#vampire!charles

charles moaned as you pushed your breasts into his face. his tongue automatically came and swirled over and around the plush flesh, tracing messy lines of saliva across your skin ever so pathetically. 

your arms wrapped lovingly around his neck, encasing charles’s face in your boobs for a moment. smiling contently down at him, he brought his head up briefly, his flushed expression meeting your ever so alluring gaze. his large hands came to grope at the supple mounds, his hungry yet pleading eyes meeting your slightly now darkened expression.

he was already salivating embarrassingly like a dog. straddling his lap, you felt his growing, desperate erection graze over your clothed cunt. biting his lip, charles’s widened, enamoured eyes fixated back onto your breasts, his calloused thumbs now rubbing your nipples into sensitive peaks ever so meticulously.

“that’s it, charles,” you breathed. “good boy,” you praised ever so smoothly as a rush of heat curled up your spine from the lowly burning pit in your belly.

charles moaned at your words as you pressed your boobs back into his face, now slowly rutting your hips against his clothed erection. his mouth now peppered the flesh in feverish, hot-mouthed kisses with an animalistic passion.

“such beautiful breasts,” he rasped, as you wrapped your arms around his neck again, hips rolling slowly in his lap. nipping the skin with his fangs, he muttered, “i need to feed from them so badly,” into the flesh as he left unnoticeable wounds which he flicked away with a swipe of his tongue easily.

charles groaned not only at the friction of your rut in his lap, but at the taste of you on his tongue. it was no mystery that your blood had become a drug to charles, the richness overwhelming his senses even at a small droplet. no, if anything, it made his brain short circuit and turn him into a begging, horny mess of a vampire, leaving him with an incurable lust for more, which you couldn’t help but relish in and torture him for.

as his mouth found your right tit, a moan escaped your lips as your hips came to a sudden halt. charles began to suckle on the sensitive nipple, his tongue swiping over it, making another rush of heat run up your spine. your nails dug deeply into his bare shoulders, hissing as he sucked harshly on the bud of nerves, the hot saliva of his mouth on the skin afterwards intoxicating.

charles whined as you then dragged your hands down his smooth chest, tracing the skin ever so slowly. shuddering, the overpowering pheromones of the blood pumping and surging like electricity through your veins, overwhelmed his senses as his hips now buckled towards your clothed cunt needily.

in that moment, you pulled yourself away from the now whimpering vampire. eyes widened and confused, charles’s green eyes met your devilishly darkened gaze, silently pleading for you to give in, so he could alleviate the pathetic pent up torture he was currently coping with.

“please,” a pathetic groan mixed with a small whimper escaped the vampire’s lips. “let me taste you, amour. i’ve been so good all week!” he whined, pathetically inhaling your scent as he found solace in the crook of your neck. “need you badly,” he mumbled into the skin, nipping it timidly.

chuckling dryly, you shuddered slightly at charles’s sharp fangs on your skin again, the feverish nips on your bare collarbone causing your body to tingle with anticipation. “you’re such a needy thing for me, aren’t you, charles? always so willing to please me for your reward.”

he whined against your skin, nodding. charles was too drunk on your strong scent of blood to form a single coherent thought in his head, the now growing wet patch in his boxers a strong indicator of all that his brain could comprehend.

his clothed erection was now stark when you glanced down at it straining in his boxers, just begging to be set free. smirking, you raised your gaze back up to the vampire’s where you were met with green puppy-like eyes, ever so doey and desperate for you to cave in to what he wanted.

“do you need help with that?” you questioned ever so sweetly, batting your eyelashes despite the evil grin plastered on your face. he bit his lip sheepishly, eyes not able to stay on your own, as your hand then grazed over his boxers, before squeezing his length abruptly, “let me help you with that, charles.”

charles whimpered, cheeks burning a dark crimson, mixed with embarrassment and his growing arousal. he then gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing, before nodding sheepishly again, his humiliated gaze flicking over the rotten smirk which had formed on your lips.

your hand then cupped his burning cheek, rubbing a soothing thumb over the reddened apple ever so lovingly. “use your words, charles,” you whispered, your breath fanning onto his parted lips. “tell me what you want me to do,” you added lowly.

charles gasped softly, a harsh intake of breath catching in his throat as he looked up at you with those dazed green eyes. you chuckled again, thumb now coming to graze over his bottom lip, “if you tell me what you want me to do, then i’ll let you feed from my tits,” you promised simply, “because that’s what you want right?”

charles then bit his lip hesitantly. “i want you to jerk me off whilst i taste you again,” he whispered, green eyes locking onto your own gaze. “please,” he added, “you don’t know how badly i need this.”

