the way you bleed; with me, for me.
pairing: Jennifer JJ Jareau x reader
tags: a little bit graphic, sharing a bed, vaginal fingering, kind of enemies to lovers but not really theyre just a bit mad, vampire jj, alternate universe no bau, top jj, open ending in case i feel like pt2, angry sex, toxic jj oops, jj was born a vampire and humans confuse her, jj taking her frustrations out on you etc etc
summary: Jennifer Jareau is a regular at your coffee shop. She's strange in more ways than one, which caught your attention.
You never talked much — until one day she saved your life from her own kind and you got caught in the middle of something you weren't ever ready for. What happens when you offer your apartment as a temporary hide-out for her while she's being hunted down?
a/n: hi!! vamp jj lovers unite!! might be ooc, enjoy :P
thank you my love @reidloverr for checking this out for me<3
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You thought that your day couldn’t get much worse.
Starting from early morning you overslept. Your hair wasn’t washed - you planned to wake up earlier than usual to take a shower, which of course didn’t happen. It never does, yet you have still to learn not to put too much faith in yourself and your “life changing” plans.
So in the next hours you had to take a bus, cramped with other people, not a lot of them aware what a deodorant even was. Before you arrived at work, you’ve been through hell and back in this year’s Virginia heatwaves.
You pushed the will to harm someone or yourself to the back of your mind, hopeful that at least the rest of the day would be better. But the fate decided it’s not over yet.
You got the worst kind of customers:
“I’d like a coffee, please.”
“Sure! What kind?”
“Just normal coffee.”
“So americano?”
“No. Did you not hear me?”
By not even three hours into your shift, you felt like you were ran over. Repeatedly. Currently you were restocking almond milk in the under-counter fridge when you hear the bell above the entrance ring again and sighed internally.
With a strained smile you straightened your posture and took a look of your customer.
You exhaled with relief seeing it was one of your regulars - a blonde, pale girl whose face you could hardly catch a glimpse of, a cap always pulled down as much as possible. Whenever you did get lucky however, you looked into the striking blue eyes.
“What can I get for you today?” You asked kindly, taking out a notebook and a pen to write down her order.
She looked at the menu behind you as if she didn’t study it hundreds of days before.
“One latte. A chocolate pie, this apple one and, uh…” She hesitated, as if torn by all the options. “That’ll do. Thanks”
You nodded and took her payment. When she went to sit in her usual spot in the furthest corner, you couldn’t stop your glance from lingering on her. A lot about her intrigued you. With her every visit you had more questions and never any answers.
Not that you were obsessing over her, or any of your clients. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know why your eyes are looking out for that specific table so often.
She was pretty from what you gathered, yes, but what intrigued you most is that you could never catch her eating anything she got. Not once, in her near daily visits.
You could watch for long minutes - she’d read a book, draw or look out through the window, her mind drifting far away, not touching anything. Then, you’d turn for a minute to take an order, grab a cup or anything else - and the next time you’d look, every pie, cookie or coffee is gone. Asking would be unprofessional, of course, so you settled for inappropriate, long observation (while staying very discreet).
Of course, you weren't as discreet as you thought, and the stranger woman caught your every glance out of the corner of her eye. However, she never said anything more than her continued orders as the previous one magically disappeared. She often stayed for hours, but always ordered enough that it was never a problem.
You realized you were staring for far too long and turned away with a sigh, returning to your work. You muttered in frustration as you scrubbed the glasses and cups on the counter.
At that point you had lost hope entirely, but all you could do was stop whining and get through the day as fast as possible just doing your work. It's not like you had a choice - the rent wouldn't pay itself and you refused to share a room in a loud, messy apartment with 8 people somewhere instead. You certainly appreciated peace and quiet of your own place, despite the costs coming with it.
A few hours passed by, you working like on an autopilot. Take order, clean, serve. So on and on. The next time you glanced at the clock it was near closing time and the last few clients were getting ready to leave.
You hummed to yourself, checking everything and making sure things are in their right place before ending your shift. Today you were alone, which you actually preferred - lots of space for yourself, even if you had to clean for two people.
