#vampire nanami

Perhaps then, he wouldn’t be standing across the street with his gaze locked onto your form while you dine out with another gentleman who most certainly isn’t Nanami Kento.

Everything feels so familiar here, like he’s lived this scene before, because he has. But foreign as well, because he’s an outsider now, no longer a part of your world. Not by his choice. Nanami would never choose to be watching the life he once had played out before him. It feels like some sort of sick joke, like he’s being mocked as he’s watching as you do all the things you used to do with him before you’d up and left one morning, knowing it’d be impossible for him to follow you for quite some time. It gave you one hell of a head start, and it took Nanami awhile to find you again. 

But oh, he did find you. And here you are, sitting with another man in the very late hours of the night, at some hole in the wall food stand across the street of a busy intersection. You can’t see Nanami, not from this distance he’s put between you two. But he can absolutely see you, clear as day. Every movement you make, every twitch of muscle, he sees it. 

He can hear you, too– hear your laugh, your heartbeat, your breath, the rush of your blood flowing through your veins. He hears it. Everything.

Nanami watches, his eyes hardening when the man beside you slides his plate over and you take a bite of his meal. That used to be him with you at whatever shit hole you’d chosen for your date.

Nanami had always appreciated that about you. Sure, you enjoyed the occasional fancy night out at Nanami’s insistence – getting dolled up and dining at a Michelin star restaurant. But you much preferred the lowkey vibes of grabbing a bite to eat at a smaller establishment or local street vendor. Even if you knew that wasn’t Nanami’s scene.

“It just brings less attention to you,” you’d reason.

And Nanami isn’t an idiot. He could read between the lines. What you meant was it brings less attention to the fact that he never orders anything to eat, not even a bread roll. The waitresses would give him strange looks, glancing at your table occasionally as he simply watched you consume your meal while the most he could stomach was a glass of water at best.

It really can’t be helped. Human food makes Nanami viscerally ill, after all. If anything, you may have been more concerned that Nanami was eyeing the staff like they were on the menu.

He’d be lying if he said the sight of you sharing another man didn’t upset him. Not only did you give another man the place beside you that was once his own, you’ve welcomed him into your routine. Welcomed him to the smiles that were once meant for only his eyes. Welcomed him to the laughs that Nanami can hear even above the noise of this late night traffic across the road.

Simply put, you seem to have replaced him. You’ve moved on, tossed him aside for another. And it’s more than Nanami can say for himself.

It’s been months since you ended your relationship, and he just can’t seem to let you go. He knows he should. He knows that he shouldn’t be watching you the way he does. He can’t help it. Besides, it’s not as if you know what he’s doing. He usually keeps his observing to a healthy distance, only to ensure you’ve made it home safely. That you’re tucked into your bed and definitely not out on dates with new men.

Not too far, but not too close either. It’s become a habit for him. He works from home until the late morning, then he sleeps, because what else is he to do? He wakes up once the stars are visible in the sky, then heads straight to your home. And on days he’s not able to get to you because he’s busy…having dinner (sometimes it’s for business reasons!)…he just hopes you’re doing what you usually do on a lazy night; sitting in your pajamas and curled under the soft blankets he’d purchased for you early on in your relationship.

He likes to think you’d kept something that reminded you of him. Do you think of him? Because he thinks of you. Always. If his standing here staring at the back of your head like a madman isn’t any indication. He keeps all your little trinkets, too. Anything you’d left behind, he has. 

He’s lived a long life, human emotion having long been cast aside, and your presence awoke something in him. At the time, he couldn’t quite place this feeling and didn't bother digging any deeper for answers. But it’s your absence that provides the knowledge he never sought out. It reminds him that he was once human. That he was once capable of feeling more than insatiable hunger, the need to feed off another.

He’s capable of desire, of love. Nanami doesn’t think he’ll ever feel the way he does about you for anyone else.

Unfortunately for him, that doesn’t seem to be the case for you, as you appear to have finally started seeing someone new. But unfortunately, you’ve made the grave mistake of opting for what appears to be a date that falls within Nanami’s most active hours.

He’s used to the shadows, as it feels most like himself to hide under the cover of darkness. It’s how he was able to find you, able to sense that you’re even breathing and content sighs when you slept were noticeably absent when he’d found himself doing his nightly “check in” on you.

So he does what any concerned ex-boyfriend would do. He follows the sound of your heartbeat. All the way here, where you’re having far too much fun for his liking.

Brown eyes stare as you and your date finally wrap up dinner. Your date helps you from your stool, and you idly chat before he wraps you in a tight hug and Nanami feels his blood boil. Well, if he had a beating heart, he imagines his blood would be boiling. 

How dare this man put his hands on you so affectionately? And how dare you receive it so happily? Did all your time together – the kisses, the moans, the love you shared – mean nothing to you?

Fuck this. He’s going over there. 

But the moment your date leaves you and you turn to head the opposite direction, Nanami is torn. Should he follow you? Or should he follow your date? On the one hand, he wants to see what you’re up to, if you’re going home and if not, who and where are you going to? On the other, he’d love to sink his teeth into your date's jugular and rip his larynx out. So many tempting choices…but he opts for the former.

He’s on your tail quickly. He’s determined to speak to you, has to see you and confirm that you’re done with him for good. His body moves fast, hurrying through the crowd to try and catch up to you before you can slip through his grasp again. He won’t accept this. He’s given you ample time to come back. He won’t wait a moment longer.

When the crowd thickens in the busier part of the city, it becomes harder for Nanami to see you. The sounds of different heartbeats blend with your own and your scent becomes more difficult to track when you mix in the shitty perfumes and cheap colognes. Before long, he's lost you. 

His eyes dart around, quickly and thoroughly scanning every face and body in the crowd. But none of them are you. He's certain of that. Deep breaths, Nanami takes several of them focusing on the familiar rhythmic beat of your heart. The pedestrians move around him as he stands still, eyes closed as he focuses. They mutter their curse words or pardon themselves, but he can’t be bothered to listen to anything but you. 

At least a minute passes before he hears it. It's faint at first, but it's there. The light thumping of your heart. He follows it, all the way into a dark alley. And then the panic sets in. 

Why would you be here of all places?

Why is your heartbeat so quiet?

Are you in trouble?

“What the hell are you doing, Kento?” Your harsh voice has Nanami spinning on his heel, the tone unfamiliar to him. 

There you are, in all your glory. Beautiful as he remembers, though it’s not as if he hasn’t seen you recently. He just hasn’t seen you this close in awhile. The neon signs of the city cast a cute glow along your skin and Nanami has to resist smiling. Because you're also so very pissed, arms folded across your chest and a deep frown sitting on your lips. And yet, you still manage to mesmerize him.

“I was just out–” he begins coolly, but you cut him off.

“Out…Out what exactly?” You ask. “Out…following me?”

He should lie. 

He should tell you that he would absolutely never do something as outlandish as following your scent like some cartoon hound dog floating through the air as they chase the smell of food. But that may be hard to believe seeing as that’s how you two started out in the first place – with Nanami searching for his next meal (you) and you somehow charming him into taking you out to dinner instead. What a twist.

Weeks later, he would reveal himself to you as the blood hungry creature of the night he is. And you’d accept him for exactly who he was.

And still, he should lie. 

So that at least you feel a little better. Maybe you’ll think this is just some coincidence that he’s run into you in this dank alleyway in the middle of the night, but he doesn’t bother. You know him. And well, at that. 

So he tells the truth. All of it. 

Your laugh is dry, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to keep your composure. No one is around, save for the people passing by on the sidewalk, not sparing a single glance into the shadows where you hide with your ex-boyfriend. Still, you don’t want to draw any attention to the two of you. Less for either of your sake, and more for the poor person who deigns to interrupt.

“So you’ve been following me…”

Nanami wouldn’t exactly put it that way, but…

“Yes.” 

Okay, maybe he would.

He never was one to mince words.

“How long?”

He tilts his head in question.

“How long…” you pause briefly, seemingly gathering your thoughts. “Have you been watching me? Following me? Whatever the hell it is you’re doing?”

Nanami thinks about this, though he knows the answer. It’s been exactly four months and six days, about eighteen and a half weeks, one hundred and twenty nine days total since you left and he picked up this…obsession with you. But who’s keeping track?

“Since you left,” he answers with the truth once again. Even in this darkness, he can see your eyes widen in shock. He doesn’t want to scare you. He wants you to see how much he wants you, needs you even.

“Because you left me without a single word, ___” he tries to explain. “Won’t answer my calls, won’t reply to my text messages, won’t see me –”

Nanami steps closer to you, and you step back, and it causes this strange stinging sensation in his chest that sort of…hurts? Makes him want to beg you not to move any further, because he’s not sure he can withstand it now that he’s within reach of you again.

“Well apparently, you see me all the time!” You grit out, voice rising an octave before you catch yourself.

“I’m only making sure you’re safe,” he tries to reason, but you shake your head.

“No…” You hold up a finger between you both, keeping Nanami at a distance. And that sting settles in again. “No, you’re stalking me, Kento.”

“Yes, but you’re dating. I saw you.”

“And? I’m allowed to go out with people, Kento!”

It’s been so long since Nanami has heard you say his name. And you’ve said it three times in such a short span. It’s doing something to him that he can’t quite put into words.

“And how do you know they’re a good person? How do you know they won’t hurt you? I’m simply looking out for you.”

You rub aggressively at your temples. “Kento…” you sigh. “You…are…a…fucking…vampire.”

Nanami rolls his eyes.

“And a shitty one at that. But I dated you, and I was just fine,” You’re sure to add. “For a vampire, you’re really not as stealthy as you think you are, by the way.”

You’re right. Perhaps he’s been sloppy, following you the moment nightfall comes, tracking your whereabouts. He thought you hadn’t noticed, but has he really made it so obvious?

There’s a short bout of silence between you, you glaring hard at him while he tries to think of a way to make you see reason. But you look away, just as you ask, “Are you hunting me now?”

Your sudden question surprises Nanami, his brows rising when he hears the fear seep into your quiet voice.

He steps forward again, and this time he breathes a sigh of relief when you don’t move. “No, of course not.” His hands cup your face, tilting your head upward so you can see the honesty in his eyes. You let him hold you as he speaks. “I would never hunt you…” Your eyes narrow, and Nanami quickly adds, “...again.” 

He sees the way your lips purse together, like you’re trying not to find humor in that. “If anything, I was hunting your date…” he mutters, quickly tacking on “kidding,” when you narrow your eyes again.

But still, he makes a mental note to find that man later.

“The first time,” Nanami says honestly, “I hunted you with the intention to kill. Clearly, things didn’t work out that way.”

You sigh, your features softening as Nanami pours his heart out to you, the way he wishes you would’ve let him before you left. “No…they didn’t.”

He remembers the first time he’d caught your scent, so alluring and delicious, the first time he’d heard your heartbeat, and he’d let the sound lull him to sleep, the first time he’d pressed his tongue to your pulsepoint, the thrumming beneath making his nostrils flare. And then, the first time you’d let him taste your life essence…

“You changed me, ___,” he whispers. “I’m a monster, it’s true. I kill, I manipulate others to get what I want, I hurt others. But I’ve never done any of these things to you.”

Your hands find his wrists, holding tight while he finally blurts out everything he’s been keeping buried all these months.

“You leaving me…it left a hole in my life I didn’t know you filled at the time. I need you. I love you,” he says. “It’s why I watch you, why I follow you. I’m sure I sound a little insane…”

“An understatement,” you murmur. But there’s a tiny smirk playing at your lips. You’re teasing him.

“I have not felt this much emotion towards another since…” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “I don’t even know when. But I know for certain, I feel love when I think about you. I thought you felt the same…” He breathes hard, like it was such a strenuous task to get all of that off his chest. Eyes boring into yours, he mutters quietly, rather pathetically, he thinks, “...what changed for you? Why don’t you want me anymore?”

Any other vampire would be mocking Nanami to all hell, dragging his name through the mud at how desperate he is for you, a human. He loves you. There is no doubt there. Why else would he spend any and all of his free hours thinking of you, dreaming of you, seeing you anytime he closes his eyes? You consume him, and the irony is not lost upon him. 

It’s been so long since Nanami stepped outside in the daylight. So long since he’s felt the sun on his skin. But your warmth, your presence…you are his sun. He orbits around you. 

It can’t be helped. He knows what he wants, knows what he’d do to have you back. He just needs to know that you want him, too.

Your soft breaths against his face has his mind reeling. Your scent is driving him crazy. He doesn’t even know when you two had gotten so close.

“It didn’t change…” You confess, and if Nanami didn’t have incredible hearing, he would have missed it. Your feelings for him haven’t changed. “I’m leaving Tokyo, Kento…”

Nanami thinks he misheard you.

“I’m sorry?”

You repeat it, a little louder this time, albeit shakily. “I’m leaving. Going abroad for school.” You smile softly, and Nanami finds his thumbs gently caressing the apples of your cheeks. “I got into a program to study wildlife and…I’m going to go.”

Now Nanami wishes he had misheard you.

“You…left me…to go and study animals?” He’s not understanding. You can’t do that here?

“No. I left because I need this change, Kento.”

“Why?” The question comes out more strained, more desperate than he intended. “Why do you need to leave me to do this? Why do you need to see other people to do this?”

