#vampirry

“Oh shit.” You mumble to yourself as you rush down the hallway, flicking on the lights as you head towards the living room. You glance out the window that shows off the backyard, the dark blues swirling with the gray clouds floating across the sky tucking the moon behind them lets you know you’re running out of time. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You chant as you head into the kitchen, standing in the doorway for only a brief moment to make sure the dimness of the overhead lights are turned all the way up making the room almost seem to glow a bright white as the light bounces off the white marble of the counter tops.

You’re practically tripping over your own two feet as you rush around the house turning on all the lights in every room you enter or pass, so that not even a corner or spare coat closet tucked away in one of the guest bedrooms is cloaked in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief as you round the corner and spot the glow of your husband's nightstand lamp he keeps on while he sleeps pouring out from under your bedroom door letting you know he hasn’t woken up yet. Now this may seem a little odd, turning on all the lights because normally Harry’s kind enjoy the darkness, they thrive in it and use it to their advantage to lure in their prey and cover up their more gruesome acts but not Harry.

He is absolutely terrified of the dark.

That’s why you take it upon yourself to make sure every single room in the house is lit up so that Harry doesn’t have to worry about being surrounded by the very thing that causes him so much distress, especially while you’re asleep and won’t be able to be of much help to him. Harry himself knows his fear of the pitch blackness that comes with the night is far more intense than a human’s version of being afraid of the dark, because a few nightlights and some soothing stories and checking the closet for monsters before bed sadly do very little to ease his anxiousness about being surrounded by darkness.

Because unlike humans or most humans he should say, he knows what lurks in the dark corners of a bedroom, what demons are dancing in the shadows casted on the wall from the flames of a lit candle and the evil that lingers under beds. He knows of all the bad and scary things that walk hand in hand with the dark and even though he’s a blood drinking vampire he refuses to let the darkness force him to become something that’s pure evil, even if it means going against the very nature of his being. So what started off as him just wanting to avoid the dark to preserve what little goodness he still has inside his immortal soul, slowly transformed into Harry being terrified of the pitch blackness that comes with the time of day he is most active due to what he knows it’ll do to him.

Now the only time he is ever surrounded by darkness is in his sleep, but even then he uses the glow of the lamp on his nightstand as a beacon to draw him back into the light where he feels safe if his dreams get to be too much. And after being together for nearly four years, you've managed to somehow get this nightly routine down to only half an hour max and that's usually only if you forget a closet or bathroom light and have to run across the house to go switch them on before scurrying off to the bedroom before Harry wakes up. You always try your best to be there when he wakes up because if you’re not he will search the whole house in a panicked huff until he finds you, normally asleep on the couch in front of the tv or in the study curled up in the arm chair lost in some book.

You try to be as quiet as possible as you enter the bedroom, slowly dragging the dimmer switch all the way to the top letting the room be blanketed in a soft white light. As you look around the room a grin takes over your face when your eyes land on Harry, he is laying on top of the soft sheets on the bed with his eyes closed and a peaceful look on his face, one hand is resting on his bare chest right above his butterfly tattoo while the other is down at his side. You let out a small dreamy sigh as you reluctantly drag your eyes away from your husband so you can walk over to your closet but as you walk past Harry's side of the bed you feel a hand wrap around your wrist stopping you from being able to take another step.

"Now I know my sweet little wife wasn't about to just walk right by me without stopping to give me a kiss." Harry's voice is deep and rough from sleep while his hold on your wrist tightens ever so slightly as he pulls you backwards towards the bed.

"I didn't think you were awake." You explain with pink cheeks as Harry sits up and effortlessly tosses his legs over the bed so he can pull you to stand between them, his hand drops your wrist so he can grip your hips making a small humming noise come from the back of his throat as his thumbs rub over the silky material of your nightgown.

“I woke up when I heard your footsteps coming from the kitchen,” he tells you as he looks up at you with a quirked brow. “Sounded like you were in a rush of some sort.” You let out a huff as a smirk slowly works its way onto his face while you run a hand through his hair, pushing it up and out of his face so you can get the perfect view of his emerald colored eyes.

“I may have lost track of time watching-”

“Please tell me it wasn’t that dating show where they get locked in little rooms and talk to a wall.”

“They don’t get locked in the pods Harry they can leave whenever they want.” You argue making him let out a laugh as his hands slowly slide down the side of your legs until he finds the hem of your nightgown. “And they don’t just talk to a wall-they are talking to the person behind the wall and they do that so their physical appearances doesn’t get in the way of them being a good match if they are compatible on every other level.” You explain confidently, Harry just nods as his hands slide under your nightgown and when his hands move upward he finds himself having to hold back a groan when he feels the soft skin of your ass under his palms.

“Ah yes because waiting to find out what your partner looks like until after you propose is the true key to a happy marriage isn’t it?” He asks playfully making you roll your eyes as he grabs at the soft flesh of your backside causing you to let out a small noise of surprise that has Harry’s eyes darkening. “I missed you.” He whispers as he leans in and places a kiss to the center of your chest over your nightgown.

“I missed you too.” Harry lets out a little hum in response as his hands not so subtlety start to slide back down to the hem of your nightgown and begin pushing it upwards. “Did you have a good rest?” You ask as you place your hands on the tops of his shoulders, as your eyes stare into his he just smiles and nods as his hands continue to slowly push the silky material up.

“Want to know what really woke me up?” He asks with a hint of desire laced in his voice, when you nod in response he smiles as he slides your nightgown up and over your ass making you let out a soft gasp as the cool air hits your bare flesh. Harry doesn’t look away from you as he gently pushes you backwards just enough so he can sink to his knees in front of you, his hands holding the material of your nightgown up as yours stay gripping his shoulders.

