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As you lay in bed, curled into the fetal position with a hot water bottle pressed against your stomach, you’re very much reminded of why you went on the pill in the first place.
The absolute agony radiating out from your angry womb, through to your back, down your legs, all the way to your boobs that felt too tender and heavy. The headache pounding away as though it just can’t get worse. Your whole body hurts.
You’d tried to go to sleep, but the cramping just woke you up. You’d tried painkillers, nothing. The hot water bottle wasn’t even doing anything other than giving you heat rash.
On top of all that, your skin felt too sensitive, you can’t tell if you feel too warm or too cold, you keep crying, and the gooey feeling in your underwear despite your pad made you feel gross and overstimulated.
You were in so much pain that just didn’t seem to end. The cramping was intense, coming in long waves. The ache had barely stopped shooting down your legs before the next wave began. All you could do was try and breathe through the feeling, like you had to do when you were younger.
Unable to focus on anything other than the pain you were in because of your stupid uterus, you don’t hear the bedroom door creak open, signalling the return of the reason you came off the pill to begin with.
“Baby?” A voice calls softly, as a tall figure comes to crouch at the side of the bed, a light touch brushing your hair out your face with cool ring adorned fingers, featuring darkly painted nails.
All you can do in response to the voice is make a small hum of acknowledgement, leaning into the cold touch slightly as it managed to sooth the warm skin on your face.
As you cracked your eyes open, you’re met with the concerned, pale face of your sweet, sweet boyfriend Choso.
Your sweet vampire boyfriend Choso, who couldn’t get you pregnant so why even bother staying on the pill?
Apparently you’d forgotten how bad your periods used to be. How did you to do this before?
A lot of missed school and work days, painkillers and just straight up suffering was how.
Choso’s dark hair hung down around his face instead of up in his usual twisty buns, purple rings around his eyes that was a mixture of makeup and his natural lacking sleep look, and his smudgy eyeliner. He’s dressed in his usual all black, a baggy band t-shirt and jeans.
The vampire always drifted towards alternative fashions and trends in every era, though he insists he’s not that old. At least that’s what he says when you call him ancient.
“Are you okay?” He speaks gently, trying to figure out why you seem in pain as his eyes quickly dart around your body to look for some kind of injury.
Choso continues to look at you with a pinch in his brow, petting your head in a comforting manner.
You sigh into his cool touch, shuffling around to try and find a comfortable position that didn’t exist.
As you move, Choso suddenly freezes next to you, his usual red eyes blown wide. You look up at him confused.
Oh, he thinks, so that’s what’s wrong.
“Choso?” You ask quietly, voice weak.
He takes a deep shuddering breath as the scent of your sweeter smelling blood fills his senses suddenly due to the movements you made parting your thighs ever so slightly, and you watch as he can’t help but run his tongue over his sharp, pronounced fangs.
“Sweetie… I- uh- I can smell your… blood” he stutters out like he’s try to control himself, and not embarrass you in the process by saying something wrong as his brain short circuits.
Your face heats up anyway, embarrassed he could smell your period, realising that was behind his weird behaviour.
You hadn’t had a period around him before, your pill stopping them completely and in the years you’d been dating, you’d not come off it.
“Choso….” you grumble, hiding your face.
He dips his head down to nuzzle against your cheek, though you hear him take another deep breath through his nose.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You just smell so…” he swallows roughly, “so good.”
He buries his face in your mildly sweaty neck, and lets out a small pained groan as you feel his lips ghost over your fluttering pulse point.
The scent of this blood you’re releasing is intoxicating to his heightened nose, it’s filled the room now and every breath going straight to his cock.
“My love, can I- can I.. taste you?” He mutters against your skin, almost shyly like he doesn’t spend any second he can with his head buried between your legs.
You gasp slightly at his suggestion, the initial feelings of disgust and embarrassment rolling over you at the idea of letting him do something so taboo.
He takes your pause as a bad sign and lifts his head to look at you, though you can see he’s getting frenzied. His pupils are blown wide, only a small ring of red left, eyes lidded hazily.
“You don’t have to baby, sorry I suggested it,” he’s quick to apologise and you see him physically shake his head to try and get rid of his rapidly clouding mind, blinking a couple of times like he’s trying to wake himself up.
