#perverted!remmick

Pairing: Landlord!Remmick x Fem!Reader  - One Shot, A.U. (No Beta) A.N.: Wanted to give Landlord!Remmick a go, so I came up with this. Please enjoy! Likes, Comments & Reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! 🖤❤️ Content Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Non-Con, PeepingTom!Remmick, Perverted!Remmick, Landlord!Remmick, Masturbation (F & M), Bondage, Cervix Contact, Fingering, PiV, Forced Orgasm, Forced Creampie, Oral (F!Receiving), Praise, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Biting, Rough Sex, Degradation, Overstimulation, Blood Drinking. (If I missed something plz lmk!) Summary: After months of searching for a new place you find a decent apartment complex close to work. You speak to the landlord over the phone and finalize paperwork by email. It's the end of the week and late in the evening when you return home from grocery shopping. Once everything is put away you take a shower and decide on some personal time to relax as you lay in bed, completely oblivious of the stranger hiding in your bedroom closet. W.C.: 9.1k

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The humid summer night clung to your skin as you struggled with three overloaded grocery bags, the plastic handles digging into your palms. You hurried to your front door, setting down the bags to grab your key to unlock the door.

Inside the apartment, unbeknownst to you, a man stood in your room. Deeply inhaling a pair of freshly laundered panties, his pupils dilated with predatory hunger. The scent of body wash and warm skin made his fangs throb, but then came the metallic jingle of keys at the door.

"Shit—" He cursed, his head snapped toward the doorway as he calculated the distance to the bedroom. He moved faster than human eyes could track, silk and lace still clutched in his grip, before he vanished inside your closet just as the front door creaked open.

"God, I need a drink," you muttered, kicking the door shut behind you with your heel. The apartment smelled faintly of citrus, from where you spent a good amount of time deep cleaning. You sighed and dropped the bags onto the counter with a thud.

After grabbing a glass from the cabinet, you poured yourself a generous helping of red wine, almost spilling over the rim, before taking a long sip. "At least I'm off till Monday," you murmur, rolling your shoulders. You were eager to enjoy your weekend.

With the groceries put away and your wine already gone, the faint sound of your bare feet on the hardwood floors filled the hallway as you headed toward the bedroom. You tug at the damp fabric clinging to your chest. The air conditioning kicks on once you adjust the settings. Your arms raise over your head, stretching as you enter the bedroom.

You removed your dress and tossed it to the floor at your feet.

He watches through the slats, pupils blown wide as the dress pools around your ankles. The scent of warm skin and scented lotion flooded the enclosed space.

His fingers tighten around stolen silk as your curves catch the dim lamplight. He freezes momentarily when you reach for a drawer, the same one he'd rifled through earlier. You pause, fingertips brushing the disorganized contents.

"That's odd..." You frown at the jumbled panties, certain you had folded them yesterday, then shrug, brushing it off as exhaustion before grabbing a baggy t-shirt and sleep shorts from the second drawer. You stretch again, yawning this time, and the sound that escapes you makes his undead pulse stutter against his ribs.

After making sure you had everything, you made your way to the bathroom.

The water's spray echoes against the tile. You test the temperature with your wrist, steam already curling around you. He exhales through parted fangs, your discarded dress still warm where it lies on the floor, and he debates whether to bolt or indulge just one more stolen glance.

You hum absently under the hot water, fingers massaging shampoo into your scalp, blissfully unaware of the ancient predator currently pressing his forehead against your closet door. His cock strained against his pants when your scent permeated the air.

You step out of the shower, toweling off briskly before wrapping yourself in a robe, the damp fabric clinging to your hips. You moisturize, then leave the bathroom to get dressed, putting on the large black t-shirt. Completely skipping the shorts. The top barely covered your ass as you collapsed onto the bed. With a deep sigh, you lie face down, your feet facing the closet door.

His nostrils flare when your bare legs stretch toward him, toes curling into the sheets, only a few feet from where he hides. The shirts rids up, revealing the curve of your ass beneath the hem.

"Christ," he breathes against the closet door, unable to resist pressing his palm flat against the wood, then freezes when the bed creaks beneath shifting weight.

You roll onto your back, stretching languidly as the hem rides up, revealing the hair between your thighs. 'Maybe I should...' You think to yourself as your fingers trace absent circles on your stomach, contemplating whether to indulge yourself tonight.

His breath hitches as your fingertips graze dangerously close to where he aches to taste, his knuckles whitening against the closet door.

Your fingers trail lower, hovering over your pubic mound. The air feels charged, like static before a storm. "Hmm..."

The bed shifts as you arch your back, fingers slipping beneath the shirt's hem to circle your clit, slow at first, teasing, until your breath hitches and you reach blindly for the nightstand drawer, fumbling past random items for the silicone rabbit vibrator buried beneath.

"Gods," he mouths silently, transfixed as your thighs part wider. The scent of your arousal thickened the air until his fangs pierce his own lips, blood blooming across his tongue. His cock strains painfully against his trousers, fabric slightly damp with precum where it tents, every muscle taut as he resists the urge to burst through the door and take you right there.

The closet door creaks infinitesimally under his grip when your fingers curl around the vibrator. The same one he'd pressed to his own nostrils a half hour prior, still faintly tasting you on his tongue. His free hand palms himself roughly through his trousers, hips jerking involuntarily when you flick the toy on, the buzz muffled against your skin but vibrating straight through his bones.

You arch off the mattress with a soft moan as the vibrator buzzes against your clit, a shudder rolling through you. His pupils swallow the last remnants of blue as your thighs tremble.

Your breath comes in shallow pants as you slip the toy inside; the vibrating arm against your clit makes your hips jerk involuntarily. You tug at your nipple through the thin fabric, biting your lip to stifle a moan.

His claws sink into the closet door, splintering wood as your scent floods his senses. "Look at you,"* he growls under his breath, watching your thighs quiver, "playin' with yourself while the devil himself watches." His cock throbs, wetness seeping through his trousers as he imagines sinking into you.