“I could smell you from all the way across the house.” He tells you with a smile as he leans in so his face is only a breath away from the wet mess between your thighs, you feel a shiver run down your spine when he takes in a big inhale through his nose causing a deep moan to fall out of his mouth. “God you smell like heaven with a bit of-” he pauses to take another deep inhale making his eyes roll back as he lets out a deep throaty groan. “Honey and I need to have it on my tongue before I go mad.”

You don’t get time to respond before he ducks down while one of his strong hands is maneuvering your left leg over his shoulder making you have no other choice but to place a hand in his hair while the other tightens its hold on his shoulder. Your mouth falls open and your eyes snap shut as Harry dives his tongue into your soaked cunt without any warning, the tip of his nose bumps your clit with each swirling movement he makes inside you. A low almost growl sound comes from deep within Harry’s chest as you give his hair a harsh tug when you feel him flick your clit with his tongue a few times before licking a warm wet stripe up your center. You let out a moan as your hips move to match the pace of Harry’s tongue as he dips it in and out of your wetness, his hold on your hips turns bruising as his eyes lock with yours making a surge of pleasure rush through you at the intensity and heat of his stare.

“Oh yes yes just like that.” You say with a moan as Harry swirls his tongue around inside you a few times before pulling out and flicking your sensitive clit. After being together for so long Harry can tell by the way you’re gripping his hair and digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulder that you’re dangerously close to making a beautiful mess for him to lick clean. Wanting to help you tip over the edge and fall into the blissful pool of your climax Harry continues to fuck you with his tongue but he slows the pace down to almost teasingly slow, sliding out until he can flick the tip of his tongue at your needy entrance before slowly diving back in.

“Oh god-so good oh shit.” If he wasn’t so busy making you come undone on his tongue he would smile, instead he lets out a moan that sends a vibration through you causing the pressure in your lower tummy to snap and his name to fall out of your mouth over and over again like you’re reciting a prayer. Harry feels a proud sense of satisfaction wash over him as he laps up all your juices not letting a single drop go to waste by dripping down your thigh or his chin, his tongue expertly licks you until you’re giving his head just the smallest of shoves when he bumps his nose into your clit making you let out a small hiss.

“I could have you as my first meal everyday and never get bored of it.” He confesses softly as he places kisses to the inside of your thigh before he helps move your leg from over his shoulder. You let out a small giggle that has a smile spreading across his face, his hands once again find your hips after he stands up. “What did you do today love? Anything interesting?” He asks as he reaches for the hem of your nightgown and drags it upwards, you just give him a shrug before lifting your arms so he can easily get the silky garment over your head letting him toss it to the floor next to his feet.

“I finished my book and-”

“Did you like the ending? I know you were worried one of them was going to die.” You smile up at him as you watch his eyes roam over your body, drinking you in as if he hasn’t seen you in years when it’s just been a few hours.

“No one died thank goodness.” You tell him with a sense of relief evident in your voice. “But Garth did end up divorcing his wife to be with his young lover in the city.” You explain making Harry let out a laugh as his eyes finally find yours and his hands reach out and cup your face.

“What an asshole.” He teases as he leans down and nudges the tip of your nose with his. “I love you.” You smile as your arms loop around his neck.

“I love you too Harry.” With that Harry’s lips are on yours in a kiss that starts off sweet, one of his hands slides down to the side of your neck while your mouths move against each others. But then it turns hungry and heated as Harry nibbles on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth earning him a small little moan that he just swallows down. You slowly drag a hand down to the top of Harry’s shoulder and then down his chest causing the muscles in his stomach to tighten under the warmth of your touch on his much cooler skin, Harry pulls away just as your hand slides under the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Do you need something sweetheart?” He asks between kisses down your jaw while one of his hands slides down and cups one of your breasts making you let out a soft moan. “You know I’ll give you what you need baby you just have to ask for it.” He reminds you as he moves his lips to the side of your neck, licking at the spot below your ear.

“I-I need-” Your words get caught in your throat as you feel the light sting that comes with Harry biting into your flesh, the soft skin on your neck and the plush flesh on inside of your thigh being his preferred spots. Harry uses this moment to give your breast a soft squeeze before releasing it and bringing his hand over to cover yours that’s in his sweatpants so he can guide it upwards until it’s resting on his chest.

“You taste so good.” He mumbles against your neck before he gently licks any last droplets of blood off your skin, he hears you let out a quiet gasp at the sensation making him smile against your skin.

“Harry.” Your voice is whiney causing Harry to let out a dark chuckle as he grabs your hips and gently turns the two of you around.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks with mock sympathy as he pulls away from the comfort of your neck while he walks you a few steps backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress.

“You…I just need-” You let out a huff as his hands give your hips a squeeze, you close you eyes and try to gather yourself up enough to get the words out without getting distracted.

“That’s it sweetheart use your words and tell me what you need.” His voice is reassuring but holds a slight teasing undertone as he watches you open your eyes and stare up at him.

“I need you to-” Harry gives you a small smile and a nod of encouragement as you let out a deep breath having never been good at vocalizing what exactly you want or need from Harry because normally he already knows and tonight is no different except tonight he just really wants to hear you say it. “I n-need you to…fuck me…please.” Your cheeks turn pink as the words slip out of your mouth and Harry has a proud grin on his face as he cups your cheeks in his hands.

