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fatherphilia · 9 months

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nsfw akatsuki headcanons

feeling insane rn. i included orochimaru too cause he was like technically apart of it.. and i just wuv my babygirl.

as always, there’s some problematic content so be careful.

tw. implied cannibalism, manipulation, public sex, drugging, noncon, bondage, period sex, necro, age gap under cut

pain/nagato is an interesting one after all, pain is a corpse for nagato to control but since pain will always be nagato’s favorite vessel, it’s his preferred one to fuck you with. the body is cold, lacking much in the warmth department but it’s desirable all the same.

pain is skilled with his fingers though, there’s no part of his body that nagato isn’t adapt at controlling. his thick digits easily able to reach that pleasurable spot inside of you that has you seeing stars; his thumb rubbing circles against your clit as he works you through the orgasm.

can’t forget the tongue piercing either. he’s got piercings all over his body but you’d be lying if you said the one on his tongue wasn’t your favorite. the chill of the metal against your warm sex while he’s lapping at your folds drives you crazy.

konan adores sex in nature, something about the feeling of grass or bark against her back while she’s intertwined with her partner gets her going. it’s not uncommon for her to request to be sent on missions with just her partner and no one else. of course, the team hardly suspects it’s for salacious reasons because she keeps a stoic face while asking.

when the coast is clear, she’ll tug her lover into the woods with her. her hands roaming under their partially unzipped cloak to find leverage on their thighs where her fingers are tracing out circles and hearts into their skin.

her nails leave thin scratch marks all across their back while they cling to each other against a tree. her partners hands movingly swiftly between her thighs.

did you know period blood can be used for rituals? hidan certainly knew and he’s very proudly a big fan of period sex. he loves fucking his partner while they’re on their period more than anything. it gets him going to see the way his cock is coated with their blood as he slides in and out of them.

just the sight of their blood smeared across their thighs and his cock is almost too much for him. he’s groaning as his grip tightens around their waist so he could push himself deeper inside. he loves the little squeals he gets in response from just that one movement.

eating his partner out while they’re on his period is also something that he adores. he’s licking and lapping like it’s his last meal and he loves the feeling of their juices mixed with blood dripping down his chin.

itachi likes to blindfold his lover during sex because he thinks it’s a great sign of trust. he loves knowing that they trust him enough that they’d momentarily let their sight be taken away so he could touch them. he can’t deny that the fact that they won’t know what he’s doing next also plays a part in his desire.

to an extent, it also brings him more comfort to know that they’re not watching his every movement and perhaps judging what he does. he feels like this control gives him leeway to work their body in just the right ways without any worry.

he’ll try to surprise them, stroking their entrance before pulling away, leaving the ghost of his touch as he knows they can’t see where he’s gone before he’s just as quick to continue his ministrations and watch the way they jerk in surprise.

sasori is a puppet, he’s got a body he’s built and strewn together himself and when creating his perfect form, he’d considered any genitalia to be unnecessary and an afterthought. he’s certain his skills more than make up for it.

he’s got a million puppets he can control and what better way to use them than on you? he’ll sit across from you on the bed, skillfully moving his fingers to command a wooden hand to stroke the heat between your legs and for anyone to massage and grope your sensitive breasts.

when you’re whining for him to at least use his own hands, he has to chastise you a little bit. you expect him to get get his own fingers soaked? how selfish of you. he’s being generous by letting you play with his puppets like this.

i think deidara’s favorite body part of his is quite easy to guess. there’s nothing that man loves more than his hands which not only create art but are so unique with the mouths placed on either palm. and, since he loves that part of him so much, he loves to use it on you as well.

consider it a treat that he can eat you out while still able to dirty talk. he absolutely adores watching you squirm and moan beneath him as the tongue on his hand licks at your glistening folds. since he’s just using his hands, he has a perfect view of your face as well and the man is get to watch your gasps and moans at his touch.

he loves to overstimulate you as well by using both hands, two is always better than one, right? your body sure seems to think so with the way it’s arching into his touch.

zetsu seems to love you somewhat or rather, half of him loves you and the other half loves the way you taste and smell. he’s always has to be mindful of his actions while fucking you because the temptation to eat and bite is always lingering in the back of his mind.

can’t stand to see any skin exposed on you because he just wants to consume it but he settles for leaving bite marks and thin streaks of blood across your body while he fucks you. really, he expects you to praise him for having such good self control.

