A/N: I’ve been working on Shu’s for the past three weeks and stopping to do chapter 3 of my ao3 fanfic then went off to do a genderbent scenario, my brain is just somewhere over the rainbow atp. If I post this is bc y’all didn’t like the Chicago rhing ;( so uh…. Enjoy and I’ll see y’all soon…
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ — Dating Shu Sakamaki came with a lot of different things, despite the lazy boy you adored who was always in a supposed slumber actually was a thief.
The relationship had been going strong for eight months but during the six month period you began noticing the disappearances of your belongings, from simple, unnoticeable items like pens and hair ties — before growing bolder and stealing your underwear.
You had your suspicions on his half brother, Laito. The world renowned sex phased phenomenon but, Shu had began acting differently when you brought the matter to the table in which he would tell you he doesn’t need your things or ignores you, simply.
On the mild autumn afternoon, you arrived at the mansion unbeknownst to Shu or any of his brothers; you were here to retrieve your missing possessions and find out who was conducting these raids on your belongings.
After climbing the gate, you arrived onto the doorstep ; you didn’t have a key so as a new resolution — you used a Bobby pin.
Twisting and turning before the locked made a ‘click’ and you pushed it open to reveal the foyer. Shu’s room was in the higher levels of the mansion, between a lounging area and a music room. How very niche of Shu.
Pushing open the door; a record player and vinyls shelved on the walls and then there was his white duvet bed, a simplistic view made the butterflies in your stomach ease a bit. You didn’t have to go through clutter to see if he actually does have anything held hostage.
You began heisting your search behind his desk, his wardrobe which was aesthetically neat but like once again — there was nothing.
You huffed frustratedly, crossing your arms as you took a perch on his comfortable bed, think like Shu… where would shu keep his things that he wanted to hide from Someone? He’s not cocky like Ayato or eye catching like Laito.
Travelling your eyes around once more before halting your gaze on something…. Big… dark… and ominous looking.
Your brows furrowed as curiosity piqued you — standing up — you made toward the big box. No visible lock, no trespassing note, it was almost like you were supposed to open it. Unveiling the box, your furrowed brows rose as you were met with your missing belongings.
“What the hell….” You murmured, pulling stacks of underwear, your perfume in sample bottles labeled and the exact amount of sprays you used. He had kept these captive in this box for a more than sixty days and you hadn’t even thought to search earlier…
“Rummaging through a vampire’s private collection? You’ve got a lot of nerve, you little thief.”
The chilly autumn air in the room suddenly feels frozen solid. That low, gravelly voice sends a violent shiver down your spine, instantly pinning you to the spot.
You whip your head around. Standing right in the shadow of the Lace curtains is Shu. He isn't wearing his school uniform jacket—just his loose, cream colored sweater with the sleeves pushed up. His eyes, usually half-lidded and dull, are wide open, glowing an intense, predatory blue in the pale moonlight.
He didn't skip school to sleep; he skipped it because he knew exactly when you'd break in.
Before you can even scramble to your feet or form an excuse, Shu moves with blinding, vampiric speed. In a fraction of a second, the distance between you vanishes.
His heavy, solid frame slams into you, knocking you flat against the cold floor right next to the open box. You gasp as his cold hands pin your wrists above your head.
He doesn't look lazy anymore. There is a dark, simmering amusement in his expression as he looks down at your flushed, panicked face.
“Did you really think you were being clever?” he murmurs, his hot breath brushing against your ear. “Using a bobby pin on the front door... trampling into my space while the others are away. You're quite the bold little stalker, aren't you?”
“Shh.” He presses a cold finger firmly against your lips, cutting you off instantly. “I told you before to be quiet. You're in my room, uninvited, digging through my things. That makes you the thief tonight.”
He shifts his weight, keeping you securely pinned with one knee between your thighs. With his free hand, he reaches blindly behind him, straight into the dark depths of the glory box.
His fingers wrap around something silky and long; the exact silk cords you used to tie back your bedroom curtains, another item he had quietly purloined weeks ago.
“Since you're so eager to be close to my collection,” Shu whispers, his voice dropping into a seductive, dangerous purr, “I think you should stay right here. Let's see how loud you scream when I finally take what I've been craving for the last two months.”
He tightens his grip on your wrists, his gaze fixed on yours with a piercing intensity that makes it impossible to look away. The silence of the manor feels heavy, amplifying the sound of your own heartbeat as it thunders against your ribs.
“You like making things so difficult, don’t you…” he said softly but there was no kindness in his tone before he added: “you couldve just asked…”
He slowly reaches back into the box, his fingers grazing the items he had taken from you. He pulls out the perfume bottle, uncapping it with a flick of his thumb.
The familiar scent fills the small space between you, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile air of the room.
“I kept these because they smell like you. They feel like you,” he admits, his voice a low hum. “And now that you've found them, you’ve realized just how much I've been watching you. Every little thing you do, every place you go... I've been there in the shadows.”
He leans in closer, his nose brushing against the curve of your neck. You can feel the sharp edge of his fangs just grazing your skin, a silent reminder of what he is.
“So, what should the penalty be for a thief who breaks into a vampire's sanctuary?” he asks, his grip on your wrists remaining firm but not painful. “Perhaps you should stay here for a while and explain yourself. After all, the others won't be back for hours, and I find I'm much less tired than usual.”