“You’re hurting aren’t you? Can I do anything for you? Do you need painkillers?” He continues, kind of frantically as he takes in your dishevelled form again, the way you’re holding yourself as the pain spreads through you. The second the scent of your blood hit him, his brain got real foggy, fast.
“Hey, Cho, it’s okay” you say, reaching out to hold your palm to his face and he relaxes into your touch.
You’d managed to get over your initial gut reaction after thinking about it for a second, I mean, he is a vampire after all, right? Your pussy and blood are like his two favourite snacks.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you also remember that this could even help with your pain.
“You can, if you’d like” you say to him quietly, also feeling a little shy at the idea.
Choso looks back at you with wide eyes, though you can physically see him start to slip back into that fuzzy state at your words straight away. He audibly swallows again.
“Yeah? Really? You’re sure?” he breathes out, scanning your face for any kind of doubt.
“I’m sure” you answer and then, he’s kissing you. He makes a small whining sound as his mouth devours yours, tongues tangling together as he tastes you.
As he kisses you deeply, he crawls onto the bed to hover over you, pushing you on your back and positioning himself between your thighs. You thread your hands through his dark hair with a hum as he starts to kiss down your neck.
He pays particularly close attention to your pulse point, like always, sucking love bites into the lightly scarred skin, littered with fading evidence of his fangs. You feel him trail his tongue down the length of your artery, his sharp teeth grazing your skin and he groans again.
“Smells so sweet baby, can’t think around you” he mumbles, too focused on making his way down your neck as his hands come to slide under the oversized shirt.
His hands caress your skin, finger tips running along the notches of your ribs, before coming to rub your hips. He pulls back to take the shirt off you, and he wastes no time in kissing down your collarbones, between your aching breast.
Your own hands fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt and he’s quick to get the message, pulling it over his head and throwing it on the floor. The sight that greets you will always take your breath away.
Hidden beneath his baggy clothes, Choso is certifiably ripped.
Your eyes dart between his straining, biteable biceps, across the defined pecs you love to squeeze, down to the delicious abdomen you love to run your tongue down, tapering off into the sinful v of his hips, accented in a trail of dark hair leading into the waistband of his boxers that’s on display from his jeans hanging too low.
He sees you watching and flexes his abs a little just for you, knowing that’s one of your favourite parts of him and it makes your stomach swoop, before he’s leaning down to kiss your chest again.
You sigh in pleasure at his affection as your eyes slip shut, running your fingers through his inky hair as your own arousal starts to boil up with his touches.
Choso gently massages your breast with one cool hand, as he brings his mouth to the sensitive nipple of the other, sucking lightly as he runs his tongue around it. His cold skin felt so good on your overly heated flesh.
Humming at the feeling, a small moan bubbling up in your throat as the ache in your body is being replaced by pleasure. He’s so careful, eyes never leaving your face, making sure not to hurt your tender chest.
“Feels nice” you sigh out, and you feel him smile against your skin, before swapping the actions around to put his mouth on both your now stiff peaks. His actions are rewarded by your continually louder, breather moans.
You expected to feel the sharp sting, followed by the heavy rush of endorphins any second now, but his teeth never came.
Choso loves to drink from you during times like this. The chemical rush it naturally gave you made you desperate and whiny for him, so he usually has no reservations about sinking his teeth into your tits, or your neck, your ass, your stomach, your thighs. Anywhere you’ll let him.
Today though, he just continued his path downwards after lavishing your chest with his affection, both boobs shiny with his spit, leaving you breathless.
His face came to your stomach, pressing tender open mouthed kisses there, nuzzling your skin gently with his nose like he’s trying to will the pain away through his touch alone.
He wants to make you feel good, be gentle with you, try and take away some of your pain, stay in control.
The lower he gets, the more he’s not sure he actually can.
When you crack open your eyes for the first time since he started kissing your body, you’re met with his completely black eyes, pupils taking over.
He’s being so tender and sweet with you, but you can tell he’s holding back, and by the time he’s kissing your lower stomach, you think you see him shaking a little.
He’s watching your every move and expression with a hawklike intensity, and as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, he pauses and cocks his head to the side in question.
Your face warms again in embarrassment, but nod, letting your head fall back again so you didn’t have to look at what he was about to do properly.
You tried to not think about it, just focusing on letting him make you good, which you know he’ll always do.
