Drabble Collection #2

Zhang Yixing || EXO, Solo || Ritual Gone Wrong!AU [M]

Yixing watches you move around the small bedroom, the shroud of darkness hiding him from view but you seem to be illuminated by the small lamp that casts a circle of light from it. You've been pacing since nightfall, your words muttered quietly under your breath. He can feel you calling him, his name having left your lips a hundred times from his count; he came on the first whisper of it though he never made his presence known.

You can feel he's there though; you are just working up the courage to call him out. Over the years, you've become accustomed to what his presence feels like and you can feel his eyes watching you from the one dark corner of your room.

Inhaling deeply, you pause to face his direction and look directly at him, "are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" He chuckles, his dimples showing as he lazily makes his way towards you; when he comes to a stop before you, you suddenly feel the fear you've been trying to will away.

Yixing leans forward, sniffing at your neck before snapping his teeth together and causing you to flinch. "Is that what you want?" He rests his hands on your biceps and moves you towards your double bed, "because I can very easily take you, have my way with you and make you forever mine. The emotions dripping from your skin are delightful; fear mixed with excitement is a dangerous combination."

His lips lower, testing the strength of your resolve before pulling back and cocking his head to the side. You want this, he felt it the moment your lips touched and he can finally have what he's been wanting for an eternity.

Or what has felt like one.

Capturing your lips with a hungry passion, Yixing lowers you to the bed before getting to work at removing each item of your clothing; you desperately reach for him and strip him of the thin, dark clothes he wears.

Tonight, you are finally his.

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You had spent years with him, the asylum where he stayed inside your head until you finally went insane but that wasn't good enough – Yixing needed you sane because what's the point of driving someone too madness if they become too incoherent to understand.

He possessed you, made you better and manipulated you into feeling something for him, something you would never have done before – loving him.

Your feelings are uncontrollable, the constant back and forth, the darkness that swirls around you because of his impression on your soul; Yixing loves feeding off you, his favourite toy even if you try to hate him.

"You destroyed my life," you scream, tossing a glass at him only for him to easily dodge it, "you framed me for murder and I wasted away in that hellhole because of you!" Yixing says nothing; he smirks as he moves out of the way of another object you toss. "The worse thing is that even after all of that, I'm still in love with you." You choke out a sob, realising that no matter how much you try to hate him – try to force that emotion out of yourself, it always changes to love.

Demon manipulation, you know it and you hate it.

"Oh," he walks closer, backing you against the wall as you try to avoid his touch, "my pet, look at you all worked up over what's dead and buried." You cringe while he touches his nose to your neck and inhales. "Mmm, the scent of your anger, the way it boils your blood makes you delicious and I know what that does to that twisted little mind of yours." You close your eyes as you feel his hand reach between your legs.

While he's twisted your soul into his own personal toy, he's damaged so much of the inner workings of your brain and heart. You can never hate him but you can hate the man who stares at you at the bus stop for too long, you cannot speak his name in front of anyone else and always refer to him as Lay and anger, anger turns you on.

Yixing's lips touch the shell of your ear, "I've never wanted to bed a human before," he chuckles, "the rules that forbid it and all but," he pushes his palm against the growing dampness of your panties, "after feeling this how can I resist. I know you want to fuck me too, so let's get this party started."