#vampire harry

Y/N moaned, her teeth retracting slowly as she released his finger with a little pout. She had no control over herself right now, and he had been trying to help her through it but it was tough. Neither of them expected it to be easy, but Y/N had underestimated just how much she had would feel like she would feel like she was crawling out of her own skin when she didn’t get what she wanted.

New vampires were wild, unhinged, bloodthirsty, and horny as hell- and she was no different. Her thighs spread wider over his hips as she rode him slowly, rubbing her swollen clit over the base of his cock with a pant. It was wet from her, the third orgasm doing little to tame her. She was making him a sticky, creamy mess, drenching his poor cock and sac and inner thighs with a mix of them but she couldn’t stop.

She knew she was being a lot, but this was something she needed.

"Harry..." She whined, trying to get more of his fingers back in her mouth. She wanted to bite down, wanted to taste blood again. She was addicted. “M’sorry. Can’t I… just a little more? Please baby? Please? I’m so thirsty, my throat burns.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he watched her struggle with her vampire instincts. The laugh wasn’t to be cruel, no, but he could remembered his own struggle with the shift. The burning, the hormones, the frantic need to get what she needed, it wasn’t so unfamiliar to him. Though, it was 300 years ago and probably less complicated (and dire) than her own need to control herself. It was far easier to accidentally snap and drain someone dry when he could run off and not have to worry about camera phones or the doorbells recording things.

He may be able to glamour someone into giving him money, clothes, anything else- but he wasn’t all that good with tech.

One hand tangled in her hair while the other brought his bleeding finger to her lips. "Open- Ah, slow.” He commanded softly, waiting for her to restrain herself the best she could before he allowed his thumb to press against her bottom lip. When she obeyed, he fed her his bitten finger slowly. "Suck. Clean it off before it heals." He added, pressing the wound against her tongue deliberately. His hips lifted to meet her slow ride. The desperate suckling of his digit had his cock twitching inside of her. “Now can you be gentle with my fingers?”

Apparently not.

His pretty little mate and newly turned vampire was still struggling with her self control, it seemed.

Harry's eyes darkened as he felt her teeth sink into his finger again, this time harder and more insistent. She was losing control rapidly, the instinct and bloodlust overriding any semblance of restraint she might have had moments ago. Blood flowed freely from the new wound as she sucked greedily on his digit, the prior one closing up. His other hand gripped her hip tightly to stabilize her riding motion while he tried to gentle her down from the bloodlust peak she was hitting. “Stop… Stop biting.” He growled lowly, tugging hard at her hair. “Let go of my fingers, you fuckin’ needy brat.”

She ignored his growled command entirely, too lost in her bloodthirsty haze to heed his warning. Her smaller hands suddenly grabbed his wrist forced the digits deeper into her mouth, biting down harder on both fingers simultaneously. She was growling lowly in her throat as he yanked her hair, her instincts telling her that the more blood she drank, the stronger she would get- and that was true, but Harry wasn’t human either. He was her boyfriend who also happened to be a vampire, and he had a limited source for her to have.

That didn’t seem to click in her brain though. All that mattered in the current moment was blood and sex, and she had both. Her riding became erratic as she humped him desperately, making a further mess of him as the slick sound of wet skin rubbing against one another filled his ears, whining as he released her hair to press on the hinge of her jaw to finally force it open.

With a snarl, Harry pulled his fingers from her mouth, the abrupt action paired with her saliva causing the bloody mix to drip onto her tongue and down her chin. Before she could react or snap her mouth closed to bite again, he flipped their positions swiftly, pinning her beneath him with an iron grip on her wrists. His eyes flashed with anger and something completely and utterly primal as he held her down.

"Enough." He hissed, his voice barely recognizable through clenched teeth and extended fangs. "If you can't control yourself, I'll just have to fuck it out of you."

"You're so fucking greedy." He growled lowly, his hips rocking into hers. His thick, long, cock hit right into that sensitive spot inside her, and he knew how to get it. He would be making sure of it. "You're a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Can't even control yourself around blood and dick." He sneered, his hands squeezing her wrists as she gnashed her teeth at him, pussy clenching around him.

