before he is using his foot again to force the door shut behind him. It slams and traps you two into Chris damp-smelling bathroom, the scent of his cologne combatting the mould of the old walls and intoxicating your senses.
You forget how fucking good Chris smells underneath all of that weed.
He suddenly releases his grip on you, and you drop to the floor, your feet padding onto his white bathmat.
He pecks you on the lips once, before twisting around to turn his attention to the shower. He reaches into it and twists the dial which makes water come spurting out of the head. Whilst doing this you simultaneously take off your top and unbutton your jeans.
You slide them down your dewy legs as Chris reaches his palm in to test the temperature of the water before looking back at you, his stomach flipping in excitement at the sight of you standing there in your bra and underwear.
‘Is the shower ready?’ You speak up timidly, standing squished and self consciously with your arms folded over your stomach as you look at the man who has always been on your mind outside of deals, and not just because of the drugs.
He hums. ‘Hmm, not yet, wanna make it nice for you…’.
He turns back around and leans out of the shower.
Shaking his wet hand, a couple of droplets fall to the floor before he is taking off his zip up and letting it plonk to the bathmat. ‘Still feelin’ shy ma?’ He comments with a smirk on his face at the fact that you haven’t yet taken off your underwear.
You laugh and shake your head, his silly attitude managing to ease the tension. ‘Mhh, a little bit’.
Sometimes you get extra nervy when you’re high. It isn’t necessarily Chris’ fault that you feel this way, it’s just the kind of influence the drug has on you depending on what kind of strain you smoke.
His white shirt peels off next, before both of his sweats and his boxers come off.
‘That’s ok, I’d prefer to be the one taking off your underwear anyway…’ he rambles, the sentiment of his want travelling straight to your clothed core and making it burn with heat.
He stands there in his naked vulnerability and by now the shower has heated up enough to billow steam into the room and fog up the mirror in front of his sink.
‘Can I?’ He speaks gently and raises his eyebrows whilst gesturing to your white panties, decorated with a little brown teddy bear logo on the front of them. As if Chris couldn’t adore you more, your taste in panties makes him feel warm and fuzzy, the effects of the sour diesel only making his attraction to you worse.
You nod and Chris takes that as his chance to step forward and feed his thumbs into the soft cotton fabric bunched around your hips.
To distract you whilst he pulls them down, he starts to kiss you again, and you find yourself sucking on his lip ring whilst your panties drop to your ankles.
Chris’ arms then snake around your back, both pulling you towards him and enabling him to fumble around with the strap to your bra. After successfully unclipping it, he whimpers in victory before pulling away from you.
‘Ladies first’ he jokingly gestures and grasps onto one of your hands like a gentleman whilst he leads you into the shower.
He steps in after you and shuts the glass door, both of you getting soaked in the scalding water as it trickles from the shower head and onto your hair. Chris is quick to make sure that you’re directly under the stream of water so that you can absorb all of the warmth, and he looks at you through water droplet-stained eyelashes.
You smile and blush up at him whilst he gingerly trails his fingertip up the endless waterfalls of water slipping down your curves.
He then starts to draw aimless patterns on your skin, like an artist ravishing his muse.
He threads one of his hands through the thick sopping wet mop of your hair, strands clumping together as he drags his fingertips through it and looks at it in fascination.
Your lips crash against each others once more after a single look passed between you two.
Now it’s almost as if you literally can’t breathe without a constant taste of each other’s flesh.
A nicotine addiction, but for bodies.
After kissing slowly, for a while, Chris’ cock begins to ache.
He detaches himself, now the two of you fully soaking wet and the steam residing between your bodies making its way down your throats. The atmosphere is hot, choking, lustful.
Manoeuvring around you, your slickness throbs at the sight of his arm reaching up to unhook the shower head from its hold. Fat water droplet gather at the bottom of the strands of his long hair, and they drip down to the floor at every movement he makes.
‘Your turn baby…’ he lilts cheekily into your ear after using his other free arm to wrap around your front and pull you into his chest. Using the hand gripping the shower head, he teasingly turns the pressure up until the force of the water is hammering out.
He kisses your cheek, and you feel the grin on his face as you struggle not to crumple into his hold. Your knees feel like buckling, and the ache between your legs is almost strong enough to make you feel dizzy.
‘Chris I-’ you stutter quietly, but he doesn’t give you a chance to finish before he’s quickly moving the burst of water and concentrating it upon your clit.
Your throat echos a cry as you arch your back, your head falling into the crook of his shoulder as he licks his tongue over the tepid skin of your throat.
‘Yeah, you like that don’t you…’ he mumbles cockily against your flesh, the hold he has against the shower head unrelenting, even when trying to squirm away from it.
He keeps a firm lock over your body, and the waves of sensitivity it brings you almost makes you pass out. You whine and pant, slinging your arms behind your head and clawing at Chris’ neck.
You feed your shaking fingertips into his hair to yank on it, practically begging for mercy.
‘Feels so good’ you whimper, and Chris nudges your head to envelop your mouth into his once again. This way, he swallows your noises of extreme euphoria for himself.
Your wet bodies slide together, steaming rising from in between your legs as Chris starts to control the water’s flow against your core by moving the shower head in a circular motion.
‘Open up a bit wider for me baby’ he instructs you soothingly, and uses one of his kneecaps to knock into the back of yours, commanding you to spread your thighs a little farther.
You feverishly nod with an ‘o-ok’ before your wobbling legs are stepping further out and the vibrating pleasure is increasing the more Chris gains access to your clit.
You feel his hard cock brushing in between your ass, and it throbs wildly, Chris no doubt aching to bend you over… which he does, unexpectedly.
He presses your left cheek against the wall and your hands come flying up to slap against the cold tiles whilst he forces your back into an arch.
‘Fuck baby’ you mumble, drunk off of the feeling of Chris touching you in the best possible way.
‘Give it to me momma… wanna hear how good I fuck you… make it loud’.
Chris is smug when he presses his tip into your weepy hole, one of his hands coming up to also lean against the tiles above your head, which gives him the right kind of support. His other hand still works the shower head down at your core, and you let out a strangled moan after he fits himself inside of you.
