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house of cards - bts
his fingers were lost in your tangled hair. hand pressing behind your head hard, but certainly not hard enough to hurt you. your eyes were crossed and your mind was in the clouds by then.
your head was tilted back and sinking into the sheets while his was in between your neck and your collarbone, busy. your lips were parted, breathing ragged and heavy as hanma feasted on you. you were terrified. thrilled. it felt as if your whole body had been shocked by a wave of electricity.
except there were no electricity. hanma was all you need. with a single bite piercing into your skin, it felt as if you were close to death, in an enthralling way. you felt every single thing happening. his lips. his teeth. his hand. your own blood draining and so was your life.
you tasted so good on his tongue. in 100 years of living he swore he had never tasted a blood this smooth in his throat. it got him feeling all sort of way. his toes were tightly curled as his eyes went white from the satisfaction he felt. a few breathy moans could be heard from him from time to time. he had been waiting for this moment for too long.
he had been craving, aching for your taste. he was starving. for only you.
you were helplessly trapped in his arms that were wrapped around you, strong and firm. it was as if he was reminding all creatures on earth that you were his. he respects you as your own person but you were his. and in some way, your heart thumps everytime you're reminded of it.
each breath he took was deep and slow. he was making sure he enjoys your taste as much as he could. he wanted to remember it, burning it into his brain and taste buds. he felt sorry for you who was hurting, but he wanted to be a little selfish tonight. you gave him what he wanted and he was making sure he's using that opportunity to the fullest.
however there is just so much a fragile human like you could ever handle. you were almost at your limit. any more blood to come out of you would take away your life.
"shuji." your voice was coarse and slow.
he immediately stopped upon hearing his lover calling his name. there's something about the way it's pronounced on your tongue, ending on your lips. he loves every bit of it. every bit of you.
his eyes were burning right into yours. the loving gaze was back. the usual hanma.
he was sort of pulled back to reality from hearing your voice. god what the fuck did he do? didn't he control himself? he was starting to panic seeing your state under him. no one else was to blame except him. your sweaty face was held gently. "im sorry. i tried. im sorry. i couldnt protect you fuck what did i do im so sorry im sorry–"
"hanma shuji." even with your throat feeling like it was filled with nothing but dry air, you sternly called for him to calm down. "turn me." you continued. this time, no voice could be heard. it was a whisper. a whisper with a meaning so heavy it felt like a scream in his ears.
you're always so stubborn. though he loves that part about you, he couldnt lie that it throws you into trouble for too many times.
"why do you do this." he sounded concerned and worried. turning into his kind is not something easy. the burden that comes with it was too much for even him to handle. he didn't want you to ever felt what he felt.
hesitating and thinking. he held your head and was almost ready. almost. he didn't move. instead he stared at you as his eyebrows furrowed with emotions.
you held him by the side of his neck. the coldness of his skin shocked your already cold hands. making sure your eyes went through him, telling him that you're ready, you stared hard into his eyes.
your lips slowly went to attach themselves on his. yours were soft on his bloodied lips. "its okay." a whisper could be heard from you. contrasting from your hot breathe on his lips, it somehow cooled him down.
he held you close, kissing your skin gently before his fangs went into your neck.