“Okay baby.” He coos sweetly as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead before bringing his lips right up to your ear. “I’ll fuck you.” You feel a burning flame of desire ignite in your tummy when you feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear before placing a kiss to the side of your face.

“Turn around and get on the bed.” He tells you as he gives your ass a smack before backing up letting you have some space to do as he says.

You feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation begin to bubble up in your chest as you turn so you’re facing Harry’s side of the bed, he gives you a smile and a wink when you look at him over your shoulder before you climb onto the bed. Harry’s eyes darken into an inky black shade as he watches you get situated on the bed, he licks his lips as he feels an uncontrollable need take over him when you get on your knees and bend over to press your chest down into the mattress with your arms stretched out in front of you giving him the perfect view of your ass and glistening cunt. In one swift motion he pulls his sweatpants down and kicks them to the side near your nightgown, he lets out a low groan as he wraps a hand around his hard shaft giving himself a few slow pumps getting a small sense of relief at the feeling but he knows there’s only one thing that can really give him the relief he needs.

“You look absolutely beautiful like this baby.” He says sweetly as he takes a step forward so he can reach his hands out and grab the soft flesh of your ass, you turn your head and press your cheek into the soft sheets letting him hear the soft sigh you let out at the feeling of his hands on you. “Is this all mine?” He asks as his hands slide up the sides of your thighs all the way up to your hips so he can pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You try your best to nod in response making him let out a chuckle as his eyes roam over your backside.

“This pretty ass and these perfect thighs are all mine.” He says with a groan as he slowly drags his middle and index finger up and down your slick folds, you let out a low moan as you push your hips back trying to get his long thick fingers where you want them the most. Harry lets out a tsk and gives your ass a smack with his free hand making you let out a small yelp. “Be patient baby or you won’t get anything and I’ll make you go to bed with a drippy and needy mess between your legs.” He threatens as he leans over you so his lips are close to your ear.

“S-sorry.”

“Just be a good girl now and take what I give you-can you do that for me?”

“Yes I-I can do that.” Harry smiles as he leaves little kisses down your back making a shiver run down your spine.

“Good.” His voice is gentle making you smile, Harry lets out a satisfied hum as he circles his middle finger around your entrance letting him feel how wet you’ve gotten for him. “So perfect.” He sighs as he finally slips his two fingers into your wetness making a moan slip past your parted lips. “This what you needed baby? Needed my fingers fucking your tight little cunt?” There’s a slight tease to his voice because he knows this isn’t what you really meant when you told him you needed him to fuck you but he also knows you’re far too polite to tell him, especially since you enjoy having him knuckles deep inside of you anyway.

“After I get you off like this you’ll be ready for bed hmmm?” He asks after a few moments of the only sound in the room being the squelching of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. “Don’t need anything else from me?” This has you letting out a small whine as Harry starts to do small slow circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“No-no I need more.” You manage to get out between little moans as Harry quickens the pace of his fingers.

“More than this?” He says as he curls his fingers as they plunge deep inside you letting him hit the spot that has your back arching and your hips trying to match his pace. “That seems a little greedy baby…are my fingers not good enough for you?” Harry can’t fight the smile that forms on his face as he watches his fingers disappear into your perfect cunt and he’d do a little more teasing if his cock wasn’t so painfully hard, begging to be what’s getting thrusted in and out of your needy hole instead of his fingers.

“P-please Harry need m-more.” Your voice is full of desperation as your hands grip the sheets, Harry lets out a groan as he slowly pulls his fingers from your wetness bringing them up to his mouth so he can lick them clean making him moan at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

Harry doesn’t let you feel empty for more than a few moments before he’s gripping his cock and lining it up at your entrance and with one harsh thrust has you letting out a choked moan of his name as you feel the familiar stretch of your walls trying to adjust to his thick shaft. His hands grip your hips as he pushes all the way in, letting out a deep guttural moan as he finally feels the sense of relief he’s been needing ever since he woke up to the smell of your arousal that had him hardening in his sweatpants before you even walked into the room. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as Harry’s hips find a quick and harsh pace, his grip tightens on your hips guiding them to meet his letting his cock go deeper with each thrust.

“How’s this baby? This what you needed?” He asks as his hands slide down and grab at your ass cheeks spreading them just enough to let him see how perfectly snug his cock looks as he pulls out to the tip and slides it fully back into your needy cunt. “It’s exactly what I needed.” He tells you with a grunt as he gives you a particularly harsh thrust. “Been needing to fuck this pretty pussy with my big cock since that heavenly smell of yours floated into the room-shit baby you don’t even understand how good this feels.” You feel yourself slipping closer to the edge of your release with each word out of his mouth that’s punctuated with a thrust of his hips letting the tip of his cock hit that spongy spot deep inside you.

“Yes needed this-so so good Harry you feel s-so good.” You stutter as you white knuckle the sheets and sloppily try to meet Harry’s thrusts with your hips.

“Your pussy was made for my cock baby.” Harry’s voice is low and deep as he feels your walls start to pulse around his shaft. “Takes me so well every time.” He praises as he leans over so he can slide a hand to your front until he can feel your puffy bundle of nerves under the pad of his index finger.

“I know you want me to fill you up until I’m dripping all down your thighs.” You let out a cry of his name as he rubs tight circles over your clit making him smile before he presses a few sloppy kisses to your back. “But you know I can’t do that until you let go for me baby.” He reminds you softly as his pace quickens making your mouth open and your vision to go white as you practically see stars when the pressure finally snaps the thin strand that was keeping you held together and you get hit with an intense wave of pleasure.

