WEEK 5: PREY/HUNTER ft. VAMPIRE HARRY (Patreon)

HIIIIII!!! FOR HALLOWEEN EVE, HERE'S A VAMPY FIC!!! It's not related to any of my others; he's just a random vamp in this one hehe, but I hope you like it!!

WHICH MEANS TOMORROWWW IS VOYEURISM CHEFRRY!!! I hope you guys will like that too :D

IF YOU'RE GOING TO ANY EARLY HALLOWEEN PARTIES TONIGHT, BE CAREFUL AND SAFE! STICK WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND LOOK OUT FOR EACH OTHER! I LOVE YOU, HAVE FUN!!

Warning: there are aspects of this fic that could be considered dub/con-like, but both of them are very, very, very into it! However, as always, proceed with caution!

(4.1k+ words)

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This probably wasn’t the safest or sanest thing for Y/N to do. 

To be fair, Y/N was typically pretty conscious of her own safety. She never walked around alone at night unless it was absolutely necessary; she always carried mace and a taser in her purse when she had to take public transport; she analyzed her surroundings if she was at a park or a wooded area, even if she was with her friend. Y/N tries her best to stay vigilant in all walks of life because she watched way too many crime shows growing up to feel even remotely safe just walking around daily without some sort of something with her. 

Yet when she found out Harry was a vampire. . .all thoughts of being smart and safe flew right out the window. Like, maybe a little too quickly. She’d never met a vampire before – she knew about them, because everyone knew about them, but vampires weren’t very open about it. They wanted to live life normally, without being a spectacle, which Y/N could understand – though if there’s someone that you just feel unreasonably and groundlessly attracted to, then chances are, they drink blood as their main source of nourishment. 

And Harry – oh, Y/N was obsessed with him from the moment she saw him at work. He was just minding his business, drinking coffee (or was it?) at his desk in the IT department, and she secretly started wishing for her work electronics to crap out on a daily basis. Nobody else seemed nearly as gleeful as she did when their internet wouldn’t connect or an update got stuck with only 10 minutes to spare. Y/N was always a little too cheesed, thrumming all over, praying that he was the one who received her ticket and had to help her. 

He was pretty – sue her. His hair always looked so soft, and his skin – while pale – did somehow carry a healthy flush to it (she’d find out from online forums it’s because they either wear blush, or if they’ve eaten recently, that’s a side effect). His eyes were always very gentle too. Almost as gentle as his touch when their fingers would accidentally stroke together, exchanging things back and forth. Or that time they both reached for the touchpad on her laptop while he was hovering over her. And he smelled good too, like bergamot and something a little spiced, like an autumn candle (and if she found a candle at the store that reminded her of him and lit it in her flat, well. . .that’s just her prerogative). 

When she found out he was a vampire, it was sort of by accident. Niall had always been going and trying different clubs, and Y/N was typically his unwilling participant in venturing out with him. He’d offer to pay for her drinks, though, and get her food afterward, so she would eventually agree to it. Though the one time she actually wanted to go was because Niall had heard a rumor that this club in particular was a vampire-frequented one, where they would scout out feeders and humans who liked to flirt with them. Obviously, she agreed immediately. 

Then promptly ran into Harry in one of the alleyways, drinking from someone’s throat. 

It was an accident. She’d been having fun and drinking, but Niall had started dancing with someone, and she sort of went wandering around to find something to do, or someone to speak with, at least until he got his fill. She waited in a crazy long line in the bathroom to wee (their bathrooms were way nicer than a standard human club, and even had an attendant, which Y/N thought was only in movies), then made her way outside for some fresh air. The alleyway itself was well lit and patio-style; it was just cold enough that not many people were lingering out there. 

She stepped outside, rounded the corner, and there Harry was with his face tucked into someone’s neck. Y/N gasped, stepping back, an apology leaving her mouth, but when he pulled himself away from the person and she saw his mouth glisten red and wet – well, yeah, maybe she does throb a little. And maybe it takes her semi-drunk brain a second to process what she’s seeing, but once it registers, she is immediately turned on and a little jealous. Like, why hasn’t he been drinking from her throat this entire time? She would’ve let him. 

