Sting.
Synopsis: When a vampire seemingly flirts with you at Morticia’s ball, Eugene feels the words sting his ego. Until he takes it out on you…
warnings: Jealousy! Oral (Fem! Recieving!), rough-ish sex!, p in v!,
A/N: after I’ve gotten so many requests, here it is finally 🧎♀️
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The grand hall of Nevermore Academy pulsed with the eerie elegance of the Addams Family ball. Flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the stone walls, and the air hummed with a mix of gothic waltzes and whispered secrets.
You clung to Eugene arm, your black gown hugging your curves as you navigated the crowd of outcasts in elaborate costumes. Eugene looked almost out of place in his simple suit, his slight frame and glasses giving him that perpetual nerdy charm you adored. But tonight, amid the werewolves and witches, he seemed even smaller, more vulnerable.
You laughed at something he said, leaning in to kiss his cheek, when a tall figure approached. He was a senior vampire type, all sharp jawline and confident smirk, his eyes lingering too long on your exposed neckline.
'Hey, beautiful,' he drawled, ignoring Eugene entirely. 'Care to dance? This little guy's probably stepping on your toes already.'
Eugene stiffened beside you, his hand tightening on your arm.
'She's with me,' he said, voice steady but edged with jealousy. The vampire chuckled, glancing down at Eugene like he was a pesky insect.
'Yeah? You sure about that? She looks like she could use a real man to sweep her off her feet. No offense, nerd—stick to your bees or whatever.' The crowd nearby snickered, and heat flushed Eugene's cheeks.
You rolled your eyes, waving off the vampire. 'I'm fine, thanks. Buzz off.' But when you turned to Eugene, he was fuming, his jaw clenched.
'Did you see that? He thinks he can just—' You cut him off with a light laugh, brushing your fingers through his hair.
'Come on, Eugene. It's nothing. Don't let it get to you.' Your dismissal only fueled the fire in his eyes. He grabbed your wrist, not roughly, but with a possessiveness that sent a thrill up your spine.
'We're leaving,' he muttered, pulling you through the throng toward the dorms.
The door to his room slammed shut behind you, the faint hum of the ball distant now. Eugene pushed you against the wall, his smaller body pressing into yours with surprising force.
'You think it's nothing?' he growled, hands sliding up your thighs under your gown, bunching the fabric.
'That asshole thought he could take you from me. You're mine, Y/N. Only mine.' His lips crashed into yours, hungry and demanding, tongue thrusting deep as if to claim every inch.
You gasped into the kiss, your hands fisting his shirt.
'Eugene—' But he silenced you, nipping at your neck hard enough to leave marks. 'Say it,' he demanded, fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them down your legs. 'Tell me you're mine.' You nodded, breathless, as he dropped to his knees, shoving your gown higher.
His mouth found your pussy without hesitation, tongue lapping at your folds, sucking your clit with a fervor that made your knees buckle beneath you.
'Fuck, Eugene,' you moaned, threading fingers through his messy hair. He growled against you, the vibration shooting pleasure straight to your core.
His hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer, tongue fucking into you relentlessly. You were already soaked, dripping down his chin, but he didn't stop—licking, sucking, devouring like he needed to erase any trace of anyone else's gaze on you.
He stood abruptly, shedding his clothes with frantic urgency. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, not massive but perfectly suited to him—veined and leaking pre-cum.
'On the bed,' he ordered, voice rough. You complied, stripping off your gown and lying back, legs spread invitingly. Eugene climbed over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. 'Look at me,' he said, eyes dark with jealousy.
'Only me.' He thrust into you in one swift motion, burying his cock deep in your pussy.
You cried out, walls clenching around him as he set a punishing pace—hips snapping hard, balls slapping against your ass. 'Mine,' he grunted with each thrust, free hand roaming your body, pinching your nipples until they ached.
'This pussy is mine. Your tits, your mouth— all of it.' He released your wrists to flip you over, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours. His hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting making you yelp and push back against him.
He fucked you harder from behind, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other rubbing your clit in tight circles. 'You brushed me off back there,' he panted, voice laced with that raw possessiveness.
'But you won't again. Cum for me, Y/N. Show me who you belong to.' The words, the angle, the relentless pounding—it all built until you shattered, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as waves of orgasm crashed over you.
Eugene followed seconds later, groaning your name as he slammed deep and filled you with hot spurts of cum.
He collapsed over you, both of you panting, his arms wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go.
'You're mine,' he whispered against your skin, softer now, pressing kisses along your shoulder.
'Always.' You smiled, turning to capture his lips, the jealousy faded into something tender and secure.