“oh charles,” you cooed, fingers tracing across his jawline, before pouting as you looked down at him. “i do know how badly you need it,” you murmured, pressing an approving kiss on his forehead. “and because you were such a good boy and used your words,” you added, “who am i to refuse you of such a request?”

almost instantly, charles’s mouth locked onto your right breast again, sucking and nipping at the plush flesh like a starved man. his fangs sunk deeply into the supple skin, suckling the blood ever so messily without a care in the world.

gasping, your fingers trailed down his bare front again, fingertips hooking the elastic waistband of his boxers as you pulled them down to his ankles swiftly. charles’s cock bounced against his lower stomach, precum smeared all over the agitated tip. your hand wrapped around the shaft, thumb grazing the throbbing slit, causing charles to whine as you then smeared the glistening slick around the yearning length.

pushing your front into his face again, charles groaned as he became encased by your breasts. your hand pumped up his shaft slow and steady as he whined, sucking harsher, causing you to moan and bite your lip in response. “you like that, charles?” you breathlessly asked, flicking your hand quicker as you increased your tempo on the assault of charles’s angry cock.

charles moaned against your skin in response, the vibrations sending sensations through your entire body. charles’s hips started to buckle forward, whining whilst you jerked even faster, chasing the release that was closer than he thought it was, gulping down your blood and sucking you dry in the process. 

“charles,” you gasped out breathlessly, cheeks burning a rosy crimson. “fuck,” you bit your lip, “such a good boy for me. keep going.”

his saliva and blood congealed on your breast, running down your chest as he messily fed off of you without a care in the world. gutturally groaning into your skin, his stomach was in knots as hot cum spurted out of his tip and onto both of your lower stomachs, adding another substance in the mess on your body.

your chest heaved as you let charles’s cock soften in your hand, before letting it fall out of your hands. looking down at the man with blood smeared messily all around his face with a dazed expression, you smiled contentedly as you met charles’s green eyes again.

“such a messy thing,” you muttered breathlessly, rubbing a thumb against charles’s jawline. “but you’re my messy thing,” you giggled, lowering yourself so you could rest your forehead on his own.

“i love you, ma chérie,” charles whispered, green eyes glistening upwards as your boob continued to bleed out slightly.

songs i used as inspo:

Jack The Ripper- Morrissey

I’m Your Man- Leonard Cohen

NFWMB- Hozier

Media used as inspo:

Carmilla- Book

Dracula- 1992 & BBC

Kiss Of The Vampire- 1963

A/N:

Thank you for all your suggestions!! i hope this fic lives up to expectations 😭 if anyone has any more suggestions they think would work well in this fic pleaseee send it my way i would love to incorporate as much as i can from you all! <3

Body still trembling from your most recent orgasm (not the first of the night and not the last either, you hope), you let Carlos wrap his big hairy arms around you and pull you toward his chest. You fall into his embrace with a satisfied sigh, your back to his torso. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck, lips wet with the remnant of your own orgasm over your sensitive skin, as you settle between his parted thighs. His arms tighten around your middle.

“You always taste so good, cariño,” he whispers in your ear, all smooth and hot.

You blush.

“Oh, stop it,” you protest feebly.

He rumbles a laugh into your neck, leaving ticklish kisses on your skin.

“Well, it’s true. Isn’t it, Charles?”

Charles crawls on the mattress right between your legs, opens them wider and lays down his head on your thigh. He smiles, revealing his glistening sharp fangs. His cool skin on your overheated leg feels like heaven (Carlos is so so warm behind you).

“Oh, she definitely tastes the best.”

You blush deeper. Your face must be so red right now (from your previous orgasm on Carlos’ tongue, from the piercing stare Charles is giving you right now), so so red you could be part of the Ferrari team. Gosh!

It’s not the first time you found yourself between that particular sandwich of werewolf and vampire Ferrari drivers. How they manage to turn you into this blushing mess every time is a mystery to you. Well. Not that much of a mystery actually. They are really good. Really really good. And no matter how many orgasms they squeeze out of you, you can never get used to it.

Anyway.

Charles drops a soft kiss on your thigh.

“Can I taste you too, now, amour?”

You nod fervently and feel, more than you hear, Carlos groan. Or maybe he is purring, who knows?

“Yes, please,” you say.

“Good. You’re so good to me, to us, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay.”

Charles smiles again, all sharp fangs and cold lips for you. You shiver in anticipation.

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