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Finral leaned against your doorframe with a sultry expression, “Despite how beautiful you look bundled in that blanket you’ve been wearing for two days, we should go to town tonight and have fun.”
“Come take it off of me, then.” You gave him a smirk as he blushed and straightened up.
It had been months since you joined the Black Bulls, and you had gotten pretty close to Finral, despite his incessant flirting. At all points, you flirted back, often making him blush harder than you did, but neither of you ever took it further.
“Come on…” he sat down next to you, fingers slightly tugging at the blanket you were wrapped in, “you look so sad here, a night out would be good.”
“No, Fin, I’m in pain and just want to stay in bed until it goes away.” You sighed, wishing you could just go out and have fun.
“You’re in pain?” He looked super concerned now.
“Yeah, I’m on my period, and the cramps are killing me,” you winced slightly in discomfort, annoyed more than anything. “But you go have fun.”
He was quiet for a minute, lost in thought. “Nope, staying here seems like way more fun.” He smiled at you, his kindness being almost as annoying as the pain.
You didn’t want anyone to look at you, much less ruin their own night to be miserable with you. “Fin, you’re not going to have fun here, just leave me with my bleeding uterus.” Men generally leave if you put it like that.
The way he tapped his face with his finger was undeniably cute. It was more annoying. Your halfhearted scowl did not tempt him to leave. “What would make you feel better?”
His face looked serious, so you accepted his company for the time being. “Chocolate, for starters” you pulled the blanket tighter.
It was less than five seconds before Fin pulled a chocolate bar from a portal, handing it to you with a smile. “Now what.”
“I don’t know Fin, I just want to lay down with a heating pad, but mine just broke.” You hoped he would pull one out of thin air like the chocolate, but no such luck.
He thought for a minute, “I can be your heating pad. I don’t think Vanessa’s sober enough to lend you her cat.”
It was unclear if he was joking or not, but you really wanted a heating pad. “Fine.” You laid down, unraveling the blanket and opening your arms so he could lay next to you. Instead, he just looked shocked, possibly due to your lack of pants. You just didn’t have the effort in you to put on more than your panties today. “If you’re just going to sit there, you can leave.”
He laid next to you, “what do I do?” His shyness actually would have been cute if it were any other day. You didn’t say anything, just grabbed his hand and slid it under the hem of your shirt to rest right over your uterus, sighing in immediate relief. “Better.”
He immediately looked much cuter, shyness and concern evident in his face. “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”
“It’s not supposed to be…” for the millionth time, you regretted whatever ‘evil period’ gene you inherited. “I would love to go out with some handsome man and have a good night, but nope.”
He looked a little offended, “I’m not a handsome man?”
“Hmm I guess. That’s not the word I generally use to describe you though.” You watched his face drop a little, confused why he wasn’t arguing.
“And what word would you use to describe me?”
You turned to face him, noses inches apart. “Pretty.” You smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “I can think of lots of words to describe you. Annoying, slacker, dramatic. But pretty is what comes to mind.”
He seemed pleased, despite your backhanded compliment. “Is that because I look especially pretty right now?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, inspiring you to roll your eyes.
“You’re always especially pretty,” you loved to watch him blush like that. “But now that I’m in less pain, you’re becoming more tolerable, too.” Now he rolled his eyes.
“Sure, tolerable,” he curled closer into you, chin resting on your shoulder and breath fanning your ear. You had been close to him before, but cuddling was something new. He was so warm, and somehow his presence was relaxing your body.
Unconsciously, you pushed his hand half an inch lower, slightly below the waistband of your panties. The gesture wasn’t sexual, you just wanted to feel the pressure more directly on your womb. But then his breath hitched in your ear, his pinky finger barely brushing against your pubic hair as his hand twitched. You held yours on top of it, both to help him relax and make him stop moving in ways that drove you crazy.
To distract yourself, you opened the dark chocolate he had given you. You couldn’t help moan as you tasted it, noticing his hand press into you and pinky finger dip slightly lower. Cuddling was going to be very difficult if he didn’t stop touching you like that. You turned to face him.
His eyes were wide and pleading, so you assumed he wanted some chocolate, obviously. You reached towards his mouth with a square, admiring the way his plush lips opened for you. It was impossible not to let your thumb linger on his bottom lip when you gave it to him. His tongue was soft and wet as it gently brushed your thumb, and his eyes were directly trained on you. Reluctantly, you pulled away, wondering at his behavior.
