𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣
Vampire!Noah x Reader x Vampire!Jolly
Tags: vampires, blood drinking, slight mind control, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), boys kissing, cuddling, purring, adorable fledgeling!noah, he's also a little subby :3
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“I thought that we agreed not to scare away our guests.” Noah leaps back from you, his hands letting go as if he were burnt. You hastily scramble back, your body reacting on impulse—it’s more than happy to gain some distance between the two of you. “There’s no need to be afraid, my dear. Noah tends to get a little bit ahead of himself sometimes.” or You become the very willing victim of two bloodthirsty, lusting vampires.
A/N: it’s finally here, after a month and a half of working on it!! shoutout @jestersnotebook for creating the brainworm that is vampire!Noah and his purring. Also there’s a small amount of mindfuckery in this but generally the reader is happily consenting to everything. Just to make it clear.
After buying you a few drinks, he tells you that his name is Noah, and that he’s looking for company for the night. He certainly is charming—complimenting your dress, your hair, your makeup—focusing on the little details that you thought no one would notice. You quickly become enamoured by him, as the two of you share stories from your lives. Conversing feels easy, familiar—as if you are talking to an old friend.
“I don’t live far from here, if you don’t mind walking?”
You don’t even hesitate before agreeing. You don’t want to imagine this night ending. Something tells you that once you part ways, you’ll never see him again. You’re not quite sure what the night holds, but you certainly want to find out.
He has a certain feeling about him. There’s a certain aura that emanates from him. You have an inkling of why that is—but you want to find out more. You know what you’re getting yourself into, and you can’t stop yourself.
He leads you to what looks to be a very cosy home from the outside. It’s a little bit surpising—you were expecting some sort of grand, dilapidated mansion. As he unlocks the door, you can’t help the shiver of anticipation that runs through you.
You barely make it inside before Noah decides that he can’t hold back anymore.
He leaves a soft kiss along the pulse point of your neck, and you can't help but let out a slight moan at the touch. His lips feel so cold against you, but they do nothing to soothe the ache that’s beginning to settle deep inside of you.
His grip on you is tight, his fangs grazing along your neck. There’s a deep-rooted fear lacing with dread inside of you—yet you can’t help but want to sink deeper into his touch, let yourself go, hand yourself over to his primal desires. You’re practically shaking in his grip, fear and arousal manifesting in a loss of control over your own body. There’s something inside of you screaming at you to get away—yet you ignore it. Every nerve and bone in your body is set alight, telling you to run to safety. You don’t listen. You let yourself sink deeper into his control.
Your eyes drift shut, as you brace yourself for whatever is to come.
“I thought that we agreed not to scare away our guests.”
Noah leaps back from you, his hands letting go as if he were burnt. You hastily scramble back, your body reacting on impulse—it’s more than happy to gain some distance between the two of you.
“There’s no need to be afraid, my dear. Noah tends to get a little bit ahead of himself sometimes.”
The man approaches Noah, setting his hands on his shoulders, holding him in place. Noah rolls his eyes, and it almost makes you laugh. Almost. The undercurrent of fear thrumming through you is what prevents it. If you were scared before, you’re terrified now.
“How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Joakim.”
You stay unmoving, not entirely convinced by what is happening.
“Little fledgeling, I thought we had agreed on how to treat our guests, hmm?”
Joakim doesn’t seem mad—just more so amused.
“I wasn’t—I wasn’t going to do anything,” Noah insists.
“Mmm, I’m not so sure about that. You both seemed to be enjoying yourselves, at least as far as I could tell.”
Now that your heart has had a chance to calm itself, you fully take in this ‘Joakim’ figure. Though he’s not as tall as Noah, he’s certainly imposing in his own way. He’s dressed in all black, much like Noah—adorning black slacks and a black button-up shirt. His hair is much longer though, flowing down his back, with the rest of it tied up into a small bun. He looks visibly older than Noah—though you're not quite sure by how much.
You remain unmoving, despite Joakim’s little comment. He lets go of Noah, approaching you, intrigued. You walk backwards until your back hits the wall. He follows after you, a slight smile evident on his lips.
You’re trapped.
