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Kinktober Day 2: Period Sex

[kinktober masterlist.]

🔞 warning: smut below! mdni.

pairing: Lee Felix x reader

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Felix’s slender fingers trace every inch of your body as he works your flesh in gentle, circular massages. His elbows knead between your shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure to elicit a satisfied sigh from between your parted lips. He works down the length of your spine, paying special attention to the small of your back with the pads of his fingers. And then his hands roll your shoulders in comforting motions, as his lips find their way to the crook of your neck.

“You smell good,” he remarks, earning a half-smile from you, who leans back into his skillful touch. His kisses don’t cease, working down the base of your neck until he’s nibbling at your collarbones now, hitched breaths swirling against your skin as he adjusts himself to be a little closer to you.

“You want to?” Felix then asks, and you smile again, already knowing he was going to ask by the methodical process he follows.

“I can’t,” you reply sheepishly, turning around to face him now. He takes your palms in his, bringing your knuckles up to press a chaste kiss against them.

“Why?” Felix asks against your fingers, continuing to roll them against his lips.

“I’m on my period,” you reply, cocking your head almost apologetically.

“I don’t mind,” Felix practically interrupts to say.

His eyebrows arch up in an almost pleading manner, and you observe the way he adjusts his position on the mattress for the dozenth time now, doing his best to conceal the hard-on beneath his flannel pajama pants.

“You’re not in the mood?” He then inquires, his tender kisses trailing up your wrist.

“It’s not that,” you reply, shifting your position beside him, too. Maybe it’s obvious to him that you are horny- just not enough to soak his freshly-washed sheets in blood.

“It’s- the blood,” you explain to him. “It’s only my second day, so it’s really heavy. It’ll just be messy, and difficult, and probably gross for you.”

Felix chuckles in response, his hands finding your waist now, as he interjects with a tender kiss to your lips now.

“I can still make you feel good,” Felix counters.

He hoists himself off the bed now, over to the little wooden nightstand to the left of you, and then he digs around the drawer briefly, before making his way over again.

You chuckle when you observe the bright pink object grasped between his fingers, already very familiar with the sight of it. A compact vibrator he purchased for you not long ago, usually put to good use when he’s away for long periods of time. He’s used it on you maybe twice since purchasing, both of you generally preferring to use his fingers, or his tongue, and especially his cock to pleasure you. But with the current circumstances, and a rhythmic ache still lingering between your legs, you’ll take what you can get.

Felix maintains an amused smile on his face when he instructs you to undress while he retrieves a towel from the bathroom. You’re a little reluctant to in his presence, never having presented yourself nude to Felix on your period like this. But when he assists in splaying the towel over the mattress, and then gestures for you to lie down, you’re reminded that Felix is- and always has been, nothing less than a gentleman during intimacy.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, hovering over your figure now and steadying himself up with one hand. You nod beneath him, reaching up to tuck a long strand of blonde hair behind his freckled ear. He responds with a sweet kiss to your pouted lips, and then he glances down between your bodies, as he starts up the vibrator.

The quiet buzz fills the silence of the room, and Felix brushes it lightly against your inner thigh as he leans in to kiss you properly now, his lips working against you eagerly. He does his best not to rut against you as he kisses you, his flannel pajama bottoms grazing your flesh as he lets the friction caress his erection. And then as his kisses trail to your neck, the vibrator trails to your clit. Felix smiles against your skin when he hears you audibly gasp at the sensation, the consistent vibrations sending shivers up your spine as you spread a little further for him. He alternates between holding it against your sensitive bud, and then gliding it back and forth, moving with such ease over the already lubricated area.

“Feel good?” Felix asks, though he can already guess your answer by the little moans you let out.

“So good,” you affirm, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his golden locks. “Will you press it harder?”

Felix does as he’s told, pushing the pink toy a little firmer against you, eliciting a groan from between your drooly lips.

“Harder, baby,” you challenge.

Felix furrows his brows, now, glancing down between you at the toy. It’s coated in a sheen layer of crimson, also present on the tips of his fingers now. The sight isn’t jarring to Felix at all, who knew very well this is what the act would entail. But the toy seems to sound quieter than before, and for a brief moment, he wonders if he’s broken it.

“What is it?” You ask him, bucking your hips away from his hand.

You sit up to glance at the toy too, quickly embarrassed at the sight of your period blood coating the bright pink silicone.

“Oh my god,” you remark in a shaky voice. “I told you it’d be messy. I’ll clean it, could you just get me a towel-”

“It’s not that,” Felix says with a chuckle. He brings the toy up to eye-level, rotating it around in his grasp and frowning slightly. “I think it’s… dying, or something.”

At this, you watch him bring it up to his ear, where he attempts to get a better listen at the vibration. Like he’d predicted, the vibrator sounds much quieter now, hardly emitting any noise, as the vibration is nearly nonexistent in his touch. He flips it off, and then on again, being met with the same weak rhythm. And then he does it twice more, before the toy stops working altogether.

“When was the last time you charged it?” Felix asks, sitting up to glance around the room for the charger.

“I dunno,” you reply, steadying your upper body with two hands as you observe his movements. You groan when he departs from you entirely, making his way to the nightstand, where he now fishes around the drawer for a charger, coming up with nothing,

“Did you take it with you anywhere?” He asks, scratching the back of his head in a confused manner. “I don’t even see the charger here.”

“Forget the charger,” you chime in from the bed, pressing your upper thighs together for some sense or relief. Felix wraps the toy in a tissue, placing it carefully on the nightstand, before shooting you an amused smile.