As Choso slips your underwear off, his arms wind round your thighs, as he lays on his stomach, parting your legs for him as he holds your thighs with his strong, cold hands, black fingernails digging into your flesh.
His breath hitches loud enough for you to hear it when he takes in the sight of your flushed cunt, sensitive and glistening with your wetness that was mixed with streaks of deep ruby. He simply stares for a second, as he licks his lips.
“Fuck…” he breathes out roughly, his head filling with nothing but thought of drink.
Just as you’re about lift your head up to see what’s wrong, your back arches and you moan his name loudly as he all but attacks you.
Choso lets out a loud rough moan of his own as the taste of your arousal and crimson ichor floods into his mouth.
He licks a long, firm stripe up your cunt from your fluttering hole to your clit, before eating you like he’s been starved for centuries.
He’s making out messily with your pussy, nose pressed up against your clit as his tongue tries to pull every drop of your pain out of you.
He’s grunting, groaning, even whimpering as he feasts on you, swallowing everything he can.
His hips are rocking steadily into the bed as a natural bodily reaction to the taste on his tongue, his cock hard as steel throbbing in his jeans, but he doesn’t care right now.
Choso is focused solely and utterly on you.
Your hands fly down to grip his hair at the intensity of his mouth as you cry out for him, all gentleness he’d tried so hard to display earlier was quickly disappearing as he vigorously brings your already sensitive body to the edge.
His strong arms have to hold you still as you can’t help but twitch and thrash from his frenzied display. The way you’re keening and crying out is only encouraging him.
The taste of this blood is like nothing he’s ever imagined before. It’s thicker, sweeter, and the way it’s mixing with your dripping arousal that he already loves has him actually losing his mind.
“Cho, fuck, Choso!” you moan out like a mantra, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten every time his nose rubs your throbbing clit.
He’s got his mouth wide, as he moves you can feel his sharp fangs grazing your most intimate area and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.
He groans back at you in response to your sounds and taste, and the vibrations are enough to tip you over that edge.
You cry out his name as your grip in his hair tightens when the tension finally snaps, your walls fluttering erratically around his tongue as your come and pushing out more blood to flood his mouth.
Choso just about manages to lessen the intensity as he worked you through your orgasm, though he can’t bring himself to pull away even as you twitch and whine with the aftershocks.
His tongue doesn’t ever stop moving, completely and utterly drunk on your pussy. He keeps his face buried in you, tasting you, till he’s right back to eating you out with an inhuman vigour.
Not even needing to pull back to breathe, he quickly makes you come again, your whole body and every nerve electrified from his touch, and he swallows down every drop you give him eagerly.
“Cho, too much” you manage to gasp as he brings his tongue back up to circle your overly sensitive clit. You pull on his hair, hard and he finally grumbles in displeasure as he detaches himself from your cunt.
You’re breathing hard from the intensity of your back to back orgasms, flushed and glistening with sweat. As he reluctantly leans just back a little, the sight before you is downright sinful.
Choso’s entire bottom half of his face, up to his nose is covered in streaks of your blood and arousal, though he’s already running his tongue over his lips to get anything else he can.
There’s lines of red highlighting the way you’d dripped down his chin, down the crevasses of his chest. His long dark hair is a mess from your tugging, his eyes are downright predatory and pitch black, his fangs glinting red in the low light.
He’s panting, though it’s with heavy arousal and not lack of breath, and he can’t tear his gaze away from the stained apex of your thighs.
The overwhelming urge to bite takes over him, and he can’t help it as he suddenly buries his sharp fangs into the vein in your thigh. His eyes slip shut in bliss as he drinks, rocking his hips into the bed even mire with a deep, rumbling growl.
Your breath is stolen away at the unexpected sting, a suprised sound leaving your lips before a high almost like a second non sexual orgasm over takes your body. The feeling lasts until he’s done, always careful of how much he takes and his teeth leave little holes in your flesh.
Choso licks up the drop of blood that runs down your skin from the puncture marks, though he misses the drop that runs how his chin and his black eyes flick open to look at you again so heatedly it makes you clench around nothing.
“I think I just found my new favourite snack” he grins devilishly at you, flashing his red stained teeth as he kisses the wound on your thigh.
“You want more baby?” He asks you so sweetly, tone a complete juxtaposition to his behaviour as he nuzzles into your skin.
“Yes, Cho please” you whine at the thought of his cock inside you, running your hands through his hair again.
