Vampire! William x Reader
A tired young women seeks assistance from a handsome older man on a dreary night

Warnings: Long as hell (6,279 words, reader recieving oral (face riding)

You had fucked up. You truly had fucked up.

How were you supposed to know your tire would go out just twenty minutes from home?

It was barely an hour's drive back from your sister's birthday party. You were so close. You'd suspected the back right tire of your Sudan needed to be pumped so you went to the gas station before making the drive. Who'd know it would go flat completely on the way back?

You took it carefully to the side of the road, as well as you could see even with your high beams on the long, dark path. You recognized it. Seashore Drive. It was supposed to lead your straight back into town, then you'd make a few turns and be home quickly. Instead, you were parked on the side of a dark, road lined with nothing but trees, the only light from the moon and the street light next to the entrance to a driveway a few yards behind your car.

In a downpour.

Cursing, you zipped up your hoodie and pulled the hood over your hair, grabbing your phone out of the cupholder for light. You opened the glove compartment and took out the screwdriver you kept in your as a weapon and slid it into the front pocket. Taking a deep breath, you opened the car door.

You regretted the decision deeply as it bore down on your in an instant, the ice-cold storm already seeping through your thin jacket. With one arm hugging yourself and the other holding your phone, you made it to the damaged tire, squatting down to balance on your toes to assess the damage.

Completely flat. It was a miracle the damn thing hadn't blown completely, a few shards of glass reflected the light of your phone's flashlight at your tire.

You stuffed your phone into your jacket pocket and opened your trunk. You had only changed your tire once, and it was during the middle of the day once in June, not almost midnight on a rainy October night.

You grimaced as you rummaged around for the jack, your shirt wa getting soaked through your jacket, and your pants were suctioning themselves to your legs.

Ignoring the shivers going through your bones, You pulled out the jack just as a flash of light came into view. A car was slowly drawing near. What looked to be an old town car were pulling into the driveway behind your, its pitch-black windows hiding any trace of life inside. With a slight jerk, it stopped just at the entrance.

You turned back towards the trunk and pretended not to notice.

What if they came out? You had a box cutter underneath your seat in case of emergencies, but could you even get to it in time? And how could you even see to fight when the street lamp barely showed in the puddles in the road and the rain was getting in your eyes?

The front passenger's window of the mysterious car rolled down slowly.

Oh god.

A pale hand, arm clothed in black, was ticking out of the window and motioning you towards the car.

How far would you get if you ran? Where could you even run to? You were practically in the middle of nowhere, the nearest towns were twenty minutes forward or backward by car, and God knows how far anywhere was by foot.

Shaking -from either from the cold or fear, you had no idea from which at this point- You walked towards the car, the screwdriver in your pocket bouncing against your stomach. Stepping out of the grass onto the gravel driveway, you reached the car. bent over, hands now in your jacket pockets, to investigate the car.

The driver reached up and turned on the lights. He was a handsome man, who looked about in his late 40s with gold hair that showed wisps of silver in the car light. Parted in the middle, strands just dusting against his eyebrows. He wore a black suit with a dark red shirt underneath his waistcoat. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other was on the gear shift. "Are you alright, dear?" he asked. You could barely hear his voice over the rain, but it sent shivers down your spine, nonetheless. It was gruff, yet somehow… gentle.

And his eyes. They must have been a brilliant blue when he was younger, now faded into still-striking ice. Your eyes darted to his left ear to avoid them. Ironically, It was as if his very gaze were warming you up.

"Oh, uh, no I just need to fix my tire sir and then I'll be on my way! Sorry if I'm in front of your property!" You choked out.

"In this mess?" the man asked.

As if on cue, a boom erupted from the sky. A flash of blue appeared above the trees and quickly disappeared.

Lightning. That was just perfect.

"Yes, I just need to fix this, and I'll be on my way! Thank you for your concern." You turned away and started to walk back to your car.

"Wait!"

You kept going. " It will only take a few minutes!" you yelled over the rain, not wanting to turn around.

