Here for the Human
Pairing: Vampire!Pietro x Reader (3rd Person)
Word Count: 1475
Summary: Vampires aren’t welcome in this part of the town, you don’t mind them so much.
Request: Hiya! So i looked over the bingos and noticed the Secret Relationship square was unused, so I was wondering if I could get that with Vampire! Pietro Maximoff. The reader is human and since vampires are quite known relationships between the two are frowned upon so they have to meet up in secret. I'm sorry if this is vague i suck at writing requests 😭
Written for: @mcukinkbingo | @anyfandomkinkbingo | @anyfandomfluffbingo | @anyfandomangstbingo
Squares Filled: character enjoys biting | public sex | public sex | stalking
He thought he was being discreet.
After all, he was silent when he moved.
Pietro watched her from afar, in the shadows where he stayed hidden. He had been watching him, watching her. His nostrils flared at the thought of anyone even getting within a mile of her. His tongue runs along the bottom of his teeth, he can feel the liquid, taste the phantom blood. Pietro wants to hurt him more than he realised. But he manages to stop himself, there is something in the way that he watches the woman, she is slowing down but he can feel her heart racing. It was practically pumping out of her chest.
She knew that she was being followed. A dead give away when, in her peripherals, she saw a shadow slow every time she did, turn every time she did. She could have easily called for help but Pietro just smirked, he realized that her hands were in her pockets.
“Good girl.” He whispers to himself, nodding his head as he turns the corner at an alarmingly fast pace.
Pietro doesn’t need to interfere with her and the man that is behind her, stalking her every move. That guy has no chance; against Pietro or her for that matter. He heard the metal clinging around in her pocket, witnessed the quick movements of her arms whisking back for her fist to connect with the man’s jaw.
“Your mother never taught you how to treat and respect a woman I see?” she smirk, staring down at the blood trickling from the man’s fresh cut on his cheek. “You might wanna clean that up, before a you know what comes flying down because they caught a sniff of that.”
The man sneers at her but it disappears as quickly as it comes.
“Too late.” The accented voice says after a thud, his feet hitting the ground beneath him. “But you may think twice about following women when they are walking home.”
“I appreciate the help but I-” She starts as the man rushes to his feet and away from the both of them, quickly interrupted by the man who had jumped out of nowhere.
“Didn’t need it, I know.” Pietro finishes for her, holding his hands up before he takes a step back. She stops him with her hand wrapped around his wrist. She takes a look at their surroundings, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she smiles, gnawing at the corner of her bottom lip.
“You want me here, Princessa? Where all these humans could see us?” He pulls her in close, hands on her hips as he does so, butterflies begin roaming her lower abdomen.
She doesn’t say anything, her eyes drifting from his to his lips, then further to where his jeans suddenly become a little too tight. Her fingers reach up and run through the silver strands of his long hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp before she pulls his face closer to his to connect their lips.
“Right here.” Is the only whispered words shared between the two of them other than moans and groans. She drops her hands from his hair to the collar of his shirt to pull it away from his hidden skin. Exposing the sliver of pale skin, she licks up the length of his throat, pressing kisses to the sweet spot just under his ear. “Shh, Pietro. Don’t want anyone to find you, baby. Don’t want anyone to take you away from me.”
“No need to worry, Princessa.” He smirks as he pulls away, gazing into her eyes. Whilst doing so, he fails to notice her hand trail down his body, fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt to tug his button and zipper down. He almost whines at the contact when she easily finds his hard cock underneath.
“You were saying,” she whispers into his ear, her teeth scraping against his throat. “Quiet.”
Pietro almost chokes at the surprising contact between her teeth and her hand, he knows that he won’t be able to keep it together for very long. He feels her smile against his heated skin before her teeth sink into his throat a little deeper. Usually it’s the other way around but Pietro finds himself completely aroused at how the tables had turned.
“Keep doing that.” He moans, holding her head a little closer to his neck “Deeper”
She accepts the soft command, teeth sinking into his skin; on the verge of pain when she almost broke his skin and drew blood.
Humming, she grips his cock a little tighter, she smirks against his neck when she feels him rut against her hand.
“Princessa.” He whines, grabbing onto her waist.
“You want me to stop, baby?”
“Fuck! No! But I want to make you come, princessa.” Butterflies swarm within her lower abdomen, she can hear the desire and the desperation in his voice but the quickening pace of her hand makes him forget about reciprocating his pleasure for hers.
“Save it for later, you can make me come however many times you want when we get home, Vampire. Want my pussy to be just for you and only you.” She breaths, finally detaching herself from his neck. “Don’t want any other person or creature to look at what’s yours.”
He swears that he could come from her words alone but he holds on with each and every ounce of strength he has left in him. Pietro’s mouth falls open when she gets on her knees in front of him. “Here, Princessa? Don’t do this to me.”
“Your come in my mouth is easier to clean than if it was on my hand.” She internally moans at her own words, the sound matched by Pietro’s own deep guttural groan.
He mutters a string of curses in Sokovian, and she was well on her way to acquiring all the swear words in Sokovian. She pulls down his pants, humming when she sees his cock bounce inches from her face.
She doesn’t seem to mind when he wraps his fingers around the back of her head to pull her in closer, he wants her to touch him with every part of her body. The gravel scrapes against her knees but a numbness settles in, thankfully she can’t feel the slight pain within her knees.
Her tongue darts out and over the bead of pre come leaking from the tip of his dick. Pietro hissed at the sensation, the contact too overwhelming yet also not enough. She grabs the base of his cock, the other wrapped around to his behind, squeezing him and pulling Pietro closer to her. She closed the space between them as she shoved his cock into her mouth, pumping the rest of him, that she couldn’t fit, in her hand. His hips moving on their own accord, fucking her mouth.
With his cock hitting the back of her throat, she hollows her cheeks and takes him in deeper. Making Pietro moan above her, she looks up at him through her eyelashes. While her head bobbed up and down, she took him all in until the tip of her nose hit his pelvis, her hand trailed down her body, over her stomach. Her grip on his thighs loosened and she felt her wet pussy throbbing again, she needed to relieve herself. Her fingers find her pussy lips and spread them, her middle finger sinking into her cunt and thumb circling her clit. She moaned around Pietro’s cock, enjoying the feel of that and the clenching of her walls around her own finger. The vibrations had him moaning and groaning himself.
“Fuck! Yes…fuck yes. Right there, Princessa!” Her tongue swirled around his tip and his hold on her head tightened, loving the feeling of her warm, wet mouth around him. The rotation of his hips stutters and she can tell he’s close to his release, she increases the pace and intensity of the pleasure she hopes to bring him.
He thrusts once more and he’s ready to let go, he wants to come so badly but he doesn’t want the moment between the two of them to end; even if it leads to him eating her out. He wants to prolong this for as long as possible. He can’t do it any longer though, her mouth feels so fucking good around him and he can’t help but lose control.
Once he spills every last drop he has to give, she swallows his seed before she pulls away from him, a string of her saliva still connecting her mouth to his length, he whines at the loss of contact, his abs convulsing at his unexpected sensitivity.
“We are going home right now, Princessa.” Pietro moans, pulling her to her feet, cupping her pussy through her clothes. “This cunt is mine. I can’t wait to taste it.”
