Idc what anyone says but Alucard 1000% really likes smooching your neck and not in a weird "lemme have a taste darling" kinda way oh no - he just likes the giggles you create when he brushes his nose against a sensitive spot. Heaven forbid you happen to extremely ticklish there you poor thing, he'll just relentlessly press sweet smooch after smooch while your cracking up laughing while he just smiles against you.
That's all folks!
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?pairing; alucard x fem reader
?synopsis/warning: minors dni!! master servant themes, lowkey this rlly just about alucard with a reader whose like wet 24/7
?a/n; im ngl the ending is like super sloppy PFFFTTT I didn’t know how to end it exactly I’ll probably fix it later on if I get a better idea for it BUT I HOPE YALL LIKE IITT
you had called alucard into your meeting quarters to have a rather serious conversation about his human intake. you understand that the two of you agreed to let him do whatever outside your headquarters but the news beginning to swarm was unruly and attention-grabbing. if he was going to go on a rampage he must clean behind himself.
“alucard.” you called out to him stoically. your chin resting on top of your enclosed fingers as you looked at the vampire expectantly, leg propped over the other neatly. “master.” the man simply replied after you with a little bit of defiance, the vampire king before you stood nothing but unphased by your demeanor. a taunting smirk gracing his face enough for his fangs to peak, gleaming red eyes dimly reflecting through his shades, staring at you awaiting your next command or your demeaning reprimand; he didn’t mind either or.
you couldn’t stand how nonchalant he was, the way it seemed like he was always planning something raised the hairs on your skin. you may be alucard’s master but it was always something about the way he looked at you that intimidated you, of course you’d never let such be known by the wild man. wanting to no longer be in his presence, you started questioning him about the news, inquiring whether the bodies the reporters are talking about are of his doing.
pandering him about how he needs to be more “careful” and “precise” and more “clean”. he was pretending to keep up with you at first but something else was calling.
“does your sex always tend to seep like that?” alucard cut you off from your chiding. chest heaving from taking a big whiff of the air around him, catching the scent of your weeping pussy for the umpteenth time today, eyes focused on the desk your legs hid behind; a bewildered you shocked for words.
his vulgarity had struck your core but that was completely uncalled for, you wouldn’t dare show the affect he had on you. “e-excuse me?” was all you could make out to that question, stuttering in confusion and anger. “Alucard!” you shout huskily whilst slamming your hand against the desk. “That is completely inappropriate what is wrong with you!?”
“you don’t think walking around with a begging cunt is anymore appropriate? human.” alucard’s sultry voice echoed along this big meeting room. now standing behind you a cunning man ready to play with his new favored toy, hands tantalizingly gliding down your body through your tailored suit, dipping his cold slender fingers between your legs, rubbing around the rim of your entrance through your suit pants slowly, revealing that weeping spot that’s been sitting and sobbing for days.
he pulls his finger away as though he’s watching a string of your slick come from it, showing you the bit of wetness on the pads of his finger. “you see? your pussy is always this wet, and you dare tell me what is inappropriate, when you walk around leaking through your clothes like a little girl whose wet themself. cunt pathetically doting on me whenever I’m near, how incredulously delectable.” alucard relished in how fun it was to tease the usually composed and controlled you, licking at his fangs as he dips his hand into your pants this time, feeling all that slick soaked through your panties, middle finger pressing and rubbing against your hole whilst his knuckle rested on your clothed clit.
you gasp when you feel his hand slip back into your pants to spread you out through your panties and feel you clench around nothing. it wasn’t your fault that you were always wet anyways, especially when he talked to you like this, and no one was here to fix it (so you thought) and your wetness was normal. you were just blessed like that.
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