You didn't hear his car door open at all as you went back to your trunk. Just as your hands made it to the spare tire, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Now that he was out of the car, Your fears only heightened. He was big, possibly around a foot taller than you. His hands were bigger than yours too, you could see it now as one gripped the handle of an old-fashioned-looking umbrella. He stepped closer and held it over your as well.

"It's too dangerous to be out in the rain right now, Miss. You can come inside and wait out the storm, then I can help you fix your tire."

Go into his house? Alone?

You weighed your options. You could stay out in the storm and possibly get sick, you could go in his house and possibly be murdered, or you could ask him to drive your home and you'd pick up your car later.

But then he'd know where you lived.

"Okay!" You shouted over the wind. You put the jack back into the trunk an slammed it close, then opened your car to take the keys out of the ignition and grab your purse. The man stayed by your side, still holding the umbrella over them. They walked quickly to the running car, him opening the door for your then quickly going back to the driver's side.

The interior of his car was tan with leather seats, it's console and dashboard areas m had a wooden finish to them. You closed your door (not before checking that the child safety lock were off) and settled into your seat, placing your purse on the floor and putting your hands in your lap.

The man closed his umbrella as he got back into the car, tossing it in the back seat. "My house is just up this driveway. I can give you a fresh set of clothes while yours dry," said the man as he put the car in drive.

" You don't have to do that!" You yelped. There was no way you were wearing some stranger's clothes! Especially not during a sketchy situation like this. Even though you were soaking wet and chilled to the bone.

"It's not a problem, love. I'll get the fireplace going as soon as we get inside as well." He turned his high beams on as the car chugged slowly ahead further into the woods. He turned the heat on high, and the air blew at your face full blast. You Slipped your phone out of your pocket and turned off the flashlight, quickly checking the time. 11:46 pm.

Fuck.

You promised your sister you'd text as soon as you got home. You put it away and decided to text her when you made it to the bathroom. You wrapped your arms around yourself. God, were you cold.

You took another peek at the man. God, he had nice hands. Big, elegant-looking, blue veins faintly visible. His nails were clean and mid-length. On his left hand, he wore a ring with a large, red gem on his ring finger, while the other were bare. They were lovely. And they kind of frightened you. There was an odd energy radiating off the man, some kind of quiet strength held underneath that suit You weren't sure you wanted to know about.

The car stopped in front of a garage with two-doors painted black, the security lights on the room and porch lights from the large house -more like a mansion- connected to it showed. The man took the remote off the dashboard and opened the garage, and left door slowly began to open.

"If I may ask, dear, what is your name?" the man asked, startling you.

You struggled for a few seconds to think of a fake name before stuttering out your real name anyway.

"Y/N?" the man repeated. You looked away. You did not like the way his voice was making you feel. "That's a lovely name. Would you like to know mine?"

You nodded.

"My name is William, William Regal. But you may call me William if you wish." he smiled as he stopped the car in the bright garage.

Mr. Regal it is.

He stepped out of the car and walked over to your side to open your door. "Thank you, sir," said You as you stuffed your phone back in your small purse, holding it close to your chest as you walked to the door that seem to lead to the inside of the house, the rain beating loudly against the roof. He opened the door for you.

You stepped inside of the dark room, and, despite the obviously missing rain and wind, barely noticed a difference in temperature. It was absolutely frigid.

William turned on the lights behind you. They were now in a beautiful, spacious kitchen. It had more modern features than you would have imagined, including a dishwasher and a fridge with an ice dispenser. But what struck you immediately were the beautiful oak finish on all the cabinets, the large marble island with pots and pans hanging from the ventilator, and the cute breakfast nook with a cherry red, wooden, church pew-like bench and matching table.

You followed him through the swinging doors into a dining room, gasping out loud. It was gorgeous. The long table in the middle seemed to be made of solid black marble, seating about six on the sides, with one more chair on each end, all with beautiful designs etched into their wood. The large, golden chandelier suspended above was mirrored in the table's pitch-black surface, coated in a thin layer of dust.

You craned your neck to look up at the fixture. Dangling from its vine-like arms were silver crystals that swung slightly, possibly from the breeze in the vents. "You have a beautiful home, Sir." You whispered.