just don’t ask him to eat you out because then he really would not be able to contain himself from finally having that taste of you he wants most.

it should come as no surprise that kisame loves to fuck in bodies of water be it river, pool or a small bath. the water is like home to him and so he shares it with you during your most intimate moments. thankfully, if you can’t swim, he keeps a firm grip on you to keep you afloat.

the man loves the weightlessness of your bodies in the water even though he can easily lift you up anyways. although, he sometimes can’t help himself from dragging you underwater with him as he kisses and thrusts up into you just to watch you gasp and pull him up for air seconds later.

definitely a biter as well, this man is obsessed with leaving bite marks all along your neck and breasts. he just needs to be able to mark his territory and his sharp teeth make it quick and easy to stake his claim on you.

kakuzu has no intentions of settling down anytime soon and so he takes to fucking prostitutes he finds in nearby villages. the man is quick to abuse his status and fear as an akatsuki member to avoiding paying any girl he’s pulled for a night.

he’ll take any woman stupid enough to think he’d truly pay her for her time. he’s rough with them all, digging his hands into their hips so hard that it leaves bruises and thrusting his cock up into their mouth till they’re gagging. it’s not like they have much power to oppose his brutal treatment anyways.

when he’s done with them. having then spent and aching, their body left in marks that could only be done by a man truly wishing to cause them pain; he finally simply leaves them where he found them.

when obito is using his “tobi” persona, he likes to play innocent and naive to get someone into just the position he likes. he’ll claim to have lost something in a deep secluded area and that he really really wants them to come help him find it!

it’s too late by the time they’re bending over to pick up nothing more than a piece of trash. he’s already dropped his persona and his hands are gripping their hips and forcing them on to the ground with relative ease while he tears at their clothes.

he’s eerily silent while fucking them, not even making a motion to silence his victim as they hiccup through tears and beg for him to stop. a few grunts here and there but he won’t answer any of their pleas with a response and much like kakuzu, he has no qualms about just leaving them there when he’s done.

orochimaru gets what he wants by drugging anyone he desires. he’s particularly fond of ninjas who’ve just hit 18 and believe themselves to be untouchable and respected in their newfound adulthood. to him, it’s fun to break them down with just a few injections.

he gets them to the point where they’re hardly conscious and willing to do anything he likes so he can slide his cock between their lips while they do absolutely nothing to resist. he thinks of them as nothing more than dolls at his will at this point, they’re hardly able to make their own decisions.

he’ll play with them, let them reach the cusps of consciousness so they can fight and scream before he’s injecting them something else so they’re perfectly submissive for him once more.

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sukunasstarlight · 6 months

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Syzoth looks like he eats u out on ur period sorry (no I’m not)

#tw.period sex #tw.mensuration #h word h word h word #I NEED TO BE EUTHANIZED HES SO #syzoth is so unintentionally gross (affectionate & horny) and has little to no shame over it #mk thirst #syzoth 🌟#syzoth smut

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chiwhorei · 5 months

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I would be upset if you didn't talk about vampire period sex.

I think that your vampire husband astarion would be so willing to lick and suckle at your bloody, dripping wet pussy until he sucks you dry. I think he would also find your period blood decedent and gets him so drunk on u he would cum just from eating you out.

#thirsty.dollie #ask.dollie #secret.dollie #tw.blood #tw.period sex

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rintoki · 2 years

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tw: period sex

imagine your favs eating you out while your on your period. you’re laying on your back, legs hooked over their shoulders as they lap at your clit hungrily, moving downwards to tongue at your entrance when you tug at their hair, urging them for more. your sighs of pleasure music to their ears as they plunge their tongue in and out of your sopping cunt, not one bit caring about the blood dripping down their chin and smearing everywhere.

their own arousal pooling between their legs from just hearing your gasps as they push their nose into your swollen clit, burying their face further into your pussy. your grip on their hair tightening as you begin to grind against their mouth, gentleness thrown out the window with every plunge of their tongue. finally pushing you over the edge as they push two fingers past your folds, carefully massaging your spongy walls as it tightens and contract around their fingers, waves of pleasure rushing through you.

