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Capítulo 1: seus olhos foram o que me enganaram.

Eu corri atrás da criatura que gritava e chorava desesperada, suas perninhas corriam o mais rápido que podia (e para um rouba túmulos aquela coisinha era bem rápida) e seus bracinhos inchados e deformados se esforçavam ao máximo para carregar um vestido de uma senhora que havia sido enterrada no cemitério Rotten Rest, que se localizava perto da avenida dos não viventes o lugar preferido daquelas criaturas, os rouba túmulos gostam de roubar coisas dos já falecidos para se alimentar das memórias que aquele objeto trás, e é por isso que me chamaram aqui. Como um caçador de monstros meu dever é capturá-los e levá-los à agência para assim eles tomarem conta do empecilho.

Eu corri pelas ruas de Hollow Valley, fazendo um estardalhaço onde eu passava já que esses bichinhos horrendos são extremamente espalhafatosos e desastrados, mas esse me surpreendeu por conseguir equilibrar o vestido em suas mãozinhas medonhas, enquanto atravessava um varal de roupas, "eu vou pegar esse bicho é hoje que eu limpo o meu nome" pensei contente comigo mesmo. Por fim consegui encurralar o rouba túmulos, seus olhinhos amarelos me encaravam cheio de lágrimas enquanto ele colocava o vestido no chão, eu fui me aproximando lentamente do treco e me abaixei para ficar no mesmo nível de visão que ele:

- Você causou um monte de estrago naquele cemitério viu? – eu disse enquanto segurava uma risada para a carinha de desespero dele, com certeza ia anotar alguma coisa sobre as acrobacias que vi esse carinha fazendo hoje, eu levo as minhas mãos até o bichinho e o pego no colo, tudo estava indo bem até que o treco sorriu maleficamente para mim e me mordeu, rouba túmulos não são venenosos..., mas a mordida deles dói pra cacete. Eu deixei o bichinho cair no chão enquanto soltava um grito de dor, bicho de merda:

- CACETE STAUBER EU JÁ FALEI QUE NÃO SE PEGA ROUBA TUMULOS COM AS MÃOS SEM NENHUMA PROTEÇÃO. Gritou uma voz vinda atrás de mim, olhei para trás e vi meu superior, seu nome era Daimon Spring, ele era bem conhecido nos ramos de caçadores por ser pragmático nas caçadas e ser o mestre das estratégias, ele também me ensinou tudo o que eu sei sobre os monstros e me incentivou á virar um caçador. Daimon então lançou uma corrente abençoada para cima do rouba túmulos que soltou um guincho de dor (corrente essa feita por um metal especial chamado "aço de hefaisto" o único ferro do mundo que pode conter monstros e enfraquecê-los) o homem mais velho então me ajudou a me levantar e disse:

- Mesmo com os contratempos e o fato de que sua mão não vai poder ser usada por uns três dias... você conseguiu capturar seu primeiro monstro garoto

- Tecnicamente foi você quem capturou ele. Eu disse sem graça, Daimon deu um tapinha nas minhas costas e disse:

- Não desmereça seu esforço garoto. Porém antes que eu pudesse responder ouvimos um estrondo e nos viramos para ver o que tinha acontecido, o bichinho se libertou das correntes... subiu o muro do beco, mostrou a linguinha pra gente e foi embora.

Isso definitivamente não era para acontecer, 1: por que era uma corrente abençoada, 2: por que era uma corrente de nível 3 e os rouba túmulos só podem romper correntes de nível 1, o único monstro que pode romper correntes de níveis 3, 4 e 5 são vampiros, porém aquilo não era um vampiro disfarçado já que por algum motivo eles conseguem se transformar em todo tipo de coisa menos objetos (claro) e rouba túmulos:

-... como que aquela coisa rompeu a corrente? – Murmurou Daimon embasbacado, eu rapidamente comecei a apalpar meus bolsos em busca do meu caderninho finalmente o achando e anotando tudo o que tinha acontecido, Daimon me olhou surpreso e disse:

- Stauber você sabe a gravidade da situação? A gente perdeu o bicho

- Spring, você sabe que não precisa se preocupar com isso, já que é o primeiro que você perde – eu disse enquanto escrevia com detalhes o que havia acontecido, Daimon me encarou e disse:

- Eu sei disso cacete, mas... porra eu não to preocupado comigo, eu to preocupado com você, eu vou ganhar no máximo uma bronca,  você pode ser expulso da agência. Eu suspiro e fecho meu caderninho e o guardo de volta em meu bolso, logo saindo do beco sendo seguido por Daimon:

- O senhor Corbus já sabe, agora o jeito é encarar as consequências. Bom eu já sabia que isso ia acontecer cedo ou tarde, mas não sabia que ia ser porque eu deixei o monstro mais fácil de se capturar fugir, o problema vai ser enfrentar a raiva de Lloid Corbus, o líder dos caçadores.

Eu posso ser um caçador mas não acho que posso ser chamado de um, eu nunca capturei um monstro se quer, a única coisa que sou bom mesmo é escrever sobre os monstros que encontro para assim tentar completar o livro que eu chamo carinhosamente de "monsterpedia" mas mesmo assim todos me lembravam que eu nunca ia ser de verdade um bom caçador, mas tudo bem, que se danem o que os outros dizem, o dia que eu lançar esse livro eu vou esfregar o meu sucesso na cara deles e ai eu quero ver quem vai me chamar de "Mason Stauber o maníaco dos monstros". Nós dois finalmente chegamos no enorme lugar que era a central de comando dos caçadores, e assim que chegamos fomos recebidos com sussurros e olhares julgadores, as notícias se espalham rápido hein? Bah, mas pouco me importa esses fofoqueiros, o que realmente me preocupa é o fato do meu chefe estar na frente da bancada da recepção do hall de entrada. Quando eu disse que enfrentaríamos a "fúria" dele, não quis dizer que ele tem uma fúria de dar medo, muito pelo contrário, meu chefe é uma pessoa muito tranquila e gentil, porém a cara de decepção que ele faz toda a vez que eu volto de mãos vazias me dá uma dor no coração:

- Senhor Stauber, Senhor Spring... Que situação não é mesmo? – ele disse tentando disfarçar a tristeza em sua voz, nós abaixamos a cabeça e dizemos em unioso:

- Perdão senhor Corbus, não irá se repetir. Ao ouvir isso tudo o que o loiro fez foi soltar um suspiro longo, logo dizendo:

- Assim eu espero... pode se retirar Spring, Stauber eu quero você na minha sala – e com estas palavras eu sentir meu corpo ficar frio, enfim acabou minhas chances, o desespero me consumiu e em passos lentos eu segui o homem até o seu escritório.

Assim que chegamos lá, Lloid fechou a porta, logo se sentando em sua cadeira logo me encarando:

- Mason... era um rouba túmulos, como você foi perder um rouba túmulos – ele disse me encarando decepcionado – Mason eu acredito em você, juro que acredito, mas você precisa capturar um monstro, eu não posso manter um caçador no esquadrão que não consegue pegar nem um misero rouba túmulos. Eu apenas ouvia tudo aquilo em silêncio. Tá tudo bem... talvez eu não seja merecedor desse cargo mesmo:

- Mas eu acredito que tudo tem uma primeira vez – um fio de esperança! – Então eu vou fazer um trato com você, você tem 72 horas pra me trazer um monstro, se você falhar eu não terei escolha a não ser te tirar do esquadrão, como isso soa?

- ÓTIMO!... Quer dizer... soa ótimo senhor – Lloid então riu da minha formalidade e então disse:

- Certo, então vá você tem muito trabalho a fazer – Eu balancei a cabeça freneticamente e sai da sala.

Corri como um doido até a saída do lugar... 72 horas, pouco tempo, mas acho que dá, eu só preciso achar um caso paranormal e capturar a criatura, o problema é: NÃO ACONTECE QUASE NADA NESSA CIDADE! E eu duvido que o Corbus vá aceitar um mero rouba túmulos... o que eu vou fazer? Eu vou perder meu emprego e vou ter que ir morar nas ruas sobrevivendo de esmola.

Porém enquanto eu me afogava em minhas paranoias eu sinto uma mão em meu ombro que assim me tirou delas:

- Perdão, mas você por acaso seria Mason Stauber? – perguntou o dono da mão, sua pele era pálida como a lua e seus cabelos dourados como o sol que fazia um contraste magnifico com sua pele, em seu rosto ele possuía um par de olhos carmesim que a meu ver eram hipnotizantes, para completar ele usava roupas elegantes e luxuosas e carregava um guarda-chuva preto cheio de rendas sobre a sua cabeça que eu presumi que fosse para afastar o calor do sol forte que pairava sobre nossas cabeças:

- H-hum... sim? Pois não? – eu disse com uma certa desconfiança, ele sorri pra mim e diz:

- Bom... você é o caçador que nunca capturou nenhum monstro certo? – que fama que eu carrego hein? Eu faço que sim com a cabeça e ele completa o que ia dizer:

- E agora você está numa corrida contra o tempo para conseguir capturar alguma criatura certo? Para assim conseguir manter o emprego estou errado?

- ... Como você sabe disso? – Perguntei indignado, ele apenas riu e disse:

- Os rumores voam meu caro

- Olha moço eu não tenho tempo para ficarem tirando sarro de mim, então se me der licença. Porém antes que eu pudesse sair ele segurou meu braço e disse:

- Eu não estou aqui para te ridicularizar, muito pelo contrário me deixe ajudá-lo- Suas palavras soaram gentis e seu olhar carregava um certo ar de santidade:

- Certo, o que você quer? – Perguntei e de novo ele abriu o mesmo sorriso gentil e inocente:

- Eu quero fazer um acordo com você, não é nada de mais eu prometo. Eu sei que não se deve confiar em estranhos, mas eu tô desesperado e as chances de sucesso aumentam se você deixa alguém te ajudar... sem falar que algo dentro de mim quer um pouco mais da presença desse homem:

- Sou todo ouvidos. Eu disse e ele sorriu mais ainda e disse:

- Bom... eu vou te ajudar a capturar um monstro, porém em troca você me deverá um favor

- E seria? – perguntei:

- Eu acho melhor você ficar sabendo na hora meu caro – ele disse de maneira suave e calma... bom não custa tentar:

- Desde que esse favor não me mate... tudo bem – eu disse estendendo a mão e ele logo estende a dele assim apertando a minha em um ato amistoso:

- É um prazer fazer negócios com você meu caro – e assim ele pegou meu braço e foi me puxando pelas ruas da cidade como se fossemos velhos amigos.