A floorboard groans beneath his shifting weight, his control fraying by the second as you arch higher, the vibrator's hum taunting him. "Fuck," he snarls, and the closet door suddenly flies open, your head whipping toward the sound just as he looms over the bed, eyes black with hunger.

Your eyes widen in shock as a loud gasp escapes you. You scoot back until your back hits the headboard. The toy, now completely forgotten, lay buzzing on the bed at your feet. "Don't come any closer or I'll scream," you threaten in a shaky voice.

His lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile as he steps closer, enjoying the way your pulse thrums in your throat. "You'll scream, hmm?" He asks in a deep southern drawl. "Funny thing 'bout screamin' in this buildin', walls're thick enough to muffle any sound. But by all means, darlin'... give me a show."

Your pulse stutters as you take in the sight of his unnaturally long and sharp teeth, as well as the glowing crimson eyes. "Get out," you demanded.

He chuckles, prowling forward until his knees press into the mattress, the predatory grace in his movements sends shivers down your spine. "Now why would I do that when you're sittin' there all pretty and wet for me?" His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. "Smell that? Fear and desire, always the sweetest cocktail."

Wet for him? You didn't even know he was here, let alone hiding in your closet like some creep. "Because this is my apartment, and you're clearly delusional."

He licks his fangs slowly, eyes locked on the vibrator still buzzing at your feet, his cock twitching at the sight. "Oh, I'm many things, darlin'," he murmurs, grabbing the toy between clawed fingers, "but delusional ain't one of 'em." He inhales deeply against it before turning it off. "You got taste."

You stumbled out of bed, almost falling as you stood on the opposite side of the bed to put distance between him and you. "You're disgusting," you mutter, but to your surprise, the words have an opposite effect. They seemed to only get him more worked up.

His grin widens as he advances around the bed with unhurried steps, tossing the vibrator onto the nightstand with a dull thud. "Disgustin', am I?" His Southern drawl drips with amusement as he loosens his tie with one hand, the other sliding into his pocket to retrieve a crumpled pair of lace panties, your panties, which he brings to his nose with a theatrical inhale. "Funny how your body says otherwise, darlin'. You're practically drippin’ down those pretty thighs."

With every step forward, you took a hurried step back, desperate to keep space between him and you. "You broke into my apartment, stole my underwear and hid in my closet like some loser. So, maybe you're right. Disgusting is an understatement." You replied snarkily.

He lunges forward with inhuman speed, pinning you against the wall before you can blink, his body flush against yours. The cold hardness of his belt buckle pressing into your bare thigh. "Loser?" His laughs as his nose brushes along your throat, inhaling sharply. "Says the woman whose cunt's leakin' down her thighs."

You struggled against his grasp, but it was futile. He was impossibly strong and fast. He effortlessly pins you against the wall. Your wrists come together above your head with a wave of his hand. You let out a startled gasp as you fought against the invisible restraints.

How was he doing that without touching you?

"Hush now," he cooed against your throat, his breath chilling against your flushed skin. "You can't lie to a Vampire, your pulse jumps like a rabbit's when you lie." His lips traced your rapid pulse, savoring the way your body shuddered. "Ya like this... the danger of it."

Vampire?

"N-no!" You struggled again, shivering as his tongue trailed along your pulse point. But he was right, even though you were fighting him, your body gave you away. The hardened nipples visible through your shirt and the heady mess between your legs.

His chuckle vibrated against your throat as his free hand slid up your bare thigh, claws retracted, but fingertips still light enough to raise goosebumps. "Ah, you're a terrible liar," he kneads the soft flesh of your inner thigh before dragging one finger through your slick folds.

Your gasp was louder than your protests.

"Fuck, you're drenched," he groaned against your collarbone, rolling your arousal between his fingers like fine wine. "Tell me, darlin'... how long since someone touched you proper?"

His question caught you off guard, and you found yourself too flustered to speak as you looked away with no intention to reply.

He chuckled darkly, capturing your chin between thumb and forefinger to force your gaze back to his. "No need to answer, love. Your body tells me everything." With deliberate slowness, he brought his slick finger up to your parted lips.

You pressed your lips together and turned your head away in defiance, refusing to play along.

His nostrils flared at your defiance, pupils dilating further as he pressed his damp fingertip harder against your sealed lips. "Oh, stubborn lil' thing," he rumbled. The free hand slid up to grip your throat, enough pressure to feel your pulse hammer against his palm. "Your mouth says no, but this pretty body of yours?" He dragged his tongue along your fluttering pulse. "Tells me ya want to be ruined."

You froze as you felt his erection and how thick he was. There's no way you could take it without it hurting. Your legs instinctively closed tight.

"None of that now," he scolds in disapproval, wedging his knee between your thighs. The fabric of his pants grazed your bare skin as he forced your legs apart. His free hand slid up to grip your hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he ground his cock against your pussy.

His hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose the trembling column of your throat. "I'll make it good for you," he promised darkly, rolling his hips against you in a slow, filthy grind that dragged a soft whimper from your lips. "Gonna ruin you so sweet you'll beg for more."

He felt your thighs tremble around him, your body betraying you even as you try to turn your face away. The hand on your hip slid up to palm your breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling the peaked nipple achingly slow. "Look at you—already half-gone and I haven't even started."

"S-shut up," you stuttered, whimpering softly when he pinched the nipple hard.

His fingers tightly squeeze your breast. "Make me," he teased. "Unless that pretty mouth of yours is only good for lyin'."

"Like you'll ever know," you murmur under your breath.

"Oh, I'll know soon enough," he assures you, dragging his fangs down to the swell of your breast before biting down just hard enough to make you gasp, not breaking skin, but leaving a mark that'll bruise beautifully by morning. His knee presses higher between your thighs, flawlessly settling his hips between your legs and forcing a strangled moan from your lips.

The scent of your arousal was intoxicating as he grinds his clothed erection into your slick heat. He could feel every shuddering breath you took beneath his palms, every rapid flutter of your pulse beneath his lips. His cock aches with the need to claim you properly, to sink into your cunt until you forget every lover who came before him, until you scream, only for him into the night.