He stretches you out from behind, and you whine a little in pain at his thickness. ‘Ahh Chris… l-little slower please’ you hiss as you suck your teeth, the rough skin of his cock throbbing inside of you and spreading your walls apart. Your mouth is dropped open and your focus is on breathing as soon as you say this, a line of drool accidentally falling from out of one side of your mouth.
It splatters heavily to the floor next to your foot.
Chris sees this slimy mess, and smirks at how much he’s fucking you up, his ego stroking itself as he slowly pushes his hips forward as per your request.
‘Fuck, look at you getting all hot and bothered… my cock really that big huh?’ He patronises you whilst watching your back rise and fall laboriously at having to take in deep stuttering breaths.
You moan a ‘yes’, feathering your eyes shut just for a second to regain your composure.
Chris grins devilishly, mumbling back a stern but simple ‘take it.’ In response.
So you do, and wait until he fully bottoms out to whine for him to move again.
Chris obeys, and his wet hips snap against your ass, causing a resounding clap sound to cacophony across the expanse of his bathroom with the water in his shower still running and its stream battering quickly against your heat.
Tears almost draw within your eyes as you fully soak in how well he’s treating you, fucking you up from both the front and behind.
He groans lowly in a humongous effort to try and hold off his orgasm, just so that you can have yours first, because he realises that you deserve it a lot more than he does after letting him thrust his cock up into your mouth.
‘That good baby? I feel nice?’ He questions, but of course he already knows you love it because of the way you’re almost pathetically crying for him to go faster.
‘Make me cum please- please make me cum’ your fucked-out voice drawls, your fingernails clawing at the tiles of his shower for traction as his fat tip nudges against the most sensitive part of your core with every thrust he makes.
With the shower head still firmly held against your clit, he helps you build up your organs and after a couple more thrusts, he finally finishes you off.
He drops the still running hose to the floor in favour of gripping onto you and making sure that you don’t fall, his hips continuously going but slowing their roll as he helps you calm down from your high.
After your cunt gets too sensitive to withstand anymore of his hard prick, you tap out, and Chris pulls out, panting in tiredness and stickily jerking himself the rest of the way to his own eventual orgasm.
He squirts his cum rapidly onto your back, and you shiver at the feeling of its warm consistency, twisting your body to try and get a look at it erotically dripping down your ass cheeks.
Both of you heave, trying to catch your breaths in the heat of the shower, which proves to be an even more difficult task as soon as Chris turns you back around to face him.
‘C’mere… want more kisses’ he babyishly mumbles, requesting for your lips softly on his once again with a pretty pout on his moony face.
He whimpers happily after you give in, laughing a little at his afterglow submissiveness before pressing small peppering kisses around the corners of his mouth.
You kiss each other once more, and this time instead of you biting against his piercing, he bites against your bottom lip, your tongues lazily twisting in the swelter of the shower.
You guess that the hot water probably washed away a good half of the drug, because you didn’t feel as high anymore.
You stay there, kissing for a while until Chris decides that he wants to rinse you off.
He passes the shower head that had once been firmly focused on stimulating your clit around your body to wash any cum and sweat away, before announcing that he also wanted to wash your hair for you.
You almost melt at the sentiment and patiently stand there whilst he massages a dollop of shampoo into the roots of your hair, sudsing it up and smiling whilst he combs his long fingers through your strands.
After gently whispering ‘okay, now lean back for me…’, he passes the stream of water over your hair and bites his lip in concentration, wanting to make sure that the experience is just as soothing for you as it is for him.
You almost forget that Chris is just your drug dealer as he helps you out of the shower and grabs one of his white towels from his radiated hand rail.
Wrapping you up in one, he makes sure that you’re warm and snuggly before tying a spare one around his own waist.
Water droplets still drip from his chest as he grabs a small hand towel to place on top of your head. He then gently rubs your hair and tries to dry it as much as he can.
You both giggle at how silly you look in the mirror with the towel messily strewn across your head, which is exemplified by Chris deciding to make you laugh even further by vigorously shaking his wet hair out like a dog.
After you’re dry, he helps you back into your clothes, before playfully patting your ass as you both exit his bathroom, Chris shutting the door behind you two.
You suddenly swallow nervously and get anxious once again.
You just had sex with your dealer… twice.
What the fuck does that mean for your relationship? Are you going to have to block him and never speak to him again? Are you going to have to pretend like none of this ever happened?
You sure hope not.
As all of these worrying thoughts swirl about your mind like a raging storm, Chris suddenly comes in like a ray of sunshine and scares the clouds away with a silly sounding ‘hey, wanna play video games with me? I got a really cool new one over the weekend’.
As if he hadn’t just railed the shit out of you moments earlier.
You feel like this is Chris’ own special way of telling you not to worry about it, you can both think about the consequences later… so you smile back at him, returning to the living room where his old green couch lies before plopping down onto it.
‘Turning down a chance to beat you in Mario Kart like I always do? Never… gimme a remote and you’re on!’
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Author’s notes p.2: I want to make out with drug dealer!Chris to the song Percolator by SZA so bad. Bye- this is so specific but MUCH needed. Thank you all for waiting on the much anticipated arrival of Sour diesel part 2, I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did and likewise, I should be getting to work on cherry popper real soon! Ask, and request anything as always… until next time babies :)
summery: you’ve been with your boyfriend for almost a year and although your sex life is good, you wanted more.
warnings: smut, overstimulation, fem!recieving, male!recieving, fingering, face sitting, softdom!reader, hair pulling kink…. point is it’s very smutty
not proofread!!
love, sienna <3
you had been in an established relationship with Matt for almost a year and it’s been amazing. i mean he truly is the best boyfriend you’ve had.
he’s the most considerate person you’ve ever met, always prioritizing your happiness over anything else, and you love him for it.
