Yan!Jade x Vamp!Reader Drabble
“If you hate me so… then why do you smile so beautifully?”
Hands wrapped around his tender and proportioned neck; huffing on top of him like a savaged animal, pupils blown wide as your vision shakes and becomes disturbed. You’re practically drooling, frothing at the mouth as you eye him like food to feast upon. A surge of desire pumps through your veins, nails digging into his neck until it slowly creases into his skin.
Jade could throw you off quite easily. A simple thrust of his palm into your elbow and it’d be enough to break your arm inward, or perhaps a kick to the rear end to have you fall forward and then he would grab you by the shoulders to toss you off of him. Though, despite all the possibilities he could possibly enact, he lays there with no struggle. As if accepting what fate would befall upon him.
“You’re smiling as if you enjoy being choked yourself, Jade.”
Your voice is low and graveled, strained as you clench your jaws together. And despite that hungry smile you’re fighting back to hold, the urge to bite down onto him and drink his blood is even harder to withstand when he’s in your grasp like this.
“This is quite the sight to see you in, (name). It’s as if you might just eat me up alive, fufu~”
A click of the tongue is all you give in response, trying to keep your hands steady as you pin him on the floor. Your heart is thumping with a rapid pace and sweat drips down your face. Despite your hands wrapped around his neck, it's as if your hands has thoughts of its own and wants to wring him like a towel. But your sane state of mind is trying so hard not to hurt him and refrain from doing something you could regret.
“Are you… Out of your mind? Why aren’t you… Why aren't you doing anything?”
You feel his gloved hands slide up to your arm, the fabrics being rubbed against one another as he presses against your body. It makes you tense up even more, and in this state he can observe that your senses are so much more sensitive. Your hold on him isn’t tight enough for him to lose the air streaming through his lungs. But he could feel the restraining and shaking pressure against his skin and tendons as you try to hold yourself back.
“Oh aren’t you quite the hungry one? It’s quite amusing to see you holding me down like this with your hands around my neck. So starved. Hungry. Primal. Desperate. The things you fail to show when you aren’t looking at me so hungrily.”
His hands don't go to your wrists to try and pry you off, instead, he wraps his arms around your torso. As if encouraging you to drop lower and indulge in yourself. Teasing you, playing with you. Even though he's about to be choked, it’s as if he's planned for this moment. As if he’s still the one in control of this situation.
“Stop it Jade.” Your smile widens a bit bigger, your eyes widen just a little more as it focuses on a particular spot on his neck. Despite your protest, you feel your desires blinding you more and more, as much as you try to keep yourself together, your crazed and animalistic desire makes you smile big in joy as you’re about to feast for the first time.
“I’ve seen how you look at me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You tell me to stop, but you look so excited. Let me guess, is this going to be your first time? You’re practically exhilarated, (name).”
“Shut up. I… I don’t want to hurt you Jade.”
And as he continues to watch and observe your face, he can only squeeze out a chuckle as tears start to dwell in your eyes. Despite that excited smile on your face, you really don't want to do this. He can see that you’re trying so hard to pull yourself back, to refrain on what you really want to do. Because the moment you sink in your virgin fangs into his neck, and lap up his blood, there will be no going back.
Call him cruel all you want, but the truth is, Jade is. Jade wants to twist you up inside, watch you writhe and crumble, fill up his curious and sadistic, masochistic thoughts and desires. A sick and twisted, secretive freak that will not outwardly say- but display in manners where you’ll start questioning your own sanity. And all this is derived with his mere sense of corrupted love for you. Love that had bloomed in his pruned heart, a heart full of curious adventure that had spurred with enticement the moment he had found your secret.
“I’ll be alright, (name). Why don’t you go ahead and indulge yourself.” His voice is soft, as if whispering into your ear like the devil on your shoulder. His arms press more down against your back, pushing your shaking figure down against him. “I have plenty to spare, don't you worry my little Pearl.”
“I…I hate you Jade. I hate you… Why? Why would you…?” Your hot tears drip onto his cheeks, and your jaw finally loosens up. Releasing your hands from his neck, they adjust to lay on the hard floor beneath you both. The other hand goes over to the crown of his head, and you grab a fistful of his hair. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and yet his scent is making you drool.