Now only you and the blonde woman were left. She was on her third order, lost in some book you didn't exactly recognise. It was clearly loved and worn out. You weren't sure how old it was, or if it was even in english, but you found yourself wanting to find out. You shook off the thought and were about to start the last cleaning of the day, when another woman entered.
You wanted to tell her service wasn't available anymore but something stopped you. You weren't sure what was it - she was elegant, dressed in dark toned, long flowing dress with refined accents, a gray scarf wrapped around her sickly pale neck. Her gaze was confident, steady. Your words got stuck in your throat and you couldn't get them out.
“Hello” the woman spoke in silky, smooth voice. It was warm and inviting but something didn't feel right. “Lovely night.”
“Certainly…” you got your words back. You wanted to look around, maybe for the blonde woman in the corner but your gaze was firmly kept on the person in front of you. “I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was just closing. I can't take any more orders.”
The woman puckered out her lips in mock disappointment. “Oh, that's a shame. I've gotten really thirsty, you know.”
You blinked once, twice. From the corner of your eye you could see the regular standing up slowly. The air was charged with tension you couldn't understand. That's when the woman's head turned to the only occupied still table, her brows furrowing for a second before her lips widened in a smirk.
“Ah, Jennifer.” She said slowly, not losing her composition for a second.
“Christine.” The stranger's voice was slightly raspy and dangerously cold. You felt a shiver run down your spine.
“Still trying to live amongst the rats, I see.”
Jennifer's (at least now you could put a name to her face. You cursed your coffee shop for not doing the names-on-cups thing - you would've known it so much sooner!) eyes darkened. The pure disgust was radiating off her in waves.
You stood behind the counter, watching the exchange more confused than you'd ever been. Was getting coffee late really this serious? You looked between them like a lost dog.
“Leave.” Jennifer spat out, walking up closer and positioning herself between you and Christine as she called her. “You have no business being here now, or ever.”
“U-um, it's okay!” You decided to intervene. If your boss found out you lost a client this way, you'd be fired. “She can-”
“No!” Jennifer rushed to cover your mouth. “Don't say it. You don't want her to gain more power over this place than she has today.”
Your brows shot up. What in the world was she talking about? At this point you started wondering if you accidentally gotten high on the job.
“She doesn't.. have any power.” You said slowly. “My boss…”
“Usually, no.” Jennifer agreed. “But today is the full moon, and when that happens, she doesn't need an invitation to enter. But that's all she can do, unless…”
“She sounds a little crazy, doesn't she?” Christine chirped in with a feigned concern on her perfect, porcelain-like face. “Do you sell alcohol here? Is this what you've been doing the entire day, JJ?”
You didn't comment but you'd agree if you didn't know better. After all, you did keep an eye on Jennifer ever since she arrived today.
“Ma’am, I'll have to ask you to leave.” You turned to the woman. “I'll handle the situation.”
She hardly paid attention to you - exchanging looks with Jennifer. You could see they were having a whole conversation with their eyes you weren't included in.
Eventually, the woman gave up.
“Alright, alright.” She waved her hand, taking reluctant steps back onto the dark street. She gave Jennifer one last smirk. “It's not over yet, JJ. I just have no reason to bother myself here - tonight I have a lot of options.”
You didn't understand any of what either of them were saying, and then she was gone, with your blonde regular near seething with rage next to you. You weren't sure if it wasn't some kind of episode…
“Are you okay?” You asked slowly, hesitant on what to do. You just wanted to finish up and go home. That's all you wanted the entire day - what does everything keep happening to you?!
Then, Jennifer turned her eyes to you. They were undeniably clear and aware. You realized it's the first time she looked you in the eye.
“You aren't. Is there anyone picking you up when you're done?” She asked urgently, taking a step closer to you.
“Uh, no. I live only a few streets away…” You blushed from the lack of personal space. “JJ” didn't seem to notice it was less than the appropriate distance. Now that you're thinking about it, she often discarded norms like that and seemed lost. Like she didn't exactly know how to act. You discreetly looked around for an escape route - maybe she was the danger after all.
The blonde noticed your expression and her eyes widened in slight panic. “No. No. Sorry. I'm not…” she cursed under her breath and looked back at you. “You're not safe here or outside tonight. Let me walk you home.”
