Thinking of your best friend James who’s always so patient and sweet but gets frustrated one day and just fucks the shit out of you 😩
take it
chao yufan x bratty!reader
cw - nsfw, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex, cumming inside, cum eating, choking, big dick!james, filthy filthy shit, aftercare because james is still a sweet boy
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he was so kind, so sweet. he was practically the only person who tolerated your tendencies to act up any chance you got.
he would soften the crease between your brows with the pad of his thumb, ridding of your pout as he hugged you against his chest, allowing to to whine about how you didn’t get your way.
he would listen to your ranting with that attentive look in his eyes, the look that assured you he cared because he always did.
he would immediately tend to your needs the moment your foot stomped against the ground and your arms crossed against your chest. he would run around frantically, desperately trying not to worsen your mood as he masked his concern with a smile because why would he want to burden you further?
he didn’t have an issue with pampering you with anything and everything your heart desired because it was no secret that he was head over heels for you. he knew that you knew, but every passing day of you brushing it off, acting oblivious to his love fuelled the burning fire buried deep in his chest.
he was so kind, so sweet. you never expected him to hold you down against his mattress and push his dick into you inch by inch, smiling as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
‘what’s wrong, hm?’ his fingers tapped your cheek as he awaited an answer, something you were unable to give with the string of obscenities leaving your lips.
‘fuck! s’ too much-’
‘but this is what you wanted, isn’t it? you like pushing my buttons.’ he gritted out between clenched teeth, each thrust of his hips emphasising his words as your walls clenched around his fat cock.
‘no-’ he cut you off with his hand wrapping around your throat, his fingertips digging into the marked skin he was biting only a few moments ago. ‘yes, baby. you like pissing me off ‘cause you think i won’t do anything about it.’
his smile only widens at the sight of you shaking your head with a small whine. ‘s’ okay, honey. you don’t have to lie.’
he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his chest compressed against your own as he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while his cock continues to impale your insides.
it hurt so fucking good. every thrust stretching you open further, every thrust causing his tip to poke at your cervix, the bulge very evidently showing in your tummy.
‘james,’ you mewl, nails clawing against his bare back, ‘i can’t…’
‘really? it seems your pussy can, she’s squeezing me so tight, baby. i think she wants more.’ sweat glazes his forehead, small beads dripping down to his defined cheeks as his head cocked to the side, mocking you.
god, you wanted to slap the smile off his face and kiss it at the same time.
you couldn’t lie to yourself about the fact that you purposely irked him to this point, you couldn’t help it with the way he looked when he was angry; clenched jaw and eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as you could see the plotting behind his pupils, his plans of wanting to absolutely ruin you.
the bed creaked beneath you two, the headboard banged against the wall with every thrust. you would’ve pushed him to his limits sooner if you knew what he was hiding beneath his pants.
‘you can take it, baby. i know you can.’ he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek before smashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was everything but innocent; tongues clashed against each other as his grip on your neck kept you still.
you swore that he went deeper with every thrust. how could somebody be this big?
he panted against your lips, trying to keep himself balanced as he effortlessly rolled his hips over and over again, practically moulding the both of you into one.
it didn’t take long for you to finish; your lips shaped into a small ‘o’ with your eyes being furrowed shut. your nails left marks on his back as your legs were wrapped around his waist, an attempt to keep him close as your juices smeared all over his cock.
grunting against your lips, he came with a final thrust. he shoved himself deep into you, letting his warm cum coat your insides.
‘fuuuck-’ his groans filled your ears as he slowly pulled out of you, his tip resting on your tummy as he bought his fingers down to your dripping cunt.
he scooped up his leaking cum, bringing his coated fingers to your lips as his free hand held your jaw. ‘c’mon, taste what i did to you.’ - his smile returns as you open your mouth with the little energy you have left, savouring the flavour of you and him on your tongue.
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your eyes felt hazy and your body felt sore until a warm towel was suddenly against the inside of your thighs.
james ensured to be gentle was he wiped the mess layered on your skin - his free hand caressed your cheek with such tenderness, you never would have believed he was capable of what he did only a few minutes ago.