Matt is also a huge romantic, writing you small notes and making it a point to have date nights weekly, kid is just obsessed with you, and if it’s not obvious enough already you feel the same about him.
which leads you to now, cuddling with him on his silky brown sheets as you do almost every night, your leg drawn out over his waist while the two of you watch batman (Matt’s idea not yours).
for whatever reason, you feel a familiar heat form in between your legs, aching to be touched. but your boyfriend looked so content and innocent watching one of his favourite movies, and you didn’t wanna interrupt him to help you out.
so your left alone with your imagination. it’s safe to say you’ve thought about these things before, in the shower mostly, with the shower head in between your legs as you work yourself through your 3rd orgasam.
you’ve thought about Matt in ways you haven’t discussed with him, mostly because you were scared.
this isn’t because the sex is bad… it definitely isn’t. but you’ve begun to want more, you’re just not entirely sure if your boyfriend is open to that.
most of the hookups you’ve engaged in, you’ve taken on a dominant role, it turned you on like crazy having a man beneath you, begging for a release.
Matt didn’t know about this though, you’re relationship has been very.. vanilla.
but you’re in love with him so it is different, more intimate than you’ve had with anyone else and much more loving. he had a way of making you feel so incredibly special and you cherished him for it.
you just can’t help but imagine Matt moaning your name as you make him cum over and over again, tears welling in his eyes as tells you it’s too much. how his body betrays his words and thrusts into your soft hands, begging for another.
most of all you imagine using him. using his face, his hands, his thighs. anything you can. not letting him touch himself as he works you through multiple orgasams. you imagine making him watch you please yourself, making him watch as you cum on your fingers, moaning his name, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
subconsciously you begin to rock your hips on his side slowly, a mental imagine in your brain of all these fantasies clouding any other thought. you fight back a moan, your pussy literally throbbing at the pure thought of having him like that, at your complete disposal.
you picture the way his legs shake as you finally touch him. the way his cum coats his length and the way his legs shake all because of you.
god it turned you on.
you rock your hips slightly more, not even paying attention to the movie at this point, too focused on chasing your high. the feeling of your clothed clit hitting his hipbone has you soaked.
“mmm” you let out a small moan before stopping entirely. what the fuck were you doing?
of course your actions hadn’t gone unnoticed, you can feel Matt’s bulge on your knee as he watches the movie.
“Matt baby” you look up to him, practically begging with your eyes. he responds by leaning in to kiss you softly, gently.
you pull away, unsure of how to get your point across. “the sex has been great, i promise you are great.” you premise as the boy beside you furrows his eye brows. “i’ve just been feeling like i need more” you state, searching for a reaction on his face, pleased to see a small smirk form.
“what do you want?” the butterflies that fill your stomach are insane, his tired voice does something to you.
you sigh as your hips continue to rock against him, your body moving without the help of your mind. “i want control” the eye contact is already driving you crazy. “i want full control of you” part of you is nervous. it’s very possible that he’ll think this is weird and that would be more upsetting than you’d like to admit.
instead he licks his lips. “okay” he puts his hands behind his head.
oh shit.
you could cum from the sight alone. this is already better than your imagination. “i need you” you start, kissing along his jaw as you climb on top of him. “to sit there and look pretty while i make myself feel good, yeah?” although it’s a demand, you don’t want him to be uncomfortable.
but by the way his breathing increases and his bulge grows, you know your okay.
you bite at his ear, eliciting a small whimper from the boy beneath you. “anything you want”
a smile immediately forms on your face as you lean back to pull your shirt off. he immediately goes to caress your chest, as he always does, but your own hands stop him. “i’ll tell you when you can touch me. just need you to be a good boy for me okay?” god you missed talking like this. you missed the way you were able to have men dumbfounded by your words, but he just nods, bringing his hands back behind his head.
he watches you very intently as you unclasp your bra, slowly taking the fabric off of your breasts. you spread his legs slightly, making yourself at home on his thigh, giving him your full weight.
you guide your hands on your stomach first, teasingly making your way to your nipples as you rock against the muscles below you.
Matt is already spent. out of breath although he’s done absolutely nothing.
you bring your hand to his lips, signalling him to open mouth. the sight of your fingers in his spit cause you to grind onto him more, a small whimper leaving your lips. “look at that pretty mouth of yours” you coo, a smirk making its way to your lips. “gonna put it to good use”
the look in his eyes sends a throb straight to your core, he looks so incredibly good begging for you. “please”
you take your now wet fingers and begin to toy with your nipples, your head rolling back in pleasure.
as much as you could do this forever, you need more, and you’d also like to see more. you lift off Matt’s shirt, exposing his chest instantly. you had to fight every urge to lick a stripe down his stomach, you were saving that one for later.
part of you wishes you brought your vibrator to use in front of him, make him hold it on your clit while you scream out for him, but you forgot.
you get off of his thigh and for a moment Matt looks like a lost puppy. “shift onto the bed fully” you demand, taking off your shorts and climbing onto the boy who’s now laying down flat. “you gonna make me feel good?” you whisper in his ear while you begin to rub small circles on your clothed clit, nothing but a thong separating you from where you want his tongue.
he just nods, a small bead of sweat dripping down his face. so worked up just for you. “i want words” you rock on his bulge slightly, giving him a glimpse into the pleasure he’ll be receiving from you later.
he gulps, clearly struggling to keep his hands to himself. “gonna make you feel so good. just wanna taste you”
you chuckle slightly at his willingness, your sight being straight out of a wet dream. “that’s what i wanna hear”
you get straight to work, placing yourself right above his face as he waits to make any movements. before you want his tongue though, you want his nose.
god doja cat was right.
you rock your hips on this nose, the tip of it grazing your clit with every roll.
