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Matt can tell when women are menstruating.

Not actually my kink, but I know it's someone's, and the thought occurred to me.

yana - thought occurred to me too

Uh yes please.

SUPER EXTRA POINTS IF YOU WORK IN A REFERENCE TO THE BLOOD OF THE NEW COVENANT HONESTLY

"No, Matt..." Claire curls over on her side, and presses the heating pad to her abdomen as she winces. "Believe me, any other day but today, and I'd be all for it."

He had promised her he'd be back, some night when he didn't need patching up. He'd grown used to her hands on his skin, her gentle, firm touches, the way she met him, kiss for kiss, touch for touch. And he had been so looking forward to a long, slow night with his head buried between her legs, returning the favors she'd so kindly bestowed upon him.

Matt smiled at her. "Why not?"

She shot him a look. "I'm laying in bed with a heating pad and the room smells like chubby hubby and chocolate sauce. Surely you can figure the rest out, Murdock."

"Mm, that wasn't the scent that clued me in." He takes a step further into the room, rolls his shoulders and licks his lips. "It doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother you..."

Claire lets out a noise of incredulity. "You have got to be kidding me. Can you seriously smell--yes, of course you can, never mind."

He laughs. "I've heard orgasms are great for cramps."

"Ever the helpful lad, aren't you?"

Oh, that grin of his widens. "I came to serve, not to be served. Besides, I owe you at least one solid orgasm, after--"

"Jesus, Murdock..." Clare laughs, but rolls onto her back. "But seriously, you can't really--"

"If you tell me to go, I'll go." His voice is horse, intense, and good god if it doesn't sent a jolt of pleasure right down to her core. "But I don't want to go."

She doesn't tell him to go.

The bed moves as he settles himself down on it, between her parted legs. He can smell the tang of copper in the air, fresh and sweet. There's the cotton of her leggings, and closer in, of her tampon. He winces, faintly, in sympathy as he places a flat palm low on her belly, and hears the contraction of her uterus, low and muffled. Claire lets out a little whimper of pain.

"Shit, Claire..."

"It's not usually this bad." She shifts her hips a bit. "Really, you don't--"

He presses his other hand over her mons, just presses, and lets her settle her hips into the softness of the bed. Her pulse is pounding in her veins; she's in pain, and aroused, and afraid of what he is going to do to her.

"Matt..."

His touch is gentle, steady, nothing more than a pulse, perfectly in time with the throb of her heart and her veins. It's surprisingly--powerfully--erotic, and Claire closes her eyes, tilts her head back and just feels her body's response to him. He shifts his hand slightly, presses the heel of his hand against the flesh under which her clit is concealed, under layers of cotton, underwear, skin and flesh below. She feels herself rocking against him, and now, the clench of muscles in her belly doesn't hurt in quite the same way.

"Matt, please--"

"And they say nurses make the worst patients."

There's a smirk in his voice, and it makes her grin--but then she moans, because he's increased the pace and pressure, and holy fuck how is this so erotic and she still has her pants on?

"I'm trying," she pants, hips rocking. "It's just I need--I need--"

"Yeah?" he says, and his voice drops to that low, predatory growl of his. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you." She whimpers. Fuck, her senses are sparking now, and she's so close to reaching something, but his steady, sure hand is keeping her right on the plateau. "Matt, please!"

His hands work quickly, wrenching down her leggings and panties, until she's exposed to him, tender flesh in the chilly air, radiating heat.

She opens her eyes, ready to tell him he doesn't have to do this, it's fine, she'll find a way to--

His mouth descends on her clit, and Claire is lost.

There's no way she can close her eyes now, not when his dark hair is falling over his brow, not when he's licking at her, teasing the slick folds of her pussy with that talented tongue. This is wrong, fucking gross, and by all rights she ought to be disgusted by it--but then he does some sort of lick-swirl-suck thing over her clit and she cries out, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him in, bucking up against his face.

She curses; he chuckles, which is a low vibration against her pubic bone. His other hand is still pressed against her belly, holding her down on the bed, making sure she stays there. She can feel the leggings rubbing against her thighs, and she starts to press her legs together as the first tendrils of her orgasm reach out.

Matt humms contently against her, and Claire comes, hard, thrusting up into his mouth, damn near breaking his jaw but right now she doesn't give a shit. Her belly contracts, and the pain-pleasure of it makes her gasp, a loud, desperate noise in the quiet room. She feels the rush of sound come back to her, the wet noises of his mouth, the shift of cloth on skin, the quiet creak of her bed. Matt's dark hair, down between her legs; he's bowed over her like a man at worship.

She comes again.

This time, it starts to hurt. She's too sensitive--and Matt withdraws, his chin and mouth wet with his saliva, and (oh my God she is so embarrassed) a pink tinge.

"Fuck..." She gasps.

"Not 'till you're feeling better."

The smug little shit.

file under: things I did not expect to be THIS hot, and yet.

Seconding. Hot damn.

um

wow nonny this is ridculously and unexpectedly hot

thank you anon. THANK YOU.

Totally late to the comment party but HOLY SHIT, that was hot.

Prompt Post #1

Matt/Lady of your choice, menstruation

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