Even tonight, she wasn't sleeping quite the same as she always seemed to. As usual, she was stuck to him with her head tucked against his neck. But, there was a difference in the way she clutched at him, with her hands between their chests, fingers in his shirt. Though he couldn't see her face at the moment, he could feel the fanning of her breath skating over his skin, the pacing different than he was used to when she was so deeply asleep. 

A crooked smile hooked his lips. He liked the idea that even in her sleep she searched him out, reaching for his touch. If his heart beat, he was sure it would be pounding against his chest, looking for her own. 

Harry closed his eyes, sinking into the mattress. (Y/N) had told him once that she dreamy of him often, nearly every night. What he wouldn't give to crawl into her mind, to see what she saw. 

Especially on a night like this, where she clung to him, heart rate picking up in her chest. A dimple dented his cheek at the thought of what could be whirling around her head. Selfishly, he hoped it was about him; the kind of dream that had her heart quickening, her breath coming in puffs. 

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a breathy murmur fell from her lips, "Harry." 

That soft smile widened into a grin on his lips. He tightened his hold on her, wordlessly letting her know that he was right here. He's got her. 

"Harry," she murmured again, more clarity to her voice than before. 

A pinch appeared between his brows. If he didn't know any better, he would think she had awoken.

"(Y/N)?" 

The rumble of his voice vibrated under her cheek, though she didn't stir. She never usually spoke in her sleep, especially nothing past a few mumbled words. Maybe this one was particularly vivid —particularly real to her tonight. 

Harry continued to run a circuit with his palm around her back, fingertips dragging between her shoulder blades. As much as he did enjoy hearing his name on her lips, he hoped the gentle touching would settle her down. He couldn't imagine she would wake up very rested if she talked all night long. 

The longer he touched her, the more her body relaxed. Her heart rate lowered, back to the even pacing that she started the night with. Harry took another long pull of her scent into his lungs. As much as he loved her voice, hearing her during the hours he missed her most, he figured this would make for a better night for her. 

All at once, Harry could hear the spike in her heartbeats, the rocketing of her breathing just as she fought to untangle herself from him. The quilt wrapped around her body was messily pushed off, hooking around her hips with the sheets going askew. She couldn't seem to move fast enough, her croaky voice muttering indecipherable words until he could hear the shout of his name breaking through her throat. 

"Harry!" she gasped, unfocused gaze seeing through him.

A sheen covered her eyes, sparkling over her iris. He doubted she could see in the dark of their bedroom the way he did, especially when she seemingly began to panic more. Her breathing came in noisy pants, hands bundling close to her chest as if she were too afraid to reach for him. 

The mattress creaked under his weight as Harry sat up, reaching for her himself. 

"(Y/N), petal? Are you okay?" he asked, watching as the world came into focus for her.

Instead of a gasping breath shuddering her lungs, a whimper eked from her throat. The sheen over her eyes turned into a gathered puddle on her waterline, ducts flushing red. Those bundled hands at her chest clutched one another harder. 

"Harry? Is that really you?" she whispered, voice broken and watery. 

"Oh, petal," he crooned, reaching for her.

He took her into his arms, holding her as she crumbled into him. He could feel the falling of her tears against his neck, the way she shuddered against his chest. His own features were pinched, brows furrowed. 

"What happened, petal?" he murmured, palms spanning her back as he held her close.

She only let out a shuddering whine, nothing sensical leaving her. His lips thinned, his worry mounting. He thought she had been sleeping just fine, that he had soothed her past her vivid dreaming. 

(Y/N) clung to him, crying for as long as she needed. To Harry, it felt like hours, waiting and worrying as his imagination conjured up the many reasons she would be blubbering into tears in the middle of the night. 

(The most logical reason, that also made him want to cringe away, was a nightmare containing himself). 

"H-Harry," she cried, "I'm sorry." 

His expression further soured. "Petal, why are you apologizing?" 