Despite the fear that’s screaming to be acknowledged, you don’t run. There’s a part of you that’s simply waiting, itching to be violated, consumed, ruined. That part of you is currently winning when it comes to your decision making.
“Are you intoxicated, my dear?” Joakim asks, reaching out and tilting your chin in order to get a better look at your eyes.
You shiver at the touch. You don’t dare to flinch away. There’s something that’s making you want to melt right against him. His touch emanates a sense of safety, and his tone of voice only serves to soothe you further. You can feel yourself sinking deeper, surrendering to him. You try to look away—but you can’t.
“A little bit,” you admit. You only feel the tiniest bit tipsy, but something tells you not to lie to him.
Joakim sighs. You shrink, before he reassures you.
“It’s not your fault. Noah here shouldn’t have bought you any drinks. I really don’t know what he was trying to achieve,” Joakim rolls his eyes and sighs once more. “We have rules, you know,” he shoots in Noah’s direction. “You’ll have to be punished, but all in due time.”
Noah looks down at the ground, head hung low. He’s become the complete opposite of the person that initially seduced you. He seems to have become a shy, obedient thing in the wake of Joakim’s presence. Their dynamic is so strange. It really makes you wonder what exactly their relationship is.
Joakim turns to you. “Growing pains. He’s only been turned fairly recently—well, at least for our standards. He’s still learning,” he explains as he lifts Noah's head by the chin, gently tucking a strand of hair that’s fallen free behind his ear. Noah seems to sink into his touch, similar to the way that you had ached to do.
You’re not really sure what to make of all of this.
Joakim turns to you, reaching a hand out. You hesitantly grasp it, interlacing your fingers with his. You’re not quite sure what exactly pushes you to do that. Your body moves on autopilot, driven by a desire that you can’t quite seem to control. His thumb traces little circles into your hand. It’s awfully soothing—even though it really shouldn't be.
“Now, my dear, let me do this the proper way. Would you like to join us tonight?”
You nod eagerly, eyes widening at the prospect. Your initial fear seems to have fled to the back of your mind. It’s nowhere to be found. Your brain is no longer screaming at you to get away—it seems to have been silenced.
“Words, sweet thing. I need to know that this is something that you want.”
“Yes. Please.”
Joakim nods. He turns to Noah. “Come, fledgeling. We have much to discuss tonight.”
Still holding you by the hand, he brings you through a set of solid, wooden double doors, into what seems like some sort of parlour. The intricate wooden furniture here seems to almost be centuries old—beautiful, intricate patterns woven into the grain of the dark oak wood. There’s a massive window on one end of the room—though it’s partially obscured by a heavy curtain.
Joakim leads you to sit down on one end of an L-shaped couch. There’s a small ache in your chest that makes itself known once he lets go of your hand.
You make yourself comfortable on the couch. You can’t help but admit that the room feels strangely comforting.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Some water would be nice.”
Joakim sends Noah off to retrieve some. Joakim sits down on the opposite side of the couch, keeping a distance between the two of you. You’re grateful for it, but simultaneously there’s a part of you that aches to reach out for him. Though there’s something about his presence that simply draws you in, you can’t help but feel a little bit suffocated by it. It’s almost like you can’t think straight when he’s close to you.
Noah soon returns with a pitcher of water and some glasses, setting them down on the coffee table, before pouring some for each of you.
“Please, try to sober up, my dear. I don’t intend to do anything while you’re still intoxicated.”
You nod, taking a sip of water and willing your hands to stop shaking. You don’t really feel drunk anymore—at least not from the alcohol. Joakim’s presence in itself makes you feel intoxicated in a certain way. It’s certainly stronger than any form of liquor.
Joakim looks at Noah and softly pats his lap. Noah then joins him. He lies down on the couch, with his head resting in Joakim’s lap. He seems to instantly relax, sinking into the couch. It’s the antithesis of his earlier behaviour.
You feel a need to fill the silence. It’s stifling, and it feels like the longer they’re silent, the more out of control you feel. You can feel Joakim’s stare, silently reading you.
“Joakim,” you say, testing how the word feels in your mouth. “That’s a bit of a strange name.”
