Summary: You wake up feeling too hot, and your lovers help you cool down.
Words: 664
Tags: fluffy; romance; established relationship; Comte’s real name.
Notes: a little scenario I wrote for @valkyyriia to bring her back to life a few days ago.
The snow piles up outside in the garden, painting it white. The mansion is silent, with everyone likely taking advantage of the cold to stay warm under their blankets. It’s the middle of winter, the coldest night of the season. Or, at least, it was supposed to be.
You wake up because you feel too warm, and the crackling of the fireplace makes you think that must be why. But as you shift your body to turn to the other side, you realize your face is pressed against a firm chest, a warm body snuggled against your back, and two sets of arms holding you close to them. And suddenly, it makes perfect sense why you’re so hot.
You try to move again, slowly, careful not to disturb your lovers. You think you’re successful until you feel the body in front of you stir, followed by a soft voice whispering, “Is everything okay, ma chérie?”
“I’m too hot,” you complain with a pout.
Comte laughs softly through his nose, his hand brushing your bangs back. “You’re really warm.” He leans in and kisses your forehead. “Do you want to uncover yourself a bit? Or take off one blanket?”
“I guess we didn’t expect to make you this hot while you were asleep too,” Leonardo teases from behind you, startling you.
“Leo!” You slap his arm, and he chuckles. Abel’s soft laughter doesn’t help the heat on your already flushed face.
“Come here, I can help you.” His arms tighten around you as he smirks, ready to roll you over him to the other side of the bed, where you could uncover yourself and cool off better than being squeezed between two warm purebloods. But before he can follow through, Comte’s hand grabs his arm, holding him back.
“What do you think you’re doing, Leonardo?” he asks with a smile.
“Helping, cara mia,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.
Abel doesn’t let go of him, and Leonardo doesn’t let go of you. You stay there for a few seconds, staring at each other, with that pureblood aura growing stronger around you. They’re squeezing you even tighter now, and you feel the heat becoming more uncomfortable. You sigh, thinking that maybe if you could uncover your feet, it might help a little while they continue to silently fight for your attention…
Your sigh, however, is interpreted by the vampires as irritation with them rather than frustration with the heat, and their gaze shifts to your face instantly. And as if rehearsed, they move in unison.
“What—” you start to ask, startled by their sudden movement.
Leonardo gets up to reduce the heat of the fireplace, and Comte sits up, moving the blanket to leave only a lighter one over the three of you. When your lover returns, he brings a glass of water for you, and the other helps you sit up to drink it. Abel brushes your hair back, removing the strands stuck to your sweaty skin and holding them in a loose ponytail to cool your neck. It’s always amusing to you how they’re so possessive and jealous of each other, but they set it all aside at the slightest sign that you’re uncomfortable.
After you drink as much as you want and Leo takes the glass back to its place, you lie back down on your back, with Comte still at your side, gently brushing your hair with his fingers. Leonardo returns to his place on your other side and takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. He brings your joined hands to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles and bringing a smile to your face.
You still feel warm, but it’s not uncomfortable like when you woke up.
The warmth of your lovers envelops you in a soothing way, and as they caress you, you feel your eyelids growing heavy. Abel kisses your temple, and Leo kisses your cheek, and you sigh contentedly, drifting back to sleep for a restful night.
It's day seven of the advent calendar event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady and today's prompt was wrap and unwrap. This is one of the few fics were I didn't use a prompt from the other event lol. Just some spicy fluff, minor spoiler for Comtes route if you haven't read it. WC approx 830.
A Bit Naughty
You absently brushed out the last of your hair as you waited for Abel to return. You'd barely gotten back to the mansion when your two youngest children came barreling down the staircase at the two of you declaring there was an emergency of the monster type. You'd exchanged smiles and Abel kissed your cheek before going off to handle it.
You'd taken off your jewelry and let your hair down but were still in the dress he'd had to help you into earlier. At the time you weren't thinking and were just annoyed at all the laces and needing his help but when you went to remove it it very quickly dawned on you this was his plan all along and you couldn't help but shake your head. It wasn't much longer before you heard the sound of the door opening then being shut and locked.
“I'm sorry for the wait, cherie. This particular monster was quite headstrong.”
You laughed as you reached your hand up behind you and Abel caught it with his planting a kiss to the back of it.
