♱ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 // hunting equals blood and blood equals life. but when blood refuses to satisfy your hunger, you turn to your rocker boyfriend, who looks good enough to eat.
♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 // 2k
♱ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 // smut, porn with plot, bite kink, slight dom/sub undertones, climax without actual act, and bloodkink
♱ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 // came up with this on the fly and immediately started writing it.
blood was blood. sure, some humans tasted better than others, but when you broke humans down to their simplest components, humans were nothing. they were walking piles of meat with a bloodstream. blood pumping through their veins, just screaming at you to sink your fangs into them and drain them of the life they so desperately tried to cling onto. humans were disposable. they were nothing more than a walking blood bag that lived to satisfy you and your hunger.
you had been hunting a long time, long before any of your vampire companions. well, everyone besides max who had existed for longer than anyone else.
marko and paul spent their nights partying and spending their nights terrorizing the locals, much to your and david’s dismay. dwayne spent the time out of the cave with laddie, who was always dragging the man to some new shop or fair ride. david and star spent their night far, far away from everyone else doing things you didn’t even want to know.
and while everyone did their own thing, you spent you time waiting, watching. your gaze would sweep over human after human while you sat on the railings of the boardwalk. every time a human got close enough, your nose would sniff, trying to catch the scent that once made your mouth water.
but every human, every scent of blood, it made your stomach turn with a feeling you hadn’t felt since before the turn. whatever sat in your stomach, which was most likely some sugar filled treat that laddie practically forced you to eat, threatened to rise.
it had been days, almost a week since you last fed. you could tell the others were worried, they didn’t ask, didn’t pry, but the looks they sent you spoke words they didn’t dare say. especially your lover, paul. every day, when the sun set and the moon rose, he’d try to get you to go hunting, try to get you to drink some random person’s blood, but it never worked.
you couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with you. the mere thought of drinking blood made your stomach churn violently, and you found yourself drawn to something else entirely - or rather, someone else. your eyes kept drifting to paul, watching the way he moved, the way his scent called to you in a way that blood no longer did.
paul’s scent, weed mixed with his cologne filled your nostrils every time you got close. his scent had become a comfort to you, but slowly, it had started to become something more.
you could hear his blood flowing through his veins like never before. his blood, o negative, you could tell by the smell. it made your throat burn and your mouth water, just like human blood had before.
every time you looked at paul, the urge to taste his blood grew stronger. you found yourself staring at his neck more and more, imagining how sweet his blood would taste on your tongue. paul had noticed your lingering gazes, but he mistook them for something else entirely - if only he knew the hunger that was truly consuming you.
“find anyone decent enough?” marko’s voice snapped you from your thoughts as he and paul strutted with the strut that screamed danger.
“what did you two do?” you questioned, raising a brow at their cocky walks and large smirks.
“nothing we haven’t done before,” marko shrugged, leaning back on the railing beside you while paul took a stand in front of you, his hands immediately finding your plush hips.
“so, find anyone worth your while?” paul questioned, his fingers squeezing your hips.
to anyone passing, the question sounded dirty, explicit. but to the three of you, it meant something completely different.
you breathed through your nose, inhaling oxygen your body didn’t need. god. there it was again. the addictive scent of paul’s blood.
“no.” you answered shortly, sealing your lips tightly as you felt your fangs begin to itch. your throat burned, like it was set on fire.
paul's brows furrowed in concern, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. "babe, you need to feed," he whispered, voice low enough that only you and marko could hear. you couldn't help but lean forward, drawn to the pulsing vein in his neck that seemed to call your name.
“i’m aware,” you quickly leaned back and pushed yourself off the railing to take a stand. as your feet hit the ground, your legs seemed to buckle. something they hadn’t done since you were living.
paul was quick to catch you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. "that's it," he declared firmly, exchanging a worried look with marko. "we're getting you something to eat right now, whether you like it or not."
“it’s no use,” you muttered, gripping the muscles of paul’s arms. “you two go do whatever it is you do. i’m going back to the cave.” you went to move, but paul’s grip tightened.
"not happening," paul growled, his grip on you becoming almost possessive. "something's wrong with you, and i'm not letting you out of my sight until we figure out what it is." his blue eyes bore into yours, and you had to fight the urge to stare at his neck again, your fangs aching in your gums.