There was another side effect of his presence. You were quickly becoming wet as he ran his thumb across your lower stomach, an attempt to soothe your cramps. It was working, in a way.
You moaned slightly at the pleasurable sensation, not expecting him to react much. But then he pressed closer against your side, clothed erection digging into your hip. It would be so easy to ignore it, but that was no fun.
Instead, you turned your back to him, hand over his to keep it on your stomach. You could feel his erection pressed against your ass, a quiet whimper coming to his lips as he tightened his arm around you. It was difficult not to press your ass back against him and see what happened. If not for the pain that shot through your lower back, you may have tested your luck.
Your hand flew to your lower back, pressing between you two. He gasped. Realizing your hand was inches from his dick, you quickly exclaimed, “sorry, my back hurts. It’s a fairly common side effect.”
“Oh, it’s okay…” he replied. You wished you could see his face, knowing he was blushing as his hand pressed tighter against you. It felt nice. “I could give you a massage, if you want.”
“Umm sure. Yeah, that would be nice. I actually have some oil in my nightstand.” You handed him the bottle with a big smile, thrilled at the treatment. Then you laid back down, lifting your shirt up to right under your breasts.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to situate himself. Then he straddled your thighs and quickly warmed the oil between his palms before placing his hands on your back. You audibly moaned at the contact, melding into his touch as he froze, hands on your waist. With his thighs on either side of yours, you could feel his bulge pressing against your ass through your panties as you arched your back a little.
When you didn’t do anything else, he started moving his hands. His soft fingertips dug into your skin, soothing the sore muscles. You made soft noises every now and then, but nothing too major. Then his hands slid further up your back.
“Fin, you’re going to get oil on my shirt.”
“Then you should probably take it off.”
Well, when he put it like that. You slid the shirt off your body, tits pressing against the bed.
He poured more oil onto your back, watching how you shivered at the cold sensation, arching back slightly again. He immediately had his hands on your waist again. The position was less like a massage and more like he was fucking you.
He stroked your sides for a minute, your body involuntarily arching into his touch. His dick pressed into your ass harder, barely rutting against you. You gasped in response. One of his hands slid up your spine, fingertips pressing into your back as it moved between your shoulder blades and up to your shoulder.
His other hand followed suit as he leaned forward a bit, cock grinding deeper into you. You were getting so fucking wet and trying to restrain yourself, opting to moan as opposed to pressing back into him until he fucked you.
For a while, he explored your body cautiously, noting all of the dips and curves, tracing your spine with his thumb. He occasionally slid his hands closer to your breasts, barely grazing the soft tissue.
You winced a little from the feeling of your neck being turned and your boobs aching. “Did I do something wrong?” He immediately removed his hands, so you sat up after he moved off of you, not even remembering you weren’t wearing a shirt. His eyes fell to your chest. He looked so cute, unable to resist staring at you like a rare gemstone.
“No, no, Fin, my neck just hurts. Can you rub it for me like this?” You pressed him back into the wall and sat on his lap with your back pressed against his chest. He was so warm against you.
“Sure” he replied, breath tingling in your ear. His lips were almost touching your neck as he used a hand to slowly slide your hair out of the way. Then his hands were on your neck, pressing down into your shoulders. His thumbs pressed up against your scalp and you moaned loudly. He readjusted to press his cock deeper into your ass, moaning slightly himself.
“Another thing is…” you arched into his touch. “my breasts get really sore and sensitive when I’m on my period.”
“Is that so?” His voice sounded hungry.
“Yeah, it may help if you massage them, too.”
His hands immediately cupped your breasts, softly massaging the tissue. It was supple beneath his fingertips as they roamed. He pulled you tight against him peering over your shoulder to watch your tits in his hands. You leaned back, head resting against his shoulder as he explored.
When his fingertips grazed over your nipple, immediately hardening it, you moaned a little, arching into his hand. His other hand grabbed your waist, pressing you against his cock harder, making both of you moan a little more.
Everything was perfect, until another cramp hit.
“What can I do?” He softly stroked your lower stomach to soothe you in response to your sudden tension.
“I don’t know, Fin. I took some medicine, ate some chocolate, and have a wonderful new heating pad. Unless you’re going to fuck me, there’s nothing that will help.”
He was quiet and tense against you for a second before asking, “does that really help?”