#aw i wanted to write a whole thing about this #but i have neither the time nor the mental capacity #basically what i wanted to say was imagine getting eaten out so good they you’re dizzy #only to look down and see their cute face covered in your blood #🥰#tw.period #tw.period sex #but also this is me eating out yuzuha #tokyo revengers #sub tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut

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shokobuns · 3 years

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“taste”

in which you and sukuna worry about what to eat for dinner.

pairing: stepdad!sukuna ryomen x f!reader

genre: smut, taboo, dark

word count: 1.9k

warnings: dark content, stepcest, fingering, oral (f receiving) during period, drug use (marijuana), blood, bloodplay, idk mans eats her out while she’s on her period, dubcon (if you squint), slight mommy issues, manipulation (kind of), overstimulation, daddy kink, high sex

note: characters are aged up

“What’s got you all grumpy?”

You open your eyes, the first thing you see being the man covered in tattoos standing three feet in front of you wearing an expression of slight concern on his face. His hands are in his hoodie pockets, sweatpants hanging dangerously from his hips. You resist the urge to look lower, limiting your vision to just his head as you look up at him from the couch.

“Just that time of the month. Plus, mom’s working again, so I gotta cook.”

“I could cook, too, you know,” he offers, plopping himself down next to you on the couch, “You want soup? Some noodles?”

“Yeah, sure, I’m not really hungry right now, though,” you reply, getting up and walking towards your room, “I’ll see you later.”

“Where’re you goin’?” he asks, making himself comfortable in your previous spot.

“My room.”

By the time you reply, your hand is already on the doorknob and you’re quickly making your way to your bed, hiding yourself under the covers. It doesn’t matter if anything happened or not because that uneasy warmth in your lower tummy started to bloom again and it’s embarrassing. It’s shameful, it’s not right, but most of all, it’s wrong. It’s wrong, but it doesn’t stop the feeling.

He’s probably smoking in the living room again and you know because the strong smell creeps into your room and it does every time your mom is on a business trip. Without her around, there’s no one to scold him, no one to fix him and you’re stuck with this version of Sukuna. This version of Sukuna who doesn’t hold back on his habits whether it be out of spite or the lack of self control. But everything is fine as long as there’s a wall between the two of you. At least that’s what you think.

It all starts with a soft knock on your door.

“Are you alright, princess?”

You don’t respond, only burying yourself deeper into your covers, waiting for the sound of the footsteps to signify that he’s gone.

“I know you’re awake. I just wanna help you.”

You give in, walking over to your door and opening it. You’re met with the sight of your stepdad with his hair messier than usual, the hoodie long gone and replaced with a loose t-shirt that’s a little too short on him. He leans on your doorway, scanning your dimly lit room with red eyes. He stinks of marijuana, like he always does, and you pinch your nose. “What do you want?”

“Jeez, just trying to help you,” he answers, a soft smile on his face, “You did say you were on your period. I can get you something, you know.”

“No, thanks.” you reply, attempting to close the door, but he prevents it, holding it open with one hand, “You know, if you’re having stomach pains, I can let you have a hit.”

It would be your first time. Sure, you’ve smelled, seen, and interacted with him in this state, but never got the offer to actually smoke a joint with him. And it’s not like you were opposed to smoking at all, but you were scared. You’re hesitant, weighing out each pro and con while the pain in your stomach begs you to take the offer. But the other, more rational, part of you reminds you what you’re scared of - what you might do, what you might say - and it makes the simple offer more and more complicated.

And just like that, your mind snaps back into your body. “Fine.”

“Alright, then.”

You’re back on the couch, patiently waiting for him to finish rolling up and you hate admitting this, even if it’s only your mind, but he looks good while doing it, staring right at you while he licks the paper. You don’t realize it until he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face, but you were staring back, and there’s a slight smile on his face that’s almost mischievous. “This is your first time, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. You always want to get high with someone you trust, you know?” he says, holding up the lighter.

Someone you trust, huh.

It’s one bold assumption -- the assumption that you trust him at all -- but the more you come out of your room from time to time, seeing the contrasting attitudes between him and your mom, seeing the differences in how each person treats you, you wonder who’s at fault. When you hear the screaming match, is it really him that’s in the wrong? When his hand brushes over your bare legs and those butterflies flutter in your stomach is it his fault that you feel that way? Each question is hard to answer and each feeling is hard to decipher, but you’ll figure it out at some point.

You suck in the smoke, letting it fill your lungs before going into a coughing fit while Sukuna hysterically laughs at you. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you let out a quiet apology for not being able to inhale more. “Don’t worry about it, it’s your first time.” He reassures you, letting his arm fall in the spot behind you before taking another hit from the joint in your hand.