‘i warmed up the bath for you-’ his voice was equally as sweet as his current actions, ‘i’ll carry you there in a second, m’kay? i just wanna clean my baby up first.’
you couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling in your tummy. after all, he still was your best friend. but could you even call him that after what happened, after what he did to you? or rather, after he did you?
that was a conversation to be concerned about for another time. all you knew is that after your bath, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms the same way you always have, just that this time, it would have a deeper meaning.
sure, things will become complicated now but you can take it. you already took him.
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2 MONTHS is how long this bitch has been sitting in my drafts. 2 whole months. forgive me everybody but it is posted now 😓
i was gonna wait until after the poll to post this but i just couldn’t!
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what originally started off as a catch up on your day ended up with your back against the mattress and james laying on top of you.
he used his arms to support some of his weight in an attempt to prevent the risk of injuring you as his face was hidden in the crook of your neck. his lips gently graze against the soft skin, the breath of his shaky exhale leaving a trickling feeling.
‘i’ve missed you.’ his lips finally connect with your skin. he presses soft kisses against your neck, each one lasting longer than the last, and even gentler too.
‘when i was waiting, it felt like i was loosing my mind.’ his whiny voice took you by surprise as he lifts one of his hands to cup your face, his fingertips burning against your cheek as if the mere presence of you brings him to life.
‘i missed you too, james.’
what you didn’t miss though, was the way his eyes lit up. he was sure you could hear how loud his heart was thumping against his chest.
the sudden kiss swallowed your gasp. his lips felt right against yours, like the piece of a puzzle that slipped exactly into its place.
eyes were fluttered shut as the two of you melted against each other. his arms no longer supported him, but were now wrapped around your waist to arch you into him.
you felt the way his body began to faintly shake, his breathing turned ragged as his eagerness was now clear.
he broke the kiss with a groan, eyes shut and brows furrowed. you could practically smell his ache for you.
your expression seemed to relax as he presses a tender kiss to your exposed shoulder. ‘i love you,’ his words are a quiet suspire, ‘so much.’
your lips parted, but nothing came out. what could you possible say to the man who had such a predilection, such a longing towards you? how are you supposed to act when he gazes at you as if you have hung up the stars and the moon themselves? what are you able to do when he believes so deeply that your souls are intertwined, that even death would snivel at the idea of separating you two?
your mind filled with a thousand different thoughts as you froze, unsure of how to even breathe, until his reverent voice shattered your invisible cage.
‘you’re my girl.’ his words are muffled against your skin as his lips trail kisses down to your arm, reaching your palm. his body shifts with his actions, his chin now resting on your tummy as his hand holds your palm open to him, to his lips as they bear a lengthy and hankering kiss.
he knew what you were thinking, and the truth was that he didn’t need to do anything; the verity that you’re alive is more than enough for him.
cw: nsfw, making out, grinding, cum eating, fingering, worshipping, sex, big dick!james, james is reaaaally freaky
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freaky!james who kneels beneath you after a long day out. he watches you lean back on the couch while he undoes your heels, pressing a soft kiss to your foot before his lips trail up your leg, to your thigh, until your dress ends up bunched up at your hips and his face is pressed against your cunt.
freaky!james who doesn’t even need to have sex to get off. all it takes is a messy make out with tongues clashing against each other, your nails scratching against his bare back as his clothed cock rubs against you. he’s a sticky mess afterwards:(
freaky!james who loves when you take him in your mouth. you don’t need to suck him off; the feeling of your pretty lips being wrapped around his cock, the sounds of you gagging against his length is more than enough to have him moaning and cumming as he shoves himself impossibly deeper down your throat to ensure you taste every bit of him.
freaky!james who can’t control how loud he is when you suck and kitten lick at his tip, his pre-cum smearing all over your lips as your hands cup his fat balls, squeezing every now and then. he’d take that over a blowjob any day of the week.
freaky!james who fingers you until you’re a blabbering mess. his arm is wrapped around your waist to stop your squirming and to keep your back against his chest as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake. he can’t help but smile as incoherent blabbers leave your mouth while his fingers are plunged deep into your pussy, your juices dripping down his wrist.
