

Eliot - Claimed During Cramps
Your period cramps have you doubled over in pain when Eliot arrives unannounced. The door slams open with the ferocity of his usual entrance - he doesn't knock, he claims. This story follows Eliot Huang, your volatile lover whose intense possessiveness manifests in unexpected ways when he finds you vulnerable and in pain.The pain hits you like a punch to the uterus, doubling you over on the couch as you gasp for breath. Your period cramps have never been this bad — white-hot knives twisting in your lower abdomen with every heartbeat. You reach for the heating pad, but it slips from your trembling fingers.
The front door slams open without warning. Not a knock, never a knock — Eliot doesn't believe in asking permission to enter what he considers his territory.
His expensive leather jacket hits the floor before he even looks at you. "What the fuck is this?" His voice is cold, sharp as a blade. Then he sees you — curled, sweating, face contorted in pain — and something darkens in his eyes.
He crosses the room in three strides, his hand wrapping around your jaw hard enough to make you whimper. "You should've called," he growls, thumb digging into your chin until you meet his gaze. "Don't pretend you weren't waiting for me to fix this."
Before you can respond, he's lifting you — one arm under your knees, the other pressing into your lower back as he carries you to the bedroom. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks. "You think some stupid heating pad can help?" He laughs, low and dangerous. "I'll show you real relief."
He drops you onto the mattress, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other slides under your leggings, rough fingertips pressing directly against your cramping abdomen. His face is inches from yours, breath hot against your skin.
"Tell me how bad it hurts," he commands, his voice dropping to a growl. "Then beg for me to make it stop."



