Strawberries

Strawberries

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Tags: Chan/fem!reader, sub Chan (who's surprised?), blood play, masochism, vampires, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, like SLIGHTLY dubious consent due to aphrodisiac venom & under-negotiation but it's really fine, ownership

Summary: In which Chan becomes a blood slave. That's really it.

This wasn't exactly how Chan expected this night to go, but he's not at all complaining.

Taglist: @sunnyville36 @snow-pegasus

Inspired by this thing I wrote a little while ago bc I was horny about Chan's neck lmao

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He sits at a bar, his red bracelet on full display as he nurses a glass of something brown and smoky.

The club is dim, low jazzy music playing in the background of hundreds of conversations. It may seem like any normal club, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Because most of the conversations happening in the room were different versions of, "Can I feed from you tonight?" And "Your place or mine?"

Vampires.

Chan could pick them out of a crowd easily now, their silky hair, piercing eyes, immaculate posture. Compared to the humans, they stuck out like sore thumbs, only blending in enough to fool the untrained eye.

Then again, maybe chan's opinion was biased. After all, most people who come here haven't been a blood donor since they were 18.

It started by accident, really.

Chan was a curious teenager, too curious for his own good, so when he heard pained noises from an alleyway he went to investigate.

He found a vampire, short and sallow, looking starved as they moaned in the far corner.

Ever the helper, he offered to call an ambulance, something, but they kept saying no. Chan put it together pretty quickly; despite their emaciated look they still had the intense eyes of a vampire, poised for hunting.

His decision to crane his neck to the side and say "Drink from me." was mainly fueled by his exhaustion, but even tired beyond belief he wasn't an idiot. He'd learned about vampires like everyone else did, he's seen them in classes, worked with them, all of it.

So he knows he'll be fine, that worst case scenario he'll pass out in the alley and at the time that didn't seem like a bad deal.

Predictably enough, that's exactly what happened. The vampire, a boy Chan later found out was named Felix, drank their fill and panicked upon seeing that it knocked Chan out cold.

They carried him to their home and let him rest there, and from then on Chan was hooked.

He missed out on some of the high by falling asleep, but even days later he felt rejuvenated, energized, even giddy off of the feeling. He researched and found that it was from the venom vampires inject in their meals— it often had high-inducing effects in humans, though the specifics differed widely from vampire to vampire.

Felix's particular venom was like a triple shot of espresso, pumped directly into his veins.

Even now, 8 years later, with Felix as his best friend, he still asks to be fed from when he has a particularly long night ahead of him.

Felix introduced him to this club a few years back, encouraging him to make more friends, and though it took some getting used to Chan quickly became a regular.

Today, though, he's not really feeling it.

Usually he gets a little buzzed just from the energy of the place, the eyes he knows are following his every move, but not today.

Today, all of his attention is on you.

You're chatting with the bartender a few seats away, hair up in an intricate style and eyes rimmed with dark eyeliner, making them look even sharper, if it was possible.

The bartender is another vampire, but Chan wouldn't be surprised if he tried to take you home after his shift. You're leaning across the bar, cleavage showing beautifully and almost spilling out of the wine red dress covering them.

Chan is interested. He's so beyond interested, borderline infatuated, and he literally swoons when you flash your fangs at the man, perfectly white and long.

Chan loved longer fangs, he could always feel the sting for longer and that meant a longer high.

"I'm here to find something to eat, but sadly I haven't had much catch my eye."

The bartender makes a sympathetic noise and hands you another glass of whiskey, which you down in just a few swallows.

Chan's head actually swims with how hot the sight is, and he figures he should probably say something before he passes out.

"Unfortunate odds, really. Not a single person in here interests you?"

Chan flinches when your eyes, so intense and dark, settle on him, but your low laugh is enough to ease the embarrassment.

"Hmm... Now that I get a good look at you, I think I've changed my mind."

You slide down to the seat beside him and the bartender gives Chan a dirty look, but he's too preoccupied with your eyes to notice.

He's left bereft, though, when you close them.

"Sorry, I don't want to seduce you too quickly."

And sure enough, the melty feeling in chan's chest is gone, or at least dimmed.

"Oh. Is that a normal thing?"

You shrug. "It's just a me thing, I think. Seduction, lust, the works. It's why it's so difficult to find food these days, I try not to make people too attached but that's hard when your venom is based on binding people to you with sex."