She shook her head, a shuddering breath leaving her lungs. "I'm cr-crying all over you. In the middle of the n-night." 

He couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped him. "As if I was sleeping. 'S alright—do not waste your time worrying about me. I am worried about you, my love. What happened?" 

She sniffled, turning her face until she laid her cheek against his shoulder. "Bad dream," she mumbled, voice thick and watery. 

Harry hugged her that much tighter in response. "What was your nightmare about?" 

She hesitated before she spoke, Harry waiting intently. "The—uh—the... those things that found me that one time. When you yelled at me." 

Her voice was impossibly quiet; he doubted any human would have been able to properly hear her, lacking in the heightened senses he possessed. 

Though, there was a part of him that wished he hadn't been able to hear her at all. His frozen heart cracked hearing the description she gave. 

The memory she brought up wasn't one he looked back on fondly. One he wished he never participated in and would do over in a heartbeat if given the chance. Especially when he considered just how different the outcome could have been had he never followed her out to the garden at the exact right moment. 

"I-I was outside again," she continued in his silence, a hiccup disrupting her voice, "And they were there. I tried calling for you, but you couldn't hear me, and the-they kept getting closer. I was going to run, but they were faster, but I made myself wake up before they caught me." 

The crack in his frozen heart turned into a full crevice, halving the organ until there were only strings of his love for her holding it together. 

"Petal," he crooned, hoping she didn't hear the break in his voice, "I am so sorry. So sorry." 

"It's okay," she murmured, shaking her head against his shoulder, "It wasn't real." 

Though her words were a reassurance, queued up for the both of them, Harry wasn't able to take it as such. While she was right, this dream wasn't real and he was able to soothe her and keep her safe, there was a time when this scenario was real. Not the exact one, as he came to her without even a single call, but close enough that it felt harrowing. 

But, this wasn't about him. He wasn't going to sob over her and beg for her forgiveness when she so obviously needed comfort. 

"I've got you, petal," he promised, "They aren't coming back. I swear it." 

"I know," she nodded, hair ticking his cheek, "I know that, I don't know why I even had this dream. I haven't thought about them in so long." 

That was a small balm in his chest. At least he had been able to make up some for the incident, enough to keep her from dwelling on that day. 

"I'm sorry," he muttered, for more than just this appearance in her dream, "But you're safe now. I am going to keep you safe, I swear." 

"I know." 

(Y/N) snuggled against him that much more. 

She fell silent then, allowing Harry to tune into his senses. He could hear the small tremor in her lungs, matching the hiccup that echoed through her. The pacing of her heartbeat was evening out into a soothing baseline, the thrum that he was able to pick out of a lineup. The only remnant of her tears was the stain on his shirt. 

Far from the first time, he wished he was warm for her. He wished he could do more for her; touch her in more than just a few delicate sweeps made in fear of igniting goosebumps on her skin. Though (Y/N) never cringed away from him, or pulled away from his touch before he made the choice for her, he was sure it would be much more pleasant to snuggle into something warm. 

But, Harry kept holding her. He soothed his palm around her back, recreating the circuit before she had jolted awake. 

"Do y'want to go back to sleep, petal? Or did y'want to go to m'studio, or something—get your mind off of your dream?" 

He could also make her something to eat, he thought. Or one of those frothy chocolate drinks she showed him. That would warm her. 

Harry waited for an answer. The silence stretched on.

A furrow knitted his brows. She hadn't fallen asleep already, right?

Taking stock of her form, he listened to the drum of her heart rate. Her breathing was even, void of the hiccuping tremor that had pushed out her sobs. She was draped over him a touch more than she had been moments before, having melted into him until she was being held up by his arms.

She'd already fallen asleep. 

A smile cracked his features. Maybe he wasn't quite as cold as he thought he was. 

Breathing out a heavy, unnecessary sigh, Harry cautiously laid back. The bedding tufted around him, his arms a careful cage around her body. He attempted to keep her as steady as possible, shifting her only when he pulled up the comforter over her form. Once he had her nestled into the sheets, her hands still gently clutching his shirt, he glanced at her face. 

