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You're on your period // Preference // 4/4

Ashton: Ashton knew when you’d started your period. You’d become grumpy and may or may not sleep in until 12:30 before demanding chocolate and cuddles. He always knew how to cheer you up though. One hand on your stomach, the other playing with your hair. He’d always run out to buy you whatever you’d need.

This month, however, you were particularly heavy and had almost ran out of tampons. You’d mentally cursed yourself and called through to Ashton, asking him to run out and grab you some more. He happily agreed and left you wallow in your shared bed, watching Disney classics. When he returned, he threw a package of pads at you, smirking at your confused expression.

“The only thing that’s allowed to be inside you is me.” He chuckled.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Irwin.” You glared at him as he laughed before quickly ducking away as you threw the pads back at him before going back out to get you what you needed.

Luke: Your period always started at the worst times. Last month it was while you were out for dinner with the boys when the familiar cramping started. The month before was when you were on a plane, on the way to surprise your boyfriend Luke while he was in America. This month was no different. Well, kind of.

You and Luke had been cuddling in your room when things started to get heated, and before long, you were both naked, Luke’s hips grinding against yours as the thrusted into you. Suddenly, your thighs became wet as your stomach cramped, causing you to gasp in pain. Luke quickly looked up at you, before glancing back at your legs and staring.

“Babe..don’t panic..but you’re bleeding..oh fuck. I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean it, oh my god, I’ll call an ambulance-” he babbled, being cut short by your laughter.

“Luke, you fucking bean, it’s not your fault. I’ve started my period. I wasn’t due for another two days, but I guess my body was just like “fuck you, no sex tonight.” You giggled, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks which were flushed bright pink from embarrassment. “It’s okay baby. Let’s shower and clean up. It’ll be over in a few days.”

Calum: Your boyfriend Calum had always been a persistent little fucker. It was no different when it came to sex. However, today you had started the sacrificial bleeding ritual. And today Calum had decided to be extra clingy the second he got home from the studio, whining and pouting when you told him no.

“But why not babe?” He murmured, his lips attaching to your neck with an unchaste kiss.

“Because I said no, Calum.” You restrained yourself from letting out a gentle moan, his lips trailing lower

“C'mon babe. Please?“His nose pressed into your neck, knowing it was your one weakness.

"Calum, do you want me to take this tampon out and shove it up your ass? Because if you don’t take no for an answer, I fucking will.” You snapped, blushing as he did when you realised what you said.

“Well, that was unexpected. Kinky bitch.” He grinned at you, laughing as you elbowed him playfully in the stomach.

Michael: Michael always knew when something was wrong. Your period was no different. He noticed you were quieter than usual, doing the dishes without any music playing. He flicked the radio on and started dancing behind you, but to no avail. You weren’t angry, just bored and tired. You really didn’t have the energy to join in so you finished your dishes in silence, his face falling and his arms winding around you.

“Babe?” He murmured, his lips pressing to one of your temples.

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?.. You seem so..not you..” He murmured again, his arms around your stomach taking your mind off the cramps.

“That time of the month.” You simply said, his arms pulling you closer.

“Why didn’t you say so? Need anything then, babe? Chocolate? Cuddles? A bath?”

“I’ll be fine Michael. I’ll just take a couple of painkillers and maybe nap.” You turned to face him, smiling softly. His confused expression made you tilt your head to one side.

“But..you’re bleeding?”

“I know Michael. It’s called a period. I get it every month. Being punished for not being pregnant. Yay.” You rolled your eyes, pulling away to get a glass of water and some painkillers.

“Holy fuck. Your uterus is more punk rock than the entire band combined. How the hell do you cope?”