He laughs. “You can call me Jolly, if you prefer. I don’t mind.”
You nod.
“So, do tell me how you and Noah ended up here in the first place. I was quite surprised to see that he had brought a guest over without my prior consent.”
“You weren’t meant to be home,” Noah mumbles.
You can’t help but look at Noah then. While he’s laying on Jolly’s lap, his head is tilted to the side—towards your direction. You briefly make eye contact with him, before blushing and looking away. He’s got such a sweet expression on his face that you ache to look back at him.
Jolly shakes his head, letting out a small sigh. “I really do apologize for his behaviour. I promise that he didn’t have bad intentions. He’s still learning, I’m afraid—and I shouldn’t have trusted that he would be okay on his own.”
You nod. “I—despite everything, I still felt like I could trust him,” you admit.
Jolly nods. “It’s not exactly a manipulation thing, but some vampires can almost…radiate their intentions? He wasn’t going to truly hurt you, and he certainly wouldn’t have killed you. It was his way of reassuring you, I suppose. It can feel a little overwhelming when it happens.”
Looking back, it’s hard to imagine that the man currently curled up on the couch, with his head in Jolly’s lap, was the one that seemed to have some sort of power to manipulate your conciousness. He currently looks like a sweet little thing, tired and defenceless, putting all of his trust in Jolly. It’s almost endearing—but there’s too many thoughts racing through your mind to allow you to focus on that.
“Do you have any other…powers?” You ask.
“I can’t really read your mind, if that’s what you’re wondering, but I can read your feelings. I can get a general idea of what emotions you’re feeling. So can Noah.”
“That’s…interesting.”
Jolly makes a noise of agreement. “For example, I know that right now, you’re feeling a little bit nervous. But still—you’re curious. Would that be correct?”
You nod, looking down at your lap. It’s scary to feel so seen. You’re not used to someone being able to read you so easily.
“That’s okay, darling. There’s no need to be shy.” Jolly says softly.
He seems to not want to disturb Noah—he’s been keeping a watchful eye on him throughout this whole conversation. His hand cards through Noah’s hair, gently scratching his scalp. Noah’s eyes are shut, and his breaths are coming out slow and steady. He's clearly coming down from a high, and it's taking a lot out of him. The prospect of having you all to himself, away from Jolly’s careful watch, was clearly a lot for him to handle.
“Have you and Noah known each other long?”
“I found him a few weeks after he had been turned. I had heard of a vampire going on a rampage—violently murdering people in ways that a vampire usually wouldn't. Newly turned vampires don't get their fangs until the next full moon—so they have to resort to other methods of getting blood. Usually, their sire feeds them, but in Noah's case, he was left all alone.”
“Oh.” You can’t hide the fact that your chest aches a little bit at the thought.
“I managed to track him down with the intention of killing him, but decided to take him in instead. He's learnt a lot since then. I've tried my best to take care of him. Somewhere along the way, we fell for each other," he explains, voice softening, still petting Noah's hair.
You nod. “He doesn’t look dangerous,” you admit.
“Right? It’s hard to believe that it was him. But a vampire turned him, and left him to fend for himself. It’s no wonder that he succumbed to his desires. There was no one there to teach him how to safely feed, how to do so without the loss of human lives. Not to mention the fact that he couldn’t even feed properly if he wanted to—since he didn’t have fangs yet. He was left alone, scared and confused. He was in a horrible state when I first found him—barely holding onto his own life. Poor thing’s been through a lot.”
You look down at the curled-up creature in Jolly’s lap, and your heart aches for him. You can’t deny that right now, he looks adorably defenceless and innocent. He must give the impression of a wet little puppy when he’s sad.
You almost stop yourself, but curiosity gets the better of you. “How do you do it, then? Feed, I mean?”
Jolly can’t suppress the indulgent smile that your question brings. “Willing participants, almost like yourself—though usually they’re told exactly what their purpose is. Noah really shouldn’t have done what he did with you.”
You shake your head. “Honestly, I knew what I was getting myself into. I could feel the danger—but I still chased after it.”
“That’s normal. Like I said, Noah didn’t have any bad intentions. If I hadn’t been home to stop him, not much would have happened. I’m sure you would have left here satisfied—though most likely questioning whether you had truly wanted what had happened.”