By your third hit, you start to feel lighter and lighter, and your eyelids start to get heavy. Everything looks and feels hazy, so much that you don’t even register the hand trailing on your thigh, getting higher and higher. It’s a soft touch, only a caress, but you’re giggling and soon enough turning your face towards his. And you don’t realize how close you two are until your noses touch and his breath fans over your lips.

“You trust me, right? Jus’ wanna help you,” he mutters and you nod, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

It’s one bold assumption, each question in your mind hard to answer, each feeling hard to decipher, but there’s one that stands out: Why does it matter who’s at fault anyways?

He leans in, lips meeting each other in a messy kiss. It’s wet, rough, and his teeth nibble on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open as you let him in. You let him help you and he gets right to work, pulling down your shorts until the only thing separating your wet heat from his hand is your underwear. And your pad. Panic shoots through your veins once you realize it. “Stop! Wait!” you hold his hand, weakly keeping it away from your crotch.

“I’m on my period, remember?”

“Gonna help you. Don’t care if it’s messy.” he replies, settling himself between your legs, breath practically blowing over your clothed core.

He pulls down your underwear, paying no attention to the pad sticking on the inside. One well manicured finger prods at your entrance, slipping through your slick cunt and curling in the process before he adds another. You’re already hypersensitive from the high and your monthly, the states intensifying every movement of his two fingers and you’re already close, walls fluttering and the knot in your tummy unraveling. “Now? It’s only been a minute, babygirl.” he chuckles, watching your body squirm.

“Give me another,” he commands and you nod weakly, dark pink and red arousal dripping onto the white couch, staining the pure material. Your hands tangle themselves in pinkish blonde hair, letting out tiny mewls while his fingers thrust into you at a rapid speed, his thumb rubbing against your little pearl. He hits the spongy spot inside of you, the stimulation of both places bringing you more and more and waves of pleasure, whines filling up the entirety of the living room.

“C-Close, daddy,” you pant out, your hole squeezing tight around thick fingers, the feeling of ecstasy reverberating all over your body.

“I know, babygirl,” he coos, one hand prying your legs apart. He watches you come apart, a look of admiration in his face, his lips curving upwards in an evil grin, “But you’re gonna have to give one more.”

“I-I can’t, daddy. I’m sorry-”

“I said, one more,” he growls, a clear shift from his loving tone, “So selfish.”

His fingers don’t stop, only fucking into you harder and faster from his previous pace. His fingers are covered in blood, but he doesn’t care, burying them deep into your overstimulated cunny, curling them as your back arches and your hands grip the cushions. “I can’t do it, please-”

“Sure, you can,” he replies before his mouth latches around your clit, a slight metallic taste on his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you lose the ability to form coherent sentences while the tip of his tongue teases the little nub. The lewd sound of his mouth sucking onto the pearl joins in with your moans and the squelching from him fucking into your little hole. He’s ruining your pussy with his mouth and his fingers alone, waves of pleasure crashing onto you, your pink release coating his digits.

“D-Daddy,” you whine, pressure building up in your lower stomach, your period long forgotten.

“I know,” he smirks, feeling your walls pulsate, rubbing against all of the right places, “I know, babygirl.”

As you come down from your high, you look down at the mess, paranoia flooding your mind, but Sukuna’s hand trails down your thigh, a silent form of reassurance. You’re slowly calming down until you see red slick on his fingers and you feel the need to apologize profusely. Though, he reads you like a book and smirks, bringing them up to his lips and licking it all off, sucking them as if they tasted like honey, savoring the taste of your bloody cunny.

“I said I was gonna help you. You should trust me more, yeah?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You should be sorry,” he replied, his breath fanning over your pussy, “But you can make it up to me by letting me eat this sweet pussy, hm?”

Your body is floating, your sense of judgement and humiliation foggy from the high of your orgasm, unable to form a coherent form of refusal. You’re already flustered from the way he’s been treating your bleeding cunt, but there’s a sense of hunger in his eyes and that’s when you know he doesn’t care either way. Sukuna takes this lack of response as approval and suddenly his tongue is diving into your overstimulated pussy, licking up all you had to offer.

He licks up from your hole before sucking his clit into your mouth, slurping up your folds like he was a starved man. It’s clear he doesn’t care about the red that covers up the lower half of his face. In fact, you’d think he enjoys it, cherishes the metallic taste on his tongue. Every time your hole clenches around nothing, he moans into your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“You taste like the sweetest fucking candy, princess,” he comments, pulling away from your cunt before diving back in.

