‘Just one bite wouldn’t hurt.’ That’s what you would’ve said if this wasn’t the fifth time this week he had fed on you. Your beloved boyfriend, Lawliet. You were surprised at first when he revealed that he was a vampire, but agreed to date him anyways.

He had gave you countless warnings of how he’d act, but you had accepted nonetheless. You thought you knew how vampires got around blood, but oh how wrong you were. Lawliet wasn’t a normal vampire, he’d become more hungry for blood than regular vampires do, more clingy, more needy.

You’d let him feed on you, as long as he didn’t take too much blood, and didn’t bite too hard. But you forgot to mention one special rule- or maybe you did and Lawliet just forgot. No more than one bite per feed. One bite turned into two, two turned into three, three turned into you having to tell him to stop.

Today is unlike no other. You feel a soft embrace from behind you, already knowing who it is, and how clingy he can get on days like this. You feel his breath ghosting your neck before a sharp sting comes, followed by his tongue soothing the bite mark. You let out a soft wince as he bites down again, then again, and again. Once he pulls back, he tilts your head towards his, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.