“There she is-that’s my good girl.” You can barely form any words minus Harry’s name that you repeat over and over as your climax crashes down on you like a ton of bricks making Harry let out a deep groan as you begin to pulse and squeeze him as your release soaks his throbbing cock. He moves his index finger away from your clit and grabs your hips so tightly he knows you’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingertips by the end of the night.

“So messy for me sweetheart just the way I like it.” He tells you as he looks down at where the two of you are connected, his cock is slick with your release as he continues to fuck into you at a brutal pace, wanting to drain every ounce of pleasure from you he can. You feel your legs get shaky as Harry pounds into you, chasing his own release. The sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt sends a little shiver down your spine making you try to clench your thighs together but Harry just lets out a little chuckle before he gives you a light smack to your bottom.

“Shit baby I could fuck this tight cunt all night-make you sleep with me tucked deep inside you filling you up over and over again.” The thought of him being inside of you all night nearly sends Harry over the edge making your name fall from his lips with a deep moan. “One day you’ll let me do that won’t you baby?” He asks but he knows you’re in no shape to respond so he just leans down and kisses your spine. “Yeah you’ll let me do that-it’s my pussy anyway isn’t it baby? Can do whatever I want with it-fuck I’m so close I’m gonna fill you up nice and good baby just the way you like.” You feel one of his hands grab at the flesh of your ass as his thrusts turn harsher and more determined letting you know he’s only moments away from spilling his warm load deep inside you.

“N-need it so bad Harry please give it to me.” You pant as you struggle to catch your breath with the way his thrusts have you being shoved into the mattress.

“Okay baby since you asked so nicely.” He teases as he gives you a few more harsh thrusts before he pulls your hips so your ass is flush against him, your name tumbles out of his mouth as you feel him coat your walls with his release. “Fuck.” He groans as he looks down at his cock as he slowly fucks his release back into you, the sight making him have to fight off the urge to pound you into the mattress until you’re a blubbering mess that can’t take anymore. But he knows by the way your mouth is hanging open with a little drool coming down the corner and the tears in your eyes that you’ve reached your limit for the night, so he just gives your hips a loving squeeze as he slowly pulls out. His eyes watch the mixture of your releases drip down the back of your legs and he can’t help himself as he reaches and gathers some on his index finger.

“Holy fuck.” You pant as you lift your head and look over your shoulder at Harry who has his eye closed as he sucks on his thick digit. “Harry?” The slight roughness of your voice has his eyes snapping open and in one smooth movement you’re rolling over to your back and Harry is hovering over you with a hand on either side of your head.

“Hi baby.” His dimples pop as a grin spreads across his face while he looks down at you with nothing but a look of pure love in his eyes that are fading back to their natural emerald color. “You okay?” He asks tenderly, you just smile and nod as you reach your hands up and cup his face.

“I’m great.” You reassure him making him let out a laugh as he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. “I love you.” Harry smiles as he pulls away and rolls over so he’s laying next to you, letting you roll onto your side so you can curl up into him and rest your head on his chest as his hand runs soothingly up and down your back.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

“Baby we’ve talked about this.” Harry says with a sigh as he runs a hand down his face as he sits on the edge of the tub while you take a bubble bath filled with your favorite bath salts and relaxing bath oils that will help ease some of the soreness that he knows you’re going to be feeling tomorrow. “I don’t want to dress up as a pirate for Halloween.”

“But I like the way the earring and the hat look on you.” Harry quirks a brow and then rolls his eyes when he looks at you and sees your bottom lip poking out in a dramatic pout.

“Sweetheart I’m literally a monster I don’t need a costume.”

“Harry Styles you are not a monster you take that back right now.” He has to keep himself from laughing as he looks over at you, his sweet loving wife who is glaring at him while neck deep in bubbles. He leans over and grips the back of the tub with one hand so he can press his lips to yours in a quick little kiss that has a smile forming on your face when he pulls away.

“Well then what would you call someone who drinks blood and sleeps during the day?” He questions as he stands up and walks over to the back of the bathroom door to grab your fluffy robe. “Because that sounds pretty monstrous to me.” He adds as he tosses the garment into the towel warmer so it’ll be perfectly toasty for when you’re ready to exit the bath tub.

“My husband. That’s what I call you.” You answer without missing a beat making Harry bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning at how adorable you look arguing with him over if he’s a monster or not just to end it by calling him your husband with such a strong sense of pride evident in your voice.

“You don’t mind being married to someone who can’t ever go to the beach on a warm sunny day with you?” He asks as he leans against the counter his sink is on and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I don’t like sand.”

“What about never getting to watch a sunrise with you?”

“Sunrises are overrated and if you want to watch one together I’m sure there’s videos on YouTube we could watch.”

“I can’t eat garlic.”

“That’s a myth and you know it.”

“So you really don’t think you’re missing out being with me instead of one of those other dudes who have fully functioning hearts and don’t drink people?” You turn your head to look at him as the beeping of the towel warmer goes off making him push off the counter so he can grab it, you stand up letting the water and bubbles drip down your body as he stands at the foot of the tub with your robe open and waiting for you.

“I know I’m not missing out on anything.” You answer him as you carefully step out of the tub and let him help you put your robe on smiling to yourself when Harry’s arms wrap around your middle so he can tie the robe closed, the short sleeves of his t shirt letting you see all the random doodles of ink that cover his skin. “Do you think you’re missing out being stuck with me instead of-”

“I’m not stuck with you baby.” He corrects you as you turn around in his hold, his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he looks down at you. “I love you so much I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else.”