You’re overcome with bliss and he keeps on lapping at your folds, trying to take in the entirety of your release, barely even allowing for your recovery, walls convulsing with every movement of his tongue. His hands support your shaking thighs as you look down at where his lips meet your core and he’s looking right at you, watching your pretty face as you come down at the sight. When he pulls away from the final time, he gives your inner thigh a kiss followed by a hard bite and a hickey.

“Thanks for the dinner.”

#sukuna ryomen smut #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna smut #🌟.dc!#🌟.sukuna ryomen!#🌟.jjk!#tw.stepcest #tw.period sex #tw.blood #tw.bloodplay #tw.manipulation #tw.dubcon #tw.overstimulation #tw.weed #tw.high sex #tw.dark #tw.mommy issues #🌟.wap!#🌟 — works!

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fandemoanium · 3 years

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Tw - this is a bit of fluff involving Dabi, and (gn)reader who has period cramps. They are in an established relationship, and are comfortable with passive consent. I have however been informed the post could be triggering to some, so if u are sensitive to sa themes reader discretion is advised

Dabi coming into ur room, annoyed that your not paying attention to him, and giving you shit playfully because you’re still in bed. You tell him that you’re not in the mood - your period came and the combination of fatigue and period cramps has you wanting to stay in bed the rest of the day.

You expect him to leave, but instead he’s climbing into bed with you, shimming down under the covers. Pushing him away, you say you’re not in the mood for sex, but he just shushes you and gently moves your hands away.

You feel your shirt being pushed up, exposing your stomach, as very very warm lips kiss your tummy. You’re still suspicious but time passes and he doesn’t try anything more. Instead, he alternates between kissing every inch of exposed skin on ur belly, and laying his cheek against it - large hands holding your sides consistently, while your legs squeeze closer to his upper torso.

You push the doona down and over unruly black hair. Bright blue eyes lock with yours as you run your fingers through it, happily absorbing the warmth he provides. “Is the heat helping?” You nod, soft can’t even being to describe how you feel right now.

You spend the rest of the day like that. Cuddling in whatever position takes your fancy, with your heat pack boyfriend.

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distracteddegenerate · 3 years

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Carnation

Yuta x Fem!reader

Warnings: period sex, lots of blood mentions, yandere undertones for Yuuta, TW.Dubcon if you squint I just want to be safe lol, unprotected sex, smut

Got super carried away with this one which is why it’s so long lol. I decided to combine the asks since I have got a lot for Yuta. Second anon if you’re uncomfortable with this fic which is understandable lol just shoot me another ask and I can do something else for you.

You lay curled in your bed, the sheets and pillows a mess around you, a fluffy hot water bottle cradled tightly to your front. The side of your body you laid on was beginning to ache from pressure, and you felt flush from heat, but you dared not move. You dreaded the intensifying of the stabbing pains your own body was wretchedly subjecting you to. Of course today would be the heaviest of your period, the day you had scheduled for a study session with Yuta. He was due to come over in about half an hour, and your pains were yet to ease up at all, despite the painkillers you had recently downed. You could cancel, yet, this was the first ever study session you had set up with your handsome friend, and you were loath to cancel it over something that would clear itself up eventually.

You closed your eyes, and pulled the hot water bottle you gripped like a lifeline closer to the source of your suffering.

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*knock knock*

Fuuuuck. Was it that time already? You groggily sat up, releasing your water bottle and in replacement lightly pressing your hand against the throbbing pain that was starting to surge more strongly in the pit of your belly. You gently placed your feet on the ground off the side of your bed, and rose onto the balls of them just as delicately. You began your gloomy shuffle towards the entrance of your room, fixing your ruffled hair into place.

You pulled the door open on yourself slowly, croaking as Yuta’s tired but docile face materialised into view.

“Good evening, (Name)-chan.” Yuta had his hands in his pockets and wore a kindly smile, the only thing betraying his pleasant demeanour being those familiar dark circles dusking the underside of his eyes. Dreary though they appeared, you could swear you saw a specular shimmer dance across his irises when he registered your form.

“Ah good evening to you too, Yuta! Come in and make yourself at home, I have some stuff set up on the coffee table.” You tried your best to look as perfectly in humour as you could, to not draw any attention to your current pain stricken condition. Must have been good enough, as Yuta had nodded in response and was now making his way over to nestle himself onto one of the pillows you had placed next to your make-shift study station.