He keeps your wrist pinned above your head with the invisible restraints as he presses his body against yours so there's no space between you. A breathy moan escapes your lips when he grinds his erection into your soaked cunt, the wetness transferred onto his pants. Your back arches in the attempt to move away, but it only results in your body pushing into him.

His breath hitches against your throat as you arch, the heat of your body searing through his clothes. "Fuckin' tease," he growls, sinking the tips of his fangs into the tender skin where your neck meets your shoulder, just enough pressure to make you gasp. His hand slides down to grip your thigh, hiking it up around his hip before he grinds against you in slow circles. "You want it rough, don't ya? Want me to ruin you proper?"

You whimper and shake your head as you try to ignore the friction from his grinding.

He grins, pressing his forehead against yours, the dim light highlighting his fanged grin. "Still playin' hard to get?" With one brutal motion, he tears your shirt down the middle, exposing your bare breasts to the chilled air, nipples pebbling instantly under his hungry gaze. "Let's see how long that lasts."

He palms your breasts roughly, thumbs circling the nipples with agonizing slowness. "Christ, you're perfect," he murmurs against your lips before capturing them in a searing kiss. All teeth, tongue and dominance, swallowing your startled gasp as one hand slides between your thighs.

Your eyes widened in shock before narrowing in anger when you felt his tongue slip past your teeth. Then, without a second thought, you bite down on his tongue, but you're confused and disappointed when he isn't affected.

He growls low in his throat as your teeth sink into his tongue in perverse delight. His cock twitches against you at your defiance. "Fuck, you're feisty," he rasps against your lips before claiming your mouth again, deepening the kiss. The hand between your thighs finds your clit, already swollen and throbbing. His fingers glide through your slickness with obscene ease, circling your clit just enough to make your legs tremble. "Tell me you don't want this," he challenges darkly, dragging his fangs along your bottom lip.

Your breath hitches as his fingers work you over with cruel precision, hips bucking against his hand despite yourself. He smirks against your lips, savoring your moan as his thumb presses harder against your clit, just shy of painful, while his other hand teases your nipples. "That's it, pet," he purrs in that whiskey-rough drawl, spreading you wider. "Let go for me."

"Not your Pet." You muttered angrily.

His breath fanned against your skin as he laughed before you felt his fingers curling tightly in your hair, tilting your head back further to expose the frantic pulse in your throat. "Oh, but you are," he murmured against your damp skin, he pressed two thick fingers against your entrance without warning, the sudden stretch making you gasp. "Every. Quiverin'. Inch." He punctuated each word with a shallow thrust, savoring the way your walls clenched around him.

Your body arched from the unexpected intrusion, walls fluttering around his digits as he pushed them deeper.

"Gods, so tight," he growled, twisting his fingers just to feel you clench. The slick sounds were loud in the quiet room. "Been too long since someone fucked you proper, hasn't it?"

"S-shut up," you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

His fingers curl deeper inside you, stretching your walls with slow but rough thrusts as his thumb drags against your clit. "Mmm, that's what I thought," he purrs against your throat, then inhales sharply. "Body don't lie." His other hand releases your hair to trace the outline of your parted lips, slick with shared saliva. "Bet that pretty mouth could take me just as sweet."

"Try it, and I'll bite it off," you threatened.

He threw his head back with a deep, throaty laugh that vibrated through your body where you were pressed together. "Oh, darlin'," he murmured, his fangs lightly tracing down your throat as his fingers twisted inside, "you'd miss my cock too much once you tasted it." His thumb left your clit and slid between you to unbuckle his belt with a metallic clink, the leather sliding free with a whisper against the fabric of his pants.

Your heart hammered at the sound of his belt being undone, thighs instinctively trying to close despite your legs that were wrapped around his waist.

His palm pressed flat against your sternum, pinning you to the wall with effortless strength while his other hand worked the button of his trousers open. "Still fightin'?" His Southern drawl dripped with amusement as his cock sprang free, thick, flushed and painfully hard; the tip glistened and dripped with precum. "Your cunt's drippin' down my fingers like honey," he murmured against your ear before licking the shell sharply. "Admit it—you want me buried balls-deep in you."

His fingers withdrew with an obscene sound, glistening slick in the dim light as he pressed them against your parted lips, smearing your arousal across your mouth. "Taste," he commanded, eyes glowing crimson with hunger as he watched your tongue dart out reflexively.

The growl that escaped him when you swallowed was animalistic, his cock twitching against your thigh. "Good girl," he purred in approval, gripping his shaft to stroke himself slowly, the veined length brushing against your sensitive folds tauntingly. "Now let's see if that pretty mouth backs up all that sass."

You turned away, cheeks burning as your body betrayed you, hips lifting instinctively toward his touch in betrayal. "You're disgusting," you hissed, but the tremor in your voice undercut the venom.

"Disgustin', am I?" He dragged the head of his cock through your slick labia with a filthy groan, the sensation making you whimper as precum mixed with your wetness. "Then why's this sweet cunt weepin' for me?" He forced you to meet his gaze as he pressed forward, just enough to stretch your entrance, the blunt pressure stealing your breath. "One word... say stop and I walk out that door." His smirk was wicked. "But we both know you won't."

Your nails dug into your palms as the first inch of him breached you, the stretch bordering on painful. Your breath hitched when he stilled, watching the conflict flicker across your face. His nostrils flared as your body trembled, slick heat clenching around him in reluctant welcome. His fingers flexed against your hip, leaving crescent indents in your skin as he fought the urge to slam home, savoring the way your pulse raced like a caged bird.

"There we go," he murmured against your lips, rolling his hips in a slow, torturous circle that dragged a whimper from your throat. The head of his cock catches on your inner walls with every movement. His free hand slid between you to circle your clit, his smirk widening when you arched off the wall. "Knew you could take me, darlin'," he breathed, dragging his fangs along your jaw. "Now let's hear you say it."

"N-no!" You refused stubbornly with a glare of anger.