"Thank you," William murmured stopping next to your to look up at the chandelier. "Robbie must've been over. I hope he left the fireplace on." He kept walking. You snapped out of your awestruck daze and followed him.

Who was Robbie? Was there another man here? You didn't see another car in the garage. If there was another man then that would be a two on one fight if they try to attack you…

Your thoughts drifted as he led you into the living room. Inside, a fire had already been started in the large, brick fireplace. Your eyes widened, and you stopped in your tracks. In between the fireplace and the glass coffee table lay a rug shaped like what appeared to be a grizzly bear. Baffled, you followed William up the creaky stairs.

"Is it alright if I put your clothes in the dryer after you change?" William asked as they stopped in front of a door.

"Uh, you don't have to do that, sir."

"Nonsense, " he opened the door and flicked on a light. The two lamps in the room slowly flickered to a dimly light the room. "You're my guest, and you shouldn't have to be in those cold, damp clothes a second more."

William entered the large bedroom while you stayed in the door. It was as if no one had stayed in the room for at least a week. The large, tightly packed bookshelf had visible dust, as did the hardwood floor. You tried not to notice the large, neatly made bed. Instead, your eyes traveled to the beautiful old desk with a pot of ink and a glass pen left out, a crumpled pieceof paper lay in the middle. William walked towards it and read it carefully, one hand pushing back his suit jacket to rest on his hip. "Bastard, " he chuckled, shaking his head as he placed the letter back on the desk. He walked across the black shag carpet to a pair of white wooden doors that looked like they hadn't been repainted in years. He pulled them open to reveal a large closet. He pulled out a grey tote and carried it to the bed.

"Do you need help?" You heard yourself ask, your jaw clenched, trying not to let the chattering of your teeth be heard.

"I've got it, love." A puff of dust came off the box. Placing the lid on the bed he looked through it carefully before pulling out a large grey sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. "Will these do?" He asked, holding them up for you to see. You nodded.

"Great," he walked over and handed them to you, and walked back to replace the box. "I'll go make some tea while you change,"

"Oh, you don't need to-"

"How many sugars do you take, love?" He paused as he carried the box with ease back to the closet, tilting his head at you, his neat hair falling in front of his eyes.

God, those eyes. "I usually just pour it in?"

"Oh, alright, I'll bring a tray of cream and sugar out as well then. Bathrooms the first door on the left."

"Oh, thank you." You walked off down the hallway, the occasional floorboard creaking underneath you. You pushed the door to the bathroom open and locked it quickly, turning the light on. It looked pretty normal, sans the large, brass clawfoot tub. The whole place felt very cozy, but with an air of macabre; the walls were painted black, the floors tiled in black linoleum and the sink and toilet were black as well. You sat down on the lid of the toilet and took out your phone, placing the clothes and your purse on the floor.

Opening the messaging app, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you pondered what to text. Hey, sis, haven't gotten home yet, taking refuge from the storm in the house of a hot old man who may or may not be a serial killer and/or a vampire?

You shook your head, setting the phone on the edge of the sink as you zipped off your jacket and peeled off your damp clothes. You pulled on the sweatshirt and pants and sat down on the lid of the toilet again.

You shouldn't lie, but if you told your sister the truth, she'd probably pick you up in a panic. It would ruin her whole birthday if she had to pick up her dumb younger sister from some stranger's house. Maybe you shouldn't text her at all until you got home. Yes! You wouldn't text her until you were sure you were in danger!

Slipping the phone and screwdriver into the pocket of the sweatpants pocket, You stood up and adjusted the drawstring. They were so big on your you had to roll up the legs several times and the shirt was slipping off one shoulder, but you were grateful to finally be out of those clothes. The cold floor sent shivers up from your feet through your body. You discarded your socks as they had gotten wet as well, and you placed everything except your underwear into a pile to take to the man. Gathering the clothes and your purse, you left the bathroom and walked back down the stairs. Immediately the sound of music hit your ears. ConFunkShun's "Love Train" had just started. Looking frantically for the source, you noticed the CD player sitting on top of a table sitting between the two blue, throne-like velvet armchairs.

