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He’s never minded blood.
Making himself bleed, making others bleed, it’s nothing to make a fuss about; never has been but Kozue isn’t convinced.
“Are you sure?” She asks again as if he hasn’t been begging to lick her clean for hours.
He gives her a pointed look as he tugs away the pillow she’s hiding behind. Gently. There’s no other way to be with the girl who makes him feel so at peace he forgets there’s anything to worry about in his life.
“It’ll make you feel better.” He knows she’s hurting because she can’t hide her winces of pain as well as she thinks. Besides, even if she could, he's too in tune with her to not notice.
“I don’t mind the taste.”
“You don’t know that.” She snaps. “You can’t know that.”
Her face flushes and her thighs rub together. He’s sixty seconds away from wrestling her down, draping himself over her like a weighted blanket, and shoving his hand down her pants.
Her glare is beautiful.
“Period blood can’t be that different from regular blood. If you don’t like it I’ll stop.” He starts laying her down despite her wiggling, his hands carefully pressing on her stomach to keep her in place. He can smell her. A metallic twang tints her arousal. He’s curious if she tastes the same when she bleeds.
“I should be saying that to you.” Kozue grumbles, but the sigh she gives lets Baki know he’s won.
From there it’s easy to peel her pants off to get a look at her damp underwear. His poor girl; menstruation snuck up on her this month and he’d been so insistent on making her feel good that she hadn’t been able to put on a pad. Her panties are streaked with blood, just starting to leak through the fabric. He’s lucky they caught it before her flow really got going because if he made her stain the sheets Kozue would have killed him. And he’d let her. He’d let her do anything to him just to say he has the pleasure of being hers.
“Don’t stare.” She groans.
“Sorry.” He isn’t.
Baki pulls her panties off, folding them carefully so they won’t stain anything and stuffs them in his pocket. He’s aware Kozue is going to yell at him later when she discovers what he’s done, but something about her makes him unhinged.
His girlfriend is so hot with her shirt rucked up showing off just the underside of her breasts and legs opening for him even as her arm drapes over her face to hide her embarrassment. She has nothing to be embarrassed about with him. Ever. He pulls her top off to expose swollen nipples making a note to himself to be less rough on them today since Kozue’s chest gets sore when she gets her period. He manages to wrest her arm away, ensnaring her thin wrists with one of his. She’s so delicate compared to him.
Baki gets his free hand under Kozue, groping her and sliding down the bed to make himself comfortable between her legs. Her thighs take their rightful place over his shoulders and finally her pussy is in his face. He pins her with a palm to her stomach to limit her writing, which starts up the moment he kisses her cunt.
“Baki!”
Her thighs tense around him. He chuckles against her warmth.
“Yeah, babe?”
She groans. He kisses harder this time, lips pressed firmly against hers to allow his tongue to lick devoutly over her sex. She tastes like skin, pleasant enough. He wants more. He wants his girl mewling and cumming on his face: messy, and wet, and sweet. So he dives in. His tongue delves between her lips opening her up to him. She’s slick. Some of it is blood, some of it the beginning stages of wetness, and a smaller part is her natural discharge. Her gasp borders on a wail.
Baki digs into her, scooping fluids to bring into his mouth to savor: sweet, salty, bloody. Almost like a raw cut of meat. The blood is really no different. He stops to suck her clit, tongue flicking rapidly over the hard bud while he rubs circles over her nipples. Immediately her hands tangle in his hair, a cut of pain to make the pleasure all the more sweet. Her tits quiver in his hand until he pulls back to spread her open, going for her hole.
Baki gets lost in her.
Licking firmly over her hole he grips her thighs so hard she can barely move; drinking her nectar from the source until all that remains is pure slick wetting his mouth and slowly dribbling down his chin.
He takes a break to lick her thighs, kissing, and nipping, and drinking in her moans. When he sucks her clit again it’s even harder than before. Her moans are so loud he knows if someone were to walk by his hovel they’d hear her glory. He pulls back when her contracting muscles push out enough slick to run down between her cheeks, his finger following on instinct. Her other hole is even tighter, twitching against the pressure of him and the sudden wetness. He’s not going to fuck her ass today, but the thought sends a nice shiver down his back. The tip of his finger breaches her, her moaning turning to a higher pitched whine until he removes it.
“Pretty girl.” He abandons her ass to knead her chest, tits squishing so nicely in his hands, nipples digging into his palms.
She’s beautiful.
Kozue is flushed everywhere, pink and supple, eyes watery and breath coming out rapidly. He wants to make her cum before he takes his turn.
“You gonna cum for me?”
She shudders, nods. Her hands reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss though she hesitates briefly when she remembers why he wanted to taste her in the first place. Baki doesn’t give her a choice. His tongue swipes over her plump bottom lip only pulling back to whisper against her mouth.
“Let me in.”
And like the good girl she is, Kozue does. She lets Baki plunge into her mouth like he’s fucking her, tongue instantly going in to rove over every part of her he can reach. Her nails rake over his shoulders, moaning softly as he swallows her up. His fingers find her clit making her jolt. Her hips perk up gyrating up and around in circles as if he doesn’t know exactly how she wants it. He adjusts them a bit; jostles her against him tighter by one arm under her back and one under her head so she’s completely held by him. She likes being small sometimes and now is one of them judging by the way her breath hitches and her eyes roll back.
“Baki,” She moans richly, her eyes struggling to stay open. “Baki.”
Kozue bites into his shoulder when she cums.
It’s one of the only times she can make her bite strong enough to really bruise him and the resulting imprint of her teeth is a treasured gift. She’s a favored sight to see when she closes her eyes, mouth gaped to let out every sound of release, uncaring and unable to be self conscious. Her hips jerk as she trembles through her orgasm until finally her entire body relaxes like a sigh and she’s grounded again. She blinks up at him with sleepy, fucked out eyes languidly humming. He pulls his hand away from her clit.
“Hey.” Her voice is quiet, slightly scratchy.
“Hey.” He’s not in a big rush to get inside her, instead just content to soak in her glowing figure.
“How are you feeling?”
He unsticks one octopus arm to grab the water bottle beside his bed, uncapping it and feeding her small mouthfuls like a baby bird.
“Good, better,” she turns and wipes drops of water from her mouth on his bicep. “Thank you”
“Told ya.”
He snuggles back on top of her face planting in the crook of her neck. He tries to be silent when he inhales as if Kozue isn’t already well aware he’s got a thing for her scent. Lavender, warm skin, musky sweat, and vanilla. She smells like love. He doesn’t know how that’s even possible, but she does. His girl smells like love-home-safety-soulmate and Baki is borderline drunk on her.
The weight and warmth of him must feel good because she wraps her legs around his hips and quietly exhales. Her fingers trace mindless patterns on his back even as she drifts off.
Baki doesn’t mind. He can wait all night for her to be ready for round two. For now he’s content knowing his girl is alright while he lays in her arms.