You weren't so keen on showing her where you live. But something still bugged you about the woman from earlier. “Why? Will you tell me what's going on?”
She nodded vigorously. “When we're there. Now, come on. I'll wait for you outside.”
You watched her back as she left. Huh.
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You watched her side profile as you walked through the dark streets. Now she seemed much more lively than you've ever seen her. Her skin wasn't as pale anymore, although still more than most. Her step was jumpier, her gaze focused instead of tired. She was on a mission - you just didn't know what mission.
When you were in front of your block, you cleared your throat. “So, now that we're here-” You turned around to see her face while she finally told you what's going on.
But the woman was no longer by your side. Or anywhere you could see. You stood there, baffled at how she somehow escaped in the last few seconds youve looked at her.
After a solid minute you remembered her warning and shivered. You felt weird. The entire day was so odd…
You looked up at the full moon shining above you and finally walked inside, the door softly clicking behind you.
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For weeks after that, that strange feeling never left you. You found yourself anxious, constantly feeling watched and trapped in a game only you didn't know about. You dismissed all of it, calling it stress, but there was something nagging at you even more.
You haven't seen Jennifer since that night she disappeared nearly in front of you. Usually she visited your workplace every two days, three day breaks at best. Now she hasn't shown up once.
It's not that you missed her… you didn't know her, had one conversation besides taking her orders, yet you had a feeling she was very important and held answers to whatever was going on with you. Or not. But at the very least you wanted to confront her about her disgusting, sneaky lie. You scoffed to yourself at the reminder of it.
You hated being the one to close lately but the job didn't care about your fears, especially ones even you couldn't explain.
That didn't stop you from complaining all the way through the cleaning, closing the registers, locking the door and walking outside.
You hugged yourself to shield your body from the cold, sharp wind. You could almost see your bathtub, hot water filled up to the very top, maybe with some wine on the side…
The dreams ended abruptly with your loud yelp when someone emerged from the dark alley and snatched you in that direction from the street. When you realized what happened, they already had a stale, inhumanly strong grip on you and no amount of kicking or struggling did anything.
You got thrown harshly against the wall. My back will definitely kill me tomorrow was all you could think in shock. You fell to your knees.
After a while you looked up to find multiple glowing eyes staring right into you. Your pulse quickened and a little moan of fear slipped past your lips.
You were hardly surprised when the woman you saw the other day, Christine, walked out to the front of the group. You knew she was no good already, but this… your mind was reeling with chaos of feelings and questions.
“What…?” You coughed out. Your entire body was trembling so hard you could hardly think at all.
“Hello, dear” She spoke up, kneeling down to your level and tipping up your chin with your finger. Her nail was long. And sharp…?
“What do you want from me?” You got out weakly, backing away until you hit the wall again and there was nowhere left to go.
“See, I would just leave you alone. I'm not one to be chasing one lost fish in the sea full of them.” She said. Her voice was no longer masked to feel friendly - it was in its realest form, detached and as if bored. “But seeing my dear friend Jennifer… she really wouldn't like what's going to happen. And I have to say, it makes me really happy. Consider it a little gift for her. I don't know why she likes you, but you're gonna pay for it.” She stood up, dusted off her long pants, just as elegant as the dress she was wearing weeks ago and looked at one of her helpers. “Get her up.”
They listened without questions, lifting you up harshly by both arms. You could scream, kick and cry but no one cared. What did you do to deserve this? More importantly, what did Jennifer do?
The two men dragged your body to stand fully in front of Christine who looked coldly down on you. You could see she saw you as nothing more than a mere bug. And maybe that's what you were at the moment. Small, vulnerable and worthless.
Her lips widened in a huge, wicked smile. She leaned closer down to you, as if to share a secret: “I love when they're scared. It makes them taste so much better.”
Your breath hitched in your throat and you could feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You just wanted to go home.
Home. Home. Home. Home. this thought replayed in your head like a prayer when you watched the woman, this creature, bare her teeth. How could you miss those long, sharp fangs? You let out a quiet sob. So stupid of you.
You knew she was about to sink the fangs in you and inevitably kill you. You didn't believe in children story books monsters, but you just knew. You closed your eyes, accepting your fate when suddenly all you could hear and feel was new presence, announced by the air swish in front of you.
