#hellsing pip

- Actually, when finally cupping them just to draw a whimper from you, he could've cum in his pants just from that. You were his girl, and the thought that he ever was the first to draw that breathy little whimper from you had him leaking. "They're so perfect...you're perfect."

- When you were actually ready for it, he noticed it. Simply because now the make-out session was in your little room. His knee between your legs, just to rub against that clothed treasure he was dying to be inside. Yet not without your clear yes.

"Fuck, Chérie, so warm down there. I can feel you throbbing." His words always made your heart hammer more against your chest. Yet your hips bucked up a little. 

- Pip swallows your whimpers and moans one by one. Getting greedy, lips smacking against yours and hands roaming until both large palms were filled with your ass. Squeezing the soft flesh gently to draw that needy tone out of your mouth. "I cream my pants when you sound like this, do you know that?" telling you it may be to make you calmer, to let you see you were adored by him. Even when it might be a little crude

- And when you shyly wanted to confess you never had done this, he just looked down at you, his natural red hair open this time since you mentioned you like it that way. It was falling in his face; he gave a small chuckle, kissing your forehead. "I know, mon coeur. Your eyes got all so excited when I touched. But I wanted you to be ready. After all, who ever gives a rugged guy like me something so precious."

- But when it was finally out, he was all fire and flame to get you nice and wet. First things first, his coat came off. When he wanted to take off the hat, you frowned a little. Asking if he can keep it on. "Everything for the lady." He chuckled, leaning down and playfully biting your neck when he tugged on your shirt. In Pip's eyes, you were perfect. I believe since he is a very passionate guy, he actually would love women, no matter what the body type. Because he would see the beauty in it since the days as soldiers, he had seen so many ugly things. That your softness is something he craves a lot

- I do think he would take foreplay very seriously for the first time; he wants to make sure you're comfortable after all. So when he kissed down your neck, his hands roamed your sides and squeezed your hips. Only so he pulled down your top. Not giving you even time to be shy. Rough palms greeted the soft skin that spilled into his hands. "So soft, you're so pretty, you know that?" he spoke hoarsely before he started worshipping and took one nipple in his mouth while thumbing the other one

- Pip chuckled when he noticed you squeezed your legs together. Dying out of thirst to make you cum, just like the good girl you are. Because when he finally undressed you and parted your legs. He was so gone. "Fuck, chérie. That's the most perfect pussy I ever laid eyes on." His voice was deeper now, and believe me, that guy tries to be gentle, which you should expect from him. But when he is with his fae right in front of you, he just can't help it...

- You didn't get those sweet kisses on your inner thigh before, not that he wouldn't, but right now he was starving. You were his pretty, little thing. With a cute cunt, how should he not start to devour you. "Pardon me, chérie, but that's simply irresistible." And he was gone, so gone. His tongue found its way inside you before you knew it. Your thighs squeezed against the sides of his head. Auburn hair is a bit disheveled as you hold onto it and his hat. Your moans were so needy but also so overwhelmed when you whimpered his name.

"Your pussy is so divine, so wet. All that for me, a rough soldier?"

- When he ate you out, he actually made you cum twice, one time with only his tongue while his eye rolled back simply because you were addicting to him. The other time with the help of two fingers. He needed to sate his hunger first. When he actually prepared you with his fingers, he was gentler, slower at first. Giving you all the time in this world...

- As it was about the main part, then he sat up, still between your thighs. "Oh, look at that little blush. I just had my face in your pussy, and you can't look me in the eyes." He chuckled and made you look at him. Smirking even more as you said he couldn't say that. He stroked your cheek with his thumb; you were so cute to him.

- He actually took your hand and made you trace his abs. Luring it out of you. "I want you to touch me too, mon coeur. That's all yours," whispering it directly in your ear, had you getting slick. So your puffy lips were a bit shiny not only from his mouth on you

- So your hands explored him, the hard ridges of a tough life. Some scars that only added to his rugged vibe. That auburn hair that fell over his shoulder. When you palmed him, he bit his lip, but he didn't suppress the groan that escaped. Pip was open about how he felt about you. You needed to see how much you affect him. "Such a good girl, go on."

- When it finally was time for the main event, his thick cock nudged your entrance just to coat himself in your slick and bump your clit. It made you shudder so deliciously. His rough hands on your soft skin by your thighs, he kept rubbing soothing circles in it. "You're really ok with that? We still can stop when that's enough for you, chérie. I can wait a little longer." making sure you're content with him, that there was no pressure for you to get through it when you should be afraid. But you shook your head; you wanted it. You wanted him

- When you gave the OK, he slowly pushed in, only the angry red tip first. Pressing it in with deliberate slowness. "Shit, your pussy already wants to suck me in," he cursed, although it was so sexy when he groaned it into the crook of your neck. He always stopped in between to make sure you were ready for the next inch. And when he finally was settled deep inside you, you mewled when he bottomed out.

