Love Thy Body (Comm)
Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader (smut)
Summary: Adrian Tepes is in dire need of some good ol’ fashion loving.
Word Count: 1.9k
The dhampir of Wallachia was a man known by the name Alucard.
The opposite of the evil Dracula, he’s seen as the people's savior. The one who will destroy the mad vampire and seal him to rest in his coffin for all eternity.
But the old stories were just that: stories. Nothing but old wise tales passed around village to village.
The real Alucard wasn’t the opposition to anyone. He was simply a man. A man who had lost those dear to him in the span of one long nightmare. One that could only end once he drove a stake into his own fathers heart.
When you looked at this strong hero, you didn’t see a man. No- you saw a crying child longing for his mother and father.
Adrian wore his scars with great sadness.
From the slice across his chest- given to him from his own father. To the burns around his wrists- given to him by those he entrusted with his body and soul.
There was no savior, only a wounded child.
Adrian Tepes was a beautiful man. No one could deny it.
Even when he spoke with pure arrogance and sass, his golden eyes and sharp jawline were bound to make even the strongest of wills shatter at his looks.
Upon your first meeting, you were very close to clocking him in his perfect nose. His sharp tongue and know-it-all attitude, made it impossible to not seethe with rage.
But as you spoke with the man, you began to see past the beauty of his face. Looking into the eyes of a broken creature, longing for someone to hold him- but to scared to open himself to others. Fear of betrayal outweighed his need for compassion.
The first time you kissed was quite a surprise for both of you. Tension was high after a fierce battle with a few night creatures. One moment your locking eyes, the next your pressed against him in a heated embrace.
You both swore it was from the heat of battle, even when you can't help thinking about how soft his lips were.
One broken promise later, you find each other stripped down and in each other’s embrace. No- not quite actually.
You’re stripped naked, Adrian is only missing his cloak.
As unfair as you think it is, the orgasms that Adrian delivers are enough to keep your complaints to yourself.
You thought nothing of his tendency to remain mostly clothed during your heated exchanges. Usually your mind is to busy being blown to care. But tonight would be different.
“Strip.”
Adrian simply freezes, suddenly unsure where to put his hands on your exposed body.
“I beg your pardon?” Ever the linguistic, but still playing dumb.
“Ya’ speak English or not? I said strip.” Your legs shut, blocking his hands or wandering eyes from your privates.
“I’ve never had to-“
“Aye, I’m naked as the day I was born, yet you’re still in your fancy boots. It’s not fair!” Arms folded like your scolding him, you pick up a pillow to block your chest from his view. “No more fucking until I get to see your bits!”
It’s his turn to scowl now, sitting back on his knees, on the mattress.
“Language.”
“Stop changing the subject, strip or no more fun time!”
“Fun time?” His lips twitch slightly, a smirk forming on his face.
Not liking his blatant disregard for his request, you tug a spare sheet around your shoulders to cover your bare body.
“Fine.” Dragging yourself to your feet, you turn from him, “Good night.”
It doesn’t take him long to call you back, not even two seconds in fact.
“Don’t leave.” His tone is new, almost fragile. Like if you raised your voice he’d shatter. “Please.”
Clasping your sheet dress, you turn towards him, but wait for him to continue. He doesn’t speak, only reaches a hand out, a proverbial olive branch.
Who are you to deny this beauty of a man.
Adrian cups your hand so gently, tugging you towards him. He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, spreading his legs to fit you between them. His eyes level with your chest.
He’s peering up at you with a look that you can’t quite pinpoint. Definitely lust, but with a twinge of something else.
Pulling your hand downward, he leads you to his button up. Your fingers follow his to the first button, his hands slip away, but the invitation remains.
Uncertainty weighs your fingers down, slowly unbuttoning the first one. Only when he nods do you pick up the pace, eager to see more of him. Even the small sliver of visible pale flesh has you excited.
But that excitement is quickly dashed once you catch sight of the large scar branding his near perfect skin. He must regard your sadness as disgust because he pulls back.
The look on his face of pure disdain- but you know it’s not directed towards you.
“Satisfied?” Is all he spits at you, eyes glaring at the wall behind you.
Lifting a hand, your fingers dance along the scar tissue. Only able to journey so far before his hand grips your wrist and halts your motion.
“Don’t-“ His grasp weakens, shoulders slumping, “-don’t pity me.”
Allowing your hand to pull free, you begin your conquest once again. This time planting both hands firmly against his chest, before leaning down planting a chaste kiss against his lips.
It’s soft. Softer than either of you’ve ever been with one another.
Adrian takes a moment but returns the sweet gesture. Lips working against yours, like two puzzle pieces.
You don’t give him a chance to think before pushing your body weight onto him, successfully landing him on his back.