“fuck Matt. doing so good for me” you lift yourself off of his face and he looks into your eyes asking for permission. as much as you could continue to tease him, it’s hard to say no to that face. you guide his hands to your hips, allowing his fingers to explore your ass while you remain staring into his eyes, now pushing your underwear to the side.
you sink into him and almost immediately he gets to work. lapping up the wetness that has accumulated and using it to lick small circles on your clit.
matt the much was a very fitting nickname.
you pull on his hair subconsciously, not that it’s something you’ve tried with him before, but based on the way he moans into you you know he’s into it.
his pace increases, flicking his tongue on your clit while you moan out his name. he uses his hands to hold you there, forcing you to stay out and you feel the pressure build up in your stomach by the way he sucks on your clit. “fuck Matt”
you pull on his hair more, wanting to feel the vibrations of his moaning on your clit, and god does it work.
looking back momentarily to see his bulge you spot his hand, slowly palming himself. as much as you want to get mad at him, your close, shutting your eyes closed as you ride out your high, legs squeezing around the boys face.
your a moaning mess and his tongue doesn’t slow down once, your eyes squeezed shut, overstimulated but ultimately, preparing for your second orgasam of the night.
you knew you weren’t gonna last long, after the first orgasam you never did, and with Matt’s tongue? you were hopless.
he begins tongue fucking you, and you bounce up and down as he curls his tongue inside of you, the tip of it curling exactly where you need it. “i- i’m gonna” your legs literally shake on his face as he works through your second orgasam of the night.
you can tell he could keep going but you needed a break so you pull off, the sigh better than anything you could have ever imagined, pure lust in his eyes as your cum drips down by the corner of his mouth, hair messy from being pulled.
you climb back down so you’re face to face. “you are so fucking hot like this” he shutters at the sentence and you can tell he’s in need of a release. “do you think you’ve been good enough to come?”
he nods frantically, literally high off of your pleasure. “please i need to be inside of you, wanna feel you clench around me” you kiss down his neck some more, causing him to stutter over his words.
you chuckle at his eagerness, licking down his jawline. “i don’t think you’ve deserved that yet” you glide your hand up his stomach, lightly, teasingly. “i saw you touching yourself, and as hot as it was” you pull on his hair slightly, giving you more access to his neck, more room to make a mess of marks. “it was against the rules wasn’t it?”
the way he’s breathing it sounds like he’s gonna cry, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. exactly how you want him.
you reach your fingers back down on your clit, moaning instantly at the sensation. he made you so incredibly sensitive but you weren’t done. “mmm Matt, i need your fingers” you throw your head back, lost in the pleasure your hands are giving yourself as you rub small, gentle circles on your clit. right above his length that has already left a small wet spot in his pants. “can you make me cum one more time Matt? wanna feel those long finger of yours”
it’s hard to tell how he feels about it, upset wouldn’t be the right word, but he’s desperate for his own pleasure and you can tell. “just one more baby, wanna be shaking when your done with me”
“can i touch you?” there it is.
you nod and he flips you over immediately, hovering over you on the bed with his horse necklace dangling from his throat. a change in dynamic, but you weren’t opposed to it.
he takes more time now that he’s been given permission, licking small circles on your one nipple while his hand pitches the other, causing you to arch into him.
‘why have i never asked for this before’ you think. but your thoughts are clouded by the way his clothed dick rubs against you ever so slightly. based on his smile, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“take off your pants” you demand, looking him dead in the eye. it’s clear how excited he is, but your still not allowing him what he wants most, not yet.
he moves quick, standing off the bed to drop down into just his boxers, at your full disposal. he hovers over you again, and for just a moment you let him have some control, you can’t help it, he’s Matt Sturniolo.
you feel the way his hands cherish every part of your body, taking special time with your nipples, but eventually you grow bored of this. “Matt please”
“oh right” he shakes his head as if you had just put him in a trance momentarily.
but he gets right back to it, his hand placing pressure on your clit while he continues to kiss you, and you can’t help but twitch at the touch. he didn’t realize how much you loved overstimulation, or how much he loved having you this way, but this was definitely going to happen more often.
you grip onto the silk sheets as he continues to rub teasing circles, normally you’d be upset at this, wanting more, but your sensitivity has made the smallest touch feel like everything.
involuntarily, you buck your hips up, your body needing more, needing his fingers inside of you. “so needy baby, why can’t i take my time?” he teases, toying with your entrance as you try to form a sentence.
“Matt i-“ the tip his finger grazes your sensitive clit, causing you to shutter. “if you don’t put those fingers to better use your not cumming tonight” it’s hard to be dominating when your practically shivering under his touch.
he leans down to your collar bone, placing light kisses along your chest, now (finally) inserting his fingers into you. your mouth opens immediately, eyes squeezed shit as he teases your insides, lightly grazing over your g-spot before moving over it, exploring you.
“Matt if you don’t-“ before you can finish your sentence his pace increases drastically, his long fingers hitting you exactly where you were craving the touch.
literal tears form in your eyes, he’s never gone this fast before and by the way your continuously gripping the sheets and rocking your body into it, it’s clear you like it. “grip on my hair baby not the sheets”
once again you don’t want to take orders from him, but the proposition is too much to pass up. you switch your grasp to the brunette curls as he continues curling his fingers into you at a rapid pace.
you definitely won’t last long.
“clenching around me so good, so tight for me” he whispers into your ear and that’s enough to send you over the edge, legs squeezing shut and your head being thrown back into the pillow beneath you. “just like that, there you go. cumming all over my fingers”
dirty talk isn’t something Matt did often, but you’re more than happy that he’s using it now. you knew he had a freaky side to him, you just weren’t sure how to uncover it.
having you sweating and wet shaking on his bed like this was more than enough for him to speak to you that way, the both of you enjoying it thoroughly.
you ride out your high and his pace decreases as he places a sloppy kiss to your mouth. “are you tired baby?” he nods slightly, clearly a little embarrassed. “i’ll do all the work now don’t worry” you smile at him, somehow equally excited to give him what he’s been waiting for.
he flips onto his back, and he looks done. but you certainly not, and by the looks of his bulge practically ripping through his boxers, his body isn’t either.
you climb back on top, legs still weak from the overstimulation you were just put through, but you were determined to give him an equally good time.
normally, you’d take more time with him, but it’s clear that your pleasure alone was enough to tease the fuck out of him. so you pull down his boxers in a quick motion, mouth watering at the sight of his length hitting his stomach, red and wet.
fuck.
“spit” you instruct him, your hand cupping underneath his mouth as he obliges. you waste no time reaching down as you hover over him, immediately stroking him.
he just twitches under you, so incredibly touch deprived. “love having you like this” he just moans, unable to speak at this point. “feel good baby?” your thumb grazes over his slit and his eyes just just shut at the sensation. “can you speak for me?” you take your hand off for a moment, looking at his face while you wait to the those pretty blue eyes you fell in love with.
