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it’s almost incapacitating; the cramps, the pain that feels like it blooms and burns even hotter everytime you move. not even the hot water bottle that you have pressed against your lower abdomen is giving you any sort of relief and you almost feel like crying with how much it hurts. you know it’s only temporary, that it’ll leave eventually and you just have to stomach it, to take your painkillers and get over it but no matter how regular it was, your period, it didn’t make it any more tolerable.
“baby? i made you some tea.” your boyfriend, yuuta, smiles from where he pushes into the room and you can only meet him with a sort of strangled, pathetic sound in response to his kindness as he approaches.
he notices the pained pinch of your features and it makes his own prettier ones mirror the same expression, he hates to see you like this but he was always so attentive at this time of the month. he’d wash your sheets, clean your clothes, he never shyed away from the harsh reality of periods— they were natural ofcourse, but it was still refreshing to feel understood in that way.. to feel taken care of.
you feel the mattress dip beneath your boyfriends weight as yuuta sits down on the edge next to you, placing the cup of tea down on the bedside table as he sends you a sad, almost wet blink.
“is it not helping?” he asks, softly.. gently before you feel the cool brush of his fingertips twitch against your skin, crawling coldly underneath the hem of your t-shirt until they’re pressing underneath the hot water bottle with icy contrast. but the touch feels nice, you can’t help but shudder despite the way your satisfaction only seems to tug him even closer.
“i dont like seeing you in pain, it hurts me.” yuuta hums as his forehead knocks against yours gently, urging you to look up at him as his lips smear a kiss along your cheeks. his hands remain on you as he palms at your stomach, massaging at the skin as he knocks the once occupied water bottle to the side so he can retake his rightful role of soothing you instead.
another kiss and the press of your boyfriends lips almost distracts you from the painful spasm of cramps in your stomach as he coats you in lingering kisses, every peck a show of his unwavering love and devotion to ease your aches. “i want to help you, any way i can.” another press and you can’t help but try to pull him closer, to eat up the affection and the attention he’s giving you as his fingertips squeeze into you.
it’s even more frustrating how needy you seem to get on your period, as if the pain wasn’t bad enough you couldn’t help but yearn so terribly for the push of your boyfriend— he was attentive but you couldn’t help but crave his attention in other ways too. so really you’re to blame when you meet yuuta’s next press of his lips with your own, because you know he’ll twist into you like a dog obeying it’s owners call.
his tongue almost immediately finds its way to press past your lips as his cool fingers begin to toy with the hem of your sweatpants, and you can’t help but arch into his touch— like you’re urging him to go deeper as he all but whimpers against the mindless, lewd roll of your tongue against his.
“yuuta, we cant.” you gasp against yuuta’s lips and the statement almost hurts to say, you’re so needy— so sensitive and your skin feels like it’s burning beneath the press of his fingertips. he knows that though, which is why he doesn’t pull away either, he just hums against your lips before he’s twisting to deepen the kiss, to press you into the pillows beneath you as he curls over your figure to hold you there.
“s-sorry, i cant help it, i just want to touch you all the time.” he nips at your lips as he answers you and it makes your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as he does. it’s like you’re so hypersensitive to everything right now, even if just to forget about the pain— you’d love to gladly get lost in your boyfriend but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
“i know but.. i’m on my period.” you relent eventually as you tug away from yuuta but he makes an effort to chase the press of your mouth as you do. he’s already missing the taste of your kisses, but when you turn away shyly, he opts to busy himself with pecking your cheeks once more instead.
you’re insufferably warmer now and you can feel the remnants of your cramps begin to creep back up now that the your distraction has ceased, leaving you to pant and wince as you wrap your arms around your boyfriends shoulder to tug him closer. you’re squeezing him as a means to ground yourself but he doesn’t seem to mind as he suckles another kiss into the underside of your jawline.
“but i don’t care about that stuff.” yuuta’s words are straight forward and honest and they make you turn to urge him to meet your gaze as you admire him. he’s flushed from your kisses, much like he always is despite the way his gaze is still haunting, almost as cooling as his fingertips feel as they creep their way beneath your waistband. baby steps, it’s like he’s scared you’ll stop him if he moves too much at once.