Eu não perguntei o nome dele e não tenho muito interesse em saber, mas o que importa agora é que eu tenho uma mínima esperança de conseguir manter o meu emprego, ele me leva até a Biblioteca pública e nos faz sentar em uma das mesas, logo puxando o que parecia ser um pedaço de jornal do bolso e me mostrando a matéria:

- "Saci é visto aterrorizando moradores locais" – eu li em voz alta enquanto encarava a notícia abismado – Um Saci na Inglaterra? Mas pelo que eu saiba eles geralmente aparecem mais no Brasil, como que esse cara foi parar aqui? – Completei espantado, o homem misterioso apenas deu de ombros e disse:

- Tem uma primeira vez para tudo meu caro, mas o que importa é que você agora tem um caso para resolver

- M-mas isso aí é um caso de hank 6, e eu consegui a proeza de perder um de hank 2. Eu disse preocupado, afinal se eu perdi um rouba túmulos, como é que eu vou capturar um Saci? O estranho apenas segurou minha mão gentilmente, assim acariciando a mesma e dizendo:

- Eu disse que ia te ajudar não disse? Se acalme, vai dar tudo certo, eu acredito em você – ao ouvir isso senti meu corpo inteiro esquentar, foram as palavras mais doces que eu já ouvi em toda minha vida, eu nem me atrevi a responder nada, apenas fiquei encarando o chão:

- Você sabe como capturar um Saci? – Ele perguntou, ainda segurando minha mão, eu faço que sim com a cabeça freneticamente e digo:

- Sim! Em teoria é fácil, tudo o que você precisa é uma peneira, uma garrafa e por último tirar a carapuça dele, que no caso seria perigoso por causa do redemoinho..., mas é melhor morrer tentando do que não tentar, não é? – Ao ouvir isso ele apenas sorriu para mim, se levantou logo fazendo sinal para que eu me levantasse e nós dois saímos da biblioteca:

- Você sabe onde achar a criatura? – ele perguntou:

- Bom... eu tenho uma dedução de que talvez ele esteja em alguma zona rural, eles gostam de pregar peças, mas não tem o mesmo senso de justiça que nós humanos, por exemplo: arrancar o braço de alguém para eles é apenas uma brincadeira, porém para nós é imoral. Eu disse enquanto ele ouvia tudo atentamente. Primeira vez que alguém me ouve tagarelar sobre monstros... antes que eu pudesse completar minha linha de raciocínio um estranho estrondo pode ser ouvido da mercearia:

- VOLTA AQUI SEU MOLEQUE – gritou o dono do estabelecimento, e de lá saiu um jovem de no mínimo uns 18 anos, ele usava uma camisa vermelha um jeans rasgado com uma das pernas faltando, em seu único pé possuía um all star da mesma cor de sua camisa, e em sua cabeça que além de abrigar uma grande quantidade de cachos escuros possuía a famigerada carapuça vermelha, em suas mãos que eram literalmente furadas ele carregava um casal de codornas e em sua cabeça uma galinha descansava tranquilamente:

- VALEU FALOU TIO! – O Saci disse enquanto rodopiava e uma rajada de vento se formava em volta dele... achamos o Saci:

- VAMOS! – Eu disse agarrando a mão do homem misterioso e correndo atrás do redemoinho que se formou.

E assim se seguiu, eu corria feito um louco atrás daquela coisa enquanto praticamente puxava meu mais novo amigo (eu acho que posso chamá-lo assim?) pela mão, até que de algum jeito eu alcancei o rapaz... parece loucura, mas eu me atirei no redemoinho, assim que eu fiz isso acabei caindo em cima de alguém, quando abri os olhos vi que era o Saci:

- QUE É ISSO MALUCO TÁ ME TIRANDO? SAI DE CIMA DE MIM TIO! – esbravejou o rapaz que se aumentava as rajadas de vento para me tirar de cima dele... Eu não vou soltar essa coisa de jeito nenhum, fechei meus olhos e continuei agarrado na criatura até que o redemoinho parou e eu senti o baque do chão me atingindo, eu acabei o soltando sem querer... Eu não sirvo pra nada mesmo:

- AINDA NÃO ACABOU VAMOS! – gritou o homem mistério praticamente me arrancando do chão e agarrando minha mão assim correndo na direção para onde o Saci havia ido, até que paramos em frente a uma casa enorme:

- O marginalzinho tá lá dentro – falou uma voz vinda de trás de nós, olhamos para trás e vimos uma velha senhora que carregava um ar destemido consigo:

- Dona Martha? Que que a senhora tá fazendo aqui? – Perguntei, dona Martha  é uma senhora Brasileira a qual me ensinou muita coisa do folclore de lá, ela é como uma vó, faz doces maravilhosos e conta histórias para você caso você peça com jeitinho:

- Eu vi ocês passando correndo que duas galinha doida, cês tão atrás do marginalzinho que passou rodopiando por aqui, pensa que eu num sei Mason? Já vi muito desses pilantra quando era nova, tó – ela então me deu uma peneira e uma garrafa – pra ocês pegarem o pilantra, depois trás pra mim ver – ela disse de forma alegre... a partir de hoje eu devo minha vida á dona Martha, eu agradeço a senhora e sai em disparada para dentro da casa:

- PUTA QUE PARIU, CÊS NÃO DESISTEM NÃO OU SEUS TCHOLA? – esbravejou o saci enquanto criava um enorme ciclone para tentar me fazer ir embora, eu acabei tendo de me agarrar em uma das tabuas soltas do chão para não voar pra longe:

- CACETE TU É PERCISTENTE HEIN TIO? – ele disse enquanto ria diabolicamente e aumentava a potência de seus ventos, com um pouco de dificuldade eu joguei a peneira em direção ao ciclone assim finalmente deixando o causador dos problemas da cidade preso na mesma... eu... eu consegui? EU CONSEGUI! Eu fui correndo para a peneira levantei uma frestinha e peguei a carapuça do Saci, eu chorava e ria de felicidade, finalmente eu consegui:

- E capturamos o Saci, parabéns para nós – disse o homem mistério se inclinando para prender o treco na garrafa:

- ME DEIXA SAIR! – esbravejou o Saci:

- Eu consegui... EU CONSEGUI EU CONSEGUI! – gritei em euforia enquanto me atirava no homem loiro para abraçá-lo, ele apenas riu:

- Viu? Eu disse que você conseguia – ele disse enquanto me abraçava de volta.

Eu voltei para a central dos caçadores (depois de mostrar o pilantra na garrafa para a dona Martha claro) com o peito estufado, enquanto todos me olhavam abismados vendo o que eu tinha na mão: um saci em uma garrafa:

- Eu quero reportar uma caçada bem-sucedida para o chefe. Eu disse orgulhoso enquanto a secretária me olhava com um olhar de deboche, porém quando eu ergui a garrafa e ela viu a criatura, seus olhos se arregalaram e ela rapidamente ligou para o escritório de Lloid que prontamente me recebeu:

- Eu sabia que você ia me trazer algo, só não achava que era um hank 6... meus parabéns, bom trato é trato e você cumpriu sua parte e eu estou orgulhoso disso – ele disse colocando a mão no meu ombro – você tem um potencial e tanto senhor Stauber, agora vá, vá curtir sua vitória. Ele disse em tom orgulhoso, eu fiz que sim com a cabeça e sai do escritório levando a garrafa comigo, o Saci não vai ser recolhido até amanhã então não tem problema ele ficar na minha mesa por um tempo:

- STAUBER MEU GAROTO! SEU SORTUDO DA PORRA! – Disse Daimon me dando um tapaço nas costas – CÊ CAPTUROU UM SACI CARA! MEUS PARABÉNS! – o mais velho disse enquanto sorria orgulhoso para mim, eu apenas murmurei um obrigado pois tentava me recuperar do tapa que recebi.

Os dias seguiram cada vez mais empolgantes pois agora todos me tratavam bem e eu ia bem em quase todas as missões na qual eu participava (pelo menos eu não perdia mais os monstros) eu não vi mais o homem loiro, eu gostaria de agradecer ele propriamente, mas ele nunca mais apareceu, e o Saci? Bom disseram que só conseguiriam recolhê-lo depois de alguns meses então ele acabou ficando de enfeite na minha mesa (de vez em quando eu abria um pouco a garrafa para alimentá-lo afinal ninguém é de ferro, mas eu nunca chegava a abrir a garrafa, apenas jogava algum pedaço de salgadinho lá dentro, junto com um pouco de água) porém uma coisa de diferente aconteceu hoje, eu acabei recebendo uma carta de alguém "Meu caro Mason: como tem passado? Eu espero que bem, peço perdão por não ter ido te procurar antes, porém como pode ver sou um homem ocupado, mas agora que tenho tempo finalmente posso acertar nosso acordo, me encontre na catedral da rua dos não vivos as 21:00, esperarei você lá.

Com amor: L.g" era o que a carta dizia, bom aparentemente agora eu vou finalmente poder agradecer meu salvador:

- Ou, você aí abestado – disse uma voz vinda da minha mesa, olhei para baixo e vi que era o Saci:

- O que você quer Saci? – perguntei, ele me olhou feio e disse:

- Tu não me chama assim não pô

- E Saci tem nome para eu te chamar de outra coisa? – indaguei:

- Nem, ninguém nunca me deu um nome, mas me chamar de Saci é muito careta, todo mundo chama os meus parça de Saci, e os meus parça são meus parça eu sou eu, então eu acho melhor tu me chamar de Sa, por que aí sim vai ter mais pique morou? – eu apenas suspirei e disse:

- Tá... o que você quer Sa? – Ele apenas olhou pra mim e disse:

- cê recebeu a carta do maluco lá que te ajudou no teu trampo... tu sabe o que ele quer? – a criatura perguntou e eu fiz que não com a cabeça – pô mas tu é burro hein? Bom... ele sempre quer a mesma coisa de todos os caras que ele encontra no meio da rua, mas fazer o que ele te ajudou com teu trampo

- Você o conhece? – perguntei abismado, Sa nada respondeu, apenas se sentou na garrafa e ficou encarando o relógio:

- é melhor tu meter o pé logo, são 20:40, o loirinho não gosta de atrasos. E assim eu fiz, sai em passos rápidos da central e com a mesma velocidade fui até a igreja, e lá estava ele com roupas igualmente elegantes, porém o que sobressaia mais era um colar com um pingente de coração vermelho. Assim que ele me viu ele sorriu, logo se aproximando de mim e estendendo a mão para me cumprimentar e eu aceito o aperto de mão:

- Você realmente veio... que bom. Ele disse feliz, logo me guiando para dentro da igreja.

- Uau esse lugar é... Uau – eu disse enquanto olhava maravilhado para os vitrais da igreja, o loiro apenas riu da minha reação, colocou suas mãos na cintura e disse:

- Que bom que gostou, bom como você sabe eu já cumpri minha parte do acordo, agora só falta a sua.

E nisto ele não está errado, bom não custa nada perguntar o que ele quer, não é? Porém quando eu me virei para perguntar o que ele queria, eu fui rapidamente arremessado para o chão, logo vendo meu salvador em cima de mim, seu sorriso que antes era acolhedor e gentil agora havia se tornado um sorriso aterrorizante e maquiavélico e se parasse para prestar bem a atenção era possível ver um par de presas ali... Eu havia sido enganado pelo príncipe das trevas, ninguém mais ninguém menos que um Vampiro:

- Eu quero você! Você vai ser o pagamento deste acordo. Sua voz que antes era charmosa e suave, agora era desesperada e rouca. Aquilo que estava sobre mim mau parecia o homem charmoso, gentil e acolhedor que eu havia conhecido dias atras, ele se inclina vindo em direção ao meu pescoço. Eu então tentei me soltar dos braços dele, porém falhei miseravelmente:

- Você está com medo? Oh meu querido, relaxe eu não vou matar você – e de novo aquela voz viciante que eu gosto tanto de ouvir, isto me fez relaxar um pouco. Até que eu soltei um grito de dor quando senti os dentes dele afundarem em minha pele, podem me chamar de louco, mas... Aquilo foi muito bom, eu estava inebriado com aquela sensação, eu queria simplesmente ficar ali à mercê do que provavelmente poderia ser a minha morte. Minutos ou horas se passaram... Realmente eu não sei quanto tempo se passou desde que ele começou a sugar o meu sangue de maneira voraz, mas enfim ele finalmente para e se afasta do meu pescoço. Eu estava um pouco zonzo pela perda de sangue, mas consegui ver claramente a imagem a minha frente: seus cabelos antes arrumados impecavelmente agora estavam uma bagunça e em sua boca resquícios do meu sangue:

♡ but when you tell him you’re a virgin, something stirs inside him. he doesn’t mind. not one bit. if anything, he actually gets a little giddy, wanting to be the one who shows you how it’s done.

♡ and he ends up being rather sweet about it. he goes slow. he takes his time. he spends a good amount of time prepping you. “jus’ lay back, sweetheart. gotta make sure you’re good n’ ready to take me.”