“sorry” you continue the moment you make eye contact with him, he’s gone. “you make me feel-“ he whimpers as you continue to move your hand, at a much faster pace. “so fucking good”
you smirk at this, this is the control you’ve been craving “yeah you like my hand?” he just nods as you continue. “what about my mouth” you shift down slightly, placing kisses to his chest. “you want my mouth on you?”
“mmm fuck please” you do as he says, first licking a long, slow strike down his torso, and you love the way you feel his abs flex on your tongue.
he places his hands in your hair, holding it back as you lower slightly more, face now aligned where he wants you. you lick one last stripe up his cock while looking him in the eyes and for a moment you see tears forming in his eyes.
this is your sign to get to work. and you do.
you know he’s already close by the way the pre cum coats him but you place your lips on his tip, slowly sinking down as your hands rub what your mouth can’t reach. he bucks his hips into your face and you pull back momentarily. “didn’t tell you you could fuck my face did i?” he shakes his head and although you’d normally tease more, you begin to feel bad.
your pace on him quickens, head bobbing up and down at an impossible pace and in no time you feel a familiar warm liquid reach the back of your throat, followed by some pretty desperate moans up above.
you slow your pace, your hands milking him as he continues to twitch under your touch. but eventually you come back up to meet his face. “you did so good baby. so good for me” he kisses you in response, fucked out of words.
so you lay that this, your case nestled in his neck while had hands rubs small circles on your back, both of you completely exhausted. “i’m sorry i kinda sprung that on you, i was thinking about it for a while but i wasn’t sure how to go about it or anything”
he just chuckles and kisses your forehead “that was the hottest thing i have ever done, i should be thanking you” you smile at this. you knew Matt wouldn’t be the type to judge, but your glad he enjoyed it as much as did and you can’t wait for more.
a/n: yall i pulled my first smut one shot outta my ass idk.. hope you enjoyed LMAO
Warnings: major breeding kink / lowkey dad Matt / creampie / fingering / female stimulation / established relationship / spit kink / hair pulling / classic missionary position / major praise kink / cum kink / unprotected sex (pls don’t do this) / slight male stimulation / mommy kink (sort of?)
Summary: after a visit to see your neighbour Darrel’s new born baby girl, Matt is so in awe of her that he decides to exercise an age old kink he has on you later that night.
Author’s notes: FINALLY. This one’s been highly anticipated for a while now so I hope you all enjoy reading about my favourite kink to pair with Matt in the whole entire world. Obviously it’s not for everyone, so if u don’t like this kind of thing just don’t read it and politely move along... but, BABIES. Plus yes, the reader is on the pill for heavens sake!! Wrap it before you tap it people. (Also happy early birthday to my sweet @asturniolos this one is for you baby girl ;)).
“But lately you’ve been feeling so good, I forget my future, never pull out” - Prom, SZA
‘Oh- my god’ Matt squeaks with his mouth parted slightly and a twinkle in his eye as soon as your neighbour’s baby girl is dropped into his awaiting arms. The pastel pink blanket swaddled around her squirming body falls gently over Matt’s cradling hand, he automatically starts to bounce her.
‘Hi little girl’ he tucks his chin into his neck and mumbles gently down to the sleeping girl that smacks her lips with her eyelashes feathered. She wriggles about in her sleep, her little mittened fingers tiredly stretching up and then falling to tuck back into the warmth of her blanket.
This almost makes Matt swoon. He struggles to hide his peep of delight at the baby’s action, his smile splitting his cheeks whilst his eyes quickly flick down to yours.
You smile happily up at him, knowing how long he had been waiting to see your neighbour Darrel’s newborn. As soon as you told him Darrel’s wife had birthed a healthy baby girl he had constantly been pestering and poking you to take him to go and see her.
He had been talking about it all morning and as soon as you two had entered the threshold of Darrel’s house he had been practically bouncing off of the ceilings to have a go at holding her.
‘So I take it Lily didn’t disappoint your expectations then?’ Darrel chuckles whilst Matt slowly rocks the blanketed baby from side to side, looking at her with an adoration that only comes from a man that wants one of his own. He then repositions her within the nest of his arms so that he can lift one of his hands up to poke his pointer finger out.
‘Ahw she’s so small’ he coos in disbelief.
Softly feathering his fingertip against Lily’s little appled cheek, he traces it around her soft skin, tickling her face until her nose scrunches and she opens her mouth to babble sleepily.
‘Isn’t she just’ Darrell sighs.
Matt felt as though he could just melt into a puddle of pink joyful goo, he never wants to let go of the small child, he’s in too much admiration over how little she is.
The tiny pink shells of her lips, her soft head of blonde hair, and her whispy little eyelashes. All of these features make him subtly glance back down to you, his sweetly mature girlfriend. He bites his lips at the ‘what if?’ possibilities he fantasises in his head.
It’s almost concerning how easy it is for Matt to imagine Lily as his own baby girl gently balanced within his protective arms like a smooth little pebble worth treasuring. He utterly adores her as he stands in his white sweater and grey beanie, the weight in his arms as light as a feather.
When a person wants something, it’s easy to tell, because when you look at what you want there always seems to be this sharp tug in your gut that lets you know how desperately you want it.
Well… Matt’s heart squeezes, and his gut contorts at yet again another action of the sweet baby girl within his arms mumbling and then tilting her head to the side so that she can snuggle further back into the blanket surrounding her.
Matt really fucking wanted a baby.
‘She really is’ you decide to chime into the conversation, agreeing with an awestruck Matt that looks as though he’s on the verge of tears because of how cute Lily is. You know that Matt absolutely adores children, so the sight alone of his sunny beam down at Lily’s chubby face makes your posterior soften. You blush at the look of him effortlessly cradling the baby within his arms before subtly squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip.
Fuck. This shouldn’t make you throb in between your legs as much as it does.