You opened your eyes to find Jennifer tearing Christine's throat open with her own fangs without hesitation. Her eyes glowing faint red, just like the rest of them. Your eyes widened. If you weren't confused to the core before, you for sure would be now. She seemed the same as them, yet… she killed her. Saved your life.
The next in line were men holding you. She moved with inhumane speed; it was nearly impossible to catch up with the events. All you knew was that the next second they were both lying on the ground with the woman, choking on their own blood. At least the one with his head still attached.
You stumbled back, now free but unable to move or escape, your limbs worthless and failing you when needed most. You've seen Jennifer move with the speed of light, killing those people with your own eyes yet you still struggled to believe it. You rubbed your eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.
But nothing happened, and now she was standing in front of you. Her pupils a thin line, lips pressed together as she stared down at you. Blood covered lips, as you noticed. You let out a whimper at the fangs sticking out.
“What… what are… where… how?” Your voice breaking as you stuttered. Jennifer let out a long, tired sigh. As if she was the troubled one!
“I told you it's not safe for you outside.” She grumbled at you, crossing her arms. “Why didn't you listen?”
You felt the adrenaline coming down. Your face twisted in badly surpassed irritation if not anger at her attitude.
“You're talking like crazy, lie, disappear for weeks and you have the audacity to speak to me this way?” You stood up on shaken up legs. What happened still didn't really register in your brain as an actual event. It all felt like a really messed up dream rather than your new reality. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You killed those people!”
Jennifer took your anger with this infuriating calmness, just watching you with her eyes. In one second they were blue, in the next blink flashed red. Even that wasn't consistent and you felt like you were going crazy.
“They weren't people.” She said simply. “And you're lucky I was here.”
“Aren't you one of them?’ You finally asked the most important question. “You look oddly damn similar to me.”
“I am.” She said, and you had to fight the urge to comment that she didn't lie this time at least. “So now I'm in trouble. I won't be around to protect you anymore.”
You blinked. “You're in trouble?”
She looked away for a second, a shadow coming over her face. After a while she spoke up again. “Yeah. Sooner or later the rest will find out. They'll find me. And as you probably noticed, they're not really fond of me. I'm dead if that happens.” She clenched her fists. “I have to leave. Somewhere.”
You rested your body against the alleyway dumpster, needing a moment to think. You had not a clue in the world what was happening, other than one thing - she saved your life today. Whatever she was, however awful her attitude was, she helped and endangered herself in the process. Dream, nightmare or not - you had to pay her back.
And well. You were still fascinated by her. You needed to get your answers. And what's a better way than straight from the source?
The woman stiffened. “What? No.”
“Why not?” You felt irritated with her again. “Just stay there. It's the least I can do.”
“I said no. I won't put you in danger. They can smell me, and…”
Jennifer just stared at you in a mix of disbelief and exhaustion. “...That's not how it works. Those are children's stories.”
“Surely there's a way to at least make you less noticeable. Safer.”
She hesitated. “Well, yes, but…”
You clapped your hands together. “Then it's settled! Follow me”
You didn't leave time or room for her to deny again and just started walking out of the alleyway, purposefully ignoring the corpses at your feet. You didn't think it'd work.
But as you turned around, you found out it did. Jennifer followed, in a certain distance from you but nonetheless, like a puppy almost. You smiled to yourself.
Now to get you both home without anyone noticing the blood on both your clothes.
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“There we are” you announced, opening the door to your apartment and walking in, expecting the blonde to be right behind you. After a few seconds, however, she was still lingering in the hallway, just looking inside with a frown on her face.
You titled your head in confusion. “What?”
Jennifer kicked her feet abstinently, as if embarrassed. Or just disliking the situation. “I can't go inside. You have to invite me.”
You rolled your eyes. “Do you expect a formal letter sent your way?”
Her frown deepened. “It's not that. I physically can't walk inside. You have to say I'm invited.”
“Oh, right. I forgot about that.” You shook your head with amusement, still not letting in the possibility of it all being real. “Well… Jennifer, you're welcome to enter my mansion.”