“You sound a little eager there,” he teases, making his way back toward you. “If only there was something we could do about it.”

You groan at his teasing, throwing your head back in annoyance at the pressing ache between your legs.

“We don’t have any others?” You ask him, though you already know the answer.

“Not unless there are any I don’t know about.”

He watches you squirm helplessly atop the towel, your eyes shutting frustratedly as you can only fantasize about the feeling of when the toy was doing its job properly, sending delicious vibrations along your aching clit and assisting you in reaching your high.

“Too bad there’s no one here to help you,” Felix teases again.

You open your eyes again to the sight of Felix much closer now, his hand palming over the erection beneath his pajama pants. He’s even harder than he was before, and between that, and the cocky smile he wears on his face, you can tell what he’s getting at.

“It’s going to be even messier than the toy,” you explain to him. “I don’t know that you’ll be into it.”

“There’s nothing about a little blood I can’t handle,” Felix counters. He hoists himself on the bed once more, hovering over your body again, before burying his face in the crook of your neck. And then before you can give an answer, he’s pulling back again, preparing to leave the mattress again.

“You’re right,” he says plainly. “Too messy. Oh, well.”

“Wait!” you blurt out instinctively, and he meets your gaze again with a surprised look.

“I mean…” you begin to say, embarrassed at your very clear desperation. “We could… try, maybe.”

Felix leans in again to graze his lips over yours, not yet kissing you, as he tugs his own pants down over his erection.

“Ask for it,” Felix commands.

“Please,” you beg, squirming beneath him when you take notice of the fact that he’s not wearing any boxers under his flannel bottoms. “Please, that stupid toy got me so worked up.”

“I’m sure it did,” Felix replies, his hands caressing the sides of your waist as he positions himself over you. He keeps a steady grip on the base of his cock, angling his tip so that it’s just grazing over your soaking entrance, and then he pauses his actions again before speaking.

“Look at you, all hot and bothered for me,” Felix muses with a smile. He rubs his thumb back and forth along your flesh soothingly, and then he bucks his hips forward as he leans in to kiss you, slipping inside of you with complete ease.

It’s almost unbelievable how well you take him, not having to adjust your position even slightly for him to bottom out inside of you. His tip kisses your cervix almost instantaneously, and you’re letting out a fervent moan at the contact, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in even closer to you.

“Just like that,” you say breathlessly, and Felix bites his tongue from remarking that he hasn’t even begun to move yet.

Yet when he does begin to, pulling back and then thrusting forward with the slightest movement, a heavy groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching once at the sensation. Felix has fucked you dozens of times- but he’s not sure he’s ever felt you so tight- and wet, for him. The entirety of his girth is enwreathed in your warmth as he fucks the crimson deeper into you, completely high off the feeling of you gushing around his length. It’s like he’s fucking you for the first time all over again, and Felix can’t help but quicken his pace when he feels you dig your nails into his bare back.

“Feels so good,” you groan up at him, attempting to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. It’s less of a kiss, and more of you panting breathlessly against his parted lips, as he continues to fuck you at a rhythmic pace now.

“Yeah?” Felix inquires, his tongue swirling around yours as he moves a little faster inside of you. “You like when I make you beg for it? So horny when you’re on your period for me, baby. So fucking wet.”

He groans at his own speech, a string of drool dribbling from his lips onto yours, mirroring the blood that dribbles between your upper thighs and onto him. He couldn’t care less about this mess being a product of your menstruation- in fact, he’s pretty sure it’s ten times more arousing when you’re allowing yourself to be this vulnerable around him.

Felix’s groans transition to an orchestra of high-pitched gasps now, as he fucks you even faster, the sound of his hips smacking eagerly against yours and accompanying the lewd sloshing from between your tangled bodies. He can hardly form a coherent sentence by this point, muttering a string of “fuck” and “baby” as he shuts his eyes in pure bliss. And then his breath hitches in the back of his throat as he feels you clench desperately around him.

“Cum for me,” Felix orders breathlessly. “Make a mess for me, baby, yeah? Fuck, I wanna see you cum for me so bad.”

It hardly sounds like the familiar low pitch of Felix’s voice when he’s whimpering commands like this, but it’s somehow even more arousing to see that he’s so lost in pleasure, he barely even sounds like the Felix you know.

“Cum for me,” Felix says again.

And when you open your eyes to observe the arch of his eyebrows, and his pink parted lips as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy, you finally do, a gush of blood and arousal coating his cock in a slick mess.

Felix lets out a guttural moan when you do- one you’ve never heard before, as he slows his movements inside of you. And then as he relishes in the sensation of your fluids trickling down onto the bed sheets below him, and his cock practically sloshing in your wetness, Felix reaches his orgasm, letting out a series of whimpers when he empties himself inside of you.

One glance between your bodies is enough to gauge the mess you’ve both made- the towel is damp with spots of sweat, and cum and blood alike. And yet all Felix can do is smile when he finally pulls out again, rolling onto his side and catching his breath for a moment.

“Feel better?” He asks, his fingertips brushing against yours tenderly.

“Much,” is all you can say back, shooting him a satisfied grin as your chest rises and falls.

When Felix sits up again, he tucks a piece of blonde hair behind his ear, furrowing his brows at the desk across the room.

“The charger,” he says simply. “It’s there, by the lamp.”

“Forget the charger,” you interject.

He turns to face you again, his lips pulling into a smile as he watches you shut your eyes once more.

“If a little blood doesn’t bother you, then I prefer this to the vibrator on any day of my period.”

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