(´꒳`∗) I like this idea~
Kou’s skinny wrists jerked under your grip when your fangs pierced his skin. Blood welled up, hot and sweet against your tongue, and the little sounds slipping out of him made the taste all the sharper.
His back arched, chest pressing against yours as he tried to squirm away from the pain, heaving with unsteady breaths.
When you finally pulled away, he crumpled, unable to stand now that your grip wasn’t keeping him up. Tear streaks ran down Kou’s pretty face, stunning blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, and soft lips were bitten-pink, complemented by the blood streaking his neck.
In short, he looked delicious.
On a whim, you pulled out your phone, snapping a couple quick pictures of Kou’s wrecked appearance before a truly wicked idea struck you.
“Hey, pet~” you crooned, kneeling down to his level with your phone in hand. “Have a look at this! Don’t you just look precious?”
Dazed eyes flicking to the screen, Kou’s face abruptly went a good couple shades redder. He looked away just as fast, scrunching up his face and whining. How cute. He really did sound like some kind of pet.
“Come on, now. I thought you were vain? Don’t you love it when those annoying girls take pictures of you when you’re at work? How’s this any different?” You paused, bringing a finger to your lips. “…speaking of work, I wonder what your little fans would think of seeing these?” It was hard not to snicker, imagining what kind of face he’d make in response.
And, oh, you weren’t disappointed. Kou instantly lunged forwards, scrambling for the phone. You were on your feet in a second, holding it just above his head and laughing at the panic in his eyes.
“No! Please, don’t!” Kou whimpered. “Please. I-I won’t struggle anymore? I’ll let you bite me at school? Anything, anything if you just delete those!” There was genuine fear in his voice, and the sound of it was even sweeter than his blood. You took a moment pretending to think.
“Hmm… okay. I won’t post them. You’re too cute for me to delete the pictures, but, you know why I won’t spread them?”
Relief was visible in the way Kou’s shoulder’s dropped, in the way the pretty tears in his eyes finally spilled over. You could see his shoulders shaking. His thin fingers curled against the floor.
You kneeled again, slipping your phone into your pocket again. This time, you wrapped one arm around Kou’s shoulders, ignoring the way he stiffened, and following it up by pressing a little kiss to the side of his forehead. Kou shivered even harder at the contact, eyeing you with nothing short of terror, and you smiled, tugging him closer to you.
“You’re mine, kitty. No one else gets to see the pretty faces you make for me. I’ll be the one to torment you until the end of time.”
He didn’t dare to object.