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lolly-in-a-strange-land · 1 year ago

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A;N: please enjoy this one shot for meet me at midnight. It’s not canon and features Daisy as herself, and Josh as a vampire. This was definitely inspired by @allmoshnobrain and their amazing bonded by blood fic so go read that too.

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The Starbucks was full of people, but not the one person I had wanted to see. I had set my sketchbook down, finishing up a drawing of my iced coffee. It wasn’t the most exciting subject matter, but I had been sitting here for an hour, and I needed something easy to draw.

My goal, albeit a stupid and glaringly pointless one, had been to see if the guy I’d seen last week would show up again. Admittedly, I’d succeeded in humiliating myself last week when our eyes had met across the crowded Starbucks. I’d been in line and had looked around, searching for a subject. He’d been on a date and he’d looked away, eyes locking with mine.

His eyes had stolen the air from my lungs. They had been a deep, mesmeric blue; almost the color of the sky on a stormy day with sharp silvery undertones. Those eyes had traveled down my body and snapped back to my face. I’d picked the stellar moment to drop my backpack when the girl behind the counter attracted my attention.

I’d scrambled to pick it up and when our eyes met again, his gaze had been playful and he’d been smirking at me. It was a look that made every nerve ending in my body sizzle, but it could have been that he found it pathetic that I’d been staring at him like a lovestruck moron.

I’d ordered my drink and risked another glance. His date was still talking, but his eyes were still on me. He’d leaned his head back to observe me. She, his date, had reached across and jabbed his arm with her hand, saying something to him in a furious whisper. I guessed that was a fair thing to do. They were probably a couple and I’d feel pretty distraught if my boyfriend stared so blatantly at another girl.

I’d sat in the corner, sketching and feeling both guilty and dejected. When I looked up again, they’d gone and I couldn’t help, but feel a little sad, especially considering the fact that I’d drawn him and wanted to give him the sketch. From my angle, I’d caught his side profile.

I’d analyzed the sketch; from the side his jawline was sharp and his nose was aquiline. He’d been looking at his date then and my gaze went to his eyes. They had a slight downward tilt to them, giving him a look of perpetual boredom. All those beautiful features were surrounded by hair so thick and curly, and I’d never seen hair like it.

I’d bought the sketch with me today, tucked inside my sketchbook with a note, but he hadn’t shown up. I’d been coming back to Starbucks for the past week and he hadn’t shown up again.

It was definitely time to give up. He wouldn’t be back and we’d likely never see each otheragain. I’d never know his name and he’d never know mine. Sighing, I finished my iced coffee and walked to work.

I’d been working at IHOP for a couple of years in order to fund my college degree. I walked through the streets, looking at all the posters littering the brick walls. ‘Be safe, travel together.’

A few years ago, vampire attacks started to become something of a reality. Initially, there’d been a curfew and then a treatment. If you got the treatment in time, you wouldn’t become one of the undead.

Attacks still happened, but the fatality rate went down and the vampires hid themselves amongst our society, coming out at night to feed and lure in people desperate enough for eternal life. I got to work, greeting Marie and Desiree as I walked by. Desiree followed me, grinning broadly.

“So, spill it,” She said when we got to the staffroom. “Did he show? And did you sail off into the sunset?”

“No, he didn’t show up,” I said. “I have the sketch and the note for him, but maybe I should just throw it away.”

“Dais, don’t throw it away,” Desiree insisted, folding her arms. “Try tomorrow. It’s the weekend, spend the whole fuckin’ day there.”

“If only,” I laughed. “I have an essay due and I need to organize which sketches I’m using for a final piece, and I need to clean my dorm room.”

“Girl, please,” She sighed. “Come outta your room a little. Have a movie marathon with me on Saturday night.”

“We’ll see,” I said, and she pouted. “I also need to run to the store and get the copic markers I ordered.”

“What an action packed life you do lead, Dais.” Desiree said, smirking.

“Plus isn’t Theo with you on Saturday?” I said, and she looked sheepish. “I don’t want to interrupt you guy’s date night.”

“Girl, c’mon.” She whined.

“I may make an appearance to steal some of your popcorn,” I smiled, and she finally grinned. “As long as it’s not salted.”

“Girl, butter all the way.” She said.

I dug into my backpack, removing my black apron and tying it around my waist. Desiree grabbed my nametag and swiped it down the machine for me, handing it to me. I took it, pinning it to my uniform and followed her to the busy restaurant.

The rest of the shift passed by in a blur of customers. At half ten, Marie flipped the sign to closed and locked the door. Desiree seated herself on a stool whilst Marie counted the money in the register. I was still mopping near the door. The skin on my neck prickled and I got that sense that I was being watched, that eyes were on me.

I stopped mopping and glanced outside. The streetlights were on and showered the sidewalk in dull, yellow light. I approached the booth near me, climbing in and staring out into the night. That feeling of being watched was still there, but I couldn’t see anyone out there. A chill passed down my spine. I glanced at the alleyway across from us and narrowed my eyes, trying to see into the inky darkness.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I yelped, turning to find Desiree behind me, smirking. I looked around at the alley again and the feeling had vanished.