You nod. The implication of Noah having his way with you makes you clench your thighs, a slight shiver running through you.
“You can be honest with me, it’s okay. I’m hoping that you can find yourself to trust me.”
“I do,” you admit. “There’s just something about you that makes me feel like I can trust you. Even though I don’t know you, even though you could clearly hurt me if you wanted to.”
“Is that something that you don’t want? Being hurt?”
“I—I don’t know. I could feel Noah’s fangs against my neck, earlier—but I still submitted to him. It’s almost like my body wanted it.”
Jolly pauses. “That’s not uncommon. Most people yearn to feel danger in a controlled environment—and that’s exactly what that was. Though Noah technically posed a sense of danger, you were still safe with him.”
You sit there, mulling over your thoughts. You suppose that he’s right.
“What’s—what’s going to happen now?” You ask, swallowing.
“Whatever you want, really. You’re the one in charge here. You can ask more questions, and I’d be happy to explain more to you. You can leave here and we can pretend that this never happened.” Jolly’s voice drops just the slightest bit. “Or, you can stay here and we can see how this could play out.”
You swallow. “If this does ‘play out’, then how would it go?”
“For a start, you could sit a little closer to me, maybe cuddle up a little bit. It’ll help me get a better grasp on how you’re feeling.”
His offer is open-ended. He doesn’t force or coax you.
You take in a deep breath, steering yourself. You shyly inch forward, scooting along the couch until you’re nearly touching him. Being so close to him feels so overwhelming. The sheer presence of him floods your senses. There’s a quick thought of ‘I want to be consumed by him’ that you can’t really suppress.
“You’re such a nervous little thing, it really is adorable. It’s so clear that you want this—yet you’re nervous about how exactly to go about it.”
“I can’t help it,” you whisper.
“I know, and that’s what makes you so adorable,” he says, looking at you with something akin to fondness. “Do you want to come a little bit closer? Rest your head on my shoulder, dear. Allow yourself to relax.”
You do as he says, and you can’t help but sink against him. The second your skin meets his, it’s like an overwhelming sense of calmness washes over you. It feels like your head almost goes blank for a moment, all of your problems and worries fading away. You let out a small sigh.
“Would you like to pet Noah a little bit? He pretends to act all tough, but he loves attention. He’s like an affectionate little kitten.”
You reach your hand out, hesitantly resting it on Noah’s head. You’re not quite sure if he’s asleep or just resting his eyes—but either way he moves his head in your direction, bumping it against your hand. He makes a little noise of affection that you can’t quite describe. It seems that your touch is very much appreciated.
“He’s so different to how he was earlier,” you can’t help but muse. Your voice comes out a little bit drowsy, but you can’t control it.
Jolly’s voice is undoubtedly fond when he speaks of Noah. “The idea of having an entire human to himself was a lot to take in, I suppose. He’s someone that feels emotions very intensely, so he’s crashing from a little bit of an emotional high right now. It’s a common thing for him. I’ve learned how to take care of him when he’s like this. Usually, he just needs some time to decompress, and a little bit of affection.”
“You seem like you really care for him. A lot,” you say, as you card your hand through Noah’s hair.
“I do. I really do.”
You hear a slight rumbling noise coming from Noah, as he tries to nuzzle his face into your hand. You move your hand a little bit, affectionately scratching his chin. “Is he… purring?”
Jolly snorts at that. “Yes. He does that sometimes. He’s completely in control of it—which means that he wants to say that he really appreciates your attention right now.”
You can’t help but coo at Noah. “You’re so sweet,” you comment. Usually, you’d be too shy to indulge in something like this, but your brain acts on impulse. Noah makes a soft noise in his throat in response.
“I really love when he gets all obedient like this. He’s the cutest when he’s pliant,” Jolly comments.
Noah seems to be becoming more cognizant, letting out little noises after everything that you and Jolly say. Eventually, his eyes blink open, and they meet yours. It makes your heart stop for a second. His wide, brown eyes meet yours, slightly glazed over yet still staring at you with an adoration that you can’t quite place. He nuzzles his face into Jolly’s thigh, letting out another wave of purrs. It’s so awfully endearing.