You can’t look at him now, eyes downcast. “I’m still young, Ken. I have to figure out my life.”

“And you can’t do that with me?”

This is all too much. Why the hell does studying animals mean you have to leave him? That you see other people romantically? That you give yourself to another? Perhaps he should just kill you. It feels like a better solution than letting you leave him for good.

“It’s only for a few years,” you reassure him. “I just…it was easier for me to cut and run. You can’t go with me. The trip is long and…the sun…you just–”

He gets it now. A lengthy flight abroad is impossible for someone like him. Of course you’d want a real life, a mortal life without him. He would be selfish to keep you from that. And he is selfish. He wants you, deserves you. After years of living in the shadows, he wants so badly to step into the light with you.

But he knows that he can’t. He knows he can only give you what you truly deserve – freedom.

“You’ll be great,” Nanami says, trying to control the way his voice threatens to break. “And when you’re done…if you still want me, come back to me, okay?”

You nod, tears pooling at your waterline as you make your silent promise clear.

There are no more words to be said. It’s the closure he needed, though not the results he wanted. He has to let you go. It’s not fair. That’s what he wants to say. He wants to grab you and take you back to his home and keep you locked up so that you can never leave him. Maybe turn you so that you can spend an eternity together. But it’s just not fair.

He feels your hands press against his chest, trembling as you stare up at him. “One more time before I go?”

It’s an offer he can’t, and won’t refuse.

Nanami kisses you, hard and long, hungrily. He slips his tongue into the cavern of your mouth, humming when your tongue tangles with his, and he’s already losing himself in you. In your touch, the little sounds you make, your scent, your taste.

God, how he missed you. How he will keep missing you when you’re gone and even until the day you return.

Your lips slot against his, messy and demanding, hands balling his shirt in your fists as you pull him closer. You step back, dragging Nanami with you, each step moving you further and further until your back hits the wall and Nanami’s towering over you. And he’s losing himself, humming when you sigh into his mouth, hands finding your waist and squeezing out of fear you’ll vanish into thin air if he lets you go, his head tilting just slightly so that he can take up more of your space, more of your air. He’s so lost in you that he barely feels the change, hardly makes out the little yelp you let out, your hands pushing him away as you roughly break free of the kiss. 

Eyes wide, your fingertips graze your bottom lip where a cut now resides, thick crimson blood dripping into your hand. “Your fangs…” you’re panting harshly. “They’re out.”

Nanami’s fingers are on his mouth, a single digit running through his lips, along his teeth where he feels the long, sharp canines fully protruding. He’s nicked you. He lost himself so much so he sliced your lip with his fang.

‘This is fucking embarrassing,’ he thinks. The urge to vanish into the shadows and forget about this encounter is strong.

This. This is the effect you have on Nanami. Any and all control he has is out the window. His fangs appearing on their own? It’s the equivalent of suddenly getting an erection while out in public. This has never happened to him before. Not with any of his past lovers. Not even when he’d first turned. And yet, you pull this reaction from him so easily. 

Nanami is overtly aware of humans and their mortality, of course. So he doesn’t particularly go out of his way to care for them. But you…he cares for you. You have him skulking around like a rat in the dark, waiting for you to look his way. You have him losing control of his fangs like he’s some goddamn adolescent vampire just from the taste of your saliva.

It’s definitely not the liquid he’d prefer, but he loves it all the same. Intoxicatingly saccharine, so sweet it almost hurts.

“I’m so sorry,” Nanami whispers, taking your hand from your lips. “I lost control.” He lifts your hand to his face, eyes boring into yours as he inhales the enticing scent of your blood. One long breath, deep, savoring the smell. “That seems to happen a lot when it comes to you.” His tongue darts out, his gaze locked on the way your breath hitches, how your heart beats loud like a drum as he slowly drags the warm and wet muscle along your skin.

‘Delicious,’ his mind sings. Nanami’s body reacts as it always does when he even catches the scent of your blood. He leans forward until he’s only an inch away before he drags his tongue along the swelling cut on your lip, humming gruffly at the taste. He’d missed you, and your blood. It’s unlike any others. 

You watch him through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly. The sounds of the bustling city just down this alleyway drown out as the two of you simply stare at each other, neither daring to look away. You may not be able to see as well as Nanami can in this darkness, but he sees you, and he’s sure he wears the exact same expression as well – love, desire, need. He sees the way you hold all of it in your eyes. You do care for him, you do love him the same way he loves you. You want him the way he wants you. He sees it so clearly.

He kisses your lips tenderly, careful not to hurt you again. Slow, steady, a bit more controlled than before. He’s trying to reign it in. But it’s you who deepens the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Nanami closer as you kiss him harder. Your tongue finds its way into his mouth, and Nanami groans, the metallic blend of your blood and saliva sweet on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he breathes.He lips are on yours, rougher this time, the cut on your lip opening again and bleeding, mixing into both of your mouths. “Did you always taste this good?” 

You giggle in response, a sound he missed dearly. 

“I’m serious,” Nanami pants. “I feel like I can’t think straight just from kissing you.” He grinds his hips into yours, evidence of his need rubbing against your center. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted this again? How badly I’ve wanted to see you, to hold you, to touch you, to t–?”

He catches himself, not wanting to beat a dead horse.

“Taste me?” You whisper, fill in the gap, humor in your tone. 

Well, it does come with the territory, he supposes.

“That, too.”

Your fingers play with the short blonde locks sitting at the nape of Nanami’s neck, staring up at him and it reminds him of the domesticity you used to have. Reminds him of those little moments in between the busyness of your lives. “I have some idea,” you sigh as Nanami dips his head down to kiss along your jawline, down your neck. “You did stalk me for months, after all.”

He hums against your skin, acknowledging the fact. His lips drag along as he finds the spot that calls to him, and when he presses a light peck to the place where he can see your pulse fluttering, you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. This was always the part you sort of dreaded, he recalls. And it was also the part you both were most excited for.

“Can I?” Nanami pleads, rubbing his nose along your pulsepoint and inhaling deeply. Your scent has changed, the anticipation and little bit of fear in your blood evident to him. So he presses another kiss, sweet and soothing to your neck again in hopes to calm you. He hopes the answer is a resounding yes, that you’ll let him do this one last time before you leave him for who knows how long.

He’s certain he’ll die right in this spot if you say no.

But your hand glides along his arm, until your fingers wrap around his. You guide his hand to the waistband of your pants, his fingers just barely beneath the fabric, and Nanami groans eagerly.

“Have me,” you whisper, whimpering quietly when Nanami runs his tongue along that spot. “I want you to.”

Nanami’s nostrils flare, the rapid rhythm of your pulse pounding beneath his tongue sending him into overdrive. If he’s being honest, this is his favorite part. Perhaps he gets off on the small bit of fear you exude just before this. He can’t help it. It’s instinct for him.

His hand slips between your bodies, into your pants as you loop your both arms around his neck. The feeling of your dripping core makes his cock throb within the confine of his own pants. But he can take care of that later. Right now, he only sees (and hears, and smells) you. He inhales deeply once more, kissing along your jaw once more until he reaches your lips. His lips slot against yours, needy and hungry until he has to force himself to break away in case he loses control again. He’s back at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, right where your pulse beats wildly beneath your skin.

“It may hurt,” he warns, but it’s only to make himself feel better, really. You’re aware of the pain, having experienced it many times before. And still, even with the bit of pleasure it gives him, Nanami feels a little guilty about it.

“It’s okay. I can take it,” you assure him softly.

Of course you can, his sweet love. You would let Nanami do this time and time again if he asked, would you? And this is what Nanami remembers. How pliant you become when he’s got you like this. So eager to give him whatever he asks for. 

How will he live without you?

Nanami groans, low and rough against your neck, murmuring about how much he’ll miss you, how he loves you, how you’re so perfect for him and he’d rather die than to have another take your spot in his world. All the romantic words he’s been hoping to say fall from his lips, and he can hear from the way your heart drums against your ribcage that you’re feeling the effects of his words. He means every one of them, he hopes you know. 

His lips brush against your skin, presses one last, sweet kiss to the spot, murmuring, “I love you,” while his fingers run through your slick folds. Your legs tremble as Nanami’s rough fingers rub tight and slow circles on your clit. Your hands have found his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt as you hang on. Every curse and moan from your lips is music to Nanami’s ears, only making him harder, more desperate to hear you make more of those noises.

He keeps his ministrations going, slipping forward until he has a single finger positioned at your entrance. He pushes in gently, just barely enough to garner a reaction, but your mouth still falls open with a soft gasp.

“So tight, so sensitive still,” he speaks, muffled against your neck.

Nanami’s tongue runs along your pulse, mouth opening slightly so that his lips lift and pull back. His canines push forward from his gums, exposing the long set of sharp fangs that have been screaming to be let loose. The relief he feels at finally being able to freely expose the long canines has Nanami letting out a strangled groan, murmuring an “I love you” just one more time before he’s slowly sinking his fangs into you at the exact moment he adds a finger to your entrance, pushing in and stretching your walls. His eyes roll to the back of head immediately, the thick and warm liquid filling his mouth, and he consumes everything you’re willing to offer.

It’s no wonder Nanami felt the need to follow you from the moment you’d left him. There is something completely addicting about you, something that doesn’t simply satisfy his hunger and cravings, but so much more. 

Your teeth bite down on your lip, an attempt to not scream at the sharp pain. Your hands squeeze hard, the discomfort running through your entire body. And Nanami squeezes you, too, one hand holding onto your waist for dear life, for something that will tether him to this moment here and now with you. Because he doesn’t want to lose control, doesn’t want to hurt you any more than he already is. 

Your eyes are closed tight, mind reeling with the intense pain and ecstasy you’re feeling while Nanami drains you, simultaneously pumping his fingers into you, and you quickly find yourself overcome with pleasure. Your quiet gasps and moans of pain turn to quiet gasps and moans of bliss, and the iron grip you had on Nanami eases.

He drinks from you like he hasn’t fed in days, and it has your head spinning, the quick depletion of your blood making your legs shake. It doesn’t help that Nanami’s fingers are picking up speed, reaching the place that makes you whine and beg for more, the lewd sound of your wetness mixed with both your muffled moans filling the space of this disgusting alley. 

You haven’t fucked anyone since you left him all those months ago, and now you’re remembering why.

There’s not much Nanami needs to do to quickly have you unraveling beneath him. Be it his mouth, his hands, his cock, he knows exactly what to do to make you come undone. You’re not shocked at all when Nanami presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing delicious circles on it, and your walls squeeze down on his thick fingers just as he bites down on your neck a little harder. Then he messily breaks his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath, standing tall and looming over your form so he can have a front row seat to your orgasm crashing over you suddenly.

Your lips fall open, a loud cry threatening to burst from your chest. But Nanami’s lips find yours, silencing you when his tongue immediately enters your mouth so that you can taste yourself on him. You moan, the taste of metallic heavy between you as you ride out your high on Nanami’s thick fingers.

You’re like this for a while, kissing lazily as Nanami pumps into you. When you’ve finally come down from your high, Nanami slips out of you easily, not wasting any time before he’s putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. You can just make out the dried blood staining around his mouth and his chin, and you wonder if you share a similar look.

It’s strange to taste your own blood, you’ve always thought so, but it’s not bad. Not when it’s Nanami you’re sharing it with. Not when it’s with someone you love.

You gaze up at the man you feel you can’t live without, but know you must in order to truly find yourself, your happiness, and your heart races. How could you have ever thought you’d be able to live a normal life after leaving him? How could you have given up this love you strongly share? Could you truly leave him here alone for the next few years? 

You don’t have the answers, but you know you can’t go back on what you’ve planned for your future. You need this, and he knows it. But it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this bit of time you have together. You were stupid to think you could cut and run. You don’t want to be away from him.

He blinks away the murder scene from his thoughts, criticizing himself for such murderous thoughts. He has never thought this way about anyone before…until you.

As he watches Gojo hang around you like a bee hovering around honey, he can’t think about anything except how close the guy is to you—his girl.

He can’t exactly blame him though. You look absolutely to die and kill for in your little vampire costume for Gojo’s Halloween party. You put a sexy little spin on it with the mini skirt you paired with the lace black corset that pushes up your juicy breasts for all to behold.

Your face brightens as you smile, the fake fangs in your mouth giving you such an adorable look that Nanami can’t stand it. Despite the thigh high, high heeled boots you wear, Gojo still towers over you. Like Nanami, he has a thing for pretty things too. Why must you be so goddamn pretty? So cute?

And it isn’t just your looks. Your bubbly, sweet personality makes you even more addictive. You’re so nice to everyone, even those who Nanami believes may not deserve it. But that’s what he adores about you. He’s fucking obsessed with you. ….Obsessed enough to wear a couple’s vampire costume with you and attend a Halloween party that he really didn’t want to go to.

“Wow, Y/N!” Gojo coos, his voice carrying over the music pulsing throughout the house. “You look so cute tonight! That blood is drippin’ like crazy though.” He uses one of his fake knife fingers to poke you and leans in closer to inspect the fake blood dripping down your plump lips to your chin to your neck right down to those luscious, full, pretty, soft, juicy, suckable ti—

“Thanks, Satoru!” You giggle, patting the taller man on the shoulder. He grins down at you, his Freddy Krueger hat tipped up to show off his handsome face. “Don’t worry, the blood is edible and washes right off. Nanami is dressed as a vampire too! Did you see him?”