freaky!james who kneels beneath you every time before you guys go out. his eyes are hazy as he gazes up at you, soaking in every bit of your beauty. he presses his face against your tummy, kissing over the fabric of your clothes before his nose is pressed against your covered cunt as he inhales deeply, his big hands groping your thighs while soft groans escape his lips.
freaky!james who will do it in every and any position. missionary consists of your chests pressed against each other, soft and slow kisses with his hand around your throat, squeezing gently. prone bone consists of his arm wrapped around your neck, his chest pressed against your back while his thrusts are deep and rough, his fat balls slapping your clit every time your pelvis connects with your lower back. doggy consists of his hand pressing your head against the pillow to ensure you keep still while his cock penetrates your insides, going deeper and deeper every thrust as his fingers have a bruising grip on your hips.
cw - sfw, kissing, worshiping, yearner!james, he’s so so desperate :(
overview - james is pathetically head over heels for you and believes it’s only one sided, unaware that you feel the same desperation as him; you’re just too stubborn to show it.
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loser!james who runs after you like a puppy no matter how many times you brush him off, acting like his hopeless attempts to impress you doesn’t make your heart race.
loser!james who carries your things without even needing to be asked, and without asking too. he grabs your shopping bags from the cashier after he pays, watching the way you stare at him with admiration judgement in your eyes before walking off to the next store to make him buy anything you lay your eyes on.
loser!james who loses his voice anytime you dress up. he watches you with wide eyes and his mouth agape as you walk out of the bedroom, new outfit hugging your body and your hair freshly done. his cheeks flush a crimson red as he struggles to speak, grabbing your purse with shaky fingers before walking you to the car.
loser!james who literally worships you after a night out. you guys will come home and he’s immediately on his knees, letting you sit on the couch as he kissed the instep of your foot before slipping your heels off. his fingers delicately rub the sore skin as his lips trail up your leg until his chin is resting on your thigh, eyes all hazy as he gazes up at you as if you have hung the stars and moon themselves. his lips are in a perfect little pout that you almost went to kiss him. almost.
loser!james who never leaves you alone during your tantrums. you can stomp your foot at him, yell at him, but all he does is simply hold your hands in his and gaze at you with eyes that hold so much urgency towards you; ‘i can’t, baby. please don’t make me leave.’ his voice is a soft murmur as he presses a gentle kiss against the back of your hand, awaiting your next demand to make you feel better.
loser!james who admires you whenever and wherever, it doesn’t matter what’s going on. his palms support his cheeks while his elbows are propped up on the table, eyes glued onto you as you ramble on about something he stopped paying attention to a long time ago. it’s not his fault he’s distracted, you’re just too pretty. not to say he doesn’t listen to you though, he remembers things that you forgot you even told him.
loser!james who never seems to pay any mind to the fact that you don’t reciprocate any of his actions. sure, it would make his heart whole if you did, but he’s very happy with the way things currently are. he has no issue giving himself up to your comfort and satisfaction, seeing your glossy lips curl up in a teethy smile makes it all worth it to him. although sometimes he does wish you could just love him back. silly boy, he doesn’t know that you already do!
loser!james who keeps tracks of all the little milestones in your guys’ relationship, if you can even call it that. he buys you flowers and chocolates on days that seem random to you, but mean everything to him. “today was the day you actually laughed at one of my jokes, don’t you remember?”, “today marks the date you actually let me kiss you! i was so happy, baby. do you think i could kiss you again? y’know, for old times sake…”, “today was the day of our first date. i know you don’t like to call it that but i can’t help it. d’you wanna go to that restaurant again, honey? you really liked the appetisers they had.” andddd you get the point. any small thing he experiences with you means the world to him, can you really blame him for wanting to celebrate each and every one of them?
loser!james who craves your touch like it’s the air he breathes. even if you shove him away playfully, the way your fingers feel against his skin makes goosebumps rise and his heart leap out of his chest. he’ll do anything just to feel that again, so don’t even ask what he’ll do to be able to hold your hand.
