David Tennant Characters One Shots by Lady Kilgrave

A little bit of help (Peter VincentxReader)

There's a vampire in my neighborhood and I'm not gonna let it kill or change any of my close ones. With that hard thought I decited to give a try my last best chance to find a succesful way to destroy this monster. I walk in to the show of Peter Vincent. I look at the poster with a heavy sigh and roll my eyes. I can't believe I'm actually going to ask for help a man in a wig and fake beard. The show is just as much of a bullshit as I expected it to be, which makes me want to talk to this freak even less. I change my comfortable shoes for high heels and motion to the bathroom to check if my make up didn't get blurred of the yawns I couldn't get off during the show. I look into the mirror and brush my hair with my fingers and stare satisfied at my perfect make up. He'll fall for it, I know he will. I don't think he's type of man that just does good things to help people. I'm probably going to pay a high price. Unless he turns out to be gay, I think with a smirk on my face and reach the elevator, pressing the last button. Before the door open I hear a woman's voice 'You're the interviewer from Vegas Sun, right?' I show my stolen badge to the camera in the corner of the elevator and node with bored face 'Yes, that's me. It won't take long' I say firmly and the door opens, reaviling a beautiful apartment with a view on the city. There's a lot of leather and brads everywhere. Not really my style but it looks surprisingly good.

I walk in slowly and notice the very famous Peter Vincent. He didn't hear me come in and he looks different than on the stage. I mean, I expected for all of this to be fake but his face was actually attractive. And oh my god his real hair. Oh my god. He was holding a glass full of something green, it looked like absynt, and he was stroking intensively his croch through those horrible leather trousers. He let out a loud groan and mumbled something like 'Leather... It doesn't breath' and sat down on his enormous armchair with his legs wide apart. I swallowed feeling warmth under my belly, spreading to between my legs and bit my lower lip. 'Well hello there' I jumped a little at his voice. I almost forgot what did I come for. 'Mr Peter Vincent, hello. My name is y/n' I smiled brightly and took a few steps closer. His gaze landed on my body and suspended for a little longer before moving to my face. I watched his tongue making it's way on his dry lips. 'Sorry, I'd offer you to sit down but your legs are fucking amazing. Turn around, love' I gasped at his straight a way comment and made a serious face 'I'm supposed to make an interview here, sir' he chuckled out loud at that. On his eyes still remained some eyeliner but without all these fake piercing and beard and mustache it only made him look more interesting. I looked confused at him though, he's supposed to think I'm a journalist, why is he acting like he kne- 'I saw you stealing that badge, honey, I was just too curious what would you do after getting here' I felt my cheeks burning and took off the badge, sighing and taking a sit. 'I'm sorry for all that show. I came here to ask you for help' he looked amused by my situation. His big brown eyes were studying my chest now 'Go on' he said 'There's a vampire. An actual vampire in my town. I get it recorded here' I put my pendrive on the table 'I want to kill it before it hurts any more people. I thought I might have a chance 'cause it's alone and doesn't have nest. I made sure' 'And what makes you think I'll help you. Do I look like someone with a good heart?' his hand started to subconciously clench on his crotch again and I shivered at that. It turned me on so much. 'I emm... Well coming here I had nothing to lose. Asking you was my last best idea' I couldn't force my gaze to go up to meet his eyes. All I could think about was underneath this goddamn not-breathing fabric. 'I'll help you' he stated and I widen my eyes 'What?' my lips escaped my high pitched voice when I broke my sight from where it shouldn't have been to his face, to see if he was serious. It was hard to tell though, as he kept smirking 'You shall receive help from me. But I got an issue too, I know you noticed already. I really hate these trousers, you see' his smirk turned to grin as he watched my reaction. I catched my reflection in the glasstable. My cheeks were red again but my eyes darken with lust. I licked my lips and walked up to him. Then placed my knee between his legs on his chair, careful not to touch his sensitive manhood yet, and leaned on his hot chest. I grabed his hair and approached my face to his 'I wouldn't have let you do this if you hadn't been so fucking hot. I'm not that desperate' I whispered and crushed my lips on his. He kissed back twice that strongly and pulled me closer to his body, clenching his long fingers on my bum. He tasted like cigarette and unknown to me kind of alcohol. I groaned feeling growing buldge againts my tighs and he chuckled at that. 'It's time for you to help me solve my issue, slut' he pushed me to my knees and I ripped the trousers off him without thinking. He was already hard as I closed my lips around it, taking him as much as I could, sucking and licking him. He moaned loudly, which caused me want him even more so I started to rub my clit through thin fabric of my panties with my free hand. 'Stop' he commanded with lower voice than normally and pushed me away to the floor. 'Get up and take your clothes off' he took his member to his hand and started to please himself, watching me stripping. 'Yeah honey' he groaned and stood up, grabing my wrist and pulling me to his chest again. He burried his tongue deeply into my mouth, making me let out a hushed moan. 'Fuck me, Peter, please' he pushed two of his fingers inside my without a warning and I gasped, arching my back. He then took them out with a devilish smirk 'Lye down' he said and as soon as I complied, he pushed inside me with his full strengh. I let out a string of profanities as he kept fucking me so blissfully hard and without mercy. 'I- I'm close' I managed to say between the moans and he clenched his fingers on my neck choking me ever so slightly, grin never leaving his face. I felt dizzy as I reached my climax, pleasure I've never experienced before. 'Agh fuck!' he let out a low groan with final thrust and collapsed next to me.

We both panted looking into each other's eyes. 'I...' he started with a frown, looking at me with a focus so different from his wild animal-like gaze from a minute before 'I forgot why did you come here' he confessed and it didn't look like he was joking. 'The vampire, you idiot' I rolled my eyes and motioned to get up 'Oh yeah, yeah that. We'll get to it tomorrow' he said, holding my wrist 'What?' I shook my head 'I'm counting on a second go. C'man I saw you liked it... Heard' he smiled showing all his teeth 'Okay you're good but your show was lame' he laughed 'Yeah it was' he admitted and grabed me to his chest, kissing my neck happily...