(From ThatGlutenFreeMuffin again)
He had been your neighbour for 4 years, dark haired, dark eyed and tall with a gorgeous body, the type of guy that made your brain malfunction, there had always been this will-they won’t-they vibe between, always drinking together and flirting a fuck ton, though alcohol never affected him like it did you. He was a vampire, not that you knew at the time and he tried his damnedest to keep it from you, he liked you a lot and definitely didn’t want to scare you off. You couldn’t count the amount times you’d kissed, just teasing little make outs before he’d leave and leave you desperate for more.
That night was no different, he knocked on the door early evening, clad in a white sweater and jeans, his hair lazily swept to the side and glasses on his nose. Fuck him, he knew he was hot even when he was dressed down like this. He did his usual, play it coy approach to coming in, pretending he was bored and that you were the first person he had thought of. But something was different, he was more intense, as soon as he was inside he was all over you, resting his hand on your thigh and leaning close to whisper his flirty little comments. He was in heat, a period of a few days every couple months where he would go crazy with hormones and he’d so far managed to avoid you whenever it happened, but this time, he lost himself and found himself knocking on your door.
He knew how bad an idea it was, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you.
You, as always, ended up situated on your couch, his arm thrown over the back of it, free hand wrapped around the beer he was drinking as he listened intently about your day, one thing can be given to him, he was a good friend. He eventually just brushed your hair out of your face and bit his lip softly, toying with the little strand between his fingers.
“You seem real stressed babe.” He teased, licking his tongue over his lips a little and you couldn’t stop your eyes widening at the sight, squirming a little as he let his fingers tease your neck a little. “Maybe I could help you unwind.” He spoke smooth and seductive and you found yourself melting into his touch.
“Maybe you can.” You repeated quizzically, feeling yourself grow hot all over, something about him was especially tempting tonight.
It seemed the flirting finally got the better on him and he kissed you, toying with you a little before he suddenly bit down, hard, making you jump and yelp a little. In an instant he switched, from coy and teasing to aggressive and growly, hands all over you as his lips mashed against yours again, hands pinning you down to the couch as you desperately tried to find something to hold on to, ending up with your hands buried in his soft, dark hair, tugging a little.
“God I am done with these fucking games, I want you right now.” He practically growled, wasting no time at all in ducking his head down to kiss at your neck, biting softly and your pulse pounding under your skin. “Fucking hell, I wanna eat you alive.” He moaned, low and possessive you just shivered, urging him to come closer, you wanted everything he had to give and you wanted it now.
“God please, anything, you can do whatever you want with me.” You whined, shamelessly trying to grind your hips up against his as he settled between your legs, rutting yourself against him like a dog in heat.
“Someone’s desperate.” He teased, reaching down to pop the button on your jeans open so he could swipe them down off of your legs effortlessly, he wasted no time on clothes, practically tearing them off of you both until you were left panting in nothing but your panties under him, which again were quickly disposed of.
“God please.” You whined again, unable to place what exactly it was, still, that was making you like this, but god you were so gone.
“Please what, baby girl, wanna hear you say what you want.” He bit his lip again, gripping onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them off of you so you could feel his cock pressing against you.
“Please, Brendon, please fuck me.” You whimpered, nothing but a weak plea as he chuckled and pressed his hand between your legs, mouth latching onto your neck, tongue working the delicate skin over your pulse.
“Damn baby, I was gonna say I’d get you warmed up with my fingers, but you’re already soaked.” He purred, the sound low and animalistic as he fought to keep his fangs in. Without another word he shifted his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in an instant making your breath catch in your throat at how full you were so suddenly, he gave little time for you to adjust either, shifting his hips faster straight away, his fingers digging into your hips. “God, yes, feels so fucking good.” He panted through gritted teeth, leaning down again to lick and suck at your neck, his mind flitting to what it would be like to bite down right now.
“B-Bren… please… don’t stop.” You whined, unashamed of how badly you needed this right now, you hadn’t had sex in a while and he was a constant tease, the feeling of his thick lips sucking your neck, leaving hickies in his wake as he fucked you into the couch harder, moving his hands to grip the material of the couch instead of you so he wouldn’t hurt you.
His dark eyes glared down at you, you could barely think, the way this felt was so good, he angled his hips and hit something new, making you cry out and call his name and dig your nails into his back, anything to make you feel more grounded. You noticed him keeping his head buried in your neck a lot, sucking and biting softly, his teeth feeling a little sharp when he bit down a little harder making you jump and writhe.
“It’s ok… I just bit too hard.” He whispered, you were too far gone to question it, feeling yourself starting to tighten around him, clenching down as your orgasm rushed up towards you, desperately clawing your nails down his back.
“I’m so c-close.” You whined, arching your back up towards him, moaning his name over and over.
“Come for me babe.” He whispered, low and rough, not lifting his head from your neck, feeling you let go around him, clenching down and coming hard, calling his name over and over, hearing his low warning that he was close too.
“Come inside me B.” You whimpered, totally forgetting all sense. As if perfectly on cue, just as it was all getting too much, Brendon let out a low moan of you name, groaning and biting down on the couch cushion next to do to stop himself from biting you, fangs popping through the material a little as he came hard. Slowly his hips drew to a stop and both of you finally began to compute what just happened, his body slumped on top of you, sweating ever so slightly and a little out of breath.
“God that was fucking amazing, remind me to do that again.” He said teasingly, rolling off of you and cradling your body close on the couch, both of you agreeing in going to bed, it was late and he had tired you out bad, you both wrapped yourself up in the sheets and cuddled up, both mostly silent due to being so tired.
“Promise that is gonna happen again?” You said groggily now wrapped in his shirt nuzzling up to his chest.
“You can bet on it babe.” He mumbled back, sleepy himself as you snuggled into him, both of you eventually dropping off.
It wasn’t until you heard voices in your apartment that you were both rudely awoken.
