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Vampire Boyfriend: Oleander 2 (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-06-03 19:01:00 +0000 UTC
Female Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)
Thursday evening, I’m in my classroom grading papers, because I’d rather stay late than take any of this shit home. Between my stage performance class and theatre history class, I really don’t have much, but it takes time to go over all this. I leave the building just as the streetlamps flicker on, and I glance towards the STEAM building to see a big figure come out of the building. I know it’s Oleander, so I head over; this will be my first time talking to him in person since Sunday. Since then we’ve exchanged a few texts, but we’ve not talked.
“Good evening!” I call out to him, and he turns to look my way. “I thought that was you! How’s your-” My foot twists on a wonky part of the sidewalk, and I begin to fall over, quickly averting my face so it doesn’t smack directly onto the concrete. Fortunately, Oleander’s strides are quite long, and he grabs me before setting me upright.
“Careful there. Are you okay?” he asks.
I pat myself down. “I think so.” I try to take a step, but my ankle twinges, and I make a sound like a startled puppy. Oleander swoops me up again, putting his arm around me and helping me to a bench.
“Do I need to go get a nurse or something?” He sounds urgent.
“I should be okay,” I take off my shoe and rub my ankle. “I don’t know what that was.”
Oleander watches me carefully, concerned as I try to feel out my ankle. “Let me call you a cab so you don’t have to walk home.”
“I’m fine, really. I just need a second.” I stand up again, and while my ankle feels funny, at least it doesn’t hurt. Oleander’s arms are held ready to catch me again if need be. “I’m fine, I’m fine. See?” I take a few steps
“You sure?” Oleander gives me the once-over. “It popped pretty loudly.”
“I’m okay, really.” I smile up at him. His expression is sweet, and it makes my heart pitter-patter a little more. “You probably have a class to get back to anyways.”
“This is my easy day. I only have one class to teach on Thursdays, so I was actually standing out here trying to decide if I wanted to go to the laundromat and do my laundry, or just go home. You know, grown-up decisions.” He sighs heavily, running his fingers through his pearly-white hair.
“You don’t have a washer and dryer at your place?” I ask.
“No, the place I rent doesn’t have one, and my landlord won’t let me install a set. Luckily there’s a twenty-four hour laundromat near here,” he grumbles, then frowns at my expression. “What’s that look?”
“Sorry, I just kind of thought all vampires were rich. But now I’m realizing that’s only based on what I know from old movies, so… I can help with laundry, if that’s the problem.”
Oleander smiles gently. “Maybe it’d be a good starting point for our lesson on Saturday. I can show you the stitching in my handmade clothes and tell you how I make them.”
“Sounds good to me!” I say cheerily.
The laundromat is nice, mainly occupied by students who float through to check on their laundry. Oleander shows me the seams in his clothes, telling me what each is and why he chose them for certain articles of clothing. After a while we sit, and he shows me pictures of his jewelry on his phone. I’m captivated by his skill, his attention to detail, and how every piece of jewelry is different but certainly has his signatur. He also showed me pictures of his cats. Gomez, Chickpea, and Mort are black, and he also has a massive orange tabby called Diablo.
“I’m excited to meet them!” I tell him. “I’m hoping to get a cat once I get settled at my place.”
“There’s a shelter I can show you, too. It’s where I got my black cats. Diablo was a squatter, and I kept him.” He smiles. “Black cats are usually the last to be adopted.”
“Because of bad luck? That’s stupid,” I scoff. “Morticia was the best cat. Even if she hid in dark corners and tripped me, because she knew it was funny.”
“I’m glad you understand.” Oleander smiles softly.
My heart sputters. “So what do you plan to do to me on Saturday?”
Oleander’s eyes widen, and he rears back. “Nothing to you! I just…” He clears his throat. “I was just planning on showing you the basics of using a sewing machine.”
“Sorry, bad wording.” I say with a chuckle.
“To be honest, maybe this is a good time to air some things. I do think there is a possibility for a relationship between us.”
I inch closer to him on the Formica bench. “You like me?”
Oleander clears his throat again. “You’re cute and bubbly. So yes. I do like you.”
A boy hasn’t said he liked me since a football player in high school said he’d date me if I stopped being a goth. I didn’t, so we didn’t. “I like you too, Ollie.”
His lips part as he hears this. “Well, then, glad to know we’re on the same page.” He places his hands in his lap, unsure what to do with them. “I’d still like to be your friend.”
“Of course. We can go slow. I’m in no hurry for anything.” I place my hand over his.
He kisses my cheek when he drops me off at my apartment, and it’s so sweet I feel as though I’ll get a cavity. Once inside, I happily flit about as I revel in the fact he likes me. I have just one day to get through before Saturday, and I feel like I could burst.
Most of Saturday afternoon is spent getting ready. I pamper myself, using fancy skincare samples I got perusing the mall. I do a whole routine and even walk around in a sheet mask while I try to decide what to wear. I want to look dewy and fresh when I arrive.