If Chan didn't think he'd look like a complete idiot, he'd wave his hand in the air like an overeager 1st grader.

"Well, that's not a problem for everyone. Certainly not one for me."

Your eyes open, slow, and Chan lets out a breath as the heat settles over him again, warm and disorienting.

"Is that so?"

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Chan adopted a policy to never go to someone else's house for these little visits a long time ago, after a few cose calls that ended with Felix essentially putting him on house arrest.

Luckily you're fine with it, and Felix is rarely ever home at night.

Chan is shaking too hard to get the key in the lock, so you smoothly guide it out of his hands and open the door for him.

It's a tiny gesture, but it makes Chan's insides burn up.

"So... Should we... Um... Get started? Maybe?"

You laugh at him, somehow both mocking and fond, like watching a pet run into a wall.

"How about this, honey? You just sit down and get comfortable, and I take what I need."

Chan's nodding before he even recognizes the words, climbing onto the bed and settling against the pillows.

"Such a pretty thing. I bet your blood tastes lovely."

You climb on top of him, pressing featherlight kisses to his neck and cheeks.

"I've been told- ah- it tastes like fruit."

"Oh really?" You nip at his neck, that same familiar spot vampires always know how to find, not breaking the skin but making Chan wish you would.

"Please," he whispers, back already arching. It's heady, the energy in the room, your eyes pressing past his skin and into his very soul, dragging out his arousal like warm taffy.

"How can I say no when you beg so pretty?"

Chan barely gets a breath before you're digging your fangs into him, and he blacks out for a second.

It's always a lot, the mixture of pain and pleasure, but this is unlike anything Chan has ever experienced.

If your gaze made him hot, your bite turned him into molten lava, burning through his bloodstream and leaving nothing but pleasure in it's wake.

It feels like an orgasm, but drawn out and aching, until Chan can't help but scream.

When you finally pull away, pearly white fangs now stained red, the predatory look in your eyes is enough to make Chan actually cum, shouting and bucking up against nothing.

He starts to thrash, overwhelmed with the intensity of the venom. It's thick, he can feel it sliding through his veins and it's maddening, replacing all his coherent thoughts with "yes yes yes fuck me fuck me now please".

"Strawberries." You hiss, words slurring a bit, sharp nails reaching down to hold his thighs still.

"I'm going to fuck you up." You whisper, ripping straight through chan's jeans and boxers.

Chan's exposed, and in any other situation he'd be embarrassed but all he can focus on is the steady heat of the venom, travelling across his shoulders and chest.

"Please," He sobs, shaking, already overstimulated and you've barely even touched him.

"Shh, I'll take care of you."

Your voice is deeper, predatory, like knives gliding across Chan's skin, and he can't help but arch up into the sound.

You don't get to do much more than touch the tip of his cock before Chan's cumming again, legs scrambling for purchase on the bed and breath hiccuping.

He's sobbing, but his hips are pressing up into your hand, desperate for more stimulation.

Chan can't breathe, can't think, can't cum without your touch, without your eyes all over him, both violent and loving at the same time.

You stare up at him as you take his cock into your mouth, fangs scraping across the sides, and Chan actually blacks out for a bit.

When he comes to, you're toying with his ass, pressing a finger in and out, resting your head on your palm as if you were just watching TV, instead of pulling Chan apart like taffy.

"I can't," Chan sobs, because he can feel his vision getting spotty. How long has it been? It didn't feel like long at all, but all Chan's perceptions have been zeroed into you. His only metric of time is the pulsing of your bite, and Chan honestly doesn't want to pay attention to anything else.

"You can, baby. Just one more."

You slide in another finger and Chan cums, ripping a hole in the sheets and yowling, definitely waking up his neighbors, but you smile at him, pleased, and Chan physically can't bring himself to care about anyone other than you.

You pull away from him, just staring down at his spent body, and Chan only catches a few words before he's drifting asleep.

"You're all mine, now."

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When Chan wakes up, he's still in your arms.

The room is airy and smells like citrus, and normally Chan would get up by now but he can't think of a good reason to, not when you're kissing his jaw like that.

"Good morning, pet."

Chan shudders at the pet name and memories of last night flood in, heat and need and infatuation.

"Good morning."

He stretches out across the bed and smiles over at you, reaching up to trace the swollen bite mark.

"How does it feel to be claimed, little one?"

Chan leans over and presses his lips to yours, slotting his body right up against you and settling in.

"Perfect."