You keep petting Noah, though you can’t deny that you’re already thinking ahead. Your mind is racing, wondering how it’ll feel to finally have Jolly’s fangs sink into your neck. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the thought.
“Getting a little bit excited, hmm?” Jolly teases, placing two fingers underneath your chin and gently moving your head so that you’re looking at him.
You notice that his eyes appear much darker than before. You can’t look away. Though you feel safe in his hands, you can’t help but also feel a little bit like his prey. You won’t deny that the thought excites you.
Jolly gives you a hungry grin, and your eyes are immediately drawn to his fangs. You can’t help the shiver that runs through you. Something inside of you screams that it wants you to be consumed.
You barely register Jolly’s soft suggestion before you’re subconsciously moving. You reposition yourself until you’re sitting between Jolly’s legs, your back to his chest. Noah’s head now rests in your lap—a fact that you’re reminded of when he presses his face against you and lightly traces his fangs along your thigh. It takes all of your self restraint to not buck into his touch.
Jolly noses against your neck, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you. “It’s important that you relax, sweet thing. It can get easy for your head to spiral when this happens. It's best to allow your body to submit. I promise that I’ll take care of you,” Jolly soothes.
One of his hands finds your hip, rubbing comforting circles over the fabric of your dress. You can’t help but ache for more. You know that Jolly is simply trying to comfort you—yet you can’t help but think of his fingers in a more lewd scenario. You can feel how you’re soaking your panties—and yet you don’t feel the slightest hint of shame.
Jolly leans in and gently nips at your earlobe. You can’t even stifle the gasp that escapes you.
“Please,” you whisper.
“Please, what, my dear?”
“Please touch me,” you gasp. It’s barely audible.
Jolly’s smile is practically predatory. He slowly guides your dress up until it’s bunched around your waist. He trails his fingers against your soft tummy, letting out a hum of appreciation. You can’t help but flinch at his initial touch. His hands are so cold.
Once he’s done admiring the softness of your skin, he keeps his hand there. His arm is now resting across your stomach, keeping you bracketed against him. His other hand then begins to wander further down. His fingers trail along the edge of the delicate lace of your panties, threatening to dip beneath the fabric.
“Please,” you beg. Your mind feels so deliciously cloudy due to the teasing touch—all you can think about is your pleasure.
Finally, his fingers trail down your clothed center, the touch featherlight and barely there, his two fingers tracing the outside of your pussy. Still, you arch into his hand—at least as much as the hand that’s wrapped around your waist allows. Jolly effortlessly keeps you close to him, effectively restraining you.
Noah’s head continues to rest on your thigh, and you can’t help but feel deliciously exposed. His eyes are still glazed over and cloudy—though still, he watches as Jolly teases you. Noah looks about as gone as you feel. You’re not quite sure what it is that’s making you feel this way, but it’s affecting Noah too.
“You’re so wet,” Jolly hums appreciatively, as his fingers trace along your soaked panties.
Despite Jolly finally providing the stimulation that you had ached for, it still isn’t enough. Feeling his featherlight touch trace along your clothed pussy feels like absolute torture. You need to feel him against you. Desperately.
“I need more. Please,” you can’t help but admit.
Jolly gently traces his hand along your skin, placating you. “Would you like Noah to join in? I’m sure that he’d love to taste that sweet little pussy of yours.”
You nod, albeit still a little shy.
“Words, darling.”
“Please. I need the both of you.”
Jolly hums appreciatively.
“Rest your head on my shoulder, dear.”
You can't help but obey. You lean back into him, letting your body practically go limp in his grasp.
“There we go. Just let yourself relax, sweet thing.”
There’s just something about his words that make you want to blindly follow him, succumb to this temptation that he’s leading you into.
Jolly’s hands continue to stroke your pussy over your panties. It’s so painfully teasing. You just know that he’s taking sick pleasure in feeling how your wetness seeps through the fabric. It seems that he greatly enjoys knowing just how desperate he makes you.