"Mr. Regal?" You called as you entered the living room. He was nowhere to be seen. Outside the wind began to howl as the rain rapped against the windows. The drapes of the large windows were drawn shut. The door of the dining room opened, and in walked William with a silver tray. On it were a beautiful tea set, also silver. Immediately you noticed his suit jacket was gone, leaving just his shirt and waistcoat. The shirt strained against his bicep as he leaned down and placed the tea set on the table.

Wow.

"Miss You, may I please have your clothes?"

Miss You? Who were-

"Huh? Oh, sure." you handed him the damp pile. he walked past you through another swinging door next to the wide bookshelf that occupied most of the right wall. You sat your sneakers by the front door and sat down as close to the fireplace as you could, onto the –real? - bearskin rug, the heat immediately warming your face. You looked into the beautiful, fire as it crackled. Warming your hands against it, you turned your head to see William walk back. "I wasn't sure what kind of tea you'd like, so I brought out some Jasmine, chamomile, and blueberry. I also h-"

"Blueberry is fine!" you blurted. you crawled toward the table and sat back down. On a small plate were teabags, and in two separate bowls were grain sugar and sugar cubes.

How many spoon-fulls was one sugar cube? you wondered to yourself as William pulled a chair closer to the table. He sat down and picked up the teapot and poured hot water into two cups. "Thank you," said You, carefully taking one, steeping a bag of blueberry into it. You watched as he picked up the other and a bag of jasmine.

He set the cup onto a small plate and placed both next to the CD player. He turned down the volume a bit and sat back in his chair with a sigh. "So, what brought you through this road, dear? It's a strange night to be going for a drive."

"Uhm, I was just coming from somewhere, my older sister's birthday party," You explained, sitting the cup back into the tray. "We knew it was gonna rain but no one knew it was gonna get this bad. "

"Mhm. The weather down here is very finicky this time of year, isn't it?"

"Yeah." You mumbled. You picked up the small pair of tongs next to the cup of cubes and dropped a few into your cup. They sat in silence as he fixed his cup as well, music switching to a Sade song you recognized. You coughed. " So, uh, you like R&B?" She asked as you moved back to your spot on the rug.

"Yes, quite. It's a very relaxing genre, isn't it?"

Yeah, and sensual. You slipped your tea slowly. "Mhm."

He nodded. " I quite enjoy the Isley Brothers in particular. If I'm remembering right I think there are a few of their songs on this mix CD my friend Robbie made me."

There it was, that name again. "Robbie?"

"Yes, he's a friend of mind. And sometimes roommate, when he's not on his escapades. He left that fire roaring and that note I read upstairs." He yawned, setting the tea he was steeping down next to the CD player.

Which meant he wasn't here. If the man snapped, then you only had to fight him. Unless "Robbie" showed up unexpectedly. "Oh. Um, Mr. Regal? Should I call my sister if me being here is keeping you up past-"

"You're not keeping me up at all dear. Quite the contrary. I tend to… thrive during these hours. I'm not much of a day person." You looked up at him. At the angle you were sitting, he looked very much like a king in a throne, legs spread wide as he slumped slightly in his seat, chin resting on the back of his pale hand. He glanced down; your eyes immediately looked over his shoulder at the stairs to avoid his gaze.

"Oh, do you work nights and sleep in the day?"

"Yes, something like that. I have a very boring job, lots of office work. I wake in the evening and return home rather late."

"At an office?"

"Yes. I'm not needed until the late hours when everything piles up. I reorganize it and wait for it to become a mess again the next day." He chuckled. His bright teeth caught your eye, his canines especially. "What do you do, Miss You?"

"Oh, I'm a librarian. I just work in the day, unless they need me for whatever reason past closing, but that's rare."

"That sounds interesting. Do you like your job, do you like books?" He crossed his legs, picking up his plate with his tea and continuing to steep the bag.

"Yes. I like to read when I can too, but it's hard to find the time. I like my job too."

"How old are you, dear?"

"(Your age here). How old are you, sir?"

He laughed "Hmm. How old do I look?"

You tilted your head. The grey hairs could've been a giveaway, as did the laugh lines. But you weren't sure. "Forty… five?"

"Forty-five?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "I suppose that's an… adequate guess. "

"Was I close?"