“it’ll be messy.. and it— it hurts right now.” you bite your lip nervously but the look it earns you in return makes something other than pain bloom in your lower abdomen, before your boyfriend is capturing your lips once more.
“i can take care of you, do you need me to?” you’re not sure if it’s the way yuuta says it, the way it’s buried, growled into the press of his kiss but it makes you tremble beneath him as he pushes his body into yours— you can’t will yourself to pull away. especially not when the next graze of his tongue is accompanied by a experimental swipe of his fingers along your folds as he pushes down the front of your underwear.
despite your boyfriends words, you still can’t help but cringe as he pets through your glistening pussy, hearing the lewd squelch sound as he toys with the mess. you feel your face burn, you feel too hot for your skin and you half expect him to flinch away, to screw up his face when he realises what he’s actually doing but instead, he moans against your lips. “does it feel good? i read this helps and y-you’re so much more sensitive. i can feel it.. you’re so wet.. so warm.”
“yuuta.. it’s not—“ the reasonable part of you wants to tell yuuta why you’re so wet but then he’s baring down eagerly, hungrily on your clit as he rubs at you with two fingers and it feels so good you can barely breathe nevermind speak. you grab at the back of his shirt as he kisses you, drawing sticky circles into your pussy like it’s his life mission to ease your cramps and you do find it adorable that he’s done research into this. it has been proven that orgasms help with period cramps, so maybe it isn’t too bad to let him do his own little tests.
“shhh, i want to take care of you, i l-like when you need me.” he shushes you and his words only seem to make you grow wetter as your hips meet the pace he’s set with his fingers, humping into the press of his palm as he trails his hand lower and your brows furrow when he suddenly pushes into you.
your thighs spread wider as your walls tremble around the spread of yuuta’s fingers and you’ve almost forgotten completely about the cramp in your abdomen as you find yourself overcome by the pleasure he treats you with instead. you were truly spoiled, completely, drowning in love as he buries you in kisses and spit and fingers you so good you feel lightheaded— even just so he can ease your cramps despite the mess you’re probably making of his hands.
it really was wetter, more sensitive and you gasp for air as you pull away from the kiss, feeling your boyfriend curl his long fingers inside the squeeze of your walls. he’s letting his palm rub against your slick pussy everytime he sinks them deeper into you until you’re shaking filthily beneath him.
yuuta quickly finds a pace that makes your toes curl from where they’re burying themselves into the mattress, it’s easy given your poor, sensitive state but it’s still adorable the way your body rocks in time with him. you’re riding his fingers despite how against it you were a second ago and oh he can tell that you love it, love him with your next lidded look. you feel even better than he could’ve ever imagined.
“you look pretty like this. i’m so happy.. so happy it’s only for me, y-you’re mine.. right?” he purrs against your cheek and your thighs close around his wrist so suddenly in response to his praise as he fights to pry you back open. his lidded, haunting gaze holds you beneath him as he feels the way you cream around his fingers, making such a mess considering the already soiled state of your panties as he continues flicking along your sensitive spots until you’re twitching and pushing away from him.
you’re breathing in short, quick pants as the buzz from your orgasm makes you dizzy. but despite that, you feel like your cramps have eased off almost completely as yuuta makes his way to pull away from you.
you can’t help but feel embarrassed when you feel him pull out of your waistband, you don’t want to look to see the mess of crimson he’s been left with along his hand but instead of the disgusted reaction you expect to hear. you’re instead met with the sound of the unbuckling of yuuta’s belt as he cleans his hand unaffected on his dark slacks. he doesn’t even give the stain it leaves a second glance— it’s unnoticeable on the fabric afterall, if anything hes glad it’s you. it’s like he’s been marked as your territory.
“yuu, are.. are you sure? what if it’s gross.” your mind still feels fuzzy as you find yourself crawling up the bed slightly, kicking your feet despite the way the remnants of your orgasms still cause them to tremble.
but the look yuuta gives you is hungry and dark, you feel like a bunny under the watch of its hunter as he approaches you and it makes something almost akin to fear lick at the base of your spine despite the way it’s disguised as lust. you almost feel helpless, like your body is melting beneath your boyfriend completely when he drags you back to him— underneath him until the next press between your thighs you feel is the weight of his cock as he pushes at your sweatpants.
