#haikyiu x you

[oiks-milkbread]

Vampire Atsumu

Since I made demon suna and ghost akaashi, and it's spooky season, I think it's fair to try to write something about my other blorbos as fantasy creatures

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You knock at his door, leaning on the wall while you wait for atsumu to let you come in.

It doesn't take a lot before the door opens, you're greeted by a pair of golden eyes and a playful smirk. You just invite yourself in, not in the mood for your usual banter.

"Don't you even wait for me to let you in? How rude", atsumu says pretending to be offended.

"Are you jealous I can do that and you can't?", you make a pouty face.

"Do you really think that making fun of me is the smartest decision?", he raises an eyebrow.

"I'm just teasing you, miya", you take a step closer, "I thought you liked playing with food".

You should feel intimidated, scared. Atsumu is taller than you, gifted with large shoulders and strong hands. His clothes hide his muscles, but you knew what was underneath, you've seen his naked torso many times at this point.

You should be scared, you should be terrified. Instead you're just mocking the big bad wolf, inviting yourself in his lair, waiting to be devoured.

"It's not fun if you're not scared, pretty", atsumu says while walking towards his bedroom, running his hand through his blonde hair. You follow him, taking off your jacket.

"Why should I be scared?", you huff, "We've done this before and here I am".

"So", you sit on the bed, "what can I offer you this time?", you ask looking at him. You can't decipher what's going on in his head, but you try to maintain your calm expression. "I'd prefer if you could avoid biting my wrist this time, it hurt".

Atsumu gives you an apologetic smile and then he's on you.

You find yourself with your back pressed to the mattress, his weight on you, it would be nice, almost comforting, if only his body wasn't so cold. For a second a shiver travels down your spine, you swallow the noises that are trying to escape your mouth.

"I'm sorry", the blonde murmurs while leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

"Don't be", you smooth your palms over his back, "just don't drain me...and make me some food for when I wake up", you add.

He leaves your neck to look at your eyes, a serious expression grazes his face, such a rare sight, you think to yourself.

"You know you can trust me, right?".

"I know", you feel your face getting warmer under his stare.

He gives you a kiss, big hands caressing your sides, then finding your hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. Then his lips are again on your neck. You close your eyes, preparing yourself.

For a second you feel a sharp pain, his fangs tearing your soft skin. It doesn't last long, but it's enough for tears to blurry your vision, a cry leaving your mouth.

You squeeze his hands harder, feeling your heart beating inside your ears, your body spasming in sign of protest.

Then it stops. Everything slowly become hazier, your body feels a little bit more numb every second. Your hands slowly release atsumu's, your lids feel heavy, before you can realize it you're fast asleep.