A beat. Before he spoke again;
The command hangs in the quiet air, heavy and absolute. You look up at him, your breath hitching as your heart hammers against your ribs. Shu doesn't blink; his blue eyes watch your hesitation with a dark, knowing look, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
He seems to enjoy the silence, letting the weight of the moment stretch out between you. “Don't look so frightened,” he purrs, his voice dropping as he leans back against the headboard, the image of effortless lethargy.
He watches you with a gaze that is both tired and intensely focused, as if he is memorizing every flicker of emotion on your face. He gestures lazily toward the space beside him, making it clear that despite his teasing nature, he isn't finished with his “punishment" for your intrusion.”
“You were so curious about my things,” he continues, his voice a low hum that vibrates in the stillness of the room. “But curiosity has a price. Since you decided to claim a look at what I keep hidden, it is only fair that you stay right here while I decide what to do with you.” He shifts slightly, his heavy frame exuding a sense of calm authority.
He doesn't move to touch you further, but the way he tracks your every movement makes you feel pinned to the spot. He seems content to simply observe your reactions, finding a slow, deliberate pleasure in your discomfort. “Look at you, all flushed and trembling,” Shu taunts softly.
"Was it the thrill of the hunt that got you so worked up, or was it the thought of me catching you in the act? A thief should have a better poker face than that.” You turn your face away, but the intensity of his presence makes it impossible to truly ignore him. He doesn't let you retreat into yourself, instead using his words to keep your attention fixed entirely on him.
“You're staying right here,” he murmurs, his eyes finally fluttering shut as he settles into the pillows, though he keeps a firm grip on the atmosphere of the room. “You're too exhausted to run away now, and I’m too tired to chase you. You'll stay right here... exactly where I want you.”
The silence stretches between you, thick and intoxicating. With a slow, fluid movement that completely contradicts his lazy posture, Shu sits up. He reaches out, his cold fingers looping around the silk cords he had retrieved from the box.
Without a word, he pulls your wrists together, deftly binding them with a tight, practiced knot before securing the other end to the heavy wooden spindle of his headboard.
You try to yank your arms back, but the silk holds firm. You are trapped, completely at his mercy on the expanse of his white duvet. “Shu, please...” you whisper, your voice shaking.
“I told you to be quiet,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw before pressing firmly against your lower lip, forcing it down. “A thief doesn't get to negotiate.”
He reaches for the stolen sample bottle of your perfume. With a flick of his thumb, he pops the cap off. He doesn't spray it in the air; instead, he tips the bottle, pouring a slow, cool drizzle of the liquid directly over your bare collarbones and the valley between your breasts.
The sharp, overwhelming burst of your own scent fills the space, making your head spin. Shu lowers his head, his nose brushing against the wet trail on your skin. He inhales deeply, a low, satisfied growl rumbling in his chest. “Perfect. You smell exactly like my room now.” He doesn't wait. His hand slides down your body, gripping your waist with surprising force as he drags you down the mattress until your hips are aligned with the edge of the bed.
He drops to his knees on the cold floor, stepping into the space between your thighs and parting them wide.Your breath hitches as the chilly autumn air hits your bare skin, but the heat radiating from Shu’s gaze burns through you. He looks up at you from his position on the floor, his blue eyes gleaming with an intense, predatory hunger that makes your knees tremble.
“Let's see if you're as loud as I think you are,”
he whispers against your inner thigh.His hands grip the backs of your knees, pinning your legs flush against his shoulders to keep you completely open and unable to squirm away. Then, he leans in, and his tongue makes contact with your hypersensitive core.
You bucked your upper half as his tongue pressed down against your clit with pressure before sucking the small bud in, a groan withdrawing from his throat as he thrived on your wetness. A choked whimper escaped you as your eyes despite being blinded by the silk looked down in the direction where he was teasing a You with a smirk on his face.
A slight gust of wind blew past you, deliberately causing you Buck forward bounce on his face.
Shu’s eyes darted up at your blinded ones, his teeth grazing your folds light before harshly licking through them; the sensation tensed your body even more, desperately craving more than what you bargained for.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you…”
“Yes…. Yes, I’ll be a good girl.”
Being pleased with your answer — he flipped you and him over. His back now met the mattress while your pussy hovered his greedy mouth before he pushed your hips down so he can ravish you once more. This time your thighs were free from his iron grip so you began grinding from his bottom lip to whwn your clit touched the tip of nose.
He let out groan which in tandem with your moan as you began going faster — your hips jittering as his tongue made pace unlike anything he had done before… always taking his time, slow and teasing now fast and desperate?
He stole your things now you were stealing that tongue for your own pleasure.
“Shu…. Oh… fuck…” eyes rolling back as your body reached its peak, tensing and stilling as you came in his mouth before slightly collapsing forward. A thin sheet of sweat covered your skin, hair sticking to your forehead…. You were glad you discovered that glory box…
Chucking a record on from an album by Portishead, he held you close to his now naked chest, the skin to skin contact soothed yous, as yous slowly but sensual made out… the moon highlighted the silver of the intimacy going on as the white orchids swayed slightly from the cool breeze of the open window, exposing yous more to the perfect night sky as you cuddled up with your thief…
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