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you frown at him, trying to push back against his frame, but in vain. it's unfair, no matter how jealous he may have got, already smoking to calm down while his other hand grips you tighter. "not fair," you hiss back at him, "i was just tryina be polite. you know… when you don't say rude shit to people for no reason—"

he's not amused. incredibly not amused.

"i know what polite means, doll, i just don't see a reason why you should be like that to assholes like him." he nods towards the entrance of the shop, and you can tell he means the last customer that was in there. the teeth, hair, and muscles. right. david blows smoke in your direction, a little smirk breaking his scowl as you cough it out.

"told ya to stop that shit, and let me go, fuck…" this time, when you swat at his hand, he releases you and turns away to take the last few drags of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stepping on it.

"what did he say to you?" there's an underlying tone in his voice that's not all that angry, if you focus just enough… is he hurt? oh hells, is he?

"he—" you can't relent to him, can't go soft just because he might be thinking the worst. he's overreacting, and you won't be the pushover that's gonna just try to pacify him. "he asked about a bar nearby. decent drinks. i told him about the one we never made it to that one night…" the mention of the dingy bar makes him look away as if in embarrassment, remembering how he couldn't even keep it in his pants enough not to make you unable to stand just before you should've left your place. no, you never did make it to that bar, but it's a good place for monsters to gather… "and then he asked when my shift finishes. so i told him i'm seeing someone. a big badass someone. a very hungry vampire that could kick his ass if he wasn't careful."

david's lips upturn into a proud little smile, he's already stepping closer to you, raising a hand to brush it against your shivering form. you practically ran out of the shop, not bothering with the jacket that's somewhere in the back, hanging off a rusted nail hammered into the wall.

"did you actually say that?" slightly calmer, he barely whispers those words, a smirk quirking his lips upwards as he feels the goosebumps under the sleeves of your flimsy shirt.

"no," you chuckle, "but he got the point. that's what matters, right?" you ask, hopeful.

david is already shrugging the jacket off his shoulders and wrapping you in it before taking your hair out from under the collar. it smells of him, the faint tinge of blood, smoke, and his natural scent, the one you sleep best wrapped into, the one you seek out in the early dawn when he's coming back to bed and you're counting the hours you still have with him until the sun sets. his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off the muscles of his forearms and several scars that are still healing, reminders of the fights he gets dragged into on the regular. you shiver at the sight of them barely illuminated by the flickering street light somewhere in the corner of the alley by the dumpsters. reaching out instinctively, your fingertips slowly trace the biggest scars, and he takes the opportunity to pull you closer by your elbows, making you nearly bump into him as he walks forwards until your back meets the bricks once again.

"he got the point," he drawls, pressing you harder against the wall, "but you should learn to be a little more blunt, babe."

suddenly, his thigh is between your legs, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your crotch trying to get a reaction out of you. your eyes quickly find his, tearing away from the way his jaw was twitching to hold back the annoyance. those pale irises always feel like daggers shooting into your soul, like he can see what you're thinking and what you've yet to think. and what he sees… is the moan about to leave your lips when he presses his knee against the wall and rubs against you just right.

"what was that?" he asks, a cocky smile on his face while his one hand grips the front of your shirt and the other fishes another cigarette from the pocket on the jacket draped over your shoulders. after a long drag, and an even longer exhale—thankfully away from you this time—he gets into your face again, so dangerously close to nipping your lip if he wanted to. your resolve is crumbling by the second, billowing away like the smoke of the cigarette dangling between his fingers. "think you were gonna apologise, weren't you?"

"no." a full, blunt statement. you have nothing to apologise for, and he knows it. should know it. because your politeness is one of the reasons why he felt comfortable around you when you met in the first place. and now, he might be thinking he's the only one entitled to it. you lift your chin up and hold your tongue, not wanting to give him more ammo to shut you down again.