He smiles at your reaction, crimson fangs flashing again, and pulls back to stand, hands already working on undoing his belt.
As he straightens up, you can see the notable bulge pressing against the damp spot near his zipper, before he quickly slips his jeans off, followed by his underwear and he lets out a little sigh of relief as he wraps his hand round himself, squeezing.
Your eyes follow the movement and drop down to his leaking cock, the tip flushed dark with want for you.
Like his muscles, he’s unexpectedly big, thick and long in just the right way to make you lose your mind as he presses every nerve inside you.
Choso can’t help but give himself a few strokes as he looks at the absolute mess between your still parted legs on the bed.
His gaze is predatory again when he steps forward to wrap his hands around your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, legs up against his chest and on his shoulders, your soaking core flush against his aching cock.
You both moan at the contact, your ruby essence coating his throbbing hard on quickly, and Choso can’t take his eyes off the sight of your blood on his dick.
He starts to grind against you, making you moan again as his cock rubs your clit, and you tilt your hips up a little desperate to just have him inside already.
“Cho please, don’t tease” you beg, and in this state, who is he to deny you?
“Oka baby, okay, I’ve got you” he tries to say sweetly, but there’s an edge to it as he fights for control.
Taking himself in his hand, Choso slowly guides himself into you, the mixture of blood, arousal and spit making you plenty wet for him.
Your hands fist the bedsheets as you feel him breaching your entrance, moaning as he stretches you and fill you up how you so badly wanted.
Choso lets out a shuddering moan of his own at the feeling of your heat engulfing his cock, he swears you’re even warmer than usual.
After slowly sinking all the way in, trying his best to keep calm so he doesn’t hurt you, his hips meet the backs of your thighs. He gives you a second to adjust to him, then he starts to gently rock his hips.
You let out a cry as he hits that spot deep inside you with practiced ease, tipping your head back into the bed at the small sparks of pleasure.
“Please Cho, come on, fuck me” you moan out as you grind your hips into him, wanting him to go faster and the last of his very cracked restraint breaks.
Choso’s body responds immediately, starting to fuck into you hard and fast, leaning over between your legs to suck and lick at your chest, your neck and collarbones, leaving purple bruises in his wake. The mixture of deep and whiny moans and grunts he releases are pressed into your skin by his ever moving mouth.
Wrapping your hands around his neck, your nails digging into his shoulders leaving angry red marks of your own as you try to ground yourself from the feeling of his cock pistoning against that spot inside you with practiced accuracy. The cries of his name you’re making only spur him on in his feral state.
Choso isn’t always the most talkative when he gets like this, any time there’s blood involved in the sex, which is usually the case, he gets overwhelmed you could say, his mind acting mostly on instinct, but he’s by no means quiet. He moans, whimpers, grunts out his pleasure, letting you know just how good you’re making him feel.
As Cho leans back again, he thinks he might come on the spot from the sight of you.
There’s blood, everywhere. Your neck, chest, stomach, everywhere he’d been kissing is stained crimson. As his eyes follow the colour down, he sees your inner thighs are absolutely covered and he can’t look away from the fact it’s all over him too.
The vermillion liquid is covering his cock as he thrusts in and out of you, coming up to stain his stomach, and even his own chest too from where he’d rubbed himself against your body.
His thrusts slow ever so slightly as he brings his hand away from your hip to run his fingers through the blood, down his own stomach, his pelvis, over your clit, through the blood on your stomach, up to your chest, rubbing it into your skin with his whole hand almost like he’s in a trance, completely enamoured with it.
He thinks this might be the most turned on he’s ever been, looking down at you while you’re both covered in blood as he fucks you. He wants to burn the sight into his mind forever.
You’re unaware of the effect you’re having on him right now with your eyes closed, head tipped back in bliss as you start to near your second orgasm.
Feeling your walls start to rhythmically clench around him, Choso brings his blood soaked finger back to your clit, rubbing in circles to match the pace of his hips.
“That’s it, come on my cock baby” he manages to groans out as he dips down to your chest again, kissing you and licking up the blood there, working his way up to your collarbones, your neck, still keeping the pace of his fingers and cock without fail.
“Fuck, Cho don’t stop, I’m gonna-“ you cry out as you near the edge.
Choso releases a deep growling sound as he starts to reach his own peak, and his fangs bite down into the side of your neck where he was just kissing.