You yourself was headed to the kitchenette, about to ask what Yuta wanted to drink when a sharp stab erupted from your core. You threw your hand onto a countertop and visibly winced, when you noticed Yuta’s widened eyes had been following you.

“(Name)! Are you okay?!” Yuta’s expression was alarmed, prepared to pounce up from his seating.

“Uh- I er uh- tripped over! Nothing to worry about!” You were blushing slightly, but righted yourself regardless and tried to stand as straight as you could. Yuta seemed slightly confused, and whilst he opened his mouth to speak you interrupted him with a casual “So what would you like to drink?”

“Er.. I’m fine actually, I had something before I left home... actually I think you should come sit down, er, carefully.” He still looked a little concerned. You nodded your head and made your way over to his side. Settling yourself down, you could feel more pain pulsating within you, a low rumble threatening another great stab like you had experienced just. You drew your legs to your chest in an attempt to alleviate it slightly, and picked up your copy of “a comprehensive guide to the relation of curses and the law”; holding it open in front of you.

You could feel Yuta’s gaze still trained on you.

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“So, although the police would have to intervene if someone was hurt or killed in the incident, sorcerers still have the right to- er - (Name)?”

Crap. You were too focused on the waves of torture oscillating in your guts to keep your attention on Yuta explaining the info that went over your head in class to you again. And he noticed. You looked up at him softly, and offered a subdued “sorry.” You didn’t really have energy to maintain your act of being fine anymore. His eyes looked concerned. You turned your head to the floor and fiddled with your hands.

“Hey, (Name).” You heard him shift and alter the positioning of his legs. “Is it that time of the month?”

What?! Who asks that like this?!

You threw your head back up to look at him, your face red and mouth agape. He threw his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry!” He hurriedly turned his gaze into the distance and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just.. I have a little sister, so I’m used to this sort of thing, or at least I know a bit more about it than other guys.” He looked back to you. “It seems like the pains at least are distracting you from your studies, if you need painkillers or something.. I can go get them for you.”

“I er...I already tried that… doesn’t work out that well for me.” Was your meek, barely audible reply. You played with the tassel of the pillow you were sat on. Yuta looked pained on your behalf.

“Y’know… I read online somewhere that there’s always something you can try out failing all else.” He caught your gaze, and held it intently.

It must be too good to be true, how would Yuta know some hidden method that you (as someone who experienced periods) didn’t know about for dealing with the pains?! Your eager look betrayed itself when a switch flicked in your head and your expression turned into one of astonishment. There’s no way he’s gonna suggest…

“Org*sms.”

You’d known Yuta for awhile now, but you had no idea just how… artless he was. Where was his tact?! Your cheeks burned from embarrassment. You felt like your face was about to explode.

Looking at him though, he was practically unfazed! As if you were going about some matter-of-a-fact order of business. What was this situation!

“I-is.. that a joke Yuta?” Your hands were curling into tight balls.

“Of course not, (Name). You look like you’re in so much pain. I just want to help alleviate it.”

What the hell did he mean by that? Like you will just hop up right now and go jerk yourself in the bathroom as casually as using the toilet.. Or.. could he have meant..

You felt Yuta’s hand settle on your thigh, as he leant down further towards you. “I can help you out (Name)-chan.”

You couldn’t deny, you’d always found Yuta handsome, but for things to move along this quickly… and of all times! Surely his level of straight-forwardness defied all social conventions, and yet, it was working. The feel of his hand resting on you, his hungry stare, the way he loomed over you, chest rising and falling intently. You could feel a different kind of ache emanating from your lower parts.

His hand drifted further up your body, coming to stop just below your belly button. “I want to help you… (Name)-chan.” You looked into his dark eyes. They were intense, hungry. You could swear he was salivating.

“B-but Yuta.. I-I’m.. You know! Isn’t that.. Gross? For you?” He shot you a sheepish grin, hiding his eyes in an evasive fashion. His hand travelled downwards once more, snaking up the inside of your loose-fitting shorts and looping his fingers over the sides of your panties. He toyed with them, rolling the cloth over your skin and lightly pulling at them. “I don’t think any part of you is gross, (Name)-chan.” His eyes flicked open again, drawing you back into his intensity. “I think every part of you is beautiful, even.” You could sense his earnestness, and it made your cheeks burn. You went to throw your hands up to them, but he quickly caught them in his. “So, what’s your answer?” He planted a kiss in your palm. “Do you want my help? (Name)-chan.”