Gojo’s smile turns into a smirk that boils Nanami’s blood. “I sure did,” he chuckles. “The guy has been hidin’ in the shadows all night. He’s livin’ up to the role.” He nods over to where Nanami is, a glint in his blue eyes.

You turn around in your vampire cape and give him an adorable waggle of your red, manicured fingers. Gojo waves too, mockingly so, while he plays with the ties of your cape at the nape of your throat. He’s too close. He’s too fucking close.

‘Asshole,’ Nanami thinks, chugging back some beer as if to ease his increasing anger. ‘He’d better get back now or I’ll—‘

“Here’s another drink for the lady,” Ino announces, passing you a red solo cup topped with a concoction of vodka and fruit juice. You love anything sweet and fruity. “Saw that your cup was empty and wanted to oblige.” He flirtatiously grins at you, appearing like the demon he’s dressed as tonight. Of course he put the fake horns over that damn beanie.

You gasp, putting a hand dramatically to your heart at the gesture. “Oh, thank you, Ino! Isn’t that so sweet?” You give him a hug to which he returns, giving Gojo a shit-eating grin. Under the blinking orange and red lights above, Nanami can see Gojo’s eye twitch in irritation. He has no right to be irritated. You’re Nanami’s girl. His baby. Why are all of these men so hell bent on trying his patience?

And why did you have to wear such a delectable outfit with your tits and thighs out? Nanami never was the type of man to tell his partner what to wear. He’s not that possessive. But damn, does it grind his gears to see other men ogle at what is his like ravenous dogs.

What does he have to do? Tear your clothes off, bend you over, and fuck you until he makes you cum to make them see that you’re his?

He blinks, shocked by the sudden dirty thought. Nanami is sexual, yes, but these deviant thoughts have never crossed his mind with you. Despite how small and cute and sweet you are, all he has ever wanted to do is make you feel good and attend to your body. He wants to give you pleasure. Give you what you want and need. He is completely at your service.

But the idea of littering your soft skin in teeth marks, making those pretty brown eyes roll back as he fucks you dumb, and filling you up with his cum makes his cock harder than he’d like to admit. He has to cover his bulge with his cape to avoid anyone seeing his obvious hard-on.

Now more have started to surround you until you’re like a movie star getting swarmed by her adoring fans. “Wow, Y/N, those nails are so long!” Yuji gasps, dressed as Chucky the Doll tonight. “Jeez, did you grow ‘em yourself?”

Megumi, dressed as absolutely nothing but a ‘This Is My Costume’ shirt and jeans, rolls his eyes. “Stupid,” he mutters. “Obviously, they’re fake.” You giggle as Yuji peers down at your long, red nails, even playing with them. Nanami has never wanted to kill a child before, but if Yuji doesn’t get his hands off of you, there’s going to be a big problem.

Geto suddenly appears like a phantom appearing out of thin air, just as tall as Gojo and dressed in a Ghostface costume. “Careful, or she may just scratch you with ‘em,” he sniggers, giving you a flirty look. “Not that I’d mind that.” Gojo chuckles, tossing an arm around Geto’s shoulders. “Me either. Call us pain sluts.”

Oh, they’re sluts indeed. Nanami knows all about how this whorish couple scoops up pretty little things like you and shares them in the bedroom. You could never want that…not with them. If you’re going to have a threesome with anyone, he’ll clone himself for that.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” you giggle, patting Geto on the chest. “You guys are too sweet to me! I’d only scratch up the bad guys and spooky monsters.” You make a show of cutely scratching at the air, your perfect lips wrapping around the rim of your cup.

“Weeeell, I think demons count for both,” Ino chuckles. “Better luck next time, fellas.” He gives a wink to the couple as he tries to sneakily wrap an arm around around your shoulders, but Gojo stops him by physically cutting between him and you. “Ya might wanna tell yourself that,” he says, peering at Ino over his sunglasses. Maybe you’ll have some game next time.”

Ino’s smirk grows cockier, but before this can go South, a song that excites Yuji begins to play. “Y/N, you’ve gotta come dance to this!” He says, grabbing you by the hand. “You like Megan Thee Stallion too! I remember! Megumi’s gonna dance too!” You giggle at Megumi who blushes, elbowing Yuji in the side.

“No thanks, kids,” Gojo tuts, shooing the younger men away. “Besides, Y/N doesn’t wanna dance with two ametures.” He smiles down at you, but it isn’t friendly. Nanami can see the undercurrent of lust in it.

“Geto and I know a thing or two about sharin’ a partner,” he says in a sultry tone. “Can you handle two at the same time on the floor, cutie?” He and Geto surround you like two hawks, waiting for you to let your guard down. Nanami just about loses it. He is seeing red.

But you—sweet, oblivious you—don’t see the ulterior motives in the couple’s offer. “Oh, but Nanami might wanna dance too,” you add. “He’s right over there!”

You point to where he stands on the wall, giving him a pretty smile that floods his stomach with butterflies. After taking one final swig of beer for liquid courage, Nanami places the bottle down on a nearby table and strides up to meet you on the dance floor. The throng of people part for him, not wanting to get in the way of this tall, big man with forearms and thighs that could crush heads.

Gojo and Geto couldn’t look less intimidated by the blonde in his vampire costume, same as his girlfriend. “Ohhh, so he’s finally blessed us with his presence,” Gojo teases. Nanami ignores him, but gives both him and his boyfriend a glare as he takes your hand in his.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, hit by a whiff of your sugary perfume. What is that? Vanilla with a hint of caramel? Whatever it was, it was making him hard as a rock. “I need to talk to you,” he murmurs.

You nod and wave goodbye at Geto and Gojo as Nanami drags you off of the dance floor. He leads you over to the wall where he was before. When you look up at him, all smiles and twinkly brown eyes, he nearly goes feral and fucks you right there. What the hell is going on with him? He presses a hand to his head that has begun to pound like the bass of the music playing overhead.

“Hey, Kenny, baby,” you giggle. “The guys want me to dance with them. They’re playing ‘Thriller’!” Your smile suddenly fades, replaced with a frown as your expression turns to one of concern. “Hey…Kenny, what’s wrong? Is it your head?”

“Uh…” Nanami winces, the throbbing in his brain growing. He also feels extremely hot, like the party is too much and too stuffy all of the sudden. “I-I’m sorry, doll, but I think we should leave. My head is hurting.”

Your cute face etches with concern, your eyebrows drawn together. “Oh, you poor thing,” you coo, gently stroking his back. “Is it the beer? Did you have any water? Maybe you need some food! Here, I’ll go get you an eyeball cake pop!” You turn to head to the snack table, but he abruptly stops you by placing a hand on your arm.

“No, no,” he abruptly says. “Just….stay here. With me.” He pulls you toward him, smushing you against his body. He sighs breathing in your sweet, intoxicating perfume and fruity shampoo. He already feels better feeling you in his arms, blocked from the prying eyes of the men lurking in the shadows.

He feels your soft, small hands on him, feeling him up. Feeling your hands on him only makes his cock harder, pushing against the fabric of his slacks. “Kento,” you whisper, pulling away to gape at him. “Baby, you’re burning up! Are you sure you’re okay?”

He falls into the brown sugar depths of your eyes, pulled in by how pretty and worried they look. He doesn’t know how to answer you without possibly giving away his secret. Without admitting that he’s been lying to you about what he truly is. “I…I don’t—“

“Y/N!” A familiar voice suddenly shouts. Your turn, grinning at Habibara walking into the scene wearing a Woody costume, boots and all. Behind him is Higuruma in a simple suit splattered with blood which could either be a ‘Pulp Fiction’ or ‘American Psycho’ reference. Haibara’s eyes become comically wide at the sight of you. “Damn, girl, aren’t you the cutest vampire ever! Look at you! You look amazing!” He wraps his arms around you and picks you up, spinning you around and around. Nanami seethes at the sight of it.

When his friend puts you down, you look joyful and absolutely radiant. “Thanks, Haibara,” you giggle. “Oh, you brought Higuruma out! You two look amazing!” The lawyer sighs, looking like he wants to be somewhere other than here. “I don’t know why I’m here,” he sighs. “I’d much rather be at home.” Nanami silently agrees,

Haibara laughs, wrapping an arm around the lawyer's neck. “Well, maybe a look at this darlin’ will change that attitude,” he chuckles. “Just look at her! Ain’t Nanami’s girl so pretty?” He grins at you while Higuruma takes one look at you and blushes. He fucking blushes! Nanami has never seen this man even crack a smile.

You’re just too powerful with your bimbo self. Your sweetness and cuteness are forces that cannot be fought with or against. You can make even the most uptight of men blush and fall to their knees just as Nanami almost did the first time he met you.

While any other man may be fine and even happy with the fact that other men desire their women, Nanami is different.

Very different. Just the idea of any man looking at you is enough to make him snap. Despite half of the men at this party being his friends, colleagues, or mentees, he sees them as enemies tonight. He wants nothing more than to steal you away, lock you up, and never let you out again.

But maybe he doesn’t have to do that.

Maybe all he has to do is rip your corset open to reveal those gorgeous tits and pretty, brown nipples and mark them up with red and purple hickeys to show everyone that you’re his.

Maybe he can just bend you over the nearest piece of furniture, lift up that tiny skirt, and spank that ass of yours until he sees handprints.

Maybe he can even flash these horn dogs that dripping pussy of yours, stuff his fingers inside and make you cum the only way he knows how.

Maybe he can simply sit you down with him and bounce you on his cock for everyone to witness, stare into the eyes of every man who has ogled you tonight and think, ‘Yeah, look at this shit. This is mine. Only I can fuck her like this.’

He can dig his nails into the soft flesh of your ass. Wrap a hand around your throat. Shove his tongue down your throat. All while your velvety walls squeeze around him as you finally hit your climax and you milk him so much that he busts a fat load in your—

“Nanami?” Your soft voice is laced with worry. He blinks, finding you, Haibara, and Higuruma staring at him. “Are you okay, baby?” You ask, concerned. “Your eyes look kinda…weird.”

“Yeah, man,” Haibara adds, squinting curiously at his friend. “They look all red. I didn’t know you smoked!”

Red? Immediately, Nanami’s nerves become frazzled when everything starts to make sense. The murderous thoughts. His headache. And now, his aching teeth. He turns to the window and sure enough, there is a big, fat, white full moon glowing in the sky. ‘Oh, no,’ he thinks. No, not now! How could he forget tonight is a full moon?! He thought he was more careful. More prepared.

Immediately, he takes your hand and snatches you away without another word. “Let’s go,” he growls. You gasp, following after him on quick feet. “Where are we going?!” You yell over the music. He turns to you, doing his best to keep his hormones in check. “Somewhere more private. Upstairs.”

He zooms up the steps with you, nearly knocking over other partiers in the process. “Don’t fuck up my sheets!” Gojo yells after you and Nanami. “I’ve got condoms in my nightstand if you need ‘em, Nanami!”

Nanami ignores the childish cheering as he ascends up the steps with you in tow. He finds an empty bedroom and yanks you inside, shutting the door behind you. The room is spacious and clean with a king-sized bed, a window overlooking the moon, and a mirror hanging above the bed on the ceiling. ‘Fuckin’ freaks,’ Nanami thinks. He knows that this is Gojo and Geto’s bedroom.

“Kento!” You gasp, panting from the speed walk up here. “What’s going on? We’re gonna miss the party!” Nanami turns to you, putting his big hands on your shoulders. He winches, feeling his nails aching to stretch into sharp claws. “We need to leave, Y/N,” he growls out. “Right now.”

‘Or something really bad is about to happen,’ he thinks.

You blink those pretty, long lashes at him, perplexed. “But they didn’t even cut the pumpkin cake,” you pout. “Don’t you want some cake, Nanami?” God, does he. Nanami has never wanted to fuck you more than now. He lowers his head to stare at the floor, unable to take your cuteness. “God, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he huffs. “Why the hell must you be so fuckin’ cute?”

You stand there, still as a statue, confused at what’s happening to your boyfriend. He doesn’t blame you. He has never behaved in such a manner before…or not in front of you, at least. He knows he can’t keep this from you.

“I must confess, darling,” he sighs, gripping your hands in his. “I don’t like the way those guys look at you. Gojo, Habibara, all of them. I don’t even know why you had to wear…that.” His eyes glaze over your sexy costume, his cock growing harder.

Your eyes grow big and soft, disappointment in them. “You don’t like my costume?” You softly ask. Immediately, he feels guilt pang in his chest. “No, no, I love it, baby. That’s the problem—others love it too. And some of those guys down there aren’t as nice as others.”

‘Like me. They won’t treat you like I will—like a fucking princess.’

You tilt your head to the side like a puppy. “What do you mean?” You ask. The ache in his teeth has grown increasingly and he winces in pain. You notice and go to touch him, but he stops you by kissing your hand. “Some of those men wanna fuck you,” he hisses, and your eyes widen at the dirty word falling from his lips. “They wanna take you from me when you’re my girl. My baby. You’re mine.”