Once I’m at Oleander’s apartment, I’m greeted by his cats, who I instantly fall for. I play with them for a while before we go back into his office, where he has his sewing machines and supplies arranged. He has me sit down and shows me each of the parts for the sewing machine, and as his big hands guide my tiny ones, I can’t help but think about the pottery wheel scene from the movie ‘Ghost’.
I manage to stitch together a small tote bag, which I’m exceptionally proud of, even if some of the stitches are uneven. Afterwards, Oleander has a surprise for me. “I went and got it out yesterday, and I wanted you to see it.” He pulls out a black velvet box and opens it, and inside is a sea of rubies and pearls.
“Is this Cream and Wine?” I gasp excitedly. Oleander nods, slowly taking it from the box, so I can see how every gem hangs in a brocade of delicate, chandelier-like droplets. “I can’t believe this is actually handmade.”
Oleander’s smile turns coy. “Would you like to try it on?”
I refuse to believe a common creature like me could ever be deemed worthy to wear such a beautiful work of art. “Me?”
“Of course. It’s made to be worn.” He slips his hands around my throat, and I shudder at the intimacy of it. “I made it to symbolize the connection between humans and vampires.”
The metal and gems feel cold against my skin. It falls heavy on my collarbones and sinks in like it belongs, as if the whole thing was made for my neck alone. I touch my chest, feeling the ruby droplets. “Wow. With this, I really feel like a princess.”
“You look like one.”
“Why, sir, you’re going to make me blush!” I have to laugh.
Oleander swallows. “Can I… Do you mind if I kiss you, Holly?”
Oh boy, this is it! And he asked in the sweetest imaginable way. “I mind a lot. But in a good way.”
Oleander’s long fingers brush against my cheek, and his thumb rests sweetly under my chin. He has to kneel quite far, and it makes me feel even smaller. The kiss is soft, barely there at first, but I stretch to assure him it’s okay. He takes a breath as he moves away, looking demure. “Thank you.”
“No, sir, thank you,” I giggle. “I get to wear pretty jewelry and be kissed by a handsome prince? This is my dream come true.” I snuggle up beside him as his cats come to watch over us.
I’m totally smitten with Oleander. We hang out more often after that, and he helps me research a play to do with my small class, showing me books he’s taken from the library about costume design. We kiss and snuggle a lot, but his cats get jealous easily. One evening while we’re hanging out, I get a message update about the Beauty and the Beast party. Oleander sees the look on my face. “Is something wrong?”
“I have a party coming up soon. I’m playing Belle, but the parents want a Beast as well. And I kind of lied and said I had one.” I frown at my phone, deciding to ignore the message until I get home.
“Then why did you accept it?”
“Money! They’re offering a lot. This one is for their son, and the one I did for the daughter was awesome. They tip well, they offer me breaks, and I get to eat the grown-up food.” I beat the heel of my palm to my forehead. “I’m an idiot, I know that.”
“What time is the party?” Oleander asks.
“In the evening. The boy wanted a proper ball,” I grumble.
Oleander’s palm rubs the small of my back. “I could help, if you’re desperate.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s really sweet you offered, but…”
“I’m serious. I can put together a costume pretty quickly, and I’m pretty much a proper size for the role.” He says this with a sincere smile. “If the kids are scared, then you’ll still get to play Belle and get paid.”
“You sure? I don’t want your feelings to get hurt because a bunch of eleven-year-olds scream at you.”
Oleander shrugs. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to me.”
I reach for him, standing on tiptoes as he bends over to accept my grateful kiss. “You’re far too sweet, Ollie. I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” he chuckles.
I get a devilish little idea. While he’s still on my level, I whisper into his ear, “How about, after the party, we try fooling around a little?”
His hand on my waist tightens. “Seriously, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I’m serious,” I coo. “Don’t you want to try and see what we can do?”
He gulps. “Of course, but I really wish you hadn’t said this here.”
I give him a smile and another kiss. “Think about it while you make your costume.” I decide to be a little evil again. “Think about me wearing Cream and Wine.”
Oleander stands up straight. “Where’d this side of you come from?”
“It was waiting to get comfortable,” I giggle.
Oleander smacks the top of my head gently. “I’ll try and think about it,” he murmurs. “But just be prepared for whatever I decide. Okay?”
I take his hand and kiss his palm. “Of course. I’m not into it if you aren’t.”
If I’m being honest, I want to confess that it’s been more than a fleeting thought for me. I’ve fantasized about sex with Oleander more than once, and the closer I get to him the more I want skin on skin, tongues everywhere, and the deepest erotic thrill.
The evening of the birthday party arrives, and I get to the venue early to talk things over with the parents. Luckily, they remember me, and they’re so excited to see the Beast when he arrives. When Oleander does, they’re blown away. I’m amazed by his costume, which is a million times better than mine. He even has on a mask to make him look like a beast. “You look incredible!” I exclaim. “You’re prettier than me!”
Oleander removes his mask and bends down to kiss my cheek. “I brought you something.” He hands me a small black velvet box, and inside is a necklace with a ruby topped with a pearl. “I made it last night, just for you.”