"Somewhat. You're close, sort of."

Whatever that meant. You stood up, wrapped your arms around yourself, and walked to the window. "May I open this?"

"Go right ahead."

You peeked through the drapes. Outside the wind had barely calmed, the branch tapping against the window's rhythm had slowed. Another flash of lightning startled you. Stumbling away from the blinds. You pointed at the front doors. "How sturdy are those?"

"Very. As are the windows. Most of them don't open well anymore, however, though I doubt you'd like to try that in this weather."

So, the only escape routes are the doors. Perfect.

You returned to your spot as thunder bellowed from the sky. Arms wrapped around yourself, you turned toward the fire. Basically stuck inside the mansion of some man whose age you didn't even know in a storm. Was William even his real name?

"Are you alright? You seem tense."

"No, I'm fine sir. And thank you again for letting me stay until the storm passes."

"Don't mention it. I couldn't leave you out there. It's too dangerous. It's not only raining but freezing outside. Even if you got your tire fixed the roads are bound to freeze. You could go careening off into a ditch."

"Oh, yeah I hadn't thought of that." Which meant if you called your sister, you could also be in danger.

So far, you had no reason to be suspicious of the man, besides the fact he had weirdly pointy canines, drove an ancient car, and lived in the middle of nowhere. Plus, you were pretty sure he hadn't taken a single sip of his tea since he made it. Other than that, he was pretty cool. Had good taste in music, at least. Besides, something about the man told you if he wanted to, he would've killed you already…

Yeah. Nothing to be concerned about.

You grabbed your purse and ruffled through it. "Gum?" You offered.

"No thank you, dear, I'm alright." He declined.

You stuck it back. This was way more awkward than you expected it to be. What do you even talk about with a stranger? "So, um. Do you have any kids? A wife? A husband?"

He laughed. "No, not for years. I
I was married once but it was mostly for… convenience. No children to speak of as well. How about yourself?"

Convenience? What the hell did that mean? "Uh, no."

"You're not spoken for at all?"

"Not a bit."

"I find that hard to believe."

What the- was he flirting with you?

Why?"

He hummed for a second before looking down at you, "it's just, you're an attractive young woman. Surely there must be someone who's been trying to win your favor."

"Uh, nope. Single. For a- for a while," you looked away, scratching your head. You weren't really looking for "the right person" or anything, you just hadn't been thinking about it. " Been too busy at work. "

He nodded. "A career woman. Smart." he nodded.

"Thank you" was all you could say, though you weren't sure what he meant by it.

"Would you like a blanket, dear? Even with the tea and fire, there's still a draft running through here I'm afraid,"

Come to think of it, there was. But that was to be expected for an old, large house like his. Right?

"No, I'm alright, you've already done a lot. Are you cold? I'll make room on your, uh, rug."

"Not at all, but may I sit next to you anyway?"

What?

"Sure, " you looked away as you scooted over, trying to keep a neutral expression. He stood up, towering over you as he stepped onto the rug and sat down, crossing his legs.

You sat in silence, taking the occasional sip of tea and listening to the rain as he watched the fire. You stole a glance at him.
In no way was William Regal, if that were his real name, a threat. So far he had excellent manners, did not overstep his boundaries, and most importantly, he hadn't tried to kill you yet.

There was also the glaringly obvious fact that he was strikingly attractive. Now having access to his side profile, you took note of his long lashes, broad nose, and noticeable scars on his upper lip and eyelid. "So, uh, is this a real bear?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean the rug, goodness no!" He laughed looking down, beside you he played with fur, letting it slide between his slender fingers. "No, just some novelty thing Robbie found online. It's quite soft though, isn't it?"

"Yeah." His hand was close to yours now, too close. But deep inside you felt not close enough.

As if he were reading your mind, his hand accidentally brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. It was cold as ice.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized, putting his hands in his lap.

"You're a vampire, aren't you?" you sighed, tired of the charade.

He tensed up. "Yes. Surely you must have known that earlier. "

"I kind of suspected as much. Either that or your killer and bludgeon me with a fire tool when I turned my back." You shrugged. Well, shit. Looks like you weren't being paranoid after all.