"no?" he chuckles, slowly moving his leg in tight circles against your centre, relishing in the sound of your swallowed whimper. he sniffs the air slightly, you know he can tell what he's doing to you. what he always does to you. your hips subconsciously roll against his thigh, much to your dismay, but to his utter delight. "naaah, you're not tryin' to ride my thigh here, are ya?" but you can't just stop, not when the friction feels good and he doesn't make a move to stop you. "you know that asshole back there can't do this to you, don't ya?" his hand moves from the ball of fabric he's been gripping on your front to cup your breast over it, kneading it just how he always does to make you moan and sigh and give in to whatever he wants. but you keep your gaze on him, lips pressed in a firm line as you try to still your hips.

"i don't have to apologise for shit." you all but cross your arms, standing your ground as he takes another drag of his cigarette. "i didn't flirt. i didn't do anything. get it through your head, david."

"oh it's david now, is it? no babe?" you click your tongue at his remark, rolling your eyes. that was a mistake, because he lifts his knee up and suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. hastily, you wrap your legs around his waist, yelping as you feel yourself tipping sideways and extending your arms to hold onto his shoulders. it makes him grin, the fact that you need him, even if it's just for balance. "and here i was, thinkin' my pretty doll might want a reward for standing up to a monster all on her own… staring down all those nasty teeth and not waverin' for a moment… but if i'm just david…" he lets his voice trail off, but that unmistakable smirk is still there, revealing his sharp fang as it pokes just past his lip.

"no, wait…" you scramble for words, tongue twisting in on itself like it's trying to say seven things at once and managing to get out none of them. "if we're talking… a reward… i'm sure we can work it out, right… baby?"

"oh it's baby now, yeah?" he hums, leaning in to ghost his lips along your jaw before turning away to take a drag of the cigarette. "you know i love how you sound when you beg a little…"

your hands slowly move towards his neck, leaving the safety of his broad shoulders to glide along the sides of his neck and settle on the back of it. fingers tangling in his hair, your fingertips massage his scalp, and you could swear he's almost purring at the sensation. his head leans back slightly, resting against your palms, and there's now a little hint of a smile on your lips, knowing he's at least thinking about giving in… like always. especially when you can tell there's a tight bulge straining against his jeans, you feel it against your own needy crotch.

"please," you begin, rolling out a little whiny word when you see how his ears perk up at the sound of it, "you know there's no one that could replace you…" a little pathetic, but it goes a long way, at least judging by the gloss over his pale eyes. "you're like… the most handsome guy i've ever seen… can't believe how lucky i got that you came to my shop that night." his smirk is no longer as mean as it was a moment ago, because all you said is true. david has always loved hearing you praise him like this, he relishes in knowing that he's the one you're going to cling to this way, that his poor choices of that night still led to something good, that he made the right choice with you. so he lets go of your soft breast and places that large hand on your throat again, smiling wider as your breath hitches against his palm. "please, baby…" you sprinkle his favourite word that has ever left your mouth, other than, of course, his name, but in that high-pitch whine that always tells him you're about to tighten around his cock and make him see stars. "won't you give me a little reward, hm?"

he scoffs, but there's something about the way you beg that has him unable to say no. like pulled by an invisible string, his free hand quickly unzips your stupid jeans and tugs them just enough to free you to the cold night air. he looks at you properly now, without the scowl on his face, just a little bit of that irritation lingering behind his eyes like a ghost on its way out. gotta do everything himself, he groans, and with quick, practised movements undoes his jeans too, taking his aching cock out to breathe from where it was straining against the rough fabric for way too long, longer even than he'd be happy to admit. your sweet lips are too happy, you see him glaring a little, just before he leans in and presses a deep, hungry kiss to them, immediately parting them with his tongue to drag it along yours, making you yelp into his mouth and hold on tighter. what a good girl he has, holding onto him like that so he barely needs to do anything. he ashes his cigarette and brings it up to his lips one last time when he finally gives you some space to breathe, smirking at the warmth that's spreading across your face from the intense kiss. nimble fingers hook under the elastic of your panties—damp, he grinned like he fucking knew it—and suddenly…

"mmph!" you whimper, shutting your eyes briefly as he presses his girthy tip against your soft folds and swipes it once, twice, three times for good luck before sinking into your wet pussy. down to the hilt, all the way in until he can give you a damn moment, a little bit of time to get adjusted to him again. you see in the self-satisfied smirk on his face that he lives for these moments, when your ankles cross behind his back and you're squirming on his cock, almost clueless as to what to do with yourself, whether you should beg for more or cry and run, and he'd give you more, really… if he didn't have something to do first.