“What’s with you, girl?” She asked.

“I-i dunno,” I admitted. “B-but it felt like I was being watched.”

“Probably a vamp,” Desiree shrugged then. “Eternal life must be borin’, they probably watch our lives like some kinda soap opera.”

“I-i guess.” I said, and shuffled out the booth.

Marie, Edna and Marcus the cook were waiting for us. We exited through the back entrance and Marie set the alarms and locked the door. Marcus and Edna went to his truck and they left.

Marie drove myself and Desiree back to our dorm. She parked outside and turned in the driver’s seat to regard us.

“Desi, I’ll see you bright and not-late tomorrow afternoon,” She said, and smirked when Desiree scoffed. “And Daisy, I’ll see you on Monday evening.”

“I make no promises about my lateness, or lack thereof.” Desiree said, and she giggled.

I opened the truck door and we both climbed out into the chill air. Marie drove away once the door was shut and Desiree and I walked across the darkened quad past the fountain. Eyes were on me again and I looked over my shoulder.

“Babes, if you’re freaked out, we could phone the cops,” Desiree said, and I looked at her. “Ain’t sayin’ they’ll do shit but it might put your mind at ease.”

“No, it’s stupid,” I said. “It’s probably just my imagination.”

“My grannie said it could be that ghosts are watchin’ you.” Desiree laughed.

We mounted the concrete steps and she swiped her key fob, pushing the door open. She went into her room, hugging me good night. I unlocked my dorm and walked in, shutting and locking the door again. I dropped my backpack by the bed and sat down. My eyes went to the window and I leaned over and drew the curtains. That helped a little.

Reaching down, I picked up my backpack and grabbed my sketchbook, opening it and picking up the sketch I’d done of mystery guy. I sighed and set the folded up portrait along with the note on my bedside table. I’d decide what to do with it in the morning.

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The next morning, I did promise myself I’d throw both the note and portrait away, but I couldn’t bring myself to so there they stayed. I spent my morning tidying my dorm like the neat freak I was, then I completed the essay.

At half twelve I rewarded myself with a McDonalds. I sat with my portfolio on the floor, eating warm fries and selecting the pieces for a final piece. Once I’d finished eating and sorted out all of that, I emailed the essay to my Art History tutor, David. I had a shower in the dorm bathrooms and traipsed back to my room.

I could have joined Desiree and Theo in the main lounge for their movie night with the other couples, but I felt like a third wheel, and I didn’t want to ruin their fun. Besides, Taylor would be there and she often enjoyed asking me intrusive questions. Daisy, why haven’t you kissed anyone yet? Aw, is it because you’re too boring? I bet you haven’t even held hands with anyone.

For her information, I had held hands with someone. Admittedly, it was Jared in fourth grade and he ditched me for the foreign exchange student.

I’d spent most of my Saturday being boring. I tied my blonde curls into a ponytail and dressed in my ugliest sweater and jeans. It was almost Halloween and as I left my dorm room, pumpkin decorations adorned the walls alongside posters for House of Horrors nights and themed movie nights.

It was approaching dusk as I left the campus, making the short walk to the art store nearby. I’d make it to the store and make it back in time, I hoped. Vampires usually started appearing around dusk, but mostly they stuck to night time. I got to the store ten minutes later, greeting Allan, the owner.

“Daisy, with minutes to spare.” He laughed.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said. “I got so busy. It’s just the markers, thank you.”

“Of course, lovely,” He said, and grabbed them off the shelf behind him. I paid and he slipped them into a paper bag, handing it to me. His eyes flicked to the street behind me, “Did you need a lift home, Daisy. It’s getting dark earlier and earlier.”

“No, it’s only a ten minute walk.” I replied, smiling.

That weird feeling of being watched was gone. I realized it was a fluke and that I was definitely too boring to watch. I thanked Allan and left the store as the streetlights came on. I walked as quickly as I could, turning onto the same block as the dorms when I noticed a couple of figures walking towards me.

They may have been human, but even from here, I could see they were deathly pale. They were dressed like it was the 18th century and they spotted me before I could flee.

“You lost, beautiful?” One of them asked, and I backed up.

“We could guide you home.” The other grinned, showing off those sharp canines.

I didn’t want to interact with them, especially given how dangerous vampires were. My heart rate picked up and I was sure they could smell the fear coming off me in waves. I backed up again, hoping my legs would work so I could run. Before I could sprint away, the first moved, grabbing me and dragging me into an alleyway.

I squealed and struggled, dropping the copic markers. They were cackling like hyenas and my adrenaline levels spiked as I tried to escape. I didn’t want this to be how I died. I didn’t want to be turned into a vampire. I was slammed into the damp alleyway wall, and the air escaped my lungs in a sob.

“You’re a pretty, little thing, aren’t you?” The vampire grinned.

“P-please, don’t.” I begged.

What was I pleading with? Vampires lacked any kind of humanity. Once they were turned, that was it. The human side of them was gone, replaced with something wholly unnatural. The vampire laughed at my pointless begging. He turned to his comrade, who was gone.