loser!james who loves to feed you. his smile practically reaches his eyes as he holds a spoonful of the dinner he cooked specifically for you in his hand. he gently cups your chin and raises your head while he brings the spoon to your lips; “say ahh, angel. and don’t worry, i made sure to use all the seasoning you like!” - you tell yourself you ate it because you’ve been craving the meal for a week, but deep down you know it’s because his smile makes your tummy feel fuzzy.
loser!james who loves to take care of you when you’re sick. he coos down at you, brushing stray hairs out of your face as he takes your temperature, and he kisses your forehead with such sensitivity as he spoon feeds you his homemade remedy soup. it doesn’t matter to him that you’re all weepy and sniffly, it just makes him want to take care of his baby more. he doesn’t care if he gets sick afterwards, he just believes that it proves the two of you are meant for each other, that you’re stuck together no matter what.
loser!james who wants you so fucking bad, it makes his heart physically ache. he’s in need of you every single day. he wants to pamper you with kisses, worship you, love you - he can’t wait until the day you finally let him, and you can’t wait until the day he finally finds out that you’re just as pathetic and stupid for him as he is for you.
overview - james never fails to keep his patience when it comes to dealing with you and your tendencies to act up any chance you get.
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‘what’s wrong, hm?’ his fingers brushed gently against your cheek as you stayed pouting, arms crossed.
‘nothing! just leave me alone.’ your angry mumbling didn’t faze him at all, it never did.
‘that’s alright, baby. i can wait.’
it pissed you off. he pissed you off. i mean seriously, how can he stay so calm all the time? doesn’t he ever get fed up?
your scowl at his words did nothing to rid of the smile etched onto his face as he finally retracted his hand from your face, letting it drop onto his lap.
your storming off didn’t stop his grinning either.
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5, 10, 15…
it never took longer than 20 minutes for you to find your way back to him with your signature pout and that stomp of your foot he adores.
he finds it funny, really. how many times is it going to take for you to understand that nothing you could ever do will throw him off? too many. he’s still counting.
your silent treatment always broke within 5 minutes of him holding you in his arms despite your efforts to stop it as he murmured sweet nothings into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.
your whining never lasted more than a couple moments after he cups your face in his hands, pressing his lips against yours to shut your little mouth up before he breaks the kiss with a smile. ‘whatever you want, sweetheart. just ask me nicely, okay?’ is murmured against your skin and suddenly, you’ve lost your voice. where did all that fire go?
and your tantrums? well, they never lasted more than 20 minutes.
5, 10, 15…
as if right on cue, he hears your padded footsteps against the floor at the expected time.
‘hi, baby.’ he smiles, turning his phone off to face you.
you scowl in return.
his smile only widens, and so do his arms. ‘c’mere’.
it takes you a couple of seconds before your feet move against the floor once more, making your way towards him reluctantly before you plop yourself onto his lap, trying your hardest not to melt in opposition to his arms wrapped around you.
guess he has to work a little harder today.
‘i missed you.’ his whisper softens your heart, but your body stays tense.
‘i don’t like it when my girl stays away from me.’ the pad of his thumb presses down gently against the pout on your lips.
silence falls upon you two before you finally relax against him, routinely resting your head against the crook of his neck.
‘sorry, james..’ it was quiet, but it still meant a lot to him.
‘that’s okay, baby.’ his grin can’t help but bring a small smile onto your face before he closes the gap between you both, kissing you.
this time, you don’t fight it. you melt immediately against him, eyes fluttering shut as he holds the back of your neck, pressing your lips harder against his own to make sure that this time, you don’t run off.
both of you knew it’s going to happen again; your attitude, your reluctance, and your tantrums. that knowledge doesn’t bother james one bit because after all, he can wait.
cw: nsfw, very suggestive, making out, grinding, implied sex, needy!james, big dick!james
don’t like? don’t read! don’t come complaining to me.