“Jade… You’re really crazy for this… Please, stop me.” Your mouth is already open, your fangs out ready to take a hearty bite in as your fangs shimmer so intimidatingly. He helps himself out and leans his head to the side, as if giving you more room to take your bite. Displaying his tantalizing neck some more, making it look so much more delectable as his collars roughly undone to reveal more of his skin. “I won't be able to go back! Jade, you won't be able to go back!”
“I’m aware. Don’t be so afraid, (name). I made sure to taste extra good for you.”
Your fangs hover over him, and even though his last words reveal a sense of lingering mystery, it was already too late once you tasted the blood of his ravishing body.
A soothing pat on your head.
And a fistful of hair in yours.
Sevens, Jade was right. He did taste extra good. Or maybe, it was just because you were hungry. Still, his blood was delicious. And you hungrily suckled on the spot that you bit into, slurping every single last drop that seeped out of the opening you created into his skin.
You can hear him chuckling, his warm blood heating your throat with every gulping swallow you make going down your throat.
And once you had enough to satisfy your cravings, you felt as if you had captured your sanity again. Releasing him, you aggressively wiped your mouth and looked down at him with your chest rising and falling, panting as if you ran a marathon. Your face flushed, as he sat up to face you.
“Weren’t you scared that I could kill you?” Your tears still hotly seep down hitting the palm of your hands with fat drops.
“No. Because I knew you wouldn’t let me die. You’re too scared to let that happen.” He said as he rubbed the mark on his neck.
“I'm not bleeding?” All he could feel was your saliva coated around where your lips were being pressed against his neck. No streaks of blood, completely gone and not smeared or slated across his skin. You shook your head, wiping your mouth and the tears that you were slowly drying out as you held yourself together.
“No, my saliva ensures to close the wound back up once I'm done, um… Drinking.”
When you turn your attention back to his face, you can't help but harden your expression once you have gathered enough sense. What the hell was going on in Jade’s mind?
Call it a hunch, but Jade gets the feeling that you’ll come crawling back to him, again and again. Begging to drink more of him, allowing to be your little blood bag. But drinking such delicious blood doesn't come for free. Everything comes with a price, and Octavinelle is all about making bargains and deals.
And now that you’ve taken the bait, he’ll ensure you’ll stay and get yourself reeled. A carrot on a stick tactic that has been effectively used, and he won’t mind using it consistently if needed. If it’s for you.
“Let's make a trade, (name)”
A smile so wide, so cunning and sly. It's like he was looking down at you- you, trapped in a cage he was able to lure you in and lock you forever. As he pushes himself up from the ground, you get a tingling sense of his scent filling your lungs. When you scoot back, he leans forward.
“Everytime you want to feast upon me, you have to allow me to indulge in something from you as well. Be it from giving you little errands to run for me, or to somethings more sporadic. But don't worry, those things will only come when you’d like to feast. To make it an equal and fair trade of course.”
He leans over to you, hovering over you intimidatingly with his larger body. Caging you further to prevent you from escaping from his grasp. Clicking your tongue, you get a surge of goosebumps despite your hostile facial expression.
“Was this what you were after this whole time? Jade, you sly bastard.”
Is all you can seethe out. But god, now that his taste has already injected and poisoned your system, you can't help but get hooked up on it. To get addicted to it.
In fact, even though you just finished drinking his blood, a part of you wants to continue tasting him just to have his flavor continue coating around your taste buds. But you steel yourself by clenching your fists as you swallow your own saliva down your throat to coax yourself instead.
He knows he’s awakened something inside of you. Something primal, something desperate, something full of glutton. And oh does he love knowing you need him. The fact that you’ll desire him. Maybe not in the same sense as he desires you, but it’s close enough. It’ll eventually be the same thing. Afterall, the gears are already turning and the script to his plan is already playing out the way he planned. It’s all a matter of time as pieces start falling into place.
And did I forget to mention that Jade is a very, persistent and patient man?