“‘Ey Damien, I love it when they plead.” He cackled, and waited. The only sound in that alleyway was my sharp breaths, punctuated by sobs. “Damien, you fuck. Where are you?”

Had his friend left? I was still going to be killed so the fact that his friend had ditched him, didn’t really help me. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to watch. It was completely cowardly, but I was terrified. Hands grabbed me, yanking me back and I opened my eyes. The vampire had backed up a little and was glaring at the person holding me.

“A newborn.” The vampire snapped. “I saw that human first.”

Newborn vampires were the ones just turned. They were usually the most bloodthirsty and dangerous, although that wasn’t an apt comparison given just how dangerous vampires were.

“No, you didn’t,” A voice, baritone, with a heavy Brooklyn accent. “This one is mine.”

Yeah, this wasn’t the ideal position to be in. I wondered who would get to devour me first. I took a shaky breath. I, at least, needed to see my ‘savior’ so I tilted my head back. My eyes widened.

Mystery guy was behind me. His sharp silvery blue eyes were locked on the other vampire, gaze set in a dangerous glare. One of his arms was wrapped around me and if this had been last week, I would have jumped for joy.

“Fuck it, fine,” The other vampire sneered. “The bitch is yours. Have fun dyin’ human.”

The vampire left the alleyway and I realized I’d gone from one dangerous situation to another.

My eyes went from the entrance to the alleyway and up to the vampire holding me.

“Hi, mystery girl,” He said, and my mind short circuited. “Aren’t you a little too smart to be wanderin’ around this close to dusk, little mouse?”

Evidently, I wasn’t and my brain chose this moment to drop out of my ear. He was even more beautiful up close. Those intense eyes were locked on me and he smirked, quirking his lip slightly to reveal a hint of fang. And why did I suddenly blush?

“You…you’re a vampire?” I said, pulling away from him and putting space between us.

“Yeah, that’s a recent development,” He said, stepping one step towards me. “My ex bit me. I mean, she wasn’t a vampire when we were together initially.”

“O-oh.” I said, softly.

The thought of him being around another girl made me irrationally and unfairly jealous because who was I to have those sorts of feelings? We’d locked eyes in a Starbucks. I should thank him and leave. Little was known about vampire relationships, apparently they had mates and stuck with them for a while so that answered the question of whether he’d be interested in me.

“T-thank you for saving me,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. “T-this answers the question of why you didn’t come back to Starbucks.”

“Did you go there and wait for me?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, I did,” I said. “It sounds stupid, I guess. You were with your girlfriend.”

“That wasn’t my girlfriend,” He said, smirking. “She was a blind date set up by my friend, Peter.”

“O-oh,” I said. “Well, your ex turned you so I guess you’ll be going back to her.”

“Wrong again, little mouse,” He said, and he stepped closer again. “I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you. Took me a while to find you, though.”

The implications behind that set in. He’d been the one watching me. I blinked rapidly, too stunned to speak and that same teasing smirk appeared on his face. Technically, humans could have relationships with vampires if both parties wanted. It wasn’t frowned upon, apart from by religious groups, but most people accepted it as something that would happen.

Did I still like him even though he was essentially something wholly dangerous and not human?

Yes, of course I did. I was aware that my emotions played out on my face and he tilted his head, observing me. What would Desiree do? Invite him into the dorm? Was that a bad idea?

“My name’s Daisy Rose Parker.” I said, giving the vampire my full government name.

“Josh Silver.” He replied, and he stepped closer again.

If I ran now, would he chase me? And how quickly would he be able to catch me? Vampires were fast, inhumanly so. A thrill went down my spine. I avoided his eyes, staring at my sneakers.

“Y-you could come to my dorm with me? If you wanted,” I said, then added. “Y-you don’t have to.”

“Invitin’ me in so soon, Daisy?” Josh said, and my face went red.

“I-i don’t mind that you’re a vampire,” I said. “There are worse things to be.”

“Worse than bein’ a vampire, little mouse?” He asked.

“Yeah, you could be the person that takes the last pink glazed donut from the box.” I said, and I peeked at him. He exhaled a laugh at that and I felt a prickle of delight that I’d managed to make him laugh.

“Lead the way then.” He said.

I back stepped and he smirked again, walking towards me. Walking backwards felt like stupid idea because it was stupid idea.

“I’m not gonna attack you, Daisy,” He said, sighing. “I have no intention of hurtin’ you.”

“J-just making sure.” I said, and turned, heading out the alleyway.

We walked side by side down the street. Me, internally panicking; him, completely calm, hands jammed into the pockets of his green jacket. What the heck was I thinking? I glanced at him. He was staring at some vampires across the street, glaring at them. They slunk back into a nearby alleyway. I could run now, but a part of me didn’t want to.

My staring was cut short when he noticed me looking. I looked away, pretending to be amazed by a nearby wall. My cheeks burned and I felt like an idiot. The quad was dark and a few people hung around in groups, smoking and talking. We climbed the steps and I scanned my fob, pushing the door open. I glanced around at my vampire companion.

“H-how do I do this?” I asked.

