Oko Ruto X Reader _-*ONESHOTS*-_

Blood Lust

_-*Vampire!Oko*-_ I

 I changed it so it wouldn't be a lemon, there might be a vampire lemon in the future, but this setting just doesn't fit with it.

         (Y/N) (L/N). Argh! Stop thinking about her damnit! So what she's so adorable and shy and smart and... Smells delicious..... Gah! No! You can't do that to her! She's been such an angel to you and you're seriously thinking about drinking from her?! You sick bastard. 

          I guess you've caught on to the fact that I'm a vampire... I'm not proud of it, I don't like hurting most people, they've been so nice to me. Keyword: Most.

          Thats her. Right over there. Getting laughed at by Musume-chan and her clique. Holding back her tears as she gets teased for every little thing. I can't stand to see her like this but there's nothing I can really do. I always get so nervous talking to adults and everybody sees Musume as a perfect angel. Well, besides her victims, that is. (Y/N), the sweetest girl I've ever met getting bullied for no reason other than jealousy. These are the kinds of people I don't mind hurting. The kind that hurt innocent people for their own sick amusement. I held back the boiling in my chest. 

          I placed my book on my desk and walked up to them. Pushing Musume away, I wrapped my arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder and lead her back to the occult club, giving the blonde a quick glare as I did so. When I closed the door, I suddenly found myself nuzzling her neck, my eyes glow red as I try to hold back my urge. The sweet scent of her blood was more evident now that her heart was pumping it through her so quickly. She blushed when I rested my head on her collar bone. I closed my eyes and let all my anger and urges melt away as I heard her soothing heartbeat. Badum Badum. I inhaled her musk once more, a hint of vanilla mixed in.

          I must have pushed her against the wall at some point, my forehead was against the cold wallpaper as I kissed her neck. Her arms were around my waist, tiny hands gripping wrinkles into my coat. Soft whimpers rolled past her lips. I hugged her waist a little tighter and took a deep breath. Bad idea. That sweet scent rushed into my lungs, filling me in every sense. My pupils converted into slits. My mind went blank. I plunged my fangs deep into her shoulder, a few drops of crimson splattered on the wall as she gasped in surprise.

         She clenched her fists on my jacket even more now, her breath switched between hitched and heavy, though it didn't seem like she was in pain, not much at least. Her blood was rather delicious, I wouldn't say it was sweet per say, but it resembled a rich, red wine. I finally detached my fangs with a gasp for air, leaning my forehead against her shoulder with my arms against the wall above me. 

        I was snapped out of my hazey trance by her chuckle. "I'm impressed. It took you a while to finally give in. You must really have some great self control." All of the pieces finally connected when she grazed her sharp, blood stained fangs against the shell of my ear.

Shit man its lowkey 1:47 am rn