‘Oh that reminds me, Matt and I thought it would be nice to buy Lily a little welcome home present…’ you begin again, trying to distract yourself by catching Darrel’s attention. You lean over from your position on the couch to riffle around in your bag, until you find what you’re looking for. ‘Ah, here it is!’ you mumble triumphantly and wrap your fingers around the soft furry body of the little teddy bear Matt had insisted on buying for Lily.
‘Can we please get her a teddy’ he had begged you the day before, with sparkling eyes and a pout that you just couldn’t refuse.
So you had both gone down the stuffed animal isle of a store and Matt had let you pick out a small brown bear with beady black eyes and a button nose before taking it with him and happily going off to pay for it whilst instructing you to go and wait for him in the car.
Later that day you had wanted to personalise it and so decided to go to the dollar store and pick up a roll of pink ribbon, cutting off a strip and tying it around one of the teddy’s arms into a sweet little bow.
Your smile only increases the more you pull it out of the bag because of just how adorable it is. You had been itching to give it to Darrel for a while now.
As soon as he realises what it is, his eyes soften. ‘Oh goodness, you two didn’t have to do that, it’s lovely…’ he gushes, reaching out to take the teddy bear from your offering palms, to which Matt can’t help but crack a smile at your pretty face.
He cuts into Darrel’s rambling to put him at ease. ‘It’s alright- we wanted to do this for you guys, Lily deserves all of the teddies in the world! Don’t you honey?’ He affirms, before cheesing as he looks down at Lily to speak to her in a high-pitched babied voice, the kind of voice you would use when speaking to a puppy.
‘Really. It’s very nice of you, I’m sure Lily will love it… might have to wait till she gets a bit bigger to actually understand what it is though…’ Darrel cracks a joke, and both you and Matt laugh fondly. However, the vibrations in Matt’s chest manage to wake Lily up, and she opens her big doe eyes sleepily to look up at Matt in confusion.
This catches Matt’s attention and he gazes down at her, admiring the glassiness of her irises before gently shushing her and rocking her back to sleep.
‘Well what d’ya know Matt… you’re a natural, mind babysitting with your girlfriend every once in a while? Could use the help’
Both you and Matt make excited eye contact, not much persuasion needed to take special care of the tiny little angel lying in Matt’s arms.
‘We wouldn’t mind at all Darrel…’
*
You and Matt have been quietly laying in bed for a while now, one of his bedside lamps twinkling on a low setting as he sleepily rests his head on top of yours. He spoons you, his warm chest cozy and his bigger arms cocooning you into him further as his massive palms splay about either side of your ribcage. He gently strokes the pads of his thumbs over your dewy skin and occasionally will press a lazy but affirming kiss to your temple before groaning and settling back down again.
You have your eyes closed, fully relaxed as Matt threads his haired legs in between your smoothened ones, his bearded face scratching your cheek every single time he squirms around ever so slightly to reposition himself.
The room is silent aside from the subtle squeaks of his springy mattress underneath his weight and each of your gentle breaths mingling with one another.
Suddenly Matt’s chest expands, and he heaves a deepened sigh, his cheeks reddening shyly at the thought he conjures up in his mind. He’s suddenly really quite horny, and the quietness within the room prompts him to start thinking about the hold he currently has over your body, and what he could be doing to it instead.
The atmosphere in the room turns hot, and Matt almost starts to overheat because his cheeks burn so much. He swallows thickly and allows his mind to wander, electrical pulses making their way down his lower half and tightening up his pants.
You of course, are oblivious to this sudden change in mood.
That is, until Matt starts to feather one of his stroking hands down your torso ever so slightly. It tickles, and his hand raises goosebumps wherever it touches, especially when his pinkie subtly nestles its way into the top of your panties, dipping downward before pulling back out and snapping the elastic waistband onto your skin suggestively. You catch on to this and furrow your brows with playful suspiciousness.
‘Matt… what are you doing?’ You muse cheekily, already clearly know what his intentions are because now you can feel his prick, its thickness hard and needy for you as it presses into your backside.
Matt doesn’t answer, instead lets out a shaky breath and simply leans his scratchy face back into your cheek to press a spongy kiss onto the now pink skin.
As he does this, the hand down at your core sensually slides over your underwear.
Matt bites his lip as he feels warm dampness already emanating from your centre when sliding two of his fingers down into the cushion of your thighs.
He touches you, slowly, teasingly, rubbing the pads of his fingers in a circular motion as he presses them into your clothed clit. This makes your folds ache, and you hiss, arching your back away from him. But Matt grunts at this and still manages to keep his torturous hand all over you, his other arm tightening around your torso and hauling you back to him aggressively.
‘Shhh, you stay put now angel’ he hushes, mumbling into your skin as you whine meekly, one of your hands coming up to squeeze the arm that is slithered around your chest whilst the other one grapples to grip onto something below Matt’s silky brown sheets. That thing you yearn to grab onto just so happens to end up being Matt’s thigh, that is clothed in his red pyjama bottoms.
You squeeze his strong muscle and feed your bottom lip into your mouth to bite it.
You then feel his smirk on your cheek as his hand begins the horrifying descent back upwards. This time, it slips underneath your underwear. ‘If you can’t hand my fingers I dread to think of how much of a mess I’m gonna make of you with my cock…’
Your breath hitches as two of his fingers slide right down your sticky slit, gathering up as much wetness as he can before stretching out your hole. This time instead of hissing, you let out a breathy moan.
‘What? Not got anything to say back to me baby?’ He taunts you when you refuse to even think about trying to formulate a proper sentence after the soft curl of his fingers around your velveteen walls. He strokes them at a languid pace.
Matt sighs when all you do is breathe heavily, ‘you’re so soft around my fingers honey… gonna feel so fucking nice around my cock too, aren’t you?’.
Your toes curl at Matt’s sweetened praise, his worship of your physicality smelling like strong vanilla scented candles and melting over your body like a dollop of sugary ice cream.
Matt loves to praise you, you’re always so good for him, and he would spend hours with his head in between your thighs just to show you how much he loved you if he could.
Kiss after kiss, his tongue layering up your dripping centre as he forces his fingers into your mouth to swallow how loud you’re being with his eyes constantly trained on just how euphoric he’s making you feel.