Your pretty face becomes etched in worry and slight fear. This isn’t your boyfriend. Your sweet, respectful Nanami. This is…someone else. “N-Nanami?” You stammer.

He releases your hands and places his own on your hips. You watch in awe as he sinks to his knees as if in complete and total anguish…and he is. Your beauty is almost painful as it is to hold back the power of the full moon. ”You’re all mine,” he repeats. “And I need to show everyone that. I need to make sure they know that you’re taken.”

He looks up into your eyes and finds nothing but fear in them. “Nanami!” You gasp, pressing yourself against the door. “Your teeth!”

Nanami slides his tongue along his upper row of teeth where, sure enough, he feels two sharpened points. “Shit,” he sighs. “I’m sorry, baby. It wasn’t my intention to tell you like this.” You’re still pressed against the wall, looking like a terrified bunny. He feels his heart shatter at the sight. “Tell me what?” You whimper. “Kento, you’re scaring me.”

Nanami continues to sit on his knees, keeping a distance from you to not alarm you any further. “Don’t be scared, baby,” he coos, holding your fearful eyes with his. “I’ll never ever hurt you, but there is something about me that I haven’t told you.”

The moonlight shines brighter into the room, illuminating your brown skin and glassy eyes. “What is it?” You whisper, but he knows you know the answer. When the moonlight hits him, he feels its warmth and its power as he is washed in its silvery light. His headache dissolves as his fangs and claws grow and his eyes grow a crimson red like the purest blood. “This,” he softly growls. “This is what I am. I can’t help it, baby. It’s a full moon unfortunately.”

He watches as your eyes grow wide as saucers and your plump, glossy lips form an O. “O-Oh, my God,” you gasp. “Y-You’re a…a…” You don’t finish, but he already knows what you’re about to say. A vampire.

You must’ve had a hunch something was different about your boyfriend, didn’t you? How he barely comes out in the daytime unless to see you. The fact that he keeps his curtains drawn, telling you before that sunlight weakens his eyesight. The fact that he eats his steaks very rare.

The signs have been there all along and he’s sure you’re realizing it now. He stands and grasps your arms, desperation taking over. “I won’t hurt you, but I need to show you that you’re mine,” he says, a rasp of need in his voice. “I must claim you.”

He feels your body relax under his touch which gives him the green light to kiss you. He slowly leans in, giving you the chance to pull away or tell him to stop…but you don’t. Instead, you tilt your chin up to meet his lips in a hot, slow, passionate kiss that sweeps you off of your feet and draws the softest moans out of you.

Nanami immediately grows feral at the sound, feel, and smell of you. You’re so sweet. So soft. So small. So adorable. And so completely his. He presses himself against you, giving you a feel of his hard-on as his tongue swirls with yours in a wet dance. When he pulls away, you gasp as he begins to pepper your neck in open-mouthed kisses. “N-Nanami,” you whimper, gripping his shoulders. “The party—“

“Fuck the party,” he growls, licking at your throat. “All that matters right now is you and me.” He focuses on that spot behind your ear that you like, relishing the squeaky moan you let out and how you press your tits into his groping hands. “Invite me in, darling,” he pleads. “Tell me you want me to.”

His cock presses against his slacks, urging him to rip them off and stuff you full now. Luckily, you’re on the same time and wrap your leg around his waist to bring him closer. “Nanami,” you moan. “Oh, Nanami, yes!”

Nanami wedges his knee between your thighs where he urges you to grind your cunt against his thigh. “Tell me you want me,” he repeats. “Let me in, baby.” His cock aches intensely, but he ignores it. He can’t do this without your permission. He won’t–

“Yes!” You whine, gripping him for dear life. “Yes, Ken, take me! I want this so badly!” Nanami doesn’t even have to read your mind to know that you mean it. He can hear the desperation in your voice.

Minutes later, while the party rages on downstairs, Nanami fulfills both of your needs when has you bent over the side of Gojo and Geto’s bed and his big, thick, long cock filling up every inch of your wet pussy over and over again. Your gorgeous tits sway out of your corset and your beautiful ass bounces off of his pelvis the more he fucks you, his hands gripping each asscheek where his sharp nails nearly dig into your skin. Your mini skirt, panties, and boots forgotten on the floor along with his clothes, leaving you only in your corset.

Meanwhile, Nanami is completely naked, his chest and neck coated in your lipstick stains and his cock hard inside of you from your constant and heavenly sucking and gagging on it earlier. He only grows harder and more feral at the sweet sound of your sugary, high-pitched moans as he fucks you at a pace he never has before.

With the moon high in the sky, Nanami’s powers are at their peak. He now has superspeed which allows him to fuck you at damn near the speed of light, causing the bed to scoot across the floor and the sound of skin slapping against skin to drift in the air.

He leans down to nibble at your ear with his fangs, fanning your face in mint-scented breath. “How’s this, my love?” He growls into your ear. “Is this good enough for my baby, hm?”

He moves his hands to cup your tits, keeping them safe in his big palms. You’re losing your ever-loving mind at this point. His dick is too good. His stroke game is immaculate. All of your senses are heightened with him, as his are with you. You love sex with a vampire!

“F-Fuck, Nanami, yes!” You moan. “You feel s-so good! Keep going! Don’t stop!”

He presses his nose into your hair, breathing in coconut and mango. “Never,” he groans. “But you need to keep makin’ those noises for me, okay, my love? Give me that voice.”

He slows down and begins to give you slow, deep strokes that rock you to your core. “B-But…oh, shit!…but they’ll hear us!” You whine. “Oh, fuck yes!” Poor baby. You can’t even get the rest of your sentence out because you’re getting fucked too god.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. “Those guys can listen and jerk off for all I care. I want ‘em all to hear you gettin’ dicked down just like you should.” He’ll show all of those guys who had their eyes on you…even the ones who didn’t. He pictures them all standing around watching him now, cocks hard at the sight of you getting pounded by him.

‘This is how you fuck a woman,’ he’d tell them. ‘This is how you take what’s yours.’

Power fills his veins like heroin and he straightens up to grip your ass. “Tell me how you want it, baby,” he whispers. “You want it like this?” He pumps his hips a little faster, making your ass bounce and your moans grow loud. “Nanami,” you whimper. “T-Too…ah! Too m-much! I-I can’t…can’t!”

He chortles at how adorable you are, stroking your back with his hand. “Can’t what, darling?” He chuckles. “You can’t take all of that cock?” You nod faster than a bobblehead even as his cock keeps filling you again and again. He tuts. “Oh, but you’re wrong. You’re doin’ it so well right now. Actually…”

Slowly, he pulls his cock, slick with your juices, out of you and slaps it against your clit a few times before giving your ass a smack. “On your back, you little vixen.” Your giggles are aphrodisiacs to him as you do as you’re told. “Yes, sir,” you giggle.

You get on your back on the bed and he settles between your thigh, snatching you closer by your ankles. He can tell you’re turned on by his show of strength which isn’t just caused by his vampire powers. He stares deep into your eyes, crimson staring into brown. “I want you to watch yourself take my cock,” he demands. “Think you can do that for me, pretty girl?”

Frantically, you nod, needing more of him. You open your mouth to verbalize that need, but your words turn into a moan as his cock sinks back inside of you. Hiking your knees over his shoulder, he begins to pump his hips forward and back at a fast pace that makes you see the entire fucking galaxy as your fingers play with your clit in an effort to heighten your pleasure.

“Look up,” he demands. You do and grow entranced by the sight of you taking his cock, your legs and pussy spread open by him. But all you see is yourself spread out like a dessert plate reflected in the mirror above. Nanami is nowhere to be found in the mirror. Vampires have no reflection. You’ve never been more turned on in your life seeing your pretty self get fucked like this.

The bedsprings creak and your moans mingle with each other, creating a symphony of sex in the air as the music from the party drifts up from downstairs. Watching your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth fall open on each gasp, whine, and pretty moan is a sight to behold. “Oh, my God, fuck!” You babble. “Yes, Kento, yes! I-I’m so close! I’m gonna—“

Knock, knock.

“Uh…Nanami?” Ino asks.

Your eyes pop open like a cartoon’s and you terrifyingly stare up at Nanami. “Goddammit,” he growls, slowing down to a slower tempo. He presses a finger to his lips to silence you and clears his throat. “What is it?” He barks, unable to hide his irritation. “I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

Ino’s laughter is unmistakable even behind the door. “Oh, we know,” he chuckles. “I’m damn near jealous! Gojo just wanted me to tell you that we’re cuttin’ the cake if you and your girl wants some.”

Your ushy, gushy, velvety pussy clenches around Nanami, milking the cum out of him. “Just wrap it up,” he says, biting back a groan. “I need to finish this first.”

He wraps a hand around your throat because he knows that gets you closer, squeezing his fingers around your pretty neck. “Don’t let me stop you,” Ino snorts. “I’ll save you some…oh, and make sure she’s extra loud. Might as well hear her cum.”

Nanami smirks, surprisingly liking that naughty idea. “Will do,” he grunts and proceeds to pound you into the mattress until you’re seeing stars again. Your moans are loud, much to Ino’s liking, as you get closer and closer to your end. Nanami is there too. “Darling,” he rasps, “I’m close. I’m gonna have to bite you soon.”

He can feel his jaw aching, his fangs growing sharper in anticipation of your sweet blood. Your brown eyes grow round with worry. “W-Will it hurt?” You whimper. You look oh-so scared that he nearly melts. “Just a pinch, but I’ll only do it when you finally climax. It’ll make your orgasm more intense…put you in a euphoric state.”

He knows from his own experiences of one-night stands when he was at his most desperate and starved for blood. He is dying to see you in the same dazed, sexy, euphoric state that his one nights were in once they came as he sunk his teeth into their necks. “Is that okay?” He asks, concerned with your comfortability. “I could always just—“

“No!” You cry out, your glossy lips wobbling and your eyes filling with tears from the intense pleasure. “It’s okay, Nanami. I trust you.” Your eyes grow hooded and lustful as you lean your head back on the pillow, exposing your neck and smooth skin to him. “Bite me, sir. I’m all yours.”

Nanami nearly bursts right there. “Oh, baby,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me cum.” He ruts into harder, faster, urging your hand to rub yourself in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me,” you beg through pants. “Please cum with me, Kenny! I’m so close!”

He leans down to tongue-kiss you, swapping saliva and moans as he fucks you over and over and over again. He then pulls away to stare down at you, falling deep into the chocolate pools of your eyes. “Look into my eyes, baby,” he whispers. “Cum with me.”

He knows that the hypnosis has kicked in when your expression softens and your eyes grow glazed as you stare up at him. It only takes a few more thrusts for you to finally reach your peak. With a high-pitched moan, you finally gush all around Nanami’s cock, your walls clenching around him tighter than a vice.

As you cum, Nanami swoops down to tongue down once he feels himself cumming too. He vigorously thrusts into you, chasing his high until he lets out a groan as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his warm cum. You gasp into the sloppy kiss, filling absolutely full.

Nanami feels himself losing control, all grips on his humanity leaving him. “Give me your neck,” he growls, his voice dipping so low that he barely sounds like himself. Without a confirmation or the green light, he swoops down to sink his teeth into your soft, brown flesh.

A weak moan leaves your lips as you flinch from the pain, but then your body begins to writhe in pleasure as his bite takes you to a pleasurable, almost euphoric place. You arch your back and press yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

Nanami sucks your blood like a parched man in the desert, your sweet blood coating his teeth, tongue and lips. He can feel your energy and life force enter him, making him feel like he can touch the fucking moon. He grows addicted with each slurp, your blood drugging him. “K-Kento!” you gasp. “O-Oh!”

He is aware that he’s been sucking for too long and you start to feel uncomfortable. “Just a little more,” he grunts. “Just a little bit more, baby.” His tongue bathes the bite marks in saliva that numbs the sting and makes your pulse stop jumping.

Once he finally finishes, he pulls away and licks the rest of your blood off of his lips. You lay beneath him, panting and dazed. “You okay?” He worriedly asks. “Was it too much?”

you shake your head, still looking as if you just did too many drugs and you’re crashing. “No, m’just…dizzy,” you mutter.

Quickly, Nanami springs into action. He tells you to lay there before jumping off of the bed and racing to the bathroom…butt naked. He doesn’t give a fuck if anyone sees him. His priority is YOU.

Luckily, no one does and he returns with aftercare essentials: a glass of water, a towel soaked in warm water, and body oil. He doesn’t want to know why Gojo and Geto have that. When he returns, he finds you halfway asleep and nearly laughs. ‘Poor baby,’ he thinks. He tuckered you out.

“Drink slow,” Nanami says, pressing the glass to your lips. You lean up and slowly sip the water, humming in appreciation. Once you’ve had enough, he sets the drink side and wipes you down before rubbing some oil between his palms.

He then proceeds to massage your body, paying close attention to your hips and legs. You melt beneath his calloused hands, your smile lopsided and lazy. Once he finishes with that, he lays next to you and scoops you into him, making you the little spoon. “That’s it, darling, just relax. You did so, so well for me.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, gently stroking your back.