Despite being caught off guard, he’s still quick enough to land on his elbows.
“Bloody vampire speed.” You grumble, but refuse to let him stump this small victory.
Latching your lips on his jaw, you revel in the gasp that leaves him. Adventure further down the column of his throat, leaving small bites and kisses in your wake.
The subtle pleasures must be enough for him to lower his guard once again, slowly laying flat on his back. His hands fist the sheets beneath him, claws unconsciously ripping the fabric.
Noticing this loss of control you take the opportunity to lighten the mood. “Tsk. That’s silk, Mr. Tepes.”
Moving back to lock eyes with him, you’re relieved to see him roll his eyes.
“I can always buy new ones.”
“Oh? Trying to impress me with your riches?” Hands spread on his chest, you push yourself into an upright position, straddling his waist.
Adrian’s hands move from the sheets, securing themselves onto your hips.
“Are you only straddling me because of my possible riches?” The grip on your hip gives him leverage to grind against your bare crotch, drawing a low moan from you.
“Trust me, it’s not just your money that keeps me here.” You trail a hand down his chest, raking your nails a little harsher as you reach the sharp v-line, leading to the tent in his pants.
“Y-your- ahhh…vile creature.” His moans only add to the heat between your legs, making you unconsciously rub against his bulge.
“An’ you’re too sexy for your own good.” Your eyes admire the sight of him beneath you.
Pale skin, ripped muscles, beautiful face, all for you.
“Quiet.” Is all he can muster in a weak defense, but the pink tint on his cheeks is a dead give away.
“Not until I make up for all the times you hid this work of art from me.”
Hands run down his bare chest, fingers trying to memorize every crack and crevice. His breathing hitches when you trace his scar, skin more sensitive than the rest.
Leaning down you catch a pink nipple between your lips, giving a half hearted suck. His reaction is a mixture of surprise and pleasure, back arching a fraction and fingers twitching.
“Heathen…” he manages to groan with faux anger, not convincing due to the pink still tinting his cheeks.
“Whore.” You grin back up at him, rolling his nipple between your teeth now.
“Hng-” It’s adorable really- watching him struggle to keep his cool demeanor up.
Your mouth remains latched to his nipple, hand wandering down his arm, pausing at his wrist. Even with your soft grip around it has tension rushing through his muscles. Pulling his wrist a bit, you feel slight resistance before he allows you to drag his hand towards your face. Still hovering over his chest, you place a soft kiss on the dark scar that resembles a bracelet.
“You’re beautiful,” you sit up to straddle him once again, while hoisting his other wrist to your lips. “So beautiful it’s nearly scary.”
He’s breathless as he lays back and watches you plant kiss after kiss along his scars.
The grinding of your hips against his catches him by surprise.
“Oh!” The half vampire gasps, mouth opening revealing two razor sharp fangs.
His hands are led down your neck, past your chest, landing on your hips. Hot friction burns between your arousal and his, successfully leaving a wet spot on his pants.
“Please let me show you how badly I need you…” your voice loses any confidence, taking on a breathy, whiny tone.
Your eyes lock, his half lidded golden orbs staring at you with a near predatory gaze. One hand drops from your hip and slides between your legs.
“Ah! Adrian-” Your cries only make his fingers move more, direct contact making your thighs clench.
Moving up a bit, unconsciously giving his long, attentive, fingers better access. His fingers are slightly sticky with your arousal, taking said juices and rubbing it around your hole.
“This- mmm… I wanna be in c-control!” As angry as you try to sound, you can’t help the noises leaving you, screwing your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure.
“You want me to stop?” He questions, his fingertip pushes into your eager cunt, giving only a hint of relief before pulling out. “Fine.”
The whimper that leaves you has him growing hard- well, harder.
“Please…more.”
There’s no time to try and deny your body's needs, not when he allows his finger to push into you, all the way in. Thrusting the finger slowly, the sounds of wetness get louder. He pulls them out completely, only for two to push back in.
“Y-yes- need more…” Your hips move on their own, fucking yourself on his fingers.
He doesn’t press another in though, instead keeps his eyes locked on the place where you wrap tightly around his fingers. Even the slightest crook of his finger inside of you has you toppling over, bare chests rubbing each other. At this awkward angle you can’t really fuck yourself onto him, leaving you at the mercy of his slow and shallow fingerfucking.
That need for release grows as his long fingers strike sparks against your inner walls. The sounds coming from your lower half would be embarrassing if you weren’t going mad with unholy needs.
“I can’t come like this, p-please…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can’t walk. Okay, my love?”
My love. A title too romantic for your intimate relationship, words failing you.
Your lack of response is substituted by your tightness clenching around his digits, making his chest rumble with an evil chuckle.
“Good girl.”