- "Gods, you feel so good. I could cum from just that. You make me be such a pathetic man, mon coeur." Pip spoke strained, kissing your neck and your cheeks. Whispering such sweet nothings in your ear to help you adjust

- When he started, the thrusts were measured at first, slowly. His eyes stayed on your face, cupping your jaw so you felt connected to him. "Don't hold those noises back. I want to hear every fucking sound from this sweet mouth," as his thumb touched your bottom lip once.

- As he noticed it got easier and your breathing settled into a steady chain of small whimpers, he got a bit faster. Not too rough yet. Although he already threw his head back, the hat fell off his head. "That's it, chérie. So good, so fucking good. You're my good girl, aren't you. With that most perfect pussy. Look how sloppy this cunt gets for me." Pip tended to talk a bit when he was really into it. Praising you all the way, how good you took him. Besides the fact he was stretching you out.

- At first you were embarrassed about the sound that was heard when he thrust inside your wet cunt, how obscene it sounded. But he explained to you it was one of the hottest sounds ever because you grew so wet because of him.

- As Pip noticed you got closer, he could feel your hands grabbing after his arms, so he leaned back over you. Actually kissing you was so messy as he swept his tongue inside your mouth and tangled it with yours. "Let go for me, mon coeur. Come on." Nearly spoken sweetly, but that brought you over the edge

- And when Pip came? Well, he just needed to watch how you clawed at his strong arms, how your mouth formed into this cute O shape, and how surprised you looked to cum so hard, although he already ate you out two times. He couldn't hold his load back. Thick, warm cum flooded your insides. Pip himself shuddering and cursing as he held your thighs open, as you started twitching. "Fuck, take it. You take all of it, so good. Look how it oozes out of you." Indeed, I feel like when he comes, it's kind of a long orgasm, with many spurts of cum. Shooting it in your womb so it oozed out when he pulled it out. Smearing the rest of his mess along your pussy lips, what had you trembling from overstimulation.

“What?” You ask, taken aback by the rudeness.

“Are you stupid or something,” Alucard asks again in a serious tone that still has a sprinkle of annoyance mixed in since he had to repeat himself.

You shake your head, “no, I heard what you said. I’m just wondering what the actual fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that.”

“Well, clearly you are too dumb to realize I’ve made multiple advances in attempts to court you.” Alucard says plainly. This old geezer still thinks ‘courting’ is a thing.

“Did you offer the plumpest goat in the whole village to my father as well?” You ask sarcastically, “the Hell are you talking about ‘making advances’?”

“I have been doing like what they do in those movies-” Alucard has been watching cheesy rom coms in attempts to learn how to flirt, “-trying to woo you, but you just haven’t caught on.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?!”

Alucard stays silent.

When you finally stop laughing and catch your breath you rhetorically ask, “Alucard, you do understand that life doesn’t work like that, right? All of those people are actors and the whole thing is scripted.”

Alucard grumbles, “Seras should’ve just let me give you the letter.”

“Letter?” Your curiosity immediately peaks, “you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes,” Alucard pulls the letter out from his jacket and hands it to you. Though he does not show it, he’s nervous as he watches you delicately unfold the paper and your eyes skin across it.

“Huh,” you keep your look unwavering as you look back up at him. Knowing that your unimpressed demeanor has him sweating bullets, then you fold up the paper and with a smirk say, “I could get used to these types of letters.”

“So that means you’ll let me court you?” Alucard asks.

You chuckle, “it’s called dating now, but yes, I’ll let you ‘court’ me.”

Alucard gets the biggest smile, “I told Seras the letter would work.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t take dating advice from her anymore,” you laugh.

“Well I shouldn’t need to, now  that we’re together,” Alucard says happily.

You just roll your eyes and wave your hand to shoo him away, “alright, now go, I have to finish my work!”

“As you wish,” Alucard tips his head and leaves, now a very happy man to be courted with you.

Pip Bernadotte 

You and Pip are laughing and joking around like usual, but out of nowhere with absolutely no context he says “you make it very hard for me, you know?”

You and him tend to joke around, making lewd jokes, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now, “yes, I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a picture of me you wank off to every night.”

Pip shakes his head, “no, not that way. Well, not all ze time, but zat’s not what I’m talkin’ about now.”

“What are you talking about then?” You ask Pip.

“Not to kiss you, I think about it all ze time,” Pip’s attitude is no longer playful. He constantly thinks about what it’d be like to hold you tight as he gives your soft lips tender kisses. You make him so happy and you’re all he thinks about. 

You go back to not taking him seriously and thinking this is a joke. So you decide to test him like you’ve done before and playfully say, “do it then.”

Pip is tired of all the joking, he leans in and kisses you so passionately, the world fades away. At this moment the rest of the world fades, it’s only you and him as it should be, always and forever.

When you two break apart, you're both breathing heavily, the kiss stole all the air out of both of your lungs and after a long pause Pip finally breaks the silence, “zat what I meant.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve already figured that out by now.” “Just makin’ sure-” Pip smiles, “-because it took you zis long.”