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You’re curled up into a fetal position under the blankets, hot water bottle held to your abdomen. Law had given you painkillers before bed but you continued to twist in discomfort, pain clawing at your insides.
His arm slides around you in the dark, pressed against the water bottle to help increase the heat on your stomach.
“Shh…” he mumbles, trying to comfort you.
“It hurts really bad…” you whimper, struggling to stay in one position because of the pain.
He hums in sympathy, hand moving to rub over your abdomen instead.
His presence was helping a little, repetitive movements soothing, but the pain you experienced each month was always intense.
You whined and he curled a little closer, petting you.
“I could try that other thing you like, if it’s not too much…?” He whispers.
Your brows furrow in confusion, head cloudy from the pain. “Mm?”
“Down here,” he says, hand sliding lower.
“Oh…” you reply, wriggling a little. You think for a moment, desperate for any help. “Y-yeah, okay…”
He kisses against your head, hand slipping past the waistband of your pajama pants. Your stomach twists a little despite the pain.
The pads of his fingers slide down to your clit, slipping lower into the blood there for lubrication. Your face warms, trying to remind yourself of what Law told you the first time he’d helped you this way; he’d seen and spilled far too much blood to be disgusted by a little menstrual fluid.
His fingers rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately taking full attention against the pain. Your breath comes out in a gasp, hand coming down to rest against his arm.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, kissing you again. His fingers keep a steady pace, full focus on you.
You nod a little, holding onto his forearm.
You sigh as you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation of his touch, the dull ache inside you making way for something more pleasurable.
He knows the exact pace to wind you up and soon you can’t help letting out small gasps, squirming against him.
“Feel good?” He asks, and you nod again, face hot.
“That’s it,” he whispers, voice low as he praises you. You twitch against him, heat inside you growing.
“M-more,” you mumble, and he immediately begins to circle faster. His fingers dip down again quickly, drawing up the slick and blood that have combined between your folds, the glide helping his movements.
You moan as he speeds up, fingers firm on your clit as your hips buck against his hand.
He keeps a steady pace as the coil inside you tightens, body struggling to stay still as he works you close to orgasm.
His lips kiss the back of your head as he works, and you turn against him so he can reach your cheek too.
His other arm slides under you, pulling you tight against his chest. His hand presses down on the hot water bottle at your abdomen, increasing the pressure there while his other hand works you apart.
You moan, hips bucking, the heat on your lower stomach bringing you close to the edge.
“L-Law…” you whimper, pressed tight in his hold.
“Shh,” he mumbles, kissing whatever part of you he can reach.
“M-m’ close…” you cry, legs kicking while the rest of him’s pinned close to you.
His left hand presses firmer against your abdomen while his fingers work quickly, eager to bring you to climax.
“Mmm,” you moan, coil tightening. “Law… oh…” Your hips buck against him, pain forgotten as you writhe. You hear him whisper lowly for you to cum and you gasp, hips jutting forward as your orgasm hits you, heart racing as you shake in his hold.
“There you go…” he murmurs, fingers lifting as you ride out your orgasm, not wanting to overstimulate you. You buck in his hold as you whine.
“One more?” He whispers as you settle, knowing you’re usually eager for multiple. You nod, panting, face red.
He brings his fingers down again, slower this time, and easily brings you to a second orgasm. The crest is slow, less intense but still pleasurable as you arch against him.
He holds you still as you pant, aftershocks making you twitch. He slides out his hand, careful not to smear blood on you as he pulls it away. His other hand slips free and he reaches over for a tissue, rubbing the worst of it away.
His hand moves back to your side, kissing your neck. You turn, lying on your back, and his palm moves to your abdomen, soothing over the skin there.
“Better?” He asks, and you hum.
“Mhm,” you nod, eyelids suddenly heavy.
“Good,” he replies, rubbing your stomach a little before kissing your face. “C‘mon, don’t fall asleep, we gotta wash you up.”
You groan before sighing, reaching out for his hand to pull you up.
You both clean up and slip back into bed, rolling onto your sides again. Law’s hand moves to your abdomen again, petting you slowly.
“Thank you…” you whisper, a little embarrassed.
“You never have to thank me for anything.” He responds immediately, grip tightening a little, “I wish I could help more,” he admits, quietly.
Your hand moves up to rest on his, thumb rubbing back and forth. “You help tons,” you sigh, exhaustion suddenly hitting you again.
He kisses the back of your neck, your head, your shoulder, and holds you close to him.