bloodhound | s.b
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summary. you've been miserable for days now, whining and moaning about the cramps in your abdomen. ben would prefer to have you whining and moaning about something else.
tags. 18+nsfw; smut, dom/sub dynamics, lots of obscene words, period sex, blood mentions, fingering, ingestion of bodily fluids (blood & slick), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it kids), dirty talk, little bit of praise, nicknames (doll, sweetheart, baby, slut), aftercare (men pls give the girls you fuck a hug after AT MINIMUM)
jayne's yaps. my period cramps have rendered me unable to leave my room, and my situationship brought up the idea of period sex while my hormones are all over the place, and that combination has led to this. this is lowkey my first smut piece so my apologies if it sucks. enjoy it nonetheless <33
"Still hurting Doll?" Ben murmurs, kneeling beside where you've cocooned yourself into the bed. If he's not mistaken, you're in the same position you were in when he left for work this morning.
At the sound of you humming in confirmation, his hand creeps under the blanket, settling on the curve of your stomach. He's warm, a welcome touch against the agony that's been hitting you from all angles the entire day.
Under his touch, it's like you can finally move, turning over to face him. You're pale, and in obvious pain, and it kills him to see his girl like that.
"You look like hell, sweetheart." He observes, ever so bluntly, though he makes up for the words by warming his hands up, focusing the radiation powers just slightly into his palms. Not enough to burn, but just enough to soothe.
"Oh, thanks." The intended sarcasm doesn't land quite right, not with how soft your voice is and how it's tinted with pain. If anything, it makes him even more sympathetic to your situation.
He leans closer, presses a kiss to your temple. "You know what's s'posed to help with this lady bullshit?" He murmurs, waiting for your questioning hum before continuing.
"An orgasm."
"A... what?" You blink your eyes open, not sure you heard him correctly. "That's all nice and well, Ben, but-"
"But what?" He kisses your forehead again. "C'mon doll," Another kiss. "Let me take care of you." And another one. The hand he's resting on your abdomen slowly trails lower, until the tips of his fingers are resting under the waistband of your panties.
You sigh heavily, biting your lip. "It's gross."
He snorts, like he can't believe what he's hearing right now. "It's not. Who the fuck told you that?"
"Most guys just wouldn't-"
"Most guys aren't real men." He kisses your jaw, waits til you give him your nod of approval, then lets his fingers wander lower, gently teasing at your oversensitive clit. The slightest touch has you closing your eyes and gasping softly.
"Gonna make you feel so good, baby." He murmurs, slipping one of his fingers into your sticky heat. The sound your core makes around his digits is filthy, downright obscene, and the low moan he draws out from your lips is even worse.
The little noises you make spur him on, and he adds a second finger into you. You're so wet already, he knows you can take it, knows you like to. He knows you, after all.
When he's got you all worked up, pulsing around his curled fingers, he pulls away, licking the evidence of you off his fingers. You whine at the absence, and he shushes you gently.
He shifts so he's on top of you, and you can feel him against your thigh, hard under his boxers. He murmurs praises into your ear as he tugs your panties off, about how pretty you are, how good you're acting for him, how much he wants you. It's intoxicating.
It's not long before he's freed himself from the confines of his boxers, his dick springing free. He makes quick work of lining himself up with your entrance, running his tip along your folds a few times before finally sinking into you.
The mix of blood and arousal between your legs makes everything so fucking slick, and you're so so soft around his cock, so fucking wet, he can't help but moan into the crook of your neck.
He watches himself pump into you, watches his cock disappear into your soaked core and then emerge covered in your blood. There's something special about this, something intimate about the blood of your womanhood coating his dick, claiming it as yours.
"Such a good little slut for me," he murmurs, fingers reaching down for your clit once again. "Letting me use that pretty pussy while it's like this."
You're too fucked out to respond, to even care. The only important thing in your head is how good he feels inside you. The pleasure's building in the pit of your stomach, getting more intense every time Ben thrusts into you.
He knows when you're close, feels your pretty cunt fluttering around his dick, and it brings him closer to the edge too.
"You gonna come for me sweetheart? Gonna finish all over my dick?" You nod at his line of questioning, moaning pathetically.
"Go ahead baby," he murmurs next to your ear. "Come with me."
You're nothing if not a good girl for him, and you finish around his cock. Your orgasm triggers his, and he spills into you, thrusting his seed deep inside of you. His head is buried in the space between your neck and your shoulder, his breaths coming fast.
"You okay?" He murmurs against your soft skin, his beard scratching against you. You nod in response, but it's not enough for him.
"Tell me. Use your words, sweetheart." He props himself up on his forearms, looking you over to make sure you're really okay.
"I'm okay."
"Didn't hurt you, did I?"
You shake your head no at his question. "No, no, you didn't."
"Good," He kisses your forehead, pulling out of you and getting up. "I'll turn on the shower for you."
"Thanks," You hum softly, stretching your limbs out. "Oh, and you were right by the way. The orgasm did help."