“But-I-I’m going to die eventually and you’ll have to move on.” You remind him but Harry just shakes his head as he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose making a small smile take over your face.

“There’s no moving on from you sweetheart.” He tells you before he presses his lips to your forehead. “Because the love I have for you is far too great for just one lifetime so while I’m destined to live this life forever as a blood sucker I’ll just make sure I find you and love you in all of yours.” He says it like a promise, as if he’s already gotten a look at the future and knows the two of you will have a love story that’s woven through time leaving you no room to doubt or question him so you just smile and accept his comforting words as he pulls you into his chest. “And don’t worry I will always be able to find you.” He whispers as you wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt.

“So you really won’t be a pirate?” You ask trying to hide the emotion in your voice, Harry just laughs and kisses the top of your head before pulling away so he can go into your closet and grab you a new nightgown.

“I’ll wear the earring and the vest but I’m not walking around with a cheap plastic sword.” He answers as he walks out of the closet with a soft black nightgown with little pumpkins all over it in one hand making you grin as you turn and head back into the bedroom while Harry reaches into the tub with his free hand and pulls out the drain before joining you near the bed.

“What if it’s a real sword would that change your mind?” His glare is all the answer you need as he stands in front of you and tosses your nightgown onto the bed before he starts to undo your robe. “Will you at least wear the hat? Please?” You plead with him as the robe drops to your feet and you turn around so he can inspect your backside for bruises and any signs of discomfort.

“Are you going to make me wear one with a feather in it?” He asks with a sigh as his hands reach out and gently run over the small red marks his smacks have left on your bottom, the corners of his mouth drop down into a frown when you flinch as his thumb softly goes over a few bruises on your hips. “I’m sorry baby-I’ll be gentle with you next time.” He says softly as he kneels down so he can place feather light kisses over each one.

“I don’t mind-I like being able to feel you the next day it reminds me of how lucky I am to have a husband who knows how to give me exactly what I want.” Your answer would have Harry’s heart swelling if he still had one, so instead it has him letting out a small hum of appreciation as he kisses his way up your back.

“I’m the lucky one.” He softly corrects you as he stands up and reaches around you for your nightgown. “I’ll wear the hat.” He whispers in your ear as you raise your arms and let him help you slip the nightgown over your head.

“You’re going to look so sexy as a pirate.” Harry laughs as you spin around and wrap your arms around his neck while his hands rest on your waist.

“Yeah? So sexy you’ll want to walk my plank?” You stare at him for a few moments after the words leave his mouth before you erupt in a fit of laughter at his sad attempt at a joke.

“Oh my god that was so bad it was almost good.” Harry smiles as you reach up on your tiptoes and place a kiss to his lips before releasing your arms from his neck so you can climb into the freshly changed sheets and get comfortable on your side of the bed.

“Don’t go and forget about me while you’re off in dreamland okay?” He teases as he walks over to your side of the bed so he can get your sleep mask from your nightstand. “I mean it baby don’t go dreaming of your little fictional boyfriends while off in a realm I can’t fight for you in.” You let out a sarcastic laugh as he stands over you and slips the silky fabric over your head so it’s resting on your forehead.

“All my dreams are of you don’t worry.” You tell him with a wink as you reach up and give his cheek a small pat. “I love you-I’ll see you when I wake up.”

“I love you too sweetheart.” He says softly as he leans down and places a kiss to your lips. “Sweet dreams baby.” You blow him a kiss before you reach up and pull the silky soft sleep mask over your eyes so it can block out the brightly lit room enough for you to be able to fall into a deep comfortable sleep.

Harry stands in the doorway of the bedroom and watches you for a few minutes to make sure you’re comfortable and are actually in the process of falling asleep, he does this by listening to your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing. Once he hears them start to even out he smiles and closes the door before heading down the hallway towards the kitchen to make himself a little snack.

“I really don’t know how she watches this.” He mumbles as he looks over at the small tv in the kitchen that’s playing your current favorite reality dating show on it. “All these guys are douchebags.” He states as he reaches for his mug that has his first meal in it, a half packet of room temperature blood that you so sweetly volunteer to give him twice a month letting him have the privilege of only drinking from you which he prefers because he swears you just taste the best. He takes a few sips as his brows furrow when one of the men ask a girl if he would be able to pick her up, a clear workaround for him to get an idea of her weight.

“What a prick.” With that he reaches over for the remote and shuts the television off not wanting to waste any more of his day on watching such a horrible show. He grabs his mug and gets two steps out of the kitchen and into the living room when the lights flicker making his grip on the handle of the mug tighten to a point he nearly breaks it off.

“It’s fine flickering is normal when it’s windy outside.” He mutters to himself as he takes a seat on the couch after placing his mug on the coffee table. Harry feels a chill run down his spine as the lights flicker once more but this time joined with a low whisper saying his name that he knows didn’t come from anyone in the house seeing as the only one here besides him is you and he can hear the evenness of your heartbeat letting him know you’re still asleep. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths trying to calm his overactive mind down but when he opens them again the lights don’t just flicker they completely turn off.

“Five minutes Harry just five minutes and the generator will turn on it’s going to be okay.” He tells himself as he grips the tops of his thighs, the soft fabric of his sweatpants helping him relax just the smallest bit. “Five minutes that’s-” Harry’s words of reassurance are cut short by a beeping sound coming from outside and it has his stomach dropping because he knows exactly what that beep means.

The generator is out.