“You invite me in, Daisy.” Josh replied.

“Ok, I-i formally invite you inside,” I said. “I-inside this dorm here.”

“Very eloquently put, little mouse.” He said, and climbed the steps, walking past me.

His scent invaded my senses; tobacco, weed and something that smelled like dead leaves. I followed him, taking the lead again and unlocking my dorm door. I pushed open the door and he followed me inside. The door shut and we were alone. I was alone with a vampire because I really liked said vampire. How many people were as moronic as me?

“M-make yourself at home.” I said.

He looked around, sharp blue eyes scanning the room. He walked towards my wall of art, pieces that I’d pinned to the wall, things that I was proud of. I stepped next to him.

“I-i drew these.” I said.

“I figured.” He said, and I blushed, feeling like an idiot. “You’re really talented, Daisy.”

“T-thank you,” I said. “D-did you want a drink?”

“A drink.” He said, and his eyes left the art, landing on me.

Josh’s gaze went to my neck and a fresh wave of shivers went through me. He was staring at me like he wanted to devour me.

“Y-yeah, wait here,” I said. “I-i need a drink.”

I rushed out the room and power walked to the main lounge, opening the fridge and grabbing a Pepsi.

“Hey, Daisy,” Taylor said, leaning over the couch. “Having a break from being boring.”

I rushed back to my room. Why did she have to be so awful to me? I opened the door. Josh was seated on my bed and my blood pressure skyrocketed. He’d picked up the note and sketch from my bedside table. Those intense eyes lifted and he pinned me with a coy look.

“You drew me, little mouse.” He said.

“Y-yep, sorry.” I said.

“I’m not pissed off,” He said, chuckling. “The note is cute. In answer to your question in said note, yeah I’d like to go for a coffee with you sometime.”

“Y-you would?” I squeaked out.

“I wouldn’t agree to it if I didn’t want to, Daisy.” He said.

I set the can of drink on my desk. I wanted to get a little closer to him. He set the note down on my bedside table. I was about to take another step closer when he leaned his head against his hand. A low growl left him and I felt panic rise in me. Yeah, this was a bad idea.

“J-josh, are you ok?” I asked, still wanting to help him.

“I need to feed,” He said, and I could hear my heart in my ears. “I should go.”

“Y-you could…um…f-feed on me.” I said, and his gaze lifted.

“I want to, Daisy,” He said, and his gaze darkened, pupils blown wide as he stared at me. “Fuck, I really want to.”

“I-it’s fine,” I said, stepping closer. “Just be gentle.”

“Do not get any closer, Daisy,” He said, and I paused. “I can smell you and I want it so badly.”

“I-it’s fine, honestly,” I insisted, and I stepped closer again. He was still watching me, eyes on my neck. “I-i just want to help.”

He growled again, a low sound that made my skin prickle with heat. He watched me for any signs of resistance. I stepped closer again and he reached for me, pulling me fully into his personal space. I trembled when his fingers grazed the juncture where my shoulder and neckmet. His other hand pressed against my lower back then moved around to grip my waist. His hand was huge with long, elegant fingers. His lips brushed against my neck and I gasped at the shock of it. He kissed my shoulder, pressing kisses up towards my neck, lingering against the spot under my ear. My breathing stuttered out in another gasp. He hummed against my skin, seemingly enjoying touching me.

“Smell so good, little mouse,” He murmured, tugging my earlobe with his teeth, making me gasp again. “Bet you taste just as sweet.”

“J-josh.” I whispered, whimpering pathetically when he bit me gently.

He didn’t break the skin yet, just nipped at my skin teasingly. I tilted my head, allowing him access. He moved the neckline of my sweater and then he bit me properly. A ragged gasp left my parted lips as he fed from me. My eyes rolled back and I lifted my hands, clinging to him. He groaned, pulling back eventually. I lifted my eyes and my face went red again.

His lips were slightly redder where he’d been feeding and a trail of blood ran from the corner of his mouth down his chin. His eyes met mine again, that same hungry look in his eyes. The hand near my neck lifted and gripped the back of my neck. Was he going to kiss me? His eyes went to my lips and that same teasing smirk appeared.

And then his lips were on mine. And I didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t kissed anyone yet and I panicked. When I didn’t respond, he pulled back, pinning me with that hungry look.

“Not gonna kiss back, Daisy.” Josh said.

“This is totally humiliating and you can laugh if you want, but I’d like it if you maybe didn’t,” I rambled. “I’ve not kissed anyone before and all the tutorials I’ve read online don’t really explain it very well…”

Josh’s hand moved, thumb pressing to my lips, stopping me mid ramble. He smirked again when I blushed again.

“Shush, little mouse,” He murmured. “Calm blue ocean. Just copy what I do.”

“Understood.” I said when his thumb left my lips.

He leaned in again, pressing his lips to mine. His lips moved languidly and I copied him, returning the kiss. We pulled apart and I stepped back a little when he unzipped his jacket, removing it and tossing it to the end of the bed. His arms were covered in tattoos, beautiful dashes of color against his pale skin.