“Good,” you happily sigh. “I’m happy.” You pop your head up to look up at him, smiling. “Now let’s snuggle before we go get that cake!”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. How could he be blessed with such a wonderful gift such as you? “Thank you for accepting me, darling,” he whispers. “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”

He nuzzles into your sweet-smelling hair, making you giggle. “And I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend,” you happily sigh, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re so sweet and sexy and—wait, is this gonna turn me into a vampire too?!”

You sit up straight and look at him wide-eyed, terror in your eyes. He nearly laughs. You’re like a little cartoon character. “No, darling,” he chuckles, easing your fear. “All I did was suck your blood. I’d never turn you without your permission.” Though the idea of spending eternity as vampires with you doesn’t sound too bad.

“Oh…well, that’s a relief!” You sigh, lying back down with him and proceeding to snuggle him in Gojo and Geto’s bed. “Though I would make a cute little vampire, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” he laughs. “Yes, you would. But you’d be cute in any form, my darling.”

“Hey… Y/N…

“I just wanna start this off by saying that I’m sorry. I know that this is a conversation that’s best done face to face… but I’m clearly too much of a coward to do that.

“I wanna break off the engagement. I don’t know where things started to go bad, but I feel that it’s best to end things now rather than go through the whole ceremony, when you and I both know that the marriage isn't going to last. It isn’t fair to me, and it certainly isn’t fair to you. 

“I’ll be spending the next couple of days at my folks place. I’ll come back over tomorrow to start moving my stuff out. And don’t worry about telling our friends and family. I’ll explain everything to them. It’s my mess, and I’ll do my best to clean it up. 

“I pray that you find someone that can commit to you and cherish you the way that you deserve to be cherished. I just—can’t be that person for you.

“Again… I’m really sorry—for letting this go on for so long, for essentially leading you on… I’m just… really sorry.”

A fucking voicemail? That’s all that he left you? 

Didn’t you deserve a little bit more respect than that? 

The engagement ring that nestled and imprinted itself onto the skin of your left ring finger began to feel more and more prominent, almost becoming painful to you, as the reality of the situation truly began to sink in.

You had been dumped. Plain and simple. 

Your relationship was now as dead as the leaves that had littered the ground, now it being deep into the season of autumn. 

The man that you thought that you were going to potentially spend the rest of your life with decided that you were no longer enough for him—and you may know why or you may not know why—but ultimately, it was a decision that was made by your fiance, now former, that had its consequences upon you and your already fragile state of being. 

You slowly lifted your head from the piece of jewelry on the counter, and meandered your way to where your shared bedroom was. With each step that you took, you felt like your body was moving through water with how slow your body moved. Your bedroom looked untouched for the most part, however, upon more careful examination, it appeared that your ex had cleared off most of his belongings on his half of the bed and the nightstand. Your eyes lacklusterly shifted from the bed to the double closet doors—with heavy hands, you slowly turned the knobs only to reveal that the majority of their half of the closet had also been cleaned out as well, with only a handful of shirts still attached to hangers and a couple of folded pants still remaining on the shelves—your half remained as it was when you had last saw it this morning. 

Your hands slowly slid down the frames of the doors beside you, a shuddering breath escaping you as you continued to look into the near barren space; a whisper of a defeated sigh escaped from your lips as your head dipped down ever so slightly. 

Your heart sank into your stomach and your chest caved inward. A lump had arisen in the back of your throat and a strangled gasp escaped from you as you nearly staggered forward into the enclosed space. 

You knew this was coming. You shouldn’t be upset. 

Tears burned in your eyes, threatening to spill over—your trunk curled forward, forcing you out of an upright position and rendering you to your hands and knees as a guttural sob ripped itself from the deepest crevices of your soul. You swiped away at the tears that managed to successfully stream down your face with the back of your hand; the shame burned itself deep within your chest, making you feel as if you were extremely small.

You knew this was coming. You shouldn’t be upset.

Why are you crying?

The subtle and gentle touch of a hand with its fingers splayed out as it tenderly pressed itself to your backside brought you back to the present.

A soft, velvet voice rumbled behind you. “What has you so upset, little one?”

You slowly craned your head over your shoulder to see a perfectly tailored beige suit, perfectly side parted and styled blonde hair, and carmine eyes that nearly glowed in the darkened atmosphere of your room. 

Kento. 

You sniffled and a staggered attempt at an inhale to try and calm yourself down sounded from you. “A lot… a lot of things,” you meekly whimpered. Your eyes drifted past to see that the window had been broken into from the outside, the curtains that hung from the sides of the frame gently blowing into the room from the evening, autumn breeze. “I thought I told you to use the front door, I can’t have the neighbors thinking that I’m getting my house broken into,” you scolded as you used the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away at your face. “What are you even doing here, anyways?”

He looked sheepish for a moment, before regaining his composure. “I was in the neighborhood, and I heard you crying. I thought that you were hurt.” 

You hung your head. “I don’t think that you can mend this one, Kento.”

He shuffled around you to where he squatted down to your level. With a tender grip, he grasped his hands around your arms to pull your attention back to his face. The red irises bore into yours. “What happened?” Kento asked—almost a coo, if you wished it to be. 

Your face crumpled and your voice cracked, once again overwhelmed with emotion. “He broke off the engagement,” you wailed as you covered your face with your hands. “Left the ring on the counter in the kitchen, and all. He didn’t even have the guts to tell it to my face, all he left me was a goddamn voice mail!” You nearly spat out the last part, rage now flooding through you as the sadness subsided for just a moment. 

Through your emotionally charged state, Kento merely gathered you into his arms and pulled you into him, allowing you to rest your head against his chest and listen to the steady rate of his controlled breathing. Though, truthfully speaking, he shouldn’t be anywhere near you, at the current moment. Kento, while he was in the area, didn’t just stop by to be with you—he was off to find his next meal. It had been at least a month since he had last fed and his throat was burning with thirst. The thrumming of your heart, the rushing of your blood in your veins and arteries that he could easily visualize with his heightened senses—all were a sirens song to his ears. 

And your scent? By god, your scent. 

An aroma so mouthwatering and enticing, that he could feel the venom start to pool within his salivary glands. It was as if he were being presented with a meal so luxurious and plentiful, but he hadn’t been given any permission to eat it.  

It’s a shame that the meal in question was a fragile, little human that had somehow managed to worm their way into his favor and endearment.

What a cruel irony, really. 

A subtle bloodlust began to make itself known in Kento’s subconscious, but he quickly beat it back to the best of his ability. He would not harm you. He’s come to care for you far too much to do any sort of nefarious dealings to you.

Your ex, however… well, that might end up being a different thing, entirely. 

The bell rang above the front entrance door to the cafe, signifying to you and your coworkers that a customer had just entered the shop. 

At first, you were confused. It was nearing eight o’clock at night and the cafe was nearing to close its operations for the day. You hardly got any customers at this time of night. 

While attempting to dredge the counter with flour so that you could roll out and shape the next batch of dough, you looked up to see quite literally the most handsome man that you ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. He easily could have been a top tier male model on the cover of a Vogue magazine, for all you knew. 

“Welcome in, sir. How may I assist you today?” you greeted, wiping your hands off with the excess flour that coated them, keeping your voice light and cheery, all while trying to fight off the exhaustion that plagued you. You were seven hours in a ten hour shift and you had yet to receive your break—both your feet and your back ached something fierce. 

“Hello.” Goddamn, even his voice was alluring. “May I please order just a small black coffee?” 

You punched the order into the register. “Anything else that you would like, sir?”

“No, thank you. That will be all,” he said, reaching one hand into his suit jacket to pull out his wallet.

“Alright. The total will come out to $1.49.”

With the exact change handed to you, you could feel his stare on you as you inputted the money into the register. Normally, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but the customers that came into the cafe often weren’t devastatingly beautiful, either. You could feel your face start to heat up just a touch, and your hands beginning to shake—wait, were you becoming shy? 

Nonetheless, you carried on. “Would you like your receipt?” 

A small, courteous smile was offered to you. “No, thank you.”

“I should have it out to you in a few minutes. You’re more than welcome to take a seat.” You gestured to the near empty seating area with an open palm. 

“Aren’t you going to take my name?” the handsome stranger prodded, slightly arching an eyebrow at you.

You paused, slightly caught off guard by the question. He was the only customer in the shop right now, why on earth would you need to take down his name? “Uh… sure,” you balked, “... can I take your name for your order?” 

That small, courteous smile then formed into a chuckle, like he was being told a funny joke. “Kento Nanami.” 

“Alright… Kento, I’ll call your name when your coffee is ready.” 

“Thank you.”

Wasting no time, you immediately turned to the automatic coffee drip and started to brew up a fresh pot for him. Throwing in a coffee filter, you leaned down to grab the opened bag of coffee grounds before the man named Kento began to strike up a conversation with you. 

“The ring that you’re wearing is very beautiful,” he commented, nodding his head to the engagement ring that sat on your left ring finger. 

“Hm?” You glanced over your shoulder to give him a halfhearted smile. “Oh, thank you.”

“Are you engaged, by chance?”

Your hands remained busy as you filled the brewer with water and coffee grounds. “I am, in fact. I’ve been engaged since the start of February of this year. My fiancé actually proposed to me on Valentine’s Day, if you can believe that,” you chuckled, trying to recall fondly upon the memory—but, matter of fact, it wasn’t a pleasant one, at all. 

On that day, when you had come home from working a double shift, hoping to find either a hot, homecooked meal prepared, a box of chocolates, or at the very least a bouquet of flowers… only to find your fiance dead asleep on the couch, with several empty bottles of alcohol surrounding him. You only happened to find the ring, by chance, on the dining room table when you went into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat. 

You fought back the bitterness that rose in your chest at the notion of having your marriage proposal feel somewhat “cheated”—and this apparently didn’t go unnoticed on your face, either. 

“Is something the matter?” Kento asked, his smile faltering slightly. “I hope that I haven’t prodded too much.”  

“No.” Your eyes don’t leave the carafe as it slowly filled with each drop of a freshly brewed pot. “You didn’t. I promise.” 

“You seem upset.”

“I’m not. I swear.” Your voice is curt, clearly indicating otherwise, and you hoped that Kento doesn’t push any further. 

Thankfully, he didn’t. 

You poured the hot liquid into a 12 ounce cup, quickly capping it with a plastic lid. You turned and presented him with his drink. “Kento? Kento Nanami?” you called out, like he wasn’t standing directly in front of you. 

“Funny,” Kento playfully replied, reaching forward to grab the cup from your outstretched hand. His fingers brushed against yours as he took the cup from you, and you could have sworn that he purposefully held his hand there for just a second longer than he normally should have—like he wanted to maintain physical contact with you. He brings the cup back to the center of his chest, before asking you another question. “Do you have a date set for your wedding?” 

You gave him a tight lipped smile—you really wished that he would stop asking you about it. “No. Not yet, at least,” you answered, trying to twist the truth around to where it didn’t seem like your fiance was disengaged in your relationship as he truly was, “seems that every time that we try to sit down and actually discuss it… life seems to get in the way of things.” 

“Mmm…” Kento mused, glancing down at the cup for just a moment, then glancing back up to your gaze. “Well, when it does end up happening, I’m sure that the ceremony will be beautiful.” 

Before you could utter another word, he swiftly turned around and exited the cafe to go into late summer night, leaving you with a confused expression. Within that same minute, you watched as Kento, mere feet away from the entrance of the cafe, uncapped the cup that you just made him and completely dumped the rest of it onto the ground and tossed the rest of the contents into a nearby public waste bin.

You stood in disbelief at the sight of freshly, hot coffee staining the ground before briskly turning back around to the preparation counter to continue working with the pastry dough letting out an annoyed huff as you did so. 

If he didn’t want the fucking coffee, then why bother you to make a new pot for him to begin with?!

What a dick move, you thought to yourself before angrily kneading the dough with both hands.

Unbeknownst to you, Kento let out a soft chuckle as he could hear how irritated you were with him. Truth be told, he hadn’t intended to go into the little café that sat on the far corner of the street that he was traversing on. He was simply passing through when his eyes landed on you as you quietly worked. The way that the sweat coated your skin, how stray strands of baby hairs wisped near or around your face. 

Kento wasn’t sure why, but it was a simple beauty about you that he found himself allured to. 

And when he actually stepped into the cafe, and caught a whiff of your scent?

Yeah, he was hooked.

He wanted to see you again. He would see you again. He was absolutely sure of it.

For whatever strange reason, in the reaches of his soulless existence… he wanted to get closer to you. He could tell that you were unhappy about your relationship when you seemed to talk about it. Maybe your fairytale prince isn’t all cracked up to be, he cynically thought. 

No matter. He would eventually find out the truth. 

Kento, trying to be cognizant of your shaking form, slid his arms under your body before lifting you off the ground to place you in an upright position at the very end of the bed. With the inhuman quickness that wasn’t visible to your naked eye, he darted to the connected bathroom where a box of tissues awaited him. Grabbing the box, he ripped out several sheets before he suddenly apparated in front of you—the sudden appearance nearly making you jump out of fright. 

He lowly shushed you as you kneeled down in front of you, using one of the tissues to wipe away at the wetness that coated your cheeks. His heart—if it could beat—hurt for you, truly it did.

