Someday I'm Gonna Be With You (Carmilla One-Shots)

Carmilla has gone too far

Oops where did this come from?
Warnings: Blood, Biting, sexual content.

"Is it just me, or is Carmilla going way too far with these pet names," Laf says one night while watching a movie with Laura on their laptop. They'd taken to making movie night a weekly thing, to de-stress after a long week of classes that they actually had to start going to after the chaos blew over.

Laura sighs. Out of relief or exasperation, she isn't quite sure, but one thing she does know is that Carmilla has taken her nicknames to a whole 'nother level, and has taken to using them in very public settings.

"It's not just you. I was hoping nobody would notice."

"It's pretty damn hard not to notice, dude, remember when she called you-"

"Stop! I don't want to hear it again. Never again. Let's just erase that moment in time from history forever."

Laf laughs hard, almost too hard, at Laura's misery, as per usual, and to make it worse, the door opens and Carmilla walks in with her bag.

"Carm! You're back early," Laura says, getting up without knocking the laptop over somehow and pecking Carmilla on the lips in greeting. She supposedly had gone on some hunting trip with Danny to teach her how to hunt properly, but apparently it was short. Really short.

"Yeah. Fast learner," Carmilla grumbles her disappointment, her cheeks slowly turning red. It brings such a smile to Laura's face, she can barely contain it, because Carmilla is trying her best to get along with Danny for her.

"Well, I should get going. See you next week, Laura," Laf says as they awkwardly shuffle out of the room with their laptop. The door closes behind them and Laura is left with Carmilla, whose eyes seemed to have darkened significantly, and it's a little weird how she's looking at Laura right now like she wants to-

Before she knows it, Laura's on the bed with a growling Carmilla on top of her, licking and nipping at her neck eagerly. She almost lets herself drown in the feel of it, let her encapsulate her in warmth with kisses and cuddles and so much more. She wants to, but she wants to make sure Carmilla isn't upset first.

"Wait, wait Carmilla," Laura says, but the raven-haired girl doesn't seem to hear, continuing to leave sucking kisses down Laura's neck with accompanying bruises to paint her skin a beautiful picture of hickeys and love-bites. Laura can't seem to hold her soft moans back this time. She can't remember the last time they've been together this way with all of the classes getting in the way. She decides that whatever might be upsetting Carmilla can wait. Her hesitant hands tangle in dark hair and pull the vampire closer to her neck.

"Can I?" Carmilla mumbles against soft skin. Laura's eager nod rewards her with the light impression of a smile against the expanse of her neck, and then two sharp points of pain piercing her skin. She writhes slightly as the pain slowly morphs into pleasure, Carmilla's venom making its way through her veins and eliminating any negative feeling for the moment. Her writhing turn into her grinding against Carmilla's thigh, which had conveniently ended up between Laura's legs.

Carmilla moans against Laura's neck as she takes her first pull, as if it's a delicacy that she'll never get sick of, and Laura closes her eyes in blissful pleasure. The vampire wraps her arms around the blonde's waist in a tight hug as she moves her thigh against Laura's center and takes another long pull, savoring it.

It's been a long day for her, attempting to teach Danny how to be a good vampire, only to be shown up in a matter of seconds. All she wanted to do all day was come home to Laura and wrap her arms around her so tight until she's certain that the cupcake isn't going anywhere, and that she needs Carmilla around. This, drinking from her, is an intimate act that happens maybe once every two weeks, but is somehow more amazing and captivating every time. It shows that the shorter girl trusts her wholeheartedly, enough to let her sink her fangs in and take from her, and sustain her. She continues drinking her slowly, checking that her heart doesn't start to slow down.

"Fuck," she hears Laura moan breathily above her. The cupcake only ever curses when Carmilla is taking control, and that's a definite plus, aside from getting Laura to let go of all her stubborn stress and give in to pleasure. Slowly, she slides her fangs from the wounds, lapping up the blood that trickles from the punctures, reveling in Laura's whimper. She's not nearly done, but she also doesn't want this to go by so fast, so she starts nipping around the bite, hoping to coax some more blood to the surface.

"Carmilla, please," Laura begs, making Carmilla's eyes unfocus with the need to claim and fuck, but she takes her time, lavishing her neck and rolling her hips against Laura's to create the friction that she craves.

The sounds of panting and the soft creak of the bed fills the room, accented by Carmilla's little slurps as she sucks on Laura's neck, and Laura's moans.

It's only after she begs Carmilla for a second time that she finally buries her teeth in Laura's neck again and Laura gasps in surprise moaning louder than before now that she's closer to her climax. She bucks harder against Carmilla's thigh, her hands moving down to grab her and spurr her to match her pace.

They reach it together, just like that, with Carmilla's teeth dug into Laura's neck and her blood flowing freely into her mouth and down her throat smoothly, and Laura clinging to her like she's salvation, her moans pitching up until they peak and plateau, her baci arching into Carmilla and her hips stuttering in their movements. The taste of it drives Carmilla to her own, and they move together in a beautiful give and take until Laura taps Carmilla on her shoulder twice, signaling Carmilla to stop.

She does, and her fangs slide from Laura's neck a second time, retracting. She smiles satisfied as she cleans up Laura's neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the wounds until they heal over nicely in a matter of minutes while Laura lay breathlessly panting under her.

"So delicious, my radiant honey daisy," Carmilla whispers in her ear and nips her earlobe.

"Carmilla, we have got to talk about the nicknames," Laura breathes out, managing to lift her head up to look at her girlfriend, whose lower jaw is currently covered in her own blood. Such a messy eater.

"What? You don't want me to call you my fluffy wuffy grumble cookie in front of all your peers anymore?" Carmilla says with a smirk as she hugs her tighter. Laura lets her head fall back and she sighs deeply as Carmilla buries her head in the crook of her neck and laughs.

(It was supposed to be innocent, but it's late and I tend to not give any shits when I'm tired)

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