Vampire2P!America X Reader

You were walking down the block in your city, heading home for the day. You had to stay after school for tutoring because you were having trouble in (subject). You didn’t realized how late it was, and how dark it became outside.

You were really nervous to be outside in the evening, and the fact that there has been multiple disappearing lately it made you uneasy. You continued walking, hoping to get home as soon as possible.

You looked at your watch. Shit, it was getting late. You sighed and continued walking, but stopped when you heard something behind you. As if someone had landed on the ground on their feet quietly. You gripped your backpack tighter when you heard breathing.

You bit your tongue out of nervousness, and turned around. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and relief when you saw nothing. You turned back around and your heart stopped.

A young man wearing a bomber jacket and ragged torn jeans. His dark red eyes stared down at you with a pleased look on his face. Dark shades were propped on his forehead while he eyed you up and down.

“Hey there, baby doll…” the man said in an unsettling tone.

You, being the timid girl you are, were petrified in fear. You just clutched your backpack close to your chest as a pathetic way to shield yourself. The man just chuckled at your cute terrified look.

“I could smell your fear from a mile away.” He smirked, showing an abnormally sharp pair of teeth.

Your heart dropped when you realized what he was. You took a step back, but he took a step forward teasingly. He could just get it over with now, but Al loved to play with his prey before killing them, especially young females like you.

“I-I have to go home.” Was all you were able to say.

Al’s smile widened at how naïve you were, and he leaned down to your level. You felt him smell your neck and hair and letting out a groan of anticipation.

“How about I give you a head start, doll?” he whispered sensually.

Without thinking, you dropped your backpack and ran down the street praying you’ll make it home in time. Al watched in amusement as his little play thing scurried like a frightened kitten far away from its mother.

You were almost at the corner of your neighborhood, you saw your house, but it seemed so far away. You cried out when you were suddenly lifted over someone’s shoulder.

“Time’s up, doll.” He smirked, “That’s a shame isn’t it? You were almost there.”

“Let me go! Please don’t hurt me!” you pleaded.

He ignored your cries as he carried you to an isolated alleyway, far away from any sort of help possible. If someone did hear you, it was very unlikely that they would save you from a vampire. You knew you were soon going to be a goner.

He set you down on your feet, and he hovered over you. It was then you realized he trapped you in a corner. He brushed your (h/c) hair over your shoulder so your neck was exposed to him. He licked his lips and leaned in to breath in your sweet desirable scent that lingered on your venerable skin.

He brushed his lips against your neck and licked up your jawline. He let his lips linger on your earlobe.

“What’s your name, baby doll?” he asked.

“M-my name i-is, (y/n).” you stuttered.

“What a cute little name you have.” He smirked as he rested his hands on your hips.

“My name’s Al.” he whispered, as he trailed his hands up your waist, making you blush.

He placed his lips on your neck, brushing his sharp fangs against your soft skin, making your eyes widen. He moved his lips up your jaw and closing nearer to your lips.

He smirked sinfully as you innocently shied away in an unsurely manner. He licked his lips when he noticed how much you were blushing.

“You’ve never been kissed before have you.” He said, knowing the answer already.

You just hid your face, not looking at him in the eyes. You felt a firm yet gentle grip on your chin, making you look up at the smirking vampire.

“I can fix that…” he said before pressing his lips on yours.

You closed your eyes at the strange sensation, not knowing what to do. He moved his cold lips against your still ones, attempting to urge you to go with it. Your face was so red from fear, embarrassment, and pleasure.

Before you knew it, his tongue made its way through your trembling lips, exploring its new territory. You cringed at the strange feeling, but moaned quietly when he stroked his tongue against yours. Al smirked into the kiss at the sound of your cute moan, and decided to deepen the kiss.

After a good five minutes of your first make out session Al pulled away, leaving your lips feel bare. That’s when you noticed Al staring down at you with a lustful look, but his eyes were softer than before.

He gently held the side of your head with his palm, and licked a certain spot on your neck making you gasped quietly.

“This might hurt a little, babe.” He whispered before sinking his fangs deep into your neck.

You cried out in tortured stinging agony as you felt him suck your blood from your flesh. You attempted to struggle away, but he bit down deeper making you stay in place until he was done. You gritted your teeth when you heard him moan from the delicacy taste of your blood. You somewhat relaxed when you felt him caress your back at an attempt to sooth you.

When you beginning to feel light headed Al slowly removed his teeth from your bruising wound. You felt him lick up the remaining blood that had dripped down dangerously close to your cleavage.
You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling as if you were going to pass out. You looked up at him and saw a satisfied look on his face. He smiled and stroked your hair.

“Don’t worry, doll. You’re not gonna die, you belong to me now.” He said contently.

“What?” you asked faintly.

“You heard me babe, I've marked you, and now your pretty face belongs to me.” He said, picking you into his arms.

“You’re gonna look so fucking hot with fangs.” You heard him say before passing out as he carried you away into the darkness.