William turned to you, surprised "That's rather graphic, don't you think?"

"I'm a girl alone with a man twice or a thousand times my age in the woods. I can't afford to be subtle." You deadpanned.

He shrugged. "That's fair. But I hope you know I have no intentions of harming you. I brought you here to keep you safe, and quite frankly I greatly enjoy your company."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You seem like a bright young lady. "

"As do you. I mean young man! I mean-"

His shoulders shook as he covered his mouth. "Young?"

You couldn't help it, laughing with him. "You know what I meant!"

"Thank you, y'know some say I don't look a day over one hundred and five!" Regaining his composure, William ran a hand through hair.

"So how old are you really, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Two hundred forty-nine."

You whistled. "Wow."

"Yes, I'm practically a fossil."

"You look pretty good for a fossil," you offered awkwardly.

"Thank you, flower."

Flower. Flower. Oh, god that sounded good to your ears.

You sat in silence for a bit, glancing into the fire. You picked at the lint on your -well, his- sweatpants and wondered what to do next. Just how much longer was this storm going to last? Fighting back a yawn, you looked back over to his tea, still sitting on the table. "You haven't had a single sip of that, have you?"

"A little. But I don't drink tea often. One of the many flaws of being a vampire is we can barely keep down human food anymore without tossing it back up."

"Oh. That sucks."

"We kind of just keep it around for company's sake. It's tradition, y'know?"

You nodded. "That makes sense."

"What doesn't make sense however is why you're so calm," he looked over at you. "I'm a vampire, dear. I'm surprised you haven't run from me by now."

"You said you weren't gonna hurt me. And if f you wanted to kill me you would've done it by now."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

You paused. "I don't know."

"Well, you're right. I'm not going to lay a hand on you, love."

"What if I want you to?" You said before you could stop yourself.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing." Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. How did you make such a stupid slip up?

"What do you mean by that, Miss Y/N?" he whispered, looking at you. His eyes trailed down to your chest and back up to your lips. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, right now I'm wondering how those lips of yours taste, dear. And I'm wondering what would happen if I were to kiss those lips of yours."

"Oh. I guess I would like it, depending on how good of a kisser you are."

"Would you like to find out? 200 years of practice must have given me some kind of skills."

"Do you want to kiss me, Mr. Regal?"

"Do you want me to kiss you, Miss Y/N?"

You thought about it. You were tired, still kind of cold, and your fear hadn't really subsided. But he was kind, handsome…

Well, that was pretty much it.

"Just Y/N is fine, sir. And yes, I would like to kiss you." You as surely as you could. You were now facing him, looking at the top of his ear to avoid his eyes. You moved closer, one hand on his knee and another to grip his shoulder and pressed your lips against his. God was he freezing.

But his lips were far softer than you expected, you quickly discovered that as he wrapped his arms around you, moving his legs so you could straddle his lap. You hovered over him, gripping his shoulders, a hand sliding up his neck to run through his soft hair as you tilted your head. A soft sigh escaped his lips. He pulled away, surprising you.

There was nowhere to run now, especially with your forehead pressed against his. Now you had to look into his eyes. And fuck was the view magnificent. "If I keep kissing you I may not want to st-" he tried to warn.

You hushed him pressing your lips hard against his and tilting back in, sitting down firmly on his lap, now. You licked against his lips and closed your eyes. He gave you entrance, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth, he gripped you tighter, tilting his head, now hungrily kissing you back, hands moving up your sides and back as you explore each other's caverns. He pulled back and pushed against you again, sucking at your bottom lip, then entered in again, teeth clacking against each other for a millisecond.

You shifted in his lap, both startled and aroused at the feeling of something stiff underneath you. His hands were slipping up you're -well, his- shirt, you arched at the feeling of bare, cold palms against your back., He pulled you down more on top of him until he was laying on the floor. You rocked your hips into his, the groans that slipped from his pretty pink lips music to your ears.