Fuck.. the way he looked at you. Those ferocious, hooded eyes. Those calloused hands, usually wrapped around a katana, wrapped around yours right now. The burning you felt between your legs. God yes. God, you wanted it.

The alleviation of pain (and studying) was an afterthought.

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Yuta had returned back to your living space with a towel from the bathroom. What? you didn’t want to get the floor messy. You could see an erection straining tightly against his black pants.

Fuck, you were really gonna do this. He set it down flat on the floor, and invited you to come situate yourself on it.

~~~

After removing his shirt (It was white, after all), Yuta knelt himself down in front of you. He had a certain glint in his eyes, almost conflicting the harmless smile that he also wore, as if he wasn’t about to blissfully pound your bloody c*nt into oblivion. He undid the front buckle of his pants, a bulge emerging, the explicitness of his bare dick concealed by gray underwear. He began palming at the protuberance. You eyed the display curiously, when you had a sudden realisation.

“Y-Yuta, w-what about… protection?” you asked, uneasily.

“Hm? (Name)-chan, you’re on your period, remember? You won’t get pregnant.”

“B-but..”

He cut you off. “I don’t have anything. Trust me.”

You nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. Yuta was always a trustworthy figure for you. Your strong, reliable friend who you could always depend on. He always took care of you, even during skirmishes with curses, arriving at your side before things even had the chance to get particularly hairy.

You watch Yuta as he tilts his keeling body forward, his hands landing on your ankles before travelling upwards, spreading your legs open in the process. You feel yourself blushing once again, tossing your head to the side. You can feel the front of your damp p*nties being touched, jumping in slight surprise at the abrupt action before Yuta starts rubbing at your cl*t through the fabric. He notices your breathing falter.

“Do you like it, (Name)-chan? Do you like how it feels when I rub you there?”

You mumble a small “yes.”

He’s applying more pressure to his administrations now. “Do you want me to take your p*nties off? So I can touch you properly?”

You answer yes again, this time more hastily.

With that, he curls his fingers over the sides of your p*nties, dragging your legs into the air as he twists his body appropriately in order to shimmy the restrictive fabric off of you. He casts them to the side, before pulling your trembling limbs back into their previous position. Once he settled them back down, he kept his hands on your thighs as he drank in the glory of your exposed c*nt quivering before him, the string of your tampon peaking out in a taunting manner.

You heard him cooing at you quietly. “Beautiful.”

You cringed, wondering if he’d still be thinking that when he’s stained with blood. Even so, you couldn’t help but melt under the feeling of his fingertips tracing circles into your inner thighs. The way you felt a thumb flick over your n*ked sex.

“Is your stomach still hurting you?” The sudden question snapped you out of your stupor.

Truth be told, you’d almost completely forgotten about your pains you were so caught up in the moment, but something held you back from saying so. As if Yuta would stop touching you if you let him know the “reason” for the two of you doing this was almost completely resolved. And, you were relishing in the tenderness of his comforting too much for it to stop.

“Y-Yes..”

Yuta bent further over you, his head looming over your core. He sunk down, his face leaning into the space of your skin where your tummy and pelvis met. He planted a light kiss there.

“Well, I’m gonna make you feel better.”

His grip on your thighs tightened as his head lifted, his presence shadowing over you once again as he held himself higher. Your heart pounded. He leaned further on your left thigh and removed his hand from the other, as you felt fingers poking at your aching heat again.

Could you feel… pulling?

You felt a horrible, obscene slick escape you suddenly when Yuta yanked out your tampon. He pinched it limply in fingers, observing it slightly before placing it on the towel you shared.

“Yuta?!” You whelped. It was ironic. The two of you were sharing an intimate moment with each other, almost completely exposed. But this? It felt somewhat... invasive.

You could sense Yuta shrugging. “It needed to come out.” Before you even had a chance to respond, you could feel him caressing your folds. He was circling his thumb over them, the peak of the eclipse swiping over your cl*t. “Don’t worry, (Name)-chan you look beautiful.”

You looked to him, but he didn’t return the gaze. His stare was boring into your most private parts, hungrily eating up the view. The calloused hand still wrapped around your leg was gripping on tightly, as you felt Yuta dip a finger into your sopping c*nt.

“Fuck.. it’s so.. wet.”