“Probably thanks to Arthur and Dazais' very theatrical reading of a Christmas Carol.”
“Yes, that was my thought as well.”
Abel began kissing your neck and you let your eyes fall shut.
“I will be having a talk with them in the morning but for tonight I made sure that they knew they were to get one of their Uncles after this.”
“Oh, and how did you manage that?”
You felt Abel's warm breath on your ear and a shudder went through you.
“Simple, I told them that their uncles knew a special spell to deal with this particular type of monster.”
“That is very simple.”
A light kiss landed on your ear as Abel's hands ran along your exposed shoulders.
“I have to say cherie I expected to come back and find you already firmly snuggled under the covers.”
There was a hint of mischief in his voice and you smiled while pretending to look surprised.
“I had planned to do that but this dress proved as difficult to remove as it did to get on.”
“My apologies, but it does look lovely on you.”
“Thank you Abel but, do you think you could help me?”
Now it was Abel who smiled as he pretended to look surprised but you knew he knew you'd caught on to him. Not that you were complaining, it actually made things easier as getting him to undress you tonight had been part of your plan all along.
“If it would be too much trouble you could think of it as unwrapping an early Christmas present.”
You got up from your seat at the vanity holding his gaze as you did and you could see the barely contained desire in them. You then turned around slowly and lifted your hair out of the way of the laces and waited for him. You heard a soft chuckle behind you as Abel came closer and took your hair from you sweeping it over your shoulder.
“I suppose it's only fitting seeing as how I wrapped this particular present. Seems a bit greedy though, to have gotten some of the best wrapping and wrapped a present for myself in it.”
Abel's deft fingers made quick work of the laces, and his lips made even quicker work of building your desire for him as he planted sporadic kisses along your neck and shoulders. It took all the willpower you had to move away from him when he had loosened them enough that the dress was ready to fall off once you let it go. Once you'd pulled yourself away you moved to the center of the room and his eyes followed you in confusion.
“Cherie?”
“I agree it would be greedy to wrap and unwrap your own present.”
You moved your hands letting the dress fall to the floor revealing the secret you had been wearing underneath. The corset was made of red silk with white lace trim and scandalously low cut. The panties were similarly made of red silk with a white lace applique and quite high cut.
“So I suppose it's a good thing I hid my own in it.”
Abel's eyes roamed over you taking it all in. He began removing his coat and tie so quickly you barely saw it before he was wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.
“Tricking me into wrapping my own present, such a naughty girl you are. Especially at this time of year.”
Abel had a devilish smile on his face and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I think Pere Noel will forgive me any naughtiness, especially with how pleased you look.”
You stood on your toes and captured his lips in a deep lustful kiss.
“Pere Noel may forgive you…”
Abel growled out the words as he lifted you in his arms and walked towards the bed.
“But I'm not as generous as he is.”
Tag list: @floydsteeth, @nani-nani-nani, @nightghoul381. Special tag @valkyyriia, come get your man.
he likes it when you're the one who initiates physical affection like hugs, hand holding and kisses. it makes him melt like icecream on a hot day, it turns him into a giddy teenager experiencing love all over again.
he won't ever admit it but comte enjoys it when you play with his hair. lightly scratching his scalp with your dull nails and massaging the area behind his ears, it makes him sleepy.
comte thinks that your eyes are the most captivating thing about you, they show so many emotions! and your eyelashes, the way they frame your eyes so perfectly- which is why you'll always find him giving your eyelids a peck every now and then.
whenever he sees you wear his gifts, he feels joy. because that means you liked it enough. sure, comte might love showering you with gifts, that's just a habit he has acquired over the years and it's his way of showing love. but nothing tops when you actually put his gifts to use.
comte is the type of person who will always have cookies and biscuits on the side while he drinks tea.
he wears glasses while reading newspaper, even though he has perfect vision. comte just wants to feel a bit human, besides, you always compliment him when he wears those glasses.
Saw the ikevamp reqs and i keep thinking about how germain was my favorite, but back when i played his route wasn't even out (sadge) so i was thinking if you could do me a solid* (you always do and are such an amazing author fr fr <3)
So i was thinking, can you do me frienemies-to-lovers germain and gn! vampire "hunter"! reader? You can make it whatever prompt you feel like <3
HAVE A GOOD DAYYYY <3
*it's ABSOLUTELY no pressure, you can absolutely delete this req if you don't wanna do it
SUMMARY: you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.