You had eventually calmed yourself down enough to where your sobs had momentarily stilled, but you still avoided his gaze, eyelashes soaked with the tears that escaped your eyes as the sadness returned once again to the forefront of your mind—now all that remained was the grief. Grief for how much of your time was wasted, how much effort you put into the relationship to try and make it work… only for it to end up blowing up in your face.

Kento could tell that you were starting spiral as meekly sat before him. “Look at me,” he gently commanded, willing you to raise your head to meet him half way, somewhat. 

You slowly raised your eyes to meet Kento’s concerned ones. 

“It was extraordinarily disrespectful and cowardly of your… of him… to not tell you that he wanted to end things with you directly to your face. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry that things ended up that way,” Kento started off with, using the tissue to now dab away at your eyes, “but you weren’t happy with him. Anyone with eyes could see that… hell, even I figured that out within the first few moments of meeting you.” He used his other free hand to cup the other side of your face, his thumb gently stroking along your cheekbone in soothing motions. “If you had gone through with marrying him, you would have even ended up even more unhappy than you already were to begin with.” 

Your bottom lip trembled, as another sob threatened to bubble over from within your chest as Kento spoke to you—but these were words that you needed to hear, regardless. 

It was true, to say the least. You were unhappy with him, but you had hoped against hope that if you chose to stay with him through thick and thin and look through all of his imperfections that things would eventually change; turns out you were dead wrong.

It was like clockwork at this point. 

Kento would, quite literally, come into the cafe eight o’clock on the dot every single night and would order a single small black coffee every single time. 

And every single time, you would be the person to ring him up and serve him his order.

At first, you kept it cordial, even though you found it to be incredibly irksome that he would constantly dump out the contents of your hard labor; he would often ask you questions about your life, what you liked, what you disliked, etc. You thought that it was odd, why he was so inquisitive and incessant to keep poking into your life, and just… well, damn near everything about you. 

Some would find it obsessive. You didn’t. 

You felt ashamed to admit this to yourself, but you actually liked the attention that he gave you; even when you had pledged your heart and loyalties to another that seemed to not care about you.

Some days, especially the bad ones where the insecurities would whisper into your consciousness, you don’t think that he even liked you, anymore.  

“Okay, do I really need to brew up a new pot every single time that you come in if you’re just going to dump it out on the street the second that you step foot out of the shop?” you huffed as you held onto the handle of the empty carafe, now completely doing away with formalities. “It’s extremely wasteful and I don’t know why you keep spending your money here if you keep doing that.”

He stared at you, amusement coloring his features. His hands were tucked away into the pockets of his suit jacket, standing in front of you in a relaxed manner. “It’s not my fault that the coffee pot is empty by the time I get in here,” he chuckled, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you. “Do you find it annoying that I do that?” 

“Kind of, yeah!” you almost snapped. You whipped around and shoved the carafe back into the pot holder. “I feel like it’s a complete waste of my time and your money.”

He let out a low hum as he pursed his lips together into a fine line, cocking his head to the side; seemingly debating whether or not to tell you the truth of the matter on why he continued to visit the cafe. A light shrug from his shoulders settled before it appeared that he made his decision. 

Alright, then. A half truth, he decided. 

“Needed an excuse to keep coming back, I suppose.” 

You glanced at him over your shoulder, a skeptical eyebrow raised at his response, before turning back to the coffee machine to brew up another pot where you knew some of it would inevitably end up on the ground outside. “And what is that, exactly?”

“To keep seeing you.” 

Your motions stopped and you stood up straight. You sharply executed a one eighty degree turn, your expression serious and your jaw set. Your voice is stern as you continued, “There better not be any ulterior motives to that statement—and if there is, then that’s highly inappropriate. I’m engaged, and I know that you know that.” 

It was always a sore spot in your conversations whenever your engagement would come up—Kento could tell with the way that your face tightened and your answers became shorter and more terse. You knew that it was wrong to be so enraptured with another man when you were already in a years-long relationship with your fiance. 

“Engaged to a man that can’t even do the bare minimum for his partner?” 

You reeled back at Kento’s response, gawking at him in astonishment. “Excuse me? Who in the hell are you to comment on whether or not my fiancé makes me happy?”

“A man that, according to you, may have ulterior motives.” A smirk formed on his face, finding enjoyment out of how much he was riling you up at the moment. “Listen, I may not hold any significance in your life, but I find it incredibly hard to believe that I, an individual that you’ve known for little less than a month, knows more about you than a man that you claim that you have been in a relationship with for the past three years.” He looked down at his shoes, before scoffing. “It’s kind of sad, really.”

Now, you were angry. “My… my fiance knows me!” you cried out, borderlining on a whine. 

“I doubt it.” His eyes glanced back up to you, and this is where you truly got to see the blood red that colored his irises, startling you. “He stopped trying a long time ago, and he doesn’t change because he knows that you’ll still keep crawling back to him with every incompetent mistake that he makes.” 

You raised your eyebrows at him, completely speechless. 

“He’s fine with the status quo because you have never indicated otherwise.” He pulled out one of his hands from his pockets to pull out his wallet to dig out a paper bill. “I think the saddest thing, however, in this whole… debacle, if you will…” you watched as he put a $50 bill into the tip jar to the side of the register, “is that you know it—and you continue to tolerate it.” 

You stared at him in disbelief as he essentially called you out on your bullshit—read you to absolute filth; you were stunned, actually. There was a moment of silence that passed as you continued to stare at him, left speechless. You didn’t even react when the automatic drip machine beeped behind you, signifying that the pot had finished brewing—you couldn’t, really. 

He lifted his free hand to point past you. “The coffee’s done.” 

Another pregnant pause, and then you felt your jaw jut out just slightly as you robotically turned back around to grab the hot carafe off the warming plate before pouring it into another 12 ounce cup. You damn near had to stop yourself from throwing it directly in his face as you capped it with the lid and placed it on the counter in front of him. 

Kento’s eyes flitted down to the cup, then back up to you. “Listen, I don’t say these things to be either rude or hurtful.” To some extent, he was being truthful. He really wasn’t trying to be ill mannered, but someone had to say it, and you clearly weren’t paying attention to the situation as it unfolded before you. “I say these things because you need to hear them. Either, someone tells you now—or you end up in a dead end marriage… or worse yet, you go through divorce court and wind up drowning in legal fees. Lawyers aren’t cheap, as I’m sure you’re aware.” 

Your eyes fell from his to the register—subtle embarrassment burning in the pit of your stomach as Kento defended himself, while also offering you morsels of comfort where he could. He wasn’t the first to tell you this, but you were too stubborn to admit otherwise. 

Now it just stung. It stung how much a complete stranger could blatantly pick up on how disconnected both you and your fiance were from each other; it was humiliating, really. 

Kento was somewhat able to pick up on the internal debate that you were having with yourself, and urged his voice to be a touch softer. He leaned his head down to try and catch your gaze, “Aren’t you deserving of someone who treats you well and actually puts in the effort, not just into the relationship, but into you, as well?” 

A beat of silence passed, as you continued to stare down the register; shame had long replaced the flash of anger that you held towards Kento. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye or even utter another word to him, especially after he denounced your entire engagement and the quality of relationship that you had with your partner. 

He sighed, and picked the cup of coffee off the counter, and stalked off to the exit. He paused momentarily, before he craned his head to look at you from over his shoulder. “I meant what I said, by the way. Every single word.”

You still don’t respond. 

He sucked in another breath. “Do with that what you will.” He pushed the door open and the bell rang above, but stopped himself, once again. “I’ll be sure to give this to someone on the street if they desire to have it.” 

Kento disappeared into the night, an unfamiliar feeling of longing filling his chest with each step that he took—that took him further and further away from you. The small intrigue that he had upon you, now manifesting itself into full blown attraction. He found himself enamored with you, with every interaction that he had with you.

With each thought of you, it further brought upon the limerence that seduced him even to a length that he knew was unhealthy. His throat burned with thirst, the monstrous side that he did his absolute best to keep dormant reared its ugly head—desperate to make itself known.

Kento would not scare you off; it was apparent that he had become attached to you… but there was going to come a point where he knew that it was going to reveal itself to you. 

He hoped, for both his sake and yours, that it wouldn’t develop into anything further.

Oh, how wrong he was. 

You sucked in a deep breath in hopes of it stabilizing you to prevent you from reducing yourself back to sobbing again. You unintentionally leaned your face into the palm of his hand, seeking out some form of physical affection that you had long been starved of—the kind where it offered warmth and comfort and not just out of pure lust and wanton need. 

You couldn’t even recall a time where even your ex had provided you with nonsexual affection; now that you pondered upon it, it seemed that the only time that he ever wanted anything to do with you was when he wanted to fuck you. Just a body to get his fill and then move on to the next thing—like you were just an object instead of his lover. 

Genuinely, when was the last time that someone had actually put forth your pleasure and your satisfaction above theirs? 

Kento’s throat, now completely on fire, ached with a fury as he settled his eyes upon the pulsating throb of your carotid artery within the juncture of your neck and your shoulder; his pupils dilated, now almost overtaking his irises. If he were a rabid dog, he would have been foaming at the mouth by now, he was absolutely sure of it. Kento inhaled a shuttered breath, now attempting to regain some semblance of self control within himself. 

You were not his meal. You were not his meal, goddammit. 

“Kento?”

Your voice ripped him out of his inattention, now drawing his focus back onto you. You still looked like a wreck, your face swollen and your eyes bloodshot, but at least you weren’t crying anymore. “Yes?” Jesus Christ, even his voice sounds parched. 

You looked at him rather meekly, as your eyes darted off to a spot within a far corner of the room, suddenly finding yourself too bashful to even look him in the eyes anymore. Your shoulders rose as you curled into yourself, appearing to him like you were both mentally and physically preparing yourself for something. 

There was a beat of silence before a mousy question pierced the air with the weight of a thousand tons, striking the oxygen out of Kento’s lungs as his ears registered it.

“Can you touch me?” 

A million thoughts fluttered through his mind at the thought of it, both the id and the superego of his consciousness now coming to play. For the past several months, all he’s wanted was you. He knew that he could treat you a thousand times better than what your piece of shit ex ever could, that much was blatantly obvious to anyone that bore witness to it—if it were up to him, you would have never had to beg for tenderness and devotion to begin with. 

However, as it stood right now, with you in his arms and with everything that had unfolded… it wouldn’t have been acceptable for Kento to take advantage of you while you were still in such an emotionally fragile and heightened state. He may consider himself to be an abomination that shouldn’t exist, but he still was a gentleman, after all. 

“No, little one. We shouldn’t.” His voice is jagged, and he doesn’t believe it himself when he  says it. “It wouldn’t be fair to do that-”

“Why?!” you bawled, frustration evident in your tone, and the tears threatening to burn in your eyes once more. With rationality somewhat still cognizant, you had a feeling that it was because of how sensitive and fraught you were—but rationality was the last thing on your mind right now. All that consumed you was the skewed thought of how unlovable you thought you were, even though it was entirely untrue in Kento’s eyes. ”Why can’t it? I’m the one that’s asking here! I’m the one that’s consenting, goddamit!”

“Y/N, no, it’s not gonna happen.”

He would kill you if it progressed any further, he was sure of it.

“Please,” you all but begged, desperate for a validation that you felt only could have been remedied in a sexual nature; voicing a tone so pathetic and pitiful—that you’ve never, not once used it in your life before. Not with your family, and certainly not with him. You leaned your head against his, your eyes closed and prayed that you would somehow be able to change his mind. Your bottom lip trembled as you continued, “all I want is to feel something else other than this heartache that I’m drowning in and I know that you care for me more than you let on. It’s not fair of me to ask this of you, and I know that, but I just don’t care right now.”

The mere sight of you, eyes completely bloodshot, your bottom lip trembling, and your cheeks wet with tears once again, almost folded Kento’s abstainment. The way that you wailed and pleaded with him—God help him—sent lightning bolts of pleasure directly to his abdomen, his hardening member started to strain against the confinements of his slacks. He never thought of himself as the type of man to truly get off on the idea of someone crying and begging him, but apparently he was learning all sorts of new things about himself tonight. 

Kento could hear your heart rate spike in rhythm, increasing the systematic pumping of your arteries, which in turn, only served to worsen his bloodlust. He felt the canines of his upper jaw start to sharpen to a point in his mouth, both pools of saliva and venom filling his mouth, nearly salivating at the near sight, sound, and smell of you.

He can’t…

He shouldn’t…

He mustn't…

You looked at him once more, cupping his face with both of your hands, attempting now to bring his focus back onto you as he bore a thousand yard stare upon you.

“Please,” you whispered, throwing all caution to the wind as the sight of a very thirsty vampire displayed before you. “I know what I’m asking here… please.”

Your words registered, and the beast within stirred awake; if it wasn’t the way that your blood sang to Kento as his thirst threatened to consume him, then it certainly was how pathetic you were becoming for him. The part that existed inside of him when he had opened his eyes and breathed his first breath into his life as a freshly turned vampire. It was the part of him that he often tried to keep buried away deep within the confines of his subconsciousness. 

Give into it, it whispered, give it a taste. 

Kento sat back on the haunches of his feet, no longer allowing himself to touch you as his rationality and his morality toed a very fine line. 

You genuinely had no idea what you were asking of him right now. 

