Summary: Your boyfriend Stack refuses to turn you into a vampire, but that doesn’t mean you can’t nibble on him…
Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Black fem!reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, teeth kink, riding, use of n-word, creampie
Word count: 762
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The movie played low on the TV, mostly background noise. You were curled against Stack, one leg draped over his, a ceramic bowl of fruit balanced precariously in your lap. The scent of it filled the air. Mango, pineapple, blueberries, and a little lime.
“You ever miss it?” you asked around a bite, licking the acidic juice from your thumb.
He tilted his head, eyes half-lidded. “Miss what, baby?”
“Food,” you clarified. “You know, chewing, tasting, swallowing, all the normal human stuff.”
Stack smiled, slow and lazy. “Nah, not really. I guess I got used to other…flavors.”
You laughed, giving him the sharpest side-eye. “What—O-negative and AB-positive?”
“Ain’t wrong though,” he said, leaning in close enough for you to feel the ghost of his breath on your neck. “You smell better than anything I ever ate when I was alive.”
You rolled your eyes, but your pulse betrayed you, thumping beneath your skin. He sensed it, of course, and his grin deepened, his fangs flashing for just a second.
“Watch out,” you murmured. “You lookin’ at me like I’m dinner.”
“Maybe dessert,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “But I promised I wouldn’t bite.”
You popped another piece of fruit into your mouth, chewed slowly, then said through a smirk, “What if I bite you instead?”
That pulled a rough laugh from his chest. “Yo ass play too damn much.”
“No,” you said, shifting to face him fully. “I think you like it when I do.”
He went very still. You could see the muscle in his jaw flex and the faint quiver at the corner of his mouth, the kind that meant he was this close to losing that distinguished vampire fortitude.
You leaned closer after placing the bowl on the table. His shining eyes followed every slow inch of your movement. When your mouth brushed the base of his throat, he let out a low, involuntary sound, half growl, half sigh.
“You really wanna test a nigga, huh?” he murmured.
“You said you won’t bite me,” you whispered back. “So what happens if I bite you?”
He laughed softly, though the sound came out a little shaky. “You think imma stop you?”
You caught his lower lip between your teeth, just hard enough to make him tense. The air between you changed; that faint, metallic note you’d come to recognize slid through the space.
“Damn,” he breathed, voice gone low. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
Oh, but you definitely did.
Your teeth grazed his skin again, this time at the curve where his neck met his shoulder. His hands tightened around your waist, just anchoring you there. He didn’t breathe for a long second.
“Stack?”
“I’m good,” he said quickly, voice shaking with restraint. “Just… keep doin’ whatever you’re doin’ while you sit on this dick.”
You giggled against his skin as you straddled him properly, the heat of his body contrasting with the unnatural cool that lingered beneath. It only took him three seconds to pull himself free from his sweatpants, already hard and aching. You hiked your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side before sinking on him. As always, the stretch stung so good.
Every small bite drew a different sound out of him—a sigh, a grunt, a low curse. Between your teeth scraping his skin and your pussy squeezing his dick he was closer and closer to losing all his composure. Still, he never once pulled away, just gripped your waist tighter.
“I like when you trust me,” you panted softly as you bounced a little harder.
“Ain’t all about trust,” he rasped, planting his feet against the rug as he bucked his hips, meeting your bounces. “It’s about how you make a nigga feel like I’m alive again.”
When your orgasm finally ripped through you, you sank your teeth into his shoulder, biting down harder than usual. He groaned deeply as he spilled inside you.
When you finally pulled back, there were teeth marks, deep and perfect against his skin.
“You’re bruisin’, baby,” you gasped curiously. Usually a mark or scratch never stayed longer than a few seconds before he healed supernaturally.
Stack brushed it with his fingertips, grinning like it didn’t even hurt. “Good. I want it to stay for a minute.”
“Why?”
“So I remember what it’s like to be human.”
The honesty in his voice made your throat tighten. You kissed his nose and then pressed a soft kiss over the bite. Already thinking of where you were going to bite him next.