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the sounds of james’ whimpers were muffled by the kiss that had your limbs tangled on his bed.
the original plan was to go to his in order to finish off work that was battered on about by your teachers, but james just couldn’t help himself. he knew it was important, but what was he supposed to do when his pretty girl looked so tempting?
his arms were wrapped around your waist as one hand was pressed against your lower back, arching it so your chest could be pressed against his own while his tongue is shoved into your mouth.
the kiss was messy; lips were bruised and tongues were clashing against each other while spit dribbled down your chin.
his shirt had a few buttons undone while his tie was loose and wrapped around your wrist, pulling him impossibly closer against you.
as the kiss deepened, so his his need for you. his growing erection poked against the fabric of his boxers as he rutted against your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness soaking him through the barricade of clothes between you.
he broke the kiss with a moan as he felt his pre-cum smear all over his sensitive tip. his pressed his forehead against yours, causing his glasses to slide down and fall on the tip of his nose. his lips curled upwards as you giggled, pushing his frames back to their place before capturing his lips in another kiss, gentler than the last one, but equally as needy.
‘when’re you gonna start the work?’ your angelic voice broke him out of his trance as his eyes met yours, needful and perverse.
his smile turned into a smirk as he situated himself on his knees before pushing up the fabric of your skirt, revealing your soaking panties that did little to cover your pussy as he removed the garment.
‘homework can wait.’
his cock sprung out, smacking against his tummy when he pulled down the waistband of his boxers. his pre-cum smeared all over his skin before he tapped the tip against your sopping cunt.
now matter how many times you’ve seen his cock, the size never fails to surprise you. it’s fascinating how he manages to fit himself into you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. the stretch, the sting that feels so good is exactly what you enjoy, and it’s exactly what you’re gonna get.
cw - nsfw, jerking off, kissing, cumming in panties, desperate!james
overview: eager to be a part of you at all times, james cums in your panties and makes you keep them on.
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his soft groans filled your ears as he hovered above you, one hand supported his weight while the other was wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down as his hips buck forwards, craving a release.
your soft whimpers brought his eyes up to yours. ‘james-’, he cuts you off with a kiss, breathing raggedly against your lips. ‘please. please let me, baby.’
he smiles as you hold open your panties, stretching the fabric for him. ‘oh fuck- thank you! thank you-’ he moans against your neck as he shoved the head of his cock into the garment, legs shaking while ropes of his cum soak the material.
‘you’re so sweet to me, baby.’ the messy strands of his hair tickle your neck as he presses gentle kisses against the skin. ‘my sweet girl, thank you’.
he shifts his body, his face now in line with your glistening cunt. he’s quick to pull your panties up, his cum smearing against you as a gasp escapes your lips in reaction to the cold sensation.
his grin widens as he taps your crotch, ensuring he’s spread all over your pussy. your squirming doesn’t faze him one bit.
‘s’ yucky!’ the scrunch of disgust on your face makes him grin, ‘i know, angel. it’s just for today, ‘kay?’ he gives the inside of your thigh a lengthy kiss, his lips a warm contrast to his cum.
‘i jus’ wanna be close to you all day,’ he lifts your hips up with one hand as the other pulls up your shorts, ‘and this helps me feel that.’ his pupils are dilated, eyes hazy as they hold a kind of desperation you’ve never seen within him before.
‘i never want my sweet girl to be apart from me.’
and suddenly, that icky feeling doesn’t feel too bad.
cw - suggestive, stalking, kissing, biting, blood, reader gets turned, desperate!james, james is so very sweet despite his contradictory actions :( ⟡ wc - 1.9k
overview - your fascination towards the forest was his only way of being able to see you, watch you do things from afar that he longed to do with you. his belief that he would be alone forever vanished the moment he saw you stumble upon his castle that was hidden far from anywhere you’ve ever explored in the sea of trees.