“That's a two room flat in the cheapest part of the city.”
You took the item closer to you and threw it in her direction but by the time it landed, she was already inside, passing you in her way. You gritted your teeth while locking the door behind her.
Jennifer seemed unsure on what to do. She stood stiffly in the living room, just staring at you.
You winced. “Well, what now? Just sit down.”
“Anywhere! What's your issue?”
She nodded shortly and took a seat on the couch. Not relaxing a bit. You crossed your arms.
“Have you never been in someone's home before?”
To your surprise she actually shook her head. “In a humans house? Never.”
“Aren't you a human? Or, at least, were?” You asked a little sarcastically.
“No. Some of us are, I was born like this.” She said dead seriously. “I left… them a while ago. But people are… weird. I'm trying to adjust but it's complicated. I don't really get everything about social norms yet.”
“Hm…” That could explain a few things you were wondering about. You shrugged. “Okay. Do you want to take a shower? You could use it.” You pointed on the blood on her shirt and her gaze followed.
“Oh. Yeah.” She stood up and waited for you to show her where the bathroom is. When you did, she was walking past you when she said: “Call me JJ. Jennifer is… too formal.” It reminded her of her past.
“Okay, JJ.” You nodded, too tired to do anything else for today. “Wrap it up quickly and we'll go to sleep.”
When you were showering you couldn't hear a sound of life from the guest in your house. It worried you a little but again, she didn't seem like a loud person in general.
You stepped out of the bathroom soon after and went straight for your bedroom, assuming she's asleep in the living room. You didn't bother turning on the lights either, just flopping down onto your bed with a bliss, ready to fall asleep and wake up in a world where none of this happened. Until…
You turned around in your sleep. You felt weird, so you opened your eyes to find two glowing blue balls staring into yours. You screamed, jumping out and off the bed. “Jesus!”
JJ shot up too, looking over the edge at you on the floor with concern. “What happened?!”
“What are you doing here?” Your voice was nearing a plead at this point. What else could be thrown your way today?
“I know you told me to sleep but I don't really do that.”
You say up straighter and rubbed at your temples. “Yeah. Okay. Why are you not- sleeping in my bed specifically?”
She shrugged. “I'm watching over you.”
“Can't. They can hurt you when I'm here.”
“You said your smell is nearly non existent when you're in an apartment you're accepted by and invited into. And we brought the coffee beans to mask your scent….”
“Nearly. It doesn't mean no one will find me. Vampires have a specific to them scent.”
“You also said they can't get in uninvited.”
She didn't have an argument to that. “Okay. What's so wrong with me keeping guard?”
“The problem is that it's creepy.”
“Can you keep guard in the living room?”
She considered it. “No. It's safer here. Bedrooms are the hearts of apartments.”
She wouldn't budge. No matter what you said, you ended up sleeping in one bed with a vampire who wouldn't let her gaze off of you.
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Over the next few days you grew used to JJ’s presence in your life. She didn't leave much - something about how she's only safe inside.
You got that. You even learned to accept the fact that she's an actual vampire, despite a few facts being different than what you loved to read about.
She wasn't a bad roommate. Quite the opposite - soon you two bonded. It was nice to have someone to talk with, another soul in your otherwise empty apartment.
Sometimes you wondered if she even had a soul - but those thoughts vanished the second you saw her smile (it happened really often when she opened up to someone, you discovered) or how smart she was. She was also a fast learner when it came to learning human behaviour. She was more aware of personal space now.
However, you noticed her getting more grumpy again, day by day. She spent more time in the bedroom when you weren't there (when you were, she was just silent on her side of the bed) sleeping or sitting in the darkness. She pulled away from you just as fast as she initially attached herself to your side.
You weren't sure what to do. But this was your apartment, goddamn it. And you sure as hell weren't gonna tiptoe around her to not set her off. So, you sat her down for a talk.
“Yes?” She barely spared you a glance. For some reason your wallpaper was her main interest at the moment.
“What's going on?” You could tell the exact moment she stiffened.
“JJ.” You said more firmly now, trying to keep her eyes on your own. It wasn't simple.
You got frustrated, thinking of a way to force her to talk. Your eyes lit up with an idea.