♡ when it finally comes down to it, he’s easy to edge into you. you grip his shoulders tightly, squeezing your eyes shut. “gotta talk to me, love. gotta know i’m not hurtin’ you.” you nod and look up at him. “i’m okay. keep going. please.” he kisses your lips and continues in. after a few painstaking moments, “alright. i’m halfway. jus’ a lil more.” “only halfway?! jesus fucking—“ ghost laughs, his hand caressing your face and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. when he’s finally fully seated, he groans, fisting the sheets beside your head to keep himself from rutting into full force.

♡ “ah. you okay, pet?” “y-yes. are you all the way in?” “mhm” “okay. just… give me a moment.” “take your time, love. we got all night.” you let yourself adjust for several moments. “can you move, now?” he kisses you, slowly dragging himself halfway out and then pushing back into you, making you both gasp into each other’s mouths. "you're so fuckin' tight," he groans as he tries to take his time. he doesn't want to hurt you.

♡ and he knows the rumor that women don't usually orgasm their first time, so he wanted to make sure you came at least twice before he shoved his cock in you. he wants you to associate this with a positive experience.

♡ and he tries his hardest to make you feel good too. he begins to rub your clit as he thrusts and you moan loudly. he grins. "you like that, princess?" you nod your head vigorously. and sure enough, he's able to make you come around his cock and he swears that was some of the best sex of his life. it wasn't the fact that you were a virgin, it was the trust and the intimacy of it that made this so good for him. he never thought he'd care for things like that until now.

PRICE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ price doesn't really mind either way, but he was definitely surprised when you told him -- he couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you had never slept with anyone. but he's honored that you'd trust him enough to experience that with him.

♡ he kisses you and lays you down on his bed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "jus' let me take care of you, love," he coos. you bite your lip and nod. he starts by going down on you, making you come on his tongue like he has before. then he's back above you, wanting your first time to be in missionary, making you as relaxed as possible.

♡ he even made it all sweet and lit some candles (":

♡ he constantly is getting consent and checking in on you. "you feelin' okay?" "jus' tell me to stop if you don't like it." "want me to keep goin'?" "tell me what you want, sweetheart." "this feels good, yeah?"

♡ when he's fully inside you, he strokes your hair and kisses you multiple times. "see, wasn't so bad," he teases gently.

♡ with price, it's really not awkward at all. he doesn't let it be. he's so sweet and considerate the whole time. when he's thrusting inside you, he checks to make sure he's not going too hard.

♡ and he knows the sex will only get better, so he tells you not to worry if you don't finish alongside him. and you don't finish with him, but he makes sure to get you off after.

♡ he holds himself inside you after he comes, grunting and panting above you. then he looks down at you. "i wanna feel you come on my cock, love." you look a bit confused and he starts rubbing your clit, keeping himself planted inside you. with the pressure of the situation over, you're much more relaxed and apt to orgasm. so it doesn't take you long to spasm around him, and he fucking loves it. "god, you feel amazing, princess." and he looks at you with such admiration as you catch your breath and come down from your high.

♡ "it will only get better from here," he teases.

♡ after he pulls out and gets up, he scoops you up too, making you squeal. he carries the two of you to the bathroom to shower and clean up. he washes your hair. helps you put your clothes on (making sure it's his stuff you're wearing) and pulls you into bed with him, his arm wrapped around you.

SOAP *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ johnny has no issue with it at all. he really thinks nothing of it. he didn't care if you were a virgin or not, so when you tell him, all it does is lets him know he needs to be a bit slower with you. and you truly appreciate him not making a big deal about it.

♡ it'd probably happen one time when you two are making out on the couch. things get a little heated and his hands are all over you. he gropes your breast through your shirt and you moan in his mouth. he pushes you back on the couch and teases your shirt up. "j-johnny," you say between kisses. "yes, lass?" "you remember i'm a virgin, right?" "mhm," he kisses you again. "did you want me t'stop?" "n-no," you whine as he rubs a hand over your clothed clit. "i just don't want to disappoint you." he looks at you in annoyance. "what? why would ya disappoint me?" he sees the shy look in your eyes like you're a bit ashamed. "lass, you could never disappoint me. i just want you. but if you don't wanna do anything, that's okay too." he kisses your nose and caresses the side of your face.

♡ with that out of the way, you tell him you do want to. he promises to go slow. and he does. he asks how you want it. you can ride him if that would make you more comfortable, being able to control the pace and all.

♡ you straddle him on the couch, soap's hands running all across your torso. squeezing and cupping your breast. gliding over your ribcage. going down to your ass and pulling you forward.

♡ you're slow when you lower yourself on him and johnny's head falls to the back of the couch, trying to contain himself. "you feel so good," he whines out.

♡ lots and lots of little praises. he wants to make sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. "that's it, love." "fuckin' hell, you’re takin’ me so well." "does it feel good?"

♡ and he'll rub your clit with his thumb, smiling as you collapse into him, your arms around his neck as you continue to bounce on top of him.

♡ you're definitely pleased when you orgasm around him, sending soap over the edge as well.

♡ then he kisses you, runs his hand through your hair, and pulls you into his lap where he'll tell you how good you were, how much he loved that. and he'll make sure you had a nice time too. wanting to make sure you feel good about yourself.

ALEJANDRO *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ gets a little bit of sick satisfaction knowing he’s going to have been the only one to have had you. “gettin’ you all for myself, then, mi amor?”

♡ even though he’s thoroughly enjoyed sex for years and has developed a taste for what he likes and dislikes, he’s charmed to be with someone who is so new at this. it’s a new experience for him in that sense.

♡ he definitely wants you comfortable before he tries anything, BUT, he goes absolutely fucking feral when he gets you to blush and act all shy and awkward. gets off embarrassing you. “you want me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours?” he says. your eyes widen and your cheeks get hot/flush. “a-alejandro” you whimper, a bit startled at his dirty mouth. “hmm? did you think my teasing stopped at the bedroom?” he winks.

♡ “tell me how you want it, mi amor. do you want my cock?” you nod sheepishly. “uh-uh,” he scolds. “gotta use your words.” you turn your face away from him in embarrassment. “yes.” “yes what?” “yes, i want your cock.” your entire body is on fire and alejandro grins madly. he never would have thought innocence would turn him on so much.

♡ but he’s really quite sweet in the moment. even though he does tease you quite a bit, he’s always reading your body and making sure he’s not hurting you and that you’re enjoying yourself. “just tell me if you want me to stop,” he says down at you. “okay?” he asks. you nod, “okay.” “esa es mi buena chica.” that’s my good girl.

♡ even though his is being careful, he can't help but get turned on when your nails are digging into his back and your face is scrunched up. "it's so much," you whimper out. that honestly sends him over the edge. he gets a little sense of pride knowing how intense everything was for you -- and for him.

♡ he makes sure you're not hurt once everything is done and he cleans you up and holds you close to him.

KÖNIG *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ you were a bit nervous to tell him, so you kinda waited until the last minute.

♡ könig had you pinned beneath him, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, making you giggle. after he’s torn your clothes off and is back to attacking your lips, you break away to mumble at him. “i’ve… never done this before,” you said shyly. he looks at you, his eyes flickering between yours. “is this okay? do you want me to stop?” you shake your head. “no, no. i just wanted you to know.” he smiles and kisses you again.

♡ he’s okay with being your first, but it definitely makes him a bit nervous. he knows he’s going to have to be the one to take control of the situation, figuring you might be a bit shy/awkward and not know how to lead. but he’s okay with that.

♡ he also doesn’t want to hurt you. my guy is 6’7” so i mean… he’s got a big dick, i’m sure of it—he told me himself. he makes you orgasm like 4 times beforehand, absolutely tiring you out, but also making you relaxed and more ready for him.

♡ he’s planted between your legs and you're still panting from your last orgasm, and he lines himself up. “m’gonna go slow,” he tells you. you nod and he slowly enters you. your hands grip his shoulders tightly, already feeling the pressure of him stretching you out. (and even if you weren’t a virgin, it would still be like this tbh. size kink initiated)

♡ it takes a few minutes for him to bottom out. he does little half thrusts with only part of him inside you, trying to ease his way in. “i don’t think you can fit,” you whine out. “you can take it, liebling. jus’ a little—ungh—furtherrrrr—fuck,” he groans as he fills you completely. you’re whimpering under him, but mostly in pleasure.

♡ he catches his breath before asking you if he can move. you nod. he kisses your lips, mumbling against you, “i’ll be gentle.” he begins to rock into you.

♡ and he is. he’s slow and soft with you, mumbling praises. he tries his hardest to get you to give him another orgasm, rubbing your clit. you whine and squirm under him. you trust him so much that you’re actually relaxed enough to orgasm your first time with him.

♡ he’s stopped moving inside you so he can focus solely on rubbing your clit. finally, you clamp down on him and come. you’re so breathtakingly beautiful under him, squeezing him so fucking tight, that könig orgasms right then and there, without even having to move. both of you are a little shocked and you end up giggling.

♡ he lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest, his hands wrapped around you, while you stroke his hair. he leaves a little trail of kisses on your skin and you both lay there for a bit, content and entangled together.

GAZ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ gaz is a bit baffled about what to do. like he gives off hot shit energy, but when you tell him he’d be your first, he gets flustered. he feels pressured to make sure it’s good since he will be your first impression of sex.

♡ you end up having to tell him to calm down. “kyle, oh my god, it’s fine! it doesn’t have to be perfect. i just want it to be with you.” and that definitely relaxes him a bit. he just doesn’t wanna ruin this for you. it’s actually quite sweet.

♡ he’s on the bed, on top of you, kissing you and slowly stripping both of your clothing. when you’re both in underwear he makes an offer. “did you wanna be on top, love?” you give him an unsure look. “idk, i'm not really sure what i’m doing,” you say shyly, playing with the chain around his neck as it dangles above you. gaz rolls over and takes you with him. “you don’t havta if you don’t wanna, but this way you get to control everything. because shit… idk how well i’m gonna be able to control myself once i’m in you.” your face goes red hot.

♡ you take him up on his offer and stay straddling him. you let him help you line yourself up with him and you sink down ever so slowly, gritting your teeth as you do. gaz has his hands on your hips, panting as you take him teasingly slow. “that’s it, baby,” he encourages.

♡ your hands rest on his chest, sitting slightly forward as you take your time sinking down all the way. once you’re fully seated, gaz let’s out a guttural grunt, his eyes squeezed shut, his voice strained, “fuck—yeah, good t-thing you’re leadin’ this because with how fuckin’ good ya feel, i'd be tempted to fuckin' plow right into you.” his words leave you slightly embarrassed. gaz opens his eyes and looks at you lovingly. “ugh, you’re a fuckin’ dream,” he groans.

♡ not only does his words make you more excited, but it makes you more confident. you begin to move up and down, putting your weight on your hands. gaz hands grip your hips tightly in his fingers, clawing at you as you ride him.

♡ after several minutes of this, he rolls you under him making you squeal. “i can’t hold back any longer,” he says as he slides out of you and thrusts back in. he definitely does it more powerfully than you were, but it doesn’t hurt. it feels good letting him do the work. he buries his head in your neck, “jus’ let me know if i’m going to fast.”

♡ it isn’t much longer until you’re squeezing around him, making him groan and grunt wildly. just hearing him like that, knowing it’s you causing it, has you spilling over the edge. the way you tighten around him sends him over the edge as well.

♡ you’re both panting as he lays beside you, pulling you into him. “jesus,” he murmurs. “i always thought it was supposed to kinda suck for women the first time,” you said. gaz looks down at you, running his fingers in your hair, and laughs. you both begin giggling, both ecstatic and feeling amazing. you’ve never felt closer to him in that moment.

It doesn’t take much to notice you. 