Still, she doesn’t know what to say or do at the moment, so she sputters over her spit and stumbles backwards, “Oh! Sorry, I’m – I’m sorry, I  – oops,” she caught herself on the wall, “I’ll go.” 

She scurried away, regretting wearing heels as she whipped the door open and let it shut behind her. There are several hallways in this place, with a lot of doors that Y/N finds out now lead to feeder rooms. Y/N didn’t know this at the time, though; she just knew she was in a relatively abandoned-looking hallway. She had reached for a knob, hoping to shield herself away and try to process her thoughts. 

Had she heard Harry come up behind her? No. Not at all. It actually felt like one moment he wasn’t there and the next he was, his body flattening against hers. His hand fit around hers over the knob, twisting it together and more or less shoving her inside. He’s really strong, and it should frighten her – her heart was beating out of her chest, but not for the reason she’d think. Y/N whipped around, eyes wide, and Harry was in this room with her. It’s small – quaint. There’s a sofa and a curtain pressed all the way off into the corner. There’s also a small fridge and what Y/N knew was one of those oxygen diffusers. 

But she couldn’t focus on that, really. Harry’s mouth was wiped clean of blood, and instead of looking like the apex predator he is, he looked frightened. His eyes were wide too. “Y/N,” he began, and she hadn’t realized he knew her name at all – she shouldn’t have felt as giddy as she did, but she did, “I’m – I’m sorry you had to see that.” 

“That’s alright!” Y/N rushed out, “I’m – I didn’t mind – like, that’s so my bad! I shouldn’t have just – um. . .barged out there.” 

Harry shook his head, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was risky to do that in an open area; I’m just – ugh, I was just hungry, but –” he pressed a hand to his head, “You’re – I know this might be shocking, but I’m a vampire, y’know? I just try to keep it secret at work because I don’t necessarily fancy being a spectacle, so –” 

“No, I get that! I’ll – keep it a secret, definitely,” she felt unstable on her feet, “I don’t mind, um – like – that, y’know. I think it’s cool.” 

He grinned softly, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

And that was that. Y/N knew Harry was a vampire, and she kept the secret to herself, though she wanted to talk about it so desperately. But with knowing came the realization that she needed him to drink her blood or she would explode. Now that she knew what he was, and now that Harry knew she would keep it a secret, they had gotten closer, a little. Not so close that they were hanging out outside of work, but close enough that Harry would use his IT messaging capabilities to check up on her, or offer to bring her coffee. 

Was it presumptuous of her to ask him if he wanted to drink from her? Of course it was. But he’d. . .looked hungry? She doesn’t even know how to describe it; there was just something about him as of late that seemed like he might be starving. There was no flush in his cheeks, his hair looked dull and lifeless, he had deep bags under his eyes, like a human that hadn’t slept in days. Y/N doesn’t know why he hasn’t eaten, but she does offer it quietly in the parking garage one day. Was she waiting for him there? Well, yeah, but he doesn’t have to know that. 

Harry refused with a shake of his head, “You – you don’t want that,” he replied, “You think you do, but you don’t.” 

It confused her. “Huh? Why would I not know what I want?” 

“You don’t,” he swallowed thickly, “Thank you, though, for offering.”  

He was going to walk away, but she stepped in front of him, one last time, “Do you not want to?” 

Harry stared at her – there was a flash of something in his eyes, but he turned his head and looked away. “I didn’t say that.” 

“Then what makes you think –” 

“Just drop it, Y/N,” he replied, and this time he stormed off, “You’re in over your head.” 

Maybe she was. But she also hated being told she didn’t want something that clearly both of them wanted. Why was he being weird about it? 