“Okay-okay it’s fine I’m fine there’s nothing to be afraid of.” His words are barely above a whisper as his eyes dart around the living room, trying not to notice the movements he sees on the wall from the shadows of the trees blowing around in the wind outside. “Candles-yes yes just lights some candles Harry.” He tells himself as he stands up and rushes to the cabinet under the tv that you keep all your candles in, grabbing a few random ones and placing them on the coffee table but before he can even attempt to use his stare to ignite them he feels what he swears is a hand wrap around his ankle from under the couch.

Your eyes snap open and you’re shoving your sleep mask up and off your head as the sound of Harry letting out a shriek hits your ears. You blink a few times trying to adjust to the darkness that’s surrounding you and as soon as you realize all the lights in the bedroom are off you toss the covers off and climb out of bed. Your heart is beating a mile a minute as you rush to the bedroom door and fling it open, you’re halfway down the hallway when you hear Harry’s voice shouting and it has your heart wanting to crack open at how distraught he sounds.

“Harry?” You shout trying to get a better idea of where he’s at in the house and when you hear his trembling voice say your name in response you know exactly where he is, the living room. “Harry honey I’m right here.” You say softly as you enter the living room, trying not to startle him.

The light of the moon shinning through the windows helps you be able to see just enough to find Harry with his knees tucked to his chest shoved in the corner of the couch with his back leaning against the armrest. You rush over to him, grabbing the lighter off the end of the coffee table trying your hardest to light each of the candles you can tell Harry grabbed in an attempt to add some form of light to the room as quickly as possible.

“Harry I’m here.” You tell him as the glow of the candles lights up the room enough for you to see him better. He doesn’t move as you sit next to him on the couch, you let out a small sigh as you reach your hands out and place them over his that are gripping the tops of his knees keeping his legs securely pressed against his chest while his forehead is resting on top of them. “Honey it’s okay you’re okay the lights will come back on in a few min-”

“Th-the generator is-is out.” He says between shaky breaths refusing to lift his head up to look at you. You nod your head and grab his hands interlocking your fingers with his so he can feel the soothing warmth of them, something you know helps him calm down just a bit.

“Can you look at me?” You ask sweetly and Harry slowly lifts his head up and you smile when he eventually opens his eyes, the glow from the candles making them look darker than they really are. “There he is-hi honey.” Harry doesn’t say or do anything as you give his hands a squeeze, when his eyes dart around the room you let go of his hands and reach out to cup his face as you move to sit on your knees so you can face him fully.

“No no look at me okay? Focus on me.” He does what you say as your thumbs run over the smoothness of his cheekbones. “You’re okay there’s no one here besides us and-”

“Heard m-m-my name some-something said my n-name.”

“No baby that was just the wind. There’s nothing in here that can hurt you.”

“I-I saw eyes in th-the corner an-and something gra-grabbed my ankle.”

“It was just the heater remember the vents in the floor tickle your ankles when they come on.” Your hands never leave his face making him look at you the whole time he’s speaking and you smile at him when you feel him lean into your touch ever so slightly.

“The heater?” He asks with a small tremble to his voice that has you wanting to pull him into your chest but you don’t, you go at his pace in moments like this where he feels scared and anxious.

“Yes.” You answer gently as you move so you can be between his legs. “You’re safe.” You tell him softly and you smile when he places his hands over yours that are still on his face.

“I’m safe.” He repeats making you nod as he slowly lowers his legs letting you climb into his lap, your knees hitting the cushions of the couch on either side of his thighs. “No one i-is here…just us.” You give him another nod as his hands fall to your hips, the soft material of your nightgown under his fingers has him letting out a small sigh of relief as if his mind is just now accepting the fact you’re in front of him and he’s not in the dark living room all alone anymore.

“That’s right it’s just us.” You say in the soft and sweet voice that you save just for moments like these. Your hands slide down the sides of his neck to the tops of his shoulders and then down to his chest leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “It’s just you-” your hands slide further down his chest as his eyes stare into yours. “And me.” You say reassuring him, his hands move from your hips to the tops of your thighs running up and down them a few times as he leans in and rests his forehead against the top of your shoulder.

You let him sit like that for a few minutes before you rest your hands on the sides of his face so you can pull his head away from your shoulder. His eyes lock with yours and before you can think twice you lean in and press your lips against his. The kiss is soft and sweet as you move your mouth against his, you feel his hands slide up to your hips pulling you closer making you smile against his lips. Your hands drop to his chest as you kiss your way down his jaw, Harry closes his eyes as your hands make their way down to the waistband of his sweatpants letting out a small sigh when you slide a hand down the front of them.

“You okay honey?” You ask sweetly against the smooth skin of his neck as your hand wraps around his already hardened cock.

“Y-yes.” He stutters as you give him a slow pump, a soft whine bubbles up from his chest and he opens his eyes when you remove your hand. You give him a reassuring smile as you pull away from his neck and Harry has to hold back a moan as he watches you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting it into your palm.

“Don’t worry baby I’m going to take care of you.” Harry just stares at you in awe as your hand once again finds its way down his pants and wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck.” He says with a low groan as you give him a few pumps, a shiver goes down his spine when your thumb runs over the sensitive head of his shaft. “Y-you feel s-so good.” He manages to get out between deep breaths as he leans his head back to rest it on the armrest of the couch.

“I’m glad…I wanna make you feel good.” You tell him with a smile as your lips attach themselves to his jaw. “Your cock is so thick baby I can barely fit my hand around it.” Your words have Harry’s hips jerking as you tighten your hold on him just a little while giving him long slow pumps.

“Oh god.” He moans as you nip and lick at his jaw while his hands slip under the hem of your nightgown, you give his neck a little bite when you feel his hands getting closer to your core.