I almost want to cry. “This is…”
Oleander places his finger over my lips to shush me. “It’s supplies I had left over, so don’t worry about what it cost me. I made it for you, and no one else.” He places the necklace around my throat. “I’ll take it off tonight.”
My heart skips a beat, but this is a kid’s birthday so I don’t want to get overexcited. As the night wears on, the kids absolutely love Oleander and his Beast. During the ball, he dances with every kid at the party. All of them are enamored by his height and think he’s extremely cool. I feel the same way.
At the end of the night we change clothes before leaving. I sit in Oleander’s car, feeling so pleased as I touch the necklace around my neck. The car is quiet, save for the soft hum of music on the radio and the rush of other cars on the road. “My place?” He asks.
I glance at him, trying to read his expression in the dim light of the car. “Is it okay?” I ask quietly.
His hand touches mine. “We can try.”
I beam excitedly, and have to contain myself until we get to his house. Once there, I notice a nervousness between us. He offers me his shower, and I wash out all the hairspray and mop off all the makeup. I don’t dress again, and just wear the towel when I go into his bedroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me, shirtless, with the top button of his pants undone. He looks at me, nearly flustered, then breaks into a nervous smile.
“It’s okay if you want to change your mind,” I offer.
Oleander shakes his head. “I want you.” He extends his hand to me. I take it, letting the towel drop, and feel his skin against mine as he brings me close. His skin is like cool silk. “You’re so warm,” he shudders.
“Do you like it?”
He nods wordlessly, looking into my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What are you worried about?” I ask him.
His hands rest on my hips while I touch his chest. “Many things, really. You’re so petite.” His lips brush against my cheek. “And I’m suddenly aware of all that I am.”
“You’re Ollie,” I say to him. “You’re sweet, adorable, and tender. What about you has you worried?”
“I'm a giant vampire, Holly,” he growls.
I kiss his neck and he moans, fingers tightening around my hips. “You’re a giant sweetheart.”
He suddenly picks me up with ease, holding me above his head before throwing me into bed and leaping onto me. If it wasn’t for the awkwardly sweet expression, I might be worried. But he looks more afraid than I did. “What was that for?” I ask.
Oleander huffs, sinking down against my chest. “Me being dumb.”
I run my fingers through his hair, sitting up so his head rests in my lap. “Can I be dumb now? Because I really want to suck your cock.”
“Holly!” he whines, muffled by my thighs.
“May I?”
Oleander looks up at me, kissing me softly. I feel something sharp against my lip, and when he pulls away, I see his sharp teeth and the abnormal widening of his mouth. “Don’t force yourself.”
“I’m not. Now, relax. Let me take care of you.” He sits with his back to the wall while I move between his long legs. I open up his pants, already seeing the start of an erection within, and I take my time unwrapping the treat. When his pearly white cock falls out, I’m fascinated.
“Holly,” Oleander moans again.
I take him in my hand, guiding him to my lips before I kiss the glans and move my mouth down the shaft. He’s big, but that’s not shocking considering his height. I moan against him, dragging my wet tongue all the way back up to the head. He breathes harshly, gasping as I kiss him. He trembles, and his cock grows harder. I take the tip into my mouth, suckling him slowly.
“How is it?” I ask him. “Everything okay?”
He looks so unprepared. “You feel amazing.”
I smile proudly. “I’m glad you like it.” I dip down again, licking and kissing him. “You deserve to feel good after how sweet you’ve been.”
He chokes back a moan. “W-what should I do now?”
“You can touch me if you’d like.” I wiggle my rear in the air. “Anywhere you can reach, it’s yours.”
Oleander gulps and his hand stretches out, first touching the top of my head before stroking down my back. His touch is timid at first, trying to be polite while also enjoying the mood. When he reaches my rump, I giggle. “Is that okay?” he asks.
I look up with drool on my lips. “More than okay. Go on.” I dip back down, slurping at him, which makes him cry out. His fingers tighten, sinking firmly into my rear. It feels so good. His fingers are so close.
“Something’s wet,” he rasps. “Something’s…” He finds my pussy, and his fingers dip gingerly into the folds. His fingers glide over the sensitive flesh as his cock throbs against my tongue. “You’re so wet.”
“You made me excited.” I sit up to look at him. “Can I try something?”
He nods, watching as I sit in his lap with my back to his chest. I rub myself against him, glazing his cock and feeling him intimately close against me. “Hot,” he moans deeply into my ear. His arms wrap around me, holding me tenderly as I rub against him. His hard shaft grazes my clit, sending small chills through my body. His moans make me feel powerful. I squeeze him between my thighs and when he comes, it shakes the world. He licks me clean, making me come on his exceptional tongue.
Later that evening, he drapes Cream and Wine around my neck again. I lie naked before him, feeling shy yet so ungodly beautiful in his gaze. He kneels between my legs, kissing my thighs. “What do you think?” I coo.
“Beautiful,” is all he can say before he tenderly bites my thigh.
Comments
LegallyBlindGamer727
Aww cute