Her features were set into peaceful lines, lacking those creases and edges that had marred them before. Her lips still held that flush and swell from her sobs, though only the tear tracks reflecting off of her skin was the only give away of her hard night. 

As much as he felt responsible for her nightmare, there was something calming knowing that she found that comfort in his arms, enough so that fell back to sleep without a second thought. All she seemingly needed was his arms and promise that he would be there, that he had her, and she was reassured enough to go back to resting.

Looking at her, he tipped his head and rested his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, reveling in her warmth, the very tip of his nose skimming her own. 

She was okay. Despite how much he dwelled on his past mistakes and grievances, (Y/N) loved him anyway. Found solace in him. Looked for him for safety. 

Just as much as he looked for her to fill the missing half of his heart. 

Hugging her tight, he pressed a delicate kiss to the tip of her nose. "I love you, petal." 

Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, he decided. He was going to wake her with breakfast in bed, paint a new piece for her, create a gourmet lunch, maybe run out and get the kitten she had begun begging him for, and a grand dinner to cap everything off. All while he would be at her disposal, falling to her every beck and call. 

He was going to take care of her. 

—————

You felt a hand on your shoulder and tensed, before quickly relaxing again. You turned and gave the person a glare. “I was looking for you!”

The young man standing in front of you smiled. His green eyes were always able to enchant you, but you couldn’t afford to lose your cool. It was hard, with someone as attractive as he was near you - not just because of his looks, it was almost as if he emanated a mysterious substance capable of luring everyone in, no matter their sex or their age. His messy, curly hair was long, and every now and then he would run a hand through it, seemingly annoyed. You couldn’t blame him, he had had the same hair style for a long time, even if he’d wished to cut it the hair would simply grow back at once like nothing happened. His flawless, spotless skin wasn’t as pale as the one most of his kin had and his lips were naturally pink, as if he was wearing lipstick. But you knew it wasn’t the case.  

“I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

You were taken aback by his words. Of course you wanted to see him, you wanted to see him so badly! It was hard to lie to yourself, you had been trying but it wasn’t working. 

“Can we go somewhere else?” you whispered, gesturing to a few guys laying near bushes. They weren’t dangerous, they were homeless people who had nowhere to go, but you didn’t feel at ease. Also, you didn’t want to stay there with him in case the ones you were worried about did show up and tried to hurt him, along with you.

He nodded and followed you down the path, till you reached the gates and quickly climbed over them to get out. A guy walking nearby gave you a funny look, probably wondering what the hell you two were doing getting out of Hyde Park at such a late time. You ignored him and turned to the guy standing beside you. He was waiting for your lead and despite the slight smile on his face his eyes looked so sad… you wanted to hug him so badly, you wanted to tell him everything would be alright, but you couldn’t.

“Harry…”

It felt strange to be on first name terms with him. Harry was everything you were supposed to hate and fear, but you couldn’t. Because he wasn’t like the vast majority of them. 

“You look cold. There’s a coffee shop which stays open all night just down the street, want to go there?”

You knew he didn’t feel the cold weather. You knew he could drink and eat but he didn’t care for the taste anymore. It was nice of him to care a little about you, though. “That would be lovely. I am a bit cold.” you admitted, lying. You weren’t just a bit cold, you were starting to freeze. Your fault for not wearing a warmer jacket, but the previous nights hadn’t been so cold, so you thought you would be okay.

Harry reached for his coat but then stopped. You pretended not to notice, but wondered if he had meant to give you his jacket and stopped fearing you would reject it and be rude to him for offering.

Half an hour later you two were sitting in a corner of the intimate coffee shop, which, like Harry had mentioned, was open all night but sported no other customers there at the moment. You put your hands around your warm cup, enjoying the feeling. Now that you were inside a well-lit place you could see every detail of Harry’s face and it almost made you blush. How can he look so gorgeous?