WARNINGS: none!!! :D
COMMENTS: UM THIS ISNT QUITE ENEMIES TO LOVERS BUT . I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY ^^; not beta read because im lazy if theres typos DONT READ THEM THEYRE NOT THERE
Your vision goes blurry as you’re thrown against the wall of a dingy alleyway, sharp nails digging into your skin. A loud hiss and hot breath against your neck make your heart jump in your throat. Grasping at your wooden stake, you smack the back of it against the vampire’s head, sending them reeling. Taking the chance, you kick them up against the opposite wall and drive your stake through their hand.
Their scream of pain smells like blood and flesh.
You aim a well-placed kick at their head, knocking them to the concrete, and they still. The sickening crack of their skull meeting the pavement gains no reaction from you.
You reach down, yanking the wooden stake out from their hand. They don’t move.
You raise it over your head and bring it down, stabbing straight through their chest.
A raspy breath escapes the body as their muscles twitch, and they fall still once again.
“I see you’re out and about again, mon chérie.”
You don’t even acknowledge the familiar voice as you stare down at your most recent kill. Despite what people in the business say, you know you’ll never quite get used to this.
Not killing the vampires, and certainly not the vampire that’s taken to following you around on nights like these.
His name is Comte de Saint Germain, and the tension between you two has always been palpable.
“Indeed I am.” you finally respond, turning to face his towering silhouette. It’s at times like these when you’re fully aware that he is, indeed, a vampire, despite what the upper class of France may believe.
It’s not that you’re wary of him because he’s the type of beast you hunt.
You’re wary of him because he hasn’t stopped you yet.
“I’m assuming that poor soul attacked an innocent.” he mused, stepping closer to you in order to examine the body.
“They did.” you answer curtly.
Comte hums. He kneels next to the body and murmurs something under his breath.
You reach for your stake.
“There’s no need for that.” he turns back to you as if sensing your movement smiling up at you.
The smile is tense. Fake. Meant to make you let down your guard.
You grip your stake harder.
Comte stands up, not a single speck of blood or dust on his clothing. He’s facing you, the smile on his face still plastered across his lips.
“You should consider taking a more peaceful approach next time. You never know what the vampire you kill could be suffering from.” Comte says, and although his voice is soft there’s a steely edge to it.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing as you wait for the slightest movement.
He makes no move towards you. Instead, he chuckles and disappears into the night, and you’re left in the alleyway with blood-soaked clothing and a racing heart.
Fill free to deny this request! But can you do Jonah, Isaac, Vincent, and comte with mc having a cat that isn't the best, and the cat is kinda mean? (Ex, biting and scratching if you try and be near her. Growling and hissing at other pets, and will hiss if you walk by them in the walkway.) My apologies, English is not my first language.
hey sorry it took me a literal year to write this...
IKEVAMP AND IKEREV REQUESTS CLOSED
Jonah:
Jonah is a little cat-like and mean too, though he gets super pouty that your cat doesn't like him. Why wouldn't it? He's perfect! Would cry if your cat ever warmed up to him.
Isaac:
Isaac is terrified of your cat and wants nothing to do with it. If your cat stays away from him, he will stay away from your cat.
Vincent:
Look, I can't explain why, but your cat would tolerate him, I know it. Everyone and everything likes vincent, your cat included. Even if not at first.
Comte:
He is the epitome of perfection and patience. He understands and will do his best to not bother your cat. Chances are though, at some point your cat will start to like him.
Hi! I love your Ikemen vampire Hc's, and I wonder if you could make one about a Mc similar to Nezuko like... She has the bamboo and everything.
YES! Omg thank you for the ask I literally love you! So I had to do a little research on her, since I'm not too familiar with the character so I'm sorry if this is a bit off. I just tried to match her personality and wardrobe. Hope you like it!