Should she have left him an index card on his desk telling him to meet her at a wooded area near her flat? No, probably not. Should she have left little smears of her blood along the tree stumps and leaves so that he could find her? Definitely not. But her heart is racing, thundering against her chest. There’s a primal fear that buzzes beneath her skin, especially when she hears the snap of twigs and rustling of trees in the distance. It’s either a mountain lion, a deer, or Harry. 

Would he be pissed with her? Maybe. She hopes not, though. 

She shivers when she sees him through the tree trunks. It’s still daylight out, but not for long – the sun is sinking minute by minute. He’s got the index card tightly gripped in his hand; she could make that out as he sniffed at the air. There was something in her that wanted to run – rabbit-like instincts telling her that it was dangerous. But in the same breath, wanting to run made her kind of horny. 

“I can smell you,” he says in a way that’s so chilling, Y/N almost needs to sit on his face over it. “I can practically taste you. You want to feed me, huh?” He takes a step forward, but he’s still looking around like he doesn’t know where she’s at. “What does a little human like you know about feeding me?” 

Y/N swallows deeply – if she ran, would he chase after her, or would he think she didn’t want it? 

“I just thought you were my sweet coworker. Kind of weird, but gentle and sweet. Your blood has always smelled so fucking good – I’m worried if I bite you, I might not stop.” A bead of fear and arousal swirls deep in her belly, toes curling into her shoes. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps. “Drink you allllll up. But I was being good, Sweetheart. . .I was being so good, ignoring how badly this urge has overcome me.” He leans down, plucking up a rock and curling it into his palm before he stands back up. “But then my sweet little coworker leaves her blood on my desk. Has trails of it on the trees – acting more like a slutty thing than a sweet one.” 

He tosses the rock over to the right of her, and Y/N whips around when it comes careening past her, watching it thud against the tree beside her. When she turns back to look at Harry, he is right in front of her. Y/N screams, startled, and Harry grabs her before she can stumble and fall back, holding her by the elbows. “Found you,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down to her wrist, the hand that she’d poked to get the blood. It stung now, and she knew it would get more throbby as time went on. She needed to disinfect it, probably, but she couldn’t really think about that right now. Not when Harry singles out the finger and buries it in his mouth. 

Y/N gasps, jerking away, but his grip on her is tight as he laps up the blood. The sting turns into a dull hum, fizzling up her hand. Harry, up this close, looks more feral than she’s ever seen him – animalistic and needy. Maybe he was scarier than a mountain lion; the look in his eyes is a bit wild before he moans around the digit between his lips, his lids fluttering. He looks content, just like this, suckling at the pad of her finger before letting it go. A string of spit pulls, then snaps from his wet mouth to the tip. 

“Fuck,” he groans; it’s grumbly and loud. All of Y/N’s instincts are telling her this is a horrible idea, but she melts into it. 

“Do I – do I taste good?” She asks. 

Harry takes a step forward, pressing her into a tree trunk, “You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, “And I found you. You let me hunt you down like a slutty little rabbit, and now I get to drink my fill, right?” 

“Yes,” she nods; she also steps forward, pressing their chests together, “I want to feed you.” 

He leans in, running his nose over the side of her throat, “Yeah? You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” 

‘Yeah,” she admits, ‘Yeah, I have – so much – I –” 

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking.” 

Harry giggles to himself, grazing his lips against her throat, wet over her throat, “I’ve always been thinking about you,” she admits, and she wonders if he’s compelling her to tell him the truth or if Y/N is just being way too honest, “But after seeing you – with the blood on your mouth, and with the woman you were drinking from, I – was so jealous. I’m still so jealous,” she pouts her mouth, “Was sad that you wouldn’t.” 

“I shouldn’t,” he counters, the tip of his nose dragging up and down, “But if you want it this badly, how can I deny us both? Especially after you made such a fun little game for me.” 