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it wasn’t natural for the townspeople to go into the woods. the most they did was stay at the opening, collecting herbs for their cooking and supply their water from the small river that flowed in between the trees.
the truth was that they were afraid of what lurked further down in the areas they didn’t dare to step foot near.
you thought it was silly.
since a young age, you were drawn to the scenery that seemed to terrify your friends and family around you. you never understood why they cowered behind fabricated stories and rumours.
anytime you were able to slip away from everybody, you would use it as an opportunity to sneak into the forest and explore the undiscovered beauty.
little did you know that when you were watching the eye-catching terrain, something else was watching you; a creature that had been considered extinct for centuries.
anytime you snuck into the forest, he was there. whether he was hidden in the treetops or ducked down behind bushes, he was there.
his eyes would trail over the way you walked, the way your eyes lit up at the sight of greenery you’ve never seen before, the way you hair fell over your eyes, the way your lips looked so endearing…
but that’s all he did; watch.
there were so many times where he got so close to showing himself to you, so many times where he could’ve touched your hair and smelled the lingering scent of your shampoo on your scalp.
there were many times where he could’ve reached out and let his cold hands contrast against your warm ones, so many times where he could’ve interlocked his fingers with your own while pressing gentle kisses to the back of your hand, letting them trail up your arm until he planted his lips against yours; but he didn’t. he couldn’t.
he didn’t want to scare you.
he was grateful to your curiosity of the forest, it was the only way he could keep his eyes on you.
he feared the town the same way the townspeople feared the forest. you were the outline that deviated against the standard.
you were the divine that brought light upon his dull life, so he decided to bring some to yours.
he experimented something. he began planting different flowers each week by the river that flowed extensively beneath the leafage.
when he saw the way your smile practically reached your eyes as you delicately picked each one, creating your own bouquet, he continued to execute his attempt to bring you joy.
it brought ache upon his heart that he wasn’t able to give you the flora himself, but your familiar beam managed to bandaged that wound.
it’d only last so long until his craving for you increased, but he couldn’t act upon this.
he didn’t want to scare you.
he was grateful to your curiosity of the forest, until it led you to a vine and plant covered castle buried deep within the trees, buried further than anywhere you’ve ever explored before.
panic rouse in his body as he observed you from the roof, watching as you pressed your palm flat against the concrete, running your fingers to feel every chip and crack etched into the surface before your eyes fell onto the gate.
no. you couldn’t.
he watched you slip through the gap in between the barbed gates.
stop right now.
your curiosity that he was once appreciative towards was now causing him to debate everything. what could he do to stop you? what could he do to make you stay away?
everything he built, the silent connection the two of you had would be ruined the moment you saw him, the moment you realise something like him still exists.
he watches your eyes widen in awe at the doors that stood before you. they were tall, arched at the top and made of a thick timber that had meticulous carvings sculpted into it.
your hands found the ringed door knobs and without a second thought, you pushed against them.
the hinges of the doors creaked as you pushed them open, revealing the gorgeous vestibule of the property.
the walls were high, covered by a regal wall paper and archaic paintings that undoubtedly dated back to hundreds, maybe even a thousand years ago.
your eyes lit up at the sight of the dual staircase leading up to the second floor. they were made out of the same material as the front doors, the handrails incorporating similar intricate engravings in the wood.
god, it was beautiful.
you couldn’t fathom how you managed to stay away from this for so long, he couldn’t fathom why you weren’t able to stay away longer.
he watched you meander around the concourse, unaware of the inaudible footsteps that followed behind you.
he didn’t want to scare you.
a sudden voice broke you out of your thoughts; ‘you shouldn’t be here.’
you were quick to turn around, but he was quicker. in a blur of movement too fast for human reflexes to track, he was suddenly across the room, standing directly infront of you, pressing your back against the wall as his fingers dug into your shoulders, keeping you still.
you were now able to clearly see his sharp features that were undeniably alluring, putting aside the frightening circumstances.
it was only then you noticed his eyes that were coloured crimson, and his piercing canines that shone in the dim lit room as he scowled down at you.
what the fuck is he?
his voice echoed in your head as you tried to organise your thoughts.
‘if i shouldn’t be here, then why are you?’
his brows furrowed at your words. he seemed almost frustrated that you weren’t fighting him, that you hadn’t told him to pull away. he seemed stunned at the fact that you spoke back rather than quiver in fear.
he was an immortal monster, dreaded by many, seen by none. why did your eyes hold more curiosity than terror? why is it always your curiosity?
there’s a reason he’s drawn to you.
