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steve kemp x fem!reader

summary: with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.

warnings: SMUT (unprotected period sex, dubcon, light blood kink, PWP) blood, steve himself is a warning

notes: saw a post about steve liking period sex and it sparked something within my horny, period-ridden brain, and now i’m forcing it onto you ❤️

The coldness of the sheets worn off a long time ago. Your body has held itself in the same fetal position for hours, locked in its own paused joints, skin trembling as you try to ignore the stabbing pain screaming at you from your abdomen.

You’ve almost single-handedly destroyed an entire bottle of Ibuprofen, crushing the weight of your small heating pad underneath your body. You’re in nothing but a grey hoodie of Steve’s, pitch black socks and special menstruation panties with a built-in pad you got somewhere online. Everything feels too tight and too lose at the same time. Everything is too much and not enough.

You can hear the faint steps of Steve’s boots as he wanders the halls, doing God knows what — leaving you with the coursing anxiety of being alone.

The door opens, faint in your ears, and you can register footsteps coming towards you. The bed shifts underneath his weight as he kneels beside you, setting a glass of water on the nightstand— the nicest gesture he’s made.

“How are the meds?”

You can feel Steve’s hands bunch up the material of your sweatshirt as he strokes your skin through it, his thumb rubbing circles through the fabric. “It hurts.”

He hums, eyebrows furrowing in worry, as much as he can muster. His eyes rake over your form, inch by inch, before attempting to meet your eyes again. You can barely see him with your face buried in the sheets, hair covering your eyes and blocking him from your vision.

“Can I make you feel better?”

His voice is low, deep, something familiar, and not in the way that feels natural now. There’s that rumble in his tone he only gets in two different occasions. Two occasions you know oh-too-well.

Two occasions ending with someone bloody or cum-stained.

“I’m hurting, Steve,” You mumble, burrowing your face in the sleeve of the hoodie. He hums in understanding, but he still continues.

Steve’s hands pull the hoodie over your skin, exposing your bottom-half, plump and panty-clad — you always thought they designed them way too skimpily to be period products.

He squeezes your ass, causing you to whine, and he chuckles airily at the simple reaction. He moves from beside you, gathering himself behind, kneeling on the bed.

You’re not in full fetal, but you’re still close. More than half of your body is facing down on the bed, but your ass is stuck up in the air, lightly turned on it’s side. The view is enough to make his paints tighten, along with the light whimpers you make when your body starts to ache.

“Honey…” He tsks. “Lemme take care of you.”

You know him too well for this. You know he’s not taking in your well being, it’s all for him, for his pleasure, but something about that- something about that is for you. Something about him taking what he wants makes your cunt clench around nothing.

He takes his thumb, rubbing you over your panties, digging his thumb deep so he can press hard on your clit. You whine at the contact, and your body instinctually shoves itself closer to him. He grips your hip with his free hand, keeping you locked in place.

“You think you’re wet enough to take it?”

You dig your foot into his thigh when he rubs you faster, keening at his movements, your breathing getting faster.

“Can fuckin’ feel it,” Steve groans, cock straining against his slacks, “Can’t wait for you to stain my cock.”

He pulls down your panties with a tug, revealing your glistening cunt to him. You can hear the clanging of his belt as he pulls it off, tugging his pants down and letting his cock bounce free.

Steve leans over you, pressing his chest against the expanse of your back. His breathing tickles your skin as he presses his face in your neck, nipping at it with small bites, playing with you like a toy. His cockhead is sliding through your folds, up and down, teasing your entrance with the promise of filling it.

He grunts as he slides in. His chest rumbles against your back while his cock slides within your walls, your cunt practically sucking him in. Your arousal; granted by his earlier teasing, mixed with the continuous stream of blood is enough to help him bottom out almost immediately, setting the ache in your cunt that makes you moan against the sheets. He’s pressing so much weight onto you you’re practically squished, drowning underneath his body and the expensive cushioning.

“Pussy’s fucking perfect,” He’s grunting, groaning in your ear, already thrusting shallowly inside your cunt. “Perfect wet little hole, fuck.”

“Steve,” You’re whining underneath him, thighs sticking together with sweat, fingers tangling in the sheets as his thrusts get faster. His balls ars slapping against your skin, filling the air with obscene smacking sounds, followed by his relentless sounds and your muffled whimpers. He can’t help it, can’t help the way your cunt grips him, can’t help the way your smell makes him want to flood your pussy right then and there — can’t help that the promise of you whimpering under him is enough to make him feral.

Steve looks down, watching his cock slide out of your cunt, amazed as he watches it come out red — stained with you.

“It’s too much,” You whine, but he just chuckles. Chuckles in your ear with a tsk, tugging you back and forth on his dick.

“You can fucking take it,” He says, so sure of himself — so confident in the fact that you’re always good for him. Always ready for him to take you whenever he needs. Always ready to be his good little hole. Just as he needs you to be.

His cock slamming against that one spot inside of you, over and over again is enough to make you sob — reaching back to grab his arm, nails digging so deep you think it might draw blood.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Steve gets faster, gets harder, turns into a man on a mission. “Gonna cream on my cock, honey? Fuckin’ do it, clench around it, baby, cum so fucking hard, you can do it. Fuck, c’mon, please,”

When he ends it with a whine, it’s enough to do you in. Your cunt spasms around his length, cumming harder than you thought you could, orgasm wrecking through you like a freight train. Your nails dig deeper, face buried farther in the bed, legs growing stiffer, sobs getting louder as you come.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” His moans are getting more desperate, less held back. He sounds like he’s in heat; gasping and whining, lost in the feeling of your cunt’s flutters. “Gonna cum in your dirty pussy,”

And he does. With one last, final slam, his cum floods your already drenched heat. He bites onto your shoulder as he comes, eyes slamming shut with the force, moaning deeply into your skin.

You two lay there in silence as you come down. Your skin is sticking together with sweat, bodies tied to each other with come and heat, dripping down from within your thighs and onto his perfectly made sheets. Your legs are still trembling.

Steve is almost sad as he pulls out of your cunt, smiling as he feels it try to keep him inside. The mix of cum and blood floods out of you almost immediately, and you can hear him groan — feel him picking some up with his index finger and bringing it to his mouth, licking his finger clean and smiling at the taste.

He brings a final, gentle swat to your ass, tugging you down the bed and turning you to face him. As lovingly as he can get, he pushes your soggy hair from your skin, squishing your face with force to make you look at him.

“The bed is ruined. We gotta get you cleaned up.”