He sees you all the time, sitting in the front like the good little girl you are. Batting those innocent eyes up at every teacher as you shoot your hand up to answer every question with a bashful smile. Eyes you as you go up to different students, reminding them of tutoring sessions or offering help. His good little girl just wanted to make sure everyone graduates with passing grades. Just want to be so helpful for everyone, to feel needed. He could make you feel needed. Only if you’d let him, only if you needed him as much as he needed you. 

When he calls your name, your head shoots up instantly to turn to him. Your cheeks heat up when your eyes meet his, a smirk spreading on his face. He calls you over, finger forming a ‘come here’ motion. You instantly obey, getting out of your seat and standing over his desk. You flutter your lashes shyly at him, fingers fidgeting together as you try to kill the redness on your face. Miguel hums lazily, hand reaching out to play with a strand of your hair resting on your shoulder. Your hair is soft and silky against his fingers, his eyes watching as it twirls around his fingers.

“Tutor me.” He says simply, eyes blazing a lazy trial up to your face. His expression is one of boredom, except his eyes are glistening with mischief. 

The eye contact makes you flush deeper, face practically a tomato as you refocus your gaze to his ear to avoid his gaze. A stuttered response leaves you, uncertainty masking your voice as you ask him what he needs help with. The question momentarily pauses his movements. Truthfully, he doesn’t need help with anything. He has a high class rank, closely following behind your up and coming valedictorian title. In the end, he replies with science, a class he has a perfect grade in. You instantly agree, shyly giving him a time and day to go to the library for his sessions. 

He always shows up a few minutes early, you find him on his phone as his feet are propped up on a secluded table with his chair leaning on its back legs. A lazy smile crosses his face as he watches you walk over, not caring for the science workbooks you set down at the table. You try your hardest not to meet his gaze, finding it hard when he sets his feet down and leans closer towards you as you explain the material in quiet, stuttered sentences. He simply hums along to your explanations, not really listening as he brushes his shoulder against yours, accidentally grazing your hand when he points to a random paragraph, pressing the side of his knee against yours under the table. 

Each touch makes you stop talking, body tensing as a flush covers every inch of your skin. His touch burns against your skin, causing your voice to waver and fingers to tremble. He drinks in every reaction, interrupting your explanations with questions whispered too close to your ear in a flirty tone. They’re questions he already knows the answers to, but he just wants to keep hearing you talk and stutter. He’ll make you late to your next tutor session with a pout, teasing that he still doesn’t understand what you’re trying to teach him. It always causes your eyes to soften towards him and make you promise that you’ll move your schedule around to make room for a sooner tutoring session. It always causes Miguel to puff up with pride at his clever antics and for his heart to beat faster at the thought of spending more one-on-one time with you. 

When he’s not with you in his lovely tutor sessions, he keeps his eye on you. He watches you in the cafeteria as you offer someone your lunch because they didn’t bring any money and don’t have anything to eat. He smiles slightly to himself whenever you get stopped by an underclassman and you fuss over making sure they get to the right class and don’t end up lost in the halls. He gets slightly annoyed and furrows his brows when you hold the door open for a long string of people and only a few of them acknowledge your kindness with a thank you. You’re just so nice and he wishes he can have that sweetness of yours all to himself. Especially when he sees some random ass fuck trying their go at you. Because, of course you’re not just nice and smart, you’re a total fucking knockout. 

You have the sweetest little face paired with a body any man would get on his knees to worship, (a thought Miguel thinks about very often in the comfort of a bathroom or his bedroom), the shiniest fucking eyes that always blink up at everyone like they’re the most interesting damn thing you’ve ever met, and a voice that drips of honey and hidden sex appeal. And if it isn’t your looks that instantly draw them in, it’s that perfect personality of yours. Always kind and patient and funny. You’re always walking with someone in the halls, making everyone you’re with laugh and crave to be the subject of your attention. You’re a goddamn magnet, and everyone wants to be connected to you. You’re the type of woman that would convince any man to settle down, to drop to a single knee and ask you to be his for life. Because everyone knows that you’re a once in a lifetime girl and no one will ever come close to you. Every boy (and some girls) in this damn school wants a chance with you. 

And that pisses Miguel the fuck off. Because while you’re wife material, most boys here don’t even meet the requirements to be considered boyfriend material. Sleezy fucks who want a trophy wife that will suck them off after they come home from some meaningless job that they sit around all day doing nothing at. Immature cunts who think they’re funny when they poke fun at insecurities and claim it's a joke. Disgusting toddlers in overgrown bodies who don’t deserve to be in the same universe as you are. But, of course you’re still nice to them, and of course they think it means they have a chance with you. 

Miguel is always clenching his jaw and preparing his fists whenever he walks into the library to meet you after one of your earlier sessions to see some disney channel-looking fucker trying to sweet talk you. Key word being ‘trying’, because he can tell from a mile away that you’re still trying to be patient even though your body language screams ‘I am so close to slapping this boy with my textbooks’. The thought makes Miguel snort out a laugh that instantly dies as he watches some Zac Efron wannabe lean closer towards you. The asshole’s eyes instantly drop to your chest, where your textbooks are causing your boobs to be pushed together, revealing the most mouthwatering sight. Miguel’s eye is practically twitching when the dude’s slimy fingers come to run down your arm with the ugliest smirk Miguel has had the displeasure of seeing. 

Miguel doesn’t hesitate to walk over, walking slowly as he stops at the end of the table with a bored and displeased expression on his face. The boy, who’ll probably end up as a drug addict in his 20s, looks very annoyed at his presence. Even muttering something about Miguel being a ‘cock-blocker’ under his breath. The retort makes Miguel lift his brow in surprise. He didn’t know Mickey Mouse Junior even had a dick. Must be one of his magic mousekatools, he concludes. 

Miguel ignores him, instantly turning to you. The grateful look on your face as you stare at him makes Miguel puff out his chest, proud of himself for making you feel better. His body loses the tiniest bit of tension as you smile softly at him. “He bothering you, princesa?”

You instantly widen your eyes, moving to shake your head when Donald Duck speaks up, “I think you’re the one bothering her, actually.”

He must have been a mosquito in his past life, Miguel thinks to himself, it would explain why he’s so fucking annoying. Miguel turns over to Shrek’s brother and stares him down. The boy instantly looks like he might piss his pants, but keeps his position as much as his wobbling legs can, “I think you should leave Miguel. I’m sure she’ll be…preoccupied for the next hour or two.”

His comment makes you cringe from the applied meaning and Miguel sees absolute red. He has to laugh at what this fucker thinks would have happend if Miguel didn’t show up. Yeah right, like this motherfucker could last that long. Miguel grabs the front of his collar with a tight grip, almost pulling the poor boy over the table. A vein is visibly running down Migue’s neck as his jaw clenches. 

“Puta madre. Cuando termine contigo, no podrás tocar nada nunca más.” Miguel grinds out, shaking the worthless piece of shit slightly before turning towards you in a nicer, softer tone, but still laced with a bit of tension: “Go find us a nice table, hermosa. I have to take care of something real quick.” 

You can only nod, watching as Miguel leaves with the boy out the back entrance of the library. You wince slightly as the door closes rather loudly, feeling a bit of sympathy for the boy who most likely won’t schedule another tutoring session once Miguel comes back. You spend the next 20 or so minutes preparing the secluded table Miguel likes best. Laying out all your books and supplies, sitting still and then getting antsy and shifting things to straighten them every few minutes. 

When Miguel finds you, he walks over with his hands in his pocket. He looks just like he did a few minutes ago, his hair just slightly disheveled. Your heart might have actually stopped when his hand leaves his pocket to grab yours that are drummin nervously on the wooden table. His hand is rough compared to your soft one as he bends down and brings it to his face. His lips are soft, if not slightly chapped, when he presses a fleeting kiss to your knuckles, mumbling an apology for taking so long as he stares into your eyes. Your eyes are wide as you stutter out reassurance that it’s fine. Miguel simply hums before dropping your hand and going to sit down. He pauses when your small hands grab his once again.

Your thumb strokes over the redness and slight purple color of his knuckles, something that definitely wasn’t there when he first came in, hinting at what happened outside of the library building. A slight crease appears between your brows and your lips are in a sad pout.Your eyes don’t leave his hand when you mutter, “You’re hurt.” 

Your concern makes Miguel slightly happy, liking the idea you care for him. He slips his hand into yours, bending back down as his hand goes under your chin to lift your face. Out of sight from peering eyes, he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, mkay?”

Your stuttered and shy state makes him smile, muttering how cute you are as he finally sits down. You have to clap a hand over your mouth to conceal a squeak when Miguel grabs the seat of your chair and pulls it closer to him, practically connecting the edge of the chairs. He casually throws his arm over the back of your chair, not doing any dramatics like faking a yawn or stretching. You stare and blink at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach as he leans in closer. “Are we going to start or what, mami?”

He keeps his smile to himself, watching as you clear your throat and scramble to open your science textbook to where you had left off the last time. He just sits and watches, fingers ghosting over your shoulder gently, feeling nothing like the other guy. He listens to what you’re saying faintly, pointing at some diagram in the book. He thinks you asked him a question because you stare at him patiently, yet expectantly. He turns to you, shrugging, “Can’t see the model clearly.”

You nod, moving to push the book closer to him before his hands are on your waist. He leans fully back into his chair as he lifts you off yours and into his lap. He pulls the book in front of the both of you, head resting on your shoulder as he hums. “That’s better. Now ask the question again.”

Your brain stops functioning for a second, Miguel’s hands leaving your waist to rest against your legs, fingers slightly caressing the side of your thigh. Your nervousness makes you squirm, and his hands instantly grab onto your thighs tightly with a hiss. He grinds out for you to ask the question again, but he doesn’t sound aggressive. His voice sounds more pained and desperate. You nod with a gulp, hesitantly reasking the question that he pretends to think about before answering correctly just to hear your praise. 

As you continue talking, Miguel’s fingers rub the skin just below the ending of your skirt. You try to ignore the touches, but your body melts against his front as your voice quiets and you shift your body slightly to press into him. Miguel’s breath tickles your neck and your thighs clench as a single finger slips under the material of your skirt. It just barely skims over your panties, and your breath hitches. Miguel smirks at your reactions, asking you what’s wrong as he slowly moves your leg so it hangs over his leg. You’re a stuttering mess, brain malfunctioning when his hand comes back and caresses the crotch of your panties. Your cheeks flush, knowing it’s damp in arousal. 

A quiet groan leaves Miguel as he moves your panties to the side, letting his fingers rub against your bare pussy. Sticky fluid instantly clings to his fingers and his head turns to press kisses against your neck, his free hand coming up to your chin to tilt your head to the side for more room. Your hand comes down to hold his arm, eyes closing as the tips of his fingers tease your entrance. When he hears your slight whimper, he looks up to your face and pulls his fingers away, moving them to trace circles in your inner thigh. 

The small sound you make in protest causes him to chuckle, “Shh, shh. Keep talking, baby. You’re supposed to help me, remember?”

You open your mouth to protest but his fingers are back, this time slowly sinking into your heat instead of just teasing with his fingertips. Your eyes instantly close again and you let out a shuddering breath. You open our eyes, trying to focus on the words in the book. When you begin to read and explain a scientific equation, Miguel’s fingers reach knuckle-deep into you. You can hear the muffled sound he makes as he continues to suck and kiss your neck. Your weak explanation is cut off when he pulls his fingers back and pumps them into you, curling his fingers. The beginning of a moan is let out before your hand clasps over your mouth. Miguel laughs evilly as he continues moving his fingers. 

You're sure this is a game to him. Everytime you stop explaining things, he stops and tells you to continue. But once you start talking, his pumps and curls his fingers faster, causing you to cut yourself off when sounds of pleasures. You’re a mess by the time you finish your explanation, hips grinding into Miguel’s hand and fingers clutching to the edge of the table for stability. 

Once you say your last words, Miguel speeds his fingers up and bites into your neck, “Good girl. Gonna give you a reward for being such a good girl for me, yeah?”