Enjoy!~~
Ikevamp headcanons~ With a reader that is similar to Nezuko
Warning : None, except I haven't managed to watch Demon slayer, so I'm sorry if this is a bit off
Pronouns used: GN, generally just you, thought it can lean towards a more feminine version
Comte
our favorite rich baguette man
Now, he's been alive for many many year
He's seen a lot of things but this is new
when you stumble into the mansion he's supper confused
Is this a child? Nope, not a child. Why the bamboo mouth piece? Not human though, the eyes suggest otherwise
He's not Arthur, but he's observant
he's still very polite, but he's trying to figure out what you are
And then it dawns on him
like he's sipping his tea and his like
*Slams tea cup* ooh my...
He pulls you aside to talk about what you eat
after all he know, vampires drink blood, demons eat people
he's just about to ask you nicely to leave when you can for everyone safety
but
you say you don't eat human
???
Ok, well then
He happily welcomes you into the mansion
He finds your childish appearance rather endearing
thinks the mouthpiece is especially cute
BUT..guess what, one day when you go for a stroll you are ambushed by and upper rank demon
when he sees the after transformation
he's knocked off his feed
and when you whoop the other demons ass
congratulation you're stuck with him for eternity
"Who knew ma chèrie can be so powerful"
Leonardo
this sleepy man
he's like Comte almost, except he figures it out a little sooner
and then he straight up goes and asks if you plan on having any citizens for breakfast
You know he has a strict no drinking blood rule
so he takes this very seriously, as he's afraid it will cost a life whether turned or dead it doesn't matter
So when you say you don't do that he's like: great!
And never brings up the fact that you are a demon ever again
fist of all he loves the entire outfit
he really does
it's so different from his norm, he can't help but be curious and amazed
Now when he sees you in action, he just smirks and has this shit eating grin on his face the whole time
"My, my cara mia, you are so fierce"
either way, he loves you and is charmed by the fact that after everything, you are still rather human, you smile and cry and he's glad that you still have that
Isaac
was very curious about you from the get go, but just kind of watched you from affar
you seemed so small and sweet, like what could be wrong with someone like you
and the Comte told him
at first he was like:
???
and then was like:
!!!!!!!!!
and then he was confused again
why do people keep breaking physics and reality
like this should not be happening, but then again neither should time travel and vampires
now he has a lot of trouble controlling himself around human blood
so when he sees you handling it like a champ he's amazed by your willpower
and when he sees your demon form
apple boy might just bust a blood vessel looking at you
"My goodness y/n, that was...incredible, what else can you do?"
Very curious
Sweet boy
Arthur
so you know how Isaac is like watching from affar
not this mf
nope
you come through that door and he's already noticed a bunch of things and managed to deduce, that you are, despite the cute appearance, not human
and now he's interested
Pesters Comte about it until he gets and answer
when he finds out he just looks at you, and the back at Comte and then back at you
He's confused
he did not picture a demon to look like that
so now you have to explain everything to him
he;s in awe and after finding out he starts treating you with even more respect then before
does ask about your food, aka should he be prepared to cover up a murder
But you tell him it's not the case
when he sees you in all your glory when you got in a fight with another demon
floored
"By Jove, dove, I was not expecting that from someone as cute as you. But I must say, I was quite the pleasant surprise."
Get your mind out the gutTer-
Theodorus
mean mf
respectfully stop calling me a dog
is very scepticle
and when unsurprisingly you get along great with Vincent he's also a bit jelly
what he finds out your a demon his first reaction is
"BrOER-"
like he wants to protect Vincent and you both have to calm his ass down
you explain to him how you are not a threat
he only really believes you when you protect him and Vince from another demon
and when you tell them you did it because they feel like family to you he start falling for you
would not admit it but really likes your style
thinks the kimono with the asanoha is ✨artistic✨
"Don't be silly Hondje of course you didn't surprise me, I always knew you where a little street dog, always getting into fights"
sIR....
Vincent
sweet angel
since you're both caring sweet and cute you get along instantly
you end up telling his yourself
bc how could you not trust someone like him
and he never thinks any less of you
when you save him he's so much more amazed by you
doesn't even have to ask if you'd eat a person or no he just knows the answer
he asks if you want to talk about your transformation experience and offers to talk about his
really wants to paint you
actually sketched out a drawing of your demon form
"Look, don't you look beautiful here, would you mind helping me out while I paint this?'