“If you don't tell me, I'll walk outside at night. Alone.”
You've never experienced a silence so tense and … quiet. It's like the world stopped spinning for a moment. You were just about to say that you're joking when Jennifer's dark, cold gaze literally pinned you to the couch.
“No, you're not.” She said simply, like stating a fact. And you knew she meant it. It again felt like that night in the alleyway - you saw a glimpse of the predator you knew she was, yet were choosing to ignore. Your pulse quickened in genuine fear when she shook herself out of it, returning to her usual demeanor.
“I'm fine.” She said stubbornly, then added, as if in apology for scaring you. Of course she knew. Her vampiric senses would never miss the sound of your heartbeat quickening. “...I'm just hungry.”
“Hungry?” You massaged your arm in an attempt to calm down. Nothing happened, right? “How were you.. feeding before?” You were scared to ask, but you had to.
“I didn't kill innocent people, if that's what you're worried about” she muttered, watching her nails, unable to meet your eye. You noticed her tendency to get embarrassed and unwilling to talk about her way of living. “Small animals. Blood banks. In extreme cases bad people.”
You nodded with understanding. “And you've been unable to hunt, forced to stay here.” She confirmed stiffly. You thought of a solution while coming to realize that being near you was probably one hell of a struggle for a hungry vampire. You swallowed heavily. JJ’s eyes traced the movements of your throat. “I could hunt for you?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Can you hunt?”
“Right. Id prefer you didn't leave the apartment anyways. Christina has connections - I don't know who she told about you.”
You left this without a comment. You found yourself a bit scared to defy her - but shamelessly enough, you also found it hot. Currently you had a bigger issue to worry about rather than your odd preferences, anyway. And weird thoughts about her.
“So, then what?” You asked slowly.
“I don't know. I can last a while.”
“Maybe…” You looked at your wrist. JJ’s sharp senses immediately caught on.
You actually agreed with her for once - you valued your life. “Okay. What about if… I fill a cup or something?”
You could see the hesitation in her eyes - she didn't want to feed on you, an innocent person she didn't want to admit she liked, but it was way better than alternatives that were far more dangerous. She shifted her position on the couch awkwardly.
“Maybe… but not a lot. And not often.”
You agreed with a smile of satisfaction of finally having won at least one fight with her. You wouldn't tell her but you were secretly keeping count.
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Several weeks later your little arrangement seemed to work perfectly. JJ was back to being her old self again and you two fall into a steady peace of a daily life, nearly forgetting about what brought you there together in the first place.
After so much time in isolation it was only natural for you to want to finally leave the small apartment. It was nearly impossible with her watching your every step like an overprotective hawk.
You figured out one helpful thing - she could go out into the sun but didn't stay unaffected. She felt sick, slow and weak whenever exposed to daylight. That's when you decided to sneak out during the day. Was it unfair? Sure. But you didn't necessarily like being a prisoner.
You didn't do anything major - walked around, visited stores and met up with friends. The time flew by before you realized - by the time you caught on, lost in the feeling of freedom - it was near midnight. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw the time. JJ would be furious. You grabbed your purse and ran.
While rushing to your apartment you were thinking about how she probably walked around, weak, looking for you out of concern. You felt a pang of guilt hitting you but snapped out of it when you reached the door. You opened them, and—
You hit the wall right beside it, the door closed and locked in the same second. You opened your eyes to find the red ones staring into them so, so close. JJ had you caged in not even a second after you walked through the door - you were stupid to think it'd be any other way.
There was nothing gentle about her this time. One of her hands placed on the wall next to your head was trembling with the sheer struggle to keep her power and anger contained. Her pupils were so thin they were nearly invisible. You never felt so scared in your life.
And also never so turned on.
“Where were you?” She hissed, revealing her long fangs in the process. Maybe if it wasn't for this, you wouldn't be so distracted. Distracted enough to not answer and make her even more agitated. Jennifer grabbed your chin with her other hand and made sure your eyes were on her. “I told you not to leave. Do you have any idea how stupid that was?!”
“I'm not your pet, Jennifer.” You tried to keep your voice from trembling to not give her the satisfaction. “I went out on my own responsibility.”
