young!politician!snow isn’t bothered by a little blood
cw: period smut
it becomes fairly normal fairly quickly for you to stay at coriolanus’ penthouse on the weekends, once you get closer. he likes waking up to you in his bed, especially on days that he can sleep in and keep you tucked right up against his body.
on this particular morning, he’s awoken by you crawling back under the covers and curling up into a ball, your back facing him. his eyes flutter open and he frowns a little; he doesn’t like that you’re turned away.
“darling?” he murmurs, voice raspy and low with sleep still. “is something wrong?”
you sigh and look at him over your shoulder, your entire lower body aching. you started your period this morning and the cramps were hitting you full-force at the moment. but you aren’t sure if you want to tell him that. his big blue eyes are sparkling with genuine concern, though, brows knitting together above them.
“i um…started my period. and i have pretty bad cramps right now,” you admit, averting your eyes. however, instead of being put off, coriolanus softly coos and reaches for you.
“oh, my poor girl,” he says softly, shifting closer to you to pull your back into his chest gently. his nose nuzzles against the spot behind your ear. “is there anything i can do for you?”
you hesitate and shake your head, not wanting to burden him but also not sure what all could be done. it was just a thing to deal with. coriolanus slides an arm around you, resting his hand below your belly button. the heat from his palm is immediately soothing and he can feel the way you relax slightly at the touch. he kisses the side of your neck and gently rubs your lower belly.
“you know,” he starts, smiling softly when you sigh in relief at the way his hand gently moves in a circle over the ache in your tummy. “i heard that orgasms might help with cramps.”
you pause and hesitate. he’s not serious…is he?
“coryo…”
“let me help you, sweet girl,” he purrs, fingertips just barely brushing the edge of your sleep shorts.
“but the blood—“
“i don’t mind it.”
his fingers dip just below the elastic now, still rubbing soothing circles into your skin. you can’t deny how nice his touch feels.
“it’ll stain…” you say, though you’re giving in and he knows it too. coriolanus pulls away for just a moment, quickly darting into the bathroom and returning with a towel. of course, it’s dark red. just like most of his linens are.
he taps your side softly and you raise your hips as he crawls back onto the bed, sliding the towel beneath you. his strong, lean body hovers over you and he smiles softly, dipping his head to catch your lips with his own. his mouth against yours is heaven, his kisses always more than enough to get you worked up and desperate for him.
coriolanus trails his hands down your sides until he finds your shorts again, hooking his fingers into them and pulling them off along with your panties in one swift movement. he doesn’t even seem to notice the pad in your underwear either, just tosses them aside for the moment. instinctively, your legs move to close quickly but his hand stops them. he presses one of your thighs open and breaks away from your kiss to brush his lips down your throat.
“gonna make you feel so much better, my darling,” he whispers, his fingers dipping between your legs. the blood doesn’t seem to phase him at all as he easily finds your clit, circling around it with the pad of his middle finger. you gasp softly, hips lifting into his touch.
“so sensitive,” he tuts, nipping at your skin. he toys with you for a moment longer before directly touching your clit. you can feel more than see his smirk when you moan sharply, your breath hitching. he circles it slowly, lifting his head to watch your face. his eyes stay on yours, his plush lip pulled between his teeth while he makes you tremble.
eventually, his fingers slip further down until he’s pressing two of them into you slowly. the blood only adds to the slickness, making it easy to take his fingers inside of you without much resistance. coryo’s eyelashes flutter and he lets out a soft moan at the feeling of you and it makes your tummy flip.
“so fucking slick,” he murmurs. he’s gentle, though, as he curls his fingers inside of you. normally, coriolanus is quite rough and fast. but right now, he’s taking his time. he seems to know exactly how sensitive you are right now.
you sigh his name softly, the heat pooling in you more and more with each stroke. his thumb finds your clit again and slides up and down in time with his fingers.
“hm?” he hums, kissing your cheek softly. “how’s it feel, my love? talk to me.”
“feels so— oh…it feels so good, coryo. please don’t stop,” you whine quietly, your hands finding purchase along his smooth back.
“my sweet, pretty girl,” he coos, nuzzling your nose with his. “i’m not gonna stop, i promise. gonna make you feel so much better,” he soothes. his free hand comes back to your belly, such a gentle caress to the sore muscles there. it adds to the pleasure tenfold.
his fingers remain slow and gently, but they curl inside of you perfectly and have you keening and arching your back. you’re so close already and your own fingers dig into the muscles below his shoulder blades.
“i’m gonna—“
“yes. that’s it, my love. cum for me, please? such a good girl, hm?”
his voice, still gravelly from only waking up 20 or so minutes ago, is the last straw before you snap. you gasp and shudder beneath him, the flood of your orgasm immediately relaxing the cramping in your lower abdomen as if a string there suddenly untangled and went lax. you squeeze down on his fingers and soak them, hearing him moan in response.
you had been so caught up in the pleasure and relief of coriolanus fucking you on his fingers that you hadn’t noticed the way he’d been grinding against the bed as well. as you came down from your high, you felt him rutting against the plushness of his pillowy mattress, watching as he pulled his hand from between your legs and stared at the mixture if slickness and blood coating them.
his eyes slowly lifted from his fingers to your own gaze, and he held your stare as he brought them to his mouth and dragged his tongue along them. time seemed to stop for a moment as you stared in awe, his hips jerking hard against the bed.
“oh fuck,” he growled, the taste of you sending him over the edge, completely untouched. it made a new kind of heat flare inside of you— one that you didn’t know existed. his body trembled for a moment as he spilled inside of his boxers, his eyes closing and his mouth parting into the prettiest “o” shape. coriolanus had just made himself cum from getting you off and tasting your blood.
“coryo,” you said softly, dragging your nails lightly down his back. his eyes fluttered open and he looked at you, a feral sort of lust simmering in them. he said nothing as he surged up, capturing your lips with his and pinning you down with his body. he wasn’t done with you yet.
and he wouldn’t be done with you for several more hours. it’s a good thing his housekeepers do laundry on sundays.
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