“Yes, actually, a lot… if you take your time. There’s more sensitivity.”
“Then is that an invitation?” His voice was seductive, a little bit desperate.
“Yes,” you turned around, meeting his lustful eyes with your own. He immediately kissed you, hands flying to your neck and waist as you returned the kiss hungrily. It was passionate, repressed feelings coming to the surface. Your leg wrapped around his waist, his hand gripping your thigh and massaging your ass as he guided you to lay back on the bed. He grinded against you, cock pressed against your panties as you made out. For a while, this was perfect. Then you were feeling cramps again, missing his hand pressed against your belly.
“I’ll be right back,” you said, throwing your shirt on and making your way to the restroom to pull out your menstrual cup and grab a couple of towels.
When you returned, Fin was half naked in your bed, posing like some underwear model. “Pretty.” That was all you could say. He laughed at your comment, a sweet sound that made you feel more at ease.
“Lay back for me, please. I want to make you feel good.” He guided you to lay back on the towel you placed on the bed, pulling your shirt off in the process. Once he did, he became enraptured by your breasts, kissing and licking them with vigor. He teased your nipples, sucking and nibbling to draw moans from your lips.
“Fin, please, this feels good, but I want you to fuck me now.” If this had been any other day, you would have taken your time with him, worshipping his body and making him beg to fuck you. Instead, you were begging so the cramps would stop.
“Fuck, okay” he kissed you, underwear sliding down his legs when he came up. He looked beautiful like this, lean muscles taught and dick fully hard. God, even his dick was pretty. You couldn’t help reaching for it, tasting the precome you gathered on your fingertips after a few strokes. He moaned at the sensation and watched in awe as you tasted him.
At first, he opted to tease your panties with his dick, enjoying the soft sounds you made for him. Then he pulled them down and teased your bare pussy with his cock. He seemed enamored with the way your pussy looked and how wet you were. There was barely any blood visible yet, mainly just the arousal Fin had caused. You loved the way his dick felt coated in it, easily sliding from your clit to your entrance. “You’re so beautiful,” he commented, eyes meeting yours. Then he started to push in.
The tip slid in easily, a loud moan coming from both of you as his head pressed inside. He slowly began pushing in, rocking back and forth gently so you could accommodate his size. It felt like cool water poured over a burn, soothing your pain.
“Fuck, Fin, you feel sooo good.” You breathily moaned in his ear after he leaned down to kiss your neck. He bottomed out, making you feel so full and satisfied already. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as possible and using your tongue to play with his earring as you sucked and nibbled his earlobe, drawing sweet noises from him. “You’re so deep, I want more.”
He was careful as he fucked you, drawing out each stroke so you could feel every inch of him as he hit that spot deep inside. “Fuck! You’re so tight and wet. Ughh feels amazing!” He was lost in the way your pussy contracted around him as he fucked you, one of his hands coming to your clit to pleasure you.
Once you started squirming and rocking back into him, he picked up the pace, his face contorting like he was barely holding on. You memorized the way his eyes rolled back as his jaw tightened and Adam’s Apple bobbed. Yet he regained his composure quickly and fucked you harder.
Then he laid down on top of you, cock still fucking you and fingers rubbing your clit. Now he could press his other hand against your uterus, the way you enjoyed so much earlier. But this time he could feel his dick moving inside you slightly. The sensation drove him closer to his high while he tried to please you. He was a moaning mess, more vocal than any partner you had before as he fucked you hard. It was driving you wild.
As you got super close, his hips began moving more erratically. You were clenching around him as he said “Fuck, I’m close! Can I please cum inside of you?”
“Yes, Fin, cum for me! I’m cumming, too!” You were never so thankful for your birth control, desperate to feel him release inside of you as he took your pain away. His face twisted in pleasure as he drilled inside of you, going as deep as possible, making you see stars. It pushed you over the edge, making you spasm around him as you came. Then he was moaning loudly, stilling inside of you as he filled you with cum.
You stayed like that for a minute as you both calmed down, him finally pulling out to both of your disappointments. He grabbed the other towel and cleaned you both off, dampening one end with some water to get the blood off. It wasn’t as messy as you expected, and he was laying back beside you in no time.
His hand relaxed on top of your womb after he pulled the blanket over you both. “Better?”
“So much better,” you replied, pain being the last thing on your mind.
“Good,” he snuggled into you and drifted off to sleep.