“So… like I said, I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

“Why? Because you saved my life last week? Yeah, I just hate chivalrous lads.” you sarcastically said, before taking a sip of your latte. “Harry… if I had known about you from the beginning-“

“I know. You would have tried to kill me. Don’t worry, I don’t feel offended, it’s only natural. I’m a monster and you’re a hunter, so…”

“Don’t say that!” you exclaimed, glaring at him. You didn’t want to hear him speak like that about himself. He wasn’t evil, he wouldn’t harm a fly and you knew it. 

Harry smiled sadly, lowering his gaze on his cup. Maybe he couldn’t appreciate the taste that much anymore, but he sure seemed to love coffee. He’d drunk almost all of it at once.

You fell silent as well. You wanted to talk, but you were scared. Harry would try to push away, you knew he would. And, as much as you knew it was the right thing on both your parts, you simply didn’t want him to.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You looked up. Had he really said that? You silently questioned him with your uncertain gaze.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s… out of line. I just can’t stop myself from thinking that. I’ve met quite a few vampire hunters, but nobody was half as beautiful as you.” Harry’s deep, masculine voice was firm and you could tell he wasn’t making fun of you or lying. He truly thought that. You blushed. “Well, thanks. You’re quite the gentleman, can’t say I’ve met lots like you, not even the ones who’re alive.” you tried to joke, but felt bad for reminding him he wasn’t a living human being anymore.

But Harry just laughed. A throaty, genuine laugh that reached his eyes. “Boys these days are no gentlemen, that’s for sure. Back in my day…” he stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind. Look, (Y/N)…”

“I know what you want to say, don’t.” you bit your lip. “I still haven’t properly thanked you for helping me. I was in a tight spot there…”

You thought about the week before, when four vampires had tried ganging up on you. Normally you were a great fighter, there was a reason you were the chosen one, but that night you’d been totally unprepared. You’d carelessly gone out to hunt despite your fever, thinking you were fine, but fighting had been harder than usual, much harder, and you hadn’t been able to fend off all those vampires on your own.

Harry had rescued you, even helped you kill them. If it hadn’t been for him… You hadn’t recognised him for what he really was, at first. You’d met him again and again the following nights, he’d only told you that although he was no hunter he knew about the existence of vampires and wanted to get rid of them just as much as you. But the last night you’d met him one vampire that managed to escape the two of you had given him away, yelling at him that he would have his head for helping you despite being a vampire himself.

You’d been shocked, to say the least. Harry had run away and you hadn’t seen him anymore for the past week. You’d felt so cheated, but had eventually came to understand. Your mentors, the ones who taught you and helped you, had mentioned about a “good kind” of vampires before, but they said there were hardly any of them left, since they descended from an ancient race that had mostly disappeared. You didn’t think you’d meet one of them in London, but you had. Harry was definitely one of them.

You hadn’t told your mentors. You meant no harm to Harry. Maybe you were being irresponsible, but you felt like you could trust him.

“Harry, why did you show up tonight?” you suddenly asked. You’d been looking for him for a week, every night, but you’d never found him in the usual spots you hung out in.

“Maybe I wanted to see you.”

You felt happy at this revelation. You knew you shouldn’t. “I wanted to see you too…” you admitted, holding your cup as strong as you could, almost as if you were trying to shatter it. “I’ve done some research. You descend from the Fair race, don’t you?”

Harry seemed taken aback, but smiled. “I do. You know about me?”

“Only a bit… I know you’re not dangerous. I know you’re not like the rest.” you stated, observing his right arm. He’d taken off his coat and you could see the tattoos on his skin. He had so many of them.

“You’re wrong. I can be lethal.”

You smiled, the first real smile you’d shown him that night. “You can be, but you’re not unless threatened.”

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Harry looked worried. Maybe he was afraid you had bad news.

“I… wanted to thank you for saving my life the first time we met. And then… since I found out about your secret and you disappeared… I just really wanted to see you again.” you paused. “I don’t want you gone.” you added in a whisper, staring into Harry’s beautiful eyes.

You knew things were going to get messy between you two, but you didn’t care.

I posted this story before on a different account which I deleted (years ago!), but I came across it on my laptop and thought I would repost it because I felt nostalgic and I actually quite like it.