“Yeah,” her voice comes out breathy, needy, “Yeah, don’t deny us; we need it – we need to – ah –” 

It should make her feel so panicked, she thinks, that she is pinned to a tree by someone about to bite her throat. A bunny would kick, frantic to shake off the dripping maw of a predator, whether it be a wolf, a fox, or a mountain lion. And her heart races like a bunny, but she doesn’t move. Actually, when his teeth poke through her skin, she presses herself even closer to him, shivering. 

The first pinch of it hurts, obviously – like getting stuck for a shot. She gasps, her hands grip his biceps, and her fingers dig into the muscle. It feels soft, actually, which means he’s not even flexing a little bit. He’s just keeping her pinned – or maybe she isn’t moving – she doesn’t know. A choked noise leaves her mouth when she feels the first suck, pulling part of her from herself as he drinks. The first time she hears him swallow, she clenches all over. She’s immediately reminded of the woman’s face after she stumbled on them at the club, the blissed-out look of her features. She understands it so intimately now. 

Endorphins run through her on full blast, zipping around her body at the speed of light. Her gaze blurs, then flutters closed – it’s good. It feels so fucking good, actually; her hips cant toward him, and Harry lets her, moving his thigh to snuggle between her legs. Her clit throbs, but she can’t really move, worried that he’ll unlatch from her throat. It feels like an orgasm without actually cumming – it’s the weirdest, most out-of-body, yet in-body experience that she’s ever had. 

Harry seems to be enjoying himself too. He moans while he gulps, and since his thigh is pressed between her, she can feel the bump of his cock, stiff, tucked to her. She slips one hand off his bicep, between them, letting her fingers stroke against his lower belly, dragging her fingers along the waistband of his pants. The muscles in his belly jump, and she feels his cock throb against her. 

He parts from her before Y/N can tell him that she’s starting to get dizzy. Harry’s panting in her ear, wet-sounding noises – Y/N’s head rolls back onto the trunk behind her, not caring what ends up in her hair after this. “God, you taste like a fucking dream,” he whined, “I almost can’t stand it. Why are you so delicious?” 

She giggles, lightheaded and airy, pressing her hips forward. “Do you want to fuck me?” Y/N inquires, “You can. I don’t – I don’t mind. I want you to; I’m so wet, it’s dripping –” 

Harry slips his fingers under her pants and underwear, his index and middle fingers slipping between her lips into the wet mess she’d promised him. His tongue drags over the holes he’d made in her neck, before pressing a soft, tender kiss there, “Yeah, you want me to fuck you right here? Make you cum?” He rolls her engorged clit beneath them, and her hips lurch forward, “Yeah –” he eases them inside of her, “You –” 

“I stretched, a little,” she tells him, “For you. Wanted you in me immediately, didn’t want to wait –” 

He groans, tugging her clothes down, stuffing the elastic of her trousers and panties down to her ankles. Y/N gasps when he tugs her right leg out of her clothes. Her leg is lifted, hooked around his forearm while his other hand unbuttons his pants. When he fishes out his cock, Y/N marvels at the size – he’s fucking huge. Are all vampires well-endowed? Or is Harry just accidentally the perfect person to ever exist? Her eyes widen when she sees him, and he chuckles, sandwiching his cock against her slit and rubbing against her. It’s hot and sticky – wet from his own arousal, mixing in with hers.

“Take a deep breath,” he murmured, “It’s going to feel like a lot. Even opened up, you're still a tight little thing.” 

Y/N does start to take a deep breath, but all of the air she sucks in leaves in a big gust when he eases himself inside of her. He’s strong – so strong that he is supporting most of her body against the tree without even breaking a sweat. Y/N doesn’t feel unstable at all – she doesn’t feel like he might lose his grip on her, and even if he did, she knew he’d catch her right away. So she sinks into the feeling of his cock pushing inside her, bullying a space for himself inside her. When she’d been stretching herself earlier, she didn’t know if he’d drink from her, let alone if he would fuck her too – she was hoping this was where it led, though. 