You steadied yourself, forearms above his head, you gripped at the rug beneath. You pulled away to look at him, a string of saliva connected your lips before disappearing. Panting, William opened his eyes, tears tinted an odd shade of pink pooled in his eyes, slipping down his pale face. "You really are a good kisser,"

He smiled up at you, his fangs glinted and stood out even in the darkly lit room. "Not as good as you. Gods you look beautiful." His hands trailed down one rested on your hip, the other hovered over your behind.

"Go on, touch me. We've gotten this far."

"Strip for me, flower. Let me taste all of you before you disappear," he murmured. It was a request, but the way his breath hitched almost made it sound like a beg.

You stood up, legs wobbling slightly. Pulling off the sweatshirt, tossed it unceremoniously onto one of the blue chairs. The sound of clothes shifting and the crooning voice of Ronald Isley echoed through the room as he watched you undress.

Completely bare, the draft of the room hit you instantly as you stood above him. For some fucking reason you were nervous now. Maybe it was the dawning realization you were completely naked in the living room of a vampire you met barely two hours ago.

And yet he seemed completely oblivious to the thought, looking up at you with a gaze far beyond want or desire. It was need. His lips parted, but nothing slipped out. He was completely in awe of you.

You sat back down over his lap, stifling a noise as the bulge in his trousers brushed against your sex. "What now?" You whispered.

"Move up a bit." the bass had entered back in his voice, sending a shiver down your spine. He had plans for you now, you quickly realized.

You did as told, hands above his head, your breasts now bare and hanging free, nipples erect. In front of him. You let out a yelp as he snatched you down, practically falling. Your breasts now in his space, he made quick work of you. His Tongue flicked at a sensitive bud as his mouth wrapped around it. Engulfed in the heat of his mouth, teeth grazing against skin before his lips sucked at you. After a minute he alternates to the other. Smiling against you as you whimpered and rolled your hips against his. "Mis-sster-"

He turned his head, his hair now sticking to his sweaty forehead, and shadowed his heavy-lidded eyes. He laughed as you panted, trembling above him. He came down from whatever put him in a fit, turning his gaze back at you as you grabbed at his waistcoat. Desperate for something to keep you from falling. "Are you still enjoying yourself, precious thing?"

You nodded quickly. You were wet, it was obvious now with every shift of his clothes against you. As if he was reading your mind -maybe he was, you never asked if he could do that or not, come to think of it- he interrupted your thoughts with a simple command.

"Sit on my face, then. "

"But I-"

"Y/N,"

"Yes sir." You moved up. A knee on either side of his head, you were now hovering above his face, aching, desire pulsing through your body.

"I said sit, dear. I don't need to breathe, suffocate me."

"But-" you cried out as you were pulled down, his hands gripping the back of your calves Instictivly they clenched around his head as he kissed and licked between your lips. You ran your hands through and tightened around the locks of his thick blonde hair as he lapped at you. The tip of his tongue pressed and rodded your wet, aching clit before he began his obvious plot to bring you over the edge. Your mind fogged your hips bucked against his face. Tears streamed down your face as nonsense dribbled from your mouth. Mewling turned to cries, cries turned to begging as he sucked at you.

"Please please, please…" you repeated like a mantra as you lost control of your hips, pressing more into his face, his moans against you as kissed you sloppily, dragging his tongue down your wet flesh before back to your sensitive jewel.

Your back arched as your clit pulsed, strangled pants filled the air as proof of your climax dripped from you. It took moment for you to remember where you were, or who you were fro that matter as you came dow. You felt dizzy, your arms weak as you did your best to climb off of him onto the furry carpet, kneeling, hands on your knees.

He propped himself up next to you on his elbows, slowly wiping your lust off his lips with his sleeve. His cheeks were still damp though, and something akin to a smirk had crept onto his face. Sitting up fully, he gently pulled you onto him. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder.

"It's still raining," he hummed as he stroked your hair You hadn't even noticed. Though the thunder had passed, droplets still passed outside and against the roof, but not as loud as before. You nodded against him, acknowledging the observation. "Probably still not safe to go back out yet."

"Yeah…"

"Yeah…"You snuggled closer against him, eyes widening as you accidentally rubbed against the very-much still there bulge in his pants.

"Guess that means you're still mine for the night, right?"

"Yeah." This was going be a long night.

A long night for the both of you.