“Behave.” You whisper into his ear making him growl under his breath as his hands stop their roaming and go back to gripping your hips. “Focus on me and how good my hand feels.” You tell him as your movements turn more determined making a small desperate groan fall out of his mouth. “I know you want to make a mess on my hand-know you like to get messy.”

“Oh shit.” You smile when Harry’s hips jerk upward meeting the pace of your hand, you can tell by the way his eyes darken and his head falls backwards as he grits his teeth that he’s close to his release. “So good-you’re so perfect baby.” He says between moans and after a few more pumps you hear your name fall from his mouth over and over as the first spurt of his release hits your hands, his hips continue to jerk as you keep up your movements wanting to drain him off all he’s willing to give you.

“So messy and warm.” Your voice is soft as you press your lips to the spot below his ear making his grip on your hips tighten. “Did so good for me.” Your praise has a small smile work its way across Harry’s face, you slowly move your hand from being tucked inside his pants and Harry’s eyes are glued on you as you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick his release off your knuckles and palm.

“Jesus.” He mumbles as he watches you lick your hand clean and it’s not until he looks away from you and over to the coffee table that he realizes the lights have come back on.

“They turned on a few minutes ago.” You tell him answering the question that was floating around in his head. “You okay?” You ask as you place your hands on top of his on your hips.

“I’m perfect.” He answers with a smile as he leans in and presses his lips against yours in a quick kiss. “Thank you baby-for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me you know I’ll always be here when you need me.” You tell him with a small yawn making Harry let out a laugh.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” With that he is effortlessly moving so he can stand up with you in his arms and walking down the hallway towards the bedroom.

“I love you.” You say with a sleepy smile as he tucks you into bed and fixes your eye mask.

“I love you too sweetheart I’ll see you when you wake up.” He promises as you lower the mask down over your eyes with a smile. Harry lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair as he turns and heads for the bathroom to take a shower, something he knows will help him feel better and relax even more after the events he just went through. A grin takes over his face when the faint smell of all the oils and bubbles from your bath hits his nostrils.

Feeding was intimate, it was something the vampire used to despise before he had Y/N. His skin used to crawl as he had to seduce and glamour the humans into giving him a bite, compelling them to forget all about him as soon as he left the dingy alleys or pubs or parties he would find his prey at. Having a feeder, a dedicated human to provide such a thing had never been his initial plan- but Y/N seemed to his exception to everything. 

Her head was still buzzing and floaty from the bite, the warm feeling cocooning her as his caresses and close proximity grounded her, tethering her to the plush bed he had dubbed as their own. While most did not sleep in the same room as their feeders, Y/N had pushed that boundary of his until it was ground into dust. He couldn’t rest without knowing she was sleeping soundly in his arms. Lips brushed her throat, making sure she was clean of her own blood before they moved to connect to her sleepy ones. Harry had arrived in the middle of the night, but she was happy to be awoken by his minty, parchment scent. He’d stripped of everything but his briefs, pulling the blankets on top of them and let the candles stay lit. 

“Please.” She whispered, curling her leg around him. “I don’t sleep well without you inside me.” It felt pathetic to beg for, but he’d gotten her into the habit. Tucking his hard prick inside of her and let her feel full as he rubbed her slippery clit to orgasm, letting her fall asleep with him safely inside of her and waking her the next day with his slow thrusts. Harry had made her addicted to him, but when he whispered to her about how she must have been made for him- she had the mind to agree with him. 

“Oh, my sweet. M’sorry.” He cooed. “M’sorry. I know, my poor thing.” His croon made her shiver, feeling his hand slip between them to pull the fabric covering him away. “I was so focused on your taste. I missed you so…” Her heat was almost too much, making his teeth clench and nostrils flare as he smelled her musky sweetness. She had been waiting for him, his precious human girl. There was little time wasted before he slipped the tip inside, hissing quietly at the feel of her heat trying to take him in. 

“Yes-Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She babbled, only quiet when his mouth covered hers and he slowly filled her up to the brim. She could feel him stretching her just as her body craved, every ridge and vein falling back to the place it needed to be. It took a few moments, heavy balls tucked snug against her ass as he let his weight lay on her and his cock fill her in the way he knew she needed so badly. His thumb stayed connected between them, rubbing tender circles on her swollen clit as her breathing picked up. 

“You’re welcome. I missed this.” He sighed, the click of their lips connecting and pulling apart sounding again. “Missed you dearly. They offered me one of their feeders but.. I said no. No one else tastes as good, feels as good as you. I felt revolted at the idea.” His words made her whine, which he promptly shushed. “No, my sweet. You are the only one who I want. Taste divine, keep my cock warm and wet… No one else could ever compare. I counted the minutes until I could return to our bed.” His thumb rubbing back and forth made her toes curl, head tilting back and baring her neck for him all over again. She loved feeling him bite her, even not being fed from. The pinpricks from his teeth, the marks they left. She loved being owned by him. She’d been scared when he had originally brought up the proposition, but couldn’t imagine herself anywhere else. 

Y/N knew going to a club known for being a vampire hang out, aka a blood bank, was risky. Some could say she was having a quarter life crisis, some could say she was going through it, but she was tired of sticking to the books and her bed. She’d rarely been one to take a risk, more apt to listening to a raunchy audiobook as she cleaned up from baking her cinnamon rolls to take to work as a treat for her coworkers the next day. Showing up somewhere that had you sign a waiver to get inside to let you know you were responsible for your own safety if you left the premises had been chilling, but she knew that she had to take a shot.