She feels sensitive all over, already. Y/N absently wonders if someone drinking your blood does that – makes you more sensitive and squirmy – but she files that in for another question to ask after the fact. She can’t think about anything else other than Harry using his strength to lift her up and drop her down on his cock, not bothering to start with a slow pace. He fucks her like he’s been thinking about it for a while. Like hunting her down had turned him on, and he’d been hard since he read her note and smelled her blood. One hand is on her hip, and the other grabs the back of her head, close to her nape. She feels like a ragdoll in the best way. 

Y/N mewls, her arms thrown around his neck and clinging to him tightly. Her fingers dig into his skin, and his mouth, still covered in her blood, finds her. She should be grossed out, but she really isn’t, for whatever reason. She smears her lips around him and tastes the metallic on his tongue, whining when he bites down on her lip and suckles it into his mouth. He fucks her hard and fast, in a way that makes her even dizzier than the blood loss. Her brain is melting out of her ears while he spears her open. 

The orgasm builds quickly — fast in the way that her second ones usually do, though she doesn’t remember having a first. Maybe him drinking from her really did make her cum? She felt wet enough that she might have. Harry moans when she starts clamping down on him, her walls tightening, making it a little harder for him to fuck in and out of her. 

“Greedy pussy,” he sighs, tugging her sweater down further over her back where it had lifted up, before pressing her against the tree trunk. The bark digs into her back a little painfully, but when it frees a hand of his to reach between them and rub her clit, she doesn’t complain beyond a soft whine. “It’s like you’re trying to suck me in. Do you hear yourself squelching?” 

She does – it’s embarrassing; in the quiet of the woods, anyone passing would be able to tell from that alone what’s going on. The sound of their skin slapping echoes too, bouncing soundly off the trees. His fingers run over her clit in sharp, tight circles like he knew her body better than she did. Being suspended in the air makes movement of her hips pretty difficult, but she manages to buck toward him, groaning deep from her chest. 

“You g’na cum for me?” He inquires, “You know, I’ve never fucked someone after feeding from them before, hm? You’re my first.” She squeezes around him even tighter, back arching against him, “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” 

She likes it a lot because she starts to cum after he says it. Rhythmically pulsing around his prick, Y/N doesn’t just squeeze around his cock, she squeezes around his whole body – her legs around his hips, her arms around his throat. Like a boa constrictor, she tightens up all over. She tries to muffle herself into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, stuffing her mouth against him and groaning. Y/N can feel Harry fuck her through it before his pace gets sloppy and less coordinated. Which is nice – Y/N likes that he’s affected by this too. 

Only he slips out of her, cums all over her tummy where his prick hand tucked beneath the hem of her sweater, while he thrusts against her skin to work himself over. Y/N whines at the loss – of him, of his cum – she would’ve been fine with it inside of her. 

Y/N is catching her breath, though Harry doesn’t seem to need to. He very carefully and delicately lowers her legs back to the ground, then tucks himself away. Kneeling on the dirt floor in front of her, he leans in and presses one soft kiss over her fucked pussy, then tilts himself up so he can move the sweater out of the way and lick her belly clean of his cum. It’s filthy in the best way – Y/N feels herself clench around nothing, her body anticipating him to fill her up again. 

After he finishes, he’s gentle as he gets her pants back on. He helps her step into them, wriggling them up her body and fitting them snugly around her hips, before leaving his hands there and squeezing. Y/N is still breathless, watching him as he pushes his forehead against her lower stomach. 

“Not to sound desperate and clingy, but I hope this wasn’t a one-time thing,” he says, muffled against her skin. “You. . there’s something about you that drives me crazy.” He rubs back and forth, nuzzling against her, “I didn’t want to drink from you initially, because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to be normal about it after I did.” 

Y/N’s hand finds his hair, threading down to the roots before curling up and tilting him to look at her. His eyes are still so bright, despite the darkening woods around them. He already looks better, like he’s had a nice meal, and the fact that she was able to be the one to provide that for him – does things to her brain. 

“I’m already not normal about you,” she smiles, “So, yeah, let's do this a lot.”