(slightly sensual shit ohmygod.)

Himiko's feeling jealous for the past few weeks. She hates how you hung out with some bastards-- it can even be the league or anyone else she's calling bastards for temporary. She despised how you didn’t care about her piercing gaze- despite it giving goosebumps.

She'd make that change soon.

She wanted to know how pretty her fangs would look with your sweet, spicy or sour of a blood on them. How they'd taste and the intensity of the flavors. How you looked with the marks of her teeth on specific places, eyes half lidded.

She wanted to prove she's the one who can love you, in the way she proved love.

..... "Just let me." The girl spoke against the skin of your neck.

What was the scenario again? Himiko having you trapped on the LOV's couch with her knee with nobody else around, hands making sure you didn't escape just yet.

She should've gotten restraints to use, but she's not that mean. She'll let you go after she's done with a few marks if you resist. Forcing isn’t something you'd do to someone you love, she heard.

Himiko's teeth dug lightly into your neck, before putting more pressure and tasted the blood that trickled down just like how she did with the previous bites. She slid her tongue to taste the liquid, darting it to wet her lips.