He screwed his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, his jaw set, and his breathing labored—making one last ditch attempt to try and appeal to his better angels for the very last time.

Your hand reached forward to place a hand to his cheek. “...Kento?” 

His eyes flashed open, an animalistic presence in place of the rationalized man that you knew so well. The fire burned his throat, and he was all but a slave to the monster inside of him at this point in time. 

Oh, damn it all to hell! it screamed at him, fed up with the indecisiveness of the host it claimed. 

Kento launched himself onto you, forcibly pushing you backwards back onto the bed. The frame slid backwards, nearly breaking against the wall due to sheer impact. The sudden change in positions made you gasp out loud, but you quickly found your mouth covered with Kento’s—both yours and his teeth clacking together and his tongue massaging against yours.

His hands gripped your pants and your underwear into his fists and with little to no effort on his part:

Rrrrriiiiiippppp

The clothes that covered your legs and your core were now long gone, leaving you utterly bare underneath him.

Your breath caught in your throat, gazing upon the man that towered above you, watching in complete awe of him. The ruby red eyes that you’ve come to find comfort and solace in blazed into the darkness of the night, darted from your face, all the way down to find your cunt completely soaked in your essence. His hands slid down the sides of your abdomen, his nails now lengthened to talons as it finally broke free from its enclosure, transforming him into the monster that he always feared would reveal itself one day; a shaky exhale sounded from his lips as the intoxicating sound of your erratic heart rhythm registered in his ears.

Badump.

Badump. 

Badump.

The quickened thumping is all that you heard as you sped walked on the city pavement—long into the late autumn night and the majority of people had gone home from work and were tucked away into their homes for the remainder of the night. 

The only person that was currently out right now was you… and a shadow that you had no claim to.

He’s been following you for a while now; ever since you closed up shop, his shadow is all that you’ve seen over your shoulder since you’ve tried to make the trek back home. He visited the cafe earlier in the day, but he lingered in the dining room and refused to leave until your manager essentially forced him out of the premises when it officially had reached closing time. He had hung around within proximity of the cafe, and that alone was enough to sound off the alarm bells inside your mind. 

Throughout the time that he had spent in the cafe, he watched you with lascivious eyes; it was enough to make you uncomfortable within the first five minutes of him looking at you through a lewd lens. You could feel his stare on you as you tried to go about your daily work duties, trying your absolute best to try and busy yourself with tasks to keep your mind occupied otherwise. Your mind couldn’t even wander because you were too acutely aware as he continued to look at you, and only you.

It was nothing like when Kento did it, you snidely thought to yourself. 

You had tried phoning your fiance to see if he could either pick you up or walk home with you—only to be sorely disappointed and slightly panic stricken when all of your calls ended up unreceived. It then dawned on you that he was hanging out with a group of friends that—to be frank—you weren’t exactly on friendly terms with. He never bothered to check his phone when he was out with them, no matter how many times you ended up getting on his case for it; not to be controlling, but just to be in contact with him if something happened to either you or him. 

For you, unfortunately, that something was happening right now.

You were the last to leave your place of work, as you normally were designated the closing shift on most nights that you were scheduled. Your phone was now dead after having tried numerous times to try and reach your fiancé, all to no avail.

The anxiety in your chest began to overwhelm you, your pace increasing from a fast paced walk to a light jog now. Even when you tried to increase your distance, it seemed that your shadow simultaneously did the same thing, as well. You sensed that he was nearly close enough to you to almost put a hand on your shoulder; you tensed yourself up, preparing your body to either break out into a sprint or be ready to fight the stranger, if necessary—only to feel and hear the sound of wind whipping behind you, the air biting at the back of your neck where your skin was exposed.

You swiveled around in a complete one eighty degree turn, expecting to come face to face with your assailant—only to find an empty street.

Your eyebrows furrowed, your respiration rate—that almost mimicked your heart rhythm in terms of erraticism—began to slow down,  your eyes darted from place to place, looking for your shadow as  slight confusion overtook the anxiety where it once held prominence in the forefront of your mind. The danger was gone… but where had it gone, you wondered.

People just don’t randomly disappear out of thin air; he was just here a second ago, and now he was gone just like that? 

“—no! Please, STOP!”

The hairs on the back of your neck became ramrod straight as the sound of someone begging came from one of the back alleyways, your hands shaking, and your mouth went as dry as the Sahara desert with the perturbation returning in full force. You still weren’t safe.

“I have a wife! I have children, PLEASE!”

You should have run. You should have immediately turned back around and booked it in the opposite direction, back to a home that you would find completely empty—and yet, against your better judgment, without a single thought or consideration for your own safety and regard, your body felt like lead as it slowly inched forward to the alleyway where you could hear the pleas coming from.

“I suppose that you should have thought of that before you decided to harass someone near and dear to me.” 

Your spine straightened when you heard another speak, your heart now in your throat. A voice that you knew all too well and had become familiar with, with each visit to the cafe that he had and each conversation that he struck up with you.

What in the world was Kento doing?

More importantly, what was he planning on doing?

Hidden behind the cover of the wall, you slowly peaked your head around the corner to watch the scene unveil itself before you. 

Within ten feet from you, you could see that your shadow was being held up against the wall with Kento’s hand at his throat, his feet dangling with mere inches off the ground. 

You could make out the figure of Kento as he bared a viscous front as he held the man hostage. It startled you to see him like this; the once kind, funny, sociable man that you had grown accustomed to was nowhere to be found in the man that was in the alleyway. Your bottom lip trembled, fraught at the sight of it. The way that he held the man at his throat with just one hand, strong enough to lift him off the ground and the way that you could see the devilish red glow from his eyes in the dark of the night—it frightened you, to say the least. 

Kento Nanami was not human. That much you had gathered. 

The man continued to struggle in his hold, gripping at his wrist with both of his hands and his feet swung back and forth—you could see that he was trying to scratch at Kento’s skin and well as try to aim his kicks at his chest, in hopes of landing a blow debilitating enough to try and wind him in order to secure him freedom and guarantee some form of escape. It was all for naught, however.

Kento just barely cocked his head to the side, like he was pondering something. “Hm… I suppose that it’s bad manners to play with my food.” 

At a breakneck speed that your eyes simply couldn’t even sense or comprehend, Kento, rather effortlessly, as it appeared to you, crushed the man’s trachea, cervical spine, and spinal cord with just one squeeze of his hand; the crunch that came from the sound of the vertebrae being disintegrated made you cower where you stood. The body fell limp within his grip, all signs of struggle… and life were now gone. 

The hum of a demonic growl pierced the air, and the next thing that you knew, his lips were at the dead man’s throat. His teeth sunk into the hollow, tearing away at a chunk of flesh before the blood began to ooze out. A strangled gasp sounded from Kento once more and immediately his mouth was back on the wound, again. 

You don’t know how long you stood there as Kento drank and drained your assailant's body of his blood. You were frozen on the spot—a complete deer in the headlights, with your eyes locked onto the horrific scene as it continued to unveil itself in front of you. 

This wasn’t happening.

This was not happening!

The reality and danger of the situation finally set in after Kento smoothly tossed the body off to the side on the opposite end of the alleyway, like he was trash that needed to be thrown away. The squelching of the body hitting the ground, and crumpling into a pile of lifeless flesh and bones had you stealthily high tailing it out of there, immediately sprinting back to your home without Kento noticing. Your legs were burning, a pain in your side so sharp and fierce that it felt like you were being stabbed, and you were so out of breath by the time that you reached your house that you could feel your heartbeat throughout your entire trunk.

Unbeknownst to you, Kento’s eyes had flicked over to where you previously stood, cowering in fear as he had fed upon the stalker for his late night meal. Regret started to swirl inside his abdomen, wishing that you hadn’t seen what had just unfolded. He hadn’t meant to scare you, truly he hadn’t—but in his mind, monsters must be dealt with accordingly, even if he was one to begin with. 

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you would look at him differently now; that was a fate worse than dying of thirst after having spent so much time trying to earn your favor and companionship, as little as it may be. 

You were too anxious to sleep, and you knew that you couldn’t go to the authorities about what had just happened. There was no way in hell that they would believe you—but most of all, you simply couldn’t believe what you had just seen either. 

Someone that you considered to be, at the very least, a friend to you had murdered someone. What was worse yet, was that particular friend was a being that most people would have considered to be fictional. 

Were vampires actually real? Or was it just your imagination playing tricks on you after having worked back to back doubles for the past six days? You prayed for the latter as you tried to tuck yourself into bed for the night, your mind still too keyed up and fear still rampant in your veins. 

Eventually, the exhaustion came for you, and you fell asleep into the early hours of the morning. You don’t wake when your fiance stumbles in, completely sloshed from a night of drinking. When the sun arose the following day, you awoke to find a piece of paper tucked away into the crevice of the window frame. Plucking it free, you opened it up, only to reveal a simple message.

I hadn’t meant for you to see that. I promise you that I’m not the monster that you think I’m to be. I’ll see you soon.

-KN

A tender expression colored Kento’s face as he gazed down upon you, a slight moment of humanity breeching past the frenzied bloodlust that hazed his consciousness. He leaned his forehead against yours, letting out a constipated exhale, trying to find some method to try and ground himself as every instinct inside him screamed at him to devour the meal that laid beneath him. 

He would not harm you. 

His lips captured yours once more, the fervorness taking a much more gentler approach than previous; one hand went to cup the side of your face and the other went to start undoing and freeing himself of the clothes that proved to be restraints against the skin to skin contact that he desperately craved from you. To allow himself to feel you in the most primitive way.

In a mere matter of seconds, he presented himself to you, naked as the day he was born. Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed at him, taking in his form and the absolute heartbreaking beauty that his body could offer to you—it was almost unfair, really. He leaned down over you, both arms beside your head as he essentially caged you underneath him. Perching down to one elbow, Kento reached down with one hand to grip his hardened cock, guiding it to your weeping entrance. He glanced down, then back up to your face, intent on looking to see if you had any discomfort or objection to what was about to transpire between the two of you.

As if you could read his mind, you nodded your head yes and gripped his shoulders—both mentally and physically preparing yourself.

And with that in mind, Kento fully sheathed himself inside of you; your warm, wet walls creating the most euphoric sensation to his centuries old body, that almost made him reminisce on the very first moment that he tasted human blood in his new life. 

His hips thrust forward on their own accord, seeking out the pleasure and snugness of your cunt as it hugged around his cock the more that he moved in and out of you at a consistent rate. For a brief moment, as the sexual gratification started to overtake him the more that he moved against you—for a split second—he felt his thirst sit on the backburner, as he continued to be consumed by the thought and feeling of you. Even if it was just temporary… he felt like he could have been human while he was with you—while he was inside of you. What simple joy you provided him.

It was fleeting, however; the thirst burned at his throat once again, reminding him of the nature of his being.

The beast inside would never be quelled, until it had its fill of blood, of course. 

You were locking the doors behind you to the cafe as you were just about to head home for the night after finishing another closing shift. A soft wind whispered behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up on end, your body seismically sensing that something or someone had materialized behind you.

“Are you headed home for the night?” 

At the sound of his voice, your hands froze. Apprehensively, you slowly craned your head over your shoulder to see Kento stood behind you, his hands clasped behind his back as he tried his best to appear as nonthreatening as he possibly could. He offered you a courteous smile as strands of blonde hair fell out of the neat part that he always donned, and slowly covered one of his eyes. 

A shaky breath escaped you, the feeling of dread flooding through you. “And if I am?” 

“I would like to walk you home… if that’s alright.” 

Your mouth went dry, uncomfortable at the thought of it. “What would happen if I declined?” 

Kento tilted his head to the side, sucking in the inside of his bottom lip in between his teeth as  he pondered what would be an appropriate response—something that would put you at ease. “I would respect your choice… but I would very much like to attend to you so that I can see that you get home safely… it would also allow me to…give an explanation. You deserve that much.”

Goddamn right he did. 

“I know what you saw in the alleyway,” Kento began, as the two of you journeyed back to your home. “And I would like to apologize for it. It was extremely unbecoming of me for you to witness, and for that, I am incredibly sorry.”

A beat of silence passed, save for the sound of your shared footsteps against the pavement. 

“Are you even human?” you asked, fighting back the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment at how ridiculous the question sounded. 

He pursed his lips, and set his jaw. “I was… a long time ago.” 

“Then what are you?”

He shot you a disapproving look. “I think you’re smart enough to figure that one out.”

The finality of his answer marinated with you, trying to not make any eye contact with him as you kept your gaze straight on to the pathway in front of you.

This did not go unnoticed by Kento.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me, little one,” he tried to reassure you, urging his voice to be as reposeful as possible, gently grabbing hold of your shoulder in an effort to stop you from walking and turn to face him. “What happened back in the alleyway was a rare occurrence, and I never usually feed in such a primitive, unrefined way.”

You jerked your head back to look at him, now utterly confused and puzzled. “Then how do you feed?”

“I raid blood banks, mostly. I don’t enjoy hunting for my food.” 

“Kento, you murdered someone in cold blood. You seemed to enjoy doing that, and that’s not something that I can easily forgive or forget.” 

His face hardened as you reprimanded him for his actions. “Were you so quick to forget that he was content on harassing and possibly assaulting you that night? Is that so easily forgivable?”