"open up." a simple command, you open your precious eyes, blinking a couple of times to see david hold the butt of his cigarette next to your face. you slowly open your mouth, not bothering to swallow the saliva, instead letting it pool on the flat of your tongue as you stick it out. the orange glow comes closer, until it's out of your sight, and instead you can feel a warming sensation as your eyes roll back. you can hear a hiss of heat against your tongue, drowned in the spit as the light goes out and he tosses the crumpled filter on the ground. his hand tilts your chin down and he clicks his tongue, observing your unharmed tongue for a moment as he grins at the feeling of your warm cunt tightening around him. "good girl." he murmurs, a moment before he aims a glob of spit on your tongue, right where the cigarette died.

you hardly have time to close your mouth and swallow when his hips pull back and thrust forward, making your lower back collide with the brick wall behind you. a part of your brain thanks the heavens for the large leather jacket that hangs off your shoulder, preventing you from hitting directly against the wall, but those thoughts are soon pushed out of the way as david grabs you by the hips and slams his cock deep inside you. the moans from both of you echo in the empty alley, barely lit, damp, filthy, the perfect spot for a dirty little quickie as your needy cunt clenches around david's cock. like the sheer insanity of fucking out in the open is enough to have you cling to him, you thread your fingers through his hair tighter, tug on it as he fucks into you. and he does it like he hasn't touched you in weeks. desperate, deep grunts that he presses into your neck, vibrate down your entire body. one of david's hands slides down to hold you by your ass, supporting your body as you release the hold of your ankles, instead letting your feet dangle uselessly by his sides while his hips rut into you. the other hand deviously reaches your jaw again, this time parting your lips with his two fingers, slotting them into your wet mouth to suck on, to keep you quiet, occupied.

like a dog in heat, like he can never get enough of the squeeze of your warm walls on his shaft, like he's carving out a piece of heaven for himself since it's the closest to absolution he'll ever get, he recklessly keeps thrusting forward, nipping your sensitive neck only enough to make you shiver as you moan for him. the second that your noises get higher in pitch and vibrating around his digits, the very moment that your pussy flutters around him as he rolls into you harshly, david goes harder. no matter how roughly he fucked you, no matter how hard his fingertips dug into your flesh definitely leaving bruises as a memory of this alley, he goes even harder. like the whine of his name against his ear is an invitation to turn it up a bit, like the clench of your walls is saying go for it, david, he doesn't relent. instead, he speeds up. your sweet juices run in rivulets down his balls, smacking against your pussy with every slam of his cock head into your sweetest spot. and it takes barely any time for him to hear that one note that has him unravel every time. that honeyed, perfect little—

"ahhh daviiiid—" it rolls down your tongue like the spit that he put there on purpose, like a scroll of pleasure with only one name written in blood. his. you're his. and the way you cum on his thick, eager cock proves it. you know nobody could give you the amount of pleasure that soars in your heart and makes it race like david does, not that you'd want to even try… not when the ragged moan from his throat echoes in your ears and you simply have to tilt your head, no matter how much it spins, and slip his fingers out of your mouth to catch his lips in a kiss, tasting your own nickname with your mouth, feeling the sugary syllables roll off his tongue like he's saying a prayer.

once he stills, hips thrumming with those last few pumps against you when he spilled his release into your willing cunt, david can finally let go of your lips, parting with a heavy sigh, not even bothering to nip at your bottom lip like normal. he slowly lowers you until your feet touch the ground, pulled out of your soft warmth and already missing it. the light behind the dumpsters flickers, reminding you that there's still the rest of your shift to finish, a notion at which you frown once you've pulled your jeans up.

david smacks your ass once, giddy at the way you glare at him playfully before pulling him by his shirt and kissing him. for a moment, you're lost in the sensation, his strong arms wrap around you like he never wants to let go, but reality fucking sucks, so he lets you pull away, not caring to get his jacket back tonight as you disappear back into the gas station shop, ready to not flirt with customers, get tips, and make sure you don't have to clean toilets for 2510 years with a fork.

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