“Starin’ at me, Daisy.” He said, and my eyes lifted.

“I like your tattoos.” I said, leaning a little, trying to take in all the different tattoos. He had a red flower on one side of his neck and Chinese writing on the other side. “What does the Chinese writing mean?”

“Death, little mouse.” He said.

“Oh, how cheerful.” I giggled.

“Yeah, I’m known for bein’ cheerful.” He said.

“Really?” I asked, and he laughed.

“No, never.” He said.

I smiled and our eyes met again. He leaned closer, lips lingering on mine, then he was kissing me again. I responded, returning the passion. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth. I held onto him, whining into the kiss. He was a good kisser and I wanted to stay like this forever, but for me, air was a necessity. I pulled back first. His hand lifted from my waist, gripping my wrist, pressing kisses to the skin. My skin prickled with warmth. He was watching my reactions.

“Feels nice.” I whispered.

“Yeah, your skin is so soft, Daisy,” He murmured. “Not to sound arrogant, but can definitely tell you like me touchin’ you.”

“R-really? How?” I asked.

“I can smell you,” He replied, and his eyes met mine. “I can keep goin’ if you want.”

“I-i mean…I would like to,” I replied. “You don’t have to feel obligated to touch me. I’m kind of boring.”

“You’re not boring,” He replied. “And I would like to touch you, don’t fuckin’ doubt that.”

“G-go slow, maybe,” I suggested, trying and failing to look him in the eyes. “I-i’ve never….”

“We have all night, little mouse,” He said. “We can do whatever you want to do. If you want me to fuck you then I can, if you want to do somethin’ else, we can. I won’t do anythin’ without your consent.”

“Then I give my consent,” I said, feeling awkward. “P-please touch me.”

He smirked again, revealing one of those sharp fangs. And then he was kissing me again, moving his lips against my own and I responded. His hand pressed against my back, prompting me closer. I straddled him, clinging to him. I’d never been in such an intimate position before. I whimpered into the kiss, enjoying it. Our lips parted, but we stayed close. His lips found my neck, kissing the wound where he’d fed from me.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” He growled.

I giggled because I really wanted to deflect the compliment, but it sounded like he genuinely thought I was beautiful. He moved me easily until we were on the bed. He braced himself on his arm so he was hovering above me. Our lips met again in another passionate kiss. My hand found his hair and I could barely contain the joy. I had thought about touching his hair since the moment I’d first seen him. We pulled apart again and our eyes met.

“Hi.” I said.

He smirked at that, like my awkwardness was amusing. He sat back and I thought maybe I’d upset him. He beckoned me forward so I sat up. His hands gripped the hem of my sweater, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I felt the urge to hide from that intense look in his eyes. He gripped his own t-shirt, removing it and tossing it on top of my sweater.

The tattoos weren’t isolated to his arms. He had a yokai tattoo on his chest, just under his clavicle. The letters ‘FTW’ were tattooed above his bellybutton. He was so skinny. His waist was narrow, tapering down into elegant hips. My eyes flicked up to meet his.

“It’s ok to look, Daisy,” He said, and I nodded. “I want you to look.”

He was on me again, lips finding my own in a bruising kiss. He didn’t hold back this time and I didn’t want him to. His lips left mine, moving down my neck towards my collarbone, pressing kisses to it. His left arm slid under my waist, arching my back close so he could get to my breasts. I felt his fingers brush against my bra cups, lowering one of them.

“J-josh.” I whimpered, and his eyes lifted, finding my own. “S-sorry they’re small.”

“Daisy,” He murmured, and I smiled. “Don’t worry so much.”

“B-but they are small,” I insisted. “And Taylor says..”

“Who the fuck is Taylor?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

“A girl in my dorm,” I said. “She makes fun of me a lot. I dunno why.”

“Forget what she said,” He replied, and my eyes met his. “I’m tellin’ you that I like what I see.”

He shifted, grinding his hips against me, letting me feel him. My brain stalled when I felt something very hard press against me. His lips moved down and a sharp moan left my lips when his tongue teased around my nipple. When I offered no resistance, his arm around me pulled me closer. And he sucked at my nipple, drawing more cries from me. His other hand lifted, pulling my other bra cup down. His fingers found my nipple and he pinched it between his thumb and index finger. Pleasure surged through me. My back arched even more into the touch.

“J-josh…ah.” I gasped.

His tongue flicked my nipple, swirling around it. My hips moved, pressing against him, seeking friction. He returned my clumsy movements. Josh’s lips left my breast, lips lingering against my skin.

“Like that, Daisy?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, so much.” I replied.

“Can tell by your little moans,” He murmured, intense gaze on me. “Taste so good, little mouse.”

He leaned down again and flicked the nipple with his tongue again. My head tipped back and a sharp moan left my lips. When my back arched again, I felt him undo the clasp on my bra. He pulled back, removing it and throwing it across the room, then latching back onto my breast. A shudder went through me. He kissed down my breast and his fangs scraped against my skin.

“J-josh.” I whispered.

“Need to taste you, Daisy.” He growled.

