bite me!
vampire!nightwing x fem!reader
MINORS DNI.
just so you know: contains BLOOD, OBVIOUSLY. also tw: knife, attempted mugging. unprotected sex, a very MINOR praise kink. nightwing is a vampire. that’s all
1500 words, all dedicated to a certain discord channel
it feels like a dream. the warmth of his body weight between your legs as he pushes your back into the mattress, combined with the heady feeling of pain? pleasure? that’s flooding your senses. you know how you got here at least. you know who you are, where you are (in your bed, in your apartment) you know who the mayor is, who’s on top of you (nightwing) but still. something about it feels out of your grasp, your willpower melting into something syrupy that’s no doubt making your blood taste even better, you can only guess. your limbs feel heavy, detached from your body, and you feel your pulse at your neck, where nightwing’s lips are suctioned, his teeth deep in your vein. you’re happy to help him—he helped you, after all.
the cold metal of a blade presses into your neck, and you feel fear. you’re hot, so hot, but chills run up and down your body every time you (barely) exhale (not wanting to move an inch) and you know your hands are cold, clammy. this asshole probably just wants your bag, your wallet, your keys with the charms attached. (and you’d been willing to give it to him too.) but as nightwing hopped down from his perch on the nearest fire escape, you’d been pulled into the thief’s defensive position, a knife at your neck. nightwing, light on his feet like a ballet dancer, had been creeping closer towards you, ever-so-slowly. the man you were being pressed against was getting more frantic, you could feel it, and nightwing made his maneuver: getting his stick into the crook of the man’s knife holding elbow, yanking his arm away from you. in the process, the blade broke skin, and you felt the warmth of your blood start to ooze down your neck. you slap a hand to it, hurriedly pawing through your bag for a handkerchief. you’re aware of nightwing fighting the crook, the muffled sounds of their scuffle registering in your ears. metal on metal clangs as his knife is knocked to the concrete, and you hear nightwing mutter directions to his location into his earpiece, the white eyes of his domino mask narrowed as he looks at you.
you’re not sure how he knew where you lived, but you’re there, and you know he sees the pleading look in your eyes. you feel indebted to him, you were beginning to see your life flash before your eyes. adrenaline was coursing through your body, pounding through your veins, pushing blood out of the barely-there cut in your neck. you’d blinked, and ended up under him on your bed, his large hand cradling your head as he softly set you down.
it’s barely a pinch, barely a pinch when his teeth break skin, the area already numb. he’d lapped his pink tongue over the dark, drying blood on your neck, a spark igniting low in your belly.
you can feel his hard length rocking against the heat of your own crotch, the need for more radiating from the both of you, something palpable, solid. he moans into the crook of your neck, where his teeth are latched, and the warm breath across your flushed skin feels sinful, inviting. you wrap your otherwise idle hands around his torso, his strong, defined torso. the need for him grows stronger as his hips continue to rock against yours.
“n-nightwing, i—”
he sticks his gloved, blue middle and ring fingers in your mouth, and you leave them soaking, moaning around their weight on your tongue. you’re stammering out what’s probably a question, a ‘please,’ pathetic begging. he knows what you need, and he’s tracing the waistband of your underwear under your pants, the sensation heightened from his mouth on your neck. he reaches up to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the flushed skin. he lifts his head, and you don’t feel his teeth leave your neck, but you feel empty, so empty, whining as he nods at you, so sympathetic. you roll onto your belly, up onto your elbows. as he looks down at you, humming with approval. a shiver starts up your legs, happy to please, and he notes it, leaning farther over you.
“you sat like a dream for me, pretty girl.”
he brushes a hair out of your face as you look back at him. the sight of you on your belly under him, big eyes looking into his, sends his cock jerking. but instead, he sighs. he was so hasty. so pathetic for the way the crimson of your blood, your wound, was highlighting the curve of your sweet neck. his actions have been very, very unlike him. so impolite, so improper.
“i would like to apologize for earlier, and ask you directly this time. do i have your permission to penetrate you?”
you giggle, feeling a little delirious.
“of course, of course!”
he smiles, slight but warm, at your eager tone. before you know it, the top half of his blue and black suit is off, revealing a highly chiseled body that makes your throat suddenly very, very dry. he rubs a warm hand on your back, pulling your underwear down to bare his teeth at your bared skin. supple, soft. you squirm a little, feeling exposed, when nightwing grabs a handful. looking very pleased, he leans over you, nibbling at your ear while he nestles his length in your crevice. his weight on you feels amazing, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. you no longer feel the frantic adrenaline tensing through your body like it had been twenty minutes prior. nightwing licks a stripe across your throat, and you moan involuntarily, shivering as he blows a cool stream right where his tongue had touched.
he grips into the meat of your ass, pushing up to expose your dripping cunt. nightwing slides a finger through your folds, his adam's apple bobbing as he realizes how wet you are for him.
he sits back, quickly pulling his pants off, exposing exactly what you’d been feeling. the tip a pretty pink, it’s shiny, gleaming with pre as he takes himself in his hand, pumping once, twice. you can’t believe your eyes: nightwing almost seems shy when he realizes you’re looking back, watching him. his cheeks are pink under his dark domino mask. it’s all you can do not to tackle him and take him on the floor of your apartment. he must see the look in your eyes, because he’s back over you in a flash, thick forearms bracketing your head. you lift your hips up, and he spreads your legs farther, holding out his hand to you.
“spit.”
you blink at him, but you comply, and he strokes your saliva along his cock before lining his tip up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, such a gentleman, watching your reaction very closely as he gives you time to adjust. one of his hands snakes over, lacing his fingers with yours as you take a deep breath, nodding for more. he gives it to you, slowly, so slowly, until he’s seated to the hilt.
his teeth are latched back onto your neck, flames are licking up your spine. you’ve had sex before, sure, but this is different. very, very different. his hips are snapping into yours as you moan into his arm. you feel so full, his cock somehow stuffed into your hole as his teeth siphon blood from your neck. you lean your head back, barely able to squeak out a sentence.
“‘m close, nightwing—” his pace starts faster, the bed creaking with the force of his weight pounding into you, pounding you farther into the mattress. pleasure shoots from your head to your toes, the wave threatening to crest as he slows down (tease!) just to start up again, repeating the rhythm until you feel it, your toes curling. you cry out, nightwing sighing happily into the crook of your neck as you shake under him, coming apart from his ministrations.
your vision completely whites out, ecstasy vibrating through your limbs.
he sits back, his cum painting your dimpled lower back. his flushed cheeks and chest send your heart aflutter, watching him with your eyes half shut.
“did so, so well for me, darling.” he purrs.
you point him in the direction of the bathroom, and after helping to clean you up too, nightwing joins you in bed. he holds you close, an arm tucked around your middle.
coming from just penetration alone is very new for you.. but so is sex with a vampire. you never saw his full face, but you never needed to. he gave you something you never knew you needed, and held you afterwards like you’re something precious to him. the strong presence of his body at your back is so reassuring, exhaustion and peace weighing down your bones until you’re asleep in his arms.
a rose is on your bedside table, your companion from last night long gone. you’re not sure how he got out. your front door is locked, as are all your windows, but you don’t think about it too hard. you probably shouldn’t think about him too hard either.
post divider: @enchanthings <3