He doesn’t spend too long torturing you, though. Soon, he manages to remove your panties, and you’re left bare. You don’t fail to notice how Noah’s head still lays on your lap, only inches away, his hazed eyes patiently watching your exposed pussy. It should be embarrassing, really—but all it does is send a wave of arousal through you.
Jolly’s fingers brush through your folds, and you can’t even hide your gasp. His fingers—rough and calloused—feel deliciously good when they make direct contact with your centre. He toys with you a little bit, working your clit and then moving to tease your entrance with his fingers. You gasp when his finger pushes in slightly, only to immediately retreat.
“Please,” you beg.
There’s so many things that you want to say, so many things that you want to beg for—yet you can’t. Vocalizing the deep need that is seated inside of you feels impossible. All you can do is hope that Jolly understands your desperate whines and pleas.
You somehow manage to tilt your head in order to look at him. His eyes seem to be blown wide, dark and dangerous. Their hunger should scare you—but it doesn’t. There’s a self-satisfied smile on his face, and you can tell just how much he’s enjoying this. His fangs slightly poke out between his lips, and you can’t deny that they don’t look unbelievably attractive. You’re aching to see how they’ll feel once they fully sink into your neck.
You’re not really sure where that thought comes from.
Still making eye contact with you, Jolly pushes one of his thick fingers into your pussy.
Your eyes drift shut, and you let out a slight moan. You just know that he’s absolutely revelling in how he’s taking you apart.
The stretch feels delicious. His thick finger feels perfect inside of you. You can’t deny that it’s much longer and thicker than your own—and so it seems to perfectly hit the spot inside of you that makes you shake. Jolly takes some time to tease you with his finger, working you open a little bit. Soon, he slides a second finger inside. It feels like a stretch, but it goes in fairly easily. At this point, you’re so wet and desperate that your pussy is willing to accommodate just about anything.
Jolly traces his fangs along your neck, pressing them down just the slightest. It makes you gasp.
“Mmm, I can tell you liked that. Your pussy just got so much tighter around my fingers.”
His words only serve to make you tighten around his fingers even more.
Much to your surprise, Jolly’s actions aren’t desperate or rough. Instead, he slowly works your pussy, gently but intentionally moving his fingers. You weren’t initially sure if this would be enough for you—but soon enough, you feel your orgasm approaching.
Just as you feel like you’re about to cum, his fingers retreat from your pussy.
“Please,” you gasp, desperately arching your hips. “I need you. Please.”
You’re breathless, body shaking and thrumming with need. You just know that he’s wearing that sadistic smile again.
Wordlessly, he brings his slick-covered fingers in front of him. You can see how he’s admiring them, his tattooed fingers glistening with your pleasure. His hum of appreciation doesn’t go unnoticed.
He brings his fingers down to Noah’s lips. Momentarily, you’ve forgotten about your own desire. Jolly’s fingers teasingly trace Noah’s lips, spreading your release over them. Noah lets out a little whine, poking his tongue out, only for Jolly to pull his fingers away. You can feel his self-satisfied chuckle. Jolly seems to then take mercy on Noah, sliding his wet fingers into Noah’s mouth. You watch the sight that is Noah licking your slick off of Jolly’s fingers. Noah’s eyes are closed, as he appreciatively hums around Jolly’s fingers.
“Do you want to help make our girl feel good?” Jolly prompts.
The possessive pronoun sends a shiver through you. You know that you’re probably overthinking it, but it makes you feel like you’re their little toy, their little plaything to do with as they please.
Noah nods eagerly, though he still seems to be a little bit tired and not quite present. He slowly inches towards your pussy, lifting his head from your lap. He gives your pussy a hesitant lick, and you have to restrain yourself from bucking your hips into his face.
He gently works you, slowly licking through your folds. He seems desperate to taste you, and you can’t ignore the little noises and appreciative hums that he makes. He’s slow, but enthusiastic—taking his time to appreciate and worship you.
You can’t help but notice how Jolly's fangs scrape along the skin of your neck. Though you shiver at the light pain and the promise that it brings, you can't help but arch into it. The slight suspense keeps you on your toes, as you’re left to wonder when Jolly will finally sink his fangs into you.