“then come back to the cave with me,” your eyes stared at his neck, at the beautiful veins that seemed more prominent then usual. “either way, i’m going.”
paul's eyes flickered between yours and marko's before he nodded, his grip still firm on your waist. "alright, let's go." as you both headed towards the cave, you could feel your control slipping with every passing second, the sound of paul's blood rushing through his veins becoming impossible to ignore.
the ride back to the cave was nothing but excruciating. the wind whipping your hair in every direction, specks of sand being thrown at you from being ran over by motorcycle wheels, the nausiating smell of surfernazis as you zoomed past. but that wasn’t even the worst part. the way your chin rested on the spot where paul’s neck and shoulder connected and the way your mouth was right next to his pulse point, it was torture.
his steady pulse thrummed against your lips, each beat sending waves of desperate hunger through your entire being. you gripped his leather jacket tighter, trying to ground yourself, but paul's blood sang to you like a siren's call. when the motorcycle finally came to a stop outside the cave entrance, you practically launched yourself off, stumbling a few steps away from paul as you tried to regain what little control you had left.
“you okay?” paul questioned, quickly ending the engine and stepping off. “babe?” he questioned again when you stayed silent, moving quickly into the cave.
you shook your head, trying to clear the fog of hunger that clouded your mind. the cave walls seemed to spin as you made your way deeper inside, paul's footsteps echoing behind you. his scent grew stronger in the enclosed space, and you could feel your control slipping away with each passing second.
“paul,” you spoke, though it sounded more like a growl. a predatory growl. “i need you.”
“you sure you’re in the right headspace?” paul moved closer to you as the two of you entered the main part of the cave. “i’m not saying no. i’d never say no, especially not to you.” he quickly added upon seeing your accusatory gaze. “but are you sure?”
you stared at paul in a way you never had before and the man would be lying if he said it didn’t excite him. “are you going to stand there and question me or are you going to take me to our room and fuck me?”
it was the perfect excuse for you to finally taste paul’s blood. it was innocent enough. paul had a bite kink, it was something he had never hidden before. so maybe, just maybe, you’d accidently bite too hard and draw a little blood.
paul practically growled at your words, his hands finding your hips once more as he guided you towards your shared room. the hunger within you intensified with every step, your fangs now fully extended and aching for a taste. as paul's lips found yours in a heated kiss, you knew there would be no turning back from what you were about to do.
as the two of you stumbled, literally, into your room, leaving behind different pieces of clothes and garments, your body felt like a ticking time bomb.
as you approached the mattress that you never used for things besides explicit moments, you easily took control, grasping paul’s shoulders and giving him a shove that might’ve been harsher than necessary, but you couldn’t have cared less.
before you could control yourself, your tighs straddled his hips while you lips found paul’s neck, leaving behind wet marks and small bites. “shit, babe.” paul hissed as he threw his head back, his hands squeezing your hips tightly that would’ve caused bruises if you had been mortal.
another perk of being vampires, neither of you had to worry about using too much force or being too rough.
your tongue licked a stripe up paul's neck, collecting the sweat that had gathered there. the taste only made your hunger grow stronger, fangs scraping against his skin in warning. paul moaned beneath you, completely unaware of the dangerous precipice you both stood upon.
“paul, shit, please,” you all but whimpered, lips just above his pulse point.
“please what?” paul questioned, his voice breathily. he was a tease, you knew that. but now wasn’t a time for teasing.
“let me bite you,” you panted out, hips rutting against paul’s.
paul's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he nodded frantically, giving you the permission you so desperately craved. without hesitation, your fangs sank deep into his flesh, and the moment his blood touched your tongue, you moaned at the intoxicating taste - sweeter and more satisfying than any human blood you'd ever tasted. paul's shocked gasp quickly turned into a deep groan of pleasure as you drank deeply, his blood filling you with a warmth that made your entire body sing.
euphoric. that’s the only word you could use to describe the feeling that invaded your body. your body was on fire, burning from the inside out, but it felt so good.
paul's blood was unlike anything you had ever tasted before - it was pure ecstasy flowing through your veins, healing every ache and satisfying every craving you'd been fighting. you could feel his hands gripping you tighter, his body arching beneath yours as you continued to drink, lost in the intoxicating mixture of blood and pleasure.
as you whimpered and moaned, mouth still attached to paul’s neck, a familiar knot grew in your stomach. the feeling was all-consuming, something you had experienced plenty of times in your decades with paul.
it only took a few more seconds of drinking paul's intoxicating blood before your entire body tensed, waves of pleasure washing over you as you reached your peak. paul followed shortly after, his grip on your thighs bruising as he moaned your name. as you finally pulled away from his neck, your tongue lazily licking the wound closed, you could feel the strength returning to your body - paul's blood had been exactly what you needed all along.
“all you had to do was ask, baby,” paul panted, chest heaving as he placed his forehead on the top of your breasts, warm breathing fanning over the cleavage.
you hummed in contentment, still riding the high of his blood coursing through your system. "i was afraid you'd reject me," you admitted softly, nuzzling into his neck where the bite marks were already healing. paul's arms wrapped around you protectively, pulling you closer against his chest as he chuckled.
“who would i be to deny you?” paul quiet laughter filled the air.
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