He chuckled darkly, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in with deliberate slowness. The sensation made you gasp as your walls fluttered around him. "Mmm, that's alright," he says, voice thick with amusement. "Your cunt's doin' all the talkin' for you." His free hand slid up to grip your chin, forcing your gaze to his as his hips snap forward with a filthy wet smack that echoed. "Fuck! You feel that? How you're squeezin' me like a vice?" He smiled seductively as he pressed deeper; the stretch burned. "Body never lies, love."

He was only halfway inside, and the stretch was a conflicting combination of pain and pleasure as you groaned softly.

A growl rumbled low in his throat as he felt your tight walls flutter around him, hips stuttering forward another inch. Your sharp inhale was music to his ears. "Christ, you're snug," he rasped against your throat, his hand slid down to grip your thigh, hiking it higher around his waist. "Can't wait to stretch you out."

Your breath hitched as he pushed deeper. The stretch became unbearable as your body arched against him. "S-stop...too much!" you gasped, but the way your hips tilted instinctively betrayed your words.

He moaned low in his throat at your half-hearted protest, his grip tightening on your thigh as he bottomed out with a brutal thrust that made you cry out. Your walls quiver uncontrollably around him.

"Liar," he muttered. "Look at you—talkin' all sweet while your cunt's suckin' me in deeper." His fangs scraped your jaw as he inhaled sharply. "Gods—You're fuckin' drippin' down my thighs."

Your breath came in ragged pants as he filled you. The fullness was intense, yet your hips moved instinctively to meet his next thrust. His tongue traced the frantic pulse beneath your skin as he withdrew almost completely before slamming back in with enough force to shake the wall behind you.

"There's my good girl," he praises softly.

"N-not your g-good girl..." You stutter in a shaky voice.

His laugh vibrates through your body as he lifts you higher against the wall, driving into you with deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin. "Tell me that again when you're screamin' my name," he growls, moaning when he feels you tighten around him like a fist.

"I don't even know your name," you reply. In fact, you've never seen him before in your life. However you couldn't deny that there was something oddly familiar about his voice.

"Remmick," he says, thrusting deeper just to feel you squeeze him. "Your landlord," he added as he inhaled your scent, salt, fear and arousal. "And soon to be the only name you'll be screamin'."

Your eyes widened in shock, this was the man you had only ever spoken to on the phone? The realization made you squirm, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into your thigh as he drove into you relentlessly. "You—you bastard!" you gasped, your insult ruined by the way you bucked into his thrusts.

His chuckle sent a chill down your spine as he kept your wrists pinned above your head with the invisible restraints.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he growled, rolling his hips in slow circles, the movement pushing him deeper than you thought possible. He  gripped your chin hard, forcing you to watch as your own arousal dripped down his thighs. "Your lease agreement didn't mention this perk," he murmured before claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss. 

Remmick pulled back just enough to watch your eyes widen as he suddenly lifted you effortlessly, your legs tightening around his waist instinctively. "Did you even read it?"

But he didn't give you the opportunity to reply before slamming into you, the head of his cock rutting against your cervix. Your screams were muffled by his shoulder as he pounded into you with brutal, unforgiving strokes that shook the wall. "That's it, keep makin' those pretty noises for me," he taunts, fangs scraping your earlobe. "Whole building's soundproof."

Your arms fell limp at your sides when the unseen restraints suddenly vanished, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the wall as he fucked you relentlessly. Each deep thrust forced punched-out whimpers from your throat. The stretch was intense; your hips rolled instinctively to meet him. Your body betraying your protests as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly with every snap of his hips.

His growl vibrated against your sweat-slicked skin, nails digging into his shoulders. Remmick’s fangs scraped your pulse point when you arched into a particularly brutal thrust. "There we go," he groaned as his hands slid down to grip your ass, holding you to fuck up into you with sharper angles. "Knew you could take it, darlin'."

The obscene slap of skin echoing off the walls with each punishing thrust, the scent of your arousal clung thick to the air, salt, musk and something distinctly you, making his cock twitch inside you as he buried himself to the hilt. "Gonna ruin you so sweet you'll forget anyone else ever touched you."

Your head thumped back against the wall as pleasure coiled tighter with every deep stroke, thighs trembling around his waist. The friction bordered on too much yet not enough. "H-harder," slipped out before you could bite it back, cheeks burning at the hungry growl it earned.

He hummed in approval against your throat as he obeyed, slamming his cock harder into you with enough force to make you scream. The wet slap of skin drowning out your ragged breaths. "Atta girl," he praised, fangs scraping your jugular when you clenched around him like a vice. "Knew you'd beg eventually."

His hips snapped forward without mercy now, each brutal thrust stretching you impossibly deeper. Your thighs tremble around his waist as pleasure coiled tighter. "Gonna make you cum on my cock like a good lil' slut," he teased against your ear before biting the lobe sharply. With one hand, he circled your clit, syncing with his thrusts. "Right fuckin' now."

The dual stimulation pushing you towards the edge faster than you could fight, back arching off the wall as your cunt fluttered around him in erratic pulses. "N-no I—" The protest died in your throat when he pinched your clit hard, your vision whiting out momentarily as your climax crashed over you with devastating force.

"That's it, let it out," he coaxed huskily as your walls clenched around him in rhythmic convulsions. Your entire body trembled through the aftershocks while he fucked you through it with brutal strokes. The scent of your climax flooded his senses, thick and musky and utterly intoxicating, his cock twitching inside you as you milked him shamelessly. "Fuck, feel that?" he murmured. "Your cunt's beggin' for my cum."

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you regained awareness, panic flaring when you realized he was still buried deep inside. His hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, the telltale tension in his muscles signaling his impending release.

"W-wait—pull out!" you pleaded, fingers weakly pushing against his chest, your voice hoarse from screaming. "You can't—"

Remmick's growl vibrated through your body as his claws flexed against your hips, thrusts turning erratic. "Too late, pet," he says, one hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. "Gonna fill this cunt so deep you'll taste me for days." His hips stuttered as he buried himself to the hilt with a snarl, hot cum flooding you in pulsing waves that made you whimper at the overwhelming sensation.