You don’t hesitate to nod, face screwed up in pleasure as you reach closer and closer to the edge. Miguel leaves your neck, licking the bite soothingly before tilting your face back towards him. He muffles the loud moan you make as you gush around his fingers with a deep kiss. He bites and sucks on your bottom lip, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he savors the taste of your lip gloss. His tongue swipes over the seam of your lips, causing you to part them as his tongue explores your mouth. 

His fingers move to lazy pumps, working you through your orgasm before stopping completely. Your body shakes slightly against his, and he smirks into the kiss before pulling away. His fingers reappear from under your skirt, covered in your white cum. You both watch as he part his two fingers, white strings connecting the two. You let out an embarrassed whimper, watching as Miguel brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean. Your taste instantly floods his mouth and he practically rolls his eyes back. Of course you’d taste so fucking sweet and delicious. His fingers leave his mouth with a small pop, hurriedly coming back to kiss you again. A shy moan leaves you at your own taste. 

Miguel’s hand moves your other leg, spreading you out fully so both of your legs are pressed into the sides of his thighs. His hand leaves your chin and scoots you further up his leg, working on undoing his jeans just enough to stick his aching cock out of his underwear. The head is red and leaking, precum sliding down his length. His hand comes to pump himself before he moves you back over him, his cock resting against your ruined panties. 

“Move your panties to the side for me, yeah?” He mumbles against your lips. You comply instantly, pushing your panties to one side, moaning when Miguel takes a hold of his cock to align it with you. He pushed slowly into you, his hand releasing his cock to hold onto your thigh and to cover your mouth as you continued moaning out. He throws his head back with a choked moan the moment he bottoms out, holding still to bask in the way your tight cunt swallows him and squeezes around him. 

“Feels so fucking tight. Feels like I’m in heaven.” Miguel hisses out, his hips thrusting into you experimentally. 

The cutest of mewls leave your mouth, causing Miguel to nose your cheek almost lovingly. He takes his time, lazily thrusting into your pulsating pussy in an attempt to hold himself back. But he’s wanted this for so long. He’s wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to just be near you since the moment he laid eyes on you. And he’s here, in the goddamn school library, and you’re letting him fuck you as you sit on his lap. It feels like a scene straight out of some fucked-up erotica or porn video. Would it be too much if he started thanking you until he’s a babbling mess?

A strangled noise leaves Miguel when you start fucking bouncing on his cock, impatient with his slow speed. Instinctively, his hips speed up. The sound of wet squelching filling the small, unoccupied section of the library. Anyone can walk over, some poor student or librarian in need of a book only to find his good girl riding his cock so desperately. The thought makes his balls tighten and he has to distract himself before he blows his load into you too soon. He buries his head into the curve of your shoulder, shifting the hand that covers your mouth to stuff two of his fingers past your lips. Without even asking, you start sucking on them as you lift your hips up and down. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl, princesa.” Miguel praises into your ear, his hand leaving your thigh to pinch and play with your neglected clit. It causes you to squirm and for your steady riding to falter. “Oh fuck. Taking my cock so well, yeah? Taking it is so good for me. Holy fuck!” 

More curses leave his mouth as he pounds into you, shifting his hips until he hits that gummy spot inside of you that causes you to wrap your arm around his neck to hold on for dear life. Your pussy just keeps quivering around him, milking him for the cum you so desperately need to be filled with. The cum he wants to fill and claim you with. The thought of you walking out of the library, hell going to tutor another student, with his cum flooding your pussy and dripping through your panties is something he’s fantasized about for months. His pure, innocent girl tainted with how dirty she is by fucking him of all people, in a place where anyone can see how naughty she really is.  

“Miguel!” 

The sound of your muffled call makes his eyes snap open from their closed position, He looks up at your face, watching as a line of drool drips from your stuffed mouth. He has to groan and give you deep thrusts as a thank you for the pretty sight. As he thrusts, he realizes how much your walls have contracted, practically trying to trap his cock inside you. He notices how much your body is beginning to twitch and he knows you’re close. Your eyes look hazy and the muffled moans you let out add on to how close you must be to coating his cock. 

“Wanna cum on my cock, love? Gonna cum and make you all mine, yeah?” He whispers into your ear, slowing his fast thrusting in exchange for hard and deep thrusts that cause you to whine. You desperately nod your head, babbled and incoherent nonsense being said around his fingers. 

Miguel let out a low chuckle, speeding up again and relishing the happy noise that vibrates in the back of your throat. Your walls clench around him like a heartbeat for a few blissful moments before you're screaming around his fingers as your back arches and thighs shake. Miguel moans as he feels you cum around him, the lewdest noises coming from your wet cunt as he hammers into you for his own release. A sweat builds up on his face as he drives into you, trying to push in and out of your tight walls that only seem to tighten the more he thrusts. 

“That’s my good fucking girl. Came so beautifully around my cock.” He mumbles, looking down to where the two of you are connected to see the most gorgeous white ring at the base of his cock. He can feel himself twitching inside of you, on the brink of exploding. 

Miguel bites into your neck as one last act of claiming as he spills into you, his hips not stopping as he pumps you full of his seed. A delirious moan comes from you as you feel his warmth, but you seem happy as you melt into him. Your skin is sticky from sweat, arousal, and Miguel’s saliva when he pulls his face away from your neck. The bite mark is red against the purples beginning to stain your skin. He can feel himself getting hard again at the sight of it, but he refrains from taking more than what you’ve already given him. 

He lifts you up slightly, moaning as a mix of cum slowly falls from your hole, dripping onto the underside of his semi-hard cock. It drips down, merging with the cum that still sits at the base of his dick. He makes you stand between his legs, your upper body pressed against the table as you try to recompose yourself as Miguel lifts up the back of your skirt to study your glistening pussy and thighs. He pressed a small kiss on your pussy lips before readjusting your underwear to cover you again. A proud smile graces his lips as he watches the previous wet spot in them get darker from the cum still trying to leave you.

When he pulls the skirt back down, he finds you looking over your shoulder with a shy look. His beautiful good girl is back to her doe eyes and flustered cheeks. Miguel tucks himself back into his underwear, zipping himself back up. He takes the time to lazily look around, amazed that no one realized what was happening or witnessed it. He stands up off the chair, looking back towards you and wraps one of his arms around your middle to pull you up against his chest. 

The tiniest of squeaks leaves you as you meet his hard chest again, looking up at him with amazement. You can’t help but study his face, admiring the way his lashes flutter as he blinks and the way he looks good from even this angle. HIs eyes look down at you briefly, a lazy smile coming over his face as he shakes his head. He works on packing up your things for you, closing the unneeded textbook and stuffing it and your other supplies back into your bag. When he’s finished, he shifts his face down towards you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. 

The sappy smile that appears on your face makes his heart beat fast and for his own cheeks to heat up. He gulps and clears his throat, looking away as his hand starts rubbing the skin it rests over. He slings your book bag over his shoulder, the pastel color of it a large contrast over his entirely black attire. He stares back down at you, pushing hair out of your face and tilting his head at you. 

“Do you have another tutoring session to go to now?” He whispers softly, smiling when you shake your head no wordlessly. He hums in pleasure, his arm sliding from around your center and down to your hand, dwarfing it in his. He gives it a tight squeeze and pulls you with him as he starts walking towards the exit. You follow him with no resistance, just hurrying your pace to keep up with his long strides. 

“Where are we going?” You ask as the afternoon sun instantly hits both of you when you walk out the door. He pulls you straight to his car, opening the passenger door for you and closing it before putting your bag in the backseat. You watch without question through the windshield as you buckle in and he rounds the car to go through the drivers’ side door. After he buckles in, he turns and starts reversing, not answering until he’s out of the parking spot and turning the wheel back to straighten it. 

“Imma take you home so you can change.” He says simply, turning to throw you a quick smile before grabbing your hand again and intertwining them as he clutches onto the gearshift. “And then, I’m going to take you out on a date.”

❥ first of all, i reject the idea that hobie hates labels to the point where he wouldn't be exclusive with you. he wouldn't necessarily call you his girl/boyfriend, but partner would be a regular word in his vocabular

❥ hobie wouldn't be thrilled to get married or to have kids, but he's slightly open to the idea of marriage because of all the legal benefits especially because he does not have a legal family

❥ there is concept art of hobie having a houseboat so now i subscribe to hobie with a houseboat theory. this man has a houseboat that he found from a junk yard that he fixed up all on his own. while he would be happy to add onto the houseboat he would be a little sad to move because he spent so much time fixing it up

❥ living with him you'll find out that he is never in silence. he always has music playing or he's always humming, you just have to get used to it. even when he's going to bed he likes to listen to the radio

❥ speaking of listening to the radio, while hobie has the means to make his own phone he just doesn't have one. he would make one if you wanted him to but more than likely he's stealing your phone to watch youtube at night or learning to diy something

❥ all of hobie's gifts are handmade ! he's punk ! he avoids buying things like the plague. everything in his cute little houseboat is handmade, second hand or bought from a super small business', but all of his gifts for you are handmade

❥ listen i say this all the time, but hobie is so handy, like super handy. almost all his appliances are hand made. he goes into every single project with the confidence of a genius (because he is). you want a tablet, he could make you a better tablet than apple could dream of (it's true)

❥ he has a hard time falling asleep though, like a really difficult time sleeping. if it's not for you then he'd be up all night just pacing around the boat or on the deck plucking his guitar

❥ hobie isn't good at opening up emotionally, so often times he does have some pretty bad nightmares and instead of opening up he's going to trail outside and strum on his guitar

Something had drawn me to the basement. The broker told me that it was completely bare and covered in cement. There was nothing to see or storage yet— since I just officially moved in last week. But my body kept pulling through the Victorian manor anyway. I descended the grand staircase, into the kitchen, and right to the back door. The basement had been directly adjacent to it. A tingling sensation coursed through me as I turned the doorknob and inched down the stairs. My nerves were buzzing and my head was going fuzzy. I could almost hear a voice crawling through my mind. It scoured the vast plane before meeting my subconscious. Despite the intrusive nature of the presence, I was not threatened by it. For some reason, my body did the exact opposite: I welcomed it. As I walked through the pitch-black basement, I allowed the foreign spirit to enter my mind.

Come to me, gentle creature.

In the far edge of the dark abyss, a candle flickered on. It was followed by another and another. One by one candles started to light throughout the room. Warm light started to gradually fill the space around me. They formed a perfect ring around me. My eyes drifted to the ground and widened at the sight. Words scribbled in yellow chalk were written underneath my feet. I captured words like “sanguis”, “potator”, “monstrum”, and “daemonium”. It was times like this that I wished I took Latin more seriously in High School. I would be able to beautifully translate the foreign tongue below me. I narrowed my eyes and continued to search the scribbles on the floor. There had to be something I recognized, some word in English that didn’t stray far from its Latin roots. 

Suddenly, another candle flickered to life; following the same pattern as earlier. But, instead of following a circle pattern, it created a path to the other side of the room. The low light exposed more Latin words written in chalk on the floor. The loopy handwriting was almost decorative with how it graced the floor. Some sentences seemed never-ending. They covered the floors entirely; my eyes didn’t know where to look. I scanned the scattered lettering frantically, trying to piece together anything that could tell me what the hell was going on. 

About thirty feet away from me, the thick path of candles split into two. It started to form another shape— it was a rectangle. Just outside the shape, my eyes picked up a word written in bright red. I didn’t need translation to understand what it meant, as its meaning was universal. 

VAMPYRUS

The entire basement was encased in the warm light of hundreds of candles. The entire room was covered in Latin scribbling and horrific drawings. There were images of a massive figure with great fangs. He was drawn with bright red eyes and a disgusting scowl. His nails had been massive and strong. There had been claw marks embedded into the cement walls. Dried spatters of blood dripped near them. I could feel my heart begin to pound in my chest as my breathing increased. Panic coursed through me as I took several shaky steps backward. Then it finally hit me. The rectangular shape was not a decorative choice. The candles had been surrounding something I almost didn’t recognize: a casket. 