Mozart
he's a little weirded out at first
I mean you look like a child
you stutter and sometimes speak muffled by the bamboo thing in your mouth
he thinks you have the brainpower of a child
but you are no child
so he just pretends he doesn't care and sneakily observes
when he finds out he's actually a little scared
he finds out about your eating habits or rather lack thereof from Comte
and then he calm down
when you save his ass is is amazed and humble
what and powerful being you are
once he's off his high horse he stats noticing things
like how even if you look small you are kind and actually rather adorable
"Oh well, i suppose I could let you listed, you look to cute meine liebe"
Napoleon
get ready to be instantly adopted
he's like: big brother mode activated
but as you get to know each other it stops being big brother mode and rather oh shit I have a crush on this curious being mode
He finds out bc you tell him, and while you're at it you also tell him you don't plan on using anyones bones as toothpicks when you're done with them
and he's like:
ok...can we cuddle now?
let's be real, he does not care
especially since you are not a danger to others
when you save him he's like
cute ANd powerful
a true queen
he fully respects you and thinks you are amazing
sometimes accidentally treats you like a child, but it's never with the intention of hurting you
he just thinks you're really cute with that pink kimono and mouthpiece
"Nunuche, don't play around now, it's time to go to bed."
Dazai
im sorry did someone order one sad writer?
someone give him a hug
he thinks you are the most fascinating little thing
the kimono and haori have him literally dead
he thinks it looks beautiful on you
though he first notices all the little things
like how you pay attention to others
how you sometimes stutter when you speak
and then he finds out you're a demon and he's like
nope not possible
so casually asks you
and you confirm it and now he's actually not as confused as he thought he's be
like now the eyes make sense
when you tell him about how you don't eat people he smiles at you
"I never though my Toshiko-san was capable of such an act in the first place
when he sees your demon form he blow away
he has a whole lot more of respect for you now
he thinks you truly are amazing
Jean
not sure he'd take the news well
like he hears demon and is like
imma just get the holly water, Comte i did not sign up for him
but this changes when you save him
he's floored, amazed and has so much respect for you now
he actually starts seeing you as a person and starts noticing things about you
he's still hesitant but he starts to open up
he ends up being really sweet and shy about the whole situation, since it's so new
is still afraid that he'll hurt or taint you and needs reassurance that he is worthy of you
"Y/n...I cannot express how grateful I am for everything you've done"
Sebastian
forehead flicking demon butler
just accepts it
like
oh this cute girl is a demon, ok, proceed, nono really, continue
he's seen enough ok he doesn't care anymore
when you save him and he sees your demon for all he can do is chuckle
"Never though I'd be saved by such a cute girl like you"
he's honestly very sweet and respectful
minus the forehead flicks
is relieved that you don't eat human because now he can relax knowing he's off the menu
And that's all bc I'm sure that is all the bs you can take. I'm very sorry if this is not what you where thinking of but I hope you enjoyed it^^
I wanted to ask for an Mc that is really confident and sarcastic but when they get close to someone they get very flustered and shy. I’d like it for Arthur Comt, Leonardo and Shakespear (if it’s not to much) thank you and I really love your writing!
Aaaaaa it makes me so happy to see that people like what I read 🥺. Like istg you guys are all so wholesome and I appreciate your support sm, between this and simping for hot people that's my only motivation to keep writing LMFAOKSNSJG.
But anyways nonny, I hope you like this!!
~Admin Hurricane
Warnings: some yandere behavior in Shakespeare's so if you're not comfortable with that click away.
Word Count: 400+
Genre: fluff
Pairing(s): Arthur Conan Doyle x GN!Reader, Comte de Saint Germain x GN!Reader, Leonardo da Vinci x GN!Reader, William Shakespeare x GN!Reader
Arthur Conan Doyle
If you haven’t played arthur’s route, spoiler alert this is basically it, except MC is more of a pussy. No I have no shame in saying that cause goddamn a small mini-rant here but why is every girl mc in every otome game ever a goddamn pussy, like they cant even stand up for themselves????(there are some exceptions but most games are like this smh) ANYWAYS
Arthur finds pleasure in bantering with you on a constant basis to see what buttons he can push to irritate you further. The closer he gets to you, the more he wants to see from you.