Well, that was a given you supposed. But you knew a lot of what was down there was also probably your usual feminine slick, with the way he was making you ache. He continued pumping his finger in and out, the motion becoming deeper and rougher, him gaining confidence in what you were willing to take in. You could feel your muscles strain around it.

“That’s three.”

“Wait, w-what?!”

“Three fingers, (Name)-chan. You’re drenched down here.” You felt him remove his digits, Spreading them out across your lips. You then felt him draw a line across your inner thighs that intersected your p*ssy in the middle. Was he… playing in it? You decided not to question, you were too caught up in a wanton haze, hips bucking upwards, begging for his touch to return to your most sensitive parts.

“Y-yuta..”

He looked at you and smiled sincerely. “-just need to make sure you’re nice and loose for me, (Name)-chan.” Before you could react, plunging fingers speared your weeping c*nt, pumping with violent pace. You yelped and crumpled in on yourself when you felt his fingers curl against your velvety walls, yielding against the pressure. You squirmed underneath him even more when he began spreading them, parting your insides. You hummed, laying your hand over the top of his head, entwining yourself in the strands of his hair.

He shifted into your touch. “God, love this. So fucking beautiful.”

He peered at you from beneath those dark lashes. “You think you’re ready?”

“Hm?”

“For my cock.”

At that, you nodded, releasing your grasp on his hair and trailing your hand down his chest as he straightened himself, looping his fingers over the sides of his boxers, staining it with blood. He tugged them down, his painfully erect dick springing out into open air. You found yourself surprised at the length. Yet, He was focused on you. Pointing at your top half he asked you, “Can you take all of this off?”

You nodded and complied hurriedly.

When you were done Yuta was quick, grabbing your knees to hold you in place, leaning over to plant yet another doting kiss on your body, This time in the space between your bare breasts. You felt him begin to push into you. He managed the entirety of his length, before pulling himself almost all the way out again. You noticed how he looked down, admiring the sheen of your blood now coating his member. He quickly snapped his hips back into you again, and began assuming a steady pace of rutting. Your legs found themselves wrapping around him, your ankles cross sectioning across his taught upper back. You wanted to tell him it felt good, but the most you could manage was a weak moan.

That seemed to set something off within him. He lunged over you, enveloping your entire body with his own. He planted one hand on the towel beneath you, firmly beside your head. The other found itself groping a t*t, clawing over it to pinch your hard nipple, surrounding the ar*ola with petals of red. His pace was raw and piercing, but the slight discomfort you felt was laced with a more intense pleasure.

You heard him groan. “-god.. You feel so good. Fucking you like this.. It’s just so.. primal.” He was lightly scraping his nails against you, tracing trails of scarlet down your body. You understood what he meant by that perfectly. The way he was looking down at you, almost slavering at the lips at your vulnerable form, like some wild animal lost in it’s lust.

The feeling of it, the sounds of it. It was also so expl*cit. Yet so gratifying.

You lost yourself, allowing Yuta to abuse your lower half as he pleased, even matching your hips to his punishing motions. The l*wd squelching noises as he fucked into your excessive wetness, the way he played with your sensitive nipple at the same time, your entire being yearning into his ministrations.

“I-I’ve always dreamt of this, (Name)-chan” You were too lost in a fucked out haze to really respond, humming lightly as you stroked the arm gripping your breast. His pace got even quicker then, rougher. His form that was already entirely draped over yours weighed down on you with even more pressure, the slap of his bucking hips against your buttox resounding loudly. It’s all too much, your legs weak when you cream his c*ck, a wave of release gushing out of you as your heat throbs wildly.

Your limbs go weak as you reel from the org*sm, your walls spasming around Yuta as he continued his bucking.

Yuta’s gaze rests on your dazed expression, his dark eyes settling over you. “You needed my c*ck didn't you?” He moves the hand that was on your bre*st to caress over your face. “Desperately. I know you did.”

You felt Yuta’s pace get rougher, losing it’s steady tempo as he chases closer to his climax. He thrusts into you heartily a final time before his release spills into you, closing his eyes as he rides out his orgasm out slowly and tenderly. He remains inside for sometime after, rubbing your hips with his thumb as he admires the mixture of c*m and blood streaming out of your hole and cascading down his dick.

“Beautiful.”

He looks to your face now, smiling gently.

“So, do you feel better now, (Name)?”

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