I nodded and gasped again when he bit into the skin on my breast, feeding on me. My eyes rolled back as I surrendered myself to it. It felt really good when he fed on me, almost euphoric.

Josh’s mouth withdrew from my breast and he kissed me again, tongue pushing into my mouth, letting me taste my own blood.

I made a little sound of pleasure and the kiss deepened. We pulled apart, but he stayed inches from me, watching every emotion play out across my face. I wondered if being a vampire had heightened his perceptions. He shifted to sit back on his knees, and I felt the absence as he moved.

He started undoing the fly on my jeans, then started pulling them off. I assisted by raising my hips, and my jeans and socks were thrown across the room. The bed shifted when he lay down next to me. I yelped when Josh’s hand gripped my hip and he moved me so my back was pressed against his chest.

I looked down and a shiver went through me seeing his hand on my hip. He brushed the ends of his fingers along the skin of my stomach, making me tremble again. His hands were like ice and the contrast between my warmth and his cold was startling. His fingers continued tracing down my stomach, dipping past the band of my panties.

I could feel the cascade of nerves alongside the anticipation. No one had ever touched me down there so once his fingers teased along my bikini line, I tensed up, squeezing my thighs together. Josh noticed and his fingers withdrew a little.

“Talk to me, Daisy.” He said, and I took a shaky breath.

“N-never been touched down there before,” I whispered, voice breaking a little. “Scared it’ll hurt.”

“I promise you that it won’t hurt,” He replied. “Promise you’ll really enjoy it.”

“Arrogant.” I giggled.

“Yeah, because I’m pretty certain you’ll love everythin’ I do with you, Daisy.” Josh replied.

I took a shaky exhale, untensing my legs and allowing his hand to slide down, fingers dipping into me, finding me soaked. A shockwave of pleasure went through me when he started moving his fingers within me. He wasn’t lying when he said it would feel good, it felt really good. I parted my thighs a little more, gasping when his fingers pressed deeper.

“That’s it, good girl.” Josh murmured, and his lips found my shoulder, kissing the skin.

My head tilted, giving him more access. His left arm moved, sliding under me so he could grip my throat with his hand. I gulped and he pressed a little harder. His fingers were still moving within me, pressing against something in me that desperately craved friction.

“J-just there.” I whined.

“Yeah, right here.” He said, angling his fingers again and hitting that spot within me.

A moan left my lips and my hips bucked against his hand. I felt him smirk against my neck.

Something was building in my lower stomach and it felt so intense. My moans were coming out as desperate squeals. I lifted my arm, draping it over his shoulder. Just as I was approaching the release of that intense feeling, he stopped, fingers slipping out of me.

“N-no,” I whined, forgetting that he was a vampire for a nanosecond, and looking at him. “Y-you stopped. So mean.”

I bumped my wrist against his neck, like that would encourage him to continue. I saw the flash of annoyance in his eyes and the hand on my throat moved around, gripping my wrist whilst his arm pressed against my throat again. His eyes met mine, sharp and dangerous.

“You keep doin’ that and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for a week, understand,” He growled, and I nodded. “I’m in charge, Daisy. You cum when I say so, understand.”

I nodded again and that teasing smirk appeared again. He shifted his arm, letting go of my wrist and holding my throat again. The hand in my panties moved down again and his fingers buried themselves in me again. I whimpered, taking a shaky breath and letting out a moan when he started moving his fingers again. I went to look away, but the hand on my throat kept me still.

He was watching my face, clearly enjoying seeing the pleasure as it passed over my face. His name left my lips on a breathy whine. I was beyond incoherent and desperate for release, but he seemed to be having fun teasing me. Just as I was approaching something tangible again, he stopped. I lifted my eyes to meet his, trying to implore him to continue.

“So needy.” He smirked, and my insides clenched.

“P-please.” I begged him.

“So responsive.” He said.

The hand on my throat angled my neck slightly and he started sucking a love bite onto my skin.

Josh’s fingers sank back inside, slightly rougher this time, thrusting into me and making me cry out. Liquid pleasure scorched through my veins and my moans pitched higher and my back arched. I’d never anticipated being touched like this would feel so good, but it did. And I didn’t want him to stop. I really hoped he didn’t.

“Like that, little mouse?” Josh said, and I nodded. Talking wasn’t something my brain could do right now.

“J-josh.” I gasped out his name.

He stopped again just as I was reaching that point of no return. I thought about protesting, but decided against it. My eyes met his again. He was watching me, eyes dark and hungry. I was sucking in lungfuls of air and my head felt like it was reeling. Josh shifted back and I felt the loss. He moved me again, making me lay on my back. I watched him move down the bed, eyes still locked on me.

“Raise your hips,” He said, and I did so, allowing him to remove my panties. “Good girl.”

He threw them over his shoulder to join the other discarded clothing. I felt very vulnerable given that he still had his jeans on. His hands gripped my thighs, parting my legs and he tilted hishead to get a good look at me. Did I look weird? The thought had never really crossed my mind, but being in this situation made that question dance through my mind on a loop. His hair grazed the bedding and tickled my thigh. What was he thinking? His tongue grazed his lips and I realized that he was definitely staring at me like he was going to devour me. The suspense was getting to me.

