The way he smiles (Vincent x reader)

My lover

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You laid in the bed on your side, savoring the lasting impression Vincent had left on you while it lasted. He had pulled himself into your back, spooning you with his arm over you. His soft pants sending shivers down your spine, adding to the experience.

Unfortunately, the sensation ended and you started to experience what some would call 'post nut clarity'. Suddenly the sweet gesture of snuggling after sex turned into a sensory nightmare. Two hot, sweaty bodies sticking to each other, the residue left behind that the rag wasn't fully able to clean up, and the slimy mess left between your legs.

"Uh, Vince?" You squeaked. He hummed into your back as a response. "This is great, and I'm very comfortable, but I need a shower. Like... now. Or I'm gonna freak out." Vincent peeled himself off of you and looked at you with a smile.

"Of course my dear. I'll get it started for you." He planted a kiss on your cheek. You giggled, partly because of the relief of being unstuck to another body. You watched him as he walked to the bathroom, admiring his man butt. Somehow, his purple skin made the his everything look so much better. Everything had so much more definition.

Slowly, you picked yourself up off the bed. Your legs wobbled beneath you as you stumbled to the bathroom. You met Vincent in the bathroom, your eyes flinching again to the fluorescent lights. Why does everything have to be so bright in the shower.

"I figured you'd want a hot shower, so I got it pretty toasty." Vincent said as he turned to face you with a triumphant smile. You gave him a playful smirk in return.

"You know me so well already."

"I make it a personal goal to satisfy you, in every way." Vincent said placing a kiss on your forehead. As he leaned in you caught a glimpse of his neck. It had dark blots all over it.

"Jesus, Vince. Your neck. Is that how you bruise? Was that me?" You reached up and touched them lightly. Vincent laughed, pulling your hand away.

"Yes dear. Those are what hickies look like when your skin is already purple." His eyes left your face and scanned down your body, biting his lip. "But if you're worried about my hickies, you should see yours."

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked in the mirror. Soft purple circles were beginning to form down your neck and all over your chest. They made fading bruises on your arm look like nothing.

"What the fuck! You vampire!" You yelled playfully, swatting at him. "I can't go out like this! How am I supposed to hide this?" You said turning your head trying to get a proper look at them.

"Don't hide them," Vincent said as he stood behind you. His hands grazed across your back to your shoulders, leaving a trail of goose bumps on your skin. "It lets everyone know you're mine." His statement set your ears on fire. He lifted his hand and brushed them across your neck, staring at the marks through the mirror. He was admiring his work.

The steam from the shower began leaking over the curtain. Quickly you turned to face Vincent, using every inch of control to not show him how flustered he had made you...again.

"Shoo shoo. Let me shower." Vincent rolled his eyes and gave you another quick kiss. He left the bathroom without a fight, something you still had to get used to.