Your breath hitched as warmth spilled inside, thighs shaking around his waist, but the panic returned tenfold when you felt him twitch against your inner walls, still rock-hard despite his release. "W-why aren't you—" The protest died in your throat when he rolled his hips lazily, pushing his cum deeper.

"Vampire stamina, darlin'," he explains smugly before his tongue drags over the bite marks he'd left earlier as his fingers trace the bruises blooming on your hips. "Told you I was gonna ruin you proper." He chuckled darkly as you squirmed, the movement making your walls flutter around his still-thick cock.

Remmick's arms tightened around your waist as he lifted you again, your thighs instinctively clamping around his hips before he crossed the room too fast for you to see. The mattress groaned under the combined weight when he dropped you onto the rumpled sheets, his fangs flashing in the dim light as he crawled over you like a predator circling prey. "Now let's see how many times I can make you cum before sunrise," he grins against your inner thigh, tongue tracing the sensitive skin there before biting down just hard enough to make you cry out.

Your fingers twisted in the sheets as his mouth trailed higher, breath hitching when his tongue flicked against your still-sensitive clit, hips jerking off the bed at the sudden burst of pleasure. "Stop—I can't—" The protest dissolved into a moan when he sucked that throbbing bud between his lips, the vibrations of his chuckle sending shockwaves through your oversensitive nerves. Your thighs trembled as another orgasm built alarmingly fast, toes curling when his fingers slid back inside your still-slick entrance without warning.

He added a third finger, stretching you mercilessly while his tongue worked your clit in rapid circles. You arched off the bed with a shattered scream when you came again, his name tumbling from your lips unbidden. "There's my good girl," he praised against your quivering flesh as he lapped up your arousal greedily. "Knew you'd say my name."

Remmick's hands slid under your hips, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he aligned himself at your entrance. He watched your eyes widen with delicious fear when he pressed forward in one slow, inexorable thrust that stole your breath. The stretch was overwhelming as your walls convulsed around him. His cock twitched when fresh slickness spilled between you. The scent of mixed release clung thick to the air, heady and primal as his hips began moving slowly.

You weakly tried to push him away, your body trembling from overstimulation as breathy whimpers escape you.

His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as he sets a rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin. Remmick’s fangs gleaming when you arched off the bed with a choked moan. "You take me so sweet," he growls out, tongue lapping at the sweat on your neck.

Your thighs quake as he ruts into you relentlessly, oversensitivity sparking with each deep stroke. You clawed at his forearms in a futile attempt to ground yourself. "S-slow down," you gasp, but your hips tilt up instinctively to meet his next thrust.

"Not a fuckin' chance," he snarls, his grip tightens, lifting your lower half effortlessly to fuck deeper with each snap of his pelvis. The wet squelch of your combined slickness fills the room when he bottoms out; your breathless whimper was music to his ears.

Remmick laughed softly against your collarbone as he adjusted the angle, your breath hitching when his next thrust visibly distends your lower belly, the obscene bulge of his cock pressing against your womb as he targets that sweet spot ruthlessly. "Christ," he moans, dragging a finger down your trembling abdomen to trace his own outline beneath your skin. "Takin' me so deep you can see where I belong."

He withdraws completely, his cock glistening with your mixed release before he grips himself lazily, smearing your slickness along his shaft while admiring how your swollen entrance pulses around nothing, gaping slightly from his girth. "Fuckin' perfect," he rasps, dragging the head through your folds just to watch you shudder. "Like this cunt was made for me."

Your breath catches when he suddenly flips you onto your stomach without warning, forcing you into a deep arch, his knee spread your thighs wide. "N-not again—" you whimper, but the protest fades into a moan when he presses forward in one smooth thrust, your body accepting him effortlessly now.

"That's it," he moaned in satisfaction, his hips snap forward. Your slickness making the slide obscenely easy despite the stretch. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat as he bottoms out with a groan. "Gods, you feel even tighter like this."

One hand slid beneath you to palm your swaying breasts, pinching a nipple sharply just to hear your gasp. "Still pretendin' you don't want this?" He growls just before his pace becomes punishing as your ass slaps against his thighs rhythmically. "When this pretty pussy is suckin' me in deeper?"

Your fingers tightly grip the sheets as he fucks you, each brutal stroke lighting up oversensitive nerves, your body trembling when his thumb finds your clit again, circling it slowly. "F-fuck," you whimper, arching your breasts into his palm while your hips rock back instinctively.

"There's my good girl," he groaned ferally.

His hips snap forward with bruising force, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls as he bottoms out, your breath hitching when his palm lands sharply on your ass, leaving a stinging red imprint. "Gonna mark every inch of this body," he whispers against your ear. "Till you forget what it feels like not to have me inside you."

You cried out as his hand connected with your ass again, your entire body tensing, walls squeezing his cock hard. Your fingers clutch the sheets to ground yourself against his merciless thrusts.

His growl vibrates against your damp skin as he feels you clench around him, leaning over you to pinch your sensitive nipple. Your gasp, lost in the wet and obscene sound of your bodies connecting. "So fuckin' good," he rasps against your shoulder before biting down just hard enough to leave indents that'll surely bruise. His hips snap forward, and your whimpers turn to breathless moans.

He suddenly stills deep inside you, withdrawing just enough to make you whine before flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he sank back into you with a guttural groan. "Wanna see your face when I make you cum again," he purrs against your lips. His cock twitches when your walls flutter around him in reluctant welcome.

Your breath hitches when his thumb finds your oversensitive clit again, hips jerking off the mattress, but his free hand pins you down effortlessly as he begins a slow, torturous rhythm. "P-please," you whimper before you can stop yourself, nails digging into his forearms when he suddenly angles his hips to brush that perfect spot inside with every thrust.