Her nostrils flared up. “Do not call me that.”
“Why?” You challenged. You didn't know why you were so set on enraging her further. There was an undeniable thrill in it you couldn't get enough of. “That's your name. Jennifer.”
Her hand slid down to wrap around your neck in a silent threat. Her voice was cold. “Not to you.”
“Let go of me!” You struggled against the wall, trying to get out of her grip. “I'm serious.”
“Why are you so determined to make me angry, huh?” She asked, watching you but not letting go. “Is that fun for you? Does it excite you?”
Your silence combined with a slight blush and offended expression told her everything you tried to keep away from her. “Oh my god. It does.” She made a surprised face combined with wonder and something else. “You're disgusting.”
“So what? You can't be talking. You drank my blood. I think that's more gross.’
She tilted her head, moving it closer to your face. “Really?”
“I'm sure this grosses you out then, right?” She sniffed at your neck, scratching it with her fangs. “You want me to stop, right?”
“Y-yes.” You muttered out, desperately trying to keep a poker face but God, it felt so good. She had you right where she wanted you and you both knew it.
“I don't think you do.” She noticed, biting on your earlobe now. “I see, feel and hear more, you know. For example, your blood running quicker. Your heartbeat. Or the scent of your arousal, like right now.” Well, now you wanted to die on the spot.
“No.” She smiled, wickedly. “But we can prove it if you'd like.” Her hand started sliding lower, until it reached the hem of your pants.
You didn't stop her. You didn't want to, and you didn't have the strength to pretend anymore. She won, once again.
Her body was naturally colder than yours so when her hand sneaked inside your underwear, you shivered and cursed under your breath. Your knees gave up on you but Jennifer held you up, her hips pressing yours up into the wall.
“Tsk. Tsk. Giving up already? You talk a lot, but clearly that's all you can do.” She teased you with words while her fingers simultaneously reached your wet folds. You melted into her embrace.
JJ was also getting sick of talking. You made her angry, and so worried. She needed to let it out. And you deserved to be the object of her frustrations. After all, the entire situation circled back to you in the first place.
“You're making my life. so. hard.” She emphasized each word with a push of her fingers. “I'm sick of you.’
“Likewise” you managed to groan out. You wrapped an arm around her neck, the other hand clawing at her clothed back. You couldn't help but clench around her digits each time she pushed it in, reluctant to let go.
“So greedy” JJ hummed, picking up her pace. Her thumb gathered the slick of your arousal and spread it, circling your aching clit. “Hehe.”
She was so full of herself it pissed you off but you wanted more from her. No, you needed it.
“JJ…” you whimpered, intentionally ignoring her approving smile at you finally using the correct form of her name. “Bite me.”
Her moves faltered for a second but she quickly composed herself again, leaving a soft kiss where your neck met the shoulder. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes” you huffed out. “Please. Please, JJ. Feed on me.”
She didn't need a lot of convincing. She was tired of holding herself back. And you always seemed to be taunting her, too, as if it wasn't already hard enough. She wanted to punish you. To make you suffer the consequences for once.
She bit down on your neck, hard, without an ounce of gentleness. And you liked it - you didn't want gentle, not from her, not after all this time of dancing around each other in this weird tension and bizarre situation.
It felt like heaven. It was almost enough to make you cum, but what really did it for you was JJ’s little moan when your hot blood hit her tongue. She lapped at your neck like a hungry kitten, lost in it while you climaxed. Afterwards she did the same to your cum, enjoying it almost as much as life-giving blood.
After she took her anger out, she was calmer than ever, taking care of you and making sure nothing harmed you - neither herself or whatever else when you were out. Now you two were laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I do want to go outside more. I don't want to hide forever.” You said.
“I know.” JJ answer came in the dark.
“Will it ever end?’ You turned to look at her face. You never really admired her so openly. Her light hair, so soft and flowy. Her deep eyes. The bruises and scars on her face (and the rest of her body, as you learned).
She nodded reassuringly. “Yeah. We'll figure it out.”
You accepted that response. For now, it had to be enough.
You drifted off to sleep in the safety of her arms, the last thing you saw being her finally peaceful face, hit by the moonlight streaming through the crack in your curtains.