He’s pleasantly surprised to find that you get flustered really easily the more you guys interact with each other, he passes it off as the effect he has on people
He teases you for it just to see what your reactions might be and lo and behold, you don’t disappoint
Comte de Saint Germain
He’s unphased by your sarcasm, even finding it amusing through your quick and witty responses.
He hosts some of the most prominent historical figures in his mansion, so it’s only natural that he’d want to get to know his guests. He’s surprised to find you flustered by his actions, even if it’s not much.
Ever the gentleman, he won’t take advantage of your reactions but instead smiling gently as he continues in his advances, laughing softly while he spends time with you
He does find you interesting tho, making it his personal goal to ensure your comfortable stay at the mansion, even if it means that he has to be the one to send you back off through the door in a month’s time.
Leonardo da Vinci
Rotton man, he exploits you in your flustered states, teasing you further to cause you to become even more flustered as a result.
He uses a lot of offhand remarks to throw you off, smirking as he sees you fumble or struggle with what you were previously doing knowing he did that.
He finds himself drifting to the places that you frequent, taking a nap on the floor or someplace else, hoping to inconvenience find you there as well
You may play yourself off as sarcastic and blunt, but he knows that only he’s seen the other side of you.
William Shakespeare
Charming and eloquent but also a bitch(sorry not sorry), Shakespeare is fluent in his words and uses flowery language to get closer to you.
He’s a yandere so anyone who tries to get close to you that isn’t him…well uh let’s just say you won’t be seeing much more of them anymore
He isolates you from the others intrigued by how your behavior shifts around him, going from a bold and confident person to someone who stutters and struggles to form words when he smiles at you
You’ve certainly caught his interest now.
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Warnings: oral and vaginal (lap) sex, exhibitionism, le Comte’s lethal praises
Author’s Notes: Hello Nonny and thank you so much for your kind words! I would be very, very interested in being his good girl doing prompt 20 (“You can take it… just a little more. There we go, there’s my good girl/boy/person.” 🥵🥵) for Monsiiiieuuuur le Comte. As a willing part of this esteemed thirsty bastards club, I hope you enjoy sinking deeper into Golden Pureblood™️ appreciation with me. 😂❤️
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She is a sweet, beautiful thing; the absolute sweetest, even more so when she is nervous, like this.
The light tremble to delicate digits that reach to press against her left breast as if in attempt for relief. Or, he hopes: to feel her heart thrill beneath her fingers at his soft request.
Le Comte smiles at her kindly — half encouragement, all desire — to let her see how he is willing and patient for her. The view as it is, pleasant enough. For now.
He wishes merely for her to allow them both more of their mutual pleasure. To admire her, swathed gorgeous in molten amber and gold, as she is.
A happy twirl performed in greeting, as soon as she’d stepped foot into his office, followed by a playful curtsey as if he were her partner at a ball, rather than just in private, at the moment.
Le Comte straightens just that bit forward in his chair, and repeats once more. Words just as soft, pleased, for her benefit. “Raise your skirts, ma chérie. Let me have a good look at you.” Fingers reaching for her as she stands by his side — not close enough — sketching patterns, barely perceptible across her bare arms. “Or does your cruel heart thrill at the knowledge of your lover left wanting?”
Down, he lets his hands float still, above her body. Ghosting across and stilling for a single breath’s moment above her sex. As if he could reach through the barrier of silken cloth, just as easy as her intoxicating scent seems to permeate him, and trace her folds for the nectar she drips: sweet, beautiful thing that she is. Gather those very fingers close to his face for a single, pleasurable inhale before letting his tongue taste too, what overwhelms his sense of smell.
Le Comte grows impatient now, refusing to touch still, but fortunately, she decides to bestow mercy.
She’s certainly less nervous now, more eager, as those dark lashes dip to hide her gaze from view. Mouth parting in a short exhale before lean fingers curve around the hand that still hovers above her dress. Fisting fingers into her skirt before she lifts the fabric; the slow withdrawal of curtains upon an exquisite private show. Surely, it would be nothing short of detestable crime if he does not follow along to admire her offering.
Palms cupping around the shape of her legs, tracing higher along with her rising dress and soft moans. She stops then, truly exposed — no underwear in sight — fabric bunched just above her mons. “Am I to your liking, Comte?” Her voice is a tempting, breathless song, the sound tightening like a vice around his length.