Remmick's answering growl vibrates through you as he licks up your jugular, fangs scraping the skin when your cunt flutters around him like a velvet vice. "Beg me," he purrs against your pulse, thrusts turning shallow just to feel your hips chase his cock with desperate little rolls. "Tell me how bad you want it—how you need me to ruin this sweet cunt."

You turned your head away defiantly, heat spreading across your face, neck and chest as guilt warred with pleasure.

He chuckled darkly, dragging his fangs along your exposed throat, tasting the frantic pulse beneath the skin before rolling his hips. "Beg," he repeated, pressing deeper, enjoying the way your lashes fluttered. His thumb circled your clit in torturous circles.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, nails digging into the sheets as conflicting sensations overwhelmed you. His relentless rhythm against your clit, the way his cock stretched you impossibly deep with each thrust, the scrape of his fangs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your hips lifted instinctively when he slowed, a frustrated noise escaping before you could swallow it back.

Remmick suddenly withdrew completely, watching your swollen entrance flutter around nothing. Your thighs trembled when he dragged the head of his cock through your slick folds with deliberate slowness. "Say it," he purred, tracing your lower lip with his thumb as your breath hitched. "Or I walk away right now and let this sweet cunt weep all night."

His fingers tightened in your hair, your lashes fluttering when his fangs pressed against the sensitive skin of your throat, tasting salt and reluctant arousal. The slow drag of his cock against your oversensitive clit drew another whimper from your parted lips. His smirk widens when your hips lift instinctively toward the teasing pressure. "Last chance," he murmured, the cold bite of his fangs contrasting with the heat of his breath. "Beg."

Your thighs trembled around his waist, jaw clenching in frustration, the slickness dripping down his thighs as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. Your voice was barely above a whisper when it finally cracked. "Please..." The word tasted like defeat on your tongue, nails digging into his arms when you arched toward him shamelessly.

Remmick's growl vibrated against your throat. He rewarded your plea by slamming back into you with enough force to shake the bedframe. He smirked devilishly when you cried out, your walls convulsing around him sporadically. "Louder," he urged against your parted lips, his voice thick with satisfaction as his fingers tightened in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you gasp. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"Keep going..." You muttered with more volume, still avoiding his gaze.

He gripped your thighs to spread them wider, fangs peeking out when you arched off the mattress with a shattered moan. "That's all you got, darlin'?" Remmick taunts, biting down sharply to mark you.

Remmick suddenly lifted your legs over his shoulders, bending you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to go deeper. The wet slap of skin echoed when he buried himself to the hilt, your gasp cut short by his bruising kiss. "There we go," he purred against your swollen lips when they parted for air. "Now beg."

Your body trembled uncontrollably when his thumb circled your clit, toes curling as pleasure coiled tight, fingers clawed frantically at his shoulders when his cock brushed that perfect spot inside. "Please...don't stop," you gasped before you could stop yourself, your voice cracking on the words as your thighs trembled.

He suddenly pushes your legs flat against the mattress. The new angle allowed him to sink deeper than ever before with a groan. "Fuck," he rasped, fangs scraping your chin as his hips snapped forward in perfect strokes. "Perfect lil' fucktoy—takin' me balls-deep."

His praise sent heat flooding throughout your body, drawing another choked moan from your throat. The way he murmured perfect against your damp skin made your stomach clench, your traitorous hips lifting to meet each deep stroke despite the oversensitivity humming through your nerves.

Your thighs trembled around him as the pressure of his thumb on your clit increased, every thrust hitting your G-spot. The scent of your arousal clung thick to the air when you arched off the bed with a broken cry, walls clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses that made his cock twitch.

"Fuck yes," he snarled against your throat, fangs grazing your pulse as he fucked you through the convulsions, hips stuttering when your slickness dripped down his balls. "There's my good girl—makin' such pretty sounds for me."

Remmick's hips snapped forward with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall, his fangs peeking out when your scream dissolved into broken whimpers. "Gonna breed this tight cunt so deep you'll feel me for days," he says, the scorching heat of his release flooding you in pulsing waves that made you shiver.

Your breath hitched as warmth spilled deep inside, thighs trembling, but the panic returned when you felt him twitch against your inner walls, still rock-hard despite his release. "N-not again—" You gasped, your protest morphing into a moan when he rolled his hips lazily.

"Oh, darlin', we're just gettin' started," he purred, tongue dragging over her collarbone before he bit down sharply. His hips already moved in slow, torturous thrusts that made you whimper. "I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow."

Your thighs trembled around him, one hand sliding beneath your hips to lift you as his cock dragged against your oversensitive walls with each deep stroke. "Shit—listen to that," he growled, the wet squelch of your mixed release filling the air as your slickness trickled down your ass and thighs. "Your cunt's still beggin' for more."

You whimpered while his fingers worked your swollen clit with ruthless precision, thighs trembling around his waist. Your instincts scream to pull away, even as your hips rock shamelessly against his hand. "N-no more," you pleaded, the lie crumbling when his thumb pressed harder, and your muscles fluttered around him in helpless pulses.

"Sweet lil' liar," he purred, tongue lapping at the sweat beading along your collarbone before biting down sharply. "Your cunt's hungry for it—clenchin' 'round me like a greedy lil' thing."

His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he suddenly lifted you higher, the new angle allowing him to sink deeper with a groan that shook his chest. "Gods, look at that," he growled against your parted lips, his thrust visibly distending your lower belly. The obscene bulge of his cock pressed against your G-spot as he targeted that spot ruthlessly.

Your vision whites out momentarily as another climax crashes over you with devastating force. The dual stimulation of his relentless thrusts and clever fingers pushed you past the point of coherent thought, your body trembling as the aftershocks crashed over you.

He felt you convulse around him, his fangs teasing your pulse while his hips stuttered. His release floods you deep once more in hot, pulsing waves that made you whimper at the overwhelming fullness. "Fuck, that's it," he groaned as his cock twitched wildly. "Takin' every drop like a perfect lil' fucktoy."

