Okay, so~ This fic I made for Yuni who's super cool and awesome and is adorable (and some stupid anon sent stupid hate to her whisperes probably because they're jealous of her cuteness and yeah~
Just wanna say something real quick: I'm not experienced with writing fics, so I'm sorry if this sucks. :/ I know there are a lot of people out there waaaaay better than me at it, so I'll learn from them and keep on working to improve if i want to keep writing because to be honest i absolutely loved writing this but idk...
Also, I don't know if this is necessarily a trigger warning, but if you don't like blood or the thought of drinking blood you may not want to read.
And yeah.
Don’t you dare.
Don’t you fucking dare.
I swear to god if I get sent to voicemail I--
“Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging sys—”
Before he knew it, Xiumin’s phone had left his hand and was flying across the room. The loud shattering sound told him that his phone had been smashed against the wall, pieces of glass bouncing everywhere on the carpet.
Shit. Was that insured?
Oh well. Too late now. In all honesty, Xiumin didn’t care. All he knew was if he didn’t get his “fix” in at least ten minutes, he was going to go crazy.
He glanced down at his watch. 11:46 p.m.
She’s over a half an hour late… Xiumin thought angrily to himself. His cravings have never been this strong before. Against his sides he felt his hands trembling uncontrollably in anticipation. His head throbbed in pain, and his stomach started to twist. Sweat dribbled down the temples of his head.
He knew he should stop. He knew this addiction, what he was doing, wasn’t good for him.
So, why does he still do it? His self-control is usually pretty good—he’s never acted this way before. He’s never been as nervous as he is now. Even that one encounter with a whole nest of vampires he and his partner met up with unexpectedly last month in Little Rock was nothing compared to the anxiety he was feeling now.
Just then, a soft, subtle knock came from the door.
Xiumin’s hand was pulling against the doorknob before the visitor could even announce themselves. He pulled the door open swiftly, so hard that he accidentally made the door slam against the wall, leaving a hole in the wallpaper where the doorknob collided with the wall.
“Wow. Miss me?”
Xiumin scowled. “You’re late, Yuni.”
Yuni smiled coyly, pleased with herself at the sight of Xiumin’s sanity completely draining from him. “Sorry. Traffic.”
“Don’t you know how to pick up a damn phone?”
Yuni’s dark, demon eyes shimmered. “A simple, “Nice to see you, Yuni,” would be nice.”
Xiumin rolled his eyes. He threw his hand out and gripped it tightly against Yuni’s wrist. He tried to tug her inside, but Yuni’s pulled her arm back.
“Um, forgetting something?” she asked. Her eyes flickered down to the floor below, where a white line of salt was laid in front of the door.
Xiumin kicked the salt away and grabbed Yuni’s arm once again, this time successfully pulling her inside.
“You have no idea how crazy you’ve made me.”
Yuni smiled. “Good.”
Xiumin dragged her to the bedroom, where he forcefully pushed her down onto the bed. He ripped off her buttoned up shirt, revealing her in a black tank top. He smiled to himself.
Yuni pulled the pocket knife out of her back pocket and handed it to Xiumin. “Would you like to do the honors?”
She chuckled when his trembling hands took the knife from hers. Her chuckles broke into laughter as she watched him trying to open the pocket knife, but failing due to his shaking hands.
Although, once she felt the sharp, cold metal pull against her skin, she became quite. Yuni closed her eyes and just laid still, feeling her (or, should I say, her vessel’s) hot blood roll down her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as Xiumin’s lips met her skin and started to suck the liquid off her body.
Xiumin started to moan along with her as the hot, satisfying taste coursed down his throat. His headache started to fade, his stomach began to settle, and his anxious shakes came to a halt.
After a few minutes, Xiumin pulled away and looked down at Yuni. Her gaze caught his, and he smirked.
“What?” she asked, defensively.
He didn’t say anything. Yuni opened her mouth again to speak, but was instead met with Xiumin’s hot, moist lips against hers.
His kiss was rough, but passionate, making Yuni close her eyes and kiss him back just as rough. Her hands instinctively rose up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to her.