“Well, no—but-”

“Listen, Y/N,” he interrupted, now just trying to plead his case to you, in hopes of somewhat alleviating the apprehension that you held towards him. He grabbed hold of both of your hands into his clasp, forcing you to face him. “I can’t control what I am, all I can do is control who I am. He had intentions on hurting you, and I don’t regret for a single second what I did to keep you safe.” 

Your eyebrows knitted together, creasing your forehead as Kento’s confession weighed in your mind. You knew that in your heart of hearts, that you should have pulled your hands away from his grip, and immediately turned back to head back to your home where your partner was waiting for you. Your priorities should have started and ended there. Whatever kind of relationship that you had with Kento would no longer exist from there on; and then… in some sick and twisted part of your mind, the part that was deeply buried within your subconsciousness… it told you to pay it no mind. 

Kento had cared for you and was willing to protect you in times of need, that much was clear. How much you had gained his compulsive adoration and overwhelming devotion, well—that was yet to be discovered now, wasn’t it?

Your cunt spasmed around him, sending shockwaves of white hot euphoria through Kento’s body as your hand reached down to vigorously rub at the oversensitive nub that was your clitorus. A strangled groan released from deep inside his core, his hips now starting to piston in and out of you; the sound of his pelvis meeting yours, of skin on skin filled the room as he continued his motions against you. 

He hooked his arms under the bend of your knees, forcing you to curl your abdomen upwards as he moved you into a modified press, the feeling of his release beginning to swell inside of him. The pace increased to a faster rate as he began to chase that orgasmic high that he longed for.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the intensity of the pleasure starting to overwhelm him, and his lack of restraint becoming apparent the more that your slick covered his length. He glanced down to see pools of your essence leak past your opening and start to drip onto the bedsheets, strings of your essence still connecting him to you as his hips moved away from yours. His mouth would have salivated at the sight of it, had he not already been to your scent, the thumping of your heart, and the rushing of the blood exchange between your organs, veins, and arteries. 

Kento absentmindedly let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing up against the hollow of your throat—a dangerous move. He could feel the pulsation underneath the thinly veiled cover that was your skin. If he were human, he could have sworn that he was intoxicated by the mere sensation of it. 

The rational part of his mind, as tiny as it may have been in that moment, screamed at him.

He would not harm you. 

“K-Kento!” you cried out, finding yourself entrapped to the total euphoria that Kento’s body was offering you, your body literally being jerked up and down with the way that his hips continued to slap against yours; his thrusts so powerful that it was beginning to transcend to the bedframe and have the headboard start to rap against the wall. Your hands latched onto the muscles of his back, your fingernails digging into the flesh and leaving erratic scratches in their wake. Your limbs felt like complete jelly, and it’s not like you could do anything about it either; all that was in your power to do, was to lie there and take it. 

And take it, you happily would do. 

It became routine that Kento would see to it that you would safely make it home after working a closing shift at the cafe by accompanying you on your long walk home. 

His lips brushed against the portion of your throat that was your carotid, the fangs barely starting to peak out past them. 

Most nights you would find a single rose by the window frame.

Kento’s breath became labored, if not more so, as the venom started to flood his mouth. His tongue slowly rolled out to lick a strip of saliva against neck. 

He would sit with you during your lunch break, talking about anything and everything and would quite literally hang onto every single word that you would say in conversation. 

He would not harm you.

Kento’s cognition was no longer prominent anymore, as the monster inside once again overtook his rationality—he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, even though it continued to scream at him to not continue any further, no matter how dwindled it was in the current moment. 

His fangs pierced through your skin, and the nectar that was your blood slowly dribbled onto his tongue—igniting every nerve ending on fire in his body, and the vampiric nature revealed itself at long last. The last bit of his cognition finally dissolved and the frenzy finally consumed him. 

The sensation of his teeth breaching past your skin made you gasp—the foreign feeling borderline painful, but extremely indulgent in some way that you had never experienced before. The eroticism of it all sent shockwaves of white hot pleasure directly to your core, Kento’s cock now jackhammering in and out of you at an inhuman pace. 

He locked his body onto yours and latched his mouth onto you, and he drank. 

He drank and he drank and he drank, until the burn in his throat dulled. Until his climax was reached as he continued to thrust into you, the pleasure exploded throughout his abdomen and he groaned directly into the flesh of your neck. 

“K… Kento.” Your voice was weak. You felt faint. 

He… he can’t stop.

“Ken…” 

Black spots started to fill your vision, and your body felt like it weighed far heavier than it should. 

“K… Ken… please… stop…”

Your world goes dark—and Kento could feel his heart stop in his chest the moment that he hears yours do the same, as well, sobering him immediately within the moment. 

~

“Y…N…”

A voice called out to you in the darkness. 

“C…me… ba… t… me…” it said, each word fading in, as the other would start to fade out. 

“Little one…wake up…”

Good god, your head was absolutely pounding right now. 

You could feel your body slowly fall and rise, your back up against someone's chest. You blearily opened your eyes, temporarily blinding yourself to the extremely bright overhead light just to find yourself in Kento’s arms, the both of you in the bathtub with water filled to the very top of it; both of your feet were propped up to the edges of the tub, creating elevation between your legs and the rest of your body. 

You slowly lulled your head to the side, to meet the overly concerned gaze of Kento—the carmine eyes filling your vision.

“Oh, Y/N. Thank god,” he breathed, quickly leaning down to press a kiss to your exposed forehead. “I thought I lost you.” 

“...wha… happen’?” Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth, unable to properly form words that you wished to speak. 

Kento’s face becomes grave, regret filling his voice and his body turning cold as he confesses to you, “I fed on you… and I almost killed you for it.”

Your head fell back into its original position up against Kento’s chest, still too weak to even maintain it upright. A low hum rumbled from your throat as you digested what was just said to you. Some part of you knew that this could have happened, even when you completely ignored the warning signs when Kento had clearly told you otherwise. 

You reap what you sow, you guess. 

“I nearly drained you completely of your blood, and for that, I am incredibly sorry.” Kento was extraordinarily dismayed by his actions—he thought of himself as someone that could afford great restraint, but even he isn’t infallible. 

Your eyes drifted down to the warm bathwater, disregarding what Kento was saying to you. “...what happened after?” Your voice is a little bit more sturdy as you slowly become more alert and oriented. It became more and more apparent of a sharp ache that dulled in the center of your chest.

“Your heart stopped… so I had to perform CPR on you and I gave you some of my blood to help replenish what you lost.” Ah, so that’s what the pain in your chest was from. You must have had a confused look because he quickly followed up with, “I cut myself and allowed for my blood to drip into your mouth… it was the only way that I could think of to get it into your system.” Your eyes looked downwards to see large incision made cuts to his forearms that stretched from his wrists all the way to his elbows.

“You shouldn’t have done that. You’ve hurt yourself.” You slowly raised a hand out of the water to gently press your fingertips to the freshly made wounds on his forearms. 

A sarcastic laugh erupted from Kento, startling you as he did so, the hilarity of your concern for him rendering him incredulous. “I nearly killed you because of my own selfish desires and wanton lust, and you’re concerned about me because of cuts that I made to myself?” 

“I pushed you… that’s not your fault.” You lulled your head to the side to glance up at him once more, just to see the shameful expression formed on his face. “You told me not to… and I still didn’t listen to you. Part of the blame lies with me, as well.” 

“Don’t.” His voice was stern. “I should have known better, and you paid the price for it. Don’t try to assuage my guilt. This whole thing is my entire fault.” 

“But if I don’t, you’ll continue to degrade and blame yourself for it.”

Kento cynically chuckled. “I should.” 

You shook your head. “No, you shouldn’t.” 

He exhaled a sharp sigh, realizing that he wasn’t going to dissuade you; he then ended up changing the subject entirely. “How are you feeling?” 

You weakly smiled at him, hoping to dissuade some of the shame and grief that he was directing towards himself. “Honestly? I’ve had better days.” You shakily raised a hand, gesturing to the bathwater. “Why the bath?”

Kento raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose with his thumb and his forefinger. “I needed to find a way to keep you warm somehow. A hot bath seemed like a good idea at the time.” 

The two of you sat in silence for some time after that, just basking in each other’s presence with the water having gone cold after at least thirty to forty minutes of stillness. You didn’t pay it any attention, however.

“I hope you know that I’m not mad at you,” you said, breaking the silence. 

A pregnant pause passed as Kento tried to conjure up a way to respond, without trying to argue with you in any way, shape, or form. “You should be upset with me,” he began, “but I’m thankful that you’re not.” He leaned his face into your shoulder, longing for a sense of affection. “I’ll spend my whole existence trying to make this up to you.” 

A tiny smile formed. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

Another breathy chuckle; he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss once more to the top of your forehead. “Not for you, it’s not.” 

Kento eventually got the both of you out of the bathtub, lifting and carrying your body out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He laid you upon the bed, and tenderly dabbed away at your body with a towel in an effort to try and dry you off. He then dressed you warmly in clothes that were sure to keep your body heated throughout the night. 

With a fondness that mimicked that of a husband to his wife, he gently laid you into bed as he grabbed hold of a glass of juice, hoping that the sugar would eventually replenish some of the energy that you were terribly depleted of. “Open,” he instructed, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips. 

You downed the entire glass in a mere matter of seconds, the liquid offering you reprieve as both your tongue and throat were incredibly dry. 

“Easy, easy now,” he gently chided, using his thumb to swipe away at any droplets that escaped past your lips or the cup. “It’s not going anywhere, little one, I can promise you that much.” 

“Didn’t realize how thirsty I was,” you coughed, using the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away at your mouth. You could feel the sugar from the juice start to alleviate some of the horridness that you felt throughout your body—it wasn’t much, but it was certainly a start.

Kento took the cup away, setting it off to the side on the bedside table. “Come now, you should get some sleep… your body certainly needs it.” 

A look of uncertainty passed on your face. “Will you still be here when I wake up?” 

He threaded his fingers with yours, pulling the covers up to your chin. “I promise.” 

Kento maneuvered himself behind you, curling his arms around you to pull your back against his chest. Unsatisfied, you managed to turn your body around so that you were facing him, your head resting against where his heart was. The calming, rhythmic motion of his breathing, along with the steady beat of his heart is what allowed you to fully succumb to unconsciousness, undaunted and  peacefully into the night.

nanami remains gentle, even though something animalistic possesses him, then, at the very obvious evidence that you’re his. 

“i’m sorry,” he says again, but it’s a little weak, less apologetic than he meant it to be. but you’ve already moved on, kissing him with a renewed passion as you slip his shirt off. 

he starts to notice, after that, you push his face into your neck a lot. 

still, it doesn’t hit him immediately, what you’re getting at. nanami gets so lost in you that a part of his logic switches off, and things that normally would’ve been obvious to him just aren’t anymore.

so, he kisses you more on your neck, leaves gentler little love bites, even if he'd much rather tear open the skin and let that sweet nectar pour into his lips. 

this time, you’re under him, spread out for him on the bed in the little black lingerie set you'd pretended to be too shy to wear.

he wants you more now than he ever has; ever since he got that little taste of your blood, it’s been all he thinks about. 

nanami loves you, though, and he’s not that type of man. he’s not going to ask you if he can have a tiny little sip of your blood again, because he refuses to put you through any pain for his own pleasure. 

but its almost impossible to resist you when you keep pressing your face into his neck, making those sweet little sounds as you writhe beneath him. 

“kento,” you say, a breathy moan leaving you, and he hums against you as a response, his fingers skimming across your body. “i want…” 

you don’t finish your sentence, but press his face into your neck again, tightening your grip on his hair. nanami laughs against your throat. “what do you want? gotta tell me, pretty.”

your cheeks grow hot, but you arch up into him as his fingers slip inside of you. “bite me,” you say, unable to look at him, too embarrassed by your desire. “like you did before. please, please.” 

nanami stops for a moment, glances up at your with a wrinkled brow, confusion locked in his irises. “bite you?” he hesitates, then lets the pearly fangs slip over his lips. “you mean…”

your eyes widened, gloss over with lust as you nod slowly, trying to get him back in your arms. but nanami laces his fingers with yours, pins you to the bed, his eyes darkening as he laughs. 

“oh,” he says, swirling his tongue along your vein as you whimper, squeezing his hand. of all the requests you might make, that, somehow, didn’t cross his mind. “you like it?” his fangs scrape over your skin, the smoothness of his tongue against your neck driving you wild. 

you whimper, and squeeze your ankles around his own, the desperation answer enough. 

nanami grins, breathless, and really, he shouldn’t have been surprised. you’re so desperate, hungry for him sometimes, his sweet girl who turns into such a fiend for him when no one’s looking. “you should've just told me," he licks a smooth circle around your vein, "don’t have to be embarrassed about it, sweetheart."

nanami pierces the skin, the hot, warm liquid flooding his lips, and you cry out again, but this time, nanami senses the pleasure in it rather than pain. the way that you fall apart, let him take you completely under control, and enjoy it.

"you're mine," nanami says, his voice horse, blood coating his teeth and his lips, the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. "no one's ever going to taste you but me, understand?"

you nod, whispering a string of incoherent syllables that nanami, in his drunken mind, can't be bothered to decipher.