‘you should be running,’ he murmured, his voice a quiet threat, ‘you should be screaming.’ his eyes narrowed down at you. ‘why aren’t you?’
‘i don’t think there’s any need for those.’ you retaliate, analysing his face, watching it fall into shock.
‘don’t you know what i am?’
‘of course i do,’ your voice lowers, as if you’re trying not to scare him away, ‘that’s why i wanna know more.’
you and your damn curiosity.
he bites his bottom lip so hard it draws blood, his canines digging into his skin as his mind races.
why aren’t you scared?
he doesn’t move when you trail your hands up to his face. he doesn’t move when your thumb wipes the blood dripping down his skin and you gaze at it closely as if it can explain why he is what he is, as if it hold the secret to why he’s still alive.
he doesn’t move when you lift up his bloodied lip to reveal his canines, his sharp fangs that are the cause of his injury. he doesn’t move, but the effect it has on him is clear with the way his breathing goes ragged and his eyes soften back into their natural brown state rather then the sharp red that would have anybody trembling in their boots, anybody but you.
you and your damn curiosity.
‘you’re pretty for a vampire.’
your voice snaps him out of his trance, and he can’t help but let a laugh slip past his lips, his blood staining his teeth. how could something meant to be scary be so beautiful?
‘pretty? is that what you call somebody who can take your life within a second?’ his smile doesn’t waver. his eyes narrow down at you, as if he’s challenging you to fire back.
‘if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done so already.’ you got him there. ‘so why haven’t you?’
‘maybe because i like you.’
you tried to ignore the butterflies that rose within your tummy, filling you with a warmth that soothed your head but made your heart practically burst out of your chest.
‘tell me something; when i bite you, do you want it to hurt?’ his hand found your throat, his fingers gently enclosing around it, giving a soft squeeze to test the waters.
another challenge.
‘when? you sound sure of yourself.’ your strike back only seemed to widen his smile.
‘i am.’ and with that, he kissed you. it was anything but gentle; his desperation seeped through the same way his tongue found its way into your mouth, clashing against yours as you tasted the irony flavour of his blood, the same blood that was now smeared on your lips.
for something that was meant to be cold and disconnected, he sure was needy.
his grip around your neck faltered for a moment as you kissed him back, before tightening again in an attempt to keep you still, an attempt to keep himself grounded. he wanted to make sure you were real, not just one of the many fantasies his mind created on his sleepless nights. he wanted to make sure you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
his body trembled with the effort to hold back as he deepened the kiss.
he didn’t want to scare you.
he broke the kiss with a heavy sigh, the breathe tickling your lips.
the proximity between you two was maddening. all his years of self-restraint and control began to crumble as he leaned close, ducking his head so the tip of his nose grazed the pulse point of your neck.
his eyes fluttered shut, a low growl erupting from his throat as he inhaled deeply. your scent was so strong, so sweet, so different. maybe that was what intrigued him.
he could hear, feel the rapid thrashing of your heartbeat - a dangerous, unhinged glint flashed behind his eyes that held so much emotion, so much tormentation from his years of loneliness.
a jagged gasp left your lips as his fangs sunk into your neck, the sharp bite piercing your skin.
the feeling of your pulse rippling against his teeth makes him groan, the sound vibrating against your skin in a way that tingles, in a way that makes you crave more.
his fingers gripped your hips, the tightness almost bruising as he finally takes what he’s been waiting for the moment he laid eyes on you.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mind hazy as you feel your heartbeat pulsating throughout your whole body.
why was something that you were taught was painful feel so good? why did it feel so right?
he lapped at the blood, his tongue cold against your neck as he licked you clean.
he allows you to catch your breath as your legs give out, your arms wrapping around his torso as he keeps you steady against him.
he presses his bloodied lips against your cheek, a gentle contrast from how he was handling you a few moments ago.
his voice was gruff, but it held a specific tenderness, a humanity that even he hasn’t seen in himself since he planted those flowers for you.
‘for eternity.’
years of waiting, years of patience and his dedication towards you and your happiness finally paid off - you were finally his, forever.
