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An Extra Bit Of Lubrication
Summary: Kisame forgets about periods for a second.
I wrote smutt... Kinda? Anyways, Minors Do Not Interact
I don't think this is my best work, but I also haven't been writing much at all, so I forgive myself for just finishing something and posting
Warnings: Period sex/blood
Laying back against her collection of pillows- an "absurd amount" as her boyfriend considered it- she rocked back in the cushioning while said boyfriend pumped steadily in and out of her. Eyes shut and head tossed back carelessly, she left the work to him, knowing Kisame could easily get off simply by watching her writhe along his length. With every pleasurable thrust, she could hear the sloshy slap of skin against her obnoxiously lubricated sex. Her sweet and loving hunk never had trouble getting her worked up, but feeling her wetness dripping out of her like this was unusual. Still, she was too focused on the familiar burn of him stretching her sensitive folds to feel embarrassed.
Suddenly his predictable tempo changed with a sharp snap of his hips, earning a surprised, but pleasured gasp from her before he reverted his pace to normal. Opening an eye to glare at him, she was met with a knowing grin. “Can’t have you getting too comfortable now, can I, Guppy?”
Rolling her eye, she was about to settle back in when she felt the rough pad of his thumb brush against her clit. Fresh sparks of pleasure joined the slowly rising heat in her core, but only for a moment.
“Shit, babe, why didn’t you say anything?” Kisame’s voice, usually calm and playful, held confused worry instead as he paused his movements.
“What are you talking about? Why’d you stop?” Fighting against the mountain of sinking pillows beneath her to sit up, her irritation faded as she noticed the look of concern on her boyfriend’s face.
“That last one must have been a bit too much,” he chuckled uncomfortably before he slowly withdrew himself from her. Still not understanding why he had stopped, she watched as he pulled out. Inch by inch, his pale blue skin was smeared with blood. Well, that explained where the extra fluids were coming from.
With her realization, she felt the heat previously in her core rise to her face in embarrassment. It only intensified as Kisame started to fret over her apparent injury, running his hands soothingly along her inner thighs as he leaned down to look at her apparent injury. Before he tried to pry her open to find the cause of her bleeding, she squirmed up to escape his hold, but he held her thighs firm in his concern.
“Kisame!” She whined, kicking at him to break his hold and grab his attention. It worked. Meeting his fretful eyes did nothing to cool the heat of shame on her face, but despite how awkward the situation felt, she tried to smile reassuringly. “I’m not hurt. You didn’t hurt me.” Searching her face for any trace of a lie, it took another moment and a pointed look from her for it to click. It took another moment till he broke out in laughter. “Ugh, don’t laugh,” she grumbled, scooting away from him to roll off the bed, only to be thwarted by his ever-strong hold returning to her thighs.
“Where do you think you’re going there, Squirt?”
“Where do you think I’m going?” She huffed, “I’m going to clean up,” turning her attention away from him; she looked at the damp mix of her fluids on the bedsheets and cringed, “I’ve made such a mess.”
“What’s the point in cleaning up now when we’re still in the middle of making a mess?” Kisame slid her back towards him, smoothing his thumb into her thigh as his other hand reached to realign his cock for entry. Letting out a baffled squeak, she flailed against the pillows for something her anchor her in place but found nothing firm to grasp, but the man knelt over her, grinning as though nothing was wrong with the situation.
“W-wait!” She sputtered, reaching a hand out to stop his action and clutching onto the hand currently positioning his dick. “You seriously still want to keep going?” Her exasperation garnered little change in his nonchalant expression except for the rise of his relaxed grin.
“I’m still hard, aren't I?” Looking down at their hands, she watched him slip his hand out of her grasp, leaving her with a handful of his hardened length. Gently, almost lazily, she began to stroke his cock as she looked back at his face, finding that she felt reassured by the slightly lidded look his eyes gave in response to her ministrations. “This is about the only time I won’t be bothered by you bleeding, Sweetheart,” leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, he pulled back with a cheeky grin, “Right now, it’s just an extra bit of lubrication!” He chuckled at his little joke until she gave a quick squeeze of his dick, catching him off guard and making him groan at the harsh treatment. Playfully glaring back down at her, he removed her hand from him and nudged the head of his manhood at her folds, but he stopped, asking for permission with his eyes.
Still, the earlier humiliation made her stomach toss, but she couldn’t help but find his persistence endearing. Sighing, she relented. “Just don’t complain about doing laundry later.”