“It’s okay. Lean your head against my shoulder. Let yourself relax.”
His tone of voice is soft yet firm, gently guiding you. You can’t help but succumb to his words. You let your eyes drift shut, and you allow yourself to sink into his hold. A feeling of complete acceptance and submission flows through you, and you can’t seem to resist it.
Jolly’s arm tightens slightly around your waist in order to stop you from moving as much under Noah’s ministrations. You can’t deny that the feeling of being restrained doesn’t do something to you. Noah doesn’t help the situation—desperately licking at your pussy, his tongue gently pushing at your entrance one moment, licking over your clit the next. He moans into your pussy, so appreciative yet desperate for more. You ache to move, grind against his face, push your hips against him, take control of the moment—yet you can’t. Jolly has you firmly pressed against his body, and there’s nothing that you can do about it. You can’t help but whine at your predicament.
It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to approach. Noah eagerly works you through it, his tongue insistently lapping at your wetness.
You let out a choked gasp as Jolly sinks his fangs into your neck. It’s undoubtedly painful, yet the pain only seems to intensify your orgasm. You get light-headed and forget how to breathe for a moment, until Jolly’s hand gently rubs at the other side of your neck.
You feel so dizzy once Jolly pulls away. Your head nearly falls forward once he lets go, but he manages to catch it. You barely register Jolly gently pulling Noah up, guiding Noah towards him. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, and you can see some of your blood drip down Jolly’s chin as he feeds it to Noah. Despite everything that’s happened tonight, this is the sight that makes your stomach flutter the most. You watch, through glazed-over eyes as Jolly and Noah hungrily make out, sharing both your blood and your release. The sight is so debauched and lewd that you can’t bring yourself to look away—despite how intimate the moment feels. Noah desperately licks at Jolly’s lips, cleaning off all of the blood there. He keeps his hands to himself, firmly gripped behind his back—the picture of obedience.
Your head goes blank for a moment, before you feel fangs at your neck once more.
You let out a distressed little whine. You barely register Jolly’s cooing and soothing noises, his hand gently rubbing at your hip in order to calm you down a little bit.
You can’t find it in you to resist. You let it happen.
Jolly’s fangs sink into your neck once more. It hurts more than before, without a doubt. There’s no orgasm or pleasure to distract you. You’re left to feel just the pain on its own. Your head feels like it’s spinning. You struggle to hold onto your conciousness—the only thing left to feel is the pain. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the acceptance of whatever is happening.
It feels right.
You know that you lose consciousness for a little bit. You’re not sure for how long.
You don’t really know what’s happening anymore, but you can feel someone licking at your neck. Judging by their enthusiasm, it’s most likely Noah. You can feel some warm blood trickle down your neck, but it’s quickly lapped up by him.
They’re talking, but you can’t really make out their words.
You let out a little whine.
“It’s okay, you’re okay. We’ve got you.” Jolly says, gently petting your head. It’s a motion that nearly forces you to relax. Sleepily, you notice that you’re still laying with your back to Jolly’s chest, though you’re nearly laying flat.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. Let yourself rest,” Jolly coos. His hand gently rubs against your bare thigh, as you notice that Noah throws a blanket over you. He tucks the blanket in around you, before clambering on top of you, his head laying on your chest. There’s a soft look in his eyes that you don’t quite want to analyse just this moment.
You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut. You’re too tired to keep them open. You can feel a slight rumbling on your chest, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognise that Noah has begun to purr once again. It’s oddly soothing. It’s what prompts you to fully relax. His weight on you, head resting on your chest, Jolly pressed against your back.
_ _ _ _ _
You wake up, groaning in pain. You’re not quite sure what hurts. It seems to be a bone-deep exhaustion that has sunken into you. You stretch out a little bit—as much as your body allows for—as you recall the events of the previous night. You shiver involuntarily at the thought. You’re laying on the same couch, a soft blanket keeping your body warm. You’re wearing a t-shirt and shorts that most definitely aren’t yours.
The sunlight streams in through gaps in the curtains, blinding you. You press your face into the pillow that's been placed underneath your head, wanting to stay asleep for a little bit longer. You’re not really sure what happens now, and you’d like to delay the inevitable.
