You think a little blood is gonna scare me off?
Tig helping out his boyfriend, you, on your period ;)
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18+, smut, pre anything ftm!user, fem terms for anatomy, Tig being a freak, fingering, grinding, and I cannot stress this enough, BLOOD!!
Tig was no stranger to blood. It was always on his hands, in his hair, smeared across the leather on his boots. Hell, he's tasted it.
So when he woke up next to you, blood all over his grey sheets, he didn't freak out. It wasn't a concerning amount. It's not like you got attacked in the middle of the night. Besides, he would have heard it and woken up. He pushed the blanket aside to see the full picture. Blood all over the crotch of your boxers, on the sheet where you rolled around, and even some on his leg. Mother Nature must have taken her course in the middle of the night.
Tig had daughters, he's a dad. He's probably washed more period blood off clothes than most dudes out there. He's washed more human blood off clothes than your average Joe. The part he struggled with was how he was gonna tell you. Wake you up now? Wait till the sun fully comes up? Try to change your clothes without waking you? Scratch that last idea. You knew he was a perv but he was a consensual perv, to you at least.
Tig wrapped his arms around you. He kissed down the back of your neck, nipping at your bare shoulder where his tshirt that you were wearing had slid down. You huffed in your sleep before reaching for the blanket that was no longer in your reach. When you groaned Tig nipped at your shoulder again. "Wake up, baby."
He said it soft, that softness only a select few got to experience. When you blindly reached back to try to smack him away he chuckled as he grabbed your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. "Look, I don't know how to tell you this.. but aunt flow paid you a little visit last night."
It took you a few seconds to process what he said before you sat straight up. Staring at the mess between your legs. Tig sat up next to you, kissing the back of your hand. "It's okay, I ain't mad. They're old sheets anyway. Who knows what's stained all over 'em." That got a smile out of you and Tig was mentally patting himself on the back.
He pulled you into his lap, his bare chest against your back. "Why don't we ruin them a little more, then we can go to the store and buy a new pair. I'll even let you pick the color." As he spoke his hand was slowly slipping into your underwear. You didn't stop him, not yet. "You don't mind?" You asked, sleep still evident in your voice. Tig chuckled, shaking his head. "You're crazy if you think a little pussy blood is gonna make me squirm." You watched his hand before you just slowly nodded. "Just be gentle, everything is a little sensitive." "I got it, baby. I'll go slow."
Tig pushed your boxers down your legs, tossing them to the other side of the bed. His finger teased over your clit, barely touching it. You looked back at him with a glare that would scare anyone, even him. He kissed your neck. "Sorry, no teasing today."
He nudged you off his lap before making you lay back on the bed. He started at your lips. Kissing you soft and slow, his tongue just pressing against yours and not fighting to dominate the kiss as usual. He reached for your shirt but before he could pull it up you shook your head. He knew about your love/hate relationship with your boobs. Sometimes he was allowed to see, sometimes he wasn't. Today was not a look day for him. But he didn't mind. He just pushed your shirt up above your stomach and no further.
He kissed over your stomach, down your thighs, and leaving one final kiss on your happy trail. You snapped put of your daze when he tongue flicked over yours clit. Your hands flew to his hair to tug his head back and he looked at you like a kicked puppy. "Tig that's gross." He laid his head against your thighs. "Whats gross?" You looked at him like he was crazy, which he was, but this was a different kind of crazy. "Your tongue all over me while I'm bleeding!" He rolled his eyes as he smirked. "So? It's blood. Baby, I've had things in my mouth you couldn't imagine. So quit your worrying and just let me taste you. My dicks not getting any harder."
After a few seconds and more puppy eyes from Tig you gave in. Spreading your legs to reveal the blood mess. But he didn't even bat an eye. He quickly had his tongue all over. Licking up the metallicey red substance. His nose pressed against your clit as his tongue slipped inside you. You heard him moan and thats what it took to finally get you to relax.
You laid back against the pillows, placing your legs on his shoulders. Tig wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you in place. Since you're sensitive he was using that to his advantage. Flicking his tongue over your clit until a string of moans finally fell from your lips. He didn't stop, didn't speed up, he kept at the same pace. What he was doing was working and he wasn't gonna change it. He groaned against you when your fingers tightly tangled in his hair to hold him in place.
He was definitely doing it right.
One of his hands slid off your thigh, slipping between his own legs to palm himself through his boxers a few times. You whined and Tig took the hint. You liked his full attention on you and he knew that. He loved to give you that attention. His ring and middle finger slowly slipped inside off you as he adjusted the way he was laying so it would be easier to pleasure you. Plus this was he could easily grind his hard cock against the mattress.
You gasped as your back arched off the bed. "There we go, baby. That's my boy." He praised before going right back to stimulating your clit. Now mixed with his fingers rubbing inside of you. It didn't take him long to find that spongy spot that made you kick your leg out. Your other leg still tight in your grasp. Your back arched off the bed and your heel dug into the mattress. He pulled his fingers out and pulled his head back. "Not yet." He panted out as he quickly got his own boxers off.
He pulled you into his lap, not to fuck you, just to feel your pussy against his cock. He grabbed your ass and rolled his hips forward. Your hands shot up to grab his biceps. "Just wanted to get you all worked up. Want you to finish first." You pressed your face against his neck as you met his rhythm. Rolling your hips along with his, the blood only make things slippery then usual. The tip of his dick nudged up against your hole and he groaned. His hands slipping up to your hips, holding you in place as rubbed his dick against you. Its not like you were gonna stop him, not when it felt this good.
You threw your head back, moaning. Nails digging into his skin. Finishing on his cock. You started to fall back but he wrapped his arms around you, thrusting up a few more times before cum was streaking on his stomach. He finally let you fall back and he laid down right next to you.
You finally got a good look at him. The blood on his face, his hands, his lap. You were sure it was all over your back from him touching you. "You're staring, do I got something on my face?" You wanted to roll your eyes and smack his arm but he's lucky he turned you into jelly. "Want a taste?" He leaned in, lips inches from yours before you scrunched your nose. "I'll take that as a no. But you're missing out, you taste divine." "You're ridiculous." You teased back. "So you don't ever want me to do that again?" He raised a brow before you felt your face heat up. "That's not what I said." He kissed your shoulder. "I know and you know all you gotta do is ask."
You two laid there until the everything started to dry and become itchy. That's when Tig picked you up to take you to the shower. "I was thinking maybe some red sheets this time around." He kissed your forehead.
Tired Talks: I'm on my period, it's hell. But it made me come up with this idea. Also if there's any mistakes I'm writing this with period cramps so SHHHHπ«΅ I'll fix it later.
Anyway, have an idea for me to write? Feel free to submit something :D I'll write about spn and SOA!! (I just only like to write trans and gn stuff so keep that in mind please <3)