“No.” She whispered, eyes closing as the taller vampire pulled her closer against his body. The frosty tip of his nose ghosted the side of her cheek making her breath catch in her throat, the large hand resting on her hips keeping her pulled up against him as they moved to the music. Harry had zeroed in on her as soon as she walked inside. Most people had been watching, the obvious uptick in her pulse showing her excitement or nerves and the brand new scent intriguing most of them. It was always fun to see a newbie, but this one in particular had his fangs growing without his permission.

Her scent was divine, decadent, every delicious word. Sweet. So, so sweet, like cinnamon and vanilla and a bit of ginger. It wasn’t the artificial type that came with human made perfumes, the kind that made a sticky coating in the back of his throat that he despised. No, she smelled like homemade, fresh sweets. He’d always been known to have a sweet tooth. He’d wasted little time in approaching, not bothering to go with the usual hunt of the prey tactic. It was obvious Y/N was a rare one with that sort of potent, perfect scent, and Harry was selfish. He’d never claim otherwise.

She had been easy to charm once he soothed her worries, explaining how it worked. How people enjoyed the feeling of the venom, like a high. How it was intimate and hot and that’s why there were private areas for bites and the after activities. Harry usually liked that, less of a problem, but tonight? Harry was thinking about getting his food to go.

“Well… Will you let me, sweetness?” He purred, inhaling her scent as his nose dipped into the curve of her jaw. A groan from him vibrated against her back, his words smooth and sultry as he continued. “Let me take you home where I can ravish you. I can smell how wet you’ve been getting for me. I can hear your excitement. The blood is rushing through your veins, your heart is pumping… All for me.” His grip tightened, his length pressing into her ass as she submitted to his movements.

He was thick, impossibly hard and bigger than she had expected. The rumors were true, then. Vampires were more well endowed than humans.. Y/N hadn’t known if she would prove that as a myth tonight, but the thumping between her thighs was making the choice for her.

“A-Are you going to bite me when you’re inside me?” The thought was spilled without her permission, thinking out loud as his lips pressed against her jaw. There was a pause before a soft pained noise left his throat, rubbing himself against the thin material of her dress.

“Yes. I want to taste it. I know you’ll be even sweeter when you’re cumming around my cock.” He breathed. “I’ll give it to you for as long as you can take it, sweet little thing. Have t’make sure you’ll come back to see me, don’t we?” His lips moved further south, her body stiffening momentarily before melting into him once she felt them brush over a specific spot. The vampire could feel her pulse, each woosh of her blood moving in the artery. Such a strong beat, his balls heavy with his arousal as she tilted to the side for him. She was a natural, something not many people were.

With her scent and her body reacting so positively to him, it did make him wonder how she couldn’t have found her way sooner. There was no way she wasn’t fated for a vampire, but he wasn’t going to think much more on it. He was worked up and hungry. For her body and her blood.

He knew he had to leave someday. He knew that this warm bundle of sweet, soft human would begin to age and question why he didn’t. The longer they spent together, the easier to spot his quirks. The closer they got, the more she would notice, the more that she would begin to bond to him. The sips he took from her were enough to sustain him, but for how long? How long could he go without a proper feed?

He knew his intentions were selfish. He had never had a problem being a selfish creature for all two hundred and forty years that his feet had been walking around the earth, and yet.. A silly, simply little human had tilted his world on its axis. Her soft breathing puffing against his neck making him bound to the moment, her fists curled around his shirt as her leg was tangled in his own. Trusting him, this monster of a creature, with her safety. Her body. Her blood. Something in her told her to go against instinct, if she even had any, and hand herself over to the very thing she should be running away from. 

The mere thought of her running away from him in terror ripped him apart. 

He had been biding his time for a while, and knew that he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye. His own throat welled up in a lump at the idea of her hating him for all her life once he left her, leaving a note explaining that their time had been fun but he had to move on or move for a business trip. He’d have to make her hate him, because this tenacious little human would scour the earth to find him. 

Her fiery ways despite her soft demeanor always brought a smile to his face. When she was determined to have something, to see something, she would do it. Sometimes she unknowingly put herself in danger and he had to wonder how she had managed to get on without him before- and it twinged his stomach. How would she get on without him?

His thoughts always turned to her deserving better. If she wanted children, the picket fence, the dogs, the familial dream that everyone spoke about. He could never provide that. The most he could do was be a decent partner, at least trying his very best now despite their undefined relationship. It was clear there was love between them.

Just how much, though, Harry kept under wraps. 

How could he let her know that he counted her breaths when she slept? How he hurt every time he thought about having to move from this place and exist without her? How she had become such a staple in his daily life, that he couldn’t go to the store without thinking about what she would like or scoff at. She had somehow, some way, engrained herself in his very being without his permission. Oddly enough? He felt okay with it. 

He’s had entanglements with humans before. He drank from them when they were in the midst of orgasm, taking what he could without harming, and moved on before the sun rose to try and find someone else. Being a creature like him, sex and blood were the mainstays of the life he was unliving. Y/N had been a one nighter that he couldn’t drag himself away from. They’d met unconventionally, something off his normal routine and had taken him off guard. Somehow it had turned into this. 

Cradling her warm body to his own, the thick blankets on his bed covering them up as he ran his fingers over her back. The city noises and her breathing were a background for the steady heartbeat, only wobbling when he shifted and she clung back to him. His own personal slice of heaven, having her seek him out when he was living in a monotonous hell. Every day had been so black and white before his little human had shattered the glass and threw color on every surface. 

She would always be his favorite memory, his biggest love, and his hardest regret.