‘Fuck- y-yes Matt, m’always ready for you…’
You finally muster the words to express how you’re feeling, and they tumble from your mouth like a broken melody, the result of them making Matt grin even harder. He’s feeling especially bold tonight, the memory of bouncing Lily on his hip still fresh in his mind and prompting him to relay his fantasy freely onto your awaiting figure.
Suddenly, he’s sliding his fingers out of their teasing hold over your sopping wet cunt, before moving away from you and rolling you onto your back.
Matt hungrily licks away at his fingers whilst doing this, wanting to taste you whilst you’re at your freshest and untainted by him.
The sight before him makes his prick drip with precome, sticky white fluid uncontrollably seeping from out of his tip as soon as he catches how pink and alive you look. It wets his underwear and almost makes him shiver, the thought of devouring you right then and there.
Sliding your shirt up for himself, he peers down at your tits to see that your nipples have already hardened just for him, the cooler air helping with their stiffness. Matt’s mouth waters at the sight of them.
‘Hmm, holding that baby today really got me thinking about how pretty you’d look with one of mine…’ he breathlessly mumbles, dipping his head down to suck on your bottom lip. His hands soon after slip up to cup just beneath your tits that pebble and ache to be coated in his spit.
You utter a quick whine of approval back at him, your own hands trailing up his goose-bumped flesh to touch the soft scruffiness of the hair on the back of his head.
He smirks at your responsive nature. ‘Yeah? Want me to give you my babies? Fucking fill you up and keep my cock in there n’breed you?’.
Matt’s cock throbs at even the thought of this, the thought of rutting his hips into you so fast that you start to drool with your tits shaking and your back arching for his cum. The cum that he’s going to have you absolutely swollen with by the end of the night. He doesn’t want a single drip leaking out of your hole, he’ll cockwarm you if he has to, simply to hold it in there with his own slickness.
‘Please Matt… you can- you can do whatever you want to me’ you shamelessly plead, the heat between your thighs juicing up and wetting your panties, already readying you for him. He smirks at this, his pretty blue eyes twinkling as he gives your mouth one more sloppy kiss before moving downward.
‘Fucking gorgeous’ his mouth muffles upon contact of your tits as soon as he decides to take one of them into his mouth and wetly kiss on it ‘gorgeous tits… all for me yeah? All mine?’ He questions possessively, one of his hands curling around your spare breast and squeezing it wholeheartedly.
‘All yours Matt- all fucking yours’ you reply in a breathless stupor, liking the way he sucks your tit and gently rolls around your nipple with his hot tongue.
‘These tits gonna be for my baby hm?’ He questions patronisingly after pulling away from your now sticky skin, a couple of purpling marks bruising to the surface of your delicate flesh where his mouth just hadn’t been able to help itself.
Your back arches and you hum a whine in agreement, vigorously nodding your head before letting Matt roll you two around so that now your thighs are gently straddling him and he is leaning against the headboard of his bed, the silk sheets underneath you two making him slump downwards a little.
‘Wanna make you a mommy so bad… would you do that for me? Take all of my cum and keep it? I want you to be selfish with it baby…want you to be greedy for more of it’.
It’s no secret that Matt has a smooth tongue. You two spend hours rolling around in the sheets, playing with each other as he makes sure to utilise it in whatever way he possibly can. But, for some reason his words have been hitting extremely different tonight. As though he has flipped a switch and pulled out all of the stops to lay it on extra thick.
Clearly, that time with you and Lily earlier had affected him in the most filthiest of ways.
Matt has shared words of breeding you before, but never to this extent, and you hate to admit it, but fuck does it soak you more than usual. Maybe just both of you being around the baby this morning makes it all seem extra real as he starts to roll your hips into a grinding motion over his bulge, but whatever it is, it’s working.
Both of you hold blushing eye contact as Matt does this, his mouth hung open and his eyes dilated. Fuck. You can physically feel the throbbing heartbeat sitting from in between his legs as he harshly grinds you over himself and releases raggedy whimpers into the air. You can tell he’s pent up, he needs you terribly, he wants you selfishly. He would fucking die for a feel of your walls sucking against his naked skin, it’s all he’s ever yearning for.
‘I want your cum Matt… please- please give it to me’ you freely beg, your head tilted down to look at him as the heated atmosphere boils in between the two of you. Your tits quickly become a focal point of interest for him before you get up off of his lap to speedily take off your slick underwear.
You toss them somewhere into Matt’s room and hear the fabric hit the floor gently. Matt gazes at your frantic figure with some form of satisfaction, his smugness evident due to the way you had absolutely begged for his cum.
He tilts his head and observes the way you clamber back onto his thighs, your hair all tussled and your skin lighting up with honeyed brilliance in the warm lamp light, casting beautiful contours all over your tits.
‘There’s a good girl’ he quips, before giving in to your expectant hands that wander alongside the waistband of his pyjamas. He simply cannot resist your puppyish eyes that stare at him to take them off. He lifts his hips up and feeds one of his hands into both his pants and underwear that teasingly travel downwards at a slow pace.
After Matt’s cock springs free, it careens back to hit his stomach and leave a wet dribble of precum near his dark snail trail. His tip is red and the veins popping over his thickness almost hurt to look at.
You swallow and start to shyly edge your way forwards, but not before leaning over to look inside of his bedside drawer. Your attention is focused on trying to rifle around Matt’s things, but he only has eyes for you, and can’t help but quickly lift his hand up to his lip line so that he can spit a thick dollop of saliva onto it.
He spreads it all over his cock and whimpers a little at how sensitive he feels whilst your hand skirts over the outline of his car keys, his rings, his wallet… until you find exactly what you’re looking for. Selecting a foil wrapper out of the drawer you messily close it once again with your chest heaving and a dewy layer of perspiration coating it.
Your weepy centre stings now, because it hasn’t been touched for a while, and you can’t squeeze your thighs together for traction because you’re currently straddling Matt’s.
You hand him the condom wrapper and he closes it within his thumb and pointer finger, before looking down at it in contemplation. After taking about 3 seconds of silence, he looks back up at you with a smirk, your hands already propped up on his shoulders for support.