The feeling makes the pressure in your body finally snap, and you arch your back into him as you come on his cock, the added pleasure of his bite making you dizzy as your eyes roll back.
You moan Choso’s name loudly as he fucks you through it, prolonging it with every thrust of his hips till they stutter, starting to speed up impossibly fast, before he thrusts deep as deep as he can.
You can hear his muffled whimpers as he spills inside you, the way your walls still tightened around him pushing him into his own intense orgasm and milking everything he has.
He rocks his hips through both your highs before he slowly comes to a stop, staying buried deep inside you as he detaches himself from your throat, cleaning up anything he spilt with his tongue.
You’re breathing hard, panting as you try and catch your breath.
Leaning back, Choso lets go of your thighs to cup your face, eyes lingering on the smear of blood he accidentally leaves on your cheek only for a second before dragging them away to look at your eyes.
His stomach drops as he looks down at you, almost as if seeing you for the first time right now.
“Shit, are you okay?” He almost whispers as it takes in your wrecked appearance, messy hair, flushed cheeks. His voice is full of concern and guilt. He wasn’t as careful as he should have been, and while you’re hurting no less.
You smile at his concern, always so sweet.
“I’m okay Cho” you reassure him as you brush his hair back out of his face.
You take in the blissfully pain free feeling in your body, realising the intense orgasms have actually helped with your period pain.
“I’m actually more than okay, I feel much better now” you giggle, smiling widely up at him. He can’t help but mirror your smile.
“Yeah?” He says like he’s a little proud. You hum and nod your head in affirmation.
“I’m so glad baby” leaves his mouth, tone nothing but genuine as he dips down to kiss you.
You squeal and push his head away, making him lean back further to look at you with surprise, eyes wide. You’d never rejected a kiss from him before.
“Absolutely not, you’re covered in blood” you laugh as you look at his period stained face, mixed with the actual blood that dripped down his chin from feeding.
He looks a mess, his nose, mouth, neck, chest, stomach and hands are all covered in the deep red, his eyeliner is smudged even more, his hair sticking up in odd directions from your pulling.
You watch as he runs his tongue over his crimson covered lips like he forgot it was there, then just grins at you again.
“We should do this every month” he decides with a toothy red tinted grin, and you roll your eyes at him, though you can’t help but silently agree.
Choso slowly pulls back, and you watch as his eyes dip down to the apex of your thighs again, his again red eyes watching the way his come and your blood are mixing to create an alluring pink.
“We need to throw these sheets away” you sigh, realising there’s a lot of cleaning up to do.
Luckily, you had a mattress protector under the sheets because your boyfriend is a vampire, and there’s always a little blood involved.
Choso just hums in agreement, distracted by the sight for a second more, before his good boyfriend brain finally wins and he’s moving to pick you up bridal style effortlessly.
You squeak out his name in surprise, throwing your hands around his neck as he takes you to the on suite bathroom.
He gently sets you on the counter, taking the time to make sure you’re steady before turning to turn the shower on.
Pulling you in with him, Choso takes his time carefully washing the bloody mess that was absolutely his fault off your skin, pressing sweet kisses to everywhere he cleans. You sigh into him, relishing in the feeling of him taking care of you.
“I love you baby” he says, voice full of adoration into your neck as he stands behind you, tongue darting out to taste the droplets of water on your flesh.
Your eyes slip shut as his hands stop to massage your lower back for a while, easing the ache there like he can just tell.
You smile at his words though your eyes stay closed, “I love you too Cho” you sigh happily.
After trying to rub away your aching with his hands for a while, he quickly washes himself free of your staining.
You can’t help but watch the water dripping down his sinfully sculpted muscles, the way he tips his head back to wash his hair, exposing his throat, and the way that same dark hair drips heavy down his face, making him look unfairly hot.
“Stay in here for a bit sweetie” he says as he finally presses his now clean lips to yours, “let the hot water help with your pain and I’ll go clean the bed. I’ll come get you.”
You can’t help but bring your hands round his neck to stop him leaving when he moves to turns away, pulling him closer to kiss him again deeply.
Choso huffs out a little laugh at your enthusiasm but kisses you back all the same, wrapping his arms round your waist and pulling you closer to his wet, sculpted body.
He’s so god damn good to you, your sexy munch of a vampire.