He slowly withdrew, watching your swollen entrance flutter around nothing, your thighs trembling when his fingers traced the mess of your combined release dripping down your inner thighs. "Such a good girl," he purred, lifting your limp wrist to lick the pulse point there with deliberate slowness. "Still fuckin' twitchin' for me after all that. You really love takin' my cock, huh?" He gave a fanged grin when you tried to turn away, his grip tightening possessively on your hip.

A soft gasp escaped you as his fingers trailed through the sticky evidence of your coupling, cheeks burning when he brought them to his lips with a groan of satisfaction. Your stomach clenched at the way his crimson eyes darkened with hunger as he licked the slickness from his fingers.

The question lingered between you, heavy and humiliating, but your traitorous body still arched toward him when his thumb brushed your oversensitive clit. "Shut up," you muttered weakly.

Remmick's grin was pure sin as he dragged your limp body up his chest while his palm slid possessively down your trembling abdomen. "Still drippin' with me," he murmurs against your racing pulse, his other hand squeezing your plush thigh hard enough to leave a handprint. "Whole bed reeks of us—bet if I fucked you right now, you'd cum before I even bottomed out." He laughed when you whimpered, hips twitching instinctively toward the teasing pressure of his half-hard cock against your thigh.

You huff softly in protest and avert your gaze, trying to calm the subtle trembling throughout your body.

He lays you down on your back, pinning you beneath him again. His half-hard cock presses insistently against your slick entrance. "Still pretendin' you don't love this?" he purrs, thrusting shallowly just to watch your lashes flutter. "When your pretty cunt's suckin' me back in already?"

Remmick sinks into you with one smooth stroke, your gasp muffled against his shoulder when he bottoms out, your walls fluttering around him instantly despite exhaustion. "Gonna keep you like this all night," he murmurs against your throat. "Till you can't remember your own name—just how good my cock feels."

"All night?" You repeat in shock and disbelief. A soft whimper escapes you as he nips your collarbone.

He rolls his hips in slow, torturous circles. "Till sunrise at least," he adds while his fingers trace the bruises blooming across your hips. "Gonna make sure this sweet cunt remembers exactly who owns it."

Your fingers twist helplessly in the sheets as his cock stretches you, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his waist. Every oversensitive nerve alight when his thumb finds your clit again, circling it with cruel precision. "S-sensitive—can't," you gasp.

"Christ, that sound—" He moans, tongue dragging over your rapid pulse as the wet slap of skin fills the room. "Still beggin' for more even when you're full of my cum."

Your body sinks deeper into the mattress with exhaustion, muscles pliant beneath his merciless rhythm, every protest dying on your lips when his thumb circles your oversensitive clit just right, drawing a shuddering whimper from your throat. The weight of him pressing you into the sheets feels strangely comforting now, your thighs falling open wider in silent surrender as pleasure coils tight in your belly again.

"There's my good girl," he praises before biting down sharply.

Your vision whites out momentarily as he pounds into you mercilessly. Any coherent thought obliterated by the overwhelming pleasure-pain of his cock stretching and filling you. A broken moan spills from your lips, body convulsing around him as another orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your overwhelmed walls flutter around him in helpless pulses that milk his cock shamelessly.

"Fuck, that's it—squeeze me just like that," he groans when your cunt spasms around him. His hips stutter when your inner muscles ripple along his shaft in greedy little flutters. His fingers tighten in your hair, yanking your head back as his thrusts turn erratic, you arch into his touch with a shattered moan.

Remmick's cock twitches violently inside you while your body instinctively milks him dry. "Greedy thing," he snarls, hips jerking forward uncontrollably as another hot flood of cum spills deep inside you.

Your breath hitches when you feel the intense heat of his release, your vision blurring momentarily when the sensation of being so thoroughly filled triggers another involuntary pulse of pleasure through your oversensitive nerves. You whimper weakly, hips rocking instinctively to keep him buried inside.

He pins your hips flush against his own, ensuring not a single drop escapes. His fangs peek from his curved lips when you arch into his touch.

Remmick suddenly rolls, his cock still buried deep, your whimper muffled against his chest when he settles you atop him with effortless strength. "There we go," he murmurs, hands roaming your quivering thighs as your slick walls flutter around him instinctively. "Ride me nice and slow—show me how good you take it."

Your exhausted body barely responds, muscles limp and pliant. Your limbs tremble weakly when you try to lift yourself, only to sink back down onto his cock with a soft moan. The oversensitive stretch makes your toes curl, your forehead dropping against his chest as you pant against his skin. "Can't...too tired..."

His laugh rumbles beneath your cheek as his hands slide up your sweat-slicked back, fingers tangling in your damp curls to tilt your head back. "Bullshit," he rolls his hips upward sharply to make you cry out. "You're still suckin' me in deeper...beggin' for more."

You whimper softly in protest and make no attempt to move as you lie pliant above him, your body still shuddering from oversensitivity, thighs trembling weakly around his waist.

Remmick's hands slide down to grip your hips possessively, lifting you effortlessly before dropping you back onto his cock with a wet slap. Your cry muffled against his chest when he bottoms out. He groans when he fills you.

Your body trembles from the sensation of his cum leaking, pooling around the shaft of his cock.

He watches in admiration as you quiver, his hands squeezing your waist as he keeps you pinned flush against him. "That's it, darlin'," he whispered. "Just let it happen...you were made for this."

His fingers trace the bruises blooming along your hips with possessive satisfaction, tongue flicking over his fangs when you whimper. Your slickness drips down his thighs as his cock twitches inside. "Fuck, look at you," he growls. "Still takin' me."

Your eyes drift around the room, landing on the clock on the table beside the bed. Did you really lose track of time? How was it already almost 1am?

He follows your gaze. "Don't worry your pretty lil' head 'bout the time, darlin'," he purrs, rolling his hips lazily. "Sunrise is hours away, plenty of time for ruin."

Your fingers twist helplessly in the sheets as his cock grinds deep from this angle, breath hitching when his palm lands sharply on your ass, the sting radiating and making you involuntarily clench hard around him.