Don’t be afraid, tender beauty. I am no harm to you.

Before I could even acknowledge the voice ringing in my mind, the lid of the casket started to slide open. Inch by inch it moved from the inside as subtle movement sounded from within the space. My mind was racing, desperately trying to piece together how I could get out of the situation. From the copious amounts of pop culture that I had consumed, I knew that vampires were vulnerable to silver of any kind and fire. Yet, the only silver thing I had to my name was a crucifix my grandmother gave me for my 15th birthday. There had been no signs of any wood near me, meaning I couldn’t make a stake even if I knew how. The candle’s fire was too weak to create any damage and to form a lasting flame. 

I was simply stuck. 

The casket’s lid fell to the ground with a loud thud. A massive body began to rise from within the space. A broad chest was covered in a pristine white dress shirt, which seemed to glow in the low light. That was the only thing I caught a glimpse of before the vampire’s body came racing toward me. I didn’t even have time to scream. His hands were on my body before I could blink. They gripped my waist tightly, before pulling me into a tight embrace. My head rested comfortably at the top of his abdomen, while my arms lay limp at my sides. The vampire had been at least a foot taller than me and I was no small girl. I was roughly 5ft10, definitely taller than the average woman in town. The creature’s size and gentleness had been a peculiar combination. It was something I wasn’t expecting. 

“So. . . you’re not gonna kill me?” I asked awkwardly.

“Of course not,” he stated, pulling away from the embrace a bit. His deep brown eyes glimmered in the low light. “I believe I told you I wouldn’t, mi amor.” 

His voice was smooth and thick. There was a hint of an accent there as well. On any other occasion, I would've found the man insanely attractive. He had strong features: deep-set brown eyes, a strong straight nose, and prominent cheekbones. The vampire’s thick black curls were combed back, highlighting his perfectly shaped eyebrows. His warm skin tone laid the pale-skinned vampire myth out to dry. The monster before looked graciously kissed by the sun as did I. In this low light, it seemed like we have the same complexion. That little fact gave me some kind of solace. 

I would much rather be in a ring of candles with a BIPOC vampire, than a grumpy white one.

I slipped out of the arms of the swooning vampire and created some space between our trembling bodies. "Can we. . . uh. . . talk?"

"Yes, I would love that," he replied with a firm nob. 

On the outside, his emotions seemed completely unreadable. He looked every bit like a big, scary vampire from the past. However, something within me told me otherwise. The familiar fuzzy feeling from before was coursing through me. Waves of curiosity, adoration and. . . relief washed over me. Everything within me told me that he was waiting for this very moment for a long time. That the vampire had waited a significant time to meet and embrace me. He wanted nothing more than to be in close proximity to me for an eternity.

"Could we maybe not have this conversation in a creepy, witchy basement?" I suggested, hesitantly.

"Anything for you."

Before I could utter another word, the massive vamp placed one arm underneath my knees and another against my shoulder blades. In one fell swoop, he lifted me off the ground and started walking to the stairs. 

"Wait! The candles—"

Just as they lit themselves up, they sizzled out. 

The vampire took careful steps out of the basement. He held me firmly against his body as he slowly climbed up the stairs and walked through the corridor. His eyes drifted along the walls, taking in the home's decor. He nodded at the forest-green walls and mused at the gold accents. Upon entering the living room, the vampire’s eyes flickered to the window. He took in the full moon in the sky, allowing the milky light to coat his skin. 

After about thirty seconds, the vampire remembered where he was and placed me on a nearby couch. He took a seat in the spot next to me and remained silent. Almost like he was waiting for further instruction.

I nervously turned away from his fiery gaze and cleared my throat. The tension between us had already been so intense and we just met. It was so hard to focus when something so attractive was close to me.

Breathe, little dove. There's no need to rush anything. We have an eternity together.

"That! How do you do that?" I blurted. "How can I hear your voice in my mind?"

"Because we are fated to be together," he replied simply. 

"You're gonna have to give me more than that, vamps," I chided, crossing my arms over my chest. "Let's start with your name. Who are you? Why were you in my basement?"

"My name is Miguel O'Hara," he started. "I was born in 1723 in Mexico. My mother was Mexican and my father was Irish— their love was the purest thing I had ever seen. It wasn’t forbidden, but interracial relationships weren't exactly common. My Mexican side didn't necessarily appreciate my mother dating someone that wasn't her heritage, so they pushed me out of the village when I was ten years old." He sighed and shook his head at the statement. Almost as if he was still in disbelief by it. "We lived in the woods for about five years peacefully, until fever struck. It had taken both of my parents in a matter of weeks. Leaving teenage me to fend for myself after that."

Although I wasn't expecting to give his entire life story, I wasn’t mad at it. It gave some humanity to the hulking man next to me. 

"I met a witch not too long after that. She invited me into her home, fed me, and gave me a change of clothes," Miguel continued. "She was the first kind person I met in a long time and I decided to stick beside her. We grew close and I told her everything. About my parent's relationship, how their families rejected me, and how utterly lonely I felt when they died. I told her how I, one day, wanted to share that same love with someone. How I wanted to devote my life to that person. How I wanted to live forever with them."

"You were cursed, weren't you?"

"At the time, it was meant to be a blessing. Something to give me hope. Something to make me want to continue living, because I was tired," he confessed.

"Oh, no. . . I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

But the look on his face told me that it still bothered him. 

We stood in silence for a few moments, just letting the information settle in the room. I couldn’t stop glancing at his saddened face every so often. There was something deep within me yearning to comfort him. I wanted to embrace his huge body and place his head against my chest. I'd say sweet nothings, while I played in his hair. I wanted him to hear the steady beat of my heart, in hopes that it would soothe him.

It would, gentle creature. Just one touch and all the pain would drift away from my body.

My eyes widened at the statement as a fate blush dusted my cheeks. "Woo. . . lord give me strength," I swallowed hard. "You know how to make a girl feel special."

"That's because you are," Miguel replied, gripping both my hands. "I waited over a century to be graced with your presence and I could already tell it was worth the wait. Everything about you is just so intoxicating, from those big brown eyes to that wondrous mind. You are everything I ever wanted and more."

My heartbeat started to increase once more, but it wasn’t out of fear. It was lust. To hear such tender words from a man like him had made my heart glow and my womanhood heat. He was praising me for simply existing and that was enough for him. He didn't expect me to be anyone else or to change. From what I could tell, he liked me just the way I was.

Unlike Richard, my soon-to-be ex-husband.

The ill thought made a sour look flutter onto my face. I shoved the faulty memories back into the box that they sprang out of and sighed. I wasn’t to think about the divorce, let alone talk about it.

"So, given the information you have provided, you are about 300 years old," I concluded. 

"That is correct."

"And it would be safe to assume that this used to be your house?"

"Yup."

"And you've been in the basement the entire time?"

"Mhm."

"And the real estate agent knew?"

"Not exactly," he countered. "The section of the basement we were in was sealed off for at least a century. I had started to lose faith in your arrival and decided to rest until I was graced with your presence. The witch had told me that I would instinctively know it was you. There would be some kind of force pushing us both together. And she was right. I mean why else would you buy a house in the middle of nowhere."

I turned away from him, desperately trying to limit the thoughts of my past from flaring right back up. I simply wasn't ready to share that part with him yet. 

A yawn, suddenly, ripped through me and took over my being. I looked down at my wristwatch and realized that it was well into two o'clock in the morning. 

"How about we call it a night?" Miguel suggested. "You seem exhausted and we could always continue this tomorrow."

"Alright," I said, slowly rising to my feet. "Well, good night then." 

"Good night, sweetheart."

Miguel O'Hara was a traditional vampire in every sense of the word. He was allergic to silver and all things holy. Meaning, that little crucifix my grandmother gave me had to stay in the jewelry box from that point forward. He was also deathly sensitive to sunlight and remained asleep for the majority of the day. He didn't necessarily prefer to sleep in the coffin, but he continued out of respect for me. 

Finally, he drank blood and from the dried splatters along the wall, lots of it. I didn’t know where he got it or who he got it from, but I refused to ask. Some things were better left unsaid. 

After a few more encounters with the friendly vampire, he revealed that he awoke from his deep slumber a month before our meeting. It was around the time I was touring the house for the first time. Miguel detailed how his heart grew with anticipation as my footsteps echoed throughout the home. He knew from the moment I stepped out of the car that I was the woman he was looking for, a missing piece to a very complicated puzzle. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to me, but since I primarily arrived at the estate during the daytime he couldn't. 

In pure vampiric fashion, Miguel decided to wait on the night of the full moon to make his grand appearance.  The mysticism of the event was supposed to soften the blow, at least that's what he assumed. Since the curse was performed on a full moon, our connection would be amplified during that time. Which was why he was able to read my thoughts so clearly and I read his emotions. 

The more I talked to Miguel, the more fairy tale-esque the situation felt. It was as though I was a princess, forced to stay in a drafty old castle with a mysterious prince. Someone that looked brutal and monstrous on the outside. Someone that has the capability of ripping someone's head off without breaking a sweat. Yet, he was the kindest man I had ever met. 

My eyes flickered over to one of the many gifts that Miguel has given me over the last few days. There had been about two dozen Double Delight roses sitting in a pristine crystal vase before me. Their white core seemed to glow in the moonlight, while red tips glittered like rubies. I had never seen something so pretty. I don’t know how he managed to order them, with him being a vampire and all, but the action had struck something in me. Miguel didn’t get me flowers out of obligation. He didn’t get them because it was an anniversary or a birthday. He had gotten them just because he knew they would bring me joy. 

I cried when I saw them. 

"You have to stop crying every time I give you something," Miguel said, placing a box on the kitchen counter. "You're going to make me want to kill your past lovers."

My eyes widened at the statement. "Why would you do that?"

"Because they didn't treat you right," he replied nonchalantly. "I mean, what is courting if not showering a woman with gifts?"

I could feel the tears immediately well in my eyes. "Miguel. . . " I murmured.

"You didn’t even open the gift and you're already crying," he tsked. The vampire pulled a tissue from the box and lifted it to my face. "May I?"

I nodded.

Miguel closed the gap between us. His massive body towered over my own, completely encasing me against the counter. He brought the tissue to the corner of my eye and began to dab. His tired brown eyes fazed into mine with an unreadable emotion. It was a cross between uncertainty and adoration. It was almost like he was pondering whether I had truly been his perfect match. If I would ever accept the union and show him who I was. He could sense that I was hiding something, but never pushed. Miguel was a patient man. He was fine waiting an eternity for me to trust him, as long as I stayed with him. 

The vampire lowered the tissue from my face but kept his body close to mine. His brown eyes stayed steady on my face. They digested my worrisome demeanor and presented a soft facial expression. I took my bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled nervously. My eyes kept stealing glances at his soft lips. They have been my main distraction for the past month and I was beginning to lose my self-control.

As a freshly separated woman, the temptation was as strong as ever. A big, strong, rich vampire wanted to take care of me for an eternity? How does one say no to that? I was struggling too.

Kiss me.

I shouted the two words out loud in my mind, in hopes that he'll hear them. His eyes widened from the statement and a slow smile crept onto his face. His muscular arms wrapped around my plump body and pulled me even closer to him. I could feel my ample bosoms squish against his hard abdomen, which sent a shiver down our spine. Miguel’s thoughts were just as dirty as mine and we were tempted to make them a reality. 

The vampire slowly leaned on closer, forcing our noses to touch. He parted his lips and gradually inched towards my mouth. It felt like time was moving in slow motion. The first brush of his lips made my heart stop. My knees felt weak and Miguel had to gather me in his arms. A pleasurable sensation skated across my nerves. Fireworks had exploded behind my closed eyes and everything seemed to still be around me. 

