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Soft lips brushed along your neck, feather light kisses that would have made you weak in the knees had you not already been straddling the violet haired man. His breath fanned out against your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake; you grinned against his neck. His fangs nipped at your skin, teasing, and you pressed your own lips to his, biting playfully.
“Feisty, aren’t you?” Shinsou mused, pulling back to stare up at you with half-lidded eyes and his trademark lazy smirk. You shrugged, cupping his face in your hands and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Mm, but you wouldn’t like me any other way.” You say it confidently, knowing well you have the immortal wrapped around your fingers. If you didn’t, he would have already made a meal of you and been gone.
The first time you met Shinsou, you were convinced that was exactly what he was going to do. It was at a house party, with music that was too-loud and people playing beer pong in the backyard; you’d spotted him kicked back on the couch in the den with the other’s who were more interested in getting high than drinking. His eyes had been glowing in the dimly lit room; he was chuckling at something his blond friend had said — and you’d been completely hypnotized. It wasn’t until he gave you a smug smirk that you’d huffed and hurried off in embarrassment, drink in hand and heart beating anxiously against your ribs.
“That’s true.” He conceded easily, holding you by your hips and grinding himself up against you. The soft squeak of surprise you released made him groan and bury his face against your shoulder.
“I love you.” You laughed, and he chuckled, looping his arms around you to hold you in an embrace. Gently, you carded your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was hard to be anything but comfortable with Shinsou; his very presence was enough to make you relax.
“You’ve only known me for a few months.” He chastised gently, and you rolled your eyes.
“So that means I can’t love you? Technically you’re— what, like, a hundred years older than me? So shouldn’t that make you a perv for even looking my direction?” You teased, unwilling to discuss it seriously, and in another breath, he had you pinned beneath him on the bed, scowling down at you playfully.
“It means you shouldn’t be saying you love me, when you could be over me in another month.” You shrugged, grinning at him.
“Even if I were to get over you that fast, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you right now.” His kiss was hard, and you were surprised by the ferocity of it as he laced his fingers through yours, holding them against the mattress. Typically he was always sure to be tender — to be soft — but it seemed he’d forgotten you were very fragile by comparison to himself, because you felt your lips literally bruising when he pulled away.
“You’re insufferable.” You grinned up at him, despite his narrowed eyes, licking your aching lips. “I don’t know how I put up with you.” The two of you laughed as he pressed his forehead against yours, and you basked in the fact that even if he had yet to say it, he loved you too. Though, he had probably loved many women in the span of his long, long life. You tried not to think about that, instead squeezing his hands.
“With your infinite patience, of course.” You teased, waggling your eyebrows, and he rolled his eyes — muttering a sarcastic “of course” in agreement — before leaning down to run his fangs along your neck. There was a sputter in your heartbeat; with great amusement, you realized he’d literally trained you to be excited every time his sharpened canines touched your skin.
The pain gave way to pleasure instantly when he bit down, and you arched into him, letting out a simpering moan. His hands wandered down your body, a chilling caress as you laced your fingers through his hair, holding him to you eagerly. You couldn't help but love it when he fed from you; the wave of euphoria was enough to sweep you off your feet. You shiver at the sound of him drinking your blood, and very nearly pout when he pulls away to smirk smugly down at you once more.
“You’re too cute.” He cooed and you rolled your eyes, feeling warmth creep up your face at the affectionate look in his eye. It didn't help that being fed from always left your head in a bit of a fog, and therefore much more vulnerable to your lovers teasing.
“Just say you love me and get it over with.” He chuckled at your snarky response, licking his lips clean from the few remaining droplets of your blood. Tentatively, he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and you returned the gesture easily.
“I love you.” The words surprised you as he whispered them against your mouth — you hadn't thought he would actually say it! — and you stiffened. Violet eyes met yours with a softness that sucked the air from your lungs and you squirmed, suddenly feeling flustered. It wasn’t that Shinsou wasn’t romantic or anything, but hearing him admit he loved you played on your heart strings expertly; the surprise only helped to leave you speechless.
“Too cute.” Shinsou repeated, face breaking into another shit-eating grin before he kissed you, this time deepening it. You let him, unbothered by the tang of copper on his tongue as you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs tracing his cheekbones affectionately. You loved him — your pretty little monster — and hearing him say he loved you too made everything in you hum with glee. When he pulled away, you found yourself hoping that maybe things wouldn’t end as quickly as he anticipated; the two of you shared nervous smiles.