“Ma moitié, you always are.” He insists. Before he’s ducking closer, hands sneaking past numerous frills to find their destination upon her bare ass. Tugging closer before his mouth slips across her labia in a fleeting kiss and she croons in wonder.
Her sounds scattering apart in a hitch as his mouth moves it’s kisses towards her slick folds, the plush of his upper lip bumping just shy of the tight bundle of nerves above.
Her hands are tight fists; so tight he worries she might tear through fabric before he does, but it’s not a concern le Comte lingers on long. She might as well let him get her a new dress out of this, once they are done and able to leave his office.
He’s pleased, immensely, at the thought and when that smile brushes against her clit and she moans, he is all the more happy for it. Tongue tracing an aching fang — she is far too arousing — before it slides out and across from base to hood, gathering addiction onto it. Pleasure so whole, second only to the burst of blood within his mouth when she has him gripped like a vice within her walls.
She all but wails when he moves to draw her clit in between hungry lips, the brush of a fang he lets settle against it and she shivers above him, violent and distressed with lust. A hand immediately shooting forth to grab at his hair and pull, sharp.
“Now, chérie.” He lets that admonishment roll across his tongue, low and heavy, as it moves to burrow into her, swiping up abundant slick. Fingers reaching up to distract hers within his hair and tug away before he threads them in between his. “Hands where I can see them. Be good.”
And she shudders at the soft-spoken command, her pleas and multiple yeses tumbling from loose lips as she grinds her hips against him, needy and honest. He moves to gather her closer, fingers entwined with hers; a thumb he strokes against her skin in wordless apology before he lets go. Covetous digits circle around to sink into the plush of her ass once more and hold firm, lifting her off of her feet entirely with a strength no longer as gentlemanly.
She yelps, the motion setting her balance off but le Comte holds on to her, just as easy. Even as she loses hold upon the hem, her skirt slipping like drapes around his head. She tumbles forward, the sudden shift of movement sending her folds deeper against his mouth, nimble tongue curving, dangerous, into her, she almost screams. Trembling, restless digits she buries into the cloth at his shoulders as the Comte moves to suckle at her, voicing appreciation on a groan loud enough, she hears him even muffled beneath fabric.
The trail of her dress she scrambles to heave aside, meeting his gaze as it rolls to catch hers above — wicked gold — palms holding her firm against him as if she were but a doll within his hold. And when that disastrous mouth pulls apart in a rake’s smile, the sheen of her wetness across it as it buries a kiss against her, she tumbles off the edge.
Gasping and trembling terribly within his embrace as he moves to anchor her — wicked, good man — above his cock, stopping just shy of entry. Letting her heave and shudder above the tip of him. “Comte... I – I can’t.”
Le Comte’s golden gaze slips across the place he anchors her above, watching copious release drip from her and drench down the tip of him. “You can, ma chérie and you will… will you not?” His smile is gentle, patient. Making no move to release or relax his hold, content in holding her above him, even as he relaxes back into his chair. Watching.
She takes in her fortifying breath, as her lungs allow. Taking in that encouraging gaze, lust that parts his mouth on a barely audible sigh as she brushes against him, it stings deep within her pussy. Grip tightening upon his shoulders, the fabric of his jacket bunched in between tight fingers, she moves to drop herself. “You are doing so well, treasure. Look at you.” Le Comte’s hold relaxing just as hers tightens around his length, taking him in before she’s settled fully. His cock nudging as if into her very core, she squeezes around the girth of him, relishing his low groan that stirs its home deep within her belly. “That’s my good girl, the very best.”
She can’t help but smile, wobbly as it is.
Her admiration of this beautiful pureblood — hers — only interrupted by the decisive knock at his door. “I have brought your tea, M. le Comte.”
Comte’s palms slip upon the swell of her hips to lift before bringing down in an audible slap. “Come in Sebastian.” Her moans drown the butler’s quiet pardon and the soundless swing of the door as he walks in.
His hips rise to meet her eager bouncing, a smile she witnesses across his face, gentle fingers reaching to trace across her warm cheek. “She’s a magnificent sight, is she not, Sebastian? A perfect accompaniment to afternoon tea.”
She feels the butler’s gaze upon her skin, assessing, she heats beneath it before Sebastian replies, just as coolly. “You’re correct, M. le Comte.”