It was simply magical.

Miguel goes to pull away, but I grip his shirt to stop him. Slowly but surely I had found my strength and hooked my arms around his neck. I kissed him back. I welcomed every emotion that blossomed from our union. Adoration. Longing. Lust. I moaned against his lips and brought my body closer to his. A growl erupted behind his throat as he lifted me off the ground. My legs were wrapped around his hips and my arms were securely around his neck.

Are you sure this is what you want, mi amor?

His Latin accent was thicker than usual in my mind. The lust was quickly eating away at his polished demeanor. The carnal desires were slowly coming to the light and his inner beast was almost ready to pounce.

I couldn’t wait.

I pulled away from the drooling vampire and scanned his face. His pupils were dilated and his mouth was partially open. He didn't have to use his lungs or breathe if he didn't want to. Yet, Miguel was heaving. The kiss had seemed to bring life to him, forcing him to take rapid breaths. 

His thoughts were loud in my mind. 

Miguel wanted me. He wanted me in every way one could imagine. 

He wanted me on the floor. Bent over the couch. Against the wall. He wanted me in the shower, hands pressed against the glass. Hovering over the bathroom sink with my arms behind my back. He wanted me in the kitchen, across the island with my legs on his shoulders. He wanted me in the study, fucking me so hard the books fell off the shelves. He wanted me in my bed, my thighs smothering his face while my hips wiggled against his mouth. 

Miguel wanted to truly break the house— our house in. The vampire wanted to fuck me on every available flat surface possible; from the top of his coffin in the basement to the expensive rug in front of the fireplace. He wanted me in the best and the worst way. He wanted me in any way he could have me.

And, to my surprise, I was going to let him. 

I want you, Miguel. I want you so bad it hurts. 

His eyes fluttered closed and he tightened his grip on my body. Miguel pressed his forehead to mine and released a shaky breath. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear, Y/N.” 

His plump lips locked with mine moments later. The kiss was even more intense than its predecessor and it made spin. My hands found their way into his hair, tugging and pulling the curls as I wiggled my tongue in his mouth. The Latin man blindly started to take steps out of the kitchen. Like an expert, he managed to walk through the hallway without bumping into any furniture or walls. He slowly walked up the stairs, while dropping messy kisses down my jaw and to my neck. My eyes rolled back as he sucked the tender area. My whimpers bounced through the house without warning. The sheer sounds of my pleasure were starting to stir things within me. 

My ex always wanted me to be quiet when the moment came. He said my moans were “nauseating” and took him out of the mood. Richard preferred I be as silent as a mouse while he climbed on top of me a humped me like a rabid dog. The sex never lasted longer than ten minutes and there was rarely any foreplay. The act felt like a chore, rather than an activity we could enjoy together. 

It was one of the many things Richard ruined for me.

Miguel lowered my body onto a familiar surface and pulled me away from the embrace. I opened my eyes to see his big brown eyes staring down at me. A look of pure bliss had graced his face as a took me in. He looked at me as if I were the only woman in the entire world. Like I was his most prized possession. Miguel O’Hara looked at me as if I was his entire reason for existing and I could feel my heart swell with an emotion I almost forgot existed: love.

I was beginning to fall in love with a man I had barely known for a month. 

I was falling in love with a man that rested for a hundred years, waiting for me.

I had started to fall in love with a vampire. A monster to some, but an absolute sweetheart to me. 

The fanged bastard was starting to creep into my cold heart and repair everything I thought was broken forever. 

Miguel had made me realize that there wasn’t anything wrong with me, that I wasn’t broken. I just needed the right lover to make me whole.

My trembling hands reached for the buttons on my shirt. I fumbled with the little pieces of plastic, silently cursing myself for being so nervous. Without saying a word, Miguel’s gentle hands replaced my own. His nimble fingers undid the buttons in a matter of seconds. He slipped the cotton garment off my shoulders and tossed it aside. The longs digits gently caressed my soft center and shoulders. Miguel’s touches were light and respectful— something I wasn’t particularly craving at that moment. With shaky hands, I fumbled with the belt buckle of my pants. I undid the fastening of the dark blue jeans and started to push them down my waist. The vampire moved his hands lower, assisting me in the undressing activity. As he did that, I removed the hair clip from my head and allowed my box braids to fall to my back.

Miguel growled at the sight. He took in my pretty purple lingerie set and crawled on the bed. It was a vintage lacy number, with handmade lace and silk ribbons. I had bought it sometime after he had given me the twelfth gift; it was one he had to assemble. His bulging muscles and breathy grunts had practically pushed me to the lingerie website. My dirty, little mind couldn’t help but imagine him making those noises while I was underneath him. For that reason, I decided I needed to be ready. I needed to wear lingerie just in case I got lucky.

“You’re as beautiful as a painting, mi amor,” he purred. “I could stare at you forever.”

A warm sensation arose to my cheeks as my heart began to pound. “Miguel. . .”

“My darling. . .” he replied, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped the thin cotton fabric from his muscular arms and tossed it aside. “I have waited for this. . .” Miguel unbuckled his pants. “I have waited for you. . .” He slid the dark grey trousers down his muscle thighs and allowed them to pool at his ankles. “For over a century and that wasn’t nearly as hard as being in the same house with you for the past four weeks.” 

The final thing remaining on his body was a pair of boxer briefs, which I had bought him. The bulge, now unrestricted, was bigger than I could’ve ever imagined. It was bigger than I could have ever had, yet I wasn’t scared. If what he told me was true, then we were made for each other. Completely destined to be united. So, in other words, I should be able to take his monster dick with no problem.

Touch me. 

Within seconds, his massive body was hovering atop mine. His lips were dancing along my neck as his fingertips wiggled between my thighs. They pushed past my waistband and down my curly mound. The callous pads gently caressed the sensitive lower lips, which caused my body to shiver. They separated the vulva and found my happy-swollen pearl instantly. A gasp erupted from my throat as the man above me rubbed large circles against it. It had been so long since I had been touched so intimately by someone else— I had almost forgotten what the sensation felt. Moans spilled from my lips as my hands pulled against his hair. My body vibrated against his, begging Miguel to take it just a single step further. My slick channel felt so empty and practically unused. It craved to be stretched and probed. 

“You are so wet. . .” The vampire growled against my neck. “I’ve barely even touched you. . .”

“Please. . .” I mewled, rolling my body against his. “Stop the teasing. . . I can’t take it anymore.”

Miguel released a deep chuckle. “Whatever you say, mi amor.”

In the blink of an eye, my underwear was off and the vampire was beneath me. My thighs rested on either side of his handsome face and his large hands were on my hips. I looked down and immediately noticed the facial expression he chose to wear for that occasion. It was pure adoration. My curly mound and sensitive vulva were in his direct line of vision. The vampire had been staring at it as if it were the most marvelous thing he had ever seen in his 300+ years of living. With tender hands, he pushed my hovering hips down on his open, waiting maw. Electricity shot through my body as his tongue lapped against my folds.

“Oh fuck. . .”

My hips rolled against his eager face, while I used the headboard to stabilize myself. The velvet muscle caressed the sensitive area, sending shocks through my body. His firm grasp directed my hips closer to his face. The gentle pulling didn’t stop until my pelvis was comfortably resting on the hot mouth and prickly chin. The fear of smothering him had come and gone; Miguel O’Hara was a traditional vampire in every sense. He didn’t need to breathe. He could feast on my beloved womanhood for as long as he desired without coming up for air. Shivers ran through my spine from the idea. A feeling of triumph coursed through my veins, alongside the pleasure giving me goosebumps. I had truly hit the lover jackpot of the millennia. 

Eventually, his soft lips found the aching pearl underneath her curtains. The lips wrapped around the bud and trapped her in a cage. A powerful suction fired up in Miguel’s mouth and my eyes snapped open from the action. My hips started to have a mind of its own. I rolled them faster on his face, harder too. He alternated between sucking and lapping the oozing cunt— my god did it feel oh so good. Desire was coursing through my needy body. A hunger I didn’t recognize was forming in the pit of my stomach. There was a sort of power in the position Miguel had placed me in. My thighs were completely smothering his face and his mouth was full of my cunt. My hips were fucking his hot mouth like they only had five minutes left on Earth. My hands gripped the headboard so tightly I thought I might break it. I could feel my peak nearing, but the notion didn’t stop my movements. I fucked myself against his mouth for what felt like hours until my back suddenly arched and my toes curled.

“Fuck!” I cursed as my legs shook against his face. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face!”

Slowly, all the feeling left my body except Miguel’s mouth on my pussy. My limbs numbed and my head drew blank. I could no longer hear the sounds of the sultry moans dripping from my lips, just my rapid heartbeat exploding in my chest. There was a warm sensation at the pit of my stomach, one I hardly recognized. My mouth fell open and my movements came to a screeching halt. My thighs squeezed shut, and my body hunched forward. One of my hands gripped his hair, while the other remained on the headboard. Short shouts spilled from my lips. Incoherent phrases followed soon after. There was not a cohesive thought in my mind at that moment. 

The orgasm felt long and raw. It unearthed something unholy within me. I wanted more of it. I wanted more of him. I needed Miguel inside of me right then and right now.

When my soul had returned to my body, I dragged my twitching lower half to his awaiting cock. It was still hard, throbbing, and glistening. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and ran the tip along my puffy pussy. I let it circle my clit a few times before aligning it with my entrance. 

“Y/N, wait— Shit!”

My slutty hips slowly sank onto the vampire’s cock, earning a violent twitch of the member inside of me. I firmly placed my hands on his chest, pushing my hips down even more. There was a subtle burn from how much he stretched my needy pussy, but I didn’t mind. I only made it about halfway down the shaft before Miguel started to rub my forgotten clit. Moans fell from my lips as I pushed down just a little bit more. Before I knew it, the entire member was buried in my snatch to our surprise. We looked down in shock at where our curly bits met in shock. 

We are made for each other, huh?

Miguel’s eyes sparkled at the statement and a wicked grin fell on his lips. 

Before I knew it, the vampire had placed me flat on my back with my legs hugging his waist. His deep brown eyes were looking into mine with such intention— I didn’t need to hear his voice in my mind to understand it. Miguel, then, hooked his arms underneath my shoulders and placed his forehead against mine. His hips rolled slowly against my womanhood. The painstakingly muted movements made my body sing with anticipation. It felt as though he was testing the waters. The vampire wanted to see just how used how much my heat accommodate his massive cock. He needed to make sure I wasn’t being hurt in any way and that the motions weren’t too rough for me. 

I brought my lips to his and gave him a seductive kiss.

Fuck me like you mean it.

The massive man groaned against my lips and started to litter lazy kisses against my neck. 

You’re going to be the death of me.

Before I could process what he meant, the vampire lifted his head from the area and readjusted his body. He placed his palms flat down on the mattress and raised his body from mine. Our chests were separated, but our legs were tangled together. It seemed like he preferred it that way. He took in my expression once more before increasing his thrusts. The process was gradual. The pressure and speed increased in small increments. Again, Miguel was testing my limits as to how much I could handle. He was doing everything in his power to make sure this was a comfortable experience instead of a painful one.

The moans didn’t start flying from my mouth until a few moments passed. My entire body was jiggling from the force applied to his thrusts. My eyes slipped shut and my back arched against his looming body. 

"Please," I whimpered. "Please, Miguel. Just a little harder."

I could feel a pleasurable flame ignited within me. I wanted nothing more than my body ablaze and the wind knocked from me. The hunger was still prevalent even after the hardest orgasm of my life. I wanted Miguel in any possible way I could have him. Above, below, and adjacent. On my back, my stomach, or my side. I wanted him to plow his massive member in me, just as desperately as he sucked into my snatch. 

