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OH KT GOD ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS THIS IS SO FUCKITNG GOOD HOLT SHIT

(IM THAT CLOSE FRIEND BYW.)

JESUSSS CHRIST.

the vampirism got to me!!! — enjoy a drabble of vampire satoru feeding from you! . . . reblogs are super appreciated! | nsfw themes are hinted at, beware! kinda requested by a close friend :))

“satoru,” you whispered, feeling his lips graze your skin. the skin of your neck was delicate, soft. soft enough to skin his teeth in, to puncture it, to dig deep.

a hum left the man that towered you, both hands held your biceps, keeping you secure in his hold.

satoru was teasing himself, letting himself enjoy your warmth against his cool body, listening to the blood rush through your body. smelling the sweet scent of you. it was killing him.

the hunger he felt deep within him, his stomach churning and knotting up, wanting substance. wanting blood, wanting your blood.

your head was moved to the side, giving him better access to your neck. tonight you were a sleeveless shirt, one that had your neck on full display. just how satoru liked it, he liked seeing your delicate skin exposed.

pressing more kisses on your skin, satoru took in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell of your essence. “ready?” he whispered against your skin. you nodded, inviting him in.

at your approval, he groaned, his jaw opening as his fangs ached to dig into your skin, and then, they did.

satoru’s fangs punctured your skin, tearing away at the layers of flesh, sinking into your jugular just like that the blood started to seep out.

with a deep groan, satoru started to suck on the wound, swallowing back the warm blood that seeped out of you.

you could only moan, after so long, you’ve gotten used to the feeling — the feeling of his fangs digging deep down within your neck. to the point it’s pleasuring. you’ve come to wait for days like these, days were satoru looks pale, where he stares at you with dilated eyes. hungry eyes. ones that wanted nothing more than to rip your human body apart, and you let him.

you let him feed from you without issue.

it’s a benefit for you both. you enjoyed it, the feeling he gave you, and he would be satisfied. there’s a side of you that was happy that he picked you to feed from — out of anyone else, it was you.

satoru’s grip on you tightened, his sucking in your wound got stronger and the initial pain lessened to a dull throbbing ache.

he groaned, moaning as he savored the metallic flavor that hit his tongue. the thick liquid make him feel like he was euphoric, he could feel the blood sliding down his chin. he wasn’t a very clean feeder.

your body ached from this mix of both pleasure and pain, a masochist’s dream. you could feel your body reacting to his touch, a warm feeling building between your legs, a subtle ache that made your hips twitch as you clenched your thighs.

this didn’t go unnoticed.

satoru’s grip tightened, to the point it hurt.

he could feel it, smell it, the sweet scent mixed with a twinge of need.

pulling away from your neck momentarily, satoru licked your puncture wounds, greedily licking up any blood that slipped out.

he moved his grip, bending down to grip your thighs before pulling you up, rising you from your feet before pressing you against the cold wall.

your lidded gaze focused on satoru as he stared down at you, a small smile came to his lips, his lips bloodied. licking his bottom lip, he licked up the small patches of blood.

“look at you,” he sighed, “turned on already, you’re such a masochist, you know that right?” satoru purred as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours before pressing a gentle kiss on your plush lips.

nodding your head slowly, your head felt fuzzy. “yeah?” he hummed, pushing you up on the wall to steady you before leaning down to your neck, “you like it when i dig my fangs into you?” he teased, licking your tender wound.

“mhmm,” you moaned, holding onto him.

“it’s okay, baby. i’m not done.”