“it’s not gross. please, let me help, baby. it’s for love, this is how much i love you, see..” he sounds needy, his voice broken and desperate to feel you despite the state you’re in. he can’t even blame it on wanting to ease your cramps because you’re better now, your pain has dwindled into smoke but still he needs you.
yuuta trembles over you as he presses his chest into yours, almost begging as he ignores the mess between your thighs, the crimson that stains your skin and the sheets beneath you. he doesn’t care, this is nothing compared to what hes seen, he thinks you’re beautiful like this.. he loves every part of you, hes sworn himself to you afterall and hes been waiting so patiently for this opportunity. “please… i read something, about this, about us.”
his words are breathless, soft pants against your skin and the close proximity mixed with your still sensitive state has you grabbing at him, trying to push yourself closer— like you’re trying to get underneath his skin. he’d let you between his ribs; curled up around his heart— he swears you’re there already anyway. but you give him a lidded, pretty blink when he speaks and he continues as his cock pushes through the red stained press of your folds, making a tacky, wet sound as he glides through you.
“that says if we do this, t-then we’ll be together forever. our souls. i’d have all of you, like a love spell.” this was it, yuuta’s own twisted little plan that he’s been thinking about since he read that article, he’s been tracking your cycle ofcourse— biding his time until he could have you, until he could finally guarantee that you’d never leave because he won’t let you. you wouldn’t want to.
it is twisted, he’ll admit it but it’s for love and that’s enough of an excuse. you’re still stuck in a haze, hormones heightened in your state beneath him that you barely even register what he’s said because he’s so close as he humps his cock against you, every draw back of his hips squelches loudly and it feels so good you don’t even care about the mess you’re making of your sheets because you know yuuta will jump to wash them after. it almost feels so good you want to urge him away, fists balling against his chest but you don’t push. you can’t.
“p-please don’t push me away, i have to— i want to have all of you, i want to feel it.” another languid roll of his hips into yours and you both gaps when the head of his cock catches on your clit, rolling deliciously against your silken folds until you’re lips are parting to babble out pleas for anything. whatever he’ll give you.
“will you h-have me too? my soul, my body, all of me?” yuuta asks as he draws himself back deliberately, resting his cock against the still twitching entrance to your pussy because he knows what you’ll say. he knows you’ll never be able to resist when he’s already coated in you, throbbing and leaking against your sweet cunt because you love him.. he knows that, the way you’re grabbing and twitching into him is proof enough as he begins to sink into you.
your lips part suddenly, sharply as you breathe out his name and oh he feels like he’s in heaven. it feels so intimate, the way you’re smearing along his thighs and pelvis— he can see the contrast of your blood against his pale skin and it only makes him throb harder, needier as he presses into you with back and forth stutters of his hips. “see, it feels better doesn’t it? it d-doesnt hurt anymore.”
your pussy rewards the stretch of him with another squeeze as yuuta’s lips smear along your cheek, your thighs spreading to hug around his hips as his hand moves quickly to intertwine with yours. “i already feel closer to you, it f-feels so good.. like we’re stronger now, do you feel it? our love?” every inch of him you take is like a binding vow despite the way you’re wordless, only answering him with whimpers and moans but that’s enough— it’s like an oath, one your body is making for you with how tight you’re hugging around him and he doesn’t need you to say it when he can feel it. your love, the way your swearing yourself to him completely. how is he ever supposed to let you go now?
it feels like he sinks into you forever until you feel his hips press snug and tight against yours, you can already feel the pulse in your abdomen — the flames of your orgasm twitching at your nerves. you’ve forgotten entirely about not only your cramps but also the crimson that’s stained your boyfriend pelvis, clinging to the dark hair there despite the way he needs more, he needs messier. more of you. he’s not sure how long it takes for the spell to kick in afterall, he’ll go for aslong as it takes as his cold stare cuts into you with his first, wet withdrawal.
“you don’t have to worry anymore, baby. i’ll take care of you, ahh~ f-forever.”