You watch in horny silence as Matt effortlessly chucks the condom away. ‘We’re not gonna need one of those’ he quips as the wrapper patters gently to the mattress, now completely forgotten about in favour of Matt wanting to feel everything.
You didn’t think it was even possible to get wetter in attraction, but you were wrong.
Butterflies press against your gut as one of Matt’s hands slither up to the back of your neck. His fingertips thread into your locks and he gets a firm hold over the roots of your hair before dragging you down to have your lips on his once again.
He forces his tongue into your mouth, his desperation present with every stuttering moan he takes as he somehow manages to push you onto your back, his torso toppling over yours to change the power dynamic between the two of you once more. His fluffed hair is ruffled and bushy, his beard dark and prickly as it scrapes against the skin of your face with every twist of his tongue.
‘Always so pretty when you’re wet for me sweetheart, want my baby to have your eyes’ he mumbles through every clash of your teeth, kissing you so vigorously that sometimes he has to bite and pull on your bottom lip. He drinks you like he’s desperate for water, and you’re the only cold spring around- not that you complain though.
These thoughts only make your back arch up into his stomach, your core beyond desperate to be stretched out by him now.
‘Matt… please touch me baby- m’so sore’ you cry up into his lips, meekly pleading for him to comply and give you what you need.
And he does. Pulling away he smirks at you before trailing his nose down your jaw and focussing his kisses onto your neck. He sucks on the supple flesh there, and as he does so, makes sure to grasp ahold of his prick so that he can paint it all the way over your pink clit.
The moment his head crowns through your folds is a moment of extreme pleasure, and Matt stops all of what he’s doing to possessively look down at your face whilst he slides himself inside of you.
You suck him in, and his hot skin cushions perfectly around you. He fucking loves stretching you out like this and listening to the way you let out mangled sounds of discomfort, it lets him know he’s big and it strokes his ego when you whine in pain because of how full you feel.
‘Shit… I’m never gonna get used to that…’ your voice shakes with your nose scrunching up sensitively, but Matt hushes you gently. ‘Shhh baby… I know, I know it hurts, but you’re being such a good girl, love when you let me know how nice and thick I am’.
You nod, trying to only pay attention to the way Matt soothingly strokes the backs of your thighs with his fingertips as he pushes himself deeper into your throbbing heat.
Matt makes sure to hitch them around his hips and hook your legs over his back so that the balls of your feet can brush against his ass, because it stretches your inner thighs out further.
Matt fucking lusts the colour your cheeks turn whenever he fucks you, especially on a day like today. He groans as an overwhelming amount of pleasure overcomes him.
Neither of you are lasting long for this, that he already knows.
‘Fuck- I’m never wearing a condom again with you. You feel too good wrapped around me like this’ he whimpers, and slowly begins to start up a grind. He adores the way your chin falls back in euphoria as he starts to move you on the mattress, your thighs twitching and your slick walls stroking perfectly against his stickiness.
Your eyes twinkle up at him, his words managing to almost melt you on the spot. It’s not long before he picks up the pace, his breathing rate increasing and becoming more of a breathless pant.
You almost drool at the speed of his frantic hips and can’t help but struggle a moan after every time you feel him press against your g-spot.
‘Fuck baby… if you’re not careful imma hide your birth control pills n’breed you properly. I’ll tie you up and keep you in here until I’ve fucked you enough to see that baby in your stomach’.
Matt is 100% serious at this statement. The feeling of not wearing a condom with you easily becomes one of his new favourite things as he gets drunk on the oxytocin it gifts him.
Tears almost stream from your waterline at the statement, your back now permanently arched and begging for his cum. It’s as if those words coated in pure filth just did it for you, because soon after they’re uttered and Matt reaches down to start playing with your clit, you feel an orgasm dawning over you.
It sparks and bubbles like an undulating wave that gets even stronger after every time it crashes against the walls of your gut. Your breath hitches.
‘Matt I- I think I’m gonna cum’ you struggle up to him, and Matt nods quickly, his mouth dropped open and his hips getting sloppier the more his skin erotically slaps against yours. ‘M-me too’ he stutters, his whole entire body drenched in the sweat of his efforts.
Your orgasm rattles from your stomach all the way to your ribcage, melting over your body like a psychedelic dream before you hear Matt also whimpering loudly into your ear. His forehead crashes down to hit against your collarbone and his arms shake as he too feels the phenomenal rush of his orgasm.
As he continually ruts his hips at a lazy pace, he makes sure to fill you up with all of his thick ropes of cum, the slimy hotness of it drenching both his cock and your walls with an ample amount. Finally, after feeling like he can go no more, his hips relax and slow to a stop.
Both of you pant tiredly as you trail one of your hands up to Matt’s head just so that you can appreciatively stroke it, his cock still comfortably stuffed inside of you.
As far as Matt’s concerned, he’s not moving it an inch because if he does, the cum still coated on it would come dripping out of your spent hole with part of it still strung onto his head and your folds like a string of saliva connected by two pairs of lips.
‘You keeping your cock in me?’ You muse to him sleepily, but with a tone of playfulness as you regain your breathing and stare up at Matt’s ceiling.
You can feel his gentle smile curling against your skin.
‘Wouldn’t want to get our cum all over my bedsheets now would we?’ He responds in just as playful a manner.
‘No, we wouldn’t…’.
Author’s notes p.2: yayyyyy I’m baaaack. I thoroughly apologise for not keeping up with my one smut every weekend schedule but I literally had no time to write last week, it was crazy. However, I’m grateful that I’ve finally finished this one because I’ve been so fucking excited to share it with you, plus people have been dying for it for so long… good to keep the tension building you guys, some slow burn action for you all hehe. Someone tell me why the start of this one is so fucking cute tho?? That’s exactly how I imagine Matt would react with a baby in his close proximity and it makes me want to mother his children lol. Next up is racer Chris so look forward to that, plus ask and request what ever as always!!! Love you all my little cinnamon buns 💋 (Apologies if I miss anyone out on the taglist there’s so many of u now, if I’ve accidentally missed anyone out, pls re-comment on this post that u want to be on it and I’ll add u to my list :))