His voice grew rough when you whimpered softly. "Shit," he groans, his pace faltering. "Your greedy cunt's still milkin' me dry."

Your eyelids flutter weakly as another wave of pleasure-pain washes over you. The steady rhythm of his hips rocking into your limp body, his warm cum leaking between your thighs. A soft sigh escapes your lips as darkness creeps at the edges of your vision, consciousness slipping away despite his relentless pace.

He feels you go limp above him, your shallow breaths warming his chest where you had collapsed against him. His cock is still buried deep inside your twitching cunt.

The smell of coffee jolts you awake, sharp against the lingering musk of sex clinging to your sheets. Sunlight cuts through half-drawn blinds, painting stripes across your bruised thighs as you blink at the unfamiliar silk robe draped over your body.

'Did I...dream all that?'

Your legs tremble when you attempt to stand, biting back a whimper as sore muscles protest. The robe slides like liquid against oversensitive skin, its crimson silk embroidered with Celtic knots that tighten around your waist when you tie it, too perfectly fitted to be a coincidence. 'I don't remember buying this robe', you think as you use one hand to support yourself against the wall and slowly make your way out of the bedroom.

The scent of coffee grows stronger as you limp toward the kitchen, only to freeze when your eyes land on Remmick leaning against your counter, the silver espresso machine he's operating with practiced ease. His crisp white shirt sleeves are rolled to reveal forearms still littered with your nail marks, the top buttons undone to show fresh marks you don't remember making.

'Definitely wasn't a dream', you concluded.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. Why was he still here? You assumed he'd be long gone by the time you woke up. But here he was, in your kitchen, drinking your coffee.

Remmick's fangs peeked out as he grinned when he caught you staring. He poured steaming espresso into a second cup, the rich scent mingling with the musk of your earlier activities still clinging to your skin. "Mornin', darlin'," he greeted you, pushing the cup in your direction, his blue eyes tracking every wince as you shifted your weight. "Sleep well?"

You ignored the offered coffee and his question, instead grabbing the counter's edge to steady yourself as you glared at him. "Get out," you managed through gritted teeth, your voice rougher than you expected. More than likely from all the screaming last night. The thought made your cheeks burn hotter as you straightened your robe self-consciously.

You head for the door with the intention of ordering him to leave, but you're greeted by someone standing on the other side. You turn, expecting to see Remmick, but he's nowhere in sight.

"Miss?" A male voice called out from the doorway, "I just wanted to check if everything was alright." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, "We heard some...noises last night and wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." His eyes dart around the apartment, catching sight of the robe you wore.

Your entire body goes rigid as realization dawns, you're wearing Remmick's robe while answering the door to a neighbor who definitely heard everything last night. Heat floods your body as you clear your throat, fingers tightening on the doorframe. "I'm fine," you croak out, voice still rough from overuse, "Just...had a rough night."

The neighbor's raised eyebrow makes you want to melt into the floor, especially when his gaze drops to the unmistakable marks peeking above your robe's collar. You shift uncomfortably, wincing as sore muscles protest. "Really loud movie," you blurt out, hoping he doesn't notice the bruises on your thighs, faintly visible from beneath the hem.

The man's eyes dart over your shoulder, landing on the abandoned coffee cup still steaming beside the sink. His lips purse with dawning understanding before he coughs awkwardly. "Right. Well...welcome to the building, I guess."

You mutter, barely audible, "thanks," before closing the door with trembling hands, forehead pressing against the cool wood as you exhaled shakily. The sudden feeling of being watched comes over you, making your pulse stutter.

When you turn around, Remmick is leaning against the counter exactly where he'd been before, as if he'd never moved. His eyes gleam with amusement as he sips from the same coffee cup; he grins at your stunned expression.

"You said that the walls were soundproof," you murmur. A shiver rolls down your spine as you're reminded of what he is, a real vampire.

Remmick sets the cup down, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "Did I?" He asks, his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body, "I never said which side of the walls were soundproof."

You exhale sharply and roll your eyes before turning away and heading to the bathroom. "I'm taking a bath; you better be gone by the time I'm finished." However, your intuition told you that even if he did leave this wouldn't be the last time you saw him.

"Now why would I do that, darlin'?" His voice drops to a purr as he adds, "When I can just join you instead?" The sound of his shoes against the hardwood echoes behind you, slow and predatory.

You paused, halfway down the hall and turned to face him. "No," your voice was stern despite the sore throat. "Don't you have Landlord stuff to do? Other than harassing your tenants?"

He chuckled as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his crisp white shirt stretching over his chest and shoulders. "Consider this...a personal house call. Quality control."

"Quality control?" You repeat, skeptical and unconvinced. Your annoyed tone only amused him more.

Remmick pushed off the wall, closing the distance between you in one smooth stride. His fingers hook into the belt of your robe to tug you flush against him. "Exactly," he replied, taking a step closer. The movement was too fast for your human eyes to see. With one hand, he traced the fresh bite marks along your shoulder. "Gotta inspect my property thoroughly...make sure last night didn't leave any structural damage."

Your expression shifts from annoyance to confusion as he slips past you, heading for the bedroom. He inspects the scratches on the hardwood floors and dents in the wall from the headboard.

Remmick runs an index finger over the deep claw marks in the headboard, his claw marks. He turns, his eyes glowing a deep crimson, to find you hovering awkwardly in the doorway. "Structural damage confirmed," he says in mock disappointment, licking a drop of dried blood from his thumb while his eyes remain locked on you. "Gonna have to increase this month's rent."

At first you weren't sure you heard him correctly. Your eyes widened in disbelief as the implication hit you. He was actually going to charge you for the damages he caused.

"You've got to be kidding me," you groaned, fingers tightening on your robe's belt. "You're the one who—" The words died when he flashed you that infuriating smile. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you were on the verge of cussing him out.

He closed the distance between you in a blink. His hands slid beneath the silk robe to grip your bruised hips possessively. "Or," he purred against your throat, "we could work out...alternative payment arrangements." He playfully nipped at your neck, tongue tracing the tender skin. "Interest rates are very favorable."