His eyes flicked back to my face and he lowered himself slowly so he was eye level with my core.

“P-please.” I pleaded.

“Shush, little mouse,” He murmured. “Patience is a virtue.”

His breath fanned my core and a gasp left my lips when he leaned in closer, dragging his tongue down my folds in a flat swipe. When I offered no resistance, he buried his face between my thighs, tongue thrusting into me. A sharp moan left my lips, echoing around my dorm room as he ate at me. It felt like I couldn’t breathe so I sucked in more air.

It really felt like he was devouring me and my back arched, rolling my hips against his mouth.

His name left my lips between squeals. Josh was still watching me, seemingly enjoying my reactions. My hips bucked again when his tongue pressed against something that made stars dance in front of my eyes. To remedy my constant thrashing around, he held my hips down and I was forced to take what he was willing to give me.

He thrust his tongue back in me and my head lolled back, more sobs leaving my lips. I was babbling pleas for him to let me release, but everytime I got close, he’d stop. He applied pressure to that bundle of nerves again, making me cry out. I was getting frustrated by this point and reached down to try and secure him. Apparently this wasn’t something I was supposed to do.

Josh pulled away from me and his hands left my hips and he was on me, pressing me into the bedding, pinning my arms above my head by my wrists. We were eye to eye and he smirked when I struggled against him.

“What did I say, Daisy?” Josh said, and I looked at him.

“N-not to..” I whispered.

“I said that you take what I give you,” He said, and I nodded. “Can’t have you grabbin’ at my hair, little mouse.”

I nodded again and he tilted his head again, analyzing me in a way that both unnerved me and sent little thrills through me. He looked away, noticing my bathrobe hanging on the headboard.

He kept my body pinned, grabbing the sash off it and using it to tie my wrists together. I was now his prisoner. And I realized that a second later I probably should have. Josh’s eyes met mine again.

“My little prisoner.” He teased, quirking his lip to reveal a slither of fang.

He pressed kisses to my neck, then moved down my body, kissing and biting my skin. I gasped when his lips found my core again, tongue thrusting back into me. My breathing deepened and I exhaled a moan. Something about being at his mercy served to make the heat between my thighs an inferno. He kept teasing me, keeping me on the edge of something tangible then pulling back.

All I could do was lay there, trembling and begging him to let me release. He moved up the bed again, holding the back of my neck so I’d look at him. His lips were damp with my juices and he leaned towards me, kissing me passionately, allowing me to taste myself. We pulled apart and he moved away from me.

I watched him stand up and unzip the fly on his jeans. The jeans and his socks joined the ever growing pile of clothes. He had long legs, covered in mousey brown hair. I had never stared so blatantly at someone before. His eyes flicked back to me and I blushed. And he was on the bed again, smirking at me.

“Caught you eyefuckin’ me, Daisy.” He teased.

“S-sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t need to be sorry,” He said. “Like the way you look at me, and the way you blush so fuckin’ easily.”

He reached for me, pulling me like a ragdoll. My tied wrists settled in front of my body. Josh was sitting cross legged and he moved me to straddle him.

“U-untie me?” I asked, and he sighed.

“And do you think you deserve to be untied, Daisy?” Josh said, and I took a shaky breath.

I was about to reply when he started kissing my neck, gently nipping the skin. I whined and wriggled against him. His hands gripped my waist, then moved down, settling on my hips.

“Y-yes.” I finally managed to speak.

“And what will you do to prove to me you deserve to be untied, little mouse?” Josh said, and I gasped when he sucked a love bite onto my shoulder.

“A-anything.” I moaned softly.

“Anything.” He teased, and I nodded.

“J-josh.” I whined.

He gave my shoulder one last kiss, lingering there. I peeked at him and he bridged the gap between us, pressing a kiss to my lips. He was unpredictable, apparently. I let out a startled yelp when he moved, lying down on the bed. I shifted off him when he motioned for me to move. My eyes widened when he lowered his boxers, discarding them.

All the anatomy books in the world hadn’t prepared me for seeing him. He was fully erect, long, and the base was surrounded by wiry, brown hair. My eyes flicked away and he noticed, clearly finding my reaction amusing.

“C’mere, Daisy.” He murmured, and I shifted closer.

He used one hand to grip the base and the other to grasp my hair, using my ponytail to maneuver me. I struggled a little, panicked by the thought of taking all of him into my mouth.

“T-too big.” I whispered.

“Daisy,” He said, and I looked at him. His gaze was gentler now, softer. “Not all of it, little mouse.”

“N-never done this before.” I admitted.

“And that’s ok,” Josh said. “Take it slowly.”

The grip on my hair loosened a little, allowing me to move at my own pace. I leaned closer, parting my lips and taking him in my mouth. I sucked the end and heard him groan. I panicked a little then, and his hand gripped my ponytail again, keeping me there. The sound I’d thought was pain turned out to be pleasure. I kept sucking at him, moving my head up and down a little, trying out different things to see what reaction I’d get. I swirled my tongue around the tip and then sank down, taking him deeper.