Jolly doesn’t give you that mercy.
“Good, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” He asks. His voice makes you jump. You hadn’t noticed him. He’s sitting in an armchair in the corner. He places the book that he was reading face-down on the table.
“Fine,” you rasp. “A little bit sore, but I’m okay.”
You try your best to sit up, but you soon find out that your arms are too weak to support yourself.
“What the fuck…”
“Don’t worry about it, that’s normal. Your body is still a bit weak after losing so much blood. You’ll be okay fairly soon, though.”
You sigh, dropping your head into the pillow and letting out a slight groan.
There’s a quiet knock on the door, before it opens. “She awake?” Noah asks, stepping into the room.
He smiles so brightly when he lays his eyes on you.
You notice that he’s carrying a plate and a mug. He approaches you, setting them down on the coffee table. He brings up a footstool, sitting down on it beside you.
“Probably should have made you eat something last night, but you were pretty out of it,” he smiles sheepishly. It’s so adorably endearing. “Do you want to try sitting up for me?”
You nod, and Noah helps you get into position. Your body seems to still be fairly useless and uncooperative.
Noah is so soft and patient, it really is adorable. It’s nice to see what he’s like, especially after he was so out of it last night.
“You seem to be a lot more present today,” you can’t help but comment.
Noah nods. “Sometimes I get a little bit tired and overwhelmed. My brain just shuts down. That’s what happened last night.”
You notice that Jolly seems to be watching the two of you, a small smile on his face. His sense of approval makes you feel good.
“Is it okay if I feed you?” Noah asks hesitantly. It’s adorable how nervous he is—ironic comparing how just confident was when he was chatting you up last night.
You nod. You’re absolutely starving, and it doesn’t look like you’ll be able to feed yourself anytime soon.
“Sweet boy spent his time making breakfast for you,” Jolly adds, the beginnings of a fond smile on his face.
The blush that spreads over Noah’s face is so pretty.
Noah places the plate on his lap, and takes his time feeding you. There’s some warm, buttered toast, along with various fruit that he’s sliced up. The fruit is so deliciously sweet.
“It’s from our back garden,” Noah comments, as if reading your thoughts. Which, most likely, he is. “Jolly likes to spend his time gardening.”
You can’t help but giggle at that, the image amusing to you. You make eye contact with Jolly, and he raises an eyebrow at you. You can’t help but erupt into giggles.
“Wait, I thought that vampires couldn’t go out into the sun.”
“That’s an old rumour. Vampires spread it in order to catch people off guard, make them think that they’re safe during the day. Made it easier to find prey, I suppose,” Jolly replies.
Noah asks if you’re thirsty, and he brings the steaming mug up to your mouth. He gently tilts it, letting you take small sips. The tea is still warm and deceptively sweet.
“Too sweet?” Jolly asks, amused, watching your face.
“Just a little bit,” you smile.
“That’s Noah for you. He always adds too much honey.”
“Don’t be mean,” Noah whines.
“It’s okay, I appreciate the sweet treat,” you giggle.
Noah takes his time feeding you the rest of the food. You’re very much grateful for it.
“So am I just stuck here until I can move?”
“Pretty much,” Noah shrugs. “It’s okay though, we don’t mind,” he teases, making a show of running his tongue along his fangs.
Even though it’s a joke, you can’t help the shiver of desire that runs through you.
“Looks like someone enjoys the idea of that,” Noah smirks.
Jolly sighs. “Stop taunting her,” he scolds, though he can’t help his slight smile.
The three of you spend the rest of the day sharing easy conversation. You learn some more about their past. They’re very much happy to answer your questions and entertain your curiosity.
Once you regain your strength, you know that it’s time to head home. The sun has nearly set. You’ve been gone for almost twenty-four hours. Being in their company feels so unbelievably right. You don’t want to leave.
Noah lends you some sweats and a hoodie of his to wear on the way home. You take it, but only after he makes you promise that you’ll come back.
“Just to return them. Obviously. No other reason,” he blushes.
There’s a tight feeling in your chest. You can’t explain why, but your body screams at you to not leave. It feels like your heart physically breaks once you leave their house.
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