With a growl, Miguel hoisted my body in the air and pulled me onto his lap. Instinctively, I hooked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He sat back on his heels and held me tightly against his chest. Without warning, his hips rose from their slouched position and collided with my center. A gasp tickled my tongue and air escaped my lungs. The thrusts were deep and hard. They pushed through me with such intention and precision that it was supernatural. The smooth head of his member was nestled against a pleasure point I forgot I had. The snap of his hips had sent the head to kiss the underside of my cervix, which was sending shock waves through my core. His strength and speed were unmatched. The hip thrusts were so quick that it felt as if Miguel was vibrating against me. My entire body felt tingly and warm. Deep throaty moans shot out of me as my eyes fell closed. My walls fluttered against the devilish member and I could already feel my peak begin to rise.

“H-h-holy Sh-sh-shit,” I stammered, digger my nails into his shoulders. “M-M-Miguel. . .”

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the smile slowly take over his face. 

 Take me, mi amor. Take all of me. My cock, my power, my adoration— it is all yours to have. To hold. To cherish.

The sweet words had sent my insides into a frenzy. My heart swelled from the dedication. It made the impending orgasm all that much sweeter.

I am yours. In this lifetime and the next. I will remain by your side as long as you breathe and even after that. 

His name was the only word I could formulate in my mind as he continued to pound into me. I chanted it over and over again in my mind since my tongue wasn’t cooperating properly. I thought about our life together and what it could look like. Our nights would be filled with cuddles and kisses. Declarations of love and tiny gifts to show appreciation towards each other. There would be no arguments or spats over silly things. I wouldn’t have to hide in my bedroom because he came home too drunk or pretend it didn’t happen the next morning. I could ask him to fix things and it would get done. I wouldn’t have to wonder if his love was true, since he had no problem with telling me every chance he got. From what I gathered from his mind, there was nothing I could do to make Miguel love me even less. Nothing I could do to provoke him to yell at me or attempt to hit him. Even if I drew a stake into his heart, Miguel wouldn’t even stop me. He told me, “Death by your hand is the only way I would want to go.”

What he had for me was more than just love and trust. It is more than simply being fated to one another. He had the drive to be a good partner, someone worth loving. It showed in everything he ever did. From the copious amounts of gifts to the gentle words in my mind as he fucked me into another dimension— Miguel O’Hara simply loved loving me and that made my heart ache.

The orgasm collided with my body and immediately pulled me out of my daze. My eyes rolled back and my head fell as well. Short, curt gasps puffed out of my mouth. Fireworks exploded throughout my mind as the orgasm progressed. His movements remained steady and consistent, making it even longer than intended. 

On my pleasurable way down, one of my hands crept up to Miguel’s head and took hold of his dark curls. I moved my head a little bit and exposed my neck. 

Drink.

Miguel stopped his rapid thrusting and looked down at me. “Are you sure, darling? Because you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I interjected. “And I trust that you won’t drain me completely. So, drink.”

His brown eyes fluttered to my exposed neck and shaky breath left his lips. “Just let me know if I am hurting you, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Slowly, Miguel sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, earning a small gasp from me. There was a small pinch, but then it was followed by gentle suckling. My eyes fluttered closed as a glorious sensation arose within me. It was foreign, something I could only describe as delectable. The forbidden nature of the act was feeding my carnal desires in a way that nothing else had. In a way, Miguel had been getting his fill of me just as I got of him. The transaction was nowhere near normal or mundane. The supernatural nature of it was making my head spin and my desire spike once again. 

My hips rolled against his lap as he continued to drink from my neck. His member was still hard nestled between my sensitive walls, but it was twitching. It signaled to me that Miguel was just as turned on as I was by the act. I pulled our bodies back, resulting in me on my back again. His mouth slipped from my neck with a groan.  Miguel sat up from his slumped position and looked up at the ceiling. When he opened his eyes, they were pupil-less. The once-white sclera was shrouded in black with specks of white, from the moonlight. His mouth was painted a deep crimson and his fangs were longer than than I had ever seen them. He looked every bit like a scary, bloodthirsty vampire; yet I wasn’t afraid of him. Not for one second. I was even more turned on. 

“Filthy little minx.” His voice was deeper than before. It rumbled through me and straight to my core. “You entice me with such a tempting offer and then lay there all pretty and docile.” He licked his lips slowly, capturing every stray drop of blood at the corners of his mouth. “It’s almost like you want me to ruin your pretty, plump body with my vampiric tendencies.” 

He pulled my rear back onto his lap but left my upper back against the mattress. Miguel’s massive hands took hold of my hips before he snapped his against mine at a sickening pace. It wasn’t nearly as fast as before, but it was a little bit harder than earlier. My breasts bounced atop my chest as the thrusts pierced through me. The vampire was no longer kissing the sweet spot beneath my cervix; he was obliterating it. My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me and I held them tightly. 

“Oh Fuck!” I yelled, staring directly into his eyes. “Just like that! Don’t stop!”

The sweet lover that I had grown to adore had left and been replaced with something I can only describe as a monster. The nature of his movements could no longer be described as tender and loving. They were animalist and rugged. They were unholy and disgusting— yet I couldn’t get enough. Miguel had fucked me like I was the last woman on earth. There was no hate or malice in the action. It left like he needed me. Like I was the only person that could get him that turned on and ready to risk it all.

“And you would absolutely correct, mi amor,” he groaned, staring down at me. Never breaking his pace, not even for a moment. “No woman will ever have the power that you have over me. To me, you are the last woman on this Earth that will get this kind of care and devotion from me. I will spend an eternity trying to prove myself worthy of your adoration. You are my first and last love.”

“Oh yes!” I screamed, gripping the sheets harder. “Keep going! Please keep going.”

A snarl crept from his throat as his dangerous pace continued. Even in the heat of pleasure, I could feel his hips fluttering and his cock twitching. Miguel was starting to reach his limit.

Come with me.

The vampire threw his head back and shouted a word in spanish. His hips had done their best to keep their iron will and delectable pace, but they became sloppy and unorganized. Miguel’s chest was rising and falling as if he had just ran a marathon. His mouth was agape and his fangs were still long. His thighs were vibrating underneath my rear and his member twitched violently within me. Yet, like the gentleman he was, Miguel’s hand found my aching pearl and he started to rub it viciously. 

Our bodies rasped and shook against one another. Our breathing was practically in sync as we the throes of pleasure collided with our spirits.

I love you, Y/N.

The vampire had shouted the statement in my mind as his cock shot hot liquid into my snatch. Miguel whimpered and whined as he emptied the load in me. It was a beautiful site. To have a have a man enjoying sex and passion without limiting the experience was delightful. I could feel my heart begin to warm and my mind gain a glossy haze. A gentle pool in my belly started to overfill and my orgasm poured onto me. It was a gently as a river and just as powerful as the ones prior. It caused my entire body to relax into the mattress and my rear to slip from Miguel’s lap. I threw an arm over my face as my body trembled and twitched. 

Without missing a beat, Miguel moved from his position between my legs. He took a spot on the right side of my body and pulled me into his arms. He cradled me as the aftershocks of the orgasm died down. The vampire murmured sweetnothings into my ears and mind. Reassuring me that everything was okay and that I was safe. After a few moments, I lifted my head from his chest and found his eyes. They had went back to their normal state. My shaky hands brushed against his sharp jawline and strong nose bridge. I cupped his cheek, before pressing his lips to mine. 

I adore you. 

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a/n: I have seen the asks and the messages. I appreciate your support and I will try my best to get on them as soon as possible. I will be posting every Sunday once again.

Where is she?

That was the question that was floating around in the head of your dearest friends; Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and Hobie. Your lover.

Your little friendgroup always had a hangout in the evening if not busy. Most of the time everyone was there — and if they weren't they'd firstly tell each other they couldn't come. So where were you?

No one had heard anything from you in the past 24 hours, causing them to be worried. Especially your lover. Sure, a person can sleep alot and have their own free time, but there was not one single message from you.

So, Hobie, being the guy who didn't know what the words 'privacy' or 'personal space' meant, opened a portal to your dimension. The portal appeared in your familiar looking living room. Hobie visited you alot of times, whatsoever he never really had a good look into your room, which he hoped, you were in right now.

He made his way to your room slowly, carefully twisting the doorhandle. A fading, sweet smell lingered in the air, a huge difference from the one from your living room. His eyes immediately cought the amount of fluffy things you had in your room — fluffy rugs, fluffy plushies, fluffy coats —

And as his eyes went further and further, exploring your room that was pretty cool despite the heat outside of your house, he finally found you.

A neat, cozy bed with a fluffy blanket in your hold.

Hobie was not the one who'd struggle to not let any sounds out, no matter how dramatic the situation was, but he couldn't help himself as he covered his mouth, stiffling an 'awe'.

You were so cutely curled up in your sleep, hair messy, mouth slightly agape, holding the blanket impossibly close to you. It was a rather smaller blanket, something that wouldn't fully cover your body, hence the reason you had another one tucked around you.

Hobie smiled before taking off his boots and coming up to your bed to sit on the edge of it. You were so adorable, he didn't even try to fight the urge to attack your face with kisses — which soonly woke you up from your slumber.

You groaned as you adjusted your eyes to reality, processing what the hell was going on.

Room.

You.

Bed.

Blankie.

Door open.

Hobie.

Kisses.

Coldddd...

Wait

Hobie?—

"Hobie?"

He smirked "sorry luv, didn't mean to wake ya, jus' looked too sweet not to kiss y'r face off"

You were still processing everything until eventually a click went off in your head.

Your blankie.

You blushed, immediately letting go off it and sitting up. You knew you were done for, hiding it wouldn't help your situation now that Hobie had a 100% seen it.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well you didn't answer anyone for a day straigh', was worried like ev'ryone else."

You bit your lip, mumbling out a small apology.

Hobie ignored it, he wasn't mad at all, his attention was just set on something else.

"ts what gotcha stealin' your attention from me?" Hobie said as he pointed to your small blanket.

"No!- I mean.., maybe for a day" you paused shamefully "I just.. found it again, it used to help me fall asleep when I was a kid — and I was having a few troubles recently, soo.."

Hobie frowned "oh dolly, why didn'tcha tell me?"

You shrugged "didn't wanna make a big deal out of it"

Hobie shook his head "it is a big deal, 'nd I wanna help you in the times y're in the need of help, so now scoot over and lemme be your blankie for a bit."

You needed a second to handle his full question before a smile broke out on your face. You shifted to the side as his tall, large form made its way into the bed, your bodies touching. You were still holding your smaller blanket, which didn't go unnoticed by Hobie.

"May I?" He questioned and with no hesitation you passed him the blanket carefully. He took it gently, admiring the soft material.

"Can you... not tell anyone?" You mumbled out. He turned to you.

"Won't, princess. If tha' was my blankie I wouldn't wanna share it with anyone eitha"

You giggled, your heart warmed up to the fact that he found it cute and understood your love towards it.

"Now c'mere and hug me"

"What about the others? Aren't they still worried—"

"They can handle a few more hours of my luv gettin' a shit ton of sleep. 'Nd if not they'll show up, they'll see me huggin' and hidin' ya body — mean, it's cold in here anyway, wha' 'bout some body heat?"

You stood silent, embracing his body which covered yours and your blankie in-between you two.

"I love you" you whispered out.

"Love ya too softie"

Masterlist

Top kinks?

What's Hobie's favorite part of them?

What's their favorite part of Hobie?

Who's more dominant? Or do they switch?

Who's more adventurous?

Toys or no? What about lingerie?

Public? Or for the bedroom only?

How often?

Who has a higher sex drive?

Who's more likely to get it started?

Threesomes? Or an activity for two?

Are they one for dirty talk?

What's one song that describes their sex life?

Are they more romantic, or raunchy?

Do others know they've slept together?