“Ah, fuck, Daisy.” He groaned again.

The grip on my hair tightened and Josh’s hips lifted a little, almost making me gag. I pulled back a little, continuing to suck at him and swirl my tongue around him. I looked at him to make sure I was still doing it right. His head was tipped back, lips parted as he exhaled another groan. I sank back down on him again, taking him as deep as I possibly could.

“Fuck, good girl,” He groaned. “Just like that.”

I was enjoying doing this for him and I moaned as well, letting him know I liked it. His hips shifted again as he bucked into my mouth. This made me more determined and I kept moving my head up and down. I felt him twitch in my mouth and he yanked me back, stopping me from continuing.

“S-sorry.” I said, voice hoarse.

“No, don’t be sorry, Daisy,” Josh said. “Almost blew my load in your mouth.”

“Oh.” I giggled then.

“Yeah, and I want to be fuckin’ you when that happens,” He murmured, eying me hungrily. “Fillin’ that tight little pussy.”

My face went red again and he chuckled at my dumbstruck expression. He sat up and reached behind me, untying my hands. I followed when he moved me so I was lying next to him with my back against his chest again. He gripped my right leg, bringing it over his hip, opening me up.

His left arm wrapped around me again and his hand gripped my throat again.

I felt the pressure as he pressed himself against my core. I was about to have my first time with a vampire. And I found that I didn’t mind too much. He shifted me closer and sank further into me. I writhed against him, gasping and moaning. He pushed the rest of the way in, filling me to the hilt.

“J-josh.” I moaned.

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned. “So fuckin’ tight and wet.”

He gave me a second to adjust to being split open by him, and then he started moving his hips, thrusting into me at a steady pace. I cried out his name, begging him for something, but I wasn’t sure what. The grip on my thigh tightened and he sped up, pushing deeper into me, making my moans come out almost strangled.

“F-feels good.” I bleated out.

“Yeah, you like me fuckin’ you like this, Daisy?” He growled, and I nodded.

He kept hitting something within me that ached, that needed friction. I was incoherent, drunk on what he was giving me. I had never felt pleasure like it.

“D-don’t stop,” I whined. “P-please…oh my God.”

“Not gonna stop, little mouse,” He grunted. “You fuckin’ love this, my little fucktoy.”

Hearing him say that made my insides turn to mush. I whined his name again, definitely telling him that I did really love this. My back arched and my moans came out as wails. I was thankful most people were either down in the main lounge or out drinking.

Apparently he wanted me to answer properly.

“Answer me.” He growled.

“Y-yes, love it so much.” I whined.

He smirked against my neck and pounded into me, filling me in the most amazing way. That feeling of release surged forward again and I pleaded with him to let me. He bit me again, feeding on me and I loved it. I tilted my head, letting him, trusting him not to take too much. He stopped, pulling back, using the hand around my throat to force our eyes to meet.

“Open your eyes, Daisy,” Josh said, and I did so. His eyes were hungry and his lips were still covered in my blood. “Good girl. Let me see your face as I make you cum.”

His forehead leaned against mine and he rolled his hips into me, fucking me so thoroughly and making me moan loudly. He thrust into me a few more times, hitting that ache within me. The release hit me hard. My eyes rolled back and I felt myself float skywards. It felt like I’d blacked out. The pleasure rolled through my entire body like a tidal wave.

By the time I came back down to earth, I could feel the shockwaves of what remained of my release. Josh was still thrusting into me, hips snapping into me at a punishing pace. He leaned his head on my shoulder, grunting as he continued moving into me, seeking his own release. I was exhausted by this point, but tried to wriggle my hips to help.

“Fuck,” He grunted again. “Gonna cum.”

His hips thrust forward once more and I felt the heat of it as he came, filling me with it. He was still rocking his hips into me, riding out the release. He groaned out a few curse words along with my name. Eventually, his hips slowed until he finally stopped moving.

The afterglow was starting to fade a little now. What would happen now? We’d not even been on a date, and we’d made love, and that’s if he even considered it making love. I should probably say something, but I was too afraid to. I whined when he slid out of me and let my leg go. I should probably tear the band aid off now.

“J-josh?” I asked, and my stupid voice cracked. He definitely heard it because he moved me so I’d face him. There was nowhere to hide from those intense blue eyes.

“Daisy.” He teased.

“Y-you can stay if you want,” I said, softly. “O-or maybe you don’t want to. I totally get it if you don’t because maybe this is a one night thing, and I…”

He lifted his hand, pressing his thumb to my lips to stop me mid ramble. He was watching me, studying my nervous expression.

“Want me to stay, little mouse?” He asked, then moved his thumb, dragging it along my lower lip.

“I-i was sort of hoping you would,” I admitted. “I-i don’t want this to be a one night thing.”

“Then it won’t be,” He replied. “I’ll stay the night if you want. I can take you out on a date tomorrow night.”

“That sounds fun.” I replied.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I smiled at that. All the gentleness returned as he hugged me. It really didn’t matter that he was a vampire. All that mattered was that he was here with me.

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